15779/Never Forget to Cover Your Food

Never Forget to Cover Your Food
Date of Scene:	07 November 2023
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Illyana and Tabitha share a late meal and life lessons.
Cast of Characters:	Boom-Boom, Magik

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Boom-Boom has posed:
Late nights at the school usually involved an effort to get most of the kids in their own rooms. But eventually they're ensconced away and it's empty halls for the 'Grown ups' if one could actively call Tabitha Smith.

Sure in the legal sense since she's twenty three.

having long cleaned up after a day of crawling around and in an automobile's engine cavity. Tan cord jeans ripped at the knees, cropped XAVIER"S hoodie in blue with gray text. Clunky but serviceable workboots with a hint of pink socks between shoe mouth and cut ankle cuffs. Her hair switched from X-Teacher bun to comfy loose pigtails draping down her back while any wayward hair is kept out of her eyes by her yellow tinted cat eye frames.

Being in the kitchen, the obvious reason she's there is evident. The woman might still be hungry. Enough that she raided the fridge for the rare find, leftover Mac and Cheese.

In her hands, a pot and a wooden spoon are held, a swirling stream of plasma circling around the metal saucepan while she stirs and gets things back to a serviceable level of melty and not so oily.

It's probably safe. Nothing has actually exploded so far.

Magik has posed:
Ditto Illyana, who steps into the kitchen directly from Somewhere Else in her blood-stained, gore-dripping version of cozy:

Probably, she's here because she needs to eat.

(Several inches of severed, lilac-colored tentacle slide off her shoulder, down her back, and land on the floor with a wet *plop*.)

"I'm afraid you're going to have to share," she announces, matter-of-fact while rummaging through the fridge for beer. Psychic locks keep underaged eyes from even perceiving them amongst the sprawling riches of the Institute's fridge, and while Logan's private stash is where the real treasures are to be found, the sheer breadth of tastes on campus mean a healthy variety of options. Illyana, caring little for any of this, just takes the first bottle that crosses her eye and pops the top free with a brisk sweep of her fingers. As soon as this is done, a second bottle is retrieved and tossed towards Tabitha.

Boom-Boom has posed:
That is what could effectively be considered a 'Hot Mess'. A blonde covered in gunk and the remains of something that just wasn't eldritch enough.

"At least wash your hands, gross. Not everything in their is covered!" sometimes people stick leftover leftovers back in.

They forget the cling wrap.

"So how was work? Meet anyone interesting?" she playfully jokes as she eyes the tentacle falling onto the floor. Mostly to make sure it doesn't keep moving.

She keeps playful as she catches the bottle in hand and sets t on a bench where it can settle. Nothing has actually exploded so far. "You know maybe some of us would like to battle horrible abominations from the nether realms." she comments while she keeps string just a little more. The plasma stream fades with Tabby reabsorbing the energy and the pot set down so she can go find a couple bowls to dish up.

Boomie would have happily just scooped pasta from the bowl but that would have prevented the sharing.

Magik has posed:
"Then let this be an object lesson, to those who would defy the wisdom of the elders:" emanates from the Queen of Limbo, elbow deep in the fridge.

"Never," she states, crisp and severe, "forget to cover your food."

Once beers have been retrieved, Illyana leaves the fridge behind, strolling towards a table. Stepping through a briefly existent stepping disc along the way leaves her free of excess gore and still looking roughed and smudged; a quick detour past a few towels, perhaps.

"This was purely a matter of politics," she says, stepping up onto bench seating to take a seat on the table itself. "An infernal regent of middling power and outsized ambition thought that I could be bullied into providing unlimited strategic access to Limbo, and needed to be set straight-- you would have been bored to tears." The end comes with a brisk wave and a deep drink from the bottle.

"And you? Done any decent crimes lately?"

Boom-Boom has posed:
The benefits of travelling through space, and time. Better opportunities to get cleaned up a bit better. "That implies I leave food behind." she half joked as she starts scooping molten cheese into the bowls along with the pasta it is meant to cling too.

Being a very private school, Copycat makes sure it's not any of that god awful stuff one might find in public schools that barely count as food, let alone edible. "So how long did you last before you swiped left with the soul sword?" she asks with a grin, rounding the bench to set down Illyana's bowl, and incinerate the tentacle remains on the floor with a quick little but very hot flash of plasma from an finger pointed down. The scorch marks easier to clean off and can easily be hidden with a few trampling hordes of teenagers.

"Alas no impulsive crime. And only exploding in the danger room. Safe controlled environments. Soooo dull, soooo unfulfilling!" she admits. "I goo too long without a big blast somewhere, I'm gonna get weird!"

Which is probably saying something.

Magik has posed:
Illyana's free hand unfurls, offering Tabitha a tug up to join her if she so desires.

"Delaying would have been a sign of weakness," she says of her diplomatic escapades. "My patience was a mercy ill-deserved by this upstart, and what's left of his ambassador will serve as a reminder of his position." This lesson in infernal negotiations is punctuated by a long sip.

"Surely, you can find another car in need of stealing," she then offers.

Boom-Boom has posed:
The hand is taken and up she gets wth Illyana, with her own bowl grabbed along the way. She s not letting that carb loading goodness go to waste either. "I can understand, like you aren't a taxi service. And do you really want some random assholes getting their tentacles all up in your yard?" she double checks that the tentacle she blasted is destroyed. Demons have a propensity for not staying dead and regenerate pretty frequently.

And this is a school. "Might as well just let Mindless Ones infest the realm. At least they don't talk back." she jokes and then starts spooning macaroni past her lips.

"Maybe next car I steal, we can drive through Limbo. Most metal thing ever! Even better than off a cliff!" she ponders and grins with an evil look only a demoness could beat.