13155/Tea Break

Tea Break
Date of Scene:	30 April 2021
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	An afternoon of ithe coffee, tea and realizing potentials
Cast of Characters:	Red, Rogue, SpyderByte, Nightingale

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Red has posed:
Spring. Spring's when the skirts and sleeves get shorter again and the drinks colder while the weather got warmer. Well, all drinks but coffee and tea, because those only turned cold in summer, which might explain the steaming kettle in the kitchen as Alice works on fixing some of the black brew and the golden liquid.

Rogue has posed:
Sleeves would get shorter, and pants would become shorts if you're name isn't Rogue and you have to be absolutely careful about what your skin touches. That's not a euphamism or a dirty joke, it's just the way things go for the X-Man. So she enters the kitchen wearing her usual green and yellow body suit and yellow gloves. Her hair is actually pulled up into a pony tail and nose wrinkles at the mixing scenets of coffee and tea - but she's headed for the fridge where a pitcher of ice cold sweet golden elixir awaits - courtesy of...one of the southern people in this mansion school place.

SpyderByte has posed:
Heading into the kitchen is Jeremy who is currently rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. He looks tired this early in the morning. The young Goth technopath is shambling in all black and a heavy half trench coat. He wears it everywhere, even inside the mansion. His phone is strapped to his shoulder as usual.

As he passes by the toaster oven, he reaches out to gently pat the top of her, then inserts two pieces of bread before heading to the fridge. He opens it up and lets out a soft noise in his throat.

<< Stop that. Don't pick a fight this early in the morning. >>

He takes out an energy drink and cracks it open, hipping the door shut.

Red has posed:
Alice turns the head to wave to Rogue, then nods to Jeremy as he gets in. "What should we fight about?" she asks the teen, nursing the hot caffinated drink in her hand slowly, giving Rogue a longer look over. "Nothing more casual any day?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue actually shifts her gaze to Jeremy and then gives a little grin. "I don't think she's happy any time of day..." Because she has special insight on who Jeremy is referring to, and why he made that comment. She can't hear them anymore, but that one night definitely made an impact. Her attention goes to Alice and she raises an eyebrow. "I can't really do casual...I have to keep everyone safe and this is the only way for me to do so." Until it's not, which has been a spoken fear of hers to certain people. "Also. Collectively. Good morning." This as she grabs a glass and goes to fill it with ice before following that with pitcher tea.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Wasn't talking to you. Was talking to Frannie. She is gloating again. She is keeping score. So far it's twenty-three to one. >>

Whatever that means. Jeremy makes his way back over to the toaster oven as it pings, then takes the bread out. He gives a smile, then leans forward to wrap his arms around it for a brief hug. That is perfectly normal. He makes his way back to a table and sinks down into a chair, then starts to tug the pieces of bread in half with his fingers.

Red has posed:
"There are casual ways to style gloves and long sleves and such without wearing spandex every day all day." Alice notes with a chuckle, reaching for a sketchpad and starting to scribble on it for a few moments. "Like, there's always the option of long blouses and satin gloves, or maybe a gothic style dress, Longsleeves, leather gloves and jeans... And if it doesn't fit, it can be made fitting." she chimes.

"Frannie? That's... uh... the coffee machine or the kettle?" she asks to Jeremy. "Good thing that my workshop doesn't need power tools or knives or something. They'd criticize me for disuse..."

Rogue has posed:
"Frannie is the fridge." Rogue answers, replacing pitcher into the fridge and then decidedly goes about toasting a bagel. A moment is taken to think on the first comment Alice made and then she shrugs. "I have different outfits. This one just feels familiar. There's comfort in that." A knowledge that it's safe because it always is. She might surprise everyone and wear 'normal' clothes at some point. "Besides, spandex makes flying easier. I'm not sure the world is ready to see what will happen if my skirt catches an odd upwind." Then her attention goes back to Jeremy. "How are you doing, Jeremy?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Frannie is the fridge. >>

Jeremy confirms as he puts a piece of bread into his mouth, giving a few chews, followed by a swallow.

<< I am okay. Excited to graduate and to begin college. I am still trying to figure out which one I will go to. I plan on it being local. Most likely a technology focused university. >>

Red has posed:
"Well, flying does make stuff harder, but spandex is far from a second skin, even if familiar." Chuckling a moment, she stretches a leg sideways, her boots like always pretty much impossible if it weren't for her. Because one can't get into boots that are made like a second skin all the way up to half thigh.

"I bet I can figure out a way to make something that doesn't show. How thin does it need to be? Because, if plastic wrap thin works, I have an idea that doesn't even show a lot. Might need to get used to though."

Rogue has posed:
"Ah. Thanks for the offer Alice, but Dr. McCoy and I are working on some things that'll help me in the long run. If I get an inklin' for somethin' that ain't one way or the other, though, I'll let you know." Rogue says this, claiming her now toasty bagel and walks over to the table to sit adjacent to Jeremy. "Ah, when's graduation? I haven't been keeping up with the school year too much. Are you set to graduate soon too Alice? What are your plans. I think going local is a nice idea."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I technically can be considered a graduate since I have completed my initial coursework, but now I am currently working on extra curriculars and electives that I added in to prepare for college. Graduation is in June, right after Prom. >>

Jeremy keeps cramming bread into his mouth as his phone speaks for him. He glances between the pair of them as they talk, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand.

Red has posed:
"Comeon miss Rogue, I am 21 and scheduled to be out of college with the end of the program. I don't need a Bachelor or something, Ain't my style anyway. Was like the best 2 years I had, but besides selling stuff to cosplayers on Etsy I ain't got big plans."

Alice chuckles a moment, brushing her hair back. "Maybe I try a stint in hollywood, or try to work for the 'vengers or stuff. I ain't an engineer, but with the right plans I can do stuff 'n shit."

Rogue has posed:
"Extra curriculars are nice and can be good on college applications." Rogue offers with a nod to Jeremy. "I do hope you find one that fits you well." Then she shifts in her chair to look towards Alice again. "What would you do for the Avengers? Why go work for them? Are the X-Men not good enough?" Rogue and Jeremy are sitting at a table in the kitchen while Alice is in the kitchen proper fixing coffee because it's morning. After a moment, Rogue smirks at Jeremy and then - wordlessly and when no one's attention is there - reaches and boops his nose with a finger.

SpyderByte has posed:
The boop causes Jeremy to scrunch up his face, followed by a small giggle as he props his chin up in the palm of his hand.

<< I am going to study computer engineering with a focus on network security risk analysis. >>

Of course he would. That sounds like something he would go for.

As he finishes one piece of bread, he moves to the next as he tears chunks out of the toast, then takes small bites.

Red has posed:
"Well, because Mr. Barton offered an internship to build him stuff? Though he didn't follow up on that yet, and a girl gotta eat." Alice shrugs with a smile, brushing the hair back again. "But if you need a quartermaster to get you all new uniforms or polymer gadgets, you know how to reach me. Though I should have taken a few more optics classes - did you know that glass is a really silly polymer?"

"Well, what do they have to teach you anymore if you can just about ask the PC where their risks are?"

Nightingale has posed:
     It's just about lunchtime, and where food is to be found, there is where hungry teens are usually to be found. One such member of the species, of the winged variety, shuffles into the kitchen, a notebook and pencil in hand, and humming another unfamiliar melody Shannon is dressed in denim leggings, a long white t-shirt with Tweety Bird dressed as a hippie emblazoned on the front, and some new-ish white sneakers. She pauses in the doorway, humming a snippet of song and jotting down some notes, before glancing up. She smiles at those already in the room, though there is perhaps a certain fierce determination flickering in her eyes. "Hey there," she calls out. "How's it all going?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiles at the giggle she gets from Jeremy and then takes a bite of her bagel to chew on a moment before washing it down with a swallow of tea. "Well, that makes sense. I ain't judgin' or nothin'. Was just curious." This offered before she takes another bite of bread. "Speaking of prom.." Cause it was brought up earlier, "do either of you plan on going? Do you have partners to go with?" Her attention gained by Shannon in a moment and she smiles. "Hello. Well enough I think. Yourself?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< If I am going to one day get a job at SHIELD, HAMMER or STAR LABS I would need to have a degree regardless of my powers. I also don't technically want to advertise that I am capable of disarming the entire world's nuclear codes, or crashing an economy over breakfsat during an interview. This way I am able to obtain a job without bias or feeling like I may be used as a weapon or influenced. >>

Jeremy gives a smile over towards Shannon before he glances over to Rogue at the question. His shoulders shrug upwards and he nods his head.

<< Yes, I am going. >>

Red has posed:
Alice shrugs a little abou going. "Prom? I ain't getting a degree, and it's high school prom, so there's little reason for me to go, unless I get to dress up some people and then it's more to see them in costumes." she admits, nursing her coffee cup.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hanging in there. Jotting down another song, don't know if anything will come of this one. Still need to touch base with Andrea on the last one I wrote, it sounded like both she and her manager were pretty keen on getting the ball rolling." Shannon smiles, tucking the pencil away behind her ear as she heads over to get a couple thick slices of bread, some butter, and cinnamon sugar. She smiles over at Jeremy and nods, and offers the same to Alice, listening to talk of the upcoming Prom. Tapping the top of the toaster lightly, she chuckles. "'morning, LaToya."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue ah's and nods her head. "Well I wish you luck with that...the whole song thing." Then she glances to Alice and shrugs her shoulders. "You could go as a chaperone...I mean you've made friends with the students right? Plus it's happening off campus so...won't be too strange if you're there with people you know." Then again, Rogue is likely not going, but she also doesn't say that. Looking between the other two ladies, she then looks to Shannon and smirks. "So. Pickles."

Red has posed:
"Sure I could, but still, I'm like 3 years ahead of the last ones. Let them have fun. Unless they want to turn it into an orgy with alcohol and all, they don't need no chaperone, but if they do, they deserve at least the decency of getting told no beer by Mr. Howlett."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Thanks," Shannon says, smiling somewhat. "I'm actually pretty optimistic on that second song, hope the one I'm writing down now takes off just as well."

     Popping her bread in the toaster, she just listens a little while longer to prom talk. "I'll be making my own dress, but maybe there are others who might need something, Alice." Looking over more fully at the other girl, she smiles and continues. "You know, you really could do well if you turned your skills more towards R&D. Could save a lot of lives with the stuff you'd come up with. Medical, law enforcement, the applications are endless, especially for first responders."

     Glancing back at Rogue, she grins. "Mhm. Pickles. Thinking of making some pickled eggs this weekend. Am I gonna have to fight ya for 'em?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue finishes her bagel and downs the rest of her tea. "I don't know if I'm going to volunteer for prom yet or not. On one hand, it'll just be students and staff, so it's people I know. On the other... it's a large social gathering...and I don't do well with those." She stands then, moving into the kitchen to put away her dish and refills her tea. A smirk given to Shannon then, "Maybe. Not so sure about pickled eggs. I need to see if I can find or make some pickled okra... now that's some good eatin'."

Red has posed:
"You might make your own dress Shannon, but if you need acessories or such, you know where to find me. But I ain't cut for R&D work. I mean, I am an artist soul, and beyond cramming what plastic is good for what, I ain't cut for being an engineer. I couldn't design and calculate a gear worth anything. Putting together parts? That I can do. Inventing them? Nay. And I do think stopping people by having their underwear fight against them might count as... what's that term... excessive force?"

Alice takes it with humor though, chuckling as she refills her cup with the black stuff. "Medical... nope. I ain't made for *that*. Too many needles around." A shudder runs down her spine at the mentioning, before she eyes over Rogue. "Pickles are fine, as long as you don't crave them with cream. Cause then I gotta call your mom or whoever is that for you to get you to a pharmacy."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's eyebrows loft, first one, then the other. "Pickled... okra? That's a new one on me. I've had fried okra and that's some damn good stuff, but never pickled." She grins at Rogue--somehow, talk of edibles always seemed to bring people together. "Tell ya what. I make the pickled eggs, you make the pickled okra, and we'll compare notes. Sound good?"

     Her jaw just drops as she -stares- at Alice for a moment, then bursts out giggling. "Oh gawd, NO. HELL NO. Unh-uh. No pharmacy runs for me, thank you very much! I ain't going there!"

SpyderByte has posed:
As he listens to them talk, Jeremy has at some point tuned out and is focusing on the phone in his hands. He is tapping away with his thumbs at times, squinting his eyes. He hums to himself at times, tilting it sideways, then taps a few more times. He glances up and over at the talk of pharmacy, then scowls for a moment before looking back to his phone.

Rogue has posed:
"I think what Shannon means..." Or meant as the winged woman disappears suddenly, "is that your talents in making clothing...could benefit those people. If you can stand there and offer to make me a possible suit that could prevent my powers from activating while granting me a better comfort than wearing a body suit... what's stopping you from testing and developting clothing that people who deal directly in public health and safety could use." She shrugs then, shifting to sit back down in her chair adjacent from Jeremy, watching him a moment. "Everything alright, Jeremy?" Cause he sort of checked out, and he scowled.

Red has posed:
"I ain't making clothing really. Costumes and props, but clothing would mean sewing... and I ain't doing that." Alice shudders. "What I meant was I could fit clothes to you like I do with my boots. Or shape them right to your skin. Like, really a second one. But getting that stuff off might be much harder than just taking off gloves, as it is skin tight. It's an individualistic approach, and what I do isn't really replicable for mass production... It's specialty stuff."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Yes, I am fine. Just working. >>

Which means Jeremy is not doing homework but something else as he taps along at his phone as the screen flashes to an app that has a video feed of some type across it. The audio is turned off for now so that only his voice can come through.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shrugs her shoulders. "Ah. Think I understand now." She doesn't say much else to that though, lifting her glass to take another drink of tea. "Anything interesting happening out in the world, Jeremy?" Really, she's about out of conversational ideas and likely reaching a social limit - which will lead to her exiting fairly soon.

Red has posed:
Alice nods slowly at Jeremy's comment, taking a sip from her coffee. "anything we need to call the alpha squad on?"

Yawning a moment despite the caffeinated drink, she sighs a moment later. "WEll Miss Rogue, it's Balenophobia with me. I can't work with them. Needles freak me out, even if I know they can't hurt me. Pins and syringes are a nogo. And clothing indutry is all about them. But then again I don't need them."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< My work is under NDA. I am not allowed to talk about it without express permission from Miss Grey. >>

Jeremy says as he taps his thumbs along the glass a few times as he stares at the screen, glancing over at them at times, followed by a smile.

<< But I am currently watching someone get strangled to death. It looks to be fairly painful. >>

The female voice of SIRI is so soft and pleasant to hear, despite the news he just delivered which is quite horrific.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods to Jeremy. "That's fair. I often forget that fact. Sorry." She offers this and stands, taking up her glass. A glance back to Alice then as she raises a brow, but she's not going to really say anything. When Jeremy talks about watching someone get strangled to death, she blinks. "Oh...I would..suspect it's quite...uhm..painful." A pause. "On that note I think I'm going to go spend some time with myself and a book. See you both later."

Red has posed:
"Strangling to death... as in execution or murder?" Alice asks, face wincing at the notion of Jeremy, and turning much darker as something clicks. "...and I just realized I could do that to people with their own clothes... Thanks Jeremy, I didn't really need to know *that* possible application of shaping polymers."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< What is the difference between execution and murder? When you strangle someone to death, it's personal. >>

Jeremy rises upwards and gives a stretch, tucking his phone into his pocket and yawns, then starts for the door as he drags his energy drink with him.

<< I am going to sleep. Have a good weekend. >>