5809/Blue elf and trinket with snacks

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Blue elf and trinket with snacks
Date of Scene: 18 November 2018
Location: Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis: Erika encounters Kurt in the kitchen.
Cast of Characters: Souvenir, Nightcrawler




Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir comes swooping into the dark and empty kitchen, bouncing a bit on her feet with an earbud in her ear. Plaid button up, work open, black Paramore T-shirt, jeggings, black Converse with hashtag neon red laces. Black gloves, the same kind Rogue wears if you would notice. Grey eyes, too much eyeliner. Head bobbing a bit. She goes straight to the closet door and grabs the apron from the middle hook, then turns and waves at anybody in the room, dramatically holding the apron over her head like a video game character acquiring a treasure. "Taadaa!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Late night at the Xavier School. It's well after lights out, so the student body should be down to rest peacefully in their dorms, leaving the mansion largely undisturbed by the presence of man nor Beast.

    But such wasn't so. The first thing that Erika might notice when she comes in is the sound of giggling and chuckling, with shushed conpiratorial whispers coming from the dining hall. Suddenly, through that door bursts a blonde haired young woman, walking backwards and squealing with laughter as...

    Kurt Wagner gives chase, pushing in through the door right after her, and taking the woman by the hips to pull her in, and then, like right out of the movies, he dips her back, low to the ground, and goes in for the kiss. After it breaks, he says in a velveteen soft voice, barely above a whisper, with a lyrical German accent thick is it spills from his tongue like molten honey, "You really must keep it quiet, Fraulein Kemper. We do not want to disturb the house. You don't want to see my colleagues when they've been awakened in the dead of night."

    And then, yellow eyes blink once. Then twice. Still holding this Miss Kemper in that dramatic dip, Kurt's indigo face slowly creeps up until his golden stare falls on Erika.

    "Mein Gott!!!"

    Instantly the pair of them straighten up, and disengage from one another. Kurt adjusts the red tie about his neck that had been pulled loose and haphazard at some point during the secret rendevous. Kurt stands like a soldier at attention, before very very calmly, stating, "Ah. Well. Fraulein Kemper, I believe you may see yourself out the door from here. We will be in touch again very shortly about ordering those new laptops in bulk from your company. I look forward to doing business with you in the near future. Please drive safe."

    Miss Kemper, for her part, straightens her hair, and looks from Kurt to Erika, and then back to Kurt, before bowing her head a little and walking out towards the front. Once she's out the door, though, one can hear her giggling once again. Outside the large windows of the kitchen, one might even spy her twirling about like she's dancing as she heads towards the single car parked in the front lot.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks, watching the entire drama racing around, then grins, eyes trailing the woman you were with all the way out of sight. Blinks. Eyes back to yours. "I could have cooked for all three of us, you know. Fistbump, Mr. W. Waitwait, one sec!"

She shrugs out of the jacket, lifts one finger to indicate a pause, then drops the apron dramatically over her neck in a big sudden movement. She gasps and shudders, twitching and closing her eyes. A couple long, slow breaths and a big swallow, holding her hands to steady herself.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ah... It really might be best if we both forget that we were in here tonight, ja? It is after curfew," he points out, lifting one of his thick, long fingers and waving it back and forth as he moves forward, his shadowy brows raising heavenward. His pliant lips slip up into a bright, disarming grin, despite the fangs that mark it as pointedly demonic. "But alas, Christi--Fraulein Kemper really was in a hurry to leave, you see, so she really couldn't stick around for food."

    His head lilts to the side as Erika puts on the apron with a flourish, and then...

    "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks a few times. "Just.. I dunno, compiling. I'm totally fine." She ties the apron on in a practiced way and trades the leather gloves for disposable plastic ones, twitching as she puts them on. "Okay, now to see what we have in the refrigerator today..." She reaches for the refrigerator and thinks. "Hmmm, do you have any requests? Special diets or anything?"

She looks back at the door for a moment, then opens the refrigerator to look inside. "Because right now I have a whole lot of cooking in my head."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt's curiously watching her now as she sets about all these tasks. Tasks that seem so mundane to normal people, but were an absolute chore for her. He slides his three fingered hands into the pockets of his plaid, tweed slacks, and stalks forward in his strangely shaped, split toed foot making nary a sound. As for his attire, he's got the look of the one professor that all the girls are in love with. Young, lean, wearing just the right clothes to make it work. In this case, it's a pale grey button down shirt, with a red skinny tie, and a warm, khaki colored cashmere sweater vest, along with a pair of straight, dark jeans. Apparently, Kurt had ditched the holographic image inducaer earlier in the evening with Miss Kemper.

    "Nein, nothing special in mind," He says, as he hops up onto a nearby stool, crouching on it low, with his knees bent steeply, and his hands clutching the edge of it as he watches. "Let's just see what you have in mind, and go with that, ja? I'm sure it'll be fantastic no matter what it is that you make!"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir waggles her eyebrows, then starts grabbing ingredients. Fresh vegetables, some of the roast, seasonings.. They get set out in an orderly way, followed by bowls, cutting boards.. She grabs a knife from the wll and starts running the steel over it like a chef. "One Souvenir special, coming up!" A wok is retreived and twirled, then set on the range.

"How have you been doing? Other than tonight, that looked like a good day. Doing anything? Planning anything?" She starts slicing regular slices from the roast, then puts the rest back in the refrigerator and flips the cutting board over.