14211/Not a Morning After - Just Fish and Chips and a Blackbird

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Not a Morning After - Just Fish and Chips and a Blackbird
Date of Scene: 19 March 2022
Location: Hangar - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Some surprise outcomes and fish and chips.
Cast of Characters: Beast, Rogue




Beast has posed:
Because of COURSE the best time to do a spot of tuning and overhauling is nearly midnight on a Friday, if only because most of the school is asleep and how much trouble can they get into when in their beds? There's a logic, but it isn't necessarily sound. Nevermind that -- The vaulted space of the Hangar amplifies noise.. It is the nature of such a large space. So, it ought be not a surprise that it has fantastic accoustics for the dull thunk of mallet and the ratchet of a screwdriver, but also for the dulcet tones of:

"Some people say a man is made outta mud a poor man's made outta muscle and blood muscle and blood and skin and bones a mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong. You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store." Except you know Hank's voice. It comes across as operetta and as if he ought be singing Gilbert and Sullivan, deep and vibrato'd. At least he's thonking the mallet in time to a beat.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was on her way to Hank's Lab when she passes by the Hangar's door and pauses in her steps when she hears the carried sound of his voice. Stopping to listen for just a moment, it's a few bars in before she actually walks through the hangar. Her heels actually tend to clack against the floor of the hangar in just the right type of swaggar that it matches the beat of the hammar and whatever Hank is singing just right. She's still in her dress as well and carries a bag of bar food. "Excuse me? I'm looking for someone named Hank McCoy? Tall, wide, blue fur. Lovely singing voice..."

Beast has posed:
And lo, he's up a ladder in the most unflattering grey jumpsuit, covered in smears of grease. The stabilizer hatch of the blackbird is dangling down to the side of his head and half of him is up in that undercarriage at the moment. Well, not half, an arm and most of his shoulder and the other hand holding the tool. Look up. Look down. Look up and down and up. Look down. "This is a form of torture, I'm sure. You look a picture of elegance an I've got both arms in the guts of a ~Flying machine!~" ... that last said like a Warcraft gnome. "I think there's blue fur under here, somewhere. Under the grease and canvas. Hellloooo. Ah. You look lovely. I'm holding a hydraulic guage shut. Erm."

Rogue has posed:
"Is it? I could go grab a jacket or something..." Rogue offers with a grin. Then she listens to Hank further and tilts her head. "Is it something you can pause for a moment? Or do you need help?" Setting the bag she's carrying on the ground and without being told one way or the other, she easily flies up to be eye level with Hank. "If there's anything I can do to help let me know... but I will also tell you that I've got that derma stuff covering me all over... and even am trying a sort of lip gloss that sheens a layer on my lips."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy smacks his lips a couple of times. HIs nostrils do flare just a bit, because fishy smell might be very faint on her, but she wafts it up to his nose and he looks at her, slitted eyes widening and then down at the ground where the bag sits and back up again. "Hold that thought. Normally I'd say yes. But right now, I don't want you to get anywhere near grease or hydraulic fluid... or anything that might tear a membrane. But you can cheer me on?" He presses lips, looks up and to the side, looking sheepish. "Hold that thought..." and he dives inside, head disappearing into the hatch also. There's cranking noises, a couple of thumps, a grunt and then a soft 'ksssssssssss' sound as pressure is released. "Addagirl. Burp for daddy..."

Pause

"That came out very wrong. Pretend I didn't say that."

Rogue has posed:
"Pretend you didn't say what?" Rogue offers with a smirk while watching him work, a tild of her head here and there. "Well, that's fair. That you don't want me helping for very particular reasons. When that hissing sound comes, she giggles and then motions. "I'm going to land. I have a treat for you. So whenever you can clamber down the ladder and get it. We'll be waiting."

Beast has posed:
The Kzzzz sound ends after about a minute of venting the fluid valves, getting bubbles out of where bubbles should not have been in the first place. Making sure the Bird is tip-top and flying fashion. "You know, I've never wanted a valve to bleed out quite as much as right at this moment. Torture, I tell you."

But it does end and he finishes up inside, taking a couple of steps down to close the hatch. Then it's a matter of a forward somersault to the balls of his feet and a quick stride to the hand cleaners, rags, toolbox to put the tools away. Cleaning hands! Clean clean clean. Get off ya damn grease! And then out of the grey jump suit which he piles onto the tarp, leaving him in jeans and a white T-shirt stretched taut. "Clean? Yes. Clean. I am clean! Huzzah!!" Walking on over, attempting to look cool and smooth, he smiles. "Hi," stooping in for a kiss, gentlemanly.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue does at least want to return the gentlemanly kiss after Hank is all done with fixing, cleaning, and changing out of the jumpsuit. So she does return the kiss, and then shifts to try and deepen it juuuuust a little. Testing the limits of her coverage, but not too far. It's all broken a moment or so later and she steps back. "I went to Club Lux tonight. Thought I'd go see what all the buzz was about... had a couple drinks. Brought you back some food. MaybeRanIntoMisterSinisterAndAskedAFavor..."

Beast has posed:
The lipgloss lets the warning tingle in just before anything gets going. It leaves Hank a bit breathless, but nothing major to deepen just a little. They don't make lipgloss for tongues though. And frankly, the tanning booth of AWESOME wouldn't be very good at coating the mouth. Ick. Gentlemanly is as far as Beast dares go at the moment.

He observes the step back but he does have long arms, keeping at least a loose hold on the waist as "...Ohhhhh, dear. Did he say yes? Of course he did. Well... did you dictate a measure on the terms of that favour? At all?"

Rogue has posed:
"He and I will discuss terms when I meet him to get the favor done. I wouldn't have gone to him, but he was there and I know Jean's not stable enough to do it. I can't seem to locate Emma. He's literally the only other telepath I know..." Rogue offers. "I'll be careful though. Hank. I promise." Like that's going to be much reassuring, but it's the most that Rogue can offer.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy exhales long and slow. "I know you will. I know. You're carefull all the time, after all, this is no different. I just...." Hank frowns and shakes his head "...no, I'm just worrying. I'm not telling you off or anything, I'm just worrying. Promise. Sinister has a track record of being very good at what he does and I won't argue that he does get results. It's just how he gets those results that occasionally..." he sighs, looks sheepishly at her. "Sorry."

Rogue has posed:
"Don't." Rogue begins. "Hank. Don't apologize. I appreciate it. I really do. And I get it... cause he's a dangerous man. And you're just looking out for me, right?" She smiles then and lifts a hand - which just happens to be gloved - to cup his cheek. "Thank you. It means a lot to me. That you care, but that you also trust. Anyone else would be giving me the third degree right now. Though I imagine you're doing such in your head."

Beast has posed:
"No, actually, I'm really not. I understand... when things seem to have no other recourse and I understand owning your own truth, Anna-Marie." Beast replies with a very light shrug and a twist of his lips in an expression of 'what can you do?' which also collides neatly with turning his head toward her cupped palm. "So, it's you I trust, not him. But also... I've been there." Oh-ho? Yes.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods her head. "I'd rather someone know anyway just in case. And you're one I can trust to tell for many reasons. So there is that. Now." She picks up the back with her other hand and offers it to him. "Let's go somewhere so you can eat this, and for goodness sakes, get me out of these heels at least. I don't mind the dress much cause you seem to like it but these heels are *killing* me..."