141/The Little Blue Man

The Little Blue Man
Date of Scene:	24 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, 110, Dazzler, Deadzone

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Nightcrawler has posed:
It's a lovely spring late afternoon at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The sun is beginning its slow descent in the east, casting warm, golden beams through the trees. The temperature is pleasant, but the clear sky promises a chilly night.

Kurt Wagner, Drama Teacher at Xavier's School, also known as the X-Man Nightcrawler is sitting on a tree in one of those sunbeams. Not on a branch, on the tree. His bare blue feet are adhered to the trunk, his tail is wrapped around it to steady him, and he seems comfortable in his almost horizontal perch. This might not even look weird, except he's dressed in neatly pressed khaki pants, a white button down shirt and a light grey sweater vest. Yeah. Sweater vest. And he's reading a book. How pastoral.

Mars (110) has posed:
Mars is the sophmore at Xavier's of whom started blind, and in the last week or so has received replacement eyes allowing her to see. Moving along the front yard after school she carries her backpack with her metal walking stick. She pauses beneath the Drama teacher staring upwards. "Oh! Your blue, Mr. Wagner! I always thought you'd be green..."

Dazzler has posed:
With the arrival of a sleek, red BMW blaring music, the car comes to a rolling stop in the driveway. The low, bassy synthwave music is killed and the driver's side doorway opens, revealing Marilyn Munster to Tatum's Wednesday Addams. Alison Blaire is doing something different today, clad in some manner of cord-tied leather vest for a top and a willowy, layered black skirt that looks like a dozen scarves turned into a skirt. She's //even// added the element of black fingernails to the mix as she steps out...with a Starbucks cup. The trunk pops open, nearly spilling shopping bags onto the pavement. "Heyyyy!" Alison lifts her wrist into the air, waving to Nightcrawler and Mars as she sashays to the rear of the BMW. "Did our Kurt get stuck in the tree again?"

Deadzone has posed:
Finally not having to wear borrowed clothes, Tatum feels like herself again. Seriously! Does no one in this mansion wear black?! A little colour to spice things up is fine, but being expected to sleep in a tie-dyed t-shirt is just sadistic. Tate is all smiles again and ready with a snarky comment, a lollipop sticking out from her lips. Lace, mesh, leather; yeah, Tater is a happy girl right now.

Turning to look at where Alison is waving, she instantly turns her back on Nightcrawler and leans over to talk softly to Dazzler. "Oh goodie. Just what we need. Mr. Slut-shaming himself." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to smile again. "Ah well, at least the shopping will get to our rooms faster.`

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt didn't have to look up to see the car coming, he could hear it all the way from the road, though he has doubts that Alison and Tatum can hear anymore after all that volume. Before they arrive, he looks down at Mars, smiling gently. "Blue has always been my color," he says pleasantly, his accent noticable but not thick. "Since I was born, fraulien."

He looks up as the car comes to a halt and goes silent, returning Alison's wave. Lucky for him, he can't hear what Tatum says to the other girl, or it'd probably hurt his feelings.

Mars (110) has posed:
Mars stares at the car oddly, taking a step back towards the tree. "Mmmn. Um... I suppose there are sometimes a certain advantage to not being able to see from time to time." And in ultra-super-high definition.

Dazzler has posed:
Beaming a movie-star quality smile out to Mars and Nightcrawler, Alison drops her waving hand and looks to Tatum. The sunglasses are pulled off of her eyes to blink blue eyes over the rims. "Whaaaaaaaat?" the long tone is high-pitched and incredulous. "Kurt's good people, Tates. He's my acting coach and I'd probably have gotten a Razzie for DC-4 if not for him. C'mon." Now, Alison isn't the strongest mutant on the block, but years of yoga have given her arms some muscle. She digs over to her side of the trunk and starts pulling out shopping bags. With a grunt, she tugs a few out, setting them at her feet. "How's it going, you two? We just got back from sticking a keg tap into the side of a mall and bleeding it try. I feel like a new woman all over again!"

Deadzone has posed:
Whatever the conversation the two polar opposites are having, it seems to be rather important. Tate, someone that Kurt has never seen before, looks over her shoulder at the Nightcrawler and sizes him up. "Really? Good people? Him?"

She starts to collect her bags and shakes her head. "I'll believe it when I see it. But if he says *anything* like my Kurt does and I .. Well, I don't do anything, cause he's... wait, is he in charge of Gold team here? No, Remy said something about you not having teams here and are just one big group?" She pauses for a moment, pondering. "This is going to be one of those differences Hank keeps warning me I'm going to find, isn't it?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt looks to Mars quizzically, not really getting what she's putting down. He shrugs and suddenly vanishes in a puff of brimstone and a loud BAMF.

He reappears a few seconds later with another BAMF by the car. "Would you ladies like a hand with your bags?"

Mars (110) has posed:
Mars looks up at Kurt again "What team is she talking about?" She then shrieks at the loud BAMFing sound, rubbing at her eyes as she certainly wasn't expecting the sound and presses up against the tree with a hand on her chest, taking a few breaths to calm herself.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison is in a lean, lips parted, about to impart some kind of opinion on Tatum, but the BAMF and smell of sulfur catches her words in her throat and she's turning, already, to offer her bags in a curtsy to the blue-skinned elf. "This is totally one of those differences, Tatum. Kurt, have you met Tatum? And yes, please, take all of these." Alison extends a shaking arm, weakening under the weight of the bags. Teeth gritted, she head-jerks her hair over one shoulder and calls out to Mars. "She's from another place, honey, it's kind of complicated. They had teams there. I heard there was gonna be a soccer team this year, though!" Alison calls out, trying to sound friendly. "You okay?"

Deadzone has posed:
Getting ready to deal with Kurt, telling herself to give him a chance, Tate smiles a nice, if somewhat fake, smile at the teleporter. She keeps her power to herself, her 'bubble' hovering at just an inch off her skin. All the shopping bags in the trunk! So many! These ladies made the day of some clerk somewhere. "As soon as I get my first paycheck, I'll start sewing the rest of what I didn't get. A lot of this that I couldn't sew, or it would just be a pain in my butt. Can't stand sewing leather."

She looks to Mars and shrugs. "Sorry. On my world we had teams, or houses. Like Harry Potter. But this school doesn't have that. So... Dr. McCoy got you new eyes? Lookin' good."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt does, in fact, take all of Alison's bags. He cheats, though. Firstly, he divides the bags between both hands and his tail. "Hello, Miss, I am Kurt Wagner, I will gladly speak to you in a moment. But first, delivery!"

And he's off again, vanishing with that signature sound and smell of sulfur. He's only gone a moment, returning emptyhanded, but a touch winded. He smiles pleasantly at Alison. "I dropped them off outside your room. Though I don't know how you will fit an entire store in there, fraulein."

He turns his attention to Tatum. "Would you like me to help with your bags as well?" This probably won't end well, but he has no idea. He looks perfectly pleasant. Well, as pleasant as a guy who kinda looks like a demon can.

Mars (110) has posed:
Mars narrows her eyes slowly after she catches her breath. "Somehow I get the impression you are not being very honest.". It's not a superpower, but she does tend to be a good lie-detector. She is taken off-topic however at the next BAMF, only only yelps a little this time. She steps away from the tree resting her hands behind her back, strange halo-encircled pupils looking over each person. "Actually no, not hank. My Uncle, Lex Luthor had them developed for me. It took years to develop as I cause disruptions to electronics. There are no magnetics inside of them, very non-standard optics to avoid disruptions."

Dazzler has posed:
"Okay! I'm not being entirely honest with you, Miss Thompson, but it's kind of a super secret staff thing and there's no bribery in the world that can get me to blab so puh-lease take it easy on me." Alison rocks back on her heels when Kurt puffs away. Her pixie-like nose wrinkles and she waves the scent of sulfur away from the area. Laughing, she looks from Mars to Tatum, head tilting ever so, face jutting forward in silent pantomime for //SEE?!?!//.

When Kurt returns, Alison winks to Tatum and reaches out for Kurt's arm. Leaning in, she pecks a kiss to his cheek then scrabbles out of the way so that he can get Tatum's bags, too.

"Thank you, Kurt. Tatum's getting settled in and I want to make her feel at home. This is really nice of you to do, and you, Miss Thompson-" Alison wheels about, casting her voice Mars' way. "You didn't tell me you know Lex." She presses a hand to her breast. "I totally hung out with Lex at a hockey game."

Mars (110) has posed:
Mars gives a soft nod. "Well yes, he's my uncle and legal guardian. He's looked after me for the last five years. He is a great man. I'm not sure if he's into Hockey, but I wouldn't have been accompanying him to such a place. Having been blind, I'm afraid the sport would have been rather lost upon me." She glances at a watch and lets out a small squeak. "Oh! I have to go meet my caretakers at the pickup spot, or they'll get in trouble! Excuse me, I'm sorry! I was distracted so am running late for my interview!" She nips at her bottom lip a moment, before rushing off towards the front gates.

Deadzone has posed:
Well, he seems friendly enough. He's not said a thing about what either women are wearing. Tate still isn't certain, but she's always been a tough nut to win over. She doesn't seem the least bit bothered by his looks though. "Ummm.... sure. Here." She goes to offer the bags to Kurt, not worrying about how her power will effect him. After all, where she is from most of Kurt's abilities came from his demonic father, Azazeal. On her world, Tate's power doesn't so much as make Kurt's smoke smell less sulphury.

"My room is right next to Hank's. Thank you." She then looks back to Mars. "OoooH! LexCorp tech. Sweet! He's done some amazing stuff."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt reaches out to take Tatum's bags, once again loading himself up from hands to tail. At every incidental contact, the sharp eyed may notice Kurt's skin going from blue and fuzzy to normal white guy. It doesn't last and he doesn't seem to notice as he once more vanishes, laden with bags, and returns empty handed.

"It was no problem. I'm happy to be helpful."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison fishes into her purse and comes free with her car keys. She presses down on a button and her BMW locks and engages the alarm with a chirp. She holds her bag open and drops the keys in, then stoops low to pick up her Starbucks cup once more. "That girl's a bit of a character, ain't she? She's also pretty snoopy. We'll have to keep an eye on her. SO---" Siiiigh. Alison sips from her cup then offers her elbows to Tatum and Kurt, head dipping towards the mansion. "---how about we Laverne and Shirley inside, find something to eat, and catch up on the news. You two..." Social butterfly. Cruise ship coordinator. Alison plays the role. "...do you think we'd get in trouble if we pulled a prank on the students for a change? Might. Be. Fun."

Deadzone has posed:
No one is more surprised by her power affecting Nightcrawler then Tatum. She stares at Kurt, blinking as he goes from blue and furry to normal white guy with curly black hair. She turns to look to Alison, her eyes wide. "Definitely not my Kurt. Not by a mile." She continues to stare at Kurt when he returns. With the simple act of being affected by her field, Kurt has brought it home that this place is *not* her Earth, in spite of how much it may look the same.

Her arm is linked with Alison's and she is easily dragged over towards the mansion. "Prank. Yeah. Sure." Way to get Tatum to agree to anything? Confuse the hell out of her.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt goes along with the two ladies. His already glowing eyes light up at the mention of the word 'Prank'. "Alison, you had me at 'Prank'. This is, after all, what I do." Kurt's smile is gleeful, and maybe just a little disturbing with the whole looking like a demon thing.

"I'm thinking....middle of the night fire drill with buckets of water over every door." He pauses for emphasis. "Every. Door."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison's grin is infectious. Wide lips until they craze down against her teeth, trapped in a bite, she nods her blonde head up and down emphatically in response to Tatum's commentary. Another blue-hued wink is cast her way, agreeing in whole. This Kurt, is her Kurt. This world's Kurt, and she's on team Kurt.

"I don't think we'd get into too much trouble for that, Kurt. I think it could work and if anyone's capable of getting that stuff above the doors without anyone noticing, you'd be good at that." Alison nods Kurt's way before coming to a stop in front of the door, arms occupied, waiting for a door-save. "Things have just been so tense around here, Tates. It's good that I'm not a telepath, oh, the things I'd end up doing to make it stop. That's not the point. The POINT is that we need to come together. One big happy family with small pockets of relationships that we really shouldn't talk about in front of the teens, because we technically don't wanna know about theirs, either."

Deadzone has posed:
As they walk to the front door, Tate starts to come to her senses. No longer staring at Kurt as if he were some sort of wrongness, she opens the door when they get to it. "Yeah, didn't really think she was close enough to hear. Sorry about that. I'll keep that in mind that the school and the rest are actually seperate entities. Man, this swapping dimensions thing is hard. I was always crap at keeping secrets to begin with."

Something occurs to her as they head inside. "Kurt? If I asked you about little versions of yourself that are going to steal my booze and panties, what would you say?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt nearly skids to a stop in his tracks at Tatum's question. "Was?" He asks, clearly confused. "Firstly, I am unaware of any...mini-mes existing. Second, stealing is wrong, and stealing your underwear is /highly/ inappropriate."

It's very hard to tell, but the blue on his cheeks looks a little purple.

He tries to put his mind back where it belongs. On the prank. It's not as easy as it sounds.

Dazzler has posed:
"One sense goes down, the other steps up to the plate. Thank you-" Alison suddenly interjects when the door is open. She turns to the side in a swish of skirt fabric and tries to sideways her way through the door and into the foyer with the two. Spoilers. They make it through just fine. "It's okay, Tatum. There's a learning curve here, and I think everyone's going to be understanding about it so long as the sight of one of us doesn't send you into a frenzy with a butcher knife. Even then, we all take care of each other here. One...big...fam-"

Alison nearly chokes when Tatum asks Kurt if he's going to evil-elf his way into Tatum's thong drawer. Hair swinging forward, Alison bends and lets out the breath in a loud, bubbly laugh that croaks when she rights herself.

"Exxxxxxxx-" Alison holds the /x/ as long as she can. The mansion doubles down on the usage of the letter. "-xactly. Seriously, we love Kurt, and part of loving someone means you never catch them perving on your things. That's why I live here. No one's going to stand outside my window with a camera or break in while I'm dressing." Alison smirks. Okay, maybe not the latter.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum has to laugh. Seeing the shocked look on Kurt's face is definitely worth it. "So, you seem nice and there are no Bamfs here. I have to admit, I'm gonna miss the little buggers, but at least I know my knickers are safe." And at that, the matter is closed. This is not her Kurt, nothing like him in fact. So, all is forgiven.

"Okay, so buckets of water and a midnight fire drill. How do we stop the precognitive students from figuring out what we are doing?" She looks around the foyer to see if any students are around to hear. Seeing none, she continues with the conversation. "Nah, the only two people who I'm likely to kill are blue and one of them I'm just as likely to kiss as to kill, so we're all good." She leans over to Kurt, stage-whispering for her amusement to make him blush again. "Just in case you were wondering, Hank, not you. Unless you want me kissin' ya." There is a devilish gleam in her eyes as she teases the gentle swashbuckler.

Nightcrawler has posed:
The purple tinge remains on Kurt's face as both Alison and Tatum both talk about...things! This is what happens when you unload on the good Catholic boy. He looks back and forth between the two women, not /quite/ stammering.

"You are a lovely woman, but I barely know you and it would be inappropriate and...," he kind of trails off, mumbling to himself in german. It's probably adorable, if that's your thing. It's funny regardless.

Dazzler has posed:
"I think..." Dazzler starts slowly, eyes to the floor to count her steps on the way to the kitchen. She holds the idea in place, trying to chew around how to get past the psychics, precogs. "...I don't want you to take anyone's powers away without permission, but maybe we'll just have to wing it and try to do it really fast. OR I could pay off the precogs with Jets tickets or something." Alison quiets.

Her lips purse together. Shushed, she looks from Tatum, to Purple-Kurt, back to Tatum again. Blue eyes grow wide and owlish as dinner plates, and she lightly bumps Tatum in the ribs with her elbow.

"Ohhhhmahgard. Tatum. Give the boy a break." Alison laughs, then //SWINGS// them around towards the kitchen. "See? Kurt's a sweetheart. Kurt? Don't let her chase you around with her fangs." Alison looks to Kurt, sympathy in her eyes. "She's sweet and none of us are really harmless, but she means well, too. See? We're ALL getting along now. My work here is done."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum raises her hands, trying to look innocent as she is led into the kitchen. "What?! Making blue guys blush is sort of my reason for living!" She laughs then and heads to the fridge. "Instead of buckets, we could set off the sprinkler system? We could set it off so it only hits the bedrooms for minimum damage to the stuff."

She pulls out a jug of juice and then heads to get herself a glass. "Anyone else want some?" she asks. "And don't worry, Kurt. I'm a huge flirt, but unless your last name happens to be Scottish, I'm all bark and no bite."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt's purple shade begins to return to the normal blue, scratching the back of his head. "I will keep that in mind. I'm not really used to that kind of thing," he says, following the wave that is the Dazzler into the kitchen.

He leans against a counter, folding his arms across his chest and regaining his composure. "The sprinklers might work. I don't know if they can be isolated like that, though."

Dazzler has posed:
Covering her mouth on the Tatum side with one hand, shortly after freeing Tatum from her elbow-hook, Alison stage-whispers to Kurt. "Don't tell her that Blaire is a Scottish name, because not all Scottish names start like fast food restaurants. That would make things really //awks//." Winking to the blue elf, the pop-starlet sets Kurt's arm free as well, does a spin around him, and plants her hip against a food preparation island. Arms behind her back, she nods happily to Tatum. "Please, I need sugar to wash down this caffeine." She rattles her Starbucks cup, then sets it aside.

"So." Alison thinks aloud. "I've got a lot of computer equipment in the room and I've got money, but I'd rather not have to pay to replace every Tommy and Tina's Apple laptop?" A question? No, it's not a question, but Alison tilts her head and lifts her voice, making it sound like one. Hrmm. The left half of her face tilts in a hard, comical, eye-crossed way as she thinks it over.

"OH FUCK!!!" Alison bounces. "Fuck it. Let's get the students to prank the other teachers. Let's hire them as goons, we'll take the blame for it. Everyone on staff that's in this room wins."

Deadzone has posed:
Taking out glasses and pouring them for the others, Tatum hands the glasses over. "News flash for ya, Ali Cat, I would totally flirt with ya anyway. Come on! You're freakin' Dazzler!" She takes a long sip of juice and then nods her agreement. "Yeah, don't want to damage peoples stuff. Be a pretty mean thing to do. Ummm.... We could... " Alison then comes up with a great idea. "Yeah! There we go! Prank the other teachers. That's an awesome idea."

Nightcrawler has posed:
That Luciferian smile returns to Kurt's face at the discussion of pranking the other staff members. "That, Alison, is a grand idea. Perhaps we should insulate it with another prank, to throw them off."

The elf begins to pace a little in thought. "I will ...low-ball a prank at them. Do something I've done before to them. It will distract them, so that they will be blindsided by what the students do."

Kurt stops, sweeping his arms out. "I will leave the students up to you, ladies. I will prepare the distraction."

Dazzler has posed:
Ali reaches out, taking her glass of juice from Tatum with a tilt of her head and a mouthed 'thank you' to the gothling. She tilts the glass back to her lips, mindful of her lipstick, and swallows the first sip while she listens without a choke or a laugh. Her shoulder lifts ever-so lightly, and there's the faintest of winks from the movie star //slash// pop sensation to Tatum. With a curl of her lip to one side and another sip, she lowers the glass and scans their faces.

"Lady and Gentleman, I think we just made a plan." Alison beams proudly, crossing her heels at the ankle. "Tatum and I will rally the teens and when we're ready to strike, we'll tell you when and where. We won't destroy property, but maybe we'll leave the prank a surprise to even you, Kurt, just in case you get brain-scanned by the Professor." Alison giggles lowly. "This is gonna be fun."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum nods her head to the other two, smiling like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. "A plan we have. And I promise I'll keep my big mouth shut. For a change. I can't wait to see what we do to Hank." She leans on the counter, sipping at the juice slowly. "So, what now? Actually, I think I know exactly what I'm going to do. I'm gonna go upstairs, have a shower and put on something stunning that some amazing woman decided to buy me, and then I'm going to go out, see if I can't find someone I like and have fun. Get a certain big blue lug out of my system."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt nods once at Alison. "Of course, I'd rather not blow it becaus my mind was read." He then pretends not to hear Tatum's plans for the evening. "I am going to go begin planning." He turns to Tatum and, yes. He gives her a gallant bow fit for Errol Flynn. "A pleasure to meet you." He turns to Alison and tips an imaginary hat. "Have a good evening, ladies."

Without another word, he vanishes in a puff of sulfur and the expected BAMF.

Dazzler has posed:
The latter half of the glass of juice is drained down, swallowed deep within Alison's belly to mingle with her coffee from earlier. With a tiny gasp, Alison holds up the glass, pinky extended, to dip at the knees politely in Kurt's bowed exit. Sure, it's probably happened once or twice before. The skirt dips around her knees, then slips back up to reveal more of the fishnet material when her legs straighten. "Be safe, Kurt." Alison offers, finishing his name after he's BAMFed away.

"Well then," Alison rolls the glass with a twist of her wrist, then steps over to Tatum, giving her a half-lidded look of mischief as she washes out her glass. "I've got about two thousand dollars worth of clothes to get into my room, sort, put away in little rows. I'm going to be in there for a while, put on some music, maybe." Alison leaves the glass in the drainer and turns to walk away from Tatum, sauntering for the stairs. "Stop by anytime."