15050/A Wreck of a Rec Room

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A Wreck of a Rec Room
Date of Scene: 07 May 2023
Location: Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Tabitha and Penance share Twinkies in the rec room
Cast of Characters: M, Boom-Boom




M has posed:
It's mid-afternoon at Xavier's. Most are in classes or outside, enjoying the pleasant late-Spring weather. Inside, however, some still remain. Getting a snack, studying in the library, or... in the rec room.

However, one particular being -- Penance -- has chased away most of the students. The red-skinned mutant is crouching on the sofa, eating Twinkies (a growing pile of shredded wrappers on the floor in front of her) as she watches some very bright, very hyper cartoon.

If anyone knew this was just a reshaped M, they'd probably take photos for future blackmail use. As it is, it's just a poor mute mutant recovering from some pretty harrowing things. Twinkies and TV are warranted.
Boom-Boom has posed:
One of the newest teachers at the school. That being Tabitha Smith, Boom-Boom had been adjusting to the fact she has a job. Semi-legit it might be as teaching auto-shop. This probably also means she might actually be moving in. And after finally parking her van in the garage, her bike, which is actually the daily drive since she was technically living in the van, is set into the same berth.

A couple boxes and bags brought all her stuff into the mansion and into an empty room upstairs.

Of couse lacking a class to teach yet since nearlt the end of the semester, means Tabby might just get away with the perks of being employed but not yet working.

At least she's wearing the school's merch along with some clingy dark blue Levi's and a teal hoodie that's been cropped to eliminate the hood and show off some midriff. The shoulders of a pink tank underneath while XAVIER'S is printed in a darker blue on her chest. red chucks share colour matching with a spiky red leather belt, collar, and wirst cuffs while her blonde hair is in a messy set of pigtails, red tinted raybans on top of her head.

Finally heading into the rec-room she spies Penance, not that anyone has told her it's monet yet. "Hey Slice. Any luck on finding Grey or another friendly telepath yet?" she asks and sits down near the red hued girl in black leather. And starts unwrapping more twinkies with less awkward fingers so the girl can eat with reduced mess. "Head nods and yes or no questions for now. I may be working on solutions for communication method that while not portable, may be less destructive. Jean does not approve of scratching the drywall. Like we can't just replaster." she says with a chuckle.
M has posed:
Oh, if only she could talk. The comment about not approving of scratching the drywall earns a sound that... could be construed as a laugh. It's a scratching sort of noise that eminates from deep in the mutant's chest.

Penance does seem grateful for the Twinkies and even settles back a bit to eat them, one eye on the television still. She chews on one as she considers her response. Finally there's a gesture with a finger-talon toward her head, then a shrug.

Conveying something about the telepathic types, certainly. But what might be a bit harder to sus out.
Boom-Boom has posed:
At this stage Tabitha is mostly just guessing what the girl Tabitha calls Slice is trying to get across. Experience as a thief and conwoman might help reading but you can only infer so much. The not quite laugh gets a big grin.

"If these walls could talk... for you. I could head down to home depot and get a few buckets of plaster. But I think maybe instead we just get a whole bunch of those alphabet fridge magnets keep buckets worth of them by anything with a decent metal surface, fridges, the whiteboards in class. So on. Already on the walls so you can just slide them along to make the words." she suggests and mimics using the knuckles of one hand against the flat palm of the other to simulate the movements.

Of course that just makes her think of something and she kind of blushes embarrassingly. "You can read? And like therefore write? I'm just guessing you can, but there's no shame if you can't. I had a a lot of trouble as a kid. Till we figured out I needed prescription lenses and help with like ADHD but the school I was at didn't give a crap. I wear contacts now. This school help me with tthe rest."
M has posed:
There's a slight furrow of (hairless) brow and a nod at the question. Almost as if Penance thinks it a silly one to ask. Of *course* she can read and write.

And she's not quite sure why the question annoyed her so.

Instead the mutant's expression just smooths over and she eats another twinkie, licking some of the overly sweet frosting off of one finger. Either she's just that careful... or she can't hurt herself. Small blessings.
Boom-Boom has posed:
The blonde might just be guessing, and seeing what sticks. So far the answer seems to be magnets. "So magnetic alphabet it is. Literacy doesn't make someone smart or dumb. And you definitely seem like super smart. I figure cover my bases in case another one of my ideas for helping communication turned out to be a bigger bust than a Kryptonian woman's." she points out, fingers going back to un wrapping as many twinkies still remain in reach.

She does however take at least one of them for herself. The girl needs her sugar content after all.

"So one trip to Walmart instead of Home Depot. We get more magnetic letters than a copyshop. Then you are tootally communicable. Then we can learn your name. And is there someone to punch? I feel like there is. We can go punch them together. I'll hold him down, you can get a good run up!" she suggests with a more manic grin.
M has posed:
If anyone could eat a Twinkie suspiciously, it would be happening right now. Slow bites, slow chewing, and a narrowing of eyes that gaze off into the middle distance.

It is clear. Penance does not think this plan will work.

Can she elaborate on any reason? No.

Instead she just goes back to watching the TV.. only to stop and look sharply at Tabitha when punching someone is mentioned. Penance tenses... and the cushion she's been perched on shreds. Oops.o
Boom-Boom has posed:
The cushion. And how it gets torn up. Tabitha's had plenty of experience with that reaction. She still makes it herself in some circumstances. dealing is why she came back here.

There's been some massive abuse.

"Hey, yeah, there's definitely someone punchable. Boomable even. But you're hear with us and me the Boomski. You do NOT have to be afraid of this person. If they come after you, they're gonna have a fight on their hands. And we're gonna fight straight dirty. Nutshots, cooter booting, we'll stomp a mud hole in their ass and walk it dry.

Hugging the razor sharp woman might be a dumb idea but she can do the next best thing.

Comfort food.

Or at least more twinkies. Thank goodness for sped up metabolisms.
M has posed:
There's still trepidation in Penance's mien, but she focuses instead on moving off the cushion and carefully dragging it off of the sofa. She considers for a moment, the other seats... and instead just perches in the space left behind. Hopefully she doesn't pull another Startled Cat anytime soon.

More Twinkies are accepted. And yes, indeed for the high and sometimes even hyper metabolism. Based on how much she's been eating since she arrives, it's clear the red mutant has a very highly driven metabolism. Lucky her.
Boom-Boom has posed:
It's probably lucky Tabitha wasn't the cushion. Blunt force she can handle even in tonnage. But you can bat a baloon all day, it'll only pop once. Thankfully the twinkies are calming. Or at least distracting.

Mental notes are made. Someone hurt Monet, enough to cause some PTSD.

The remains of the cushion will likely need to be swept up with the shredded wrappers and the more intact ones as Tabby keeps peeling. But getting the broom can wait.

"Any other snacks you wanna try? I think the bar over there has like everything unhealthy that a normal school would never serve. I bet they have Snowballs!" the chocolate and coconute flake covered marshmallows.
M has posed:
Though in a place like Xavier's, one can assume a lot of trauma. To be something that is often mistunderstood or feared at best, hated at worst. And like always notices like.

Penance at least is trying to settle back into something more at ease. And a distant part of her is likely aware the devouring of Twinkies is due to the fact that she always denied herself such guilty pleasures as Monet.

The suggestion of the 'Snowballs' does earn some interest and Penance skitters off the sofa to approach the bar, looking for the described treat. She does end up finding it and may even have a new favorite.