9555/A Healer's Feast

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A Healer's Feast
Date of Scene: 12 October 2019
Location: Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Breakfast for dinner--is 'brinner' even a thing?--for Triage goes very well, with Bean, Cannonball, Alek, and Kurt even joining in! Plans were made, and a good time had by all!
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, Samuel Morgan, Triage, Cannonball, Nightcrawler, Smart Alek




Nightingale has posed:
     If there was one way to ease a rough day, it was good food. It never failed to smooth things over and turn the corners of a frown upside-down. Perhaps this would be no different. So the mansion's resident winged healer-student is at it again, with thick slices of bread in a pile, a bowl full of beaten eggs, and a plate of sausage links ready for frying. It looked as if she was making enough to feed a small army--or perhaps just refuel one healer from more than ample work the night before!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not just healers that need proper fuel. After a bit of exercise, some treats are absolutely warranted, and Bean needed something to nibble after the demonstration in the Danger Room. Just something that needed doing, and he'd gladly do it all over again. By now he managed to straighten out his clothes and look his usual immaculate self, coming into the kitchen without any expectation as to who might already be there. Then he stops, seeing Shannon, and continues just a bit more carefully. "Smells delicious." Rushing in past her to the fridge like a bull in a china shop? Never.

Triage has posed:
Triage is not far behind Bean although coming from an entirely different direction, the elevator. With his satchel banging occasionally against his hip, he heads for the kitchen. He grins when he sees Bean and Shannon. "Hey! You're in luck," he congratulates. "Breakfast for dinner?" Then he looks to Shannon. "Setting Andrea free actually has a good side. Now they can decontaminate that place thoroughly. I told them to be especially careful about Laura's bed."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon doesn't let Bean get too far before pulling him into a hug. "It will be. Do you enjoy French toast?" She's got something of a smile on her face again, and her wings are more relaxed, rather than drooping. "Don't worry, Triage got to me. Discharged me from the medbay just after you went to get some rest." She tilts her head, glancing at Bean with that quirky little smile. "Come on, pull up a stool and join the feast?"

She turns around and smiles a little bit at Triage, inclining her head. "Hey, it's quick, it's easy, high in protein, some carbs for quick energy. After the healing you pulled last night, I can only guess you need it." She nods, and cracks a bit of a smile. "Yeah, took the longest, hottest shower of my life after you discharged me last night. Hope it was enough."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "French toast. Sounds delicious." Bean mentions as he returns the hug, smiling, in no hurry to let go this time. He probably has no idea what french toast is. What is clear, however, is that he's in positively high spirits today, even dressed a bit more casually. The button down shirt has made way for a simple round necked t-shirt, and the hoodie isn't quite zipped up all the way. Yes, it all looks spic and span, but those little details would get him a chewing out on a parade ground.

    Without hesitation, he pulls up a stool to sit down and join the feast, as was so kindly suggested. "We're going to find who did that, and make them regret their life's choices."

Triage has posed:
Triage nods to Bean. "Someone has a huge bill to pay when you include the garden, the cost of sanitizing the medbay, and especially all of the injuries," he remarks. "Does anyone know who they were or why they came here? For that matter, how did they find this place? The X-men are rather public, but this ..." He waves around the room. "Secrecy is part of protecting the students. Even my folks don't know where this place is."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs, letting go of the hug after a few moments, to turn back to the stove. There's a large frying pan already heating, and she dips some of the bread into the beaten eggs, and lays it on the frying pan. Soft sizzling and a light, but savory aroma, fill the air. "Not a clue. I was finishing up a small sewing project that's a gift for someone, and next thing you know, alarms are going off. I get out there to the garden, the wall's a shambles, and there's this weird metallic lizard-thing and this really creepy-looking Fotze of a lady there, packing some serious heat." Yeah, someone's been practicing her German.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "As I understand it..." By which Bean means, as it has been explained to him earlier. "They were here for Laura specifically. Sam is sure she recognised that woman, something from her past, and she works for an organisation ... let's say that Laura and I both have similar skeletons in our closets, and we both have people after us that are both evil and ruthless." Details? That's on a need to know basis. "Different groups, same style. The big metal monster was a prototype, and the chemical was a trigger scent for Laura. Possibly they expected a fight between the two, maybe the intent was for us to be so distracted by trying to stop Laura without killing her that we'd be taken to pieces by the metal thing. Either way, that woman came ready for failure considering she was loaded with a 40mm HE grenade that would have easily taken care of either of them. I'm also sure there was more of them nearby, evidence the very quick teleport. We scared them off, but they'll be back unless we find them first, I'm sure of that."

Triage has posed:
Triage frowns while he listen's to Bean's explanation. "I expect more drills in the DR and on the grounds to prepare, for another visit, then," he predicts. "I'm sure that we got data from cameras and other sensors about that prototype and the woman. I hope that the thing doesn't grab anyone else. Andrea barely escaped. Some of the students might not fare as well." He shakes his head. "But enough of that. Shannon, can I help? If nothing else, I can get plates and cutlery. What about something to drink?" He glances at the others.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins at Triage and Bean, nodding towards the fridge and the cabinets. "I leave it to you both to sort out who gets what. But this stuff cooks fairly quickly, so... schnell!" Indeed, her platter is filling up with those egg-coated slices of fried bread, and soon enough, sausage links are sizzling on the pan next.

Talk of the DR has her tilting her head, and actually... smiling. Her wings actually ruffle up a little bit, and she chuckles a little. "I actually kind of look forward to that. We need to be ready for these things anyways, and it's fantastic for blowing off some steam. Wish there was some weapons training, though. Right now, out there, I am a sitting duck. Not too much hand-to-hand... I've got to stay out of the gottverdammt medbay long enough to make it to more of Logan's classes!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I got data off the woman's comms, and with a bit of luck the M32 will give us a clue. At least it'll tell us roughly where they get their equipment." Not that Bean is holding out much hope. The M32 wasn't exactly a limited run... half the world uses it in some form or another. "Once we get the go ahead, I suspect Alek and I will be sniffing the trail from the electronic side. Then we can see about making sure the attacks stop, one way or another.

    He gets up and starts to set the table, far less elaborately than before but with just the same amount of care. "As someone recently told me, if you're good enough at hand to hand you're never considered unarmed. But it wouldn't hurt anyone to learn how to shoot straight, or use a baton or something like that."

Triage has posed:
Triage heads for the fridge while Bean wrangles the plates. "I prefer to avoid killing if possible but everyone needs protection. I know some martial arts with and without weapons, and acrobatics. I could teach you, and I wouldn't mind learning more for myself." When Bean mentions the data, Triage nods. "That reminds me! You'll probably go through quite a few cell phones unless you have a way to put the data on something portable. I did some checking and found these old gadgets called PDAs. They store data on little chips." With his finger and thumb, he approximates the size of an old micro-SD cartridge. "They're cheap and they might save you some trouble and hardware."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head, looking between Bean and Triage. "Think I might start learning from both of you in addition to classes. Wherever, whenever we can find time is perfect. And I'd be willing to bet maybe others would want to join in, too. There's been enough stuff going on around here where being able to defend ourselves just makes sense." With the sausage links done, she pours out the beaten eggs into the frying pan last, and has to focus her attention more on cooking for the next few minutes.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "If you want to learn to defend yourself..." Bean starts, ensuring all the silverware is squared just so while placing down napkins (no folding this time, it's a casual affair) "There's a few classes already. But learning defense is only useful if you want to buy time while you're running away, or waiting for someone else to arrive to help you."

Triage has posed:
Triage fetches two large pitchers of juice - orange and apple, by the colors - from the refrigerator and brings them to the table. "Bean is right," he says. "I think that we should cover both sides - learn to deffend ourselves but learn how to deal with hostiles if things come down to that. What if you're in some dark alley and a gang jumps you? Self-defense might chase them away, but what about the next guy who might not be able to defend himself?" He glances between his friends with a serious, I've-been-there look.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, scraping the bottom of the frying pan with a spatula to bring up the eggs as they cook. "Very true. See, this is why I'd love to see more things like this available here. Okay, sure. Not all of us are going to choose to go out there in the field. That's fine. But even for those who don't, let's face it. The world is not kind to our kind."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will come walking in from the garage area. He is drawing his hands and tosses the paper towel into the trash.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Suggest it to the teachers. I'm not going to teach anyone anything unless and until I have permission." There are toes on which Bean doesn't want to step, and while he might give pointers, he's not going to be responsible for passing on some of the things he knows to someone who might not be prepared to know it. Just as he finishes setting the last setting, he spots Sam come in, and goes back to the cupboards for one more plate and another set of cutlery.

    "Good afternoon, Sam. Breakfast?"

Triage has posed:
"They brought the fight to our doorstep yesterday," Triage reminds. "There are no safe spaces, and I fear that it won't stop with mutants. Remember your world history? Radical groups full of hatred started with one enemy, but eventually added other 'unacceptables' into the target zone. The people who threaten mutants today will threaten metas, magical sorts, or anyone else who doesn't fit their mold. People need to be ready." He nods to Bean. "That's a good point. We should do this by the rules or not at all if this becomes a big thing." He heads for another cabinet where the drinkware waits. Hearing Sam, he glances over his shoulder. "You're in time for some great food!" he calls.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon wiggles a wing to Cannonball-Sam just as she's turning off the stove, and emptying out the mess of scrambled eggs onto another platter. In all, there are three--one with the slices of French toast, one with the sausage links, and the third filled with scrambled eggs still steaming from the pan. "Hey there, big brother. Got some good eats happening here, why not pull up a stool and join us?" To Bean and Triage, she nods. "Agreed. So who do we approach with the idea first?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will walk over a brow raised a bit and says "So, what you find young hoodlums planning on doing" He smiles showing he is joking calling them hoodlums as he takes his seat. "Or should I keep plausible deniability?" He will grin at them, and wait for the dishes to be passed around before filling his.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Another plate is set in front of Sam, along with cutlery and a half-folded cloth napkin. It breaks the symmetry of the set-up Bean was going for, but oh well. "You're about to find out." Because who better to ask than Cannonball? Having done his bit, Bean sits back down again and waits for other people to help themselves to the food first.

Triage has posed:
Triage brings glasses from the cabinet and circles the table, setting a glass before each plate. "Shannon and I were talking to Bean here about more training," he begins. "Particularly some martial arts and some offensive skills so that we're not completely open when fights like the one yesterday erupt."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods quickly, getting her own plate, but refusing to fill it up until Bean has his share. "Hey... cooks get their plate last, you know that." She smiles a little over at Cannonball, and nods. "Yeah, a little more training all around would probably be a good idea, if these fights are going to start erupting right in our own backyard. Very literally, in this case. Don't get me wrong, Logan's classes can be and are a huge help. But as he reminded me in the medbay that time, I'm only one person and can only do so much. Same applies to him. The more of us who can help out with that, the better."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to them and says "You want more training, we can set that up, Logan is probably our best in the school when it comes to hand to hand, and also most weapons, maybe not fire arms, maybe them aint seen him use them alot. He looks to them and says "We were talking about self defense classes just the other day in the library

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    When everyone else starts to fill up their plates, Bean finally takes some for himself. Eggs, sausages, the fried bread that somehow is french... "With some luck, I should be able to run into Mister Logan soon. As I said, I've heard a lot of good things about him, and if he's willing to train hand to hand techniques, I'll join the class." He has an idea that even Laura would... somehow neither of them would consider that to be remedial. "Firearms... I could teach pistol shooting, but that's something I want to get the all clear for before even starting."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "Thing is though, big brother, what if there are students who have knowledge they'd be able to share in that regard as well? Say... Bean here? Or if someone like Triage has something he can add, is there a way both of them could pitch in also, and stay within the school rules?" She gets some maple syrup from the fridge and slides onto her own stool, drizzling a little of the sweet stuff on her French toast before passing the bottle around.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "I don't think there is any rules about students teaching one another things, only thing is would have to be on your own time. If you wanted to teach an actual class that takes class time, you would need to draw up plans and then let the staff test your knowledge to see if you have the knowledge to teach ut"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean listens while he eats, making no suggestions for now. He's only been at the school for a month, and there's procedures to follow. And then, he makes a discovery... This french toast... it's Lost Bread! Hah. Should have recognised it from the smell alone. His spirits rise just a bit more.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon muses a little bit as she nibbles on her French toast, swirling a bite of it around in a small pool of syrup that's gathered on her plate. "Okay, so I guess the next thing to figure out is just how official do we want to make this? Is this going to be like, just one on one on our own time, or are we going to get more students involved and then probably have to go through drawing up all those plans and everything?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah will ask you to do one thing particularly from me. If you do this, Ah do ask, that you take as much time as you do for this to do something fun and maybe a little silly, not dumb but fun."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "You mean, spend some time being kids, Sam?" Bean seems to grasp the intention and pours himself a glass of apple juice. Hmm, liquid energy. "Probably a very good idea. There has to be some kind of silly, group activity that we can organise that wouldn't take too much preparation but everyone can participate in?" Did he just propose a karaoke night?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon narrows her eyes at both Sam's, her fork paused halfway between the plate and her lips. "Depends on what kind of 'silly' you have in mind..." Karaoke night? Oh HAIL NO....

Nightcrawler has posed:
Outside in the foyer the sound of Kurt displacing air is audible before he wanders into the kitchen, hands jammed in his pockets, brow knit slightly and humming to himself as he goes for the Beer Fridge, waving his tail to the others as he goes, "Guten tag."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Hey Kurt, how are you?" He looks to Shannon "You got up on stage, and sung to me, and the whole staff of the club, whats different with Karaoke?" He will ask munching a piece of sausage

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Karaoke? Isn't that a Japanese thing?" Oh dear. Bean is behind the times. Long, long way behind the times. He also gives a polite nod to Kurt. "Herr Wagner, Guten Nachmittag." Precision, of course, is key. "You would have to ask the chef, but I believe we may have enough for five..."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "It's like I told this... Lucifer character... who I'm still not too sure of, by the way. I mean, come on, we got bamboozled by you-know-who, could this Lucifer possibly be the big D himself? But anyways, it's like I told him. When I get up there and sing again, it's gonna be my -own- music. And my songs aren't quite ready yet." Still, is it possible she might be somehow persuaded...? Time would tell.

She smiles over to Kurt and inclines her head. "Guten Nachmittag. Think there might be enough for five here, and if not I can cook up a little more."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Geht es dir gut, Bean?" Kurt responds, opening the fridge and pulling out a Bavarian pilsner before grabbing a bottle of what looks like sparkling lemonade as he heads for the table look at what there is to offer, brow raised before he looks to Guthrie, lips in a line again. "May need to share some Wild Turkey later, ja?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Kurt, and says "Everything ok, Ah aint sure I have any wild turkey, but Ah do have some burbon, and some shine if your wanting to get snockered." He tells the other man as he continues to eat.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Ganz gut, danke." Bean replies with an actual smile, devouring another slice of French toast. There's french toast, scrambled eggs and sausages, a veritable feast. And rather than be a poor host, Bean stands and quickly sets up another plate and cutlery for Kurt.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins at Kurt, getting up to let him have her seat, while she goes to cook up a little more French toast, sausage, and scrambled eggs. "I promised Triage last night after all the healing he pulled, that I'd do some cooking today so he could refuel. So why not join in for a little while? Maybe it's not schnitzel but it's fairly decent." She glances at the beer fridge and just chuckles, but says nothing. "Think I might have talked him into staying put for a while. Thank god for a relief watch."

Triage has posed:
Triage has been quietly scarfing eggs, sausage, and French toast while the others chatted about this grand idea, but his ears have been open. He nods to Sam after swallowing. "I agree. 'All work and no play', as they say. And even with the lessons, we should find ways to make it fun." His eyes shift to Shannon and he adds, "I say go slowly, take a few students who will commit the time to this, and work from there. Don't take on a whole crowd or we'll be over our heads before you can say sausage." With that, he stabs another bite of his sausages, which he carefully sliced before diving into the meal. "We should practice some first aid, too, so that we have more hands to help if a /real/ situation happens."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt nods as he sets down to breakfast fare, nodding to Bean as he does so, looking to Sam. "Ja, either might be good - though it'd be a private talk between us." offering another thin smile before a pilsner glass is brought out and set on the table and Kurt begins pouring a fifty fifty mix into the glass.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit about this but will let it wait. He looks to the kids and says "For just normal stuff you don't have to go all room of requirement and hide, just long as ya aint doing nothing against the rules you good, and teaching one another things you know is ok.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "First aid training... I'll sign up for that." Bean gets back to his seat and continues to eat. "Everyone wanted to help yesterday, and nobody knew how."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "Basic first aid, and progress from there." Briefly, she glances at Kurt, wondering what could be on his mind but says nothing. She just continues to work on cooking up a bit more breakfast-for-dinner fare, and keeps to herself.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner leans in towards Guthrie, when he frowns - taking a moment to tell him something quietly before leaning back to give an earnest look.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow will raise, and he looks over to Kurt. "Yea we gonna need to talk." He tells the man, most of the jovialness leaving Sam, as he studies Kurt.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The whisper does not pass unnoticed. Bean might be eating his fourth slice of french toast, and likely calculating how many miles he's going to add to his morning run for this indulgence, but he hasn't lost the knack of observing his surroundings. There's a slight tensing, one which Laura would have easily caught but might be too subtle for others, and his foot slides off the rung of the stool and is placed on the ground /just so/. All very innocent changes to his posture, very natural changes...

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances with worry between Sam and Kurt, her brows furrowing and her wings ruffling. Bean's change in posture also has her growing a bit tense. Maybe it was nothing, but then again, maybe it was. She cracks a little smile at him, and nods towards his plate. "How many miles for this one, do you think?"

Triage has posed:
Triage finishes the last bite from his plate and glances around the table. With a nod to the others, he swivels out of his chair and heads toward the stove. "Let me help," he offers. "It's only fair. It seems that word spreads quickly when people hear that you're in the kitchen." He grins. "Tell me what you need and we'll keep the crowd happy."

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek enters the Kitchen... he's looking at the ceiling... and his gaze eventually goes down to look at the frying pan on the stove, "The source of that... whose been cooking yellow.. I mean eggs?" He mutters this to no one in particular, "Umm, we having breakfast?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "After yesterday?" Bean smiles at Shannon, although without turning himself in her direction. He's square on to the rest of the kitchen guests... "One, maybe one and a half. Two if you're mostly having sausages."

    Alek gets a nod when he comes in. "C'mon in. We're having ... Brinner? Is that a word? Breakfast dinner. And I'll need to talk to you about looking over some data, I suspect."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon flashes Triage a smile of gratitude, and chuckles. "You'd swear folks here never had a decent meal. Don't get me wrong, staff here does a fantastic job. But I swear, y'all have a black hole somewhere in your bellies, to consume this much! So yeah, pull up a pan and fry a spell!" She chuckles softly, and has to go to the fridge to get some more eggs, rustling around the kitchen for the rest of the ingredients for breakfast... sausage links and all. "Wow. I definitely see a trip to the grocery store after this."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner frowns, "Kentucky... Wanna go somewhere to talk first, then come back?" looking to the others and then back to Cannonball, tail flicking nervously before he downs his drink in a few gulps.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "How about I met you down town? I will head down there after picking up some things from my room." He tells the other man and stands looking to the kids "Will be back in a bit."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon ambles on over to Sam for a hug, wings and all, and smiles. "You'd better be back. We can't eat all this alone! It just wouldn't taste the same if it wasn't shared!" She smiles at Kurt, thinking out what she wants to say, and hoping she at least doesn't butcher the pronunciation. "Es ist immer schön dich zu sehen. Komm bald wieder?"

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek says, "Breakfast at Night. That's just ungodly." He looks over the pan of food, "Umm.. I guess we're ungodly too by the internet's account.. so.. fitting. Let's eat." he chuckles, "Whatever is up to be eaten I'll take." he wanders over to the stove and Triage, "You a heal and cook too? man of many talents.""

Triage has posed:
Triage nods when Shannon accepts his offer and steps to one side to a rack with aprons hanging from hooks. He grabs one and hitches the yoke over his head. He reaches behind his back, fastens the cloth in place, and strolls to the stove. "The usual food is wonderful but this is like being in a home with a real family for a bit," he answers Shannon. "People like to know that someone cares particularly about them." When Alek approaches, he smiles in a warm welcome. "Shannon started this, but I know my way around a kitchen. So I'll lend a hand." Then he adds, "We're a team - all of us. That's what we do. It's scrambled eggs, link sausages, and French toast with your choice of maple syrup or confectoiner's sugar if you prefer."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean stands, and moves to the cupboard to get more plates and more cutlery. This time he'll set four more places, just to cover the possibility of half the student body piling in, attracted by the smell of food. They're like sharks... Shannon gets a proud nod, a sure indication that she managed that bit of German correctly.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Nodding, Kurt offers Guthrie he hand, "Give you a ride? Please?" Kurt's tail is flicking again, his attention focused, losing track of other things

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hugs Shannon back, and says "Ah will be back am sure." He looks to Kurt, and says "I will met you, going to get the burbon, and shine, and meet ya there." He tells the other man. He turns to head out of the room.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek nods, "Many forms of protein.. More the complexity makes for better taste, a little of each? If it wasn't trouble.." he looks over to the others eating, Samuel and Shannon getting a nod and then with Kurt's vanishing, he's startled, "Did he just vanish?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles as she sees Bean getting out extra plates and cutlery. Indeed, where good food was concerned--however simple, homely, and basic--then students and teachers alike were like a... well... a 'school' of sharks! Whatever had pulled Kurt and Cannonball away must have been urgent, because usually he would at least acknowledge. She smiles to Triage, and inclines her head. "Yeah, it is nice. Sure hope to see the new girl in here, too. Gwendolyn. Haven't seen much of her since Andrea, Mr. McCoy, and I brought her to the school. Heard tell she might be a pretty good cook, too. It'd be fun to get us both in here and see what comes out of the kitchen." She nudges the sausages over towards Triage, while she takes care of the French toast. Alek gets a smile, and she nods to him. "No trouble at all. That was kind of the idea of this meal, a lot of protein to fuel up a certain healer who shall remain nameless..." She nudges Triage and chuckles. "...with additions of carbs for quick energy."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "He does that." Bean answers, and gives Shannon a bit of a concerned look. That was not normal, and clearly Bean was worried. Something was brewing and they didn't want to tell the students? Or just one of the students? Paranoia overdrive...

Triage has posed:
Triage glances to Alek before taking the next batch of still cool sausages from Shannon. He quickly transfers them into the pan and they start to sizzle like hissing water from a shower. "Mr. Wagner?" he wonders. "He's sudden like that. It's startling until you've been around him for a bit." He returns his attention to the pan. With a pair of tongs, he rotates each link when necessary to cook them thorougly while Shannon tends to the French toast.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek gets a plate and takes on the posture of a certain begging orphan, "I await thou glorious works." His eyes survey the room in the meantime... the disappearing Kurt putting him a bit uncomfortable.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs and smiles to Bean, trying to think out her words, forcing herself to try without aid of her little dictionary. "Wenn wir es wissen sollten, werden wir es wissen." She plops a few fresh pieces of French toast onto Alek's plate, nodding towards Triage. "He should have a few sausages ready in a couple minutes, then I'll have to make some more eggs." Yeeeeeeeah, definitely going to need a trip to the grocery store to replace all these ingredients!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "By the way, before I forget, this is very good. Thank you guys." Bean still has stuff on his plate, and every intention of finishing it before it grows cold. So he sits back down, and plies knife and fork. "Que sera, sera" he agrees.

Triage has posed:
Triage rolls each of the first two sausages to hit the hot pan and tests each with the tongs before plucking one, and then the other, from the heat. He shifts slightly and places them onto Alek's plate. "First of the batch!" he announces with a grin. "We'll have more when you finish with that, if you'd like. Help yourself to the juice." He nods at Bean's compliment. "Shannon deserves most of the credit. She probably burned some of her calories on all of this hustling aorund the kitchen." Then he adds, "We'll need to hit the grocery tomorrow to replace all of this but it was worth it."

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek reviews his sausages... he touches one briefly, eyes flowing blue a moment, he nods, "I've had similar ones before.." he goes about collecting a slice of french toast, and some eggs.. making his way to the table where Samuel and Shannon were sitting before, or mostly Samuel is sitting, "who said eggs, french toast, and such are for breakfast only right?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and grins at Alek. "Exactly. It's quick, easy, we had all the ingredients on hand, and can be cooked en masse in case the aroma travels through the waters of the student body like blood to a 'school' of hungry sharks!" She tilts her head and peers at Alek curiously. "Is the sausage okay? I just saw you touch it and your eyes... sort of changed."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Labels for food are for people who can't appreciate good food made by good people." Bean agrees, aware of Alek's peculiar thought processes.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek hmms a bit, as he sits down and fidgits to get into a proper eating posture, and Shannon's comment about his eyes causes him to cant his neck, "I forgot..." he pauses a moment, "My eyes glow when I touch things... it's when I actually see things... their little parts." he nods, "This sausage was made fom six different animals... also a few spices grown on different parts of the world..." he pauses a moment, "I talk too much.. that is why my eyes glowed." he nodded and he picks up a fork and looks it over before plunging it into one of the sausages, "now to see what it tastes like.."

Triage has posed:
"In other words, any time is time for breakfast!" Triage continues the theme. However, he does glance over his shoulder to Alek. "We were talking earlier about making this a more regular thing, not breakfast but picnics, grilling parties, and such, to give people breaks from all fo the classes. We also might have some students teaching one-on-one or small groups to share what we know."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's eyes widen, and she looks at Alek with an almost child-like sense of wonder. "That could be a really helpful gift sometimes, I bet. But wow, do you ever get overloaded with information from everything you touch?" For all she's seen in her brief time here at the school, she still takes great delight in learning about others' gifts and talents, viewing each as the treasure they are.

     She smiles over at Triage, and giggles a little bit, though her wings are semi-drooping. "Wonder how we'd manage that in the winter, especially. Because I can bet that right around December, January, maybe... well, there's going to be a lot of cases of cabin fever going around."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean gives Alek a look, and then goes back to eating. //Will need to ask you to look at some data with me soon// It's the way they've learned how to communicate, all those weeks ago in the computer lab. Just a shame that Bean by now is on his fourth phone.

    "I think you're underestimating the therapeutic effects of snowball fights."

Triage has posed:
Triage nods when Bean offers one solution to the problem of cabin fever in winter. "Sledding, ice-skating, sleigh-rides, snowmobiles, trips to nearby ski slopes - all of those might help. Even trips into the big city might bring welcome relief," he answers. "I'm sure that we'll get more ideas."

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek chews the sausage slowly as if analyzing even that, he looks around a bit and to Samuel but then back to his plate // Would be my pleasure // He then swallows the protein, "I've gotten used to it... I used to stare at the wall most of the day. I don't actually need to do much to stay occupied, the radio waves in this room can keep me busy for a while."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows, a wistful look crossing her features. She lets out a soft sigh, ruffling her wings, seeming for a moment to be in another time and place. "I haven't been in one of those since I was pretty small, Bean. It didn't snow much in Waterford for a few years after, and by the time it did... I'd changed."

Triage gets a raised eyebrow, and a very surprised look. "Snowmobiles? You're kidding, right? Heck, I haven't even got my license yet! Sam's got me studying for that, though, so... fingers crossed there!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Snowmobiles would be fun to drive." To drive for fun, not to get to or from a mission objective. That was decidedly less fun, especially as a passenger. Driving, so Bean figures, must be more fun than just hanging on. //Kind of sensitive, and time sensitive. Raw unparsed dataset, from an incompatible device//

    "Miss Pryde has talked about Alek and I learning how to drive as well. I'm wondering how they're going to tackle the identity issue."

Triage has posed:
"Snowmobiles might be more than anyone wants," Triage admits. "The others seem reasonable. The crucial thing is to provide good excuses for an occasional change of scenery." He glances to Alek and cocks his head. "So, how are they? Do we live to cook again?"

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek says, "Well, the protein isn't causing any reaction to my insides so... I will survive. Hopefully it'll process like it's supposed to. I try to not worry about that kinda of stuff." he nods, "So, next... the french toast.." he eyes the french toast and pokes with with the fork, he sends back a text to Samuel in their own shared techno manner

// incompatible device? Not sure what that means. You have my interest though. //

He eventually asks "So who made it? You or Shannon?" he looks between the two, "Not that it matters.. it will be heavenly anyway." he chuckles."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and raises her hand. "I made the toast, Triage took over the sausages, and if we're running out of scrambled eggs, I'll need to make that next." She looks out the windows, thinking of the lake, and smiles some. "That's... something I haven't thought about in a really long time. Ice skating. Like a lot of little girls, I used to want to learn figure skating. Hell, even thought about training for the Tour de France when I was 12. Don't know why I never did. Guess it was just a phase and I lost interest."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    For now, it seems, Bean is finally full. With great care, he stands and stretches, then gathers his plate and cutlery to bring it to the sink. // Data rip from comm device, raw format, onto a phone. Best I had at the time. Will need to parse and disentangle //

    He stays silent on the subject of figure skating, and other winter sports while he fills the sink and gets ready to do the dishes.

Triage has posed:
While the last two 'patrons' eat, Triage starts to clean the greasy skillet. "You should be fine, Alek," he calls. "If not, check with the medbay, Shannon, or me. We'll help." He nods to Bean when the lean student approaches. Triage gives him room to place the load of dishes in the sink. "Was everything okay?" he asks. Then he glances to Shannon. "Those phases often resurface in adulthood, although in different ways. Children who dreamed about a sport become big fans of the sport as adults. Children who loved drawing or music find ways to incorporate those old loves into their work." He shrugs. "Why not go skating again?"

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek is content in remaining audiblely silent as he eats his breakfast dinner... the molecular breakdown of the food would normally keep him entranced for a while usually anyway, but the conversation occurring over the airwaves has him interested as well.

// I would love the challenge. Finding order in chaos is a thrill to me. The world is just a giant ball of chaos that just works. //

He looks between Triage and Shannon as they converse, he doesn't add anything to the conversation.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a small smile. "Or bust out a bicycle when the weather turns warm again. Maybe it wouldn't be the Tour de France, but it'd be good healthy exercise. Skating... maybe. I'd have to go find a pair of skates, and besides, the lake hasn't even frozen over yet."

Something... some idea... makes Shannon's eyes light right up. "Hey, does anybody know of any apple orchards in the area? This is about the time of year for it. We could all go apple picking, and bake a whole bunch of stuff with apples in it."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    A full sink of warm water and detergent, a stack of dishes... Bean rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. It's only a few plates, nothing like the stacks upon stacks of a whole mess hall he's used to dealing with. "I don't know of any orchards around, but it ... sounds pleasant?" He's never picked an apple in his life, count on it. "Is that a seasonal thing? Like all the pumpkin stuff that keeps appearing?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and actually giggles. "Oh yes. Same time of year for both. I mean, okay, you can pretty much buy apples at the grocery store any time of year, but there's just something very pleasant about going out with friends or family to pick the darn things yourself, and then turn them into utter deliciousness afterwards."

Triage has posed:
Triage frowns and peers through the window for a moment. "Upstate New York," he answers. "Some of the big orchards in the state are to the West. Many of them allow people to pick apples for a fee." He looks to Bean and grins. "Apple picking can be fun. I remember that poem by Frost, 'After Apple-Picking.'" He starts to recite in a slow, rhythmic cadance, "My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree toward heaven still, and there's a barrel that I didn't fill ..." He nods to Shannon.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek says, "Yeah, seasonal fruits and vegetables.. They used to call people with apple trees in their yards drunks back in the day... hops and barley don't grow well around here.. people drank cider instead. Sorry, random trivia...." he stuffs some eggs into his mouth."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head a little as she listens to Triage, and smiles. "Sometimes, simple pleasures are the best. A nice afternoon out in the sun and fresh air with friends, with the promise of laughter and good food shared afterwards." She grins over at Bean, her eyes twinkling. "I'm guessing you've never had a caramel apple before, then?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I suppose that's also why people distrust Port makers with elderberry groves." More random trivia, but then what's to expect when two massive brains happen to be in the same room at once? Bean contents himself with cleaning the dishes to a mirror shine until his phone gives the old text message SMS chime, the morse code beeps. He doesn't even reach into his pocket to end the chimes and read the message, happily scrubbing and drying dishes while reading with his mind. And then his expression goes neutral. Dead neutral.

    "How far from here is the Bronx?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs a little. "As the crow flies, or traveling on the highway? Since the Bronx is one of the boroughs of NYC, I'd say guess the distance to there and you'll have a pretty fair estimate." She frowns slightly, peering at Bean. "Bean? Techno? What's wrong?"

Triage has posed:
While Bean tends the dishes, Triage goes to the table to return pitchers of juice and condiments to their proper places. When the new friend asks about the big city, he pauses. "Where do you need to go in the Bronx? You'll need an escort to avoid a week of solitary. I'll take you," he offers.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The dishes are still being done, but Bean is now looking out of the window at the same time. Since it's dark out there, it's more accurate to say he's looking at either his own reflection, or the reflection of the kitchen behind him since he has his back turned to the door now. "You might not want to come. Is Laura awake?" And then he realises that he's slipping into a thought pattern that really, honestly, he should be trying to avoid. So there's a deep breath.

    "I pulled data from the yesterday's attacker. The results just came back, and I've got an address in the Bronx. They're using some pretty solid technology, so it's going to be a messy smash job, most likely."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon frowns a little. "This sounds like something we ought to tell Cannonball about, instead of going in half-cocked." She glances at Triage for confirmation, doing her part to help clean up the mess she made.

Triage has posed:
Triage turns at that moment from the refrigerator. He nods to Shannon. "Cannonball at least," he agrees. Then, shifting to Bean, he advises, "Whatever this is, you shouldn't blast into it alone, or with Laura, who's still recovering as of when I last checked. You saw what they did, what they're capable of doing. It could be big trouble."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Further trivia..." Bean smiles, draining the sink and cleaning it so that it shines, shines like it's new. "Did you know a captain of a ship in the Royal Navy would send all hands to dinner before taking the ship into action? They figured that people worked best when properly fed." He pats his belly with a smile, his earlier mood now entirely gone again. "After this, I feel like I could take on the world."

    "But just in case I can't, let's plan this properly, ey?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods in agreement. "Oh yes. I'd say bring Cannonball in on this, and possibly get some input from Kitty, or Kurt. They could at least point us the right direction. Especially if this has anything to do with an attack directly on the school."

Triage has posed:
Triage sighs and nods. "Aye. We should cover all of the bases and follow their lead. They might order us to step back and leave this for them to handle." He glances to Shannon and then adds, "However it goes, we need to trust their guidance. Just know that we're here for you, Bean."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean snatches one more slice of french toast and nibbles it, standing up, leaning against the sink. His mind is already going over possible plans and permutations, making lists of necessary equipment, starting the first hypotheticals and beginning the tentative logistical planning. "I know. Thank you guys. Sorry for the sudden downer."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon seems determined to interrupt those thought processes by a full-on... wing hug. Yes, arms, wings and all, drawing Bean in for a big hug. "Hey. We're a team here, remember? If it worries you, it worries us. Will you let us help? And please, promise to talk to at least Cannonball, and Kitty if necessary? Trust their guidance on this? You're good. Damn good. But we're all just mortal in the end, and something like that, you don't want to go it alone."

Triage has posed:
Triage steps toward Bean and pauses when Shannon literally swoops past him to give the troubled student a hug. He nods. "She's right. Beside that, if they have you on any sort of probation, you don't want to risk that by crossing them. You've been a great help here. Don't sabotage the opportunity."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Of course the wing hug gets his attention, and Bean returns the gesture, wrapping his arms around Shannon. Toast everywhere man... "Kitty sent me the message, and she'd never send that to me without letting Sam know. But I'll talk to him. And everyone else that needs to know. And if they tell me I can't go, then I won't." Would he really? It's an easy promise to make if he's already fairly certain of being included. Clearly he's expecting it. In mid-hug, he looks over to Triage. "I appreciate that. Thank you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods a little bit, reluctantly stepping back from the hug; her wings don't droop quite so much as they did prior. "Whatever this is... please, let us help you?" She glances with worry between Triage and Bean, wondering what's going on--but knowing that, if needed, Bean would speak up.

Triage has posed:
Triage inclines his head after Shannon steps back from Bean. "Someone recently reminded me about opportunities and finding where we belong," he says. "You need to find that, and if we can help, we will. That's what all of the teachers and staff here do - help people to find their way. It's good that Kitty and Mr. Guthrie know about this. They'll share it with the right people. If something happens and we're needed, we'll be ready."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean looks between Shannon and Triage, smiling, his bright blue eyes practically blazing with energy. "Right. Now, something far more serious... it's two weeks to Halloween, and there's no decorations anywhere."