4868/Kids these days

Kids these days
Date of Scene:	09 July 2018
Location:	Faculty Lounge
Synopsis:	Sean and Ororo discuss the students.
Cast of Characters:	Banshee, Storm

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Banshee has posed:
    Having moved one of the chairs and an end table a little bit, Sean Cassidy is relaxed on one side of the teacher's lounge. Outside, students are running about, playing football. Occasionally some argument will break out or some power will be used, and Sean will glance up, looking out there and listening to the raised voices, but nothing so far has actually required any attention. He has a few stacks of papers in front of him, which he is picking through, a pencil in his teeth.

Storm has posed:
Ororo enters the teacher's lounge with what appears to be mail in one hand and a mug in the other. A card sits on top of several envelopes, and she is reading while shutting the door behind her. A look goes up briefly to Sean as Ororo turns, making a bee-line towards the coffee pot.

"Hello Sean," she greets, placing the mug against the counter. She finishes reading the card and brings it over to Sean, placing it on the table. "It's from one of the juniors. Apparently, her parents took her to Hawaii for the summer." Ororo is jealous, but she doesn't make it obvious.

"One day I'll get to see Hawaii," Ororo says, returning to the coffee pot and pouring the rest of the pot into the mug. Placing it back into the machine, she looks through one of the cabinets to ready another pot.

Banshee has posed:
    Sean smiles over his shoulder towards her, turning to immediately give her his attention. "Af'ernoon, Or'ro," Sean lilts pleasantly. "Hawaii, aye? Let's give a see," Sean chuckles at the jealous tone, accepting it.

    "Les' go in winter, 'scape the snow, what do ye say?" Sean suggests, looking at the card, and then pausing, and setting it back on his little table as a cheerful contrast to the stark paperwork. "Or mebbe after this pa'erwork ends. Borrow a jet," Sean teases. "Ki'nap Jean, then she cannae argue." Sean taps his pencil down along his work, and makes a few notes to one side. His handwriting is highly legible but slanted.

Storm has posed:
Ororo grins at the thought of leaving the mansion, with Jean in tow. She finds ground coffee beans and a filter, and after finally relinquishing the mail on the counter, she starts to refill the machine to remain courteous.

"You and I both know Scott will have none of that," she says, activating the machine to start making another pot of coffee. "Jean will have to be a sacrifice for the Winter Gods, I'm afraid." Cream and sugar are deposited into the mug and Ororo retrieves a spoon to stir it all together.

"What's with all the paperwork today?" she asks, curiously standing beside him and resting a hand on his shoulder. Ororo leans down a little to get a better view of what Sean was doing.

Banshee has posed:
    "P'haps you can bribe me t'keep him busy while ye go, then. Enjoy in m'honor," Sean comments of Scott, innocently tactful. He looks up again when she comes over, though he doesn't startle at the touch on his shoulder at all. He's relaxed, but still quite aware.

Some whooping filters in from outside, which gets a brief check only, but nothing more than a smile. The kids are having a good time, getting their energy out, obtaining their summer sunburns.

    The paperwork doesn't look like Xavier related items, at all. It's something else, and heavy reading. "Eh... a bit of fun tha' followed me 'ere. Jus' doin' a favor, checkin' somebody's notes to see if they missed any'in." Sean and his work. Or in this case, helping on other people's work.

Storm has posed:
Ororo looks to him playfully, saying, "You would do that for us? How brave!"

The whooping catches Ororo's attention as well, but she does not check on the students. Years of working with them have helped differentiate certain hormonal reactions than others. That was simply friendly fire.

Returning to the counter to retrieve the mail she left, Ororo grabs the envelopes and begins sorting them into the staff's boxes. Some looked important while others were advertisements. When she is done, she sits across from Sean and offers an envelop in his direction.

"You've got mail," she says, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

Banshee has posed:
    "And here ah thought I wasn't bringin' too much bagg'ige in with me," Sean sighs ruefully but tolerantly. He sets his pencil down on the papers and accepts it. He reads the envelope but doesn't open it. He ends up with a puzzled look, but then flushes some. With his pale complexion, blushes are very apparent. "Oh, 'tis nothing," Sean says, setting the unopened envelope next to his paperwork but pats it once, perhaps uncomfortable, but hiding it well. At least, to those who aren't friends that know what cues to look for.

    Sean seems to realize or remember who he's talking to, and grants, "A lass. But t'will pass."

Storm has posed:
Ororo takes another sip of her coffee and grins. "You're lying," she says simply. There are too many indications that 'nothing' envelope is something in disguise. "I feel betrayed, my friend. I didn't think we had secrets to hide."

Considering he looks at the envelope and smiles before even opening it, Ororo is intrigued. "But I guess that's what happens when you leave us for so long," Ororo says, jokingly. This time around, she places the mug on the table.

Banshee has posed:
    "Came 'ere to not need to keep m'face unda control e'ery second," Sean teases back, but it's mild. His Interpol stint, and leaving it for a time, probably has nothing to do with what he just said. Sean has no awareness of when he is, or isn't tired. Unless, perhaps, someone told him he is and made him leave. That's likely.

    "Speakin' o' out of touch - Do ya know if Theresa is doin' a'ight?" Sean asks, a bit carefully.

Storm has posed:
A laugh comes from Ororo at Sean's response. There are few people that makes Ororo feel at home with herself and others, and the Irishman is certainly high on her list of people who can. In these troubled times, she needs a laugh from time to time, otherwise being too serious may be the death of her.

"She's acclimating well," Ororo responds to his question about Terry. "A lot of the students have a taken a liking to her, and Jubilee not-so-surprisingly." There is a pause in that moment, Ororo rummaging through her thoughts for the briefest of seconds, and then she continues.

"Did you see the report from the other day?" she asks, not waiting long for a response from Sean. "One of the students had an accident. Luckily, Charles was there because he had us go through her mind. Terry handled herself well."

Banshee has posed:
    "I did, though I o'ly have skimmed s' far, since Charles's got it," Sean says, expression suddenly dropping the relaxed nature, turning into more of a frowned, serious focus. "Ah'm concerned with whether they're getting t' attention they need. Some'in must b' off balance, t' cause it. What d'you think?" Sean asks, drawing his hands to cup them together in front of him, leaning back in his chair, a thoughtful pose for him.

Storm has posed:
It is like he is reading her mind.

"My thoughts exactly, Sean," Ororo confirms, continuing. "I know that Jean and Emma are working hard to maintain, but these kids aren't like how we were." She pauses again, shaking her head. "They are so dramatic."

"/Did/ we act like that?" she wonders outloud. "I mean, other than our first mission being what it was, but... I don't know. They need to be tended to."

Banshee has posed:
    Sean gives her a liquid little grin. "I dinnae think ye ever needed t'be 'tended to' in tha' way," Sean teases her, with one of his 'dad' expressions he can lend to having when he remembers his age in relation to some of the other X-Men. "Some of ya, yeh, a bit. Nae really /my/ job though, thank th' saints," Sean laughs.

    "Charles sign'd up for et." A smile is added. "Ah think t'was just as dangerous. Just fewer o' ye, so e'eryone got good attention."

Storm has posed:
"I was getting used to the culture," Ororo says. "To this day, I still see nothing wrong with walking around bare. We are all the same people!" She pouts a little, remembering when she would walk around the mansion naked, was fascinated by electricity, and encountering the Danger Room.

Those were good times. Except the Danger Room. That took time to get used to.

"That is true," Ororo agrees. "I do think the world has became a little more dangerous then our time, I'll give them that. But we're going to have to do something to keep these kids protected -- from others and themselves."

Banshee has posed:
    "Ah'd forgotten about that l'le learning curve ya had," Sean says, with a soft laugh, rubbing one hand along the side of his jaw. His beard is coming in, so there's a sandpaper sound associated with the rubbing the reddish hair, a shade darker than on his head.

    "Wha' I meant more was with so many student, mebbe staff's a bit thin. But don' wanna stranglehold 'em either, makes it worse."

Storm has posed:
"Are you saying you want to become a mentor for them, Sean?" Ororo asks, an eyebrow arching upward and a bright smile on her face. She does not give him a chance to respond, adding, "I think that would be a wonderful idea."

Teasing aside, Ororo truly does think Sean is a capable individual when the students are concerned. He is a father, afterall, and has instincts for his child that cannot be taught -- even by Interpool. But with his work load, Ororo doubts he would want to do something of the sort.

Banshee has posed:
Sean gives her a fully appropriate stink-eye about that, but rubs his jaw again. "Poor kids be the ones that get stuck w' me," Sean grants her after a pause, the smile on his face mild, but his bright green eyes sort of dance with it. He's amused by the prospect, clearly. "Or I mentor t'staff on mentorin'," Sean says with a 'dangerous' lift of his brows. "Not /ye/ of course, lass. Never ye," he assures her, with an extension of one hand to gently attempt to tap her on the wrist with one finger.

    "Bu' really now, wonderful? Eh. Too much credit. Ah torture m'recruits," he asserts. He probably doesn't.

Storm has posed:
She doesn't know if her smile could get any brighter, but Ororo attempts it when the stink-eye forms. And then, that smile breaks into many pieces to reveal a glare forming. "Yeah, nice save," Ororo says, lifting her mug up and taking another sip.

The sudden sound of laughter can be heard filtering inside from the students, some playing outside and others running through the upper hallway heading outside. Perceiving the world through energy, Ororo blinks and spies on them as they head down the stairs. "A little torture never hurts."

"But think about it," Ororo says, standing to her full height. "They need a male figure in their lives... and they don't really like Scott." She grins at that. Drinking the last of her coffee, Ororo turns for the door. "If you need me, I will be in my quarters, my friend."

Banshee has posed:
    "Back in my day we had et rough. Our soap had brok'en glass in et, to scrub off the sins alon' with the dirt," Sean says in his best old man voice. It's highly successful, partially due to his accent and the fact that he can deepen his voice well below where most people can dream of getting a vocal. It's nothing inhuman, though: sean doesn't show off his powers. They're not for that.

    "Thank ye for makin' more coffee, tha'll help this. See y' at dinnae, p'haps?" he suggests, with a friendly wave to Ororo.