12945/For Whom the Belles Toll

For Whom the Belles Toll
Date of Scene:	03 April 2021
Location:	Dining Hall - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Southerners in the Dining Room. Three different southern accents. That iced sweet tea never stood a chance.
Cast of Characters:	Antigravity, Cannonball, Rogue

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Antigravity has posed:
    It's late. Pretty late for dinner -- but Rosie had been out and about on the grounds, figuring her way around.
    The younger blonde from the Emma-Rosie paring vs. the Wendigo for Team Practicing looks beat. The cut on her forehead's gone to scar up, covered a bit by her hair. She's got her earbuds in, giving a nod to some music as she cradles her Chemistry book on her knees, and a bowl of just-barely-warmed-up mac-and-cheese (there always seemed to be so much extra hanging around the kitchen!) on her palm as her eyes swuinted at the book, in a mix of low lights and who knows what else. The blonde was surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) secretive with the grown ups.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie has decided to grab some food. He comes into the room, with a plate of some BBQ. He looks over and says "You can turn on the lights, you don't have to set in a dark room Rosie." He offers moving to have a seat a few seats away still in talking range but giving her some space.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue comes in from the outside, landing just at the door and letting herself into the dining hall. In the low light, she doesn't really notice that there's anyone sitting anywhere and so she begins to walk through the dining hall. It's when Sam is getting a seat, which she catches out the corner of her eye that she turns and sort of squints to make out figures in the low-ish light. "Goodness. You two could sneak up onna snake in tall grass if you wanted to..." Comes that Mississippi accent as she holds a hand against her chest. "Why are you two sittin' in the dark?"

Antigravity has posed:
    "Ah ain't sittin' here in th' dark on purpose--" the Alabama Teen states as she squints her eyes up. Her cheeks are aglow with embarrassment and her ears are red, caught squinting by Sam and Rogue at once.

    "There's about ten light switches an' who knows if one of 'em turns on like, alarms or a discoball or somethin'! I ain't ready to be responsible for a disco outbreak." she states, and then gives a slight smile. "Mr. Sam. Miss Rogue."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Na we keep the disco ball in the rec room." He offers with a grin "You want to get the lights Rogue? I just put a new pitcher of tea in the fridge, should be nice and cold now." He looks back to Rosie "All the normal light switches are ok should cause nothing odd."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue continues walking until she finds the wall with the light switches and flips the one that turns on the lights in the room. "Yep. Sure can." She offers with a smirk before she tilts her head. "Is that you saying you'd like a glass of tea, Sam?" Narrowing a *look* at him before she sort of smiles. "I mean I was gonna go raid the kitchen anyway cause I'm hungry and now that I can smell the food in here, it surely ain't helpin'.." A chuckle then as she looks between the two. "Either of you actually need anything while I go raid myself a meal?"

Antigravity has posed:
    "... it's tea made the /right/ way, innit?" Rosie asks, setting her mac and cheese bowl on the table.

    "I'm all right, Miss Rogue, but thank you so much for askin'." she gives a smile to the other Southern lady, and leans back a moment.

    And then leans back too far, becuase she falls top-over-teakettle outta her chair and ends up in a graceless heap on the floor!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will hold up his own glass, and says "I have one just offering to those who appreciate it." He blink and looks over to Rosie, and will start to raise, but stops and asks "You ok?" Not rushing over giving her a chance to straighten herself out.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has disappeared, but she did hear the thumping of Rosie falling over and then the concern in Sam's voice. So she tries her best to go into the kitchen and make quick to fix herself bbq and a glass of tea - because holy cow yes. Then she comes back into the dining room a few minutes later. "Everything okay in here? I heard a thump..."

Antigravity has posed:
    "Sorry! Sorry, Granmaw always told me I had the grace of a three-legged bull." Rosie replies as she straightens herself up embarrassedly, rubbing the back of her head.

    "Didn't mean to worry no one!"

    For a moment, the young teen looks a bit panicked, looking between the two adults in the room, but then takes a deep breath, and rubs the back of her head.

    "Maybe I oughta sign up for one a' Miss Carr's dance classes or one a' the Martial Arts courses..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "Ah would suggest both actually, Martial Arts is always good for self defense, and such, but when I took Ballet with Stevie, it at first felt weird and odd being in tights but to be honest it is relaxing once you get into it, and does really help with the balance. He does one of the ballet squats beside the table before moving to sit back down. "You will be ok up here Rosie, it takes some time to get used to up here, trust me, we all be there."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue moves to take a seat, across from Sam on the other side of the table, so she's kinda similarly distanced between the two of them. Her plate of bbq and the glass is set down and she forks up a bite to chew on thoughtfully. "I'm with Sam. Unless yer plates gettin' kinda full..." This much and then she seems to think a little more. "You might could even try out gymnastics stuff. Which could be a nice balance 'tween martial arts n' ballet."

Antigravity has posed:
    "... Ah cannot get the immage of you wearin' one a' them tutu-things outta my head for love or money Mr. Sam, and for that Ah am *so* sorry!" Rosie states with a quiet sound after his plie, and she breathes out.

    "Righ' now Ah've got chemistry, statistics, continuin' with mah history classes though dosh darn are these moes more in depth than what I was bein' taught at school. At my old school. And Ah don't have to pay for lab supplies!" she states, and then pauses, an dembarrassedly adds "Though Ah will get myself a part-time if I do hafta pay for anythin'. I'm appreciative!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Luckily we were all just wearing tights not the tututs." He offers with a smile, and says ""You will find that we look after one another, and we have a few options of chores and part time jobs, but all your school supplies here will be covered. Trust me I came here with little to nothing when I got here too Rosie. I am the eldest of ten, and another of the students who joined when I did ended up working for the professor here to help take care of her little brother and sister.

Rogue has posed:
"I was given another chance at actually having a decent life..." Rogue offers. "So believe me, you're already fitting right in with everyone. You both did good at the Danger Room session..." She glances between them then before reaching and taking a drink of the tea, giving a blink and then she takes another longer sip. "Oh buttermilk biscuits... that's some fine tea, Sam..." She says and then takes another bite of bbq, which just makes the bbq taste better somehow. "Anyway, I'm a loner, I came here alone and kinda on the last leg of hope... so.. this place will be good to you s'long as you're good to it, ya know?"

Antigravity has posed:
    "... I'm jus', y'know. The one a' one. Dad skipped out when my momma started showin'. She ain't too much older than Mr. Sam, I think. But I'm bad with ages." she admits rubbing the back of her head, and she gives a wry little grin.

    "Ah just kinda stumbled inta that. They were like 'oh hey wanna come by?' and I had no idea I was gonna get a jump suit and start to throw rocks at things. Think I did all right." she gives a little bit of a grin. "Didn't give no one vertigo or nothin' with the mass-gravity transferrance issues, I'm hopin' maybe someday Ah kin find the right balance of mass-gravity manipulatiion so's that I can lift folks without 'em gettin' all wobble-headed due to tha fluid in yer eah goin topsy-turvey but Ah think Ah'm gonna hafta get real fine control over that 'cause it's innate for me but I can't innate it on anyone else--" she states, beginning on a bit of a ramble.

    She's got hand motions going to, pointing to the ears, making wavy motions with her hands and at 'fine control' she makes a motion like the 'itsy bitsy spider' hand motion, and then with 'innate for me' her hands press together and then expand out.

    "... it's... kinda refreshin' that I can talk like this, y'know. Parson said that wimmen don't belong in th' sciences. Aaaahmong other things."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "You think I am that old? He will look to her, and says "I am only 23 years old." He will smile at her, not seeming to be to upset. "As you can see around here we don't judge folks by what they are they, we let them be their selves, and know they can be what evert, Heck my fiance helps run the school here."