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Warpath	The smells of breakfast can be detected. Bacon, eggs, blueberry pancakes, syrup, sausage, potatoes, and even a few beans on the side. A lot of bacon. James has been cooking for what appears to be for more than one person. Though he is alone in these very early (or late) hours of the morning. 1, maybe 2 am. Most in the mansion are asleep and dreaming their mutant dreams. But not James. He's currently wearing hiking boots, jeans, and a black tshirt. All relatively tight over his 7'2" muscular frame. Luckily the doorways and many of the fixtures are designed for above average sized people. So he fits, for the most part. His long hair is pulled back in a leather thong and the counter near the range is dotted with several food prep items and even food. He's just about done and the kitchen smells of fried this, cooked that. There are also food prep pots/bowls in the sink ready to be processed - after he eats. There's a singular, oversized plate that he's loading up with food just after turning off the burners. His back is to the main door from the hallway outside.
Alice	Sometimes, cosply club just ran long. Long enough to miss the last bus down to New York and... Alice never did get herself a driver's license. So she stays over. Though, today, she can'T seelp, popping onto the kitchen she used to raid a couple of year ago, when she was a student. Today? She was an alumni, just a guest, slipping in in impossible boots. Impossible, because the overknee boots are tight but have no lacing, no zipper and no straps. Just formfitting faux leather and baby heels, a red blouse and a skirt, leaving jsut about a tasteful finger of skin. "I see I'm not the the only night owl," the redhead remarks as she slips into the kitchen proper, spotting Warpath. "Not a student I presume, or you'd hide... about there." she muses, pointing to a dark corner with a little mischivious grin on the lips.
Warpath	The voice is unfamiliar, the encroaching scent also unknown. His body tightens as he turns with his plate in his left hand, a knife and fork in the right. His posture relaxes when he spots the tall redhead occupying the room. His dark eyes peer over her frame and recalls hearing and even reading about her in the past student registry. Things he searches through when considering tactical opportunities and needs. Her power set, though unique, was marked as 'support' with 'potential combat applications'. It listed her as a business owner somewhere in Mutant Town. His recognition is spot on when he says, "Alice, right? I'm James. And no, not a student." He begins to move toward the kitchen table and an oversized chair to fit his frame. - Behind him, he leaves a few items on the range that she could make a fine breakfast from - or she can steal from his if he doesn't stab her for doing so. Surely he's not a stabber.
Alice	"Eh, yep, Alice is me," The redhead admits, brushing her hair back a moment, then wrinkling her nose as she sorts the strands a little more directly, forcing the messed strands of creatin to straighten. "So... I guess my total failures in the Damger Room did not leave enough of an impression to be still remembered years later? I mean... You were there when the thing once again blew up and all I could do was try my darndst because I can't manipulate holograms in the first place." That event must have been like 2, maybe three years ago. "Anyway, how's it going, Mr. Proudstar? Or do I get first name basis as an Alumni?"
Warpath	His embarrassment and lack of proper memories makes him smile with a slight bow and shake of his head. "Oh man. Yeah. Sorry about that." He's going to mentally blame it on 'all the redheads'. Yet, he says nothing about it. Instead, he offers, "I'm gonna go with head trauma." - too many redheads causing trauma - or, 'crazy white chicks with red hair'. He offers, "Please, it's James. I don't even like it when my students call me 'Mr Proudstar'." then he nods back over to the range, "You hungry. I sort of overcooked. Thinking I was cooking for 4. And then you can tell me what you've been up to."
Alice	"Eh, I guess the Danger room fails often enough to forget one occasion, but at least the name seems to have stuck. So.. uh, I guess I have some... James." Alice offers a genuine smile, but also a little nod. "So, you raid the kitchen often? I just... missed my bus and had to stay over. The kids were too energic with their projects and didn't want to stop, sooo... I stayed late and... finally missed the bus. What's your excuse? Wait, you're teacher, so, no excuse needed to stay."
Warpath	There's a nod of agreement as James registers and aligns with Alice's remarks. He takes a few bites and then pours syrup on the pancakes. Then starts cutting. "I was out late tracking down someone. Just got back. But you're welcome here and don't need an excuse to stay over. I'm sure the kids appreciate your assistance with their projects. And yeah, I still teach. Social Studies, survival, and run Danger Room situations and testing. They keep me pretty busy around here." He takes pancake bites that he's just cut free with the fork/knife. His dark eyes do their best to split their time watching her and not missing his food that he wants to consume. He does seem hungry.
Alice	"I hope it wasn't a pupil in trouble." Alice adds as she takes some of the pancakes. "I bet they do, but some of them do scare me. Want me to help them sewing..." she shudders visibly. Didnt the profile claim she works in a costume shop? Then again, she doesn't need to sew to do that, and considering her powers, she might cheat when sewing anyway. "Did you ever manage to get the DR updated to give material manipulators like me a fighting chance or is it still an utterly rigged experience to fight holograms that can't be affected like normal people?" Alice asks between two bites.
Warpath	"Scalphunter." Is the initial answer he gives regarding the potential student in trouble and tracking part of the conversation. He elaborates, "I caught his scent in the northern forest. He's got no business being around here, and likely up to something that Sinister sanctioned." - it's likely he'll be filing a report on it after his breakfast moment. After a few bites and the query regarding the DR, he shakes his head a bit. "Not that I'm aware of. Forge handles that stuff. Best that I not mess with those protocols. Though, I'm sure robotics with wetware would be the answer to that problem. Giving you some real things, not just hard light."
Alice	"Sinister... Oh, you mean Mr. Sinister? Or was it Doctor? I guess... that would be trouble, if someone on his payroll is around here." Alice remarks, nodding slowly. "I thought you do the training setup, so you must know the protocols in and out. But robots are not impeded by... stuffing their trunks up their unmentionables... I mean, why would they?"
Warpath	He notes, "Scalphunter is a Marauder. Not on the payroll here. But you may be onto something regarding his reasons for being in the vicinity. Could be making a contact. Still, Jean is pretty good at screening for potential threats." ((except for Gambit)). Then he pauses and queries, "Hang on a sec. What do you mean, 'stuffing their trunks up their unmentionable's I'm not sure I follow."
Alice	Alice sighs as she brushes over her forehead. "Well... when a guy did shoot up the shop I work at because some cop-woman tried to arrest him... I... kinda snapped and his underwear... well... the classic movie Wedgie might be more safe for work than how that ended for him. All balled up... uh...through his backdoor." The words come with some stammering and a blush on Alice part. "Not my proudest day..."
Warpath	There's a soft snort of laughter, as James stifles himself while chewing bacon. He smiles broadly, swallows then drinks to clear his throat so he won't choke. Then he states, "That's an excellent use of your power. And, you're right. Unlikely applicable in the Danger Room. If you're interested though, I'm sure a team vs team setup would be best, allowing the Danger Room to regulate power output of some participants. Giving you plenty of opportunity to shine with your manipulation power."
Alice	"Excellent? It's gross! And Shannon chewed me out often enough that it is totally inappropriate." Alice remarks, naming a member of the new mutants from back when she was there in school. "Team versus team... uh... I wouldn't want to hurt someone..."
Warpath	"If you can safely stop an incursion, someone from getting hurt, and use non lethal force; then yes, it's excellent. I'd even go so far as to have suggested binding his boy bits as an alternative. That'll shut any guy down. And if you've got that much control over polymers, then that's a very useful and beneficial power. Shannon wasn't considering the outcome, just the context. As for hurting someone, it's unlikely that the danger room would let certain things get so far. Additionally, it's an exercise in control. Theirs and yours. So pulling punches is part of the process." He takes more bites and then leans back in the chair. He adds, "If we're not getting better with our powers, then we're getting worse by default."
Alice	"Just... I really wouldn't want them to hurt themselves either. I mean, you can hurt yourself and tie off your wrists if those are tied together... Wait, WHAT?!" Alice goes all shocked as Warpath suggests tying genitals. "That... That must surely be endangering them! I mean... you do that to... turn bulls into oxen..." "I got better since I graduated. I can turn a full spool of filament into something at once these days, not just a cheapo pound one. And from the otehr end of the room, not just being in the room." Alice remarks, trying to look confident in her achievement instead of embarressment
Warpath	He chuckles and shakes his head a bit while grabbing more bacon, "Not to cut off the parts. Not rubber band like castration. But simply grabbing the parts firmly enough to cause pain. That'll stop most raging bulls, or in this case, a man, from attacking. You needed worry too much about doing actual harm when there's the potential harm coming to yourself. Especially considering the threats to us mutants from the world at large." Then he puts the bacon in his mouth.
Alice	Alice shakes her head vigorously as Warpath hammers in on the point. "S...still might damage them! I mean, what if they want kids and it ruins that? What... if I end up tying too tight and it's like the rubber band before someone realizes?" Luckily... she is too kind. Possibly.
Warpath	He smiles, and had no idea she was so kind. Thinking that most people who come out of this place aren't as considerate to their enemies. Instead of elaborating, James instead says, "Karma." and then he stands grabbing his plate and glass to head over to the sink with the intention of cleanup. He's made a pretty big mess. Yet, there's an industrial/robotic washing machine where plates/cookery are placed for processing within the walls. He also leaves his remark as simple as it is. That it was their karma - if they lose a nut.
Alice	Alice says, "Karma? I don't quite follow..." Alice mutters as she finishes off her plate to put it into the tray for the washing machine, reaching to help with the cleanup without asking if she should or could. Just doing it. "Though I still would feel bad if there was a training accident or anything...""
Warpath	"The balance of the universe. If someone has done something untoward to others, then their karma will catch up with them. You may be the instrument of that karma. As for feeling bad in a training exercise. Everyone would. But we'd also understand that it's part of the exercise and we're trying to get better. Be better prepared. Better to train, else you could definitely do more harm when a real life situation presents itself."
Alice	"I know what Karma is, I mean... what would Karma have to do with... doing that?" Alice remarks as she sorts the utensils into the tray. "And... really... I shouldn't try to inflict damage. It wouldn't be nice..."
Warpath	He moves around to start gathering things from the range and around. Then moves to load the conveyor. "Simply that.", he states while he realizes she's not quite getting it. Perhaps it's a philosophical difference. So he chooses it's best not to pursue or push views on others. "Anyway... I'll get with Forge to discuss potential options for training designed specifically for you - if you're inclined. Plus, we may have other trainees in the future that could have powers like yours. Best to be prepared."
Alice	"Everybody forgets those matter bound mutations, I get it." Alice offers with a wink as she assists in getting everybody onto the trays and to the cleaning conveyor. "Anyway..." Yawning a moment, she leans against the fridge once everything is away, pulling out the phone and frowning as it just vibrated for spam. "God, why do I get ads for girls in my area? I don't even date."
Warpath	He puts the last bits on the conveyor and turns with a grin and a light shake of his head. He moves to the sink and begins washing his hands as he states, "Do you have one of those 'hook up' apps on your phone? I'll bet it's tracking your location and offering hook up options since you're awake at...", glancing at the clock on the wall, "...2am. Wow, it's late."
Alice	"I am not stupid. I just get E-mail to my phone through the Wifi, but my address for my job is on the net, and thus I get SPAM." Alice explains, showing the phone screen. Just the standard SPAM to try and get a silly person to give credit card info. "I might not have an SO, but I am not desperate to install such an app."
Warpath	He raises up his wet hands with a grin, "Hey now. Nobody said you were stupid. But those apps... I don't think there's anything wrong with them and could be potentially fun. No strings, no hangups, no need to worry about being in a relationship and hiding your mutant status or secret ID. Don't even have to talk to the person if you don't want. I hear they're pretty popular. Oh, and many of them don't even have fees. Definitely not for desperate people. Just people wanting to have unattached fun."
Alice	"Those apps are like... advertizing boards, many of the people don't actually exist and most others use fake photos... wait, you're not talking about dating apps..." Alice's face grows beet red as she realizes he was actually talking about one night stand apps. "T...that's not what I'm after... absolutly not."
Warpath	He chuckles, grabs a towel and begins drying his hands. "Well, somebody got your email somehow. Most of the time it's when you go to one of those apps or other sexy sites. I'm not judging. We've all done it. It's the internet age." He tosses the towel aside and after a brief scan of the room to ensure that he's leaving it as clean as he found it, he says, "Anyway, I'm gonna hit the rack. Good seeing you, again, Alice."
Alice	"Just I don't go to sites like that and ain't got such an app." Alice reitterates, cheeks still burning. "eh... Good night I guess then. If you're down in town... you can find me at the shop, or maybe helping out at the Hellfire. You would think they had a more practical work uniform but barely a day goes by in which there isn't someone needing to have something fixed."
Warpath	When she mentions the Hellfire he stops and turns with eyes far sharper, concerned, and with a tighter jaw. His voice is lower, with the hint of anger, "Did you say Hellfire? As in Hellfire Club? As in you're repairing the uniforms the mercenaries wear, or the costumes of the Inner Circle?"
Alice	Alice says, "Eh... what? I mean, what do Mercs have to do with a high society club? The waiters' and pages' uniforms just need a fixup and with the staff size there's always *something* to fix on short notice. A Shirt snagged in a door here, trousers contacting the elevator there... just things that can't be seen or appear shoddy." Alice explains."
Warpath	"Nobody ever told you the true nature of the Hellfire Club? Didn't warn you to stay away?" he questions in an annoyed tone. Yet, there's the hint of concern for her safety as well as exasperation that people no longer communicate like they once did within the Xavier ranks.
Alice	"It's a gentlemen's and Lady's club for the upper elite, and they pay on time." Alice notes, shrugging a moment. Plus, she was never on any of the Xavier teams. Never made the cut for X-men, or even young mutants. Plus, she wasn't in the school till her teens were mostly over and even then only a short stint.
Warpath	He says, "There's a lot more to that club than they allow on the surface. Just be careful, and never go downstairs." He says in his continued annoyed tone while planning on another meeting regarding Alice with a very prominent member of the club in question. He turns and will exit the room, no longer tired.