146/YO YO MA

YO YO MA
Date of Scene:	25 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's Schhoo, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Beast, Polaris, Deadzone

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Rogue has posed:
9:15pm on a Monday.

Rogue is in the recreation lounge, there's a few kids still here and they're all huddled around the main television with the Playstation 4 hooked up to it. Rogue is standing behind the sofa that the kids are piled on and and she's watching them play some game with guns where the objective is to shoot the other people who have guns.

Rogue doesn't like video games, but... she's finished her homework and is restless and Remy is no where to be found so she's just standing there, waaaaaaaaatching.... not talking, cause the last time she said something the others deemed it a 'stupid comment' about video games. So she stays quiet.

Beast has posed:
Ahhhhh, Mondays. The first day of a week full of the noblest of pursuits. Education. The first day to restart molding young minds after they have had a weekend to un-learn half of the previous week's lessons. Two-Steps forewward, one step back. Sadly the school day has been over quite a few hours, not that hank noticed since after her had finished cramming facts into the brains of today's youth, he spent a few hours in his lab doing.. Whatever the heck it is he does in that lab. Luckily it didn't involve explosions. Or sadly, to more experienced students. it's always fun when Beast's experients go sort fo awry.

So.. the school is still standing (yay) and Hank lopes into the Rec Room, readjusting his spectacles, and into the kitchen and swings up onto a counter to reach above a cabinet with a foot, remove a vent, and reach inside a duct.. rooting around..

"Where have all my twinkies /gone/?" he mutters. "This is the fourth stash I've looked into and found empty..."

Polaris has posed:
Walking in, Lorna peeks at the tv. "Oh, not the news. Thank god." She sighs and has a stack of notebooks. "Best thing about children." She says more to herself and eyes Rogue. "You look free. Want a project?" She asks with a gleam that promises it involves some kind of work. The teacher has a few red pens tucked up in her green locks and seems to be dressed not for the classroom in leggings and a flannel. The Genoshan princess certainly can't slum it in yoga pants out in the world! "If you're hiding your twinkies in here, they're long gone Hank." She advises with an easy grin.

Deadzone has posed:
The staccato of high heels can be heard coming down the hall, a confident stride that clicks to the beat of a heart. They get louder as they approach until, in comes Tatum. No more borrowed clothes, Tate has gotten herself some clothes that are more her style now. Pleather jeans, boots, a corset in cobalt blue; she certainly seems happier. She looks to those in the room and gives a wave.

Seeing Anne-Marie, Tatum walks in to give her a hug. "I have no classes tomorrow, so I'm going out for the night. Don't wait up for me. I'm gonna be out late." She then kisses Rogue's cheek and leaves a print of her lipstick on Marie's cheek. She looks over to Hank and chuckles. "Your twinkies? They were delicious."

Beast has posed:
There is a loud CLICK as Hank replaces the vent and drops to the floor, grumbling his displeasure. "It was the /perfect/ place to hide them, Lorna!" he exclaims to the green haired magnetress. "Like hiding a tree in a forest! Or one of Logan's beers in a brewery!" he opens a cabiet proper, and pulls out.. Snoballs. And makes a face. "Disgusting! Who eats such garbage?!? I want my Twinkies!!" he says as he half heartidly slams the cabinet shut, prompting giggles from some of the younger kids in front of the TV.

"Wait, what?" Hank suddenly says as the culprit confesses. "Who told you where... /DAMNIT/ Hank! Is nothing SACRED!" he rails as he lopes out of the kitchen, apparently berating /himself/, but comes to a stop when he sees their interdimensional guest (and twinky stealer) all dressed up. His catslit eyes go wide a moment, like he's caught in headlights.

"Where did.. I mean.. what are you... I mean... You're going /out/?" he asks, confused and.. well yeah confused covers it on a few levels.

Rogue has posed:
Its after 9:00 pm on a Monday here in the rec room!

Rogue turned to regard Beast when she heard his stately voice gushing about lost Twinkies. It made her smile but she didn't reply to it. One of the the teenage boys on the sofa with a game controller did though... without looking in Beast's direction. "Phillip handed them out to everyone." He said, referring to Phil 'The Nose' or 'The Kleenex' Klindecksy, which they called him that because his mutation was... a really strong nose. He could sniff ton grain of salt placed in a swimming pool of water.

Rogue's eyes went wide and she looked to Lorna and nodded her head and smiled. "Happy t'help ya, Green Peace." She said to the Genoshan royalty withthe fancy green hair.

Rogue would grin at Tater then and return the hug, then smile at the kiss and she'd nod her head at her. "Ya gonna go have some party times? Totally jealous." She added.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum watches Hank with amusement as he makes faces of a different Hostess treat. Her eyes twinkle with mirth, crinkling with her laughter. "Sorry? He told me so that I could always refill them. He would forget. I promise, on my first payday, I will buy you oodles of Twinkies. And the clothes were a gift from Alison. She said no one should be forced to wear borrowed clothes. They should be a choice, like when someone has a *really* nice sweater."

She flicks at the ear of the boy that snitches on Philip. "I was *trying* to take the blame for you, goonball," she tells the kid. She then turns around to show off her outfit. "What do you think? Think I'll catch some eyes? Maybe get myself some numbers?"

Beast has posed:
Beast reluctantly turns from Tatum and shoots an eye over at the teenage tattle taler. "If Phillip did indeed hand out my twinkies then wouldn't that make you an accomplice, Terrence?" he asks the young man who has the power to nullify combustion in a ten foot radius of himself. "No one likes a tattler."

He isn't too harsh on the young man though, then looks back to Tatum and regards her a moment more. "I.. I think.. I mean... You can't go out!" he says. "I mean.. You don't even have a valid ID! What happens if you get carded? What happens if you get in trouble? What if they run your name?" then his jaw drops. "Numbers? Why would you need numbers? From /strangers/?" Okay.. he's definately acting odd. He beseeches both Lorna and Rogue for support with a panicy look.

Polaris has posed:
Looking at Tatum, Lorna nods. "A few? It's upstate New York. I'd be shocked if you didn't at least get one proposal." She teases and gestures to her stack o notebooks with a look at Rogue. "6th grade geology. Help me grade, I'll let you use the key." She tells her and nods to a table before looking at Beast. "Weeeelll, I can go with her and say she's my attendant so she has diplomatic immunity. Easy enough." She tells the blue man, decidedly NOT helping. "Unless you want to go keep an eye on her so she doesn't get arrested for a fake id?"

Deadzone has posed:
Dark brows lift up in surprise. "Dr. McCoy, I don't plan on going out to drink, so I won't need ID. And I don't think I want to say what I need numbers for in front of impressionable minds." She sends a grin Lorna's way when told she might get a proposal. "An indecent one, with any luck," she replies with a waggle of her brows. There is a chorus of Ooooohs! from the older students.

Rogue has posed:
The kid with the controller shrugged his shoulders. "I'm outta here in a couple weeks. So, yeah, Doctor McCoy... I ate your twinkies, and I loved every bite." What an arrogant asshole kid! He took the flick from Tatum and just reached up to readjust his perfectly kept hair then went back to his game.

Rogue heard Lorna's job and she grinned. "Sounds fun. I like t'look at their silly hand writin'." She walkd over to the table that Lorna indicated and pulled out a chair for herself to sit at, smoothing out her dark green skirt before sitting down.

Beast has posed:
"Lorna, you're not /helping/. The last time she 'went out' it ended with a pitched melee in a disrputable drinking establisment in Newark, of ALL places, with a second rate ancient Chinese Sorcerer who called me 'Smelly', his hench demones, and some uncouth low-brow ruffian in a wifebeater who smelled suspiciously of pork-chops and diesel." Hank tells her, then rolls his eyes as yet ANOTHER person takes the blame for his twinkies. "Stars and garters..." he moans....

Then he frowns at Tatum as she makes her plan known, and his eyes go wider, and he balls his hands as the kids make their scandal known. "Children... Unless you wish to find yourself in /summer/ classes, you will cease /listening/, cease /reacting/, and turn /all/ your attention back to your endevours." he says very evenly. When ALL the kids attentions are riveted back on their games his brow furrows. "Well then, I hope your find luck in your.. endevours." he tells her, his voice now COMPLETELY monotone. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out.. a cell phone and a wallet. "These should assist you in your.. quest. I fixed your phone. You now have service anywhere. I do mean anywhere. I also have /aquired/ for you a /legitimate/ identification. Don't ask me how. I'm sure you probably wouldn't understand the processes that were utilized to obtain this except to say hacking american beuracracy is somewhat more difficult than building a Time Machine." Now his voice is as flat as a knife.

Polaris has posed:
Looking from Beast to Tatum, Lorna raises her brows. "Ah, you are on your own then." She tells Tatum. "I can't afford that kind of scandal." She sighs and sits to grade with Rogue's help as she looks at Beast. "You know, you could always just level rather than deflect?" She suggests softly. Pulling out a chair she adds "Or come help me grade."

Deadzone has posed:
"You know, when you say it like that, you make it sound a lot worse then it actually was. And hey, maybe I'll see that Lillian gal again." Tate waggles those brows of hers suggestively.

And then Beast takes on that deep baritone monitone growl. Her jaw clenches and her fingers start to thrum on her thigh. She tilts her head toward the side of the room so they don't seem to be arguing in front of the students. "Seriously? I hit on you, you get upset. I stop hitting on you and decide to go out and have a good time? You get upset. You can be such a P'Tok, Henry Phillip McCoy! And... was that a comment about my intelligence? Did you just call me stupid! You just called me stupid! You... " The words that come out of her mouth after that are only understood by the very geekiest of geeks. It would seem that when really upset, Tatum spouts out in Klingon!

Rogue has posed:
Needless to say, all the kids in the room were looking at Tatum and Hank now at this point, watching the two adult bicker at one another. The mouth one with the controller spoke. "Since when did you two get married?" He snarkily tossed out there.

Rogue, sitting next to Lorna, was trying to figure out how to grade stuff nice and quietly though. She was listening to this back and forth and it made her grin, but she otherwise stayed quiet and out of it... Hank already sounded peeved, she didn't want to make him go Nuclear.

Beast has posed:
Beast doesn't turn.. he doesn't step away from is spot. Instead his blue furry hand comes up and points unerringly at the mouthy one. Just points. he doesn't tell him anything. Just points, with an inch long 'claw' nail. When he does speak, it's to Lorna. "Deflecting? Level up? What are you prattling about? Why are you using MMORPG terms? This is NOT Galaxy of Starcraft!" he tells her.

Now, of course, he comes under Tatum's onslaught.. if it were a wind he would probably be in danger of being bowled over and probably in being lit on fire as well. Oh, there is possibly a flinch on that almost-feline contenance, his ears flickering back a wee bit. But Gosh darnit, he stands his ground without withering. And when she finally runs out of klingon explatives he takes a deep breath... and readjusts his glasses. "Are we finished, /MISS/ O'Neal?" he asks,strangely calm yet his velvety Baritone bordering on Bass. "Good. Now if you can /refrain/ from taking Kahless's name in vain and act like a CIVILIZED individual, maybe you can stop treating /me/ like I am am in the wrong here.

Everything I have done has been to TRY and help you. Which is more than I see /your/ hank doing. If he was so great wouldn't he be here, right now, taking you /home/. I have been busting my blue furry ass off trying to find a way to get you home still, even though it's an impossible task. But I ams till /trying/, regardless."

Why? because it's what I do. I spend my life trying to help lost causes even if it KILLS me.. So while you go out and get your needs fulfilled I'm sitting in my laboratory trying to BREAK THE LAWS OF REALITY ITSELF, with no reward other than a) a broken heart for a woman if I fail /again/. or b) Giving back to my alternative self something that I have never been able to have, /ever/, myself. So maybe you can CUT ME SOME SLACK!"

Polaris has posed:
"Oh look, he leveled." Lorna murmurs the very spirit of sheepish as she tries to stay out of the fight and shows Rogue the grading key so she can correct things with her. She is decidedly not looking at the blue genius or the blue clad dame from another plane. She wrinkles her nose. "Plate tectonics are not because an alien god is tossing and turning in the mother volcano. Where do children get this stuff?" she asks and sighs, ever so put upon.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum places her hands on her head and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her jaw clenches tight and she focuses on keeping her power to herself. It's harder when she's angry. "Hank, I am not trying to be ungrateful," she tells him through gritted teeth. "The fact that you are still trying to get me home, when you've told me its impossible is awesome." Another deep breath. "I just thought that perhaps, rather then upsetting you by flirting with you, I would back off and try to forget how much I wa..... wait. Never? What about Jean? She and you never... ?" She looks over to Rogue and then sits down, grabbing some of the papers and pen for marking. "I think my world was inhabited by rabbits."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue couldn't help but listen to the two bickering Betties and she grinned at Lorna and leaned toward her after the Klingon was said. "This is gettin' weird!" Rogue said in a loud whisper before she snickered at the comment about the geology stuff. She glanced down to the grading key and started to read up on it... she was seeing how this all worked now and started to get to grading.

"When I was a kid, I was terrified'a the thundastorms... My motha used t'lay in bed with me and sing songs t'try'n get me to go t'sleep... I can remembe'ah her voice." She rambled. "My dadda would on the doorframe and tell me that it was just the Gods playin' bowlin' up in the clouds, and when it was real loud, he said they'd just bowl a perfect game an' were stompin' around cheerin' about it."

She said all of this while grading away now. Though she paused and looked up and over at Tatum as she joined them. "I don't want ya t'leave... ya just got here." Rogue had severe issues with people leaving that she liked. Classic abandonment issues.... cause those same parents of hers both passed likely around the time of that little dumb story.

Beast has posed:
Beast looks flustered.. And not the usual flustered like when a student messed up an experiment. Nor the flustered when he's fighting some mutant terrorist bent on exterminating the world or some alien invasion of the planet. No, those are things beast can /Handle/. This is entirely new territry for him, above his pay grade if you will, and something that students have probably never seen before. And Rogue trying to act like things are all normal in the background is not helping either.

"Jean? /JEAN/? ME and jean never /what/?" he asks, voice actually going one whole octave. "OH MY STARS AND GARTERS! See? You toss out information that has NO relevancy, or that SHOULDN'T BE REVEALED. No, Nothing EVER happened between and Jean."

He trhows his hads up in his hairs."My comfort, or lack thereof, with yoru multitude of flirtations is neither HERE NOR THERE, tatum. No, its the fact that you keep holding me up against /YOUR/ Hank. That you keep /teasing/ me with snippets about a life that, through twists of fate and random quantumn permeations, I never was ALLOWED to experience!

"It is like a SLAP in the FACE, showing me everything /he/ has and /I/ never can have! The one and only time I came close to a woman she walked away because everyone told her that loving me was akin to /beastiality/. But LO ANd BEHOLD.. here comes a woman from another dimension who flaunts her relationship with a version of me that fate has FAVOURED. Does he /deserve/ more than I do? Did I do something /terrible/ to get reminded AGAIN and AGAIN that I am a BLUE.. FURRY.. BEAST with no prospects beyond the lab?" He gahs and turns arund, fming as he stomps towards the door... and as the mouthy kid looks about to say something Hank points at him. "Don't... Say... ANYTHING."

Polaris has posed:
Hank errupts and Polaris blinks, having, like everyone never seen this side of him. She presses her hands to the table and looks up at him, deciding it's better than trying not to listen. He stomps to the door and she leans back in her chair giving him the eye. "I recommend Kindl, it's how I find dates, and you definitly have assets." She tells him before sitting her chair upright again and picking up the work she needs to get done. "Anyone that says other wise you send to me Hank. You're totally hit-able." She picks up a pen, making a mark as she moves through her student's work. She looks to loud mouth the kid and arches an eyebrow in a wordless threat.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum was trying to end the arguement by going over and grading papers, but Hank is just as angry as she was and is letting out his side. The students have all mysteriously found somewhere else to be. It was close to lights out anyway! Unlike the other two, Tatum has seen this side of Hank a lot. It seems whenever they weren't getting along very well, they were fighting.

"Hank, the woman who told you that truly was stupid. And spineless." She stops trying to grade the paper, pushing herself away from the table. "And don't get me started on that commitee for the Nobel Prize. They call themselves men of science? And yet they let prejudice of a person's skin, or fur, stop them from giving you the recognition you deserve? They sicken me."

Standing up, she walks over to Hank, not touching him to keep her field from him. "Hank, you are one of the smartest people on the planet. YOu can lift a Mac truck! You are talented and sweet and thoughtful! Any woman would count herself lucky to be able to say you loved them. I know, because for a little under a year, I was able to do it. And I may never be able to again and that pisses me right off. So, if you think you don't have options to date, I am pretty sure you are dead wrong. And it might not be me you date. I don't like it, but I get it, but there are women that *will* date you." As she talks, her hands keep flinching as she resists the urge to try and hug Hank.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue, listened all of this and she just continued to jot things down on the papers with a red pen. She chimed in after Polaris and Tater. "Mistah McCoy. If yous were younger, ors I were olders. I'd totally let ya turn me blue with fur, if ya catch mah drift." She never looked up from her papers after saying that and went silent there-after, cause she was drawing pretty hearts and birdies on the papers that did good, and sad faces on the ones that did bad.

Beast has posed:
Beast stops... just inside the door he stps.. But he doesn't turn around to face anyone. Not Lorna.. Not Rogue.. Not tatum. His shoulders hunch and he looks down at his feet.. His big, blue, prehensile feet.. His paws curls, fingers creaking softly as they ball up and pale.

"None of this... Is the point." he says. "The world doesn't care about how smart I am, or how striong I am, so long as I use that strength and that itelligence to try and save it. They get what they want and the rest of the time I am just another.. Mutant. And not even the cute mutant that can hide among humans, pretending I'm not there.."

His fingers relax somewhat now. "This isn't about me needing a 'date'. This isn't about me needing to 'sow my oats'. I fight every waking hour so all mutants, all /humans/, can someday live equally and in peace. I give it my all. And you know what? I have asked for nothing return except to be accepted my self. I can speak out, be the 'visible mutant' in this revolution of ours but in the end I /will/ be alone because there is an old saying. What's the first thing you do when you win the revolution? You get rid of the revolutionaries. When you all finally get to walk free among humanity, remember that there are a few of us who probably still won't get that option. Thats our fate. We have to grin and bear it." and with that he pushes the door open and walks out.