447/Schoooool's Out, For EVER

Schoooool's Out, For EVER
Date of Scene:	16 May 2017
Location:	Xavier Institute Pool
Synopsis:	Poolside shenanigans, ending mostly with Havok ruining everything for everyone.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Gambit, Deadzone, Magik, Beast, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Cyclops, Havok, Polaris

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Rogue has posed:
Rogue is lougning in a poolside chair with a bikini on and some large stylish sunglasses over her eyes. She's got a tablet computer in her hands and she's reading it while a few students are in the pool horsing around. Rogue is in a dark green bikini and has a robe draped over the back of her lounge chair so she can put it on to hide from people if she has to get up and move around.

When Remy went under the water to go stalk the other students in the pool, Rogue looked up from her lounge chair and whistled to get their attention, then pointed at the water where the Cajun was Jaws'ing his way toward them. "Let loose, your frenzied feet, ya'll." Rogue told them with a smile.

Gambit has posed:
Remy stops as the bubbles and toes start wooshing past his face and without too much concern he grabs one by the ankle and pulls her under before being pushed away by her now much closer feet.

Giggling as he comes back up and the girl is now the only one with wet hair, Remy cackles madly like some of the super villain's on the tv-stories.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smirked at the antics in the pool. She was quite used to not being able to join in on that stuff though, plus she was happily warm in the sunshine of the afternoon sky. She lifted her sunglasses up ontop of her head and she stared at them though and shook her head. "You're gonna be the pool troll all summe'ah then huh, is that it?" She asked out to the cackling man, laying the tablet computer down onto her lap for a moment.

Deadzone has posed:
With in now in the summer term, Tatum's home ec class is considerably smaller. Which means less work load. Which means, more pool time! Wearing a pin-up style bikini, black with white polkadots and red trim, Tate strides in in her matching wide heels and a large brimmed hat. She waves to the others by the pool and heads over to Rogue to lounge beside her.

Pulling out her sunscreen spf 65 from her beach satchel, Tatum smiles to Anna. "So, what are your plans now that you are finally free of us. Moving into the city? Staying here for college?"

Gambit has posed:
"Of course I'm gonna be t'e pool troll. t'e proll..." Remy says playfull before he lifts his hand to wave at Tatum from the water when the girl he pulled under moments ago jumps on his back to push him back under the water. "blrrrble plooopopoppo!" He says under the surface before breaching and turning his attention back to Emily. "T'at's it! You fail m' class next year fo' t'at!"

Magik has posed:
    She's not dressed for a dip in the pool, but she is dressed for spending time out doors at least. Pair of shorts, lightweight shirt. Sandals. Even her hair's been wrangled into a ponytail. it seems, for the most part, Illyana's going from Point A to Point B and using the pool as part of the path to get there. The pool and it's occupants are given a cursory glance before she glances towards those sunbathing. It's only then that she slows her walk - and tosses in a side step to avoid getting wet from any errant splashing - and gives a wave towards Rogue and TAtum, "Afternoon."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smirked at Remy's goofery in the pool and then looked over at Tater when she arrived and took the lounge chair on her right that had Remy's towel on it. "Nah." Rogue said then to the questions. "I don't graduate until August... I still gotta test through all my missed classes..." She frowned then and picked the tablet computer up off of her lap and set it on the table to her right. "Afte'ah that, I'd LIKE t'go to college in Paris. But... thats probably about as likely as goin' t'Mars for school."

Rogue laid her head back on the lounger until she heard Illy's voice and then she looked up and at Illyana and smiled at her. "Heya, Hotness." She offered to the other student. "Welcome t'the party. All summe'ah long, no admittance fees." She nodded out to the pool then. "But the weirdo in the wate'ah might dunk ya and then cackle like a right-creepe'ah."

Deadzone has posed:
Tate waves over to Remy, stroking the sunscreen on her pale legs. Wanting the warmth of the sun, yes. Wanting freckles or a tan, no. Her two tattoos are visible in the bikini, something that looks like a vicious animal bite on her right shoulder, and an equally vicious claw wound on her ribs on the right hand side. "Have you tried talking to the Professor? He might have some friends over in Paris that are willing to help you out with the whole staying in Paris to go to school thing."

Tate waggles her fingers at Illy when she arrives. "Well, that weirdo in the water ain't gonna catch me in there, so I'm safe at least."

Gambit has posed:
"Y'all ain' no fun." Remy says to the trio of women before splashing at them once and diving back under before repercussions could be levied.

Magik has posed:
    Incoming splash? Illyana's now standing behind Rogue's lounge. Though, she does give a bit of a smirk at the name she gets called. "Oh, it's not the weirdo in the pool I'm worried about," she comments idly, in that half bored tone of voice she tends to use, "It's the impact of chlorine on my hair. Last time I attempted this, I had a green cast. Not my color." She then pauses and gives a couple of oohs at Tatum's body artwork. Not commenting, she does crouch slightly to get a better viewpoint from where she's standing.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue felt the water hit her sun-warmed skin and it felt instantly ice-cold even if that was an overstatement. She tensed up some and then glared at Remy. "Pool trolls get locked outta rooms at night." She told him before lowering her fancy sunglasses down over her eyes and laying her head back on the lounger. She looked back over at Tatum then. "Last time I talked t'the professah about serious stuff, he told me.." She cleared her throat and then did her best British accent. "Stop trying to go up so fast, young Rogue." mimmicking the Professor's speech patterns. Her bare shoulders shrugged then and she glanced at Magik.

"Don't tell Lorna that." She said about the green-hue effect. "You'll make her all self conscious." She said with a flashed grin.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum glares at Remy when his splashing gets her legs wet. "I *just* got my sunscreen on. Brute." She smiles and rolls her eyes, in spite of her words, and goes back to applying her sunscreen. "Well, you want to go to college. You finished high school, so it's sorta the right time to be thinking about that shi... stuff." She huffs, blowing up her bangs as she barely doesn't catch herself from swearing.

"Lorna has a different complexion. And besides, Illy has a totally different esthetic." She spots Illyana looking at her ink and stretches to let the one on her ribs show more. "I want more, but never know what to get. So, I end up getting nothing at all."

Beast has posed:
Beast lopes out of the mansion proper with a beach towel draped over his shoulders, a pair of customized raybans perched on his pseudo-felinoid snout and... well the only other thing breaking up his blue fur is the equally dark blue speedo he wears. It's not much of a fashion statement for him, even though he can darn well pull it off, as it is a practicality for his cat-ape form. He is only knuckle walking with one hand, the other holding a tray laden with ice cold (and no-alcoholic) beverages

"Ahh, the perfect time to bathe in the mutagenicly stimulating solar radiation of our stellar primary and ingest our daily dose of vit-a-min D." he says dryly, then stops and looks around at all the other three quarters nekkid associates. "I do hope you are all wearing protection."

Magik has posed:
    "I've had worse," Illyana says absently while regarding Tatum's ink. Totally not worried about the sun and all the damage it can do. "Very nice. Compliments to the artist," she says to the woman before nodding her agreement. "Ms. Dane has gorgeous hair. It's not 'I spent all day in the pool and absorbed chlorine' color."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looekd up as Remy made for the pool house likely to raid the food from the party left over from last weekend. She then heard the other's talking and was about to turn and add-in on it until... Hank arrived in speedo and all. Rogue's eyes peered at him, but they were hidden behind sunglasses. "I realize I've only been here for about five months or somethin', ya'll... But this place never ceases t'amaze me with exactly what kinda messed up things just suddenly 'happen' here." Was her comment to the others nearby to her.

Deadzone has posed:
Smiling upon seeing Beast joining them, Tatum winks. "I don't think Anna is capable of getting me pregnant," she responds with a straight face, waiting a moment before her devilish smirk shows up. "I can't speak for the other two, but there is no way I'm laying out here without sunblock. Nothing less goth then a goth with a tan." She reaches out to grab one of the beverages off the tray. "We were just talking about Anna's college prospects. She wants to go to college in Paris."

Beast has posed:
Beast circles the pool, offering each of the ladies a tall refreshing glass of Virgin Mimosa with a wedge of fresh lime and a few sprigs of even fresher mint from the school's herb garden. "And in what way did this finally come to you, Miss Rogue? And what, exactly, triggered this epiphany?" he asks, oblivious as if to if he was said trigger. For a guy who is sometimes bashful and flustered because of his mutation , he is oddly comfortable NOT wearing clothes. Might be genetic.

Glasses passed out, he lowers himself into the lounger next to Tatum.. without hesitation. Oh, he doesn't take her hand or make any overt signs of affection but.. this is a big step, not awkwardly keeping seperate. He DOES offer her a glass. "Paris? Oh my stars and garters, Why? Besides Culinary and, ugh, Art school, I can't think of any other useful contribution a Parisian higher education institution has offered the world the past century. Even the best french scientists usually get their degrees from Sweden.. or Belgium."

Magik has posed:
    The offered glass of mimosa is taken, and Illyana eyeballs it as if Beast just gave her something straight from Limbo's kitchen. But she settles down at the edge of the pool, removing her sandals so she can stick her feet in the cold water (as she is the onlyo ne without a suit) and lightly kick about. The fact her teacher is running around in a small strip of cloth seems irrelevant. Though, TAtum's comment about the /type/ of protection? That gets an owlish blink from those wide blue eyes before she just lets out a light little laugh. "Paris is pretty in pictures," she does contribute to the converesation about said location, but she quiets down, and sips her drink, so she may hear Rogue's reasons for this consideration. The rest of her attention will be devoted to giving withering looks to any of the other students in the pool that drift too near her personal bubble. She makes an active effort to make sure that doesn't take up half the pool itself and keep it truly personal.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue accepted the drink glass from Beast and even gave him a smile for being so considerate as to offer one to her. She sat back in the lounger then and heard the questions as to 'why'. Sniffing the drink, then sipping it, Rogue shrugged her shoulders.

"My mothe'ah used t'read my romance novels set in Paris when I was a kid... nothin' trashy, mind ya... good stuff. She did it t'help me learn t'speak the language, and because she always wanted t'go there herself. So she just, passed the love'a the city off on me, as well as the country it resides in, really."

Rogue sipped the drink and then added a little further. "She didn't eve'ah getta go though, so I just... wanna go for her, in her place." The drink was then set on the table beside her and she looked over at the others. "I mean, it sure beats goin' t'some shit community college around here, doesn't it?" Rogue did NOT shy away from the word like Tatum had moments ago.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate does notice that Hank sits in the lounge next to her and smiles. She doesn't reach out to touch him, letting him have his space and just happy that he isn't outright denying that there is anything going on between them. Her tattoos are on display with her being in a bikini, but she ignores them or their possible significance.

Noticing Illyana's large eyes, Tatum has to laugh. "I keep forgetting how much younger you are then the Illyana from my world. Sorry, Illy. I'll try to keep my jokes more PG rated."

After a sip of her mimosa, Tate resumes the application of sunblock, making sure her arms and shoulders are also protected. "I think it's a lovely idea. It gets you out there travelling, works on your education, meeting new people. Hell, that alone is an education in and of itself."

Beast has posed:
Beast's mimosa has a nice twirly straw stuck in it and he takes a slow sip from his beverage.. Then he frowns and dips his raybans down to peer over their tops at Rogue. "Language, Miss Anne-Marie." he admonishes the older teenager, then tips up his glasses again. "And I am sure your mother's romance novels were probably more tasteful then the gamut of 'Bodice Rippers' we see these days, what with their innuendo laden titles and scantily clad golden skinned Fabio-wannabes who somehow lost their shirts in the mildest of breezes, on the cover." Of course he believes no such thing.

To Magick he offers a sympathetic (and snaggletoothed) smile before looking to Tatum. "Travelling the world is one thing. of course every young person should do so, to get a sense of the world we live in. But what about after?" he looks back to Rogue. "Your grades alone should allow you toe get into almost any college or university you want. If you aren't confident about that then /I/ will write you a letter of recomendation. Any teacher here would."

Magik has posed:
    "Just more surprised the joke was made," says Illyana to Tatum, who still has some lingering 'Teachers are stiffs in and out of the classroom' to work through. Obviously. Considering one teacher's making sex-related jokes and the other is in a speedo. It's kind of surreal. "Oooooh.... /that/ explains it," she then responds to notion of having met another of her. She doesn't expand on what 'it' is, though Tatum probably would know given she's the subject of it.

    To the notion of Bodice Rippers, she rolls her eyes. Taking her straw she twirls it in her glass. "I could never read those," she idly comments before taking a sip. "I'd get to the first 'Why don't you just stab him in the face?' moment, and I'd be done." There's a pause. "They tend to have a lot of those moments." Mmm. Face stabbing. And she takes another sip like that didn't get said at all.

    "What would you study?" She again brings the subject up for Rogue to contemplate, and there seems to be an earnest note of curiosity there, complete with a slight tilt of her head.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiled at Beast's willingness to give her good word for future schooling. "Why thank ya, Doctor McCoy." She said back at him before taking that drink he'd brought and sipping it once more. Rogue nodded her head then to what the others said in-general. "I've hit mosta the place sin the US that I wanted t'go to growin' up, but my EU map is still completely outouched... so I'm itchin' t'get started on that. I just..." She grinned a little. "Got no funds. Which is one'a the reasons I wanted t'get a job this summe'ah, but the Professah said it was a bad idea t'take my focus off'a gettin' tested outta Highschool."

At Magik, Rogue then looked and her head was shook side to side. "Not sure yet... I've had fun being a TA t'Lorna's classes. Maybe teachin', maybe not though. Its one'a the things I think I might figure out if I did some more travelin'."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum looks to Illyana and nods. "That would explain it, yes," she replies, also not expanding on what 'it' is. "Back where I came from, you were my age and were the one that got me here at the Institute. You also told me that my style was a little too ghetto and started spoiling me with good clothes that I now can't live without. So, yeah, I have you to blame for my huge clothing bill each month."

"I'm not a big fan of romance novels myself. Trying to read the top 200 must reads right now. Started 'To Kill A Mockingbird' but I keep having to take breaks because it starts making me so mad." She takes a long slow sip of her mimosa. "You know, Anne, you were the french teacher back on my world. Might be something you want to consider."

Beast has posed:
It is now Magick's turn to get an 'old fashioned' look over the top of Beast's raybans, a furry(er) brow raised quizzically. "While I can share your... lascivious sentiment regarding faces and piercing implements, at least philosophically... I have to wonder if we should have you get at least a wee bit of counselling to help reign in your potentially... stabitty tendencies." he says with a bit of amusement.

To Rogue he offers a grin. "Well if you are still set on travelling the rail lines and hiking trails of europe when you graduate, then please do tell us. I, and a number of faculty, have many friends and acquaintances on the continent who would look out for you." he assures her.

Finally he casts a glance at Tatum, rolling his eyes but still grinning. "What did we talk about regarding your comparisons of quantum duplicates of individuals occupying parallel yet different space-time continuums?" he asks?

Magik has posed:
    Illyana takes the 'blame' for clothing and their huge bills by doing an exaggerated hair flip. She's humble here, see? "Oh, would you /really/ want to punish the poor impending counsellor with that?" She'd make anyone with a psychology degree that takes a stab (haha) at her run out of the mansion screamning. She even smiles here imagining the fun she could have with that person. "There's no hurry I suppose," she says to Rogue of deciding on what to do. "And I'm certain there's more to French Universities than arts. Though art isn't so bad," says the little sister of an artist. And then her nose wrinkles. "That sounded so.... sciency." No guess what that was to.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue canted her head at what Tater revealed them. "I was?" She asked her. "Here?" She asked further, then her eyes narrowed a little bit. "Are you really supposed t'be tellin' us stuff like that?" She asked yet further, then looking to Beast. "Didn't they tell us in that Back t'the Future movie that tellin' us stuff like that will make the world explode?" She wasn't terribly science-savvy.

But then she just nodded her head at Beast and grinned. "Now that sounds like something I need t'do then... just totally hippy my way across Europe. Be all sweaty and stinky, hittin' up random people's places that don't mind me hangin' out for a night."

A light grin was shown to Magik then before she sipped from that drink once more. A moment later and she shook her head. "I wish I could say that I was goin' there t'be some amazin' artist... but I'd be just bullshittin' everyone. I can't even draw a stick figure right." She glanced over at Beast then and frowned. "Please don't suggest a Swear Jar. I don't have losoe change on me, eve'ah!"

Deadzone has posed:
Looking to Hank as he admonishes her, Tatum has a hint of a smile as she looks mildly abashed. "That the people here aren't the same as the ones from home and I shouldn't try to influence them to follow a path that they might not have followed if not for my interference." She then turns back to her drink, placing her hand in front of her mouth while she sips through the straw and hiding that she is saying something under her breath for the keen ears of the Beast.

"Nah, no swear jar. Just some KP duty. Dishes, bathrooms. You know, the stuff everyone hates."

Beast has posed:
Beast sighs "We attempted a swear jar once, Anne-Marie. Alas, Logan's customarily copious curing filled the jar in less than Three days with a mixture of canadian nickles, beer can tabs and at least one cigar stub." he says with a decisive sniff. "So we can definitely assume it was an experiment with.. sadly mixed result."

He then looks back to Tatum and his smile softens. "Well... you quoted me early verbatim. It is gratifying to learn that /someone/ finds my views interesting." he tells her, then blinks... wait.. could that be taken wrong? Ahem.

Illyanna.. Right. "When the Councillor in question could, conceivably, make you cluck like chicken and make you believe you were a three hundred pound man named Gertle.. then no, I have no qualms sending you to them." he jests and raises his glass, then sips from it.

Magik has posed:
    The concept of her clucking like a chicken actually has the sorceress laughing outright at that. "Professor Xavier has better things to do than to curb my mental imaginings of stabbing Fabio-wannabes," She's using your term here, Hank. "Especially via psychic fowl play." She trails off there, to let the pair get all... whatever it is that couples do in front of other people. Other than make the demonic part of her rear it's head up and be disgusted. She covers her expression with another drink. "What is in this?" She asks before turning to Rogue. "I think that's just time travel... I don't think reality implodes via alternative universe duplicates. If that was the case then L...my old school wouldn't exist anymore."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue listened to Beast's rundown of the swear jar and it made her grin in amusement but she didn't say much more on it cause she didn't want to try to inspire a re-tooling of the evil jar. At Tatum she grinned and her head shook side to side. "French Teache'ah would be kinda badass though... I'd like t'walk around the halls tellin' fools what t'do like Beasty there does." She nodded in his direction. "Don't know if I'd do it in a speedo... but still."

Another sip of her drink was taken from where she was laying back on the lounge chair, and her sunglasses coverd eyes went back to Magik, she smiled at her. "She kinda did both though... by the sound of it. She said I was like... six years olde'ah than I am now. All'a us were, in fact... So its both, I think?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie can be seen approaching the pool area from the backyard, but she slows her pace considerably when she sees the gathering, when she set out earlier the pool was empty. She quickly holds up her phone, flicks her thumb exertly across the screen and dips it back in the pocket of her spikey jacket, she approaches further and then stops a short distance from the pool. She is clearly not dressed for the pool, but she also doesn't announce herself or anything, her eyes just skim the area, looking from one person, to the next, and then eventually literally stares at Beast. She did not anticipate she'll see the Biology Teacher in this getup today.

Deadzone has posed:
"Yep! You'd almost think I listen to you or something. As to the view.... " Tatum takes a moment to look over the speedo clad Beast and smiles. "No comment. For now," she tells him with a smirk and then leans back to enjoy the mimosa.

"I do find it weird that all of you are younger here, but its 8 years in my future. Makes no sense to me. And you might be right, Anne. With the Anne from my world being six years older then you, maybe she did already see the world. Whatever makes you happy girl, you got my support. If I still had money, I would totally help you out. Now, the only money I have is trying to teach you buggers how to cook."

Beast has posed:
Beast sighs and shakes his head, ignoring the Councillor talk and instead focusing on the implications of inter-dimensional cross-contamination. " It's not as simple as the collapse of the quantum foam as median-dimensional frequencies reach a zero potential." he states. "It's more.. philosophical then that. Say, for example, Jane A knows Bob A, from her reality. Bob A is actually, I don't know.. lets say he is Spider-Man and in his reality he publicly released his identity."

"Now lets say Jane A somehow translates into a new but parallel continuum where much is the same but not everything. Lets say that in Continuum B that Bob B did NOT reveal he is Spider-Man. But Jane A tells everyone that in HER reality Bob A is Spider-man.. Do you see the quandary here?" he asks /everyone/, in full lecture mode. He knows he sort of railroaded over the other conversations but... he /is/ a teacher even if he is in a blue speedo, and only because every other kind of lowerwear makes his fur bunch and itch

. He notes the arrival of Ellie and offers her a friendly nod. And gives a less friendly and quisitive look at Tatum. "Yes.. No comment." he deadpans, then blows a raspberry before laying back in his lounger.

Magik has posed:
    Beast goes on and on and on and on and... are Illyana's eyes crossing? Yup, they totally did. She lifts her hand and rubs her eeyes with thumb and forefinger. "My kingdom for an imp to throw," she mumbles under her breath. She glance away just as Ellie happens upon the scene. She lifts up a foot from the pool to waggle bare toes at her. "Pull up an edge," she says to the other student. "Dr. McCoy is educating us on reality contamination." She pauses. "I think."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiled at Tatum and her continued kindness toward her, she wasn't sure what Other Rogue had done to get such kindness from Tater, but she was glad to have someone who cared as much as Tate seemed to. "Thanks." Rogue said softly back at her from where she was lounged on the fancy wooden chair aside the pool.

Rogue looked at Beast as he gave his explanation and she gave him a mischevious grin. "I've met both Jane A and Bob A before... Bob really did have a nice A too." She sipped her drink then, before adding. "Jane's wasn't so bad eithe'ah though."

And with that Rogue leaned back in her lounger and aimed her sunglsses covered eyes up to the blue sky. "Heya, Ellie!" She called out to Negasonic in a loud greeting, without looking at the glum teenage girl.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Lucky Ellie, she made it just in time to hear the pseudo-lecture. Given in speedos no less. While Illyana's reaction is to go cross-eyed, Ellie is staring, blinking, staring some more, takes a cautious step forward at Illyana's invitation, and then goes right back to staring oddly at Beast. "If Bob A was a lameass in inter-dimension, and Bob B was a doucheface in fuck-me-Dimension, what does that mean...?" Yes, she actually asked the question. Hey, at least she's participating in this impromptu lesson. She does nod in acknowledgement to Rogue's greeting.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott's plan had been simple. Go out to the pool, swim a few laps, get his mind off of everything. The plan involved some quiet, some privacy. As he comes out the French door, he pauses as his plans seem to have derailed by the number of people already there. He's wearing nothing but a blue speedo, a pair of slides on his feet and he has a white towel slung over his shoulder. His wraparound shades are on his face, keeping his powers in check. For a moment, he considers just going back inside. But no, it's a big pool. He should be able to get his laps in without disturbing anyone. He shuts the door behind him and walks over to one of the empty chairs and tosses down the towel in the seat. He leaves his slides there then heads over toward the deep end, just catching the tail end of the conversation as Ellie chimes in and having to wonder what he walked into this time.

Deadzone has posed:
As Hank gives his lecture on temporal continuums, Tate watches him, biting at her lip. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when he finishes she blows a raspberry right back at him. "Hey, I am usually good about that sorta thing. I just slip now and then." She smiles to Illyana and nods. "Apparently, I'm like the equivalent of a dirty bomb or something. I need to be contained for all our own good." Yet another face is made at Hank, with crossed eyes and a wiggled tongue, showing off her tongue piercing.

"Hank, not everyone finds your lectures as sexy as I do, hun. Perhaps, wait until the summer semester starts?" She finishes her mimosa and puts the glass down, settling in her lounger just in time to see Scott arrive. She wolf whistles loudly, so any hope he had of a quiet swim is pretty much lost.

Beast has posed:
Beast sets his virgin mimosa aside, slides his paws up his face under his raybans and then slowly draws them down his furry cheeks as he exhales. He may have been raised on a farm (run by two retired nuclear scientists) and may have atavistic animal genetics that urge him to scratch himself at inopportune times (and places), but he does consider himself a relatively cultured and enlightened soul.

"Oh my stars and garters... does anyone even understand what I have to put up with..." he mumbles, to himself if no one else.

Sighing, he drops his paws and looks between Illy and Ellie AND Rogue. "I swear, what am I going to do with you three..? Miss Rasputin, I am /attempting/ to educate you on interdimensional /ethics/ and /etiquette/, something, given your own history, I would believe to be of interest. And Miss Phimister.. Does it /mater of One is a douchebag, as you so eloquently put it, and the other a lame-ass. And please, I implore you from the cochals of my heart... please watch your language around the younger children. And Miss Anne-Marie..." he just trails off, hanging his head.

Of course Tatum just made Hank sort of freeze up and stare at her like a dear caught in the headlights. Panicy that something has been brought to light.. embarrassed that that were just about to be hit by a vehicle they say coming miles away. "I... I mean... what? I mean..." HE quickly looks around to see if anyone actually HEARD what she said...

Scott's arrival makes Hank perk up and relief wash over his face. "Oh thank you... Thank you thank you thank you, Scott." he implores loudly his old friend so he cannot get away. "Save me."

Magik has posed:
    Beast's reaction to...well....everything just starts Illyana giggling. Even when she herself is pointed out and her own convoluted and muddled history involving dimensions and the possibility of running into herself, she still continues to giggle. It might be the combining of 'Illyana' and 'ethics', to which she is constantly having issues with. Or it just might be the total epic facepalm he gave right before going after them in that 'I need a vacation from all my children' tone of voice. It goes right into full blown laughter when TAtum puts /her/ two cents in and... she does apologize if she's got a little bit of that whole 'evil cackle' mixing in with typical teenager laughter. It doesn't give it away if she heard or not... she could just be still laughing at Hank's expressions.

    THe wolfwhistle is enough to end Magik's laughter. Not because of the whistle itself, but because it alerts her to a new person and... What is up with the men around here in speedos? But while it kind of looks weird and possibly silly on Hank... with Scott there strutting his stuff? Illyana's struck dumb. And immoble. She just sits there, at the edge of the pool, feet in the water, faux-cocktail in hand and stares. With her mouth slightly open. And that lasts for ... a few seconds until her glass slips out of her hand, still with liquid in it, and lands in her lap. Cue the swearing in Russian....but at least she's not staring stupidly (and maybe creepily) at Scott anymore. ... And that word possibly wasn't Russian.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie still seems to be recovering from the unexpected lecture, although she was quick with her question, expressing quite eloquently indeed, precisely how she felt about the subject matter. She actually does blink yet again, but this time not from being baffled by a lecture topic, so much as trying to decrypt the geezer talk she just heard from Beast, "was that English just now? Also...didn't know you were into crossdressing, Dr. McCoy, kudos on bravery to share that with us."

Yearh, she totally doesn't know that phrase. Then she gets called out for language, which leaves her all the more puzzled, "please, we're not in a church, right? And the kids are here to learn, I'm just speeding it up for them..." and then there's the delicious retort to her own question. One can almost see the devious light shining bright in Ellie's eyes, as she exclaims, "my point exactly! Doesn't matter what doucheface A does in fuck-me-dimension B, because we're here and now, and who gives a fuck?" She sagenods to herself, apparently pleased that she just settled the case for this specific lecture.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott hesitates on his way to the deep end of the pool, first because of that wolf whistle. He actually stops to look over his shoulder, trying to spot who that was at. When he realizes, he closes his eyes behind his glasses and tries to decide if he should just run like hell while he has the chance. Turn around, put his shoes back on, go back inside and play some pool. What is he thinking? He's a field leader. He does not run from battle. Or wolf whistles. He just doesn't quite understand them. Which is why he didn't even notice Illyana's fly catching position for those few moments. Simplest thing to do? He ignores the whistle. At the very pleased greeting from Hank, he glances to his old friend. His next word is not for the blue furred one but the one with the mouth. "Language people!" Then he focuses back to his friend. "Thank me for what?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum waggles her fingers to Scott in greeting, taking full responsibility for her wolf whistle. What?! Scott may be an annoying pain in the ass and a total killjoy, but he's easy on the eyes. Besides, making the men of Xavier's Institute is Tatum's mission in life. She relaxes on the lounge and smiles, content with the state she has put Hank in. She'll pay for it later, having to deal with grumpy mcgrumperson, but it was worth it.

Beast has posed:
They keep talking. THEY... KEEP.. TALKING... And saying things that warp whatever Hank says, or outright defy his beliefs, and are slowly melting Hank's brain! What did he ever do to deserve this? What? Surely the powers that be, be they God or Karma or Kismet or SOMETHING has to have some mercy on him. Wasn't being turned blue and furry and having more than the occasional hairball enough?

"Thank you for coming out here and saving me from these.. these.. these heathens!" he cries. Then frowns.

"Wait...Are you wearing a speedo? I mean... not that you aren't allowed to wear a speedo but.. If I would have known YOU would wear one as well I might have worn something else.. Now I'm just embarrassed. Such a fashion faux pas." he mumbles, hunching in his lounger. having used a bit of humour to deflect the constant assault on his sensibilities.. And the fact that his not-girlfriend is wolf whistling at one of his oldest friend... grump grump grump...

Havok has posed:
Alex walks onto the patio through one of the stone archways as his blue eyes peer over his friends and family. Presently, the cool Summers brother wears loose fitting flowery swim trunks of a white base and various colored patterns. His tanned chest is covered by a white tank top and he is wearing flip flops. He smiles as his flip flops are walked out of and he removes his shirt. The muscular chest of Alex flexes as he makes for the pool. He leaps high, balls up, and has the full intention of splashing his brother with the wake. He yells mid air, "Cannonball!"

Magik has posed:
    Oh c'mon, Hank! You brought joy to the usually dour younger Rasputin! And she would attempt to console the teacher (emphasis on attempt) if she wasn't too busy swearing in Russian at her lap. She sets the glass aside and she laments, "And that tasted good, too!" Her 'properly paranoid' sense doesn't kick in that there is yet another individual on the scene in time for her to register who it is. No, too involved in bitching about spilled mimosa, and she's just ignoring everyone else (Sorry Ellie). But then it's a heartbeat's pause as the word 'Cannonball' happens.

    Whether or not it gets Scott as intended is irrelevant. AFter the canonball lands, and the splash has done its job... Illyana is sitting there sopping wet. Hre fingers drum a very slow, deliberate cadence on the pools edge where she sits. And under her breath, one might be able to hear the words: Will not send teachers to Limbo. I will not send teachers to Limbo.

Polaris has posed:
Walking out into the pool yard, Lorna has a book in hand. The green haired mutant tugs her wide sun hat a little lower watching the antics around the pool. Despite wearing a black bikini, she steers away from the water and sits. She crosses one leg over the other and opens her book before glancing back up to offer the others a smile.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
When no further rebuttal or argument is offered her way, Ellie reads it as a concession, meaning she won the argument, which was obvious to her from the get go, d'oh. The phone comes up in sharp motion, and a tweet follows: owned Dr. McCoy in dimension physics debate #LameAssNotEqualDoucheFace.

But before she can relish her academic victory, Scott's brother comes out of no where with a cannonball and she whirls round, protecting her phone with her body, not unlike a soldier sacraficing themselves over a handgrenade, "fuck! Don't splash like that!" She snaps, without really seeing who was responsible for the cannonball splash. Whoever it was, that douche nearly killed her phone. Her model was suceptible to water, she couldn't afford the fancy new waterproof ones. Not yet.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott has to fight a smile. He barely manages to keep it under control. Just a hint of a grin appears as he shakes his head at Hank. "Heathens? You breaking out the 'h' word it must be bad." He looks around at thos gathered, having missed the inter dimensional scenarios and explanations thereof. "They don't seem that bad to me."

Which is when there is a sudden body running past, a screamed warning and he has just enough time to realize that's his brother. The splash hits as intended, soaking the older Summers brother from head to toe, his hair flat against his head now and sticking to his forehead. He reaches up an arm, brushing it back out of his face. The glasses are dsigned for swimming so they stayed firmly in place. Wouldn't do to blast off part of the mansion just because his brother is an idiot. "Great. Thanks a lot," he mutters to his sibling, knowing that vengeance is best served cold. He'll get even later. When his brother doesn't expect it. Wiping water off his chest with his right hand, he looks back to Hank. "Our choice of swimwear just proves we have good taste," he counters.

Deadzone has posed:
Things went from relatively calm to chaos rather quickly, mind you, that's sort of par for the course here at Xavier's. Illy spills her drink, Ellie talks about not being in church, both are swearing in different languages. "Oh, Illy, don't forget.." and she adds what little Limbo demonic she remembers. And then there is the cannonball. Even those on the lounge chairs get wet. Tatum glowers at the person she doesn't recognize. He looks vaguely familiar, but she can't place him. Another missing link between her world and this one?

Grabbing her towel and wiping herself off, she gets ready to reapply her sunblock, grumbling to herself about this being the reason she tends to stay indoors. She glances to Hank and shrugs a shoulder. "Sorry for starting a learning moment that got brushed off. For what it's worth, I was listening. I'm trying, Hank. I'm trying."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had gotten up from her lounger and gone over to the small patio-area on the north side of the pool that was connected to the Guest house (which had had parents living in it last weekend! Thankfully no longer here to see this madness!).

Rogue had put her robe on to conceal herself since there were a lot more people out here now than when she first got here, and she just stood and sipped from a drink she was holding, smiling at the chaos.

Beast has posed:
Beast drains his virgin mimosa, wishing for something stronger.. Times like these he agrees with Logans disdain of the school ordinance though not so much as he willing defies it. Being ganged up on... It.. It is not any fun! Is this how the brotherhood always felt when they had their keisters kicked? Is it..

Wait.. Cannon*what*?

before he can say ANYTHING else the younger Summers displaces a volume of water equal to, if not quite more due to velocity and angle, into the air and before he can react the blue furry biology teacher is drenched from head to clawed toe.

""Ack! Thppt!"

Hank isn't so much like a feline or simian that he HATES water. He just usually has to prepare himself.. and he wasn't prepared. He just wanted to lounge in the sun..

"Okay.. That is it... I am done for today. This cat has had enough sun and soak! I need a twinkie. /No/.. Let me correct myself. I need an entire box of twinkies.." he says as he pushes himself to his feet..." And A coffee.. A heavily IRISH coffee.. I mean like I twisted a soused leprechaun like a soaked rag into my coffee, Irish." He then looks at everyone.. and SHAKES!

Yes, he shakes, wet fur and mane flailing like a dog and sending almost every ounce of water his fur absorbed outwards as an explosion of droplets And when he is done, ignoring any people flailing.. He lifts his headHe looks to Tatum "Nonsense, my lovely. You did nothing wrong. " he says, actually using an affectionate because, right now, who cares what others think! He lifts his headsniffs once, then says to everyone else... "That will be all, thank you! I will be inside if anyone needs me, enabling my descent into feline diabetes."

And so like the gentlemutant he is, he walks inside.

Polaris has posed:
Splashing, Lorna uses her book as a shield with a gasp! Take that technology! She frowns at the vanishing cannonballing blond Summers and shakes her head. Spotting Rogue and Tatum she waves to the girls. Then it happens-blue fur shake! She wipes some droplets off her legs and stares at Beast as he departs. "This was not the place to get some reading in."

Magik has posed:
    Magik's scrambled to her feet, shaking off the water she's accumulated. Where did that little pipsqueak go?! She's even staring at the water waiting for a resurfacing. But maybe she missed it. Or maybe a guy with the name of 'Havok' CAN be stealthy. And she' cfant' help but snort at TAtum's reminder. And Lucky for Hank, she's so incensed at being wet that she can't laugh at his also watery misfortune. "I'm... going to go dry off. ANd get dry clothes." And kick a few imps because she doesn't walk off. No. She summons a disk and steps into it, with it closing immediately after. She's going to go dry off wehre she's COMFORTABLE.

    Though, a split second later, a smaller disk of the same pops up next to TAtum, and very quickly a dinky little...something or another...drops a vase with flowers in her lap and mutters something about 'apology for the blue one' and zips away. Too bad the vase and the flowers looks like 1-800-FLOWERS decided to get ran by LORDI.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
So finally, thanks to Alex, there's one thing everybody in the pool area can agree on. Alex is a tool. Also, he better prays Ellie's phone didn't get damaged and that the warranty wasn't voided for water exposure, because if something happened to it, his room is exploding tonight. Regardless of whether he's in it or not. Then Dr. McCoy does his shaking sprinkler act and Ellie really fumes. She doesn't speak a word, she just keeps to a furious silence, and marches angrily towards the inside, fiery sparks crackle around her before dissipating. She's pissed alright. Her phone better not be damaged.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott has to wonder why he even tried to wipe the water off. When the shaggy mutant decides to rid himself of all that water in the most efficient way possible, the eldest Summers is once again covered in water but this time in a sideways rain shower of sorts. He considers going after Hank, to be sure he's alright, but realizes he probably needs his space. And by the sudden departure of everyone else that his brother soaked, he realizes that he will not be the only one after Alex in the near future. "No, definitely not the spot for reading thanks to my moron of a brother," he says to Lorna. "Make him buy you a new book." And that should answer Tatum's question about who the culprit was, although his brother seems to have made a hasty departure. Probably for the best before someone choked the life out of him.

Scott heads for the deep end again, preparing to get in the swin now that the area is way less crowded.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum is about to protest Hank's leaving when he surprises her with a term of endearment, in front of everyone. She's so stunned by it that she lets him storm off in a huff, only realizing she should go after him when Illyana does her disappearing act and a small demonic hand appears beside her with what could only be called flowers by someone that was both blind and a little crazy.

Tatum shrinks up in the corner of her lounging chair, making her fingers into a cross. "Not for eating!!" she tells the hand before it disappears. She stays curled up for a while longer, not trusting that the Limbo demon is actually gone.

Finally, Tatum turns to Scott, looking confused. "You have a brother?" she asks, confused. "Okay, that's new. Cool."

Polaris has posed:
"I don't think your brother and I have said more than five words in passing, but I'll try that, sure." Lorna nods and watches Scott as he goes to the deep end. "Gutsy rocking a speedo. Does that mean Magneto isn't visiting any longer?" She asks lightly, giving her book a light shake. There's some woman swooning in a buff man in a flowy shirt's arms on the cover.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sat down on a regular old chair and crossed her legs at the knee. She lifted her bare right hand up and waved it to Lorna when the green haired teacher appeared. "Beast is gonna track water all through the whole school. And god help us if the kids have eaten all his twinkies. Ah mean, he barely even hides'em well, as is." She lifted her drink up for another sip from its contents within.

"Scott's brothe'ah is a douche." She said, not looking at anyone. "Cute though..." She then looked up at Cyclops and smiled at him. "Not as cute as you though, sexy pants." She said at the older man.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott is starting to get an inkling of what Beast was saying earlier, little alarms going off in the back of his head like a robot shouting a warning on one of those old tv shows. Danger! Danger! "He'll be good for it. He might be an ass but he's a good guy underneath. Somewhere," he adds half under his breath. "I don't see what the big deal is about the suit. It's more streamlined, allowing for faster time during laps." When Rogue throws in her compliment, he is positive that the robot in his head is reaching epic levels of screeching. "Uhm...thanks?" And there is the awkward as he rubs at the back of his neck with his hand, tilting his head away as he looks to the water in the pool instead of at the women. Then he does the only thing he can think to do. He dives into the water smoothly, staying under for long seconds. When he surfaces, he brushes his hair out of his eyes again then swims over to the end of the pool, catching the side for a moment as he prepares to start his laps.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum keeps glancing at the vase of "flowers" sitting beside her. "Is that rose.... blinking at me?" she asks, leaning closer to Rogue. "Have I ever mentioned that I *hate* Limbo?" She sits there, uncomfortable as she keeps trying to not look at the bouquet but having her attention keep being pulled over by it. Spiders and webs, severed fingers and ears, flowers with eyes and tongues and teeth, sometimes on the same flower. Yeah, trying to have a good time with that sitting beside you isn't exactly easy. "Oh god! I think that lily just blew me a kiss."

Polaris has posed:
Watching Scott dive into the water, Lorna looks to Tatum and those flowers. "Maybe set them under the next chair? Out of sight and all that." She suggests to the woman. Once Scott resurfaces, Lorna grins before teasing him. "I dunno. I believe a certain Summers offered milkshakes and I have yet to see those." She winks and looks back at her novel. "Beast is gonna make the school smell like wet cat. He's toweling off in your room Rogue." She teases Rogue as she reads.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watche Scott dive into the pool and then just looked away... give the man his dignity! She smiled-- at least until she looked over at what Lorna and Tatum were talking about. Thats when Rogue jumped up to her feet and then floated up into the air a few feet off the ground. "What... the... hell... are those?" She asked, completely freaked out now. "Ah swear t'god, I'm gonna light those god damn things on fire... Screw hide'em, that shit needs t'be burned with FLAME."

Cyclops has posed:
"You name the day and we'll go," Scott tells Lorna with a smile. He hadn't forgotten but there were reasons. "Didn't figure you'd want to go while we had guests." The word 'guests' sounds a lot like 'termites' would out of someone's mouth. Sure, it's her father but Magneto being close to the school at all was a bitter pill for Scott to take. Thus why he kept to teaching his classes or working on his bike in the garage, to keep from there being an incident at which he was the catalyst. He glances over to Tatum and Rogue, trying to figure out what they are looking at but his angle down in the water doesn't allow him to see the freakishness causing the ractions. He swims to the side of the pool, trying to get a look and when he sees. "What the--Where did those come from?" He's pulling himself out of the water, climbing up over the edge and regaining his feet. Sll thoughts of swimming gone as he wonders if they are under attack. Or it's a death threat.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum looks to Lorna and nods her head, slowly reaching over to the vase to put it somewhere else. She picks it up and whimpers as a spider dangles and then lands on her and she pulls her hand away, brushing off the spider with a girlish scream. "Scott! Kill it!" She points to the Limbo bouquet. "Be the leader we need and kill this thing! It was a 'gift' from Illyana. But it was Limbo-ized."

Polaris has posed:
Spiders? Oh heck no. The Genoshian princess is up in the air, crossing her fingers at the Limboquette. "LAser eyes! Laser eyes!" She cries out and crosses her fingers in front of her. "I'll take a visit from daddy dearest over that thing!"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue flew to the other side of the pool near to where the fancy bbq grillw as built into a stone wall. She stood across the pool and pulled her green bathrobe up over her mouth and nose. "If someone doesn't set that god damn thing on fire right NOW... I'm gonna have have ta... have ta... I'm, not sure... exactly. But its gonna be drastic!" She said all of this from inside of her robe.

"I'm not even gonna be able t'SLEEP tonight now that that thing has burrowed itself inta my brain! Where the hell did it even come from, anyhow?!"

Deadzone has posed:
"You know, I think I need to make sure that Hank is okay. He left in a hurry. Yeah. Going! Bye!"

Cyclops has posed:
"A present?" Scott isn't sure that's the right word for the atrocity he's staring at. "We maybe need to talk to Illyana about proper gift giving techniques." Which sounds much better than 'don't give demonic things to people'. With that he reaches up to his visor, left index finger touching the flushed button that will only activate if his bio patterns and print are matched. He adjusts to a fairly narrow stream, not needing more than that considering the size of the ... well, IT. Just dub that thing IT. With a flash of red, the beam smashes into IT and a moment later there is nothing left where it was. "You can come down now, ladies," he says once there is nothing but a black smudge where IT had been. He is trying not to smirk at what he knows are very strong women reacting that way over spiders. Well, IT was more than spiders but that seemed to be their final straw.

Polaris has posed:
"You know, I hope she never sends me flowers." Lorna says and lands lightly. She puts a hand on Scott's shoulder. "You sir are a hero, my nation thanks you." She tells him with a mostly straight face before looking back at the smudge that was flowers. She looks back at Rogue and grins broader. It was a little funny, in retrospect.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue continued to half-hide her face, only her green eyes peering up overtop of the fabric. But, after a few moments she dropped the robe and she looked to Scott and Polaris. "Thank you." She said. "But still... I'm pretty damn sure that things gonna haunt me for the resta my life."

Rogue huffed then and started to walk toward the school herself. "You two go have your milkshakes. I'mma go hide in my room unde'ahneath my blankets."

Cyclops has posed:
"You'll be fine." Yeah, that was the thing of nightmares so he's lying but he has to at least try to be reassuring. Even if he doesn't believe it. Hell, he might have nightmares. Scott glances down at Lorna's hand on his shoulder. "So Genosha now owes me for protecting their princess. I think that's the way it works." He's trying not to smirk over the silliness of the entire situation. "I'll come up with a price for my heroism at a later date." Speaking of...well, not a date. But friends. And Milkshakes. "Did you want to try to get those shakes or another time? We should have a bit more free time coming up now that classes are out."

Polaris has posed:
"Summer in a home full of mutant teenagers." Lorna crosses herself and chuckles. "I'm game for milkshakes when ever you want." She tells Scott before looking to Rogue. "Have a good night Rogue!" She calls and looks back at Scott. "So any time, you just give me a shake. Or you know, cash in that favor for saving us from the flowers, make it milkshakes AND a movie."