9487/It's just a Hallway, dude

It's just a Hallway, dude
Date of Scene:	08 October 2019
Location:	Women's Dormitory (East Halls), Second Floor, Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Wade is Wade in the hallway with Shannon and Sam.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Nightingale, Cannonball

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Deadpool has posed:
"Seriously. Just a hallway. They need labels. Or maps. Or directions. Or people that give maps or directions. Tours. I would take a tour," Wade talks to himself, having recently taken a seat in the upstairs hallway of somewhere or wherever this is.

Wade's using his image inducer, because it's required to not scare CHILDREN, so he's doing that. Today is NOT Jeremy, but some other student-like appearance nobody cares about. Pyro or somebody. Sure, Pyro, that'll work.

So that means he's a lanky red-haired kid, in jeans and a normal-colored shirt, sitting in a hallway, with his phone out, pausing to use up the lives on his game.

Nightingale has posed:
     It'd been an eventful day, to say the least, and it left Shannon little able to sleep. Without thinking that SOMEONE of the opposite gender might be lurking in the hallway leading to the women's dorms, she tiptoes outside her room and closes the door with a soft little -click-. She's wearing red tartan sweat pants, a baggy grey tank top, and big, fluffy slippers that look like... Old English Sheepdogs. Yep. Big black nose, floppy pink tongues, and all. She doesn't recognize the student just outside her dorm room door, but a quick look assures her that, unless someone's invited him to be in this area, chances were he did not belong. She coughs a little bit. "Got lost there?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is actually coming in late. He had to take care of some things in the city, so, he is headed up to his room in the other side of the mansion, but happens to look down the ladies hal, and sees Shannon talking to a kid he does not recognize, stops and studies in that direction a moment.

Deadpool has posed:
Naturally, Wade zeroes in on the slippers. "I adore those. I have some hello kitty ones," Wade says immediately, looking at her feet with clear sudden interest, cheerfully. "They do not have tongues, though, as Hello Kitty lacks a mouth. Except in the cartoons. Which truly makes her look weird. I try not to reflect on why speech makes her weird."

Wade does take a breath, then. "Yes, I got lost. Maybe if I sit long enough, I'll find an adult," Wade chuckles. "Or they will find me," he adds, with a sideways glance down the hallway towards Sam. "Pretend I'm a potted plant," he suggests, conspiratorial. "Maybe his vision is based on movement."

Nightingale has posed:
     One thing image inducers do not hide is one's voice. And, the way that 'student' is chattering on, coupled with the fact that this is -not- the first time she's heard that particular voice, has Shannon face-palming. "Thanks, I think. What are you doing here, Wade? This is the women's dorms, you know."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and starts to walk down the hall, asking "Is everything ok?" He will say as he gets closer to the two, and tries to place if he knows the guy, not recognizing him, but with image inducers and illusions thats not saying alot.

Deadpool has posed:
"Oh. I just picked a place. And then I didn't end up there," Wade says, in his extremely logical lack-of-logic way.

"I'm not here," Wade says convincingly up at Sam when Sam decides to go ask more detailed questions. Yes, Wade's voice is Wade's. It's very distinctive. Sort of like a yellow, electric rat.

"Okay, that's a lie, I am, but I'm being harmless. See? I'm just using my lives in Candy Mountain Blitz," Wade says, showing his phone's paused screen and the array of gems sparkling in tiles on his game.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a little bit of a smile and just offers her hand. "I'm actually kind of glad you're here. I wanted to apologize for coming at you like I did the other day." Wait. Someone's actually being -civil- to the Merc With A Mouth? Will wonders never cease?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's bow raises and was about to say something possible taking the guy not in green cgi out of the hallway, but at Shannon's words he stops and listens to see where this is going.

Deadpool has posed:
"Okay. I'll check with my heart and see how I feel about it. Cookies are okay for apologies, I was pretty hurt, in the feels," Wade barters, looking up at Shannon, but reaches up to touch her hand with one finger. It's kind of ET style. Or 'pull my finger.'

"Ooooooouch."

ET it is.

Nightingale has posed:
     "I think we both were pretty hurt in the feels. Truce?" Shannon giggles at the pop culture reference, extending just her index finger as if to return the E.T. gesture. Innocent enough, right? Right.

     That is, until she pulls his finger, keeping her laughter down to a reasonable volume so that she doesn't wake anyone else up. "I hope you didn't have chili or something...."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie just covers his face with his palm, and looks at wade "Just don't get her in any trouble or hurt, want to see her able to enjoy being out and about a bit more than she has been of late." He looks to SHannon and says "Ah think your ok here, I am going to go grab a shower."

Deadpool has posed:
Of /course/ Wade farts. "I didn't wear the brown pants, so we can only hope." Wade does check, though, as if anything could possibly be learned with the inducer covering things up. But apparently a visual look down back at his butt is enough. He then climbs to his feet with a complete lack of attempt to be graceful or agile. Which perhaps is odd, at least to Sam, who knows that Dead can perform a flip and stick to the ceiling while firing both guns and chewing gum while chattering if he chose.

"Truce! Hug it out?" Wade asks. Then changes his mind. "Wait. You're under eighteen. We'll just platonically wave, then. That's a big nope on a nope-rope." He smiles, though, and turns towards Sam.

"Okay, ready to be 'escorted forcefully out'," Wade started to say, but then Sam is taking a shower. "A shower? Sure. I'll scrub you, you scrub me?" Wade suggests, bounding after Sam.

Nightingale has posed:
     Uh-oh. It went from calling a truce with Wade, to saving Sam from being subjected to who-knows-what. "Hey, hugs are still fair game." She leaps after Wade, pulling him in for a quick hug, wrapping both her arms and wings around him from behind. She looks up at Sam, mouthing the word, "RUN"! The game is afoot!

Deadpool has posed:
"BANANA. BANANA! ...Is that not the safe word? I forgot the safeword.... SAFEWORD!" Deadpool yelps as he's grabbed. "Permission! My outfit does not give consent to grab! Ahh! My BUTT!"

So much for being quiet in the hallway...

"I brought my loofa thouuuugh!"