925/Punch and Pie

Punch and Pie
Date of Scene:	12 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	170, Charlotte Maynard, Beast

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Eva (170) has posed:
The tv rings out with loud card that are racing around. No not Nascar, Indy Car or La Manns. Its actually a movie. One about illegal street racing that looks like it was made almost 2 decades ago. Sitting on a countertop, there is several jugs of Hawaiian punch and a number of different pies. In the midst of all of this is a rather confused looking Eva Wilde. She's sitting in front of the TV with a note pad in front of her. She's trying to figure something out.

"No no. That one is dumb." She accidentally accelerates as she erases a line. Smoke starts rising from the paper. "Oh crap not again!" She tears the page off, makes sure it's not burning, then crumples it up to start fresh on a new page.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte is one of those students that doesn't always come to the rec room. She has been doing it more over the summer when fewer students are here; she still feels a little like an outsider, but it's a lot better now than it was when she first got to the school months ago.

But tonight she's decided to swing by. Movie night appeals sometimes, even if she's long after it started.

Whatever the reason for her visit, Charlotte slipped in surprisingly quietly for someone of her size and immediately went to the closest of the fridges. She keeps a bottled cream soda in there and she has to hope nobody else drank all of them. Or that /was/ her plan. She got distracted by the pies and punch, which she spends a moment admiring, before...

"...Did I smell smoke?" she asks, a little worried.

Eva (170) has posed:
"Its okay. Just got a little carried away. No fire or anything." Eva smiles. "Welcome! Help yourself to punch and pie!" She beams to the student who walked in. "Nice to meet you. I'm one of the new teachers, Evangeline Wilde, Eva is fine. I teach Supernatural Studies."

Her attention goes back to what she is writing. On the paper is a list of words. Twitch Girl, Twitchy, Ms. Twitch, Swift, Lady Swift, Miss Swift, Eva Swift..." She circles that one...

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard is pretty distinctive. The manor may be home to mutants, but the number of girls seven and a half feet tall with red hair is pretty low. Charlotte has been there for longer than Eva, but hasn't yet completed a full year here - she showed up halfway through the last school year, which is why she's still here over the summer.

Charlotte has not, however, ever been to Eva's class, so she doesn't know the teacher. "If you're sure, about the smoke. Oh, um, I've heard about that class," she says. "Well, a little. I don't go to it or anything - you'd know that, of course! Maybe next term...?" Maybe, maybe not; it seemed like a weird one at best to Charlotte, as she's not sure if mutants count as supernatural. "I'm Charlotte Maynard. It's nice to meet you."

Since she's been invited, she goes over to the punch, finds a big glass (she's allowed) and fills it. She eyes the pie longingly, but she's been sort-of kind-of dieting recently ever since she actually got on a scale, even though she has no reason to be...

Desire for pie wins out. She cuts a slice. "I'd ask if I was interrupting, but it's the rec room, so people are /always/ in here. What movie is it?"

Eva (170) has posed:
"The Speedy and the Greedy." She states as she continues trying to figure things out. "of course you'r welcome here. Everyone is!" Eva gives a warm smile to the much taller girl. "I am just working on a proper code name. I sorta need one. That and a suit design. I am a speedster. If i move too fast my clothing will catch fire. The smoke you were smelling came from me moving at super speed while erasing some stuff."

Eva takes a moment and grabs a chocolate creme pie off the table in front of her. Yes a whole pie. Its about half gone by now. She nibbles at a bite of it and then its right back to business. "So hows your summer going?"

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte's piece is not exactly a shy cut, but then again she's not exactly small, so it's probably okay. So much for theoretically being on a diet - though she doesn't actually need to be, anyway.

"Oh!" Charlotte brightens. "Like, the heroics thing. I, ah - well, I know some people do it, but - " Not her. She'd be too distinctive... though there was that one time she stopped a fight just by being present and bigger than the people starting it - no, don't think about it right now, she tells herself.

Lowering herself down to the couch, Charlotte settles down. "...I don't know if I can help with that," she finishes, a little sheepish. "It doesn't sound bad, though. - It's all right. I'm staying here for it so I can catch up on classes, but I still have time for myself too."

Eva (170) has posed:
Eva smiles a little, "Hey no need to impress me with manners. I know what its like to have to actually eat. My metabolism is off the charts, This is actually my second pie already." She laughs. "Carbs help in my case. I move so fast that I just burn through the stuff I eat."

The TV blares, showing off the rather cheesey racing movie. The rush of air and electricity errupts as for a split second, Eva vanishes and reappears with some punchh. She's got her necessities right?

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Bringing up the fact that Charlotte has taken a large piece of pie actually makes it worse, regardless of what Eva's goal was; Charlotte's cheeks redden and she looks down.

Doesn't stop her from taking a bite, though. She appears to have gotten cherry.

"I guess that makes sense," she says, still not meeting Eva's eyes. "I don't - think about it much - " Wait, where did Eva go? Charlotte missed her vanishing, but did not miss the reappearance, as she's started to look over by the time she reappears. Despite everything, Charlotte still hasn't gotten used to people using powers around her - well, scratch that. She hasn't gotten used to people using their powers casually without warning her first. So she looks a little startled.

Beast has posed:
Loping into the rec room in his distinctive half simiaa/half feline fashion, the bestial blue-furred burly biology teacher (and the head of the entire science faculty) dressed in harvard tweed seems to be talking to himself. This in itself is not a completely unusual occurence as he can be heard muttering ideas to himself constantly. This time, however, Doctot Henry "The Beast" McCoy (aka Hank) seems to be having an actual conversation.. which is weird until someone see's the hedset he wears in lieu of a bluetooth earbud don't fit in his catlike ears.

"Are you sure we won't be any sort of imposition, Dyson?" he asks whomever is on the other line.. "No? Excellent. I am sure the students who can't go home for the summer would /adore/ visiting The Ranch.... yes... Uh-huh. Excellent, then. I'll contact your mother in a few days... Oh, and congrats on your new Doctorate.... No, don't be bashful. You earned it. We're proud of you.... Okay then. We'll be talking again soon. Good night."

The call over he stops, looking around, and sniffs the air. "Do I smell pie?" he asks in his rich baritone, looking towards the snack counter and the two women there.

Eva (170) has posed:
Eva smirks a little, "Sorry bout that. There is a lot of fun stuff that comes with crazy speed. Including not missing too much from movies. she snickers. "I just needed a drink."

Then there is a new voice in the room. Eva perks up to see who is there. She waits for him to finish his call before she speaks up, "Oh hey. You must be Hank McCoy. Heard a lot about you, Doctor." She smiles and gives a little wave. "OH yeah, help yourself. I Just figured I would get some for anyone who wants some."

Then its back to work with Eva. She starts sketching. Its descent design foe a suit that she is working on but a fashion designer she is not. So she just does her best, making idea for some sort of out fit. "I was actually hoping to bump into you!"

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"I'd do it too if I could," Charlotte admits, but sadly her power is not useful for not missing movies. It is useful for checking out what Eva is sketching though, if only because she can peek over her shoulder.

Now, Hank is someone Charlotte /does/ recognize; he's distinctive and, unlike supernatural studies, she actually took science. (Well, it's not like you get a choice on that one.) She smiles at the teacher, but doesn't interrupt until he's definitely done talking on the... phone. Probably phone. "It's hers," Charlotte clarifies. "I just showed up too, I had nothing to do with it." She's not going to take credit for pie that wasn't hers.

"I actually got told that I should talk to you too, but, um, anywhen is fine honestly, it doesn't have to be now." Charlotte doesn't want to get between the two teachers. There might be... teacher stuff.

Charlotte still suffers from the belief that most teachers are kind of boring in their off-hours.

Beast has posed:
Hank regards the slightly older (than Charlotte) woman a moment from behind his spectacles that are perched on his sorta cat-like snout, then aaaahs and nods, offering her a smile. "Yes yes, you are Miss Wilde, are you not? The new teacher of..." he pauses just a little, forcing the words a bit "...Supernatural Studies." There is no recriminiation in his voice at all. He just seems a wee bit wary of the subject matter she apparently teaches and just where it falls under on the syllabus. No, he doesn't doubt magic and the supernatural exists, but he's a man of science, damnit! Though some would say his science almost borders on magic sometimes.

It's a gift.

He knuckle-walks behind the counter, nose sniffing, and he looks at the wonderful bounty of pies before him. If there is one thing alls tudents and faculties know is that he has two (though possibly three now, the grapevine is still hazy on that) great loves. Sweets (usually in the form of Twinkies) and Coffee. He is about to grab a plate when he stops and cants a look at Eva. "You were?" he asks. "Is there anything I can assist you with?" Then he looks to Charlotte as well and gives her a friendly smile, though looks curious as well.

"And you need help as well, I suppose, Miss Maynard. My, I seem quite popular tonight. I only wish I was this popular all the time, especially after exams." Yeah.. those had been BRUTAL. But as indepth as he lessons leading up to exams were, he had a flair or making class interesting with demonstartions that would probably not be allowed in any other classroms on the planet. Because how many classes get to see small anti-matter explosions or the real-time genetic manipulation of bacteria capable of producing silk?

Eva (170) has posed:
Eva smiles a little, "I sorta have a slight situation. Up until yesterday My speed wasn't a problem. I was able to use it without running the risk of catching fire. I tested myself, letting myself go as fast as I could. The results were my clothing bursting into flames. I guess the limit there was about Mach 3. DOn't worry, I didn't do that around the mansion. i Went for a run just last night and it happened again. It was suggested by Lorna that I talk to you concerning a suit."

Quietly she nibbles at some more of her pie. It brings a smile to her face. In some ways, she's lucky. Being able to eat whatever she wants is a real perk. Its not like its going to stick after all. She will burn it off within a few minutes.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard will agree without objection that those demonstrations are pretty cool. But that doesn't make Hank interesting outside of class, to her. She's a high school student, so maybe she can be excused for having trouble thinking of teachers as having lives.

Well, some teachers. She's taken to a few pretty well, like Tatum. Aside from when she's in class, sometimes she doesn't even think of Tatum as a teacher at all, probably because she does so much to help Charlotte outside of the curriculum. Hank, on the other hand... well, she's a lot less comfortable with him, and it's not because of his appearance. She's clever, but she's not going to be a scientist, she knows it, and some of the advanced concepts are well outside her reach.

Charlotte, being shy, chooses not to interrupt. But being curious, she also can't stop herself from listening in. So she's that fast? Charlotte wasn't expecting to hear 'Mach' in relation to human speeds, mutants or not, but that would explain how she went over to get the juice that fast.

Only afterwards does she pipe up: "It's actually, um, something similar for me. Just not speed."

Beast has posed:
Hank has a peice of pie on a plate and is liberally applying scoops of ice cream he got from teh freeazer.. LOTS of ice cream. Diabetic coma inducing amounts of ice cream. And all the while he listens, to both women, because he is THAT talented. And has great hearing because, you know, cat ears.. And a nearly hypercognative brain.

"So you are both experiencing... what... faults in your abilities? or is it that you have reached new levels with your gifts?" he asks, licking the huge spoon he was scooping with like he was, indeed, a big cat-ape. besides, no one else will be using that spoon so why mess up another to eat with.

To Eva, first, he tries to recal her records. "Well I haven't done a in depth analyisis of your abilities, so I don't know what I can add so far taht may help. We would need to do an examination." he informs her. "That said, It is common for most speedsters to produce a kind of field that protects them from the friction incured by their hyper-velocity. But teh field is usually very close to the body, as in with milimeters to a few centimeters at most. For tight clothing that is fine but regular clothing is much more loose and hangs out of that field. Also, it doesn't stop friction fo items they hold, like say.. if you were sketching at top speed and paper caught fire." Yes, he smelled the smoke earlier.

He then looks to Charlotte and smiles with more sympathy. "And I take it your problem stems from your size altering abilities?" yes, he has a record on her.. he did an exam when she first arrived.

Eva (170) has posed:
"THat pretty much sums up the issue, Doctor. I am getting much faster. There is no sign of it slowing down. I guess the fact is, I am going to need to come up with some sort of low friction suit taht can withstand what I can do. I do develop a field around me when I run. It extends over anyone I touch but, I guess its not much beyond that. My assumption is that with the added speed it pushed my clothing outside the bubble and resulted in a fire. The one from earlier was actually a result of me erasing papers at high speed."

She finishes off her pie and sighs. "I guess I will need to set up an appointment with you. I think I am slacking with keeping up with my metabolism as I am getting really tied. Do enjoy the pie though." She smiles brightly over that.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard doesn't really advertise her abilities. Most of the students think that yes, she's big, but her only power /now/ is to be tough and strong, both of which she absolutely is; she has to be careful not to break things sometimes, and she's never gotten so much as a paper cut by mistake. She has not yet really tested the exact limits of her durability, other than to prove it exists.

But the teachers know. Or can know, if they care to. Hank certainly falls into that category.

"That's it," Charlotte agrees, looking aside for a moment. (This gives her an excuse to finish her piece of pie.) "I don't really want to practice it or anything, because the last time I did I... ah, ripped some stuff." And that's as far as she seems to want to go into detail. "But we can make an appointment! I don't want to take you out of your rec room night."

She gives Eva a smile again, small at first but broadening to a real thing. "Thank you for it. It was nice."

Beast has posed:
Hank has already taken a few big bites of ice cream and pie, still listening.. nodding... His whiskers have a bit of cie cream on their tips. It spoils the Educated Man of Science look but at the same time wouldn't eb out of place on a cute internet cat video.

"Well your 'bubble' for lackof a better term, has to be somewhat permeable if only to allow air through, so it stands to reason it would push loose clothing outside your fields limits.." he peeks over and looks at her pape and the designs.. eating more pie.. "Mmmph.. so good.." he mumbles, swallows. "Anyways, a suit WOULD be a good idea. Of some friction resistant material interwoven on an unstable molecule shell.. I've worked with a few speedsters in my time so that should be a simple solution for now. I would like to fit yu with a smart watch, however, to monitor your speeds to see what the growth curve is like." he tells Eva.

To CHarlotte he sighs and smiles again, sympathetically. "Oh, my poor girl. The world isn't really for us with specific wardrobe needs, is it?" he asks. Because while he isn't super tall like her, he is very oddly proportioned and shaped.. and strong. "I can see where you would have problems. The solution would be a training suit for you, similar to Miss Wilde's. Of an Unstable Molecule weave that would literally grow with you. Of coure unstable molecules are expensive but..." he also knows about her economic limitations.. so screw it. "provided, of course, at no charge by the school. We have discretionary funds for such things. You are not teh only student who needs special resources, after all. In fact, the young man I was just speaking with has similar problems as you have." he sighs. "Maybe one day I can be sure all of our children have the tools they need."

Eva (170) has posed:
Eva smiles, "Let me know when. I have no problem going through some testing. I know a few things which should make it interesting. I've been doing a little studying on various speedsters through youtube and what not. I can't see exactly how they do some things but I have been getting ideas. I know I can run on walls though. And up buildings." She smirks. "Anyway I guess I will meet up with you tomorrow at some point. I really need to go crash out. It was nice meeting you." Eva gives a grin and then.... lightning crackles out of her eyes before the sounds of electricity and rushing air is heard. Eva's gone.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard has been doing all right (with some clever purchasing, and sometimes help with the tailoring) on normal clothes. If that's a problem, it's one she can handle with the aid she already has.

The actual act of pushing her powers and changing her size? That's a liiiittle out of her ability to make-do.

'Unstable molecules are expensive'. Of course they are, but that does a bit to dissuade Charlotte from following it up.. Charlotte's family may not be impoverished - they're middle class, really - but she doesn't get a lot of it, and she's not sure she can get them to spring for it. 'Hi, I need special clothes. More special, I mean. They're the same kind of stuff superheroes wear.' Yeah, that'd go over /real/ well.

... until Hank finishes his thoughts, anyway. Charlotte's gaze snaps up as she looks at him. They're part of the school's budget? She'd mostly been hoping that he could manage something stretchy so she didn't feel like she needed to practice wearing a tent, some kind of discount fabric. This is better than she could have expected.

Her smile returns. "...Thank you! That means a lot. We can talk about it a little later, okay? I mean... I don't think either of us wants to give up their night to it. Honestly, I should do a little bit of work before I sleep myself, I only came down to get a drink originally." She keeps cream soda in the fridge down here.

Eva vanishes. Charlotte is /just about/ getting used to that.

Beast has posed:
Hank waves as Eva.. well.. speeds off, then shakes his head with a chuckle and looks back to Charlotte and nods. "Of course, take your time. It is not a /pressing/ issue but.. we want our students to be comfortable. Sometimes a person's mutations means they need to make allowances for things which are common for everyone else. You are in many ways lucky. I know it must be hard finding clothes for your regular stature, but they do exist. You aren't even in the top 10% of tallest people in teh world WITHOUT an x-gene or metahuman expression. There are some students here who don't have a basic humanoid shape. They, and you, deserve no less then to feel you should be clothed and shoed and fed as easily as anyone else." and with that he puts more ice cream and pie on a plate.

"I wish you a good evening, Miss Maynard. Go do what you need to do. I must sally back to my lab before Miss Tatum gets back from whatever she is doing in town.." he looks a bit embarrased, but in a good way, when he mentions the home ec teacher.. apparently the grapevine is accurate about somethings.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"Sometimes feels that way," Charlotte mutters, under her breath. Yes, she knows she has it easy compared to some of the other mutants. She's big, but - as Hank reminded her - people do occasionally grow this tall, though it's very rare for women. She still looks perfectly normal aside from that; she certainly doesn't look as strange as even Hank.

But life, when you're a teenager, means that when you have relatively minor problems you think they are worse than they are, and Charlotte isn't an exception. And it's not like 'being a mutant' is a small problem in some places, either.

Charlotte actually smiles at that. She's heard the rumours. "You should," she says, with more familiarity than she normally shows with teachers. "Thanks again, sir! I'll be in touch." And then maybe she can /actually/ figure out, sometime, what she can do.

She heads out, herself. Part of a pie went with her. She won't make a mess with it. (Probably.)