5860/Supply Closet Date

Supply Closet Date
Date of Scene:	27 November 2018
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Deadpool attempts to find supplies and is blocked by meanies.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Rage, Captain Britain, Phoenix

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Deadpool has posed:
    Rummaging through the drawers along one side of the supplies area of the library is a sight that has generally been restricted to odd sightings and confused student claims. Deadpool HAS been around off and on, although usually it is at times when students are in bed, as his hours have been a jumbled mess.

    Currently, Deadpool-butt is viewable easily from the entryway, as he digs around in the long drawer bins for something or other. He's not exactly quiet: the rummaging itself is noisy, as is the prattle of him talking to himself while he does it, mildly echoed in the drawer he has his face in.

    "And the red one was for....who. Don't worry, there's notes. That's what the notes are for. If you don't lose the notes," comes Deadpool's muffled voice inside the drawer.

    Yes, Deadpool is covered in weapons, the usual: swords, grenades, guns. He's also got four holiday bows stuck to his upper back, and one to the side of his mask. It's a pretty green one. Festive.

Rage has posed:
"Who the hell are you?"

That's the voice of world superstar and global icon known as Andrea, standing there in her black and gold uniform, having just came out of a training session adn work out. She is eyeballing the hell out of his weapons, her posture a bit defensive. The holiday bows are also squinted at curiously.

"And why are you going through our stuff for?"

Captain Britain has posed:
A costumed butt is an unusual sight around school, or at least that's what Brian Braddock had been led to believe. Sometimes it was good to have relatives who were both members of the faculty, and wore a colourful costume as part of the X-Men. He had just wandered in, hoping to check out the English literature section, which he had been told was unusually well stocked, when he heard the girl's reaction to the offensive posterior. The weapons weren't a good sign either. This was a school. Children were in the area.

Rushing forward, he was momentarily distracted when he caught sight of just who the girl was, "Is that..." he began, before cutting himself off, and in an authoritative voice, he said, "I can't say who he is, but he was just leaving, isn't that right Mister...?" He was doing his level headed best, making his voice extra deep, and using his full height and girth to maximum effect. And for added effect, he cracked the joints of one hand as he rolled it into a fist. An Englishman, how very intimidating that must be.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Who stores a paper cutter this way? This is dangerous," Deadpool comments, still echoing in the drawer. He draws the whole thing out with a grunt, turning to show it to Andrea as if this were all normal. "Look at this thing. Could take somebody's arm off just reaching in wrong," he says, waggling his hand across it. "I mean. That could happen with scissors. Even safety scissors, in the wrong hands. Like mine. I am in category 'wrong hands'," Deadpool is rapidfire chatterbox.

    "What did you ask me?" Deadpool asks, then, pausing. He answers himself, though, still holding the big papercutter. "I, Deadpool, have run out of tape. Again. And this---" A gesture of free hand wherein he almost drops the papercutter -- "is a great place of tape. Three times I have duct taped here. You learn where the drops are, and then you farm it. Video game One-oh-one."

    "No need for Mister. I lack a front section on my name. No Captain or Lord or Mister or Doctor. Just takes up space on the merch."

Rage has posed:
Blinking her eyes at him, Andrea gives a visible frown, then glances over to the new man who enters. He has an English accent and not a red costume full of blades. ".. And who are you?" Who is letting these strange men into the mansion? She gives a quick shake of her head before she stares at both of them, feeling the hair rise up on the tops of her arms, a low rumble echoing in her throat. "Okay, first of all dude with all the weapons, you don't go through our stuff. You are not staff and you're not a student, and you look like a bad guy."

"And you.. incredibly good looking English guy... um... I don't know.. what to say to you... " She reaches down to tap a butt on her (X) belt. A little signal to be sent out to the staff. Beep.

Captain Britain has posed:
In the hopes that there was a telepath within range, Brian called out, mentally, for psychiatric help. They clearly had a man in desperate need of mental help here. He took on a soothing tone, trying to be the lunatic's friend, "that's okay, we have more tape. Right this way, I'll take you to it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" They had to have a padded room around here somewhere, or at least some place he could safely disarm the merc without worrying about someone else realising his secret. He really didn't want a fight in here. There were too many rare books here.

Answering Andrea, "Brian Braddock," figuring that if she knew his sister, she might put it together... of course, their complexions were totally different now, and there was Braddock Industries, and his elder brother, the former Formula One driver.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Beep!" Deadpool chimes at Andrea aloud when she taps her belt. Yes, verbally said 'beep'.

    "No, I'm not staff or a student. Most people think I'm Spider-Man, though. But villain? You know, yeah, some people DO think that. I'm not here to villainize though. No matter what Logan says in his growly voice between the 'bubs'. He's just old and stuffy. Fun to poke though," Deadpool explains.

    Brian is given a long stare by Deadpool. "Are you okay? I mean. I do want tape. Are we talking in insulting slo-mo? I don't really do slo-mo, unless it's in an action montage," Deadpool answers, actually /throwing/ the papercutter back into the bin, and uses one heel to shoooooove the drawer closed. It doesn't close, the papercutter was at an angle. He pushes it again, and then gives up, trotting towards Brian. "Lead on, tape man; by day known as Brian Braddock."

Rage has posed:
"Oh. You're Betsy's brother. Yeah. I know of you." Andrea says as some of the defensive posture melts away, though not all of it. "I'm Andrea. Code name is Rage. Nice to meet you." She says as she squints again at Dead Pool, boggling at his retort. "Eesh.." She trails off as she gives a shake of her head. She waits for the pair of men to start leaving before she heads over to fix the drawer.

Captain Britain has posed:
Tape Man, also known as Brian Braddock, nodded his head to Andrea, "guilty as charged," and then wondered if that was going to somehow be a trigger for the maniac with the weapons. "Code name?" He repeated, doing his best to act confused, as if he were the lone normal guy in a room full of costumed heroes... and Deadpool. "A pleasure," he said after a pause. Not really wanting to turn his back on Deadpool, he makes a point of going over to the door, always keeping Deadpool in his view, and opens the door for him and Andrea, gesturing with his free hand for them to head through first.

Deadpool has posed:
"Betsy's brother? Holy shiiiit," Deadpool enthuses. "Who's Betsy? Is she as hot as you?" he asks, spinning to walk backwards through the door, to appraise Brian a bit more closely. He also scans Andrea finally. "I feel like you're someone I've seen also. Like Taylor Swift. I love me some T-Swift. I know it's old school, but so am I," Deadpool chatters freely, and pretty harmlessly.

    "If you are leading me into a trap instead of to tape, I'll be unhappy. Just to clarify. I need to finish wrapping my presents, I'm on a time crunch with shipping," Deadpool announces.

Captain Britain has posed:
If his guard weren't up, Brian would be lowering his head and bringing his hand to cover his face. "No," he exclaims after a moment, not because it's true, but because he doesn't want to give this man any ideas. "And what school is that," he asked, trying desperately to change the subject. "Were you a student here? And don't worry, we'll get you all the tape you need." At this rate, he was willing to go to Costco and get a whole pallet of the stuff.

Deadpool has posed:
    "What? Which school? Of the old references and memes that people of youngling age just won't appreciate," Deadpool comments dismissively, uninterested in that rabbit hole, particularly. "It's not a proper school of bricks or mortar. More of the mind of the ... and I didn't want to get distracted with this. Tape. Tape. Honestly I thought the library would be the place," Deadpool laments. "But I guess a classroom makes more sense."

    Like a dog seeing a squirrel, Deadpool darts left towards a clump of classrooms.

Captain Britain has posed:
"Bugger," Brian intones when Deadpool heads off towards a clump of classrooms, and Brian follows swiftly behind, trying to make sure that he doesn't do anything silly, like chop the head off of a student. "Tape, you wanted tape, I can get you tape. We'll go to Costco, or Asda. Blast, what the devil do they call it in this country? Oh, right, Wal-Mart. Would you like to go to Wal-Mart?"

Deadpool has posed:
    Deadpool stops short enough to possibly almost get run over by Brian. He turns around slowly. The little bow flutters off of the side of his head from the flex of fabric. It is a really big smile under that mask.

    "A date to Wal-Mart? I accept," Deadpool beams, moving to attempt to grasp Brian's hand in both of his. "You're driving. I don't have a car here." Excitement! WAL-MART!

Captain Britain has posed:
Yeah, Brian almost runs over the Merc. But he's got pretty good reflexes himself, even without the suit. "It's not a date," he deadpans, and then, getting an idea, "I don't think we even need to go to Wal-Mart. You wanted tape. I bet there's some in the supply closet." Then, as if he were reading Deadpool's mind, he repeats, "not a date."

Deadpool has posed:
    "Supply closet date?" Is what Deadpool gets from that, head tilting a little bit, birdlike. He moves one finger to his cheek, as if pressing a dimple into the side of his mask.

Captain Britain has posed:
Brian gives Deadpool a curious look, and just shakes his head. Thankfully, he actually knows where the supply closet is, and confidently leads Deadpool to where he thought it was, except the room he thought was the supply closet, turns out to be a chemical storage locker. "Uh oh," he says after opening the door and recognising what's inside. "They really ought to put a lock on this door." Trying to close it as quickly as he opened it, "it must be around here somewhere." Yeah, please Deadpool, don't look in there.

Deadpool has posed:
    Deadpool tippie-toed behind Brian to look into the closet, but it wasn't tape. He's focusing well for now. Except for the date thing. If Brian doesn't shake him off with a really dedicated way, he'll find some hand-holding in his future. Maybe skipping. And being tugged towards a classroom. "Seriously I just need one of those tape dispenser things, and I bet a teacher's desk can help. Why is this such a mission?" Deadpool laments. "Easier to kill someone than get my bleepin tape."

    "I censor since we're in a school," Deadpool asides.

Captain Britain has posed:
"Not a date," Brian repeats, as if he could hear Deadpool thinking. But that was his sister. He was just making an educated guess. As he lead Deadpool past another classroom, an empty one by the look and sound of it, Brian checked to see if the door was unlocked, and so he took Deadpool into the empty classroom. No wonder he insisted it was not a date. But thankfully, he does find a tape and dispenser in the teacher's desk. He has no idea whose tape he was taking, but he tossed it to Deadpool, "there you go, tape."

Deadpool has posed:
    "Neat," Deadpool says, catching it, and hooking it onto the side of his belt like a strange extra weapon. He's approached the whiteboard, and picks up a marker. The dick drawing immediately starts to emerge, in bright glory on the board. "Since it's not a date," Deadpool explains. As if that logic leap would make any sense at all.

    "Wouldn't want to be crass."

Captain Britain has posed:
How was it that he and a costumed, heavily armed, and eminently dangerous man, were able to wander the halls of a school, all this time, without any authorities being alerted. Plus, that Andrea girl had hit some button on her belt. You'd think that would provoke some kind of official response. At least the guy hadn't pulled out any of those weapons, yet. "Ah, so this is an art class. I was curious."

Deadpool has posed:
    Dick drawn, Deadpool caps the pen with a loud snap, sets it back down, and begins to trot out of the room at a comfortable rate. "Sure thing, Brian," Deadpool says over his shoulder, with no expectant quality about being followed. Mission complete, after all: tape acquired, and attention span is beyond erratic.

Phoenix has posed:
One could be excused if their staffly duties take a hit while they help save the world from the influence of a dark astral being with an infinity stone. Or, at the very least you would hope so, otherwise Jean would never get through a day with her sanity intact. Which is really, very important for most everyone.

Nevertheless, she follows the signal from Andrea and cheats with a bit of telepathy to arrive where Deadpool and Brian Braddock are. She doesn't look like she's been up to everything she's been up to. She looks rather normal, unfazed, and has her gaze on Captain Britain and Deadpool. A smile is offered to Brian, but then she turns to look at Deadpool with more of a frown. "We do not allow weapons in the school..." she's quick to chide.

Captain Britain has posed:
Brian returns the smile from the redhead, and then goes back to dry erasing the male genitalia that Deadpool had so recently drawn on the white board. He was giving it a bit of elbow grease, trying to make sure that there were no traces. This was a school. There was every chance it'd make them laugh, and be a topic of conversation for at least a few... minutes. Okay, so kids today had short attention spans. "He's behaved, so far. Do you know him?" Brian certainly didn't.

Deadpool has posed:
    "I don't really do well with rules," Deadpool says, though his tone is deeply apologetic, as he strolls through the chairs of the classroom, which means he's headed Jean's way. There's no aggression in his movement, though he is armed to the teeth. He also has some colored holiday bows that belong on a present on his upper shoulders and back. He HAD one on his hood, but he lost it in the hallway someplace.

    "Is this your sister? You super lied about her being hot," Deadpool calls over his shoulder at Brian without turning at all. "Hi, Miss Braddock. I'm super well behaved."

Phoenix has posed:
"He's a known troublemaker," is all that Jean offers Brian in regards to Deadpool. Needless to say, she doesn't look amused as she walks in closer to the man in red. Even as he heads towards her. "If you don't do well with rules, a school really isn't the place for you, so maybe you should drop out?" It's a friendly offer, and while she doesn't correct Deadpool on her identity, she does quip, "I wouldn't talk that way about Brian's sister, she's handy with a sword."

Captain Britain has posed:
Brian remembered the conversation where he had lied, saying that his sister was not hot, in an effort to ensure that Deadpool didn't try to contact her. Plus, she's his sister. "A troublemaker? That's one way to describe it. And sir," no one had told him Deadpool's name yet, "this is not my sister. She's Jean Grey, and she runs this school, so you should heed her advice."

Deadpool has posed:
    "Really? 'Handy'? I'll have to challenge her to a duel. Slash slash, tink tink, Parry thrust," Deadpool says, with his finger as a sword, swishing around. He the scratches his head on the side of his hood.

    "Okay. I recall. We met about my new teaching job. I just forgot the name. So many good-looking women here. Right, well. Sorry, Jean." It happens, he lets it go.

    "I was doing something with Jubilee. I have a permission slip and everything," Deadpool clarifies. He looks down himself. "Probably left it with her. We just ran out of tape. But I'll get back to it. Unless you'll threaten to take a yardstick to me. Bucket list. You know." Deadpool looks at Brian for help here.

    "Bucket list? Wink wink? I'm winking." Not that it shows. Deadpool points at the eye of his hood for effect, and then throws up his hands, disgusted, and attempts to exit the classroom.

Phoenix has posed:
"You'll want to seek out Herr Wagner for a swashbuckling kind of duel," Jean quips as Wade makes light of a potential duel with Psylocke. "She really tends to end it within moments from drawing the sword."

Crossing her arms, Jean looks to have run out of patience, "we're not your local Office Depot, you know? But if it is life and death situation, I would try the art room, and please...this is a private school, don't come uninvited. We are ever meticulous about certain guidelines and appearances, I'm sure you don't need to be told the risks mutants are facing..."

<<Thank you for stopping by, was he intruding on any students?>> Jean thinks to Brian in the meantime, truly thankful he was there to intervene.

Captain Britain has posed:
Brian smiled, looking prideful. If this guy challenged his little sis, she was born a few minutes after him, to a duel, she'd mop the floor with him. With the board now nice and clean, he walked over, joining Jean and Deadpool, and being a little protective of Jean. It was his natural inclination to protect those around him. "Teaching, here?" Somehow he had trouble believing it. While no telepath, his mind replied, <<I managed to keep him out of any occupied classrooms. We did run across Andrea, I think, the pop star. Might have been a lookalike.>>

Deadpool has posed:
    "No no, it's not life or death anymore, because Brian found me tape!" Deadpool announces from the doorway, and holds the tape dispenser aloft like a treasure. "And it was definitely not a date. Right, Brian?" Deadpool asks, as if reminding him that it's their secret. No, Deadpool does not belong here, in any sense of any terms, visually. Even if there weren't weapons, the costume is an issue. And the behavior. And ALL of Wade, really.

    "Okay, I get it. Meticulous guidelines. Appearances. I can do better, I can fix it." Wade fumbles at his wrist and his gear, and abruptly an image inducer kicks on. He has chosen ... Brad Pitt. In an exact match of what Brian is wearing. Same clothes, to the stitch.

    "Don't talk about mutant-school. First rule of mutant school, to protect mutant-school. Got it." The voice is the same, Deadpool's. But he's moderated things down, smoothed it out. Acting!

Phoenix has posed:
If Jean Grey is amused, she goes to length to hide it, looking with a deadpan expression at Deadpool's antics, before asking cautiously, "is that -our- image inducer? Or is that one of yours...?" She has her suspicions, Deadpool never was a curteous guest ever. Why, given a chance, he just might break Cerebro.

<<I appreciate your help, Brian, not sure if you kept in touch with Betsy, but we've been very busy battling the Shadow King.>> Jean thinks back to Brian. Fun fact about telepaths, you never truly know just how many conversations they are holding at a given moment.

Captain Britain has posed:
"Yes, it was an acrylate polymer emergency, very serious, and often difficult to treat, at least without visiting a shop." And then he got to see himself, or rather, the Brad Pitt version of himself, so shorter, less muscular, much older, but the clothes, Brian even reached out, fixing the scarf, "if you're going to dress like me, then you ought to make it right. And stand up straight." He thought to himself, and Jean, <<Typical American posture.>>

Continuing to think to Jean, <<It was my... pleasure. Always glad to be of service, ma'am,>> which he managed to pronounce closer to 'marm' than something that rhymed with 'ham', in his head. <<No, I hadn't heard that. How may I be of assistance?>>

Deadpool has posed:
"You have image inducers?" Deadpitt asks with obvious interest. He's no longer leaving the room, he's coming back. And spinning the tape dispenser like a gun in his left hand. He lacks a holster to put it in, so he just spins it. He lets Brian 'fix' him, not minding. And did fix posture, for a few seconds.

    "I did not know that. The more you knoooooow," singsongs Bradpool, but he just smiles, doesn't REALLY commit to it. The image inducer hides a great deal of the problems, if one was to be honest, likely. Because looking like a semi-normal person reduces half of the chafe of Deadpool. And the other part is the talking. Since he has no idea about a psychic conversation he talks through and over it.

    "If mine malfunctions I now have a repair facility? So that's awesome. Thank you. You guys ARE the best." It's heartfelt. He 'holsters' the tape dispensor to move his hands into a heart shape at them, smile real. "When can I have my initiation into the group proper?"

Phoenix has posed:
"We do, and no you can't, and maybe in another few years," Jean is being factitious with Wade, but he probably knows it already. Still, she would rather minimize chance encounters he might have with students, because that could lead to freaked out parents, lawsuits, and all sorts of issues Wade doesn't give a damn about, but the Headmistress of the school certainly does.

To Brian, she replies, <<you should probably have words with Betsy, I'm not well familiar with your abilities, but we need more like her. Psionics, telepaths, the burnt of this fight is in the Astral Plane.>>

Captain Britain has posed:
<<Ah, I see. I, I am not a telepath. Betsy and I are, were, I'm not really certain at this stage, but we were born as fraternal twins. Two eggs, two spem. She's a mutant, but I am not.>> He thought to Jean, while listening to the talk of image inducers. If he actually got the chance to look at the device, he'd be interested, but just seeing one in action wasn't that odd. It was, but Brian was more interested in reverse engineering one, rather than watching the display. "So, you have your tape. Those presents won't wrap themselves. Unless of course you have self-wraping presents." And Jean immediately got a wave of schematics as Brian thought about how he would make a self-wrapping present machine.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Patience. Okay." Deadpitt can work with that, Jean.

    "That would take ALL of the fun out of it, which involves a lot of swearing and re-wrapping and forgetting what things are," Bradpool quips back to Brian, and, given the new distraction, turns and trots out of the classroom. "Bye! Don't worry, Jubilee will watch over me!" he calls to them, as if well aware that he needed a supervisor. If nobody jumps him he'll head off.