12857/Campfire Chilling

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Campfire Chilling
Date of Scene: 22 September 2022
Location: Wilderness Campsites
Synopsis: Hank, Max and Kitty chat around a campfire by Breakstone Lake
Cast of Characters: Kitty Pryde, Maxwell Wave, Henry McCoy




Kitty Pryde has posed:
The night is a little cooler than it has been lately. Not actually cold exactly, but cool enough for long sleeves or a jacket.

Kitty Pryde is out at one of the campsites by Breakstone Lake. She's got a fire going, and for long enough that a nice base of coals has been established. She's sitting on a blanket wearing a mock turtleneck that looks like it's wonderfully soft. Beside her is a box that has makings for smores, as well as some kosher hotdogs, and buns and other fixings. A little cooler sits nearby with beverages.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Sometimes Maxwell needs to take more aggressive measures to divorce himself from work. Technology being the constant tether that it is, one of those measures is never saying 'No' to campfire activities. So instead of slaving away in a lab working on a research item on Dr. McCoy's backlog or some other request, Max is approaching the campsite wearing proper camping attire: Hiking boots, blue jeans, and a purple and black flannel shirt sleeves rolled up over his forearms.

He steals a premium spot on Kitty's blanket and them starts rummaging through the cooler. Retrieving a can of spiked seltzer, he grins sheepishly at Kitty, "Don't mind if I do."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde grins at Max as she spots those glowing blue eyes approaching. As he sits down, she leans over to give him a quick side snug. "Help yourself, to everything," she says with a motion towards the food and the beverages.

Kitty has a couple of thin branches she's already whittled any leaves or twigs off of so they are suitable for cooking things over the fire. She gets one of them, adding a marshmallow. She sets out a graham cracker with chocolate on it so it'll be ready, then begins toasting the marshmallow. "How's everything going?" she asks.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max sips from his beer then answers Kitty, "Things are... Pretty mellow. I think in the grand scheme of things. That's good. Haven't been shrunk or thrown through a wall in months."

He picks up one of the whittled thin branches and begins working a hotdog onto it. "How about you, Kitty? Things going good?"

He smiles, eyes lighting up a bit as he leans forward and holds the wiener over the fire.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Always a fan of the outdoors, Henry was all too happy to accept the invitation for a bit of campfire socializing. Even better, that there were trees to swing through to get there! It might be a bit startling, the sounds of the Beast making his way towards the camp in a Tarzan-esque style. Landing just inside the firelight, he spreads his arms. "Tada!" He offers over to Max and Kitty.

"I brought some chocolate syrup as well, to drizzle over the s'mores." He says, unslinging a messenger bag.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
The young woman gives a nod and says, "Yes, fairly good. Had a nice 21st birthday out in Oregon. We went white water rafting on the Rogue River. Couldn't pass it up with that name, you know." She chuckles warmly. "It's actually a highly rated river for it though. Was great. Some tough rapids, but also some nice long relaxing floats. Camped while we were out there," she tells him.

"Kind of glad it's cooling off though. This is my favorite time of year when I can pull out the sweaters and sweatshirts. And have a fire going without running the AC and feeling like I'm killing the planet," she adds with another chuckle.

As Hank arrives, Kitty grins and stands up, giving him a one-armed hug, the other hand holding the stick with the marshmallow. "Perfect timing, you can have this first one," she tells Hank. Sitting back down, she puts the marshmallow on the plate and then hands it over to Hank so he can add his syrup to it.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Listening attentively, Max offers a grin. "Congratulations on being able to drink legally in the United States... I know that always bugged you after your time abroad."

He blinks and tilts his head, "A Rogue River, eh? I'm sure that was serious pun fuel."

Max ooo's at Hank arrivals and applauds his announcement of the chocolate syrup. "Guess we are really splurging tonight, huh? I'll skewer a few more hot dogs too."

With that offer, he went about the task of stabbing a few more wieners then pitching them carefully over the fire. "How are you this evening, Doctor?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Kitty's hug is returned, the big man smiling. "Sorry I missed rafting." Hank admits, sheepishly. "And yes, fall is wonderful. It starts cooling down enough so that I feel comfortable in all this fur." A wry grin from the Beast. When he's offered the first marshmallow, he grins. A bit of the syrup is drizzled over it, then the chocolate proper and graham crackers.

A smile over to Maxwell, the man finding a seat on the ground nearby. "Doing well. The night air agrees with me." A beaming smile. "Had a chat with Monet in the garden, earlier. All in all, a good day."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty gets back to work on another marshmallow. "Oh yes, all sorts of jokes about... well you can imagine," she says, chuckling. They were a bit drunk so at least when the kids weren't around, the jokes were probably a bit ribald, at that.

She glances up at the stars above. "Wish we were a little further from New York sometimes so we could see more stars," she comments. "We need to rescue another ocean liner so we have a good reason to be out in the middle of the ocean away from all the lights."

That there was a hunky Atlantis native that helped them with that, who likes to go bare-chested, surely didn't make that mission any better. No sir.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max watches the hotdogs attentively, glowing eyes narrowed into slits as he listens. He takes a break from his vigil to glance up toward the sky with Kitty. He hums and then offers, "Or we could just go with the excuse of a good time. I've got a few tricks in mind that could get a rowboat into dark sky territory pretty fast!"

"That, or we could go sailing. I recall really enjoying the last sailing trip." Max grins at a fond memory then leans forward to rotate a few of the hotdogs as they start to darken, a few drips of hotdog grease falling into the fire with a sizzle.

"Any stirring topics come up in your chat with Monet, Doc?" Max tilts his head to the side and looks toward the beastly devourer of smores.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Mushing his s'more together, Henry grins. It looks like a decadent mess! "Hawaii, Big Island. There's an amazing observatory there. No light pollution on top of the mountain." He explains, before taking a bite of the sweet treat.

He leans back a bit, chewing and thinking. "Well, I won't get into the thick of it Maxwell, but I fear she's suffered a bit of a setback. I tried to counsel her, so hopefully she'll right herself soon." A smile. "Not my story to tell, though. I'd rather not divulge her details."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's smile grows at the mention of sailing. "That was great. I haven't seen my friend with that boat in awhile. Maybe we can find another one. Or, yes, take something smaller," she agrees with Max.

The marshmallow is carefully toasted to a golden brown and then put on a half a Hershey bar. A little of the chocolate sauce is drizzled before Kitty tops it. She begins nibbling on it carefully. "Mmmm," she says, sighing happily.

The comment about Monet having a setback brings a concerned look from Kitty. She'll probably try to make herself available should Monet want to open up about it, but not press the matter either.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max gives a respective nod to Hank, clearly approving of his respect for Monet's privacy. His smile brightens at Kitty's suggesting they might find another boat to take out on the water. "Anytime, Kitty. Just let me know when is good for you."

Reaching down, he moves the skewered hotdogs away from the fire and jams their ends into the ground. Fetching a bun from among Kitty's supplies, he goes about making his super healthy dinner for the evening.

"Well, if she's going through something. I guess we can all try to keep an open mind and ear. Though maybe the professionals have more to offer." He head bobs toward Kitty then takes a bite off hotdog.

Henry McCoy has posed:
This is how it should be - friends relaxing around a campfire, enjoying the night. No Sentinel attacks. No Shi'ar death squads. No dinosaurs. Just friends enjoying each other's company. Henry sighs happily, listening to the popping and crackling of the fire as it burns away.

"I think she'll get through it, but having friends to speak with helps." A smile. "Either way, she's strong and knows she has support. Even if it might sting to accept the help." A wry grin. "Is everyone excited for Halloween? Figure out costumes yet?" He looks to each in turn.

"Still trying to sort mine out."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty makes her way through the s'more at a leisurely pace. Avoiding getting the sticky marshmallow smeared on her fingers or lips. "Still trying to figure out what to go as," she confirms. "A lot of ideas I have... well if your face isn't free then you can't drink or eat as easily and it gets frustrating and you end up removing your mask," she says with a shrug. "I was thinking of going as Sauron. Dress up as a tower and then a glowing Eye mask. But, will keep thinking," she says with another shrug.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Polishing off his hotdog, Max leans back on the blanket and folds his arms under his head. He hums in consideration for Halloween. Calf resting on his knee, his hiking boot bobs in the air as he ponders.

"I.. almost forgot Halloween was a thing." He admits. "You know, I always wanted to try one of those crazy stilt costumes, but they aren't really practical for an indoor party. Maybe be a treant or siren head."

Pursing his lips, he squints. "I'll probably just be a meme... or a walking pun. Amazing what you can do with one prop or a word taped to your chest. Anyone else struggle with just being lazy or going just a little to crazy?"