807/In The Garage

In The Garage
Date of Scene:	05 June 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, 858

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Wolverine has posed:
    A day like any other. Logan is currently in the garage, laying on the ground, with his tools near him. He is wearing a set of jeans, and a white t-shirt, stained with the greese from his attempt, yet again, to repair the ancient Harley D. This was his hobby that brought him back when he needed to get some alone time to think. He was currently trying to rebuild the carburator.

    "Damn thing...why won't you go in there..." Logan's frustration is obvious, and the clank and clammer of Logan hitting the bike obviously loud. His grunts and growls fill the garage, comibining with the sounds of metal on metal. Quite a cacocphony.

Lina Whitecroft (858) has posed:
Lina's curiosity has brought her to the School's garage today, exploring the grounds on her own. Dressed in a white blouse with long, flared sleeves and a pair of jeans, she's not sure if she should be here or not. But, at the moment, the door is open and she figures that's invitation enough.

Peeking in, she spots Logan working on his motorcycle. "Hey Logan," she calls out to him. "Nice to see you again. Doing some tinkering?" As she steps into the garage, she clasps her hands behind her back and looks around without touching anything. "Hope you don't mind that I'm stopping by again. I don't wanna be a pest, but the place is so neat. And everyone is so nice."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Hurumph." Logan grunts underneath the motorcycle. Peering up he sees it is Lina, and he says, "Hey kid. Yeah, trying to fix this damn thing. Like I have for 20 years." Logan taps the nut a few more times, and then gives up, tossing the wrench into the tool box. Sitting up, he takes a swig of his Keith's beer, and looks over Lina carefully. "Yeah. Neat, tidy. Too nice."

    Logan stands, tosses the empty can in the garbage can, and rubs his greesy hands on a cloth that was, if you could imagine, more dirty than the bike looked. "You gettin' along kid? Settling in?" Logan was genuininely interested in the answer. "Need any heads knocked around?"

Lina Whitecroft (858) has posed:
Lina looks over at the motorcycle and takes a step towards it, looking it over. "Why don't you just buy a new one if it's giving you trouble? I mean, that's what the band had to do with some of our instruments. They just wore out." Shrugging, she chuckles at his commentary about 'too nice' and just shakes her head. "There's no such thing as too nice. Unless it's fake, but sometimes you have to pretend."

As she watches him clean his hands (if that's even going to get them clean) she toys with a lock of her hair. "No one's been mean to me, if that's what you mean. In fact, I think I'm going to try and see if I can, um, come to school here. I'm not sure how it's going to work. Or what I need to do. But I'm going to ask. I've been thinking more and more about the park and, well, I really need to get a grip on what I can do." Smiling mischievously, she adds "You know, even though I can't control /all/ of my powers... there's one that I can. I practiced it a lot already by myself, but it's kind of obvious so I don't use it." Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she asks "You wanna see?"

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan laughs. An actual laugh. He peers at this young woman thoughtfully for a moment, and shakes his head. "Oh, I do have a running, new motorocycle that I love kid. A lot." His eyes narrow, as he points an index finger at her. "Which yer not given permission ta' take." Rubbing his hands further in the rag, he nods. "Anyway, this one is a kind of a hobby."

    "Huh. No such thing as too nice. Well, you have yer opinion. Me, I can never get used to nice." Logan tosses the rag on the leather seat of the bike, and moves over to the bench.

    "Glad you are settlin' in. Gettin' a grip on what you can do...now that's tha' challenge, indeed." Logan nods, opens another beer, and offers it to Lina. "Want one?" His smile reveals he knows the answer...he was just being polite.

    "Sure kid. You wanna' show me, go ahead." Logan stops, takes a drink first, and says, "This ain't gonna hurt is it?"

Lina Whitecroft (858) has posed:
Lina shakes her head quickly, saying without hesitation "Oh believe me, I have no interest in riding a motorcycle. It sounds terrifying. I'm quite content to admire them from a distance." She shakes her head at the beer, her face wrinkling into a look of displeasure. "I had one at a party once, no thanks. Tastes awful."

As Logan agrees to her demonstration, Lina rubs her hands together, clearly a little excited. "Hurt? Nah. So, just to warn you, I have never done this around anyone so hopefully it works the way I intend." Closing her eyes, she seems to concentrate for a second. "Just need a moment to think, oh, got it. Motorcycle. I know exactly which one."

As she opens her eyes she clenches and unclenches her fists a few times, then finally snaps the fingers of her right hand. Immediately, a deep beat reverberates through the garage. It's hard to make out, but it sounds like a synthesizer playing rock or metal. As the beat evolves, it quickly becomes the background music to a song. Grinning, she opens her mouth and begins to sing.

    "I've been looking for a driver who is qualified

    So if you think that you're the one step into my ride

    I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine

    Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead..."

The words are that of an older pop song, Rihanna's "Shut Up and Drive." She's lending her vocals to the song, but the music itself is playing out of thin air. She doesn't miss a beat, singing in time with the song.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan nods, and takes a drink of his beer. He thought that was what she would say. After all, it was something that would get him in trouble with Jean or Ororo, and that always made things uncomfortable for him. As she gets preped, Logan prepares for anything...hopefully the best not the worst.r
    "Huh. Nice work kid. That was...enjoyable. Who does that song? I like it." Logan's normal music was from the 70s or 80s, even deep into the 60s. This one wasn't so bad.

    Logan removes his grip from the crushed beer can. He hadn't realised he had gripped it so tight. The other hand he removes from the bench. It was also "white knuckled". "You certainly have a gift Dina. Not bad." Logan nods, impressed.

Lina Whitecroft (858) has posed:
Lina smiles at the praise, explaining "It's Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna. It's actually from a while ago, like 2000-ish." She's grinning broadly, adding "I'm so glad you liked it. I thought it fit the moment. Sorry if it was a little surprising. But not a bad surprise, right?"

As she's speaking, she fails to notice anything peculiar on his part. Lots of people crush cans when they're done with them, right? "Well. I just wanted to stop by and say Hi. And, I guess, that was random but you've been so nice. And I figured that's one power you wouldn't catch onto without me showing you," she adds with a wink.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ah. Rihanna. Huh." Logan nods. "Naw, it was a good surprise. Quite a gift." Logan takes another swig of the beer, and nods. "You'll fit in here pretty nicely I think." He smiles, and crosses his arms across his chest, the crushed beer can leaning on his top forearm. Logan looks at it mournfully as the beer leaks out of it slightly, dribbling down his arm.

    "Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it." Logan says, moving towards the garbage, and dropping the can in it. "Welcome ta' tha' mansion."