13011/This is the Rogue-test, warranty not applicable

This is the Rogue-test, warranty not applicable
Date of Scene:	11 April 2021
Location:	Backyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Hank got some good readings of Rogue's force-application potential and Jeremy offered some insights and monetary assistance. A glorious mess was made.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Rogue, SpyderByte

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Beast has posed:
It's been on and off raining all day, a muggy day in new york state. April is like that though, drip drip drop little april showers and all that saccharine goodness, courtesy of the Dysney corporation. At the moment though, everything is just damp, the shower having blown over, but the potential remains of some more to come later. It makes the back yard of Xavier's rather empty of students, which is just perfect for the time being -- Hank McCoy has a tressle table, one of those fold out plastic things set up in a nice open space, with a whole bunch of samples atop of it. They look like he's had a run to home depot, but chances are reasonably strong that they only -look- like plywood. He also has a force meter that he's fiddling with, just to make sure that it's calibrated right.

Rogue has posed:
The wet weather never really stops Rogue, being a southern girl and all, a rainstorm is often times just what her mood needs. There's a heavy wet in the air, of rain fallen and the threat of more to come, but she likes that too. It fills the air with a certain scent and makes little loners stay out while everyone else stays in. None the less, she's actuall in her body suit and yellow gloves for the sake of helping Hank out, and to ensure there's no mishaps on her end. Finding him at that table he's set up, she lifts a hand and waves. "Hey Hank. You're looking like you're feelin' better. It's good to see you up and about."

Beast has posed:
"It's very good to BE up and about," Hank replies, turning about as he hears the footfalls of approach. Unless one touches down from the air, it's generally quite hard to surprise him after all, unless of course he's so focused that a bomb could go off and he'd be oblivious. A ready smile lights up his face, fangs showing just a little around the lips. "Anna-Marie... I'm happy to see you, weather and all. I dare say this is rather familiar to you," he peers upward at the sky. "Not quite so much for me. I end up waterlogged in this sort of weather. Thank the stars we're at an interlude, eh?" he takes up a cup of tea, indicating a nice tall glass of iced southern sweet for her, if she wants one. "I will admit, I've been looking forward to this. Taking it easy and marking bad homework can only take me so far, before I start trying to do things like throwing a pingpong at a wall endlessly to test chaos theory."

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, I definitely think this weather is much more kin to me than you." Rogue says with a smile. "I'm actually looking forward to this too. Anything I can do to help you out...well anyone out really but truth be told, you've always been my favorite." This is said as she comes around and spies that tall glass he has out for her, lifting it and taking a long drink of the sweet concoction. "Mmmn boy. Sweet as sweet can be. So! Aside from tossing a pingpong ball at a wall to test chaos theory, or the depths of ones insanity, what... exactly... are we doing here?" This asked as she motions to the table and what all it contains which may or may not be what they all appear to be and knowing Hank, there's something up his sleeve which is why he needed her help.

Beast has posed:
"Aaaw, shucks, you'll make me blush," Smiling warm, Beast nevertheless sets all the bits of probably-not-plywood in clusters of three and picks up the force meter, which has been arranged as a pair of quasi gauntlets. He's got velcro straps on the meter, to hold the device in palms at least. "So, what we're going to do is measure resistence to your force application. Last time I remember testing your applicable strength you were up to about what... fifty tons of weight, which is not the same as application of pounds per square inch. So that's what we're going to measure. How much these samples can take of you smashing, crushing and bending. The measurements should be informative, as to what kind of tensile we require and what kind of torque resistence works best. I expect you'll break most, if not all of them but that's all to the good. The idea is we'll pick the materials that are the most resistent, to do construction with. If they resist most of you, the rest of the students shouldn't be able to come close."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes another drink from that glass of tea before setting it down. She then grins at him and reaches with a gloved hand to gently squeeze Hank's shoulder. It's a simple moment of affection that she can afford to give and then she's walking around the table, looking at the probably-not-plywood items. Given everything, she's likely not even going to break a sweat unless she keeps at this for a long long time. "Alright. Well. Just lemme know when you're ready for me to start. Is there anything you want me to try specifically first from this table or just... whatever I feel like manglin'?" And she grins. This is likely what is going to get Rogue back into the groove of feeling useful again - as she's been struggling with that for a bit these last couple weeks now.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy smiles at the grasp, reaching up with fingertips to touch her elbow in that small contact of friendship. Whenever she touches anyone, it has a lot more weight than with the casual nature of others, so deserves reciprocation in kind. "Slip the gloves on, the straps go around your palm and wrist to hold it in place. The sensor is coated with a neutonian fluid capsule so you shouldn't be able to damage it... and then? Have at. Crush, bend, smash! I've got the clusters memorized so don't worry about that," but because there might be splintering he DOES put on a pair of goggles, just in case.

Rogue has posed:
At least she's become more comfortable in touching people when she's wearing gloves, but there are only a few she will openly touch in such a way. Like Hank, or Jean, or Summers. A handful of others in a short list that she hasn't let grow for some time. At Hank's instructions, she puts on the gloves, setting up the straps around her palm and wrist and then she looks over the objects on the table. "Alright well... here we go..." There's no succint order, she simply goes at it, one after the other. In a sort of down the line kind of way. Punching first a couple of times and then she picks items up and tries to bend, or crush, or smash. After a moment she steps back and grins. "You know... this would be a great thing to do when I'm stressed out about stuff..."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy checks his wrist a couple of times, during smashy-smashy-crush fun, no doubt reading the measurements coming off of the force meter. It is, all told, a glorious mess of breaking, splintering, cracking and powdering fun. But it will be noted, some things resist better than others. In fact, there's a couple of samples that last all of four or five seconds of exertion -- overall, they seem to be better at bend and crush resistance than snap, but that could have a good deal to do with physics, all in all. Regardless, Hank seems to be quite pleased with the measurements. "I personally think that everyone ought to get the opportunity to destroy things for the sake of science every now and again. Positive outcome to a negative activity, right?" he grins, toothily. "Let me know if you want to try doing something different with some of the samples, I have spares. How have you been otherwise?"

Rogue has posed:
"Well if it's in the name of science, who wouldn't decide to have a good time?" Rogue asks this in a sort of rhetorical fashion. Tilting her head one way and then the other, she smiles and then shrugs. "If I can think of other things to do, I will surely let you know." That much said and then she seems to take a breath, lifting a hand to rub at the back of her neck. "I've been alright? Slowly getting used to being...back...as it were. I kinda took some time off after Remy and I broke up. Been back and forth 'tween here and Mississippi. Prefer here, if'm honest." A glance around before she looks up at the deepening threat in the skies. "All in all tho, I'm ok."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy watches her astutely as she talks. No empath he, no telepath either, just a regular observer of the human condition within everyone. "Sometimes being away, just means that we end up in our own headspace. Lord knows, I'm terrible for getting stuck in that." Stooping to a basket, he sets out specific bricks of not-plywood in the same spots as the others were set out, just in case. One by one, neatened with a little poke of the finger, which is ludicrous given the destruction of their brethren. "I imagine you enjoyed a few home grown treats though, on the sly?" vicarious pleasure at what? Knowing Hank, probably food. The man might be a brainiac, but he's so often driven by his stomach. "I once had a rather diabolical mudpie in a diner just outside of Hattiesberg, on the way to a digsite. I think it had enough chocolate in it, that I might have passed out, had it not been for my iron constitution." Deadpan.

SpyderByte has posed:
The back door opens to reveal Jeremy in the doorway. The young Goth and technopath is wearing a long sleeved black sleeved shirt with the word ZERO on his chest in silver letters, followed by a pair of loose fitting bondage jeans with purple straps and chains dangling off the hips. His long black hair is sprawled across his face, having been growing out the last few months beyond 'control'.

As he heads out on to the porch, his chains jingle and jangle at his hips as he moves, slowly and methodically. He has a phone strapped to his shoulder in a small carrier designed to protect it and keep his hands free. His fingernails? Painted black. As he spies the pair of X-Men in the yard, he slows down even more, then sinks down to the top step to stare at them unblinking with his dark eyes.

<< Hello. >>

The soft female voice of SIRI comes out the speakers of his phone, the volume toggled upwards a bit so it can reach them.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches as Hank moves to set up more items on the table, and she grins after a moment. "I might have indulged in some hometown treats. I also might have paid some respects where they were due..." She likely doesn't have to get any more specific than that in regards to what she might mean. When he explains about the mudpie he had once, she gives a grin and then tilts her head when she hears a voice behind them and looks back to spy young Jeremy. She smiles and gives him a little wave. "Do you want to come join us?" She calls to him, her voice gentle as she does, even waving him over as well.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy sports goggles but no other protective gear. THere's splinters and bits of broken... wood? It might be wood. It has the organic look about it, but there's probably a good rational to why there's bit of it all over the place in the vicinity of the x-men and the tressle-table o' destruct-EE-o-nay. The chains probably caught Hank's ear, as he peered toward the manse at the first chime, setting the last of the blocks before Rogue as he lifts his attention toward the younger man. "Jeremy, please. Do come join. You might find this quite interesting, if you pair your phone with my smartwatch. You can take a look at the readings from Anna-Marie's efforts with my blocks-o-mystery. Or you can just ask my watch, I suppose..." he grins at the young man, taking one block in his own palms and attempts to break, twist, crush and bend it. It doesn't pulverize under HIS grip at least.

SpyderByte has posed:
The smartwatch of Doctor McCoy's gives a slight glow, followed by an image of a green spider on it's face before it flickers away back to normal. As Jeremy pushes himself back to his feet, he makes his way down the steps as he tilts his head to one side. He reaches to his shoulder to detach his phone, sliding it into his hands as he spins it around in his palms slowly. It's a normal habit for him to keep his hands busy with a piece of technology. Blowing some hair away from his eyes hidden behind his thin glasses, he pauses before the two of them.

<< What are you working on? >>

The soft, soothing voice comes out of the phone he holds again. His mouth doesn't move as he stares openly at the table, then back towards the two X-Men. When he blinks, it's as slow as his movements.

<< Are you currently developing a new material designed to withstand abnormal amounts of strength and pressure? >>

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is going to - decidedly - let Hank and Jeremy talk science to each other. While she's interested in the results as a whole overall, getting to the results requires her to do more than just stand around and talk shop. Reaching to pick up a block identical to the one Hank grabbed, she throws it on the ground, crushes it with a foot, picks it back up and stretches it out some before putting it on the table and gives it a few solid punches before it finally gives up and shatters. Though Rogue is quick to make sure she's between anything that goes splintering off and Jeremy so that nothing hits the young man. "Perhaps you should go to Dr. McCoy's side of the table and...Hank...do you have extra goggles?"

Beast has posed:
"Indeed so, Jeremy. We are working through the prototypes that I conjoured up, to see which can resist the most force, in a /variety/ of forms. What could resist pure crushing might not be the best solution overall -- so we've got a variety of tensile compounds, most of which have a neutonian coloidal component," At Rogue's inquiry, he fishes in the bag-o-bricks to bring out a second pair. "Never go anywhere to do science with potentially dangerous materials, without having a spare, just in case you drop yours in a vat of acid." He proffers the goggles to Jeremy, looking at the pulverized brick and the readings off of his smartwatch. "Well, that one was promising."

It looks as if the readings are taking into account several factors, including torque, shear and compression, in pounds per square inch. "The way I figure it, if they can resist Rogue, they can probably stand a good chance against most other people. They're construction materials, actually. I've patterned them with ironwood and several xenobiological compounds I've had the chance to study, so that we can make them look relatively normal in the finished product. Which I hope will be a nice set of cabins and recreational houses, someplace nice and out of the way." He looks at Jeremy, then Rogue with a smile, putting another brick on the table for Rogue, in case she gets inspired to a different kind of attack. "If you're up to it Jeremy, I might have a small side-project for you to work on?"

SpyderByte has posed:
Taking the goggles, Jeremy slips his glasses off before he puts them over his head and tugs them down. He glances down at the phone in his hands as he reads the data that he tugs off of Beast's device. His eyes are unblinking as he stares, consuming the information at a high rate as his brain sorts it.

<< I see. This is very impressive. You could also probably take the material that is used to create the interior of the Danger Room and use similiar panels in between the panels you're currently building. That way it creates a buffer of pure resistance while also being hidden. A triplicate barrier of multiple materials. It will probably be expensive. >>

There's a long pause from the technopath, then gives a small twitch of his lips. He has an idea, it's probably not street legal.

Rogue has posed:
Neither of the two men gathered here know what Rogue has been through recently, so when she pulls over another block - slightly bigger than the ones she's been laying into - she uses it as a sort of punching bag. In her mind, there's a particular masked face in place of the item she's punching, and she just continues to wail on it. No crushing, no bending, no smashing. She's just beating on the thing until it either breaks apart or she gets tired. And there's really only one outcome that might beat the other one because her stamina right now is fairly high. Or maybe it's adrenaline. Likely a combination of both. It's probably a good idea to never really piss Rogue off to the point she wants to beat the shit out of you.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy nods to Jeremy as the goggles get put into place, listening at the suggestion that rolls out. "I had intentions of that ilk, but only a thin layer, as this is cost prescriptive, plus it hasn't really got to resist active training -- mostly just accidental emotional... outbursts..." trailing off, the good doctor watches one block become the antithesis of all that is good in the world, a justified scapegoat of all rampant inner turmoil and a lot of splinters besides. With each pound, he takes just a little step further back, a calculation that ends up with himself just outside of splinter-shard range. He also reaches for Jeremy, kind of aiming to wave him back behind the -safety- line.

SpyderByte has posed:
As he watches Rogue pound on the block, Jeremy's head tilts slightly to one side, then reaches up to adjust the goggles on his head. He has such an impassive look upon his face. As Hank reaches for him and drags him back, he shuffles along with him, then gives another glance down at his phone.

<< Money is just binary traveling between way points of banks. I can create more of it for you if you need it. >>

He settles himself once more down on the porch, hunkering over a bit.

Rogue has posed:
The beating continues until - perhaps finally - the block explodes in a multitude of splinters and Rogue stands there only slightly out of breath. "Well. That was certainly somethin'..." She offers and then looks to Hank. "You gettin' some good stuff out of me punchin' on all these things?" She asks, tilting her head to the side before her gaze shifts over towards Jeremy. His little comment about creating more money is both intriguing and scary. "I hope so anyway, cause, I think I might be done for now..."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy raises his left wrist, rotating it to jiggle the smart watch. "Every blow, every smash, Anna-Marie. I'll be able to analyze it later, with help..." he looks a little torn, but doesn't make any move to arrest or intervene in the Roguishness of the moment. He might ask things later, one never knows. "Thank you for your help though, it was much appreciated and will keep me very busy, no doubt." So saying, he makes to get a broom, tucked behind a support wall, to clean up after the experiment, looking sidelong up at Jeremy. "A good thing to know, that the flow of zeros and ones can be interfered with, but I've earned quite a number of them over my years. There isn't really a need, so much as there's a moral obligation to work within reasonable means. Necessity being the mother of invention and the governess of purse strings, also." He winks at the young man. "I'll be a while here though, I need to measure where the furthest distance travelled is, of the particulates. For posterity. Before I clean it up." He intends it seems to be here a while with broom and measuring tape, being a big blue groundskeeper.