8381/People Are Talkin'. Talkin' Bout People.

People Are Talkin'. Talkin' Bout People.
Date of Scene:	17 July 2019
Location:	Rogue's Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Rogue One, cheesy puffs and a dragon. What else could Illyana, Rogue and Kitty ask for? Right! Ice cream! Doug to the rescue.
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Rogue, Magik, Cypher

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Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty's text message had come in earlier: 1 Kitty. 1 dragon. 1 Magik. 1 Rogue. And 1 Rogue One. Your room, 7pm. Capiche young Jedi!?

At seven pm on the dot, there comes a soft knock-knockity-knock on the door. In the hallway is one Kitty, with one purple dragon perched on her shoulder. Also a bag of cheesy poofs, just held in hand, not on a shoulder. A container of what looks like hard cider, and two glasses. And there isn't any sign of Rogue One, though it can be pulled up off the school media server easily enough.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't actually know a whole lot about Star Wars. She likes the prequels most because of Anakin, but beyond that the Rogue One movie was seen once a long time ago. It had resulted in her getting a lot of Rogue One apparel though, a number of teeshirts and a few other trinkets here and there--as well as the social media handle of course too.

When Kitty and the Purple One arrive, the door is open enough to peak inside. "Come on iiiiin." Rogue says from inside the room, she's already seated in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, her television mounted above it where some regal oil painting likely used to be once upon a time.

Rogue is slouched in her chair, a black tank top on, some jeans shorts cut off with the little frayed denim around her thighs, no gloves or shoes, she's bare armed and bare footed.

"Heyas." She says as she looks over at the door, her television is on, its playing some episode of M*A*S*H... thanks Carol Danvers. 'Suicide is Painless' is the weirdest themesong ever.

Magik has posed:
Illyana is not sure what Rogue One is, but ROgue in included in the text, so in her head it looks like a math equation. 1 Kitty 1 Magik 1 Rogue Rogue 1.

Does not compute.

Reply: Ok

Seven pm comes and Illyana arrives. A green and black long slytherin sleep shirt, black sweat pants, and her hair twisted into a bun. At the door, shortly after Kitty is inside, she knocks rapidly. Once inside and out of the view of the others, students or faculty or whoever, she breaths out a quiet sigh and shifts to look at the various party favors. Hard ciders and cheesy poofs, "I did not brining anything... Also do not understand what is the math of your text?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty is wearing a pair of shorts and a slim, cobalt blue tank top, and then a pair of flip flops which she slips out of once she is in the door. Lockheed? He's going totally naked today, and not caring who sees it. Hedonist.

Kitty grins and gets the beverages and snacks set out in what is nearly a ritual for the old roommates. She glances at the TV and shakes her head. "Carol," she says with a soft grin, and then looks up as Illyana arrives. "Hey Yana," she says warmly as the blonde arrives.

Kitty grabs the remote and goes to the movie section, pulling up the title of tonight's movie. "One Kitty, one dragon, one Magik, one Rogue," Kitty says, pointing to each in turn, and then to the screen finally for, "And Rogue One." Which is indeed the movie title showing. "Have you seen it? It's a movie that basically takes place in the story right before Star Wars starts," she says, moving over to take one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.

Rogue has posed:
When the others start to enter, Rogue rolls over in her chair and places her ungloved hands, and chin, down onto the arm of said old leather chair. She grins at them all. "Guuuuests!" She exclaims happily, her eyes going from one to the other but Lockheed gets the biggest grin from her. "Winged One too. Feels like forever since he graced my presence." She chides the dragon because she thinks he knows a lot more than he lets on.

At Kitty, the southern belle's gaze goes as she sits up in her chair then and glances to the television at the 'Carol' part. "Ya ever had an internal argument with yourself about what you're gonna watch on the television? Cause I do, all the time. Ya have any idea how sick I am of watchin G.I. Jane?" She exhales heavily and lets her eyes go over to Illyana, the nerve-racking one in the room.

"Heya, Red dawn." She says to the Demonic Queen, making the words all saucey and sassy like she does. "This is another war movie, but its a war in space... and... my favorite part is in like the last five minutes'a the damn thing. But its pretty good, as I recall. The robot in it is hilarious."

Rogue's eyes then go to the cidar and she points at it like a 5 year old. "Gimme."

Magik has posed:
"Oh." Illyana muses the answer to the mathematical equation when the answer proves to be imaginary. "I am working on reading texts... So far is very miss. Someone sent me jumble of letters, words short that did not needing shorter. It makes it sound like five year old is banging it against walls of crib until things appear on screen." She pantomimes said toddler, banging said phone, against said imaginary crib. "In my head he pushes send very casually.. like he means to do this."

And that's texting.

Magik looks to Lockheed and smiles, or tries to anyways, fingers curling in a small wave.

All the while heading for another chair. Upon sitting she pulls her legs up against her chest and covers her knees with the bottom of her shirt, craddling them with both arms so her chin can rest on the bulge. "Space is very big. What are they fighting for? Probably land..." Having almost forgot there is no scroll to sum everything up, ".. oh da.." She points at the screen emphatically, "I remember this. It has the part at end where man swings his glowing sword slaughtering everyone in hallway." Pointing a few more times, "I very much like that part. I watched it many times on repeating."

Hard cidar. She tilts her head so her cheek is laying on her knees, looking in the direction of said bottles. More so with Rogue's own excitement. "I can have one, maybe?"

Shadowcat has posed:
It would be like Kitty to text a math question with imaginary numbers. Imaginary ones like eleventeen and twenty-twelve. As Rogue and Illyana both recall the important parts of the movie, Kitty gives them finger guns. "That's the one," she agrees.

She sets about pouring cider. "So, eight days until I can buy this for myself again instead of having to find someone to," she says of the alcoholic cider. She passes the cups around and then settles back into the chair again. "So, Illyana. I feel like stuff's been going on and we haven't had a chance to catch up lately. You looked really nice in your sundress yesterday. Were you hoping to meet up with anyone in particular?" Kitty asks her friend with a warm grin.

Lockheed, meanwhile? Total attention whore. Flies over to Rogue for lovin'.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue happily accepts the purple dragon as he flaps over to her hciar and she reaches out for a handful of cheesey poofs to have one ready for him when he'll crawl down to join her on her chair. She grins at him. "Such a flirt." She says to him as she flicks the poof up into the air in front of his mouth.

A glance is given to Illyana then. "Yup. Thats the part I'm talkin' about. When Darth whatever goes nuts on those nerdy guys in the testicle helmets." She chuckles a little at the very thought of it. "God, can you imagine bein' all hyped about bein' in a big huge space war, and then they give you that uniform t'wear? It'd be demoralizin'." She mimes handing a hanger of clothing over to someone...

"Here you go, Jim. Here's your very own testicle goofus uniform. You'll be slaughtered in this outfit someday, so wear it with pride!" Then the belle is just grinning over at the others as she accepts the cup of cidar.

A grin to Kitty then. "We doin' anything for your big day? Or you got plans already?"

Magik has posed:
There's only the briefest of pause to watch the screen and then Illy turns back so her cheek is laid across her knees beneath her shirt. One hand out to accept the glass sof cigar, which she first sniffs, as you do, and then tries it with a hard wrinkle across her nose and smacking lips. "It is good." As if either of them needed enlightening.

Rogue's situational analysis of the aforementioned testicular headwear actually brings out the croakiest of croaked laughter. "Excusing me." Turning so her mouth is hidden in the curve of her arm for a second less someone see that... then settling back on her knees. "Jim looked very stupid in his helmet. It is impractical as armor.. no face shield.. nothing is protecting body from laser guns. Why are good guys always made to look like they have tactical ability of monkey in zoo.."

Her attention, however, settles on Kitty. "Da." Nodding once, "I am not very good at subtle, I guess?" Not taking into account how well Kitty knows her. All the same, she's grinning... and it's kind of a stupid grin.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde settles back in her chair and takes a sip of the hard cider. "Oh thank you Lord I needed this," she comments. Kitty shakes her head towards Rogue then as she watches Lockheed gobbling down the cheesy snacks and then head bumping the Southern belle. "No plans yet. I just know I want my friends there with me. But not everyone can go into a bar with me so, maybe find somewhere interesting to have a party outdoors?" she suggests.

Kitty's grin is huge as she looks back to Illyana. The grin that the Russian has just makes Kitty's own grin bigger. "I don't know, I thought it was really nice," Kitty says, being super supportive of her long-time friend. "So," Kitty says, giving a warm laugh and looking to Rogue before back to Illyana. "Don't keep us in suspense. Who is it?" she asks. Kitty gets a handful of cheesy poofs and the offers the bag over to Illyana to get some.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is quick to swipe her hand over Lockheed's head after he nuzzles over at her, then she rests it on his back above his wings while she looks over to the other two.

She grins at Illyana finding her observation about the Star and Wars to be funny. It makes her follow it up with a shrug of her shoulders. "I think its old world movies where all the 'nobodies' were just made t'be like disposable dorks, for the heroes to beat up on. I unno, though."

A breath is taken in then and Rogue looks back to Kitty. "Ya know, there's a gem huntin' field up north'a here, I thought about doin' that recently. Its got all kinds'a precious stones ya can find if ya just go up there with the tools and start hammerin' away at the dirt. I thought that sounded like it could be fun for a litlte while... though now that I'm sayin' it outloud, it really doesn't sound worthy've a twenty first birthday kinda thing..."

She huffs out a big exhale. "I'm not much of've party planner. I just like drinkin' and settin' stuff on fire, like we did back home. Or shootin' things like old tvs." She is laughinat herself now. "Go full redneck, its more fun than you think."

Magik has posed:
Coy has never been a particularly evident trait in the usually straight shooting Queen of Limbo. It is what it is and she calls it that way, generally splitting hairs when she's trying to joke (trying) or amongst her closest of friends. Two of whom are in the room with her... but she's never coy.

Not even about the preposed question.

She grins a little, rubbing her cheek against her knees in an absent manner, "Betsy." It's the same stupid grin, but the fire is burning a little on one visible pale cheek. A cheek she covers for a second, both hands now rubbing down her cheeks to massage the muscles at the back of her jaw. "I think I am very bad at keeping things out of public... but friends? I want to tell them. uh..." She snaps and wiggles her hand, "We trying to not be very public? Because... so many judging.. Eyes, questions. I do not like them.." Excluding, obviously, friends. "She worries I kill people if they take pictures of us at parties, maybe I not so good in public eye?" Her nose wrinkles, mood teetering on the edge of complete collapse trying to wrestle around explanations.

She wants to go back to laughing about poorly designed costume options for would be space soldiers in epic galaxy spanning wars. That's easier to explain, less landmines. Less stupid grins. Her forearm brushes across her cheek insessently. "Maybe I should stop talk to much." Her brow furrows and her face mushes up against her knees. "Probably... can we talk about party?" Voice muffled a little because knees in her face. Pale blue eyes peeking up over them at Rogue and Kitty. "I think should have hanging- what is the thing? It hangs, you hit it with stick? Little candies inside of it.. but is small liqour bottles like on airplane instead." Mosey right along.

Shadowcat has posed:
Lockheed soaks up the attention nearly as fast as he does the cheesy poofs. Kitty lets out a giggle of delight. "Oh, I think we spend enough time around guns and things maybe something a little less explosive might be more my speed," she says, but looking thoughtful. "Though the gem thing sounds cool for something other than a 21st birthday. Maybe a school trip up there?"

The room's focus swings over to Illyana as she reveals the identity of her crush. It brings a happy squeal from Kitty. "Ohmygodthat'ssogreat!" Kitty gushes out. "I'm so happy for you. Betsy's great. And gorgeous as can be," Kitty tells her friend. "Don't worry, will keep it quiet," she says, but still grinning warmly with her happiness for Illyana.

Kitty looks back to Rogue. "So, what about you, AM? Now that you're all unattached and everything. Anyone been catching your eye lately?" she asks. Kitty starts up the movie, but appears far more interested in catching up with her friends than she does the show. She picks up her glass of cider and takes a long sip from it. The ruby ring that was gone from her hand for several weeks is inexplicably back, though no longer on her ring finger.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just leans back in her chair now and keeps petting the purple dragonkin as long as he sticks around with her. She glances over to the other two when a relationship with Betsy is mentioned and she then looks back to the tv again above the fireplace. "Don't let the boys find out, they'll be drollin' outta the corners'a their mouths, more than they around do around us." She quips, not having much else to say on that topic. "Sounds cool though, hope ya'll have lotsa fun. Betsy is pretty amazin'."

Another sip of her drink is had as she then grins at Kitty's question, her head shakes back and forth against the back of her chair. "Nope." She replies to it, answers it. "Its just me now. Single and free as a bird. Ready t'mingle, but plan t'stay single. Not that there's much a girl like me can even do though. Cept run folk off once they find out how my mutation'll end their fun right quick."

Magik has posed:
Illyana deflats with a long drawn sigh of relief hearing the words coming out of Kitty's mouth and releases her hands from her cheeks instantly. Whatever momentary gap in her defensive, never awkwardly uncertain, armor appeared it has quickly been replaced with something equally uncharacteristic in a not so tainted grin, "She very great, feeling happy is different and like trying to sort out text message subtext, but I think I am liking it. Blagodaryu vas." Said to both Kitty and Rogue, "Thank you."

The glass of cidar she deposited up against her hip is retaken for another drink and she brave a glance at the television when the movie starts, but it is clearly low priority for her. Cheek back upon her knees facing the others, "Should be about more than that? Do I not understand what is suppose to be relationship?" She has next to zero experience, none of the boys (and few of the girls) have ever had the stones to flirt with the Queen of Limbo.. let alone try to make anything of it if she even realized they were flirting in the first place.

She has an effect on people.

Showing, perhaps, her own ignorance or nievity regarding the boys in general, "This is wrong?" Flicking eyes back and forth between them. "Are they stupid?" Her frown shatters into a sneer, "And deserve to have fun ruined if this is all they are thinking.. Like boys drooling.. why are they like that?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty draws her bare feet up beside her in the chair, sitting sideways a bit. Lockheed gives Rogue a last little head bump and then hops over to Kitty's lap, only needing a single flap to help span the distance. Her fingers go to his head without thinking about it. He has her well-trained, obviously.

Kitty smiles over to Rogue reassuringly. "It's good you can go do what you want now. Plenty of guys looking to flirt with you from what I've seen," she says, giving her friend a grin. Kitty looks back to Illyana and says, "Well. There's more to it than just the physical, yeah. But guys seem to focus on that even more," she says, giving a little shrug. "And they do deserve what they get if that's all they are after," Kitty agrees.

She looks down at Lockheed and rubs his head as he looks back up at her for a few moments. Kitty gets a faint grin that is given to the dragon and then she picks him up and hugs him, fingers ruffling his head. "Well Rogue, you got us, always," she says with a grin. "So, I was thinking just now. My birthday? What if we go to Oxford for it? We can go hit one of my favorite pubs there. We can all drink, no getting carded there. If you're ok teleporting us there, Illyana?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue pops a cheese poof into her own mouth as she listens to the two of them and scoffs when the Dragon abandons her, but only in mocking of course. "All the guys inevitably choose Kitty." She says in an over-dramatic sigh before she looks over toward Illyana. A sip of her drink is had and then she's smiling at the Russian. "Ya know, aside from those... flower things... you're someone that I hope never, ever, changes, Magik." She tells her friend.

"And boys? Well, its genetic. They can't help themselves. They think they gotta do whatever it takes t'jam their flag poles inta new land, in order t'keep society goin' further and further. The real shame, is that nature gave'em mouths. If they'd just not done that, it would've been a lot easier t'bear through the resta their bullshit." Of course, Rogue is just joking around, most likely.

She gives a smirk to Kitty then. "Ain't no guys fallen over themselves t'flirt with me, Pryde. You're just tryin' t'boost up my ego cause ya know I'm destined t'be the X-school's crazy cat lady..." Her cider is sipped as Oxford is pitched to Illyana too, she just looks between the two of them.

Magik has posed:
Illyana watches the dragonkins single wing flap leap into Kitty's lap, tracking movement as much as she is curious where he's off to... but also because the cheesy poofs are over there. She takes one more drink from her glass and sets it down on the floor beside her chair so she can pop feet out from her t-shirt teepee and slip over to where the snacks are. Craddling the bag in her legs like a birthday present once she's got her hands on the crinkly bag.. which she crinkles several times with an amused, almost childish, grin. Crrrrrrrrikk...crrikcrrik..

Simple pleasures.

Before she dares grab an orange poof, all loose strands of white-blonde hair are pushed out of her face. Obviously, as with any good ritual, a single puff is held out sacrificially up to Lockheed. One does not tempt the fates before casting a munchy spell, afterall. THEN she grabs a chipmonks sized portion in a cluch of fingers and shoves them in her mouth so that her cheeks are all puffed up with the work of chewing. It is neither easy, nor very pleasant a display, and certainly fall below ANY royalty.

Unless it's over Hell.

"Uh kay..." Probably (okay), to teleporting them. Her head craned back, trying to talk with half of whatever doesn't get forced down her throat in a quick swallow, answering Kitty in the affirmative. Nodding while grabbing for another couple from the bag. "I like cheese." In response to Rogue's praise of never changing, smiling too big, with the powder all in her white teeth.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde grins over to Rogue and says, "Now I seem to remember one of us ending up in an old body, without teeth, and a seater with kittens chasing butterflies on it. And it wasn't you, Miss Carlyle." She grins and watches as Lockheed goes for the sacrificial bit of cheese-like powder on the tube of puffed up rice. Or whatever they are made of. Corn? Does anyone really know? Probably scary to read the ingredients list.

Kitty sip her cider and gives Illyana a grateful smile at the answer about getting them over to England. "I'll warn, the pub is nice but kind of quaint, and the people in there like to debate... philosophy and math and everything. But Rogue can wiggle her butt and that'll all go right out of their heads. Because of the aforementioned flag planting thing," she says with a small grin.

Kitty watches the handful of snacks be consumed. She's so used to Illyana it only registers in the warm nostalgia sense. She reaches over to get a few of the snacks for herself.

Rogue has posed:
"Where is Oxford?" Rogue has to ask. "Is that near... London?" She isn't the best with geography, even though she had a bunch of maps up in her bedroom at her Aunt's place prior to running away from there after the riots ensued post-Cody Coma...

"I mean if they'll let me drink, I'm more than happy t'go." She says with a larger grin then as she watches the poof get sacrificed to the dragon. "Its where he gets the fuel for his fire breathin'." She idly quips before sipping her cidar again, the taste of that stuff is really... hitting a spot for her right now.

She glances to the television, watches it for a moment before she looks back to both of them (all three of them). "My bowlin' strategy, shake the booty to distract'em all. Then... profit?" She shakes her head and flashes a wicked grin. "I don't know, I'm a crazy person, don't judge me!"

Magik has posed:
Definitely something someone is allergic to now. There is probably a support group about it on the internets.

Illyana sucks at her thumb noisely and holds the bag up for Kitty after leaning her back up against her old friend's chair. One leg straight, the other curve beneath it. "Is flagpole word meaning penis? I do not understanding lingo sometimes. It changes too quickly." She asks casually, but with a small hint of frustration at her communicative shortcomings, looking down in the bag with owlish blinks.

Her whole face scrunches, turning to look up at Kitty at the mention of philosophies and debating and quatness. "This is okay. Have to learn to be in public and not set people on fire." Back to the puffs! She grabs one out and chainsaws it, yayayayaya gone.

Cool blue eyes crane over to see Rogue, hint of a grin curling the outer corner of her mouth at the definition of her bowling strategy, "You maybe know too much about bowling strategies, if I am going to be judging you, I think that is why.." Sucking cheesy powder from her thumb, blinking affectionately, "But shine on you crazy diamond! Wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah..." Mimicing it where she sits, far more relaxed and definitely with most of her guards down now that she's got a little cidar in her, "That words of the song? You wiggle, you profit. I try to figure out how they come up with name for strikes and spares."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty realizes she's never seen Illyana drunk. And what a joy that might be. Also potentially terrifying. But that can be said about most interactions with Illyana, so it really is par for the course for her old friend.

Kitty gets a few more of the snacks, offering the bag's mouth towards Rogue as she tells her, "Just once... once, I'm going to beat you in bowling. And it takes more than butt-wiggling, because I'm immune to that power of yours," Kitty says, wagging a finger at the Mississippian.

Kitty takes another sip of her cider, eyes going back to the movie. "God I can't believe they cast him in this. They could just cut out the whole Saul Guerrera part and the movie would be so much better," she says, grimacing at the acting job. "To think I loved him in Good Morning Vietnam."

Kitty looks back to Illyana and nods. "Right, that's what the flag reference meant. I'm not sure how many different slang ways there are of saying it, but I'm sure it runs into the hundreds." Lockheed crawls across her lap to nudge his head into Illyana's hair. Is he being affectionate? Does she have a tiny demon crawling around in there that he's after? It's difficult to say.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is trying to be careful with her brazen reaches since she's not wearing andy gloves after all. But she does reach for the bag when its offered. "Psssh..." She emits at Kitty. "Ain't nobody immune t' -my- butt wigglin'." She declares with a bravado-filled grin.

She leans back in her chair then and looks up at the television. She tries one of the cheese poofs herself. "Illy, you'll find out the more ya hangout with me that I've got about an unlimited numbah'a different ways t'refer to penises."

She takes another sip of her drink then. "I mean they come in all shapes'n sizes, they should have more than one word!" She grins over at them both then before she looks back to the tv and motions to it.

"Look. I like my tentacle monsters as well as the next anime-raised gal, but this scene is completely weird, and completely pointless. Who wants t'see that weird dirty greasy... well okay, he's actually kinda hot. But STILL, this part'a the movie is totally weird. I felt awkward watchin' it originally. Like I should clear my web browser history afterward."

Magik has posed:
Illyana is sitting on the floor with her back up against Kitty's chair and a kind of goof grin on her face, more so when Lookheed bumps the back of her head. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) there is a lot of darkness in the currently twisted, but kind of messy, head of hair. A black clawed hand reaches out from behind a strand like a snake, then dips back in when its swipe misses. Obviously she summoned it. She does not keep demons in her hair as a GENERAL rule. Terrible for texture... not bad for body though.

The tenticle monster on screen is given a snorting shrug, "Tenticles do not work like this... too thin, not enough structure in mass, would never wave like this in anything other than a body of water." Because she's an expert on tenticles... but she might be?

Turning, then, from a glance up at Kitty confirming her suspicion about a flagpoles origin, to Rogue who says there's so many more based on varying criteria that make sense in hindsight, but completely escaped her reasoning until it was said out loud. "Is this why they call Scott, slim?"

She might be a little tipsy. She doesn't drink often. But in for a penny, in for a pound! A hand pulls another bottle of cidar from the case, popping the cap off with the curve of her knuckle.

Cypher has posed:
There is a knock on the door. Rat-a-tat-tat. Doug is outside looking... well, he looks *exhausted* truth be told. Slumping and overheated. But he's holding a paper grocery bag with some pints of ice cream in it. No bowls. "Hey." He says, flashing a faint grin, "One late night grocery shop stop for Ben & Jerry's, just as requested." He holds up the bag. "Hooray, who's the hero? Me. I'm the hero."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde is getting a little tipsy as well. The hard cider is hard, even for hard cider. And it's going down so smoothly. "You know what we could use right now?" she asks them, just before there is a knock at the door. Kitty gasps. "Doug! You developed telepathy!" she exclaims at the sight of the ice cream.

"Or, maybe I'm a... whatchacallit. Someone who sees the future? I forget the name but I'm going with prophet just the same. You all can call me Yogi Katherine," she says, waggling a finger about at all three as if to assure they plan to do just that.

Kitty waves Doug in after a look to Rogue to assure it's ok. Lockheed trots up onto the back of the chair, not having done more than poke at where the clawed hand came from. He's extremely resilient and knows it, that little dragon.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't bare witness to the Demon Claw reaching back to Lockheed, she's too busy watching the television, but she does look away from that when Doug is announced as being here. She peers around the side of her chair at him and just flashes him a grin. "Heya." She quietly says then before looking over to Illyana and then up to Kitty.

She just pops another cheese poof into her mouth before she slowly nods her head. "You're definitely somethin', Kitty Pryde." She says with a loaded humor lacing the edge of her words and facial expression. Her eyes draw back toward Doug then. "How ya doin', Doug?" She asks him then.

Magik has posed:
Illyana squints up at Lockheed over her shoulder, trying to lure him closer with a wiggling cheese poof slowly rising up near her chin. All grins for the dragonkin. No more demons make themselves present from her hair, likely to everyone's relief.

Trying then to sort through what word it is Kitty is looking for while sucking down a bit more cidar than is probably particularly healthy in a long swallow straight from the bottle. Because she's a heathen. "He was maybe just sitting outside of room waiting for opportunity.. this is a very Doug thing to do." She chides him, within ear shot, complete with a cheesey tooth grin from around what has become a frame of hair about her face because it wont stay up as she's told it to on numerous occations.

Her bottle is set aside to give it another go, unhooking the bun to quickly sling her fingers around to collect as much as possible and reclip it at the back of her head. Immediately, some falls in her face.

"Is that ice cream?" Yana points with great exageration in his direction. The hand flips over palm up. "Tribute!"

Cypher has posed:
Doug gives Kitty a look that says 'Really' before he holds up his phone with her text message on it. 'Girls' movie night, can you pick up some ice cream on your way back from work, PRETTY PLEASE? :3' "Either you sent me this or you coded a program that texted this to me. Either way."

He hands over a pint of Phish Food to Illyana, and then dangles the rest of the bag out to the other two. "Spoons in the bag."

He finds the nearest soft, flat surface, and gently falls onto it face down. "Today was a mess, ladies. Whatever that poison spreading around Mutant Town is, it's full-time work keeping the people tweaking on it out of the club. And I have this *sick* feeling that word about Josh's powers is gonna get out to the general populace real soon, and THEN it's gonna get out of hand."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty takes the offered ice cream and a spoon. She grins to Rogue and sticks her tongue out playfully at her friend. Kitty opens up the ice cream and gets a first little spoonful of it. "Ok, POSSIBLY I suggested it, nicely, which is just showing how my precognitive - OH THAT'S THE WORD! - powers have developed, that I /knew/ we would be wanting ice cream about now," she says, emphasizing the point with little points of her spoon.

Kitty glances back to Doug, getting a little more serious. "Is it that bad?" she asks. "You'd think word would get out and they would avoid it," she says sadly. "What happened with Josh, exactly?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches Illyana toying with Lockheed and she just grins at the display of it. "Don't show him your flowers, Illyana." Rogue warns. "He'll prolly torch this whole place if ya do."

But then there is ice cream bing waved at her and she snatches it out of the air with one hand, and the spoon for it. She glances back at Doug who just face planted on her well-made-maintained bed and smirks at him.

"Oh look, a boy is on my bed, this night's goin' a whole different way than I expected!" She quips while popping the ice cream container open and inspecting it to make sure nobody has licked it.

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Flowers? Illyana's head pops up from hard thinking (to be covered shortly), at Rogue. "You have rethinking Petrovich as companion?" A bright grin at Rogue that is a little unwholesome only because she's talking about a hell bouquet. "I can get him for you if you want..."

Then there's this earlier stated hard thinking...

There's a pint of phish food in one hand and a hard cidar in the other, weighing the two options with equal measure to what the bring to the preverbial table. Like the sides of a scale, one goes up, the other goes down, and her head turns in the direction of the elevated object with each switch. Truly, this is a hard decision for her!

The solution is a work of great effort. She grabs the bottle's neck in the oposite elbow and pulls off the top of her pint with the other. The whole time the tip of her tongue poked just slightly out from the corner of her mouth, likely to demonstrate precisely what processing power is available that she has to increase memory by physically representing it.

Her whole body seems loose, relaxed, and there's a great deal of jubilation that comes with uncovering the ice cream! "HAH!" Expressive. Now how does she eat it? Why does she not think to just put the bottle down? Another mental challenger approaches.

She is only marginally aware of the other heavy stuff Doug is sharing... she's focused and determined to figure this out.. but does glance up at him, several times actually, before squinting a little, "Is poison in mutant town?" Possibly this is where an otherwise amusingly drunk Illyana becomes a full on demonic rage monster.

If not for the ice cream. Which she licks at without a spoon because she's got her other hand full.

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Doug grabs the pillow and hugs it, before he mumbles, remembers it'd be rude to fall asleep in someone else's room, and says, "One of the regulars came in with terminal cancer. And Josh... cured him. Then and there. And we asked the guy to keep quiet but quite honestly I don't think he's going to. But I couldn't just NOT call Foley, the guy was dying--"

He exhales, and says, "I want a skip option on today."

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Kitty Pryde watches Illyana's struggle with the ice cream, just giving a faint grin for her friend before turning over to Rogue. "Get him to flex his muscles?" she stage-whispers over to Rogue, then casting an intentionally covetous looking eye towards Doug.

Kitty takes a bite of her ice cream, mmmming audibly so Doug will know how much it is appreciated. Though she tones it down a little as she hears what happened. "I don't know that you could have done differently, Doug. I mean, it's tough what he has to deal with. But it's his call to make on it. Hopefully... I mean damn. Someone saves my life and asks me to keep quiet about it, I keep quiet about. Like I never told you guys about.... nevermind." Kitty gets a faint grin. That last part was kidding.

Or was it?

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Everything Illyana is doing just has Rogue staring at the Russian woman with the command of her own demonic army. She just watches her, while she scoops at her own ice cream and takes mouthfuls of it off of her spoon. A flash of a smile is shown to the display. "You keep tellin' me there's more t'that plant thing, and I'm startin' t'believe ya, Comrade." She says to the Russian. "But I'm also still tryin' to suss out your sense'a humor. I know there's one in there... -some-where, I'm just tryin' t'figure out if you're foolin' on me about this... Petrovish or not."

She glances down at her own ice cream container then. "Course, I don't think you'd let anythin' in here that would actually try'n harm me. Even if ya got anythin' in that hellworld playland'a yours that even COULD if it WANTED." Now she's just grinning at Illy.

A glance is given back to Doug as he proceeds to mess up her military-made bed. "Josh is gonna end up bein' labled as the New Jesus if he doesn't be careful doin' that sorta shit."

She glances back to the movie. "Not that I could blame him, really..." She mutters.

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Illyana sips, then drinks several swallows, cidar and finally reasons enough to put it off to the side. At least long enough to spoon out some ice cream, unaware that she already has some smeared on her nose. Her tongue licks at her upper lip, trying to will her mouth to cooperate in cleaning her nose with a tongue that is not nearly long enough for what it is she's trying to do with it.

And then she just abandons it altogether. Really she's completely unable to do two things at once and Rogue is talking to her directly. "He very sweet..." Bobbing her head, hair falling in her face around her not so unpleasantly, unpleasant grin. "I bring him to you, you see. You be very happy with new plant friend.. better than stupid boys."

She shrugs reeaaally big at the Southern Bell. "Maybe, but I never bring that stuff here anyways. I grow Petrovich personally." Whether that's true or not. It might be? Maybe there's an orchard where Hell plants grow wild?!

Then, literally all of a suddenly, Illy pulls her head INSIDE her shirt and fishes around in her back pocket for her phone. Arms go into the sleeves of her shirt and she's busy there for an interestingly long amount of time. Completely with the occational sound that MIGHT be a giggle... but could also be her summoning a Deep one. Camera flash.. Camera flash.

Finally her eyes pop out, shirt hanging on the bridge of her nose pulling her face long. Playfully drunk Illyana is go.

She misses the information about the club though. It's probably better, she definitely would get angry about poisons in Mutant Town and would definitely want to hurt people.

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Doug peeks up from where he had been face-down in the pillow, and gives Kitty a look, before he heaves a faint sigh.

"...The problem with miracles is, people tend to get real cavalier about the people delivering them, especially when they're desperate. I just can't shake the feeling that this is gonna explode into a problem."

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Kitty starts to make a comment to Rogue, but decides not to. Religious jokes, best to avoid. "Well, I think he moved back to the school, in part so anyone who heard of him couldn't find him. Long as he is cautious I imagine tales of him will die down a bit. At least he doesn't really stand out too blatantly people would know him at a glance," she says.

Kitty gets another spoonful of ice cream. "Thanks for grabbing it Doug. You are pretty awesome, you know that?" she says looking over to him. "This has been a nice night. Lots of good friends."

Head-butt from Lockheed. "yes of course I included you in that," she tells the dragon.

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Rogue continues to just watch Illyana slip right into the role of drunken Sillyana and it amuses the ever living hell out of her. "Okay." She says about this Petrovich peace treaty. "I'm trustin' you, Putina." She warns in a playful play on the young woman's last name.

"I think we better cut back on your hard cidar intake too." A grin is shot over to Kitty. It takes a lot more to get Rogue sauced up, cause of her poison resistances that Captain Carol lost to Rogue many years ago.

A glance is given back to Doug then. "Try t'relax some, Douglas. I'm sure things'll work themselves out. They always do." She kicks her feet out and lets them drop to the floor in front of her chair while her eyes go up to watch more of the wars in the stars. "Oh, this is where it starts t'get good. When people start actually doin' shit."

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Doug seems to have taken Rogue's advice to heart, because he just mushed his face into the pillow, and fell asleep. Somebody's gonna have to wake him up. And/or make him leave. "Mrrrrrrrrrrr."

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Illyana rolls over onto her side in her t-shirt teepee and pops her feet out in an effort to get up. Before she can get far, however, she sees her ice cream and spoons a bit mouthful. The spoon is stabbed into the carton with one hand, the other pushing to get her off her stomach and onto her feet. Not quite wobbly, but she does have to grab hold of Kitty and/or Kitty's chair when the rush of standing up hits her. "Okay, I go get Petrovich..." She tells Rogue, pointing at her in a slow motion, sobriety test, like manner. Nose to point, nose to point.

Her cheeks puff, her head shakes, and she leans in as if to give Kitty a hug and Lockheed a headbutt. "If I am not coming back in several minutes, I maybe passed out." Drunkin Teleporting is dangerous for everyone. Both hands straighten her shirt on the way to Rogue's chair, bumping the arm of said chair, with her hip, rather than Rogue herself. Lastly, she almost falls on Doug, but manages to keep from doing so. She reaches out as if she's going to ruffle his hair, "He so hard on himself..." Frowning a little, she doesn't really know what's going on because of a variety of reasons, but it clearly bothered him! "Okay! I be back soon!"