1907/Kiss the cook!

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Kiss the cook!
Date of Scene: 10 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Cannonball, Cypher, Boom-Boom




Cannonball has posed:
    
    Grill is heating. There are platters of a variety of tasty meats arrayed on the table. Sam has a chef's hat, slightly askew, atop his head. He checks the temperature of the massive stainless steel grill, obsessing over making sure things get done. He turns, revealing a black apron which in white letters exclaims, "Kiss the cook!" With a red lip print on it. Twirling his tongs like a six shooter, Sam nods to himself. "Ah say, let's do this?"

Cypher has posed:
Doug is sitting twiddling on his phone. He has a loose shirt worn open an X-School T-Shirt and a trucker hat on that just says 'WHAT?'

He looks up, and says, "Oh, yeah. I'll have a chicken burger." Then he's back to work. He's actually talking to one of his Hacker buddies about putting together a fake ID for Dr. Milbury. Who honestly... creeps him out a little bit.

Boom-Boom has posed:
A blond girl wearing a two-piece bikini under short-shorts and a half t-shirt which says "Khaleesi" appears from towards the pool area. She's not wet, except her slightly-damp hair, so she's not been in the pool too recently. She sniffs the air and follows the trail to the grill on one the patio. "Sammie! Whattya makin'? Smells 'lish." she says as she pads nearby. Yeah, that's Tabby.

Cannonball has posed:
    "A yup." Sam replies to Doug. His back stiffens in response to that voice. "As ah live and breath." Sam deadpans. "Tabitha Smith. The aptly named Boom Boom." He turns to face her. "Hi Tabby." He starts to put some things on the grill. Couple of chicken things for Doug. "Hot dog, or a kabob, Tabby cat?" he asks her warmly. He remembers her favorites. He is meticulous laying out the grill.
    There is a sizzle as hot meat hits the grill.
    "It is good to see you again, Boomer." Sam says finally, smiling as he does. His face turns a little red and he busies himself.

Cypher has posed:
Doug Ramsey looks up from his phone, and looks between Sam and Tabitha. Back... and forth. Back... and forth. "Guthrie," He says, in a wry little murmur to himself, the hint of a smirk crossing his face, "You dog."

Then he puts his phone down and gets up, before he offers Tabitha a handshake. "Hi. My name's Doug. I, uh. Used to be a student here. I was... sick. For awhile." He doesn't know if the others mentioned him!

Boom-Boom has posed:
"A kabob please, Guy Fieri." Tabitha sidles up to Sam, and was about to put a hand on his shoulder but Doug intercepts. She stares a moment at the man, maybe in shock, then takes his hand for a moment. "I'm Tabitha, but usually everyone jus' calls me Boom-Boom." and she grins mischeviously. "You'll find out why sooner or later." She pumps his hand once and lets go. "Nice to meetcha. I've been away too, bummin' around for the summer. Workin' on my tan." and she spins in place for Dougie's view. "Do you like it?"

Cannonball has posed:
    "Ah ain't a dog. She's just that amaze'n." Sam says quietly. He busies himself with the grill. "Doug died. He ain't the first one to get better. Just the first one of us to do it." He pushes a hand through his hair, knocking his hat right off. "Shoot." He swears, and picks it up. It gets put aside on the table. He shakes out his hair. "Maybe I should cut it all off again." He mutters to himself. He puts the lid down on the grill and nods to himself, checking his watch.

Cypher has posed:
Doug tilts his head as he studies Tabitha, and he strokes his chin. "Very nice." He says, with the thoughtful evaluation of an honest critic. "No tan lines I see." He cocks one eyebrow at Sam but then takes his own hat off. "Yeah. I try not to tell people that straight up." He affects his best Mormon smile (and it's a pretty good one) and says "Hi! My name is Doug and I was dead for three years! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Then he shakes it off. "See? Terrible." Then he says, "If you cut your hair too short it sets off your ears. Then again, girls always did like your ears, buddy... it's worth thinking about."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha wrinkles her nose. "You look like a paintbrush when you get a buzzcut, Rocket Pants." she says good-naturedly. "But a cute one." She winks at Doug. "Tan lines? What are those?" and she goes to find a place to settle in. "I missed all of you and our little dramas like being dead and not-dead. Good times."

Cannonball has posed:
    Blush. Sam looks aside at that. "Don't you dare ever change, Tabitha." he says softly. He flips over her kabob. "Medium well, right?" he asks her. He flips Doug's burgers first, looking them over. He then starts flipping everything else. "Want your buns toasted?" he asks.

Cypher has posed:
Doug puts his finger over his mouth and looks back and forth. Not touching that one. Then he says, "Tabitha... Boom-Boom..." He gets that impy little grin he always gets when he's about to do something 'cute', and he says, "Did anyone ever tell you the story of how I started running with Sam's crew? I mean, I had hung out with them before, but I was more friends with another student. I mean, how I got my Black-and-Yellows."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Sounds good to me. But I'm easy." Tabitha says, that last maybe on purpose. "I can toast his buns for him..." and opens her palm, a little sparkling ball forms there. She doesn't toss it, though, she just closes her hand again and it goes away. "I'll save that for a funner time." She shrugs at Doug's question. "I don't think they did." she blows a big pink bubble and pops it. "How you joined the Babies?"

Cannonball has posed:
    His hand rubs at his face. Sam smears a little butter on the bread, and plays it down. He gives a soft sigh, and flips the kabobs again, real quick. He pokes at a couple of other things. "Be right back." He shuts the hood. He runs to the kitchen for some sodas. He knows what they like to drink, and he will hastily return with it.

Cypher has posed:
Doug puts his finger over his mouth when Sam runs inside, and he winks at Tabitha. "Oh, he doesn't get to run away from this one. The fun of this story is when he's here to hear it. So!" He says, striking up a completely different conversation, "Do you like Dazzler? Between you and I, she's performing incognito these days as 'Lady Shine' so she can branch out into other genres. I can totally get you backstage to meet her--"

He looks up when Sam returns with drinks. "ANYWAY," He says, rocking backward on his heels. "So. I wake up, in the middle of the night, to the sound of someone throwing pebbles at my window. Tink tink tink--you know. And I open it, and I look outside, and there's Sam, in nothing but a towel."

He affects the posture of a gangly, awkward Teen Sam holding a towel, "Dougie!" He says, perfectly affecting that slow southern Kentucky drawl that was even thicker in Sam's younger days, "Ya gotta come with me! Ah need yer help!"

Doug shakes his shoulders out. "Now, I was still mostly asleep and convinced I was dreaming. So I looked down at him, all eloquence and wit, and said... 'What the.'"

He affects Sam's posture again. "Doug, a space alien went an' crashed into the woods, an' we need you ta come use yer Mutant power ta come talk ta it!"

"So, just to chapter-check, there I am, mostly asleep, with Sam in nothing but a towel and his own effervescent spirit, telling me I needed to use my super-powers to come talk to an alien."

"So I looked down at him, and the Mutant Master of Language that I am, I just said 'What?'"

Cypher has posed:
"Now mind you," Doug says, "Nobody had ever TOLD me I was a Mutant up to that point. Everybody in the school knew, but I did not. SAM was the one who told me. Right then and there."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Dazzler? She's so last millenium, but backstage at a concert would be fun. I can steal her M&Ms, and maybe pick up some new boots. She can even sign 'em before I fisnish raiding her closet." Tabitha replies. Boomer sits up as Sam arrives with the drinks, she accepts hers. "No b... oh, yeah. School. Blah." She smiles at Sam, though. "Thank ya, honeh-pie." she drawls, trying to imitate Sam's accent gently also. She cracks open the drink and has a sip. "Ahhh." she sighs in satisfaction. "In a towel?" and she looks over to Sam a moment, possibly imagining the scene. Then back to Doug. "An alien?" she asks, excited. "Did it have a death ray? Did it probe you? Was there space-lube?"

Cannonball has posed:
    "Welcome, sugah." Sam answers without thinking. Whoops! The young man pauses. He then decides to play it like it did not slip. Not his best move, as he is like 12 shades of red. He can be heard to slap his face he strikes his eye ridge with his palm so hard. He clears his throat, and then plates. Bun. Two chicken patties. Two kabobs. He moves to put the plates in front of people. He moves to settle silverware. "Eat! Please!" He greets them warmly. Condiments rapidly join the plates.

Cypher has posed:
"We'll get there, but the answers are yes, an alien, he only has a death ray sometimes, and he never USES it because he's a pacifist, yes, but not in any way you'd write fanfiction about, and no, there was no space-lube. He's actually warm and feels kind of like a snake, but he smells like a computer." Doug stretches his shoulders, and he takes his drink, cracking it open before he says, "So Sam repeats, 'A space alien crashed inta the woods an' broke inta the school an' ah need you ta come talk ta it, it's life an' death, Doug! Now get down here an' Ah'll fly us back!'" Doug takes a swig of his soda and holds up a finger, before he says "So at this point I figure 'You know what, even if this is a dream, I'll play along' and so I go get a pair of my underwear and I throw them out my window at Sam and he looks up at me and says 'What'd you do that for?' and I shoot back, "Look man, I assume I'm climbing on your back, and right now you're one stiff breeze away from the two of us getting to know one another REAL well. So since you didn't bring any of your own, you put on my underwear or we're not going anywhere!"

"He didn't turn red. He turned PURPLE. It started with his ears and kind of... went down." Doug is cracking up at the memory, a deep guffaw. He takes one of his burgers in his hand, but doesn't take a bite out of it yet. "Now I want you to note that Sam's always had about twenty, thirty pounds on me and a good quarter-foot in height, so... yeah. Tight fit."

He's doing this on purpose.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha Smiths eyes go big. "Boys meeting aliens in their underwear. I wonder if that's protocol or whatever?" She shrugs, though, taking a bite of a kabob. "Mmm." She nods. "Great as usual, Sammie." and she forms an OK with her fingers. "So, you two were off to cause an interplanetary incident and start a war. Okay."

Cannonball has posed:
"Usual weekend. Me and Doug cramped up someplace trying to not cause an intergalactic incident." Sam quips as he goes back to the grill. He puts a hotdog aside for him, and starts to move items about. After a couple of moment, there is a plate of cooked meats on the he table, and the grill is getting reloaded. "I have pie in the oven." he checks his watch. He dashes! As he throws open then door, the oven timer starts to chime.

Cypher has posed:
"Well more like prevent both of those things from happening, it got a little crazy. So," Doug says, "I went to the school and found out about the Danger Room, which is where the alien had ended up, and he was starving to death--" Doug says. "And I was in a salty mood, considering that I had been woken up out of a sound sleep before my life turned into a Chris Claremont novel. That's kind of complicated. But. Between I and Wolfsbane and the others, we managed to communicate with him--and then we found out that after all that chaos, feeding him was as simple as helping him plug into a *wall outlet*."

He mutters, "And that was the day my life changed forever, and I met my best friends in the world. All of them -- including the alien." He looks down, and says, "Wherever he is, I hope he's okay. And I hope I'll see him again someday."

Then he looks up, and he says, with a cheeky flash of a smile, "So that's the story of the best night of my life. And it all started with Sam, in nothing but a bath towel." He winks at Tabitha, and takes a bite of his burger.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Lotsa good things start with Sammie in nothing but a towel." Tabby says with a grin. She's lying, of course, because she's probably never seen young master Guthrie in nothing but a towel, but still. It's an interesting thought. "And he didn't need an adaptor or anything? I mean, I can't even charge my phone in Europe without a new plug. How did you know he was a 'he'?" She plucks a veggie from a skewer. "Sounds like a good night, yeah. Hey, where is Wolfbae, anyway?"

Cannonball has posed:
    A string of softly accented almost swear words like shoot, shucks, darn, and poop come from the kitchen. A defeated Samuel Guthrie emerges. "I lost the blueberry pie. The two apples , and the cherry made it though, but the blueberry split and it is a mess. It's done, but it is not pretty." He goes back to the grill to poke at the items there.

Cypher has posed:
"He doesn't technically have a gender as mammals would understand it, but he chooses to self-identify as male, because Technarchs have such a high dominance and aggression drive. Even though he doesn't really have either, it just seemed like a natural fit to Warlock. So yeah. Warlock's a 'he'. Also, he's a shapeshifter, and he can turn into... just about anything. I mean, he once got into a fight with the Impossible Man, and THAT was a trip-- literally a trip. But yeah. He can turn into people, animals, battlesuits, jetpacks, a fully-functional spaceship with life support and everything..." Doug shakes his head. "He's actually terrifyingly powerful. But he'd die before he hurt any sentient being."

Then he looks around, and lets out a sigh. "I don't know?" He looks a little guilty about something.

Then he waits for Sam to finish poking at the grill. "But this guy?" He snap-points at Sam. "This guy? He is the *best*, Boom-Boom. I mean it. He will go to the mat for you, he will stick up for you, he'll fight for you."

He butts heads with Sam. "He's my brother. Wherever he goes, whatever he does, and I'm ashamed I ever said otherwise. I didn't mean it... and I never got to say I was sorry."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"You made _four_ pies?" Tab asks in surprise. "Damn, boi. When do you have time to brush your teeth, let alone take classes?" and she shakes her head in disbelief. "Overachiever." She goes back to the food for a bit. "People're are gonna jus' eat it anyway, doesn't matter if it's pretty." She smiles fondly between Doug and Sam. "Aww."

Cannonball has posed:
    "Huh?" Sam says oh-so brightly. He pauses. He leans over and he tugs Doug in. It is a hard, quick hug. "Shaddap." he tells Doug with a fondness.
    "Warlock? Talking about Warlock? He is different, but he has proved himself 7 times , and another 7 times again, and 7 more." Sammie gets a little biblical. "He is good people. Ya'll want more?" Because he is looking after them. It makes him happy to do it. He looks them over, eyes maybe lingering a moment too long on Boomer. He averts his gaze. "If not. I need a hotdog. Even burnt one for ya, Tabby."

Cypher has posed:
Doug laughs, and then throws a brotherly arm around Sam, before he says, "Let me take over the grill. I understand the language of grilling." He hip-bumps Sam out of the way and puts on his cap, backwards -- 'WHAT?' -- before he throws a couple more hot dogs on the grill.

"So," Doug says, cheerfully, "I had dinner last night! With a girl! It was a WAY better date than the one I had with Donna Saur." He looks sheepish. Yes... her name was Donna Saur.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Thanks, babe." she replies. "Is there spicy mustard?" Tabby asks. "So what else fun are you all doin' around here? Any new games in the rec room? Oh, I got a Switch and I've been playing Zelda all the time. 's fun." She tilts her head as Doug explains something fun he did. "With a girl? What kinda girl? Like a real girl and not a Canadian girlfriend?" She scratches her nose a moment. 'Should I meet her? Yeah, I should meet her."

Cypher has posed:
"I mean... we just had dinner. She's a mutant! She kissed me on the cheek..." He sighs, and then looks at Sam and Tabby, "But if I tell you who it was you have to promise to believe me, because I'm not even sure *I* believe me." He turns over a hot dog on the grill, and then says, "It was the Black Cat. I had dinner with the *Black Cat*. And I think she wants to see me again!" Doug says, before he lets out a deeper, dreamier sigh. Smitten. "I think it was when I beaned that guy with a flowerpot that got her attention..."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"You had dinner with a famous super hero-slash-cat burgler?" Tabitha asks. "The one with the big..." and she motions to her chest to indicate pushing boobs up in the air. "Huh. Does she know you're a mutant too? What's her power, anyway? Sexyhotness? Batting at yarn?" she grins. "Did you take flowers or a catnip mouse?"

Cypher has posed:
Doug says, sheepishly, "I did my best not to stare. I really did." He says. "She has *really* nice eyes." Then he flips over a piece of chicken, "Actually when she gets mad she curses people with bad luck. She's also super-strong and agile, and she has claws." He looks down at the grill. "Well she ordered dinner at one of her lairs. And we talked. And she said she'd find me again, and kissed me." Honesty wars with pride. "Kissed me on the cheek."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha chuckles. "Oh, stare away." She nods seriously, though. "I'm glad for you, really. It's good to get out of here and remember there's a world outside the walls, even if she's probably too old for you."

Cypher has posed:
Doug clears his throat. Ahem-hem-hem-hem. "Well I mean it wouldn't be the first time I lost my heart to an older woman. Even though it was Sam who got lucky -- mine, we were just friends."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Well, I'm sure you csn totally trust the Black Cat." Boom-Boom says. That might be sarcasm. "Age is just a number, they say. DId she have good booze, at least? Like wine or something?" she asks. "What did you eat? Tuna? Did it make its own gravy when you added water?"

Cannonball has posed:
    "Better not have burned my chicken, Doug!" Sam teases as he exits the mansion with some dessert for his friends. "It gets dry." he places pies on the table on trivets. He has some plates and a couple of pie cutters. His simile is warm. "Seriously though. Don't dry the chicken. It is for lunch tomorrow."

Cypher has posed:
"But yeah. She wants to see me again," He says to Tabby, "And I'm gonna go with it. She may be a notorious thief... but she was honest with me." He takes the chicken off the grill and puts it on a plate. Then he looks up at Sam, and says, "I was just telling Tabby about my date..." He grins, a little shyly, "With the Black Cat."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Maybe we should go along next time, just to scope her out, to let her know what's what?" Tabatha suggests. "Where're you goin' next time? Somewhere 'spensive? I mean, what's the point of going out with an older lady if she's not gonna be your shugar mama?"

Cannonball has posed:
    "Not keen on that Douglas." Sam drawls. "I ain't the sort to tell you what is wrong, and what ain't." He grins at Tabby. "Not all of us have 'spensive tastes. Lila." He pushes a hand through his hair. "Just be careful, Doug. I know what it is like to be swept up in bigger things. I know what it is like to." He shakes his head. "Just be careful, little brother." He pauses. "Apple, cherry, or blueberry?"

Cypher has posed:
"Apple." Doug says, before he finishes taking the next round of grilled delights off of the flame. "I can handle it." He says. "Besides... I don't know what's going to come of it. I'm just taking it all one day at a time." He helps himself to a hot dog on top of the chicken burger he has left, and he says, "I was thinking maybe Rahney..." He shakes his head, "But I think we're just friends. She's just... pulled in so many directions, it'd be better that way. She knows I'd--" He looks down at his hot dog, "She knows I'd die for her."

Cannonball has posed:
    He starts to cut the apple pie, and Sam nods. "Just be careful. A girl can make a guy do dumb stuff. Don't let yourself get caught up n that. It hurts when it all blows up in your face." And that is all Sam will say about it. He considers. "You cannot live your life for someone else, Doug." Sam says rather softly. He starts to cut into the blueberry as well.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Blueberry, please." Just like her to be contrary and make Sam cut another pie. "Have you told her? Rahne, I mean?" she asks Doug seriously. "I mean, you said you had died, so you know life's too short to screw around with this kinda thing." She sets her soda aside and rises to go collect the crispy weiner Sam had made for her earlier. "Want me to tell her?"

Cypher has posed:
Doug wrinkles his nose, and rubs the back of his head. "...She knows I care." He says, "And besides, I can tell that her mind is on someone else. I can't compete with that." He shakes his head slowly, and says, "And--and I don't think she feels that way about me. I really don't. Some people have star-crossed romances, but I don't really believe in them. There's just... learning to care about other people." He helps himself to the pie. "Still hot." He tastes it. "...Sam, your mother's apple pie recipe is the best I've ever had. This takes me back."

Cannonball has posed:
    "She loves you Doug, just not romantically." Sam nods his head. "Cannot expect her to wait for a resurrection. I know that is harsh, but we had to keep on living." He present Boom Boom with her ie. "It's all the butter, Doug." His tone is gentle. "Run a little extra tomorrow." He suggests. He though, moves to eat his hotdog now. Food is out. Family care for. Time to eat.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha sits again. "She knows you care, but 'little sister' kinda care. She might feel somethin' different for you, but she's too much of a little goodie-goodie God-fearin' proper girl to tell you. She probably thinks the same thing... 'He probably doesn't feel that way about me.'. and she shakes her head. "Geez. Everyone's dancin' around actually bein' happy." and she sighs. "You should tell her." She accepts her slice of pie. "What? No ice cream? You're slippin', Guthrie." Boomer laughs, though. "I'm kiddin'. Sit down and eat. Thank you, Sammie-honey."

Cypher has posed:
"It's my cheat day anyway." Doug says, "Funny, they all glamorize the super-hero life, but nobody ever talks about the long hours in the gym, the scientifically perfected diet. At least the health care's top notch." He tucks in, and then looks up at Boom-Boom and says, "You should consider this your unofficial welcome to the gang, by the way." He looks down, at this plate and grins, a little sheepishly. "I don't know, Tabitha. I'm not nailed down to the cat. We could catch a movie--"

Cannonball has posed:
    "Oughtta be happy?" Sam asks. "Seems to me that once upon a time." He shakes his head. "Water under the bridge." Look at that. Rocket pants has a bit of fire down below." He takes a bite and thoughtfully chews. "Need moofthard." He says critically, with a full mouth.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Thanks!" Tabby says to Doug. "Glad to be here." She frowns a moment at Sam's comment. "Sorry." and she sighs. A look back to Doug and smiles again. "I'd go see a movie, sure. Willa buy me some popcorn? I like Milkduds too." She digs into her pie too. "Mmm. Lovely." She looks to her hot dog. "I'm gonna be stuffed after the pie. I might have to eat the hot dog later."

Cypher has posed:
Doug gives a little smirk. "Deal," He says, before he takes another bite of his pie, and says, "...You know..." He says, "No matter what tomorrow brings, today is a gift. So, Sam. Boom-Boom..." He leans back, "I'm really glad to have this second chance. To make things right... to have another slice of Sam's mom's apple pie."

Cannonball has posed:
    "There is some wisdom in that, Doug." Sam agrees. he sets his jaw. "Can lead to dangerous thinking though." He has no right to get rankled about Tabitha and Doug doing to a movie, but it is pushing his big red button. What is up with that? Sam smears a bit of mustard on his dog. He's chewing furiously. He watches them for a moment, just obviously thinking.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Boomski looks pleased with her self. "I'll wear a push-up so you won't feel cheated since you won't be with your super-girlfriend." She looks at Sam over her pie. "You can take me to the next movie, Sammie. Maybe one of the other girls wants to go along? Fuzzybutt, or Pony girl?"

Cypher has posed:
Doug raises an eyebrow, and then he sets his fork down. "Tell you what." He says, "Why don't we just make this a friends outing? You, me, Sam, whoever else would like to come along. We can go into New York and make a day of it, just like the old days. Maybe we'll get into some trouble, maybe we'll save the world."

Cannonball has posed:
    Kentucky mule? He can be stubborn. "Ah insist ya'll go have a lovely time. Ah'll buy the popcorn and milk duds for ya'll." Because Sam? He's obviously had his button pushed, but she sure can't make him jealous! Nope! "Twenty cover it, buddy?" Sam shoves a bit bite in his mouth and chews on it hard.

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Oh, come with us, Sammie." Tabitha chides. "Probably better we don't start gossip the day after I get back anyway." She nods. "We can all go. I'll drive!" She rubs her hands together in glee. "It'll be fun!"

Cypher has posed:
Doug raises his eyebrows at this, and then he snaps his fingers. "Oh. I got you a gift, Sam. Hold on!" He gets up to run back into the house. "I found it online and went to New York to pick it up, that's where I met her--" And then he's vanishing into the house.

Cannonball has posed:
    "You won." Sam tells her quietly. "I am furiously jealous." Sam just admits it. "Which speaks volumes about my issues." Sam admits. He pulls out a twenty. He puts it on the table. "Have fun." He stands up. He's going to eat a few feeling. He starts to stand, and make a burger. It'll be a very big one.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tab screws up her face a moment, but keeps her voice low. "Jealous? Of Doogie?" and she laughs, maybe a little cruelly, but he's not here. "Don't be jealous, Sammie. He looks like fun but fun is all he can be. Have his balls dropped? I guess we could ask his Cat-tramp." Sometimes she's a bitch. "But fine." and she stands, her face going a little red. "If you want to stomp off like a big baby, go right ahead!" she raises her voice, a shrill edge to her voice. "Go on!" she points. "Run away." and she tosses a little time-bomb near his feet, but not close enough that it'll hurt him. "I don't care!"

Cypher has posed:
Doug is standing there, holding a record in a brown cardboard sleeve. "Aaaaaaand I will just give you this later, Sam," He says, before he shakes his head, and says, "Maybe in three more years." He rolls his eyes and walks back into the house, maybe shutting the door behind him a little hard.

Cannonball has posed:
    "Ah ain't the one that left, Tabitha." Sam growls. "So go ahead and blow it up. Ah ain't leaving now either." And the stupid Kentucky mule stands there. He -does- look at it, and he leans away just a little, because he isn't that stupid. "Doug?" He calls after his friend.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Boom-Boom does blow it up. *boom!* "Whattya want from me! I didn't leave." but she did. She reaches up to wipe at her eyes with the back of a fist. "You're a stupid hick. I hate you." but of course she really doesn't. "Arrggh!" she screams, throwing bombs in the air but away from Sam, not really trying to break anything for once. *boom* *boom* *boom*

Cypher has posed:
Doug has gone back inside the house, and chucked the record into a chair, before he scowls. "Wait. Why am *I* mad?" He crosses his arms, and says, "Oh right, I got dissed. Stupid." He goes to the library, where he can bury himself in one of those French novels, the ones with all the swords and blood. Angry reading. That's our Dougie...

Cannonball has posed:
    His hand is a big one. He's a pretty big guy. That hand attempts to snag her by the hair, and yank the girl right over into a very fierce hug. "Shaddap." Sam growls at her. He'll hold her close, and let her pound on him. "You are home. Eat your pie. Be snarky. Pound on me. Cut me to pieces. Be yourself. But don't you ever doubt this ain't where you belong."
    Sam is prepared to get himself beat up. "But we look out for each other here. So, settle down. Ain't nobody leave'n. Ain't nobody walk'n out, and ain't nobody hate'n on ya. You are home, Tabitha Smith." Sam makes a face, his frown cabing his jaw in it is so deep. "So work it out, because you are one of us."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha gasps as he puts her hand on her. "Don't you dare touch me!" and she does pound on him, hard at first but she's not really trying to injure him. Not stuff from the self-defense classes, for sure. Her fists end up just being slapping open hands on his sides and back and then she's just sobbing, her face buried in Sam's shoulder. "You're stupid." she sniffles, after a bit.

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    "Yup." Sam says. "Dumb as a mule, twice as stubborn and four times as ugly." Because that is how he sees himself. He just holds her. He holds her close, and he holds her tight. Let her pound on him. He'll endure it in stoic silence. he softly sighs, his eyes closed. "Get it all out. I gotta to take a beat'n from Doug too. You should know though. He hits harder." Is that a joke? "Way harder. You should be nice to him. He's a good guy."

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Tabby sniffles and pushes at him finally, to try and pull away. "Samuel Zachary Guthrie, if you want me to hit you hard, I will. I will make your life a living hell." but it's a hollow threat. She doesn't look that angry anymore. Once she's free she will turn and rub her face until she's composed herself and then her features are softer, not the usual smirking cocksure grin she usually wears. "I'm sure he's nice, Sam. He seems nice. You seem to love the hell out of him." and the touch of a smile quirks a corner of her mouth. "He can't be all bad, then." She throws herself down in her chair again. "You people drive me crazy." but she smiles. "I'll tell him I'm sorry the next time I see him. Hey, I'll even pay for the sodas if we go to the movies. I won't even try to sneak in the side entrance like that one time."

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    "Tabby Cat. You better try to sneak him in. He wouldn' have it any other way. Now. go find him for me will ya?" Sam gives her his best smile. "I gotta clean up. I made a mess." He pushes a hand through his hair, and then squeezes her for a moment. "Look for books. Dense, thick books. heavy, ponderous novels. Stuff neither you nor ah would read. Preferably something in a foreign language."

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Boomer grabs her hot dog and the last of her pie. "Alright, alright. I'll cut the poor guy a break and be all sweety for him." and she makes a sour kissing face. "Gonna run my stuff to the fridge and then I'll go peek in the library." She shakes her head. "Nerds."

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Doug is still in the library, lying on a couch on his stomach. He's switched to another book, which is in Thai - something from Madripoor, which turns out to be a romance novel, which he throws across the room, before he rolls onto his back and grumbles.

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    While Tabitha goes off to get Doug, Sam cleans up. It is hat he does. The grill needs cleaned, the food needs put away. Garbage needs out. A note needs left that says 'help yourself'. Sam has to get this sort of thing handled. It is how he is programmed.

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Boom-Boom wanders into the library. "Douglas? Oh... Douglas?" she calls, rudely shattering the sanctified silence of the hallowed temple of letters. "There you are." she says, following the trajectory of the thrown book back to its source. "Hey." she says, maybe a bit sheepishly.

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Doug looks up, and it doesn't take psychic powers to see the angry stormcloud over his head. "Sam sent you to apologize." He starts to sit up. "It doesn't really matter. You can just lie and say you did." He begins to get up. "Here's a little secret, Boom-Boom, people almost always mean what they say. Sometimes they just change their minds after it comes out of their mouth." He starts to walk by.

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Tabitha tries to grab at Doug's arm as he passes, not aggressively, just to stop him. "No, I wanted to. Noone _makes_ me do anything, Dougie. Not Sammie and not noone else. He's not my daddy." She frowns a touch. "I _am_ sorry." she says softly. Doug, being good at reading body language, should probably see that she's quivering a little, perhaps letting herself be vulnerable for once. "I have a big mouth and a short fuse, Doug. I..." and she looks down. "I sometimes just say whatever stupid stuff comes off the top of my head. I guess sometimes I say them to try and make people mad or twist the knife a little." She shrugs. "I'm sorry. You seem nice."

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Sam Guthrie is still cleaning up outside. Clean clean clean. Being too overly responsible doesn't help it hurts. Someone is coming to that realization. Things are going to change.

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Doug turns to look at Boom-Boom, and his expression softens, slightly. Then he says, "I didn't know how he felt about you, or I wouldn't have offered." He closes his mouth, tightly, and then says, "I died because I was stupid -- I felt like I had to prove that I was just as capable as everybody else, even though I thought my powers were a joke. Sometimes I'm reminded that really, deep-down, I'm just a jackass." He adds, "It's fine, Tabitha. It hurt my feelings, but I know the intent behind words. You were trying to dig at Sam, not me." Then he says, "But considering that I hung out with Sam Guthrie and Bobby freakin' da Costa, maybe I do feel like a little bit of a runt."

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Tabitha Smith nods. "We had a kind of thing, Sam and me." Tabitha agrees. "I didn't work out, though... 'cause I'm kinda a bitch sometimes and he's the sweetest thing. I don't really deserve a guy like that." She shrugs. "You didn't deserve being in the middle of the whole thing, or me being mean to you." She exhales through her nose. "I did really want to go to the movies with you. I mean, it'd be fun." She tries to pat his shoulder. "I don't care if everyone comes or noone. I did like your idea of making a day of it. Let's do it, huh?" She holds out her hand. "Friends?"

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Doug looks down, and then, after a moment, he grips Tabitha's hand. "Friends." Then he squeezes, once, and lets go, his expression softening, before he lets out a sigh. "Sam... yeah. He falls for girls who are..." He looks at Tabitha, "Trouble. He's got to save everybody. Funny thing is, the way he lives, one of these days, somebody's gonna have to save him. Speaking of, you should go back out there. Me, I'm gonna go get lost somewhere in this giant house."

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    He's happily cleaning up. This is simple. People are hard. Samuel is coming to understand he is holding people back. He is the problem. He's not a bad person or anything silly like that. Rubbing his forehead, Sam sighs, quietly. "I gotta stop this."

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Tabitha goes back outside, through the kitchen first because Sam _could_ be there. But evnetually outside. "Hey." she greets. "Talked to Doogie. We made up. Sorry for my big mouth." she says, contritely. "Can't shut it off sometimes."

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    "Do not be sorry for being who you are. Ah am not." Sam's brows are drawn. "You are not the problem, Tabitha. Ah am. Ah am not saying ah am a bad person, or anything ridiculous. Ah am saying ah am holding people back. Ah am causing drama. Ah... cannot fix everyone."

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Tabitha looks at the ground. "Nah. You deserve a nice girl, Sammie. Not a crazy bitch that goes off half-cocked most of the time." and she snorts. "All of the time." She reaches up to scratch her head a moment. "I didn't mean to make you jealous. Well, maybe part of me did. I dunno. And anyway, noone can fix noone else. People are who they want to be. Some people are brave heroes who want to take care of everybody like you and some people just want to smoke their meth or shoot up or live in the bottom of a bottle. All you can do is hope they ask for help or find their way back home." and with that last word she makes a little motion to encompass the surroundings there.

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    "It ain't your fault. And I don't know what I want. part of me wants to run off with you>" He shrugs. "Part of me wants to run off with Dani. Part of me wants to go home." Sam tosses the mustard at her, "Catch> Ah... think that ah need to stop trying to fix everyone. If you want to be with me. You will pull your head out of your butt, figure out ah am grown, and you will respect what ah want. If not... you will figure stuff out for yourself. For now, though." Sam nods to himself. "Ah think ah need to just be Sam."