6714/Sentinels: These butt jokes just make themselves

Sentinels: These butt jokes just make themselves
Date of Scene:	01 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Wolverine, Rogue, Cyclops
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Deadpool has posed:
The text comes in, out of the blue, after a lot of silence. Deadpool was distracted with other things. He can't always be at the beck and call of X-Men. Their silence in order to attract him did not go unnoticed, though.

The text to Logan reads:
    "AVENGERS ARE DONE WITH MY ASS. WOULD YOU LIKE IT NEXT?"

Wolverine has posed:
    Outside the Xavier Mansion, Logan is standing there in the recent snow, holding his cigar in one hand and taking a drag now and again. He ashes the stogey, then there's a faint 'brrrrrt-brrrrrt' as pocket seems to vibrate. A quirk touches his eyebrows as he reaches into the inner jacket pocket of that old brown leather bomber he's wearing. From within he produces the datacomm and makes a small 'hnh' of sound as he swipes it to life.
    He reads, eyebrows still quirked. Then he lets a small exasperated sigh slip from his lips before he types back. Slowly. With just one thumb until the message pops up back for Deadpool.

"DID BANNER LEAVE ANYTHING LEFT?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is outside also, floating in the air, wearing her dark navy peacoat and a wool cap on her head, some black jeans and black boots that go up to her kenes over said jeans. She's holding a large slab of plastic, it looks like half of a bilboard or some such... and she's pushing it down the driveway and off to the side, clearing the snow off to the side of the driveway with ease, leaving a perfectly crisp and clear pathway behind her... of course its making a fair amount of noise, but hey, its snow shoveling at its finest and she isn't even breaking a sweat!

Eventually she starts to make her way back on the other side of the driveway, creating another tidal wave of snow off to the other side of the stretch of road and making her way back toward the garage.

Deadpool has posed:
"HOLY FUCK YOU HAVE SLOW DOTS"

And then, rapidfire:

"YES THEY JUST PROBED IT OR WHATEVER, I DON'T CARE. I'M BRINGING IT!!!"

"MAKE TACOS FOR I AM HUNGRY."

"BURRITO IS ALSO OK AND MY AUTOCORRECT DOES NOT LIKE CHIMNEY CHANGERS"

The message is followed by a flood of emojis, from sheep to eggplants and other things that might be meaningless if the source wasn't Wade.

Wolverine has posed:
    At the stacatto avalanche of messages Logan sort of smirks at it, the cigar in the corner of his mouth as he reads and he lets it sit there, letting the texts from deadpool just germinate like seeds of boredom in the brain of a maniac.
    It's a minute. Two. He digs the toe of his boot into the snow and then gives a wave over towards Rogue. He ashes the cigar to the side and shifts his weight to the other boot. Another minute.
    Then he takes the comm back up and taps out a single letter on the display. Hits send.
    "K"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue drops down out of the sky once she finishes pushing that large slap of plastic around and she tosses it out onto the snowy yard with a big *WOMF* as it settles down into place. She then slaps her gloved hands together and looks over to Logan with a big grin, her hands coming up to adjust the wool cap ontop of her head holding her two toned hair down against the sides of her face.

"Told ya, easy as can be." She says as she saunters back over toward him with her boots impacting the cleanish ground now. "Snow shovelin', done right."

Cyclops has posed:
    In the garage is a man wearing oakely sunglasses in the dead of winter, with special 'few of a kind' lenses that prevent him from punching holes in trees and in every known wall in america. It's a hell of a problem to have but one Scott lives with by looking as cool and fresh as hell.

    So what's this bad boy doing in the down time provided by the snow. Aw, hell yeah, this player is standing facing the wall of the garage next to an old brown box mounted to the wall. He has a large paper book in one hand and is holding it up next to the box as he reads. "Set run time to off if you do not have a rain/freeze sensor..." Scott turns his head to look outside and his jaw drops before he frowns and looks back down at the instruction manual.

    "What?" Scott says to himself before reading it again and looking back up to the plastic box and then reaching up to turn the dial to 'off' "There, whatever."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Not bad, kid." Logan tells Rogue with a nod, smirking as he pockets the cellphone/datacomm and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "I mean, you do know we got a snowblower. Right?" He steps on over, however, to the snow drifts along the side of the walkway and casually boots at some of the white powder, then shifts his attention back in her direction.
    He leans forwards and pushes the swing door into the garage proper open and lifts his voice loud enough for both Cyclops and Rogue to hear him, "Wade's on his way back with the butt truck." He says as if that statement were enough to explain what's going down.
    "Also he wants Mexican food."

Deadpool has posed:
"THIS IS A BORING DRIVE IF YOUR THUMBS ARE NOT BROKEN I WILL BREAK THEM <3" comes the charming reply for being made to wait. Cheerful. "Also you should read the capitals as yelling in case you weren't sure or thinking maybe I just had caps lock on but it's so intentional."

The big truck has seen better days. Those better days were literally days ago, not even that long. Whoever has been driving the rig has very little scope of how large things actually are, and it's scraped to hell, a mirror missing, and a gouge in the side. Wade has pulled into the drive, but is now in progress of what will probably end up being a 76 point turn, Austin-Powersing his way around in the drive in front of the garage, as if trying to figure out how to best make this work. No, the truck won't entirely fit. Not that that's stopping any of this.

He's gotten partially wedged at a really strange angle. Tires on the lawn/snowy place....

"DO NOT RUSH ME," Deadpool yells out his window. To nobody, or everyone, or to himself, whatever. Deadpool is his own audience and critic.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stands off to Logan's side now and she grins up at him, stupidly big grin, really. "Where is the fun in that?" She asks him then before she looks over to the garage and hears the shout. "Wade?" She asks. "Oh... that clown guy... in the Gimp suit... Why do we let him around here, any how? I don't think he's mentally stable."

Either way, when Deadpool arrives, she's leaning back against the garage and just, watches, the show. Every second that passes by she starts to tilt her head a little further to the side as the driver clearly has no idea what he's doing.

Then she hears his voice and sighs. "I got it." She says, walking to the back of the truck. What Wade will find next is that the whole truck is being tilted up into the air now as she's lifted it up and is walking it over so that it is properly alligned... and then she drops it back down with a thud!

"You're welcome, Sugah!" She shouts up to the front of the driver's side window.

Cyclops has posed:
    Scott looks away from the panel on the wall and frowns. "Welp, that's busted now for sure." The man says to himself as he walks towards the opening at the front of the Garage, "What? Why? We have a head, we don't need the bottom half... we need the chest." Scott says, explaining to Logan, before he's suddenly glad that Wade wasn't around to hear that part.

    Scott walks towards the truck a bit but stops and puts his hands on his hips as he watches Rogue do her Rogue thing and he chips in, "Don't drop--- It." Scott says as he looks to the driveway that's now cracked from the sudden weight being dropped upon it. "Dang Rogue..." He says to himself as his hand finds the back of his head as he looks down at the newest chore for the X-man.

Wolverine has posed:
    Lifting a hand to the side of his mouth and raising his voice, Logan hollars towards Wade as he tries to get the butt truck properly into place, only for Rogue to put it right, "You were taken long enough we coulda built a garage around it." Of course that makes him smirk some more as he shoots a glance at Rogue as if to share with her the secret that Deadpool is dumb.
    But he folds his arms over his chest and seems inclined to let the other Canadian get properly situated, which could take a while all told.

Deadpool has posed:
"WELL BLESS YAH HEART! THANK YAAAAH," Sing-songs Wade to Rogue. "I was about to say 'be careful, my ass is fragile,' but then I realized it REALLY isn't," Wade replies to Rogue, and starts to try to kick open his door. It's stuck. He doesn't have any issue with that, he climbs over into the passenger seat, giving Rogue indeed a great view of butt if she looks in the driver's side, and climbs out the passenger's side with a dramatic partial stumble that wasn't necessary. Logan knows full well that Wade is far more acrobatic than what that was, but sometimes things are done for comedy. Or just whatever. He untangles the seatbelt from his foot that hung him up, and does a pose with both arms out. Sticking the landing!

"Ta-daaaa; special delivery. I will accept my tip now for speedy services rendered. They should involve mexican food, I figure."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue does walk past the truck and she does get a eye full of butt, which makes her look away and roll her eyes. She then walks past Scott and pats him on the shoulder with a gloved hand. "I'll fix it. I'll do a right proper job of it too." Does she know anything about concrete application or how to fix cracks in it? Who knows! Thats what Youtube is for now these days!

She struts her way into the mouth of the garage and then turns and sits down on the hood of her car which is facing out toward the driveway. She stares at Deadpool when he does his little victory landing pose and smirks.

"I won't lie, Mexican food does sound pretty enticin'." She then adds.

Cyclops has posed:
    Scott is left there gawking at the cracks in the driveway, not reacting to Rogue's pat, or Wade's olympic display of assbaggery, or to Logan's joke. Scott lives for the shortest end of the stick and it's being poked into his eye repeatedly this month. What a month it's been.

    Recovering his sanity and his wits a bit, Scott looks to Rogue and then Wade, "Why don't we get it down stairs quickly while the kids are in class, I don't want to get caught with half a sentinel around the students." Then a look to Logan, asking for some assistance non-verbally.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah yeah," Logan steps away from his place near the garage door and moves further into the building proper, sidling up to the back of the truck and pulling it open to view a little further so he can get a gander at the gear that's left in place. He scritches at the side of his jaw and frowns a little, then he looks sidelong towards Wade.
    "You have a message from the Avengers or any other intel? Nat said she might have some cross-reference junk from SHIELD but haven't seen it." He closes up the truck and then turns back to the others, leaving Wade in the conversational circle for now.
    But then Scott gives him a look and he answers it with a small shrug, "Prolly wise. Get it secured." A glance towards the Southern Belle, "Rogue, be a darlin'?" He starts to step away from the garage, hands back into his pockets. "Who wants ta tell Forge?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade bounces out of the way and does a large 'ladies first' move to give Rogue full rein over the contents of the truck. "By all means, grab our ass," Wade says smoothly. Probably aware of what he said, but it's all very innocent. Really.

"Infos? Yeah. I have stuff. I'll call up my best buddy Captain America anytime," Wade name-drops, in a probably fanboy voice. He then looks from Rogue to Scott and to Logan. "What's a Forge? Is she hot? Is he hot? I'll do it if so?"

Rogue has posed:
With a light exhale, Rogue steps up again from her car and she walks back out of the mouth of the garage to move past the trio of boys. She looks to Wade first as he says that ass line at her. "Be careful what ya ask for." She says back at him in that saucy southern accent of hers, offering him a wiggle of her gloved left hand fingers.

She steps to the truck then, opens it up enough that she can get at the posterior of a robot inside of it and she pauses, then looks back to Scott, specifically. "Want me t'take this all the way out to the cliff side entrance?" She asks, the Blackbird's main exit point. "Or we gonna go down through the basketball court? I don't think there's any parents on campus t'day, might be safe t'go that way..."

As she's saying this she's unloading the butt and is moving to hoist it up over her head, with it appearing to weigh literally nothing to her.

Cyclops has posed:
    "The court should be fine, but do be quick about it." Scott replies as he reaches into his pocket to fish out his phone to text a message to all teacher, making sure no students are able to look out the side windows to the back yard. Covering his own rear.

    Scott slides his phone back away and looks to the healers, and smirks, "Yes, why not have Wade talk to Forge, he can get all the info straight from the merc's mouth." Scott smirks with a look to Logan, "Scale of one to ten, how worried should we be?"

Wolverine has posed:
    In response to Wade's question, Logan shoots a glance towards Scott and Rogue, as if seeking their gathered impression of Forge's level of 'hawtness'. Then, as if negotiating or offering his own insight, Logan sort of waggles one hand back and forth as if to imply that the X-Men's inventor is one of middling hawtness.
    That important topic settled, he lets Rogue work her magic as she carries the Sentinel part away and out of the truck. He'll fall into step to walk with her as they start the stroll, though he does kick at a bit of the snow and says, "Watch yer step though, slippery." And that thing weighs a lot.
    Towards Scott he waves a hand to the side as he dismisses the idea of Wade rambling some sort of explanation to Forge about his robot butt and takes a breath and murmurs. "I'll go talk to him." Another bit settled.

Deadpool has posed:
Scott didn't ask Wade, but he'll answer the question aimed at 'the healers'. Or at Logan. Whatever. He shows all ten fingers, and then pulls a knife to add it. "Eleven!" Wade answers. "/So/ worried. They did not like Logan."

"I mean, I can understand that, we've all met Logan, so the robots on sight being like 'ugh, Logan', it makes entire sense. They mostly ignored me, I think I'm just human enough or cute enough or they appreciate fine ass, that they were okay with it. Okay, Nat also said she made them friendly to me, but I'm not a mutant despite totally being a mutant ally, so I think that made me not count in the 'exterminate, exterminate' field of rabid killbots. At least this time. I've had killbots before, so when I say killbots, I really do know. They're not the same as doombots---"

Wade's crazy is off and running.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods to Scott's words. "Shouldn't take but a hot second." She replies to him with a light grin. "Then I'll come up and fix those cracks, cause I know ya wan't be able t'sleep at night unless its fixed. I didn't know that would happen... I'll remember that."

As she walks past Wade she makes sure to make the butt of the Robot get uncomfortably close to him while he rambles, likely having to make him step over to the side to avoid it.

With a grin she looks over to Logan when he joins her on the walk. "You do realize I can't fall down unless somethin' is seriously wrong goin' on?" She starts to run at a patch of ice then and just sliiiiiiides across it... and keeps sliding as she goes beyond the edge of the ice, because she's not really sliding, she's gliding... totally cheating.

Cyclops has posed:
    Scott remains standing at the drive way while the team wanders off to get more info on the head. Something Scott can't do actively, so he'll trust his teammates to take care of it and inform him thusly. So with a nod from Scott, he lets Rogue, Wade and Logan wander off to go into the basements, he's got work to do with the sprinklers as he picks up the manuel again and goes back to page one. "Welcome to your new green lawn." He mumbles to himself.

Wolverine has posed:
    The group is striding along, with Rogue hefting the large robotic rear-end, each of them leaving tracks in the snow, except for Rogue. Just a short back and forth of conversation between the X-Men though Deadpool... he just keeps on being Deadpool with that steady patter that turns almost into white noise eventually even as the Merc with a Mouth steps further into the middle of the group even as Scott peels off to tend to his own interests.
    The Robotic Rear-End floats along, bobbing as it's being held, but then abruptly a spatter of blood spluts upon the ground as there's a single sharp /SNIKT/. Three sharp blades suddenly protrude viciously through Wade's sternum.
    There's a short /SNAKT/ as just as quick, those blades disappear and Logan's wiping his hands. He says sidelong towards the other X-ers, "You all go on in, I'll handle this."
    A beat as Deadpool goes down and then Logan says, "Maybe figure out which Mexican place we're goin' to."

Deadpool has posed:
"Oh! From behind, even," Wade said in a weird, pleasured tone as he's suddenly stabbed in the back, with a spack of blood inside his mask, as if he were given a happy surprise present. He looked at the blades coming out of his front, sort of. He then faceplants, falling forward off the withdrawn claws, into the snow, due to the accuracy of blades to the heart.

The snow starts to turn bloody under him.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is several feet ahead of them now as the stabbing occurs and she looks back to see wade falling down into the snow. She sees Logan's claws and the blood on them and it just makes her sigh. "God, you two are like weird competing brothers."

The southerner takes a short cut then and just launches herself up into the air and 'jumps' over the fence around the basketball court. A second later and the fence around it goes darker with the shades coming together to block vision onto the court and there's the sounds of the court floor parting down the center...

Wolverine has posed:
    Bending down and grabbing Deadpool around the collar, Logan starts to /drrraaaaagggg/ his prone form through the snow with his feet kicking up little furrows all the way, not even to mention that long smear of crimson that might, fortunately, be covered up by the steady snow fall as it begins to flitter down from on high.
    "Alright Wade," Logan's rumbly voice lifts, carrying with it a hint of annoyance but a little bit of amusement as well. "Ya get ten minutes, then we break fer burritos. Right?" He lifts Wade's head up and down to make him nod even as he keeps on dragging him through the snow snow.
    "Right."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade gives a thumbs up as he's dragged off. And then reaches for his guns.

This'll be a fun ten minutes.

"Pew pew!" Wade agrees!