12899/Hot Dogs in the Yard

Hot Dogs in the Yard
Date of Scene:	27 September 2022
Location:	Dining Hall
Synopsis:	Alison and Rogue do a bit of chatting over spoiled milk. Jeepers enjoys spoiled hotdogs out in the yard.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Alison Blaire

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Rogue has posed:
One of the refridgerators broke in the kitchen last night, and a bunch of food spoiled. So here we are now in the evening, after dinner and Rogue is throwing out food in a garbage bin on wheels. She's had a bunch of the students bring the spoiled food to the dining room where they set it on the table, and the Belle is huffing as she reads labels, and smells foul stinks at it all.

Thwap. She tosses another plastic wrapped container in to the waste bin.

"This is ridiculous." She mutters. "We got a guy in the house that makes ice with his brain, and yet still we lose like five hundred bucks in food? How does that happen? We're supposed to be a school of gifted youngsters..."

Who is she talking to?!

Either way, she huffs again and throws antoher package of lunch meat in to the trash, then pauses to push the sleeves of her unzipped grey hoodie up to her elbows, standing there in jeans shorts, and a black tanktop beneath the hoodie, her sunglasses up on her head, and the brown hair on her head tied back in a bun on the crown of her head, while the whites flow around her face.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire, resident work-a-holic, world reknowned artiste, and general hangaround, sits upon the counter where Rogue works tirelessly with her legs crossed beneath her and a notepad laid against them. "Genetics. He makes ice with his genetics." This is the hill she's going to die on, with a little smirk, and not even a glance up from whatever she's writing in that book while Rogue sniffs old sandwiches and throws them away.

"I tell you what Imma do... I'mma call in a favor with a buddy of mine and have him come cater the next three days worth of lunchs, at least until the fridge is fixed." She's so helpful, "Oooo wait, nevermind, we're a secret cult and don't let people come here..." A small frown curls the corners of her mouth.

"Alas.. you'd actually kill someone for his boiled goose."

"And they'd say, with their last baited breath, it was to die for..."

Rogue has posed:
A pack of hot dogs goes flying through the dining hall toward the open double French doors that lead out on to the patio. Jeepers flies out of no where and catches them, then runs off toward the yard with themm, his leash trailing behind him making soft clinking noises on the stone patio surface.

"Yeah, I mean we got a backup fridge, but some fresh food from some new place would be kinda awesome for a few days." She states before throwing something else in to the trash.

Her eyes go over to Alison then. "What are you doin?" She asks in her sotuhern flavored voice.

"You finally writin' a hit single about a Southern Belle?" She asks next with a quick grin. "I'm tellin' ya, I would be a hit song, and a hit music video star too!"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"I could arrange that." Alison says in a slightly, but not very, distracted tone. She writes a few things down on the paper and glances up just as the jingling of Jeeper's leash signals he's spirited away with a whole package of nasty franks. "mmm? Oh... yeah."

"Well no, but yeah."

She waves her hand down at the page, "It's just doodles. Song ideas.. but one of them very well may be about the hardships of keeping a family fed in the heat of impending winter without the use of modern technology to prevent spoilage."

Her hand waves out ahead of her, "I'm calling it.. 1900 called, it wants its third world problems back."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue finally plops down across from Alison, and stares across at her. "Really?" She asks. "That sounds pretty heavy..." She tells the singer while eyeing her. She then looks to the trash, and then over out to the yard where her dog had just run off with the hotdogs. "We do have it pretty easy, I guess. It's easy to forget about that. We live comfortable lives, and the slightest road bump in that makes us throw up our hands and ask Jesus to take the wheel." She looks back to Alison then and casts a grin at her.

"Somethin' specific inspiring you on this one?" She asks. "We could setup a Danger Room simulation about some ... I dunno.... war torn city about to hit winter, see how long we could stand livin' in such a world. Sometimes the computer people in that thing are more convincin then the people out here in reality." She grins softly then before reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaching for her lemonade a couple seats down at the table.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"I spent too much time on twitter reading comments about my single drop." Alison explains of her inspiration, "'What does a blonde haired white girl know about hardship, she doesn't look like no mutant I've ever seen. Said one fine gentleman.. another said Would smash." She rolls her eyes and shrugs indifferently.

"Little do the realize I feed on their anamosity like zombies on brains."

With a grin, she flicks her wrist and closes the notepad, which she sets down beside her so she can crawl down off the counter to peer into the filling trash recepticle. "That could be fun. Half the kids would be asking where they could charge their cellphones and the other half would.. well no need to talk about what the other half would be doing, suffice that realism in war torn cities is a little... iffy... at best."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sucks on her upper lip as she considers those words from the singer slipping off the counter! She then opens her eyes huge, and pops her lip out! She points at Alison. "Post apocalypse!" She says, still pointing. "People love that stuff. Like video games, and movies. Oh! I saw a post-apoc film with the guy from Lord of the Rings! The... uh... Road? I think. It was super depressin' and like, totally hopeless! That's what you're goin' for, isn't it?"

She then flashes a grin then as she flutters her dark lashes some. "I'm just teasin' ya, but, I do enjoy those kinda films... Zombieland was f'ing amazin', though the sequel kinda blew nuts...."

Rogue looks out in to the yard where she can see Jeepers laying out on one of the grassy hills enjoying his hotdog package, with paper and plastic spread around him. Of course, Rogue has to sigh softly at this display.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"I like Rosario Dawson. If I was going to be gay, that's who I'd want to be gay with." Alison says, as if from nowhere... then glances over at Rogue, "She was in Zombieland two." To clarify that this was not just some random, rogue, Tabitha level, observation about boobs.

"I guess. I'm just a singer of silly songs. Ultimately people take from my music whatever they want." She murmurs, wrinkles her nose, and goes over to grab a la crois from the cabinet. She gently taps the top with her fingernails and leans a hip against the counter, facing the Southern Belle.

"The Road was hella depressing... like double you tea plates effedrine, depressing."

Rogue has posed:
this gets a playful grin to play across Rogue's expressionate face. She tilts her head to the side for a second. "She was in that, wasn't she?" Which then has her tilting her eyes skyward to consider this. "Yeah, she's pretty. Great voice too, though I'm not really familiar with many of her movies. Course, when I got here at age 18, I had barely ever seen any movies at all. It was Kitty, and then Remy, who started makin' me watch stuff. I'm still tryin' t'catch up with everyone around here."

Her lemonade is sipped from before she recaps it. "And yeah, that part where he gets shot with the arrows was just like, oh holy shit... that poor bastard."

She steps over to the waste bin then and picks the sack up, tying it off. "I should probably run this down to the bins at the gate. You wanna do anythin when I get back? Go out for some food somewhere? Maybe go find Kitty and push her around some? Or go root through Jean's dresser drawers?" She asks the celebrity while toting that garbage bag up and walking toward the dining hall doors. "Jeeps!" Rogue calls out, then whistles surprisingly loud, like any good Southerner should be able to do!

Alison Blaire has posed:
"I don't have a whole lot of time for watching now, compared to when I was younger." Ali admits with a shrug, collecting up her music notebook to slip in the back pocket of her jeans. Since Rogue is making a hasty retreat. "At least I'm not getting shot up with arrows... or worse, dying of some god damned plague."

She shakes her head and brushes bangs out of her face, back behind her ear. "Sure! I bet Jean has the good underwear." Compared to who? Ali has good underwear... never skimp on panties and bras. It's just not worth it.

"We could all go throw popcorn at people at the movie theatre or something." She grins at the belle and squints an eye at the shrillness of her whistle. "You could weaponize that... or rather, I could." She winks and starts out of the kitchen, likely to drop off her notebook before going out to do... whatever!