2716/Unseasonably Warm Weather

Unseasonably Warm Weather
Date of Scene:	06 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Storm, Marvel Girl

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Storm has posed:
    She might not admit to causing it, but one of the benefits of Ororo being back on campus is the unseasonable warmth now and then. Like the kind of sunshine and warm weather that makes for perfect poolside lounging. And it would be a shame not to take advantage of it. And so, Ororo Munroe is stretched out on a lounger by the pool. Judging by the way her white hair is slicked to her scalp, and the gleaming droplets and lines of water along her skin and the silvery one-piece suit she has on, she already took advantage of a dip or two. Now she's just soaking up some sun, humming serenely to herself, arms crossed behind her head. All in all, she looks... about as smug as someone who changed the weather patterns to give herself a day of sun and fun. And, you know, responsible mentoring to the tutors of Xavier's school. Of course.

Marvel Girl has posed:
    All in all, it's been a relatively awkward time for Rachel since she's arrived in this time. Not that she's not grateful to be somewhere safe, for all the other problems it's come with -- but for Rachel (just Rachel, as she has steadfastly refused to give just about anyone her last name since she arrived at Xavier's), adjusting has been... difficult. Things are similar, and yet different, and the juxtaposition of those two things have led to a repeatedly jarring and led to an increasingly isolated Rachel. When she does come out, it tends to be to relax...

    ... like, say, when the weather is too blatantly perfect for pool-side resting to ignore. It's the siren song of the warm beat of the sun and the cool breeze that draws Rachel to the pool at Xavier's today, figuring - hoping - that the students and faculty will be too busy with school-related business for the pool to be all that populated. And she's largely right -- except for the one person there who caused that perfect pool whether to begin with.

    "Oh. Uh," begins a voice, ever-so-eloquently, from behind Ororo as she lounges so calmly poolside. She need only look behind her to find Rachel, dressed in a vibrantly red bikini and awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck; green eyes focus on Ororo in a familiar, briefly pained way that she manages to suppress to attempt an awkward smile. "Hi. Uh. Ororo, right?" She knows she's right. She's not sure why she asked. "Sorry, I thought it'd be empty -- I can go, if you want--" Socializing: it's hard.

Storm has posed:
    Ororo's head tilts back, eyebrows lifting high. She peers intently for a moment, before her lips curve in a warm, utterly genuine smile of her own. "Indeed. I suppose... well, I'm not exactly likely to be mistaken for Illyana or Elizabeth, hm?" She lets out a soft little snicker, head shaking slightly. "And no no, please. It would be downright greedy to keep the pool to myself during this weather. And you're already dressed for a swim!"

    She sighs out and groans softly, giving a shake of her head, "Besides, if -I- leave, then you're swimming without faculty supervision and I'd have to go... work on a test or something. And we don't want -that-." She clicks her tongue, shifting around until she's laying on her stomach and staring again, right side up.

    "So, just out to enjoy a swim, Rachel? You seem... tense. Worried." She quirks an eyebrow with an impish little grin, doing her best to put the girl at ease. "Hank's tests aren't as impossible as he claims if that's what it is. You can relax."

Marvel Girl has posed:
    With Storm's insistence, and the warmth of that smile, Rachel seems to ease up, just a bit -- that natural defensiveness that seems to cling to her like a second skin dissolving slightly in the obvious way her muscles slowly relax. It doesn't stop her, of course, from abashedly barking out a short, awkward laugh and scratching her fingers through that short mop of red hair at the teacher's teasing words. "Yeah, uh, guess not," she concedes. "Dunno why I asked that. I'm an idiot."

    And so, managing a modest sort of smile, the time-displaced mutant makes her way towards the pool, only pausing to cast a glance back towards Storm with a pair of lifted, incredulous eyebrows. "Seriously? Faculty supervision? Is that a thing?" she asks, just before she reaches the side of that pool, dipping a toe in with the minute ripples of that serene surface disturbed -- something she pits the bulk of her focus on when Ororo asks that question.

    "Huh? Oh, he's not -- I'm pretty sure they -are-," she insists, first and foremost, before her sarcastic little smile fades just a bit. "It's just... been difficult, getting used to things here," she admits after a long moment. She makes her way to the deep end of the pool, crouches just a bit... "And then with that whole invasion, things just..." Hit too close to home, she doesn't manage to say, offering a simple, "It's nothing, really," before she dives into the warm waters.

Storm has posed:
    Ororo's shoulders lift in a leisurely little shrug, eyes levelled in a steady, intent gaze at the redheaded mutant as she walks up to the pool. "Well, it's a perfect excuse for you to swim and me to... utilize my time bonding with the student body. And not doing -actual- work." She nods solemnly, lips curving in a wide, cheshire grin with a flash of ivorty teeth. "So it seems like it's -totally- a thing."

    She's not even kidding about it, keeping her eyes on the girl as she giggles out softly. "Yeah, I can understand that. I mean, it's difficult enough for our students who are just coming here from a home in the suburbs. You've got... more adjustment than them, by far." She tilts her head with a little grimace and sighs out, "And yes, the school itself... can throw some wrenches into things." She sighs out, teeth worrying her lower lip as she watches Rachel dive in.

Marvel Girl has posed:
    Crystal-clear water bursts up from that serene surface as Rachel disappears beneath the freshly-sloshing waves. It's refreshing, the instant it hits her skin -- simple comforts like this are also things she's trying to get used to, but in a much more positive way. It shows how unused to it she is in the awkward way she swims, like someone who only really learned out of necessity than anything else. Still -- she takes to that water happily, wading beneath the surface to slowly make her way towards the opposite end.

    "Totally a thing, got it," finally says the redhead as she breaches once more at the edge of the pool. Water matting at her short hair and beading at her tanned skin, she lays her arms out across the edge as she floats there, watching Ororo with quiet consideration and a sardonic smile. "Good to see the staff's so dedicated to fostering good relations with the student body," she quips, voice so very wry, but still tinged with light - perhaps even friendly - amusement.

    She still quiets just a bit later, those other words still lingering on her mind. Chin propping against her forearms, she heaves a little sigh, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment. "Yeah. Wrenches. Something like that," she murmurs, green eyes fluttering back open. She blinks -- and her expression turns towards the sheepish. "Err -- sorry. I didn't mean to bring down the mood. Weather's too nice for that, right?" And then, slowly, those brows furrow as she puts two and two together. "--Wait. Are you doing that--?" she asks, and then sort of... swivels a finger up towards the air, as if to indicate 'the weather, all of it.'

Storm has posed:
    Ororo laughs out softly and shrugs her shoulders. Her eyebrows perk up as she slips from her seat to step to the pool and dive in, disappearing from view and then popping back up a moment later with a rich laugh. "Well, I -may- be. But come now, surely if I'm going to be your teacher and, as is so often the case around here, friend... I can't exactly be upset at you for having -emotions-." She frowns thoughtfully and murmurs out, "In fact, it's likely a good balance, having all your emotions, if we -all- focus on that, maybe we can counterbalance Logan only having 'grump' and 'snarl'."

    She swims closer with a cheery little laugh and murmurs out, "But, if you can keep a secret... well, I -might- give the weather just a little nudge now and then. A warm day when I think we need one, maybe a little... tap to make sure we have a white Christmas." She clears her throat softly and murmurs, "Always before the egg nog. ...If anyone ever asks if you were around for the Christmas blizzard a few years back, that was -definitely- not me..."

Marvel Girl has posed:
    Green eyes track Ororo with interest as the X-Woman dives into the waters shortly after Rachel reemerges. She can't help the small smile that plays at her lips when her companion offers up those words, scoffing just once before she rolls that gaze up to the warmed over skies. "But what if I wanna be the best there is at what I do?" she asks dryly, that sarcastic humor helpfully turning away from discussions about her own emotional state. "I don't have the snikting, y'know, so my options are kinda limited."

    There's an air of familiarity when talking about Logan, too, that she often adopts despite herself -- even if they're not the -people- she knew, they're still the people -she- knew, and it's hard to divorce the two. She happily takes those distracting words, though, turning about to face Ororo as she floats her way with the faint cock of her head. "Alright. Deal," she declares. "It'll be our secret. My lips are sealed." She considers a moment, before adding, voice just slightly awkward and pitched slightly faint, "Friends... wouldn't be so bad either, I guess," spoken almost like an afterthought... and one immediately follows up with the faint quirk of one red eyebrow as she crosses arms over her chest. "Right. Well. Next time you get drunk, I think I'm just gonna stay indoors, if it's all the same to you." A rare grin quirks at her lips. "Seems -almost- safer."

Storm has posed:
    Ororo laughs out softly and murmurs dryly, "Oh, I assure you we will work to make you the best you are at what you do... but grumbling and scowling have, of course, been taken. You'll simply have to find your own place, Rachel." She clicks her tongue and sighs out, "Besides, surely you'd like to be able to wear more than beaten down tanktops and flannel shirts, hm?"

    She rolls onto her back, shoulders and upper torso just peeking free of the water as she begins a downright leisurely backstroke. She seems comfortable as can be in the pool, but then, she -does- tend to use it as an escape from the stresses of her day. She huffs out and scowls playfully, "Well now! I got drunk just last week and no one had any weather problems!" There's a long pause and then eyebrows furrow slightly, "I mean... any rumors about me getting drunk at Harry's with Kurt and Lorna are exaggerated. And anything about me singing along to Journey on the juke box is an utter -lie-."

Marvel Girl has posed:
    "Yeah, okay. See? You're starting to make a scary amount of sense here, Ms. Munroe."

    These words are uttered with a grave dryness as Rachel's eyes follow the motion of Ororo across the water, as if trying to learn the way the woman swims just by watching. Eventually, as those backstrokes begin, the redhead pushes off the wall of that pool, water cresting around her as she starts to float her way in the white-haired teacher's direction -- looking a bit more comfortable now than she did just moments earlier. Maybe she really -was- learning by watching.

    "Journey?" utters Rachel, and her cluelessness is perhaps the bravest sin of all as she wades through the waters. "--Oh. Some kind of band--?" Truly a grievous sin. Her arms cut across the waves as she makes her way across the warmth of the pool, water slicking at her hair as she floats. Fortunately, she makes a quick recovery, venturing a sarcastic little, "Oh, good. I was kinda getting worried you were gonna end up being a cool teacher, with all those rumors floating around," an almost teasing lilt to her tone. It's almost like she's feeling more comfortable!

Storm has posed:
    Ororo laughs out yet again, another sound of easy, relaxed mirth as she smiles to Rachel and bobs her head. "Yes. It's... older music. A classic to sing along to. Perhaps I'll switch my focus from mythology to music, and tutor you on some things you've missed out on." She clicks her tongue and murmurs thoughtfully, "Hm... perhaps I really -will-." She slows her strokes until she wades steadily in the middle. And then her eyebrows perk up as she reclines back against the edge of the pool.

    "Oh my, -all- those rumors? I haven't heard them in awhile." She clicks her tongue with an impish little grin and chirps out. "You, Ms. Rachel, are going to have to give me an in depth, thorough, and -utterly- confidential reporting of all these rumors about me." She snickers softly and murmurs out, "I won't ask who's been spreading them. So it's not -really- snitching, now is it?"

Marvel Girl has posed:
    "I..." Rachel hesitates, at that offer; part of her visibly struggles against a knee-jerk urge to just reject it outright just to avoid being indebted. Being indebted leads to gratitude, leads to connections, leads to -- but she forces those thoughts down and, after a moment, manages to find her voice once again, "... I'd like that, actually. There's... uh. Well. ... There's a lot I've missed." Her red brows furrow inward, a frown pursing her lips. "Everything about this time is so... different. Not just the obvious things, I mean, it's like... I don't even remember there being a pool here. Like, right -here-. I have no idea about music, or..." She laughs wryly, shaking her head.

    "... anyway, any chance I have to have less of a chance of making an ass of myself would be, like... great."

    With that, she floats across the water's surface until her shoulders bump against the pool edge next to Ororo. It's there she slowly reorients herself until her back flattens against it, droplet-shedding arms departing from the water to lay out across the warmed marble behind her, seemingly relaxing -- until Ororo's follow up. "Uh. ... shit," she says, ever-so-gracefully. "I just totally boxed myself into a corner here, didn't I? I mean -- they're not bad rumors, or anything, well, I guess, most of them aren't, it's just..." And here, Rachel just decides it'd be for the best if she just slowly start to submerge herself down beneath the water with an exasperated, "I'm just totally digging my own grave here. Ugh!"

Storm has posed:
    Ororo laughs out even more, eyes sparkling with mirth as she murmurs out. "Well, if nothing else I'll use temporal disorientation as an excuse to take you around to the best pizza places and the like. I bet I could even count it as a school trip and expense it!" She chews her lower lip and murmurs out. "After all, then you can know -all- the important local tricks and best places to hang out."

    She snickers and dips down herself, disappearing under the water only to erupt back out a few feet away, grinning and murmuring out with downright playful faux-sternness in her voice. "Oh, nonsense Ms. Grey... you're against the -edge- of the pool. Not the corner... well, yet. One never knows." She rolls her eyes playfully as the younger woman begins to sink down. "And don't worry... I'm sure you'll find -some- way to work your way into my good graces."

Marvel Girl has posed:
    "I don't mind taking advantage of loopholes in the system if you don't," is Rachel's sardonic little response, red brows etching upwards. "And pizza... would be nice." Honestly, she can't even remember the last time she just sat down and ate pizza with others. Possibly never. A fact she just masks with a simple, "It's been forever since I had a good slice."

    As Ororo bursts forth once more with that very literal interpretation of Rachel's words, though, the redhead's response is an expertly-honed roll of her eyes, hands throwing up towards the air in exasperation. "The rumors said you made terrible jokes, too," she notes dryly, before she just continues her sink, only pausing as the older woman makes that final remark. She looks Ororo's way for a moment, before managing the faintest of smiles, lifting a water-soaked hand to roam through that short mop of red hair. "I'm pretty sure I'm already in your debt, Ms. Munroe," she notes, "so I guess I'm gonna have to work doubly hard then, huh?"

Storm has posed:
    There's a thoughtful murmur from Ororo, eyebrows perking up as she hums softly. "Well, I -guess- I can spot you for the pizza right now, and we can avoid waiting to find out about like... official funding for our Teach Rachel The Cool Things course..." She lifts a hand to her chin to rub in classic scheming style. "Of course, we probably can't be going to an actual pizza place in swimsuits. So it's either change, or we hit your room and order delivery."

    Ororo hauls herself up then, a quick burst to the edge of the pool before that muscled, toned body simply leaps upwards, arms propeling her high enough she can lift her knees up onto the edge of the pool. And then be a little more ungainly as she crawls forward a bit and stands up. "And also, I suppose, it would be bad for me to have a student in my debt -and- let you get all pruned up by the pool. It probably breaks one of those rules or guidelines I skipped over in the handbook... I mean, I'm -fairly- certain I got the gist of the main ones. And if Logan hasn't broken anything too bad, I mean... I'm sure they can't be important rules. I bet he didn't even -read- the table of contents."

Marvel Girl has posed:
    "Changing's not really a problem for me," Rachel mentions off-handedly even as Ororo so ominously schemes. Her lips purse, just a bit, at that, but she decides asking after it will only invite disaster. Instead, she slowly stretches out, feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin as Ororo bursts free from the pool. "But I don't really mind splurging for delivery. It'd be nicer." Less dealing with so many people, less seeing all the damages caused by the invasion -- less stress. She's okay with all of that.

    She watches the older woman for a moment -- and then, seconds later, she follows suit, not so much climbing or leaping after Ororo as much as just sort of... floating out of that pool. Water dripping from her as she rises from above the clear waves, she scoffs and replies with a, "Yeah, that's fair," to Ororo's dire warning's about pruning and rulebooks. "You're a terrible role model, Ms. Munroe," she asides, absently, as she lands next to the rising Ororo, looking her way with the upwards tug of the right corner of her lips. "... But I guess you could be Logan, instead, so maybe I oughta count my blessings." Her head tilts, just a bit. "So. Pizza?"

Storm has posed:
    Ororo bobs her head and grins crookedly, reaching out and placing an arm around Rachel's shoulders after just a moment's hesitation. "I think perhaps large fluffy towels. And -then- pizza. Because otherwise someone will surely complain about spotting on the floors, or slip and fall." She huffs out and murmurs softly, "And I'm... okay, maybe I'm a -bit- of a bad role model, but you can -tell- I'm a bad role model, so just don't give in to my vices, hm?"

    And then Ororo seems to be hit by a follow up thought, even as she's guiding the redhead back towards the mansion. "I mean, in moderation. Clearly the occasional guilty pizza delivery order to lay around in your room and just -relax- is totally allowable. But maybe don't try to change the weather... I mean, you know, unless you -really- want to swim. Like I said, judgment." And then she's guiding Rachel off for that first lesson in... Mid 21st century leisure? That sounds like an official enough course to -her-.