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Forced Education is still learning, right
Date of Scene: 14 August 2019
Location: Bushwick, Brooklyn
Synopsis: Henry takes Laura and Noriko on an impromput trip to clean a park in Mutant Town. They befriend Michael, a reformed drug dealer. Then eat Shirataki.
Cast of Characters: Beast, X-23, Surge




Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy isn't quite taking a LARGE group of kids today, just a couple of seniors who happen to be available on this late summer day for a trip to a park in Bushwick. Driving a van out that way, he looks back at a stoplight to those who are attending. "There's a nice park that we should be able to make nicer. We just need to clean up some litter, and prepare to plant some, well, some plants."

X-23 has posed:
This is certainly the most unusual mission Laura's ever found herself on. But a mission is a mission. The short mutant girl sits patiently in the van, and will comment simply in return "I have no effective gardening skills." As in, never done it.

Surge has posed:
How did she get roped into this crap, man.

Noriko, with her shock of blue hair standing up in electric spikes, is trudging along behind Henry with her hands in her pockets, popping bubble gum, with her combat-boots, cut off jean shorts with frayed hem, and tanktop.. She has a flannel tied around her waist and a pair of goggles up on her forehead.

"What?" She asks, peeking up when she sees mouths moving, and reaching to pull one of the earbuds from her... ear. Very loud music. "Holy shi-...shimallamamalame...." Teacher "This place is cute.." Glancing at the not so cute park that needs tons of renovations.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy knows he's in for something with this pair. As he drives finally to the park, which is RATHER run-down, graffiti-laden, and contains a few undesirable-looking individuals. Even what appears to be some sort of drug deal. "It'll be a learning experience then. But I'll be honest. There are a lot of students I wouldn't have taken here, on this trip. I took you two, because I know you could hande yourselves if something got out of hand. But let's hope that doesn't happen alright?" Finally pulling the van up, and shutting it down. "First step is just to pick up the trash. We have large trash bags in the back. I also recommend the heavy gloves. Don't want to get stabbed by any needles."

X-23 has posed:
"You will likely injure your ears with your music at that volume." Laura comments to Noriko. Helpful, after all. She steps out of the van, and looks about. "Are we to remove the criminals?" she asks Dr. McCoy, looking over to the drug deal taking place, as she walks around to the back of the van. She takes out one of the big trash bags, and comments, almost idly, "Needles are irrelevant."

Surge has posed:
"Oh man..." Noriko is pushed up against the glass until her nose is smushed flat and her cheek is white from the pressure, just to get a better look at the park as they're pulling into one of the parking spots. In seconds she's out of the vehicle and straightening her tanktop, "Dude, this place is a nightmare.. who even lets a park get this bad?" That would be humanity, no matter their x-gene... and then she spies the drug deal, "I got this." Double pointing, totally not planning to steal their stash or anything.

She's almost an adult, afterall.

Until Beast jumps her and she's pulled up super short on that, "Oh man.. come on, dude. Look at'em.." Double hands held out in their direction, "They're practically begging for it.. spoiler alert? We could totally wreckify their day." And definitely not steal their stash.

Beast has posed:
The criminals aren't waiting around to see what Hank's answer is. A few are starting to circle the van already. The shiny, nice looking van. But when Hank gets out, there's an audible "Osh..." from one of them, "McCoy!" Most of them take off, but one remains staring at Hank. Hank chuckles, and gives a cheery wave to the drug dealer with a case of hero worship. That'st wo fewer criminals in the park, at least.

"Don't pick any fights, but defend yourself. And do mind the needles, Laura. If a needle is laced with hook... what if it affects you anyway? And Noriko... sadly that's more of a poverty thing. Long term we want these kids to have more options, but when, well, some mutations still make it tough to hold down a real job..."

X-23 has posed:
Laura watches the criminals, until they start to leave. She frowns at Hank's statement, but will obligingly take out a pair of the gloves and put them on. "This seems counterproductive. This place will be in disrepair again within days." she predicts, as she starts to look about for trash.

Surge has posed:
Noriko watches drug dealers scatter and glances back at Hank with a raised brow, "My dude... that's legit a.f..." Fishing around in her back pocket for her phone, thumbing off the lock to quickly dance thumbs across the screen. "So... we're just gonna pick up trash and stuff? That's what we're here to do? What is the long game? What am I learning, Teach?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grins at Noriko. "I spend enough time here that I've built somewhat of a reputation. Getting shot at, repeatedly, and still coming back the next day tends to scare people." For his part, he gets on some Hank-sized gloves and gets to work picking trash. "It won't fall back to disrepair if I can help it. i'm in this neighborhood at least 4 days a week, usually. i'll keep an eye on it, and ask friends to keep an eye on it. The long game is to encourage local community members to keep an eye on it, and build it into a community safe place."

X-23 has posed:
"If the community was concerned about it, it would not have gotten into this state in the first place." Laura says, logically. Still, she's diligently picking up trash and putting it into the bags. "This would be easier if we had a telekinetic." Some of the pieces of trash are very small to pick up with heavy gloves.

Surge has posed:
Noriko turns in a small circle to get a good look at the whole park in panorama, then back over Hank with her phone slipping into the back pocket of her cut-off shorts. Likewise, nodding with Laura, pointing a finger in the younger Senior's direction, "What she said! We're out here wasting a perfectly good Wednesday morning, without Captain Crunch cereal, picking up trash without a telekinetic?" Sardonic half smirk, hands out, "Come on dude."

Still, with a grumpy flail, she grabs gloves and starts scooping up big pieces of trash to toss like basketballs towards open trashbags. "This feels like community service..." That is precisely what it is, actually. "I think I liked the idea of fighting drug dealers better th- is that a condom..." Kneeling down, arms on her legs, "Oh, nope, just a... no I think this is a condom!"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy glances over again at the drug dealer, and waves him over. "Hey there, you want to help? Gloves and bags in the van. We're going to clean this place up, plants some grass, flowers, and bushes, and make this place so kids can play again. Put up some lights, too." The drug dealer comes closer, and when he does, his mutation is more apparent despite the Yankees cap he has on low: He has a third eye. Not ESP, but literally. "I uh..." He's at a loss, and so silently complies, getting gloves on.

"I disagree that it's the fault of the people who live here. This is a problem that has persisted for long enough, that the people who lived here never had a choice. They never had the opportunity to build something here. We can help. And uh, Noriko, what if I said I'm taking you two someplace nice to eat afterward, as a thank you?"

X-23 has posed:
Any sarcasm is rather lost on Laura, as she keeps picking up the trash. She looks over at Noriko's comment. "It is. Used." She gives a slightly audible sniff. "Also infected. Be careful." So helpful, she is. She keeps working on the trash pickup, and nods to their newest assistant. "If you hold a bag open, I believe that would assist Noriko's method." Which seems to be trashketball.

Surge has posed:
"-Infected-?!" Noriko scrambles back away from it, swinging her hands like karate-chops in its direction, just incase it tries to attack... or infected with some weird techno-organic virus that gives inanimate objects sentience. When neither of those two things are the case, she looks to the Drug dealer come to join them, "Hey, dude.. yeah, what Laura said." Pointing, she holds out her trashbag to him and demonstrates, "I'm working on my jump shot. I think I can have a go at the WMBA."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy smiles and gestures him over. "Why don't you do that? What's your name, son?" The kid nods "Ey... Michael. Michael. You... You helped my grandma." He then starts holding his bag wide open for Noriko, ready to follow her around, eyes on her hair at the moment. "If you're McCoy's friends, I'll help you."

Hank is taken aback, and rubs the back of his neck. "I.. I hope I could help. They didn't let me play college football. Had to do something."

X-23 has posed:
Laura watches Noriko's impromptu defense kata. "I said it was infected, not that it was aggressive." There's the faintest hint of amusement in her voice, though for Laura, that might as well be a loud laugh.

Looking over to Michael, she nods. "I am Laura. Thank you for your assistance." Since he already had Hank and Noriko's names.

Surge has posed:
"I'm kidding, Doc!" Noriko says around Michael, taking another unnecessary jump, shot and totally missing the first time. "Alright, so you know basketball right? When I miss, it was a layup.. and you're just hitting the dunk. Totally intentional. This is how althetics works." She muses at Michael, glancing side ways at Laura, "No... no that's not fair!" Pointing a finger at her, "You didn't specify it -wasn't- aggressive! You know what kind of bullcrap we deal with. I hear infection and I'm thinking space aliens, that's just SOP..." Then around to Hank, "I thought you were kind of square, en el gee... but you're like a real deal badass huh? Er.. Bad dude.. a real bad dude... like the movie.. or that one video- UGH!" Another jump shot, which also misses, LAY IT UP MICHAEL! "-game.."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is about to answer for himself, but Michael takes over for him, so Hank resumes picking up condoms, empty pizza slice cardboard, and other garbage. "McCoy is the toughest dude in Mutant Town, girl." He does get the layup, and resumes holding the bag open. "He got shot and just kept on going. For real, he got shot. I heard from someone who saw it. You can't kill this mother. And he's so damn nice. Except when he jumps in that window, shi..."

Hank clears his throat. "I only jump in a window when it'll possibly prevent a fight that will get somebody killed."'

X-23 has posed:
Laura listens, straight-faced, while Michael goes on about how getting shot and keeping going makes one the toughest. Her getting shot is usually a day ending in Y. She keeps bagging trash, nearly up to a full bag now; her method is precise, if not the fastest...once she's done with a section, even the littlest scraps of paper have been picked up. "If it were aggressive, I would have said that first; it would be more tactically relevant." Everyone knows that.

Surge has posed:
"Hey man, I'm in high school, I can't do getting shot at until at least graduation." Noriko shrugs at Michael, "But I watch Die Hard every Christmas season, so I know a thing or two about tough mothers." Slapping the reformed, at least temporarily so, drug dealer ON THE SHOULDER. Her own cleaning method is... convoluted. At this rate, if left to her own devices, she almost certainly would not finish anytime this decade. Probably because she quit halfway through to find cereal... but Hank said there was food at the end, so pick up trash is the order of the day. "I /guess/... I'm just saying it could have suddenly attacked. Like an opossum... or one of those snakes that flips over on its back to lure in prey.. NEYGH... I'm dead bro.. come get me birdy... yum yu-STRIKE!" Pointing a finger at Laura, "It could have... you don't know."

Beast has posed:
Michael keeps right on eyeballing Noriko, paying attention to every word she says, smiling at the shoulder slap. He does grab pieces of trash when he can, but holding the bag open for her is the A-1 priority. "Die Hard? Isn't that some ancient movie?"

Hank perks up at that. "Die Hard isn't bad. I prefer Robocop if I'm going to watch the classics of action. Terminator hits a little too close to home."

X-23 has posed:
Laura can't help but give another slight smile at Noriko's antics. "You are a very interesting person." she tells her, amusement in her tone. She finishes her first bag, ties it off, and looks to Hank. "Where do we place the completed bags?" She says, picking hers up.

No comments as to movies. She's worse with media references than Captain America is.

Surge has posed:
"It's pretty old, sure, but it's one of the best Christmas movies ever made..." Nori furrows her brow at Michael, "Everyone knows that.. That and a Christmas Story." Another jump shot, this one goes into the open bag and Noriko acts like she just scored the game winning three pointer before the buzzer! "Yes! Take. That. Lakers.." One two punching between each word. Her palm goes out to slap into Michael's, once, twice, three times, "My man over here with the point defense, though.."

Fists in the air she keeps scooping up trash, side eyeing Laura, "Huh? Oh, true yeah. Oh man, you know what I want for lunch? Pasta. Like a big ass bowl of alfredo... with chick- no, shrimp.." Her palm lays on her flat stomach. "Laura! We should have Doc take us to Olive Garden! All you can eat bread and salad, so you can keep your carb count low."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy points "Laura, put 'em back in the van. I've arranged for a dumpster we can drop them off at on the way to dinner. Could do Olive Garden. But I know this great Italian place." Hank himself is light on his feet, trying to pick upall the stuff Noriko is missing as she plays around. But at least she's trying.

Michael nods "I'll watch it if you say it's good, Noriko..." Any high five attempts are returned with gusto. "You want to come down and play sometime? If we get this park fixed up anyway...."

X-23 has posed:
Laura puts the bag in the van, and starts back. "Bread has a very high carbohydrate level. However, protein and carbohydrates are best for energy and health." She does not ascribe to the no-carb lifestyle. She moves back to start over on another section. "Italian food can be exceedingly high in carbohydrates. However, many of the seafood options can be healthy."

Surge has posed:
"Hell yeah, man." Noriko says to Michael when she's invited back to toss the rock when the place is cleaned and disinfected. All those ninja condoms dealt with. "Oh, shit, you know what we should do, Doc?" She snaps and points over towards where the ball courts are, probably in equal disrepair. "We should have a league.. Ya know like sponsored or whatever?" Pointing from the courts, to Michael, to Hank.. she includes herself, even though her ball skills are questionable at best.

She has a half full bag though!

So she's definitely trying harder to do something not mandatory than she usually would.

"Oh, Laura.. your matter of fact diagnostic deconstruction of something as fundamentally excellent as pasta is how you will charm me." Nori says, hands cupped around her mouth so she can say as much long before the other mutant is within conversational speaking distance. At least she stops yelling once the other is closer, "Duuuuude... I would /kill/ for some Shirataki..." Swooning suddenly and dramatically leaning back against Michael, "Catch me, Michael, I am smitten by the idea!"

Beast has posed:
Michael 'catches' Noriko GLADLY, dropping the bag to prop her up with two hands. "A league? Here? Wow. Never got to in school." Hank takes his own bag back, and gets out a tool box. "Speaking of the basketball court... let me get to work on that. The big blue guy then climbs up the pole, and starts working on the bent hoop at one end of the court. "Got a few noodle places we could hit up, Noriko. It's really up to you two, and since I don't think Laura has strong opinions, it's really up to you and Michael." Michael gawks a moment at the implicit invitation, momentarily distracted from Noriko. 'Yes sir... whatever she wants is fine..."

Surge has posed:
Nori pops right back up and side grins at Michael, "Don't get fresh, mister handsy." She teases him, fixing her hair with both hands before ever even considering resuming trash duty. Which she does, as Hank climbs the bean pole to fix the hoops. Albeit with far less gusto now that she's got her mind set on her eatery of choice, "Dude, how much longer are we at this today?" It's been all of thirty minutes right? Who even knows, not long. Certainly not long enough to call it quits, at any rate. "We should have brought the entire class.. this is not a four person job!" Likewise including Michael with another jump shot that almost misses, but then goes in anyways! "Huzzaaaaaah yeeeeaah... Nor-e-ko! Nor-e-ko!" Pantomiming the cheer of the crowd!

Beast has posed:
Michael might have been blushing if his dark skin made it easy to see whether he was blushing, at her joking accusation. But he does take his hands right off of her and grabs the bag again. Hank finishes one hoop, then leaps off to climb the other one as he replies "The whole class? Look, what if instead of Michael here it had been someone whose grandma didn't raise him right? Get the trash on the other side of the court here though, and we can call it a morning and get lunch."

Surge has posed:
"Score!" Noriko grabs hold of Michael's sleeve and tugs him in the direction of the otherside of the court. One way to encourage a wild, hungry Nori is with the promise of no more work.... which is kind of ironic since that's precisely how work works. Her sudden energy and exuberance in cleaning trash might well be the stuff of legend, tossing pieces in the open bag with the occational off handed joke directed at Mikey, "Dude, have you had authentic Shirataki? Ugh... my uncle Hikaru is a chef in Kyoto.. it'll curl your toes, no shit, legit that good."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy finishes up his work: straightening the hoop, re-securing it to the backboard, then hopping back down onto the court. "We've done a lot for a half hour. Four people willing to work can make a difference. Let's get that lunch."

Michael is wide-eyed at...well, Noriko. "What is Shirataki?"

Surge has posed:
Noriko glances around the clean court with a bobbing head nod, "Needs a broom to clean up the dirt and a new coat of paint for the lanes, but... Hell yeah, Doc, we kicked this parts /ass/." Nori throws her hands up, then wraps one of them around Michael's shoulders, "Okay, so check it..." The other up as if demonstrating some diagram, "You take a bed of rice noodles..." And thus begins the twenty minute sermon exactly how to make Shirataki noodles.

Beast has posed:
Michael grins at the hand on his shoulder again, and well, tries to rest his own hand on her if he can get away with it. "Never had that before..." he murmurs, nodding at every word she says. Hank sees this, clears his throat, and sees about making sure the bags are all tied off and gotten into the van. Which somehow takes him 20 minutes before he calls out "Alright, time to eat."