8796/Hanging out in the X-Rec

Hanging out in the X-Rec
Date of Scene:	14 August 2019
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Friends chat and a gig is set up
Cast of Characters:	Cannonball, Nightingale, Surge, Beast, Mason Steele

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Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is here in the Rec room today. He is grabbing a drink from the fridge setting it on the bar, and then moving over to look through the snacks pondering what he wants. He seems to be just chilling.

Nightingale has posed:
Sam isn't the only one looking for snacks. Shannon's going to the fridge, pulling out some vanilla ice cream and root beer. Some days, simple pleasures were the best, and after recent events, something tried and true was definitely a comfort. She seems a little distracted, though there is something of a smile on her face at the moment.

Surge has posed:
Noriko slips in quietly, at least for her, wearing a tanktop and pinstriped dress pants cut off just below the knees into frayed end shorts. In place of her usual combat boots are floppy eared bunny slippers and her electric blue spikey hair is hidden beneath a white slouchie. A pair of wires run from both ears, phone in her hand, headed for the fridge, and completely unaware anyone is infront of her until she almost bumps into either of Sam or Shannon.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Ok, when did we get to be the stooges." He looks over to Sunsan "A wise guy eeeehhh.' He will grab a couple small bags of different chips, and move to vault over the bar to the main room giving the girls a bit more room.

Nightingale has posed:
"Ooof!" Shannon does get bumped out of the way, drawing her wings in a little more tightly so as not to thwap Noriko with them. "Sorry about that... you okay?" Sam's remark gets a genuine laugh from her, cheeks turning a little bit rosy. "Nyuk nyuk nyuk!"

Surge has posed:
"AH! WHAT THE FUCK!" Noriko shouts when she bumps into Shannon, mostly out of surprise because she totally had no idea anyone was in front of her, than being upset about bumping into someone. "Holy shit.. Shannon." Breathing, hand to her chest, other hand (holding her phone) on the younger mutants shoulder. "God, I almost died.. a heart attack, right here... I was close, I saw the light.. it was scary cus the light was very red and there was fire." Sam gets a finger wave and she side steps to find a soda in the fridge, it is not surge, do not make the joke.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well if it is red and hot, you might want to make sure your on Illyana's good side." He teases a bit, and looks over to the ladies "Any TV requests before I start picking things?" He says as he puts his snack and drinks next to the cofy chair.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon calls out to Sam, "Hey, lazy morning calls for classic 'toons. Any of those on?" She sets her rootbeer float fixings down on a small nearby table and checks Noriko, not having learned just how seriously to take her colorful hyperbole just yet. "I hope that's a joke?" Her brows furrow with concern, though she doesn't touch anybody just yet. She seems a tiny bit on edge today, if anything.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy comes on in, sees that... root beer floats are on the making? "Well that's a nice thing to see after a hard morning's work, and some lunch..."

Surge has posed:
"Uhhh..." Nori feels her pulse, squinting, the can of soda up in her armpit.. Then shakes her head at Shannon, "No, still good, but I think I have my own defib anyways, so all should be fine regardless." The squirrel Japanese mutant hops over the back of a couch and nearly clips her toe, which almost creates a situation, but she manages to make it look like it was all intentional by sprawling out sideways... and immediately crossing her ankles in Samuel's lap as if he invited this familiarity, which he did not, "I'm with Flutteryshy.. Let's get some toooooons!" Waving a cracked open soda in Hank's direction, "DOC! Thanks for lunch! Guys, we has sharitaki... it was heaven."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will lift Noriko's feet and says "No blocking the aisles " As he was in the chair not the couch." He looks over to Hank, and says "Hey Hank, care to join us for some Looney Toons, maybe a bit of Tom and Jerry?" He will ask the man. When you say classic he thinks real classic it seems.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon facepalms, epically so. "For frak's sake, it's NOT 'Fluttershy'! Nightingale... please." Okay, so Noriko was in one piece. Good. One less thing to worry about. Though she'd definitely have to have a word with Negasonic about that damnable nickname later on! Grumbling softly, she gets another glass for Hank's rootbeer float, and sets to making the sweet, frothy, fizzy treats. She nods in his general direction and smiles a little bit, though her wings are held in a very tense pose behind her.

Surge has posed:
Classic becomes relative when in 2027.

In theory, classic is anything older than 20 years, so Gundam Wing... Dragon Ball Z.. Ren & Stimpy. These are /also/ classics. Thankfully, Nori is probably already gotten into the edibles by 13:35 and doesn't really care what's on the television. "I never understood why people thought these were funny." Slurping noisely as her feet are pushed off Sam, earning him a mock pout, pulling them up beneath her instead so as to make room on the end of the couch. "Oooo I'm a coyote.. I'm chasing a roadrunner... ooo I blew myself up.."

Wiggling her hands dramatically and sarcastically, "I can't possibly look for a more easily acquired target for dinner.. I have to have this particular, pesky roadrunner because evolution has taught me that life is a series of endless painful events in the never ending cycle of food, fight, fornicate.. The Triple F of nature!" She rolls her eyes and slams her head back on the arm of the couch. "OH! Nightingale, true." Pointing up and over at Shannon, "Is that like a take on Florence Nightingale...? Asking for a friend."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gives Noriko a ruffle on the head at the thanks. "You're welcome. You and Laura did good work. Well, you, Laura, and Michael." He approaches the others, and looks over what they're up to at the moment. "Sam, Shannon. Oh hey, thanks," he says as he's offered a glass by Shannon. "And sure thing, Sam, I could use a break myself."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods and gets the cartoons started, and will move to get comfortable in his chair opening up a small bag of chips, and asks "So everyone doing ok?" He asks looking over the group, eyes lingering on Shannon a moment perhaps.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs. "Surviving." Short, sharp, sweet response. Otherwise, she says little, except to put the rootbeer and ice cream away, before enjoying her drink. It seems to be a little bit relaxing to her, a familiar comfort to reach for. She raises her glass to Hank before taking a sip. "Yeah, actually that's exactly it... Noriko, right? I'm bad with names sometimes." She smiles faintly for a moment. "When my healing gifts came in, my folks started calling me their little Nightingale for just that reason. It stuck." She shakes her head and laughs a little bit. "They weren't counting on the wings a few months later."

Surge has posed:
Noriko brings her can up in salute of Henry, "One small step for man... one giant leap for japanese noodles." She murmurs, eyes starting to droop a bit. It had been an early morning of cleaning up a park and Nori wasn't exactly the early to bed, early to rise sort of student. "I think Fluttershy fits you better, but who am I." Shrugging hands up, soda finished in several quick gulps so she can put the can down on the table to be delt with either, later or by someone else.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy takes a drink from his straw, assuming he has one (he'd better!), and chuckles. . "Sometimes, surviving is all you can do. Surviving with grace and your principles intact is the most important thing we can do in life, honestly."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and looks over to them, and says "Fluttershy might work for her twitter name if she wanted to use it, but not a good code name for her. Shannon here gets to know ya, she is polite, and friendly but not really shy. Also to be honest, Ah would wager from what Ah have seen about her, she maybe the most outgoing of us as time goes by.

Nightingale has posed:
"NOT Fluttershy. Please." Now it's Sam that gets a filthy look from her, and she shakes her head. "Please... don't encourage that? It'll take forever to get rid of the name if it starts to stick." Just as she takes another gulp of her root beer float, she hears Sam say something about 'outgoing', and nearly snorts some vanilla ice cream. She winds up spraying a little of her float, and heaven help anyone in the splash zone! "Me? Outgoing? As if."

She cleans herself up, coughing a little bit and taking a few deep breaths. That would teach her to inhale her drink! She nods to Hank, considering his wisdom for a moment. "Principles intact... check. Grace? Working on that part."

Surge has posed:
Nori waves both hands at Shannon, "Got it, got it, no Fluttershy..." Rolling to her left off the couch and up onto her feet with a little hop. She looks drained, like actually drained, of energy as she meanders about looking for something. As was mentioned, she left the can behind, but she might not be done with it. There's a sluggish listing, feet kind of dragging as she finds whatever she was hunting and crawls beneath the table to get to it.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy looks to Noriko. "You look like you need a Mountain Dew or something, for a mid-day caffeine rush." he states definitively before digging back into his float. "Good stuff, thanks Shannon."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow will raise a bit watching Noriko, but he has a bit of an idea what she might be looking for. He looks over to Shannon "Ah said for twitter and such no code, but if your not happy with it for their either is all good. You would be surprised at al the names Ah had for Rahne, mostly based around her hair to be honest.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon drags a beanbag over near Sam's chair and flops down in it, quiet as anything. She just shrugs, and hugs her knees to her chest, letting the 'toons distract her for a few minutes. "Guess people are going to call me what they will."

Surge has posed:
The lights begin to flicker for a second and there's a sound like a breaker starting to kick in. The Television temporarily loses signal when power is no longer going to the wifi router box, but resumes a few short minutes later when it restarts.. Shortly after that, Noriko pops up to her feet with her arms wiggling, "WOOOO!" shadowboxing, blue energy coursing aover her gauntlet covered forarms humming a hollow sound as it passes through the air. "Okay! I feel ready to kick the days ass! I want so cereal! Who else wants some cereal?!"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy looks at the cartoons, and the flickering... and chuckles as the reason for it becomes apparent. "Might I suggest the Dew next time, such that wedon't damage electrical equipment?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Hey if it bugs ya, Ah aint going to call ya it, like Ah said, Ah feel you will outgrow it." He looks over to Noriko, and asks "Not picking up enough ambient charge through the day Noriko?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs a little, her wings relaxing a little bit behind her. She looks a bit surprised as the lights and the TV flicker, but it's not hard to put two and two together to figure out why it happened--particularly when Noriko comes out shadow boxing. "That... is something I've never seen. What's that like for you?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    A pair of drumsticks in his hands, the token student celebrity, Mason Steele, wanders into the rec room, dressed in a loose tank top and sagging shorts, and barefoot. His left hand twirls one stick, and lets out a half drumroll on the doorjam as he passes through. Airbuds are in his ears, and his right arm snaps out to the opposite side, letting out a loud wrap against the other side of the wooden threshold.

    He spots the room full of fellow mutants, and tosses his classic toothy grin and walks past the fuzball table, using it as a new surface for drum playing as he makes his way toward the snacks, oblivious to any conversation that might have come prior to his arrival.

Surge has posed:
"Like smoking meth." Which she's never done. Noriko is still crackling with recently absorbed electricity, the current running along the gauntlets on her arms and up into her shock blue hair, "God damn, that feels good!" Still shadow boxing with all this newly acquired energy. "Mountain Dew has nothing on this, Doc.." Completely improper form chops like she's in a kata... So much juice.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well hope it don't rot your teeth and cause you to blow up your trailer." He says sounding like he may have some experience with those who do smoke and make it. "Stuff's a blight, back home, that and oxy, seems like they both run wild all over the mountains.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gets a message on his phone, and pulls it out. "Sorry kids, gotta run and take care of this. Got a ... well I can't really tell you that. Tahnks again for sharing."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shivers a little bit. "Something I don't plan on ever trying. So basically, a whole coffee pot full of espresso-strength brew all at once?" She glances at Sam with concern as she hears of things like that being a problem back home, and tilts her head a little bit. "I'm sorry... didn't mean to bring something like that up for you." The drumming at the doorway and on the fuzbal table actually gets her to crack something of a smile, and she raises her glass towards Mason. "Hey there."

Surge has posed:
"Not literal meth, Sam." Noriko bops over to Samuel, patting him on the shoulder. The energy normalizing inside her to something resembling baseline. Now that it's not newly drained, she double points at Shannon, "That would have probably been a far more politically correct way to say it, yes... but check it. I'm going to get some captain crunch. If you see Negasonic, tell her I said... sup." She up nods, "Don't forget the up nod?" On her way out, she winks at Mason.

She did not throw the can away.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason gives an inverted nod of greeting with a big smile toward Shannon, "Hey," he says, pulling one airbud out. "Meth? It's crap, like, what you do if you can't afford real drugs, and makes you look like a zombie," he agrees. "Like, you never hear about any success stories of people on meth. Cocaine, heroin, pot, they all got famous names. Meth, it's always trailer trash." Clearly Mason wouldn't do meth, it's not a cool enough drug. He tosses a flipping drumstick in his hands, and salutes with the freed right hand toward Noriko. "Hi, Mason Steele," he says with a slightly flirtatious smile. He catches the drumsticks again, and makes his way to the drinks fridge, opening it and pulling out a lipton tea. Raspberry!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Noriko and sighs at the can "Hey Mason, been meaning to catch you, you up for doing a night at the club sometime soon? We up the security and should be much better, could use some names." He looks to Shannon and says "Ah was dumb enough to try drugs once and really did not know what it was still not 100% sure to be honest, but na, not again.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs. "Never saw the point of drugs, but that's just me." She looks about to open her mouth to say something else but is cut short by Sam, and clams up again. She'd have to ask Mason later on. She drums her fingers along the side of her glass in an odd, chimey sort of counterpoint to his drumming, the rhythm smoothing out to a rollicking sort of jig, in 6/8 meter.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason arches his brow. "Club? I have no idea what club you're talking about, but the answer is yes. Are there free drinks?" Nevermind that he's seventeen, it's never stopped him before. He seems to be unaware of Shannon's attempt to say something, and starts to wander back to the couches and bean bags where everyone else sits, giving a glance to the parting Noriko as she makes her way out. He flops belly first onto a beanbag chair, rear higher than his head, and tries to drink some of his canned iced tea. He succeeds, with a little difficulty.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Club Evolution. I am running it now." He will tell the other man. "Dazzler is doing a show or two there, and still trying to get ahold of Lila to see if she can do one. All the free soda, and tea you can drink." He tells the man about the free drinks.""

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows a little. "Nothing like the Hellfire, then?" Translation: Is it safe for angels to go there? She stifles a bit of a giggle as she sees Mason trying to drink his iced tea in that rather undignified position. "We'll have to get together sometime soon, Mason... got a small project I was hoping to run by you." She gets up, hugging Sam and then Mason lightly. "I'll see you two around... just going to go clear my head a bit." With that, she's out the door, root beer float and all.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason finishes his sip. "That's not the drinks I was talkin' about," he says. He rolls to accept the hug from Shannon, "Yeah, I'd be happy to," he says with a grin. Once she walks out the door, it's no secret that Mason's watching her rear. He glances back at Sam. "So Dazzler's gonna be there too?" he asks, "That's pretty sick. Wait," he holds up a drumstick. "Nobody's gonna mention I'm a mutant, right?" he asks.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "If you don't want it to come out, we have normal and mutants both who play. Might have to let it be known that either you will play most any place for money or that your ok with mutants at least." He will tell the man "And I know what ya mean, but it is an all age club mostly, and don't need to get in trouble for serving minors. Heck I could not drink there till this last Febuary.""

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well, Andrea was super out there, and we were dating for a while," Mason says, "So I think most people know I'm okay with mutants. I even had someone threaten to cut my balls off for it," he arches his brow, as if it's a mark of bravery that he withstood such persecution. "But I can def do soemthing there, I'll let my manager know and stuff."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "Ah appreciate it, trying to put as much back into the community as we can, and big shows get people to come out, and gets scouts coming out on occasion to hear some of the new talent, and maybe get a few more people chances.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Oh, so like, help some mutant artists get started?" Mason asks, perking significantly. "I would be so very up for that. If we can get more mutants in the industry, will be kinda like gays in the military. Used to be a big thing, now, they're like, all over the place, and nobody notices." He turns around to sit more properly in the seat, and takes another drink of his tea.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We do local talent two nights a week, so mostly bands with at least one if not multiple mutants in it. This one band has this three armed drummer, he is a beast, the drum machines can't keep up with him. Hmmms and says "You just gave me an idea, I have to talk to Berto about. He might want to do a recording studio as part of his corporation to help mutants.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "I mean, I can talk to some people," he says. You only get taken so seriously if you aren't at least like, 23 in the industry, but I know some people." He grins. "People think you run the show when you are on the stage, but in the end, I always feel like low man on the totem pole." He shrugs. "Oh, maybe I could play some of the stuff the label doesn't want." A light comes on in his head. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well long as ya mostly family friendly. I mean I am ok with stuff could not be on the radio but would not want a whole set of stuff that was do drugs, shoot people, have sex. Ya know?

Mason Steele has posed:
    "None of it has to do with drugs or shooting people, don't worry." No comment on the third category. "It's stuff the label doesn't want because it is usually too complex to appeal to a broad audience. Basically, people who aren't deep into music don't get it." He shrugs.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Well am ok with it, if there is something for some reason I have a problem with it will let you know after the set so you get to play it at least once." He jokes with him

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Sure sure," Mason says with a grin. "So, I'm gonna continue with my drum line writing," clearly what he was doing on his way in. "Just drop me an email and stuff so I can tell my manager." He unceremoniously rolls out of the beanbag chair, expertly keeping his tea upright as he does, then gets to his feet, drumsticks in his other hand like chopsticks. He clicks them once. "Gotta go meet that Noriko girl some more," he comments with a waggle of his eyebrows. Wasn't he just checking out Shannon? Welp, that's Mason.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Have a good one man, and will get the info for you and him both. Thanks man, and if there is anything you need, let me know and will help out in any way I can." He offers a hand shake as the other is going.