66/Snooooopin Around

Snooooopin Around
Date of Scene:	18 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Polaris, Deadzone, Beast

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Rogue has posed:
Rogue is coming inside from the garage. She has two rolled-up carpets, one on either shoulder, and her aviator sunglasses on. She's strutting down the hallway with a bounce in her step and she's announcing to other students in the halls. "Move it or lose it, sugahs." She says in a firm and confident tone of voice, and most of them do indeed 'move it' out of fear of 'losing it', afteralll... they all knew what Rogue was capable of.

Once in the foyer, Rogue would set the carpets down on the main staircase and lean them up against the bannister. "Okay! I brought them in!" She shouted back toward the west wing hallway... but there was no sign of Storm aanywhere. Rogue frowned and plopped down on the staircase next to the rolled up rugs. "Figures..."

Polaris has posed:
Trotting down the stair case, Lorna is rolling up the sleeves on her button up blouse as she goes. The green haired instructor avoiding the odd student on the stairs with out so much as a glance as she goes. Nearing the bottom she skirts Rogue and looks from the girl to the carpets. "Tell me you don't mean to slide down the stairs on those." She says dryly, assuming the worst from young person meets carpets meets stairs.

Deadzone has posed:
Hearing the yelling from the music room, Tatum stops playing the cello and comes into the main foyer. She chuckles when she sees Rogue with a pair of rugs. "Do I dare ask what those are for?" she says. Tate is wearing an awfully colorful ensemble, not very goth of her, but when you have to borrow clothes from the other students, you take what you can get.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked up to Lorna first and saw the green haired teacher standing there which made her show a big smile up at her and she adjusted the aviators over her eyes. "That... is a -awesome- idea!" She said and then shook her head. "But nah... I can't. I don't wanna get yelled at any more than I already have t'day."

With a heavy sigh at Tater's arrival and questions, Rogue averted her eyes to the reality-traveller who apparently knew all of them in an alternate existence. "I was smokin' in my room an' I knocked the ash tray ove'ah and it burned the carpet about the size'a my fist before I managed t'get it put out... So... yeah, I screwwed up."

She huffed out another sigh. "THEN, I ran out of my room t'go get someone to help me figure out what to do with the old rug, an' I ended up plowin' inta a couple'a othe'ah students an' one'a them had a big glass a grapejuice an' it, well, ruined anothe'ah rug."

She reached over and slid her right gloved hand over the two she had rolled up beside her. "So I went out with one'a the faculty t'buy some new ones. An', I gotta do chores'n such t'pay them off... Cause I'm 'bad', I guess. I don't know."

Polaris has posed:
"Sounds like you've had a klutzy day. Shouldn't have been smoking in your room maybe, but I'm just a teacher, I'm not your mother or your babysitter. So you got extra chores, smoke outside next time." Polaris advises and glances at Tate curiously. She folds her arms, leaning on the bannister decidedly not helpful as she looks between both women easily. "If you want the text book example on bad, you'll want to take a look at the Brotherhood. Granted they're a mixed bag of reasons and motivation, but they still do some stupid, destructive shit."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum isn't a teacher yet, and so she leans over to Rogue. "I'll show you ways to get around that, so it doesn't happen again," she offers with a wink. She reaches into one of the pockets of the cargo pants she is wearing and pulls out a lollipop, unwrapping it and popping it in her mouth. "Yeah, yer bad. Bad to the bone, babe. And we love ya for it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked back up to Polaris and nodded her head once. "Yeh... I know." She said with a sigh. "I was just listenin' to music and studyin' an' I wanted a break t'relax. I need t'figure out how t'open the windows in my room without breakin' the lock. Then I can just hop right out inta the backyard." She frowned then. "And I've had my fair share'a Brothahood shit in my life. So if I screw up, blame them... they corrupted me."

At Taters, Rogue would look and grin. She'd nod her head and adjust her glasses on her nose some. "I do what I can." She said in a flirtatiously sweetened husky voice, a wiggle of her shoulders. After a smile though, she'd flatten the expression on her face. "Oh, sooo... did ya know Greenie here in your... uh, othe'ah reality?" She'd ask Tater then before looking up to Lorna.

"I was sleepin with the Wolverine in the Misses world where she comes from originally!" Rogue announced this, far too happily.

Polaris has posed:
"Well, let's consider keeping that old bastard out of your room in this one until you've graduated." Polaris says dryly and pokes at Rogue's leg with a toe frowing at her. "Brotherhood ain't a cop-out with me. Try harder. If I can live with the big daddy bad and fly straight, you got a sliver of a pillar to hide behind. He's blood after all." She points out and looks at Tatum again, still baffled by the woman with the lollipop. "You and Boom-boom. What is it with lollipops?"

Deadzone has posed:
Taking a deep breath at the mention of the Brotherhood, Tatum nods her head. "Yeah, Illyana's brother was on of them. Nice girl, but her brother was a bit of an ass." She chuckles at the mention of the Brotherhood corrupting, covering her smile with a fist.

She looks over at Polaris and wrinkles her nose with a shake of her head. "I don't think I ever saw her around the mansion. It's a little weird. I keep seeing so many differences. Like, Hank. Apparently he doesn't like herbal tea here."

She laughs again at the glee Rogue seems to have about bedding Logan. "So, I take it a lot of girls here fancy him or something? Hey... I know where he keeps his liqour stash!"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would reach out to pat her gloved hand on Polari's leg. "There there..." She said to her. "I think you're great, even if you had a bad dad." Rogue wasn't exactly sure who her father was, but she'd learned enough to takea pretty good guess that it was Eric Lesh--lurbner.. (she couldn't remember his last name). "And nah, I won't use the Brothahood as a cop-out. But if Mystique comes by any time soon, an' starts gettin' all up in my face about me bein' her Daughtah... I'm gonna punch it off."

Truth be told, Mystique had been following Rogue while she was homeless the whole time... or rather, been paying others to follow her and keep her safe, without Rogue even knowing it. Such as one time, she won a 'free tacos for life' at a taco stand in Manhattan just by walking past the taco stand, Rogue thought it was the best day ever... but in actuality, Mystique had paid the vendor to do it.

"Liquor!" Rogue said, looking back over to Tatum. "I want liquor..." She said in a very deep and serious voice. "I need it afte'ah t'day... I thought I was gonna burn the whole place down... an' that ya'll were gonna kill me."

Polaris has posed:
"One, if you're going to drink, try not to plot out your boozing infront of a teacher, please. Two, if Mystique comes around we'll just toss her rank ass out." Polaris shrgus, none too keen on Erik's infamous left hand woman-or man-sometimes. "You don't have to worry so much here." She offers to Rogue, looking at Tatum as well to include her. "You might get extra chores, but no one gets hit or kicked out here, certainly not killed over some carpets." She leans into the banister and rubs her nose.

Deadzone has posed:
Arching a brow at the mention of the big daddy of the Brotherhood being blood, Tatum looks over Polaris more closely. "That would explain why you look familiar. So... he has kids in this reality? Neat. Back home, he ... well... he and Colossus... were kinda... close." Awkward!

Popping the lollipop out of her mouth, she shrugs her shoulders. "I'm genetically engineered to be addicted to sugar, so that's my excuse. Boom Boom? Who knows."

Looking over to Rogue, Tatum simply shakes her head. "Oh no you don't. Back home, you're my age. I ain't getting someone underaged drunk. Chuck would turn my brain to swiss cheese and have me drooling in the basement."

Tate smiles over to Polaris and dips her head in a bow. "No worries. I don't want to be the one drinking Logan's hooch. He'd smell me all over his office and hunt me down."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue seemed amused at the thought of throwing Mystique out. "Now I kidna want her to show up, just t'watch that part happen..." She said before sighing at the sheer joy of the thought.

At the mention of Erik and Colossus being 'close', Rogue's sunglasses came down to the tip of her nose and she looked at Tater and said all serious. "Thats nasty." She then looked between the two of them. "I mean, I don't have a problem with... ya know... but that particular... ya know... Thats just, thats just weird as shit t'me."

She then huffed out when she was told she couldn't have any alcohol. "I drank aaall the time before comin' here. Its weird tryin' t'go back t'bein all... ya know... 'rule followy'".

She sighed again and then stood up. "I guess I'll throw throw these rugs down and then lay on'em. Ya'll eve'ah laid on a new rug? Its like, totally relaxin'."

Polaris has posed:
"I can't say that I am." Polaris consoders and shakes her head. The idea of Colossus and her father makes her shudder. "Ugh, can you imagine, the metal man with someone who controls metal? That's dreadful." She laughs a little and looks at Tatum. "Think the Russian had a say in it? How sad." She chuckles and looks back to Rogue. "It does take adjusting, you can do it, I believe in you."

Deadzone has posed:
Poking Rogue with and elbow, Tate winks. "Could you imagine me goin' up to Mystique and givin' her a big fat kiss? Man, would she be shocked. Then I could step back just enough that you could give her a fist to the kisser."

She nods to the other two women. "I know, right? I mean, hey, it's none of my business who is in your bed, but between the age difference and their power sets being like polar opposites, it just felt... so wrong. Like yeah, what you said," she gestures with her lollipop to Polaris. "You always had to wonder if maybe Piotr.... kinda *had* to." Tate shudders and makes a face. "Illyana actually threatened to leave me in Limbo if I ever brought it up again, but Remy said something about you guys not having an Illyana here. So, was she never born? Or is she just like super young or really old here? Your timeline is so whacked! Everyone here is so young!"

Being one of the few that can touch Rogue, she leans upon the southern belle. "Hey, if I can cope with you all being weird versions of my home world, you can cope with being all rule follow-y. I have faith in ya."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue turned to lean against the two rolled up rugs with one foot on the stair up and the other on the floor of the foyer not far from the big rug in here that she had NOT set on fire (yet). She looked to Lorna and then to Tater and she sighed. "I'll try. Its just hard. I like t'get outta here on the weekends, ya know? And just about every kid my age does drink already anyway, an' I don't have a car, ya know? Once I'm outta the city, I fly whereve'ah I'm goin'. Drunk flyin' is... fun, unless its rainin' or snowin'..."

Rogue would then shake her head at Tater's words. "I don't know no Illyana's... but if I eve'ah do... I'm definitely gonna call'er Sillyana, cause... well, I'm weird like that."

Polaris has posed:
"I gotta admit, the name doesn't jump out at me." Polaris, shakes her head and pushes off the banister. "I got no fixes, if you girls need to vent and good old Charles is "just resting his eyes" I'm happy to talk. All I have is grading and you know, training." She shrugs lightly.

Deadzone has posed:
Flopping down on the rugs to join Rogue, she leans back. "Tell me about it. Lost my car, all my stuff, no clothes of my own other then my leather jacket. I need me a sugar daddy. Hey, Chuckie's rich! WOnder if he wants a sugar baby." The devilish gleam in her smile is enough to assure the others that she is indeed just kidding.

Offering a hand to Polaris. "By the way, I'm Tatum. Tatum O'Neal. Or Deadzone, if you wanna be all call sign-y. Oh! Yeah, and touching me turns off powers, so if you need your powers to live, no touchy."

When Marie comes up with a nickname for Illyana Rasputin, Tatum's eyes grow wide and she shakes her head. "No... I wouldn't do that if I were you. Play nice with the Queen of a hell dimension. Offer her ice cream."

Rogue has posed:
Marie would shake her head side to side at the mention of losing all her stuff. "Thats messed up... I mean, I really don't like the idea of bein' taken away from my reality and sent t'one where everything is different an' weird. I kinda like how things are right now for my life. I don't wanna go t'some place where its all doom an' gloom an' there's metal men dating metal manipulatin' men."

Rogue looked up at Lorna then. "What are you trainin' in? I know how t'fly planes an' breech an hostage situation, or infiltrate a secure compund. Do ya want trainin' in any'a those things?" She smirked, reaching for her cigarettes in her pocket out of habbit.

"Nobody wants trainin' in that crap... and it gives me nightmares almost every gall-damn night..."

Polaris has posed:
"Well, mostly I am training hand to hand, you know, in case I can't metal out at people." Polaris tells Rogue and looks to Tatum. "I'm Lorna Dane, Polaris." She offers back and smiles at her before sitting down. "I mean, hostages and planes, I'm just a teacher." She bats her eyes with an innocent expression.

Deadzone has posed:
"Ah! You don't wanna come to my home world and make Logan's day? Two Marie's! I wouldn't get any sleep. Ever." That devilish grin again to Rogue. They may be several years in age difference, but Rogue is apparently similar enough to her own for Tatum to feel relaxed and at home with her all the same.

"Metal out? So you're like Colossus then?" She then has to snort when Lorna claims she is just a teacher. "Yeah, just a teacher. Like I was. Gotcha."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue slowly nodded her head. "I know hand t'hand kinda combat. I mean, I stole it from someone who knew it. Grapples and tosses kinda thing... But, not many folks wanna grapple with me." She put a cigarette between her lips and put the pack back into her jacket, BUT she didn't light it, just let it sit there.

Anna-Marie would look over to Tater then and she'd grin around the cigarette. "Except Logan. Maybe when he comes back, I'll check inta seein' how flirtin' with an olde'ah man feels." Not that she hasn't already done that in her young life already... But, truly she was just joking around. Her eyes were on Remy here, even if she didn't trust him at all.

Polaris has posed:
"Ew. He's older than my dad, and my dad is ancient." Lorna crinkles her nose and tries not to look apalled at the perspective. She sits on the stairs looking at them both and runs a hand through her hair. "Weird. That's like hitting on the Professor. Just, no. Gnarly." She laughs and crinkles her face.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum shrugs. "I'll grapple with you any time you like, Marie. Not like you're gonna hurt me more then the average joe here. Besides, I have some tricks up my sleeve. My combat training was a little... unorthodox. Pressure points and nerve strikes." She leans back on the rugs, propped up on her elbows. "An older man? Good grief! No one knows how old that guy is, not even him." She points to Lorna as she makes the same point that Tate is herself. "For all we know, he could be Adam of Adam and Eve fame. Mind you, I hit on Charles all the time. Course, he knows I do it just to get under his skin. Besides, I'm a one guy sorta gal, no matter how much I may flirt makes folks think otherwise."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grinned at both of the women she was talking too, they were amusing her beyond simple descriptors!

"I think Logan'd be fun cause, well, that metal runs all the way through his body.. It means he weighs a lot, ya know... means he could do a lotta, ya know... damage. So t'speak." She was talking with a cigarette between her lips that was bouncing up and down as they moved.

"Most guys weigh as much as a feathe'ah t'me, so them... all thrustin' about on me seems kinda pathetic." She reached up, took the cigarette out of her lips and then laughed.

"Not that I have any experience at any'a this. I'm as pure as the driven snow..."

She glanced at Tater and smiled at her. "I'll grapple with you, Musack Teache'ah." She had a unsatiable desire to flirt with everyone. It was one of Anna-Marie's many many many many many many quirks.

Beast has posed:
There is the sound of a door shutting upstairs and a few moments later the familiar gracefully loping form of Hank appears at the top of the stairs, dressed as usual in his 'casual' oxford tweed (complete with elbow patches), peering through his spectacles at a book in hand.. er. paw. The furry and mindnight-blue mutant barely watches where he is going, sidestepping he stairs alltogether to leap onto the railing with his bare feet... and slides down the rail to the main floor without even losing his place in his book. He literaly steps off the end of the rail at the last possible moment, landing in a crouch and rolling.. and is up and walking again just like that... And THEN he turns a page.

Polaris has posed:
"Older than Magneto. Drink that in. Who even knows before then?" Polars shakes her head and retches. "It's all over rated anyway. Romance is for idiots with lives like ours." The green haired woman huffs a little jaded perhaps. (Badum-bum-tsch) She watches Beasts flight and whistles low. "Damn, that's some rail surfing. Rogue, I take it back, I never saw those carpets."

Deadzone has posed:
Two rolled up rugs are on the floor here in the main foyer, with Anne Marie and Tatum lounging on them, both with their own vice sticking out of their lips; one an unlit cigarette and the other a lollipop. Lorna sits on the stares, the green haired teacher speaking with the young women, one a student and the other a guest of the Institution until decisions can be made about the involuntary dimensional hopper.

Upon his landing in the foyer and rolling up, all while taking the obstacle into consideration, Tatum smiles. "Nice work. Now, what's the square root of six seventy six?" Yeah, it's an easy one, but it would flumox her.

"Don't sound so jaded, Lorna. Sometimes romance between folks like us works out pretty damn good. You know, when you aren't suddenly dropped into another version of your world and find yourself suddenly single." She glances briefly to the Science teacher, gives him a brief smile and then looks away.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue rolled onto her side just as the Beastly man himself slid down the stairs and she wolf-whistled at him (which is highly inappropriate for a student to do to a teacher!). "Damn. Ferris Beuller in the house." She sighed then and flopped her head back onto the fancy new rug. "I've neve'ah even seen that movie, how the hell do I know who that is." She groaned.

Her green eyes looked up then at the green haired woman. She flashed her a grin. "I ain't lookin' for romance, sugah." She told the slightly older woman. "I'm lookin' for a nice... shag." She ran her hand up and down the rug she was laying on. "Carpet. A'course. Thats what I meant." She remembered that she was talking to teachers... and then she sighed again.

Beast has posed:
So, acrobaticaly traversing between two different floors didn't get Hank's snout unlodged from his book (something titled 'Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica'). Nor did the rolled up carpets he walks between.. But when his snout quivers, sniffing, he comes to an abupt halt and turns, zeroing in on a SPECIFIC student. and he clears his throat.

"Miss Anne-Marie..I am sure, being as bright and stalwart a student as you are, that you are aware that tobaco products are not allowed indoors, and only at specified locations outdoors, for those of age, well away from the student body." he tells her in his warm fuzzy baritone. "I realize that a certain faculty member, whose name shall not be mentioned, has flaunted that rule on many occasions but I believe we can both agree that we hold you to a higher standard than.. him." Whoever could he be talking about, right?

Then his ears perk up a bit. "Ferris Beuller? Ah, a delightful ciniematic treat detailing the 'post modern' high school sudent of the mid 80's. Wonderful classic." he says.. then looks down at his feet. "Why are the carpets... what in Einstein's name...?" He looks pointedly at the three women, though seems to be pointedly NOT pointedly looking at Tatum (praying that whatever reason the carpets are in their statetheir new.. and slightly infuriating guest is not to blame.) Then stares AGAIN at Rogue.. brow raised. "A nice.. ah... I see.. A very good pun."

Polaris has posed:
"Hello Hank." Polaris offers from her seat on the stair case. "Miss Anne-Marie is being a good soul and moving rugs around. Like all students she's wholly drained and can't brave the stairs at this point so Miss Tatum and her are laying about. How are ya, professor?" She asks lightly and rises to her feet.

Deadzone has posed:
When Anne-Marie wolf whistles at Dr. McCoy, Tatum kicks her in the shin, giving her an angry look. It's not like the kick is going to hurt the other woman, but it is perhaps a little weird of a reaction. "Ororo had to buy new carpets because *someone* burned a hole in one and got grape juice all over another. Seriously, you need to put fire sprinklers in the rooms of those fire types, yanno."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's hands went up to her face and she pulled her Aviator sunglasses off of her forehead and then set them on the staircase. She leaned up onto her elbow and lookwed at Beast as he went all mouthy-wordy-talky at her and she showed him a smile simply in return. "You got it, Captain!" She said and lifted her right gloved hand up to her forehead to give him a sharp salute. "Mah tabacky'll stay outside. I promise. Definitely..." She flopped back down and muttered. "Afte'ah today..."

Rogue would look up at Lorna when she spoke, then say "Ow!" when she was kicked, even though it did not hurt... it was just a natural reaction to being kicked!

"Oh right... he's the boyfriend right?" She asked Tater, in a loud whisper. "An' ya'll get on me for thinkin Logan'd be a good shag!" More loud whispering. Not very subtle, Miss Marie.

Beast has posed:
Beast turns his blue catslit eyes to Polaris and smiles. "And a good evening to you, Lorna." he says with a nod of his head. "And, pray-tell, since you are apparently supervising this endevour can you tell me /why/ our intrepid layabouts neededto be moving the carpets in the first place?" he asks... And yes, he is (again) POINTEDLY not paying attention to wolf whistles or innuendoes..

And then turns to Rogue and Tatum, raising that curious shaggy brow again. "Burned?" he asks, eyes ravelling from one girl, then the other.. "Grape Juice? WHo would that someone be..." Then he coughs as Rogue says.. well.. what she says. "I think.. that will be enough of /that/." he says, his voice geting softer, but going down an octave.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum groans as Marie just loudly tells the whole foyer that the identity of the boyfriend that she's been not saying to anyone. She rests her face in her palm and shakes her head. "I never said that my boyfriend was Hank. I just... don't think you should be wolf whistling at the teachers" says the woman who only just admitted to flirting with Charles Xavier for the shits and giggles.

Polaris has posed:
"Well then." Lorna blinks and looks from the girls to Hank. "Look, someone more responsible has come along, I feel the Earth calling, I think I will go meditate a while and leave them both you your care." She smiles at Beast, retreating back up the stairs slowly with a lazy smile.

Rogue has posed:
With the ball of yarn quickly unraveling, now that a really reputable teacher has arrived in all this private school's glory, Rogue moves to get up and she exhales all dramatically. "Would ya look at the time... I bette'ah get back to hittin' them books!" She says and looks around, stretching her arms out wide on either side and yawning.

Rogue's head nodded several times. "Yep. One'a those days.... ya feel me?" She asked everyone still present, a fleeing Lorna included. "Carpet fires an' spilled grape juice... An' here I am, donatin' my time t'help install new rugs."

"Easte'ah may be ove'ah, but Zombie Jesus had no idea that two thousand years late'ah, a gal this nice... as nice as ME... would be livin' on this rock floatin' in space." Rogue bent down to pick up the rug she'd been laying on. "Miss Tater. If you wanna lay on that one longe'ah thats fine by me, I mean... I had no idea that Hank here wasn't your boytoy from another 'verse, I just made an assumption cause you been hidin' it, and the curiosity is makin' my whole body itch with desire-y fire t'know who... but if it ain't Hanky Panky, then it must be... I don't know... I'll keep thinkin' on it."

She's a motor-mouth.

The rug was lifted up and she went for the steps, grabbing her sunglasses before they got crushed!

Beast has posed:
Beast shifts on his large feet, looking anywhere BUT at Tatum , or the others for that matter. though does shoot a quickl 'Save me!' look at his fellow teacher..

He /TOTALLY/ unobstrusively tugs at his collar as Rogue starts to push the boundarys even more than she has.. "I think... " he finally says, "That we should keep in mind that whate,ver Ms Tatum says, watever her world is like.. it is /not/ this world. And that we should be careful drawing any comparisons lest unsubatantiated gossip begins making rounds rounds, unduly.." he then coughs and his eyes bulge a bit when He is called 'Hanky Panky' and his voice gets ANOTHER octave lower... And he may be blushing.. Though his voice has gone a wee bit monotone. "Miss Anne-marie. I believe I said that was /enough/."

That is NOT a Happy Henry voice. In fact, few students have probably ever HEARD that tone from him.

Deadzone has posed:
Rising to her feet, Tatum crosses her arms over her chest and crunches on the last of the lollipop in her mouth. She is also avoiding looking at Hank, thrumming her fingers on her arm.

When Beast's voice gets low enough that it is dangerously close to a growl, the goth girl that is wearing all manner of random clothes borrowed from other students and teachers, shakes her head to Anne-Marie, giving her a warning without saying a word.

Polaris has posed:
"Hank, I love you like a brother, but these two ought to be kept on opposite sides of the mansion." Lorna shakes her head, retreating as Rogue gets to her feet to take the carpets back up. "I need to reflect on the energy of the planet. Very important, you see, daily ritual." She dithers and backtracks up the stairs still.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue winced when she heard that angry voice come from the big bad teacher. She was trying to be punny, but it hadn't gone over well. So with rug over left shoulder, Anna-Marie looked back at him and she nodded her head once at him. "I hear ya, I hear ya... I'll stop it." She said back at him. "I'm sorry, Mistah... Its just.. hard." She pointed up at her own head, her two-toned hair was all loose and concealing most of her face with its thick strands.

"I got all kindsa voices up here, they're all shoutin' at me t'say stuff an' do things." She did the little finger-circle-thing that people do when they're miming a crazy-person. "Its been bette'ah since I got here, but I still..." She exhaled and started up the stairs.

"Its hard t'make'em all shutup." She finally said, heading eastward at the top of the main staircase, rug still toted over her shoulder.

Beast has posed:
Beast doesn't take his eyes from the two girls, but the nod he gives is definately directed at Polaris. "I will keep that in mind. Now have an enjoyable synergistic evening with your 'meditations', Lorna. Just leave some ice cream for the rest of us." he says calmly.

He does shoot a bit accustaory look at Tatum as well, because NONE of this would be happening if she hadn't at least IMPLIED things...But finally he turns back to RIgue and looks at least a bit apologetic. "I understand." he says to her back as she walk away with the carpet on her shoulder.. He pulls off his spectacles and massages the bridge of his snout.

Deadzone has posed:
When *she* gets glared at as well, Tatum's face reads first a hint of shock and then disgruntled anger. She turns her back to the group. "I should have stayed in the music room," she mutters to herself, arms still crossed over her chest and thrumming on her arm.

Beast has posed:
Beast returns the glasses totheir pearch on is snouth and turns to Tatum.... silent for a few moments... Then he closes the distance, but stops before he fully enters her personal space. "A word." he says. It isn't a request. "What have you been telling people? or Implying?"

Deadzone has posed:
Well, so it seems that Tatum and Hank are back to being always at odds. Well, it was like that for over two years, so should she really have expected less? Taking a deep breath, the raven haired woman turns. "You told me to say nothing. I said nothing. I told Marie how in my world she's a teacher and dating Logan. She joked about teachers being in each others bedrooms, and I mentioned that happened a lot where I'm from. Scott and Jean, Ororo and Remy and you and then I stopped talking. I never said who you were with. I'm sorry. I screwed up. So, how about you just get me home where I can gab with my best friend without it being a problem for you."

Beast has posed:
Beast ois and closes his eyes.... He takes a few deep breaths. Not /angry/ breaths. Just... well.. exhasperated ones. "You don't understand how dangerous telling us /anything/ is." he tells her, then looks up. "Every bit of information you add to OUR reality from yours changes THIS world." he tells her. "It's not THAT much different than the paradoxical problems from time travel. What if some peice of information from your world is the same here, yet here it is something secret?

Deadzone has posed:
Tate starts to head towards the music room. "Fine. In that case, I'll just stay to myself and not talk to anyone anymore. I'll just read, watch Netflix in my room and play the cello." She turns around angrily at Hank. "I am allowed to do that, right? Play the cello? Just figure out how to get me home because I'm really starting to hate this place. Nothing's the way it's supposed to be."

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Beast gahs and turns around, his claws running through his mane as he tugs at it in frustration. "Why is she treating me like the bad guy here?!" he exclaims and starts pacing in a circle. "I've got an accidental refugee from another dimension who is my alternate's paramour roaming around my school. I'm trying to HELP her get home to her Henry who, if he is anything like me, is probably worried to DEATH! I've got more computer power than Google and Microsoft combined locked up trying to calculate a way to HELP her get home all the while trying to keep her from maybe altering our own worldline with scurrious information by ASKING her nicely not to keep dropping hints. And /I/ am apparently the unreasonable. GAH!"

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If she heard him, Tatum isn't saying anything. She heads to the music classroom and soon the strains of music can be heard. Her playing is... remarkable. Tatum may be an over-emotional, infuriating mess, but she clearly puts all that emotion into her playing. The piece is unfamiliar at first, a beautiful piece of baroque until.... is that AC/DC? Thunderstruck? Really?

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Beast finds /himself/ in his own quarters a few minutes later, coat tossed and sitting at his keyboard... He's exhasperated.. frustrated.. and he needs to work out some kinks. So he dispenses with the headphones and is playing a most complex peice of music.. a mashup. His hands are playing oasisi's Wonderwall while his feet are playing Green Day's Boulevard of broken dreams... At triple speed.