6406/Throwing things is bad

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Throwing things is bad
Date of Scene: 08 February 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Cannonball, Cyclops, Deadpool




Rogue has posed:
Rogue had been working on the blackbird all night, well at least until around 3am. Then she slept inside of it, woke up and went to the locker rooms to refresh and come back to keep on doing her thing...

You see, Evil Bobby did a number on the starboard engine and it was darn near about ready to explode by the time the X-Men got back home. Rogue had even deactivated it on final approach, without mentioning it to anyone. Scott had been in the back... so he hadn't noticed.

Now? Now Rogue has her green/gold suit on... sort've anyway. Its unzipped and bunched up around her waist, but don't worry, she has a dark green tshirt on, and there are several airplane tools sticking out of the leather belt that her suit is bunched up around.

She's standing beside the exposed, removed, detached, JR-75 Turboject Engine, that she had to pull completely OUT Of the Blackbird's starboard housing and mount it on a rack specifically for this kind of repair.

The Engine is a modified Pratt and Whitney model... its much larger than the version its based on though. She's got it all shined up and is doing finishing touches on priming it, preparing for it to be reinstalled.

There's music playing inside the hangar, coming from her phone sitting on the bench behind her. Its classic rock. Because of course. 'Don't Fear the Reaper' to be specific.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the area. The young man is coming down to see if there is anything needed for him to do today down here. He hears the music and heads towards it "Whats up?"

Cyclops has posed:
    "Blue Oyster Cult." Scott says to himself as he starts to enter the hanger a few steps behind Sam, his arms lift and cross before his chest as he stands and spreads his legs apart, "Good to have you both here together." Scott says, his voice is not a pleasant tone at this time. Harsh, sharp and cold. Like the weather out there.

    He jumps into his tirade without giving either mutant a chance to speak. "Could either of you tell me the purpose of the x-men?"

Deadpool has posed:
Also Deadpool.

He's just there. Red and black, leather, mouth. Yep. It's better to not bother asking or wondering; the mercenary just shows up now and then.

The mercenary was peeking into the cockpit, but came out and around. Standing off to the left of the side of the blackbird now stands a Deadpool, stirring a yummy little yogurt with a spoon. He IS actually eating it; his mask is scrunched up across his nose bridge to expose the horror show of his chin and neck in front. He strolls around the ship as if he belonged here and this was absolutely normal, towards the voice of Scott.

"Ooh, I know! I know," Deadpool says from the background, bouncing on his heels a little bit, one hand jerked high into the air. He continues to do an eager pee-dance, waiting to be called on.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is continuing to fasten the last bits back into place on the jet engine, just as Forge had shown her how to do before he got called away to the Danger Room... that thing... always needed work.

When Sam enters, Rogue looks up over the engine manifold and she grins at him, she's got grease smeared across her nose and cheeks likely from where she's touched her own face through the course of the work. she doesn't have any gloves on her hands and arms, so she's a little more dangerous than usual.

"Just finishin' up here, Sam'o." She says to him before Scott strides in, proposes that question and then... She peers at him, but Deadpool makes her look over into his yogurt eating direction. "Is that my yogurt?" She asks him. She had had it brought down with her lunch, sitting on a table a few paces away from where they are now.

But her eyes return to Scott. "The X-Men are for helpin' people, mainly mutants. Right?" She asks him. "Ya hit your head on somethin', SugahScott?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "Saving folks, and trying to show people that we are trying to help them, to hopefully promote good will to normal folks from Mutants.

Cyclops has posed:
    "Congratulations, you both aren't immediately demoted." Scott says, with a look from the two x-men to Deadpool, and he rolls his eyes behind his glasses. God just what he needs right now. Some immortal merc spouting off nonsense in front of the younger x-men.

    "We're supposed to help people. We aren't supposed to create collateral damage." Scott says, choosing to ignore Deadpool. Something he will in fact regret, he knows in his heart of hearts.

Deadpool has posed:
Grumpy about not being called on to answer, he drops his hand and mopes. But then Rogue engages him!

Deadpool pauses. Stares at Rogue. He clearly considers spitting up what's in his mouth into the yogurt container, but decided against doing it. "Noooooooooo," he says, in a way that suggests he's outright lying about if it's her yogurt. Truth being that he actually isn't sure. It might be. Some things are hard to keep track of. His is strawberry. Maybe hers wasn't.

Deadpool goes over to peek into Rogue's lunch to see if it is lacking yogurt. "I was really wrong," Deadpool sighs, stage-whispering. "About the mission of the X-Men. But not about the yogurt! Yours is here still. Pssst ....Can I have it?" he asks Rogue cheerfully. The emptied container of his own gets thrown into the trash, spoon licked in a somewhat excessive manner.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stands up from the stool she was sitting on and she moves over to the toolchest while Sam and Scott speak. She glances to Sam and then back to Scott. "You wake up on the wrong side'a Jean's bed today?" She teases him, no one really knows what Jean and Scott's relationship entails, but they're the Ross and Rachel of this group... so the teasing is there, and ever present.

A metal clanking is heard as she drops the tool back into its proper place where she knows Forge likes his stuff to be, all sorted and organized! She then turns to look at Scott fully. "Is this about the tanker truck?" She asks, southern accent making her sound completely innocent of crimes herself. "First off..." She points a greasy ungloved finger at Sam. "It was his idea." She statse, then she points up at her chin, also smudged. "Second off. I waited for that dragon t'be clear'a the bridge before I threw it at him."

THEN... she walks over to Deadpool hovering around her lunch and she snags HER yogurt from him. Apparently not willing to let him have it. She then reaches a bare (and dangerous) hand toward his exposed mouth and chin, wiggling her fingers... likely trying to freak him out because well... its Rogue and her hand is naked.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises looking at the man, and says "Um, Ah said saving folks. And we were not doing colateral damage. We were preventing further damage and saving people. If your talking about the tanker it was to keep the dragon from destroying the bridge, which could have killed people and would have been a larger amount of damage done. Ah will admit it did not go as presisely as Ah had hoped. Ah wanted to get the dragon farther from the bridge and had hoped to have you blast the tanker when it was close to the dragon to help airiate the fuel so when we lit it, would do more damage to the dragon. Ah thought ya were pissed, Ah made a call in the field."

Cyclops has posed:
    "You made a call and assumptions in the field at the same time. That's not how things work. We were linked telepathically, it's easy to communicate. That's what makes a great team you two. Now, as a show of good faith, we have to refund Roxxon Oil for a tanker, damages and reemburse the stations that gas was going to. We have to avoid more of a PR nightmare. But that's not for either of you to suffer through."

    Scott looks to Rogue and Deadpool, making it awkwardly silent as she seems more focused on being goofy than an X-man, "You both have locker room cleaning duty for a week, as well as meeting with Jean or another of our telepaths for telecommunication classes before you can run a mission again." Scott says with a snap to his words and tone. He's pissed and upset, but he doesn't linger and turns to start to leave the hanger.

Deadpool has posed:
"IEEEEEE!!" Deadpool overreacts to grabby-hand at his jaw, fitting a good six 'E's into the scream, hopping away, towards Scott, as if there might be backup there. He was about to do more extreme behavior to show how terrified he is, but then his head whips towards Sam. He draws his mask down over his chin smoothly; back in business.

Deadpool waggles the spoon at Sam in dismay. "There was a /dragon/? I missed a dragon? Fighting a dragon again is on my to-do list. Even more reason I need to be a part of this. Also, I feel like ah need to southern up in he'ah but .... Shit, accents are kind of annoying to type out," Deadpool chatters, probably ignored as usual when he gets really nonsensical.

"Locker room duty. Ewwwwww," Deadpool says helpfully, shaking his head at them in disappointment, and starts to follow Scott. "Kids, huh? Crazy," adds the crazy person to Scott's back, in deep dismay.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue happily watches the crazy Deadpool make a retreat from where she was, and she snatches her yogurt back before he can get too far away. She turns then, while Sam and Scott both talk and she opens up the yogurt, then dips her spoon from the table into it. Her eyes look up to Scott then and she just stares flatly at him.

"If thats what ya wanna do." She says to him then, giving a glance to Sam. "We thought we did the right thing. I'll stand by that. But sure, yeah... maybe it was reckless. Then again, that dragon didn't take down that bridge loaded with thousands of cars. If... the OIl Barons of the middle east wanna worry about their endless Scrooge McDuck money supplies, well..." She glances down at her snack food. "I got two million dollars in a briefcase up in my room. You can use that to pay those greedy bastards back." She has what? Where?

With a spoonful of yogurt raised up to her lips, Rogue places it within her mouth and her green eyes go back to Deadpool. She slides the spoon out from between her red lips, having cleaned it clear. A second later she says to him in a saucey way. "Stick t'what ya know, Slim Shadey. Leave the southern charm t'me..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will raise a brow to the man, and says "So, are you saying we should have let the dragon pull the bridge down and let the tanker and everything go into the drink so not only is the property damaged, but more damage to the enviroment?" He will frown, and maybe it shows Sam is used to leading a team even if it is the newer team. Also, Ah will admit Ah may need to work on having a telepath to help with communications, but we should be able to communicate and work as a team without it as well. We have a large supply currently, but there is not one there all the time. Your the boss, and if you say we are to take the class and the punishment fine sir., but ah support my desicion in the field as the right one.

Cyclops has posed:
    Scott takes the moment to catch his breath and breathe, twice, before he turns around to face Sam, "You can stand by the decision all you wish, does not make you right. I took down the dragon, and you didn't even try to lead the thing away from people before you had Rogue throw a semi full of gas, for you to use as a bomb. On top of this, you fail to see how this is a bad idea, nor do you care this is a costly decision, not just financially, but socially. We're trying to help mutants get into the best light possible, but at this point, some people can blame the X-men for the lack of fuel at their local station."

    Scott takes another breath and waits this time, waits for the next comment Sam or Rogue, or even Deadpool could tack onto the conversation. The conversation that wasn't supposed to be a conversation, it was supposed to be a reprimand, but it's become something much worse.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool stops fiddling around and seems to actually listen to all of it. From Scott's side, where it's safe and it's not aimed at him. "That was a pretty good 'come to jesus'," Deadpool compliments quietly. He fishes in his pockets, finding his phone. It has rainbow and cheery stickers on it; namely a Lisa Frank dolphin, and some phone charms. He really does appear to be taking notes. Maybe. On something. Whether it's relevant or not, remains to be seen, but he doesn't insert any new insanity right away.

Well, a tiny bit. "You guys really do care." Deadpool pats over his heart with his free hand. "Heroes are /charming/ and inspiring." No sarcasm is in the tone.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sets her half eaten yogurt cup down on the table that her food was on inside a canvas bag. She then walks back to the toolchest where she reaches for a hand towel that she wipes her hands off with while she slowly nods her head to the words spoken 'at' them.

"I'm not gonna lie." She says then, her eyes looking up to Scott. "I held back. I wanted t'focus on the cars stuck on the bridge, even after that dragaon unexpectedly showed up. Its what you told me'n Pix to focus on. She averted toward helping stop the beast though, where I didn't so much. Aside from listenin' t'Sam's idea and throwing that truck at the thing."

With a heavy exhale she tosses the towel back down and moves toward the engine. Its huge. She picks it up off of its housing like it weighs nothing and she starts to walk toward the starboard side of the Blackbird where its engine port is open and empty.

"Next time? I'll not hold back." She says as she walks with the huge silvery turbojet. "I don't need no damn gasoline truck t'smash shit t'piece anyway." The massive engine is hefted up into its place on the metalic 'arms' that will retract it back into the Blackbird's hull.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will stop and looks to Scott. "No, you damaged the dragon, you did not take it down it was still trying to bring the bridge down. Ah understand you could not see that as you were dealiong with Clobby. " He will look at Scott, and keeps his mouth shut not thinking the other man is going to listen and adds "I will start the clean duty today.

Cyclops has posed:
    Scott has nothing else to add and frowns sharply and nods before turning back towards the Hanger entrance and start to walk. "With me Wade. We need to talk." The man in the red glasses says as he walks away from the two younger mutants.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Oooh, special private time? Sure!" Wade says brightly. He finger-waves to the others, and comes along behind Scott, with far too much cheerfulness for what likely will be in store for him. Might be his own personal talking-to!

"I'm ready to be inspired even more....."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't seem really mad or put-off, she has achieved a lot of self confidence in her time away from the X-Men. She did a lot... and she believes in herself, and her abilities, more than ever before.

As she uses her bare hands to tighten the turbojet into place, she glances over to the other three. She offers a nod to Samuel, and then watches Scott walk off with Crazy Pants.

Her eyes turn back to her work and she depresses the proper switches at the same time, causing the engine to be pulled back up inside of its place within the Blackbird's body, then she ducks out from underneath the doors as they go to close up and over the repaired machine.

Rogue's thigh-high tall yellow boots lead her toward the plane's rear boarding ramp, as she's headed up inside now to perform the internal tests on the thing's status. Locker room work? Psssh... She's got better things to focus on!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will kick something once the boss has left the room. He will be running the fihgt through his head for the rest of the day, but he does head to the lockerrom to clean it. He gets it spotless, and is down there a while.