12716/Catching Up with the Kar-Wadians

Catching Up with the Kar-Wadians
Date of Scene:	08 September 2022
Location:	Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls
Synopsis:	Gabby visits to check up on Wade. The judging is harsh.
Cast of Characters:	Gabby Kinney, Wade Wilson

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Gabby Kinney has posed:
Life had gotten busy lately. Busy enough that Gabby hadn't had a chance to come by and visit the bar, either to check in on Wade or annoy Weasel who seemed always a bit off-put by having a teenage girl around. It was amusing in a way to watch him scramble not to appear like a huge pervert. He kind of was. So was Wade though, so she just shrugged it off anytime she came to visit.

The door is knocked open and she heads down the little winding hall that leads into the bar. "Hey Weasel!" She calls out a split second before coming around the corner to announce her arrival--As if it weren't already on camera somewhere, most likely. "Get me a rootbeer, please. Where's Wade been?" She's already glancing around in case he was here and she just hadn't noticed yet. He did sometimes like to nap in a few of the booths. Or be in the back.

Wade Wilson has posed:
"Well well well. Look what the catalog dragged in." Wade's voice appears from above, and if Gabby were to look up she would see him suspended above her. "I know what you're thinking, no, I have NOT been bit by a radioactive spider." He shimmies a little bit, to reveal that his feet are stuck in some kind of holster, keeping him on the ceiling.

"Someone told me that if I left my blood in my brain long enough, I'd get smarter." He pauses. "Eventually, smart enough to realize this isn't working."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney tilts her head back to stare up at Wade hanging above her. She just stares a moment listening to him explain, and she nods slowly. "Yeah, generally 'things to make you smarter' are just people trying to make others look stupid. Like that whole 'game' where you flip a coin around to see what side you get--Anyway that was a long time ago," she decides clearing her throat a little.

A step is taken to the side so he's not directly above her. "Need a hand down? Pillows to cushion your fall?" Not that there really were any here to begin with. She does glance around only getting a negative shake of head from Weasel at such a suggestion. "I could move the tables at least. Also don't trust those ads that say it'll make your dick bigger, guaranteed those are also fake."

Wade Wilson has posed:
"No, no, I got this!" Wade starts to swing back and forth, flexing those core muscles. "This dismount is easy, you just get a little rhythm going, and then you swing back, and..." He swings back, and his feet come out. And if he had the timing right he might have been prepared for it. As it was, very wise of Gabby to step aside as he falls flat parallel to the floor, landing on his face and followed by the rest of his body.

"That smarts!" he says before hopping up, and then he throws a finger to the air. "Aha! It worked!" He turns to regard Gabby, and nods. "Yes, you pay to be told your smarter, and that just gives you more ideas for things to pay to be smarter. It's a pyramid something or other." He leans back a bit to look her over. "What have you been up to? No trouble I hope!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
When he starts swinging his weight like that Gabby steps further back until she ends up leaning against the bar counter. Bending her elbow she props it there, leaning her chin in her hand while watching the inevitable occur. That slap of his body smacking into the floor. "I give it an 8 point 9," she declares with a little clap or two.

"Pyramid Scheme," she supplies with a knowing nod or two. "Yeah, I've been okay, just dealing with like..." Her hand gives a little twist in the air as she gestures. "Dealing with demons and gods and ... Man I miss regular fighting," she has to admit with a laugh. "Oh yeah, and I'm eighteen now so there's that." Tipping her head at Wade she asks, "You? No new marriages I should know about right?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
"What are you, the East German judge?" Wade shakes his head at Gabby. "That was /easily/ a 9.4." He looks to Weasel and raises his hand.

"Gotta go with Gabby, she's being generous. 6.9." Weasel laughs.

Wade gives him the finger. "Mind out of the gutter, asshole, there's a fucking child here." Another look to Gabby. "Demons and gods? What the hell, they upgrade you to like a full-on Avenger or some shit? You'll be too cool to hang out with us pretty soon."

He pauses as she points out her age. "Oh, really?" He leans slooooooooooowly to the side, glancing past her. Definitely checking out her ass. And then slooooooooowly straightens. "Party on." he says calmly. At the question of marriage, he clutches at his chest. "No, lordahmercy!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"If you'd done a full plank all the way down it woulda been kind of epic, but I have to deduct points for attempting a tuck and curl without success," Gabby states matter-of-fact as if she were really being a judge. The talk has her grinning at least which was better than when she came in.

"Yeah, finding out my older half-sister is a sorceress has led to a lot of stuff. I'm always just a call away though."

At the leaning she rolls her eyes upward a moment. "I poop out of that," she offers helpfully.

"Good. I mean Inez was awesome to meet but ah... Yeah that was a bit weird out of the blue."

Wade Wilson has posed:
"Look, if I'd intended a fuck, I'd have landed a fuck, ok?" Wade stretches out his arms and his legs for a moment, watching her. "How many siblings you got now? They seem to drop from the ceiling like Deadpools."

He nods about the poop. "Sure, but have you ever looked into whether it's a two way passage? I hear that's allt he rage now with kids your age."

He considers. "Yeah. I mean, she had a nice rack, but..." He pauses, and looks to the side. "Of guns. GUNS. Minds out of the gutter, people." And then back to Gabby. "But yeah. I'm just meant to be a free spirit, you know. Just me and Mr. 1-2."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney reaches across to snag a bottle of rootbeer she knew was there if only because she'd made Weasel stock them. Sure she could drink beer. But in this place it seemed safer to stick to something sugary sweet. "I wouldn't know, I tend to hang out with people very much not my age and freak them out because I'm more experienced than them. With guns," she adds nodding quite seriously and taking it as such.

"Given who my dad is I think the only 'two way' thing is claws going in and out of bodies. Probably why I haven't had a date since I was fifteen," she admits with a careless shrug. "Anyway I just wanted to stop in and check on you. I'm on my way to go babysit a tiger. Tiger sit?" It's shrugged off as she steps away giving Wade a sharp clap on his shoulder. "See you later!"

Wade Wilson has posed:
Definitely another check out of her ass as she leans over. "I swear, things change a lot once they become 18. I'm in, and Weasel is out. WAY out." Wade laughs as Weasel throws up his hands and leaves. "PERV!" he calls at him. "Never apologize for being the best. That's why I don't ever say I'm sorry."

Wade laughs when Gabby mentions her father. "God I love that guy so much. I need to stop by and say hello." A pause. "You know, if it's been forever, maybe you just need to find guys who can, you know, regrow anything that he chops off,m and all." He shivers. "Still would be painful as FUCK though." He tilts his head. "Tiger? I don't think I want to know." He waves as Gabby moves to leave. "Later."

He looks up as she heads out. "Stupid ceiling hooks." He takes out a katana and hops up in the air, swirling it around, slicing through the ceiling and stepping to the side as a circle of it falls.

"WADE!" yells Weasel from the back.

"Whoopsie!"