2363/So, is it mein face

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So, is it mein face
Date of Scene: 07 September 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Nightcrawler, Deadzone




Nightcrawler has posed:
    He is quiet. It can be handy, it can also be a bit creepy at times. Kurt pokes his head in from the hallway. His tie is askew. he actually wears one most days. It provides him with an air of professionalism. His tone is ginger, respectful, and almost genteel. "Miss O'Neal? Might I have a moments of your time, fraulein?" He steps into the room, sliding one of his odd hands through his hair, smoothing it back in a calm manner. His smile is genuine if awkward. 'I think, perhaps, fraulein?" He bites his bottom lip, "We need to uh, clear the air, ja?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    He is quiet. It can be handy, it can also be a bit creepy at times. Kurt pokes his head in from the hallway. His tie is askew. he actually wears one most days. It provides him with an air of professionalism. His tone is ginger, respectful, and almost genteel. "Miss O'Neal? Might I have a moments of your time, fraulein?" He steps into the room, sliding one of his odd hands through his hair, smoothing it back in a calm manner. His smile is genuine if awkward. 'I think, perhaps, fraulein?" He bites his bottom lip, "We need to uh, clear the air, ja?"

Deadzone has posed:
It's a quiet term for her this semester. It would seem no one really wants to take home ec! Sure, there are the freshmen who are required to take it in their year, but she has only one senior, a small handful of juniors and no sophmores. Depressing, but it does give Tatum time to do sewing for herself.

The goth stands in front of a tailor's mannequin, pinning a paper dress onto it. It looks fairly similar to the gothabilly swing dress she already has on, some changes in the bodice region. A crimson crinole peeks out from under her skirt, swishing to and fro with her movements.

Looking over her shoulder when she hears the voice, she looks at Kurt with a deadpan expression. Good poker face. If not for the fact that this is the same expression that Kurt always gets, while everyone else on staff gets smiles and laughter, Kurt might not even know she doesn't like him all that much. She closes her eyes a moment and pulls her shoulders back with a deep, cleansing breath. "Certainly," she says in a very professional manner. "What is on your mind, Mr. Wagner?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "You vex me." Kurt says with uncharacteristic frankness. His tone is still genteel, though now tinged with a hint of regret and some sadness. His amber eyes regard her with some seriousness. "I cannot figure out what I have done to offend." Still with the directness. 'I obviously have. I am sorry for whatever it is that I have done, fraulein. I know hot pitiful such an apology is, but, uh, I cannot think for the life of me what I have done other than attempt to be a friend?" His left hand moves just a little in a small gesture of conciliation, :I just wanted to apologize. I could not figure out what I did. Uh, if you could tell me, I will do mein utmost to not do so again. Unless it is, mein appearance?" He says that so gingerly, as if he does not want to think that. "I-I can nicht help that. I assure you, I paid for it within hours of birth, I am told?"
    He's a fine performer, but he's not performing. There is this undercurrent of quiet hurt beneath his words when he talks about his appearance and having paid for it. If he is acting, it is Oscar material.

Deadzone has posed:
When she is told that she vexes him, Tate closes her eyes and takes another deep cleansing breath. If not for the fact that one hand is now balling into a fist that is so tight her knuckles go white, she might seem actually rather calm. Before she opens her eyes, she can barely be heard muttering a count of 10 under her breath.

"Mr. Wagner, I can assure you that it is nothing that *you* have done. At least not this world's version of you. As Dr. McCoy keeps pointing out, while there are so many similarities, there are differences too. You don't need to apologize for your dimensional twin from my world being a ..." And then her professionalism drops as she clenches her jaw and rolls her eyes, grumbling as she says what is really on her mind. "..first rate douche bag."

"And your looks are fine. Mind you, I might just have a fetish for blue fur, so my opinion on that matter is incredibly biased."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "If I need not apologize for him, fraulein, then why am I punished for his beahavior?" Kurt asks, giving his shoulders a little shrug. To him, it is that simple. "I will trouble you no further." Kurt gives her a polite, almost courtly nod. He turns. His tail is low. If anything gives away his mood it is that. "I apologize for vexing you so." The slim blue fellow picks his way towards the door. He actually stuffs a hand in a pocket, which is a little difficult for him as he moves.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate hates hurting people. It makes her feel bad. She hates feeling bad. So, in spite of her feelings towards Kurt due to his other worldly double, the fact that her feelings towards him have hurt him make her feel like she needs to make amends. "Wait," she says with a grumble.

She cocks a hip and rests her fists on them. "The you from my world ... he said some things. Called me a murderer. Said I ... said other stuff that I really would rather not repeat. I was 18. I only just discovered I was a mutant and I was confused and angry at the world. At a time when I needed support and understanding the most, he condemned me for being me. Which... kind of ironic, considering... you know, him.. you... him... Okay, this pronoun shit is really pissing me off, but considering the condemnation you yourself have experienced for just being you."

She tosses her hands up. "I know you aren't him. But I don't know where you are different and where you are the same. So... I don't know if I should just let it go or keep you emotionally distant so you can't hurt me like that ever again."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Well, within hours of coming to the mansion I had accidentally killed my step-brother, Stefan, I cannot help by envy this other Kurt for his good fortune and lack of mistakes." Kurt snaps back, just a hair irate. He twists his head in obvious discomfort. "So, I. I have nothing to say. I will leave you be, and I will be professional and kind." He gives a little nod of his head, which turns into a headshake. "If you will excuse me? I have to go be accountable for my actions, not those of someone I never met?" He just shakes his head. "You have made your position clear. I am sorry to have disturbed you."
    He is injured. Obviously being disliked for something someone else did just upsets him.

Deadzone has posed:
"Oh for crying out loud! Kurt, would you get back in here so I can apologize for being a cow of epic scale and you can point out what a hypocrite I'm being already? If I can make amends with Cain Marko, then finding out you aren't the same as the Kurt from my world should be easy. My Kurt never apologized for anything in his life, as far as I can tell." She frown, her brow furrowed, now looking the contrite one. "Please? I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know how much that sucks. So, how about we wipe the slate clean?"

She thrusts out her hand. "Hi, I'm Tatum O'Neal. Deadzone. I'm a null, so you might not want to touch me. Not sure how it would affect you."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I refuse to be that cruel. Hypocrisy is how all of us make it through the day sometimes." Kurt says in a gentle, is slightly self-mocking tone. "What I just did was passive-aggressive and wrong of me. It was a way to guiltlessly criticize you while painting myself as the victim." Kurt admits it after a moment's thought. "What I just did was wrong, and I am sorry. So... ja. If you will forgive me for being manipulative, ja, we can start over."
    Kurt sighs softly. "I had thought I was past that. It was wrong of me. I am sorry this other Kurt mistreated you. I am obviously not much, if any better. I will take that blank slate if it is still available, ja." he will take the hand, and although he loses the ability to teleport and feels a bit ill, Kurt will kiss the hand in a gentlemanly manner. "Kurt Wagner, known as Nightcrawler." he wrinkles his nose. "Terrible codename. Regardless, mein klein fraulein, charmed?" He knows right where to leave the kiss, just there, by the knuckles, where the nerve is.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate's lips purse to the side as she looks at Kurt, a tickle of a smile forming at the corner of her lips. Well, that's definitely improvement. Her first smile directed at him since she got here. "Hey, we all make mistakes. Sometimes some real bad ones. It's how we deal with the aftermath of the mistakes that make us good or bad people." She wrinkles her nose after saying that. "Okay, I've been hanging around Chuck too much. I'm starting to sound like him. If I start wearing tweed, please put me out of my misery?"

Deadzone hasn't touched the Kurt from this world before. She's noticed that sometimes the effects have been different from her reality to this one. She waits, looking to see if there is going to be a visible change, seeming almost disappointed when she doesn't get one. "Yeah, I was never really happy with Deadzone either. It makes me sound like I ruin your wifi reception." The kiss to the knuckles gets a rise of a brow and her smile grows. "Careful there, cutie. I already told you I have a thing for blue furry guys and I would hate to have you and Hank angry at each other."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "You would be fetching in tweed." Kurt teasingly flirts. "With the leather arm patches? a smart hemline, a silk blouse. Smart heels, maybe with a quarter inch more to the heel than the usual, just enough to add a little more oomph?" Kurt suggests. 'Lovely." he compliments. Kurt appreciates a smartly dressed woman.
    "I have no fear. Herr doctor McCoy is far more buff than I am, even if I cannot help but believe I was blue first, so.." He gives Tatum a playful wink. He settles himself back into place. "I am glad it was a brief exposure. Prolonged und I might have known what I would have looked like had I not been born this way." Kurt auses. "Let's avoid that, shall we? Might be better not to know. I might have been bald, round, and terribly German,, ja?" He has no idea he would have been tall, pale, blue eyed and dark haired. His shoulders move in a little shrug. "Now, I was thinking? Perhaps we could entangle out curriculums a little? Mein drama kids want to do a play. How about your kids cook a reception meal?" Kurt seems to just bury the hatchet. Just like that.
    "A little reception to class up the show would be good, ja? Und it would maybe help your kids branch out a little?" His eyes sparkle. Obviously, Kurt is sublimating his party-goer days into being a good teacher. "We are months out yt. Seems like the sort of thing to talk about in advance?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tate considers the outfit that Kurt proposes. "Not nearly black enough, but... maybe for Hallow'een. I'll go as Chuck or Hank. If I dress up as Hank, then maybe I can get him to go as me. I have to admit, the idea of him in a dress is kind of appealing." As the two continue along this line of conversation, Tatum's pale grey eyes crinkle with unspoken laughter.

"It's funny, I get that alot. Scott doesn't want to get used to being able to see colours other then red, Jean dislikes that I'm an empty hole in space where a person should be and don't get me started on our darling curmudgeon, Mr. Howlett. Though, I doubt you would look anything other then dashing and debonair, no matter what colour your skin was."

"Ohh! A reception! The audience gets their chance to meet the actors, tell them how marvelous they were, while eating finger foods and asking if the bar is open or not. Yes, we had those at Juilliard all the time!" She nods her head. "I'm sure the students would love that. I can get small groups to come up with appetizer and finger food ideas. They'll love it!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I wanted to Romeo and Juliet, but they are insisting on the Princess Bride. I am making them stew a bit, but I will, of course, give in. If that informs your decisions?" Kurt tilts his head. "Und ja. To know that I was handsome, or to know I was ugly, or anything? I need to be happy with what I am. Some days, it is harder than others." Kurt admits. "It is easier to be happy when I do not know. Given what my parents look like, I have an idea." His smile is faint, a little regretful, and his eyes are distant for a moment.
    "Regardless! They want to swashbuckle, and all of that, so I figured a romantic, maritime theme?" He asks her warmly. "Something fun. A little flirty, but tasteful and ultimately wholesome? It is a lovely play within a play, und it is quite sweet."

Deadzone has posed:
"OOoooh, Mandy Patankin in skin tight leather... Yes please!" Tatum gets a grin on her face. "Who are you going to get to play Fezzik? Do we have any students able to size up like that?" She moves over to her desk, leaning against it and smiles shaking her head. "You look like what you look like. The second best shade of blue and dashingly handsome. Really, all you need is a little Antonio Banderas moustache and you'd have the girls swooning all over. Probably best to just stay the way you are. We'd have a riot amongs 80 percent of the girls and 20 percent of the boys. Can't be good for educating them." She winks as she teases.

"Okay, so romantic and maritime themed. Maybe some finger foods based on that. I'll make it a class assignment. Something to go with the theme of the play. A fun challenge." The goth tilts her head and looks to Kurt with a smile. "You know, this is kind of nice. Talking about the students and trying to see if you turn purple if I can make you blush."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I do turn purple." Kurt says. "But it is hard to do so when I know your flirting is empty as you are a happily involved woman." Kurt replies. He adds, "No facial hair. I cannot grow it." His shrug is small and a little lame. "I think it is the blue fur? It strangles the follicles, or prevents them, or if I just do not grow hair." Kurt taps his chest. "Fur is different, you fee? Hair will nicht grow on steel." He teases himself. He leans over. "Ja. You are exactly correct. If you would also maybe join in with our band students in the pit?" he asks her. This is Kurt making nice with her. "I haff heard you are exquisite, und the the cello is a lovely instrument. We could use a little more experience in the pit. Another adult hand can also keep it from getting a little disruptive." Kurt purses his lips.
    "I want the kids to feel special." he says finally. "I want them to feel like we went all out for them. i want them to remember this as a fun time, and to graduate and think fondly n this. If we dress it up a little, well, they will at least know that at some point someone at least cared." His left hand presses his heart for a moment. "That is what I want them to remember. So in 10 years, when they need to turn to someone rather than make a bad decision they will remember us, and maybe they will call us and we can help them." Kurt considers it carefully. "That would be the best."

Deadzone has posed:
Tate smiles and shrugs. "Guilty as charged. He makes me want to go into long term debt with him. Pretty serious stuff," she says with a wink. "Well, technically, the fur is what is coming out of the follicles. So it's not that you can't grow a moustache. It's that you sorta already have one. All over your body."

When asked to join the band in the pit, there is a momentary intake of air. It's been a while since she has played with an orchestra, even a small one. She looks away, not wanting Kurt to see just how much that offer meant to her. "I would be honoured. THank you. It would be nice to bring out Baby, since Remy went to such much effort to get him back for me."

As Kurt talks about the play and what he wants, Tate looks to him, pleased but confused. "That's ... sweet. I mean, really sweet. Anything I can do to help. Oh! Charlotte! She's big enough to be Fezzik, if we can change him to a female part."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Excelent." Kurt says warmly. "It is not -just- a play." Kurt clarifies, catching her confusion, or thinking he detects some. "It is an experience for them. It is a chance for us to make them feel like a star for a night, and some of these kids? They still could use a win. I can relate to that. I took a great deal of pride in being a performer. It was something that made me happy to be seen as having worth, despite mein appearance" Kurt pulls in a breath. "A little bit of a positive stroke never hurt anyone. I work mein kids hard. We work very hard, und I wand I want them to celebrate hard afterwards. I want it to feel like hard work is rewarded, und for them to know we have their backs." Kurt's tail slashes. "I want them to know that this place will always be home. Even though I hope all of them move away."

Deadzone has posed:
The last bit seems to cause a spark in Tatum. "Like the Nest was... Yeah... I get it. Hard work and learning about yourself through that work and then being able to look at what you did afterwards and say 'Damn! I did something awesome." She nods her head with appreciation and then frowns, her nose When she looks up at Kurt, she still wears that pained expression. "Does it make me a bad person that I'm sad the others like me were never born? I know HYDRA sucks, I know what they did to the others in the experiment was terrible, but knowing that in this world that they never existed feels like a very painful paradox. Like, I'm glad they didn't have to go through all that, but I'm sad that I will never see them, or that I never saved them, that they aren't all working for a better future for themselves." She takes a deep breath and lets it go. "Wow.... who knew you and I burying the hatchet would bring up all this other stuff?" She waves a hand, dismissing the previous conversation about herself. "So, do yuo know who you want to cast in what parts yet?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I am not casting." Kurt says. He sounds nervous. "Their play. I am making them work it out. They are adults, or nearly so. Let them figure it out. I will help hem, but this is their production. These kids have fought battles, traveled dimensions, und learned a lot about themselves. They need to learn to work in teams, und put things together." Kurt does not view his job as teaching drama. Kurt is trying to teach the kids how to be adults.
    His shoulders shrug. "They want to bew adults we shall treat them like it. They will succeed. I will not let them completely fail on their own." Kurt seems terribly certain. he slashes his tail. "Sometimes, a little forgiveness can unlock many things. It is magical." Kurt says carefully.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum nods her head. "Absolutely. I think us, the liberal art teachers, we teach the kids something more important then the skills of our classes. We teach them the little things they need to basically survive. You teach how to interact with people, to communicate and get ideas across. I teach budgetting and gardening as well as the cooking and the sewing. Not to say that the sciences and such aren't important too, but they teach knowledge. We teach life."

"Forgiveness has the power to heal. The most important of which is learning to forgive yourself. Read that in a book once. Can't for the life of me remember which one." Reaching up, she pushes aside a bit of hair that slipped down. "I've been a real bitch to you these last few months. You didn't deserve that. I can't change what I did, but I hope that maybe we can try to make up for lost time and be friends? Oh... that reminds me... If I said the word Bamf... do you associate that with anything other then a sound? You know what? Don't answer that. I've not seen them, so that likely answers my question."

The freshmen start milling into the classroom, greeting the teachers. "Well, I guess this is my class. Time to actually earn the money Chuck is paying me. If you'll excuse me?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I would hug you." Kurt tells the woman warmly. "If it did not make mein stomach turn. Your powers, not you." Kurt assures her with a warm wink. He starts towards the doors. "I am glad we have this sorted, fraulein." His tail swings a bit higher as he moves. His smile is bright and over his shoulder. He ignores some of the looks of disgust and infatuation given him by the young female students.