648/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	28 May 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Beast

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Deadzone has posed:
If Hank is down in his lab, then chances are that he's forgotten to eat. Either that or is surviving on twinkies. She's used to this. It's his habit, and she has come to find it rather adorable and gives her a chance to take care of him.

Coming into the lab, she has a tray with her with tonight's dinner. Steak from the bbq, baked potato with the works, corn on the cob, and a plate of homemade cakes that are her attempt at making twinkies. She knows they won't be quite right, but that isn't the point of them.

She knows the smell will likely get his attention sooner or later and so watches him as he works, leaning on the counter. After a while though, she smirks as he still hasn't noticed. "Hank, the mansion's on fire," she says in a matter-of-fact tone, seeing if he'll notice.

Beast has posed:
Well... For all that work Hank's not there. or at least she doesn't see him. His Lab is empty, apparently, if biological life.. Unless you count the big blue feet sticking out of a panel in a large machined. From there he couldn't smell the food, and there ARE a bunch of empty twinkie wrappers strwen around the floor near his feet...

When She calls out that the mansion is on fire there is a loud CLANK rom inside the machine.. and cursing... The blue scientist rolls out of the spaced, rubbing his forehead and grumbling. "It better well be on fire.." he gripes, setting aside a spanner. "But I do not smell fire... So... Ooooh, is that for me?"

Deadzone has posed:
While maybe not as fun as her favourite game of Fur/No Fur, watching as Hank starts fumbling in the machine and swearing causes Tatum to smile. She stays where she is, smirking at him when it comes out.

"No, it's for me. I just brought it down here to eat it in front of you to torture you," she teases and then rolls her eyes with a grin. "Of course it's for you. Who else would it be for? I mean, I could start bring meals to other people around the mansion, but they might question my motives."

Beast has posed:
Hank pushes up his goggles onto his forehead and rubs at the place he knocked himself against the machine, rolling his eyes. "You bring food for /me/ and I /still/ question your motives.." he points out and slowly gets up.. and rubs his but where he had been sitting for a long while. "And I wouldn;t put it past you to torture me by eating food in front of me as I whither away." he says as he lopes over and sits on the stool at his workbench, wiping his paws on a rag. "I take it I missed dinner again, huh.."

Deadzone has posed:
Standing up again, Tate stretches. "True, but then again, you know where I'll be sleeping tonight, so your questioning my motives is more an issue with the fact that you still don't believe how amazingly lucky you are to have me as a girlfriend." She gives him a wink along with a playful smile as she takes this moment to blow her own horn.

"Yep, you missed dinner again." Tate pulls up a stool to sit nearby, not close enough to affect the furry blue scientist. "You wouldn't have liked it tonight anyway. It was vegetarian night. So, I made this special. Logan was all grumpy about it and says that you're getting preferential treatment from the Home Ec department."

Beast has posed:
Hank smirks a little and looks dwn at teh plate of goodies and licks his lips. "Well, I /hope/ I am getting preferential treatment from the Home Ec Department. I mean, like you said, I know where the home ec teacher sleeps.. and how she likes her back scratched." he points out, picking up a fork and knife with a REGULAR hands, the change barley noticed now he has become rather sued to it with her presence.

"So, how was /your/ day?" he asks as he cuts into the steak, slowly. "I mean besides making your favourite science teacher dinner."

Deadzone has posed:
Tate thinks about the last couple of days. "Well, I was hoping to find Scott, Jean or Chuck. Met a guy yesterday who claims to be from our future. I think I recognize him from my world, but it's before I ran off to space. He says he's here to stop the thing that happened on my world while I was galavanting among the stars. He knows about the X-Men. And if he's telling the truth about being here to stop.... Is this a situation where I shouldn't say things because it might change this world?"

"Oh, and I met up with the Hulk and Cain Marko. Marko actually isn't as much of a dick in this world, though seems still equally obsessed with my underwear."

Beast has posed:
Hank stops, the first bite of steak only inches from his mouth, and stares at her a long moment. "You met Cain Marko AND the Hulk. As in... The muerderous JUGGERNAUT and THE HULK. Not Bruce Banner, THE HULK." he says and he slowly sets down his fork. "Are you /mad/. FOrgive me he but what possessed you to meet two of the most dangerous men on /earth/. Hulk I can SORT of understand. Bruce is a genius and The Hulk is not known for attacking innocents but.. /MARKO/?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tate was sort of expecting this reaction and so she starts to explain quickly "Okay, first off, your Hulk here is different. He's grey, not green and calls himself Joe Fixit. He's got the body of the Hulk, but he can talk and seems in control of the whole Grrr Argh thing. Says he still turns into the green guy if you get him too mad though. He and Marko were at an underground fight club in M-Town."

She reaches out her hand and rests it on Hank's, giving it a squeeze to reassure him. "I felt what I thought were tremors, so I went to investigate. Turns out, they were working together, Hulk... well, Fixit faked losing so he and Marko could split the bigger winnings. I was trying to see if Banner was alright. He was grey. I wasn`t used to that. Marko saw me, started hitting on me and I... kinda lost my temper."

Tate lifts her shoulders in a sheepish shrug. "It nearly turned into a fight, but then things just got kinda... the three of us ended up talking and having a couple of beers. Like I said, Marko turns out to not be suprisingly not such a bad guy."

Beast has posed:
Hank ois and leans back on his stool, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter of Hulks are different or not.. Talking or Not. Hulks are Hulks. As for Marko... " he sighs an runs his regular fingers through his regular hair and shakes his head. "I just worry about you, Tatum. You ability does not mean you can't be hurt by people with powers. Just tat if they are clsoe enough they cant USE them. Banner... well.. I wouldn't worry about him but marko is a dangerous man WITHOUT his abilities... I'm not even sure your nullification would WORK on him..." HE then blinks. "Beers?"

Deadzone has posed:
Leaning her chin on her hand, her elbow on the counter, Tatum smiles at Hank. "I was friends with Banner on my world. He ... he was the one, after I told you guys all where you could stuff your 'violence isn't the answer', that got me seeing what killing people was doing to me. I know he's not the same here, but I was worried about him all the same. And on my world, I could turn Hulk into Banner, so I thought I would try."

The talk about not knowing if her power works on the Juggernaut gets another sheepish look, large puppy dog eyes batted at Hank to try and make him not so mad at what she was about to say. "Actually, turns out that this world's version of Marko isn't as affected. In fact.... it kinda makes him angrier." She looks away then and scratches at the back of her neck, waiting for the inevitable.

Beast has posed:
Hank ignores anything and everything that has to do withBanner at this moment.. He's not the greater threat here. His face is going a wee bit red as he contemplates her OTHER drinking partner and clenches his eyes shut.

"tatum.. My darling... my loveley..." he says, very calmly.. VERY controlled. "You know.. it would hearten me if there was some sort of, oh I do not know, some sort of world wide network that could be available to anyone wishing to read it that would give information on the people and places and events that exist on this ball of rock we call Earth... Oh wait... We do. We have /The Internet/. /We/ have our OWN database... have you even /looked/ at them?" he asks.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate frowns then at Hank as he starts ranting at her. Okay, it's justified, but still. "Hey! I walked in there thinking there was some sort of disaster going on. New York doesn't get earthquakes. And I texted Scott and let him know. I even got the fight on film." She crosses her arms over her chest. "And I was going to ignore Marko if he hadn't started talking about my bra! Listen! I know that it wasn't the smartest move of mine. I know that Juggernaut is extremely dangerous. More so on this world, because I can't shut him down here. But it all turned out for the best. He's not such a bad guy and even let me know how to get a hold of him again." She is still frowning, looking away from Hank as she sulks. "And yes! I've looked at the database!"

Beast has posed:
Hank has never been the over protective boyfriend before.. This is all new to him.. He has it down to a tee, though. Especially when...

"Bra? wait wait wait.. Why would Marko be talking about your /bra/?" he asks, confused and even MORE worked up now.. Somehow his deep baritonehas RISEN an entire octave too.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. She's knows how Hank can put the weight of the world on his shoulders and therefore blame himself for everything that goes wrong, but still. She's a big girl, able to handle herself. She tries to calm down, but is starting to lose her temper.

"Because he's a mysoginistic ass who thought I was a fight club groupie. He was wanting me to go all oooh ahhh and ask him to take me to his place most likely. Like I said, I'm used to that. His version on my world did it too. But in his case it was to get under my skin."

She pushes off away from the counter, getting off the stool. "What?! You think that guys aren't going to hit on me anymore because I'm dating you? That I have this aura of unavailability that all men are going to instantly recognize?

Beast has posed:
Hank whoa whoa whoa WHOAS and brings his hands up, trying to stave off the counter-attack. This is his first real argument with someone who could most definately be called his girlfriend and he is NOT having this 'thrown back in his face' stiff happening. "This has nothing to do with guys hitting on you. Did I say it had anything to with somone hitting on you? OH My GOD HE ASKED YOU TO HIs PLACE?!?!?" he asks and stands up, hands thrown high. He starts walking around in a circle. "I SWEAR.. WHEn I FIND HIM I Am GOING TO WELD HIm INTO HIS AROUR AND FILL It WITH HONEY AND FIREANTS!!!" Gnar Gnar Gnar!

Deadzone has posed:
Tate throws her own hands up in the air, then runs her hands through her hair where she balls them in fists for a moment. "No Hank, he didn't ask me to his place. He thought I was a groupie and was expecting that *I* was going to be the one doing the asking. Hence his asking me if I wanted him to sign my bra. It's what guys like that do to show groupies that they like what they see. He was hoping I would trip all over myself trying to get at him because he won the fight. Only, in case you hadn't noticed, it's not muscles I'm into. Frankly, unless a guy can make a Higgs-Bozon sound sexy, I`m not bloody interested!`

Beast has posed:
Hank stands there as she tghrows her hands up.. as she points at him.. as she stands RIGHT in feront of him and explains HOW THe WORLD OUTSIDE OF SCIENCE WORKS. With every rise of her voice, with every punctuated word and point of a finger, he slowly hunches.. and hunches.. until he is actually looking up at here, eyes wide..

"Is it the wrong time, right now, to say just how truly aroused I am?" he asks, ever so slowly.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate suddenly stops, her mouth open as she suddenly forgets what she was about to say. Her finger is still pointing at him, stunned into immobility. It's like he just broke her brain. She just deflates then and starts to smile, her hand reaching to caress his cheek. "You really think I would have any interest in a guy like him? He can barely spell his own name."

Lips press against his, the fight already over. "You know, I hear the kissing and making up part is the best part of having a fight," she purrs softly in his ear.

Beast has posed:
Hank wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, the relief on his face more than evident.. as well as his embarrasement. "I never said I thought you would have interest in someone like Marko..." he tells her, then has the rest of that sentence stolen as she kisses him.

When He is allowed to breath once more he looks a bit dazed.. and happy... and still confused. But thats okay. Because thats Hank for you. "I've heard the same thing.. I've also heard that there are other post-argument activities that are even /more/ fun." he says... flushing.