8274/Burgers Make Better

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Burgers Make Better
Date of Scene: 11 July 2019
Location: Backyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Illyana, Alison, Theresa and Scott have burgers and very filling salad sandwiches in the backyard.
Cast of Characters: Cyclops, Magik, Dazzler, Siryn




Cyclops has posed:
Scott had a lot on his mind and that meant three things. Brooding, working on his motorcycle or a barbecue. He chose the latter. After getting the mansion staff to set the grill going he spent some time making up patties. Finally, Scott walked outside with a big tray of patties.

With buns, condiments, drinks and snacks available, Scott sets the first of the patties on the grill and is rewarded with that satisfying sizzle.

Magik has posed:
Illyana probably has a great deal on her mind too, but she always looks the same and it is hard to tell exactly what is bothering her until well to late to do anything about it. She is not at the mansion, however. At least not initially, but it takes so little for her to suddenly be there that what does it matter where she was beforehand? That hot smell in the air probably indicates somewhere unpleasant, though.

Wind kicks up as she appears on the deck, a little ways from where Scott is setting out buns and condiments with the tray of premade patties. Wearing a black tanktop and tight black jeans, she's barefoot, and her hair is pin straight hanging down her back. Easy to see because she appears with it turned towards Scott, with a thousand yard stare directed clear across the mansions backyard at nothing at all... or something unseen anyways.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott looks up shortly after Illyana arrives and raises an eyebrow. In shorts, a Manchester United jersey and flip flops, he is not really attired for meeting with the Queen of Limbo. But she does not call ahead.

"Everything alright, Illyana?" Scott asks. "I'm putting burgers on if you're hungry."

Magik has posed:
Illyana turns at the neck to look back over her shoulder through the blonde curtain of straight hair hanging down along her jaw, "Da, everything is alright, Scott." Her voice is distant, quiet certainly, but loud enough to be heard. She's not whispering, but neither is she use to having to raise her voice. In Limbo, they know to pay attention. Sometimes it's difficult for her to remember she's not there. "I have decided I do not eat meat this week."

Looking back to the yard, standing so straight as to be uncomfortable to most. "But if you put vegitables on bread, I will add the red tomato paste and eat this."

Cyclops has posed:
"Oh. Really?" Scott asks with a raised eyebrow. "Vegeterian or vegan?"

Scott leaves the burgers for a moment to put together a meatless burger.

"If you want to wait a minute, I can put on some vegan patties for you," he offers and tilts his head a bit at the way she stands. "Are you sure everything is alright?"

Magik has posed:
"Just vegetarian." Illyana clarifies, scoffing a little at the notion of not enjoying her morning eggs or cream in her coffee. "I am not heathen." Actually she probably would be by most cultural estimations, but that's besides the point.

"If it is not trouble for you. I am fine with vegetable bread." Turning away from whatever distant thing had taken her attention away, "Do I look like something is wrong?" Tilting her head curiously at Scott.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott finishes with the vegetable bread and offers the plate to Illyana.

"You look on alert," he replies. "Not a bad thing, I was wondering if it was anything specific. You just came from Limbo?"

Magik has posed:
"Da." The blonde Queen of Limbo says with a clipped nod, taking steps towards Scott nearer the grill so that she can rise upon her toes to see the burgers sizzling. "Nothing is alerting me. I tried to be very kind to someone last night and then I am being embarassed because it went badly. Is nothing." She flips her wrist dismissively at the whole affair. "No alerting. Just thinking. Also Limbo. Very dark..." She squints and nods slowly as if this explains everything.

She takes the plate in both hands. "Blagodaryu vas... thank you."

Dazzler has posed:
Strolling across the grounds, a blonde in a flowy white peasant blouse and capri jeans is listening to music. Something folksy, by the sound of it. Probably the Grateful Dead. "Ripple," to be exact. She spies Scott and Illyana, smiling and waving as she shakes her long blonde hair, in heedless waves, back over her shoulder. "Hi guys! Is it burger night? Man that must suck for the vegetarians," she quips, looking over the offerings as she takes out her earbuds. "Am I interrupting?"

Cyclops has posed:
"Dark, you mean?," Scott says, accepting her word on not being on edge. "What is it like? I realized I never asked you what it's like there for you.

"Should I know what you tried?" he asks with a ghost of a smile.

"Hi Daz," Scott says. "I decided to throw some burgers on for anyone interested. Want one?"

Magik has posed:
"Nyet." Illyana holds up her unburgered bun full of lettuce and tomatos and ketchup indicating she is one of those unfortunate Vegetarians. If only for this week. All the while watching Dazzler jiggle across the yard towards where they're standing by the grill. It isn't that she's not heard Scott's questions, however. "It is whatever I want it to be only different than I wanted it to be. Like making a dream, but dream is twisted. Feeling very alone always. Deep inside empty while you sit watching a world you control, slowly begin to control you."

To the second of the questions, she shakes her head, "Nyet. It is nothing I need to repeat."

Dazzler has posed:
"Sure, they look fantastic!" Alison grabs a plate and looks over the choices, looking for all the world like she just got a free pass at Build A Bear. Scott may be awesome at cooking them, but she's awesome at building 'em tall, and she does so. She looks at Illyana rather cluelessly, and down to the not-whopper in her hand and smiles sheepishly at the Queen of Cold. "So uh...vegetarian. huh?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott considers Illyana for a moment after she speaks. Then he smiles for Dazzler and serves up her burger(s).

"It's good to see you, Daz, it's been a while. How are you?"

Magik has posed:
"Da. I have decided I am vegetarian this week." Illyana doesn't look ashamed of this decision and reaches for her unburgered burger to take a big pit of mostly lettuce and tomato to show just how okay with it she is. "Mm, just like mother makes.. before she die." Another big bite, staring at Dazzler. It could be she's trying to be humorous, but how likely is that, really?

Dazzler has posed:
"D-did...your mother make burgerless burgers, too? Was she a vegetarian?" Before she die. "I've done that too, though, just veggies. Lots of the communes I've visited are vegetarian, so I have spent long stretches as vegetarian, too." Dazzler does her best to smile in the face of the Void that's snarfing an unburger in her face. "That's a lovely tanktop you're wearing."

She turns back to Scott and nods to him. "Great to see you too, Scott. I'm glad for a chance to unwind for a bit, and visit. Instead of being off on some god-forsaken mission tonight, blowing up other countries or something."

Cyclops has posed:
"We can't be on mission every night," Scott says dryly. Perhaps with some regret. "Are you in town for a while?"

"You're sure you don't want a burger on that?" Scott asks Illyana, looking a little sadly at her lettuce burger. He prepares his own.

"Could have used you last night though, miss you on missions... You two on mission together... That would be a good matchup"

Magik has posed:
"Da, this week." Illyana says to Dazzler, licking the ketchup from her fingers once the burgerless burger is finished. The plate is set aside, shaking head at Scott, "I am fine, thank you. I do not eat very much." Her hands lace together at her bare mid-drift, pale eyes shifting back and forth between them as she stands like a stiff board. "Was very enjoyable. Scott would not let me kill anyone."

Dazzler has posed:
"I'm back in town indefinitely," Alison replies to Scott. "With the sentinel problems, I can't see leaving anytime soon. I'm focusing much more on the protests, planning some benefit concerts, that sort of thing. I mean, I'm a mutant with a public face. Sometimes you have to do what you can to make a difference. I'll help out where I can if I'm needed, but I think they need me much more on the civilian side, for the most part."

Cyclops has posed:
"I let you come close," Scott points out to Illyana dryly. "Besides, they weren't enough of a challenge to warrant lethal force."

"Who is doing your security, Daz? After the attempted hits on the Professor and Jovich, we have tonbe careful."

Dazzler has posed:
"I haven't gotten that far yet," Alison replies to Scott. "For the concerts, I'm sure I'll hire the best out there. But for the protests? There's nothin' anybody can really do about that. The police are always there, anyway, and you know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen. Besides, I'm nobody in any sort of powerful position. I want to empower the mutants, not myself."

Magik has posed:
"As if this is reason." Illyana whines at Scott, crossing her arms over her chest with narrowed eyes, "I do not like hiding from these humans. They want fight, to send machines to kill us?" She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Let them come. Hell is paved with many who make poor decision to try."

Siryn has posed:
The small group outside is spotted through the windows of the kitchen where Theresa had gone to grab a drink. It's curiosity that drives her out the back doors to head closer intent on seeing what was being discussed. Catching the tail end of Dazzler's remark she chimes in with, "You're in the right place for that, then."

Cyclops has posed:
"Hey Theresa," Scott greets. "Burger? I just did them up. There's lots, nobody's around. Or they're scared of Illyana."

"If you want help with security I can send some of the team," Scott says.

"Are you a fan of Daz's music?" Scott asks Illyana deadpan.

Magik has posed:
"I have never heard Alison's music." Illyana is brutal in her honesty, "Doug made me mixedtape. Only I have no way to play it." She explains, looking from Scott, over to Theresa, "Dasvedanya. I aim Illyana Rasputina." Nodding once she's introduced herself, she looks back to Scott, "Why are they being scared of me? I bring gifts, I come to social functions serving meat products, I swim at pool. Everyone is very strange." She huffs, it's not her, it's them.

Dazzler has posed:
"Are you kidding?" Alison shakes her head. "Nobody's scared of you, Illyana," she gushes to Illy. "Jealous of that figure, maybe, but not scared."

As Theresa approaches, Alison smiles and holds out an arm to wrap around her shoulders. "Hey there, been a while since I saw THAT face. How've things been? Wanna come sing at my concerts yet?" She wiggles her brows as she offers Theresa a plate.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy dips her head toward Illyana when greeted. "Theresa Cassidy. Pleasure to meet you." Her eyes stray to the burgers which she'd begun to notice due to the smell, and the fact that her stomach was doing it's best to remind her that she was indeed hungry. Alison pulling her closer earns a more relaxed, warm smile.

"I'm not sure your fans are ready for that kind of concert. Thanks." The plate is taken in hand with another small chuckle. "I don't see why anyone would be scared around here. Unless Scott's cooking has gotten worse?"

Cyclops has posed:
"It was a /joke/," Scott mutters, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Haha?"
"I'm sure half the college kids are busy trying to get your attention," Scott says to Illyana.

"Is my cooking that bad?" he asks Theresa. "I actually followed the recipe this time."

Dazzler has posed:
"Is there a recipe for cooking meat on fire?" Alison seems to boggle. "I personally find the burgers amazing. I bet they're even amazing with just lettuce. And tomato. And bun. Did you not even get any onions on that Illyana?"

Magik has posed:
"Da. I do not know why anyone is scared." Illyana jerks her head so that the long straight blonde hair slides back over her shoulder. "If they having nothing to be afraid of. If they do, they will not need to fear anything. I am not subtly." Squinting at Scott, "Maybe they get someone elses attention. They get Alison's attention." nodding to Dazzler, not having any need for it herself.

Glancing then to Alison, "No. Tomatos and lettuce. Ketchup on bun. Taste like salad sandwich. Very filling."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy shrugs while he's filling her plate with a burger, or two, before adding on any toppings she might like. "You'd be surprised how many types of burgers there are so I guess there are recipes. Grilling is grilling though." A quick bite is taken and she sighs wistfully. "This would go great with a brew."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison stares deadpan at Illyana, at the phrase 'Very filling.' She presses her lips together, trying to think of the saddest thing she has ever thought of, but all she can think about is that face. Those lips. Forming the words. 'Very filling.' It goes on for another moment or two, and then Alison loses it completely, and bursts out laughing, trying to cough to cover it, but failing miserably. "I'm...I'm sure it's extremely filling. As salad sandwiches...tend to be."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott clears his throat at Illyana's peering and dives into his burger. He chokes on it when Alison bursts out laughing and is still coughing when Illyana walks off. He waves to her.
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"Yes," Scott agrees with Theresa when he finally clears his throat. He puts down his plate and opens the smaller of two coolers. Scott glances around quickly to make sure no students are hovering nearby, then pulls out three cans of beer. He offers one to each of the ladies and then opens his.

"I really like Illyana, I wish she was around more. Very focused, disciplined. I would make her a team leader..." Scott says looking after the young woman as she walks off.

Magik has posed:
Illyana stares at Alison. She stares for a physically uncomfortable length of time. Well beyond when eyes should blink just because eyes are suppose to blink. After Illyana's smile is gone and her expression is neutralized to a bland mask of pale skin? She's staring at Alison. "Salad sandwich filling like borscht." That is her response. Then, with one hand coming up to summon a teleportation disc, she swipes it across herself and disappears to wherever Illayana's go.

Probably retreating before Scott has a chance to give her a team.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison looks between Theresa and Scott. There's a hint of panic in her eyes. "She's gonna kill me, isn't she?" Unfortunately, Illyana was gone before Alison regained her composure. "I...I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold it in any longer..."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy breaks into a laugh of her own at the reactions of everyone involved. She's forced to cover her mouth with her hand as she had a bite of burger that she wasn't about to spit out. Neither did she want to choke on it. Once she gets ahold of herself it's gulped down making her want a drink all the more.

Then Scott offers one over to her. The can is taken in hand gingerly while her eyes focus on it with a sudden quiet that takes over her. A single dry swallow causes the line of her throat to flex before she tears her gaze away from the beer still held out by two fingers as if it were something far more disgusting than a beer.

"What?" Snapping back to the moment she gives a shake of her head. "Can't say as I know; just met her. I'm sure you'll be fine though."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott shakes his head slightly.

"She won't kill you, not for that. She might send you a plant though," Scott says with a grimace. "Solid team member though. Which is the important thing, right?"

Dazzler has posed:
Alison reaches over and gently takes the can from Theresa, opening the other cooler. She shakes her head. "Think nothin' on it right now, Theresa. We have all sorts of stuff in here. Soda, OJ, Purple Stuff, Sunny D....Water. Tea. One of those strike ya?"

Siryn has posed:
As soon as that beer is taken away Theresa sinks down into a seat lifting her emptied hand to scrub over her face vigorously a few times. "Yeh. Bein' a good teammate matters a lot. Knowing you can count on someone. It's good." She's trying to focus on the conversation that had been going. Shoulders sagging with released tension she gives a quick nod toward Alison.

"Jus' anything cold. Tea'll do me. Not that super sweet stuff you Yanks like though I hope."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison takes a bottle of tea from the cooler - unsweetened - and hands it over to Theresa. "Well, teammate or no, I'm pretty sure she just cleaved me clean in two. And I tried not to laugh, God help me I tried, but I just couldn't tamp it down. The harder I tamped, the more desperate it was to get out, until I swear to God that was the funniest thing I've ever seen someone say, and I just...I lost it."

Cyclops has posed:
"She is a hard read," Scott agrees, missing what is going on. This is usually about the time he gets super awkward with nothing to talk about outside The Mission. It is almost as regular as the trains.

"I went for a ride this afternoon. Great weather for it," he ventures.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy cracks open the bottle of tea without hesitation and gulps down a few mouthfuls. The dry taste of the tea helps chase away the lingering burger taste as well as ease the dry mouth she'd gotten as old urges had surged up. "Thanks," she asides to Alison quietly.

"Ach, you'll be fine. I mean it was one hell of a look but just a look." Scott's odd out of the blue remark earns a slow nod from her. "It was a nice day indeed. Horse riding, cycle, or motorbike?" There were options after all.

Cyclops has posed:
"Motorcycle," Scott says with a nod. The silence stretches. Theresa excuses herself and Scott takes another bite of his burger.

"She didn't finish her food," Scott says with a bit of a frown.