4157/Hiding Out

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Hiding Out
Date of Scene: 27 March 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Havok




Wolverine has posed:
    Today was like any day. Cold. Cloudy. Dreary. Just the way the man liked it. Logan was hiding out in his cabin, sitting back, and having a beer. The smell of cigar smoke was also present, and the man was enjoying two vices. Cigars and brewskis. Inhaling and enjoying the taste, Logan sighs loudly. The TV was on, but the volume was low. Not that he was paying too much attention to it anyway.

Havok has posed:
A knock comes upon the cabin door. The latch is turned, door opened, and Alex Summers is revealed wearing his combat boots, black cargo pants, and black unstable molecule shirt with the silver glowing lines and a black jacket atop it with a large x on the back. Almost like Kramer, Alex holds onto the handle and says, "Jer... Logan!" in a greeting tone with a smile.

Wolverine has posed:
    "C'min, s'open!" Logan barks out at the door as he takes a swig of his beer. The last drop from this one...tossing the can in the recycle bin that Hank made him keep in every room he frequented, Logan grunts, and puts the cigar back in his mouth.

    When Alex enters, Logan actually shows the surprise he felt on his face. "Tha' other Summers. What you want?" Logan says, in a grumpy voice. "Watchin' the game."

Havok has posed:
Entering the room, taking account of the affectations and various sundries around, Alex says, "Do I have to /want/ something to come by and hang out with my best buddy? Jeez, what a welcome." He'll make his way through the cabin to the sitting area, grab a beer in passing, and then take a seat while glancing up to the set and check teams/scores.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan narrows his eyes at the words "best buddy". Frowning, Logan says, "Naw. A'course not. Beer?" Logan nods as Havok grabs a can. That was Logan's way of apologizing at his gruff greeting. The TV was small compared to some of the monsters for sale today. 32", and probably only 720p. Not that old, but old enough. Looks like Pittsburgh is up on Florida, 3-1. Of course it's hockey. "Whatcha doin' around here?" Logan sniffs. "Hidin' out?" A smile followed by Logan taking a drink from a freshly opened can.

Havok has posed:
"Taking a break..." Alex answers. He's been spending a /lot/ of time in Mutant Town, even has an apartment in the burg. He keeps the X-Presence alive in that town and helps keep kids on the straight and narrow. Right along with kicking bad guy ass when it shows up. He doesn't spend a lot of time at the school as late, especially after his adventures in the other reality where he spent 6 years there (6 weeks passed here) and had a whole other life. So seeing him on property is indeed that, a rarity and he just may be hiding out. He says, "But yeah. It's all about just getting away from the noise of the city. Shoulda known better that there would be more noise here."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Uh huh." Logan grunts, non-committal. "Breaks 'er good. Takin' one now, myself. Havin' a beer or twenty, and a good stogie. Want one?" Logan offers, watching the Penguins score again. "Nice shot..." Looking back at Summers, Logan says, "Not usually that way. Don't like the noise either. Prefer peace and quiet...and solitude." The last was directed at the interloper.

Havok has posed:
Alex settles down in the chair, facing the television. He hears the words, opens the beer and doesn't really react. Not till after the shot and sees that it's cleared by the officials and the number goes up on the scoreboard. "Dude... I know, right? Solitude. It's the best. Especially out in the wilderness. Like the American desert - Arizona. Just on the border of the Grand Canyon." Almost like he's contributing to the conversation, but not hearing the implication of the solitude that Logan was dishing out.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yep. Ah, solitude. Maybe not tha' desert...I could be riding my hog all the way north right now, cold breeze on ma' face, no one around, sound an smells a' tha' road." Logan sighs, and finishes off his beer. Crinkling the can, he tosses it in the recycle bin with the others, and says, ""Maybe ya' could get a head start there now? See tha' sights o' tha' canyon? I hear its nice this time a' year." Logan grins.

Havok has posed:
Alex will drink, listen, smile, and then asks, "Dude... We could totally do that. I could steal Scott's bike. He'd never miss it. And we could take a road trip. Hell, I wouldn't even mind headin north. We could be in your homeland in about 6 hours. The weather is good, for now." It could be a game to him. There's the definite glee in his voice for such an adventure. "Hell, you and I haven't ever taken a good trip together. In.. well ever."

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan snorts, shakes his head, and decides to give up while he takes a drag of his cigar. Then, he nods, and says, "Yeah. That's not a bad idea. Stealin' Scott's bike is kind of a pasttime of mine." Logan chuckles. "Yer right. He'd never miss it. You should do that." Logan watches as the second intermission hits. "Yeah. We might do that. Someday." Logan agrees, non-committal once more. "As fer the weather, this is Canada we're talkin' about. It could start snowin' at tha' drop of a hat."

Havok has posed:
"Yeah, I think it's on its third or fourth winter right now. But, such a great day out right this minute to be all cooped up in this cabin... though you're right, the game is great." Alex grins. "I mean, I'm sure you've spent all your life out-of-doors, in the bush. Hunting wild game with your bare claws and you have the urge to just sit around and drink beer while watching the puck."

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan ignores the barbs, and says, "Sounds like me. Probably true." Logan shrugs, and finishes off his cigar. Tossing the ashes in the ash bin, Logan gets up, stretches, and says, "Anyway, I getta go fer a walk 'er something." Summers could tell exactly what he meant. Logan's stomach growling could be heard all the way to the northern border. With a grin, Logan says, "Gotta ransack tha' kitchen in tha' mansion. Wanna come?"

Havok has posed:
Alex will stand as well, checking the score one last time before shrugging and tossing the empty can into the recycler and then heading toward the exit, "I reckon so. Way better than hunting wild game in the Savage Land. Especially when it hunts you back."