13192/The Cake is a Lie

The Cake is a Lie
Date of Scene:	04 May 2021
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Idle banter about fake food and uniforms.
Cast of Characters:	Red, Nightingale

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Red has posed:
Not everything in the kitchen is edible. Plates obviously aren't. But today, not only them, but also the food on them isn't entirely digestive. Or at least on half of them. Because half of the food arranged on the coutners is an elaborate fake, set up to just look like the real on the other plates, and Alice is going full ham on working on a bowl of fake Ramen. Even so much as starting to work on having it pour from the bow, ever so carefully shaping the half pound of various plastics, layer by layer.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's ambling on into the kitchen for a late afternoon snack, humming bits of an unfamiliar melody and jotting down notes in what appears to be a notebook full of music paper that's been well-loved over its time in her care. She's in some plain black sweatpants, a black tank top with yellow edging, and her floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers. As she slips through the doorway, she looks up at just the right moment, watching Alice work. One eybrow lofts, then the other, and she lets out a low whistle. "Okay, now that's some next-level shit."

Red has posed:
Alice looks up at the sudden comment from the side, chuckling a moment as she puts a pair of chopsticks away she used to hold up the real noodles so she could work on the food model. "Next level? You know they mass produce food models in japan, and they all make them by hand. Or most. Airbrush and then casting resin over it for water and broth. I just try to mimic that. A little training, so to say."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, crap, you could make a nice living doing custom displays like that. Restaurant owners would pay top dollar for true custom work instead of something mass-produced." Snacktime is forgotten for the moment, and Shannon slides onto a stool to watch Alice at her craft, fascinated. "You also kicked some serious ass out there the other day, especially when I needed help getting Mr. Worthington stabilized to bring him back home. Those blocks, neck brace, and some bindings you helped improvise probably helped save his life."

Red has posed:
"Only in japan, and they pay like... 10 grand for their menu in PVC, hand made. Sure, I could underbid that a little for I don't spend 30 hours on a model, but then again, it's still lots of work. And they expect such prices." Alice notes, chuckling a gain. "It's not mass production, each one is a unique. But... well, a good compression is easy. Or getting someone affixed. I think even works to some degree with the clothes of people, but much easier if they stay still."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, who says you couldn't sell your work overseas for prices like that? Or to the really high-end places for display work here in the States? And seriously, you're underplaying your part in helping the other day. No more selling yourself short, m'kay?" At the reminder of how Alice's gifts work on the clothes of people, she snickers softly, turning more than just a little bit red. "One word. Kilts. Enough said."

Red has posed:
Alice shrugs some, then laughtes a little. "Competition with traditionals, shipping time and that I'd have to try and learn japanese first? But anyway, I am jus working on these for a portfolio. I mean, that's what you need to get a good job in some of the prop field."

"Kilts, huh? You mean drunken Scottsman style? Or do you think it'd protect to go commando?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just facepalms, shaking her head and laughing. "Are you forgetting having put a certain Angel in a kilt that one time?" She giggles a little bit, shaking her head--and going bright, bright red. "Oh gawd. I wonder if I would have any luck convincing Ted to wear a kilt...."

Red has posed:
"oh, you mean *that*" Alice remarks with a laugh, brushing her hair back. "Ted, hmm? Well, there's always the option of asking him? Or do you want me to give him a kilt?" She grins a little, waiting a moment before picking up the term. "Ted? Wait, you got a BF?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just grins a little sheepishly, ruffling her wings in an approximation of a shrug. "Guilty as charged. And I'd better ask him about the kilt thing first. I'm not so sure he'd appreciate any rude surprises."

     Motioning back to her work on display-type food, she cants her head to one side. "Do you know anyone who's got talent in photography that you could tap to help with your portfolio? You could do the best work in the world, but without good photos, it'll be that much harder for you."

Red has posed:
"Actually... I could try to ask my old boss or someone from the 501st or some other cosplay group, but they all are more more costume photography types. This would need a food photograph to get it to shine." Alice brushes her hair back again, nodding at the other part. "A portolio needs to be nice..."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods, and smiles. "You're good at what you do. Don't sell yourself short." Pursing her lips, she peers down at her notebook, seeming lost in thought for a moment. "That reminds me, I ought to knock on the Professor's office door sometime, get his opinion on a couple things. Like where I should be looking at for med school, and what else I'd need to get there." She smiles some, shrugging. "Dr. McCoy was suggesting perhaps Johns Hopkins, or even his alma mater at Harvard. Kind of makes me wonder what the Professor would have for suggestions."

Red has posed:
"Oxford Medical? Sure, England would be far away but you'd also get what they claim the Marines are for in the 70s: you can go and see the world." Alice notes, shrugging a little. "Or maybe something in LA? They are much more chill about our kind in california I heard."

Nightingale has posed:
     "If I can stay in this general area, I'd rather, and give as much back to this place as I can." Shannon taps the eraser end of her pencil idly on the counter and smiles, thinking for a moment. "A place like this is incredibly rare. We're the lucky ones here. So many out there aren't. If there's a way I can stay here and give back, I'd want to. My music shouldn't get in the way. Heck, Dazzler managed just fine. Med school shouldn't get in the way, depending on where I go. If there's a way to manage it, I think Dr. McCoy and the Professor would be the first ones I'd ask."

Red has posed:
Alice says, "Then why not something right in Manhatten? That's jsut as close and you could be home for the weekend." Alice smiled, picking up a scalpel to gently nudge what accounts for a fat eye on the ramen broth a little to the side. Or rather the resin that looked like it. "And you'd be where the studios and clubs are. The Evolution's down there."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Evolution's more in Bushwick, and that's Brooklyn." Shannon just laughs to herself, and shakes her head. "I used to get that mixed up at first, too. And about med school, I asked Dr. McCoy how he managed, with his mutation. Said he did a lot of the coursework by correspondence, and he had to use an image inducer for practical stuff like his residency. I don't want to have to use an image inducer, though." She shrugs, and smiles, watching Alice nudge something very eye-like in the 'broth' of her 'ramen'. "Guess we'll see how folks react to me being openly mutant when I take my EMT exam in the summer."

Red has posed:
"I know, but Manhatten is just a jump from M-town. So why not look at them too? And there's always those holo-thingies the doc built." Alice notes, the scalpel rearranging some spots very carefully.

"Well, you'd be a literal guardian angel then. Or valkyrie. Or maybe somethign else? God, I should make you something that fits that. Maybe... hmmm. A good film with armor that looks good... How about District 9? No, that's too alien... Alien 3? Marine style? Too martial. Prometheus! That might fit stylewise, just in white with red seams!"

Nightingale has posed:
     "I've never seen District 9, and I can't stand the Alien movies. Hell, we want to see weird stuff, all we have to do is just wait around here. It comes and finds us all on its own!" Shannon scratches the back of her head, looking really confused now. "The only Prometheus I know is the old Greek myth. What are you talking about?"

Red has posed:
Alice hmms as she reaches for her phone, tapping on it. Charlize Theron. Prometheus. "Well, take a look at this. A little like the X-men uniforms, but I thought white and red, to point out you are a medic. The film of 2012 is meant to be a prequel to Alien, but I only mean the suit design. Like a diving suit for space."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon peers over at the picture, then nods. "That looks pretty sharp, actually. My one big concern would be getting in and of the suit unaided. Would there be any fasteners, hidden catches or hooks and eyes, anything? You could mold those right into the suit."

Red has posed:
"Sure, those are included right in the design. But a zipper can be very well hidden in the decor lines, especially here, on the back. See that one? There is a good spot, and nobody'd be the wiser. As for eyes, those tend to put too much stress on a specific spot. For myself? I'd actually skip the zipper, but then again, I cut my boots off my legs in the evening."