9800/Escaping the Medbay...

Escaping the Medbay...
Date of Scene:	27 October 2019
Location:	Main Foyer - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon escapes the medbay, only to run into minor mayhem in the foyer of the school. Bean, Megan, and Triage finally meet Logan. Interesting times ahead.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Samuel Morgan, Triage, Wolverine, Pixie, Siryn

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Nightingale has posed:
     So far, so good. It didn't seem as if there was anybody in the foyer to witness the rather undignified escape of the most recent patient. There is no mistaking the wings, or the very red, red hue of her face as Shannon keeps the improvised medbay sheet chiton wrapped around her as decently as possible to preserve her modesty. She scurries towards the stairs, in a bid to make it to the second floor and from there, the women's dorms, before getting caught. Success? Only time will tell....

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    On the whole, Bean's sense of timing is impeccable. He tends to be on time, has a tendency to appear when most useful and to disappear quietly when his presence would be less desired. Case in point the raid last night... although the last word probably hasn't been spoken about that. Now he's in his black mechanic coveralls, coming in from the garage at, what would seem, the exact wrong time. What to do? Stop and have a conversation? Ignore the sight altogether and walk past like nothing is going on? He's... he's not trained for these kinds of situations. These days he can act quite normal thanks to the training simulations, but he hadn't encountered anything like this yet.

"Oh... hi Shannon." Pause. "Out of the medbay, I see?"

Triage has posed:
Shannon has an accomplice in her escape. Chris hurries through the lobby closely behind her to block any view of the nether-lands should that sheet inadvertently slip. "So far, so good!" he murmurs. "I'll wait for you here," he adds at the bottom of the stairs. "Take your time." He takes a position at the bottom of the bannister, leaning against the wall as if he is waiting casually.

Wolverine has posed:
    And just about then, down the hallway from where the kitchen resides, a wild Wolverine has appeared!

    The hulking figure of the feral mutant kneebreaker-turned-hero-turned-teacher emerges from the hallway into the foyer, his booted feet heralding his arrival like a harbinger of impending doom.

    Thunk.

    Thunk.

    Thunk.

    The grizzled man looks like he just got in from a typical outing for him. Tattered remnants of his brown and tan costume lay draped across his muscular, hirsute form like cobwebs. His mask has been pulled back, and his unruly hair is especially wild looking, which he tries to rectify by continuously pushing a meaty, gloved hand through the impossibly thick mane to slick it back. Ninja stars and throwing knives protrude from his body in random places. In his back is even lodged a short, straight ninjato. And in his other hand?

    A frosty cold beer.

    He stops when he notices others in the foyer. Tired, world weary blue eyes pass from one face to the other, blinking dark lashes a few times.

    "... You kids skipping class?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Ah, crap. Busted. Shannon seems to discover new shades of red, all of them in her face and ears, as she is caught in this rather undignified state. She turns about on the stairs, keeping her back facing away from everyone else, and wraps her large, sweeping white wings around herself like a cocoon. Her hands grip the top and side of the improvised bedsheet chiton to ensure her modesty, as she tries to maintain what dignity she can. "Oh, hi, Bean! Yeah, just got out of there a few minutes a..."

     Double-busted. The last time she had wound up in the medbay, it had resulted in quite the chewing-out from Logan, one that she /still/ hasn't forgotten. And he just /had/ to be within earshot, hearing she'd been in the medbay yet again. This was going to be interesting. "Ummm, no, not skipping class, Logan. Not by choice, anyways." She glances at all the weaponry he has about him, eyebrows lofting. "Rough day?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Just as Bean thinks it can't get any worse, there's the appearance of a wild looking Logan. He's been dreading the confrontation, knowing full well that Cannonball would have reported what he's done by now. Only to be greeted with...

    Is that a trick question?

    "No Mister Logan. I'm... not skipping your class." It's a Sunday. There wasn't supposed to be a class, was there? One that somehow involved fighting Ninja, the clowns of the assassin trade? Did he somehow get his teacher involved in the fight against the Foot?

Triage has posed:
Chris sighs when Bean and then Logan question their attempt to cross the foyer without drawing attention. "She wasn't in class today," he answers simply. "She's recovering, quite well, I might add, from a grave experience." He takes a deep breath. "I decided that she could heal as well outside the medbay as within at this point. So, she's returning to her room." He studies Logan for a moment, and then offers. "Sir, I know that you'll heal well enough but if you'd permit, I'll remove some of your ... souvenirs. Since Kitty agreed that I should stay and help with the medical situations, it's the least that I can do."

Wolverine has posed:
    Pale, blue green eyes swivel in their sockets, rising up to focus on Shannon and her current state, for the first actual time. At first, he just stares with that vague, distant stare, but then slowly, recognition starts to settle in. His thick, prominent brows drop, casting brooding shadows in the pools of his eyesockets.

    "I see you haven't learned," Logan says, the gravel in his voice carrying with it a dark, deep rumbling tone like the distant thunder of a roiling storm. His upper lip thins, tightening as he scowls. His chest expands visibly, becoming something impossibly broad as he inhales a deep breath and opens his mouth as if he's about to say something. Though, in the end, all that comes out is a sigh.

    Forgoing the scolding for now, he turns his attention on to Bean. His head cants to one side, and his nostrils flare as he scents the air. Taking a step forward, Logan gives Bean an upnod, and looks down the bridge of his nose at the young man.

    "You seem awfully nervous for someone who's not skippin' class, bub. There something I should know?"

    Chris' comments about Shannon's recovery only makes Logan cast another of those inscrutible gazes in the direction of the winged girl, but he says nothing. Not until he's offered assistance removing the various weaponry that's been embedded into his body. That causes him to blink, look over his shoulder at a shuriken sticking into the back of it, and pluck it out.

    "Eh. Sure. Some of 'em are in hard to reach places. Knock yerself out, kid."

Nightingale has posed:
     So much for escaping a scolding. Shannon had a feeling there would be one later, no mistake about it. While she wants to help Chris in his task of dislodging the various pieces of weaponry from her mentor, there was also the matter of modesty to consider. So she scurries up the stairs with all due haste, ducking into the hallway that led to the women's dorms. One of the doors can be heard to close quickly, while the winged girl takes care of the matter of her attire.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Mister Logan, it's a Sunday. You're my teacher. Unless you scheduled a class I don't know about, I'm not skipping." Ooh, sass. Is that sass from the Bean? The teenager holds up remarkably well under that stare, has been used to if for over six weeks now, and draws himself up to a proper posture now that Shannon has left. A posture that shifts slightly in one more suited to quickly defend himself, now that his personal space is being invaded.

    "If you haven't heard why, I'm certain you'll get the full story from Mister Guthrie soon."

Triage has posed:
"She helped to save a life, sir," Chris explains while he approaches Logan, apparently unconcerned about the storm brewing behind those searching, brooding eyes. "She would have died taking on that woman's wounds by herself, but she didn't." He starts to work quickly and precisely, yanking various nasty martial implements, morning stars, small daggers possibly poisoned, and darts from the hulking form. At the same time, he continues to defend Shannon. "She contacted me as soon as she learned about the situation. She and I contacted Kitty and hank, and they took us to the hospital." Holding several of the deadly weapons in hand, he steps back to meet Logan's gaze. "She took the woman's wounds and then I took them from her in stages. For either of us alone, it would have been too much, but we worked together as a team." He glances toward the stairs when the distant door slams. "She /has/ learned. That's why she's still here."

Wolverine has posed:
    "It's Sunday?"

    Logan asks, as he looks down at his hand, shifting his fingers as if he's counting. Finally, he shrugs one shoulder, which in turn, squeezes a few knives and stars out of him, which clatter on the floor.

    "Heh. Yeah. Guess it is, ain't it."

    That isn't getting Bean off the hook, though. Oh, the boy wants to square up, and Logan thinks that's cute and all. He even cracks a lopsided smile. But it's the comment that escapes him next that has Logan narrowing his focus on the young man all the more intently. He takes another heavy step towards Bean. Then another. The intensity in his icy, aquamarine eyes is almost palpable. In lesser people, it's the kind of look that can steal a person's breath away for fear. It's the look of a stone cold killer, more predatory beast than man. Stepping up until he's thoroughly within Bean's personal bubble, Logan levels that stare intently on him. He doesn't seem to blink.

    "Maybe you should tell me yourself, kid. Might be better to hear it from the ass's mouth."

    He keeps staring Bean down as Chris talks and works. Each piece of clearly poisoned weaponry being removed is met with a shuddering spasm of thickly corded muscle under his tanned, hairy flesh. The wounds start to knit together instantly, with little cords of skin weaving themselves across and pulling gaping punctures closed. Hearing what Chris has to say, Logan doesn't seem to be too receptive, judging from his still very tense shoulders, the sour look on his face, and the way his fists clench tight.

    But at least they worked as a team. And that's what they're here to learn. So in the end, Logan gives a noncommittal grunt of dismissal, waving one hand in a similar gesture as if to just brush off the conversation.

Nightingale has posed:
     A few minutes later, Shannon makes her way down the stairs, much more put together and decidedly more modest than she had been a few minutes before. She's got her favorite PJ's on, consisting of red tartan sweatpants, a baggy grey tank top, and goofy Old English Sheepdog slippers, floppy pink tongues and all. She sees Chris still at work, and cants her head, simply shuffling her way on over to lend a hand. There is zero fear of Logan showing anywhere in her expression or stance, despite that intent, icy look turned upon Bean. For now, she wisely keeps her mouth shut, assisting Chris in plucking free the various bits of metal embedded in the gruff, hulking Canuck's imposing form, with a gentle and surprisingly deft touch.

     This story should be an interesting one to hear, for certain....

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    A deep breath, and a deep exhale. With barely a conscious effort, Bean's right foot goes back and angles to the side, turning his right shoulder slightly away from the approaching Logan. As one of the school's 'special' students, there's not many that willingly invade the teenager's personal space. The staffer that was meant to escort him only just now comes out of the garage, spots the potential altercation and hangs back. There's the head of security involved, surely things are in hand, right? Right?!

    Stare is returned to stare, Bean's own unnaturally blue eyes devoid of expression. They're not the kind of eyes that belong in so young a face, they're the kind of eyes that can often be seen belonging to Laura... and even Logan himself. "Very well, Mister Logan. Yesterday, late at night, after hearing about the attack, I went out to even a score. I tracked down a Friends of Humanity safehouse, infiltrated it, assaulted the people inside, left them unconscious, and then arranged the scene to look like they were raided by a gang. Then I duplicated all pertinent data I could find, called police via someone else's phone, and had the terrorists inside arrested. If the investigation goes nowhere, I'll do it again, higher up the chain, and again, and again, until the Friends of Humanity are afraid to go anywhere or do anything. I went alone, because I suspected Mister Guthrie would disapprove of the violence necessary to accomplish the mission."

    He doesn't mention Vi's involvement. After everything that he has done, even by proxy, he's not going to cause her any more trouble. This is on him, and only him.

Wolverine has posed:
    Shannon's return is met with only a brief glance in her direction, while he's focused on Bean. It's acknowledgement, and for what it is worth, a bit of the hardness has left his grim visage when he does regard her. He lets the pair of them rip the weapons free from wounds that have already closed up around them, while he listens to Bean tell his tale of violence and vigilantism.

    His expression doesn't shift through the entire thing, though. He just keeps that level, intense focus on Bean's eyes, watching him with that unblinking stare as he relates the events.

    "Alright."

    He finally says, breaking his tense posture, and looking away, as he lifts his bottle of beer and takes a deep, deep drink, nearly clearing half the bottle. A sigh of satisfaction later, and Logan looks back to Chris and Shannon. "You two just wanna get that sword out for me?"

    Turning back to Bean, Logan says... sternly.

    "You don't go out alone. I don't care what Guthrie might or might not approve. You. Don't. Go. Alone. You got something you're just itching to do, come find me, if nothing else."

Triage has posed:
Having moved behind Logan, Chris continues to collect the gristly souvenirs and eye the almost instant healing, much like his own - yet different. When Shannon joins him, he nods to her but remains silent, glancing to Bean as if to signal his own unease about how this will go. "They've widened their net," he murmurs. "Catching anyone who even /sides/ with us. I was afraid of that, and it has begun."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Bean... he's right. Hell, even the good Captain made damn sure to impress that on me that one time he stopped by. You want to make a stand? Fine, but do it with the school." Shannon gestures towards Logan, with something of a wry smile. "Seriously, trust me on this, I don't think he'd steer you wrong on this one."

     A soft sigh escapes her as she hears Chris, her smile fading for the moment, as she looks at Logan. "Before you go roaring like a hurricane at me or Bean, at least hear out what happened. Chris and I did work together to save a woman's life, yes. What he didn't mention was that not once, but twice, she was attacked for simply being pro-mutant. The first time was for saving four mutant kids from a Sentinel attack. Mr. McCoy called me in solo on that one. I still haven't forgotten the chewing out you gave me in the medbay for that one. Second time, the same woman was lit on fire. /Twice/. Simply for supporting us. How could either of us say no to helping her? Bean heard about it when I was put in the medbay that night. And it was not taken well."

     She sighs softly and looks right at Bean. "I'm sorry, but I told Cannonball. Going out alone... as good as you are, Bean, I wanted to make damn sure my bestie made it home in one piece."

     She glances over at Chris, and then at the sword. "Shall we?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn yawns and stretches as she heads down the steps to the main Foyer, enjoying a brief break between classes. However, it seems that there is a somewhat tense situation in the lobby, and more healing (and clattering of sharp thingies?) going on. She bites her lip, sidling to the edge of the steps as she peers down. "Oh..Heey guys, what's going on? A party and I wasn't invited?" she makes a face, peering around at those gathered, curiosity plastered over her features.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's tense, no doubt about it. For long moments, Bean's eyes look straight into Logan's, and then he finally relaxes when the man turns away. Whew. And then he ducks so as not to be beaned by the pommel of the nagato sticking out of Logan's back when he turns around. Probably best to back up a few steps...

    The rebuke is answered with a nod, an actual honest to goodness contrite nod, a hand running through his hair. It's getting longer, longer than it's ever been in well over a decade. "I know, Mister Logan. And I will. But some things have to be done, even if there's nobody else available for backup."

    Shannon gets a nod as well, except she also gets a smile. "It's fine. The Captain's right, and you did what you had to do. Not going to say having Cannonball show up wasn't a complication, but it got handled."

Siryn has posed:
In an attempt to get out of the mansion and school once in awhile Terri had gone to visit that club of Cannoballs. Just for a bit. She'd never actually been before. Now she could say she had. It's just her luck that she comes in the front door to get the full sight of this going on.

A single eyebrow lifts as the redhead regards the scene: Logan, bleeding and with sharp things sticking out of him. Some students. Triage. But no immediate yelling and screaming. No panic. A small blessing.

Reaching up Terri pinches the bridge of her nose with a long sigh. "The hell did I miss?" It's uttered with a small bit of annoyance. Shifting her weight to let the door swing shut behind her she instead crosses toward the stairs with a few quick steps and a shake of her head. Especially when she notices the beer in Logan's hand. "And I thought I was the bad influence around here."

Triage has posed:
"It should be simple enough," Chris answers Shannon. He stoops to set his small collection of Oriental weapons at his feet. "Quite an arsenal ..." he muses. When Terri arrives, he nods to the teacher. "Mr. Logan apparently met with ... trouble of some kind." He glances again to the variety of ninja 'toys' at his feet. "He'll be fine. The carpet ... well ..." He shrugs.

Wolverine has posed:
    "There's always backup. That's the whole point of... this," Logan says, gesturing around at their surroundings with the hand clutching his beer, before taking another deep draw. "Ain't no excuse to be going at anything dangerous alone. We teach people here to work together as a team. Not much room for loners."

    Says the eternal loner.

    Megan's arrival is met with an upturned head, Logan peering up at the Pixie with a casual look of indifference to the happenings going on. Including the weapons being pulled out of him. "If this is a party, it's pretty lame, if you ask me. We're just stressing the importance of teamwork and not running off half cocked into the lairs of our enemies. Feel free to join in, if you want."

    After Chris answers Terri about his condition Logan just gives a grunting answer of his own.

    "Hand."

    As if it were just another Sunday for him. It kind of is. Catching the inference about his beer, Logan looks down at it, and then back to Terri. "I don't think that having a beer after fighting a horde of death worshipping ninja cultists is really a bad influence on anyone. I mean, in the list of things to call me out as a bad influence on, this is... pretty much the low rung on the ladder."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn winces visibly as she watches the weapons being pulled out. "Ouch. What army did you piss off? That seriously looks painful.." Although he has that super healing factor, so he should be just fine..Right? "Umm, I dunno, I was gonna say, that'd make a pretty awesome Halloween costume, of some kind..Just not sure what.." she blinks a few times at the mention of death worshipping ninja cults, shivering at the idea. "Um seriously? Didn't you just say we shouldn't go it alone?" and that's exactly what happens when you do..

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon frowns slightly, curling her right hand around the grip of the sword, and steadying herself with her left on Logan's back. "Hold still a sec... this isn't going to be pretty." Slowly, carefully, she begins to ease the blade from his body, inch by inch, taking care not to move it too much in any other direction. "How the hell did you manage to get this stuck in you?" She is otherwise focused on her task, drawing the blade out from its adamantium and flesh prison. Soon, it slides free, the first foot or so of the blade stained a gruesome crimson red. She nods to Chris, motioning him to stay close just in case anything vital was hit.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Not the Foot? Guess that makes two ninja cults around the area then." Bean states almost off-hand, figuring that he's out of the spotlight now and can take a slightly greater interest without walking directly into Logan's sights. Of course he has to pick up one of the knives, spins it around in his grip several times, testing the balance, the heft... "Cheap stuff." Nope, that one didn't pass the Bean quality test and goes back on the pile. Next one...

    And it's as he's testing knife after knife, avoiding looking at too many of the newcomers, that he has to say it. He has to. "I must say, if they did that to you, I hate to see what happened to your team mate, Mister Logan." He knows it's a 'do as I say' situation, but still...

Triage has posed:
Chris watches while Shannon works to remove the sword. He cocks his head. "It doesn't look deep enough to have hit anything vital," he assures her. "And if other wounds have been an indication, he'll not bleed much. They seem to close almost instantly." Then he hears Pixie's questions and calls to her, "Megan, you might want to stay over there for a bit. A number of these are metal. I'll stow them in a safe place soon."

Siryn has posed:
"Ah. Hand." Terri nods knowingly at the mention of those particular ninjas while watching as the others get to work on getting the sword out of him. Lightly crossing her arms she leans her shoulder against the stair railing watching in case they needed help. For now it seemed they had it under control after all. She'd only just walked in, and it wasn't as if she could heal Logan. If he even needed it.

Glancing back toward him at mention of bad influences she can only shrug with a wry grin. "Never said it was them you were being a bad influence to."

Then the sword starts to get pulled out by Shannon causing her to fall silent. There's no sign of squimishness, no, she's watching how the kids handle it. All she offers is a bit of assurance, "You're doing fine."

Wolverine has posed:
    "You shouldn't go it alone," Wolverine corrects Megan, with an uplifted finger. "Me, though? I'm an old soldier with a healing factor that makes me damn near...ahhh..."

    Sentence cuts off as he winces with the pain of the blade being pulled free of his body, releasing a torrent of blood the instant it's fully released from it's encasing in Logan's body. But, that burst of blood quickly staunches, and soon even that wound begins to close. Slowly, but it is noticeable.

    "Ugh... still doesn't feel good having that happen... But.... Death worshipping ninja cultists. That's how I got it stuck in me."

    He glances at Bean when the Foot is mentioned, and gives a faint nod of his head. "Hand. Foot. League of Assassins. Really, if you're anywhere below fourteenth street, you can't walk to the liquor store at night without running into nine different ninja cultists, and every one of 'em from a different cult."

    Tipping his beer back, Logan finishes the last of its contents, and settles the bottle on a nearby table for now. Free of the sword, and his wounds healing, he stretches his back from side to side with a small sigh. "There we go. Good as new. Good work, kids."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "A war is starting against the Foot, and it's starting soon." Yup. There's that insider information again, Bean dropping the knife he was testing on the pile and wiping his hands on his coveralls as if just touching the cheap thing had someone sullied him. "One of the crime lords that used to support them has turned coat, and is working with everyone who's willing to fight them." As for how he knows, or what he intends to do about it, he doesn't mention.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs lightly when she sees Logan wince. "Sorry about that," she murmurs. Unfortunately, she doesn't quite escape some of the blood from the wound before his healing factor kicks in, only raising an eyebrow and shrugging. "You might be an old soldier with one helluva healing factor, but still... if we shouldn't go it alone, neither should you." She cracks something of a lopsided grin, holding on to the sword. "What do you want done with this, then?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn bites her lip as she continues to eye the metal blades, nodding wordlessly to Chris' warning. Yeah, even from here she can feel the painful sting of metal somehow affecting her like it did before. "Yeah..About that..I need to ask you some stuff later maybe?" she quirks a brow at the mention of the foot' ."Foot? Hand? What kinda weirdo names are those for clans? I mean seriously, is there an elbow clan too or something?"

Triage has posed:
"You have a collection here," Chris comments, gathering other small weapons that he removed previously from Logan. The sword apparently was the largest, and might have belonged to the leader of the group. Then he looks to Megan, mildly surprised. "Questions? For me or Mr. Logan?" he replies. "If I can help, I will." He looks at the assortment of objects and shakes his head. Then he looks toward Bean. "He's right. Teamwork, Bean. If you know about trouble, talk to someone."

Siryn has posed:
What to do with a ton of weapons? That was a good question. Terri pushes off from her spot leaning at this point to lift a hand with a little clearing of her throat. "I think this is where the adults should take care of the weaponry, especially if it's going to risk harming someone," she points out with a glance cast over to Megan breifly. "I'll handle them. Get them somewhere safe, or scrap them or something." Just not leaving them in the hands of students who were currently picking through them like cereal box prizes.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ain't a thing to worry 'bout," Wolverine assures Shannon, reaching out his gloved hand to rest on her shoulder for a brief, heavy handed pat before he regards the sword. "Eh. All of it is garbage. Toss it, for all I care."

    Bean's commentary about the Foot and their war, though, that does get a side look from The Wolverine. Oh, he's going to press this kid to find out how he knows so much about the happenings of the likes of The Foot. It sounds an awful lot like more Lone Adventures of Bean. "You just be sure to stay out of it, then. You need to focus on learning right now. There'll be plenty of time for punching ninjas later. Hang around me, kid, and it always comes back to punching ninjas, sooner or later."

    Looking down at himself, all but shirtless, and barely more clothed below the belt, the grizzled mutant teacher frowns, and shrugs his massive shoulders. "I need a shower and new clothes. I'll just take those weapons and be on my way. You kids... Stay out of trouble. No running off by yourselves. No getting yourselves hurt."

    With that, Logan gathers up the stars, knives, and even that sword, using a torn off piece of his shirt to bundle them together, then heads up the stairs, giving Pixie as wide a berth as he can.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn bites her lip, pointing at Chris. "You, actually. About all that metal. But anyways, I can wait til another time." she peers at the metal objects, cringing. "Yeah, I wouldn't wanna get poked by one of those things, even though I have no idea still why it affects me so much.." at least her souldagger isn't made of metal. It's just made of...Soul. Which is kinda creepier, somehow. "Gee Mister Logan, do ya think you could teach me to fight as well as you someday? I'd hate to become ninja sushi like that.." she wrinkles her nose at the scary thought.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Logan is right about one thing... his information on the Foot would fall firmly in the category of 'snuck out when he shouldn't have to do things he shouldn't do'. And now is clearly not to the time to talk about that. At least, not with anyone in the Mansion. But there are things that need to be discussed. Cannonball hit on something very vital yesterday, and now Shannon brings it up as well... so there's no avoiding it.

    "Hey, ehm... I was wondering, if you had the time, if you could call a mutual friend of ours, Shannon? There's things I need to tell him. Things about New York, and about a place called Echo."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods slowly, a bit of a smile curling her lips upwards. She doesn't flinch at all with that hand on her shoulder, only takes care to keep her wings out of the way. "See you in class on Friday, then. Or whenever. I'll try to stay out of trouble... as long as the rest of these guys don't get themselves hurt, that shouldn't be too bad." As if that would actually work!

     Hearing Megan, she chuckles a little bit. "Can tell you right now, first thing you're probably going to want to do is hit the gym. 'Cause the first time you go and throw a haymaker at him, if you haven't built yourself up, it's going to feel like you hit a foot-thick steel wall doing a hundred. And that's if he's just blocking your shot."

     Shaking her head slightly at Bean, she whistles low. "Ooof... well, you wanted to meet Logan, looks like ya did it the hard way. Strong suggestion? I'd be up-front, and don't pull your punches. Literally or figuratively."

     She smiles somewhat at Chris, inclining her head. "What a day... and now I've got to change all over again." She glances down at her now blood-stained shirt, wrinkling her nose. "That... is going to take some washing. Ooof. Still... it beats a johnny and a bedsheet chiton."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy watches Logan carry off all the questionable sharp pointies, then lets out a sigh. "Well. Seems you guys got it sorted." And since she didn't much know about current eents, she couldn't quiz Bean on his knowlege of such things. Instead she gives a shrug. "Look out for one another though, for real. I've lost people because they didn't. ... Don't want a repeat," she mutters with a hand rubbing the back of her head before she turns to head off. "Later."

Triage has posed:
Triage sighs and watches while Logan ambles away from them. He looks at Bean. "It could be worse," he comments. "You're still here. When Shannon told me that you'd left ..." He shakes his head. "Please, do be careful." Then he looks to Shannon's stained shirt. Hydrogen peroxide to pre-treat, and it might survive well enough," he suggests. He watches while the other teacher gathers the weapons, and then nods to Megan. "Skirt the perimeter and you shouldn't run into any fragments," he urges.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "If I was worried about Mister Logan actually harming me, I wouldn't still be standing here." Bean admits. He's come to trust the teachers, even if they sometimes have very unusual teaching methods. He's used to combat instructors and operational trainers, so most of the stranger methods were actually more familiar to him than traditional classroom teaching. "But I need to talk to SHIELD soon, preferably not through my handling agent, because that would only cause trouble. And I need to tell someone I can trust. There's only two people in SHIELD that approach that definition."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows at Bean, crossing her arms. "Who would those be?" This should be interesting. To Chris, she nods, and chuckles a little bit. "I'll have to raid the wellness office for a little of that, then. Damn. My favorite tank top, too." Her gaze returns to Bean, her silence a rather pointed one.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly at Samuel. "Woow, are you like, working with SHIELD or something, too? Cuz that'd be really really..Cool.." and kinda scary, from what she's heard about that organization. She nods to Chris, eyeing the floor warily as she walks around the perimeter. "I think you got all the sharp metal thingies, looks clear over here!" she makes a face at Shannon, "Geez, I haven't had training with him yet but I hear he's pretty tough. Wonder what my Pixie dust would do to him?" she giggles, an impish smile on her face as she says that.

Triage has posed:
Chris nods to Megan while she follows a wide circle around the area. When she mentions the dust, he frowns. "You might want to wear a mask if sneezing becomes a real possibility," he recommends. "It's just a guess but I think that his reaction could be ... problematic."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Let's go with work with, yeah..." Bean mentions to Pixie, attempting a harmless smile. But there's things there that he's not saying, and things he doesn't want to say unless there's less of an audience.

    When Shannon asks, he replies almost immediately. "The Captain and Agent Croft. The Captain for obvious reasons, agent Croft because she dealt honorably with me and with Vi. That earns points in my book. I don't trust anyone else in that organisation."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly and whispers something to Bean before stepping back, smiling a little bit. To Megan, she just chuckles and nods, crossing her arms again. "You heard right. That's one tough sum'beach I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of. Very no-nonsense, down to earth, and ummm..." She laughs a little bit and shakes her head. "Well... definitely a little colorful at times. I'd really strongly recommend against letting your pixie dust loose on him." She edges a little closer to Chris as if to whisper something.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn pouts. "Awwe, you're soo no fun! It's not like I don't have control and constantly and randomly seep it all over the place..Having that severe cold or flu or whatever it was, was extreme circumstances, and made me sneeze uncontrollably. But I'm totally over that, so you don't have to worry about me..Really!"

Triage has posed:
"You saw what Mr. Logan was like," Chris answers Megan. "Under the right circumstances, without control, he might ..." He shakes his head. "My gift might help but we should be careful about inviting unnecessary danger." When Shannon whispers something, he shrugs and answers quickly. Returning his attention to Megan, he urges, "When you're ready to talk, hunt for me. I should be around here, probably in the Wellness Office. If not, ask around."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean nods, and whispers back. And having completed that little clandestine act, he looks down at himself, his hands greasy with engine oil and remembers that he actually was flustered enough to run his hand through his hair not too long ago. Ah crap. "I need to hit the showers. Talk to you soon, okay?" And at that, he heads up the stairs, closely followed by his shadow. They're not going to let him out of their sight anymore, that's for sure.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "See you a little later then, Bean. I've got to get this shirt washed before it stains for good." She heads on up the stairs to change for the second time that night, grumbling a little bit in various languages about the parentage, personal hygiene, and mating habits of whoever stuck that sword in Logan, and various groups of that ilk. This was going to be a long night.