9297/Out Of The Woods...

Out Of The Woods...
Date of Scene:	23 September 2019
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Kurt receives the good news about Kitty; Samuel and Shannon deal with one more day stuck in the medbay, with good food and good company making it much more bearable.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Nightcrawler, Triage, Samuel Morgan, Cannonball, Isotope, Kaydin LeGraize

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Nightingale has posed:
     It's gotten a lot more quiet in the medbay, and the reason is immediately apparent--the bed that held a comatose Kitty is empty, as is the chair that was Peter's home for the past few days. While a couple of the beds are still occupied, the worst seems to be over for the time being.

     In one of those beds is a familiar winged teen, who at the moment, seems to be munching on a slice of pizza, with what has got to be the world's tallest root beer float on the little tray table that's been positioned across her bed. There are also a few books for classes; someone seems to be anticipating a little time in recovery. Shannon only seems to be using one arm this time, and has been stuffed into the universal fashion statement of hospitals everywhere. Thankfully, the sheet drawn up over her preserves her modesty.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Stepping into the med-bay and seeing Kitty's empty bed causes momentary shock and horror. The Bavarian stands there, brows knitting - spotting Shannon after a moment, looking from her to the bed and back. "Is... did?" tail hitting the floor like a lead weight.

Triage has posed:
Triage perches on a stool normally used by staff, which he commandeered and rolled to the side of Shannon's bed. Like her, he is munching on still hot. The lid on the box indicates that it came from Kitty's favorite pizza parlor in town. "I hope that we don't see more of those Sentinel for a while, but I have a feeling that I won't get that Christmas wish." When he hears Kurt's questions, he turns and nods to Kitty's intended visitor. He looks from Kurt to Kitty's bed and then back to Kurt. "What?" he asks in surprise. Again, he glances from Kurt to the bed and back to Kurt. "No. We wouldn't be sitting here, calmly eating pizza, if bad news broke." He waves to the door. "She's well. She left."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a little bit of a smile, shaking her head. She sets her pizza aside for the moment, reaching for a smaller book. She seems to be looking something up for the moment, thinking out how best to say it. Heaven only knows she was likely to butcher this badly enough, but it was worth a try. "Nein. Geheilt."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    He hears German, so his instinct is to speak his native language, "Was ist das? Wer kam und heilte sie?!" and then he realizes, looking to Triage. "So she's ok, ja? Who? How?" approaching the pair with his tail up and flicking from side to side so as to make it impossible to hide his excitement. "Und you, kleine Taube - how are you? You're in hospital gown..." he look to Triage again, and slips,
    "Ist sie ok? Gab es Komplikationen? Ist alles in Ordnung? Gibt es etwas, was ich tun kann, um dabei zu helfen? Bitte sagen Sie mir, ob es gibt und ich kann mein Bestes tun, um zu helfen."

Triage has posed:
Triage frowns, trying to follow the flurry of German. He looks to Kurt and smiles. "Kitty is fine." With his free hand, he gestures to indicate Shannon. "Shannon and I worked together. Shannon will be here for a bit to heal herself now, and I'm staying here to help with that." Then he jokes, "I should charge more for this." Then he offers the box. "Do you want a piece? It's still hot."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon holds her good hand up, laughing, and shaking her head. "Slow down there, Kurt. Between you and Samuel speaking the language, figured it was time I tried learning something beyond the ummm... more colorful words. About all I could make out was 'little pigeon'." She is about to nudge the pizza box towards Kurt, but Triage has beaten her to it. A smile spreads slowly across her face, and she nods. "Yes, Kitty's alright. Triage handled the issues with her brain and her lungs, and I absorbed the fractures on her arm and both her legs. It will only slow me down for a few days at most."

She laughs a little bit, tilting her head. "There is something Samuel said earlier, not quite sure I fully understood it." Closing her eyes, she thinks for a moment, calling the words to mind. "Der Stimme eines Engels... Muss ich doch in Himmel sein..." A sheepish grin curls the corners of her mouth upwards. "How badly did I butcher the pronunciation on that?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "The voice of an angel, I must be in heaven, is what he said... and I call you kleine Taube - it means Little Dove." Kurt admits, stepping forward to take a slice, "Danke." bobbing his head and flipping to the ceiling to 'sit' in his customary crouch, and not have to try and look up from the floor.
    "Glad you're both doing better. Danke Tirage, truly." smiling to the other as he gets his composure back, gold eyes glowing.

Triage has posed:
"You're welcome," Triage answers. "Kitty was a mess," he explains, glancing upward to Kurt. "Each wave of those tin cans seems stronger than the last." He looks to Shanon and adds, "After you've healed, I need to talk to someone about something that Samuel said." He shakes his head. "Don't worry. He wasn't delirious or anything, but while you and Kitty were still unconscious, he mentioned that the tin cans were ... different from what he expected."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "I didn't think he was delirious. He actually mentioned something about that last night." Then, the translation from Kurt sinks in, just as she's taking a sip of her root beer float. Heaven help anyone in the 'splash zone' as she sputters, spraying root beer and ice cream droplets everywhere. Her face goes beet red clear to the tips of her ears, and she coughs. "Oh, my."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Beep. Beep. Bed comes up. There are advantages to being a technopath in a hospital bed. None of that fumbling around for a control to set the bed just how you like it is one of those. Granted, probably the /only/ one, but still, it's nice to be able to wake up slowly while also being helped in a semi-reclined position. "My eyes are itching... someone's talking behind my back?" Not the best opener in the history of comedy, but Sam must be feeling better to crack any kind of joke at all. Again the check to make sure he's not tied to the bed... habits die hard.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Stronger every time is the watchword. They evolve every time they hunt us. They're programmed to. Adapting to kill us. Because ve're 'freaks' und nothing more." the last sentence spat with such venom that the anger may give Logan or Laura a run for their money,
    Turning when Samuel starts to wake, head canting from one side to the other. "Guten tag, Mein Herr. Gud to see you are vaking too, ja?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the Med lab. He has a tray with him with something covered on it. He looks around and says "Hey Docs, how are the patients?"

Triage has posed:
Triage nods at Kurt's comments on the Sentinels, and he opens his mouth to speak when two things interrupt. The beeping of Samuel's bed draws a glance from him, but then Shannon suffers her little explosion of ice cream and root beer. Fortunately, the lid on the box of pizza is closed, but a fine spray of root beer float now needs attention. He grabs one of the napkins on the bed, sets the box aside, and stands. "I'll help with that," he offers, reaching to daub first at Shannon's face with the napkin.

Nightingale has posed:
"Voice of an angel... scheisse..." Hopefully, that last word is somewhat muffled as Triage dabs a little of the root beer float-splosion from Shannon's face, sparing the ears of the German-speakers present in the room. It's in this embarrassing state that Sam the elder sees her, in a hospital gown, with a sheet drawn over her for modesty, the bed angled to let her sit up and enjoy the feast. She grins a bit sheepishly at him, and waves with her good hand. Kitty's bed and Peter's chair are empty by now, the monitors lifeless and silent.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not a sight you see every day, and certainly not one to wake up to... Nightcrawler on the ceiling, looking at you. Luckily Sam had been told about a certain teacher, and the double take is only momentary, before the smile returns. "Herr Wagner. Ich freue Mich Ihnen schliesslich zu treffen, und mit jemand endlich Deutsch zu reden." To the initiated, that's a Stuttgard accent. "I might be late for Drama class..."

    He missed Shannon's expostulation, blissfully unaware of what brought it on. Looking better than before, Sam's still hooked up to the monitors, cables running in a disciplined braid out the neck of a 'Trainee' jersey that at some point belonged to the locker room a few doors down. "Cannonball. Here for the AAR or the reprimand?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well Ah had brought some dessert treat for those still here if the doc oks it, but seems Ah a bit late on treats. Ah wanted to come by and see how you guys were doing. Ah aint heard anything from the other teachers you did was bad, except maybe someone sneaking out of bed to try to help folks when she is supposed to be healing up a bit herself first." He says offering them a smile.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ach... Language, Shannon." Kurt's frown is still savage, thinking of the Sentinels, but Samuel surprises him. "Es ist schön, aus der Heimat zu sprechen, wirklich." looking to Guthrie now, and giving a grin, "Guten auben, Kentucky. Good to see you old friend, ja?" flipping down from the ceiling as he finishes his slice.

Triage has posed:
Triage lowers the napkin just after Shannon's attempt at German. He looks around the area for any stray particles from the explosion while he reaches for a second napkin. At that moment, Cannonball explains his presence. Triage pauses to glance to Shanon. "Sneaking out of bed?" he wonders. Looking to the dessert wielding team leader, he shakes his head. "If you mean Shannon, she has been her for the past couple of days and only left her bed when she felt well enough to help me with healing Kitty." He nods to Kitty's former bed. "As you can see, that went well except that Shannon will be here for a few days, and I'm here to see that she heals properly and studies so that she won't fall behind in classes." He pauses and lifts the box, looking to Cannonball and then Samuel. "Pizza?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon pouts a little bit. "Hey, that was yesterday, Sam. I kept my promise, and didn't try to help Kitty again till they cleared me earlier." See? No sneaking. Right? Right! "And I've got my class material in here with me while I'm stuck after that one, so no falling behind for me." She smiles and nudges the pizza box towards both Sam's. "Hungry at all?" The pizza was growing smaller and smaller by the minute--sooner or later, something would have to be done to replenish the local reserves of energy, if the pizza disappeared entirely!

Though Kurt's frown is still deep, it doesn't frighten her in the least. She does, however, have the good grace to blush, referring to one of the smaller books on her little table, leafing through it. "Es tut mir Leid."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    With some effort, although nowhere near the effort it took him yesterday to sit upright, Bean ... sits upright. No cheating and using the bed. The sheet is pulled away, and for the first time in two days he swings his legs over the side of the bed. Blood pressure spike, a moment of dizziness, and then he's looking like himself again. Ignore the monitors. They lie. Honest. Leaning over, slowly, he reaches for a slice of pizza, not even caring what toppings it might have, just hungry after two days. Nom!

    "Someone named Andrea was here earlier, Kanonenkugel. She asked me the same question you asked." Omnom. Nom. "I told her to tell you yes."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will sit his tray down and open it, and inside if 6 dishes of banana pudding "Well, AH got my care package from home, an thought Ah would share before Doug stole it all." He will smile, and looks over to Kurt. "Ah am good, was working on some of the trapeze drills you taught me with Shannon and Megan just the other day, telling them about you helping me. He looks over to Sam and says "Good to heal, but Ah want you both healed up before in the Danger room, Ah don't want you hurting yourself once your almost better.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner nods and watches the others, the amount of chaos going back and forth bringing him to silence as he looks from one to the other... So he opts to slink back a bit, the shadows already starting to gather as they normally do in his vicinity.

Triage has posed:
"Both patients are doing well," Triage assures, peeking into the box of pizza and then closing it to protect it from future explosions after Samuel claimed his slice. "I might need to call for a second box at this rate. I don't think that Kitty anticipated a crowd." He looks to Shannon and asks, "How is that arm? Once this stuff kicks into gear, I'll see if we can speed your healing along."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles, thinking of the trapeze exercises, smiling up at Kurt. "Reminded me a lot of that day I met you, sneaking into the danger room when you had your simulation going. That's still one of my fonder memories here. Always will be."

Something about what Samuel is saying catches her attention, her eyebrows shooting straight up. "Whoah, wait a second. Who is Andrea, and ummm... well, what business did she have speaking for Cannonball?" She looks between both Sam's, not sounding any too happy about this at all. Four stages of teamwork building, indeed--and it looked very much like 'storming' was in the offing.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I don't know, Nightingale." And that's the name Bean uses for Shannon when he wants to make sure she knows he means well. "Chris seemed to know her, and I was a bit... medicated at the time." That seems to remind him, and he looks over to Triage, giving a light tug at the IV line. "When can I get rid of this? There's nothing wrong with me that aspirin won't fix at this point, and I need to be ready to go in case those things come back. That controller knows I exist now."

    The shadows seem to creep about, and draw Sam-Bean's eye towards Kurt. "Stimmt etwas nicht?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the ones here and says "Andrea is a New Mutant a couple years into the classes, she has been on tour, and good to hear she is back. She is probably wanting to get to know the others on the team, working on the whole teamwork thing, Ah want all of you guys working on." He will offer them a smile though something does cross his mind but he leaves it unspoken.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's phone beeps and he looks at it "Sorry but Ah need to check on this enjoy the pudding." and he is gone.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    There is a blink and Kurt's eyes drop when he is complimented, "Danke, Mein Dame... That was a... that was a day where I was pulled out of someplace dark, I appreciated that greatly. Having someone to just have fun wit, ja?"
    And then someone is being called Nightengale, and Sam is going again. "Be safe, Kentucky." Attention back to the younger ones, "So Shannon has a callsign now, no?"

Triage has posed:
Triage nods to Cannonball. "She's back." He glances to Samuel, Shannon, and finally Kurt, including everyone in the discussion. By taht time, the door is closing behind Cannonball. Triage shrugs and continues. "She was here visiting Samuel. She did ask him about joining the team and even though he was groggy, he had the good sense to tell her that he needed to think about the decision. I think that he was right. You shouldn't be hasty about these things, even though New Mutants seems to be a fine time." He pushes aside the box and heads toward Samuel's bed to study the display that is still getting data from Sam's leads. "I'm no doctor but things look good to me," he comments.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs a little bit. She would have to meet this... Andrea. "It's just not sitting right, is all. Don't know, maybe there's something I'm missing here." It was very plain she was protective of Sam, and his leadership of the team.

To Triage, she smiles some. "It's kind of throbbing a little, so are my legs, but it doesn't feel like anything abnormal. If you wanted to take a crack at the breaks, you're welcome to try, when you've recharged some."

She chuckles at Kurt, and looks down at her little book again, trying to find the right words. Though her pronunciation is not perfect, and her pace halting, her tone is lightly teasing, and her eyes twinkle with merriment. "Sie sind alt und vergessen. I mentioned it that day in the circus."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "You know those only say what I want them to say, right?" Sam smiles over to Triage. He might be teasing, he might be deadly serious. Technopath... Then he glances from Shannon to Kurt, giving the latter a nod. "Geht siemlich schnell. Gibt's zwei Wochen, konnen Wir Uns nicht mehr zwishen nur Uns reden."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Blinking, Kurt tilts his head to the side, "Did you mean, Alt, aber nicht vergessen, kliene taube?" looking to Samuel, "Ja, faster with friends and conversation. Less boredom and wall staring." smiling to himself again as he stands and stretches, working out the crackles and pops, Kurt sighs.

Triage has posed:
Triage turns from the display and frowns. "You have a point," he grants to Sam. "If you'll allow me to check personally, I can remove any doubt. I ate enough pizza for that." He looks to Shannon and offers, "Tomorrow, after a hearty breakfast, we'll take care of that arm and those legs, and clear this place for /real/ needs." He sweeps his hand to indicate the medbay. Then he looks up to Kurt. "They say that laughter is the best medicine but I think that good company can be very helpful, too."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs merrily, and shakes her head, her cheeks going a bit rosy as she realizes she botched her attempt at German. "No, I was trying to poke a little fun at your memory for forgetting I mentioned my callsign to you when we first met. It's a nickname my family gave me." Glancing over at Triage and Samuel, she tilts her head, observing quietly for the moment, nodding in response to his statement. The sooner she could get out of here, the better!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Go ahead. See if everything is still where it's supposed to be." Despite the attempt at leaving early yesterday, Sam's actually been a decent patient. But then, he had been asleep most of the time. Now he sits still to give Triage some time to check. As if to confirm that his monitors are suspect when the technopath is awake, they simply switch themselves off. "Good company is a panacea. Without it, everything takes longer."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner nods "I did forget, I apologize - but there was a lot going on that day - and yes laughter is good... We laugh a lot around here eh?"

Triage has posed:
Triage steps close to Samuel since the patient didn't object. He touches the side of Samuel's head briefly and then frowns. "I don't like that," he complains. "Your brain still has some inflammation, not much but enough to cause a problem if you don't rest for a few days, and the edges of those bones still need to knit together more completely." He lowers his hand. "Stay here for another day. Rest. I'll ask for some painkillers for that headache, and if you don't take it easy, your vision might blur temporarily. You'll be of no use like that." Then he glances to Shannon's bed and back to Samuel. "We'll be here to keep you company. I still need to work on her arm and legs after what she took from Kitty."

Isotope has posed:
     After the failed field trip, a certain New Mutant has kept to himself, not wanting to converse with really anyone. He did manage to leave for classes and to eat, but he did make time to venture down to the medbay.

  He didn't hide his suit down here, and everything seemed to be working fine with his circuitry. On his back is his acoustic guitar, as the doors swish open, his boots make a distinct clank sound.

  "Candy Striper." He says with a smile and a chuckle, before he lifts his chin to Triage, and Samuel. Shannon gets a grin, as he makes his way to the foot of her bed. "Herr Kurt." Which was about the extent of his German.

  Brian was good at covering up his own pains, putting the spotlight on his teammates accomplishments. In this instance, he was doing that exact thing. "I heard you were still going to be down here for a bit." He comments to the winged girl. "So, I thought I could make it a little less shi-crummy."

Nightingale has posed:
It's back to that little book for Shannon, and indeed, the challenge of picking up a new language seems to have definitely caught her attention. Just how badly would she butcher her pronunciation of the language this time? "es ist in ordnung. Alter ist nicht nett." She giggles softly, her eyes all a-twinkle. Had she got it right that time? Again, her pace is halting as she stumbles over some of the words, but hopefully the idea is conveyed, as is the intended humor.

She settles back in her bed, inching the sheet up just a little bit more as it's shifted down somewhat. Damn hospital gowns certainly weren't much for modesty, and she had to preserve hers any way she could! One arm rests at her side, kept motionless, and she does not shift her legs about much, either. Just as she is turning her attention towards Triage and Samuel...

...enter in the candystriper! Well, as much as one can be, in the rather distinctive suit, such as Brian finds it necessary to wear! She smiles and waves with her good hand, grinning. "Heh... glad to see you down here. And at least we won't both be called out for cursing like a sailor."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner shakes his head, "No age can be quite unkind." Kurt notes as he look around at the others again... and then there is a 'candy striper' looking to Brian, "Herr Carerra..." winking, "It would be Herr Wagner, ja? Not Mr. Kurt." laughing finally and relaxing a little more as he looks from face to face

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There's a smile on Sam's face at the German being flung about the room. It makes the place feel a lot more like... home. Odd as that might seem. The smile only clouds for a moment at the verdict of his suitability to resume duties, as he would have put it, but the displeasure fades fairly quickly. "As the medical officer in the base used to say, no point in rushing out just to get shot again."

    Brian gets the honor of being the first person Sam has waved to in two whole days. "Glad to see you in one piece."

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    The first signs of something amiss was a blue lightning bolt arcs into the room. It is then a blur moves with incredible speed, circling around the room several times, blue lightning arcing around the blur. It vanishes out the door and a minute later comes back, slowing down to reveal Kaydin holding a pizza in his hand. "So who wants some food? I bet the food they serve in here is healthy, but we need a little garbage in our lives."

Triage has posed:
Triage sees Brian, grins, and waves. "It's good to see everyone coming to show their support," he says. He turns to Samuel. "I can't /order/ you to stay. Someone from administration would need to do that, but ..." He pauses to allow that thought to hit. "You can't fool me or Shannon, so you'd do well to save us the trouble and stay." When Kaydin finally slows, he explains, "Kitty ordered one pizza but most of that is gone, and both Shannon and I need to refuel, if you don't mind."

Isotope has posed:
     Brian slings over the guitar before sitting down adjacent to Shannon's bed, helping keep her modesty. "Yea, I think you're right. Force of habit, my nona calls everyone mister or miss whatever their first name is. No disrespect meant."

  Brian looks to Samuel and nods. "I'm tougher than I look. But apparently zapping a Sentinel in half makes Isotope need to take a break. Good to see you...not in worse shape." A quick grimace at his verbal gymnastics. "I mean, you know. I saw you go down and I had to step in, it...was too soon from the thing in Midtown. I couldn't stand there and just help herd kids to the bus."

  He strums a quick chord, before continuing to talk. "So, new subject. I managed to save that bloody piece of Sentinel Logan pulled out of his back...it was so metal."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The smile vanishes. Instantly. The lightning is tracked around the room for just a second, and when it resolved to a blur, Sam leans back and reaches for the IV-stand. He hoiks the entire contraption over the bed, using the pendulum motion of his legs to get it over the fulcrum, and then brandishes it like an improvised fighting staff, between the door and Shannon's bed. Sensor leads pop off and fall out of his jersey while Bean crouches and gets ready to ...

    Pizza?

    There's a visible relaxation. As if only now aware of having lifted it at all, Bean puts the IV tree back down on its rollers, taking great care to look at /nobody/ as he climbs back onto his bed, sitting with his legs over the side as he was before. "So, you did get him that souvenir in the end then?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner blinks, looking down and drawing out his phone. "Forgive me! I must run! I'm sorry, ja?" and suddenly he is out the door... and teleporting!

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon groans and shakes her head. "Sheesh. People are not meant to be pincushions. I mean, I know Logan's got a healing factor way faster than mine, but still...!" Then there's the blue lightning zipping around the room. Just as quickly, there's the escalation of the situation as Samuel yanks his IV tree out of the wall and turns it into a fighting staff. She sits up quickly--a little too quickly, jarring her busted arm and legs with a rather loud yelp. "Techno! Easy there... it's Kaydin." She smiles a little at Kaydin, then at Samuel. "You get used to lightning zipping around the room."

She settles back into bed, sinking into the pillow as readily as she does the notes of those lightly strummed chords, allowing the soft music to lull her for a moment. She smiles softly. "Pizza... music... I do think all of us are getting a little spoiled here!"

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    "To be fair, we are risking our lives fighting things that would probably take over the world and wipe us all out. Spoiling in one's free time is a given." Kaydin says as he opens the pizza to reveal a tradditional pepperoni pizza. He then moves slowly over to offer it. "So I assume this was because of the last skirmish with the tin men?" He asks as he looks to the injuries and then looks to Triage. "You arent overworked down here are you?" He asks with concern.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean watches Kurt go, making a few mental notes. There's a quick grimace when he hears Shannon yelp, and then the perfectly pleasant expression back on his face. One of these must be a true emotion, right? But then again, pizza! He helps himself to another slice. "Thing. Thing that will, not things. Singular."

Isotope has posed:
     Brian looks over to Samuel as he gets ready to kick ass, and his brow furrows. "Stand d-" he then immediately sees that Samuel is calming down. "Heh, yeah, his choice words after we're priceless."

  He plucks strings with his fingers, a calm melody. A few bars before he starts.

Here comes the sun, doot-n-doo-doo
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon hums a light counterpoint to Brian's tune, hearing the familiar melody for the first in a long time. It brings a smile to her face, and she bobs her head lightly in time with the song. Even music, though, cannot compete with more earthy needs--such as that for sustenance. "Kaydin, you are so right... a little junk isn't going to hurt us. Besides... I'm likely to run it all off once I'm out of here anyways."

Triage has posed:
Triage watches Sam warily for a moment, then the lure of pizza, along with Kaydin's question, takes his attention. "I'm recovering," he answers, lifting a slice from the box. "This should help, and if I can get a big breakfast in the morning, I'll be ready for a few more customers." He finds a stool usually used by medical staff and perches on it. "Those tin cans cause more trouble than they know." He starts to devour the slice of pizza ravenously, as if he has not eaten in days.

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    Kaydin watches the others eat. He smiles and he looks around. "Truth be told I wish I can help deal with those sentinels. Problem is I can only run fast. I can get everyone away from them as quick as can be." He says. "But hey discovered a new power. I can phase through solid objects. No more opening doors!" He says with a grin.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    A nod, and Bean gives Shannon a hand gesture, a German style 'three', with thumb and two fingers. Three miles for this indulgence, at least. "At least they're not as smart as people think. Once you take out the controller, no more Sentinels. Simple. Once I get the all clear, remind me to start working on a hypothetical for that op."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows as she hears Kaydin. "You can wha...? Wait, is that anything like Kitty's phasing? Maybe you could talk to her about that, see if she can help you figure things out." She smiles and glances over to the now-empty bed where Kitty had lain comatose, since the Sentinel attack on the field trip. "At least now she can." She grins wryly at Samuel and nods in understanding. "Early morning next chance we get then, I take it." Oh, but the indulgence of a good pepperoni pizza would be SO worth it! Good pizza, good company, an old favorite song... despite the location and the insistent, throbbing pain, somehow the day did not seem as if it could get much better.

Isotope has posed:
     Brian continues to play the song softly. Happy to just be background at this point.

  Eventually he just closes his eyes and keeps playing, putting out the rest of the room.

Triage has posed:
Triage finishes the first slice and returns to the box for another slice. "Both of you will be out there again soon. I'm sure of that," he insists, glancing to Shannon and Samuel. Then he nods to Kaydin. "She's right. You should talk to Kitty about learning to harness that new talent. With practice, it might be worth more than you think, especially if it will help us to stop those tin cans." He returns his attention to Sam and urges, "You could start that ball on its roll tomorrow by talking to one of the leaders."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances over at Brian and smiles, taking a breath and singing softly in harmony.

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Samuel Morgan has posed:
Samuel swings his legs back onto the bed, laying back against the pillows. He doesn't know the song, but he's enjoying it nevertheless, closing his eyes.

Isotope has posed:
     Brian continues to play, keeping the tempo with that soft beautiful song.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles at Brian, humming along for a few moments. "You're really good. Wish I could play half as well as you do. I think the guitar's beyond me, though." She looks over Samuel's way and tilts her head. "Do you have any favorite songs there, Techno?"

Triage has posed:
Even with the pizza for fuel, Triage begins to slow. He frowns and shakes his head. "That song is great but it reminds me that I need some sleep before the sun comes again tomorrow." He finishes his pizza and stops one of the nurses on duty. After a brief chat, he waves to the patients. "I'll be back in a bit. I asked them to come and get me if there's trouble. If not, we'll see about an escape." With that, he heads for the door, which slides open long enough for him to exit, and then closes again.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    For a moment, Sam glances at the small radio that someone has left on his bedside table, coincidentally also the only thing on it. It would be the matter of a moment to not just turn it on, but to make it play a song via someone's phone. In the end though, he just smiles, watching Brian and Shannon, after giving a wave to Triage. "Would you be entirely surprised if I said that most of the music I got to listen to was a bit... specific to its purpose?" Not to mention, usually at volumes designed to disorient.

Isotope has posed:
     Brian finishes and keeps the guitar to his midsection. "Thanks, I just like to play. Good hobby to have."

  Listening to what Bean was talking about, wasn't very surprising. "No." He says, matter of factly, but not angrily.

  "Kid, find a song you like to listen to. Then keep going, you have what? Fifteen years worth of roses to smell." He actually has no clue how old Samuel is, but it didn't matter, his point was made.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon feels her brows furrow as she listens to Samuel, saddened to hear that this simplest of joys had never been one he knew. "Brian's right. You've got a chance here to start over. Maybe start with something as simple as listening to just one song. Then another, and another. There's so much out there." She smiles a little bit. "Music can often speak where words fail. It can sometimes be a friend when there is none, something to hold on to when you wonder if anything will ever be right again...."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I've had a few chances to listen to music since I got here." Bean admits, but then again he's always been very private about what he does when he's not in class or talking to a counselor. "Looked for 'angry german music' and first hit I got was Rammstein. Recognised a few tracks. There's a lot I have to catch up on." He nods to Brian and Shannon, acknowledging the advice and the wisdom behind it. "With some luck though, I'll have plenty of time to do it."

Isotope has posed:
     "There you go, Rammstein. I mean, it is a little on the nose. But a start."

  Brian gives a wink to Shannon before he stands up and pulls that guitar around to his back again. "Well, I guess I put off that paper on proton physics long enough..."

  "Y'all get some rest, or at least, try not to use an IV stand as a bo staff for one night." Brian offers with a smile before he starts to make his way out for the night. "See y'all tomorrow!" He offers before he gets to the doors.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon reaches out to squeeze Brian's hand briefly and smiles. "You rest too, if you can. Thank you... it was really nice to see you down here." She laughs a little bit. "Hey... I wouldn't know what to do with a bo staff if it was a snake and bit me in the backside!" And, just like that, he's headed for the doors. She manages to suppress a little sigh, ducking her head.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "See, you do that once, you get a reputation..." A smile from Bean as Brian heads out. "Thanks for the music. See you tomorrow."

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    Kaydin had blurred out and came back quickly. "Sorry had to meet with my brother. He is insistent that I am going to graffiti up someplace...I mean he is totally right, but it is annoying." He says with a smile as he watches the people. He then moves to Shannon. "You know, I can make some cookies or something for you if you provide the recipe. Cant promise I wont eat them, but still." He says with a grin to the girl.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles a little and writes out the recipe for soem plain old, basic chocolate chip cookies with her good hand--which, thankfully, is her right one--in one of her notebooks, and rips the page out. "It's worth a try. You're a way better cook than I am, anyways!" She nudges the sheet over to Kaydin, chuckling. "If you think you're going to eat that many, though, I'd consider a double batch."

It's an impish little grin she gives to Samuel. "You sure that's just three miles when we're both out of here?" she asks, her tone light and teasing.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "At this rate, three miles for the rest of the week." Sam acknowledges, although he's technically a bit behind on calories... but then he hasn't actually been exercising either, so it all comes out in the wash. "A better cook than you? Now that I have to s- taste."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles a little bit and nods. "Oh heavens, yes. Makes a way better chicken soup than I do, that's for sure." She tlts her head, going quiet as she thinks of something, nibbling her lower lip. "It's not bothering you that I'm trying to learn the language, is it? I mean... I shouldn't be stepping on something with you and Kurt... just I'm used to hearing it from him, but now from you too, and I thought you both might want to hear it a little more often. Even if I mangle it sometimes."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Bother? Not at all. It's a familiar sound." And, it seems, familiar in a way that isn't setting off Bean's hair triggers. "Besides, it's always good to know how to speak another language. I only speak four myself, wouldn't mind learning Russian, Mandarin and Cantonese."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon's eyes widen, and her jaw drops open. "ONLY four languages, he says. Most of us are lucky to speak one, maybe two!" She laughs some, and shakes her head, her eyebrows raised and smiling in amazement. "German would make my third language. English is my first, and my maternal grandmother spoke French around the house. So most any other language I speak has that inflection to it now. It's why I can't speak Spanish to save my life, even though the two are so close."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Only in that they share the same Latin root." It's a side of Sam that doesn't come out often. Plenty of students know by now that he's a technopath. A few people who need to know are aware of most of his past, the growing number are becoming aware that he can be dangerous if unsupervised... But few people in the school, if any, have ever caught a glimpse of the intelligent side of Sam. "Spanish, especially the Castillan that is considered to be the standard today, was heavily influenced by Catalan and Andalouse, which was in itself influenced by early Arab in the time before the Reconquista. Et n'oublie pas que la langue Française est la plus belle langue du monde."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon's eyes light right up, and her smile is wide and unguarded. Even though she has to pause and think out her reply for a moment, she is not referring to any sort of book. "C'est tres vrai. Mais chaque langue a sa propre beauté." She chuckles softly, her cheeks going just a tiny bit rosy; she nibbles her lower lip, considering her question. "Qui avait la voix d'un ange?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There's a laugh, and Bean relaxes into his pillows. Was it the question? The fact that he discovered yet another language he can speak with someone? This time it's not easy to tell what spurred him to such an expression of emotion. "I thought we were all dead at the lab. Honestly, when I heard your voice, I wasn't sure for a moment. But considering all the times I've woken up somewhere I didn't recognise, it was exactly what I was hoping to hear."

Nightingale has posed:
If Samuel were a painter, he would be able to discover new shades of pink in Shannon's face. The teen's feathery wings come up around her to hide most of her face save for her eyes, much as a gentlewoman of yore might have used a fan. "You might have been in rough shape, but none of us died at the lab." She pouts a little bit behind her wings, though the expression somehow seems quite clear in the slightly petulant, yet playful tone of her voice. "You know, I'm just a little pissed we'll never be able to go back there. It was kind of interesting stuff. Couldn't even begin to understand some of it, but it was still neat."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    And yet, at the moment, Sam is studying the ceiling again. Featureless as ever, but it gives him something to look at while his brain engages and starts to churn. "We might. I mean, after they rebuild and repair the tens of millions worth of damage to their lab equipment, re-run the whole research and... yeah, don't think it's going to happen either." But it does remind him of an interesting point, something that he'd noticed at the time but didn't stand out as important until just that moment. "Hey... did you notice there wasn't any security around when those Sentinels broke in? They were around when we arrived, were swarming around while we were on that tour, and then they ran off somewhere just before the Sentinels arrived. Where'd they go? And why didn't they even try to evacuate us?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows, her wings now coming to rest in a more relaxed manner somewhat to her sides. "You know... you're right, I didn't even think of that. Question is, if we follow that line of thought... were us kids the target, were the adults, or was it just any mutant that happened to be there?" Her brows knit together as she frowns, very deeply. "Come to think of it... they used a lot of techno-babble, so do we -really- know what they were researching? Or how they were getting their research material??"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I understood some of it. Not all, but... it sounded similar to the things my f-... the things Doctor Eisen would talk about. Genetic engineering, re-sequencing, all that stuff." Bean sounds more contemplative than tired now, running through the whole incident again, trying to look at it from different angles. In short, he's already mentally composing his after action report. "But no, they never said anything about sources, or ... you know, I don't think they ever said what the purpose was either. Only that Doctor Lykos would tell us more. Who by the way also ran for the nearest emergency exit immediately after that blast." Which was odd, with the benefit of hindsight. "How'd he know what that blast was about? Could have been a lab accident, but... no, he ran straight for the nearest way out."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head a little bit, running the fingers of her right hand through her hair. "Merde! None of it adds up. The more I think about it, the more questions there are--and none of them are likely to have very good answers. In point of fact..." Her tone darkens a little, her expression turning to something of a scowl--not an expression Samuel's likely to have seen on her before. "...it sure sounds like a setup, and maybe we were guinea pigs for those tinplated monsters, and those null beams. And Kitty paid the price." She grumbles. "That's just speculation, or at least I hope it turns out to be only so. I'd like to be wrong."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Picking up the thread, Sam runs with it and looks at odds of probability. From a tactical perspective, a political perspective, and finally a logistical perspective. It's the kind of operation he was trained to run, and being on the receiving end, he's picking it apart action by action, frame by frame in his memory. "The possibility exists, but I don't think it's likely. It would require three things." And, unaware that he's doing it, Bean starts to count them, German style, on the fingers of his right hand. Thumb. "One, the secret of the school would have to be blown. We know that some people know, but that's a closed circle, and ultimately self-policing. It's possible, but not likely." Index finger. "Two, a willingness for a company to sacrifice literally tens of millions of dollars of hardware, research and, let's face it, publicity and reputation for an uncertain outcome. I can see that being possible or even likely if they'd targeted only one or two, in a controlled setting, but not an entire class of school kids in the middle of their own headquarters." Middle finger. "Three, the manpower to stage the attack, the cooperation of at least all of security and Doctor Lykos, and the means to brief them all as well as give effective commands at the time. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's possible, but the people I saw weren't the type willing to die for a cause, to put their own lives on the line for this... besides, when you get right down to it, the whole operation was a bust. How much does a Sentinel cost? Ten million? Twenty? And they lost three for no perceptible gain that we're aware of. As an ambush, it was a pretty poor execution."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon actually breathes a sigh of relief. "Whew. So it's just my imagination running wild." Still, she does pay attention as he runs through the reasons it wouldn't work, and one is left to wonder if, somewhere under the fluff and healng, there might not be the makings of a warrior. "Well, will it really do us any good to pick it apart like this? Or if we do, should we maybe bounce our thoughts about it off one of the teachers?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "First rule." And now Sam is back in teaching mode, looking over to Shannon with that smile on his face. "Never give your superiors assumptions or theories. Give them facts. No point in speculating and passing on that speculation to people who might come to the wrong conclusion and actually be in a position to make it worse. Analyse, understand, underpin with fact, present."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, seeming to consider this. She can't help but smile herself, too, when she sees he is. "I guess some of that's a little harder for me on this one. You're used to thinking analytically, it sounds like. Me... I don't always think with my head, I tend to think with my heart." She sighs a little, rubbing her temples, her smile fading. For a moment, her eyes mist over. "And that gets me in trouble more often than not."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That's not a bad way to think." And, despite wanting to say a lot more, Sam suddenly yawns, clearly surprising himself as well. It's about as human a gesture as he's ever made. "'scuse me... I swear, someone put sedatives on that pizza..."