9163/Honoring The Bet

Honoring The Bet
Date of Scene:	12 September 2019
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon and Sam talk about life. Doug joins them, and all three talk about life, movies, literature, and the burdens of leadership.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Cannonball, Cypher

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Nightingale has posed:
     Damn those Yankees! Shannon had bit off quite a bit to chew with this bet, for hungry students and staff generated a LOT of dishes. Still, it was a bet made in good faith, so she would make good on her end of the deal, bum leg and all. She's pulled up a stool to the sink so she can sit down while she works, taking the weight off of her left leg for a little while. Her crutches are propped up nearby, within easy reach should she need them, and her notebook is on the center island where there is no danger of splashing it with soapy water. She hums lightly as she works, elbows-deep in suds and working through the dishes.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will come in, and blinks a moment, actually half expecting her to skip out on the bet since she was hurt. He will move to get himself a drink and gets a botle so not to make another dish "Hey you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins a bit as she hears Sam, and for all intents and purposes, does not appear to be up to much. But there is a mischievous glint in her eyes, and for the moment she does not wave in greeting. "Hey there... didn't get chewed out about last night, I hope?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Not yet, at least." He tells her "You want a drink, while I am over here?" He will ask her, and looks in the fridge at the left overs."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. Sucked when Bobby chewed me out. Wouldn't wish that on anyone else. Guess he's not so bad in the end, though... just doing what had to be done. Even if he wasn't -entirely- right." She smiles and nods, glad for the offer of a drink. "Don't suppose there's any root beer in there?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Yea, Ah made sure it is on the shopping list." he tells her and gets her some bringing it over to her, and getting a plate from the dishes to try off to use for gathering something to munch

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smells a little bit like a campfire when Sam gets close enough, although in the next second, she takes a handful of suds and dabs it on the end of his nose, laughing. "It's so you!" she teases, scraping the rest of the suds off of her hand and drying them on her jeans, to pick up the bottle of root beer.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to her and blows the suds off his nose. You been playing in the fire place, you know thats how they travel in harry potter, don't know any teleporters who use that methid.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and shakes her head. "Nah, I was out by the lake. Ran into Kurt. He had a campfire going, and some seriously good eats." She smiles some and tilts her head. "Had a good chat with him. It was nice to catch up a little."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is in the kitchen pulling some thigns from the fridge raiding a few different left overs for something to munch as Shannon is sitting on a stool doing dishes.

Cypher has posed:
Doug comes in, still in his button-down shirt and tie. "The commute from the city to the school is a nightmare, and I am getting tired of sleeping in my office." He says. "Maybe it's about time I caved in and got an apartment." He shakes his head, and says, "Or have Berto put a hotel room on retainer for me." He looks tired, but he joins Sam in rummaging through the fridge. He opens a tupperware, smells it, and wrinkles his nose, before he says, "...I think this is indian food from before I died." He puts it back. "Did your mom send any more of that banana pudding?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Finally got off my butt and asked him about those theater classes. No plans for it yet, sadly. But here's hoping!" Shannon cracks a bit of a lopsided smile, and shrugs, twisting off the top of her bottle of root beer. "Figured if I've got the cojones to talk to the Captain, I sure as hell should be able to ask Kurt about a class like that." She raises her bottle in salute to Doug and smiles. "Hey there... yikes, you look wiped out. Want some coffee or some soda or something?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Na, but supposed to be getting some pinapple cake next week, Ah figure let Shannon here try it and she might be making some for us on occasion." He smiles and says "Or if you can help in a fight you can talk to people." He looks to Doug Any of the rooms in the corp office floor still able to be used for an apartment?

Cypher has posed:
"Right now we're still finalizing the layout." Doug says, "But I might see if we can convert a crash pad for long nights in the office. Squeeze one in somewhere." He says, "Drama classes?" He begins to speak, from memory. "And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip, A very beadle to a humorous sigh, A critic, nay, a night-watch constable, A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent. This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This signor-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator and great general Of trotting paritors -- O my little heart!"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon furrows her brows a little, then smiles as she recognizes the quote Doug performs so eloquently. "'Love's Labours Lost', right? Don't ask me what act and scene, though... on that one, I haven't got a clue!" She giggles a little, and thinks another moment, taking a long swig of the root beer in her hand. "Call you me 'fair'? That 'fair' again unsay! Demetrius loves your fair. O happy fair! Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue's sweeet air more tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear. When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear, sickness is catching. Oh, were favour so. Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go. My ear should catch your voice. My eye, your eye. My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated. The rest I'd give to be to you translated."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the two and makes an applauding motion and says "You both got a bit on me for those." He will say and then munch some pepperonis. "If he does set of a crash pad, Ah may use it on occasion.

Cypher has posed:
Doug Ramsey says, "Don't you have one in your office in the club?" Doug asks. He snorts, and says, "Don't let this guy fool you. He can quote passages from 'Dune' to you from memory that even I can't remember word for word." He snaps his fingers at Sam. "Give her the bit about the Gom Jabbar." He keeps going through the fridge."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just looks dumbfounded at Doug, then Sam, and hangs her head. "Would you believe I've never seen or read 'Dune' in my life?" She grins a bit sheepishly and settles back to listen, if Sam does choose to oblige them both with a little performance of his own!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look over to her, and says "Ok we will have to make a night for you to watch it and get caught up. Oh did I catch you were not a fan of the princes's bride?

Cypher has posed:
"I always miss a sentence somewhere in the middle. I like Flight of the Navigator." Of course he does, he lived it. Doug gives up on finding something to eat in the fridge, and closes it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shudders at the mention of 'Princess Bride'. "Not a fan, to say the least! Of course, I was a little kid when I watched that, and that one scene with the torture machine gave me nightmares for months. Never wanted to touch it again. Now, 'Flight of the Navigator', on the other hand..." She grins over at Doug. "Correction. I need the -superior- information in your -inferior- brain to fly this thing."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "You know Ah will admit, ah believe you maybe the first person who actually has ever told me they had an issue with that movie, but things like that guess we can not help.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shivers and nods. "To each their own. Okay, it had some good one-liners, and one or two scenes weren't too terrible. But that one scene put me off of ever wanting to see it again. And it's not for lack of trying to get past it, either. I've tried watching clips of that online, and it still turns my stomach."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this and says "Sometimes those things that stick with us when we are a kit stay for a while even when we try to shed them. It happens.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods. "I think it was the senseless torture aspect of it more than anything. Think if I ever got wind of something like that ever happening, I'd go ballistic, and do whatever I could to stop it." She knocks back a bit more of her root beer, and sets it down on the counter next to the sink.

Cypher has posed:
"You'll find that there are a lot of people in this world who engage in that kind of sadism." Doug says. "You don't have to take it lying down, though. But take it from me, sometimes standing up to them hurts."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Yea, I would say he was probably one of the worse when it come to that type of behavior

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon offers a wry smile to Doug. "You know, now you're starting to sound like someone else I've talked to. But... they also said to not go it alone." She grins over at Sam, flicking a bit of the suds from the sink at him. "Sounds like another someone I know, too."

Cypher has posed:
"Well he would know." Doug says, "...He's the one who had to bury me. Metaphorically speaking." Doug pops the tab on a can of diet coke, and sips it. "I'm told the funeral was very nice."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Ah will say it seems to be a good thing we convinced Lock not to absorb you, but Ah do wonder if we had let him try he might have been able to bring ya back then." He frowns wondering if he let his friend stay dead by trying to help

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon reaches out to squeeze Sam's hand gingerly, in the process getting suds on him. Her brows are furrowed with concern. "I won't ask what happened. But I know that 'what if' look. My dad wore it more than a few times after coming home from a removal. 'What if things had gone differently, would I have still had to scrape that kid up off the road?'. Things happen as they happen. You do what you can with what you've got at the time." She smiles some. "God, now I'm starting to sound like you. Are you sure we're not blood kin somewhere in there?"

Cypher has posed:
"Even Warlock didn't really know." Doug says. "He understood physical death, but my body was just matter -- and easy enough for him to reanimate. And he already had at least a copy of pretty much everything that was me inside him." He adds, "I wonder if he hasn't come back because he's ashamed. I know he's out there, somewhere. I can feel it." He flexes his techno-organic arm. Then he sighs, and says, "I was shot by a scientist working for an anti-mutant bigot. I understand it was the last straw that sent Magneto off the deep end again."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Either that or he maybe scared that if he sees you, the family instinct of his people may kick in. Ah don't think it would but Ah can see where that would scare him alot." He looks to Shannon "He blamed himself as much as any other, where if anyone was to be blamed, it was us" and before Doug can say anything he says "All of us chose to go there."

Cypher has posed:
Doug rolls his eyes. "Everybody's fault but mine." He says.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Why I say all of us, you chose to go too. Ah have accepted that."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon seems to mull this over a bit. "Sounds like I might seriously have misjudged Magneto. Still wouldn't want to be the one to piss him off... but he sure doesn't sound like the monster some would think of him as. Sounds more like someone of deeper feelings than he'd otherwise let on." She slides off of the stool, hobbling over to the counter and leaning on it, reaching up with her free hand to poke Doug and Sam each in the chest in turn. "And if I catch either of you blaming yourselves for sticking together, and facing what you had to face together, I will find some way to prank you so hard you'll think it's April Fool's Day the whole year 'round."

Cypher has posed:
"He's not a monster." Doug says, "But he's completely bought into his own mystique and he can't be trusted because of it." He glances up to Shannon. "Until someone can throw it back in his face and make him see it for what it is, Magneto is all about Magneto, first and foremost. Keep that in mind." Then he looks at Sam. "And that's my point. I'm *always* going to choose to go, because the idea of all of you putting your lives on the line and me not taking up my share of the burden *sucks*, Guthrie. I'm *always* going to choose to go. Internalize that, brother mine... it's just who I am."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will reach over and says "Oh, Ah am getting it slowly but shortly, pretty much think it is about all of us. Besides, right now I get to blame myself for taking the kid here into a gunfight last night and she got shot in the leg.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oi! What did I just say about blaming yourself, Sam? You can't bloody well keep doing that. Risk is something we all deal with in this line of work. Even and especially those of us in training. Frankly, I don't think it turned out that badly. It was an -accident-, with that one guy shooting up the place all wild like that. Could've hit anybody, and I'd rather it was me than someone else who might not heal as quickly from it." Shannon actually -growls- a bit, and shakes her head.

Cypher has posed:
"He fusses." Doug says, "It's what he does. You might as well tell the stars not to sparkle and the river not to flow." He claps Sam on the shoulder. "Or me not to eat the banana pudding his mother sends him."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to her, and says "Ah get to blame myself for you, Ah took you and Pixie into the scene, Ah, told her to use her power that he reacted badly too, and Ah am your teacher.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes and facepalms, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Okay, look. This is like that one time Josh took Noriko and I to the danger room for some training. Remember afterwards he had us evaluate each other and I couldn't bring myself to speak badly about Noriko? I'm going to have to turn that around on you here. All you are seeing is where you fell short. Okay, I get it. You've got to keep in mind where you could do better. That's fine. But stop and think for a moment about what you did -right-, too. How the hell else are you going to have any real point of comparison to learn from? Okay, so some bad shit happened. It's the risk we all take going out there. But stop and think for a second. You took us in there to see if we could help. We did. It could've gone a whole lot worse in there than it did. You took us in there to teach us to work together as a team. We did, all three of us. So I'd say all in all, things didn't go too badly."

Cypher has posed:
Doug says, "That's the problem with being the leader, Shannon. You can't cut yourself any slack." He says, before he glances back to Sam and says, "...Sam is--" He furrows his brow. "When's the last time you took a vacation?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon points out, "Well, if all you're seeing is the negative, how are you going to learn from the positive? If you can't see both sides and work with both, how is that very effective?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Ah did not say good did not come from it, and it aint even the leader thing, it is being a teacher. Leader, we are al pretty much the same responsibility level. I took a bit more cause you guys were younger than me, but we were still all mostly kids. As a teacher you you have to look at it all. And maybe stress a bit more on the negatives. To try to prevent them more. Ah know it sounds dumb and all, as Ah was doing this all at your age, Ah understand your going to go help and put yourself in danger, but since Ah am responsible for your well being, Ah need to be thinking about the bad things that can happen, and that did. If Ah ignore them then Ah would be taking you and others in more and more dangerous situations, into ones Ah should not. Ah don't want to have to have that talk with a parent. Ah would probably still took ya in with same situation, if given the decision again, but also would stress over ya getting hurt again

Cypher has posed:
Doug snorts, and says, simply, "Good night, Sam. Shannon." He turns, to walk out. "Jogging in the morning, Guthrie. Six AM. Be awake."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and waves at Doug. "Goodnight." She rolls her eyes. "Oh gawd... six AM? as in 06:00? Which stands for '0 my god it's early!'." She shakes her head and chuckles a little bit, turning back to regard Sam. "So... weighing the risks? Yeah, guess I can kind of get that. Maybe some of it I won't get entirely, till it's my turn to walk a mile in your boots. And yeah... I wouldn't want to have that kind of talk with a parent, either."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Will see ya man, and remind me to get those comics I picked up for you, picked up a few doubles, when I got my sci fi stuff yesterday, were some new story arcs thought ya might like

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and hugs Sam tightly, before hobbling back over to the sink to get her crutches. "I get it. You've got to keep an eye on all the angles. But don't let it get into beating yourself up over what's already happened, okay? That's something I'm struggling with myself." She chuckles a little bit. "Do what you've got to do. 'But if you can't find a way to keep going, how many other people are going to die instead?' Or in this case, get hurt? You did the best you could with what you had, and nobody's having to have that ugly talk with a parent. Just please promise me you won't beat yourself up over it, okay?" She hobbles towards the door, pausing to look back for a moment. "Goodnight, Sam. See you in the morning."