1283/Pastries on the Roof

Pastries on the Roof
Date of Scene:	22 April 2020
Location:	Roof Tower
Synopsis:	Warren and Betsy catch up and talk about recent events over some donuts.
Cast of Characters:	Warren Worthington, Betsy Braddock

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Warren Worthington has posed:
For whatever reason, Warren has now brought a bunch of donuts to the school two days in a row. Having left a good deal of them downstairs in the kitchens for students and faculty, the winged mutant took a box and flew up to the roof of the mansion to watch people do different activities in the yard down below, all while munching on a maple bacon donut. Or three. Someone might be counting, but he's not and hey, there's still plenty of them left in the box at least!

He's barefoot and wearing jeans and a sassy t-shirt that talks about how angels are innocent. Half-eaten donut in one hand and his phone in the other, thumb moving across the screen as he swipes left and right periodically.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
He's watching below, but is he watching from above? Betsy has been working on certain... issues of hers, and what better place to practice flying than the school? No one will think twice about it, after all.

So a shadow will cross over his phone, a moment before the purple haired model sets down, feet nigh silent in soft ballet flats. She's in yoga pants in a silvery-gray paired with a flowing tunic in a soft pink that compliments her hair and lends more creedence to the soft roses in her cheeks. "Donuts, hmm? Any good ones left?" She'll ask, flashing that money making perfect smile at the Angel.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Glancing up as the shadow crosses over his phone, Warren looks up and squints. "Hey Betsy." He takes one look at the yoga pants, grins and adds, "I'm surprised they let you run around here in those, huge distraction for all of the students. And faculty." He gestures to the donuts then, "Yep, plenty left, go ahead and have a few. I'd say there's plenty more down in the kitchen, but knowing people here? Probably all gone by now." He slips his phone into one his pocket.

"So what've you been up to lately? It's been kind of interesting around here I'd say. A couple of the students seem to have turned into dinosaurs, which it seems Hank and Rogue are studying that mystery. Illyana's also been organizing some really great Danger Room training sessions too." He blinks. "Oh damn, that reminds me that I still need to buy Jimmy a steak dinner or something."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Hey yourself." Betsy responds, before violet eyes land on his face. There's just the faintest widening and a touch more pink to her cheeks when he's talking about leggings. "Nonsense. This is not even close to my most distracting outfit." She lifts her chin just a bit, letting her accent come through just a bit more. She spies what she hopes is a Boston Cream, and swoops in to snag it. "Crumbs left, the way some of the males around here eat." She will move to sink into chair with her claimed prize of a donut. "I've been staying clear of a lot of the madness. Been out and about, doing the charity and fundraising scene, keeping an ear to the ground, as it were. Working out both for physique and psychic health. And why do you owe...Jimmy? A steak dinner?"

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh really, well I guess I should tempt you to come to the Masquerade that's being planned for at the Hellfire Club in a few weeks. You can be the talk of the party, maybe. My costume is going to be something, but I have to keep it a secret for now." Warren puts a single finger to his lips and then takes a bite of his own donut, quickly swallowing it down before answering. "Hey, I resemble that remark as a male who spends some of his time here." He glances over at her and nods, "I've been spending time trying to help Lorna with the Genosha charity stuff myself. I'm a bit annoyed with Tony Stark right now, but I'm going to try and get a meeting with him sometime soon." He finishes the rest of his donut and brushes off his hands. "Jimmy took a RPG round to the face in a danger room scenario, really helped keep Rahne and Boom-Boom from getting hurt."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There is a lift of her eyebrows, a light shimmering in her gaze that hints at mischief. "Masquerade, hmm? My, that does sound intriguing. I should use the legacy, now that I've settled in one spot for a bit. That will require some thinking, if I go. Is there a theme?" Her head tips to watch him, before she bites into her dount.

Violet eyes will slowly sweep down, then back up, studying him from bare toes to his hair. "Definitely male. What's wrong with a healthy appetite, male or female? I just stated a fact, not that it was good or bad."

There's a nod. "I'm glad Lorna is finding her feet. There was worry for bit, understandably, right after." Curious again, a hint of a smile "Why are you annoyed at Stark this week, lovey?" She stills. "And clearly, I have been missing out, in the Danger room sessions."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren's eyes narrow briefly as he considers the question, "No... no, I don't believe there's any particular theme. I think it's one of those things being put on for people to just go all out and enjoy themselves. My theme is angelic, because it's kinda hard to think about what else to do that fits with the wings. But I have a plan, oh yes I do." He grins.

"Nothing wrong with a healthy appetite, besides I was including myself with that group." He gently pats his stomach. "Besides, flying is hungry work. I don't know how some of you do it with the floating around thing, but I'm telling you that flapping wings is some exercise. Should be glad I don't have hummingbird wings." He winks and then he adjusts himself so he's facing her a bit more head on.

"Ugh, well Stark is running for President right? Between he and Lex Luthor, Luthor has told Lorna and I that he wants to protect mutants from some of the bigotry we face, but Stark didn't even recognize Lorna and she told me he poked fun at her hair." He makes a face and shakes his head. "As if hair color should even be something to think about, God."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"All out, you say. Now that could be dangerous." Then there's a chuckle, at his angelic mention. "Well, there's Eros, or.. some of the messenger gods had wings..." Her head tips to the side. "I haven't the faintest idea what to work on. I should really make an impression on the New York chapter, don't you agree?" There's a sly wickedness to her grin.

"Are you saying I don't look like I work out, Warren Worthington?" There's a mock anger to her voice, because of course she /knows/ better. If she was looking pudgy, she wouldn't be getting booked left, right, and center.

"Yes, oddly enough. I never thought him political before all this." She finishes her donut, brushing her hands together, before violet eyes brighten to blazing. She swallows, jaw tightening. "He did /what/? " Lorna's hair had been a bit of a sensitive issue for a bit. "Oh, that's it. We need to hit one of his little galas. I want to make him /crawl/. "

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Eros, is that some sort of erotic thing? Hrm, yeah I guess that -could- work, though I also gotta keep things a little classy. Still wearing a suit and all that, though with lots of alterations." Warren laughs, his eyes crinkling a little. "I pay them well enough though, so they shouldn't complain about it. Anyway, yeah feel free to make an impression on the local chapter, having you around will liven up the place."

"Wha..? No, you obviously work out!" His eyes quickly move down her form. "A lot actually, if I had to take a guess based on what I see in front of me and, ah, in some of the pictures of you doing your modeling bit." Which he may or may not have a google alerts set up for, which is totally a thought that runs through his head at that moment.

"I never thought about politics much either, but I do want Genosha to be rebuilt and for Lorna to succeed, so..." He trails off and nods, frowning a bit. "Yeah, it was super annoying that he did that, like what is he? A boomer. Look, I'm blond, I'm boring. Purple and green are exciting!"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy gives him a bland look. "Eros. God of love and sex, Greek edition. Classier sounding than Cupid, no?" She sounds amused. "That's one version, the son of Aphrodite. But there was the son of Chaos one, the most beautiful of the immortal gods, if I remember my old books right."

There's laughter, before Warren will feel just the lightest TK caress to his cheek. " I was only teasing, Warren. I don't wear the leggings just for the look, after all. I do actually work out in them." There's a flash of that model smile.

"I very much want her happy." Happy may not always equate with what some consider success, but Betsy thinks it is the highest level of it. "Not boring, just more able to ...blend in." There's a tease there. "I've heard rumors he's settling down. I wonder if I could tempt him and make him make a fool of himself. That's petty though." There's a sigh. " I should do better than that."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh, I get a lot of them mixed up save the major ones like Zeus and Aphrodite. She's a total hottie, or so I've heard." Warren's blinks several times as he looks over at Betsy, "Aww, Betsy, are you calling me beautiful?" A smile plays over his face, especially at the telekinetic caress. "I would hope so, I mean, I would want to watch you work out in them." He holds up a hand. "Not that a -gentleman- such as myself would -ever- do such a thing." He nods, very convincing like.

"Anyway, yeah, I want her to build herself back up, she's been through a lot and old douches being assholes certainly don't help at all." He licks his bottom lip. "Hrm, I was thinking about donating to Luthor's SuperPAC to try and prevent Stark from becoming President."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I studied up a lot. I liked to read when I was a kid." Some might be surprised at how much the model studied. "Aphrodite is supposed to be a hottie, yes." There's an amused expression as she leans to look at the donuts, giving him a glance. "Oh stop it. You know you're gorgeous. False modesty does not become you, Warren."

There's a hand pushing purple hair back as she leans, chuckling. "Well, if you ever decide you want to get hot and sweaty with me, let me know." There's a quick, mischievious look. "I do hot yoga a couple times a week." She can't help the grin then, before she shrugs. "I want to help Lorna, but I'm not sure Luthor is the answer either."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Yeah, I guess the stories I remember the most from classes were how many times Zues banged something and then Hera had to go around smiting things as a result." Warren scratches his chin and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, and so many tell me that I'm too full of myself. I guess it's kind of refreshing when someone offers a bit of different advice."

He leans in a little, placing a hand on a knee as he does so. "Hot yoga." He says, a small smiling tugging at the corners of his lips. "Is that what they're calling it these days? Ha! I guess there -are- a ton of different stretches, positions, and the like involved in it, and it can be exercise. Good for the cariovasucular system from what." He clears his throat. "From what I've been told anyway." He flashes her a quick grin and then nods.

"He might not be, but sadly we're not like the UK where you can vote for other parties. Often the choices are between Meh and Bad or Bad and Worse."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Zeus, the original man-slut." Betsy agrees. "Ninety percent of the tragedies were because he couldn't keep it in his Toga." She makes the joke as she swipes a second donut.

It's a good thing she hasn't bitten into it yet, when he's teasing her about hot yoga. She can't help laughing, head tipping back as she shakes her head. "I have no idea what they are calling /that/ these days, but hot yoga is a way to really burn some calories and help make sure you're flexible."

She chuckles. "Why don't you run? Make it a three for three of rich, white men."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Zues, a hero to us all." Warren says, nodding and grinning, especially as she laughs. "Oh, I see, I see. Being flexible -is- pretty important. Maybe I'll look it up some time and see what it's all about, though flying to New York City and back is pretty good exercise in itself and it's a lot cheaper and a lot less stress than taking a car into the city. The reduced stress is worth it all by itself, you know?"

At the mention of running he shakes his head. "Can't, you have to be 35, and I would rather wait another decade before worrying about being 35. Please let me enjoy my 20s a little longer Betsy. Only 5 more years until the big three zero. I need to cherish them."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Who said anything about going to the city?" Betsy gives him big, wide, innocent violet eyes. "Honey, you can make any yoga hot." Then she's laughing. "Seriously, though. I've done it here in the mansion. Just need to be able to get a room rather toasty." She shrugs.

"Ah yes, I forgot about that age thing, you Americans have for your foremost leader. Don't worry, Warren dove, you don't look a day over twenty and four." She'll tease him lightly.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"What rooms in the mansion get that hot? Or do you use one of the fireplaces in the rooms to get it all toasty? I still haven't used the one in my room." Warren tilts his head slightly and studies her a moment before shrugging. "Or have you uncovered some of the mansions secrets? Man, I knew I should have paid more attention to the tours when I was younger." He turns and reaches for the box of donuts, fetching one out before offering the box in Betsy's direction.

"Thank you, Betsy, I appreciate that. You still look like you're barely twenty if you don't mind me saying, which I had to think hard about actually. The yoga pants being so distracting and all." He'll lean back after she's either taken a donut or waved the box off and ask, "So any other interesting news or tidbits you've come across as of late?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"There's a few. Like I said, let me know, I'll set one up." She smiles. "I don't have rooms in the mansion, of course, but I'm in it a lot. My place is a little too glassed in to really retain heat too well unless it's warm-ish outside."

She will hold at two donuts, politely declining that offer. "You're a sweet liar about my age, Warren, but you're totally forgiven for making me decide these may be may new favorite yoga pants." She teases back. "I've been keeping it fairly low key, really. Some galas, the society circuit like I said. I've been.. settling back in after my time away."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren's face lights up a little. "Oh? Did you do the window wall thing too? Isn't it grand? My penthouse in the city has window-walls and the view is killer. I love it, it's like a certain level of freedom while still being in doors because you feel the comfort of home but also see all that is happening around you at the same time." He puts the box of donuts aside and smiles, "Oh are they your favorite now? Nice! I..." He's about to say something else but is cut off by a text message on his phone, which he pulls out his phone and gives a quick skim.

"Huh. Dazzler just told me that someone showed up and brought in a bunch of taco ingredients and is having people make their own tacos. Taco Tuesday." He shakes his head, "Feels like this place has more catered meals than ones prepared by the kitchen. Anyway, I don't know if I feel like tacos tonight." He shakes his head and slips his phone back into his pants. "Sorry, I got distracted, you were talking about galas and social events, yeah, um, that gala that was thrown for Genosha was a pretty big success. I bet another will be thrown at some point once more of the rebuilding has happened, maybe you can help Lorna set something up?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There's a low chuckle. "I've not got a penthouse. I've actually.. well, it's a penthouse...in a tree here on the estate. It's quite cozy, and I'm thrilled with how it came out." She smiles. "Well, clearly they make me look that good, shouldn't they be my favorite?"

She will fall quiet while he checks his phone. "Tacos. I will never understand the overenthusiasm for tacos. They're all well and good now and then, but I am not a fanatic about having them every Tuesday." She smiles. "I have been trying not to push too hard towards Lorna. She has people she trusts around her, and I generally just help out by donating money." Betsy smiles. "If you want tacos, you shouldn't worry about keeping me company."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Wait, you built a penthouse... in a tree?" Warren blinks and stares at her for a long moment. "How big is this tree?! And how big is this house in this tree? Did Hank science up a giant tree? I have so many questions right now about this, and first among them is... why do I never pay attention to anything that could be cool, ugh. Most of the time when I'm flying and it's not a combat situation, I just get lost in my own thoughts."

At the mention of Lorna, he nods, "Yeah, same. I want to help rebuild Genosha too, so I'm going to contribute to that, but it'll still take some time." He looks over at the box and then back at Betsy. "Yeah I guess I could go for some more food. It's been good seeing you again, Betsy. We should go flying around sometime soon." He offers her one of his winning smiles.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"It's a very fancy tree house. Lots of windows, a luxurious bathroom, but other than that, it's probably not what you would expect from me. It's a far cry from Manhattan digs." She smiles. "You can come see it anytime you like. You don't even need me to lower the stairs for you."

She will rise to her feet when he's saying he could use more food. "Of course you could. That healthy appetite to fuel flight, after all." She will lean in, and kiss his cheek. "I think I'd like flying with someone else."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren also rises to his feet and grins, "Awesome, I'll drop by someday soon to check it out. I love seeing what people do with their places, sometimes it helps offer some inspiration." Grinning at the kiss on the cheek, "Aw, you'll make me blush. Take care of yourself Betsy, and see you soon!" Taking a step towards the edge he flexes his wings and glides on down to the yard below to enter the house that way.