13713/Dinosaurs galore

Dinosaurs galore
Date of Scene:	09 August 2021
Location:	American Museum Nat. His.
Synopsis:	Day trip to the history museum with the very junior classmen. Scott and Hank meet the Owls, Liansong and Yaozu and there's a glue incident.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Cyclops, Liansong "Song" Qing, Yaozu Lin

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Beast has posed:
What happens when you have a field trip for the very junior juniors of a certain school? You trick the nerd teacher into being chaperone, that's what. It started out with that anyway, but then Hank can be quite a loquatious sort and wasn't about to herd the cats all by himself. Thus: Team effort.

Currently, there's peace though, thanks to the grand invention that is digital audio tours and being able to keep an eye on a lot of kids from a higher vantage point of one of the gallerias.

And this being Beast, he has a minor dispensation to arrange behind the scenes tours. That's supposed to happen when they've all got their questions organized for the paleantologists, zoologists, restorationists, etcetera. "I do love filling young minds with quasi useless information. It's so satisfying to watch them trying to pronounce scientific names from phonetic name plates." Hank cheerfully confesses, sipping on a coffee.

Cyclops has posed:
Team Effort indeed. Of course, Cyclops hasn't actually been involved in school things for quite some time so when his friend decided to rope him into playing cat herder, he agreed. Against all other odds. He trusts Beast to take care of most the ins and outs, and is just there if needed. In case anything goes tits.

Hopefully nothing does.

Being at the higher vantage point while the students amble through audio tours and perhaps gain a bit of fear not knowing where their chaperones actually are, he smirks. Sipping at his own coffee, he motions. "You gain satisfaction over the most odd things." A chuckle from him after that.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
A field trip? This visit could be considered a field trip for Liansong. But really, it's more of a sight seeing expedition for the scientifically inclined avian. He isn't up in any of the gallerias, no, but rather is looking at a display directly below the one with the loquatious chaperone. He is dressed in business casual, with a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt. But he stands out. Quite starkly, in fact, with snow white feathers covering what isn't covered by clothing. He wears no shoes, but instead, the feet of a bird can be seen below the bottom hem of the black slacks.

But the oddities don't stop there. This person has two huge wings folded neatly to his back, and the edges of a tail can be seen just beneath them. The trailing ends of his wingtips, as well as the feather tips of his tail, drag the ground, for he's not paying them any attention. No, all of that is focused on the displays.

He moves from the display he'd been looking at toward the next one, crystal blue and full of curiousity and wonder at the display.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
A museum of natural history is an interesting place, though it's one that had managed to evade Yaozu's attention until this particular day. Coming here could also be considered a field trip for him, as well. Some might consider it tourism and others might consider it sight seeing. All of these things are accurate enough labels to apply to the trip. Similar to Liansong, he wears no shoes, for he has the feet of a bird, the talons of which make clicking sounds on the floor of the place. He wears a set of traditional Chinese robes, which to him are quite familiar. They're black silk, and the edge around the long sleeves and neckline are a pale blue silk. His own feathers are midnight black. His long black hair is braided, the length of it resting down to the small of his back.

His right hand is resting at the small of his back, out of sight not just for the long sleeves of his robes but also for the quite large wings that are folded at his back. He walks along with Liansong, from one display to the next, reading the information and learning. There is curiosity to him as well, a touch of marvel as well, both of which find their way to reflecting as a touch of a sparkle in his hazel eyes.

Beast has posed:
"Well, it's quite simple really," Hank replies to Scott with a grin, watching the ruby spectacles with a bobble of the brows. "Every kid has to have that one word or two that totally humiliates them at a later date, because they were too shy or too cocky to ask how you pronounce it. For the longest time, until someone actually said it in context, I used to say Persephone as Percy-phone. It's the little things. Makes you appreciate actual teachers a bit more, in the sunshine universe of my mind." He taps his nose, peeking down below again as kids start to congregate where he wasn't expecting them to. "Thanks for coming though, I would've ended up in some kind of manic state otherwise. Oh, hello..."

Leaning over the railing a bit, to figure out what the kids are congregating near, it takes him a while, mostly because he's looking at the two men from above, to figure out he's looking at two avian-people from above. "Wait... what? Hold on a moment." He smacks Scott in the arm, pointing down. "Not imagining that, right?"

Cyclops has posed:
"I think I skirted by being able to wait until someone else pronounced it, then tried. If I was wrong...I could blame it on someone else." Scott offers and then he shrugs. "But yeah, I see what you mean, about needing that sort of humbling experience." At the thanks, he smiles again, sipping more coffee. "Of course. Couldn't let you go at this all alone.."

Then Hank seems distracted by something, and so Scott gollows his gaze. At that arm slapping, he scoffs. "I'm looking, I'm looking. I don't think you're imagining that. Unless we both are which will make me wonder what the hell is in this coffee." Then he tilts his head. "I mean it's not the most bizarre thing we've ever seen but... it *is* a bit bizarre, right?" ... "Shall we go say hello?"

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
The ears of an owl are truly amazing things. The pointing? Not really noticed. But the words wondering if something is being imagined catch Liansong's attention. He looks up, and his beak gapes open a bit in an avian sort of grin. "You're not imagining us, mate," he calls up toward Fuzzy Blue and Ruby Glasses, his accent very distinctly Australian.

With that comment and a click of his beak, Liansong turns his attention, and his eyes, back to the exhibit he'd been looking at. This one happens to be a dinosaur exhibit. He steps a bit closer to his black feathered companion. "Enjoying yourself?"

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Black ear tufts lift, tilting a touch to each side before laying back once again. Yaozu tilts his head a touch to one side, looking briefly back towards the previous display before his attention turns back to Liansong. He easily hears the voices of those who speak from up on high, and he ruffles his wings a little bit before resettling them against his back. His hazel gaze lifts to those who stand up above. His beak makes a soft snicking sound as he watches the pair, and he tilts his head to the right.

His hazel gaze turns back to Liansong at the queston asked of him, and his beak parts in a smile. Then he gives a nod. "Yes, I am. I have not been in such a place since I was a child, and I had forget the wonders they possess," he says softly. The curiosity and wonder are both in his voice, as well. He looks towards the one of the pair above that he's met before, and then his attention returns back to Liansong. "His name is Henry McCoy. I have met him once before. He spoke to me about the mark on my hand. The other, I do not know," he says quietly, to Liansong.

Beast has posed:
The kids, all of them mutants of course, have that edge of mild confusion to them that suggests at some point, 'origin of species' might have to be addressed. Or failing that, the multitudes of 'I didn't know two people could have the same mutation?' followed by 'Well...'

"There's two of them. That's Yaozu. And blow me down with a feather, an aussie owlman... c'mon, lets, before the kids start asking awkward questions." Hank heads hastily for the stairs. "Two of them!" muttered.

Cyclops has posed:
If Scott had ears that could flick, they likely would. Watching the mutant kids with their looks of bewilderment on what they're learning. As Liansong and Yaozu both look up to him and Hank, he smirks. "Well, at least we know the acoustics in the museum are still worth something." Not to mention the ones they were talking about likely have above average hearing.

"You've met them before?" Scott asks before moving along to follow Hank towards the stairs, trying to keep up with the man. Again, he is amused at the fact that Hank gets all out of sorts a bit from the seemingly smallest things. Still, he'll set his gaze, hidden behind ruby glasses, to the two bird-men, but waits for Hank's leadership.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong's head tilts toward the hand in question, though from this angle he can't rightly see it. His own gaze lifts again, and he studies the other avian, head tilted to the side in that angle owls and other birds have a tendency to use. "Oh? And what did Henry McCoy have to say?" He glances up once more, then back to Yaozu. His attention is no longer upon the exhibits.

Though he still hears what is being said, he no longer pays much attention to it, instead focused upon his companion. He clicks his beak together, and resettles his wings to be a bit tighter to his back, a soft flit flit the only sound heard as he does so.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Black feathers slick down as he turns his head that little bit more than would be just human in order to look towards the milling kids. They are a bit on the distracting side, taking his attention away from the displays. He looks over the kids for a moment before he looks back to Liansong. "They have many things to say," he says quietly, about the kids. His wings snug a bit closer against his back, his right hand remaining at the small of his back.

Yaozu looks towards the man in the red glasses, and he tilts his head to one side at the comment about the acoustics. "They could be better, they could be worse," he comments in a thoughtful tone. He looks to Liansong, and his left hand remains tucked up within the long sleeve of the robes he wears. "He suggested that I consider options to have the mark removed, if such a thing is possible... that a group he knows may be able to help. He suggested that since SHIELD considers the one who left the mark as a hostile entity that it was perhaps a something that should be given thought," he says quietly. "Our shifts have not allowed us much in the way of opportunity for speaking," he adds.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy's ears can twitch and do. Also bodylanguage is a funny thing. "Not both of them. Only the one. THe black-feathered fellow, Yaozu. This..." he gestures subtley with a flick-back-and-forth with his finger. "...is a bit of a surprise." Trotting down the last few steps, he initially corrals the kids, sending them off. "C'mon, c'mon, you don't like it when you get stared at, Lucy. James, quit grinning like an idiot and go find Micky... he's probably stuck to something again. Come now, come now..."

Once that's dealt with, he makes his way back to Scott and the owl people. "Mister Lin Yaozu, nice to see you again, outside of the Triskelion. I do apologise for being a bit incredulous up there, but I had no idea that there were two of you. It's a little unusual. This is my friend Scott," he indicates Cyke with a grin and an open palm. "We were just herding mini-people on a learning expedition and trying hands-off supervision for a lark."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers looks between the two others while Hank gathers students and moves them onward. Not really one to say too much until Hank is back and doing the talking. At the introduction, he does smile and offers a hand out. "Nice to meet you both. I also apologize if I caused any offense." He offers this much and then looks in the direction of where the children went off to. Just to make sure none straggle behind.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
On the other hand, Liansong is quite ignoring the children. Then again, he'd grown up in Sydney and is probably used to being stared at. Liansong shakes his head. "I don't care what the children have to say," he says firmly. He listens to what is said about the mark, and nods slowly. "He's probably right. The one who marked you can't possibly have good intentions."

Liansong turns to look to the pair of adults who approach and studies them for a long moment. "There are more than two of us, mate," he says, tone in a quiet Aussie drawl. "My entire family are like this." He glances to himself, then to Yaozu, and back. "But buff or brown. No black, nor white." There is a positive, at least. Liansong sounds amused.

"Liansong Qing. Call me Song. Pleasure to meet the both of you," he says, as he takes the offered hand and shakes it. His grip is neither too firm nor too soft, but the skin feels decidedly odd. Pebbly, or scaly, and not at all like human skin. Softer than a lizard's would be. It feels like the skin on the feet of a bird. His hands are a bit odd too. He only has four fingers, instead of five.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The kids are looked over by Yaozu -- the girl who stares, the grinning boy, and the others. His attention shifts to Henry, and he gives a small nod. "It is good to be seen, outside of the Triskelion," he says softly. He eases his right hand away from his back and slips his left hand from the sleeve of his robes, the back of his right hand coming to rest against his left hand, and he bows, extending his arms as he does. His braid slips over his right shoulder, and then he straightens. "There is naught to apologize for," he says softly, his hands settling in front of him.

He looks to Scott at the introduction, and he gives a nod. "It is good to meet you," he says softly. When it's his turn, he accepts Scott's hand as well and shakes it as well, his skin having the same feel to it as Liansong's. He has the typical five fingers as what happens to be on a human hand."There was no offense that was caused," he adds, a small smile parting his beak. His attention turns back to Liansong, listening. Then he gives a small nod. "Yes. He is likely right, about the mark. It is something that should be doe, if it can be," he says softly. His ear tufts perk up a bit, and he tilts his head a bit to one side at the mention of the colours that his family has. Perhaps he truly is the symbol of an ill omen given flesh, a thought that causes his head to duck slightly and his gaze to lower. He snugs his wings a bit closer against his back, then slips his hands apart, his right hand moving to rest at the small of his back.

Beast has posed:
"/Fascinating/..." Oh, Hank McCoy will likely be on somewhat more restricted websites later, hunting for this family of owl people or sightings of such, because that's just well... fascinating. Although, this feels mildly awkward now, as he's recollecting other things in the case file he got handed by the avenger's liason team, when he'd visited S.H.I.E.L.D. that time. "Well, good to see you. Good to meet you, Song," he glances at Scott, about to say something further when the owl people and himself can hear the '...stay still micky, you've gooped up the dinosaur...' which has him holding up a hand to both feathered people. "Scott. We've got a glue-trap incident in progress, we might have to fix that before the museum staff get agitated..."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers finishes the shaking of hands and then smiles, settling back next to Hank once more. He listens to both Song and Yaozu, and then chuckles some. "I think Hank here is more intrigued by the fact that there are two of you here in the same room at the same time. We don't mean any harm by it, it's just something we consider a rarity." This much is offered before his attention turns to Yaozu. "I am glad no offense was taken. And I agree with the others. If you can get that removed, likely best to. I'm sure Hank can even help point you in a direction of who to talk to..." Then, just as Hank alerts him to the issue with the students, Scott's hearing it. "Ah hell. Alright. I'll go see what's going on. Cause it'll likely involve me cutting someone out of something..." He offers and without another word, turns and jogs off in the direction of the students. As a Scott Summers would do.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
If Yaozu is an ill omen given flesh, then by the same token, Liansong is death given flesh. His eyes settle on the black avian and he studies him for a few moments. He clacks his beak once, then opens it to say something when something in his pocket beeps. His beak clacks shut again and he digs a phone out. He activates the screen and has a look, then shakes his head. "Well. Fun's over, mate," he says, sliding the phone back into the pocket from whense it came. "They need me back at the lab."

He looks to the two new people he'd just met, and waves a hand. "Good luck with that glue-trap incident," he says with a beak gaped grin. Then he's turning and heading with purpose and speed toward the exit. Despite the white feathers, he soon disappears from view.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Yaozu lifts his gaze from the floor and tilts his head to one side, his eyes blinking owlishly as his attention settles on Henry. Fascinating, Henry says. Perhaps it truly is. He gives a small nod. "It is good to see you as well. I would like to speak with you further, at another time, about the mark. About removing it," he says softly. And about the possibilities of having it removed. He doesn't even know if it's a real possibility or not. His ear tufts lift at the voices that drift towards them, about the gooped dinosaur. "Good luck, with the children and the glue," he offers, giving a small nod. Feathers are perhaps not a good addition to that particular combination.

His attention turns to Scott, and he gives a small nod to the fellow. "Yes. I understand. Thank you," he says softly, a small smile parting his beak. His left hand slips away, up his sleeve once again. He watches Scott jog off in the direction of the affected children, then turns his attention to Liansong to give a nod after the message is checked. "Mm, so it seems," Yaozu says softly, accepting what Liansong says without argument. Duty is duty. The black avian falls quiet then, watching as his roommate heads towards the exit. His attention turns back to the display, looking it over.