13080/Rogue's Spooky Campsite

Rogue's Spooky Campsite
Date of Scene:	15 October 2022
Location:	Wilderness Campsites
Synopsis:	Rogue invites a bunch of students and other weirdos from Xaviers to the woods. STuff happens!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Monet St. Croix, Rahne Sinclair, Illyana Rasputina, Kitty Pryde, Jubilation Lee, Tabitha Smith, Noriko Ashida, Roberto da Costa

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Rogue has posed:
Being that it's mid-October, the autumn ambience has really began to settle in to the forest around Breakstone lake. With some trees turning the traditional autumnal colors, and the rest just mixing in amongst them, offering a greatly beautiful vista in all directions while those from Xaviers School nearby setup their tents, and camp equipment.

Now though, with two campsites set up, one for the younger students who have come out to join the faculty, and one for said faculty, there's a nice level of chatter and music filling up the early evening woods too, surely annoying all the animals that call this area their perma homes!

There's a fire going in the stone-encircled firepit, there's food being cooked, and drinks being handed out, with the tents all setup, and the lake just down a grassy hillside to the east, things are quite nice in the moment.

"It's gonna be in the upper thirties tonight." Rogue says from her seat beside the fire, after getting it started up. "But, that won't be till mornin'. It'll probably be mid 40s most of the night." She's telling those within earshot, dressed in a flannel shirt over a tshirt, and blue jeans covering her lower half. She's got a drink already, and is watching the fire as it flickers within the pit.

The kids in the adjacent campsite are shouting, and laughing, playing their music loudly on multiple devices, and everyone seems to be having a gay-old-time, so to speak.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet is one of those for whom this has little to no interest. It's something she never did while growing up. It was not cultural for where she was from. Nor did she have the time for it even if there was any passing interest. But it's something over to do with the school and that she's told she needs to do this 'socializing' thing over wiht.

So maintaining her disdain down to 'minimal' for once for the ease of company, the algerian mutant is sitting over agaisnt one of the trees, after having spent a few moments to make sure there was nothing over on it that might put her outfit over in any state of peril.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
There is a perfect opening for a wolf to be here. Fur protects from the elements, and all that kind of stuff. But Rahne hasn't gone that route, having missed the hayride and feeling bad about that she's instead trying to be present and helpful. Gasp.

With a batch of cookies that she only burnt a little, the small redhead is wandring around offering them to the kids. She hasn't really any idea what to do socially, but she's being this weird background helper instead.

She's wearing a sheet and is dressed for halloween, so it's just about possible that she might not be recognized. But her slumped posture is a bit of a giveaway.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
If anyone asked her, Illyana might confess she prefers autumn to the other seasons. The cold bite of the air and the fresh colours remind her of better things. Tractors alone are autumn's drawbacks, harvest-time calling for the hateful wheeled beasts. She comes toting a bag from Trader Joe's, another from a French supermarche, and a third holding several pre-toasted sticks poking over her shoulder.

"Was I supposed to bring apples?" Query floats in. "I bring treats. This is best for camping and outdoor things, isn't it?"

Marshmallows, chocolate, and waffle cones laid flat and thick are her version of s'more fixings, along with a few other bits that work very well for tasty treats. Going outside to a firepit is probably more in the vein of survival mode in Limbo, but entertainment matters and Tabitha's always telling her to get out more.

"Will this be okay?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
The light inside of one of the tents shows a woman's silhouette. She reaches down and picks up something and then walks towards the zipped up tent flap. And then walks right through it, Kitty phasing herself out of the tent with Lockheed in her arms.

Kitty is wearing jeans and a pair of short boots, with a warm looking sweater overtop. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail as it often is. "I've got some cider that's pretty strong and should heat up nicely," she says. "Hey Illy," Kitty offers to her old friend, moving over to give her a quick sidehug if allowed. "Oh that looks good," she says of the snacks.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    A lone figure stalks in the woods. A predator. A fiend. A monster. It moves quickly, smoothly, as though her entire body is a living poem, each limb graceful, each movement careful and precise and, yet, silky and indulgent. It brings a foul presence. Something unnerving. Just... a vague feeling that something isn't right. Animals of all kinds would be alerted to the approach if it wasn't so late...

    Shadows bend and stretch as the monster gets closer to the campfires. Who is it? What is it? It's horrible. It's awful. It's scary. It's...

    "It's me, Jubilee," she announces, now suddenly standing there just outside the circle for the not-kids campfire. She sounds uneasy, as though she's not sure where she belongs. She's not a teacher, yet not a student. Besides, there's still a standing bet between Billy So-And-So and Johnny Whozit on which of them is brave enough to plant a wet one on the vampire's cheek and, frankly, she's in no mood for that, tonight.

    Jubilee's mouth twitches, ever so slightly, as she fights against that burning instinct to hiss and snarl at the sight of the campfire. Her mouth curls upwards, jaw lowered, so the fire can get a good look at her razor sharp fangs. So the fire can know she means business! But, Jubilation sloooowly curls it into an expression similar to an awkward kid's smile on picture day at school. Some part of her, deep down, needs to destroy that fire and all who enjoy it. But, then there's the same old Jubilee in there, too, who is absolutely-positively-ready-to-get-her-spook-on. Unfortunately, this internal fight produces a Wednesday Addams level smile. It's terrible.

    "Oh, look, snacks!" she announces, just in time for her to turn away from the campfire and its many riddles and challenges, and cheerily head that way. Jubilee rummages through the offerings from beginning to end. "Unbelievable," she mutters, having found nothing there that falls within her unique dietary restrictions.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tha aforementioned blonde is often more likely to enjoy creature comforts but sometimes the semblence of roughing it is nice enough. Having been on kid wrangling duty till others could come and take over. Mostly some of the older more responsible types.

Tabby did at least trudge some more coolers out and about, one for the kids, all full of soda. The other while plenty carbonatedis maybe half beer and other booze.

The blonde dtrudting up with Jerome Badonk Smith beside her. The X-Donk not even offering to help the girl.

Or most likely Tabby does not like burdening. Ripped knees kn her old charcoal gray Levi's scuffed black workboots and a cropped XAVIER's hoodie in yellow with red text. Despite the chilly air Tabby does still have that midriff and abs that need showing off. Her ever preset cateye frames and a spiky red collar on her neck representing her accessorising while wild thick blonde hair cascades about her shoulders.

A bushell of carrots hanging from a pocket in her pants leading her adopted bonkey friend to the campsite while she trudges with the weight of oh so much ice and liquid.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
Where does Jubilation belong?  Right next to Noriko, or, well, it'd be nice if Noriko was right next to the young vampire, but she's been nowhere oddly.  The food has yet to be ravaged by the speedster.

"I got you," a familiar voice comes from behind Jubes, the tone warm and laid back.  Noriko gently taps the bottom of a drinking pouch that looks suspiciously like a Capris Sun on Jubilation's shoulder to announce her presence.  She steps closer, resting a smooth part of her gauntlet over Jube's shoulder to dangle the pouch in her view.

The pouch is warm.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is looking up from the chair-shaped log she's seated on beside the fire as others are gathering up now. She's got a grin on her face, and is motioning toward where the other campsite is. "They got a bobblin for apples bucket setup over there, but I think they're just stabbin' them with knives." Damn kids! "More treats'n food is always welcome though. Trader Joe's especially!"

Raising her drink up for a sip then, Rogue hears Jeepers growling, and she turns to see Jubilee appear from the treeline, Jeepers chasing her announcement with a bark, but Rogue thwaps him on the back of his head, then tosses a dog biscuit toward the hill down to the lake, which the dog chases after it, his tail wagging wildly!

"Nice ghost costume." Rogue says to Rahne, spying her shoes sticking out the bottom of it.

Over in the other campsite, a loud male hollaring wail can be heard, followed by a high school boy in his underpants swinging on a roape swing out toward the water, with a bunch of the other High Schoolers shouting and cheering him on, as he splashes down in to the very cold water, only to be heard screaming at how cold it is moments later!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet would glance over at Rahne, "Ah, shouldn't you be something else? I would think that your little corner of the world would have something a bit more original and fitting for this particular event." She would idly judge the other girl because that was what she did!

Glancing at Jubilee, "And this is your favorite time of year, isn't it? You can get all those sugary cereals and drinks you wish."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"I dinna want to be that," Rahne's voice says from under her sheet. Instead she just offers one of few remaining choco chip cookies to Rogue and Monet, then turns to look pathetic at the new arrivals.

It's not exactly her top effort, and she actually stumbles a bit on her own sheet. A moment later there's a splash, and the 'bobbing for apples' gets a super new prize for anyhone brave enough to keep trying!

Wet dog smell btw.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"I thought you would like something sweet, but not too sweet. American candy bars are the worst," Illyana asides to Kitty, as not to interrupt anyone else's enjoyments of said tooth rottingly sweet chocolate. The reusable bags are treated canvas, slid down to rest on the crook of her elbow. She seems not to be perturbed by the mass, though she looks askance at the shadows.

Her eyes flicker with cold fire, made an icy copper. The fault of genetics. Nothing she particularly tries to bend. "You can tear these open if you want." The marshmallows are in a French package, branded to be acceptable to some kind of person who likes lavender or creamy fluff, maybe strawberry or matcha. Marshmallows of many flavours, that's her contribution.

No apples, check. Better to not look sidelong at a barrel full of water, another pastime that has no cultural connection for the pale blonde. She weaves past Tabitha, offering a passing, "You come bearing gifts, much more fun than Trojans. No horse."

The ghost gets a second look. She looks back to see who might let on it's Rahne until the sheet announces herself and tears off at a distance. "--or wolf? Boo, Rahne! Terrorize their neighbourhood!"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde sees the ghost starting to tumble over and raises a hand as if to help but she's too far away. And lacking telekinesis or anything else that might stop Rahne from toppling into the water.

Kitty winces and mumbles something to Lockheed. The little purple dragon takes flight, flapping twice then gliding over to Rahne. Once above her he flaps a few more times to hover and lowers himself down until he can grasp one of her shoulders with his feet. He flaps hard then, pulling her up and out of the water.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto da Costa walks up from the lake casually, chatting on the phone, "Well, Mayor March all the arrangements have been made. I mean, the facility is about to be completed and ready for transport and allthe necessary anchor sites are acquired. Yes, the Park Row property is still in review but I've seen the report and have a plan in place to respond. My team is working on it, enjoy your soiree, sir. This is going to be a win on several levels. Good night, Mayor." Berto nods to the young man by his side and drops him off at the kids fire chatting with a few of the students. Berto then makes his way towards the older kids fire. He is dressed in a pair of dark jeans, stylish but rugged hiking boots and an anorak. He walks up in time to help Lockheed retreice the prize. "Ola, Menina. Do you require some assistance?" Roberto is already warming the air around Rahne to help her dry off.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Illyana my favorite Mage ever! You should try Australian stuff! No corn syrup, all cane sugar." Tabby states and grins. When the Zeta beams are working she has actually made the hop to the island continent.

"You guys are gonna dig the hell out of what I'm working on this year." she adds when she sees rahne head for and then eventually fall into the apple bobbing. Between that, and hearing someone screach with the cold water Tabby sets the coolers down and hugs gher arms against her chest in sympathy while her fingers are stuck locked into place and cramped from dragging iceboxes.

The growls of Jeepers and thr bribes on doggos gets Jerome a carrot and a head nuzzle before letting him go do what he wants. Which is trot over to the younger kids.

They'll fawn over him. The gray furred burro trotting past Jubilee and Noriko rather fearllessly. That donl seen some stuff over his years and vampires clearly don't phase the former entertainment animal.

Roberto turning up even gets grins. "I coulda done that. You know a towel does work!" she states and sits herself down close to the fire the older folks gather around. Maybe a little closer that she should but the only danger she's in is burrning clothes. "You'd think an Appalachian would be used to the cold weather. But noooooooooo!" she jokes at her own expense.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation's head snaps in the direction of the growl. Jeepers must be a Fleeb, she's sure of it. This was a mistake, she thinks. Better go. Why did she leave the grounds on an empty stomach? Why did she come at all? There's Jeepers, sure, but he's running off like a dope. That campfire, though, is still there. Burning. Crackling. Taunting her and her flammability. Can Fahrenheit Van Helsing be trusted? Dangers are on all sides. Rahne's a wolf, one of her kind's many sworn enemies. And, of course, Kitty brought Lockheed, who could turn her into a pile of ash with just one burp. And then there's Illyana. She's just scary!

    Jubilee tenses a little, shifts slightly, as though she's going to make a run for it. But! There's that familiar scent, that comfort, that much-needed anchor back to reality. Jubes relaxes a little and grins, leaning back against Noriko just a little. The plastic pouch is taken from Noriko just before Jubilee plants a chaste peck of affection on the speedster's cheek. "Thanks," she whispers.

    With that second wind in place, Jubilation leads the way, broadcasting no end of confidence and energy she just pulled out of nowhere, walking past the donkey like it's not the weirdest thing happening tonight. "Well, Tabby, I'm glad to see you're finally settling down," Jubilation jokes, one side of her mouth curling upward as she finds a spot in the circle around the campfire that allows space for someone beside her. "He smells better than the last one."

    Unlike the others, Jubes isn't dressed like it's October. She just wears a pair of black spandex shorts, white sneakers, and a bright yellow tank top. Dark Ray Ban sunglasses are, of course, worn. "And what's that supposed to mean, Monet?" Jubilee asks, manufacturing a slightly snobby tone for the response. "I mean, the days are getting shorter, so, that's a plus, right?" She closes her mouth and smiles over at Monet, all good fun.

    "That sounds like Roberto," Jubilee announces for anyone who might hear. She leans back to get a look over her shoulder and, yes, it's Roberto. "Well well well."

Rogue has posed:
With Jeepers and the Donkey bringing some animalistic party nature to the lake's shoreline, where the High Schoolers are laughing at their friend who splashed down in to the lake, there's already a rapidly growing sense of things getting a little wild around here tonight. BUT, there's no alcohol, at least on the student's side, so how wild could it really get?

Rogue winces at Rahne stepping in the apple bucket, and can't help but laugh a bit then. "Someone's gonna have soggy socks all night now." She chides the other before she stands up and walks over to one of the tables setup where she gathers up a guitar.

"And now... I play bad guitar music, and entertain all of you with how amateur I am at this." She says before strumming on its strings.

"And heya, Roberto." She tells the man on the phone. "YOu're not gonna get any pumpkin carvin' done if you are closin' international deals on that thing." The Belle states.

More guitar strumming as she puts one foot up on a pumpkin.

"This is my Vampire song, I dedicated to Spandex Shorts." Rogue says as she grins at Jubilee at Noriko.

And then, Rogue starts singing a non-sensical song, while poorly performing on the guitar, hey she's new to it!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a wince over from Monet with an expression of 'please someone stop her'. She looks over at Kitty with a pleading look. "Please phase that into the ground. She isn't even intoxicated yet and it's going to get worse." She whines over while making a face at things.

Then glancing over at Jubilee, "Why, I would presume if at all by reputation then all such things would vastly appeal to you. Everything with sugar infused."

Noriko Ashida has posed:
Noriko is also oddly dressed for the current weather, a pair of casual, neon green nylon running shorts one might find at a bargain brand store or sold at a shop sandwiched in between a liquor store and a place that sells unbranded luggage in a metropolitan city.  Thin, cheap, short material, and kind of billowy in cut on the Japanese girl's frame.  The rest of her attire pretty much stays within the same budget range.  A ribbed dusty gray tank top and her strange blue and orange kicks.

The speedster's lips pull back into an easy smile at the peck and the immediate shift in the mercurial vampire's mood.  Mission accomplished.  Noriko's been to enough of these school events now as a Staff member to know that no one will be thinking of what to provide for the vampire, how it should be maintained, and so on.  Might as well be a vegan at a southern wedding reception.

As Jubes begins to socialize with people around them, Noriko remains quiet and collects a plate of food in the background, but keeps pausing back in place in little tableaus of movement to try and pay attention.  But what Monet says /does/ get her attention, and a hard look from the speedster.  "Are you for real?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
There's sputtering and many hands of assistance: you didn't think that the kids would just ignore someone falling into the barrel did you? The appearance of a mini-dragon to help is cheered on, and moments later the wet girl Rahne is looking horrid outside of the water instead of within it.

She wraps herself up in her arms, her general appreciation, and a bad 'wet look' hairstyle that does nothing for her already mediocre self.

But she's not alone, a small scaly head rubbing against her cheek and Roberto taking he from the kids' hands to dry her off. And no, Jubilee, this isn't the great werewolf threat to be afraid of. It's just clumsy and kind of embarrased.

Though she whispers 'thank you' to Roberto, with a gentle pinch at the hem of his pants. Just to be touching someone.

Apex predator, yup. Oh, and she has bare feet. She usually does.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Pumpkin carving?" Illyana mouths Rogue's suggestion. Fringe of her icy bangs swept back, she looks from the auburn mutant to Roberto. "That sounds more my speed. Anyone want a gourd?" She does not need a knife for the obvious reason, knives otherwise being a waste of time when she has a better option at hand whenever she likes.

She eases around the campsite, giving Jubilee a bit more space. The bag of marshmallows needs to be put down among other treats, along with the s'more sticks and the remaining ingredients. Hers is a kind of pacing measured by sharp intent.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde sees that Rahne isn't going to drown, and then turns to go over and get the cider that she brought. She pours it into a ceramic container and then finds a good spot on the fire to start it to warming.

"A S'more sounds fantastic, Illyana," Kitty tells her Russian friend. She goes to cut herself a branch, whittling the end to clean it as she returns. A marshmallow goes on the end and then she takes a seat by the fire to start lightly browning the sweet treat.

"How's Piotr doing?" Kitty asks Illy. "Haven't talked to him in awhile," she says. "Has he been getting in much time with his artwork?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue continues to strum her guitar as she pauses in the middle of her Vampire song... considering more lyrics...

"What rhymes with "Noriko's Pet Vampire'" She mostly asks herself while stepping down off of that giant pumpkin at the collection of them on a table between the campsites.

There's a couple of already carved pumpkins resting on the table, with one introverted Mutant kid sitting there, wearing glasses, and suspenders, and carving away, pictures of his favorite cartoon characters. 'Max Poulridge' being his name. Or 'Mad Max' as some of the students call the kid, due to him being kind of... on the spectrum. He's using his fingers to just make parts of the pumpkin faces go away, that being his mutation... able to just de-materialize things that he touches at-will. He's already carved up a pair of South Park characters, and is now doing one of the Iron Giant.

The teenagers down at the lake are still laughing, as one of the girls gets yanked in to the lake with the others wading around on its edge.

"There's lake monsters down here!" Someone can be heard shouting, Jeepers running by with his tail wagging, and a teenager's shoe in his mouth!

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"You know Jubes, Warpath has super hearing." Tabby states wit a smirk to Jubilee in response to the current male she's devoting attention to compared to the last one. The blonde plunking herself down grabbing one of those carrot and with a little small blaze of plasma at the blunt end severs the green stalk and then chomps on it like she's about to Updoc on some in a wascawwy manner.

There is a hand waved at offer of a gourd though. "There's gotta be a few jokes about me being off these but hey. Instant Jack O'lanterns." she states and adds a hand clap and open palm gesture to indicate she's ready to catch for Illyana.

"You guys ever try making s'mores with oreos?" she suggests with that carrot held like a cigar. At least no one has actually exploded yet.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's another look of almost raw pain going over on the face of Monet over as she would wince once more. Can't someone disarm Rogue before she goes further? The sound of someone proclaiming there's monsters in the water gets her musing and calling out.

"Then you should definitely go on the next winter break. I'm sure that you would find the results fulfilling." Once she's gotten in her latest wave of smugness she's clearly feeling better.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto da Costa is focused on assisting Rahne in a way that she's comfortable with, "Didn't think it was a test, and a towel wasn't available." Roberto pulls off his anorak and offers the dry garment to Rahne, leaving himself in just a dark red long sleeve shirt." He nods about, "Hello , Everyone, I hope you are all well?" Berto quirks a smile to Rogue, "Your customs are still so strange to me." Roberto ruffles the red heads hair with a good natured grin, some small amount of steam rising as he dries her hair back to spiky perfection. The snort when Kitty asks Yana about Piotr is very quiet but still audible.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation stares flatly at Monet as she apparently taunts her with the distant memories of sugary cereals. The vampiress' thoughts are usually vague, ethereal and distant, as though she's really just acting entirely from some kind of subconscious place, which might just be totally bland and boring to those attuned to experience the thoughts of others. But, now? There's a brief explosion of images that flicker through Jubilee's mind. Monet's head being spun around to the left. Crunch. Monet's head being spun around to the right. Crunch. Monet being drawn-and-quartered by Jeepers, Donkey Smith, Rogue's Pickup Truck, and Pony. Crunchcrunchcrunchcrunch. But... those fiery embers of hate seem to go out on their own, just as quick as they arrived.

    Jubilation's only response to Monet is one of those shluuucky sounds made by sucking her tongue against her teeth. "...No, Monet, I, uh, don't really eat that stuff anymore," she responds as good-natured as she can before looking over at the tension escalating within Noriko. A slight smile, a tilt of her head, as though she's trying to communicate something. Something like 'it's all good in the hood' or 'turn that frown upside down' or 'relax... nothing rhymes with relax.'

    Rogue's announcement that her song is dedicated to Jubilee's shorts-or-something captures Jubilation's attention, tugs at her own vanity. And then she hears it. And grimaces. "Rogue, Rogue, stop! Someone put two extra strings on your ukulele!" she cries out, grinning from ear-to-ear. "It's never going to sound good with those on there!" Whatever mirth and good cheer Jubilee has managed to find is broken up with subtle, though frequent glances in Illyana's direction.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Given how horrible Rahne's hair is at its best she's basically given up on it at this point. Spikey isn't any worse than normal, and at least her head is warm. She whispers ow nice it is to see Roberto, trying not to be noticed too much.

But then, she says, "Thinkin of tryin ta be a counselor for th school," hoping to be heard by the ones who are close. She lowers her eyes. Not a lot of confidence in the decision. "Maybe. Or teach the young ones."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana's demons sing far worse than Rogue ever could, though she'd have a rapt audience if some evil taskmistress let them properly run amok. They must be denied now, and only hear about the chaotic cacophony secondhand. Limbo burns and suffers for insolence, or mostly because no one needs a procession of chorusing monsters.

Once she has everything set down, the distracted blonde finally takes a moment to practice the kind of muscles she doesn't use every night in a workout or every day keeping the legions of the damned in check. Other damned; her own know better. Socializing. It's a terror. Tabitha at least makes this easier. She can be on the receiving end of a tossed pumpkin. "Da, and snickerdoodles and those caramel cookies. It burnt, but worth the fingers. How is James, anyway? We could have asked him to lug out a box from Costco. Mm. Maybe this is a good idea, taste testing the best?"

Her shoulders twitch back and she says, "I am sorry, Kitty. Did not mean to overlook your question. Things are well. Stable." The odd expression at that statement isn't unlike her, but bemused more than actually confused. "Piotr probably will start hibernating in Yuri's borscht hut or start planting a new forest soon. He is happiest when he has purpose. I am when smiling dangerously at people and making them question my motive, it seems."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Going to pick up thoughts coming over Monet would go to just smile over at the other girl. Then going to speka to Jubilee telepathically <<My, my, what an imagination you have Ms. Lee. I thought at the very least if you were going to try and murder and vivisect me you should do so a bit more creatively. Turning to mist inside of my lungs and choking me to death, or perhaps exploding from within.. Phasing me somewhere in the upper atmosphere or into the ground.. Having me consumed by animals.. I'm rather disappointed by your lack of creativity and investment in violence. One would almost think you were going soft.>>
    Monet is clearly relaxed and not phased in the slightest <<Then perhaps you should simply have a telepath link your mind over to someone else consuming it. Fire off the proper neurons and it's the same thing.>>

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby finally picks herself up to go grab herself a beer from one of the coolers, using her belt buckle to pop the lid with a his and a flex of her abdomen to lean over enough to do the trick with no upending the amber goodness till she's ready to drink.

Heading back to her spot. "Rogue, I think that guitar playing constitutes a war crime somewhere. And the rhyme? "Horrible, yet inspire!" she suggestsv finally. Sometimes that scatter brain of hers hits the wrong beats. Vengeance for all the times the beats hit her.

Finally the pumpkin is caught and Tabby cradles it in her lap. She doesn't need a knife, well she probably does but that little tiny compressed stream of plasma can cut through pumpkin meat more easily thaan steel. At least it smells nice in that roast pumpkin way. "Getting for Halloween but smells like Thanksgiving!" she says while taking the top of the pumpkin off so insides can be scooped out and thrown into the fire and add to the smell. A carrot goes in there too so it can smell like a roast dinner a bit more.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde finishes browning her marshmallow, getting graham crackers and chocolate to put together into a s'more. "I'll have to try to drop in on him and see how he is," Kitty tells Illyana. But then she hears Rahne and Kitty perks up with interest.

The Jewish girl rises, taking her little plate with the s'more with her as she walks over to join Rahne and Roberto. "We could definitely use some help," says the guidance counselor. "Especially as I've been thinking about getting some more IT work in the city. Probably not full time, but definitely would need more help."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looks down at her guitar when it's strings are called in to question. She has to push her draping hair out of the way then when she looks back up, and smirks at the Vampire. "This is an adult's instrument. See? There's a difference." She fires back before stepping over to her original seating locale, and putting one booted foot up on its edge now.

Strum strum strum.

Down at the Lake, Jeepers comes running back by now, this time with a whole sweater hanging by its sleeve in his mouth, and some teenager voice shouting. "He stole my shirt! Get him!" Being heard as the dog just runs by again in the other direction toward the North this time!

"Look!" Mad Max says, holding up his pumpkin and aiming it toward the 'adults'. He's carved a striking picture of Stewie Griffin giving the middle finger.

Rogue sees this, and sighs. "I told Jean I'd make sure everyone behaved out here too..." The Belle mutters before looking down at her finger placement on the too-many-strings.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The little redhead nods. She looks at Lockheed, at Tabitha, Illyana and Roberto. At Rogue, Nori and even Jubes. Then she looks back at Kitty, and says, "Well, if th qualification is to listen to others, an' care?" She pauses, then smiles a little. It's a good smile. "I'm overqualified."

Then she strokes Lockheed's little cheek, clearly enamoured with the guy.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
Ignored.  IGNORED!  "She's just going to stand there," Noriko comments, not realizing that Monet /is/ responding, just not to her.  The girl's expression darkens and her eyes jump to Jubilation.  She hasn't touched her comically piled high plate of food yet, but somehow effortlessly nothing drops from it.

Noriko is also oblivious of the darkened thoughts that have shrouded Jubilation's mind.  THE THINGS YOU MAKE PONY DO JUBES!

The one thing that doesn't get past Noriko though are the stolen glances to Illyana's vicinity.  She steps between the vampire and the monster hunter, ruining her view while she eats...no, ate...something.  She wasn't paying attention enough, but she definitely stuffed something down there.  "I get the distinct sensation that I'm out of the loop."  And she has all the patience of a gnat.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Would be good. He needs to be pulled out sometimes. We all do. Except Logan, it is not so good to go in there and poke him." Illyana's no fool when it comes to the scariest of the Wolverines, since the original doesn't usually get distracted by Hell Lords bearing various diverting gifts.

She weighs up a rather round pumpkin against a larger one with a taller face but rough backside. Maybe it needs some attention. She picks the stranger one, and lobs the other into motion at Mad Max with his rude pumpkin. He gets the choice of either catching the round gourd or being smacked by it. "Keep it acceptable for younger students, da? You want to make wicked creations, you come to Limbo for Hallowe'en parties meant for almost-adults and you can make them as bad or ferocious as you want. Or cute but rude. Maybe Tabby should make that one smoulder?"

Her smile has teeth. But, somehow, she's amused. Maybe that's worse; that smile actually -is- kind of happy.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto da Costa raises an eyebrow as Kitty arrives but nods and smiles to Rahne, "I think you have a lotbof experience to share and I know that you are an excellent listener. They'd be lucky to have you." He smiles to Rahne and nods to Kitty. Roberto chuckles, and shrugs his gaze wandering down the hill towards the kids camp looking a bit concerned.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "I guess I just don't have as much experience as you do with Adult Instruments, Rogue..." Jubilee replies, grinning a fangy smile in Rogue's direction. She never learned how to retract the fangs. No one taught her. Or she forgot how. Or both. She follows Rogue's attention to the Stewie Griffin Pumpkin and shrugs one shoulder. "Rogue, I think it's time to re-calibrate what you think 'well-behaved' means..." The school's reputation for nonsense must be taken into account.

    Jubilee's smile comes and goes, it seems. She suddenly flickers into a blank, annoyed expression as Monet St. Croix invades her thoughts. A more mature woman would recognize that she's being taunted and the right thing to do is to smile and laugh it off. Jubilee is not that mature woman. "Knock it off, Monet!" she shouts suddenly in response to the telepath's decision to invade her thoughts. It probably comes way out of nowhere to anyone else. Just Jubilee shouting at Monet for no reason. She stands abruptly, one hand curled into a fist, as though such a demonstration might help. But, really, she's just at Monet's mercy.

    There are dangerous forces Monet St. Croix is messing with here. Outwardly, she's just Jubilee, but really... there's something else too. Fortunately, all that comes out of this is an under-the-breath muttering. "You're the worst," Jubes mutters as she struts right-on-past Monet, the source of her ire, and instead directs her attention towards Rahne. It's totally Rahne and she's not a wolf and this isn't an Abbot and Costello movie. "Rahne!" Jubilee calls out. "You would be /awesome/ at it. Like, c'mon. But it's not like anyone's going to let Kitty near their computer, though..." She tilts her head in the counselor's direction, but then reconsiders it. "Then again... it's not like they'd even know." A bit of honor paid to Kitty's 1337 h4x0r skillz.

    Jubilee's path takes her right past the kid carving the foul Stewie Griffin pumpkin that has Rogue all bent out of shape. "That's a very cute baby," Jubilee whispers, leaning down a little all-close-like. A very cute baby is not at all what he was going for, she imagines. Jubilee stands up straight and saunters back over to Noriko, even whistling a little as she drops a personal touch of horror in that little kid's night. He carved a baby on a pumpkin. That's not badass!

    "Nori, Nori, it's alright. She's just..." Jubilation keeps her voice soft, just for the speedster's ears. "...Well..." Blinkblinkblink. There's really nothing kind she can say, so... Jubes brings the plastic pouch of absolutely-yes-that's-fruit-punch up to her mouth and tears off the corner. She starts slurp-slurp-slurping down its contents as fast as she can. A dark red streak dribbles from her mouth down her chin. "Did you catch Tabby's new boyf?" she asks, grinning a bit, her teeth stained.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"He's been busy doing his thing working about the school, running Sion for Betsy. But haven't chatted in a while. Think the last time was when I got stabbed in that undersea base. At least I didn't get chewed on or other nasty stuff by animals when we got there finally." Tabby admits and shudders at some bad memories.

Once enough cumpkin is scooped out and flunk into the fire, Tabby grins and uses a large plasma flame to just burn away the last bits of pumpkin gunk and seeds.

Whether or not Tabby is picking up Jubilee's thoughts or not or if she can, she's not telling anyone.

The warning about keeping the carvings relatively non dirty get a giggle. "I'll save the dirty art for limbo. I swear, I'm not broadcasting again am I?" she mock pouts while she wiggles her hand back in the pumpkin. The inside of the pumpkin does indead smolder. But the looks aren't quite that good. It's mostly a bad attempt at plasma torching out something that should look scary but just ends up looking more stoned than Tabitha sometimes gets. What design skill she has doesn'y lend itself to every art medium.

At least it is safe for work.

Jubes gets a roll of her eyes. "Fur, hairbaby. I'm Jerome's mama Jubes. He'd be a better boyfriend than most though. I mean Jimmy, Sam, and Illyana here top the list of exes with Xi'an and Dani cause not boys. Wow that list is getting big. Decent exes that is. Shitty exes. ugh, Makes my orrbital bones aach thinking about them.

"I need more beer." she states solemnly whilke setting the pumpkin down in front of her feet.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne goes quiet when complimented. It's just something that she does. She nibbles on her own lip, then sniffs the air, scenting blood. She pauses, then gives what appears to be a smile. And then? Then she's gone, having done something and gone into the bushes. To do something.

She's heard the rumours. But seeing it in person is still disturbing. Either that or she had to pee. It's hard to tell without confronting her face to face, but honestly even Nori has had issues catching Rahne when she wants privacy.

Wolfgirl out. See you on halloween.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smirks at the words from Jubilee, and then glances over to the table with the pumpkin carving tools. She grins at Illyana. "Show Maxi how t'carve up a real scary pumpkin t'keep them demons away." She tells the Queen of them there Demons.

Her green eyes then shoot back over to Jubilee next, who gets a 'strum strum strum' on the guitar, her slim chin raised up then some as she tries to suss-out all the ins-and-outs of the Vampire Duchess' words. There's always some kinda hidden jab in them! Always!

"I suppose it could be worse... people could---"

Rogue cuts herself off as one of the kids down at the lake is carrying a giant branch ripped off a tree down toward the water, because it's on fire.

"God damnit." Rogue mutters, setting her guitar down and going down toward the sloped grassy hillside. "No fires!" Rogue shouts, her voice echoing off the trees, and across the lake.

The burning branch is thrown in to the water, causing it to sizzle and smoke as it goes out. The heavy-set Senior who threw it just turns around and shrugs at Rogue atop the hill. "I was just putting out fires the others ones set!" He fires back, pointing at the other kids.

"I'm gonna regret this whole 'teacher' thing." Rogue mutters then, pushing her hair behind her ears as she starts to stomp toward the trouble makers... who used to be HER, once upon a time!

With night fall settling in now, there's a nice creepy fog coming in off the water too, pushing toward the shoreline, and up toward the campsites.

The sound of a nearby hooting owl can be heard too, somewhere in the trees that the Vampire emerged from earlier.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
For a speedster, Noriko has spent a godforsaken amount of time staring Monet down with that pouty, judgmental frown of hers.  It isn't until Jubilation rounds back to her that she's dislodged from the moment, standing on the edge of doing something, or thinking about doing something.

Noriko draws in a deep breath and lets the tension dissipate and fade away.  "Huh?-" She turns to locate the new 'beau,' and then erupts in a fit of laughter.  "Did you guys meet at a little kid's birthday party?  Maybe there was a little Pin the Tail being played?"

When there is a mention of more beer, Noriko sighs.  Her eyes slip toward the 'Capris Sun' pouch, keeping an eye on how much is left.  Noriko struggles a little with a napkin with her gauntlets and ends up just inexpertly wadding it up to hold it as she dabs away the trickle of Jube's dinner.  "You..had something there," she says softly and grins.  There's a blip and she's back without the bloodied napkin.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto da Costa laughs and follows Rogue down to the lake shore, "I do remember when that was us." He adds offhand. The fog is thicker and cold spreads away from Roberto. "You don't generally put out fires with fires."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Noriko's joke about the lewd session of Pin The Tail sends the vampiress into her own fit of giggles, little droplets of, uh, fruit punch spraying into the air. It's very un-duchesslike.

    Jubilee's laughter putters out as she draws closer to Noriko, as if there's no one else around, taking to the speedster's touch like a bug to a zapper. But, then she backs off a little. Maybe it's the sudden discomfort caused by not being alone, or perhaps the embarrassment of being a kid whose mother is wiping off their cheek with a spit-soaked napkin. Or, maybe it's the possibility that...

    "You're being a total Renfield..." Jubilee whispers, perhaps to Noriko, perhaps to herself as she realizes this for the first time. Context clues might make it clear that it's a little bit of derogatory vampire slang. There's no mistaking it, though. When Jubes was hungry and cranky about the snacks, there was Nori with a plastic pouch. When she was getting the brunt of Monet's attitude, there was Noriko with a stiff expression. And now, here she is with a little bit of her dinner dribbling down her chin, Nori totally ready with the napkin. Jubilation takes a sudden stumble back from Noriko, staring at the speedster, eyebrows hiked up above the rims of her sunglasses. Has she accidentally glamoured Noriko? Is she engaged to a Renfield?

    "C'mon, we gotta talk," is Jubilation's decision. She grabs one of the speedster's gauntlets and marches towards one somewhere private. "We'll be back!" she announces.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Spring Break before last summer. In Cancun" Tabby snappoints at Noriko and grins at her playfully. There's also a wink. "I rescued him and his lovely human co-star from a bad time on the streets. Jerome in turn, helped us rescue a bunch of kids from very bad people that made Jerome and his friend's abusers look weaksauce. My boy is practically a full X-Man, earned his spot in the stables with all the big horsies." Tabby recounts.

"Now he gets all the carrots and love and stuff he wants. spends like half his day being brushed by everyone that goes into the stable. I think the stallions get jealous." she states. "But you would be if the new guy got to avoid having teenaged girls climbing all over him unlike yourself. All the hugs, no bridles." she points out.

The pumpkin in front oif her gets lit up, a few twigs and a small flame of plasma. A sign of how much finesse Tabby has with her powers lights up the derpy face carved out and singed.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto da Costa frowns at Tabby, "... was that before or after you were on my yacht?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"After!" Tabby quickly answers Roberto. "Warren got jealous of yours and hauled out his own. We still stayed on yours. It was totes nicer!"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue offers a reserved laugh to Roberto as he joins her on the edge of the Student Campsite. "Yeah... I still wanna cause hell too, admittedly." She mutters to him as she eyes the nare-do-wells causing the trouble. "Come on, you jerks! We're gonna get the food ready, and then tell some spooky stories!" Rogue shouts at the gathering of varied-aged-different students, who start to head their way. One of them speaks up. "Only thing spooky is Rogue without makeup." He tests the young teacher, who just smirks at him. "I'm gonna make sure the best stuff is your food, Zeppelski." The Belle fires back as she turns to walk back toward the Adult Campsite.

With the fog rolling in, there's more of a eerie element to the night too, and that pesky owl is still shooting off its hooters from the treeline.

Back at the Adult Campsite now, Rogue motions toward the food table. "Okay, lets get all this cookin' and ready foar story time, then I'll get back to entertainin' all of ya with my expert musical talents, in the absence of Dazzler."