9964/Who Cut The Cheese

Who Cut The Cheese
Date of Scene:	08 November 2019
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Much mac 'n cheese is made, holiday plans are discussed, and a wild Deadpool appears! The mac 'n cheese is highly effective!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Triage, Samuel Morgan, Pixie, Colossus, Deadpool

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Nightingale has posed:
     After the events of the night before, there was only one thing that would soothe a troubled mind and stomach. Mac 'n Cheese. Despite the circles under her eyes, Shannon's back at it, with her hair tied back, wearing her jeans and white t-shirt. There's one pot of macaroni boiling on the stove, one saucepan with the beginnings of familiar gooey cheesy goodness, and a large buttered sheet cake pan ready to go. Comfort food supreme, anyone?

Triage has posed:
Shannon is not alone in her trouble. Chris spent a restless night in the office, watching the sunrise without a clear word about the plan to secure the object of concern. Still restless, he ambles into the kitchen only to find Shannon at work. He leans on the edge of the island and offers, "Would you like some help or company?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hey, Chris," Shannon calls out, hearing him behind her. She's stirring the mixture in the saucepan and adding a few more handfuls of cheese. "Sure, could do with the company, and the only help I'll need is eating all this!" With the comfort of something familiar and basic, she does seem in better spirits, and hey--at least she's not molting!

Triage has posed:
Chris circles the island to stand nearby, leaving ample room between Shannon and himself so that she can work without hindrance. He nods to her whisper and answers while eyeing the bubbling pasta and the pale yellow cheese starting to melt.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a bit of a smile at his answer, chuckling lightly and inclining her head in agreement. "At least today's been a quiet day, though I should probably find Bean sometime today and let him know I'm okay. Last night was just -not- good at all. Who knows... maybe the smell of mac 'n cheese will lure him out. Or at least, I can set some aside for him."

Triage has posed:
"He's certainly a fan," Chris agrees. "I usually wouldn't suggest a text for really personal messages but in this case, it might be best. He seems to respond to them almost instantly." He looks from the pan to the chef and frowns when he sees the tiredness in her face. He takes a step closer and reaches for her arm. He closes his eyes for a moment, sharing a tiny burst of energy that should help to revive her. Then he releases her arm and returns to his spot. "I hope that they didn't think that we went crazy."

Nightingale has posed:
     The burst of energy was well-timed, just in time for Shannon to turn her attention back to the cheese sauce and prevent it from burning. She moves it off the burner quickly, and turns off the heat, moving to drain out the pasta into a colander in the sink next. A grateful smile is offered to Chris, the steam from the sink rising up behind her in an oddly homely sort of backdrop. "Probably won't be the last time. But I should probably update Bean at least a little. He'd probably be a whole lot less than pleased to hear who it was we ran into, though." Shaking her head, she sighs. "That's going to be a very delicate talk."

Triage has posed:
Chris nods. "I'll watch the cooking. You send the text," he suggests, offering his hand for the spoon. "The other matter about who was at the mall certainly should be personal, and don't tell him more than he needs to know. We have enough trouble as it is."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, stepping aside from the stove and slipping her phone from her pocket. A few quick taps and the message is sent to Bean, who is likely to get it even before his phone does, knowing him. "I hate cutting him out of the loop like that. In the short time he's been here, we've already seen each other through thick and thin. Kind of like Cannonball has for me since I've been here."

Triage has posed:
Chris continues to stir the cheese to prevent it from burning while Shannon assures their friend about the situation. "I know," he answers. "It's only because this could come back to bite people, and his position is more precarious than ours. In time, maybe." He eyes the cheese and then glances to the cooling pasta. Already the steam has diminished considerably. "I think that we're almost ready for the next phase," he notes, giving the spoon a few more swirls through the sea of gooey yellow. Then he grins. "It's a good thing that we exercise regularly or we'd not be able to fit through that door after a meal like this."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs at that, a giggle at first, but then a good, hearty laugh. "This is why I'm glad for all those morning runs with Bean. Though that's going to be curtailed here pretty shortly with winter coming on fast. Which reminds me, the sooner I get that aerial survey done, the better. Maybe later today or tomorrow, while the weather's still favorable." She brings the colander full of macaroni back over to the stove and dumps it back into the pot, pouring the cheese sauce over it all and mixing it well. "About how long do you think it will be before the smell of this stuff starts drawing a crowd, and should I make a double batch?"

Triage has posed:
Chris shrugs. "For an ancient, nearly historic place, the mansion has excellent ventilation. Usually, that would prevent odors from spreading, but I'll share a little secret about this place." He grins. "They designed the vents in here to spread the aromas. That helps to bring students to meals quickly, and it also provides a quick way for staff to know how the cooks are doing." Once the macaroni is in the pot, with gooey cheese beginning to envelop it, Chris stirs the mixture enough to accelerate the blending process. "I'd say go for a double," he adds. "This stuff keeps well enough and we never need to worry abotu leftovers. Someone will inhale them, probably us." He grins.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Either us, or Bean once he gets a whiff of the stuff. Yeah, you're probably right, better make up another pan." Shannon giggles, and turns to get the ingredients for another batch of mac 'n cheese together, and then helping Chris fill the prepared pan for its journey into the oven--bread crumb topping and all. "Sometimes I wonder if people here have a black hole somewhere in their digestive systems!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The cheese has been melted. The pasta portion divided. Upon a hot stove, sauce has been made. These are the things which summon the Wild One, and behold, for at this very moment a wild Bean appears.

    Smiling.

    In good spirits.

    Looking generally happy is the thought being conveyed here. He's still wearing his outside jacket, and considering the front door closing not too long ago, he must have only just gotten back in. Much like yesterday, he's been absent for most the day, and exactly like yesterday nobody seemed to be alarmed by the fact, as if staff had been briefed beforehand. This smiling Bean nods to both Triage and Shannon when he enters, finding himself a seat at the kitchen island. "Hey. Smells delicious."

Triage has posed:
While Shannon tops the first batch with bread crumbs and prepares to move the baking sheet into the oven, Chris gathers reinforcements - the container of pasta, the freshly grated cheeses, the flour, butter, and seasonings. While he works, he glances toward the door. He grins to Sam and waves. "We have a customer!" he calls. "If being heroes doesn't work for us, we should look into working at that gourmet place in the city that serves nothing but mac 'n' cheese."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes and chuckles. "We'd have to have a running tab for Bean here," she quips, topping off the pan and putting it in the oven. She frowns as her phone goes off just then. "Hang on... it won't take long to make that sauce, but would you mind dropping the pasta?" She peers down at her phone, her eyebrows going up. "It's Andrea." She taps out a quick message back. <<In the kitchen making some mac. What's the sitrep?>>

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Day just keeps getting better." Bean practically beams, looking about as relaxed as he has been in... well... it's rather hard to say. Even his best friends haven't seen him quite this relaxed, ever. Practically like a regular kid. 'Feeling' the message come in and going out on Shannon's phone reminds him of something, and so he fishes his own phone out of the inner pocket of his jacket and turns it back on. Like a regular person, using the button and everything. He had his phone off the entire time? Very much unlike him.

Triage has posed:
Chris nods. "Got it!" he starts the burner under the pot that is still warm from their first batch of the gooey goodness - the American manna from heaven. Once the pot is heating, he adds enough water and then measures the pasta by hand, knowing from experience how much he will need, and setting it aside to wait. "How so, Bean?" he asks, and then, teasing, "Or was it another secret meeting of the Shriner's Convention?"

Pixie has posed:
The smell of ooey gooey macaroni and cheese wafts in through the dorms, attracting none other than a certain pink-haired fairy girl who literally floats on the air, following the smell of freshly cooked food as she floats into the kitchen. "Mmmmmmmm what is that *heavenly* scent? Got room for one more hungry tummy?" she yawns as she peers around, rubbing her eyes. Clearly *someone* slept in this morning, fortunately she had a free first period.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles as she slips her phone into her pocket for a few minutes, though it's still buzzing madly away. Apparently, whatever's happening is a hot ticket item, but a hot stove and possibly burning food needs to take priority for a few minutes. Safety first. "It's mac 'n cheese, Megan. Also known as liquid gold, or comfort in a pan. Making another batch, especially when I saw Bean coming in." She giggles and nudges Bean gently. "And now I'm glad for that, with the black hole you carry around in your belly."

Triage has posed:
Chris glances to the door again, and beckons to Megan. "Do come in!" he calls. "Shannon has one batch in the oven and I'm working anther on the stove," he answers. "How are you today, Megan?" He glances to the pot, which hasn't started to boil yet, but is threatening, and then to the sleepy-eyed Megan. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Then he looks to Shannon and offers, "I can take care of this if that's urgent."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Happens when you skip breakfast. And lunch." is Bean's reply, as he smiles at something on his phone. Now he can't contain himself any more, and holds the phone out to Shannon. On the screen, in the usual resolution for mobile cameras, is a picture of Bean crouching down, with an inquisitive looking and fairly young German Shepherd sitting next to him, tilting his head at the strange device being pointed at them. "Meet Bear. Turns out he liked me and spent most of the night looking for me. I'll need to go back for a few more exercises and then he's coming to live with me."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn smiles brightly, "Morning! Or is it afternoon now? Mmmmmm that macaroni smells delic! I can never say no to Shannon's cooking!" she giggles as she floats towards the cooking pot, mostly ignoring her buzzing phone. "I'm alright Chris, just a little sleepy. I really have to work on late night partying..And I still wanna follow up on that stuff we talked about the other day.." her stomach rumbles hungrily, and it's likely that she probably missed breakfast this morning too as she searches for a plate in the cupboard, and a fork, before filling her plate with golden goodness, and starts munching hungrily away in one corner of the room.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon's jaw drops and she goes silent for a few moments. "That's... great, Bean. I'm glad you'll have him." Her mood sobers, a more bittersweet smile on her face, as she turns to tend to the second batch of mac 'n cheese. "Handsome little guy isn't he? It'll be good for you."

Triage has posed:
Chris continues to mind the next batch, measuring the flour and butter into a second, still warm pot, for the roux. He glances to Megan again. "Are you sure? After the roux is ready and I start the sauce, I should have time to load the Keurig. As for the other matter, you know where to find me." Then he hears the news about Bear. "I wondered who 'Bear' was. Do you mind if I have a look?" he asks. Throughout the time, he has been stirring the roux with a wooden spoon and eyeing the water. Both seem to come to fullness at the same time. He quickly dumps the pasta into the water and then grabs a handful of cheese to start that sauce.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    For his part, Bean gladly hands his phone over to Triage. "Had to ask permission from the school, of course, but they're organising this for me. Got the idea from a... a friend I didn't know I had, someone who's gone through the exact same thing and got helped by a service dog." Because a pet this is absolutely not...

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods slowly, thoughtfully..The pan is barely out of the oven, but she just HAD to try some of it at least. "Mmmmmm tastes god! I think it's totally ready.." she smiles and nods to Chris. "Yeah, I need to find out more about myself. If I'm like, a fairy or what.." Megan sighs, "But, I just dunno where to start. I'll bet Illy would have an idea, but I haven't seen her in a while. She's probably on a spa vacation in limbo or something weird like that.." she rolls her eyes.

At the mention of some big dog buddy of Bean's she arches a brow. "Oooh, you got yourself a new buddy? Lesssee!!" she peeks over Chris' shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of doggie.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus makes his way down to the kitchen, his hands and arms spattered a bit with paint. He heads over to the sink to wash up, smiling to the others as they're gathered. "Good afternoon," he says simply, applying a liberal amount of soap to his hands. He's wearing a simple t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes, "I hope I will see some of you in my art class when it starts again next week. I have some very exciting projects in mind," he says.

Seeing mention of his sister, he frowns softly, "Illyana is taking some time away. She was having difficulty adjusting. I do not agree with her leaving, but, much as I am her older brother, I do not control her life. She must make her own path."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Just... don't forget the rest of us, okay, Bean?" With a small smile, Shannon goes to make sure a pan is buttered and ready for the next batch of mac 'n cheese, adding a little milk to the sauce as well to bring it to the right consistency. "So out of curiosity, are you able to say who the friend is? I'd love to thank them for helping my bestie."

     Colossus' entrance has her turning away from the stove briefly, tilting her head slightly and offering a smile. "Hello there. Ah, wish I'd have known you were teaching art a few weeks ago, sure could have used a little help on a small project." She moves the sauce off of the burner for safety's sake and turns it off, moving over to offer her hand. "I'm Shannon. Think I might have seen you briefly in the DR a week or so ago but we never really got to say hi."

Triage has posed:
Chris quickly washes and dries one hand to take the phone, if only for a moment. He grins. "Hello Bear!" he exclaims. Then he nods to Bean. "They don't like pets here. Shannon and I met some wonderful kittens recently but couldn't adopt them due to the rules, but this is different, and should be most welcome." He handles the phone carefully, almost gingerly, and steps across the rooom to show the screen to Pixie. Remembering her allergies. he doesn't want her to miss the opportunity. Then he returns the phone to Bean and ...

Another customer! He looks from Colossus to Shannon and grins. "Another batch. I'll get on that."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Standing to fix some plates and cutlery for the rest of the kitchen, seeing how people keep appearing, Bean gives Shannon's shoulder a squeeze in passing. "He's not going to make me forget. If anything, he'll make me remember." Which is perhaps a good summation of the role of a psychiatric assistance dog. As for the mystery friend... Bean considers his answer while fetching plates and setting them up on the kitchen island. "Don't know if it's up to me to say, considering... but mention it to the Captain, he'll be able to make that call."

    Megan will see a picture on the phone of Bean crouching down, with a young and inquisitive looking German Shepherd sitting next to him, head tilted at the thing being pointed at them to make the picture.

    "Art class, Mister Rasputin? If there's a spot left... could I sign up? Never tried any art, but that's the point, right?"

Colossus has posed:
Colossus nods and smiles, "Shannon, it is a pleasure. And yes, please, I would like to taste some of what you're making. Cooking can be as much a creative outlet as painting," he says.

To Samuel, he nods, remembering the quiet boy from their previous encounter, "Da, of course, you are more than welcome to join. I know that it is not as practical as combat training or mathematics, but I believe the release of art does for the soul what those lessons do for the mind and body," he says. "Also, something I learned from my own student days - if you find, perhaps, some lost kittens and you want to help them but cannot take them in the mansion, you will find that the old stables are rarely used and not particularly patrolled, but they still have plenty of warm hay and places for animals to hide. If, say, you needed someplace like that."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn beams at the sight of Colossus, waving and smiling at him. "Hello, Mister..Err..Piotr!" she remembers that most teachers are fairly casual about using their first name, Piotr was always a bit friendlier than most. "Yaay, I can't wait to attend your art class! They're always soo relaxing!" she's not a half-bad painter either, when she wants to be. Megan always had a lot of creativity to burn. Her face falls a bit at mention of Illyana. Perhaps surprisingly so, given their history.

"Awwe, I'm sorry to hear that. I mean, I had so many questions, and she was helping me practice magic..Now...I dunno.." she pouts, wondering who could give her direction on her spells, before y'know, she blow up the school or something!

But she is easily distracted, and the photo of the doggie causes her to beam, "Ooooh he's sooo cute! I guess the name Bear kinda suits him, he looks big and strong! I wish I had a pet too, that'd be fuuun!"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods to Bean and slips her phone from her pocket yet again. "Give me a sec, let me take care of that." Not normally a number she calls, but this time perhaps the occasion warrants it. She taps out a quick message and sends it off, tucking her phone away once more. "There, we'll see what comes of it."

She smiles to Colossus, and chuckles. "This one's turned into a group effort, it seems. Just some very basic mac 'n cheese, but to hear Bean over here tell it, you'd swear it was food of the gods. He talks too much about it sometimes."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "He's not a pet." Bean corrects Megan as he puts his phone away and starts to ladle mac 'n cheese on his plate. "He's trained to... help me out." In many ways. But Bean doesn't like to talk about his state of mind most of the time, and instead reverts to a far more benign topic. Food. "Look, this is good food, enjoy it. Maybe not eating it for six years skewed my perception a bit, but I'm still going to say that this is probably the best mac 'n cheese out there." There. Ringing endorsement.

    "Do I need to bring anything special to your class, Mister Rasputin?" Because exercise for the soul? He absolutely needed that. Even if only to remind himself that he still had one.

Triage has posed:
Chris shakes his head when Shannon objects to Bean extolling the wonders of food. "It's a better topic than some that I won't mention," he notes, still hurrying to help Shannon with the now seemingly endless process of feeding the masses. He glances to Megan. "Do you draw or paint?" he asks. "We have quite a few musicians around here, but not so many of those. I'd like to see your work if you don't mind." He nods to Colossus. "Knowing a thing or two about art is as useful as knowing the martial arts, but for different reasons. We shouldn't forget to appreciate the beauty that thrives around us." He glances between Shannon and Bean, but for the moment, says nothing about that.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus nods to Megan, "Ah, yes, I remember you from when I returned from my excursion. You had a rather complicated relationship with Illyana, as I recall. Perhaps we can find another to help you in your quest, although I remain firm in my belief that magic is probably best left alone. I have seen its cost up close,' he says.

To the other questions, he smiles, "I paint and I draw, each in turn. I am even considering doing a bit of sculpting. No need to worry about materials, everything will be provided. We will indulge in several different disciplines. Including a few in which I am as much a babe in the woods as any student. It will give us a chance to explore together."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles a little bit. "It was actually sculpting I meant to ask you about, sir. My mother is more the artist of the family. She does quite well with watercolors and pastels. She draws a lot of inspiration from Greek mythology. Should have seen the one she did of the birth of Athena from Zeus' forehead. Or the one she tried of the river Styx, and Charon in his boat. I picked up more on music, but... hey, I'm willing to try." The part of the cost of magic has her raising her eyebrows briefly, but only just.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Been trying to find someone to teach me how to play guitar." Bean reveals between mouthfuls of deliciousness, and always waiting until his mouth is empty. "Looks like fun, and everyone seems to play at least one instrument."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly at Bean. "Err..Help you out? How? I don't get it.." yeah, she's a bit incredulous, and doesn't know that much about the quiet and secretive Mr. Bean, unfortunately.

Fortunately she is easily distracted by food! And doesn't talk again for several minutes as she gorges her face with...Food! Yummmmmm.

Triage has posed:
"Now that you mention it, Bean, I've wondered occasionally if artistic ability and our ... mutations might correlate in some way," Chris says. "It might be biological or it might be a learned behavior, an adaptation that springs from our needingn to improvise to deal with things." He shrugs. "I've seen papers arguing both sides in the literature. I think that the jury is still on the fence." Then he glances to Shannon before adding, "Jay and Andrea both play. If I remember correctly, Megan plays, too." He glances to Pixie.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles. "I was thinking of asking Jay, or perhaps Andrea, but I'm just as likely to be learning from Cannonball's new ladyfriend." There's an impish little twinkle in her eyes as she drops that bit of gossip, giggling madly and making silly kissing noises in reference to the pair.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus smiles, "I'm very open to suggestions on any material or project you'd like to bring to the table. It's meant to be very informal. I am not so much older than all of you and it feels a bit...odd to be a teacher," he admits.

"I do not play any instruments myself. I do not seem to have much in the way of musical talent, although I do well enough at singing carols come the holidays. Be forewarned, my art class will likely be in charge of helping to decorate the mansion for the upcoming season."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Oh, is that getting to be more serious then?" It seems Bean is inquiring purely out of form's sake, and possibly because he might score guitar lessons there.

    "You had me at art class, Mister Rasputin." he smiles, already halfway through his plate. Clearly he doesn't mind putting in the work decorating a place the size of the Mansion. "What do we have to work with?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon turns to peer over at Colossus, her eyebrows raising and her lips quirking upwards into something of a smile. "Call this a pop quiz, then, with the holidays fast approaching," she muses, as she straightens up just enough to make sure her voice comes through strong and clear, a silky alto that rings out with an old, old carol with an almost otherworldly feel.

"Veni, veni, Emmanuel
captivum solve Israel,
qui gemit in exsilio,
privatus Dei Filio.

Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
nascetur pro te Israel!"

Deadpool has posed:
"My sniffer has sniffed a cheeserific smell," floats a voice from the doorway to the Kitchen. It is a familiar figure to a few, but the voice is generally what people pick up on, since Wade's image inducer can be a little bit wild in application. So /no/, Wade isn't Harry Potter today. This is some breed of /Weasley/, note the red hair.

Which means in essence, a teen in magician robes just peeked in, and is now bouncing his way into the kitchen proper. "I---- oh!" Weasley-Wade stops abruptly, reacting to the song. He stops to fish in his pockets. Tic tacs come out, two yellow balloons, a tomigotchi, a bit of an old apple, and aha! Lighter. He raises it, flicks it on, and helpfully sways at Shannon, beaming. At least, until his gaze moves to Colossus. The lighter turns off.

Triage has posed:
Triage looks to Shannon while grabbing more plates and utensils to place on the island for people. "Well done!" he praises, "And in Latin, too. That's not something that you hear often, even in the season." He looks to Bean and suggests, "You can find courses on almost anything online now, too. If you want to learn something you're almost certain to find a teacher, and not just rubbish."

Colossus has posed:
Colossus listens to the singing and smiles broadly, "That is excellent indeed. I will make sure to see if you can be included in any carolling groups we put together. I'm mostly good for the falalalalalas," he says.

He's about to tuck into a bit of food himself when Deadpool enters. Whatever he looks like, the voice is rather unmistakable and one of Piotr's large black eyebrows goes up. He barely resists popping into his organic steel form. "Oh dear."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Blink. Nope. Bean draws a blank. And it's obvious that he doesn't recognise either the tune or the words. Which is all the more galling, because it sure sounds very nice.

    And then, suddenly, Deadpool.

    To say that Bean's head swivels to meet the voice would be to do violence to the expression that forms for a moment. But then, the teen shrugs and motions to an empty seat next to him, with a smile to Shannon shortly afterwards. "Okay, your mac and cheese is getting to be world famous now." Back to the visitor. "Hi Wade, what's up?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles at Bean, and tilts her head a little. "You might know it as 'O Come, O Come Emmanuel'. It's beautiful in Latin, though. Chris is right, you don't hear it much in the language anymore, even in the season."

The lighter gets an impish little grin and a bow, the winged teen snapping her wings outwards. "Thank you, Wade. Oh, and you're just in time for some mac 'n cheese, too. Pull up a stool and sit a spell. Pun intended." Rolling her eyes, she chuckles a little bit, getting a plate full of the gooey goodness and a fork for Wadesley, and setting it down next to him. Smiling at Triage, she motions between the two. "Chris... this is Wade. Wade, this is Chris. He's just returned fairly recently, and I'm sure glad for the relief watch."

Colussus gets a raised eyebrow and she crosses her arms, taking a couple steps closer and actually going toe-to-toe with him. "Ummm... did I just hear you put yourself down? Seriously??"

Deadpool has posed:
"Hi, person and Chris," Wade asides to Bean, then Chris, as if things were normal. Then he immediately goes into hyper 'Wade' mode, with no beat missed.

"My love!" Explodes Deadpool with eager passion. Both arms fling open, all of the love indeed directed at the poor Russian strongman. "I have been a rock star, party-hard, getting-over-you comeback kid, and my friends all say I've been drinking too much--- and that is just the one friend, and it is special kool-aid, but I----" Wade's a thrilled chatterbox. How long has it even been since he'd felt some metallic limb against his body? It was probably an uppercut, but memories are hard, guys.

"Just a minute." He orients on the lighter now, and strokes the top over and over, trying to get it to light again. Rub, flick. Rub. Flick. "Fuckit," he says, tossing it, and suddenly attempting to lunge towards Piotr, clearly with an intention for an embrace. Or something. Wade's variable, there might be an intention for tongue (which would be very difficult with the mask: but I did not say WHOSE tongue).

Colossus has posed:
Colossus interrupts Wade's progress with an outstretched arm, his flat palm centered in the jabbering merc's chest and keeping him at arm's length. For the first time in life, Piotr wishes he had longer arms. He does have larger arms in his armored form, but he doesn't want the students to think a fight is about to break out. It might, but he'd like to prevent it if possible.

"Wade," he says, "You are being inappropriate and I think you know that," he says, his attention momentarily taken up by preventing himself from being tonsil-hockeyed.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There's a minute shake of Bean's head towards Shannon as he concedes defeat. "Not big on Christmas music, we were..." Yeah. He's going to add Christmas traditions to his list of social interactions to be studied. Hopefully he can get a few good sessions in before the season hits.

    Quite happy to be 'person' for now, he continues eating, watching the sudden outbreak of shenanigans across the kitchen. "Should we leave the room to give people some privacy? I feel like we should be leaving the room..."

Triage has posed:
Chris takes a step forward when Shannon introduces him, and nods his head. "Welcome," he says simply. Then, glancing to Shannon, he adds, "We did make several batches, and hospitality is important." Then he eyes Wade when the guy tosses the lighter and lunges for Colossus. Again, he looks to Shannon and says, "It's a good thing that he Wellness Office is nearby."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon attempts to stifle a laugh, and fails miserably. She steps back over by Chris and Bean, nodding to them both. "Oh, it's not Wade I'd be worried about. Don't know much about Mr. Rasputin, though." Which goes to show just how little she's heard about or encountered him to begin with.

It's the great Wade-Rasputin match everyone's been waiting for! Or at least, the one Wadesley's been waiting for.

Round one. DING!

Deadpool has posed:
"Yes I swore, //shit//, and there's children," Wade agrees, caught in the chest. Instead of the proper reaction, which might have been to step back or something like that, he attempts to latch onto the hand with both arms, and whips his legs and lower body upwards, to attempt to wrap his legs around Piotr's bicep. It's one of those wildly ridiculous acrobatic movements that normal people don't think of: half because if he's dropped or flung off, he will probably land on his head or neck on the tile kitchen floor.

But it's Deadpool, so there's Deadpooling happening as he squirrel-monkeys. It's particularly weird with the magician-student drape of cloak. "Maybe I like hearing you say how inappropriate I am," Wade offers, though there's no actual aggression here. Not beyond being aggressively affectionate, that is.

Wade's gaze moves to the table, though. "Is that mac and cheese? Does it have hotdog bits in it?" Attention holding, what is that.

"Will you feed it to me?"

Triage has posed:
"It is mac 'n' cheese," Chris confirms, eyebrows rising at the next question. "We don't ... usually add hotdogs, but if you want them, adding them to yours shouldn't be a problem." He glances to Shannon and then Bean before heading for the refrigerator to search for the afore-mentioned addition. He leaves the question of feeding methods for someone else to tackle while he gets the franks. "Boiled, grilled, or nuked?" he asks, holding the package aloft.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles softly, her wings fluttering as if somehow, they too could laugh right along with her. "Oh, go bumsen yourself... it's nothing we haven't heard or said before." Her interest continues to be focused on the shenanigans in progress, leaning over to whisper something to Chris.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "In order, yes, no and no. That last one is an absolute no." Bean smiles and finishes his own plate, just leaning back and watching. Where else is he going to get this kind of a display? And, as some people have been at pains to point out, there's no need to be serious /all/ the time. He does look over to Shannon with a smile, mouthing a silent 'Sprache!' at her.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus shakes his head, "Deadpool, I have made it clear to you, I am not interested in your romantic advances. I appreciate your sentiment, but it is not reciprocated and you have to learn the importance of boundaries and consent. I do not want to hit you because it sets a bad example and because I will likely put you through the wall," he says.

"Now please, behave yourself and eat some macaroni and cheese in a conventional fashion."

Triage has posed:
Chris nods to Shannon when she steps back enough to speak privately with him. He answers just before his phone chirps. Sighing, He pulls the device from a pocket, peers at it, and squares his shoulders. "However good the food is, duty calls." He returns the package of franks to the refrigerator and looks to Shannon. "Save some for me if you can. If not, I'll make more tonight." He shrugs again. "Duty calls." With that, he heads for the door, glancing again at the phone.

Deadpool has posed:
"Yes," Wade answers the 'or' question about hot-dogs. Really any of those, it seems. "You can procedurally do it. Grill, then nuke, then bake, then use a flat-iron. I don't have hair, but I have a hair-straightener iron thing for such things. It takes way too long to make a quesadilla with a hair-iron, by the way," Wade shares.

Wade makes a sad little noise at Piotr, but unwraps his legs and drops to the floor. And then promptly tries to press his face into the palm like a petting-seeking pet cat. "May I have your consent to eat mac and cheese from your lap?" Wade asks, with clear effort. "In whatever way you want to take my meaning?"

"Also am I approved to turn off my inducer thing? I know I'm not supposed to scare students with my gear," Wade asks, with brief lucidity. Meaning, the swords and guns and mercenary thing.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and gives Bean the universal salute, sticking her tongue out at him. And that was even assuming that Wade understood and spoke German. The hilarity is momentarily broken when Chris has to go tend to duty, her brows furrowing. "Oy... looks like this could be another long day...."

For her part, she settles for boiling a couple hot dogs to cut up and add to Wadesley's mac 'n cheese, just shaking her head. "Wade... I don't think you quite comprehend half the things we've seen and done in just the three months or so I've been here. I've seen Chris up to his elbows in a teammate's guts, healing them, done a fair bit of some pretty nasty healing myself, and let's not even get into half the shit that happens whenever we go out on a fucking field trip, okay? We may be younger but we're not exactly little kiddy-cats." Yeah. 'Sprache', indeed.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I wonder what happened to that semi automatic grenade launcher I got to use when that metal thing attacked..." Bean wonders out loud, just to make it clear that he's not a stranger to weaponry, strangeness /or/ shenanigans. But at the same time he's standing up to put his plate in the dish washer, like the domesticated wild animal he has become.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus nods, "You may appear as yourself. But keep your weapons put away," he says firmly.

"You may eat your mac and cheese out of a bowl sitting at the table with everyone else. My lap is off-limits," he says simply.

Deadpool has posed:
"Kids growin' up so fast," Wade says, lifting a hand to wipe a non-existent tear away, listening to them parade their experiences out. "It's all that video game violence, like 'Pac-Man' and 'Barbie: My Pony Rescue'," Wade clearly blames, but slides sideways to apply his butt to a chair. Taking in Piotr's orders, Wade also switches off his image inducer, leaving the red and black mercenary in his leather gear in full view. He sets both elbows on the table, chin on his palms, head tilted at Piotr. If it were a cartoon, little hearts would be floating away near Wade's head. "How big is your grenade launch---you know what, I can't: there could be an invisible child in here and I'm not getting thrown out of the mansion again for lewdness," Wade declares. "If I am flung out, it will be for violence, not for sexually scarring a child." So there.

He waits for his nom-noms.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles lightly as she cuts the hot dogs up into the rather large bowl of mac 'n cheese. After all, who knew what his metabolism was like, with a healing factor like that! "You're surprisingly normal after some things, trust me." The bowl finds its way to the counter in front of Wade, fork and all, and she smiles. "Okay, maybe a little madcap at times with some of the offbeat humor, but still... you're really not all that bad, overall."

Deadpool has posed:
"Aw, thank you; I do aim for just below 'not so bad', keeps the bar low enough to step over without grazing the balls," Wade informs Shannon, genuinely sounding flattered. He has a visual aid for it with one palm, too.

"Steel yourselves; my face is like a piece of wicker furniture made of zombie intestines, for I have all of the cancer," Wade warns. He wants mac and cheese, though. So he pulls up the front of his mask, rolling it to nose-bridge: it displays only his upper throat, chin, and mouth. He's a horror of physical injuries: it's truly disturbing. That his teeth are fine is awkwardly upsetting, framed in the travesty of Wade's skin.

He happily digs in (with the fork) to the mac and cheese, which does shut him up briefly.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs sadly as she sees the extent of Wade's injuries for the first time, gingerly touching his shoulder. "It's just as well that Kitty warned me that first day that healing you would be a bad idea... or I'd be trying, just so you wouldn't have to suffer." Oddly enough, she doesn't seem repulsed or horrified in the least. Instead, a tear trickles down her face for him. "I'm sorry."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade clears his throat awkwardly, chewing on his mac and cheese, and side-eyes the compassionate healer a little bit, one eyebrow up. "Yep, we're all very sorry," Wade agrees, chipper. Maybe. He's got his mouth full, so he might be upset: mask plus mac is a hard read.

"Healing me usually is wonky, I'm at balance, like a toilet at a friend's house you accidentally caused to flood, but it hasn't QUITE spilled onto the floor yet."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly as she listens. "I remember both of you talking about it that day. Tip the balance, and you have a flood with little floaters in it all over the floor. Not good." A faintly wry smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards, and she chuckles softly. "Seriously, though... that's not hurting you too badly, is it?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade taps the side of his semi-exposed nose and points at her. "Floaters," Wade agrees smoothly, fishing out a bit of floating hotdog out of his mac and cheese. And eating it.

"What would you say if I was in constant pain every moment of my life?" Wade wonders, sitting up a little bit, alertly. He speared some mac and cheese and is twirling the fork in left gloved hand. "If the answer makes you cry you can lie about it, I'm not trying to cause the whole waterworks thing."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to lie. It makes me wish there was something I could do so you wouldn't have to hurt so much. We each have our pain, though. Some wear it on the outside, others... on the inside. It takes a really strong person to bear either one. So... you may be a little wild, a little bit zany, a bit kooky at times, but you've got your moments when you're more than you realize. Perhaps we all have those moments, at least once in our lives." She smiles lightly, getting her own bowl of mac 'n cheese, and sliding onto another stool opposite Wade, at the counter.

Deadpool has posed:
"So MAYBE if I were healed by an exterior thing while also nullified then I might be just a scarred travesty that you see already," Wade says, moving his fork back and forth as if weighing options. "But the balance of that is crazy. Like moderating between extremists on a forum: destined for both sides to just get really fucking upset, and solve nothing." A grin shows: disgusting as usual on what remains of the pulsing sores on Wade's lips.

"You are SUPER cheery," Wade compliments. "You should try hot-dogs in your mac," he says, as if that were connected. "Sometimes I have zero hurt. Sometimes my nerves are burned to shit. So there's that. But I will accept hugs, those help the spirit in a way that doesn't make me turn inside-out. If you're eighteen. I get distracted."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon bursts out laughing, and slides off of the stool to give Wade that hug, wings wrapping around him in a feathery cocoon. "Sorry, still just sixteen. Behave." The young healer grins, and gently nudges his shoulder. "See, this is why I don't mind it so much when you stop by. You remind us to not take things so seriously at times. See, you do a lot more good than you realize."

Deadpool has posed:
"I'm also a mercenary that kills people for money," Deadpool whispers at Shannon loudly, in way that nobody in the room could possibly miss. He licks some stray cheese off his fingers, and then scoops up the whole bowl with his other hand, standing.

"Speaking of fite fite, I'm gonna hunt a Logan. For partially cheese purposes. Maybe a more welcoming lap." That was sent at Colossus. Heartbroken.

"Heartbroken," Wade says aloud.

Nightingale has posed:
     "I think the last time I mentioned you to him, the answer was something like, 'Drop dead', or to that effect. I can try again next class I have with him, though." Shannon pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head and trying not to laugh. Miserably. "Even mercs have their good moments."

     Something about putting 'cheese' and 'Logan' in the same sentence soon has her in fits of giggles. "Ha. More like Limburger or Camembert, in that case."

Deadpool has posed:
"A selfie with 'cheese', both verbal and physical," Wade agrees. "For I have much cheese." He flips his mask down, giving the room a reprieve of his awful countenance. With bowl in hand, he prances off out of the room. "Byyyyye-ieeeeeee!"