179/Smokin'!

Smokin'!
Date of Scene:	27 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Deadzone

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Wolverine has posed:
It is a sunny April afternoon in Westchester, and most of the students are scurrying about and being kids. Logan has washed up from a day working out in the yard, and has seen fit to smoke himself some food.

    The man pulls a slab of ribs from the fridge, which has been sitting in a rub for the last twelve hours or so. He leans down and sniffs it, before nodding to himself. This will likely go into his smoker he has out in the yard. He sits back and leans against the counter, turning to peer out ther window at the kids playing, or studying under trees. He is dressed in jeans, boots, and a white shirt under an unbuttoned flannel.

Deadzone has posed:
Having her headphones in, Tate is dancing towards the kitchen. She can be heard humming along, the clicking of her high heels random and sporadic as she dances to the tune that no one else can hear. When she comes into the kitchen, wearing skintight pants in cobalt blue, black high-heeled, studded boots and layers of what can loosely be described as tops that together keep her decently covered, and a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.

she continues to boogie about, grabbing pots and ingredients for candy making. "Hey Logan," she says to the groundskeeper as if this stranger actually knows the guy!!

Wolverine has posed:
He stares as she dances into view, his brow furrowing a bit. His ears pick up the Parliament blasting into her ears, and his nose picks up the scent he caught in his now empty hidey hole. His gaze dips curiously over her.

"Don't think we know eachother," he offers in that strangely pleasant growl of his. "At least you've got a better taste in music then most of the kids around here." He brushes his fingers over one of his mutton chops as he cocks his head to the side a bit, watching her.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum pulls out an earphone when Logan starts talking to her, still shimmying as she works around the stove. "Oh, didn't get the memo?" She offers out a hand, her fingernails lovingly manicured in a red that wants to be dark enough to be black but doesn't quite make it. "Tatum O'Neal. New Home Ec teacher. Dimensional castaway." Before he can grab her hand, she pulls it away. "Sorry, forgot. I turn off powers. Your alternate, on my world, was okay with that, but I've learned that this world ain't the same as mine, so I won't be offended if you don't want to touch me."

She takes her phone off of her hip and puts it in the docking station to let the music fill the room as she cooks. Water and sugar, placed in a pot with a thermometer.

Wolverine has posed:
He blinks when she explains that, and his gaze dips over her again, clearly curious. "Huh. What do you mean he was okay with it?," he asks curiously before he steps over to pick up a roll of tinfoil. He then shoulders open the door leading out to the patio with his smoker. He can still easily talk to those in the kitchen, or they can step outside to find him.

He opens the big tank and leans in, shifting about the wopod at the bottom and setting everything up. "I've been out for a few weeks. Took a trip up to Novia Scotia for...well. had to track a few people down." He shrugs his well-muscled shoulders and glances over at her.

Deadzone has posed:
While the sugar and water is cooking, the dancing home ec teacher gets out silicone molds and long paper sticks. She also gets out food colouring and .. HEY! That's your bourbon!! Well, what's left of it. What was a full, unopened bottle is now just a dram or two at the bottom.

"I mean that he didn't really give a shit if I turned his power off or not as long as it wasn't during a fight. Not that he and I ever got to. Hell, we never even got a chance to spar, which kinda sucked. He'd.... well you, would have been a great workout." She smirks then and takes a moment to give him a once over. She says nothing, but it's pretty clear what she's thinking.

Wolverine has posed:
He hardly seems to mind when she gives him a look over. He takes it all in curiously, while he makes his way back into the kitchen. He eyes the bottle but doesn't mention it yet, instead picking up the huge slab of ribs. He moves outside and slides it into the smoker.

"I can be a pretty good work-out," he offers with a grunt. His gaze dips over her again, eyeing the way she fills out thist skinny jeans. "So, what rings you to this world?," he asks curiously as he works. He doesn't seem TOO shaken by the idea. He IS an X-Men, afterall.

Deadzone has posed:
Once the sugar and water hit the right temperature, colour and.. Dear God in Heaven! She is using Logan's best bouron in her candy?! That removes all the alcohol!! What sort of devil woman is this?! "Yeah, I bet you could be," she says, her tone of voice implying that she is not talking about sparring in the Danger Room.

"Well, was coming home from work and this big alien head shows up and says 'Oh, you'll do nicely.' then BAM! Blinding light, lots of pain, this screaming in my ears that feels like it's splitting my head. And I was in the parking lot, but my car was gone. Called up Hank and he didn't recognize me for Adam. Which makes sense now, but boy did we have a blow out fight then. I nearly blasted the whole diner. Finally brought me here so Chuck could take a look see into my noggin, make sure I was being all above board and now, here I am. Hank says my time signature has slowly changed from mine to this world's, so I'm stuck here. Unless the head shows up again like I'm some sort of chess piece in an interdimensional game."

Wolverine has posed:
His eyes widen a bit when he realises what she is going to do with his bourbon, and he growls softly. "You owe me a new bottle," he grunts eventually. He closes the smoker up and slips back inside, setting a timer on the stove. It looks like he is letting the copious amount of ribs smoke overnight, until around noon tomorrow. "Huh. Well, I've heard of weirder things, I guess." He brushes his fingers back through his hair and then hops up on the edge of the island in the kitchen. He sits there, watching her work. Part of his gaze is a curious one, the other is an admiring one.

Deadzone has posed:
When Logan growls at her, the Home Ec teacher closes her eyes a moment and shivers. There is just something about a low baritone growl that makes shivers go down a girl's spine. "Already got you a replacement from when I pilfered it. Just wanted to give it to you in person and apologize, but like you said, you weren't around." The sugar liquid is then poured into the silicone molds. The ease of which she does this is a good indication with her familiarity with the procedure.

"Yeah, well, not suprising you've heard of weirder. If your life is anything like the version of you from my old world, me being shanghied by aliens is sort of a day at the beach. How was Nova Scotia? Are any of the people you looked up still in the land of the living?" Unlike many of the X-men, Tate doesn't seem to bat an eye at the idea that Logan's fighting style tends to be rather deadly.

Wolverine has posed:
"One is. The other isn't," he grunts in reply to the last question. He slides from the island after a few moments, and he steps in close behind her. Having noticed the slight shiver, he leans in briefly to growl right beside her ear.

Then, without mentioning anything of it, he steps back and slips back onto the patio. he fishes a cigar from his flannel pocket, and he sits down on the bench beside the smoker. "Well, hope this world doesn't turn out -too- different for ya."

Deadzone has posed:
If Tate was in her world, secure in her relationship with Beast, the growl in her ear would be shrugged off as teasing. But here, with her and Hank at this awkward dance of keeping each other at arms reach, Tate has to pause to grip the counter at the growl. She holds up a finger, taking a moment to swallow. "Not fair," she tells him, not looking away from the candy in front of her.

She takes a deep breath and composes herself when Logan heads back out to the smoker, noticing the cigar coming out of his pocket. Well, at least he isn't smoking inside. Storm would have a fit. "It's same in a lot of ways, but different in weird ones. Hank has told me I should keep most of what I know to myself, as I could cause ripples here. So, I can tell you I'm not from here, but I can't tell you what I know about you from my world." She rises a shoulder, giving an apologetic twitch of her lips. "Sorry, hot stuff." She then starts to do her dishes while her candy cools.

Wolverine has posed:
He puffs idly on his cigar as he lounges back. He nods a bit to her, plucking his cigar from his lips. "Makes sense, I guess. It's like time travel or whatever." He takes another puff as he turns and watches her through the open kitchen window. "All's fair in love and war, right?" He scratches his stubbly chin and turns his attention to the smoker as it works its slow, delicious magic. The smell makes his sensitive nose tickle. "So, what do you teach? Home Ec? Hm. I'm just the groundskeeper. Repairman. Sometimes I give lectures on...different things. Wilderness survival. Hunting. History." he shrugs a muscled shoulder.

Deadzone has posed:
Once the pot and thermometer are all cleaned and the ingredients put away, Tatum comes over to the bbq area to hang out while she waits for her lollipops to set. She takes out another lolly from the pouch on her side since the pockets she has on her pants are really just for show since the pants are too tight. "True, all's fair, but I kinda have my hopes saved up for someone in particular. He and I were honeys back home and ... well, I really would like to see if this world's version is.... willing to try."

She smiles and looks down at her boots, folding her arms over her chest as she leans on the doorway. "Yeah, back home I taught Music, but you already have a music teacher. Chuck said my skills in cooking and shi... stuff would be useful, so here I am, teaching home ec. Talk about weird." She nods her head. "Huh! Yeah, I'm used to you teaching history. You always bi... scolded the students for listening to the way the books tell it." She then gruffs up her voice and makes a grumpy face. "Who ya gonna believe, ya little pissant? The book or someone who was actually there? Now sit down, shut up, and listen or I'll fail yer lily white ass."

Wolverine has posed:
He arched an eyebrow at that and laughed a bit. "Well, I guess I'd sound like that if I was a teacher." He brushes his fingers over a mutton chop as he considers it all, chewing on the end of his cigar. "

Wolverine has posed:
He arched an eyebrow at that and laughed a bit. "Well, I guess I'd sound like that if I was a teacher." He brushes his fingers over a mutton chop as he considers it all, chewing on the end of his cigar as he considers her comment about a person. "Mn. Well, if he isn't interested you let me know. I wouldn't mind peeling those tight jeans 'o yours off and seeing if I'm as good of a work out as we both hope I am."

Yeah, Logan just said that. But, then again, he is QUITE a bit more upfront and open about stuff like that. At least when students are not around!

Deadzone has posed:
There isn't a lot that will flummox Tate. She's usually the one doing the flummoxing. She likes treating men the way creepy guys treat women at bars, making them need to say they have a boyfriend before they back off, because it's fun and it proves a point. On her world, Logan had *never* hit on her. Not once. He was always more of a chummy uncle. Okay, a really hot chummy uncle, but that's about it. And so, when this world's Logan is so blunt, Tate's lollipop nearly falls out of her mouth.

"I.. I... did you just?" She takes another moment to try and process what just happened. "You know? Ummm... thank you. For the offer. I'm just gonna.... I think I need to go beat something up right now." She turns and starts heading back inside, mumbling to herself

Wolverine has posed:
He laughs softly and sits back on his bench, watching her go before his gaze returns to the smoker. He is amused, but also genuinely interested. She's a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of the other women around the school. Logan puffs on his cigar as he turns to peer out over the lawn, watching the students study or relax outside. The snow is gone now, afterall, and Spring has sprung.

"Well," he calls out, "The offer is on the table. Have a good one."