14118/What Quells the Senses...

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What Quells the Senses...
Date of Scene: 12 February 2022
Location: Fred's Diner - Mutant Town
Synopsis: Rogue has an early dinner at the diner in Mutant Town and is met by a Sinister. Sinister does a thing. Rogue will figure out the actual affects soon.
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Sinister




Rogue has posed:
It's early evening in Mutant Town and after a day of flying around a bit carefree, Rogue has stopped off at one of her favorite little hot spots for a bite to eat. She comes here because, well, Mutant Town is one place where she's not going to be looked at funny for wearing a body suit and gloves. People know her, know of her powers, and they don't judge. So, she feels welcomed, and for once in a long while, she's in a fairly decent mood. Sitting on one of the stools along the counter, she's just been served a grilled cheese sandwich, bowl of tomato soup, and a side salad. Not quite the Southern Comfort she might usually be looking for, but it'll get her through for the time being.

Sinister has posed:
"That's the trouble with diners, most of them don't serve cajun. Or even soul food, unless you're going to Mama Betty's or somesuch. Admire the flavour, but I do object to everything either being deep fried or smothered in butter." The voice is familiar, but oddly, it's cheerful. Well, not that odd really, Sinister is OFTEN cheerful, but that's not usually to anyone else's benefit. Jeans and a T-shirt, looking like a younger version of himself with a pony tail and no beard to speak of, human and with blue eyes, he could be just about any kid in the neighbourhood, even if there's no obvious bells and whistles on him. "Do you do decent tea? I could do with a cup of tea. Black, no sugar. Orange pekoe, as I very much doubt you have anything else." The hostess at the moment gives him a look, but nods, as he makes his way to the counter and slides onto a stool. That smile is dimples and sunshine, but that too, is not exactly the most comforting of things. Reputation. It happens.

Rogue has posed:
"Naw, you want the good stuff you just gotta go visit the South. Hands down." Rogue offers towards the man as he seats himself after asking for tea. "Your upbringing is showing with you ordering that stuff." She teases, and does a very rare thing for her. She smiles. It's an actual genuine thing. "So, what brings you to Mutant Town? Did I miss an appointment or something?" Asking somewhat seriously as she takes one half of her grilled cheese and dips it into her soup before taking a bite. A little sound of pleasure comes from her as she chews on the cheesy goodness.

Sinister has posed:
"No, no, you didn't. I actually do go out and about on occasion, usually for errands. Sometimes with a purpose, even. And of course -- this phillistine does drink coffee, too, but I like to make things ... interesting at times, so I'm told." Eyeing the grilled cheese, Sinister smiles his crooked smile and leans in, "...besides I'm in an unconscionably good mood. I'm practically ebullient in my largesse."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods her head. "That's fair. What kind of errands got you running around Mutant Town then? Just curious really." She reaches for her soda - cause she won't trust the tea here - and washes down her food with a couple of swallows. "Coffee? Really? How so American of you." It's teased, with an added grin, and then she looks him over. "Good mood huh? It suits you, if I'm bein' honest."

Sinister has posed:
"Does it? Well, good to know. I find it throws people off, sometimes causes critical facepalming junctures, or it makes people giggle. Occasionally, it even gets me slapped by little grandmotherly types." But he inclines his head, ever the gentleman about it and aaahs magnanimously when his tea is set down. "You know, I think I have citizenship in the united states, somewhere in my filing system. It was a while back, the paper is probably faded by now..." he taps his lip idly as he plays with a beard he doesn't currently possess. "... I might have gotten caught in the american dream, at some point." He eyes her sidelong, looking up and down the abundent waves of auburn and that white stripe. "I had a patient I had to check up on. Not you, my dear. Plus, every so often it's nice to see who's moved in or out of the neighbourhood. What brings you here, other than the fine dining?"

Rogue has posed:
"Got bored. Went for a fly around to check on some hot spots and just get out of the mansion for a bit. Got hungry so I came here." Rogue offers in full truth. She has no secrets to hide except the ones she keeps well locked away for barely anyone to know or find. Besides, despite her best judgement to some people, she trusts Nathaniel. She trusts him a lot more than some of the people inside the mansion, that's for truth. "Awful nice of you to make house calls." She offers this much and then takes a few more bites of food followed by a swallow or two of her soda. "Anything else exciting happening in your world then? Much in particular that's got you in this mood?"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, one or two things. But honestly? You probably don't want to know all of the details. And I've always made house calls you know. That was one of the problems for some people," Truth, that. Nobody /wants/ Nathaniel Essex popping in to see how they're doing, do they? "I've been keeping an eye on the world... and I'm quite happy to see that none of it has melted or fallen into the sea, so that's good. I have punk kids threatening to end me and be regretful about it if they do, which is all to the good." He sighs in contentment, looks her over again then reaches over whilst she's distracted with soup and boops her snoot with a soft 'Mwarrrk' a'la Alanis Morisette as God.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue blinks, then raises a brow and glances over at him - of course this is after he 'mrrks' her on the nose. "Who in the world, and in their stupidly right mind, would dare actually threaten you to your face?" Saying this in a surprised tone before sort of wiggling her nose. "That was a very...odd....gesture. Coming from you. But I suppose I'll take it. And why wouldn't I want the details...I asked didn't I?" This much more said before she stirs her soup with a bit more of her sandwich, taking another bite before then deciding to attack her salad. With gusto! And blue cheese dressing.

Sinister has posed:
"I'm an odd man," Sinister replies. "And a lot of other things besides, but... eh, one of the students at the school actually. Xavier took him in, a young man named Evan Sahbanur. I take it as a personal success, though." Enigmatically spoken, he smiles, watching her sidelong. "I'm having a little thing with my lover and a bunch of wiccans, in England. I'm actually looking forward to it, so it has me in an exceptionally chipper frame of mind and tapping into that phenomenon where I'm speaking the exact same language as you, separated by a rather large mill pond called the Atlantic." A pause. "How do you feel? Good?"

Rogue has posed:
"I'm feeling alright. Yeah. Good. I can say I'm feeling pretty good, yeah." Rogue works backwards from what she's heard Sinister speak on. "Oh? You and your lover are doing a thing? That sounds nice." She offers this much and then seems to think on things a bit before finishing off her sandwich without soup, pushing her plate away and drawing the bowl of soup closer to her. "Evan Sahbanur. Don't think I've met him yet... but I would think people should know better than to threaten you... just sayin'." Then she looks herself over a moment. "Huh. I suddenly kinda feel...tingly?"

Sinister has posed:
"That will pass. Mostly, that's nerve conductivity returning to a normal level. It'll feel a bit odd for a short while," taking up his tea, Sinister sips on it and wrinkles his nose, peering at the surface with a sigh. "Tea bag in hot water. How hard can that honestly be?" in a murmur, he gestures at a youngish man in the corner who has been intermittantly gazing at Rogue, because frankly, she IS a hottie. You'd have to be blind to not notice that. "You should ask him for a dance, maybe a little up close and personal." He offers, sipping the tea again with another grimace and a 'blehehehe' at the taste. "You know how people sometimes are though, bravado and pure egotism. Occasionally warranted, often not."

Rogue has posed:
"You made the mistake of thinking you would get any sort of even half decent tea in a street diner. I know a place that does decent tea, but it ain't in Mutant Town." Rogue says this and then tilts her head. The explanation he had about her nerve endings makes her even more curious, and thinking that he's done something to her. Course, this is only solidified when he tells her to go talk to the young man that's been oogling her since she walked into the diner. She'd protest, give excuses, most of the time. Today, however, because of the mood and a few other factors she doesn't question it. She stands and walks right over to the man. "Put a song on the jukebox and dance with me?"

Sinister has posed:
Cue: Young man having a moment of fumbling, but complying. He's cute enough, the song he picks isn't atrocious and beyond that, close proximity. The potential of touching. But should she trust as she's been doing, feeling the blue eyes watching her from behind, a careless brush in the midst of the dance, does....

Absolutely nothing at all.

Sinister grins to himself, turns back to the tea and in a very soft voice because no englishman likes to admit defeat in the face of Chah, asks the waitress "....coffee please. Also black."

Rogue has posed:
Kind of a weird thing. Dancing in a diner. But here Rogue is, and when the man brushes her cheek and nothing happens, she has to side eye where Nathaniel sits and then chuckles. The dancing continues, if even a bit awkwardly, and once the song is over she gives the boy a kiss to his cheek and smiles. "Thanks." Before leaving his company and goes to sit back down next to Sinister. "Figured you did something..."

Sinister has posed:
"I don't know how long it will last," Sinister replies, coddling the cup he received which is NOT tea, but he's going to hide it like it might just be. He looks over at her as she draws closer and settles again. "For what it's worth, I really meant it. Which is likely to make it last a couple of days at least." It? Yes, it. It is what it is, right? "Mental blocks are pernicious, but so is the subconscious will to get past them. I would make the most of it, for a while."

Rogue has posed:
"A couple of days is still a couple of days." Rogue says this much and then smiles. "For what it's worth...thank you. I appreciate it." She also has a plan, and hopefully the plan will work without throwing anything weird. Though it will involve trying to catch Hank in his lab as well. Still... "I will. Because a gift like this should not be wasted." A nod then and she finishes her meal and drink.

Sinister has posed:
"I might be being kind and cruel at the same time, I'm not altogether sure," Sinister muses on that. "I suppose it depends on the person involved," true though that may be, he swivels on his barstool, raising his 'Tea' to her and hoping rather firmly that she can't smell that he switched it out. "Enjoy. Maybe it will give your subconscious the jolt it needs to smack itself about the chops." He finishes the coffee, just to make sure and sets the mug aside, setting a coast on the top to prevent a refill. "You're heading out?"

Rogue has posed:
If she's noticed that he's switched to coffee, Rogue doesn't make mention of it. Instead she opens a pocket and pulls out a little wad of cash, setting it down on the counter top. It's definitely enough to pay for her meal, his teoffe, and plenty left for a decent tip. "Yeah. I think so. Gotta get back to the manor at some point. Check to see if I have any duties to perform. Get a work out in. All that stuff." Saying this as she stands. "Until I see you again?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister will forever be in the debt for the lack of observation. Former national pride or somesuch drivel. "Ahh, the burden of responsibility. Very well... do be good to yourself, miss Rogue. Until we meet again..." he doffs an invisible cap to her, smiling as he looks over at the kid in the corner, who still looks a bit dumbstruck.