10499/McSplodey McRelaxingtons

McSplodey McRelaxingtons
Date of Scene:	18 March 2022
Location:	X-Lounge
Synopsis:	Tabby knows the secrets of Scooby sandwiches.
Cast of Characters:	Tabitha Smith, Illyana Rasputina

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Tabitha Smith has posed:
Despite being a sometimes legendary flake on may aspects of her life. Her stunted education, her ability to maintain relationships, occasionally her job at Harry's, among many other things. Tabitha Smith, has harbored one major thing that never seems to have changed, Her love and loyalty for the school itself an the X-Family and a desire to be an X-Man.

So a lot of her time since returning from her last disaapearance the blonde girl has been doing is keeping up a lot of her physical training. Usually by hijacking Danger Room time when others who already booked it cancel due to all the fun things that come from being a superhero type.

Having just finished a session, and a rough one at that, Boom-Boom is in the X-Lounge, half dressed in one of her older New Mutant black and yellow training suits, the upper half of the one peice uniform unzipped and the fleeves tied around and dangling from her hips while a yellow tank top over a black sports bra keep her covered for legality sake.

Though while fit, the woman is a mass of bruising, cuts and wounds in varying levels of healing. The most recent being some taping up along her left side of her waist and a blue ice gel pack tapped to ger left shoulder.

Red cat eye glasses on her nose letting her see while her hair grown out in a shoulder length ponytail keeps her vision obstructed while she rummages about the fridge for something to eat and drink and refuel the explosive young woman/

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
One person rather famous for her privacy as much as Tabitha is for flakiness almost never spends two or three days in a row in the mansion. Something changed in months past that led her to seek greener pastures, maybe. Then again, for many of the X-Men and New Mutants, just a couple years ago, Illyana was barely old enough to see over the counters and justify getting TV time on her own. How things speed forth when plunged into the temporal anomalies of Limbo, and the sunny little blonde girl has been replaced by her icy tall blonde Russian counterpart.

Whilst one of them takes full advantage of the Danger Room, the other seeks out the high protein energy bars in the kitchen for something of a meal. Her brother's prodigious appetite aside, Yana eats anything and just about anywhere. Calories over quality, as need be. She has one of the chocolate macadamia confections so prized by younger students along with a substantial cup of coffee. Fair to say neither of these makes a balanced meal for the girl in her thin black shirt and yoga leggings worn under a pair of cutoffs. Too cold or too weird to wear only tights or fishnets; people ask questions when so obviously she doesn't need to worry about the weather. Couldn't be much different from the New Mutant uniforms or the more focused airs that Tabitha seems to have, though that could be because no one in their right mind gets between the Hell-Lord and her coffee. Not unless they have a death wish. Perhaps if they do have a death wish, there are faster options.

"What the hell happened to you?" Great greeting, see? Her hair's considerably longer than last time, her eyes just as ice-rimmed. But the resident Hell Lord isn't falling into horns and a dangerously back-bent pair of legs, so this is probably considered a good thing. She doesn't have any scratches; ring on her finger, dangly stabby earrings, sure, but nothing like a cut. "Pick a fight with an angry woodchipper? It lost, of course." No other narrative fits.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The calloric intake is definitely a shared concept that's in common between the two blonde women as is odd choices for fashion and street clothes. So when she finbally pulls her head out of the fridge she's got a bunch of those bars held under her chin and the fixings for sandwiches that might make Shaggy Flee for his life.

"Oh em effin gee 'Yana!" Tabby beams brightly as she slowly waddles to drop all the food gently down on the closest counter top from the fridge. Kicking back with a foot to close the door and not let the rest of the chilled contents go to waste. At least Tabby is one of the few people that absolutely wouldn't bat an eye at Illyana's more demonic guise. Bat eyelashes more likely.

"Would you believe I am starting to forget how doors work?" Tabby states in some playful self deprecation. "Though in my defense it's better to blast myself through a wall faster than like hitting the ground from a fifty foot drop at a natural rate." she explains with a goofy grin, eyebrows arched behind her glasses and eyes wide.

"Practical survival techniques for an otherwise very destructive power set. Still an improvement from how I used to be with my powers!" she jokes again at her own expenbse. "Least I'm not needing stitches today!" she states and beams.

"I should also ask about you only fair. Still cowiing the mystical forces set against our plane of existance? Good Doctor still beiing good doctor. I'll so blow him up if you ever come home with out that ring and tears in those eyes!" she states with a grin turning a little more wicked as she half jokes and threatens.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The pile of fixings to be shoved into a sandwich might receive a sharp appraisal, though Illyana is circumspect enough to swill coffee rather than say anything. Her admitted appreciation for the poisonous scorched bean water helps her not comment, that said. Her upnod over the rim of the cup serves as a greeting until she can safely swallow. The fridge door gets a pointed, harsh look in case it thinks about rebelling, and something that keeps demonic subjects in line probably terrorizes any kind of Samsung or Whirlpool box.

Her unexciting protein bar gets tossed to the counter, spinning round and round. The coffee goes down pretty lightly, clicking where base and counter meet. "Hitting the ground is never a good time," she agrees. Her eyes narrow a fraction, smirk curling dark plum lips on the cusp of shiny black. Tabitha falling through space or bashing through plaster walls really makes a difference when livening up a mental space.

She arches her brows lightly. "Do you regularly worry about breaking yourself?"

Her thumb runs over her brow, skimming off her long bangs. A flick leaves her eyes briefly seen in clearer detail, the fringe rather long and strands falling to her bustline at their longest. "I wondered maybe something needed a talking to with the sword." That casually measured, she lounges against the sweep of the counter. "Mystical forces all in a knot. The angel problem went off-plane. It would be better if Jean and the Professor waited there. Stupid thing comes by, they do their mental juju and bombard the everliving stuffing out of the thing." A smirk widens slightly. "I never cry. He does not make me. He fears me more than that."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The Sandwich, multiple cold cuts from all the good cold cut critters. Tabby's life on the streets long enough veganism will probably never be a thing till they can figure out vat grown clone meat. There's a nice seemingly fresh baked rye loaf that gets slices cut off and then put back in a bag and then set aside to not be exposed to air and mosture and stay fresh as possible.

"Agreed mny dear, I will happily take a slightly doward but mostly gorizontal skid through buildings that are much softer on most days. But no. I try not to think about going through or into walls. Still hurts but I seem to still end up there. You should have seen the damage to the rec room upstairs. But that was better than a exploding pool table that could have leveled well.. the whole school. And at least the last wall I did go through we got to save a very scared kid with gravity powers." she explains. "Plus the pain and exhaustion kinda does help be sleep at night. Less night terrors." Tabby states and chuckles.

"And There is always things that could do with some in depth conversations with you and your sword. Life of an X-man. Doubly when I finally make it to full time." Tabby states and grins. "And yes, we all love your stoic moments. I however don't fear you cause you know. You are liteerally a teleporting safe environment as far as I'm concerned!" she points out as she starts piling salads onto the cold slices of deli meats.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The Sandwich (TM), an X-Man special. Let them all want that information, how to make things juicy and delicious. Trade secrets indeed are valuable around there, the mansion full of people who will get their left detachable arm to really enjoy a proper meal.

"You need roller skates, da? Then you rocket back faster, better option than flying people." A hint of a smirk rises in ghostly delineation from her resting //I will cut you// face. No resting bitch face around here, not at all. She glances up to the ceiling out of habit when the mention of rec room damage comes out. "What made the rec room get remodeled?"

She ruffles her hair once more and then scoops up her coffee in case it might crawl away. Another swallow and she's content, ready to tear open the package of the bar. Nomnom. "Always something to chat at? Da. Anything new around here?" She waves her hand lazily. "Stoic? Nyet, it is... not afforded." Time about her experiences in Limbo isn't easy to yank out of her, even with the very few people she trusts. Ooh, look at all that deli meat. "Remember to add lettuce. Good crunch for all the squishy."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The Sandwich. The hefty conglomeration of meats, sliced swiiss cheese, salads, including plenty of lettuce because it is the foundation of any good sandwich salad along with shredded carrot, capsicum, onion, tomato and anything else Tabby might find interesting. The dressing is an interesting bottle of honey mustard. Once done and the top slide is stuff on top and the whole thing is compacted and cut in half, Tabitha offers half tom Illyana. The other bars near by clearly to be devoured later.

"Oh god. I can barely skate well enough as it is. I can barely walk in heels higher than a couple inches. Let alone zoom around. I'm happy with with moving with my feet fklat on the ground one after the other heel toe, heel toe, all in the hips!" which she punctuate with wiggling of those hips of hers. "The whole exploding to stop a bad landing is a new trick any way. I could have probably done something slower but there were gun toting racists and as much as I trust my team mates, sometimes bad luck happens and a slowly decending blonde's ass is a pretty big target." she states and grins playfully. "Plus I kinda needed to prove to the kid I was talking down that he couldn't kill me." Sometimes self destructive tendencies can be put to use.

"As for the rec room. Hope Summers, hot time displaced redhead that can mimic powers. Copied Madrox. Then the dupoes copied other powers, including Remy's and Mine. Set off the pool table. I kinda barely managed to use my own power to pre-empt the blast and shape it. Big boom, killed a Jamie dupe but Kitty and a Hope dupe with her powers phased everyone else. I got a back full of wall debris. Remy got a concussion and probably a whole lot of bosom cradling by Rogue." she states and grins. "And I'm sure he milked that for all he could!" she says with a smirk to match a tone that's as flirty as maybe a little jealous."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Hospitality rules are funny in the US, compared to other places. Illyana hesitates only a moment when the glorious Scooby sandwich of a proportion she might need to summon the Soulsword to pare it down is offered. Such madness. Such glories and treasures shared are well and good, but then, they're also substantial. Her eyes flicker with interest at the tomatoes and the peppers. Ooh la la, some kick.

"Thank you. You do not have to do this, you know?" Rarely is Illyana that wordy at the best of times, but she nonetheless is willing to push the envelope for her. Her eyebrows arch when the demonstration worthy of making Tyra or RuPaul stick their heads in to offer critiques is fully unexpected. "Explode to stop landings... You trained with Sam." Not a question. Or maybe she's taken inspiration, but the other blonde's explosive landing patterns could earn a groan. "Kid is stupid. He should know better. He learns or he sits in a crater."

As only is fair and proper. Then she smirks at the concept of Hope, shaking her head. "Da, I know Hope's ways. Smart but not so smart to double me. She wouldn't survive stepping through."

For it's not merely a mutation that's the problem. That's opening a door to a place where the queen won that crown by force.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Woman please! We've shared way more than just sandwiches!" Tabby states with one of her blonde eyebrows arching behind her glassses and a soft laugh escaping her at very pleasant memories. Her own half gefted up and with a big wide open mouth takes a huge crunchy CHOMP! "At least with sandwiches it's less awkward to explain." she adds and chuckles.

"It's more I can kinda direct and shape the blasts. I kinda figured out a few things about my powers and body work. One thing. I'm kinda sorta fire proof. That whole not immunte to my own powers was only half right. Blast wave physics still work. And yeah, kinda got the idea from Sam and Negasonic. I got the blast part but not so much the invulnerability when blasting. This is not flight this is be getting caught in my own blasts but maybe one day this..."

And in typical Tabby manner she points a hand out prependicular and to her siide where there's room, lets out a short controiled and small stream of flasma in a burst that looks like the output of a blow torch and rumbling almost like a het engine for a second before the plasma is cut off.

"Maybe one day I can fly. But for now I'll take the increased versality. Might not be Beto or Amara levels of power but I can get a lot of fine control down now." she states and resumes chomping on sandwich. "Plus shady street kid skills. We all got our parts to play. And in some cases understudy for other peoples." she further adds.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
It still requires some degree of certainty Tabitha knows she's giving up half the meat in the fridge. That said, Illyana shrugs and examines the thing tactically to figure out how to eat it without unhinging her jaw. She squishes the sandwich a bit forcefully, compressing layers and wiggling the bread a little to ease the compression factor. Then she's ready to make an assault on a corner. Girl has no issue with crusts. Doubly, she has no issue with cramming food in her mouth on the run, but here, manners can be called for.

Not that it's ever clear she gets much pleasure out of a good meal, but the thought counts. It's well-made and her crunched "Mm" is enough to imply that Tabitha has mad-skills. Maybe start a YouTube channel about it.

Flaming plasma that erupts from the other woman's fingers doesn't set her jumping back, but having little to fear from fire has its advantages too. "Amara is more fire than person some days. At least how she prefers." The light lift of her shoulders turns into a shrug. "Nyet, not under studying. Shoring up weaknesses. Not everyone gets to be like Piotr or Emma." Her own opinions are raised before another bite of the sandwich, content to consume what's a heck of a good lunch. Like a wolf, happy days when she doesn't have to scavenge for protein shakes, nutritional bars, and chips.

"Our enemies are quiet. Is odd, really."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
If anyone complains about the contents of the fridge being raided and redistributedto hungry blonde women. Tabby is paying no mind. At least it's technically healthy with all that salad. The capsicum or just weak ass peppers to Americans like Boon-Boom the main sauce of the crunch, a little different for being more solid than lettuce.

Tabby does work in a bar sometimes so occasionally she makes sandwiches professionally when not pouring drinks.

"That's way better. I will also accept 'Got my family's backs'." Boomie declares and turns back to the fridge reaching in and grabbing a bottle of some purple and likely grape flavored energy drink that has more than enough sugar to bypass the fact that electrolytes are really just salts. Another bottle and one of water is extracted as well and offered to the Mistress of Mystical Matters.

"We all have our ways of fronting Yana. But it just takes us time to learn how others are doing it. Comes with being family. We're a whole gaggle of ducks on a pond!" she states brightly.  

"If ourenemies are quiet it's probably cause we're drowning out their noide. But something will come up. Always does. Hence maybe overdoing the training instead of dating or trying to date."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Never smart to upset hungry women. That's a fine way to end up with chomp marks in one's arm or a grocery list transmitted by text or glued to the forehead. Certainly there are risks to be made and entertained, not the least of which might be an actual Scotch Bonnet or Carolina hell raiser of a pepper snuck in the next time someone crosses a line.

Illyana's response is a low smirk. She doesn't need any of the bottles, holding up a hand. The coffee mug never actually reaches bottom where she is involved, believe it or not. Concerning, possibly, but that's just the way things go. The quality of the black magic coffee might be dubious, but it's always hot and therefore palatable. Electrolytes and sugars might be missing, but is that a problem? Nope!

"Was there a moratorium on dating?" For all she fakes not having a good command over English, she's got the Professor's lexicon and the wherewithal to use it. Just on her own terms, as with everything else. "Now I imagine everyone worried here and there about dating pools. So strange."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The two extra bottles are once more consigned to the depths of the refrigerator, and the one Tabby claims for herself is twisted open and chugged a moment before the lid is set back on and set down to resume the work on her part of the Sandwich to aid in restoring Tabitha's energy reserves. Or put in in surplus which is most likely.

At least Tabby knows better than to interfere with Yana's coffee though she might not see the possible bottomlessnesss of the Siberian Blonde's cup. she's seen the I Will Cut You Face.

"No there's no moratorium on dating and stuff beyond the usual rules around here. Hell, Jubilee and Noriko are engaged. Sam and Alexis are rolling steadily in there relation ship. Even James has had plenty of attention. I'm just a little more self aware about my own romantic tendencies and stuff since I came back to the school." she states and sighs.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The importance of being fit, hydrated, and fed: all made plainly clear. Also, to get the oils out of the mouth before it's a furnace in there and Tabby Dragon becomes a real danger to all. She could well be the nearest thing they have, some lady shapeshifter excluded.

"This is good." She waves around the sandwich bits triumphantly, and gets splatted by tomato seeds right on the nose. Illyana can be cross with a lot, though random fruit splatters that she caused may not be one of them. Her eyes shut in time to avoid backsplash, but not the blind wobble over to the sink and feeling around for paper towels. If they don't magically manifest then flooding out the sink by portaling a hole into the lake over her head is fully plausible. Or asking the demons, but a demon handing her a monogrammed hell-hanky is just awkward.

"I heard. They have plans when?" she asks, post soaking of face or rubbing of it. At least somewhat. "Sam has been with her forever. Maybe I put her father in realm of jails for bad humans, good gift."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby always did have a sense of fearlessness and giggles as tomato seeds try to attempt an escape via Illyana's nose. The beat up and bruised Boomie sliding a napkin holder over to Magik to eliminate the interloping seeds with maximum haste and resumed eyesight.

"When? Couldn't tell ya. I try not to eavesdrop on Jubes and Nori. The walls between our dorms keep a lot of sound out but not all. Poor Rahney and her doggy ears." Tabby states and chuckles. "Alexis is great for him. Like a way more stable and smarter me. And rich. That's a bonus. I'm sure she'd get a kick out of seeing her dad in jail." she adds and grins.

"All the love in the air. Totally brings out my inner shipper. After I beat down my own inability to commit to a relationship. Had to properly break it off with Jimmy after my last I guess I can call it a panic attack. He desrves the same shot at a stable relation ship you all got. I'm clearly not that girl." she states at her own expense and chuckles.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Fearless attacks by tomato: news at 7. The gossip will be all over the school in no time at all. If Jean can't walk three feet without some student giggling or Logan hiss at something without scaring a class, then it's not a normal day and they have all been replaced by robots. Bad things, robots.

"Thank you." See, manners. Illyana cleans her face off, nodding once she's not facing impending blindness from the wanton gloop, wrinkling her nose now that all is pristine. Mostly pristine. No flooding of the lounge, all may rejoice.

She makes a sound at the back of her throat. "Why do you think we live elsewhere, da? Expensive in New York but here, everyone knows. Telepaths, ears." The latter applies to her, if not the former. "You get bad place in Bed-Stuy, you know what you have here. Me, I keep the dacha in Limbo for a /reason/." Her shoulders roll gracefully. "It is warmer there. I remember what spring is." Spring in New York over... Siberia? Apparently. But Tabby's been there, and the spacious confines of being in a nice forest beside a lake only /partly/ inhabited by terrors -- friendly ones, honest -- beats a lot of teenagers. Mostly.

"Love in the air. You mean pheromones and hormones. People know it is season for nests and babies. They are animals, da? Not so different. Just more elaborate unless they are compared to the bowerbird." Imagine James prancing around building a very big nest, you're headed in the right direction. "You deserve happiness, whatever you think that is. No one can tell you if stability is fit for you. But you deserve to find what suits you. Everyone is arranged differently, da? I share mine with gods and those gods might annihilate me if I misstep."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
They probably should make movies about rampaging killer tomatoes. Tabby might just end up programming a danger room sim for it. But that's for a later time when she can actually get another session.

"Always welcome my dear!" Tabs replies to 'Yana's gratitude. "Well I still have the dorm James and I shared before he moved back in to the mansion. You're still on the key list but since teleport, you can pretty much come and go whenever." The Forest is much nicer though when Tabby lives next door to vampires and pseudo werewolves she probably has the horror thing beat. Least neither woman lives in Australia.

"Ugh, pheromones and hormones are the bane of my existance. Why couldn't my powers activate with rage or fear like any one else. But nooo, I gotta get it right in the reproductives." Tabitha complains. "Well the other thing about to be in the air is pollen and I'm a Virginian. The most allergic people on the planet. I should go hit the lab and see if I can stock up on allergy meds. Hopefully before I sneeze plasma." she states as a beeping goes off in an inside pocket of her suit bunched up around her waist. "Crap I gotta shift at Harry's. Mooching here doesn't get a girl everything she needs in her life. Just excitement, adventure, pain, anguish. But also you know family and occasionally gorgeous women that do like spending time with you and can put up with my snoring, moans, and night terrors." she says and quickly finishes her sandwich and starts cleaning up a bit.

"I'm stilll searching but I also kinda gotta not let myself get frustrated and beat up when missed opportunities and figurative walls are hit. Literal walls. That's just the life I lead. You gonna hang around here more? I'll have to book us some Danger Room time and we can blow shit up and see how much more awesome you've gotten Illyana!" she states and beams a bright tone as last scraps are cleared and binned before Boom-Boom grabs her bottle and heads around to plant a kiss on the mystic swordswoman's cheek on the way to go get ready for that dreaded work thing.