9128/John Wayne and Glen Campbell

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John Wayne and Glen Campbell
Date of Scene: 09 September 2019
Location: Cineplex - Salem Center
Synopsis: Laura and Logan head out for a movie and ice cream.
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, X-23




Wolverine has posed:
The movie was 'True Grit' - the original from 1969, not the Coen Brothers adaptation - and it was being played at the Bayville Cineplex as part of a retrospective on classic cinema. It took some arranging, but finally Logan and Laura made it out there as part of Laura's Headmaster-bestowed homework project. The film having just ended, Logan walks out of the cinema foyer and into the later afternoon sunshine. His hand raises to his eyes, shielding them from the sudden light as he fumbles a cigar from his pocket and immediately lights up.

"Diff'rent than I remember it," he tells Laura out of the side of his mouth, puffing a cloud of smoke towards the air, "Still good, though. Whatcha think?"

X-23 has posed:
"It was...interesting?" Laura says, with some attempt at tact. "The battles were not very realistic." Big surprise, she views things primarily through the lens of combat. "It shows its age."

Wolverine has posed:
"I guess not," Logan answers with a shrug of his shoulders, "An' it shows its age 'cus they don't make 'em like that anymore. Not one single computer effect t' be seen. All of it make up an' costumes an' actin'. But hey, you can pick the movie next time, huh?"

Yes. He said next time.

"So, still got some daylight to burn before I need t' get y'back t' the House. Feel like ice cream?"

X-23 has posed:
"I have no frame of reference to pick. And not a lot of experience with what I've seen." She replies to the first, walking on with him. The latter offer, however, gets an immediate and emphatic reply. "Yes. I enjoy ice cream." Laura rarely admits to /enjoying/ anything. But ice cream was a vice her teammates introduced her to early.

Wolverine has posed:
"Y'don't really need a frame a' ref'rence," Logan tells her, falling in stride with her as they walk a few doors down in the direction of the ice cream parlor, "Jus' take a look at the posters. Watch the trailers. See whatever looks like somethin' y'wanna see. If it's a dud, well, then we know a bit more 'bout what t' look for next time. Or we can do somethin' you wanna do."

He reaches into his back pocket, producing a beaten old leather wallet and plucking a few crumpled bills from it.

"Got a fav'rite flavor, kiddo?"

X-23 has posed:
"I enjoyed it." Laura clarifies. "I simply..." A frown, and a pause, from the short girl. "I have very limited experience with modern media. People keep asking me what I like. I haven't been exposed enough to know what I like."

As for the ice cream... "Chocolate is the only flavor I have tried."

It was what was in the mansion fridge.

Wolverine has posed:
"Okay, so not choc'late," Logan says with a curt nod, "Y'know, I'm partial t' rum n' raisin myself but it ain't most kids cup a' tea."

As they step into the shop, Logan looks up at the board and then down at the many multi-colored tubs of ice cream on display in the freezer.

"That's what we're doin' here," he explains, "Broadenin' that base of experience. Ain't fair you missed so much. An' I figure it's ... it's a parents job t' show you the world. Y'already seen too much of it - more'n y'should've - but there's still good parts t' try. Strawberry. Try that. Nice n' simple."

He hands money across the counter, snuffing out his cigar after a withering glare from a teenager in a paper hat.

X-23 has posed:
"I have never had it before." Laura looks over at the ice cream, and then to the counter attendant. "A scoop of strawberry. And a scoop of rum n' raisin." she says, pronouncing it the same way Logan had. "Thank you. For the ice cream. And the movie. This has been a good day."

A pause, before she offers her next comment.

"It isn't fair. But it isn't your fault, either. Neither of us was treated fairly by those programs."

Wolverine has posed:
"That's the truth," he answers, glaring out the glass front of the store for a moment, "An' I'm fixin' t' get even on that score."

He lifts his shoulders, turning his attention back to the attendant, "Rum n' raisin fer me, too."

As their cones are prepared, Logan props an elbow up on the counter and looks to Laura: "This isn't a stop gap measure, kid. I don't want you t' think that. I'm not here 'cus Jeanie guilted me into it, or because I felt like a day with you oughta buy me some more time t' be a selfish asshole. I want t' do this right. Or ... less wrong."

X-23 has posed:
"I don't think that." Laura takes a spoon full of the ice cream, tasting experimentally. She seems to approve, as more spoonfuls follow. "First, your earlier behavior shows you can't really be guilted on the issue." Ouch. "Second, I'd smell it. You know that." They both share that ridiculously sensitive sense of smell; it's easy to read people.

"You are doing fine. Lately." Another pause, as she hesitates before asking. "How do /you/ deal with it? What they did. What they had you do?" Her own methods of coping are not so healthy.

Wolverine has posed:
"I don't rightly know," Logan tells her, lifting his shoulders as he takes his own cone, "Lot of it I don't remember. Or what I do, I ain't so sure on. The rest? I hurt 'em bad when I got out ... sometimes that helps me feel a li'l better about it."

X-23 has posed:
"I haven't gone back to try and hurt them." Laura admits. "I am...concerned as to how that might go. I worry they might try to come after me, still." She takes another bite of the ice cream.

"Jean did not...say anything on that issue?" She's a little concerned over something there.

Wolverine has posed:
"Not t' me," Logan shakes his head, frowning at the question, "Why? She say somethin' t' you?"

He takes a lick of his cone, doing his best to look menacing even while mid-ice cream.

"I ain't been back either. But I plan to. If I do ... I think it's only right you come with me. If you want."

X-23 has posed:
Laura's general state of emotional repression makes her hard to read. BUT, it also means she's a really, really bad liar, as a rule.

"No." Lie. Pause. "She does not approve of my methods for dealing with the situation." Truth.

"It would not be a good idea for me to return. They...possess leverage over me. It would be dangerous.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan's brow wrinkles slightly at that, but he says nothing further. He only nods his head. He understands the idea of having reasons and not feeling the need to lay the cards out on the table. That's a family trait, really.

"Look," he shifts to another subject, holding the door open for her as they step outside once more, "I got a class. They made me a teacher. More a one on one sorta thing. If anybody un'erstands how you are, it's me. Nobody's makin' you join it but ... I'd like t' have you. Maybe show you some a' what I done t' help be better'n what I am."

X-23 has posed:
The mention gets her curious, at least. "What manner of class?"

Her "classes" here have been a source of frustration. She was provided academic training at the Facility. Combat training here at the Institute has been laughably remedial compared to what she's used to. And the school offers no classes in "how to pick movies" or "ice cream tasting". Sadly.

Wolverine has posed:
"Ain't really got a syllabus," Logan answers with a lift of his shoulders, "Jus' whatever I think y' could stand t' learn. Been combat trainin' for the others but I don't reckon you need much a' that from me. What I thought I could teach you is how I silence that animal inside. I think y'know the one. The one that wants t' tear an' shread an' destroy."

X-23 has posed:
That gets a slightly troubled look. Rare, given how little she shows emotion. "That would be a very useful class. I accept." She states, then looks down.

"My ice cream is gone." She'd finished it off without noticing.

Wolverine has posed:
"Guess y'liked it, then," Logan can't help but smile slightly at that, his own ice-cream near finished, "So, now we add that t' yer list a' things y' like ... strawberry an' rum n' raisin ice cream. An' John Wayne movies ... maybe."

He takes a look around, looking at his half-smoked, unlit cigar for a moment and then tucking it back in his pocket, "C'mon, kiddo. Let's head home."