Owner	Pose
Noriko Ashida	Who gets ice cream at this time of year?  Wrapped up in a thick light purple hoodie, Noriko doesn't bother to take off her fingerless knit gloves. They're in whatever color the second hand store had left.  Burnt orange.  Or are they just a bright orange stained by dirt stains from poor care? The girl's ears are a touch red from the cold.  The place is a ghost town for the most part, naturally, and when the chime sounds, an employee with sandy blonde hair shuffles out of the back.  Time to shop for flavors!
Julian Keller	Apparently, Noriko wasn't the only one with ice cream in mind. Chalk it up to being raised in Beverly Hills, but for some reason being in the cold actually makes Julian crave the coldness of ice cream. It's as if he feels the need to make the cold inside match the cold outside. Or something. Maybe his body just doesn't know how to react appropriately to it just yet. It's an adjustment. Ding Ding! The chime heralds his arrival literally seconds after Noriko's own entrance. Julian is bundled up against the cold, wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and over that, a large, hooded winter coat lined with faux-fur. His own nose and cheeks are flushed from the cold, and he sniffles as he casts a quick glance around. And sees Noriko. "Oh," Julian mutters half under his breath. The expression on his face is unreadable, but completely flat. He clears his throat and takes his "hands" out of his pockets. Plastic hands, like a robotic skeleton made on a 3D printer. Lifting them, he brings them in front of his face and blows on them as if to warm them up together.
Scott Summers	Cold, what is cold? Scott, native Alaskan, has no complains about New York's current weather. He wears an ancient aviator jacket in mild consideration, but mostly because he is using his motorcycle. No one has stolen it this week to make a point about how edgy and rebellious they are. So, he actually had a chance to use it himself. Does the man that (allegedly!) drinks coffee without milk /or/ sugar secretly like ice cream? Maybe. No one will believe Noriko and Julian if they say he does. But he is here. Mere seconds behind Julian. Almost running into the younger man as he stands there staring Nori. "Mr. Keller," he grunts, "good afternoon."
Noriko Ashida	"That one. Single scoop.  Safety cone."  It's the cheapest the store has.  Noriko points to the black cherry, close to the glass when a little bolt of electricity leaps from her metal encased finger to the glass.  Nothing horrible happens.  Just an audible pop.  Nori pulls her hand back. "Black cherry please."  Out of habit, she half bows her head to the employee.  The employee hesitates handing over the cone so freely given what just happened, but at the bow, does so anyway. Nori moves down the line, not noticing the others till she pivots away from the counter after paying.  Julian gets a look.  The two have been on hostile terms ever since Nori first arrived at Xavier's, and Julian turned the homeless girl away at the gates.  It wasn't a friendly meeting.
Julian Keller	Hearing the chime announce Cyclops' arrival, Julian whispers a "Dammit" under his breath. So. Many. People. He had really banked on this place being dead right now. Julian really doesn't want to be surrounded by strange people who are going to gawk at his hands like he's some kind of freak. Turning around, his eyes are just about level with Scott's collarbone, which takes him by surprise at first. As he turns his gaze upwards, the expression on his face turns from one of disgruntled aggravation to another look of surprise. "Hey, Mister Summers," He replies, leaving only a moment's silence to follow before adding, "Dude, it's weird that you're here." Hearing Nori's popping powers, Julian turns and watches the exchange. A small part of him, buried deep, deep down inside, feels a pang of empathy. Just a bit. "I'll have a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup sundae, but like... with the chocolate peanut butter ice cream instead of the Reese's peanut butter ice cream. That's important, okay?" As he moves down the line to let Scott place his order, Julian just side-eyes Noriko, and meets her own look with an upnod and twist of his lips into a faint semblance of a smirk. While shoving his "hands" back into the pockets of his coat.
Scott Summers	"It is?" Scott tilts his head in mild confusion. Then, he spots Noriko, and glances at Julian again. And then he reaches the logical and completely mistaken conclusion. "Don't worry, I won't be here long," he nods in a vague in kind of approval, towards Noriko's table. He turns to the counter, "I'll take a tub of dark chocolate and another of cookies and cream, please."
Noriko Ashida	Nori's mouth twists up in mildly flippant disgust at Julian's smirk.  "God, if I have to stare at Woody all day, I'm going to find a way to zap myself."  The personality of the Toy Story character might not fit Julian, but it's ironic and the doll does have plastic hands. Scott's attention snaps the teen out of her brooding and her expression softens as she raises an electrified peace sign in greeting.
Julian Keller	"Yeah, man. Like you've gotta be what? Pushing fifty, right? Like... A grown as-- Sorry. A grown man, in the cold of October coming to Baskin-Robbins for ice cream. Just seems weird." It really isn't. But... Julian. He has weird expectations of what is appropriate of people and what isn't. It's only after a few moments that the dawning realization of Scott's suggestion actually settles in. Abject horror is the best way to describe the look on Julian's face. He looks between Noriko and then to Scott and back to Noriko and then back to Scott. "What? You think... ?! What? ..... WHY?! Why would you even think that?!" Being called Woody makes Julian's jaw stiffen and his protest to fall silent. Looking at Noriko, Julian's eyes sear. "Woody? Come on now. You and I both know you don't have a friend in me."
Scott Summers	"Because you are in an ice cream shop at this time of the year, and the only other person here is a girl your age," Scott is twenty six. But going fifty in his /soul/. And if he was wrong, Julian's expression is amusing enough. Not that he seems amused, but he never seems amused. "Not my business, of course," he admits. "If this is just to help her with her homework, I do approve."
Noriko Ashida	"That's what makes it funny you dolt."  For a non-native English speaker, the girl has a surprising vocabulary sometimes. Lick! Lick!  Noriko grins sardonically at Julian, even if he's not looking.  She doesn't want him to miss it.  And then suddenly pulls out her phone to start poking around on it.
Julian Keller	"It's just coincidence," Julian proclaims defiantly, even as the sandy haired worker slides his sundae over the counter to him with a "look" between the three of them. You know the one. The uncomfortable look with slightly wide eyes and where they tuck their lips in to make their mouth a lipless slit. Regardless of it all, Julian removes a plastic hand from his pocket and reaches out. A look of concentration crosses his features as a slight green aura surrounds the hand. It moves to encircle the cup and close around it. Triumphant, he makes his way to where Noriko is seated and takes a seat across from her. "No, it's not funny. You're just..." He trails off, leaving that accusation left unsaid, and instead just looks away, across the room.
Scott Summers	"Children," comments Scott to the store employee quietly. But not so quietly Julian can't hear him. "Yes, Mr. Summers," replies the sandy haired worker. "Anyway, just the two boxes. I brought the bike," adds Scott. Then glances back at the two teenagers. Maybe to make sure Julian is behaving like a gentleman (for once). Or maybe just because he is a nosy teacher.
Noriko Ashida	When Noriko spots Julian heading her way in her peripheral vision, she loudly scoots her chair over to the corner, even if it only /technically/ puts her further from him.  "What?  I'm what?"  Noriko looks up from her cell phone, her tone dripping with quiet aggression. "Somebody poisoned the water hole?" Noriko says with perfect intonation as she rocks her chair to its back legs.  Someone /has/ poisoned the waterhole between them, but she's the one pissing in it now.
Julian Keller	"I'm a legal adult, you know," Julian chimes back in to Scott with just a hint of indignation at being referred to as "children". "Come on, man. Are you going to hang around to make sure we play nice? Because if so, just pull up a chair. Otherwise..." He looks back to Noriko, with his thin dark brows furrowing to create a crinkle over his nose. His lips twist to one side in a stern look of distaste, and he says, with an exasperated sigh, "Insufferable. You. Are. Insufferable." With that, Julian's attention falls to his sundae. His entire concentration rests on it. Even a vein starts to visibly rise on his temple, as he focuses his telekinetic ability to not just blast everything to smithereens, but to take that small, delicate plastic hand of his and make it hold a spoon. Again, the hand takes on a ghastly green glow, followed soon by a reflection in his eyes. Fingers curl around the tiny plastic handle of the spoon. His hand begins to tremble. A flare of green light and the thumb, fore and middle fingers of the prosthetic appendage loudly explode into a thousand tiny, harmless fragments of plastic and bits of wire. "F@$*!!!"
Scott Summers	Scott shakes his head, "you are..." exploding fingers happen, "...student," maybe not what he was going to say first. But it works! "And I am afraid today I have no time to socialize," he checks his watch. "I need to be in the classroom in 30," although not with either of them. This time. "Enjoy your ice cream," he adds, picking up a bag with his purchases and running a credit card by the selling machine before heading out.
Noriko Ashida	"Seeya." Once Scott has left, Noriko murmurs, to herself, right to herself because she'd never want to entertain Julian right?  Noriko isn't /exactly/ an attention whore, but she has kept to herself mostly since she arrived at Xavier's.  Subconscious motivations and needs might be afoot. Curiously, Noriko doesn't hammer down on Julian's difficulties with his hands.  She could, she /easily/ could, but she never has outside of the Woody comments.  She settles back into ignoring Julian with her most effective tool, her cell. "That blows," Noriko comments cavalierly.
Julian Keller	Julian stares at the mangled mess of plastic that is left of his "hand", quivering with rage. Tears well up in his eyes, rimming the whites with red almost instantly. Scott's departure is barely even noticed, as Julian's attention remains focused on the ruin of a prothetic for several long moments of silence. It's Noriko's comment that snaps him out of it. His attention redirects upwards to her with an expression that is equal parts open anger and anguish. His lips twist into a rueful smile and he nods his head. "Yeah. It's really funny, right? You should see it when I try to wipe my own ass." He stands up with enough power to send his chair noisily screeching back and nearly tipping over. Shoving his hands back into his coat, Julian cranes his neck, trying to ease some tension. His voice quiet, quivering, he says, "Enjoy your ice cream." With that, he turns and starts heading towards the door. His abandoned sundae is engulfed in a faint green glow, lifting from the table and trailing behind him before suddenly verring off to swoop into the nearby trashcan with a loud thud as it smacks against the inside of the bin.
Noriko Ashida	"Yeah, I bet it's hilarious to have that burned into your brain," though mildly tempting.  Noriko may be a bitch to Julian, but she's not an outright bully at her core, so not one more word from her.  The only acknowledgement of his forced politeness is a neutral meeting of eyes.  After Julian leaves, Noriko grins fondly.  She'll meditate on the mental image while she finishes her ice cream.