14769/Having a Snack

Having a Snack
Date of Scene:	09 March 2023
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	James and Jubilee discuss her next vehicle purchase.
Cast of Characters:	Warpath, Jubilee

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Warpath has posed:
    James can be found in the kitchen, mid to late morning, while most of the classes are in session and he knows that there's not nary a student in sight. Or so he hopes. He wants a snack. He's a 7'2" hungry giant of a man whom needs to eat a lot. Sometimes an entire antelope. Sometimes a buffalo. But today, it's just a very large sandwich with 3 layers of meats, green leafy things, red circular things, mayo, mustard, stripes of green things, and at least three slices of bread. It's already half missing, consumed, and placed upon a plate before him alongside ruffly chips and a large glass of milk to the right. Currently James is wearing a red and black flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and hiking boots. He's seated in a larger sized chair for the larger people - yet it still has a creek to it when he shifts.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee is unknowingly on the warpath! Well, no, but she's moments away from running into Warpath in the kitchen, heralded by the ringing sound of doom and destruction. Orrrrr, maybe it's the squeak of her basketball shoes on the floor as she propels herself through the hall somewhere between walking and dancing. The more alarming part is that she skiiiiids into the kitchen with her head ducked down and eyes closed, pausing before she bursts into motion again, arms pumping, knees lifting high with each step.

Jubilee is not dancing to 90s rap like no one's watching. Because she'd dance like this if she knew people _were_ watching too. But she does pause when her eyes blink open and she sees the wall has moved and invaded the kit- oh. Nope! Just another of those mutant guys who might as well be a wall. She's coiled up, right knee practically lifted to her shoulder, hands lifted and about to surge down in her next dance move. "I... uhhh... /heyyyyyyy/ man." she tonelessly speaks. She's clearly dressed for some sort of athletic function, a cropped pink t-shirt that bares her midriff, and bright yellow shorts that leave her legs free for all those exaggerated dance moves. "...Oh man! Is there any porchetta left? What about the pickled jalapenos?!"

Jubilee has her priorities right.

Warpath has posed:
    He heard her approach. It was impossible not to. Then the moment she burst into the room, he smelled her scent and then picked up on her racing heartrate from the physical activity. His dark eyes look up from the chips that he's grabbed with his right hand and he eyes the girl. The corners of his lips gently rise ever so slightly and then they part to answer, "I'm sure there are. The fridges are massive." - And indeed they are. Multiple walk in and box refrigerators do indeed offer a wide variety of foods for a virtual mutant army that lives within the mansion.

    He knows who Jubilee is, how can he not. It's impossible for anyone to not know of her reputation, her presence, and her mouth. Plus, he's read her file. All required reading by the staff. James teaches Social Studies among other things such as combat tactics and wilderness survival. He adds, "Though, I would steer clear of the porchetta. It doesn't smell right. But that's probably a preferred taste thing."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee's coiled muscles slowly ease, one lifted hand shifting from diving down on the next beat of bass to... more reasonably tapping at her earbud to pause the music. Her cheeks don't quite flush to match or exceed the pink of her top, but... it is a very vibrant pink, and if she /did/ match it, she might need to be rushed to the medbay.

She clears her throat, head tilting to one side to pop out an earbud, then the other, before they're dropped into the all too small pocket of her shorts to outline against her hip. "...Okay, fair point. But do you know where they /are/?" Eyebrows pop up almost daringly despite her slight stature. She's not intimidated! She's a /teacher too/! Sure, it's like... part time. Of gymnastics. But... she gets to park her VW Bug in the faculty garage! She's _made_ it!

She might deflate a little as she springs to one of the fridges to open it up and practically crawl inside for long moments, calling over her shoulder, "Oh no! If it doesn't smell like delicious roast pork and rosemary, it's... uhh... well, that's someone else's problem!" She springs back upright, turning around to bump the fridge door closed with her hip... the side /not/ holding her precious earbuds, and holding her prize. A bottle of sports drink. Eyebrows perk and she shrugs lightly, "So, how's the day treating you? Aside from, you know, the joys of finding out who hasn't properly tidied up what in the fridges? I didn't miss any Sentinel invasions, did I?"

Warpath has posed:
    James notices the flushing pink. It's impossible not to. He began to motion to the proper fridge with the above mentioned food item as she seemed to already know the destination. Instead of interrupting, he just lets the story play out, watching and subsequently munching on the ruffling chips within his hand. There's the digging around that occurs over her long moments and he grins at her commentary. With her turning, he's already gained more chips and taken more bites. His attention more on her now than the sandwich. Yet, the chips are a nice finger distraction. Even the nearby family sized bag is available if someone were to want to grab. He takes note of her sports drink and he responds, "All quiet on the eastern front. No sentinels, no attacks from the Marauders. Nothing from the Reavers or the Brotherhood. A bit boring. Nothing but the chaos of the students. What about you? What's new on the Jubilee front?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee doesn't really make a show of unscrewing her drink's top, but... well, there's a brief moment where it becomes a show simply because she struggles to get the cap moving enough to snap the tamper-proof security ring. Her eyes narrow slightly, like she's contemplating the odds of getting away with brazen chip theft, before she's tipping the bottle back to consume only the finest artificial colours and flavors in several long, almost desperate gulps. But then, well, it's a family sized bag of chips! And what are the X-Men if not family? Some sort of private paramilitary group? That'd be ridiculous. And so she helps herself to a far more moderate handful of chips, shrugging lightly, another swig of sports drink before she chimes out, "Oh! You know how it is. Gearing up for the next elective class period for the younger students. They're always the most interested in gymnastics. Probably because once you're old enough and inclined enough towards 'em, you've got the Danger Room instead of balance beams and parallel bars. Thinking about looking into getting a new car. I mean, I love my bug, but... I'm like twenty six now, I think I'm supposed to be going for something a little more fashion than function."

Warpath has posed:
    James shifts a bit, rotating toward her that he can squarely face her while she drinks and then reaches for chips. He'll slide the bag even closer to her that she'll have ease of access to more if she were so inclined. "I'm surprised that's an elective. Years ago, when they had Stevie Hunter around, it, along with dance was mandatory. All about keeping the students limber, agile, and physically adept. That and Martial Arts. Both were a prerequisite to proper danger room training. Similar to the training at the Massachusetts Academy. Everyone needed the basics regardless of how basic or advanced the danger room, or muti-vac training center was." then he segues into her proposed second subject and says, "A two door Jeep Wrangler would look good on you."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee's not the sort to turn down /offered/ free chips. It's like going out for lunch with Ororo and the weather goddess saying she can have some of her fries. She shrugs lightly and grins lopsidedly, "Well, I mean, we've got so many nimble and athletic people around here, I imagine it's just that the students go for other fun classes. Rock climbing or like... whatever other cool things the _kids_ do these days." She has to fight back her laughter to keep it short and sharp, because it doesn't feel like it was that long ago _she_ was one of them. Her eyebrows perk and she hums out softly, "That could be pretty cool. Pack the back with a tent and sleeping bags, go offroading, or just like, camping at a national park. Hmmmmmmm." She quirks her eyebrows up high. Definitely, this has intrigued her.

Warpath has posed:
    "Kids these days? Fun things? More like play on their phone and sit behind a screen." James states in a sardonic tone with a slight shake of his head. "Being outside is the best. I'll let you drive mine, see if you like it - if you want. I've always had a Wrangler or some sort of beat up four wheel truck. Something that and go overland - and like you say, out into the wilderness, camping, offroading, hunting... just being in nature." He does wear flannel. And not the grunge kind either.

    He turns, grabs, and takes another bite of his sandwich. He's such a large man, he nearly took half of the half of the remaining bits. His hands practically engulf the half; they only retracted to avoid being bitten. He chews and then takes down some of the milk from the glass. Gotta keep strong bones and muscles.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee stares for a long, deadpan moment. "I'm pretty sure volunteering your vehicle around here is like... /flagrantly/ against tradition. I mean, between Scott and Logan, I swear to god I walk _near_ the garage and I can feel one of them bellowing about staying away from their ride somewhere in the world." She clicks her tongue and mutters playfully, "One day? I'm gonna fly the Blackbird. Blow their miiiiinds." She hums out and shrugs, "You just gotta get more nerf guns. It's how I keep my students focused. You start getting absorbed in your phone, I start shooting you. Harmlessly."

She sighs out and shakes her head with a bright grin. Oh, to some, the sheer amount of food, and the ease with which it's being consumed would shock... heck, there are probably /tons/ of students who'd think it was a magic trick. But Jubilee knows how calorie-intensive being an X-Man can be. Indeed, she's had her own moments of people directing jealousy at exactly how a slip of a girl like her can A) Demolish a platter of chili cheese fries and B) Still be so perky and svelte. Really, it's all the mutant X-Gene. She's sure of it, no matter how many times she's assured her theory is wrong. "I mean, I'll give it a joyride, but I won't like, go on an actual camping trip. Like... my Bug's not a convertible, so making you try to fit into it while I've got your jeep? Cruel and unusual, big man."

Warpath has posed:
    He seems to enjoy watching her eat. Or at least there's some level of entertainment that he obtains from the constant flow of ruffly chips going into her nomming hole. After finishing off his sandwich, he will drink the rest of the milk while she talks and then he'll grab the plate, glass, and stand. Suddenly the 7'2" frame is towering over the slight 5'3", slip of a girl. He looks down upon her, smiles, and then turns to walk toward the dishwasher. As he takes the giant steps, he states, "Gimmie a sec to get this put away, and we'll go out to the garage. It's automatic. I've modified the seat a little to fit me, but it'll still work for you." And he begins the process of rinsing and then putting the dishes into the oversized conveyor dishwasher.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee's pace of chip inhalation slows, and then stops... after she's polished off a good twenty chips without even thinking, and then licked her fingertips of any remaining oil, salt, and seasoning. She tilts her head back, practically arching her back to bend backwards as she peers up, "I am not going to joke about how it's lucky we have such tall doorways around here.... did you hear me up there? I'm /not/ going to joke about it!" She snickers out and nods her head, before she's tossing back the last of her sports drink, screwing the cap back on and lining up a shot at the recycling bin, before launching it in... well, it skitters around the rim of the can before reluctantly toppling in. Not exactly the best jump shot. "Ah! Three points!"

Warpath has posed:
    His grin remains with how happy she is just about everything so far. Happy to be alive - or at least that's how he translates her fun outward aesthetic and cheerful mood. He closes the washer door and will grab the bag of chips in passing and say, "Come on, then."

    The trek outside and to the series of garages is short for his long legs. But as he walks, he'll query, "How long have you been with the team(s)?" Perhaps making conversation or leading up to something.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee's able to keep pace with long-legged strides easily enough... in that she's a physically active, fit young woman who has no problem jogging for an extended period, let alone the journey to the garages. She chews her lower lip almost pensively, "Oh! God, it's been like... years now! I was a high school student here, back when... well, okay, I wasn't /on the team/ so much as just... kept uhh... inviting myself along at first?"

She flashes a broad grin, shrugging helplessly, "But eventually I was like, a genuine X-Man. Kind of dropped out of it as I graduated, focused more on the... you know, getting my life in order? But I've always just been a call away. How 'bout you? I mean, I get that we have a /lot/ of tall guys, but I'm betting you don't also turn into metal like the other guy."

Warpath has posed:
    The story is revealing and interesting to James as he listens to her take on being an X-Man / Student / uninvited guest star. Then when he gets to the particular garage door, he pushes the panel code and the door rolls up to allow entry. He answers, "Nope. No metal. I'm just me. And yeah. I ended up being way taller than expected. Piotr's got a few inches on me. But I'm still stronger. And he can't smell your green apple shampoo or watermelon body wash. Heck, I'm not even sure he can smell." He grins, there's obviously some rivalry there.

    The raised garage door reveals a jeep inside. He says, "Lemmie pull it out and we'll get you in it." And he'll move inside the garage, open the half door of the jeep, start it up, and pull it out of the bay. Stopping it and shutting it off (push button start) just in front of the garage door. Then out and he'll start working on adjusting the seat for her size.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee snorts out softly and rolls her eyes, "Well sure, but like, /anyone/ can when I'm actually in the showers. I swear, for fading so fast after drying off, it's like... I swear you can smell it in the classrooms if I'm showering down in the team locker room. Even though there's like... that fancy elevator and everything." But then she's got other things to focus on! Like _not_ watching that code get entered, but definitely watching the door lift up.

She nearly skips around the Jeep to eye it up, until she comes to a stop to lean on the half door, arms crossing on the top of it as she chimes out, "Oh, no need to adjust the seat! I mean, I'm sure Hank can invent like... driving stilts. Or just pile a bunch of books on the gas pedal so I can reach." She snorts softly, biting her lower lip to fight back her big dumb grin.

Warpath has posed:
    The seat is easily adjustable. It lifts, slides forward, and becomes 'normal' for 'normal people'. He says, "It's really not that modified. I just had to get it to drop down lower than normal Jeep factory seats. Yet, the Jeep itself is clearly lifted and fitted with oversized tyres. So she will have to climb up into it.

    he fishes into his pocket and digs out his keys. "It'll go pretty much anywhere. There's a jeep trail that Alex and I worked on around the property, like a ranger trail, just a little more rugged. I'll show you the way." He offers the keys and after she takes them, he'll walk around to the passenger side and adjust the seat to accommodate his frame.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee, if anything, seems thankful that while the Jeep is lifted, and rocking some solidly oversized tyres, it's only lifted by like... normal standards, and so she can clamber up and into the adjusted seat with ease. If only because, well, along with her gymnastics, the girl's something of a rock climbing junkie when she's not being lazy.... yes, despite her manic energy, Jubilation Lee _can_ be lazy, as her streaming subscriptions remind her when they ask her if she's still watching.

But once that ascent onto Mount Jeep is complete, she sinks onto the driver's seat, clipping herself in, because SAFETY FIRST kids! She hits the start button and eases the Jeep into gear, beginning to pull out and glancing over with a broad grin, "Well! Maybe not a tour of the whole trail, but I'll take us for a little drive around." She clicks her tongue and hums out, "So this is what it's like being tall! ....I dunno, I kinda like being me-height. Don't need to duck in doors."

Warpath has posed:
    She can indeed see over most vehicles on the road. It's potentially a powerful experience. And the 392 engine under the hood is quite powerful when she moves forward.

    James says, "Funny you should mention, 'duck'." He smiles as he opens the glove box and pulls out a stylized rubber duck. Also in the box, she may notice several others occupying the space. He'll say, "If you get a jeep, you're automatically a member within an international jeep club for jeepers. You'll be amazed at how many people put these on your door handle or your hood." He'll show her the tiny duck in his massive palm.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee glances over at the duck, lips pressing into a thin line, eyebrows perking as she murmurs dryly, "Okay, so if I buy a jeep, I'm going to be flooded by tiny rubber ducks? ...I mean, okay, that defintiely sounds like a thing I'd do. Like, stucking ducks on _other_ people's jeeps..." She frowns thoughtfully, "Maybe that's actually a point towards it..."

She's tentative on the throttle at first, just getting used to the power and handling of the jeep... almost like she's got a history of borrowing vehicles she's not familiar with the handling characteristics of, and has some sort of _system_ so she can drive competently within about five minutes to not draw attention.

She glances over with a broad grin and hums out, "So! Got any further plans for the day? I'm not like, distracting you from lesson planning or going to the movies or anything?"

Warpath has posed:
    He lets her process the pros and cons for buying or not buying a Jeep. As she tests the power and the handling, he doesn't seem concerned or objective in any way. Instead, he puts the duck back up, closes the glove box and puts on his seat belt for legal purposes. Road rash wouldn't phase him.

    James gently shakes his head, "You're looking at it. I'm not sure I've been to a movie since I was a teenager. The seats don't really fit me that comfortably unless it's back row and I can lean against the wall or something. As for lesson plans... do people really do that? I just follow the book in Social Studies and follow my gut when training. Surely there's no lesson plans in gymnastics. Right?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee snorts out and bites her lower lip hard, muffling a laugh, head shaking quickly, "Nu-uh! Not theatres, like, you just go watch on the big TV in the rec room or whatever. Way more comfortable, you can drink if you want, and like... the students are _really_ resourceful at finding copies of things still in theatres. Probably from playing on their phones all the time."

She guns the engine a little, just to get a feel for the power of the jeep, and lets out an energetic whoop of joy, "Okay, beginning to think I get the fun of this! Plus, y'know, going off road and stuff is probably pretty wild!" She pauses for a moment and flashes another grin, "I mean, even for someone who fights big robots and stuff, right? Gotta have those simple pleasures in life too."

Warpath has posed:
    James smiles, quite content to ride and enjoying her enthusiasm. "Absolutely on both counts. Movies in the media room and offroading. Both. It's all about living life and forgetting about the world outside. Just focusing on the simple things. I mean, yeah. If I tump over my Jeep, I just get out and right it without the use of a winch or a jack. Which is sort of cheating. But still, fun to go off road, climbing hills, navigating rocks, fording streams, and dodging trees. And then like I mentioned, there are a lot of Jeepers in the world that are just good, down to earth people that don't take issue with a 7'2" Apache. They just want to drive Jeeps, camp, and be around nature. Alex (havok) is one. He and Lorna both. They're great to go camping with. And, it really gets my brain off fighting big robots."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee sighs out and bobs her head, "Plus, I mean, jeeps have been around since the 40s and keep going, so your hobby's not going to dry up one day... like... how was I supposed to figure /malls/ would stop being a thing?! Who wants to shop online?! There's no foodcourt online! And the pain of having to wait to return something because they got the size wrong and my shorts come in looking like a goddamn sail..." She sighs out.

And then she's glancing over again, turning the jeep's wheel to turn back towards the garage, "Well, okay, I mean, you probably don't. But I'm sure you've run into the opposite problem a time or two. But... hey, I'll totally borrow this thing sometime! Maybe find somewhere along that trail in the woods to stop and camp out."

Warpath has posed:
    "I hate it when the short-shorts come in and they're too big for me. Worse, when they're too small. Dang those Chinese measurements. Don't they know imperial measurements. Oh wait, we're supposed to know metric." and he grins. He'll then note, "The extra keys are on the inside of the garage door and the opener is in the console. Just keep gas in it and we're good."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee snaps a sharp little salute as she pulls the jeep in and cuts the engine, "Deal! ...Also, I'll make sure to take it easy on the trail because some of us can't just tip the thing back over again if we roll it. And calling for help would seriously damage my self-worth." She nods solemnly, although those dark eyes of hers are glinting merrily.

Warpath has posed:
    He'll get out, start to fix the passenger seat back to 'normal' and he'll say, "Oh, and don't worry about rain or snow inside. Jeeps are wired marine style. Meaning, they can be under water and still be fine." He'll then exit the garage and look back at the Jeep and her. "Anything else you need to know?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee unbuckles her seatbelt and springs from the jeep's driver's seat with a 'Whoop!' before she lands on the garage floor and scuffs her foot thoughtfully with a little laugh and bobs her head, hands rummaging in the pockets of those gym shorts, hips rocking to and fro, "Oh, not really, I figure if I get confused on anything, I'll just, you know, pop off a light show until you notice."

Warpath has posed:
    "You don't have to be so dramatic to get noticed." James says with a slight grin. Then he'll turn on his heel and adds to the commentary. "I'll be around." Then he looks right, left discerning the direction, takes a step to the right, bends both knees, and leaps eastward toward Breakstone lake. This leap isn't a 3ft distance, it's more like up-up-and-away and over the expanse of the forested property, out of sight.