13114/A day in Mutant town

A day in Mutant town
Date of Scene:	24 April 2021
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	A date in mutant town ends with crispy aromatic duck and some absolutely terrible ties.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Sandra Billings

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Beast has posed:
Occasionally, it's just not what you want or need, to be around too many normal people. But then again, it's also sometimes not what you need to be sequestered and secluded. Down to a light sticky tru-skin bandage on his right pectoral, which can be hidden beneath a shirt, Hank McCoy is taking advantage a little, of a lack of thick fur, to wear something that's relatively form fitting - Just T-shirt and jeans, but it shows off how square he is at least. Oversized sneakers cover his feet, black with pink go-faster stripes, so as not to look like clownshoes. He waits at a park bench, glancing up at the sky and the relatively nice day that's hitting the streets of mutant town.

He pushes his glasses close to his face and pauses, feeling the bridge of his nose. An odd smile touches him, to feel it not being a muzzle. Acceptance is one thing, but sometimes it's nice to go back to feeling a little bit more like a man.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Heading down the street is Sandy, who has her heapdhones in her ears and humming along to 80's rock. She is currently blasting 'I want to know what love is' into her skull at a high volume. She is dressed in a flattering blouse and a pair of form fitting jeans. She even has her hair 'done' in a stylish manner. She had heard that he was injured and that he may not look the same and to be prepared for it. Bless Jean Grey.

As she comes upon him on the bench, she slows down a bit and lifts her brows upwards at the sight of him. "Doctor Mc Coy? Is that you? Have you lost some weight? Wait, no, you got new glasses." She says with a smile as she slips down next to him. "You got a story to tell me, mister."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy has even tied his hair back in a little mini-tail. It was a mane and that didn't fall out, so now it's an uncontained mane that required a bit of slicking so as not to do that mad-scientist thing. He rises as she approaches though, holding a bag up containing several brioche buns with a variety of goodies in them, including one or two that are custard filled -- and of course, there's a kiss on account of Essential Services Rendered, before he settles with her as she slips down next to him. The buns are sat on the bench within reach of them both.

"However did you know? I thought I'd try cyan blue flexible frames..." he takes them off and bends them with a wink and a grin full of white teeth but only fangs and not a full muzzleful of sharp. "I was a sight for several days and not all that fun to be around, or I'd have met up earlier. Regrowing fur is frustratingly akin to going through puberty all over again, after having fallen into an entire field of poison ivy and nettles." He drinks in the look of her, fresh, curvy, vivacious and sighs a small sigh of happy. "You'll laugh..." he warns.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Hey, I happen to like fuzzy guys so you're in luck." Sandy says with a smile as she studies his new face, noticing the lack of his muzzle and other catlike features. It's him, but it's not 'him'. It's so differnt. She reaches up to brush her hand along his face, then leans in to give him a kiss, followed by a smile. "You can show me the full experience tonight when I convince you to stay over." She insists as she pats him on the chest.

Taking the bag from him, she lets out a soft 'ooh' as she peeks into, then takes out a brioche. She tears one in half and passes it to him, then takes a bite as she leans in against his shoulder. "You are feeling a bit better now? Do you want me to take a look at that gunshot wound you took? You know how picky I can be with someone else works on my favorite patients."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles with a brow-bob at the promise, keeping still as she brushes her hand over his features. Eyes are still catlike and blue, but the rest not so much. "As near as I can figure it out, the anti-cure, re-cure, then stupidity reset reset me to an earlier version of mutation. I suspect that the re-cure didn't mess around with altered bone structure, but stupidity reset did. Hurt like a bitch, it did, but then everything was rather less about the pain in my face and body and more about the gunshot," he glances around briefly, then pulls up his tight T-shirt over rock-hard abdominals and inches it up past his pectorals. Peeling it down, the stitching is very fine and dissolving and looks like it's almost healed. The joys of regeneration -- it took him longer than normal, fundamentally because organs simply heal, they do not regrow.

"I miscalculated just how heavy some deplorable characters were and my quick-math mental amplication of force calculation didn't so much throw a badguy with my fulcrum and four hundred pound self as it did... knock it over and disarm it. Literally, I tore off the arm. And then of course, all the fur fell out as they have a nullification field and he was very rude and shot me in the chest."

Sandra Billings has posed:
When he starts to lift up his shirt to show off that incredible body of his, Sandy's eyes widen a bit, finding her cheeks flushed. She is used to the bulky cat like body covered in fur, but this is totally different. She clears her throat loudly and reaches out to brush her hand along his stomach, upwards to his chest. For science purposes of course. She can't help but give a small giddy giggle under her throat before clearing her throat.

".. Doctor Mc Coy. You are .. um.. incredibly good looking. I mean, you always have been, but this is .. ah... very .. nice .." She says with a stammer as her hand rests along his chest, gently giving his heart a soft tap before she inspects the bandage. "Looks like it's healing nicely though. Probably will leave a scar unless your mutation doesn't allow for it."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy blushes, which is mostly a darkening of purple around the cheeks, given the blue fur over the top. He shuts her up briefly with a kiss, as he fusses his T-shirt down again and traps her hand beneath with it. Self-conscious? In an odd way, yes. Mostly, because he never thinks about himself in that sort of light!

A short while after, when oxygen becomes an issue and some deep breaths are taken, he stuffs his mouth with the brioche that was torn in half, to occupy his mouth for enough time to get his thoughts in order. He flicks a crumb off his lip sidelong and away from them both, with the opposite index finger. "You're beautiful, inside and out, nutty. Throughly so." He coughs, clearing his throat and only then tucks his shirt into his pants once again. "I scar, but they fade very quickly to almost non-existent. Else I suspect you would've noticed the bare patches of fur -- not my first rodeo or injury, after all."

Sandra Billings has posed:
As they kiss, Sandy practically melts against him as she lets out a low noise in her throat, something between a purr and a growl. She leans in closer to him, reveling in just being with 'him' again, as if the last week has been much longer. Her hand trapped beneath his shirt makes use of stirring her finger along the soft fur there over his muscles before she finally leans back to take a breath of fresh air. Her own cheeks are flushed as she brushes her nose to his.

"God, I love you so much, Hank." She says after he tells her that she is beautiful. She never has before until she met him. Now she feels like a Queen. The Queen of brioches. "Well, the only thing I noticed is the fact you look like a gorgeous, super smart body builder. Anything else I will ensure to look in greater detail tonight. For science purposes of course." She says assuringly to him.

"I don't have any scars on me. I've always had to be careful when making mistakes or falling down when I was little, especially in school."

Beast has posed:
"It could be a very long, thorough investigation. A lot of them are practically unnoticeable," deadpan, Hank presses his lips thin, nodding slow in emphasis. "You could be at it for a long while," there is a pause, as he considers how indestructable she usually is. "Did your power manifest, or are you one of those rare from-birth types?" He has never asked, he now realizes.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I will make sure to be /very/ thourough, Doctor McCoy. I have a nurse's touch so my examinations will be very detailed." Sandy says softly to him as she finds her cheeks coloring even more. God, he has a way of getting her heart to race like a Mustang under her chest. "Mmm. I remember being in junior high or so was when I wasn't getting hurt as much. I chalked it up to being .. ah... fat.. and sitting in my house all day reading books and not being adventerous. It's not like I was ever clumsy as a child. I just was not athletically inspired to 'do' anything but study and be alone. It's just not until um.. I ripped the door off a locker by accident when I was trying to get it open and I couldn't figure out the combination. I just ... lobbed it down the hall. It was at that moment I realized that .. I was different."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy smiles again. A promise is a promise, but that will be for later. He takes a different brioche, tears it in two to offer her half - this one's a custard filled, so the motion ends up a bit 'oops, catch!' to prevent it spilling everywhere.
    "Interesting. It was always a different journey through life for me. I've been a mutant since I was born, but for the longest time nobody could tell. I didn't so much discover, as get outed. I think it came about from my family's exposure, particularly my father's, to mutagens." He muses as he licks the custard so it doesn't spill. "And then I tried to cure myself and that went tits up. Acceptance came after that."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Reaching out to catch the sticky brioche, Sandy raises her fingers up to lick them clean for a moment before taking a bite of the custard pastry. Mmm. She sighs loudly. "This is yummy." She hums to herself. "I saw plenty of pictures of you online from when you were in college and playing football. You were quite the handsome linebacker, Hank. I remember you told me once how popular you were with the ladies." She says with a sly grin, bumping her shoulder to his. "But, I'm sorry you felt you had to change yourself to be happy." She says as she places her head on his shoulder, looking up at him.

Beast has posed:
"When you're young, you can often be an idiot, despite your IQ," Hank defers, settling in to the care of simple close contact, turning to sniff her hair. That shampoo is always lovely. He picks the brioche apart, eating rather delicately really, or perhaps trying to stop himself from stuffing his mouth. "I always thought I was rather too brawny and short, it looked weird when I looked in the mirror back then. But I tried to hard. Always did, then, to be one of the boys. Which did mean having all the girls for a while, which... well, it didn't feel right either." This admitted, he looks at her with his eyes softening. "Back then, they also didn't really make clothing in my size that looked right either. My parents spent a fortune not on my tuition, but on my wardrobe. Heh. Scholarship helped take that edge off."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I understand what you mean about finding clothes to fit. When I was at that tender age, they don't make cute clothes for girls my figure in middle school. They look like single colored burlap sacks for shirts." Sandy says as she wraps her arms around one of his strong ones. She drags her fingers along the curve of his bicep gently a few times. "I love you, Henry." She says, a bit firmly than normal as she looks up at him again. "You know that, right? If you wake up with red fur tomorrow I will still love you and call you my strawberry muffin. You are the man that I want to spend my life. Don't ever worry about all of this when you're with me, okay? You promise? No more high IQ dumb ideas?"

Beast has posed:
"Oh, I promise, no more high IQ dumb ideas. Cross my heart." Which he does with his pinky finger, criss-cross. "I feel like currently, I've gotten ahead of the possibilities. If I screw around with things," he shakes his head firmly at that, though there's a snort at the description of clothing. "Style only comes when you've got a living wage, I think. Plus, specialist stores have been a -godsend- don't you think?" He leans against her, resting his hand on her knee, all cosy on the bench. A still tableau. Because: reasons "Augh, can you imagine me with red fur? I'd look like an orangutan."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"You'd look hilarious with red fur. I like the blue, just like your eyes. If you had to be a furry fuzzy mutant, this is the color that I really find pleasing." Sandy says as she gives him another grin, looking at his face. "Is your muzzle going to come back? Because, if it is, I'm going to take full advantage of your lips while I can. It's nice to really kiss you."

Beast has posed:
"I don't think so. I spent the last week checking MRI scans; there's no sign of regrowth occuring." Yes, he put himself in through the MRI several times, did Hank, just to be sure he wasn't having some kind of pleasant daydream in the middle of the nightmare. "It seems to have... well... gone, like the rest of the craziness I inflicted with the anti-cure by accident, this... is my face. So it's a good job you like it, as you may well be stuck with it." He taps his nose, his lips and grins.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Grinning, Sandy leans over and presses her mouth to his once more for another kiss as she hooks her arms around his neck. She ensures this one's time is taken for as long as a minute before she parts and leans her cheek into his. She gives the rough stubble along his face a gentle nuzzle to feel it against her tough skin. "Good. I like this way better. It's nice to see /you/. So, besides eating brioches, what else do you wish to do for the afternoon? Are you feeling okay enough to walk around?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy lets his hands go roaming a little bit, but decently. They ARE in public after all and there's nothing quite like overt groping in public to make other people flinch. Later! Later. His chin is particularly stubbly at the moment too, which is probably beautifully akin to sandpaper or a brillo pad. If you've got an itch and tough skin though, that probably feels pretty good.
    When done, he licks lips, blinking a few times and looks out on the street for focus. His glasses are crooked, requiring straightening. "Well..." he exhales, then inhales as deep as his lungs will allow, only flinching when its filling the upper of the right lobe. "AS long as we're not playing full contact sports, which seems highly unlikely to me..." he grins "...I should be good. I thought we could take in lunch, perhaps? Or do some windowshopping here?"

Sandra Billings has posed:
Feeling a shiver up her back with the way he looks at her, Sandy is just puppy dog sick in love with this man. She gives a nod of her head as she rises upwards, smoothing down her blouse a bit. Reaching out for his hand, she curls her fingers with his and helps him up to his feet. "Let's go shopping then and spend some quality time together." She says as she sways his hand a bit in hers. He has all his fingers! Not a paw. It's so nice.

Beast has posed:
Yes! Hand. With fingers and yes, there are still claws, but it's far less animal than it once was. He doesn't look like an anthropomorphized panther-lion-ape any more. Obliging what he suspects might be curiosity and a muted glee, he holds his other hand out to her, palm up, so she can poke it, too. No pads! Easily falling into step though, he disposes of the empty brioche bag in a receptacle like a good boy.

"You can attempt to match something to my complexion," he teases.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I would love to. Maybe you can help me find something to wear under it." Sandy says as she squeezes his hand tightly in hers, swinging them back and forth as they head down the street through the shopping district. Mutant Town isn't very stylish like the rest of New York. It's mostly discount stores and cheap apparel. It doesn't seem to bother her though as she heads into one clothing store to take a look around. They have clothing for all types here. Those with multiple appendages, bulky sizes, long sizes, short sizes. They have mutants on their mind here.

They even have a more casual side of the store for those who aren't of a different body type. "I'm going to find you a tie."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy laughs at this, giving a curt nod of approval. "That sounds like a very good idea. My T-shirt definitely needs that sort of adornment." And from the tone, it had probably best be the most ridiculous thing she can find. He glances along the street momentarily, peering over the top of his spectacles for a better far-sight and grins. Thrift stores, those are always fun to fish around in and a few seem to be combo-vintage down that way. He browses past a few of the racks, picking up something bri-nylon and bright orange, widening his eyes comically over it and holding it up to his chest, looking at her with brows raised. "This is soo bad... I didn't think they even still made this stuff."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Plucking up what appears to be a see through fishnet onesie, Sandy can't help but bark out a laugh as she holds it up to her, brows raising. "For you or me?" She asks him as she flips it over her shoulder. It's only five bucks and she'll make it work one way or the other. "We could shop here for Halloween maybe. I'm getting ideas." She says as she rummages through various accessories and finds a pair of earrings that are cheap and kind of adorable. They are in the shape of peacocks.

"I see the ties!" She calls out excitedly, strutting towards the aisle proudly. "I'm going to find the ugliest one in here for you."

Beast has posed:
"Bodystocking!" bursting out into a hearty laugh, Beast shakes his head. "HOnestly? I have no idea. Maybe we could get two and match. Oh my god, the instagrams." The laugh trails into a bit of a giggle and he sets the orange thing back on its rack, waving at the shop clerk, perhaps in apology, but the older lady has seen it all in here, including the call for alterations when four arms wasn't quite enough. "We could, yes. I could be leisure suit larry without too much trouble at all, here." Ohhh, the flashbacks. "Right! I will be over here by the shirts, not looking at what you're finding!" he calls over his shoulder, looking through the summery offerings that are available. They're nice enough, but the material is thin and cheap, as is to be expected.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I loved Leisure Suit Larry as a kid! I found it on my dad's computer. I played it a few times and couldn't stop laughing at how bad it was." Sandy finds a second fishnet body stocking, one that is built larger and puts it over her shoulder. As she saunters into the men's section to fish through the ties, she plucks out quite a few ties that she finds, giggling the entire time. As she makes her way back over to him, she calls out with a playful song in her throat. "Oooh loooover boy! You ready to see these?"

Beast has posed:
"Ohhh, gawds, it was so bad that it was good. Did you ever get to find a copy of Monkey island? Same sort of bad..." Beast puts a couple of T-shirts back on the rack, having selected one with a big smiley face with x's for eyes, tossed over one large forearm. He turns then, with a dramatic gesture and his eyes closing, chin lifted.

"Hit me," and then because it's hard to judge a tie with your peepers shut, he cracks one open, as if only seeing with one eye will somehow soften the horrifying wardrobe malfunction in the making.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Making her way to him, Sandy leans in and gives him a kiss first with his eyes closed, then slides the tie around his neck and knots it swiftly. She is practiced at this by now, having 'dressed' him quite a few times in the morning. It's a long tie that looks just like 'Beaker' from the Muppets. It's a long extended version of his face with the mouth wide open. It even has a tuft of fake thick hair sticking at the top of the head to make the tie look even more silly. When she squeezes it, it goes 'meep!'

"Open your eyes."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy does so, after a lip smack, peering down the length of himself and literally snorts. "Oh, I am so having this one. I am going to wear it to an official meeting at some point and that will be the end of it!" uh-oh, this one's a keeper. He also nods in approval of the second body stocking. Oh, that is just going to be... funny.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I'm glad you like it." Sandy says with a grin. "It's terribly awesome. Something that would get the kids at the office talking and wondering if you lost a bet." She gives the tie a bit of a tug, then leans forward to give him another kiss. "I snagged a few more ties to show you later tonight." She says with a wink as she has them hiding under the stocking suits.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles, undoing it and slipping it free of his neck, to hold it up and turn it left and right. He also squeaks the beaker, giving another little giggle. "ALways did like Doctor Bunsen," he nods slowly, though. "I can picture it. And I do so love to make them think there's something funny going on," he grins widely, trying to sneak a peek at what's hidden under the stocking suits. "Tease. You promise me silly ties and then leave me hanging!"

Sandra Billings has posed:
Giggling as Sandy prances around him playfully, she leans in to kiss his cheek from behind, then takes out another tie as she slips it around his neck. This one looks like a game of Tetris with pieces at the bottom and others falling down. The background is black. "OKay, I'll give you a few more peeks." She says as she curls her arms around him from behind.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy glances over his shoulder at her bounciness, the grin still plastered to his face as the next tie is brought into luminous perspective. "Oh, my stars... that one is hideous! It makes my chest look ludicrously square, doesn't it? It's the geometric blocks..." he reaches behind himself, gives her hips a squeeze and then 'vogues' on his own dimensions, sinking his chin down to square off his neck.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Laughing, Sandy says, "Your chest is fine! I figured you were a Tetris guy. I also got this one which looks like Space Invaders." She says as she holds it up to him. The white aliens at the top, the green gunner ship at the bottom between two green bunkers in their Atari glory. "And .. um... one that is a very long eggplant." She holds it out to him. The tie itself even curves to the left. It can't be any more blatant for the college crowd types.

Beast has posed:
Sometimes all you can do is stare. The aubergine is just ... just... He snorts, facepalms loudly and loses his cool completely in a fit of giggles into his palm.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I know the scale to size isn't ... accurate. This is a small tie after all. But, I thought you'd get a kick out of it. I'm ready to buy this stuff, you good?" Sandy asks as she bumps her shoulder into his with a wry grin, then starts for the counter with her armfull of clothing. "By the way, I did buy something at the mall the other day that I think you'll like. I'll put it on for you later."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gets himself under control after a few more snorts and piggy sounds. "Oh, maaaaan. Smartphones have given us so much to wonder over, I swear. And subtlety. Oh, so subtle..." he brings his hand to touch the small of her back with another titter and a nod. "I'm not laughing at you, honest. Gosh. Are we going to get take-out on the way back?"

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Yes, we are definitely getting take-out. Let's snag some Chinese food. I am starving for spring rolls." Sandy says hungrily as she puts the clothes on the counter, then takes out her credit card. The older lady takes a look at the items, looks back at them, then starts to ring them up with a shake of her head. "Honeymoon phase I take it?" She asks in a raspy smoker's voice.

Beast has posed:
"Something like that, yes," Hank nods, going a bit misty eyed at the notion of chinese. "I could murder some crispy duck, if it wasn't entirely done in already. Hank McCoy in the dining room, with the dagger... bwahahaha!" He fishes for his own wallet for his own purchases, also.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Swatting at Hank's hand, it's clear Sandy is paying for their terrible choice in clothing. She gives a smile to the cashier and giggles. "Yes, something like that." She agrees. Once paid and bagged, she nudges him. "Come on, my .. handsome husband. Let's go murder us a dead duck and spring rolls."