8315/Break Time At Harry's

From United Heroes MUSH
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Break Time At Harry's
Date of Scene: 14 July 2019
Location: Xavier's School
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Phoenix, Cyclops, Crusader, Psylocke




Phoenix has posed:
There's been much stress in Jean's life of late, straining face-offs with the Shadow King, her mentor's nemesis. Learning about cosmic beings far above her, or her very conception of life itself, fending off those who would harm her students, and most recently the Sentinels plague. Needless to say, she needed some time off. Just cut away all stressors in life for a few moments of relaxation, as if all was well in the world.

To that end, she made a move for once, finding Scott and absolutely refusing to take no for an answer as she demanded he go out to Harry's with her, for a drink.

As the two walk in the door, Jean informs Scott, "I fully expect you to get me a strawberry milkshake while we're here, just as a head's up."

Cyclops has posed:
"Strawberry," Scott mutters. "Always strawberry. It's the worst. Why not chocolate like a normal person?"

He walks with Jean to one of the tables and takes a seat on the high stool. He props one boot up on the stool's bar and fishes his phone out of his dark jeans. He puts it facedown on the table. He is gives Jean a sorry-not-sorry shrug.

"What can I get you?" the server, a young brunette woman with overly obvious curves.

"Whiskey for me. And her. And a strawberry milkshakes," Scott orders and crosses his arms over his Harley Davidson shirt. "That's for her, too."

Crusader has posed:
Already at the bar - firmly standing - was Vorn. The man (orc?) was clearly mutant or something. But he dressed reasonble at least. He was enjoying a massive bottle of coka-cola...and had twoo chocolate milkshakes with him as well. Occasionly he had to lick some off his large tusks, but otherwise clearly wasn't there to bother anyone. His head simply bobbing to the soft rock.

His own mind was on the sentinels. He didn't like it, not one bit. And the fact some went rogue apparently doesn't help matter. And he couldn't help but wonder how his own daughter was doing as well, she has been quiet too. He sighs lightly...

But is brought out of his thoughts when he hears Scott. he looks to him and says "Resent that statement! Chcolate is for weird people, thank you very much" he barks a very rough laugh, but he seemed well meaning enough. He looks over Jean and Scott, he recognized Jean, though he was in a different form (and mind) at the time. Scott was new to him, but he none the less lifts one of his chocolate milkshakes to punctuate his point and taking a nice sip.

Phoenix has posed:
"Because -I-," Jean uses a sing-song voice, "happen to like it!" She grins teasingly at Scott, "it also helps that it's delicious. I believe Science Quarterly would back that up." While said with full conviction, it's quite likely an Academic Journal has nothing at all about milkshakes in general, nor any specific flavors of shakes in particular.

She follows Scott to their table, and lets him make the order. "A whiskey..." Jean looks a bit reserved at that, "isn't whiskey a bit of a hard drink?" She wonders aloud, clearly a bit hesitant, as she looks to Scott, giving him a chance to explain the choice or offer an alternative rather than deny outright.

She laughs at Vorn's comment as he butts in when they discuss milkshake flavors, and motioning to him with her arm, she grins at Scott, "see? Another learned individual who reads Science Quarterly."

Cyclops has posed:
"Okay, I'll have a whiskey. Do you have some kind of apple cooler for her? Great," he says to the server. She smiles, glances Jean over appreciatively and walks off. "I think she likes you."

Scott looks over to their orc friend. "Sure, no offence. I'm just saying chocolate is better than strawberry. My friend here doesn't agree."

Crusader has posed:
"While agree chocolate is the superior flavor. Strawberry is for normal people. Science Quarterly also says it helps keep your insanity up" he says not minding the joke. "Tis why Chocolate is perfect for those of us who lack it"

He none the less offers the two a friendly handshake "Vorn, for now. Nice to meet two" having little qualms with jumping in and getting to know strangers. Though he at the very least didn't jump into their booth, he kept to his own table. It was short a few seats as he let a few other have them

"You two shrimps ever had Harries Burgers? They are awesome" he muses.

Phoenix has posed:
"Sorry, Scott, wasn't sure if the whiskey was for some particular occasion, I just...I'm not sure if I can handle it," Jean chuckles. Before looking towards Vorn, "I disagreed because unlike my friend, I'm like to be correct."

"Vorn is quite the name, I'm Jean by the way, and he's Scott," Jean comments, and no surprise there as Vorn is quite the...not-person. "Thanks for the recommendation, but it's a bit late for a burger," Jean says, before turning to look at Scott, "so...you're a whiskey drinker or just trying to impress me?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott looks a little mystified. "Occasion? Are you trying to tell me I forgot about something? It's not Alex's birthday, I remembered on my own this year," Scott says with a slight furrow of the brow.

"Hi Vorn, Scott," he says to their new friend. "Burgers are good here. Onion rings, too."

"Impress you?" Scott asks with a raised eyebrow. "If I haven't by now, that ship has sailed," he says dryly and shrugs. "It's what I drink. I just usually have beers with you."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn let out a boistrouse chuckle. "Never too late for meat! Bacon for breakfast, pork for lunch, steak for dinner...and than everything else for every other occasion he claims. Only thing better is chocolate" he claims...and by the look in his eye he really likes chocolate.

He none the less takes his hand back, and concentrates on his drink. The milkshakes were going down fast. When the brunnet get near he stops her "..can you bring me erm..2 more?" he asked a bit sheepishly. "And...some onion rings two please" going off of Scotts recommandation.

Phoenix has posed:
"No...just that, you bring a whiskey to a milkshake order, I was wondering if I might have forgotten something," Jean muses, "but hey, it's late, you can drink whatever you damn well please." She does give Scott a thumbs up at remembering Alex's birthday sans reminders, "you're getting better," she quips, before her visage lights up as their drink orders come in. "Been a while since I've had a shake, I deserve this," she brings the straw to her lips and whispers, "thank you, Scott," before taking a sip. "Mmmm...it's good, and I was expecting a beer, why I was wondering about the whiskey. Now I learned something new about you, any particular whiskey you like, Scott?"

Jean gives Vorn a look as he turns on her, but doesn't linger on it, she and Scott had already moved on to a different topic. Best not give Scott any hope of swaying her mind.

Psylocke has posed:
Whatever is on Betsy's mind, it's weighing heavy. She didn't want to go back to the Mansion just yet, but neither did she want to be at home. So she went for a long walk, down around the lake and up the highway. When she spots the bar, she's too consumed in her thoughts to spot the two familiar minds within. Maybe if she weren't she'd have turned back.

But a moment later she nudges open the door, stepping in and if this were a movie the needle would scratch on the jukebox. What she wears are clothes decidedly un-Betsy. Goth in tone and shade, she wears a ruffled skirts, fitted corset and a large collar of what look to be pitch black feathers. Her hair is slightly amess, and her eyes are almost glazed over.

She glides across the floor to the bar, as though she were floating rather than walking, and places a hand on the counter. When the bartender looks at her to take her order, she blinks a few times. She hadn't thought that far ahead: "Um. Gin? G and T, please."

Cyclops has posed:
"Big appetite," Scott observes when Vorn orders. "That won't make you sick?"

"I've been trying a few new ones. The professor has this..." Scott says to Jean. He stops mid-sentence and tilts his head. He nods toward the bar. "Isn't that Betsy?"

Crusader has posed:
"It will not. Eat alot, because need alot of energy. Far heavier than look. It is why no use chair." It was for the most part true. He did not alot of energy, but he could get it via electricity, but preferred food. And...he really did weigh too much for a chair to handle.

The amount of chair he has had to pay for. He shudders as he recalls one unfortunate both incident.

The look from Jean seems to go over his head. Vorn can at times have a one track mind when that particular gestalt of minds takes over. But than he sees...a goth circus performer? Enter the bar. It was the only way he could think of Betsy right now. He stares at her and asks out loud "...is there a circus in town? Wish to go. They seem to be top knotch." There was zero harshness or venom to Vorn, as his comment was given in earnest, and even excitment his ears flickering as he begins to think of what could be there.

Phoenix has posed:
"Well, be more helpful and give me something you like for sure next time, I'm fishing for gift ideas you know, don't even need telepathy for that one..." Jean mock chides Scott, before turning at his mention of Betsy.

"Betsy...?" Jean calls out after Braddock walks into Harry's in that getup, "has Ellie Phimister been giving you fashion tips?" Jean asks teasingly, followed by a laugh because she's not the best at poker faces.

Psylocke has posed:
Betsy focuses utterly as the drink is prepared for her on the bar. Nothing fancy. Just some gin, some tonic, mix it all in a short glass and slide it across the aged woodwork to her waiting hand. She is vaguely aware of hearing her name, but she doesn't react to it instantly. It is only when Jean calls out to her that she starts, as though only now realising there are other people in the bar.

"What? Oh, um, no. A fashion experiment, I'm afraid."

She looks down at the outfit. Her usual purple and violet hues are gone, all stark black with some splashes of white here and there. She looks like a picture from a particularly scandalous Victorian novel.

She only blinks owlishly at the talk of a circus. Usually her wit would come to the fore but it seems waylaid by something. Instead she pulls a stool over and thuds herself down on it, back to the bar and drink in both hands. Lost in thought.

Cyclops has posed:
"Not cool," Scott says to Vorn, not realizing the orc was being truly sincere. "I don't think she's up for jokes."

Scott looks across the table to Jean. "So I'm a terrible psychic," he agrees and nods slightly in Betsy's direction. "But even I get she needs one of her girlfriends right now."

Phoenix has posed:
"You think so...?" Jean muses at Scott, by now only half her shake remains, but even as she gets up, meaning to approach Betsy, Jean stalls. There's a concerned look on her visage, and she sighs, "Scott, you've been designated honorary girlfriend, go see she's fine," Jean more or less instructs, as she turns to leave, "I'm needed back at the Mansion," she doesn't quite describe what she was called for...but that's the bad side effect of being a telepath. Even when out of reach, you're sometimes in reach, "thanks for the shake, and the break," she calls out to Scott as she leaves.

Crusader has posed:
"Well, it is a good thing it not a joke. And being in the circus is totes cool! Have you ever been to circus? They are damn amazing." he bristles and looks Scott up and down with the dirtiest look as he implies circus people are not cool.

But none the less with Betsy seeming out of it, he decides to leave her alone! Perhaps she was tired from a performance. He even pulls out his cellphone and...very carefully begins trying to look up and see if any local circuses were in town!

Cyclops has posed:
"I.. Jean... What?! I didn't say they weren't," Scott stammers. "What is happening right now?"

He sighs and gets up. He takes his drink over to the bar and drops down on a stool beside Betsy facing the bar. He waves to the bartender for another.

"You... Alright? You look...," Scott says as he takes a drink from his glass. "Not alright."

Psylocke has posed:
Betsy glances up from her drink as Jean rises and departs. She barely seems to register it, instead lifting her drink and polishing off a good half of it all in one go. She turns slightly to rest it on the table, shaking her head at her reflection behind the bar.

"I'm not a bloody -" she sighs and shakes her head, waving a hand in Vorn's direction as though there is so much to unpack there she isn't even willing to try.

She looks at Scott, her eyebrows raising at him as he takes a seat, "Come on, then. I'll not have you lurking nearby wringing your hands about what to do. I'll put it to you plainly. There's nothing wrong. I am fine. I have had an ... unexpected experience from which I am recuperating. That said, I'll take the tea and sympathy so put on your commiseration hat, Summers."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn grunts and cants his head. He considers the pair a long time after jean leaves...but it seems like they need some private time. Least he can recognize friends. So he takes to the newly baught food and concentrates on the wrestling match placed on the T.V. Seems folks here...do not take well to other butting in or commenting.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott grunts.

"Oh thank god, I thought you were going to have a feeling on me," he says dryly. "So? Hat on. What's the story?"

Psylocke has posed:
"I'll spare you the gory details," Betsy tells Scott, taking a more measured sip of her drink, "I imagine you're familiar with my situation. Engaged. Now not so. It's been that way for a few months. Not that I am complaining about that, mind you. I of all people know that sometimes only time can heal a particular wound."

She finishes off the drink, putting the glass down on the bartop with a thunk and sighing in a self-satisfied way, "Today I saw what is probably the most horrendous, awful thing to exist or that will ever exist. Awful enough that I'm not going to describe it to you or even tell you what it was. Suffice it to say, it was ... quite bad."

She leaves a brief lull as though she's expecting Scott to answer, but should he try she interrupts by continuing the story: "But then, something altogether not unpleasant or hideous. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though it leads me to wonder just how much stock should I put in the opinions of others?"

The Telepath turns completely in her chair, setting her hands on her thighs and peering at Scott critically: "What are your thoughts on seeing team members? That is to say, seeing them." She raises her eyebrows, implying dating with an unspoken micro-expression, "Is it acceptable?"

Crusader has posed:
Well the middle parts were confusing, but the begining and end were easy enough to understand. And hearing the question Vorn couldn't help but think "Well thats a dumb question. Of course it is acceptable" But he doesn't answer physically. It didn't take a telepath to know betsy ment dating (let be honest, what else would seeing mean in this context?). But he would let the young kids be younf kids.

Cyclops has posed:
"Well..." Scott starts but is cut off. He takes another pull of his drink.

"I thought you said you were going to speak plainly. That was very crytpo-dramatic British," Scott says.

He turns to look at Betsy more squarely when she finishes.

"One of them has to go," he says firmly. "I'm not running ops with that dynamic going on. Whether it works out or goes bad, and most go bad, it distracts from the mission. And that gets people killed."

"What's the actual story here? Might as well lay it all out now."

Psylocke has posed:
"Don't get your knickers in a knot," Betsy chides with a roll of her eyes, reaching out to slap him on the arm, "I'm not talking about that particular team. I meant more our larger ... community. At the Mansion. Besides, I don't think you've have her on that team, regardless of any forbidden dynamics."

Her? Betsy presses on without revealing much more, lifting her shoulders with a shrug as she raises a hand to order another drink for herself, "Same again, please." Her eyes return to Scott, "I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to give you the whole story, or that you'd be a great deal of help if you knew it. You make a wonderful sounding board, Summers, but your advice does tend to cleave more towards the Spartan ascetic. That will never, ever be me."

"I suppose I am trying to give myself permission to move on. Do you think I should?"

Cyclops has posed:
"Spartan? That's a compliment," he replies with a wry half-grin.

"You should definitely move on, though. Do /not/ waste your time hanging around for something that's gone or not happening," he advises with no small amount of conviction.

"As long as it's not on my team. The other place is a madhouse, so do you what you want there. Nobody will notice."

Psylocke has posed:
When Scott takes the term Spartan as a compliment, Betsy cannot help but grin a little to herself: "You would."

Betsy looks pensive for a moment, taking Scott's words seriously despite the way she holds herself or the way she occasionally pokes fun at or chides him.

"You're probably right," the Telepath concedes, finishing her second drink and setting the glass aside for, "I want someone to know but I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know, if that makes sense?"

Then, an idea strikes her. She turns herself fully to face Scott. A hand comes up and rests on his shoulder, an unnecessary affectation but she does it all the same. For a moment, there is a shape like the beating wings of a butterfly writ in violet light about her face. Then, it fades and she lets his shoulder go.

"And if you tell anyone," she warns, as though continuing a conversation for which the other half is missing, "I will melt your brain. I trust you know how secrets work. You keep more than your fair share of them."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott chuckles and was about to finish his drink when Betsy touched him. Something about the look in her eyes tells him she has something for him. He puts down his drink.

It takes Scott a few seconds to catch up to what was just writing in his mind. When he does he fairly gapes at Betsy.

"Are you kidding me?!" Scott says in disbelief. He shakes his head and finishes his drink.

"I hate being the trustworthy one," he says dryly enough that it is unclear whether that was a joke or not. He gets up from bar and waves to Vorn.

"Good luck," he says to Betsy and offers a quick hug. Then it is time for him to go and he makes his way out on the bar.