13951/Picnic Aftermath

Picnic Aftermath
Date of Scene:	14 November 2021
Location:	Wellness Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Rest and recovery with close friends and good food. What more could a yeen ask for?
Cast of Characters:	Kit Killovarras, Cannonball, Nightingale, Beast, Jax Miller

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Kit Killovarras has posed:
Somewhere in the night, something went wrong and a genuinely lovely night became a genuine nightmare! The aftermath of which would have been at least two people being patched up and at least one of them, remaining here to recover.

Kit can be found in one of the four beds here, alive though probably not 'well', since he came in with several lacerations, a couple possibly broken ribs and incapable of walking on his own. He is stable though, having slept pretty well after the incident that brought him here. His cloths have been left on a chair nearby, the blood having been washed out of them some time during the night.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking in having heard something went on but not gotten the full details yet, he comes to check on folks. He does bring food as he often does when visiting the Med lab.

Nightingale has posed:
     A healer's work is never done, and in this case seems to have gone on all night. Shannon is on duty in the wellness office, bearing a few marks and bruises of her own. They are, of course, to a lesser degree than Kit's were, but do not appear to match his markings. Thusly, they were likely gained fairly, and not in the line of duty. She's changed from jeans and a sweater to loose teal cotton pants, and a matching teal tunic tank top. Her concession to duty rather than comfort are the sneakers she wears, even as she's perched in a chair drawn up next to Kit's bed. If anything, she looks a bit tired--and there is a very tell-tale grumbling in her general vicinity.

     She glances up as she hears Sam come in, shaking her head and setting her finger to her lips, glancing briefly at Kit. Perhaps indicating she's not sure how awake he is at the moment?

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Footsteps, footsteps are normally quiet, but when you're dealing with someone with ears like Kits? Just the sound of footsteps causes them to twitch and a moment later, the aardwolf opens his eyes just barely, giving a little groan as he mutters, "Feels like a truck hit me.."

After a moment, he'll turn his head, offering Shannon and Sam both a smile before he asks, "So doc, how do I look? Be honest, will I ever be able to enter another beauty pageant?" as his lips tug into a toothy little grin.

Leave it to a yeen to make jokes after having been practically blown up the night prior.

Sam gets a glance and a little wave with a tired sounding, "Hey, Mr Guthrie." then there's a blink and his nose wiggles a little before he chuckles and adds, "Something smells good.."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "I brought some sandwiches and soup." He says. He walks over offering one container to Shannon and one with a K on it to Kit. "Made your special, " He tells the man. They both have grilled cheese and tomato soup, but Kit's sandwich has some roasted mealworms on it, and a small side of them for his soup too.

Nightingale has posed:
     "You're an angel, big bro," Shannon says, with a little sigh of gratitude. She sets her own soup and sandwich aside for a moment, instead reaching for one of the little rolling over-the-bed tables that seem to be universal in hospitals and infirmaries everywhere, setting it up for Kit so he can sit up in bed and eat his lunch.

     "As for you, mister," she continues, turning her attention to Kit with a wry little smile. "You'll be resting up for a while, but as well as you heal, you'll be alright. Don't try to heal yourself. Save your energy, got that?" While she's talking to Kit, she gets a stool and a rolling table for Sam, only getting her own spot set up once the two gentlemen can have their lunch in comfort.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
When the little table is set up, he'll sit up a bit and... Well ok, first instincts of an Aardwolf when getting up are to stretch and yawn, but instead it ends up being an attempted stretch, a wince and a quiet, "Gah, fuck.. That didn't help.." Shannon's comments get a little chuckle and nod, "No worries there, even telekinesis at this point would probably feel like being put through a wood-chipper. So for now? Time to be a lazy boy."

When he eventually noms into the grilled cheese there's a quiet crunch where there normally shouldn't be one and he pauses for a moment before he continues, a quiet -mrrrr- an obvious sign of his appreciation. "Grilled cheese with mealworms. Why haven't I tried this before?" he asks with a little laugh after finishing the first bite. Then he'll turn his attention to Sam, ears perking a bit as he says, "Thank you." with a warm smile.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well, you had mentioned adding texture, so I figured that would be a good one and was not sure if the soup alone would help ya much so had extra." He will look over to Shannon and then Kit "So what happened?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Picnic went south," Shannon replied, in between bites of grilled cheese. The meal seemed to do a good deal to restore her energy--had she forgotten to eat after healing again? "This one sends a pretty cryptic message with a picture of his paw and a basket, and I didn't know what to make of it. So I went in prepared. Bow, quiver, staff, and medkit. Felt silly at first when it turned out to be a picnic. But it turned out to be needed anyways, when a... what was the term? Mage hunter? A mage hunter came calling."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"It was going so well to until he showed up." Kit says with a little chuckle, "We had some amazing food, a nice view.. I was about to get chewed out again.." the last little bit said with a grin. Then he nods and verifies, "Mage hunter, yeah.. They're an occasional issue."

He gives a little shrug, enjoying another bite or two before explaining, "I'm actually surprised it's taken this long for one of them to find me. Doubt he'll be coming back any time soon though, Shannon managed to disarm him." Then he sticks his tongue out at Shannon for a moment before musing, "Cryptic can be fun though! Or at very least, exciting."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Thats luckily something we never had to deal with pissed off demons at times, or those wanting to take over Limbo yea, but no mage hunters at least that I saw.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Disarmed. Literally." Shannon's nose wrinkles visibly in a classic 'kitty litter stank face' sort of expression. "He was carrying a ring with a bunch of coins hanging from it, and I took a potshot at him with my bow. Nicked one of the coins, and the whole thing went kaboom. His arm and a khopesh hit the ground, but the rest of him didn't. Looked like a really bad remake of the Cantina scene, only this guy took Ponda Baba's place, and I was the one with the proverbial lightsaber."

     She munches on her sandwich for a little bit, taking the time to fuel up--especially as she looks at Kit and sees he has a little ways to go, healing-wise. "We had some unexpected help, though. A spirit called Askante showed up, too. I'd wrapped up the arm and khopesh in the picnic blanket so there wouldn't be anything left behind for those who don't need to see such things..." Read 'police' here. "Let's just say Askante... took care of the problem."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Askante gets mentioned and Kit just sort of snerks between bites, "Honestly, I'm surprised it took so long for it to show up." he muses, then nods to Sam and explains, "Mage Hunters are rare enough that they aren't a constant threat, but they do pop up from time to time. This one was only the second I've ever encountered."

The Aardwolf finishes off his sandwich, then continues explaining, "Guy was a sorcerer, the sword and ring of coins were enchanted." There's a momentary pause and a tilt of his head before he looks to Shannon and smiles, "Good shot by the way, I didn't get the chance to say that last night."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods a bit at this and says "And this Askante took or did something with the arm I take it?" He will slide the rest of his soup and sandwich over towards Shannon.

Nightingale has posed:
     Normally, Shannon would have protested when Sam gave her his soup and sandwich. This time, both are devoured as if a herd of locusts had descended upon the food. "Not sure how or what. One minute, I had them wrapped up in the picnic blanket ready to bring back here. The next, all I have is the blanket." Already, she is eyeing Kit, then herself, as if calculating how much more she could handle, assisting him.

Beast has posed:
Sometimes, you just can't get there at the time of an event. Beast hadn't been at the school when this latest interesting event occurred, but did get a notification on his pager. Likely, remote instructions got given to whoever was doing triage at the time and a couple of cancelled lectures on the tour. The students of this school tend to come before making money for it, or doing public relations.

But he's back now, having arrived in his electric blue bentley not that long ago and after a quick shower, headed in. You know it's business time, when McCoy actually comes in WEARING a white coat, he rarely does that these days. "Right then. Morning, all. Afternoon. Evening? Evening. Timezones are a bugger."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Sam gets a nod in response to the question of the arm, "With any luck, they destroyed them. The arm would have been useful to identify them, but the sword was part of their enchantment.. Without that, the hunter will have to enchant a new one, which could take weeks."

Then he notices Shannon eyeing him and he just... watches her for a moment before simply saying, "Don't even think about it." with a little chuckle. "You've done more than enough healing for one day."

Then the big blue beasty in the bright white labcoat walks in and Kit just looks over and waves, "Afternoon." he says with a smile, verifying the time of day as best he can. "Or.. at least I'm assuming. I've been out for a while."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's phone beeps, and says "And with that looks like I need to handle some things. He reaches over and pats Beast on the shoulder "Tag you get to be the adult now." He smile a bit and says "I will see y'all later."

Beast has posed:
"Oh, I'm used to that. I'm frequently the designated adult, even when I'm amongst other adults. Something about this face screams responsible, I suppose." Beast grins jovially as Sam heads out, peering over the top of his spectacles as Kit expresses the time of day. "You're probably right. I was in Germany though, so I'm fairly sure it's the middle of the night for me. Or at least some of me. Let's see then," over to the tablet that contains medical records and interventions, he simply gives Shannon a pat and a kind of gentle push back into her chair, to emphasise the same 'nope' that got verbalized.

He frowns at the records, not so much in disapproval, just out of the catalogue. "Riiiiiightyho," a locked cabinet is opened with his ID key, a machine with several exceptionally sticky pads taken out, then a facepalm with a hard slap to his own forehead. "A moment..." he waves a finger at Kit, then heads out the door again, leaving the contraption where it sits on a wheely table. He returns fairly promptly with a manila envelope, which he hands to the hyena mutant.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit opens the envelope and pulls out the documents inside, giving a little huff of a chuckle as he studies them, then asks, "Forged or real..?" rather bluntly. He sets them down on the little table that's in front of him, nodding slightly to the comment about being in Germany. "Yeah, time differences suck, especially across an ocean.. Lucky me, I got to deal with them gradually when I came over. Mostly cause it took a few weeks to get here." He muses, the last little bit getting a little grin.

Beast has posed:
"They're legitimate. I have people in the whitehouse," Beast replies, with a small smile. "It just takes me being very patient and them pushing paperwork around for a while, to get things processed. And some debate about refugee status, which I nixed. So. Landing papers, passport, social security... all by the book. With faces like ours, we have to be honest."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's presence and her lack of energy is perhaps enough to give ample idea who was on triage and healing duty at the time--especially given her presence at the sequence of events that necessitated the visit to the Wellness Office in the first place. Just as it looks like she's set to go -back- on duty, a 'no' from two fronts pretty well nixed the idea right then and there! "Fine," she huffs, slumping back into her chair, to sip on some of what is left of her tomato soup. "Guess I'll just have to look over some stuff for Columbia, then." Pause. "Crap. Left it in my dorm."

     The envelope that is given to Kit draws a smile from Shannon, her droopy wings perking up some with happiness for her comrade. "Oh... awesome! Congrats, Kit! Woot woot!"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Theres a nod and a little smile as he muses, "I'd hug you, but I can't exactly stand up at the moment." with a little chuckle and a few other soft, happy yeen noises. "Thank you so much." he adds, still smiling and Shannon's enthusiasm winds up turning that smile into a full on grin fairly easily.

Shannon gets a look and a chuckle, "No huff, you've done a hell of a job already and you deserve a rest." he says, sticking his tongue out at her afterwards.

Despite the aardwolfs injuries, at very least his tail is wagging at the moment, or more accurately, flicking to one side fairly obviously beneath the blanket.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grins, giving both the young people a side-eye at the quiet happiness on display. Meanwhile, he takes a wheely chair and his wheely desk and trucks the machine he took out over to the bed, gesturing at Kit's left leg first. "Shift the sheets and blankets a bit, please. I'm going to do a bit of electrostimulus on the torn fascia in your leg. It'll hurt a bit at first, whilst I get the current right, but afterwards should simply be a bit of discomfort. It will stimulate muscle healing, along with doing simple low-impact exercises whilst you recover." He instructs, taking a set of clippers because unfortunately fur and sticky pads are not the best of friends. At least the little patches won't be large.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon does get up at this point to assist, holding up her hands to hopefully forestall any protest. "At least I can move the sheets without exhausting myself," she said, a bit of a smile tugging the corners of her lips upwards. She moves the sheets away from Kit's legs, folding them upwards till they covered him modestly from approximately the mid-thigh area and up. "Job's not done yet, Kit. I hate leaving it half-assed and you know it."

     With that taken care of, the need to adhere to her own orders from both doctor and big brother overrides her desire to help with the healing, and she floomps back down in her chair. "Curious, was Columbia ever somewhere you considered attending?" she inquires, peering over at Dr. McCoy and observing as he prepared the machine for its intended purpose.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Shannon gets a glance and a nod when she goes to move the sheets, "Aiding in procedures, I don't mind. No more using your powers for it for now though." Then he sticks his tongue out at her once again and adds, "I know that look you were giving me all too well, it's the same look you had when you were dealing with the bullet wound."

The clippers get a glance and there's a little twitch of his leg for a moment before he sighs, his ears laying back slightly as he murmurs, "Damn.. Winter coat just came in too. Ah well, not planning to wear shorts during winter anyways." Then there's a pause and a little laugh as he adds, "Throws skirts out as an option though. Ah well, I'll figure something out."

Beast has posed:
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, this is ME doing this..." Beast snorts, nodding approval at Shannon as he takes a little tub of vaseline and a ear swab and with the wooden handle of the swab, acts like a micro hairdresser, pushing the hairs back in lines from a small area and using the vaseline to pin it safely back, so he can JUST shave a tiny bit of skin that will easily be hidden by fur. Others might not have been quite so considerate to weird looking bald patches. He's very dilligent about shaving those spots though, carefully applying the electrodes in four spots at hip and just above the knee. "And you can still wear a skirt, if you have one a little longer than mini," said in a tone that sounds amused. And soon, the machine is turned on and the electrical current is surging down the fascia of muscles, stimulating nerves. Practiced hands though, are quite to turn it to therapeutic range with a bit of fine tuning and careful listening to the hum, and observing the convulsion of muscles themselves.

"I considered Columbia. Honestly, Shannon, you should pick where it feels right and where you are going to get what you actually want out of the curriculum. For you, COlumbia may be right. For me, it was not."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, Kit, it's a few hairs shaved now... or an unintended Brazilian later when the electrodes come off." Shannon can't help a soft little snicker, though she winces in sympathy for the very thought she herself brought up. "As for the skirts, come by my dorm at some point, I'll fire up the sewing machine and we'll see what we can do for you."

     As she observed the way the machine was used, she winced a little bit in sympathy, reaching out to Kit to offer her hand to hold. "Don't get me wrong, Dr. McCoy. Harvard's got a huge point in its favor in that you recommended it. And I know a lot of it could be done with distance learning. But what about residency? Would I have to be on campus for that? I don't want to be that far away from my family, or you guys."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
There's a face made at the mention of a miniskirt, "Mini's don't cover enough, especially when there's a tail involved.." he says, watching Dr. McCoy while he works, leaving surprisingly small patches of hairless leg. When the machine is turned on, there's absolutely no response from Kit, no sign of pain, no discomfort, not even an ear twitch. "Umm.." he tilts his head ever so slightly. "Is it bad that I feel worse when levitating a book...?"

"Unintended Brazilian sounds like an interesting name for a metal band.." Kit says with a laugh, then his ears perk at the offer dear Shannon makes and he just gives an evil little grin. "You haven't seen the sort of things I used to wear.. have you?" Then he gives an innocent little... giggle? Really? The aardwolf just giggled.. and adds, "Something tells me we need to go shopping one of these days."

Oh lord..

Beast has posed:
"No, not particularly," Beast replies, looking up at Kit and rolling eyes in a kindly way at the banter regarding skirts and potential shopping trips. "Mercy me," is all he says regarding it. One thing that WILL start to happen after a while, is lactic acid build-up. "Let me know when you start cramping and we'll switch off." He informs, moving around the other side to check the musculature on that side with a gentle palpation through sheets. He deems that side to be liable to heal fairly well without intervention it seems and makes quick notes on the ipad.

"Columbia is a very good school. Even new york city has good courses and a far more open enrollment, also. Most of the large universities try for inclusionary practices, but the sheer population of New York makes it a little less problematic." He looks up at her though. "You cannot do a residency remotely. Hands on learning is essential during residency, so. You may be limited if this is your desire to remain close, to what is nearby."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, then that settles it. Columbia it is." Shannon grins wide at Dr. McCoy and Kit, chortling. "Someone's got to patch y'all up when you do an 'oopsie'. Plus, they work with a teaching hospital locally, so I'd be right on the cutting edge of things. Now the kicker is... how do I explain my high school to them when applying? I can't very well tell them about this place."

     The mention of shopping gets Kit a side-eyed glance from Shannon, the winged young woman rolling her eyes and laughing. "Oh lordy, not you too? Andrea was always trying to get me to go shopping, and I didn't want anybody wasting their money on me." She grins at Kit, tilting her head to the side. "Well... what kinds of things did you used to wear?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
There's a thing to be said about instinctive responses and trained habits.. When Shannon asks about what he used to wear, the Aardwolf holds out a hand and the phone in his pants pocket pulls out from the cloth and over to his hand.. which leads to a sudden, loud yelp as each of the muscles in his body tenses! There's a loud, "FUCK!" and teeth bared for a moment before he finally relaxes again.

Eventually he relaxes again and gives a ragged sigh before muttering something under his breath, then he taps the phone on and opens it up, finding his pictures and finds one in particular.

There he is, wearing an outfit made up of red silk, golden trim and jewelry that covers very, very little beyond what would be legally required. A vest that doesn't close, edged in gold and golden tassels, a chain-clasped sarong that looks thin enough to be classified as a loincloth and bands of gold, copper and a crushed red enamel. "Clothing gets uncomfortable during the summer.." he says with a little chuckle, still looking a bit uncomfortable from his bonehead moment a moment ago. "And I still say we should go shopping. Consider it payback for all the things you'll end up having to dig out of my body."

Dr. McCoy gets a glance and a nod, "I'll let you know." he says with a little chuckle, one ear folding out and to the side. "And, well.. that's good to know I guess? Though that probably also means I should probably learn to rely less on my magic.."

Beast has posed:
There was a brief amount of sitting up there, watching the reaction on Kit's person to the use of that simple telekinesis. "Correct. You should." McCoy replies, with an arch of an eyebrow. "My mutation has made things easy for me to do a great many things, but I achieve most without it. That's not to say you shouldn't practice, but when casual use puts that kind of strain and you have -broken ribs- you just put yourself in danger of killing yourself, Kit. Tension of that kind could very easily have broken the ribs completely and sent a rib through your heart." He reaches over, flicks the fur above the egyptian's brows and resumes writing his notes.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles, and flicks her fingers at Kit in a somewhat dismissive gesture. "Bah. No need to pay me back for any of that. The practice does my gifts enough good as it is, though I wish you wouldn't get hurt so much. As for learning to do without your magic..." Her smile widens, and she waggles her eyebrows, glancing between Kit and Dr. McCoy. "Some of the parkour courses Mr. Summers runs on occasion are fantastic practice for that. Though I imagine if you ask any of the teachers for help with that -AFTER- you heal up, you'd stand a good chance of a favorable answer."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit gives a sheepish grin and flinches just a little when he's flicked, but other than that he just chuckles. "Yeah.. I've been trying to figure out a way to make it so it causes less strain.. Just a matter of learning to control the energy flow, but it's not easy." Then Shannon mentions Parkour and the yeens ears perk up again. "Huh, didn't know there were classes for that.. Good to know. I also apparently have an invitation to study some form of martial arts at a dojo about an hour and a half from here." Apparently the yeen gets around.

Theres a little laugh when Shannon argues about not needing to be paid back for the various healings and he just kinda grins an innocent little grin. "Aww, but I want an excuse to drag you out and go look at dresses. Plus, we could make a day of it, get our nails done," as he speaks, the aardwolf is slipping slowly into a comically over-done lisp. Then he just chuckles and smiles. "Seriously though, I do want to take you shopping, even if we don't end up buying anything."

Beast has posed:
"I promise not to show off, in Parkour, just for what it's worth," McCoy notes, with a grin, as he really does excel at that particular extreme sport. He finishes making notes though and rises, turning off the machine even though he wasn't told to. Therapeutic electrotherapy has been completed to a cycle without complaint from the patient, so he'll call that one a victory.

"You should go on a girl's day out, Shannon. It would do you good, even if you're not used to it. I even go on those from time to time, the last one was a determined effort to find the most ridiculous ties I could find, just to add to my suit wardrobe." He winks. "Kit, you're on bedrest for another twenty four hours, then light activity for the next week. You have to give your ribs time to heal, even with Shannon helping to promote healing. Clear?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "But... but... damn it! Neither of you are going to let this whole shopping thing go, are you?" Shannon crosses her arms in front of her, pouting in a rather comical fashion. "Fine, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Much." Both Kit and Dr. McCoy get a huge hug, but she is too tired to do much else, other than flop down in her chair. "I promise I'll eat and rest tonight so we can get to some of your healing tomorrow, m'kay?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Beast? Good at parkour? Naaaah, it's not like he's built for it. Kit just laughs at the idea and muses, "Wouldn't mind people showing off at that sort of thing, gives me something to work towards." Then he looks to Shannon and shakes his head, "Not a chance." he says with a grin. "Take your time, though just remember. The quicker you help me get healed, the quicker we can hit the mall." the last bit of that statement said with a grin.

In all seriousness though, Kit does nod to the order for at least twenty four hours bed-rest and a weeks recovery beyond that. "Sounds about right.. No worries, I won't go doing anything stupid for the next week at least.. Though something tells me that'd be hard to do, since I'm fairly certain I'm going to have a cat watching the exits to this place for at least a few days.."

Beast has posed:
"Good for Jax. He has his head screwed on right, most of the time," Beast replies, with a chuckle, rising as he puts away the machine and locks the cabinet again. "Well, maybe a -little- bit of showing off, it will at least be educational." He accepts the hug from the angel girl with a warmth, giving her a pat between the wings in return, then informs. "And now, I am going to catch up on sleep. My body still thinks it's midnight."

With an eyeroll at this, he tucks the ipad where it belongs and cracks his neck side to side. "I'll check up again later." Before he heads out.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles and nods, drawing back from the hug after a few moments. "Rest well when you get there, Dr. McCoy. Oh... I've got a message in to miss Grey to see if I can get my folks cleared for a Thanksgiving visit. They've asked after you a couple times. I'll tell them you said hi."

     She, too, heads for the door, although she pauses to turn, glancing back over her shoulder. "Those sandwiches and soup went to my toes already, but that's my gift talking. My metabolism shoots way up when healing someone, so I've got to eat. If you're still hungry, I could bring something back for you, too?"

Jax Miller has posed:
    A cat watching the exits? Hah. Preposterous. One cat could never watch all the exits, no matter how well motivated. A dozen cats, now, could comfortably watch the whole place and still have time to nap in shifts. Look, there's one on the windowsill now, just chilling out, occasionally glancing inside before going back to perfecting the feline yoga pose known as 'the loaf'.

    A larger cat enters the wellness office then, bipedal, human sized if not human shaped, with a gait that makes almost no sound. Almost. There is, after all, the rustling of cloth since Jax is dressed for comfort.

    For the first time in... well, ever, really, by anyone's reckoning, his fur is not looking magazine perfect. It is in fact downright ruffled, as if he's only just gotten out of bed. More importantly, a patch has been shaven over his right brow to allow for several stitches, and most of his right hand is wrapped in bandages, leaving only the thumb to protrude. Like he lost an argument with a particularly big line backer.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit takes note of Jax after a moment and his ears perk up for a moment, then fold back as he chuckles quietly, "You look about as good as I feel.." he says quietly, his voice getting a bit more serious as he asks, "Seriously though, how are you doing?"

Shannon's mention of aditional food gets a glance from the Aardwolf who licks at one side of his maw, giving a little grin, "Anything involving meat would be amazing, if there's anything left after the feline feeding frenzy the other night." he says, then tilts his head and adds, "And Shannon? Thanks again."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Protein... calcium... you speak my language, Kit." Chortling to herself, she rubs her hands together. "I'll go put together a tray with a crapton of sandwich fixings, and we each just make our own. See how wild we can make them and still have them be edible. Sans termites, sorry." With that, she slips out the door, although she does pass by Jax on his way in. He is, unless he is particularly agile or wishing to avoid such pleasantries, pulled in for a brief hug on her way by to the kitchen!

     "Hey you... I'll be back shortly with some sandwich fixings and we can have a little party up in here... you should ask Kit about his good news!"

     And with that cryptic message, she's off to get some goodies!

Jax Miller has posed:
    Avoid a hug? Never! Nay never! In fact, Jax wraps his right arm around Shannon in reply and squeezes her into that one armed hug. "Will do. And thanks for looking after him."

    With a last wink, the cat mutant ambles over to the bed of the stricken Aardwolf and sits himself down in a chair, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. Lean forward. Cup chin in left hand, support said hand with left elbow on knee. Raise eyebrows. Remember that right eyebrow hurts. Slooooowly lower right eyebrow, to continue the lopsided semi-glare.

    It'd be more impressive if the band-aid on his right ear didn't make him look ever so slightly comical.

    "Luckily I feel as good as you look, so I probably get the better of that deal today. Good news, I hear?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Shannon gets a nod from the yeen at the mention of just.. sandwich buffet and hanging with friends in recovery! "Sounds like an amazing plan." he says with a smile. "Oo, by the way.. Top shelf near the fridge, my little black box is up there. Since we didn't get to enjoy the turkish delights last night, I'm actually glad I saved a batch for later nomming."

Then kit lays his ears to the side a little at the glare he's receiving from Jax, though he is also fighting the urge to giggle a little. After a moment he reaches to the table near him and holds up, of all things, a Social Security Card! Then picks up the rest of his documentation as he muses, "I'm finally legal.. Well," he pauses and chuckles before his lips split into an evil grin again, "At least in one sense."

He'll offer the documents over to view if the feline wishes, then holds up a paw after a moment and beckons him over.

It's a strange sight to see a creature as theoretically intimidating as the Aardwolf doing their best impression of 'beggy puppy eyes', but he can pull the look off surprisingly well.

Whether it works or not though, that's the question.

Jax Miller has posed:
    It's impossible to keep looking stern. It's just not in his nature to begin with, but to be confronted with puppy eyes /and/ brand new citizenship? Jax melts, his ears going into full perk and usual smile returning to his face. "Awesome! We gotta celebrate this in proper style. Hotdogs on a grill, fireworks, and a football game. Or baseball, whichever you prefer. But, y'know, give you the full, proper welcome to the good ol' US of A party."

    And yes, he does lean in. Just so he can whisper. "I suggest sorting your health insurance first, from everything I've been hearing."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
When Jax leans in, Kit is going to reach over, very gently grab and fluffle his cheeks, then lick him right between the eyes with that long ass tongue of his before giving a smile, his ears still folded back a bit as he murmurs, "Sorry you got caught up in all of this.." with a little sigh. "This is why I do the things I do, though.. People like that hunter exist and honestly? I can't stand the idea of standing by while other people get hurt."

Yup, serious yeen is being serious now. He doesn't respond to the idea of the party for now though, since important things to say and all, or more accurately, things he considers important. "As for the creature that showed up.. you do realize why it came, yes?" he asks after a moment, tilting his head a little.

Nightingale has posed:
     There is, however, another creature that shows up in the Wellness Office. It's a familiar-looking being, with wings, long pale gold hair, and dressed in loose, long teal cotton pants and a matching tunic tank top. But look! This creature comes bearing a tray, laden with sliced meats and cheeses of all sorts, with condiments and good, warm crusty bread for slicing and sharing!

     When Shannon had mentioned bringing by a party tray, she -meant- a party tray!

     "Beware healers bearing gifts!"

Jax Miller has posed:
    "Yeah, because of the mage thing. Mage hunter, kind of gave it away." Jax responds with a grin. "But now that we know they're around, they're gonna find it a whole lot harder to get to you." Which, in essence, seems to also deal with the 'sorry you got involved in this' thing. While also, not to subtly, perhaps inferring that working together /as a team/ might be more beneficial to all involved, rather than going lone wolf. Inferred pun intended.

    Just before Shannon enters, Jax leans in and licks Kit across the cheek with a soft purr, and then straightens back up when a winged bearer of convalescent condiments arrives. "You're right. We shall have to be cautious. Just to be on the safe side, we will have to taste test all of that. It's the only responsible thing to do."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit chuckles a little, though his ears stay back for a moment as he explains. "It is a Daemon, a creature that represents some of the most primal aspects of creation.. That one represents fear." he explains, tilting his head a little. Shannon's entrance and the sight of food makes Kit give a glance, makes his ears perk up and gets him grinning for a moment, "Beware, huh? Since when have I ever been wary of friends bringing food?"

Then he looks to Jax again and continues, "It showed up because I was terrified and that was the first time it's ever showed up to one of my fights. I know the world I come from, I've accepted what that means for me and I've lived with it so far.." There's a little pause and a tilt of his head before he adds, "It showed up because I was terrified that you two would get hurt and it would have been my fault.. I can't keep either of you in the dark after this, I know that, but... please, try to be patient with me..? I know what I do is reckless and I know it's dangerous, but there is a reason why I have to." Then there's a pause and a little wince before he adds, "By the way, I really wish I had been able to introduce you to this sort of thing in a much gentler way.."