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Avengers Rooftop Pool For The Win
Date of Scene: 01 May 2022
Location: Avengers Mansion - Rooftop Pool
Synopsis: A few Avengers settle into the rooftop pool to enjoy the first day of May.
Cast of Characters: Carol Danvers, Cael Becker, Pepper Potts, Greer Grant, T'Challa




Carol Danvers has posed:
Not only is it a warm day out for this time of year in New York City, but it's also a beautiful, sunny day. Only faint breeze can be felt on the roof of the Avengers Mansion, the walled, green grounds of the estate cradled in the middle of the surrounding city.

Carol Dancers steps out onto the roof, wearing a bikini with a wrap about her hips, and a towel hanging over her shoulder. She has a small cooler in hand as she walks over to a lounge chair. The towel is spread out over it and the cooler set nearby. "JARVIS," she says aloud, "How's the jacuzzi?"

The mellifluous voice of the AI that assists the Avengers replies, "I have preheated it to 103 degrees, Captain Danvers. I believe that should be a good temperature for yourself and the others who I believe are likely to come out."

"Thanks, J, you're the best," she says as she reaches into the cooler to pull out a beer and crack it open.

Cael Becker has posed:
    As Carol emerges onto the pool deck, the quiet sound of splashing can already be heard from the pool. In the water, Cael Becker can already be seen in a one-piece suit with built in shorts, brightly colored in three, wide stripes of teal, purple, and hot pink. She's swimming a lap of butterfly stroke, though as she reaches the end of the row, and dives under water to flip around and start back the other way, she switches to freestyle for a bit of a breather. At the edge of the pool sits a water bottle, and further away her cellphone resting on top of her towel. For the moment, she seems unaware of anyone else's presence at the pool.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper isn't far behind; how often, after all, does she get the opportunity for a 'girls day in'? It's Sunday, and while she //knows// she'll be in the office later, and into the night hours, now is the time to at least get a little time in and relax. She, too, is in a bikini, a light wrap in a bright Hawaiian pattern wrapped about her waist. Strawberry blonde hair is down, draped across shoulders and back, and in hand, a floral beach bag, with towel tucked in at the top.

"That should be perfect, JARVIS, thank you," is seconded from behind Carol. "I think," and this is for Carol now as she takes the few steps just to catch up, "I really need to do this more often." She doesn't have beers in her bag.. and while she has access to the bar, it's not something she really wants right now.

Greer Grant has posed:
Also wearing a bikini, Tigra emerges from the mansion. Of course, in her case anything short of a formal affair and she'd likely be in the bikini, and for a formal affair, perhaps even then. Maybe a white one, in that case. She takes a moment to glance around, tail giving a lazy flick before heading towards the jacuzzi in the wake of the others. She rolls her head, stretching her neck muscles lightly and then with a snap unfolds her towel on the ground near the jacuzzi.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"You do," Carol agrees with Pepper. "Well now the weather is a bit nicer we'll have to make more of a habit of it. Any chance Tony stumbles by?" she inquires.

The blond woman's sandals are slipped off and she removes her sunglasses she wore out onto the little rooftop recreation area. Along the edge it has a nice view of the grounds, and one can see the rising skyscrapers from anywhere. Like a wall of artificial mountains around the small mansion's valley.

"Greer," Carol greets with a tip of her head as she heads over towards the pool itself. "Looks like Cael had the same idea," she says of the group's liaison with the government agencies. Carol dips a toe into the water to check the temperature. Not as warm as the jacuzzi, but warm enough to enjoy. She walks over to the diving board.

Cael Becker has posed:
    After another lap - Cael stops herself against the wall, reaching out for her water bottle and helping herself to a sip. She doesn't need the hydration really (after all, it's not like she's sweating while in the pool) but the chance for a bit of a breather is welcome. Who's to say how many laps of butterfly stroke she just tortured herself with?
    It's as she takes a sip from her water bottle that she becomes aware of the presence of the various Avengers - prompting her to greet them with a friendly lift of her drink. "Afternoon. Nice day for it, isn't it?" she remarks.
    Off to the side of the pool - leash lightly secured to the lounge chair he's jumped up onto - is Cael's large, great pyrenees service dog, with his vest currently off and resting beside him. Bear's head rests on his paws, but he watches the new comers moving around the pool deck, following them with his eyes, and lifting his floppy ears curiously.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"Weekends, when I'm not in meetings in Paris," Pepper softly grouses; it's not a bad gig, it really isn't. Fly out to Paris, back that night to sleep in her own bed? Her lips fold into a tight smile and she shrugs a single shoulder even as she pads towards the hot tub portion of the pool. "I don't know. I hope so, but you know Tony." 'Stumble' is pretty accurate for him at times, and it's not her favorite state of his.

Once she's setting down her back, Pepper takes note of she who is there, and doing laps, and, who could miss Greer? A warm smile is given to the one that is slightly better know, the lady is the tiger. "Greer. It's been a little while. How are you?"

Her wrap is removed, sandals lightly kicked off, and she's approaching the warm water. "Afternoon, Cael. Perfect day, I think. Hopefully the first of many."

Greer Grant has posed:
"Great minds," Tigra says to Carol with a grin, at mention of Cael's having had the same idea. She glances up and out for a moment, looking at the sun and skyscrapers, then picks up her towel and moves a yard or two over, anticipating sunlight illuminating her chosen spot longer. "Well, I think," she answers Pepper after a moment's consideration. She crouches down to balance on the balls of her foot at the end of her towel. "Do you get jet lag?" the feline then asks. "I mean, when you go out and back in the same day, or does it cancel out?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol removes her wrap and hangs it on something on her way to the diving board. "Such a rough life, Pepper," Carol teases of spending part of the day in the City of Light.

She steps up onto the diving board, checking to make sure Cael isn't in her landing zone in the water. "Beautiful day," she agrees. "Figured we deserve a little R&R," she says, before walking quickly forward, jumping into the air and bouncing off the board.

No flight-assist on the dive, just a regular spring off the board and a graceful swan dive through the air before Carol disappears beneath water's surface. She coasts to the bottom, touching it with her hands before reversing her body position so she can push off with her feet to glide back to the surface.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Never been to Paris," Cael remarks in a musing tone. "I mean. I hear the food's good, I guess?" She doesn't come from the uppercrust of society, and she pays very little attention to foreign cultures - that much is immediately clear.
    She watches Carol's dive, hanging off the side of the pool with one hand, while taking another sip of her water. "I can't do that," she remarks idly. Probably fine, though. When would she need to know how to do something like... //that//? It almost seems silly to her.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"I do a lot of sleeping on the plane," Pepper returns with an undercurrent of amusement. "On the way back, that is." And she has a driver pick her up at the airport.

One foot is dipped into the water, and finding it to her liking, she takes the steps and dips her head under the water briefly. With her face up, to keep her hair back, she re-surfaces, and breathes out in a sigh of pleasure. "Perfect."

The amusement turns to a soft laugh, and she nods, the smile remaining behind, "I know. But someone has to live it, right?" Then again, there have been times that made her question everything.. but never her loyalty. "Paris is lovely," she continues, "It's even nicer when you can see more than the inside of a car and an office building." Her arms move gracefully in the water, pushing her back slightly to an underwater seat where she can sit comfortably. "One day, we'll take a flight out, if you'd like?"

Brows rise at Cael's addition, and Pepper adds, "Of course you can." Take a day off here and there? Absolutely.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra leans forward and then indulgently stretches out on her towel, propping herself up on her arms as she watches and listens to the others. "That would help," she says regarding sleeping on the plane. "Good way to pass the time, too." She tilts her head and looks over at Cael. "Do what, exactly?" she asks. A look to Pepper and then at the diving board. "Take time off, or the dive? Because if it's the dive, that's just like the joke about how to get to Carnegie Hall."

T'Challa has posed:
The women aren't the only ones here to enjoy the nice day. None other than the King of Wakanda himself exits the mansion via doors leading to the rooftop, striding in the direction of the pool with cool confidence. "Good day, friends," T'Challa offers, seen in all-black trunks with a small panther head graphic toward one side, in silver. He wears nothing else as he goes to the deep side of the pool and climbs his way down into it.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol treads water in the deep end of the pool after surfacing. She tilts her head back to get her wet hair to lay smoothly atop her head. "So speaking of napping, I have to ask, Greer. Do you find yourself drawn towards sunny naps more than you used to be?" she asks, her tone that of good-natured banter between teammates. "Not that I'd need your transformation to like them."

She slowly swims down to the shallower end, at least until her feet can touch. "Your Majesty," she says with a smile that makes the title less a formality and more of the team banter for T'Challa. "Wanted to thank you again for letting us visit Wakanda. It was quite an experience. Looking for a good opportunity to wear some of the things I picked up, too."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I meant the diving," Cael replies with some amusement. "Time off- well. I'm currrently taking some. Felt like my due after helping save reality." That was a whole mess. "My boyfriend and I are planning on going skiing in the alps - as soon as they finish tying up some loose ends."
    Her attention shifts to Greer as she adds criously, "What joke about Carnegie Hall?"
    As T'Challa arrives, Cael's attention moves once more - amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "Are we friends?" she asks in a musing tone. It wasn't a term she used often, or lightly herself. The list of people she would readily call friends was quite small.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper closes her eyes and lets the warmth of the water envelop her, the smile remaining, even if it's a ghost of what it had been. "An eye mask, and there you go." Sleep on a plane!

There is a touch of commotion, at least in the form of greetings when T'Challa arrives, and she puts a hand out to her side, propping herself up, green eyes opening once more. "T'Challa. Welcome to our bit of heaven." Haven. Heaven. "Yes," and this is in echo of Carol, "thank you. The shopping was absolutely amazing, and I would love to meet with your artisans in order to set up a small gallery here. Or give them space in the MoMA." Pronounced 'Moe-ma.'

Cael's clarifying allows Pepper the opportunity to nod in understanding, following it up with, "The Alps for skiing? Have a wonderful trip. The mountains are beautiful. Nothing like that here. There's just so much of them.."

Greer Grant has posed:
T'Challa gets a wave of greeting from Tigra before she turns her attention back to Carol. "To an extent," she says with a grin. "It's not so much a 'cat' thing as much a sensual thing. Anything physical's more intense. Imagine a heating pad on a sore muscle the day after a strain. Know how nice that can feel? Stretching out in the sun's like that for me, up to, oh, about an 11."

"It's how you answer whenever someone asks how to get to Carnegie Hall. 'Practice!'"

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa takes a lap down the pool and back, and if anyone wonders how his form is, it's as close to flawless as can be. Would anything less than that be expected? Resurfacing in time for the observations and questions, he treads water and says first, "I am glad you found the visit beneficial. I am certain our artisans would be pleased to hear their talents are appreciated. Perhaps an arrangement can be agreed upon."

It's Cael he addresses more directly. "You are all friends in one way or another. Acquaintances, partners, whatever you prefer." Eyes shift toward the actual feline of the group, a faint look of amusement set in at her choice of the sunny spot.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol walks through the water over to where the jacuzzi section is set alongside, occasionally spilling warmer water over into the rest of the pool. "That sounds amazing, Greer," Carols says as she slips over the divider and into the warmer water. "I imagine massages must feeling amazing. Speaking of, we should make one of those weekends a spa day."

She moves to one of the underwater seats that ring the hot tub, relaxing back in it. "Cael, you need to try out this spa that Pepper knows over in Greenwich. What is it... something Jones," she says, not remembering the full name of the Great Jones Day Spa.

Looking towards T'Challa, Carol asks him, "Are you going to be staying in New York for long this trip?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm looking forward to the trip," Cael agrees with Pepper, offering her a smile. "It'll be my first time skiing. Hopefully I don't make a complete fool of myself - but it certainly looks fun, and I love a challenge." She pushes herself up to sit on the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water as she watches T'Challa finish his own lap. "I'd probably opt for something more like co-workers, or colleagues or - yes, I suppose, partners. Even if I can be a little frustrating at times." She flashes the man an amused grin - perfectly aware that she can get on people's nerves with her blunt speech.
    "I'll admit - going to a 'spa' is yet another thing I've never done, but the list of things I've never done is pretty long. I'm working my way through some of those things - a little at a time."

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper laughs at the ages old joke, the punchline 'Practice!'. As old as it is, it never truly gets old. She'd heard it, of course, but certainly didn't want to give it away.

"I would love to get the art and textiles over to be showcased, T'Challa." The beauty of that is that there's no 'unveiling' in terms of the tech powerhouse that Wakanda truly is. "If you don't mind, I can fly out and meet with one of your ministers, and we'll set that up?" No need to fly into the city, per se.

Green eyes track Carol as she comes to join her in the hot tub, and she smiles warmly at the other woman. Nodding quickly, she underscores that, "Great Jones Day Spa. It is amazing." The last word is accentuated, and she turns to Cael, brows rising. "Oh, you really do need to try it. Working with this lot," and it's said with the utmost affection, "Means you need to know the best places to unwind."

There comes a soft *blip* from the bag she'd left at one of the chairs, and a long, soft exhale exits the woman as she rises from her spot, ready to leave the comfort of the warm water. "I think I know what that means." Her ringtone is person specific...

Greer Grant has posed:
Folding her arms, Tigra rests her chin on her wrists for the moment, grinning a little at Carol. "It is," she murmurs agreement. "Not that it's not distracting at times, though. Sometimes I feel like I could be pinned in place by a sunbeam." Her tail gives a cheerful swish. "Spa day, that sounds nice. Have to have your first time," she says to Cael." Another grin as Pepper laughs at the old joke. She pauses at the sound of the phone, and winces in sympathy, offering a tsk of understanding. "Off to Paris, again."

T'Challa has posed:
"Agent Becker, if you are still thinking about our conversation during your visit, if I cut off relations with every person who said something I disagreed with, there would be no one left for me to speak to. In my position, as much as any other, I may not act on something the way you think I should, but that does not mean I do not take everything into account. I must keep my mind open to different points of view in order to make educated decisions." T'Challa explains, and he comes off as sincere in what he says.

He floats his way along in the pool between laps, watching the women in their rest and relaxation, though Pepper is soon summoned elsewhere. "Be well, Miss Potts. We may discuss matters further in due time." Then he takes Carol in. "It remains to be seen. Shuri is seeing to a few things back home, and we are splitting some time at the new port." He asks Greer, "You have been to Paris before, then? How did you like it?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Great Jones, that's it," Carol agrees as Pepper supplies the full name. "Never new it was there. Really nice inside," she tells Cael. "The massages are to die for."

Carol gives a disappointed look at the tone from Pepper's phone. "If it's Happy, tell him to just change all the passwords and issue new badges," she offers as if helpfully. The blond woman closes her eyes as she relaxes in the hot water, the jets swirling it around their bodies. "It was good seeing Shuri again as well," Carol comments. "That girl has more brains than any three other people I know, combined."

Pepper Potts has posed:
"Spa day," Pepper confirms. "It is now a 'must'," given that from what it sounds like, Greer would love it, and Cael's never been. Time for that bucket list?

She's up and out of the hot tub area, padding back to her bag and reaching for her towel before her phone. Green eyes look back over to the lovely tiger-lady and can't help but smile. Rough job, jetting to Paris! The phone is answered as soon as a hand is dry, and the conversation begins in quiet tones. It's rude to take a phone call and have everyone hear the business. A laugh does find its way as she looks at Carol after her quip, even though she's trying very hard not to. The nodding, acknowledgements and acquiescences could lead one to believe that it's actually business rather than having to give instruction to a wayward Happy or Tony. She finishes the call soon after, and she looks both apologetic and disappointed that she doesn't have the chance to continue spending that quality time that she was enjoying.

"Nowhere near as enjoyable," is murmured. "California. I should be back tomorrow afternoon. I'll make that appointment for us." She gives that pointed look at Cael to make sure she's on board before she wraps her wrap back around her waist and takes up her bag.

"Until then," and she has to go.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm just warning you that it probably won't be the only time I get under your skin. I tend to make a habit of it - keeping my opinions to myself just isn't in my skill set," Cael remarks in an amused tone. There's a quiet whine from the pup on his lounge chair, and with a sigh she pushes herself to her feet. "Fine, fine, ya little mutt. I hear ya." She leaves wet footprints across the pool's deck as she makes her way over to the chair - unclipping Bear's leash and rubbing at the top of his head, leaving the fur there damp. That done, she makes her way towards the jacuzzi - the click of Bear's toenails on the hard floor heard as he trails behind her, to lie on the warm ground next to water.
    "Goodluck with business, Ms. Potts," she adds as she pair pass each other, before she lowers herself into the warm water, letting out a contented sigh. One arm rests outside of the jacuzzi - her fingers scratching idly at Bear's shoulder.
    "Maybe we should all make a day of going to the spa, then," she remarks. "Though - scheduling can be a bit of nightmare." Given how unexpected the work the Avengers do can be. "Looking forward to it!" she calls after Pepper.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Hm? No, not me," Tigra says to T'Challa. "Something we were talking about earlier, with Pepper frequently having to go to Paris and back." A look over at Pepper as the woman packs up again, and then a bit of a chuckle. "Ahhh, California, there I've been," she notes absently. "Worse than scheduling, though is having that many Avengers in one place, just trying to relax? Oh you know something would happen. Alien invasion, localized earthquake, plague of locusts."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa laps the pool a few more times in between bits of conversation, which causes it to slow down in places. "Ah, I see. Then I would recommend a visit there at some point," he tells Greer as he climbs out of the pool and allows the excess water to flow downward before he claims a towel for himself.

"I will take that into account," the man adds with a wry expression when Cael explains she will probably say more things that could get one's blood to simmer. "But I assure you, I am certain I have heard most of it already from my sister." The towel ends up draped across his shoulders.