14319/Drones and tunes at the carwash

Drones and tunes at the carwash
Date of Scene:	16 April 2022
Location:	Frontyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Carwash fight, a road trip on route 66 proposed and then off to dinner whilst damp, in the bentley. Rogue realizes Hank won't fit in most automobiles owing to being a square in the literal sense.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Rogue

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Beast has posed:
The mansion that Xavier built is large. Very large. It's perfectly possible to not run into anyone on a regular day, if you take the scenic route and whilst certain experiments are culturing, that means idle hands need occupying, else the idle mind might make mischief. Having spent most of the morning and afternoon in the garage and workshop, Hank McCoy heads out into the early evening sunset with a remote control in hand, and backwards. This because he's working controls and guiding something out of the doors and this requires walking out in reverse gear.

Rogue has posed:
Spring is an amazing time of year, and brings about the perfect weather for dropping the top and taking a joy ride. This may seem weird for someone who has the power to fly, but sometimes there is nothing like controlling a couple tons of power between your legs. Never the less, Rogue has since returned from her joy ride and is in the process of giving her Crimson Tyrant a nice bath while music plays from somewhere - a song with a beat, which has her shaking her ass. The other fun part about this is, she's out in the open, and has begun to wear clothing that's a lot more fitting than her bodysuits. She'll wear them when she has to, but at the mansion when no one is around? Nope. It's denim shorts season, along with a tied-at-the-midriff tee shirt. Flip flops. Hair pulled back into a pony tail. So her hips sashay and sway while she hums and sings along to the song playing.

Beast has posed:
The music is what catches Hank's ear and he turns, controller still in hand to take in the sight. The hair, the booty, the tied-up T-shirt, she's Daisy Dukes as a redhead and ... **BONK** "Ow," small voice, loudish noise. Why Hank, did your drone just thwap you on the back of the head because you were looking at the shimmy-shimmy shammy-shammy? Yes it did. "I deserved that..." luckily his hair isn't long enough to get tangled and he redirects the drone to go land on one of the white pillar walls that line the drive way, walking to a better angle for a good view.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is blissfully unaware of anyone coming up behind her as she's so engrossed in her car washing until she hears the Bonk and the Ow that follows it. She turns around to see Hank - or perhaps more correctly catch Hank - who was staring at her just before he begins to redirect the drone. Moves to a better angle for driving the drone. Or looking at her. "Oh hey Hank!" She offers, cheerfully. "How're you doin'? Spendin' some time out in this lovely weather?" Asking as she turns back to slather the hood of her car with soapy water, sloshing it around with a sponge - and yes, the front of her tee shirt is wet. Hoever, it's not white, so no skin is showing beneath it.

Beast has posed:
One has to settle for some things and no 'wet T-shirt contest' Rogue is a thing that is probably best left to imaginations rampant. It isn't as if the view isn't fine. "I missed most of the day, I'm afraid. I got one of those notions that consumed my hours with me all unwitting accomplice to it and now it's evening and apparently, I skipped over most of it." Looking up at the sky and the fluffy clouds turning colours with the setting of the sun, he grins back to her. "~Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night loooooong~" he cheerfully operettas, gesturing with the controller to the car. "Does he need tuning or did the open highway prove his wheels and gears are optimized and rolling at peak efficiency?"

Rogue has posed:
"Losing the day ain't really all that fun, unless you were doin' somethin' fun to lose the day in. Course, bein' you, I suspect it was science. You love science. So it's probably not a bad thing you lost the day..." Rogue says this and then continues to scrub sponge over the car while Hank asks about how he was doing. "He might need a little tuning, like a fine tuning. He opened up pretty well but if I'm going to suddenly take him on a trip with a dear male friend of mine... I want him at peak operating performance." She grins then.

Beast has posed:
"You would be absotively posolutely right -- I have the surveillance transformer drone up and ready to go as a prototype. I'm going to load it with a few gadgets and gizmos, like a scrambler and electronic lock pick. That sort of handy dandy doodad..." Setting the controller down by the drone, he rolls his gait forth, coming to the opposite side of Rogue with a bobble of his brows, leaning under the steering column to pop the hood slightly. It won't interfere with the washing of course, nor will ticking the ignition to on with the key. He continues to watch her going at it with the sponge, whilst essentially /listening/ to the car and the slightly different sounds of a running engine when free of the hood plate.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue comes around to the rear and finishes giving her car a nice sponge bath. She then grabs the hose and begins to rinse off the car with a gentle spray of water. The engine that Hank begins to listen to has every sound an engine should make, smooth, clear, but there is the tinniest of hiccups in the timing. A little tweak would likely perfect that and then it would be smooth sailing. Course, apparently Rogue has gotten Beast right where she wants him, as she gets closer to the hood of the car, the hose is dropped, the bucket picked up and **SPLOOSH** Henry gets an extra shower today!

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy's ear ought to twitch and it does, minute little shifts when he's listening to the sound the engine is making. So absorbed is he that his keen senses do not pick up the intent until he's suddenly drenched, giving a very good impression of a frozen wet cat as he stands, arms out and splutters. "Let it never be said I look like a drowned rat, rather a soggy dog..." he mutters, then exaggeratedly looks over his shoulder, doing the 'vampire cloak' peer over the top of his bicep, hands in a poised rictus of claws. With a leap onto all fours, he bounds toward where the other hosepipes are at a rate of knots!

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lets out a laugh, is thankful that the top of her car is up and on, before she shakes her head a little. "Whoever says you look like a drowned rat, has never seen a drowned rat. I would settle for dog as well..." Then she notices he's heading for the hose and that causes her to squeak and then shifts to try and duck behind her car somewhere. Big mansion, should have a few hoses right? She'll try to see if Hank is going for the one she was using or another.

Beast has posed:
BOOYA. Water snake o' deaaaaaath! Beast dives to the hose, turns about in a tumble that gets gravel and leaves all over the wetness of his fur he has the nozzle open in record time, because: Reflexes and with a thumb over the end of the pipe, he sets a fountain of droplets in her direction, loping sidelong on one palm and both feet, to get a better angle. "Wench!" said of course, with utmost cheer.

Rogue has posed:
"Noooo! I'm too pretty to drench in water!" Rogue shouts, trying to move around her car and away from the spray Hank aims her way. She then comes around to the front, grabs her bucket and takes off flying to another hose spicket, filling the bucket with water and then flies back - at a decent speed because it's her. She flies over his head and dumps the water to land at least a decent amount over him. "Bastard!" But she's giggling with delight, landing a few feet from him.

Beast has posed:
"Too pretty by far!" Good aim too, right up the undercarriage as she flits over the top of him, he cups his mouth to call after her "...I'll have you know my parents knew each other very well and were thoroughly married when I was conceived!" Facetious, but delivered with mock outrage and a lot more spluttering as she lands. Flick. Hose to the face. Just the once though, before he's just laughing heartily. "Dinitehhhh," he quotes as Sam the Eagle.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is laughing by the time Hank gets her good in the pucker that one time. Then she's shifting forward, throwing arms around the man in a hug. With her being in such a good mood, but not to terribly 'excited' to a point of some danger zone, so nothing comes of it in the moment. After the hug, she steps back a little, her breath heaving a little bit and she grins. "...Take a road trip with me?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy swings an arm around, his other occupied in smoothing off sheets of water from his head and forearms. But it's a large arm and it squeezes good. He then takes a moment to do likewise to her ponytail, and risks a cup of her cheek with one enormous mitt. "In an afternoon full of dampness, I can think of nothing better than blow-dry by wind. But I think... you meant soon, rather than now, yes? A one carry-bag kind of road-trip, with sodas, sunglasses and no maps?"

Rogue has posed:
"Indeed. Soon... and... perhaps something like that.." Rogue offers, looking to her car, then back to him, and then takes in a deep breath. "Though, the one I have in mind might take us a while. So we might need to actually wait for summer break or something..." A pause. "I wanna travel the entirety of Route 66. And I want you with me when I travel it. I couldn't think of anyone else to take me, really..." She wrings out her hair a bit just after. "You don't have to say yes or no just yet... I was just... it was on my mind earlier as I drove."

Beast has posed:
"Well, at the least we wouldn't need a mechanic," Beast chuckles. "I've done a bit of that trip, when I was younger but not the whole length. I think I got distracted, didn't have enough time because of college starting, but I do recall much time spend in little podunk tourist traps," he muses this, looking up at the clouds a moment. "I will have to spruce up my wardrobe with more hawaian shirts."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grins. "I didn't even really think of that. It will be nice to have a mechanic along the way for anything that could happen." This offered and she smiles a little. "So... is that a yes then?" Asking this much before looking herself and him over once more. "Also, should we maybe dry off, change, and go out for dinner?"

Beast has posed:
"Yes. I think that would be a superlative use of summer break, I can but imagine the looks we will get, the souvenirs we will impulsively purchase, the motels that we should not have gone anywhere near and the snapchat account that will explode with holiday pics. I may bring two bags, because one needs one's toolkit." Best grin and a bow of the head in a quick nod, Hank thereafter thinks about the possibilities of the evening and snorts with a little head toss. "Why whould we dry off and change? Silly days deserve silly aftermaths, in a haze of good vibes, we should hit a Denny's and confuse the living daylights out of the staff. But just before we go..." into his pocket his hand goes, the hood flipped open and he's leaning in on the engine, listening carefully and fine adjusting until the timing is all aligned. Donk goes the wrench. "Ding. Ok, shall we?"

Rogue has posed:
As Hank suggests that they just go out looking like they do, but then fine tunes her car first, Rogue narrows her eyes. There's a brief back and forth about how he's suggesting they dare get into her car while wet. Of course, then there's the logic that Hank cannot fit in Rogue's car. So they'll have to take the Bentley. This also means they might have to take the Bentley on their road trip. She might have to buy a new car just for the two of them so SHE can drive. Either way, once that's decision's been made, it's off to dinner.