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Psylocke Knock Knock
Date of Scene: 14 May 2022
Location: Tabitha's Apt - College House
Synopsis: Betsy makes a wellness check on Tabby. Reminds Tabby that she's family and keeps her in the non evil path.
Cast of Characters: Tabitha Smith, Betsy Braddock




Tabitha Smith has posed:
Sometimes it's easy to keep track of time, others it isn't. But that's what alarm clocks were for and shock to many Tabby is up well before noon.

But that's mostly because she had rostered chores in the mansion and in the student dorm. That's just been vaccumed. Probably to the chagrin of Tabitha's vampiric neighbor and her fiance. This is amusing as hell for the blonde.

Having finished and stashed the monstrosity of a maker Tabby is heading back up stairs.

Which leaves Tabby with the rest of the day, no work at night, and so much free time as she trudges up stairs. Dressed in old yellow denim jeans with a cropped turquoise tee that might have once had actual sleeves and a hood before they were cut away to leave arms, neck and midriiff bare. Well the neck isn't. A blue leather buckled choker with chromed studs arranged in a helix pattern covers it. A matching belt adds more color mismatch while her feet get protected by some old red combat boots wiith yellow laces. Somewhere in that wardrobe is probably a pair colored in the inverse. Ponytail swishing behind her with a red bow tiied into it while her glasses seem to be entirely made of ruby quartz and in a cat eye styled. Good for glare and in ger prescription thanks to the Shi'ar uniform replicators.

Holdiing at the door Tabby checks her phone and grins with a chuckle. At least she's got her laugh back on after having repeated rough times last few months.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There comes a quiet knock at her door. Betsy is standing outside, her face wearing an expression of concern similar to that of the other night. She is dressed a bit more formally than Tabitha, as perhaps befits a sometimes teacher. A cream colored silk blouse hangs loosely about her top, and a black skirt clings tightly to her thighs before flaring a bit by her knees. Her purple hair is done up, held into place by a few pins bearing eggs of ivory on the end. Her already tall height is extended by a pair of black heels, and she is wearing dark colored hose with a plaid pattern on them.

Should Tabitha come to the door, Betsy offers a warm smile. "I just wanted to see if you were alright after the other day."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby is actually pretty suprised at the visit that announces herself right after she gets through the door. Being in her own weorld plus Betsy's training making that way easier.

"Hey, Betsy hi! I'm doing great enough I guess. Wanna come in. Amazingly enough iit's tidy-ish in here!" she says as she hops about at the open door trying to undo and remove one of those clunky boots.

After the ninth wobble she hops to the door frame with enough room for the taller psychic to come on in. "Grab a seat wherever looks comfy. Think I still have some tea. Bags though so don't yeet me if it's horrible!" she offers and warns at the same time.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
A soft laugh from Betsy as she shakes her head. "You do not need to worry about me so much. Remember, I grew up with Captain Britain." She flashes a grin and steps inside, careful to move around any hazards that might be on the floor. "I am glad to hear that you are well. I know that was difficult the other day." She glances around and then decides to move over to one of the comfy chairs by the fireplace. "You know that we all care about you here, right? That you will never be alone again, so long as we stand together."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Your brother makes a horrible cup?" Tabby asks in a half joking tone as she finally gets her shoe off and leaves it just inside behind the door while it's open and starts work on the other.

"That was rough. I know most of the school knows. And god knows that I'm far from unique in the crappy parents club. Having people I care about see that part of my life. Actually see the man. Felt like I was hitting folks myself." she states and looks rather awkwardly ashamed.

"Just goes to show you guys do care. The lack of full hugs. Probably safer for you at the time too. Sometimes love you guys a bit too much!" she says with that embarrased look and chuckle leaving her lips. Her problems in how she shows affection also as well known. She might not have stopped at a hug. The other shoe iis finally discared and Tabby hops to the kitchen, flicking her coffee pot and making sure it's still hot while she hunts for a kettle.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy rolls her eyes dramatically. "He makes a horrible /everything/," she says, dramatically, throwing an forearm up to rest against her forehead, arching her back as she stretches into the chair. High drama here.

"You weren't, Tabitha. You can't internalize what he has done, and continues to do, as a reflection upon you. It's not."

Tabby's comment earns an upraised eyebrow. Betsy does not quite understand what she means by that. "Does it cause explosions?" she asks, trying to fill in the gap as to why hugs could possibly be bad.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby at least works with prescibed amounts of tea as put into the bags she extracts after reaching and stretching her arms over head rummaging about in a cupboard meant for someone much much taller like an ex-boyfriend. The cups are mugs though. "It's funny, some of the best cooks and chefs are men. But some really shouldn't be allowed in a kitchen." Tabby states with a look back over her shoulder as she starts filling the kettle and plugging it in to start boiling.

"I try not too. But it's a worry. I read that a lot of abuse victimes become abusers themselves. Not like the only time I was abused, violently or otherwise." she explains with genuine worry.

"Explosions. Umm, well I like to think I have that under control. Sort of. Haven't blown the roof off the school just by checking someone out since I was twelve." she states anbd chuckles.

That was not a fun time either.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"He would kill anything he tried to make. Even the things that were never alive to begin with." Betsy giggles a bit, reclining in her seat, stretching out her legs in front of her, crossing them at the ankles.

"I sense that about you. You will not perpetuate the cycle. You are too aware of it yourself, Tabitha." Betsy sighs softly. "You will not acept that about yourself for some time. But it is true."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Doesn't help when your body is a mess because of your powers." Tabby states. Not just the excess hormones and addictive need to use her powers pushing on those needs and vice versa." she laments. Super extra hormonal teenager. Even if she's a couple months from twenty one and escaping her teenage years finally.

"And not exactly being one hundred percent in the brain." she adds and nods while she drops the bags in the cup for Betsy.

"Sugar, milk? Do I still have some?"" she ponders. There's no extra benches or walls so Tabby can easiily be watched from the comfy chairs. Large enough even with the armchair single seaters for more than one person. Sturdy too. The fridge looked and a bottle of milk is looked at. Then a carton. "Not the bottle, where's the cow. You had cereal here last night, there we are?" she states and grabs the carton to open and sniff and checj if there's enough and it hasn't gone off overnight.

"It's a fight. I love being here, being part of this family. Luckily a few folks have been great and 'extra' on the love. But still wanna do right by everyone and being kinda over thirsty gets old. Frustrating but old. Old Habits and New Habits kinda get blurry together."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I know a little bit of something about that, Tabitha," replies Betsy. It might sound hollow, given the way that she looks and moves, but there were some downsides that came with the advent of her mutant gift as well. They all go through it. In her case, it made her withdrawn, on the verge of madness, and dark.

"Have you /met/ the X-Men?" She grins. "Which of them is at one hundred percent in the brain?"

"Please, Tabitha, really, you need not trouble yourself on my account." She waves her hand to beckon her back over towards the fireplace. "I just want to talk, you do not need to host me." She smiles warmly back at her. The last few sentences cause her to tilt her head, curious. "I am still not following you."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Well I did say I was definitely not unique here. Pretty certain most of us get a lot of the gear we need to deal with needs from the same place." You fill a school with healthy young adults, let alone teenagers that look like either of the women in the apartment and you'd have to be blind to miss a lot of what happens. And even then they'll probably hear ir or see it in the future.

"Well I'm having coffee, luckily I don't need milk." Tabby states and slides the carton in beside the glass bottle. And pours herself a mug which, once full iis chugged since the contents might just be tepid at best.

Heading for the louge area Tabby smiles. "Well a good hostess should offer. To be fair, most of the New Mutants I just let go wild. Mi Casa and all that." she states and uses the coffee table to sit, wiggling hips to move her laptop out of the way.

Amazingly the same one and survived Tabby's last trauma bomb. "But we should also make sure ya'll're okay too? Don't get to see you near as much. Lot of us come and go it's a blink and ya miss it thing." she

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"It is good to have such a welcoming environment that supports exploration and understanding," replies Betsy, nodding slowly in agreement with Tabitha. She leans back a bit more in her seat as she watches Tabby sort out the milk. She chuckles in amusement at that, and then as Tabby comes over to sit on the coffee table, Betsy straightens, recrossing her legs and turning to face Tabby more.

"I am a bit of a different case, I am afraid, my dear." Betsy shrugs slightly. "For the most part, the ones here are American, and have different obligations." A slow shake of her head. "I cannot reside here year round like most. I have other areas that call to me."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Badass super heroine. Model, actual aristocracy. I get it. Even I disappear sometimes. Even at the top there's a lot of no fun." Tabby states. "So we do worry back. The whole INS thing is a pain though. I don't even really know if I'm techically an American or a Genoshan cictizen or both." she ponders. "Being born in Virginia might or might not help." she adds and chuckles.

The coffee table just makes it easier that either women having to twist themselves about to face each other. Any other views a bonus.

"We've got more than a few illegals. Played coyote myself for some on Spring Break. Think Logan ever gives a crap about customs. We're X-Men and Mutants. We follow the laws that don't get up in our grils and play nice with our surviival." she states with a big outlawing grin.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Until they change it, being in Virginia at birth makes you a United States Citizen." Betsy's response is somewhat formal - teacher tone slipping through.

She shifts again, recrossing her legs as she leans further forward from the chair. "We do what we need to do. Nothing more, nothing less." She reaches out to place her hand on Tabitha's knee. "I heard the anger the other day. We cannot let ourselves go down the path that Magneto and the Brotherhood walk."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
:doesn't flinch at the hand on her knee. The telepath even pickiing up the feeling is welcomed and safe. "Well I'd still curtsy Lorna. Not the only queen I've known. But I think it'd get weird with Illyana since we're exes now." Tabby states and lets a small giggle out.

"Yeah. Folks keep telling me I can't go on the job to clear out the guys were gonna put me on stream. Between that and the drugged popcorn at that fair I haven't gotten any kinda equilibriam." From drugged till her anger and ability to figt back or resist anyone to almost full tilt and ready to destroy a room. Thankfully her love and loyalty kept that and the ladies in the room safe.

"Be damned if I'm gonna miss more missions though. I need to blow stuff up bad. Too much energy. Won't let myself fall into Magneto's way though. I got help for that at least." she says and implies the woman in front of her along with the rest of the X-Men.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
A brief squeeze of the knee, and then Betsy pulls her hand back. "She is most impressive," she says, although of which is unclear. Perhaps both.

"It would be unwise to subject you to that, yes. If you were to lose control, the results could be devastating." She pauses. "For you. Set you down an irreversible path. You have a good heart, Tabitha, and I would hate to see them make you into the very monster they incorrectly claim you to be."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The withdrawal of the hand is met with a sense of already missing the touch and the warmth of that hand. But Tabby seems understanding with that. "I get it Betsy. Don't have to like it. But yeah. I know. It'd hurt too many folks if I went all evil and stuff. I'd rock the costumes. Haven't picked a supervillaiin name. Maybe Eviliciousness. Or Doctor Madame McSplode. Plenty of Villaiisn are doctors. Or claim to be. They wanna check that I'd boom them." Tabby ponders with some sageful thougt but a tone that iis clearoly joking.

Mostly.

"I still wouldn't want my friends hurt and having to hit me and stuff. Well there's fun hitting like in the Danger Room. Sparring. Or you know, date night went super well. But yeah. No hurting friends by being crazy. Only crazy awesome!"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy looks up at Tabitha a bit quizzically, lifting her fingers up to tap at her chin in thought for a moment. "As much as I do not consider walking down a dark path to be a joking matter, I must confess that you would look rather striking as a Doctor Madame McSplode." She flashes a grin.

"You are a fierce protector, Tabitha. That is one of the many admirable things about you." The hand returns to her knee, squeezing again. "Embrace that. Focus your energies there. Let the anger go."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The hand is back, this time Tabby sets her coffee down and places her on atop it to squeeze. That feeling of being safe and family there. Among Tabby's more common and most likely feelings around most of the women in her life.

"Think half my uniforms would work as a supervillain. Or at least get me a job at the hellfire club glorified Hooters it may front as." Tabby. "Have to ditch the collars though. That's more minion girl than evil overlady." she adds.

"Looking after my family. Yeah it's all I wanna do. I wanna be a full X-Man not some Brotherhood thug. I might keep a little anger. Can't protect if I can't get a little upset." she states and smirks. There's none to be found in Tabby's brain right now.

Right words can do a lot.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy's fingers run gently against Tabby's knee as she nods, accepting the hand upon hers. "You and me both, Tabitha." She smiles a wicked smile. "There are certainly days where I wonder whether it would be entertaining enough to do that, if just for a day."

Betsy nods slowly, looking closetly at Tabitha. "Keep it inside. Use it to fuel you when needed. Let it be the spark that lights you, not the flame that consumes you." She gives her hand another squeeze.

"You can be among the most brilliant of our lights, Tabitha. Stay that way."