13228/A Lowkey Halloween

A Lowkey Halloween
Date of Scene:	31 October 2022
Location:	Out and About New York City
Synopsis:	Henry joins Priscilla for birthday celebrations, but it is a low key affair. He learns much more about his fellow Doctor though.
Cast of Characters:	Priscilla Camilleri, Henry McCoy

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Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla had asked a few days earlier if he'd like to partake in Halloween shenanigans with her. And he had accepted! She'd been all bundled up and waiting outside Artios for Henry to meet her. It's not hard to locate her. She's wearing the heels and the half mask that looks like something the goth version of the playboy bunnies would wear. As for the rest of the outfit, that is a mystery given the coat that she is wearing over it.

Her makeup is down in that mysterious smokey eye and crimson lips. Something of her favorite color. There's a few people that stop and talk to her as she awaits her date for the evening, but they don't stick around for long once pleasantries are exchanged given it's Halloween night and people have parties to get to.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It was a time for fun, a time to dress up and be someone you are not. Tonight, Henry is dressed as the Genie! Blue harem pants, curl-toed slippers and a rhinestone-bedazzled vest! He's all smiles, arriving to meet the good doctor for fun. He pauses upon seeing her.

"Dr. Camilleri, you look stunning." He offers over, nearing the woman and those around her. "I feel that I have failed to live up to your cosutuming skills."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla had been looking for that bright cobalt in the dreariness of the day and there is a smile when she sees Henry approaching. His costume is taken in and there's a bright and warm smile, "You look wonderful. The Genie was always a favorite of mine." she tells him as he nears her.

Then there's a softer smile, "Thank you. I just found some old pieces I used over the last few years to put this together." she motions to herself. Those heels have to hurt. "No, don't be silly! You look wonderful!" she assures him. "Sooo..." she starts, "I was thinking of dinner and enjoying some of the Halloween atmosphere, then back to my place for cake and watching a movie?" she asks him if the iternary of the evening is alright. "I took tomorrow of for recovery." she grins to that.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a bow with a flourish from Henry, the man grinning cheekily. "You ain't never had a friend like me, Priscilla." He teases, doing his best impersonation of Robin Williams' performance. Standing upright, he nods to her.

"It works well, especially on you." He assures, regarding her choice of costume. "Dinner, then... haunted houses? Trick or Treating?" He grins. "And yes, cake and movies would be excellent to top off the evening." His arm is extended to her. "I'll let you lead the way? Did we need to make reservations somewhere?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla giggles at that, "Mmm, I can imagine I've not had a friend like you before, but I am happy that the role is filled now." the woman tells him. The golden eyes of hers looking him over, then back to his face. There's a little grin, "I didn't wear the mask at work. Didn't want anyone to complain really." she laughs at that. "Hmm, I think a haunted house might be fun. I've not been one in years." she admits.

"My friend made me a divine looking cake for my birthday. It's all stored at home and just awaiting its demise." she muses to that. "And no, I have dinner reservations already. I hope that is alright? We can order tickets for haunted house online with most places." she explains. "Do you mind being driven? My driver has made himself available for the evening." she adds.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a grin. "I am happy to be filling that role, of course." Henry winks to her, patting her hand. "It sounds like we have a plan, then. Dinner, frights, then cake and movies." A nod of his head, looking about.

"What sort of cake is it? I certainly don't mind you making reservations already, I feel a bit aghast that I didn't think to do so." A slight frown. "I'll endeavor to do so in the future." A winning smile. "I can order the tickets as we're driven? I don't mind being chauferred."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look to him and there's a softer smile given to him, "I'm glad that you are happy, Henry." she tells him. "I think that sounds like a wonderful night." she tells him. She moves though, heading towards the black BMW that is waiting not too far away. The man that was behind the wheel has slipped out to open the door for them, "My Lady, Doctor McCoy." he greets them.

"Oh, the cake is vanilla with cherries and creme pat. Pretty simple, but she's one of the best bakers that I know." she grins to that. "It was a last minute sort of affair, I'm generally home for my birthday, but my mom and dad were traveling." she muses to that. She then slips into the car after thanking the man that opened the door.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He follows her to the car, letting her enter first, of course. A nod to the driver. "Thank you." He comments, as the door is opened. He climbs in after Priscilla, relaxing in the backseat - trying not to crowd her.

He blinks as he settles in. "Your birthday... damnation, I knew I forgot to get a gift." He says, quietly. "How can I make it up to you, Priscilla?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla looks all comfortable as she settles back against the seat and then gives a smile over to Henry as he slides in next to her. Or well, in the back seat with her. She reaches over to give his hand a little warm squeeze, "Thank you for coming out with me tonight." she tells him in a warm tone.

Then there's a grin, "I did not tell you it was my birthday as I didn't want you to feel an obligation to accepting my invitation or feel the need to get me a gift, Henry. Your presence is gift enough for me." she admits. She then gives the driver the name of the place they are going. It's rather fancy and pricey, so it'll be good.

She looks back over to Henry, "You don't need to make anything up to me. When is your birthday? So that I can put it on my calendar and not miss it next time?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
His hand clasps hers as they both get comfortable in the backseet. "Of course. I am happy to come out with you, Priscilla." Henry assured. "Fair enough, I still feel it should be something to celebrate - we can put candles on your cake?" He suggests, hrming a bit. "Mine is the 17th of October. We just passed it."

"So, did you ever feel a bit odd having your birthday on All Hallow's Eve? Did it ever cause trouble?" He grins. "Mischief on your birthday and all?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look over to him as the driver pulls off. Her golden eyes watching him as he speaks. She gives a nod to him, "We are going to celebrate." she grins to that. "And yes, we can do candles." she tells him as she lets her fingers curl with his.

"I've always felt a bit odd having it on that day, but Americans have commercialized what Halloween is. In most countries it's not like this." she admits. "But I like the trick or treating and all of that. It's something I didn't get to do and when I have kids some day I want to take them." she smiles to that. "I like to dress up for Halloween though." she admits.

"Had I known your birthday was the same weekend as Vegas I would have given you a proper present." she points out with a grin.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A grin at her mention that they were going to celebrate. "I shall do everything in my power to ensure your day is a special one." Henry comments. His other hand pats the top of her's. "Consider me your genie." The man teases.

"Where did you grow up then, Priscilla?" He wonders, shifting a bit in the seat to better face her. A wide smile as she mentions kids and taking them trick-or-treating. "It would be a grand time, yes. I enjoy seeing all the happiness and fun frights that the children experience. It's a glorious evening, generally. It's when people misbehave that sours it for the rest of the world." He chuckles.

A slight blush. "I think you have given me a fantastic present, in your company."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a smile to him, "You're very sweet to me." she tells him. It's not a bad thing at all. When he says consider me your genie there is an impish glance given to him and a bite to her lower lip to keep herself from telling a saucy joke. "I'm glad that you're my genie, Henry." she tells him.

"I was born in Malta. Spent a lot of time between London and Valletta given family things." she tells him. "I have dual citizenship, so I tend to come and go...or well, that was until we opened the new branch here." she admits.

She looks to him, "Do you want to have kids, Henry?" she asks him. "If...that is too personal you don't have to answer." she adds.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He can almost imagine the joke she's going to say. A sly grin and a nod. "Of course. I will grant wishes and everything - well, within reason." A laugh from Henry. "Malta. I don't believe I've ever been there." The man thinks. "They have you tied to the office, then?" A grin.

At the question of children, the man pauses. "I would like to, one day. I am getting older - but I always will have concerns about their health." A smile. Clearly not concerned about mutations. "With so many variables in genetics, it's... an amazing miracle when we as a race concieve."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a grin to him, "We'll see about those wishes later." she states. "Malta is very beautiful. I think you'd like it there." she admits to that. "I'm the face of the company so I'll be stationed here until we open another branch, but that's probably not going to be awhile...or ever, we have a lot of space here." she tells him.

She gives a soft nod at his answer, "That is understandable on that, Henry." she tells him softly. She gives his hand a little squeeze, "I have not done a lot of studies related to mutant genes, but it is something that I have debated branching off, but don't want to...step on toes." she admits.

Then there is the slowing of the car as they pull up to the curb where their dinner is to be.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a chuckle. "I doubt you would step on toes, Priscilla. So long as your studies were for the betterment of mutantkind." He assures. "I will have to see about visiting there, some time then. I tend to be able to get around a bit easier than others - friends in the right places." He laughs.

"Mutations can be passed along from parents - or can take a whole different path for the child. Or not appear at all." A wry grin. "It's ... fascinating, honestly." As the car slows, he looks to the window. "I suspect we're here, Priscilla." A pause. "Did you want children?" He asks, before they disembark the car.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look to him as the car stops and there's a soft smile, "This is us, yes." she tells him. She does give a look to him, "Henry, I'm a Mutant Ally, I'd never do anything to harm one in any sort of way." she tells him. It's sincere. Then there's a nod, "Well...maybe you'll have reasons to visit sometime in the future." she states with a smile.

She listens as he speaks on mutations and the information is taken to heart, "I trust that that is something future parents can talk about at length when speaking on children." she nods to him. Then there's a bit of a softer look that comes over her face, "I do want children, yes." she admits. "And I will have to have an heir eventually." she states as the driver comes around to open the door, allowing Henry out first.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The man steps out, offering his hand to her to help her out - it's polite, after all. "I did not suspect you were against mutantkind, Priscilla." The man muses. "It's just a caveat I offer over, out of habit." Henry explains. "In all my talks on science, I do need to caution some people. Motives are often hard to deduce - and I'd rather be safe than sorrry, if you understand?" A sheepish smile.

"I suspect it would be a conversation that would need to be had, yes. Depending on the parents, of course." He muses, offering over his arm to her to walk alongside. "An heir? Pass down the family titles?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla reaches out and takes his hand, leveraging herself out of the car, wearing the heels she is it helps. She listens to him speak and there is a smile to him, "You're very protective and good at educating people. I'm glad that you look out for people as you do." she tells him softly. "And yes, most of us are not mind readers, so trying to follow emotions or motives sometimes is impossible." she agrees with that.

She tucks her hand into the crook of his arm and gives a warm smile to him, "Yes, depending on the parents." she nods. "Yes, to pass down titles. I'm my parents only child and their heir. So when my father passes I'll take on the title of Countess." she explains.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A proud grin at that. "I try to be. If I act in the way I'd like to see others act, it sets a good example, correct?" Henry chuckles. "I know a few mind readers, and they generally don't go prying." THe man assures. "Body language can only say so much - one does have to listen to the words spoken, inflection... all that."

A low bow then, to her. "Do I need to correct my titles of you? Is there a proper etiquette for being on your arm for the evening?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look to him, "I think if other people acted like you there might be a bit more understanding." she explains. "I'm glad your friends won't pry, though I'm pretty sure if they read my mind around you they might regret it." she chuckles. "I like to think I can read body language pretty well sometimes. It comes in handy in the board room." she admits to that.

When he bows she blushes, "Don't do that." she whispers to him. "No, you don't need to correct anything." she shakes her head at that. "You're doing fine just being you." she winks at him. "Don't fret on it." she adds.