13396/The Jax is Back!
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| The Jax is Back! | |
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| Date of Scene: | 29 May 2021 |
| Location: | Kitchen - Xavier's School |
| Synopsis: | And the cat was dragged back in |
| Cast of Characters: | Nightingale, Jax Miller
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- Nightingale has posed:
There was certainly an odd assortment of goodies out on the kitchen counter this evening. Those mostly consisted of a batch of sugar cookies in two truly unusual shapes--monkeys, with a pink bow atop their heads to indicate a girl, and... wedding bells?
Oh, my.
But that is not the aroma that wafts through the room. Oh, no. It's a familiar, ooey, gooey, buttery bread crumb melange that hearkens back to many a time of comfort and companionship shared. Its likely, winged progenitor perches her posterior upon a stool at the kitchen counter, dressed in a baggy grey tank top, red tartan sweatpants, and those goofy, floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers. An open notebook is on the counter in front of her, and she hums snatches of unfamiliar melody and jots down a few notes.
Oh, yes.
It was a mac 'n cheese night.
- Jax Miller has posed:
A short few minutes ago, a familiar Jeep Wrangler made its way through the school gates, rolled along the driveway and made an easy turn into the garage.
Cue the required distant slamming of car door, opening of interior door, closing of interior door, opening of car door, slightly louder closing of car door as closer of door clearly forgot something, opening of interior door, closing of interior door... and silence.
The kind of silence of someone making no sound.
A few moments later, the kitchen door opens. In comes Jax, dressed in assorted parts of at least three different NFL uniforms, wearing his Bills jersey, balancing a royal blue football helmet under one arm and carrying a large kit bag by one strap over the other shoulder. He staggers a few steps, fur sticking out haphazardly, approaches the kitchen island. He drops the kit bag, overbalances, spins around, falls onto the bag, bounces back up and steps over a stool to sit down at the kitchen island.
With a thunk, his head lowers onto the surface and he gives the most pathetic begging look over to Shannon, like a kitten begging for cream.
- Nightingale has posed:
What had started as a likely solitary enjoyment of the pasta and cheese concotion soon to emerge from the oven, is cut short with a very loud squeal, and what can only be likened to an eagle swooping in for a hug-attack! Shannon's laughing as she catches Jax up in a hug, actually almost able to hoist him off his feet this time!
"Jax! Oh my god, where the hell have you been? It's been forever!" She eyes his multi-team 'uniform' up and down, grinning. "Looks like you've been busy! Dang, it's good to see you!"
- Jax Miller has posed:
No matter how tired, no matter how weary, no matter how downtrodden, Jax will always have time for a hug. Wing and fur, cat and bird. There's an audible sigh as Jax relaxes. "Gotta tell ya, it's not easy being super talented." And then he blinks, tilts his head and grins over to Shannon. "But why am I telling you? You know what it's like."
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just looks set back on her heels for a moment, brows furrowing in genuine confusion, with one lofting ever so slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. "What the heck are you talking about, 'you know what it's like'?" Had Jax somehow grown a second head? He must have, with the bewildered look she was giving him.
But even such matters must give way to the goodness that is mac 'n cheese. With the oven timer beeping, oven mitts found, and the casserole dish set on a rack to cool, the winged young woman is, at least for a moment, in her element, bustling about and making sure a weary friend is fed. "Looks like you've got one hell of a tale to tell, though. What's with all the different gear?"
A plate is heaped high with the gooey, golden goodness from the casserole dish, and deposited in front of Jax, with the appropriate cutlery. Shannon gets well out of the way, knowing better than to disturb a feeding frenzy!
- Jax Miller has posed:
The grin continues as Jax sits, and from one capacious pocket comes two cardboard sleeves... 'Miss me more' and 'Homecoming Queen'. Of course. Like he wouldn't notice that sort of thing, no matter how busy he was. He just puts those next to his plate, with that infectious grin. "You know what it's like to be super talented."
And the other answer has to wait until he's had a chance to taste the mac'n cheese. Ears perk up, his tail curls at the tip... oh yes.... he's back. "Tryout season. Or, y'know, lots of scouts around the country looking for talent for the future. Dad booked me with most of 'em. And I do mean most of 'em, I've been all over the country. Probably got a few scholarships out of it, even if they can't actually use me yet. Kind of like take your kid to work day, extreme edition."
- Nightingale has posed:
"Does 'most of them' include the Patriots?"
Naturally, Shannon had to include that jibe in there, almost cackling with glee. Or at least she is, until she sees the two cardboard sleeves that Jax produces from his pocket. "Okay, in my defense, I didn't write 'Miss Me More'. But I did write 'Homecoming Queen'." Her face goes rosy red, and she shakes her head, chuckling to herself. As she turns to get her own helping of mac 'n cheese, the notebook that's on the table looks more like the sort of paper intended for sheet music--with extensive work on the page that it's open to.
Sliding back onto the stool, she grins at Jax, munching away happily on her share of the mac. "I can't wait to hear more about your adventures around the country. And... am I going to have to start carrying a Sharpie around or something?"
- Jax Miller has posed:
"Always have something with you to sign your name when you're famous, first thing you learn." Jax winks and makes a good dent in that plate in a matter of... well, really, about a minute. It's like he hasn't eaten in days, but then that's not really unusual. Always eat when food is available, that's another lesson, it seems.
"And as a matter of fact, yes, yes it did. They've got good scouts, so for a few afternoons I turned traitor and played in enemy colors." Grinning, he leans over and whispers. "They've got a great coach, but never tell anyone I said that."
- Nightingale has posed:
"We'll make a Patriot out of you yet!" Shannon giggles, looking rather smug at the admission from her felinoid friend that yes, indeed, the enemy did have something good going for them. "Oh man. Could just imagine -that- Super Bowl, if you were with the Patriots and your dad was on the field with the Bills! Ooof!"
Companionable silence reigns for at least a minute, as both teens do what teens do best, devouring the food in front of them. Finally gulping down a good bite of her mac, Shannon grins a bit. "Been one hell of a busy time here, too. There's been those two songs, and this third one here that I'm working on..." She taps the notebook and smiles somewhat. "Then there's the thing that Dr. McCoy's been working with me on finally getting to the nuts and bolts of my healing gift, and we're finding it can very possibly shift for the better. Prom happened, and I was actually crowned the Prom Queen. Jeremy was crowned Prom King. But he and I weren't there as a date." She blushes and lowers her voice a bit. "I've been going out with Ted for a little while now. It's been awesome."
- Jax Miller has posed:
"Aw man, I missed prom?" Missing a chance to show off and be the center of attention? Yeah, that's a blow. But Jax rallies quickly and reaches over to give Shannon a one-armed hug. "Congrats. You know, for 'Prom Queen', Prom Queen, and Ted."
And then, his ears tilt slightly... that tilt when he's about to be sly, or pretending to be sly to the people who have figured out his body language...
"So, if you had the choice... Mediterranean or Caribbean?"
- Nightingale has posed:
"Mediterranean, no question. There are so many places I'd want to see in that part of the world someday. Spain... France... Egypt... Greece... Italy...." For a moment, Shannon is lost in dreams of faraway places, of travel and the sights of exotic and ancient lands. Letting out a whuff of breath in a wistful sigh, she rests her head on her hands. "What about you? Which one would you pick?"
- Jax Miller has posed:
There's another grin. This one has substance, and Jax finishes off his plate. "The Med is amazing. So is the Caribbean, don't get me wrong, but there's so much culture in the Med. And good food. And, y'know, people really like cats over there." For a moment he seems lost in memory as well, and then he stands, still smiling. "So ehmm... you've made plans yet for your birthday?"
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just shakes her head, reaching over for Jax's plate as he stands, going about gathering all the dirty dishes together. "No, not really. My EMT exam's just a day or two after that, I was probably just going to get a little Chinese food or something and hide. Hope that nobody decides to send me to a nudie bar or have Chippendales jump out of a cake or something." Rolling her eyes, she laughs, her face going bright, bright red at that. "Why do you ask?"
- Jax Miller has posed:
For a second Jax stands there and just blinks. "That's... oddly specific..."
But oh well. His grin returns moments later.
"No reason. None at all. Absolutely no bearing on any future surprises whatsoever, at any time, in any place." And, suitably mischievous and duly fortified with a good meal, he leans down to pick up his kit bag, slings it over his shoulder and saunters out.
Beat.
Moments later, just as the door is about to swing shut, Jax saunters back in at /exactly/ the same pace and picks up his football helmet, then turns again to leave once more. Didn't forget a blessed thing. Nope. Not at all.