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Old records off the shelf
Date of Scene: 20 August 2019
Location: Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
Synopsis: Karaoke night at Club Evolution, with many from Xavier's in attendance. Sam and Shannon also talk things out, all is well.
Cast of Characters: Spider-Man, Shadowcat, Cannonball, Cypher, Armor, Typhoid Mary, Nightingale




Spider-Man has posed:
Pete was sitting on the edge of a building in Queens enjoying an early dinner with his cellphone in his costumed hands thumbing across the screen rapidly, the visible portion of his face broken off in a grin around the chewing of some on the go meal. A hamburger or some such probably... but most likely a sub from Angelos... he does love Angelos.

|want to go out? I want people to see Im with the fairest Princess in the Kingdom|

resting on his lorals with his back pressed up against the bricks and his fingers locked behind his half masked head, still grinning at the sharp turn of luck that he's experienced over the last few weeks/month. Hey! It's Spider-Man! "Hello foot pedestrians! It's my favorite fan on the citidal!" Double pointing.

They do not get the joke.

Shadowcat has posed:
Spider-Man's phone chimes with an incoming text:

"Do I ever! I thought you'd never ask and were going to leave me sitting here all alone singing about you like Sweet Polly Purebread or something. Where to?"

Back in Westchester, Kitty Pryde tosses her phone aside and heads for the closet to look for something to wear. "I really need to raid Rogue's closet again," she tells Lockheed as the dragon looks up from the bed, sensing her mood which suddenly got so much better after a long day at work.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spidey brings his hands down from behind his head to check the message and breaks off engaging with his adoring, if ill-informed, fans to thumb a quick reply. What's left of his sandwich is devoured in a few quick bites and his mask rolled down over his face. For once he's glad that it's a quiet night and that he'd not ventured very far from his apartment!

|How about evolution?|

Followed by a gif of Patrick Swayze hoisting Jennifer Grey into a swan

|Nobody puts Kitty in a corner|

The phone disappears into a little web backpack and he's away on a line, swinging rapidly in the direction of his apartment to get a quick shower, change, and maybe a shave? Yeah, definitely a shave. You know people don't talk about their grooming habits enough? Supposing we're suppose to accept that they do them, but it needs mentioning every once in a while to keep the flow going.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty gets ready. Showering and shaving her legs - too bad she can't just phase out from under those pesky hairs - and then getting dressed for the club. She adds a touch of makeup, and then a light dash of some perfume. Just enough for Peter to notice, but have to get really close to smell it well.

She heads to New York, arriving a step later, and then going to catch a subway train over to Bushwick from the Village. Eventually she arrives in Mutant Town, making her way out of the subway and back onto the sidewalk. She walks down the streets, her light, airy silk skirt swaying about her as she approaches the club and looks around for her erstwhile date.

Spider-Man has posed:
The options are slim picking as Pete goes through his closet with a little frown. Jeans and a t-shirt aren't going to cut it so that limits him to... something Betsy probably got him that's sat mostly unused for months (if ever). At first he almost doesn't put it on, but then he considers it in the mirror. The telepath may not have meant for it to be worn to impress Kitty, but... he really does want to impress Kitty, so that's what he goes with.

A black button up silk blend top with matching slacks. The shoes are equally as nice and require knocking some dust off before he can put them on. Last is his pair of watches clipped onto his wrists as he slips out of his apartment and down to Kitty's car parked up along the sidewalk after a quick trot down the stairs spinning the keys around his index finger.

He's clean shaven with his hair combed back and for a change he doesn't look like a beach bum! He might even smell good, something light, probably his Uncles favorite. Cool Water or something equally 90s.

The trip over isn't /that/ long, Pete drumming the steering wheel as he looks for a place to park, pulls in, and jogs the rest of the way to where they arranged to meet with a goofy grin.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde is waiting outside the club, watching the people lining up to get in. Her stomach has a few butterflies in it as she waits. It's silly, she tells herself, yet they are there. That it matters that much to her is enough to give Kitty Pryde a somewhat goofy grin. She moves over to lean against pole as she waits.

A car pulls up to the curb, the passenger window going down to reveal two men inside. "Hey babe, want to go for a spin around the city?" the one at the window says. Kitty shakes her head towards him. "Nope, waiting for my date," she says.

"Oh, if you were my date I wouldn't keep you waiting," he tells her. Kitty replies, "If you were my date, I wouldn't have got here early all anxious to see him." The driver lets out a coarse laugh. "Burn!" he says to his friend.

Just then Kitty sees Peter approaching. "Have fun driving," Kitty says to them before moving across the sidewalk to meet Peter. She looks him up and down. "Peter. Wow," she says, eying his clothes. "You look great."

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete side eyes the car near Kitty, the goofy grin almost faultering, but when it drives off on the wings of a firey hot 'burn', it redoubles, "Now, Kits... you know you shouldn't feed the trolls.." Opening his hands in a little spin that's way too graceful for a chemistry teacher and stops facing her with tilt of his head to properly gaze upon his dates attire, "If I'd know we were getting all dressed up, I'd have thrown on something a little nicer... you look incredible." Holding out an over turned hand with a wink, "Ready to go make my night difficult swatting off your would be suiters with a broom?"

He doesn't get into where the clothes came from, since it is entirely likely she knows, but the point is he wore them for /her/! And that has to count for something. He hopes. He really hopes that. "Sorry it took me so long... half way here I wondered why I didn't pick you up in Manhattan, then I thought about evening traffic getting there and how that would have been an hour... and while that would have been the right thing to do from a gentleman standpoint, it would have got us here three hours from now... which seems counter productive, but the point is!" Raising a finger expressively.

"... Honestly I don't know if I have a point, did I mention you look incredible?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie took a moment to change into nicer clothes than earlier. Dress pants, and purple dress shirt. He looks over to Doug, and says "I put the word out any of the kids at the school who want to come out should.' He will head towards the door, and seeing Kitty and Peter in line, he will speak to the doorman and they get offered to cut the line with he and Doug.

Cypher has posed:
Doug is working, on his phone. Working, working, working, he's always working, and quite honestly, he looks a little tired. "I'm just gonna find a quiet place and get some more work done," He says to Sam. "...But could I have a pitcher of beer?" He's too young to drink, but he's asking, anyway. Working, and drinking.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty slips her hand into Peter's as they start walking over towards the club. She has a bright smile and ends up laughing. "God you are such a dork," she says as if quoting someone, but the expression on her face makes it a good thing. "I didn't want you to have to fight through traffic for me," she tells him simply as they move to get in line, still holding hands.

When she sees Samuel Guthrie waving them over, Kitty smiles and motions towards them so Peter will see. They walk over to join he and Doug. "Evening," she tells them with a smile. She lets go of Peter's hand to be able to give both men a warm hug of greeting if allowed before they pass inside the club. "Anything special planned for tonight? Musical acts or anything?" Kitty asks as she looks around the inside of the crowded club.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Oh I know... I know." Pete rubs his hand across his slicked back hair and flings it to the side as if oozing with dorkdom, "It's part of my charm, at this point.. you just have to embrace it, hope it doesn't sufficate you.. become one with the Dork." Squeezing the fingers laced into Kitty's as the pass through the line and into the busy club with a grin. "Doug! Sam!" When the pair are pointed out, ushering the pair of Kitty and himself in their direction with a beaming smile, "Sup... Sam, friend, this place is great." Pointing around at all the people doing what people do at places of this Elk.

A side glance at Kitty, jutting his head at the bar, "Drink? I'm going light..." Patting his stomach, "Gotta watch my carb intake with the semester starting." Dork who makes no sense. That's Peter. Leaning a hip and an elbow against the bar, "Doug, dude.. you uh... ever take a break or something? How do you even keep track with all the noise, anyways? Are you wearing headphones?" Squinting.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to Doug and a brow raises, but he says "Sit with me, and it should not be too loud." He will tell the other man, and does hug Kitty even shakes Pete's hand if he stays still long enough. "Local talent night, even put a little big of time around 7:30 or so for some karaoke , not something we do very often, but since I put up a thing for the kids at the school to come out, thought might get them to come out of their shell, and maybe laugh at some of the teachers some.

Armor has posed:
Hisako Ichiki is one of the students who heard about this, and in she comes. Having managed to change before coming over, dressed more casually for a change, she looks aorund, and seeing familiar people, wanders in their direction with a wave.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Someone got into line early. Thus, she is already inside and sitting at the bar. Typhoid's dressed in her usual costume which is to say not much at all. At least there is the leather jacket and one full pants leg to give some coverage since there is no shirt. The left leg us just covered in a fishnet stocking. She has her face makeup on, only one side pure white.

The good news: She isn't wearing any weapons. Door guys were doing their job tonight--and she wasn't in the mood for a fight.

She takes the bottle of Mezcal and pours herself another shot, slamming it back before popping the lime slice into her mouth. After, she lets out a sigh of satisfaction.

She spins around on the stool, glancing at the group that just came up. A bright smile is turned their way as she eyes them all. "Aren't you all just cute enough to eat. Just kidding. I don't bite." She pauses and her eyes narrow slightly. "Much."

Cypher has posed:
Doug's hug is distracted. He looks tired, his eyes are bloodshot. "Huh?" He says, looking up. "Sorry, sorry, I've just been buried in my work." He gets back to it, burying his face into his phone. He looks up, and squints, and then looks over at Sam, and then at Kitty, and then at Peter, and at Hisako, and at Mary, and then sighs, slowly, and bends back to his phone. "How're you, Pete?" Overworked, not sleeping... perhaps something is bothering him.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty's expression shows concern for Doug. "You need to take some time off. Don't let yourself get lost in the patterns," she tells him quietly, her hand resting on his shoulder and giving a squeeze.

The brown-haired young woman, for the first time in Evolution not having the hand stamp that would indicate she's not of age to drink, turns back to Peter and smiles to him. "A drink sounds wonderful," she tells him, moving over to rest a hand lightly on his back to let him lead the way over to the bar. Kitty spots Hisako and gives her a friendly wave as the pair head to the bar.

They arrive at the bar and there's a moment that eyes open wide. Miss Pink looks over at the woman on the stool. "Walker," she says slowly in greeting, and from her expression, likely considering this might not be a coincidental bumping into each other.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Yeah man... You look like you could really use a night off." Pete mirrors Kitty's concern with a little frown, drumming fingers on the table beside Doug, "Let me get you a proper drink, yeah? Help you relax." Smiling, if distractedly, seeing Hisako to whom he gives a little wave. With the hand in his back, he motions around, "Any late takers? Doug, I'm looking at you pal... You know what, don't worry about it, I'm going to get you something anyways." Then he's off, Kitty temporarily in tow towards the bar to place drink orders.

Passing, with a side glance, Typhoid. The familiarity, at least in so far as Kitty seems familiar, draws his attention with a perked brow, but no question yet. Fingers curl up along the base of his skull, scratching into the hairline lightly as he leans forward against the bar. "One rum and cokes, One sprite and vodka, and...." A glance at Kitty, jutting his head slightly side to side, "A whiskey sour." Nodding definitively, "I am using deductive reasoning. Like a scientist." Another glance back towards Mary, then to Kitty. "Friend of yours? I think she left some of her clothes at home..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will move towards one of the better tables in the place, but not the best one, that is saved more for paying customers. He makes a hand motion over to the bartender that gets a nod in reply. He does look over watching the interplay between Kitty and Mary.

Cypher has posed:
"I uh... thank you." Doug says. Then he shakes his head. "Too busy, too much to *do*. Got a lot on my plate." It's the sort of habitual overwork where if you stop, even for a little while, something unpleasant might catch up with you -- he bends back over his phone, its glare reflected in his eyes, as he cycles through apps with minimal touches of that techno-organic hand.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Oh no, they're all here. I'm a little overdressed tonight in fact. Thought I should be formal for the occasion so wore a jacket. Want me to take it off? Don't want to look too stuffy." She flips her collar a bit and pulls at the edges like she's going to remove it, which would leave her with something that should not be seen outside a bedroom and electrical tape to keep her from being arrested. Not that she goes that far. She stops with it just off her shoulders as she hears that name.

There is a moment where Typhoid goes very, very still. She tilts her head and, in that instant, her hair seems looser and less like the dreads she is sporting. The face paint seems to fade the tiniest bit. Her posture shifts, straightens, gets more like she is about to stand at attention, a military bearing almost. Then just like that, it was gone and all the traits of Typhoid came back into control. "Walker's not here. I'll tell her you said hi though." And then she giggles, finding that a little too funny.

Armor has posed:
Hisako Ichiki greets everyone in turn, rattling off a list of names, as she tries to piock a place to sit right at the bar. "So," she says to nobody in particular, just asking those who know better than she does, "the place seems to be pretty well recovered from... stuff." There's a LOT going on and she's mostly quiet, trying to take it in.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty smiles to Peter and says, "With that kind of reasoning you could be Sherlock Holmes." Her smile grows brighter for a moment before she looks back to Typhoid Mary. The smile slips to a slightly more serious expression.

The reaction from Mary is not at all what Kitty was expecting. She gets a curious look. She might be second guessing herself. Especially with that demeanor so different from Walker. Though she knows good actresses, what are the odds of running into Walker thousands of miles from where they met?

Kitty gives a slow nod. If the woman had sought her out, she probably wouldn't have claimed to not be here. Must just resemble Walker. "Sorry about that, thought you looked familiar," Kitty says. "Enjoy your drink" she says in friendly tone before looking back to Peter to let him lead wherever he wishes next.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete's head twitches a little, watching the little changes in Mary with narrowed eyes, but this is a mutant club so... When in Rome or something. His hand flicks a little and he smiles back at Kitty, no real threat detected in his senses, so she much have the right of it, coincidence. "I've been known to Doyle around a little." Said with eyes rolling at himself, the drinks arrive and the whiskey sour is held out for Kitty, the other two taken in hand with one arm nudging her in the direction in Doug and co.

"I'm going to give Doug his drink, finish this, and then we're going to Kevin Bacon this dance floor." Leaning in close to be heard over the music, "Oh, you smell good too?" Sniff. "Nice." The position gives him another glance at Mary, cautious for no reason he can really think of. Maybe it's the poor sweet sanctity of all these innocent eyes she's threatening to reveal the finer, femenine details!

This isn't the Hellfire Club and Shannon isn't here.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Doug, and says "So, can ya tell me what your actually working on?" He will ask his friend, as he fills two mugs with beer from the picture brought to him. Sam and Doug are sitting at a table a bit raised above to give a better view, one of the nicer tables in the place but not the best. Typhoid Mary, and Hisako both have seats at the bar, with Kitty and Pete near and seeming to be talking to Mary.

Cypher has posed:
"Oh, I'm working on the Sentinel problem and I'm planning out the tech network for X-Corp," At the same time. His shoulders tighten, and he lets out a shuddering breath, before he continues, and then he looks up at the drink, and says, "Oh... thank you for the... bourbon and ice. Thanks, Pete." He seems sincere about that.

Then Doug, never much of a drinker, takes that drink, *chugs it*, and grimaces. "Nnnnh!"

Armor has posed:
Hisako Ichiki doesn't get a specific answer, as people are more worried about PRESENT problems to talk about the last issue. So, she shrugs, gets a coke, and begins to sip it. "Any of those things would be a lot for one person. All of them, you have to be careful."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
As Peter and Kitty depart, Typhoid spins back around to her bottle and pours another shot of Mezcal. She keeps her eyes on the departing couple though, watching the table they are headed for and the group they join. Yet for now, she does nothing else but sit and wait.

She isn't trying to be discreet though, staring openly at the group and smiling if anyone happens to look her direction. They will get a toast before she drinks down the shot and pops the lime in her mouth to suck on.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon had been more tired than she realized after the incident in Central Park earlier that afternoon. After Hank had insisted on looking over everyone involved in the medical bay, she had gone to her dorm and promptly fallen asleep--only to have her phone chiming at her to let her know a text message had come in. It turned out to be from Sam, letting her know about the club and that she was welcome to come by that night. What the heck did she have to lose? So she freshened up, got changed, and made her way down to the club. She didn't bother trying to cover up the scrapes on her arms and chin, and the bruises on her shoulders where she had hit the pavement--plus she seemed to be missing a few feathers. Still, she walked in with her head held high, determined not to let what could be a very large social situation get the better of her again.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde and Peter move back over to where the others are at. "It does look like it's recovered nicely," Kitty says to Hisako as she glances about the club. Her eyes go back to Typhoid Mary briefly, but then finally she puts the matter out of her mind and looks back to her friends.

Kitty takes a sip of her whiskey sour and smiles over to Peter. "So, Kevin Bacon you said. Does that mean we need to get them to play something from Footloose?" she asks him. "Though I don't think your hair could survive getting all spikey like that," she tells him with a little grin.

Kitty looks back to Doug and Samuel and says, "Things that need doing. But the work will still be there tomorrow, Doug." She shines a smile at her old and dear friend. "I'm glad you're helping Roberto. I'll do what I can but afraid I don't have as much time for what he needs done on the infrastructure. But if you need any design help, let me know," she says.

Spider-Man has posed:
The rum and coke is held out to Doug a sthe reach the table, Pete letting the young workaholic in training take with a grin, "No worries, matie." Then he's off to find a place to sit at the table beside Kitty, hand on her back as he nurses his own drink with a smirk around it, "My hair barely survives a strong breeze or a long walk... Hell, if I sit too long it'll get lazy and just fall down like a wet noodle."

He's not ignoring Mary, but.. he doesn't know her! Besides, if he stopped what he was doing to stare at every weird thing going on in Evolution, he'd spend all his time looking at other stuff! "Take it from me, Doug... you have to come up for fresh air. There's not enough hours in the day for you to solve every problem in one sitting... have a little fun, get a little rest, looking at it with fresh eyes tomorrow will make the work so much easier."

SPIDER SENSES!

Shannon has entered!

Que FFVI fight music.

Cypher has posed:
...Doug stops, and looks at the empty glass. "Wait, that was a rum and coke, not bourbon?" He says. He blinks, slowly, and then looks up, and sighs, and then he looks up at Typhoid Mary. "That woman is... pseudo-dressed." He says. "And there is something *weird* about her." He frowns, and then clinks the ice in his glass. "I called my mother." He says. "...She hung up on me." There it is.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will put a hand on Doug's shoulder, sorry to hear it brother, you ned someone to talk to I know this lady in Kentucky, she will listen to what you say, tell you your one of hers just like the rest of them, and then tell ya where ya screwing up but she will probably send ya nanner puddin." He tells the other, He does keep an eye on the whole club, and smiles a little when he sees Shannon come in.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Typhoid draws her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the screen. She smiles and reaches into her other pocket, withdrawing a hundred dollar bill which she leaves on the bartop. The phone gets tucked back into her jacket pocket. Standing, she starts to walk away then stops and turns back to the bar. She grabs the bottle. Then she is back on her way to the exitr. No more glances are given toward the group.

It's time to go to work.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon pauses just a little ways into the club, taking a moment to look around. This actually wasn't a half bad place, and actually not as crowded as she thought it might be. There were one or two familiar faces that she recognized right off the bat, at least. She offers a nod in Doug's direction, and cannot help returning Sam's smile with her own. She makes her way through the club and over to the table where the two gentlemen are sitting. "Is there room for one more?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty takes another drink from her whiskey sour. "It's good to see the club back up and going, Sam," Kitty tells him. "But if you all excuse me, I'm going to have this man spin me around and make me look good on the dance floor," she says. Kitty tilts back her glass, drinking the rest of her drink and then rising to her feet. She offers her hand to Peter. "Shall we?" she asks him with a warm grin, her eyes going to check out the crowded dance floor, then back to Peter.

Cypher has posed:
"That's okay." Doug says, blinking back tears. "I'll just steal it out of your care package when she mails one to you." He breaks down into a wet laugh. "Jesus, I'm tired." He rubs his temples, and then sits back, huffing out a breath.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will grip his friend's shoulder, and says "Ah would have her put hot sauce in it, but then Berto might still it." He makes a joke about the whole brazilian food. He looks over and says "Hey Shannon, pull up a seat, Ah think you might be interested in some of the music and karaoke later on." He trys to draw the attention to himself giving his friend a moment

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete finishes his drink in a long swallow and sets it down on the table so he can take Kitty's hand. His pause is only long enough to frown a little at Doug, "I'm sorry to hear that man.. If the nice lady in Kentucky is busy, I know a sweet Aunt over in Queens that will definitely burn cereal for you." His free hand pats the busy mans shoulder, "Now if you'll all excuse me.. I'm going to let the /dance floor/ make Kits look good and try not to embarass her."

His other hand slides around her shoulders, walking them forward towards the busy dance area with his chin leaning down a little against her arm, "You think they have any Bon Jovi? I've always had this dream where I cut a rug to Dead or Alive." That might be true, it might not be. Either way, he'll be grinning the whole time they're out there!

"Wanted... WAAAANTED... dead or alive."

That is not playing.

Cypher has posed:
"Does she..." Doug says, looking up at Pete, "...Does she make wheatcakes?"

Spider-Man has posed:
"If she does, she definitely burns them... but she'll buy you some." Pete says before he's really gone gone.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon does indeed take Sam up on the invitation, sliding into an empty chair at the table. "Thanks. Oooo... music? Karaoke?" She eyes the stage, eyebrows raised. "That -is- tempting. Though it'd be a hard pick between a karaoke machine... and a piano."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "We have keyboards, and some instruments but most bands when they play they bring their own stuff so to be honest Ah aint sure how well in key they are and such.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head, considering this for a moment. "Well, a keyboard would work. Guess it'd depend on the song, too." She shrugs and smiles, her wings ruffling a bit as she settles back in the chair. "Either way, sounds like it could be fun tonight."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "So, if you decide on karaoke got any specific type of music you would want to do? He hmms a bit and studies for a moment pondering

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blushes a little bit and ducks her head. "I guess it'd depend on the song. If it's one I knew on the keyboard, I wouldn't bother with the karaoke machine." She smiles and tucks a wisp of pale gold away behind her ear, thinking for a minute. "Wonder what kind of selection there is, anyways? Which songs would -you- sing?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms a bit and says "For me, one of the one that people would suspect me, might be sixteen tons, but i think I would go with the boys are back in town

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles softly, and drums out a soft, steady beat on the edge of the table. "Some people say a man is made out of mud, a poor man's made out of muscle and blood..." She grins a bit sheepishly over at Sam. "I'm not sure if I know the other one. Maybe if you sang a little bit of it?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie blinks a bit and says "The boys are back in town." He sings the first little bit of the lyrics, not the best singer though. "
     Guess who just got back today
     Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
     Haven't changed that much to say
     But man, I still think them cats are crazy
    " He pauses "Never heard of it?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs and nods. "Yeah I'd heard it, it's just one of those songs you hear and never quite figure out the title to." She picks up with the next few lines, her voice clear and actually fairly strong--and on key.

They were askin' if you were around

How you was, where you could be found

Told 'em you were livin' downtown

Drivin' all the old men crazy

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "Ah had a specific song like that a while back myself, and actually took me a while to figure out the name or the band who sung it."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles, crossing her forearms on the table and resting her chin lightly on top of them. Her scratches evidently just look worse than they feel, and seem to already be healing decently. "Or there's those songs that get stuck in your head out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, and take days to get rid of."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Buffolo Springfield for What it's worth was the one that got me the worse"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and grins a bit. "Mine's actually one from a musical called 'Working'. Local community theater group did a production of that the spring just before I changed. The song's called 'Brother Trucker'." She sings a few lines, in a very velvety, bluesy sort of style.

"Breaker number nine, big buddy
Put your ears on for me now
Big trucker got to have a big lie
So come on, brother trucker
You've got to come back mother..."

The last word trails off, leaving little doubt that the song is likely to get a bit colorful in some spots. Oh, my.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and scratches his chin a bit to this and says "Ah don't think ah heard that one, but the ones that come to mind right off the bat when I think of truck songs. it is more along the lines of Phantom 309, Teddy Bear, Convoy, those are the first ones that come to mind to be honest.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh god, 'Teddy Bear' is a heartbreaking song! And gee, thanks, now I'm going to have 'Convoy' stuck in my head for the rest of the night!" Shannon giggles softly, her light blue eyes twinkling as she peers over at Sam. "I'm not sure if I know 'Phantom 309', though!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Oh Phantom 309 is another a little sad, but cool one. It is about a guy hitch hiking gets picked up by phantom 309, dropped off at a truck stop, goes to buy a coffee tells them phantom 309 set him up, and they tell him phantom 309 died years earlier, jack kniving his truck to avoid hitting a school bus full of kids."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "Sounds almost more haunting than sad. A passing with some meaning to it... sacrifice. The kids were able to live on because Phantom 309 gave everything to make sure they could."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "It is one I like there is a lot of old country Ah like to be honest though like Jimmy Dean, Johnny Forton, and stuff like then there is of course both Hank Williams, sr and jr.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods. "Or the man in black himself. Or the Charlie Daniels Band. God yes... now that's music that still IS music." She smiles wide, and leans back in her chair a little bit, peering around the room. "This is a really nice place, seriously."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and since it is just them he says "Would you believe first thought about working here to impress a girl?" He looks over at her, and says "She and Ah aint a thing no more, but Ah got to think that running this place was a really good thing that came out of it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and grins a little sheepishly. "Believe it or not, I know how it feels, wanting really badly to impress someone you like a lot." She turns a little bit rosy in the face, and looks around a bit more. "Something good came out of yours, though, so that's a good thing. Something you evidently enjoy, or you wouldn't be doing it."

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Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea, have always liked Music, actually I guess you could really sorta call this place a result of two of my exes honestly. Aint nothing like being taken off planet on your first date Ah gues."

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Shannon laughs a little bit, idly touching the leather bag that's always kept with her now. "If it weren't for that, I'd find it hard to believe you went off-planet. You lucky, though. That's the kind of thing I can only dream about. That's the stuff of science fiction."

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Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Well to be honest, Ah never thought Ah would... Heck never thought Ah would do some of the crazy things we done and going off planet might be the tamest one.

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Shannon grins a little bit, ducking her head, all shy for just a moment. "Guess there's plenty to look forwrd to, then." She peers up, her voice dropping a few notches in volume. "At least it won't be alone, I hope."

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Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Seems like your making friends even if I am not sure how good an influence some of them are.

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Shannon shrugs and takes a little bit of a deep breath, hoping she wasn't just about to stick her foot in it. "Maybe. I'm not trying to, though. Lots of times, I'm finding I'd rather just be with you."

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Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Ah thats cause Ah have the cool stories, of going to other planets, other realms, time traveling, and all of that, but as odd as it sounds Ah think thats part of this life we have chosen. Then you add in you and Ah are a lot. I mean even with Ellie's name bothering you, you still try to be her friend and look out for her. Your a good egg,,, no pun ment cause of the wings."

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Shannon rolls her eyes and chuckles a little bit. "They stopped using that name for me, so I sort of compromised and started using it as my Twitter name." She laughs a little bit, and shakes her head. "Half the time, though, we don't usually wind up talking about all the 'cool' stuff. It's usually just normal stuff, but that doesn't matter so much to me. You talk about me being a good egg, but look at you... kind, caring, sweet, patient, one hell of a cook, a wicked sense of humor..."

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "Now I don't know about one hell of a cook, there are just a few things Ah specialize in and you happen to like them. As for the rest of that stuff, let me run ya through another week or two of drills, and I am pretty sure you will be saying the opposite on the others.

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Shannon grins a little bit, and reaches over to lightly pat his hand if he allows her. "Doubtful. Actually..." She leans back in her seat again, blushing really bright red now. "Well... yeah, like I said, I know how it feels to want to impress someone really badly. And then when you realize they saw you foul up instead, it's... humiliating."

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Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises yup he is still oblivious "Well, Ah am sure if it is someone you find worthy of trying to impress, they will see it. You'll gonna be excellent at anything you set your mind to Shannon.

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Shannon furrows her brows slightly. Damn it, could he be that blind? Was she going to have to utterly and completely embarrass herself? She bites her lower lip and just looks at him for several long moments, gone deathly silent as she considers what to do....

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Samuel Guthrie offers her a smile and says "So, I am curious, what made you and the others think Dani and I were a couple?"

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Shannon shrugs. "Because she seems like someone who'd be worthy of you." Remembering that moment all too well, she sighs softly. "Like I'm not sure I could be."

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Samuel Guthrie looks over to her, and says "Worthy of me? Your joking right? I am just a regular guy, and you will be fighting the guys off with a stick, your smart, cute, nice, can cook, all the guys going to be lining up to ask you out.

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Shannon shrugs. "They can try." She just peers over at Sam, and gingerly rests her hand over his, as if she's afraid he'll pull away at any moment. "And who said I was joking?"

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Samuel Guthrie does not pull away, but looks at her, and says "Ah aint someone some body has to be worthy of, heck, Ah got punched in the gut for not recognizing one of my friends when she got all girlied up. He chuckles "Probably deserved it to be honest, but I had just always seen her as a kid sister..." Hey the blocks are lining up a bit and to give him credit he does not jerk his hand away, but says "I am sure you will find yourself the right guy someone in your class or maybe a year up. He ponders for a moment which of the boys he might be able to throw at her, and hmms "Have you met Colt yet? He is the guy ah was talking about a while back with wanting to start a band, but Ah think he thinks he might have to go all growlo, since he is made of stone now." Yea Sam is rambeling a bit as his brain tries to catch up.

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Shannon looks as if she just got slapped in the face. Maybe he meant well, but still... she leaves her hand where it is, but her wings droop behind her and her eyes begin to mist over. Her brows furrow. "You think that I'm oblivious to boys making passes at me? Do you see me wanting to spend time with them?" She sighs softly, not sure what else to say, for once at a complete loss as a single tear trickles down her face.

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Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and will bring his free hand up to wipe away the tear, and says "No, but you and ah, we can't date. They would throw me under the jail if Ah dated you Shannon. Your great and all but your 16 and I am 21. If Ah dated you , Ah would be kicked out of the school, and arrested. ah like you Shannon, but like a sister. Ah want to be your friend and help you in any way Ah can, but we can't date, Ah am sorry."

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Shannon nods, and can't stop the tears from flowing, though she tries to keep some measure of dignity in her posture. "Guess I kind of figured that somehow... but it was one of those things that just eats at you till it just comes out somehow, you know? I don't want to make trouble for you.. but even if we can't ever date or anything, you're still real special to me, you know?"

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Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Hey as I said, your like a sister to me Shannon. That makes you special to me, When I consider someone family it is serious, and Ah watch after them and do everything Ah can to help them and be there for them,

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Shannon can't help smiling some, reaching up to brush some of her tears away. "It's just going to take a little getting used to thinking of you like a brother. Not going to lie... this hurts. Real bad." She squeezes his hand gently. "But it hurt worse keeping it to myself."

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Samuel Guthrie offers her a smile and says "Well not sure if it helps or not but Ah have only dated one girl who had anything to do with the school, and that is the last somewhat serious relationship Ah had. Ah never even dated any of the girls here when were were all students here."

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Shannon chuckles a little bit, but there doesn't seem to be much life in her wings, not one hint of motion. "That's still more than I've done. Guess there's enough time for that. I tell you, though, not only are boys out there going to have a lot to measure up to... I mean, you really are special... but they'll have hell on wheels to deal with if they foul up."

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Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Guy hurts ya I will give them a hey ya, hi yea, and a chop sooy." He jokes trying to be silly to break the tension some. "You will find the right guy, and he will be ten times better than me hon."

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Shannon rolls her eyes and laughs, her wings ruffling a little bit this time as if in echo. "Nobody can be better than you. I mean hell... this just proves how bloody awesome you really are. You've got a heart as big as the sky, really kind to some idiot of a girl who basically just spilled her guts to you and instead of making her feel like a fool, she wound up gaining a brother instead."

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Samuel Guthrie says, "Your not an idiot. as Ah said earlier your smart, brave, caring determined. Pretty much anything your going to try to label me with kiddo your twice it and already at 16 none the less."

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"Did I mention scared shitless? I'd take 'brave' out of the equation there, mister. Those two Sentinels in Central Park today... I was scared out of my mind. There just wasn't time to think about it at the time." Shannon's cheeks go flame red, and now so do her ears, her wings starting to fold around in front of her to hide her face again. "It was pretty freaking stupid to dive-bomb the one that had a hold of Doug but you just don't sit on your hands when a friend needs help."

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Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "And what was the John wayne quote?" He will ask her, seeing if she remembers.

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"About being brave? I can't remember. But I remember the one from classic Doctor Who... think it was the third doctor. Courage isn't about not being afraid. It's about being afraid and doing what you have to anyways. Or something like that." Shannon ducks her head, a little embarrassed she couldn't recall the line Sam had in mind.

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Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Pretty much the same thing, so I don't think I have to mark off brave, you did it anyways even scared.

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Shannon rolls her eyes a little bit. "And you know what was going through my mind when I got my feet up to kick that Sentinel away from Doug? 'Sam's going to kill me for this when he finds out...' "

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit more and says "I don't want you putting yourself in danger, but when danger comes, I don't expect you to run away and abandon your friends. There are times when we can't avoid trouble no matter how hard we try.

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Shannon grins a little bit. "Mr. McCoy -did- try to get me to fly to Stark Tower, but I pretty much told him to eff off. Politely. You don't run from friends in trouble."

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Yup totally my sister." He ruffels her hair. "Be polite even when your being a pain in the butt.

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"SAM! You're messing up my hair!!!" Shannon makes a show of trying to bat his hand away, but isn't really trying too hard. The gesture has its intended effect of making her actually giggle, the sound a welcome change, and the tears drying up entirely. "Hey, it got us all the afternoon off and some snacks. And holy hell, that m... well, can talk about that later. The walls have ears and all that."

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Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "First time we encountered then when I was your age, was at the mall believe it or not.

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Shannon nods. "Kind of reminds me, got to ask you something a little later on." She frowns a little bit. "The mall? Shit... I hope no bystanders were hurt? And I sure as hell hope none of you were, either? Those things are vicious!"

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Samuel Guthrie smirks and notices her language has changed a bit but says "We all came out pretty well on it was older models luckily, some damage to the mall but other than that.

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Shannon breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. No customers for the undertaker, then." She cracks a bit of a smile, blushing. "Ugh. Maybe Ellie and Noriko are bad influences on my language... someone who looks like an angel shouldn't be swearing like a sailor."

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Samuel Guthrie says, "well if you want my honest opion then you need to watch it depending on who is around and how you want to appear to those around you."

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Shannon chuckles a little bit. "Guess I've got an early New Year's resolution, then. Keep it clean. Or at least, try to." She eyes the bar and grins a little bit. "I see a lot of booze over there, but dare I to hope they stock root beer?"

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles and will motion one of the waitresses over and get Shannon a root beer. "Sorry we don't have ice cream to add to it.

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Shannon laughs, and grins. "Well, we can always do that later. Thank you." She raises her glass and takes a swig, peering at the stage. "You know," she remarks. "I thought for sure there'd be more takers for karaoke night."

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Samuel Guthrie says, "This is our first, so we might get more if I keep it as a normal tihng."

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"And you said something about keyboards, right?" It wasn't hard to see the wheels turning in Shannon's head as she continues to eye the stage, crossing her arms in front of her for a minute or two.

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Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "I can get you one and let you pla a couple if you want

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Shannon laughs a little bit. "If I even thought the stuff I play would come close to what'd fit a club like this... I mean, there's a little Elton John, but I've got quite a few songs from various musicals, movie soundtracks, and one or two of my own I'm working on..."

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Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well my shift is about done how about we head back to the mansion and you can play one of the ones you have been working on of your own for me.

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Shannon smiles and finishes up her root beer. "Sounds good to me." She gets up and heads for the door, grinning at him. "I'd say 'race you back' but we both know you'd probably win."