9396/Got Out of Town On a Boat Going to Southern Islands

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Got Out of Town On a Boat Going to Southern Islands
Date of Scene: 02 October 2019
Location: Janet van Dyne's Yacht, at sea
Synopsis: Rogue, Janet and Kitty board the Beesting, Janet's yacht, and take it to warmer waters.
Cast of Characters: Shadowcat, Wasp (van Dyne), Rogue




Shadowcat has posed:
It has been awhile since Janet, Rogue and Kitty have gotten together. So when one of them came up with the idea for a cruise, and lots of booze, all it took was clearing their schedules to make it happen.

Kitty walks up on the bow of the sleek vessel as it cuts through the water smoothly, seeming to almost glide through the ocean swells. She stands up there, arms spread, and shouts, "I'm the Queen of the World!" before turning back towards the others to give a laugh. She has a rock glass in one hand, with something dark and strong in it. Kitty takes another sip and then heads back towards where her friends are.

Kitty has let the ponytail down, her hair flowing loose in the ocean breeze. She has on a bikini top and then a partially see-through wrap about her hips.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Of course, darling," Janet agrees with Kitty. The for'ard deck of the SS Beesting holds steady as the superyacht slices through the waters. Unlike some billionaires, Janet doesn't have a hulking apartment complex of a personal yacht-- it's really just an oversized skiff. Ten cabins, a full crew complement, and just enough room on the quarterdeck for a fully stocked gymnasium.

Much like Kitty, Janet's in a bikini (lime green) with a paper-thin sarong wrapped around her hips. Once the yacht passed the invisible Mason-Dixon line, the weather had warmed significantly. Now as it rounds Cape Canaveral, it's positively balmy out.

She shifts her legs, reclining langorously upon one hip. Dark designer sunglasses hide most of her face.

"It's kind of nice getting away from the boys for a few days, isn't it?" she inquires, rhetorically. Janet stretches in place, feline. "Avenger's Mansion can get *dreadfully* dank with too much testosterone," she says, scowling at the thought. "We really need more women on the team," she remarks.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is on the boat. Wearing a loose green top that is marginally see-thru and some black slacks and simple black shoes, she just grins at Kitty's exuberant display. "Nice one." She says to her friend before she starts to wander around the boat, over to one of the sides to look over the edge at the water.

"I'd like t'go back and save all the people who died on the Titanic." She glances back over to Kitty then. "If we ever run inta a time traveler, remind me t'ask'em to do that." She turns then and settles down onto a cushioned seat, then raises up the drink she's holding. "But then, I guess, it probably would ruin all kinds'a other things. Like all the new rules'n regulations that went inta effect after all that shit went t'trial."

She watched a documentary or two about it.

Janet's words draw Rogue's eyes over to her. She smirks at her. "Boys." She says then. "Ever notice how thats all they ever seem t'be anymore? Like there's no 'men' out there any more. Just 'boys'. Perpetually sixteen years old, wearin' shorts'n playin' video games. Its... I don't know, maybe I'm missin' the south, where they had a better crop'a men t'choose from. Bad ones there too, of course, but the good ones? They're real good..." Rogue smirks then and sips fromher glass again.

After the sip. "I'd offer t'help the Avengers again, Miss Janet, but they didn't seem t'really ever need my help." Which may or may not be a meledramatic statement on her 20-year old part.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty moves over to settle upon a lounge chair, smiling at the handsome man from the crew who refills her glass. When his back is turned, Kitty looks to Rogue and motions over to the rather finally cut man while her friend is on the subject.

Kitty takes a sip of the good stuff. "Mmm. Well, I think I've done pretty well. I don't care what anyone wants to call him, Peter... works for me," she says happily. "But if you need a wingperson to go down south with you, just let me know and we'll zoom down and you can go crazy," Kitty offers to her old roommate.

She looks back to Janet. "Thanks for having us along on this shindig. I still like it at the mansion there though. I mean, I've never lived, but visiting. It's just... so different? I don't know that I can find words for it. It's so different than the school where we have kids running all over with powers. While there it's like... I don't know. some Penthouse for powered people?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Rogue, darling, you can't call Steven a 'boy' with a straight face," Janet purrs. "I'm pretty sure his pecs alone could turn a girl into a woman."

She holds out her drink and it's replaced by a filled glance, not even requiring Janet to look. By some strange coincidence, no one on Janet's yacht is anything less than 'gorgeous', men and woman alike.

"Don't get me wrong," Janet amends, glancing at Kitty. "Peter's cute. But he's so..." She wrinkles her nose. "I don't know. Nerdy," she says, for lack of something more articulate. "He's an adult, I know, but every time I talk to him I feel like I'm talking to a middle-schooler. I expect him to start telling me all about his Pokemans," she says, butchering the pronounciation.

Janet sips her pina colada. "But what I'm /really/ hearing is a cry for help," she says, looking to Rogue. "Surely we can set you up with *someone*. What's your type, honey? You like 'em big and hairy, or the twinky little guys with perfect abs?" she inquires of the southern belle.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smirks when Kitty motions to the server who is a very handsome man, but... Rogue makes a little motion toward Kitty when he leaves, suggesting 'something'. Its probably that Rogue thinks he plays for the other team, so to speak... or is it the same team? How does that work?

A little shake of her head then. She's about to respond to Kitty when Janet does it for her. She smirks at the Cap bit and shakes her head... then POINTS at Janet when she speaks of Peter.

"Now here's the thing. I like Peter too. He's great. Really kind and sweet, you guys are legit a great couple... But I'm more... I don't know..."

Her eyes drift over to Janet and she grins at her. "I don't count Cap in this collection that I'm grossly generalizing either. He doesn't count cause he comes from a literal bygone generation. But, even still, he's a bit straight laced for me..." Rogue clears her throat then and leans over onto her right, moving her hair as it blows in the wind across her face.

When asked what she likes she just grins. "Patrick Swayzye... Bruce Willis. Even whats his face... the cowboy guy. Eastwood!" She laughs softly. "They don't make men like them anymore. It really sucks."

A look goes back to Kitty and she smirks softly at her friend. "I don't wanna go down to the south just to scoop on guys. I mean, I do, but thats also kinda weird. I wouldn't mind goin' to Mardi Gras sometime though. Gambit and I talked about it, even if he hated the thoughta goin' back there, he said he'd do it for me if I wanted t'see his home. But... that was before he, changed." She shakes that thought away.

"I don't know. I'm just ramblin'." More drink sipping is taken then.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty gives a big grin at the talk of Peter nerdy. "Yeah, he is, isn't he," she says, in a tone that clearly makes it a wonderful thing. "And you'd never know the body he's hiding under that mild mannered demeanor and the loose fitting t-shirts," she adds with a little cackle.

Kitty reclines back in the chair, watching some seagulls drifting above the boat, hoping for a handout for a chance or to scoop up something discarded. "Janet, I love you to death but I will never be as sophisticated. I'm good with my nerdy boy and our dog and our dragon," she says.

Speaking of dragons, she looks over to where Lockheed is lying on his back, sunning himself after over-indulging on cheesy poofs. "Good thing he doesn't sunburn," Kitty comments, reaching over to give him a little belly rub which gets one of the dragon's legs twitching.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's eyebrows rise visibly behind her glasses. She puts her finger behind her ear and levers them up to rest atop her head, and exchanges A Look with Rogue.

Teasing Anna-Marie about her dating life is fun, but the quickwitted fashionista doesn't miss a curious turn of phrase from Kitty's lips.

"Woah, time out. Full stop," she says, and her hand moves sharply through the air. "*Our* dog?" she echoes. "*Our* dragon?"

Janet appeals silently to Rogue for support. "You two are movin' a little fast, aren't you?" she inquires of Kitty. "It's not even been six months. You're already gonna give him your furbabies?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just looks over to Lockheed when he's indicated and she smirks at the dragon, then takes another sip of her beverage. Her eyes sweep over to Janet and then back to Kitty, which makes her grin at Janet's response.

"If we're moving super fast here, what happens t'the 'furbabies' if a real baby comes inta the picture? A Lil'Peter or a Lil'Kitty?" She'll take up a notch if Janet will.

Slowly she shakes her head side to side then. "I'll include Lockheed in my list'a favorite men too, he's just my kinda cute." She states that with a sly smirk before she glances back out to the water again.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty lets out a squeal at the two of them as Rogue ups it. "Oh don't even joke about that!" she says. "I'm not ready for kids. I JUST turned old enough to drink in my own damn country," says the girl who got used to drinking when she was in England.

Kitty laughs though and gives a little shrug. "Well, he asked me to move into his apartment with him. And... Rogue had a puppy in need of a home. Granted, 'our dragon' was embellishment though Lockheed likes him enough."

She looks over to the two women and grins at them. "He makes me happy. Really, really happy," Kitty says with a huge smile.

Lockheed shifts his head, one eye opening to reveal the yellow pupil as it peeks over to her. The eye closes again, though the whole little look had a feeling of satisfaction to it from the purple dragon.

"Anyway, we were talking about Steve's chest, weren't we?" Kitty says, diverting the subject back towards something else with a grin.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Steve's perfect rack is a matter of public and scientific record," Janet says, correcting Kitty with a meticulous and imperious uplift of her finger. "It's old news. Not that I don't enjoy it on repeat," she amends, quickly.

"Look, just... take it from someone who went down that church aisle once already," Janet tells Kitty. "Don't rush into it. I did that when I was younger than you are now. It turned into a lot of heartache and misery. I thought Hank was gonna be my everything and -- well, everyone knows how *that* turned out," Janet says, with a tone that's positively Saharan.

She downs her drink, examines the empty glass, and starts looking around for someone to refill it.

Rogue has posed:
The southern belle passenger on this yacht ride just has to smile at Kitty's words. "Well, live it up then. I say if he proposes, go for it. But if ya don't want any babies, then just phase every time he tries t--" She cuts herself off and grins softly. "Nevermind."

Janet's words draw Rogue's own memories back to the time in Paris where she tried to marry a Cajun only to watch him get stabbed and everyone in attendance attacked. She doesn't talk about it though, not out loud anyway, no point really. She was young and dumb, still is, maybe, who knows!

Rogue stands up then to go find where the server had put the alcoholic beverage bottles. "This really is a nice ship. I could see sailin' away in one'a these things and never lookin' back. Just go port t'port with someone ya like and... yeah, get lost at sea."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty smiles over to Janet as she sips her drink. "I'm not trying to rush into it. Though, I think when I was hurt... him seeing me lying there like that? I think maybe it kind of... well, you know how it is. You kind of learn something about your feelings for someone in a moment like that."

"We're going to back to Deerfield, have a flight out when we get back. He's going to meet Mom," she says. "So if he survives that, it's a good sign."

Kitty facepalms and starts laughing at Rogue. "Oh god I'm going to think about that all the time now," she laughs. "You know, we should all go down to Mardi Gras together. Or maybe Carnival down in Rio? I bet Roberto could set us up down there really well," she says.

Rogue's idea of just sailing brings a smile from Kitty. "I could like that kind of life, yes," she agrees. "Even just a small sailboat. Just let it go with the wind where it takes you?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Nothing like the sure knowledge you're about to lose a hottie before you got a chance to hit it," Janet says, and emits a very melodramatic sigh. "That's why I say, stay footloose and single as long as you can." The petite socialite gets to her feet and stretches her hands to the heaven, wrists twining overhead as she flexes muscles gone too long without use.

"And for what it's worth, sailbots are absolutely *terrible* for long-term travel," Janet advises the other two girls. "It's all hawsers and ropes and mizzenmasts. I will never again do a regatta, you get too much sun and *dreadful* blisters running sails around by hand. So proletarian," she sniffs.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue returns with her own refilled glass and she smiles at what they're both saying. "I don't know anything about boats. But I guess I'll take Janet's word for it." She returns to her seat then and settles back into it. Her glass is raised up for another sip and she looks back out to the waters.

Shadowcat has posed:
Lockheed finally stirs and rolls over, getting up and stretching. He spreads his wings and then flaps them, taking off into the air to chase the sea gulls off. They never have a chance, the agile dragon weaving around them in the air and sending the birds flapping away across the waves.

He flies back, looking proud of himself as he moves to land on Rogue's shoulder and try to stick his snout down into her glass.

Kitty laughs and shakes her head. "I don't know Janet, there's just something about not having an engine. Just letting nature propel you along. And a little hard work with the sales kind of has its own reward. It's like... I bought a bunch of really old motorcycles in need of repair for the kids. And staff. And there were two new students recently, and they were all gone. So I found a couple more for them. And... just working with their hands like that. There's something very inspiring about it. Very, cleansing for the soul."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's nose wrinkles at Kitty's rebuttal. "I prefer an engine and a competent helmsman," she informs the younger woman, urbanely. "And I know exactly how it feels to work with my hands, thank you," she adds, quite primly. Janet finds her seat again and curls into it. Her drink's retreived and she bites down on the straw to take a few long sips. "I didn't make JVD a national name by outsourcing the hard work. I've spent plenty of time pinning and hemming gowns and shirts. Just because I don't like excess labor doesn't mean I can't work hard. When I have to." She stretches out again and tucks an arm behind her head, dropping her sunglasses into place once more with a pass of her hand.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shoots her eyes over to Lockheed when he lands on her, her shoulder a sturdy landing spot, like a steel platform really. She smiles at him as he shows up there and then watches him lower his head toward her drink. "Hey!" She states then, covering it over with one gloved hand. "Ya don't want this. It'll make ya drunk, then you'll be flamin' this boat all up like a mad-dragon. We don't need that one bit. I can't carry everyone back t'shore after all if this thing starts t'sink."

She smirks at him before she looks back over to Janet. "You're the coolest of us all, ya know that?" She asks. "I mean, you're young, commanding the fashion industry, datin' Captain America and one'a the leading Avengers that isn't a dude. You make the rest've us look bad, Janet." Rogue teases with a sly grin, still covering her drink so the purple one can't get at it.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty nods in agreement with Rogue and reaches over to give Janet's hand a squeeze if the woman lets her. "Wasn't trying to imply you didn't do hard work. I've seen you working first hand you're amazing in so many ways. I just still had in my head how much the kids took to getting to fix something," she says.

Kitty relaxes, letting the warm sunlight drench her. "Ok, you know, Fall is a favorite time of the year for me. But man this warm weather sure is nice," she says of the tropical warmth.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet squeezes Kitty's hand in return and smiles affectionately back at the mutant girl. At Rogue's effusive compliment, the smile turns to a knowing grin. One would be hard pressed to look more smug than Janet does as she leans her shoulders into the lounge with an indolent ease.

"Honey, we didn't need Tony leading us then, and we don't need someone leading us now," Janet reminds Rogue. "We've gotten along *just* fine without a 'leader'," she quips. "Hank and Tony and-- yeah, even Steve, they get on these tears about 'someone has to make the decisions'. It just works so much more nicely when everyone's working together and no one's making a stink about a chain of command."

"Men," she huffs, and savagely sips more pina colada.