13169/The Gravitas of the situation

The Gravitas of the situation
Date of Scene:	02 May 2021
Location:	Garage - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	It started out with attempting to assess Rosie's talents and ended up with a Shower cubicle o' dewm and discussions on mutations. That is until Deadpool. Car surgery concludes.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Antigravity, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Moonstar, Sandra Billings, Deadpool

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Beast has posed:
Attempt to talk to students, take II:

Yesterday, an unusual summons went out via junior classman runner, for a handful of students to come see Hank McCoy in his labs after schoolwork was done. THis of course didn't entirely go to plan, because absent minded Beasts (hey, it doesn't happen often) forgot some of the students don't have clearance to GET to his lab. So, now we are working in the garage.

Hank occasionally just hangs out with Rogue, it will be noted and he did ask if she might help him by being a helpful human forklift with some tricky tweaks on some machinery, if necessary. It is what it is, she might not have to lift a pinky...

He's got overalls on, working on a contraption that looks like a shower booth right now, flat on his back underneath with magnifying glasses on, and tiny, teenie tools.

Antigravity has posed:
    Rosie was one of those students who had gotten the summons. The Alabama girl with the gravity powers looks into the garage, blonde hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, open buffalo plaid shirt over a red tee and jeans, and she walks into the place, her head tilting a bit as she looks at the shower booth contraption, and she asks the super obvious question:

    "So, does it travel through time, Dr. McCoy?"

Rogue has posed:
For the moment, since she's not quite needed for anything yet, Rogue is standing at one of the normal sized doors of the garage - not but a few feet from where Hank works. The door itself is propped open and Rogue is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a cigarillo in hand. "I'm tellin' ya, Hank, them humans were pissin' their pants and runnin' for their mommies by the time we were done with them." She pauses. "Still didn't find the ki--" The voice of Rosie stops her in the middle of her sentence and she looks between the contraption Hank is working on and Rosie herself. "I don't quite think he's masterin' time travel over there just yet... probably gotta a plan to though, eh Hank?"

Beast has posed:
Peek up -- (@)_(@) eyes. He pokes up the goggles, so that he can actually see the figure at the door, looks back up at the thing he's working on, bonks the goggles when he does so and ends up wearing them as a rather unfortunate gag. "Augghfffn," pulling them off, he slides his trolly out from underneath. "Well, that was graceful, Hank. Way to go inspiring the younger generation with your skill, talent and grace," he chuckles, waving goggles at Rogue. "What she said. Although, the possibilities of time travel are there, I don't think I ought to meddle. I have a bad habit of overdoing things, when I get focused on something. Welcome, Welcome, Rosie. Pull up a seat. Or not. Or the floor. Whatever you feel comfortable with," he reaches for a rag, to clean his hands off, but doesn't get up just yet. "Rogue, it doesn't surprise me. I think Jean was going to try finding him with Cerebro, though."

Antigravity has posed:
    "Cerebro -- that's the computer thingie that was used to track me down, wasn't it? Ah think Sam mentioned it." Rosie asks, and the girl pulls up one of those mechanics stools and takes a seat, looking between Hank and Rogue, and she rubs the back of her head.

    "Are y'all talkin' about more missin' mutant kids? With those Bob things you mentioned, Doc McCoy?" she asks in curiosity, and then backtracks "But ah -- if... if it's adult-only stuff,, it's ok. Y'all can keep talkin' about it, Ah won't say nuffin'." she states... and then she looks at the shower booth.

    "Y'know -- it *does* travel through time... at one-second-per-second. Like the rest of us." she gives a slight grin, her freckled face looking at the different mechanisms, trying to piece out what they might do.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes another drag off her cigarillo, blowing the smoke outside and flicking ashes that will blow away with the wind. "Well if Jean is usin' Cerebro, that's good. Should help us pinpoint where he is a lot better...and maybe we can find him this next time." She offers before glancing back to Rosie. "Nah, ain't nothin' really. X-Men stuff but, you didn't hear details you apparently don't already know a bit about..." Unless Rogue is getting her wires crossed cause she's helped with two types of missing and/or endangered mutant kids recently. Another drag, and she's putting out the cigarillo enough she can pop it into a pack in one of her few pockets. "That's what I need, Hank. A body suit with more pockets... it gets hard carryin' all my shit around. Anyway. You need me for anything yet?"

Beast has posed:
"True that! Very astute, Rosie. Different kid, but there does seem to be a lot of that going about, lately. I believe the kids we rescued from the Bobs are being rehabilitated at the moment. Some will go back to their parents, some might come here, too. Undecided yet," Hank reaches for a protractor and twirls the little knob on it until he shows a specific angle. "Rogue, could you please hold this thing up at this angle, so I can look down the doohicky-woozit. I think there's a tiny abnormality and I can't quite get to it other than the complicated way. I need a plumber snake with a tiny rasp on the end, I swear..."

Assuming that she obliges, he gestures also to some of the tool draws. "A couple of those have some leg-strap pouches in them if you need more carry spots. Around the thigh, slot things in, handy in a pinch."

And then as he works, voice a little muffled, he speaks to Rosie. "I wanted to ask you how your fine control is coming along, Rosie. Have you managed not to bend the hairs yet?"

Antigravity has posed:
    "Ah'll keep 'em in my prayers." Rosie comments quietly, "Hope they'll be ah'right, count myself lucky all Ah had ta deal with was my church." the girl replies with a small frown, ears turning a bit red before she leans over slightly.

    "What about a backpack? Ah mean, women's clothing already does no favors with the lack a' pockets, but I'd think if you fly, thigh pouches might tip open or somethin'." she comments thoughtfully before her nose wrinkles.

    "Nah. An' I need to get more blue raspberry syrup; someone ended up drinkin' it outta the beaker, hairs an' all."

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a BAMF of sound, a telltale sort of thing for those who are familiar with it. And there's the tendrils of purplish-black smoke that come along for the ride, lingering bits of atmosphere from how his teleportation works. There's also the aroma of burning brimstone to seep into the air. And there's the appearance of Kurt, some fifteen or so feet up on one of the walls, perching on the vertical edge of one of the beams there. His tail flicks lightly back and forth, the movement easy and calm. One of his ears flicks, and his glowing yellow gaze wanders those who are already here.

He wears a pair of black jeans, and a black t-shirt. And for the moment, he seems to simply watch. Perhaps to wait. It's hard to tell, with Kurt. His pointed ears flicker a bit, and he tilts his head to one side, listening. Though those ears perk up at mention of the church, curiosity rising up in him. "Make the pouches with zippers, perhaps?" he suggests, one of his eyebrows quirking up a touch.

Rogue has posed:
"I was more bein' a bit cheeky. It all depends on where I'm goin' and what I need ta bring with me." Rogue offers as she moves, shutting the door behind her, and heads over to the contraption Hank is working on. She does, indeed, hold the thingamajig at the right angle so Hank can maybe see the whatchamacallit that's mucking up his work.

"Those are some good ideas though..." She offers, and then catches first that scent in the air, and that bamf noise before hearing Kurt speak as well. "Hi, Kurt."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy goes in under the 'hood' so to speak, wheeling the trolly underneath the modified shower once again and vanishing up to his waist, both hands going in there too. There's a couple of creaks, a grunt and a soft 'C'mere, ya bugger, I can see you...' -- <<PFFFFOOOOTFF!>> -- "Well, that worked. Ptthuie. Clogged nozzle and a micro-flechette. Ok, you can set it down again now Rogue."

When Hank emerges again, he has dust all over his facial fur and sneezes a couple of times; those everything-freezes-until-it-a'splodes kinds. "Alright, anyone want to test it? Probably not. Helps if the volunteers know what it is you're working on, doesn't it?" He chuckles, sitting up enough to rest his elbows on his knees, reaching for a water bottle and a rag to wipe his face. Idly, he doffs a salute to Kurt, up in the rafters.

"That's a shame on the blue goo. I actually ought to ask you what I intended to ask you, oughtn't I? Yes. ROsie, how are your studies going? You coping well enough you think, that you can take on some extra curricular activities?"

Antigravity has posed:
    "Oh -- that makes sense Miss Rogue --" Rosie comments, and she hears a most odd Sound.

    And then she sniffs, and murmurs something about rotten eggs -- and then when she hears a voice -- up above -- she tilts her head back.

    And she freezes in place, her hazel eyes going wide as saucers as she grips against her jeans, and she takes a deep breath through her nose as Hank works under the shower.

    "Kurt -- Oh! YOU'RE Kurt!" she states stiffly, and then rubs the back of her neck a moment, her train of thought halted, and she tears her eyes from the unusual visage back to the other blue furry one, and she squeaks out a "Wh-what? Volun-- g-" she coughs a moment, thrown off the conversation by Kurt's appearance -- literally.

    "Extracurricular? What, you mean like theater? Chorus? Extra flyin' lessons?" she questions, looking between McCoy, Rogue, and then back to Kurt with curiosity -- and nervousness!

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a nod towards Rogue, and a smile to quirk at the corners of his lips. "Hey Rogue," he greets her easily. He lifts one of his hands to pull his fingers through his hair, watching them for the time being. Kurt raises an eyebrow slightly as Hank emerges looking like a dust bunny. Which does make him snicker. There's a nod then, to Hank, and a grin. "What kind of test does it need? I could always teleport out if it goes wonky," he offers, curious.

The fuzzy blue elf tilts his head a touch to one side, his gaze turning to the one present that he happens not to know. And he teleports again, a BAMF and a tendrils of smoke and the aroma of burning brimstone happening not only where he was but where he appears, standing on the floor. And he nods to her. "Ja, I'm Kurt," he says, stepping closer and offering a hand to her. "Kurt Wagner. I'm sorry, I did mean to cause such a surprise to you," he adds, a touch sheepishly. And his tail continues its steady but slow swishing, almost lazy like, back and forth behind him.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lets go of the thingamajig and then hops back as Hank comes out from under the shower, coughing and sneezing a bit. "You alright Hank?" Asking this even as he begins to speak a bit more to Rosie. This causes Rogue's attention to go to the other woman - especially as she sort of has a moment about Kurt.

Then Kurt is on the ground, and holding out a hand to Rosie in greeting. "I can promise, ya, Rosie, he ain't gonna hurt ya. Kurt wouldn't hurt a fly, really. Plus... he's my brother. So if he happens to try anything, he knows I won't let him live it down." She grins then before taking a breath and then looks back to Hank. "So, who's the best canidate to test out this shower thingie?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy swigs another mouthful of water, washing his teeth with it before swallowing, watching as Rosie ends up discombobulated by the Magnificence of Kurt. He chuckles softly, shaking his head a bit. "It's a micromister. I've modified it so that the misting is even finer than normal, is all. I've currently got it loaded with a gas cylinder and water, for test purposes. You'd get a very fine damp all over." He replies, then gives Rosie a few moments to gather herself and possibly to shake Kurt's hand.

"I'm fine. Sensitive nose is all. Damn good sneezes though, I feel quite refreshed!" he winks to Rogue, looking over the various heavy things in the garage, as if he's lost his train of thought.

"Well, I suppose you /could/ take up theatre, chorus or flying lessons, but that would be more a hobby and educational funtime. Not that what I'm thinking of wouldn't be fun, but definitely not that kind. I wanted to set you a kind of science project. A license to go out into the grounds and woods and the like and experiment with good cataloguing, to find out what your limits in gravity and mass are and if there's blind spots other than people. I have a mind to create a team you see, of non-smitey types. We have a lot of powerhouses, but I'm wanting to hone these..." he taps the side of his head for emphasis.

Antigravity has posed:
    "N-nah, nah, you're just..." Rosie stammers a moment, embarrassed, and she stands up.

    "Ah'm Rosemary McGowan, everyone calls me Rosie. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kurt. Ah've heard so many great things 'bout you!" she stammers again, and she reaches for Kurt's hand and... stops short. Her shoulders rise up.

    "... ah would shake but when Ah get nervous ah tend ta not have good control of my powers and I sent Mr. Sam inta a tree and Mr. Remy into a rock real hard-like..." her ears and cheeks turn red "... an' everyone says how nice you are." Rosie wrings her hands, and physically winces. "Ah don't wanna hurt no one that ain't deservin' it."

    She breathes out, and looks back to Hank, and looks at all the heavy items. "... well, Ah tested ferrus an' non-ferrous materials, and ah seem to top out about... eeh..." she considers a moment "Three-an-a-half-kilograms a' mass. Anythin' bigger than a Ford 250 gives me some troubles tryin' ta alter it, but Ah know I can affect metal, wood, pretty much anythin' solid or liquids-in-solid containers, like the beaker--" she pauses, and turns back to Kurt to explain "See, Ah affect yer mass if I touch ya, but it throws off the cillae in yer ears an' the liquid your brain sits in sometimes so it gives ya real bad vertigo an' can make you real sick."

    She continues to wring her hands nervously.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a look given to Rogue, and he ducks his chin a bit, his ears lowering a little. "I won't try anything that would be to cause any harm, and not just because you would try to hurt me back for it," Kurt comments, quirking a smile. She would have to catch him, first! His ears perk up after a moment, his attention turning to Hank. One of his eyebrows quirks up. "Damp isn't the worst thing. I don't mind being damp," Kurt offers, giving a nod after listening. "They sounded like the satisfying sort of sneezes," he agrees.

Then his glowing yellow gaze turns back to Rosie, and he tilts his head a bit to one side. "Unexpected?" he offers up, one of his eyebrows quirking up a bit. His appearance is a bit. He watches her, notices how close her hand gets, and he gives a nod to her explanation. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosie. And, well... you can shake my hand. If you send me somewhere weird, well... I can teleport, ja?" he offers with a grin. He glances towards Rogue and Hank, eyeing them briefly, and then his attention turns back to Rosie. He tilts his head a little to one side, and then he gives a small nod. "It's all right. You won't hurt me, ja? There is no need to be nervous, everything will be fine," he says softly, a gentle tone to his voice. "So... I lose a few pounds?" he asks, curiosity in his voice. "There are worse things that could happen," he says with a grin.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grins at Kurt and then shakes her head a little. As Rosie explains her powers and Kurt offers his positivity to them, she smiles. A glance back to Hank and she motions. "I'm gonna go grab a snack, maybe curl up with a book. If you need me, just have Kurt come get me." And that's it. She just walks away.

Beast has posed:
"Nothing quite like a good sneeze and roger that, Rogue." Hank lifts his hand to wave fare-thee-well to Rogue as she ambles off to be by herself. He finishes his water, before doing a spot of mental recalculation. "Hang on, are you talking a tiny tonka car Ford 250, or did something get lost in translation there?" he asks.

Antigravity has posed:
    Rosie looks at the rest of the group... and then she lets her shoulders down, andes a breath, and reaches out to tentatively shake Kurt's hand, very, VERY conciously trying to not alter his mass.

    "... sorry for the nerves... my church back home ain't mutant friendly. Ah asked The Lord to make me human an' instead He saw fit to get me up here, courtesy of Mr. Sam and Miss Ororo an' that fancy Cerebro thing." she gives a genuine smile, though it's all crooked, nose wrinkling slightly as she grins.

    "Ah got a lot ta unlearn. Thank you."

    She gives a smile and a wave of her other hand to Rogue, and then pauses, and then she turns to Hank, and purses her lips. "Nah, nah, a big ol' Ford. Y'know, like for haulin' trailers? Some of 'em get made inta lil' dump trucks?" she states quizically, her eyebrows rising up.

    "... did Ah mispeak THAT badly?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner gives a small nod to Rogue, and a smile. "Enjoy your book, Rogue. I'll come find you if you're needed, I promise," he says with a grin. Then he looks to Hank, tilting his head a bit to one side before giving a small nod. "That's a big difference, that's true," he muses. His glowing yellow gaze turns then back to Rosie, watching her.

As she takes his hand, his touch is gentle, his fingers softly closing around hers in order to give her hand a shake. "It's all right, Rosie. Everyone gets nervous," Kurt says softly, a smile coming to his features. He gives her hand a bit of a squeeze, and then after a moment, he slips his hand from hers. "Churches are much like people, ja? Some are more accepting than others. There is a church in a nearby town, here, and it is accepting of all kinds. I am there often," he says in a gentle tone. "I was born the way that I am. I was taken in, by the Father of a church, in Bavaria, at one time," he says softly, giving a small nod to her. "We all have things to learn, and things to unlearn. Things to think differently about," he adds. At her explanation, he raises an eyebrow slightly, then briefly glances to Hank before looking back to her. "Do you mean the ones with the duellie wheels at the back? The ones that pull horse trailers and the like?"

Beast has posed:
"Ah. I think there was a signicant number left out of your assessment. Three and a half kilos is not quite three and a half *thousand* kilos. That makes a lot more sense, when using the latter figure," Hank rises, putting away his tools and gadgets, now that he's finished his Shower-o-doom and simply is silent for a bit. This is a significant moment for Rosie and Kurt, after all. A meeting of ideologies.

Antigravity has posed:
    Rosie holds Kurt's hand a moment, looking at how it was shaped. Her eyes light up though, and she turns her hazel eyes up to his face and listens, watching his smile, and she smiles in return. "I haven't found a church up here yet, maybe I'll give that one a try." she states. "Ah was... born outta wedlock. An' my momma isn't from the same area. The Preacher talked about how mutants were the... uh... results of --" she trails off a moment, and then she rubs the back of her neck, her ears and cheeks tinting "... that all mutants are the children of demons and human women, which meant my dad wasn't my dad. So... complicates things in the community and --" she cuts off, clearing her throat a moment as she attempts to recover just some semblance of appropriate conversation topics, and she straightens, then glances at Kurt's tail in curiosity.

    "Yeah, I altered the mass of one once and then changed its personal level of gravity to match a La Grange point on a full moon and made it float about..." she wrinkles her nose, raises her hand, and waggles it a moment "... eight meters or so up?" she states, and then glances between the two furred men... and rubs the back of her head.

    "SO. Shower thing. Not time travelin'. GEntle mistin' shower action?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
"A fair difference of scope, that is," Kurt comments, looking towards Hank and giving a small nod to him. His attention turns readily to Rosie, though, listening as she speaks. He tilts his head a little bit to one side, and he gives a small nod. "If you wish, I can take you with me when I go to church," he offers. "The one in Bushwick is the one I go to often, but there are others that I visit, to pray at," he adds.

He tilts his head a touch to one side, and then he gives his head a small shake. "Some Preachers speak like that, but they should not. It is not the cause," he says, a smile touching his lips. "I never knew my father. I have heard countless times, from countless people, that I am the son of Satan, or a demon or some other such thing. Hearing it does not make it true. I am none of those things," he says. He notices the glance towards his tail, and he lightly swishes it forward and then between them, holding it still. "A closer look for you, meine dame," he offers, inclining his head towards her. "I was raised by people who were not my biological parents. Family can be complicated, sometimes... but what matters is being raised by people who love you, and in a good environment," he says, giving a small nod to her. "And now, I have my family here, and I will protect them always, with all that I am," he adds, a smile coming to his features. There's a glimpse, perhaps, of his pointed teeth, another different thing about his appearance.

"That's a significant height to hover something that heavy. Was it difficult to hold it up like that?" he asks, a touch of curiosity to his voice. "What made want to pick it up?"

Beast has posed:
"I suspect curiosity," Hank murmurs, "To see if she could. But..." he taps his wrist at his imaginary watch. "It is late, miss McGowan. I have kept you longer than I intended to. And yes, a microshower, not a time travelling booth, OR a teleportation device for that matter." He smiles. "Go on with you, or you'll be a wreck tomorrow."

Antigravity has posed:
    "Family... there's a long story. And Ah'm still workin' through some of it." Rosie replies quietly, taking a step back, Her smile fades, and she touches at her shoulder a little as they rise up, afforded a closer look at Kurt's tail with a smile, but politely does not touch, her fingers wringing a little bit, her expression turning neutral, and then her lips twitch into a frown -- people who love you, in a good environment.

    The smile that comes to her face then doesn't reach her eyes.

T"Ta see if Ah could do it. Figured if I could control it, maybe they..." she trails off, and then glances down and shakes her head.

    "You're right, Dr. McCoy. Thank you again for your time, Ah'll get more of the blue raspberry syrup an' see if I can't get some filiments rather than havin' ta pluck offa y'all." she states, and she gives a nod to Kurt. "G'night Mr. Wagner. Thank you again -- all y'all." she states, and turns to head back into the mansion -- although as soon as she's out of sight from the garage, her footsteps stop , and other than the tinkling of a chandelier that got a little too close, there's nary another sound from the girl.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a nod given to Hank at his soft words. "Curiosity is a good reason to do things," Kurt comments, a thoughtful tone to his voice. His glowing yellow gaze turns to Rosie, and he gives a small nod. "Family often is a long story. It is the way of things, sometimes," he says softly. He holds his tail still whilst she looks at it, not seeming to mind a bit, and he keeps it still even afterwards. He seems patient.

"We all have our own story, our own history," he says, giving a small nod. He bows smoothly to her, the movement graceful. "You're welcome, meine dame. Good night to you as well," he offers with a smile. He watches her head off, and his tail easily flicks back to swish behind him, a hint of curiosity in the movement of it. Then his gaze turns to Hank and he moves closer to where the microshower awaits. "I hope that I did not say something amiss to her," he says softly, looking it over. "What filaments was she meaning?" he asks.

Beast has posed:
"Oh, I caught her trying an experiment in the science lab with a jelly brain in a blue goo suspension. She as trying to not make the brain in the jar disrupt when gravitating everything else around. It got rather messy and I had to explain to her why the brain gets so badly effected by her talent -- our inner ear has fine hairs that move with gravity to tell us which way is up and colloidal suspensions such as cerebral spinal fluid are tricky when effected by such forces -- hence why people pass out on Rollercoasters. I gave her a few of my thicker bristles in suspension," Beast gestures to his sideburns "at the right angle to immitate the cillae of the inner ear. If she could move the liquid without moving the hairs, she wouldn't make people vomit."

Hank leans on one of those round stools that litter the mechanical bay, resting his hands in his lap. "Sometimes, I think we have it easy you know. And then I remember everything from knee-high to a grasshopper up and think we didn't. I was a mutant from birth, too. But for the longest time, I could pass for normal -- I still hid it as much as I could." He lifts his large hands, overly large, but then nowadays he's a square. "They were always big. Feet too. But that was it for a long time."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"That's a rather involved and interesting experiment for her to decide to do," Kurt says, giving a soft chuckle. He lifts one of his hands, lightly pulling his fingers through his hair. "At least now she understands why it happens, and so can work towards fine tuning her powers to see if she can do it without making people vomit. It will be interesting to see what comes of her experiments," he muses, his tone thoughtful.

He snags one of the stools and settles as well, his tail swishing behind him, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "Sometimes, we might have it easy. But there have been hard times as well. There was no way that I could hide what I am," Kurt says softly, lifting one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. He's quiet for a moment then, looking over the garage for a moment before his glowing yellow gaze returns to Hank. "The first time that I teleported was when someone was going to shoot me in the face," he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looks to Hank's hands when they're lifted, and then he gives a small nod. "When did the rest change for you, if you don't mind the question?" he asks softly.

Beast has posed:
"Oh, I don't mind in the slightest; there's a reason the originals tend to keep an eye on me, I have a habit of applying science to myself that I probably shouldn't." Hank replies this, sounding a little reticent, regardless of his affirmations. He shakes his head a little, reaches for a fresh bottle of water and cracks it with one mighty mitt. "I tried to cure myself. At the time, you see... I was having some issues that I've actually never told -anyone- about." And with a look at Nightcrawler, he continues. This will never go beyond the Confessional, he is rather sure of that.

"Understand, I do not mean to sound irrascible, or to be a whining sap, bemoaning woe-is-me but--" he pauses, licks his lip lightly and continues "--I've always been smart. Any precocious kid will end up in all kinds of directions, but my IQ tested in the genius spectrum from very young and I was in classes multiple years beyond my age. Being a ten year old taking college classes was hard, so... I played the clown, played the jock, to try and well... hide my brain. Now, I celebrate it, but nobody at ten has the most rational of responses. So, when I was outed in college I was still very young and it was extremely traumatic. And when I came here? Well, I had agility and physical talent, but that does not compare to the power of the sun through a gaze, or the level of telekinesis that can lift mountains. I didn't look like an Angel, nor could I do cool things with ice and be super cool. I had science and my brain, so I used it. I never should have."

INhaling again, he glances off at the wall. Shame? Embarassment? Maybe a little of both and a dose of regret, or resignation at the recollections. "So I attempted to use my genius to catalogue my genome and find a way to retrograde it. Instead, it catalyzed it and amplified the physical talent I had to extremes. I /still/ to this day, do not know why I ended up blue though. I understand the scientific reason for it, but what mutation on god's green earth, would have a survival trait that made me stand out against any background but the sky itself? Honestly. I should be brown, or black. Camouflage. But nope. I'm a blueberry."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"We all need to keep an eye on each other, sometimes. We all have our moments," Kurt says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tilts his head a little to one side, and he listens without judgement. "I think... I think we all go through phases where we just want to be like everyone else," he says in a soft tone. He pulls the stool a bit closer, so that they don't need to speak too loud and worry much about voices carrying beyond this space. Whatever is shared with him is in the strictest of confidence. He nearly went to school to become a Father, after all.

"A child is too young, at ten, to make more rational decisions and choices. It is not the fault of the child to try, though. We all try to be independent. And other children or young adults can be particularly cruel to those who end up different than them whether it be by appearance or by intelligence. It takes time to come to realize that we're just fine as we are," he says, his tone gentle. "We need... something... to believe in. Something to give our faith to. There are different things that end up the recipient. For you, it was science. For me, it was God," Kurt says, a smile touching his lips.

"If I had your intelligence, then I likely would have tried to change myself, as well. We receive so much negativity from others, sometimes, that it becomes hard to accept ourselves for who we are, for what we are. And blue hides well in shadows. Not all mutations are ones with logical reasons," he says in a gentle tone. "Why am I the way I am? I have never had the answers, and I doubt that I will ever find them. I'm a fuzzy blue elf with a tail and glowing yellow eyes and pointed teeth," he says, giving a soft chuckle.

Beast has posed:
"Well, I will note that I'm blue like the sky and you're blue like the night. You DO go well in shadow, mine does nothing to make that shadow any more helpful. Blueberry! Or at the outside, I'm a raspberry slushpuppie." But Hank is chuckling with it. "I'm just somewhat glad that the latest debarkle with the Bobs reverted me with the boost of the anti-cure virus and its subsequent cure... back to an earlier incarnation. I actually didn't like having a muzzle." Or other things of an animal nature, but we'll not go there. He slaps his knees, looking up at the ceiling as if guaging something, then looks over at the shower o' doom. "I think it's going to work. I hope it's going to work. I actually made this for your sister, to try and help her have occasional days of normalcy. It'll end up being a misting tank to coat her with a microfine layer of latex, so that she can go out and not worry about an incidental touch, but if it comes to it, she can rub her hands together vigorously and make someone go night-night."

Moonstar has posed:
And what does Dani walk in on, but yet another fatalistic twit dressed in blue fur? She pauses in the doorway and reaches up a hand to rub her forehead. "I swear. You two are going to be the /death/ of me," she says. "And that's going to be something, because I'm damn hard to kill now." Well. It might never have gone beyond the confessional, except that Dani just walked in and overheard all of it. She tilts her head ever so slightly. "Maybe you get that from parrots? Spix macaws are about the same shade of blue as you are. Works perfectly well for them. And Hyacinth macaws, though they're more Kurt's shade of blue than you are, Henry." Dani might be one of the few people in the school who never calls him Hank. Or very, very rarely does. "I think their shade of blue is so they don't stand out in the sky so much. Predator protection."

More than that, she doesn't say. She might have an idea or three of what it's like to be smarter than other kids. Though nobody knows this, even Hank, she may well be as smart as he is. "I did," she says. This time in response to Kurt's words, of wanting to be like everyone else. It probably didn't help that she's Cheyenne and nearly six feet tall. She stood out, suffice to say. Whatever it is Dani believes in, she doesn't say. "Hey. Raspberry slushpuppies are tasty," she points out.

As a shower o' doom is looked at, Dani's attention is drawn to it. "The hell is that thing?" She looks at it warily. And then it's explained, and she looks at it in a new light, and nods appreciatively. "That's a fantastic idea, Henry."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Mmm, well... ja, there is a bit of a difference in the shade of blue, but... still blue!" Kurt says with a grin. He lifts one of his hands, lightly pulling his fingers through his hair. "The raspberry slushpuppies are the best ones," he says, giving a small nod. "Small benefits, hmm? I was nearly shot with a Cure dart, once... avoided it, by not much, and ended up grazed by a bullet instead," he comments. He looks towards the shower, studying it as Hank explains the purpose of it. "I hope it does work. I had meant to speak with you about something for Rogue. To see if many a limited time version of the Cure could be created, so that she could touch people. The layer of latex is a good idea. Probably a much safer idea, too," he comments. "I hope that it helps her," he adds, his brow furrowing a bit. He worries about her, sometimes.

As Dani comes in, Kurt's ears perk and then dip a bit, and he turns on the stool to give her a sheepish sort of like. "I have not been getting in any trouble, Dani. I promise! And I have not been being fatalistic, either," he says, ducking his chin slightly. Which is the truth! He really hasn't been in trouble since the last time. "I'm not so sure that my colour comes from a parrot, though," he comments, giving a soft chuckle. "It's an interesting idea, though. Other than birds, there aren't that many things that are blue," he muses.

Beast has posed:
At Dani's .... well, it's not so much an intrusion as an appearance, but she inserts her observations -so- well! Ahem. ANyway... he gives her a squint-eyed look, one eye much larger than the other and then looks at both his arms, holding them out from his sides. Left, right, left, right, then up as he brings his hands closer to himself and flexes his claws out of their sheaths. "Clearly, I am supposed to be bounding wild and free, from treetop to treetop, using the sky as a background to camouflage myself as I attack in the canopy. Only actually any good when I'm not in the shade, but I shall have the element of surprise when I drop from above!" He laughs, because the image in the mind's eye is quite one to giggle over and shakes his head a bit. "Being a predator by dint of design, I can only suppose that occasionally, mutations make no sense at all. Oh! Oh! Maybe some of me is related to the blue-ringed octopus? I should hunt for invisible venom glands."

But the amusement aside, he looks over at the booth, thoughtfully. "It's going to be dicey testing it, you know. Because the only way I can actually make certain of the suspension of latex is to let her try it on and touch. We timed it - we have about half a second before it goes wibbly in the brainpan."

Moonstar has posed:
"Better a bullet than a cure dart," says Dani. "Especially as you were mid teleport at the time. If you'd wound up cured and in mid teleport, I'm not sure any of us could have gotten to you to bring you home." She nods her agreement about helping Rogue. She hopes it works, too. She raises a brow at Kurt, and fixes him with a narrow-eyed stare after. "Only guilty people say shite like that," she points out.

But she knows he's being sincere, so she smiles a moment later to show she's just teasing. "I know you've been behaving. If you hadn't, I'm sure I'd have heard it from /someone/." Her lips quirk up just a little further. "Hmm. There are.. birds, and fish, and plants. And supersticious stuff, of course." Angels and demons come to mind, but those are the wrong colors!

Dani really does insert her observations quite well. She raises her brows at that squint-eyed look. "Don't look at me like that Henry. You know I'm right." She does grin widely at that image. It really is quite amusing. "Entirely possible, Henry, but don't you dare use your sciency skills to insert invidible venom glands in yourself. Dear Spirits, if Jean finds out that I gave you the idea, she'll skin me alive."

She glances to the booth again, expression thoughtful as she lifts a hand and taps one finger against her upper lip. "Hmmm. What if we find someone for who'm touch makes their ability stronger to test that aspect on? That way, she doesn't accidentally use her power and feel worse for potentially harming someone else. We just need someone who's power is stronger with touch. If their power doesn't get stronger, then it's working."

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a slight tilt of his head as he watches Henry checking out his arms and such, and one of his eyebrows quirks up a touch. "Well... I suppose if you really wanted, you could dye the fur. I can't recommend bleaching it, though," Kurt comments, a hint of amusement coming to his voice. And he can't help but to giggle at the mental image that Henry paints out, though. It is pretty amusing!

"That would be so neat! Invisible venom glands. You could coat your claws with it before getting into a fight. Just remember not to scratch any itches, though," Kurt says, snickering a little bit. Then his ears perk up a bit, and he gives a nod. "You can use me for testing it. I'll help."

He looks to Dani, and then he gives a nod. "Ja, better a bullet than a cure dart. It would have been very bad. Bad timing, at the time," he says, giving a small nod to her. "I don't know if anyone else can go to the Brimstone Dimension. It would be bad to be stuck there, all things considered," he adds, his brow furrowing a bit. Then he blinks and eyes her with innocence, his ears perked and his eyes a touch wide. "But I haven't been in any trouble! I'd tell you if I had been," he says. Because Dani finding out through other means would be worse for his hide! Then he grins at her before nodding. "You likely would have heard, and we'd have had more sessions in the salle again," he adds.

Kurt tilts his head a bit to one side at Dani's suggestion, and then he considers it for a bit. "That's an interesting idea, although... I'm not sure who would apply to that," he says, thinking.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy folds his arms over his chest, lifting the one hand to rest his lips on a ball of knuckles, frowning at the shower cabinet. "You know, I actually don't know if any of our current crop, or established x-men have a gift amplified by physical contact. I'm trying to think but I'm drawing a blank. Suggestions?" He asks this, pushes off his bench lean and heads to the cabinet, to plug it in and press a button.

It makes a noise, like it's gearing up like a giant percolator for coffee, then PFFFFFFFTSSSTS a little misty cloud into the inside. "I think you might have to pirrhouette in there, to get a proper coating. What do you two think?"

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Hank, you out here? Someone said you were." It's Sandy's soft voice as the stocky night nurse makes her way into the garage from a side door. Today she is wearing a flattering sundress that hits at her knees and a pair of jeans under, as well as a new pair of dark black sandals. Her shoulder length hair has been styled enough to give it some bounce.

"Decided to take the night off since they said it was slow and we had a few extra interns on duty." As she spies the trio, she slows to a stop, lifting up a smile and a hand to wave towards them in salutations.

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar can't help a laugh at the image that comment draws up. "If he bleached his fur, he'd probably wind up cotton candy pink or something." She laughs again. Then, eyes still sparkling, "Well, probably more of a pale sky blue, but still. Cotton candy pink was a funny thought."

Kurt, however, gets a glower at his comment. "No, Kurt. No. No invisible venom glands. Spirits. Jean is gonna skin me alive." She rubs her forehead.

"I would offer myself for testing, but my powers all work the same whether I'm touching someone or not." She eyes Kurt at his, once again, professed innocence. She believes him. Really. Not.

Dani looks from Kurt to Hank and back to Kurt. "Kurt would be good. I would think that if he's coated, and touches someone to teleport, he'll go, but they won't. With that premise, I'll volunteer to be the teleportee. It's draining, going with him."

The shower starting up is watched, and she nods thoughtfully. "Pirrhouette at the very least. Maybe even a backflip. Or a forward flip." Dani's lips quirk up and her eyes sparkle.

The approach of another has Dani looking that way. She lifts a hand and waves. "Over here," she calls to Sandy.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a slight tilt of his head as Kurt turns his gaze towards the shower cabinet as well. "And here I was thinking that it was just me that was drawing a blank on the possibilities," he muses, his brow furrowing a little bit. "I fear that I am without suggestions, though perhaps Jean or Scott may have someone to offer up as a... ah... victim, so to speak," he comments, quirking a bit of a grin. His ears tilt, one up and one down, then in the opposite direction as he watches the spray, and he gives a small nod. "That would work, ja. Like a ballerina," he says, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips.

One of his ears flicks back as Sandy's voice comes from beyond, and Kurt turns where he sits on the stool a moment later, giving a small nod to her at her entrance before he lifts a hand to offer a wave as well. "Good day, meine dame," he offers with a smile.

Then he looks to Dani, and he quirks a bit of a grin. "I have never tried dying my fur, and I think... I think that notion of ending up cotton candy pink might have me forever cured of wanting to perhaps give it a go," he comments, his glowing eyes bright. Then he snickers. "I don't want invisible venom glands, I promise. I am enough as I am." And then he blinks at her, and eyes her, and studies her a moment before giving a soft hrmph. "I have been behaving. You should believe me, you would have heard otherwise. You would know if I were trying to fib."

He tilts his head a bit at Dani's agreement for him to be guinea pig number one, and he considers that. "Mmm, well... skin to skin contact isn't needed for me to take someone along into the Brimstone Dimension. I have carried things... on my back, or by just holding them," he says, his brow furrowing a little bit.

Beast has posed:
"Well, that's true Dani. It should be applicable with Kurt's gift," Beast grins at Nightcrawler. "Sssssssssh. Don't say things like that, Kurt, you'll ruin our hopes and dreams...Taking one for the teaaaaaaaam, mein Freund! Latex covered nightcrawler is going to be a thing to behold, when the time comes... but we do have to make sure it works for her. Luckily, it'll roll off with some hand grooming work, but oh boy!"

The call from Sandy has him glancing up and stepping away from the cubicle o' doom, moving over to give her a very warm hug and a kiss. "Nutty! Have you met Dani and Kurt? I can't remember if you have or not." He gestures at the recent past with a wave over his shoulder, escorting her closer to the others. "You'll have to save me from practical joke notions, of dying my fur or bleaching it. You missed part of that conversation -- we were making observation about how despite everything else making sense, occasionally mutations just lose a smattering of logic. There's no real reason why I'm a blueberry, but I am. Not like it's good camouflage or anything like, other than..." he glances at Dani with a grin "...as noted borrowing from a Spix macaw as being high canopy camuoflage. So I am apparently, according to my mutation, designed to leap majestically from tree top to tree top, briefly invisible to my victims in the canopy as I turn drop-bear on them."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Returning the hug and the kiss, Sandy practically beams as her forehead leans forward to bump against his. Sliding her hand into his, she gives him a squeeze as she turns to Kurt and Dani. "I have not met them, but I know I've heard about them both plenty of times. Hello! It's nice to finally meet you two. I'm Sandy."

As she tilts her to Hank as he talks about the current project, she lifts her brows upwards some and just smiles politely. She walked in the middle of it. The talk of Hank leaping around majestically gives her a giggle.

"I guess I walked in on something and don't know the full context just yet. I hope the evening is treating everyone well."

Moonstar has posed:
For suggestions, Dani has nothing to offer besides what has already been offered about Kurt's teleportation. Her abilities work whether there's touch or not. "How are you, Sandy?" she asks, eyes flicking toward the woman in the sundress. For herself, she's in jeans and a teeshirt with a pegasus in flight on it. And black work boots.

Dani's eyes go back to Kurt and she smirks. "You'd probably wind up pale lavendar." Now there's an image to consider. "Maybe we could bleach you then dye you cotton candy pink?" Her lips quirk up further, amused at the very notion. "Though, I think neon pink would look better on ya, Kurt."

Dani nods firmly. "Yeah. And no invisible venom glands for Henry either," she says, equally firmly. There's another nod and a grin. "Of course I would know if you were fibbing, but it's fun making you squirm." She winks at him.

"Hmm... That's true. But they were, technically, still touching you. Perhaps through your clothing, but still touching you. Clothing has holes. Maybe this stuff will prevent that. Only one way to find out, right?" She grins at Hank and nods. "We should video this," she says, amusement laced through her tone. "Strictly for the archives." She pauses and laughs aloud. "And maybe a single leaked copy for Tandy." She laughs again.

"Don't worry. I'll help Kurt peel it off once you have it working right." She might be looking forward to this a little too much. Maybe it's still punishment for when he'd scared her.

Dani is still standing where she was, but she turns to look to Sandy and shakes her head. "We haven't met, but I've heard about her, of course." And likely seen pictures at the very least, as someone allowed at the mansion. She looks back to Henry and grins. "The thought of you leaping tree to tree, caterwalling at the top of your lungs amuses me."

Dani has a warm smile for Sandy. "It's nice to meet you too, Sandy. I'm Dani. Mostly we were just talking about mutations and where strange things like blue fur comes from. We're treating each other well. Mostly, we're talking about Kurt being an experimental guinea pig."

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a grin that shows off his pointed teeth as he looks to Henry, and he winks one of his glowing yellow eyes. "The only thing that would ruin your hopes and dreams is if I said I wouldn't go in there," he comments, lifting a hand to gesture towards the shower. "And I did say that I would. It'll at least let you check the coverage. If my tail stays out of the way," he comments, snickering. "I might even be able to be persuaded to take my shirt off for the test, too," he adds.

"Well... mutations are kind of like a row of switches, nein? Something goes along and flips a bunch of them, shrugs, and is like: let's see what happens! And there you go, you're blue!" he says, his tail flicking with a bit of amusement, a touch of a quicker metronomic motion to it.

His glowing gaze turns to Sandy, and he gives a nod to her, a smile coming to his features. "It is a pelasure to meet you, Sandy," he offers in greeting, bowing where he sits upon the stool, the motion nigh as graceful as if he had been standing. "If you have heard bad things, then I will deny all of them," he comments, winking. "It is a good evening, so far, ja. How is yours?" he asks, his tail swishing lightly behind him.

Then he turns his gaze to Dani, and he eyes her. "Nein, no neon pink. Lavender, maybe. Though it may interfere with being able to blend into the shadows until it either wore off, washed off, or grew out," he comments. "Ja, well... I think you are just looking for a reason to drag me into the salle for more practice," he adds, winking at her good-naturedly. He likes practicing with her, after all. And it's never really 'dragging' him there.

He tilts his head a little bit to one side as he studies her a moment more, and then he gives a nod. "Perhaps this is the case. Although if you do end up teleported, then you could not blame me for it, ja?" he says with a grin, clearly amused. "We will find out, ja," he adds. Then he eyes her a moment longer. "Why do I have a feeling that you intend to enjoy peeling it off of me, hmm? And liking the idea of me being a guinea pig, too," he muses, grinning again.

Beast has posed:
As introductions are made and certain explanations are given, Beast offers a nod. "Yes, for the most part a reasonably pleasant evening, except for some frustrations with a nozzle earlier on," he gestures then at the shower-booth thing that's in here. "It's a modified tanning booth mister. I've made the misting finer and am adapting it for a fine latex spray, in an attempt to see if we can't give one of the residents a safe night out every so often." He explains, looking it over. "But as it's vitally important that she gets properly covered, we need to make sure that a) it works to give a micro-coating and b) actually blocks touch based powers. It's a challenge."

He gestures gently with an outstretched palm to the two other x-men here. "And these two are always playful with one another, just so as you know. You're right though, Kurt, it's mostly activation of genes post mutation and most of those genes are on one particular section of the chromosome, actually. We've a long history of being all sorts of things before we got to human in there, but there are a few corkers of abilities that do make the mind wonder at their evolutionary origin. Or lack thereof. Some of it I'm rather sure has very little to do with -actual- biology."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Nodding her head, Sandy smiles at the pair of Dani and Kurt, grinning. "I see. Mutations. Always a fun subject. I have studied Hank's works when I was in college at the time and it was rather fascinating." She gives a few sways of her arms, one hand still slid into Hank's as she gives it a squeeze. "Though the idea of you guys painting each other is silly and I hope that when and if you do, I get to see pictures. I'm a fan of hot pink and neon blue, personally, my blueberry muffin."

Once she lets go of his hand, she gives a grin. "Have you told them that I'm a mutant or is that still a secret around here?" She asks curiously. "I have super strength and limited invulnerability. I can't get stabbed or shot and I can lift cars up over my head. It's not exciting, but I do have to be careful with them. As an ER nurse, I can't risk anyone finding out. I'd be fired in a heartbeat."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar snickers. "Shirt off would probably be best. I dunno. Is Rogue gonna wear this stuff over her clothing, or just over her skin?" She looks to Henry for the answer to that question. She nods to Kurt's assessment. "Yeah. More or less. Except some of the switches, maybe have three or four things they can do, at random, based on your genetic code." She shrugs. She sounds like she actually knows at least a little bit of what she's talking about.

She glances between Kurt and Sandy. "You wanna watch this one. He's a sweet talker." She grins wickedly at Kurt. "And he'll deny those bad things, but they're undoubtedly true." She laughs. She pouts, but only a little and it's not a real pout. "Aww, but neon pink would look good on you. Maybe we should dye Brightwind's feathers." From the stables door off one side of the garage, there's an indignant neigh. Danny laughs. "He agrees with you, Kurt. No pink."

Dani's grin grows. "Of course I'm looking for a reason to drag you into the salle. You can keep up with me, for the most part." If she's careful, at any rate. "'course, I know I can just ask you too." She chuckles. "Of course I won't blame you for being teleported. I volunteered, didn't I?" She looks innocently at him. "Because I am? Going to enjoy both?" Now, here's hoping peeling off the stuff doesn't take his fur with it. He'll be naked blue elf. She grins at Henry's assessment and nods her agreement. "Yup. We're always this playful with each other. Except when he decides to be a fatalistic little twit. Then I chase him around the salle brandishing a sword at him."

Sandy's confession brings Dani's eyes to her. "That's cool. Do you spar? It's hard to find people to spar with that I can use my full abilities. Also strength, and limited invulnerability. Enhanced reflexes and speed and such. Came with Brightwind. More or less."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It'll be amazing for her," Kurt says, giving a nod to Henry, his yellow eyes bright. "She'll be able to have some sense of greater normalcy that the rest of us take for granted. She is so diligently careful," he comments, then gives his head a small shake. He's no scientist, and so there's been little that he could do to help her other than to just... be there for her. Be support.

Then Kurt grins, his tail flicking lightly behind him as he nods. "Mmhmm, Dani and I have been friends for a good while. We tease each other," he agrees. He tilts his head a bit to one side, and then he gives a nod. "I think I'm good with not having mine be untangled and sussed out in full. I know what I can do, and I'm okay with that," he says, giving a nod. He doesn't generally aspire to be more than what he is.

As Kurt listens, his ears perk a little bit, and he seems a bit intrigued but not fussed by finding out the information. "That's an interesting and good combination. I hadn't heard before. It is unfortunate that there is such a stigma around those who are like us. People see the bad instead of the good, instead of the useful. Think of the things that you could do, the good that could come of it," he says, then gives his head a small shake. The world can be an unkind place sometimes, and he's seen it firsthand.

"Probably on her skin, at a guess," he comments, lifting a shoulder in a bit of a shrug as his attention turns to Dani. "Hey! I'm not a sweet talker. Not all of the bad things are my fault. Well... mostly. Sort of. Maybe," he says, quirking a bit of a grin and looking to Dani through his lashes. "No pink! For either Brightwind or me," he says, sticking out his tongue at her. He is, occassionally, an imp. But he's got the looks for it so he might as well pull it off! Then he grins at her again. "Ja, you can just ask, anytime. I'm always willing to, the practice is good for me," he says. Then he wrinkles his nose and grumbles under his breath in good-natured fashion. "Of course you'll enjoy both." Then he looks to Henry. "It better not take my fur off!" He doesn't necessarily want to be a naked blue elf! He likes his fur. And his gaze goes back to Dani, a touch wide-eyed. "Hey! I haven't been fatalistic in at least a month! Maybe longer. Maybe. I think," he says, taking a moment to consider it. When was the man-ghost thing in the church again?

Beast has posed:
"On her skin, yes," Hank confirms, giving Sandy's hand one last squeeze before that contact is dropped. He still puts his arm around her shoulders though, so she can lean in against the be-overalled fluff. "And I can only imagine a couple of scenarios where it will take fur off and most would be getting the consistency of the latex horribly, terribly wrong. Unlikely to happen. They make hollywood make-up effects using it and it doesn't depilliate people when they remove them, so... I am hopeful."

The question posed to Sandy though, that does make him look down at her, then at Dani and back a couple of times. "You know, if you wanted you probably -could- take a couple of x-men trained self-defense and practice classes, to hone your skills just a little if you felt like it. It doesn't often come up in the ER though, that you need to be able to well... throw down."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Do I spar? Girl, does it look like I do more than put my clothes on in the morning? I work fourteen hour shifts covered in blood and dealing with people screaming in pain every night. My exercise is walking to the bus stop, and then running around between patients trying to keep them alive. I will say though that I've been shot twice and I had to actually leap on a grenade once when someone broke into the ER to try and murder one of my patients. The story I had to tell to get out of that was terrible. I'm not good at lying, but I can definitely act like I'm in shock ... because I was. I was pretty sure I was gonna find my limit that day, but not as scratch on me."

Sandy smooths her clothes down a bit, picking at the fabric with a small smile on her face. "I also got kidnapped by Doctor Octopus once who held me hostage. I punched him in the face and he did not enjoy that. Hank, my heroic blueberry saved me that day and gave him a what-for. But I try my very best to not get involved in .. uh ... action. No spandex for me, thank you."

"But I guess if you guys wanted practice punching me and breaking your fists on my jaw, I'd be okay with that. I got shot in the back once and it tickled. So, I think I can take a good beating. I just like my simple life. I have my job, I have my bus, I have the most handsome and loving man a girl could ask for." She says with a smile to Hank. "I'm pretty boring. Boring Sandy."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar looks between the two blue men, but settles on Herny. "Does she have any idea you're doing this for her, Henry?" Cause if not, it'll be a great surprise. And it'll still be a great surprise to the woman, if it works. She reaches out and pats Kurt on the shoulder. She knows. Just how unkind a place the world can be. It can be horribly cruel. She nods agreement, about the goop going on the skin. It would make sense, afterall. Wouldn't likely be overly comfortable wearing clothing covered in the stuff.

She blinks and looks up at Kurt, then snorts out her nose. "Uh huh. Not a sweet talker." The bad things? She makes no comment on at all.

She grins then. "Maybe rainbow for both of you," she says with a wicked grin that says Kurt better watch out where he falls asleep. Man-ghost thing was a month, month and a half ago, or so.

She nods to Henry. "Not removing fur would probably be the better option," she agrees. Though it's still an amusing thought bubble. She looks from him to Sandy and nods. "Couldn't hurt. Never know when a wacko is going to come through with a bomb or something," she notes. She looks Sandy up and down, and up again, and then shrugs. "Yeees? You're adorable. And a lot of people spar or work out. Never know unless I ask." Dani shakes her head. "The spandex is comfortable," she points out. Another shake of her head. "You don't really seem all that boring to me. Sounds like you live almost as interesting a life as we do."

Deadpool has posed:
He can be heard before he is seen as there is a 'Clank-Clank' as the community car, or well mini-van pulls up to the front of the Garage, and the door if not open would start opening now. The car is covered with spray-paint, bullet holes, some black goo, and has seen better days though the person driving it looks happy. Deadpool is driving the car in full outfit head to toe though it looks like he has already removed all the weapons from their spots to put in a large bag.

Jean didn't like it when he had weapons at the school so he took them off to put them away when he got back, but is surprised to see others in the Garage.. He rolls down the window and pops his head out.. "Hey! What the heck people is this some motorist convention." he looks around at all of them in order with a grin, as he pulls it into an open spot and stops.

If no-one stops him he will toss the bag down, and go to the back to pull out a chain-saw that looks to be covered in that black goo, and broken as well as if it had been smashed against something repeatly. Though he stops to take a deep breath, "Ahhh... good to be back.. People are crazy out there!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It makes sense for it to be directly on her skin," Kurt says, giving a small nod. "It's where the contact comes from, and what causes the... ah... issues, if you will," he comments. Right. Issues. That's what he's going with, yup! Then he tilts his head a bit to one side before giving a small nod. "Okay, that's good. I like my fur where it is, so... I'd kind of like to keep it there," he says with a grin, pointed teeth showing again and his tail giving a quicker flick behind him. "Let us hope that your hopeful is having the appropriate results," he adds with a nod.

"It wouldn't be a bad idea. I mean... what if there are violent people that come into the ER? It could happen, and I would not wish to see anyone hurt because of not knowing how to defend themselves," Kurt says, a thoughtful tone to his voice. This from the one who tries not to hurt people, even the bad guys, unless he has no other choice!

Then he blinks at Sandy at her rundown of a typical day, and he wrinkles his nose slightly. That... that doesn't sound like fun. At all. "So... chocolate and baked goods are both very good things, I would guess. I will make some next time I take over the kitchen," he says with a nod and a smile. Keep the healers happy and then he's got a lot of options for getting stitches the next time he needs them! It's a good and sound logic! "That's... significantly impressive. Though the spandex, well... it isn't for everyone," he says, giving a nod. "That doesn't sound boring at all," Kurt says, a smile coming to his features. Sometimes? Simple is good! And the simple things can be very rewarding, too.

Then he looks to Dani, and he grins. "Well... how about this... I don't try to be a sweet talker?" he offers, his eyes bright. He really doesn't! It just happens. Then he blinks at her. "Rainbow...? Nein! Now I'm going to be sleeping with one eye open just to make sure you don't try to sneak in my room to paint me while I'm sleeping!" he says, humour in his voice.

Then there's the clanking of the van approaching, and Kurt blinks. And blinks again. "That... has the look of someone that's going to be hearing a few not good things," he comments, one of his eyebrows quirking up a bit.

Beast has posed:
"SHe's aware I'm working on this, yes," Beast replies to Dani, looking over the cubicle o' doom with a quickly judicious eye. "She actually asked me if I could help her. Rogue doesn't... ask often. So. How couldI honestly say no? So, I'll let you know when I've got a working liquid viscosity for the latex cannister so we can test this with fur applications and /no/ hairdye in the mix. If I find hairdye got in, I'll know who to blame." Eyeballing Dani here, he continues "I've even been working on a gadget that delivers a wet slap when fired, but that's more of a gag piece. It's all in the concertina firing and the 'wet-fish-at-the-end' kind of motion for a slap. I've managed to get it to do a little lazer light doohicky that writes 'smack' in the air in red hyper-fired dots. AIming the smack is not going well. I can smack one out of three times at the moment, so that's not terribly good for precision." He holds up a finger. "Sec....I've got it in here somewhere..."

He hunts through a few draws, then gives an 'Aha!' when he finds it in the last place he looks for it, because: reasons. The gadget rather looks like it belongs in the Riddler's repetoire, or out of some offbeat episode of the Animaniacs. Big tacky, cold 'hand' made of rubberized something or other, which wobbles if you shake it, on the end of a concertina under tension. He proffers the 'gun' end of it to whoever wants to try firing it, arching eyebrows up when Wade enters the fray. "I swear, you must have like... a radar on you somewhere that homes in on things you probably shouldn't know about just yet." He gestures at the gun. "You asked. I delivered." He stares at the chainsaw, shakes his head, closes his eyes. "Not going to ask..."

THen, this piece said Hank chuckles at the memory of the Doc-Oc slap fest, then returns to the shapely nurse and gives a kiss to the top of Sandy's head. "Honestly, when you work night shift in an ER in a bad area, that's all the heroics anyone needs, generally speaking. I'm with you on the spandex. That stuff only ever looks good if you're built like an athletic goddess, or an adonis. If you aren't, you end up rather selfconscious of all the contours as there's /zero/ left to the imagination at the end of the day."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I suppose for me, it's an every day thing at work. The only bits of excitement I have is far and few between. I did a stint in Gotham once for a week on loan and I will never do that again." Sandy says as she smiles at the kiss to the top of her head. She gives Hank another squeeze of the hand before letting him go.

As she continues to listen to the banter between the three, she gives a polite smile here and there, nodding her head as she follows along, then rubs a hand along her face for a moment.

"Muffin, I think I may head inside and get a coffee. Would you all like one as well? I can bring out some sweets too if anyone is feeling hungry. Usually I would be at work around this time and running about, so, I could use a bit of a pick me up."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar glances to the garage door as it starts to open. She blinks at the poor abused minivan. "What... the.. hell..?" She looks to Kurt, then back to the figure in the van. And the black bag that's tossed out. And chainsaw. With black goo. "What...?" Didn't she already say that? Clearly, Dani's mind has drawn a blank!

She nods absently to Kurt, her eyes still on the catasrophe waiting to happen. "Yeah. You're right, Kurt. Fur good." She finally pulls her eyes away and to the blue furred elf. "Yeah. That's true. You don't /try/. Until you do. And then it's /on/." She grins at him. "Yes. Rainbow. Tee." She bounces up on the balls of her feet. She nods. "You might be right. And I don't want to be here when those not good things are said."

Henry gets a nod. "You couldn't say no. Rogue /never/ asks for anything." Dani raises both eyebrows innocently. "Now, would /I/ sneak hairdye into the mix?" She pauses, and laughs. "Yes. Yes I would. But I won't. Because this is important and anything extra added might change the formula enough to cause serious issues." She raises a brow at the smacker. "I could use that." She turns to eyeball Kurt, and that tells everyone who specifically she'd be using it /on/.

The slapper? Is taken in a jiffy. And she turns it toward Kurt and fires it! She giggles, tosses it back to Henry, and turns to run off toward the stables. Maybe to hide behind Brightwind before Kurt can catch her! "Later Sandy!" And then she's off, and through the stables door.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool looks around a bit giving a small wave as he heads to look for stuff he needs after putting the broken chain-saw next to the rest of his weapons, paint remover, new paint, bondo, and a strong magnet to pop out any dents. He has done this before though he knew little about cars he could at least fix the outside. As he searches, he says back to Kurt, "It just needs a little work, never park in Gotham... Those people are animals." and laughs a bit. He stops looking at Kurt. well not Kurt, but at the tail as it moves. "I..." he seems focused on it, but shakes his head, "I was just helping..." distracted look.. "some kids out it isn't.... anything bad.. . Oh sorry young adults.. they hate to be called kids." he didn't remember Kurt like he didn't remember much of anything though he is easly distracted, and that tail had him as if it were a laser light to a cat.

He steps a bit closer to Kurt, and waves a hand, "No... no sweets for me.." flick.. flick... he takes a step forward looking away now he shuffles steps that way. "Darn kids hid all my coffee..." step.. "They may deny it, but I know it was them!." and laughs to himself with a small glance towards his goal.

Deadpool is getting closer Kurt, but he had some room to cover not to mention if he backs away. Though he tries to cover the distance he ponders.. "Besides if there was nothing to fix I figure Big Blue here would get bored... Though it looks like he is still inventing." and laughs a bit to himself.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"That's how she is. She doesn't ask for much. And saying no when she does, well... not going to happen, for me, at least," Kurt says softly, his brow furrowing a little bit. His glowing yellow gaze turns towards the shower cubicle thing, studying it for a long moment. He hopes, for Rogue, that it will turn out to be a thing that works. Then he looks to Henry and gives a nod to him. "Ja, please, let me know when it is ready for testing and I will come right away for it," he says, a smile easily coming to his features. Then he snickers, his eyes glowing brighter for a moment. "That sounds like a very useful gadget. Don't give Dani one, she'll use it to slap me all the time, though!" he says with a grin, his pointed teeth showing.

"I wasn't going to ask either... about the chainsaw," Kurt admits, in a pseudo stage whisper to Henry, giving a nod afterwards. "And the spandex is a bit... clingy. Sometimes. Never wash it in hot water," he says, giving a snicker afterwards. It shrinks that way.

Kurt's attention slides back over to Dani, watching her, and he gives a little shrug of his shoulders that when combined with his hands out to either side conveys that universal meaning of 'I haven't the foggiest either!'. Because he doesn't. Black goo? Totally not asking! "Well... it just... kind of, sort of, happens?" he offers, tilting his head a bit to one side. And somehow, he misses seeing that she grabs the slapper all jiffy quick as she does, and he blinks at her post-smackage. "Dani! That's cheating!" he exclaims. And then? Well, then the race is on, so to speak, as Kurt hops up from where he'd been sitting on the school, tosses a hasty wave to the others, and races towards the stables with the intent of getting Dani back!

Beast has posed:
"I'll pop in for a coffee in a it, but I would never say no to a sandwich," Beast calls after Sandy, watching the antics with Dani a moment, but he has become distracted. Not by the bag of goopy black broken chainsaw but by the sheer horror that is that poor van. He is staring. Suddenly, there is movement, hands up and a murmured "oh, no, no, no, no...." he hastens over, shoving his glasses on and up his nose to get a proper assessment of how much is panel work and how much that poor engine has been traumatized. He sets the slappy gun on a surface, ignored for the time being and crouches down beside the van. "It's ok..." he puts his hand on the door. "You're in good hands. You're home..."

Deadpool gets a stare now, "Gotham? Frag on a frisbee, Wade... you have to park things in secure areas in Gotham!" there's muttered cusses and he opens the door, grabbing a tool to uncrack the panelling from the actual door, peering inside. He rolls up his sleeves "Hold my beer. This is going to be surgery, I think."

So Kurt dodged the Wade bullet there, with the escape of the duo. Hank is going to be at this for a while. Poor thing.