15717/Social Justice GTA

Social Justice GTA
Date of Scene:	18 October 2023
Location:	Out shopping.
Synopsis:	Tabitha, Illyana, and Kitty.
Cast of Characters:	Boom-Boom, Magik, Shadowcat

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Boom-Boom has posed:
So sure a small number of X-Women might have been out shopping in the city when they passed someone getting out of a rather fancy looking sports car and walking past them on the street.

Some wannabe playa with a very bored looking woman on her arm listening to a diatribe about how Mutants are going to be the end of humanity. The usual stuff you might read on a Friends of Humanity message board.

Once the couple is out of site and heading into what may be one of their places. Tabitha is already swiveling her head to make sure no one is looking.

"Okay that asshole does not deserve rides that sexy!" Tabby states, a hand slipping into a pocket inside her jacket. A black bolero bomber jacket with fleece lining peeking out the collar BOOM! and an explosion stitched on the back with a cropped pink and yellow mix of tie dye and digital camo under the jacket when she pulls on the zipper. A spiky pink leather collar on her neck matching wrist cuffs and a belt looped through a way too tight black denim miniskirt.

She hadn't had a chance to actually get in a girly mode since she came back to the school.

Autoshop class kind of needs full leg pants. The knee high wedgeheeled boots on her feet making her look taller.

From the jacket, Tabby extracts some tools, lockpicks and what looks like a slim jim, open via a swinging flat rivet istead of a hinge to make it under window seals that she uses to start working the door lock open, wiggling her hips as much as she is the metal.

"I could just boom the glass but fuck it, I am not sitting on that. And I think my students need to learn how to field strip a car for parts." she says back to her friends with a wicked grin. Her blue eyes almost glowing behind the yellow tints of of pink framed cateye glasses.

Magik has posed:
"I, for one, would like to suggest that we commit a series of other crimes, in order to frame him," Illyana suggests from over Tabby's shoulder, stonefaced and dry-toned.

Even though it's autumn, she's in a black sundress with bright gold flowers loosely connected by slithering gold threads, paired with heavy black boots that add a couple inches of height and a black choker with four tiny, dangling rubies.

"Moderate to severe ones."

Shadowcat has posed:
"Jerks like that gravitate to cars like these like garbaaaaoohhhhhholy crap, Tabby, why are you just carrying those around with you?!"

This is the first cogent thought of Kitty Pryde as she stares at Tabitha Smith and her modified slim jim and other assorted thievery tools she just kind of casually untucks from her jacket. Hazel eyes winnow down towards a squint.

What was once a simple shopping trip has very swiftly become a felony-in-progress. The story of Kitty Pryde's life. (Oh god, -is- that the story of her life--)

Dressed for the cooler weather of autumn in a long-sleeved, navy-blue cotton shirt that reads 'BOOLEAN BUDDIES' wreathing an image of a 0 and a 1 giving each other a high five, a pair of khaki capris and some simple sneakers, she might be the most underdressed of her friends. She also might be the one who has the -most- problem with casually framing someone for a series of crimes, judging by the 'please don't escalate the Boom-Boom' stare she levels on Illyana.

But she is -also- the one to suddenly stuff her intangible hand straight through Tabby's midsection, past her, into the car door, where fleet intangible fingers seek out the locks to just kind of... unlock them manually, even as Tabby does her wiggling work.

"Maybe we just stick to the grand theft auto for now and see how that feels?" Kitty suggests hopefully, looking one way or the other, as if expecting cops to spawn out of nowhere at any moment like a proper GTA.

"Hurry up hurry up get in--!"

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha grins at the Russian blonde. "Well if we return the car here when we're done it becomes vandalism. That's pretty minor! But this girl deserves to be driven fast and free before we give her a humane end. So we haul ass past some speed cameras rack up some fines, then drop the carcass in front of the hydrant across the street!"

Future plans after the fun and clearly Kitty might just be in an enabling mood as a hand phases through her and flips the lock open .

The car, a blue Porsche 811 with a hard convertible roof up. Two seats.

Once unlocked Tabitha is already getting in behind the wheel as best she can fit and start working on the second part. Bypassing the security so she can hotwire the damn thing.

"Once we're out past Yonkers we can open it up. You two will have to share a seat!" she encourages with a grin while the sound of plastic around the steering column cracking is heard and those tools, a pair of pliers from a multitool get used to strip wires.

"I was a thief before I joined the school and I kinda became a BlackOps type with a burn notice after I graduated. Yes I actually graduated. Tendril, Alexia and I kinda drifted apart. I needed a job. It's a whole fucked up thing! I should have just become a stripper!" she almost yada yadas her pest school life.

Eventually though there's a spark sound of electricity, and maybe Tabby sent some of her own bioelectricity through the wires though she does hiss a little for the zap. But the engines revs to life and Tabby gives the engine a little extra gas while she caresses the wheel like it was a girlfriend.

Magik has posed:
"Kitty," comes with an arm slipped around -- or over, depending on Kitty's solidity - the intangible mutant's shoulders. Illyana leans in, close enough to the other woman's ear to hover just north of a tantalizing purr:

"My oldest, dearest friend with the cutest curls..." is accompanied by an index finger stroking along -- or over -- the other mutant's cheek.

"... isn't the greatest crime of all - the one sin which we all must be forever vigilant of succumbing to - a life lived without relishing all of one's opportunities in full? A little speeding, some vandalism - perhaps some light bank robbery," she softly tempts, the last one coming with just enough of a thinly-pressed smile to indicate that it is -- probably?? -- being said in deference to the all-important Rule of Threes.

"All pale in comparison to the crime of an unexplored life."

This, she punctuates with a kiss against -- or just beside -- Kitty's cheek before side-stepping away.

Into a stepping disc.

Through the ceiling, into the passenger's seat.

Smiling, encouragingly, all the while.

Shadowcat has posed:
Tabitha gives Kitty a crash course on her school life. Kitty swivels her hand through the air after successfully unlocking the car through the age-old power of Cheating.

"Okay sure," she allows because she understands - it's an X-thing, she gets it - //but//, "but that doesn't actually explain why you're carrying them around on a perfectly normal non-thieving day--"

And there comes Illyana, leaning in with the perfect pantomime skills that only the lifelong friend of an often-insubstantial mutant could ever possibly possess. A companionable arm over ghostly shoulders. Words purred into a receptive ear. A finger stroking the vague curve of an insubstantial cheek.

Kitty's frown becomes a pout at some point during the callout of her cute curls, which is not because she is flattered, it's obviously merely because a pout is all that properly exemplifies her outrage at being successfully mollified.

It doesn't stop her, of course, from performing an eyeroll perfected by countless years - decades! - of tireless practice when Illyana finishes up.

It also doesn't stop her from being wholly substantial -right- when Illyana graces her cheek with a kiss.

She looks away with a long, labored sigh.

"I'm pretty sure the right to a fulfilling life isn't part of the Consolidated Laws of New York," she mumbles -- but Illyana is already gone, a stepping disc shimmering in her place. She looks at the ungodly gaudy sleek style of the Porsche. Then to Tabitha, caressing the wheel and working the gas like an attentive lover. She has Concerns. She looks at Illyana, waiting and smiling encouragingly. She has greater Concerns.

"I knew it was a mistake to let two blondes inhabit the same general area for too long, you've both gone mad with power," laments Kitty, fussing a hand through thick curly hair before--

"Fine!"

She could phase into the car. But instead -- she steps -into- that stepping disc, to fall through the ceiling, and land directly on Illyana's lap with a bounce and arms folded over her chest, because she wants her friend to -feel it-.

"Some light vandalism, and that's -it-! -Light-!"

Boom-Boom has posed:
"I keep them because I might need them. Turns out a lot of my training sunk in. Who'da thought Miss ADHD, Most Likely To Cheat On Her Girlfriend But Totally Didn't' would retain stuff." she explains finally. "Honeypotting and explosions only got me so far, and that includes a lycanthropy infection." Phasing and teleporting just makes Tabby eyeroll since she has to do everything about a break in the hard way. Though clearly they are still enabling that sense of criminality. Not like they're not on a few watch lists as it is

Just maybe not PD and law enforcement at street level.

No one saw them take the car as the Porsche pulls out and starts a leisurely drive away from it's parking spot. Only idiot kids go full tilt in a stolen car straight away.

And Tabby has been around a few blocks since she was a kid. The blonde redneck is at least a very safe driver while she wants to be. Sometimes she might take off from a green light a little quicker. One hand on the wheel while the other is light on the shifter between her and the two young women riding shotgun!

Occasional glances are given to the couple beside her while she drives. "Kitty, wanna do the honors and mess with this guys stereo presets?" it's a pretty fancy touch screen set up that looks like it controls both the stereo system but also the air con. Well the secondary. The real aircon is the roof as Tabby hits the button to put the top down and drive a convertible the way it was mean to be.

Magik has posed:
Illyana jolts in her seat when she's used as a landing pad. She does not give Kitty the satisfaction of a grunt or a grimace; for all that she wasn't expecting Kitty to just drop right on top of her, she is used enough to her one-time roommate's weight to be able to hold it in for the most part.

"The laws of the Universe supercede those of New York," Illyana offers while helping herself to a faceful of soft, nuzzle-worthy curls and wrapping her arms around Kitty's waist for a modicum of safety. Not that she's wearing a seatbelt, but: it's the thought, right?

"I, for one, am proud of you for using what you learned in high school," she then offers to Tabitha, one eye and part of a taut smile visible through a field of dark curls once she turns her head enough. "Sometimes, a girl needs to break into a locked space."

Preemptively, she turns her head slightly towards Kitty and adds, "For ethically justifiable reasons," without hesitation.

A beat passes.

"Or, at worst, reasons that can be made up for by thoughtful, diligent friends."

Shadowcat has posed:
If it makes Tabitha feel any better, at least Kitty can't hotwire a car with her phasing.

She'd just end up killing the whole thing and that's not useful for the cool crime of (car) robbery!

For not, Kitty just takes satisfaction in making Illyana jump a little even if she didn't get the -full- grimacing gamut of Sudden Friendship Attack responses she was hoping for (-next time-, she tells herself).

"Don't ever tell a New Yorker that," she remarks, brown ringlets of curly hair still bouncing a little as she settles in. Feeling Illyana nuzzle in against that mane of dark hair, she smiles a fond little smile and tilts her head back, sinking (not literally) back into her best friend.

"You'll start a war not even you'd be able to walk away from in one piece."

For the most part, she just enjoys the drive, even if it is in a stolen car; it's a -nice- stolen car, and a Porsche is a Porsche for a reason, so it'd be criminal -not- to enjoy it and oh god her internal monologue is starting to sound like Illyana.

At some point, her hands have fallen from her chest to rest on Illy's forearms with a little squeeze. If they go crashing through the windshield, they'll go crashing through the windshield -together-.

Aww.

It's only when Tabby speaks to her that hazel eyes crack open and peer at the blonde with a blink. Her expression brightens into an excited beam. "Oh, heck yeah! Let's see what this jerk's got going on--" And one hand abandons Illyana so that Kitty can lean forward and start fiddling with the stereo, frowning as she surfs. "Ugh, the douchebaggiest stations on this entire planet of Earth. Let's see how much you like NPR..."

She pauses in her sabotage to take a glance back at Illyana - as best she can from this position - as she adds those ethical prerequisites to her praise.

Kitty Pryde, currently jailbreaking a car stereo, says: "Har har har. I'll show you thoughtful and diligent. ... wait. ... does that make sense? ... Whatever!"

... and then returns to said jailbreaking.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Ethical, or to find out your team was really a test bed for superhuman responses against Unusual Weapons of Mass Destruction. Or against expendable armies of semi sentient broccoli." Boomski adds. "I've had to break out of places too as well. We don't always have our powers."

The drive is nice and smoth still and as they make it out of the city, and away from traffic and toll booths the speed starts to pick up and the wind in their hair starts to pick up. Tabby's pigtails flicking back over her seat and along the blue panel where the roof is stored while down.

The presets are a whole bunch of drum and bass techno. Not so much as a smidge of rock and roll, let alone anything else. Once Kitty works her magic, the whole world of radio is at her beck and call.

Open roads beget wild speeds. Tabitha's been along them so often it's like the back of her hand. Her body slumped comfortably in the drivers seat with her left arm resting on the door while that hand works the wheel.

"So I'm thinking, we find some cliffs. get this baby going over the edge. We're up high enough that we bail on the car mid flight. One thing I know we can all do is survive a base jump. We can land somewhere and watch the car crash in a gorgeous wreck. I light it on fire to destroy forensic evidence we might be leaving on the seats as I speak. We port the wreck back to where we found it. NPR playing if it survives. We head home and get baked on weed and adrenaline!"

Crazy ideas from crazy blondes!