12902/Behind The 8 Ball

Behind The 8 Ball
Date of Scene:	27 March 2021
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	A pool game turns into a pillow fight with sticks, with talk of studying, cooking, and sharing one's joys and passions with others had by all.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Gambit, Ted Gammage

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Nightingale has posed:
     "Merde!"

     Shannon looks on in a mixture of awe, jealousy, and disgust as she watches Remy sink yet another impossible shot at the pool table. She's in her well-worn, well-loved Old English Sheepdog slippers, red tartan sweatpants, and an old, worn gray tank top in lieu of pajamas. "I don't know how you manage it every... freaking... time. What are you, the pool whisperer or something?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau gives Shannon a bit of a playful scowl. "Language petie." He says with a smirk shaking his head and examining the table and smirking. "De 'ole t'ing is about putting objects in motion," He says as he leans over the table and hits the cue ball... It sends one ball into a pocket directly, curves around two other balls and sinks another. "An' if yah paid attention in science class, yah would know dat is what Kinetic Energy mean.."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Guessin' he's done it b'fore," Ted says with a grin from where he's settled in a nearby couch. He's not playing pool, as he might accidentally knock one of the balls through the wall. Instead, he's lazing in his 'do-nothing' outfit; a t-shirt, sweat pants and beaten up house-shoes, and idly flipping the pages of text book. He's pretty much done studying, but he's just doing the motions now. He was a bit bored sitting around by himself, so decided to hang out with whoever was gathered. "Bettin' y'earned a bit of money on th' pool table too, right?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "'Language, petie'... I'll give you 'language petie'...." Shannon grumbles a little bit, shaking her head. "Yeah, and nothing in geometry class that we were shown made a shot like that possible. How the HECK did you get the cue ball to go around in a curve like that?"

     With the surety that she would be unlikely to be taking another turn at the table, she perches on the back of the couch nearby, smiling at Ted. Leaning back, she gives Ted a one-armed hug. "Hey, you," she says, much of the frustration in her voice evaporating. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and says "Not'ing impossible about it. Jus' a matter of, as dey say in de business, knowing all de angles." As if to prove the point he only lightly taps the cue ball barely moving it a half inch. "See from dis position, Yah got a shot on literally each of yah balls... if yah know 'ow ta take it." The Cajun says challengingly.

Ted Gammage has posed:
With a little grunt, Ted angles his head over to see them playing. He watches the duo just a few moments, then chuckles, "Never could get th' hang of pool m'self, though tried t'avoid stuff since I was like 11... " He shrugs a bit and flips a page or two then sighs, "Ah've stuffed my head full of as much math as ah think ah can," he tells Shannon, returning the light affection. "If ah learn anymore, ah'll start losing memories, or m'head'll pop or somethin'." He rubs the back of his neck and sighs.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon wrinkles her nose, gently ruffling Ted's hair. She makes a show of looking into his ears and chuckling, shaking her head. "Nope. Everything looks like it's in place. No brains or memories leaking out." Her lips curl upwards into a warmer smile, and she adds, "You took up guitar to help learn to work with your gifts. Maybe one day you could try pool for the same."

     Eyeing Remy and the pool table, she gives an exaggerated sigh. "There has got to be an easier way to get that recipe for jambalaya out of you, than to play another round...."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks wickedly, "well dare probably is, but Ah'm sure it violates all sorts of rules on Student Teacher Fraternization." The Cajun says with a wicked grin, smirking slightly and standing back from the table. He gestures grandly. "It's like chess non? Yah can' just look at de table as it is... yah gotta see it 'ow it will be."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"S'cause I stopped just in time," Ted notes after she checks on his brain-status. He gives a little amused grin, and he shrugs, "Ah did," he admits, "So... eh, maybe one day." He's not too terribly certain about it.

"If you jus' wanted a Jambalaya recipe, I could get mom t' mail me my Gran's old one. She's from down there." He quirks a brow at the Fraternization statement, but just shakes his head, stays quiet aside from tossing the book beside him on the couch.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just stares at Remy, her jaw dropped for several long moments. Calmly, she rests her pool stick to one side, reaches for a pillow from the sofa, and hurls it at the Cajun. "Well, I NEVER...!!!"

     Currently, she's perched on the back of the couch, with Ted right behind her, and Remy at the pool table working his magic. She's in her red tartan sweatpants and gray tank top, with her floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers, with a look on her face that seems caught between shock and pure embarrassment. An expression that shifts as she listens to Ted. "Huh, you've got a recipe, too? Maybe you and Mr. LeBeau ought to have a cook-off one of these days."

Gambit has posed:
And we were just having a nice lesson about Kinetic Energy and objects in motion... And then she throws a pillow...at Remy, a master sick fighter... who is holding a pool cue. He actually catches the pillow with the end of the stick and whips the stick back around sending the pillow back at Shannon and Ted with about five times the force. Remy smirks slightly, "Good t'ing too... yah know wit' dose fraternization rules...

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted gives a low chuckle and shakes his head, "Nah, nah," Ted says, "AH'm good at eatin' it, but ah'd burn water in a fridge," he says. "Y'remember I eat cereal for most of th' meals, right?" He grins at Shannon. As the pillow is returned, he's in an odd position, being mostly behind Shannon. He can't get up and move in front of it in time. And, honestly, he wasn't paying attention that closely, being mid-yawn.

Nightingale has posed:
     Remy might be a master stick-fighter, with his chosen weapon in hand--but he also had his protegee with a mirror of said weapon ready to her own hand. In a flash, she reaches for the pool stick and brings to bear to not only block the incoming pillow, but to return it to sender full force! "Yes, something about an object in motion tends to stay in motion, wasn't that what they said in science class?" She's all but smirking now.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau doesn't return to the well on that one, simply pivoting at his hips and letting the pillow sail by him with a bit of a smirk. "Least yah been payin' attention in some of yah lessons, non petie?" he says with a smile, swiping the pillow up with the end of the cue and sending it to the foot of the sofa away from the other two.

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted glances over at the pillow battle and shakes his head. "A'ight, y'all play pool weirder n' ah've seen." He rises up with a long stretch, scooping up his book, "Ah think ah'm gonna go pass out and hopefully process all the information." He leans over and gives Shan a little kiss right on the top of her head and waves, "'night."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oui, Mr. LeBeau. Of course I was paying attention. It was that or get my feet swept out from underneath me for the umpteenth time." Shannon chuckles, watching with renewed respect as he simply sidestepped the pillowy projectile. "Fat lot of good it did at the Themysceran embassy the other day, though. That would've been bringing a flyswatter to a gunfight."

     Her cheeks turn rosy as Ted kisses her on the top of her head, turning to return the gesture with a brush of her lips across his cheek. "Sleep well, you. And if you get a hold of that recipe, maybe I'll have a go at learning it, and we can see whose jambalaya reigns supreme in a cook-off!"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smiles just a little and shakes his head. "See chere, dat is why yah can' beat me. Makin' somet'ing like Jambalaya is a passion, not a competition.." He says with a grin, leaning over the table and with a shot that must violate five different laws of physics, pockets three balls, including the 8 in a single go. "An' besides, Ah only evah compete if Ah know Ah am gonna win."

Nightingale has posed:
     "You should know me well enough to know by now that cooking IS a passion for me. It's a source of joy I like to share with my friends and family. The element of competition just adds a small twist of fun to it, because in the end, everyone wins with good food and a good time." Shannon's jaw drops as she watches that impossible shot. She shakes her head and just laughs, sliding off the back of the couch to return her pool stick to its place with the others nearby. "All aside, it might be fun to try both versions side by side, just for its own sake. What do you say? Are you game for it?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and says with a smile, "Ah t'ink about it chere, but foh me? Ah like ta showcase what Ah cook." He says unscrewing his cue, "Food should be showcased, spotlighted. Not compared. Dat takes de art out of it and makes it about numbers." He slides his cue into it's case. "still Ah t'ink 'bout it."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods, and smiles. "Fair enough. It was just a thought, anyways." She chuckles, her smile turning into a grin. "And maybe an excuse to try and convince you to make a pot of that heavenly stuff." For indeed, flattery--and a growling stomach--will often get you many places!