13953/Hospital Pizza

Hospital Pizza
Date of Scene:	15 November 2021
Location:	Bellevue Hospital - Lower Manhattan
Synopsis:	Pizza on a bus stop bench with friends. What's not to love? I swear, I'm being a good boi!
Cast of Characters:	Kit Killovarras, Deadpool, Nightingale

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Kit Killovarras has posed:
Well, with a visit to a friend concluded and a yeen in his typical attire of hoodie and baggy pants, Kit makes his way out of the hospital as quietly as ever, making his way out the doors without grabbing too much attention. He's not moving particularly fast, nor is he moving with any real purpose, just wandering as per the normal in the cool evening air.

He is however, as alert as he normally is, even if he doesn't seem to be. Alert, bordering on the fringes of paranoia is typically the standard for a yeen walking along, though it's a standard that doesn't seem to bother him much.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool was having a rather pleasant day, he didn't really have any contracts at the time as he'd cleared most of them but had found himself turning a few of them down as of late, as if he had devloped some new kind of conscious...that that hadn't stopped him from stealing a pizza delivery guy's clothes, pizza and skateboard.

Deadpool was certainly enjoying his time despite how little he fit into the outfit he had stolen when he spotted a familiar gate and outfit. In typical Deadpool fashion he attempted to do something stupid to try and look cool.

As Deadpool was making his way up the sidewalk he spotted an oncoming car just ahead of Yeen, he picked up speed then turned onto the road,heading straight for the car. The driver of the car of course tried to swerve away, but it was too late. Deadpool near enough lunged over the car, ollieing over the roof before the board slid out from under him and he landed face first in the cold asphalt, his board pathetically skating off to one side.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit takes a moment to watch this all pan out, watches the poor driver skid to a stop a little ways down the road, to which the yeen calls out, "It's fine, he's fine, he's a meta-human being a dumbass, he'll survive!" to the paniced driver.. Who very quickly goes from panicked to pissed, screams a string of profanity at the broken-looking Deadpool, slams his door and drives away!

Once the driver is off in a huff, the yeen will crouch down near the pizza, open the box and take a slice as he muses, "Hey Red.. Can we try not being a dick to pedestrian drivers? You're gonna give someone a fucking heart attack.." with a chuckle.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool slowly pushed off the ground, feeling like a burger that was getting flipped, he grabbed ahold of his jaw which seemed to be a little...out of place, and simply just snapped it back and moved it around ever so slightly before speaking "hey...it looked good"

Of course, Deadpool was too wrapped up in his own fun to care about the effects of his mischeif "but hey, what are you complaining about? guy just got a funny story and i didn't even dent his car, and also, that pizza isn't for you, it's for..." he then reached into his pocket and pulled out a receit "god that guy's handwriting is terrible" before just grabbing his own slice of pizza.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"Street pizza.." Kit says, as if it's a justification after taking a bite of the stolen slice. Then he picks up the box and starts walking towards a bench, "Pick yourself up off the asphalt and put yourself back together somewhere you wont get disassembled again, Red." he says with a chuckle.

There is a moment where he just pauses in his nibbling and watches the pajama clad moron, tilting his head a little before he just laughs to himself quietly. "Must be nice, being indestructible by the way.."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool slowly clambered to his feet, well only one before he fell down and had to fix an anervingly twisted ankle and then he was finally back together. He soon joined kit on the bench and grabbed himself a slice as he began to talk, not bothering to swallow before speaking "it helps, given my line of work, but it isn't nice, still feel it, doesn't get any easier, but it doesn't stay i guess so it's nice in that aspect" he leaned back in the bench while he rambled on about his healing factor, taking bites inbetween stretches of words.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit watches Deadpool as he re-breaks himself enough to fix himself and then hopefully not fall on his face, all the while enjoying his food despite the wet popping noises. "I mean, being able to feel it is one thing, but realistically I'm in pain every moment of the day, so oh well." he gives a shrug, polishing off his first slice by this point and, as per decorum when chatting over pizza, he doesn't finish between thoughts either. "Being able to just shug off injuries like that would be useful though with how my body works.. Means I wouldn't have to worry about my limits as much."

Nightingale has posed:
     What. The. FUCKERY.

     Shannon swore a blue streak as she went to check in on Kit, only to find him missing from the Wellness Office. AT NIGHT. For him, this could not bode well. Having learned all too well from the last time, she geared up in her black bodysuit, pinning up her hair beneath a black knit cap to keep it out of her way. Her quiver is strapped to her thigh, her collapsible bow is slung within easy reach, and her collapsible bo staff is in its holder on her forearm. That, and a full medkit is taken with her, just in case.

     Not that she would EVER need it, right? Right!

     Hope sprung eternal, as she took to the skies, only hovering above the school long enough to fire off a very terse, colorful text to Kit.

     <<Where the (insert descriptive emojis here) are you?!>>

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool for once slowed down his eating, as if he had come across a thought so complex that it lagged his body, he finished up his slice swiftly and didn't immediately go for another before speaking "you can't just give me a half story, if you're going to bring up stuff like limits, how your body works and such, at least go ahead and explain, leaving me guessing doesn't make for good conversation"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit gives Deadpool a glance as he starts in on his second slice, tilting his head a little, "Well, you know how mutants have powers, right?" he explains... Of course it's a half-truth, but he's not exactly going to sit here and explain Homo Magi to a man he doesn't think could comprehend it. "Well, mine hurt.. Every time I use them, they cause damage to my body." He gives a little shrug and then? His phone goes off, so he retrieves it and starts typing something into it.

<<YeenBean: I'm near Bellevue Hospital, I just went to visit Jack.>>
<<YeenBean: Currently at the bus stop out front of the building, eating pizza with a friend.>>

What he doesn't, or likely hasn't fully explains is that Jack is the other teenaged mutant who Kit had crippled in a street fight a little over a month ago... Oh well, with the message sent off he gives Deadpool another glance and shrugs a little, adding to his prior thought. "If I didn't have to worry as much about my body falling apart, I could focus more on getting stronger, pain be damned."

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, at least that was something. All at once, Shannon breathed a sigh of relief, and then grumbled, taking off and making a beeline for Bellevue. "Bedlam's more like it," she mutters, becoming one with the night and heading for a rendezvous with her friend.

     But there was a deep groan as she neared the location, spotting an all-too-familiar red-and-black clad figure. Though she had been kind to him, and even to a point liked him, their last encounters had taught her a healthy respect and to give him a bit of a wide berth. She backwings her way to hover just above the pair on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hello, Wade... Kit..."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool listened in to the conversation rather intently, there was something about this weird hyena person that had seriously caught his attention, not really enough to stop him from eating but slowed him down occasionally "well...i'm probably not the best person to talk about this, but i would see it some what like exercise? people say pain is weakness leaving your body...so maybe that pain is a sign you're doing something right?" he mused as the conversation went on.

When the new woman appeared, Deadpool looked between kit and said woman, figuring they knew each other but after he was greeted he decided to lean over to kit and question him "did i shoot her too?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit shakes his head and glances to Deadpool again, "Last time I used my power too much I wound up with broken ribs.. the time before that I nearly died from internal hemorrhaging.." he says as he takes a bite, sort of talking around his teeth.. Again, half truths.. The internal hemorrhaging had been caused by a mutant with repulsion field powers slamming into him at top speed.. But oh well.

When Shannon lands he perks up his ears, but then sort of, splays them out to the sides and gives a simple, "Before you freak out, The doc said I only needed to be on bed-rest for twenty four hours, it's been thirty five and I wanted to share the good news with Jack..." he says, actually taking the time to stop and swallow before speaking this time. As if to emphasize that fact, he tugs a manila envelope out of his hoodie pocket.. Only some of the documents would be in there, but all the same.

Then Deadpool asks that question and Kit stops for a moment, then slides the envelope back into his pocket and tilts his head, "Good question.. Hey, has Red ever shot you?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shakes her head, allowing herself a little bit of a smile as she finally lands next to Kit. She does give him a once-over, glancing at him and checking visually for any signs of further injury. Good, perhaps both had lucked out this time. "No, he hasn't. Though I do remember a time he was actually kind and tried to teach me a little bit about using a bo staff. Oddly enough, though, my cat Squeakers was a Christmas present from him a couple years ago. Little furball isn't so little anymore, by the way, Wade, and he's doing very well. My furry little study buddy."

Deadpool has posed:
deadpool was a little releaved to hear that this wasn't some one he had negative baggage with, only to then hear a series of events and actions he of course did not remember in the slightest. "i don't think i even know how to use a bo staff, and realistically, who calls a cat squeakers? that's more like a hamster's name...did you feed a hamster to it or something?" it seemed these pieces of his memory were much more fractured then him shooting Kit

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit just pauses at the back-and-forth between Shannon and Deadpool before he explains, "You know.. I have a theory." he says after the pause, finishing off his second slice. "I know he can survive just about anything, but I don't think his brain grows back quite right sometimes.. Maybe he loses something if he takes damage to certain parts of the brain? Like, disrupted memory retention.." Yeah, now the teenaged yeen is coming up with theories as to why the clown in red pajamas who shot him, doesn't remember shooting him or giving Shannon a pet..

Shannon gets a look and a little smile when she doesn't react the way he was expecting. Then something clicks and he just laughs a little, nearly losing half a bite of his slice before he snaps his maw shut, swallows, then asks, "Wait, is this dude part of the reason I saw you take out those arms dealers so easily..? Really?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's brows flick upwards as she listens to Kit, tilting her head to one side. She lets out a short whuff of laughter, shaking her head. "Actually, no. I had further training with the staff, plus there are a lot of things I've been involved with that I just don't talk about. I'll tell you when we get home later. Wait... you thought that was -easy-?! Ha, that's a good one." It seems someone took a dim view of her own skills, wrinkling her nose and chuckling in a rather self-deprecating way.

     Which brought them back to the matter of Wade. Settling down on the bench near the two, she just looks over at him for a few moments, scuffing the toes of her black boots along the pavement a few times. "You were pretty messed up the last time I saw you. Bad memory problems then, too. You okay this time?"

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool was still in the middle of a slice as he spoke, handing one over to Shannon so she could join the pizza bench party "well...i'm not dead, so i guess i'm fine...which i suppose means i'll always be fine!" he lets out a chuckle before thinking back as far as he could, trying to figure out his own memory "i wouldn't say anything is going missing, it's not getting worse...i think i need to start taking notes or writing an autobiography at this point"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Shannon is going to get stared at by those slightly glowing eyes for a moment, tongue giving a click after a moment before he nudges her and laughs. "We really need to work on your self esteem, cause girl you were awesome that night, not gonna lie." he says with a little grin, then sticks his tongue out at her playfully.

Deadpool gets a sidelong glance a moment or two later and he nods, "Writing things down somewhere might actually work.. I mean, my grandfather actually has a series of journals the size of a small library for the sake of being able to remember most of his life." He gives a little grin, then adds, "Three hundred or so years, you tend to lose at least some memories throughout, ya know?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just pins Kit with a perfectly deadpan stare, one that might well send chills down anyone else's spine. "What I had was the element of surprise, and shit luck. Had those arms dealers been any better trained, and had the sense to look for an attack from the air, we might not be having this conversation."

     Her tone softens with the offer of pizza, gratefully accepted and raised in salute. "Merci, monsieur Wilson." She nibbles on the edges of her slice of pie, uttering a little sigh of delight. "There are some simple pleasures in the world, and good fresh pizza is one of them."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool just let out a slightly irritated sigh as the two bickered just trying to enjoy his rightfully stolen pizza "you've both weirdly got a point, arms dealers are very paranoid people, but they don't make up for it in perception" he snickered a little as what passed for a fun memory replayed in his head

Deadpool was glad things seemed as if they were going to calm down when Shannon took the pizza, looking to her with a faked angery expression and telling her "don't you french me" before smirking and giving a nod at the statement, stuffing his mouth with pizza as he shouted "and how to that!"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
When Shannon goes and scolds him, Kit's ears fold back and he gets this sort of defeated look as he stares at her, then explains, "My point is that you're good with a staff.. Don't sell yourself short just because it was a shitty situation.." with a little sigh, then looks out towards the street and adds, "Seriously.. you've saved my sorry ass twice now, Shannon.. I've watched you pull off things I couldn't even begin to, so hearing you rag on yourself like that fucking sucks.."

There's no response to Deadpool trying to be the 'middle ground' in that discussion, nope! Just going to let the topic of the arms dealers drop at that point.