487/Movie Night

Movie Night
Date of Scene:	18 May 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Magik

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Deadzone has posed:
Getting ready for movie night, Tatum is in the rec room with pillows and blankets. Sapphire, the school's youngest student, follows her around like a little lost puppy. Considering Tate's power, the fact that Sapphire remains blue while in Deadzone's field is remarkable.

Magik has posed:
    Illyana may or may not be here to actually watch the movie...whatever it is. What it is she is here for is for soda and munchies. STraight to the bar, she grabs a glass and fiddles with the soda fountain, randomly squirting in various sodas into the glass. A glance has her noticing Tatum and her little blue shadow, but she doesn't greet just yet. Too busy making something questionable with soda.

Deadzone has posed:
Sapphire goes to the CD collection and brings a movie to Tatum as a suggestion. Not that she actually says anything. Sapphire hasn't spoken a word since her parents died. Taking the movie in her hand, Tatum looks worried as she looks to the girl. She sits down on the couch, looking apologetically to the girl. "Sweetheart. You know I love Frozen as much as anyone, but I think asking for it three weeks in a row might be a little too much. Maybe something else tonight?"

The blue girl looks up at the Goth with big, saucer-wide eyes. "Tell you what, tomorrow night, you and I can watch Frozen together. Just the two of us. Okay?" Sapphire accepts this compromise and runs off to take the movie to her room.

Slumping on the couch, Tate turns to look over at Illyana. "I am really starting to hate that movie." She looks to what Illyana is making. "Swampwater?"

Magik has posed:
    She can't help it, as the little girl runs off with her prize, Illyana breaks out into a quiet rendition of 'Do you want to build a snowman?'. And the 'It doesn't have to be a snowman' is timed just as Tatum addresses her with her newfound feelings of the film. There's a smirk as she sips her...whatever. "Uh, I think one of the kids called it a suicide? Just...randomly put in various sodas and have at it. Is it also called ath?" she asks of the 'swampwater' name.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum makes a face at Illyana as she sings one of the many songs that Tate is going to be subjected to tomorrow night. "It makes her happy. I can put up with watching the insepid thing if it means it makes her happy." She lets out a sigh, resolved to her fate.

"That's what I've always known it as. Maybe it's called suicide in this world, or just another name for it. Who knows." She gets up and heads to the bar to make sure it is fully stocked for this evening. "What are your plans for tonight?"

Magik has posed:
    Taking a sip of the conconction, she mkaes a momentary face. "Less Sprite next time," she notes to herself before drinking in earnest. Then she moves to take a seat - on the bartop. She'll likely get chased off, possibly sooner rather than later, but she's going to sit where she's sitting for now. At the question, though, she hms a bit. "Don't know," she says with a little yawn. "I should make sure the summer schedule's in order. I apparently have quite a few 'mundane classes' to catch up." They don't teach Algebra in Limbo. Go figure. She also seems somewhat at ease refering to her history here. It's obvious Tatum's aware of it, even if it was a different version of her. No quips about being a 'transfer student' here!

    "Buuuuut...." She puts a little swing in the foot that's dangling off the edge of the bar, "That seems utterly droll, so I'll probably put it off until later."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum takes this oppertunity to sugar up. She does like her sweets. She pours herself a soda and sips at it with a nod. She does not shoo Illyana off the bar, atleast not whne its' just the two of them. "Algebra, what current events happened while you were gone. All the boring stuff. At least you don't have to take my class during the summer. Though I was going to teach how to make your own bathing suit, so... you know, you might want to anyway. No wait, you can just conjure clothes. Forgot that."

Magik has posed:
    "My magic doesn't work so well when I'm not in LImbo," Magik admits here, quietly taking a sip of her drink then setting it next to her. "Maybe it's because I'm not used to...working... someplace else. I'd probably end up conjuring...something hideous." She pauses and then smirks. "Like a velour track suit."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum laughs at the idea of Illyana in a velour track suit. "Well, you know, all it takes is practice. Sure, it means that you're going to conjure up some real eye sores at first, but in time, you will be able to make boots like these." She gestures to her footwear. "Most comfortable pair I own too. You'd almost think they were made just for me." Tate offers a wink and then sips at her soda.

"So, what sort of things have you been doing since you got back here from Limbo? Anything you'd like to see that you've missed?"

Magik has posed:
    The boots get Illy's attention, and she leans over to get a good look at them. She blinks and she oohs appreciatively. Obnviously, she's an open fan of Tatum's style. Which...apparently she encouraged? Well, another her anyway. "I want a pair," she laments lamely. How much you want to bed she's going to practice conjuring footwear. Here's hoping it doesn't go like the flowers.

    AT the question though, Illyana frowns slightly. "That's the problem; in a manner of speaking I've not lost any time /here/. But still, it's been a decade since I've encountered anything. I had to remind myself that crocs were still in style... because in reality, only minutes passed between when I fell into Limbo and when I returned." She pauses. "Still. Minutes is far more than enough time for people to figure out crocs are ugly. HOw are they still popular?" Ahem, a bit of misdirection there. "So, pretty much I just need things to help me... fit in. As a girl my age, that is. Not as a seven year old." She glances around and her lips turn down slightly at the phrase 'fit in'.

Deadzone has posed:
Well, since the flowers were more of a delivery from her demon servants then a conjuration of her own, the practicing of footwear is likely to go a little better. Demons tend to mess things up in the most imaginitive of ways. Tatum sips again, looking at the room that will soon be filled with people watching some family friendly movie and just acting like a bunch of goofy teens.

"You know, if you like, you and I can go out this weekend. Go for a walk around the village? I can show you my old haunts, where no one knows me anymore? It will be good for a laugh. I can walk up to my old bestie and ask him how his search for a super hot boyfriend is and totally confuse him."

Magik has posed:
    That is a point. Illyana does seem to think for a moment, before she jumps off the bar and walks over to the DVD case. She scans a selection of a slightly higher rating of films before plucking one and walking over. "I think I would like that," she says quietly, slowly... as if admitting to agreeing to it is somehow kicking her pride or something. Or it could just be her 'I can't people well' kicking in. And then she hands over the DVD she picked out: Big Trouble in LIttle China.

Deadzone has posed:
The Illyana that Tatum knew from her world couldn't people well either. But somehow Tatum didn't count as people, and after all the time in Limbo, Tate even had a feel of home. "We can go to Central Park and mock the people that walk by, make up stories about who they are and what they are doing there." She winks, smirking.

Holding out her hand, she looks over at the movie. "Good choice. Not too scary. Kinda funny. But you really think the others are going to want to watch a documentary?"

Magik has posed:
    "Oh but that is a horrible thing to do!" Illyana gasps here, trying her best to look offended and such. But that spark of anticipating the utter delight of such a thing that flares in those wide eyes is unmistkeable...and makes it obvious that Illyana isn't sincere in her stateemnt. Well, sincere that she's offended. The statement, however one spins it is still true; it is a horrible thing to do. Illyana couldn't really care less.

    AS for the movie? "I was here first. It's either this or Frozen. We'll put it to a vote."

Deadzone has posed:
"Oh please, I wouldn't have bought that even if I hadn't known you in another world," Tate responds. "And you know what? As long as we aren't actually hurting anyone, what does it matter? Hell, we'll bring along Ellie too. I bet she comes up with some doozy 'What ifs'." She finishes her soda and washes the glass right away.

"If those are our two choices, I'm pretty sure you win. I don't think anyone wants to watch Frozen three weeks in a row anymore then I do."

Magik has posed:
    Illyana laughs at the thought of bringing the dour bald goth. "I'm certain," she says in agreement of what sorts of things Ellie can come up with. She moves to put the movie next to the player, opting to wait to plug it in until more students show up. See? She can be nice. "I can relate, in a way, to be honest," she says talking of the dreaded musical. "But damned if I don't want to take my sword to my own head when some of those songs get stuck in it."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum thinks about that and smiles. "Gorgeous blonde becomes queen to a kingdom, discovers that being queen isn't all its cracked up to be and is saved by the love of her sibling? Why would you be able to relate to that? Or did you mean you like making snowmen?"

Magik has posed:
    AGain, she laughs, but this seems a more genuine sort of laughter. It also seems to lack the constant 'I may be a sadist' sort of edge to it. It does have a slight sad note to it, which becomes more obvious when it trails into silence. "Oh, totally the part about the snowman, didn't you know?" Oh, Illy, you should really learn to work on your bluffing skills. Part of the problem of being so damn 'brick to the face' subtle, she can't pull it off for real. "Save, you know, instead of snow, it was usually imp-heads."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum makes a face and heads over to one of the couches. "I hate that I can actually picture that." She shudders. "No offense, I know it's your kingdom, but I don't think I ever want to go back there if I can at all help it. That might have something to do with the fact that your demons started to think of me as... property, or something. And... I've probably said too much. Again."

Magik has posed:
    "It's understandable," Illyana actually doesn't take offense to this. Oh sure, she's proud of her accomplishment of overthrowing the old boss and becoming the new boss. But Limbo isn't for everyone. Hell, it's barely for her. "Unfortunately, though, if you ever travel with me, you will end up visiting it. I don't know about the Illyana you knew, but my teleporting always uses Limbo as a way-station." She pauses. "That's going to be a fun 'first time I have to use it in class' thing. Here's to hoping I don't lose anyone during that." She's mostly musing to herself before she follows the teacher, not wanting the Limbo talk to carry too much.

    Settling down on the floor next to where TAtum's chosen to sit, the sorceress just idly shrugs a shoulder. "Probably. But Dr. McCoy isn't here to lecture us, and I'm not about to curb /my/ conversations just because. Besides, it's a trait of Limbo that you might end up running into yourself /anyway/." Time and Space is all a mess there. But she's not admitting to whether or not she herself has run into the problem. "So I'm not bothered. I'm interested in hearing about how you came about being there, though. But...perhaps later." She reaches for the remote. "We have movies to watch."