7804/Guilt Doughnuts

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Guilt Doughnuts
Date of Scene: 09 June 2019
Location: Xavier Kitchen
Synopsis: Late night snacks for all. Timbits to the skull.
Cast of Characters: Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Nightcrawler, Sibilance, Blinkdog, Wolfsbane




Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Well someone managed to squeak in under curfew today, unlike a night earlier this week and also late the week before.

Honestly Ellie isn't sure if anyone has noticed yet that she flouted it not once, but twice!

She did bring doughnuts as she dodged through the front of the manor and into the kitchen. Avoiding lower classmates and settling in with her big box of Timbits and way to strong coffee for this hour even if it is a Saturday.

Thank god it is summer break because she has been pulling too many all nighters.

Still she is curled up in the seating nook in the kitchen with her prizes.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    There is a clinking sound after a moment, and a glowing golden eye peering over a counter a few moments after the lights have come on and the smell of the greatest doughnut holes in the history of humankind fills the kitchen, mixing with the coffee scent.
    "Late night, Ellie?" Kurt inquires poking his head up the rest of the way to look at the nook she's tucked herself into.

Sibilance has posed:
The faint sound of a semi-familiar tail rattle fills the kitchen as a snake person enters and steps through the room to stand and stare at the coffee maker with great envy and thirst. She slumps forward to squint at it, trying to determine if the contents are enough for her to get a cup in addition to what others will get.

Ainsley seems tired.

"Hello," she groggily greets the others.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
There is a very dignified "Muwayaaah!" from Ellie as she throws a Timbit right at Kurt's head in alarm and surprise.

She then looks this really odd mix of sheepish and cross at the same time. "Jesus fucking christ you fucking .... what the hell were you doing in the kitchen behind the counter in the darkness Kurt!?"

At about that point she turns her head to spot Ainsley.. .. .. woah Scales." and blinks again "Nice tail." yeah okay that might have come out too forward or maybe she just meant nice tail.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Snapping the timbit out of the air even as he crosses himself, then talking around the morsel, "I can ignore the rest, Ellie, but don't take His name in vain, please?" he lifts a dark brown bottle, giving a little shake of it. "I can see in the dark, and I was having a snack."
    Likewise he turns when Ainsley arrives, looking groggy, Kurt stands - "You look like you could use hot coffee or chocolate, Mien Dame."

Sibilance has posed:
"Thank you," Ainsley says with sweetness and gratitude in her voice, with a loud shake of her rattling tail. Then she starts searching for the stuff to make her own cup of coffee even as Kurt makes his observation of her state of grogginess. "Long day at work. Need some bean juice," she mentions to them.

It isn't hard for her to locate and start making coffee.

Blinkdog has posed:
Blinkdog is there. He wasn't just a moment ago. No sound, no *bamf*, no *pop*, no glowing portals or sparkling entry. Just one moment empty space, and then he is there.

Blinkdog is in his furred form for once of course. Opening the refrigerator he is lit up by its cool welcoming light as he reaches in for a juice box.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
There is another "Hyenemeyah" at the sudden dog opening the fridge and a second timbit is hurled with surprising accuracy at Blinkdog's head this time from Ellie and her large box of doughtnuts.

Another deep breath "fuck sakes.... am I the only one who doesn't teleport or go invisible or isn't a damn ninja around here.."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Shrugging, Kurt notes "I was here before you, in all fairness." tail moving to hold his bottle as he gets the coffee pot going. "You get used to it as I understand." the fuzzy blue elf chuckles.
    "Hang out with the right people here, maybe they'll make you a ninja." lifting his bottle back to a hand and taking a long pull, sighing as he sets the empty bottle down. "Wish Logan was back in town."

Sibilance has posed:
"I just walked in," Ainsley notes, faux-defensively, with a big sleepy smile as the coffee is started. She breathes a sigh and steps over to where Ellie is enjoying her coffee and timbits, and settles in to sit nearby. "May I have one?" she inquires of the donut holes. "Nice piercings."

"Hi Bobby," she greets to the coyote-shaped teleporter.

Blinkdog has posed:
Blinkdog gets hit in the back of the head getting coated in sugary powdered goodness. He half yelps and half jumps out of his skin.... and then he is gone. The dohnut drops onto the street in a dark alleyway startling some poor vagrant as Blinkdog stands there for a moment surprised.

He appears again in the kitchen a split second later, his feet a little muddy now. He looks around and his expression turns sheepish. "Sorry... I just wanted a drink." He says lamely to the room. "I'll um, try and remember to walk next time." Just glad that he has this down as a landing site at all having only been here a couple days, though it is rather difficult to forget such a rad kitchen like this. He waves and moves to find a seat.

He blinks at Kurt not knowing who 'Logan' is. He doesn't know who hardly anyone is. Or even half the people in this kitchen for that matter. At least not yet anyway. "I know why I'm up... bed is too soft, too big, and too... bed. Why's everyone else here?" he asks.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Voices in the kitchen, some familiar, some not so much. When the stomach rumbles, it's time to get a little feeding in. With an appetite like hers can be, it's important to keep the fridge and cupboards well-stocked.

Scents also match the voices when it comes to who she does and doesn't really know, and the wolfen woman turns up in the doorway with her head tilted toward one side. "Is there a party in here?" she wonders, looking from face to face, past Blinkdog then back to him after noting Kurt, Sibilance, and Negasonic, a brow sliding upward. There comes a brief sniffsniff toward the coyote-like mutant. "Hullo."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie looks a mix of satisfied and a tiny.. tiny.. tiny bit sheepish when Blinkdog actually pops out of the kitchen startled with a yelp and then pops back in.

By the time he is back though she is studying Sibilance more up close in the breakfast nook. Look up. Then look down.

Then she nudges the open box of timbits over to Sibilance and nods "Sure... I wasn't going to binge eat all of them." pause "Well tonight."

"Also I am sure snickters will be back when he runs out of smokes and beer money."

Then Ellie is back focused on Blinkdog "New kid." pause "Dog theme. Teleport powers. Hmmm. Fridge raiding late at night." hmmmm mmmm mmm "Chowhound.. do you have your network account yet?" the young gothy punk girl asks. "Also I snuck in her to brood alone and eat doughnuts.. looks like I get to do one of those things." pause "Hey Woof.. want a doughnut hole?" to Raihne

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Turning at the entrance of Rahne, Kurt beams, "Rahne, glad to see you." tail lifting, the spaded end waving at her, smile getting a little goofy as he looks to Bobby, "I had that problem when I first came here. It's a shock after hammocks or hay-floors, ja?" hands planting on the counter, lifting himself to a handstand before pushing off and walking across the cieling towards the fridge. "Pardon, Mein Herr." reaching past bobby for another bottle. "Rahne, can I get you something?"

Blinkdog has posed:
Blinkdog blinks and looks blankly at Ellie, "Um," he shakes his head, "I've never really used a computer. Not much anyway. There's those ones at the public library but they are already... logged in? There's a laptop in my room but to be honest..." he lets his sentence peter off out of embarrassment.

He nods at Kurt, "Oh man don't get me started. I think I'll ask Kitty if I can change my room around some. At least she gave me one without a roommate. I don't think anyone wants to put up with my night terrors. Or my snoring. Which is waaaay worse in this shape than the other by the way. Or my kicking. Or just not sleeping." he says looking at the clock on the wall.

Blinkdog then spends a few moments fighting with a stubborn straw that is refusing to pierce the juice box. He finally gets it to cooperate and takes a long drag on the straw. He goes back to quiet mode realizing he's becoming a chatterbox in this place which is so very unlike himself.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Kurt," Wolfsbane says with a brief smile for the blue elf, lifting a hand in a more conventional wave than his. Then she shakes her head once in Negasonic's way. "Thank ye, but I was in th' mood for something more meaty, no' so much sugary. Ye enjoy it. An' water's good for me, Kurt. Is there any lunchmeat in there?"

The question raised, with Kurt already at the fridge in his own unique way - showoff - she lingers near the doorway she just passed through. "Ye're one o' th' newer ones, aye?" she asks of Blinkdog, a hand resting at her side before she frowns at some of what she hears after he's brought up night terrors.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"That sucks dudedog. I mean not the room alone but all that other stuff. Also that the bed is too soft. You could probably pull all the blankets off and nest on the floor?" she is being surprisingly practical and not at all mean for once.

Maybe.

I mean people who know her may be suspect of it all.

Anyhow Ellie eats another timbit and sips her coffee.

"Do you think FireBirb would be mad if some student were to say join some sort of superhero team like ... ... uh.. the avengers?"

She knows she can't talk about the X-men in front of most students, she has no idea if Bobby is in the know or not after all. Though she definitely does not mean the X-men when she mentions superhero team because why would Ms. Grey be mad about that or like not know.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Well, I know a couple of us have joined in the past." Kurt notes as he pulls out a package of sliced ham, and lifts a container. "I have brisket from earlier today to if you want." fuzzy blue walking back towards her with a bottle of water in tow as well, flipping to the floor closer to Wolfsbane, setting the bounty on the counter for her.
    "Herr McFadden, I can also help if you want, I have a few things that you could use to be more comfortable until you become acclimated, though Miss Ellie's suggestion is quite good as well, no?"

Blinkdog has posed:
Blinkdog 's ears flatten back just for a second and he nods, "Too new." he says. "Um," he starts, "name's 'Bobby'." He then shrugs at Ellie and Kurt. "I guess so. But that would make a mess."

Listening to Ellie he tactfully seems to ignore coded talk about teams. Besides, who's 'Firebirb'. Weird hero name though. He just busies himself with reading his juicebox for a second.

Wolfsbane has posed:
The fact Blinkdog is another visible mutant, and in the general canine category, has Wolfsbane watching him a little more closely to see if there are any giveaways about how much he acts human and how much favors the other side, the animalistic one. She seems quite in control of that balance right now, unless you count the look of interest Kurt suddenly gets.

"Ooh, brisket? Ye can put th' lunchmeats back. I'll have tha' instead. I could really go for a good fish an' chips right noo, but this will do." Meat. It's what's for breakfast, lunch, /and/ dinner for some. Nothing vegan about her.

With conversation touching on superhero groups, she keeps her mouth shut on that front. Instead, she just thanks Kurt for the water as she stands near him.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
There is a hmmm in Kurt's direction at his sort of answer and then no one else biting at all.

Ellie nudges the box of doughnuts towards Blinkdog "Help yourself."

Then she is back to brooding with her coffee and doughnuts.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Leaning a touch, giving Rahne a smile, "It's a few hops, but I have a few air tight containers. I could always make the journey - but it'd be fish und chips for lunch rather than breakfast." Kurt gives her a wink before his attention returns to Ellie and Blinkdog, "Herr Bobby, it's not so much a matterof it being messy. You are welcome to make yourself comfortable, ja? You were invited in, make it your home." he looks to Ellie, "As was the same when Ellie, or Rahne, or when myself was invited here." giving a moments thought, "If it's something you wish... you can always speak with them when Herr Rogers is visiting, no?"

Blinkdog has posed:
Blinkdog 's body language screams -human-. Other than a few facial expressions that translate, like his ears folding for a split second to reflect either a blush or an twitch of embarrassment. Everything else... its as if the coyote in him is just keeping to itself.

He smiles, his expression bearing his teeth a little but without the nose crinkle of aggression and letting his mouth drop slightly open. The gesture one of afterthought rather than reflex as he remembers that is how dogs smile. "Thanks!" he says taking one and taking a practiced bite of it so as not to get the fur on his muzzle covered in sugar. He then nods at Kurt's statement about settling in.

His ears perk up, "Hey I know where there is a diner that has fish and chips all hours down near Hell's Kitchen. "I could get there in one hop." he mmns, "Make that two. I'd have to change before walking in." Then he remembers the curfew. Still...

Wolfsbane has posed:
In Wolfsbane's case, she looks very much human except for the fur and a few other small details, which is how she often goes around the place. It seems she's worked out what she's curious about with Blinkdog without asking anything outright, but she keeps a curious eye on him as the conversation goes on.

"I can always get some later. I know a place," she explains, nodding toward the brisket that's been brought out, moving over to start preparing some to munch on. "I'm good wi' whit we have here, really. I was just thinking oot loud is all. I hope ye're all doing well."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie scoops a handful of timbits up out of the container. Setting them out sorted by type of doughnut now.

"I don't want to join the Avengers brimestone... i mean .. esh..."

"One.. why did you assume I was talking about me."

"Two the Avengers could have been an allusion to the Titans or the Justice league."

"Three I said joined not want to join."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Well, then I misheard, an congratulations if I haven't misunderstood again." Kurt chuckles, and shrugs, looking to Rahne again, tail flicking back and forth rapidly as his attention goes back to Bobby, "How far can you go in a hop, if you not think it rude to ask?"
    He actually smacks at his own tail, sighing at his appendage as if it were a disobedient child before he snaps open the bottle he'd gotten for his own, taking a long swallow while his tail begins flicking again.

Blinkdog has posed:
Bobby McFadden turns back into his human form, not missing a beat as he eats and sips from his juice box. The tawny fur just wisps away from him like smoke vanishing... somewhere... flesh goes the same way though the 'smoke' of it is more pinkish in hue. The change is very rapid, you could easily miss it, and seems to cause him no discomfort at all. The only change to his overall stature is the slight curve to his back and shoulders is now gone.

Bobby McFadden looks at his hand noticing the fur is gone from it. He shrugs and seems relieved a little as his eyes, which are the last thing to change, go from amber to a dark brown. He takes the last bite of his doughnut and reaches out deftly to snag a slice of ham from the pile. As he says, "If you mean that group Kurt is in, I saw them helping during that bridge collapse. I don't know anything else, but I know some of you do that hero stuff together. The uniforms and the big black jet were hard to miss screaming out 'team'. So you don't have to tiptoe completely around me. Just sayin."

Bobby shrugs, ?Not sure exactly. Never measured it. I know it becomes a little harder about from here to say the end of Central Park. So maybe just over 20 miles? Something like that. More than that and it feels safer to break it up.?

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane's attention slides directly toward Blinkdog as Bobby goes through his shift back to normal. There appear to be parallels there between it and her shifting. "Bobby, was it?" she begins. "Ye an' I should talk later. I think we have a few things in common wi' whit we can do." She goes about preparing a plate with the brisket and a few other things, adding, "But I have some research tae work on for noo. I'll see everyone around." As for Kurt, she nudges against him lightly on the way past him.

Nightcrawler has posed:
        When Bobby changes there is a look of unmitigated envy that crosses his face like a stormcloud, passing almost as quickly with notable effort. Kurt nods to the figures and looks down into the open mouth of his bottle "Twenty..." nodding "You seem to move quite fast as well, won't be too long until I'm trying to keep up with you eh?"
    When Rahne brushes against him, Kurt beams at her, tail wrapping partly around her middle, and trailing some as she goes. "Call me, should you need me, Rahne."

Blinkdog has posed:
Bobby McFadden stifles a yawn and nods to Rahne, "Okay, sure anytime." he says. "The port itself is fast, for a moment it feels like I'm in both places at once, but making the next one right after takes concentration. So it will be a while." He fights with his yawn again. A little food did the trick. Getting up he tosses his drink box in the trash and takes the cue as everyone begins to move out. He walks out himself as porting in this form just doesn't happen. Besides he hasn't quite got his bedroom zeroed in as a landing point yet. It needs more... personal touches... before that happens.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"Night chowhound."

At this point Negasonic gathers up the doughnuts into the box and slides out of the nook with her coffee "Headin up to my room to work on some stuff. Cya all." in a general goodbye to the lot of mutants in the kitchen.