14092/A day in the Rec Room.

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A day in the Rec Room.
Date of Scene: 27 January 2022
Location: Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Pizza and good company in the Rec Room led to strange and amusing conversations.
Cast of Characters: Cannonball, Genesis, Storm, Kit Killovarras, Phoenix




Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie has the day off from the club, and is at the mansion, spending a bit of time just relaxing. He is currently at the pool table playing a bit of pool just working on shots, and running the table since he is the only one playing He has a soda and snacks nearby.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis strode in quietly. He was a shorter, thin, boy with pale blue skin and sickly eyes hazed over with a pink/red glare, the darker orbs within giving some indication of where he might be looking at any given moment. He waited a tempo to speak, but his presence, and the way he changed the room by entering it, settled down with palpabale weight and severity. He stood by the table now, looking at Samuel for a long while and then spoke.

"I enjoy this game, Mr. Guthrie." despite not being asked, and there was a boyish expectation waiting for Samuel on Evan's face. 'Please invite me to play with you.' it seemed to say.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to the kid, and lets his cue rest on the table. "You know how to play 8 ball and 9 ball?" He will ask the kid. He does move to start racking the balls, as they are talking. "I remember when I first played on this table, when I got here at the mansion. Berto and I used to play alot. You want to play? If your still learning, might be able to show ya a few things."

Genesis has posed:
Genesis watched Samuel setup the game of pool, his eyes tracking the movement of the balls and Sam's finger tips. He was a slight boy of some maturity now, but thin. His shoulders where squared out like most of the students in their rigourous physical training, but even shape and form couldn't fully compensate. His eyes seemed unfocused, as if his attention where either drifting or his mind working on something. His hazy red eyes are disquieting and uncanny, and often his stare which is almost ever present, is unwelcome.

"I like the way the tiny adjustments and mistakes on the first hit play out larger and larger as the energy moves from the epicenter." he glanced up to Samuel and explained honestly, "I find some similes to be profound, and necessary like...the way you gulp air."

Storm has posed:
Outside, there is snow that has started to fall. It is the season for it, after all, though the sky itself is only slightly cloudy and partly sunny at the same time. The flakes of it are intermittent and light, glistening and pretty in their own wintery way. Some of those snowflakes are speckled in Storm's white hair which is braided at her back, some melted already while others have managed to linger for a bit longer in their crystalline structures. That she was outside is, thus, an obvious thing.

A long black leather coat rests over her shoulders, and as she makes her way into the rec room, she lightly shrugs out of it. A long-sleeved light blue shirt, a pair of black jeans and a pair of mid-calf winter boots completes what she's wearing for today. She pauses for a moment to simply watch the pair of students for a moment, then watching as the balls are racked up. "Energy is oft an interesting sort of thing, transferring from one thing to another," she says, a smile tugging at her lips. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," she adds, inclining her head slightly towards them both, in greeting. She steps further into the room and starts to make her way towards the bar, her coat draped over her left forearm.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit at the comment of gulping air, but he offers a smile and says "The whole game is really about how the transfer goes, and setting up for the next." He will motion towards the cues on the wall. Sam's seems to be his own, a case nearby. "Grab a cue, and you can break." He tells Genesis. As Storm comes in, he looks over and offers a smile "Hello Miss Monroe." Sam maybe an X-man, and an adult now, but some habits are hard to break.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis echoed Sam's greeting, "Hello Miss Monroe." as he carefully took up a queue, and smoothed his finger tips along its length and then setup wrecklessly on the felt and chipped the que ball right into the pocket without bothering with the mess of hitting the other balls. He moved cautiously to the pocket and retreived his ball, and placed it on the felt again.

This break was better, but nothing dropped, Evan stared at the motion of the balls mezmerized for a moment and very still. "Miss Monroe, what would you like to discuss today?" his tone rising with a hint of curiosity.

Storm has posed:
There's a nod that Ororo gives to Samuel at his words about the game of 8-ball, and a smile easily returns to her features. "It is, that is true," she says in agreement. "Predicting how it will transfer from the cue to the ball and along the rest of the chain from there. How hard or soft to hit it, to hit it high or low or to one side or the other in order to earn the desired effect. The angles are important as well," she adds, a thoughtful note coming to her voice. Though she understands these assorted things are important, whether or not she's actually good at the game remains to be seen.

"How have you been doing, Samuel?" she asks, curiosity in her voice. Her attention is turned to him as she addresses him, though it shifts to a seat at the bar once she's nearer there, and she hangs her coat along the back of it. As she starts to head behind the bar, she looks to the pool table to watch the initial break -- the false start of one and the real one -- and a smile tugs the corners of her lips. "Well done, with the break, Evan. How are things going for you, Evan?" she asks. She chuckles softly, then gives a slight shake of her head. "I cannot say that I had a particular topic on my mind, for today. At least, not as of yet," she adds, a touch of amusement to her voice.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Aaaand, queue the sentient mound of blanket that walks into the room, sort of wibbling a little as he walks, entirely blind with only his snoot poking out from inside the mound. Being nocturnal is a thing and this is a little earlier than Kit normally gets up, but he's awake never the less!

Eventually, the wrapped-up individual makes their way to a bean bag chair and just sort of flomps into it, becoming a mound of blanket curled up on a blue ball of stuffed fabric that almost resembles the start of some weird snowman sort of thing. Eventually, the snoot that's poking out of the mound opens and issues a wide yawn, revealing all of his fangs and pin-like teeth for a moment along with an excessively long, ashen black tongue.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Storm, and says "Been doing pretty good, working with Berto on a concert at the club." He tells her. He looks over to Genesis and says "Here let me show you a few things." He will show him the proper way to hold the cue, and then says "As Miss Monroe said, depending on what angle you hit it will effect how the ball you hit moves, but also the cue ball's movement after it is hit. He takes a shot, and the cue rolls back to line up another shot "Like that." As the blankets come in, he smiles "Hey Kit." he offers towards the blankets.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis attempted to use the lesson to benefit his position in the game. He might look to Sam as he spoke, he might look and greet Kit, but his eyes where on a tether to the undeniable Kenyan beauty and kept returning over and over and over. On one such glance to Ororo, he inadvertantly sliced the queball making a hollow 'pank' with the tip of his stick and sent the ball into a violent spin. The ball had almost zero motion across the table, and sat there, whirling itself out.

This finally seemed to break Ororo's spell, and Evan stared at the ball, his eyes intensifying until tiny white orbs appeared in the center, like a mirror reflecting a distant open door to the outside.

Storm has posed:
The entrance of the blanket-mound that is Kit earns Ororo's attention, and she raises an eyebrow slightly as she watches him come forth and settle into one of the bean bag chairs. She's a touch amused by his current appearance, and there are at least enough bits of him sticking out to know it's him. "Good afternoon, Kit. Would you care for anything?" she offers, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Or would anyone else care for something, since I am here?" she offers, lifting her right hand to gesture slightly towards the assorted soda fountains at the bar. She retrieves a glass with ease and adds a few ice cubes into the bottom of it, perhaps giving her own selection a moment's worth of thought.

Her attention turns to Samuel, and she gives a nod at his answer. "I am pleased to hear it, Samuel. When will the concert be, and are you allowed to say who it will be?" she asks, curious once again. Her words have a mild touch of her Egyptian accent to them, one that lingers even with the time she's spent in New York City since leaving Egypt. "Do you enjoy working at the club?" she asks. There are times when she has questions to ask, and other times when she is quieter, it seems to depend largely on her mood. Her blue gaze slips over to Evan, watching as he attempts the shot that sends the cue ball a-spinning in place. She tilts her head a touch to one side, taking note of the intensity with which he stares at the cue ball. "Go ahead and try the shot again," Ororo says, giving a small nod to him. "Is this your first time to play?" she asks, curious anew.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"Anything with an excessive amount of caffeine." Kit says after a moment and another long yawn, then shakes the covers away from his head as he licks at one side of his maw, then he notices Genesis and tilts his head a little before the queue-ball suddenly stops spinning. "Aim just below the center of the ball, use your thumb as a guide to keep it on track." he says with a little smile. "Don't aim too far down or you'll chip it off the table."

Then the yeen takes a moment to stretch, a few joints popping quietly as he does. He lets the blanket fall down around his body a little, revealing a simple tan tunic. Well? At least he's wearing cloths, right?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and wonders if all of them maybe confusing Genesis a bit, so he keeps quiet about the game at least for a moment. He holds up his drink he has on a table with some snacks near the pool table "Thanks, but Ah planned ahead." He tells the lady. He does smirk a bit at the Yeen, but again is quiet for now.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis looked between Storm and Kit, and then to Sam with his heavy gaze. Setting himself to try again as he adopted his own unique and personal look of determination; a look that was objectively terrfying. It was a glimpse of the future. A future with two fully matured En Sabah Nur. His body may have been meek compared the gods and goddesses present but his eyes and his brow were pure progenitor, as if Apocalypse himself peered breifly out from behind them.

He struck the ball with a vivid 'SOCK' sound and the ball dropped into its pocket, happy to hidden from him.

"I mosty play by myself." he explained to Storm.

Storm has posed:
A second glass is retrieved, and Ororo spills a trio of ice cubes into it. A cola is dispensed for that glass, and into her own she dispenses an orange soda before adding a bit of vanilla to it. With the glasses in hand, she steps over to where Kit is, offering the glass to him. "Your liquid caffeine," Storm says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She lifts her own glass to take a sip, then looks over towards Samuel before giving a chuckle at his words. "So I see, and it appears to be a good selection, as well," she says with a smile. It's always pleasing to see that people are comfortable enough here to help themselves.

Ororo lifts her glass to take a sip of her drink, and her attention turns to Evan, watching as he takes the shot again. She studies him for a moment, but if there's anything of him that disturbs her, she speaks not of it. She gives a small nod in response to his words, and a smile touches at the corners of her lips as she starts to make her way over towards the pool table. "Practicing is always good. It is how we become better, how we hone our skills. And there are times when it leads to learning new things as well. Such as hopping the cue ball over another that sits in the way, or the angles for bank shots, or making the cue ball roll backwards after it has made impact with the ball that you intend to hit," she says, a thoughtful tone rising to the words.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit takes the glass with a little, "Thank you." when it's offered to him and kills off about half of it within the first drink! Thirsty yeen was thirsty. After that though he simply watches Genesis once again take a shot, sending the ball to it's hidey-hole and gives a little chuckle, "May I?" he asks with a tilt of his head, ears perking up ever so slightly.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will step back and nods, letting the two younger men play for a bit. He seems ok with it, and will munch a bit of his chips. Sam has became a teacher here over the years, and seems he is content with the two working with one another.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis adopted a neutral posture with his body language that wasn't even remotely neutral. His gaze dropped onto Kit, lids closing slightly, his shoulders tensed. His arm jerked outward with the stick offered to Kit. His head tilted back as he approached, tracking his face as it rose above him on approach.

Evan looked like he might take a breath, like he wanted to, but he never needed to. He felt like the indignity of drinking the fluid that everyone was bathing in just to oxidize a few sugar molecules was hardly worth the notion. When he spoke, he produced his own nitrogen to vibrate the air and produce sound. He liked nitrogen because of how it didn't taste.

"Yes, you may."

Storm has posed:
As she reaches the pool table, Ororo stops and takes a moment to survey the lay of the balls on the table. There's a glance cast towards Kit at his words, his now half-empty glass taken note of. "Thirsty, a bit?" she asks, sounding a touch amused. "Perhaps I ought have chosen a larger glass for you," she adds, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her attention turns back to the table, and she lifts her glass to take a sip of her soda. "Since there is nothing that is sunk as of yet, you could play cutthroat. It is a three player game of pool," she offers, lifting her free hand to make a slight gesture towards the table.

She steps aside for a moment to snag one of the stools from the bar area, and once she's returned with it, she settles on it, one of her feet dangling free whilst the other rests on a rung. Making herself comfortable, it would seem, and turning her attention back to the pool table. "You may also find it helps to use the chalk before each shot that you take," Ororo offers, lending her own bit of advice.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Storms comment to him killing off half his soda in one go does get a little grin as he muses, "I typically am when I'm just waking up." Then Kit watches the response from Genesis for a moment before taking the stick with a smile, "Thank you.." he says with a little chuckle, though the smile suddenly becomes a confused look momentarily and he just rubs at his muzzle slightly. he shakes his head ever so slightly before musing, "Didn't know it was possible to smell static.." with a sudden laugh.

Then a paw is offered to Genesis, "Name's Kit by the way, don't think we've met."

Eventually, regardless of response, Kit will go to take a shot, leaning over the table from a few angles before finally settling on an angle. Then he'll retrieve the scratched cue, setting it where he needs it before giving it a firm tap!

He's not great at the game either, but he does manage to just barely sink a solid ball.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie starts to say something and his phone rings. He pulls it out and looks to see who it. He looks over to the three "Ah need to take this and it maybe a bit, so you guys finish out the game, will catch ya'll later." He says as he answers the phone putting his cue away in it's case.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis touched Kit's hand with his and nodded. "Evan." he said in a sort of common place lie he was now used to telling and everyone was now used to hearing.

He let Samuel slip out without much acknowledgement, but once gone he amused himself with "Master Samsung." his savage reduction of modern phone culture, never did two words express so much disdain. Though he did not smile or laugh at his own joke, it did seem to relax him. "Do I stink, Miss Monroe?" he wondered.

Storm has posed:
There's a soft chuckle to Kit's words, and Storm nods once to him. "That is often the case with many, upon first waking," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She watches as he takes the cue, and she falls quiet for the time being. Though one of her eyebrows quirks up with a touch of curiosity at his comment about Evan's smell, something that she hadn't previously been aware of. She hasn't the nose that Kit does. She watches him take a shot, and she gives a small nod at the sinking of the solid ball. "Good shot, Kit," she says, a smile coming to her features.

She looks over to Samuel at the ringing of his phone, and then she gives a small nod to him. "I hope all is well, Samuel. Until later," she says, watching him for a moment. Then she looks over to the pair left at the table, watching neither of them more than the other for a moment. Yet at the question asked of her by Evan, she looks to him and tilts her head a touch to one side before giving her head a shake of initial answer. "No, Evan, not at all," she says, a gentle tone to her voice and a smile touching her lips. She is the sort that would likely say if she felt a person did stink, when they asked it of her. "Some people, such as Kit, have noses that are very sensitive to smells, so they smell things differently," she adds, lifting her free hand to make a slight gesture towards the yeen.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
There's another shot taken, though this one doesn't sink anything, so the yeen offers the cue back to Genesis and offers a little chuckle. "Everyone has a different scent and yours isn't exactly the first one to throw my senses a little. Met a guy when I was heading to America who constantly smelled like nacho cheese, which is weird for a guy who couldn't eat dairy."

There's a glance towards Sam as his phone rings and his departure, which get a simple, "Later Mr. Guthrie." Then his attention goes to Ororo and he just shrugs, "I learned a bit of how to play when I was living in central park. Wasn't much else to do around there at night."

Phoenix has posed:
Does Jean play pool? That might be a good question. She walks into the rec room carrying several boxes of pizza using the pink of her telekinesis. "Anybody hungry?" she asks as she takes in who's where. She observes the game of pool in progress and floats the boxes to the nearest open table or counter space. Thankfully, there is already a soda fountain and refridgerators there, so she hadn't had to bring drinks too.

Once she's sat the pizzas down, Jean moves toward those fridges and retrieves herself an orange soda from within. "Help yourselves." She leans against the counter and settles to watch the pool game.

Genesis has posed:
"I'm trying." Evan said blandly, as if he thought he just needed more time from Jean when in fact she was offering pizza. He transfixed Jean with his heavy, sickly gaze. Red hazy sclera, dark rings hinting where he was looking, with tiny bright orbs in the center as if he were looking into a distant star.

He took his turn to shoot a ball across the table, it bounced pleasantly a few times but did not advance his score.

"Kit, what does Miss Grey smell like?"

Storm has posed:
"Even if two people were to wear the same perfume, they would both wear it differently. Their own individual scents would be affected differently by it. Each person's chemistry is unique to them, even if that chemistry is based on similar functions of a body," Ororo Munroe says,a thoughtful tone to her voice. For her part, though she doesn't wear much of it, she smells of susinum, which is an Egyptian perfume made of lily, myrrh, and cinnamon. One of her eyebrows quirks up at Kit's comment about the person he'd known, and she makes a thoughtful sort of sound but otherwise doesn't add anything. She gives a nod to Kit as he explains where he'd picked up playing, and a smile quirks her lips. "There are not a lot of things to do in that area at night, and learning to play pool is at least one of the least harmful things," she comments, inclining her head slightly towards him.

As Jean enters, Storm looks towards her friend and smiles warmly. "Ah, good afternoon, Jean," she offers in greeting, a warm tone to the words. "The pizza is a great idea! I was starting to feel hungry," she adds, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. She lifts her glass of orange soda to take a sip of it, and then she shifts her weight to get to her feet in order to step over towards the bar in order to fetch napkins to go along with the pizza.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"You mean other than what her shampoo and laundry detergent add?" Theres a little pause from the yeen as he looks to Jean, his nose just barely twitching before he explains, "Fire smoke, mostly. Sort of like the smell from a distant forest fire actually, though not quite as intense as being right near the flames.."

There's a sheepish little grin when Ororo mentions how playing pool is one of the 'safer' things to do at night there, giving a little chuckle as he muses, "I'd honestly like to think that part of town's been a bit safer of a place lately." When it comes back to his turn, he starts leaning, observing the table and looking for a shot to take, though he gets distracted by the smell of pizza and licks at the side of his maw. The fact that when he takes his shot and winds up scratching instead of sinking his targeted ball can also be chalked up to the yummy smell, since his stomach actually growls right about the time he attempts it.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey raises a red brow but doesn't comment on the blue student's question. Instead, she turns her head to look to Kit. Curious at what the answer will be? Or warning that the answer better be acceptable? Her expression, other than the raised brow, gives nothing away. Her attention is snagged briefly by Ororo. Two people wearing the same perfume smells the same to me," she says.

She looks thoughtful, though. And though she couldn't possibly have heard anything about the nacho cheese, as it was before she entered the room, she still asks, "Does nacho cheese even have any dairy left in it? Isn't that so processed it has no dairy anymore?" Someone might avoid most nacho cheeses.

Back to Ororo, she frowns. "How is learning to play pool considered harmful?" She looks confused. "It's a game. Why do you think it's harmful?" Kit's answer brings a snort from Jean, and a small, wry grin. "Phoenix hasn't come out to play in awhile."

Genesis has posed:
"It leads to gambling, swearing and drinking, and pre-marital sex." Evan explained with his dry sense of humor, but his meter and tone was indicative that he was deep within some allusion, referring to something unspoken much the way a clever stand up comic would; an occupation he lacked the chops for or perhaps had acceptional chops for, depending on how you valued a straight face.

He placed his stick back on the rack and went to take a slice of pizza, slip it onto a place and sit down across from Jean. He mostly just looked at his pizza but seemed to enjoy doing that one some level. "It looks like..." he said with just a hint of romantacism in his voice "...the surface of some newborn planet, still cooling, mountains of molten rock cooling to one day have their majestic swirls coated with eons of dirt."

Storm has posed:
As Kit makes a clarification between what other things add to a person's scent and the person's scent themselves, Ororo tilts her head a touch to one side. It makes her wonder just what she smells like without anything else added to it. Given that she's a weather witch, she likely has a bit of that clean smell that rain brings, the crispness of winter's cold and possibly that ozone smell of lightning. Not that her human nose has any way of picking up much of those scents herself.

Ororo studies Kit for a moment, and then she gives a nod. "I have heard that crime has decreased in that area. Hopefully it will remain a trend," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She chuckles softly at the result of his attempt, having cast a glance there after coming around the bar with a stack of napkins in hand. She brings them over to the table and sets them next to the boxes of pizza. "Perhaps a bit of pizza will help your game," she comments with a touch of amusement. Then she looks to Jean, and one of her eyebrows quirks up a touch. "It is the least harmful of the things that could happen in the area of Central Park. It is only harmful if one makes a bet and loses or if one happens to shark the other person in the bet. Or if one happens to stand too close to the person taking a shot and happens to get smacked with the cue," she muses, giving a soft chuckle. She looks over to Evan and raises an eyebrow slightly at his assessment of pool, and she quirks a smile. Then she tilts her head a touch at his description of the pizza, glancing briefly to Jean before her attention turns back to him. "That is likely one of the most creative descriptions of a pizza's appearance that I have ever heard."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit sets the cue down and walks over, using a touch of magic to pull one of the pizza slices to himself as he muses, "Well, I mean at least two of those are things I've managed in the last year.." with a wide grin, not bothering to explain which. There's a little shrug from the yeen as he sits down and begins to munch, giving Genesis a little glance and a chuckle when he describes the food, but otherwise he doesn't comment.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey holds up a single finger. "But is not by itself harmful," counters Jean. "It doesn't lead everyone to gambling, swearing, or drinking." She pauses. "Or pre-marital sex." She pauses again, brow furrowing. "Wait. How is pre-marital sex harmful?" Clearly, she didn't pick up on the reference. She must not be looking too closely into anybody's minds. She chuckles at Evan's reaction to the pizza. "It does a bit, doesn't it?"

There's a nod of agreement about crime. "I hope it stays that way." But she has no real faith that it will. She has to shake her head at Ororo. "Pool in and of itself is not harmful at all. Opposite that. It teaches wonderful hand eye coordination. Patience. Aim. Even a bit of physics for how gravity, the table, and the que all affect the balls."

The orange soda is lifted for another sip. "It is one of the more creative descriptions out there for pizza." Jean has to agree on that one.

Genesis has posed:
In a softer voice, which was already usually somewhat so he explained "Doesn't all sex have inherent and supplimental risk?" as if he were some authority on the subject, being one of the few in school whos origin had no sexual basis. "And since all sex is inclusive of the set of pre-marital sex, we find that pre-marital sex shares the same set of risk elements which lead, stochastically to harm." he took a bite of the pizza and added, "That is to say we cannot predict the harm but we will see it through random distrobution and can attribute it to the pre-martial label by the aforementioned associative corolary."

Storm has posed:
There's a glance towards Kit at his words, and Ororo gives a soft chuckle. She retrieves a piece of pizza, claiming a napkin, and then she steps over to settle on a stool near to where she'd left her soda. Then she takes a bite of the pizza. Her attention turns to Jean, and she tilts her head a touch to one side before she gives a nod. "Yes, this is true. Pool in and of itself, it is not harmful or dangerous," Ororo agrees, a smile teasing at the corners of her lips. Her brow wrinkles and she gives a small shake of her head. "I was uncertain how pre-marital sex fit with being harmful as well," she says. then she gives a small nod. "Yes, it does teach those things, and more than that as well," she affirms, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips anew.

Her attention turns to Evan, and she's quiet for a few minutes as she listens to what he shares. As she listens, she eats more of the pizza held in one of her hands. "There are risks to many things, but that does not mean that those things are harmful," she says, a thoughtful tone to her voice. "There are, most likely, a great number of situations or circumstances in which the harm may not be predicted. It does not mean that the harm is not there, but accidents and unexpected things can happen," she says softly, one of her eyebrows quirking up a touch.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey shakes her head at Genesis. "Only if the pre-marital adults are non consenting and don't take precautions," she says. "Then there can be consequences. But marriage isn't a prerequsite." Jean straightens from her lean and takes her soda and herself toward the door. "Enjoy the pizza everyone. And remember to study for the English test tomorrow." She grins over her shoulder, waves her free hand at Ororo, and slips out of the room.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis nodded absently seeming nunplussed, "I was attempting to use what I have learned in class as a farce." he took a second bite of his pizza, woah. Two bites, thats a statement for Evan who doesn't need to eat at all. "The result was a statement attempting to sound both learned about sex, and equally as much of a virgin as possible." he chewed quietly and carefully and then mentioned peaceably, "I thought it was hilarious."

Storm has posed:
"That is true, there can be consequences to partaking of pre-marital sex, and there is prerequisite of consent involved to it as well," Ororo agrees, giving a small nod. A warm smile turns at the corners of her lips, and she chuckles softly at the reminder that Jean provides. "Thank you for the pizza, Jean. It's wonderful and will be thoroughly enjoyed," she promises, giving a nod. "I will come and see you later," she adds, her blue eyes bright.

Her attention turns to Evan, and she tilts her head a touch to one side, listening to what he says. "Is this the first time that you're trying pizza?" Ororo asks, a touch of curiosity to her voice. "You have an interesting and different sense of humour," she comments, studying him for a moment. Then she reaches out for her glass of soda, picking it up to take a sip of it.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis explained easily to Ororo, sounding oddly adultish for the moment "I've had a bite of a lot of things, just to try it." and then he fell back into silence, occasionally glancing to Storm to read her expression, each moment a violin strike as his sinister eyes fell upon her.

"Is it difficul?" he asked of Storm, without explaining the question.

Storm has posed:
The weather witch gives a small nod to his words, listening as he speaks. "Of the different foods and drinks that you have tried, do you have any that you would consider to be favourites, as of yet?" Ororo asks, a touch of curiosity in her voice. She settles into eating a bit more of her piece of pizza. Her expression gives away little of her emotions, for she tends to typically keep herself on a fairly level keel in that regard. It means that her power is less likely to run amok out of her control.

One of her eyebrows quirks upwards at his question, which could well apply to any number of things. A flicker of curiosity reflects in her blue eyes as she studies him for a lingering moment. "My apologies for asking, but... is what difficult?" she asks, tilting her head a touch to one side.

Genesis has posed:
"I think what your asking is which foods give me dopamine hits, but I can give myself a dopamine hit whenever I want, and so...its just different for me, because...dopamine feels..." he searches for the words to tell Storm his true heart, "Well when you shoot heroine, or snort cocaine, your really just signalling your brain to release chemicals it already has. Your taking something to feel a certain way. What you might describe as happiness, or even an orgasm, when you can cause it within yourself at will, it takes on a certain artificiality that I view the way you might view heroine or fentanyl, or methylenedioxymethamphetamine." he stared at Storm, "I could dope myself while I eat a food, or just dope myself staring at you, either way it isn't real. People don't understand that only because they arent in full control. I am in full control."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Having been thoughtfully chewing through his first slice and listening to the conversation, Kit finally pipes up with a simple, "That.. Actually sounds rather horrible.." for a moment before he looks to Evan and tilts his head slightly. "No offense meant, but I mean, but having that level of control over yourself sounds terrifying." There's another pause as he polishes off his slice finally and adds, "Then again, having that level of control with magic would be a fairly interesting concept."

Storm has posed:
One of her eyebrows quirks up just a touch as she studies Evan, listening to the details that he provides. These are things that she had not particularly considered before, and certainly not in this sort of depth. "People, at least with the rare exception, do not have such microscopic control over their own chemistry," Storm says, a thoughtful note to her voice. "A person's reactions, whether they be body chemistry or brain chemistry -- especially brain chemistry, simply occur and the person is left to do the best with those reactions that they can. I imagine that to have such control would be quite a different thing," she muses, a thoughtful tone to her voice. Different and not exactly enviable, really.

She finishes her piece of pizza, then wipes her fingers on a napkin before she rises to her feet, reaching out to claim her glass of soda. That is finished as well, and she carries it over to the sink behind the bar. She chooses to at least try to have some control over her emotions, although that is for a very good reason -- her power can get a bit wonky when her emotions go on a rollercoaster, and she tries to avoid that. She washes and rinses the glass, then sets it in a rack for it to dry. "I find it hard to imagine having that sort of control over one's body," she says softly, giving her head a brief shake. She dries her hands, then makes her way out from behind the bar in order to pick up her coat from where she'd hung it earlier. "Forgive me, I have a meeting that I must see to. Enjoy the pizza," she offers to both of them, a smile coming to her features. With that said, she heads for the door to make her way out.

Genesis has posed:
Evan looked on quietly, then looked to Kit for help, he seemed disquieted by Storm's admission that she would have difficulty understanding him. Then the discomfort faded from his otherwise stoic expression. "We'll always have Paris." he said, the second hint in the conversation indicating his growing obcession with Turner Movie Classics. He rose and excused himself for the night.