13569/IDK something about housewarming

IDK something about housewarming
Date of Scene:	14 December 2022
Location:	22B - Tommy's Apartment
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Tommy Shepherd, Bunny Macleod, Gabby Kinney

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Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    One (rescheduled) furniture run was all it took to get Tommy's new apartment ready to go. After all, there's not a whole lot of space, so the purposefully mismatched couch and chair had been the bulk of it all. Well, that and the bed, but he'd just shoved the mattress and box frame right into the loft alcove, so at least there hadn't been a bed frame to haul up there. Throw in some random decor and a shit ton of plants, and that's all Tommy needed.

    Okay, that and a ton of kitchen stuff. Which is where Tommy is now, leaning against the butcher block cart as he stirs something on the stovetop. The whole place smells amazing, which isn't hard given that it's small, but whatever he's cooking smells warm and cinnamon-y and okay actually maybe that's whatever's in the oven, which Tommy pulls out whilst using a towel to protect his fingies. Semi-unsuccessfully, though he manages to transport the baking dish to the lone counter space before he hisses and pulls away, hand flapping in the air. "Fuckin' ouch, what the fuck, I cahn't believe you've done this!"

    Yes, while he's alone, Tommy references old memes to his own great amusement.

    He sticks his hand under the faucet and runs lukewarm water over it for a few seconds before he pulls away to inspect the burn. It's not too serious, thankfully.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    NOT THE FINGIES. ANYTHING BUT THE FINGIES. HE NEEDS THOSE, MA!

    Bunny had managed to squeak all her deliveries early, shaving off an hour of time by finding illegal shortcuts, jumping fences, and in one case delivering something an hour before its time and citing Daylights Savings, Swamp Gas, and a literal alligator in the sewer for the reason why she arrived early. She has what is obviously a second-hand bag from a charity store slung over her shoulder, wearing a brown cap that says 'DELIVERY', a brown shirt with a retro four-color in cream, violet, orange and pink MACLEOD'S MESSENGER SERVICES and a rainbow tutu skirt over thick sky-blue leggings covered with bright white snowmen. They're nice and thick leggings. Does she even own pants?

    She's also in a pair of eye-achingly bright roller skates covered with pineapples.

    "HEllOOOOOOO Tommy!" she calls out from the door, giving a knock after she's cheerily called out.

    Her bright pink hair is in a low pair of pigtails.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Deliveries done, decorations placed, that meant that there were only so many things left to be done to make the place really homey for Tommy. Like house warming gifts!

It was Gabby's first time actually buying housewarming gifts for someone. Sure she'd known Tommy for a bit, but she hadn't been to his place before to know what kind of decorating he liked. So she'd opted for a few 'classic' gifts which she's neatly tucked away in some gift bags to transport.

Spotting Bunny already at the door she cracks a grin and lifts her hand to wave. "Hey, Bunny! Right behind you! Let us iiiin Tommy we're coooold!" Of course she wasn't really, but it was amusing to tease. She'd opted to wear leggings, knee high boots and an oversize red sweater-dress with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The sweater is decorated with a green Christmas tree that is adorned with pompoms and sequins as decorations. This *may* have been a DIY decoration kit.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "DOOR'S OPEN!" Tommy yells, probably louder than is necessary since it's only one thin wall between him and the front door. But then he sighs and turns off the faucet, running at superspeed in the tiny U necessary to pass from his kitchen, through the living room, and into the hallway to the door. Then he's back in the kitchen so fast that Bunny and Gabby are greeted with a door swinging open... and no one on the other side.

    Because whatever's on the pot needs tending, apparently. "Come in, take your shoes off!" The place is warm, at least, the little window unit pumping out plenty of hot air. The freshly-mounted television is on and playing a random YouTube playlist of songs... set at 4x speed. It sounds hella weird.

    Tommy appears at the entrance of the kitchen (AKA he took two steps from the stove) with a spatula in his hand that he's apparently using as a wang-jangler, judging by the reddish brown goop on the end. "You can find something on," he says, pointing to his laptop on the couch, which is apparently casting to the tv. "And set it to normal speed," he adds after a moment. Then he's back at the stove.

    After what was long enough for Tommy to have an entire mental conversation with himself about his recipe, but what is probably no more than a moment or two from Bunny and Gabby's perspective, he also adds, "Uh, welcome to my place?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    These little apartments are crazy thin-walled. Bunny knew from experience and she gives a cry of "No don't let Gabby in she's caught UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERRRR!" she states, but as the door swings open, she hops the little threshold and skates a foot or two, pausing a moment with one foot up on two wheels, her lips pursed and she looks down.

    "... doooooo skates count as shoes?" she questions, but she gives a bright grin.

    "I picked up a coupla housey-warmin' things. I hope you don't mind!" she states, and does attempt to skate further into the apartment without removing the skates in question.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney throws her arms wide allowing her loose sleeves to drape like bat wings around her. Or maybe like flying squirrel wings, they weren't THAT large. "Muaha! M'urr Crimmis!" She cries out while prancing on tiptoes into the apartment. The bag dangling from one wrist swings and nearly smacks into the doorway as she enters. It's saved with a quick yank that instead smacks it into her side which was much softer and less fragile than whatever was in the bag, apparently.

"Just be glad you never got to see my old t-shirt collection. I kind of outgrew them." A pause before she clarifies, "Size-wise not personality-wise, I still love my laser-eye-kitty-kaijus." She pauses in the door to stoop and unzip her boots. She'd learned long ago zippers were a godsend in footwear of that size.

"Pretty sure they count, Bunny. I got you gifts too, Tommy!" Standing again, boots tucked against the wall, she loses a good inch and a half while padding around in her her fuzzy white socks that were designed like snowmen. The boots had hidden the horrible truth.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    The immediate answer of "Yes," is maybe going to take the wind out of Bunny's sails... or maybe the wheels off of her skates?

    Either way, that's Tommy's answer, though he doesn't pop out of the kitchen to check. Even though he's dying to see this infamous ugly Christmas sweater in person. He himself, when glimpsed in the kitchen, is wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, which shows off the last traces of the farmer's tan he got over the summer. "Laser-eye-kitty-kaijus sounds dope," he says as he wang-jangles the pot on the stove with his poor-replacement wang-jangler. "I made cinnamon rolls. And, uh, I was gonna make chili this morning so that we could have it for dinner but it's probably not gonna be ready for an hour or two still, I mean it was supposed to like simmer and cook down all day but I got distracted learning about how cinnamon is harvested and then I made my own puff pastry and I kinda... forgot."

    Up until that last word where he took a deliberate pause beforehand, Tommy's words had started to kinda smash together. He puts the lid back on the pot, sets his bad wang-jangler down, and then turns so he can motion to the cinnamon rolls. "So I guess we're doing dessert first, dinner later, and shit, you guys didn't have to get me nothin'!"

    The Jersey accent maybe came out a bit there, and Tommy's blushing as he rubs the back of his neck. "Thanks, though. That's really nice of you both."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    For a moment, just a moment, Bunny is the same height as Gabby.

    And she gives an angry huff in her short-sleeves (she was lacking a jacket! It's cold out!) and then she draws down to undo her skates.

    "I'm with Tommy. Laser-eye-kitty-kaijus could only be improved by one thing --" she states, and she hops out of her skates, and is a full two-and-a-quarter-inches shorter than Gabby.

    "Lllllaaaaaser eye kitty Kaijus in SPAAAACE!" she calls out, throwing her hands up, waggling them around a moment.

    She's tiny.

    "I for one welcome my simmamin wrolls." she states with a bright smile.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins at Bunny only to stare... and clap her hands together with a little squeal of delight as she gets SHORTER than her. Reaching out she pats the top of Bunny's head a single time as she grins ear to ear. "So smol! Sorry it's usually me that is," she points out with a warm laugh. "And yes kitty kaiju in space would be more awesome."

Turning toward Tommy to display full Ugly Christmas Sweater in it's glory, she lifts the bag to offer out toward him. "Nah, I don't get to celebrate little things often, lemme be happy for you and celebrate darnit. I got enough spare cash laying around to buy some gifts." A pause and she deadpans, "Oh no I must eat sweets what ever will I do." It's followed with a wink for Tommy. Clearly she wasn't upset at all.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    There's a moment, a visible, normal-human-speed moment, where Tommy's head slowly tips downwards. Readjusting to the height disparity between him and Gabby, and now more obviously Bunny, too. He opens his mouth, clearly intending to comment... and then thinks better of it. Instead, with a quick application of super speed, two steaming hot cinnamon rolls appear on plates. They're so fresh that the cream cheese icing is still visibly melting down the sides, and he presents a plate to each of them. "I think next time I might try orange rolls. I remember my ma--."

    He stops, frowns, and then shakes his head. "I remember having them Christmas morning when I was little."

    Then he takes one look at Gabby's sweater, lets out a huff of laughter, and spins on his heel to march back into the kitchen. "Let me get us some drinks!"

    The sound of the fridge opening follows, and then there's the crunch crunch of ice being scooped out of the freezer.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "BUILT LOW TO THE GROUND FOR SPEED BITCHES." Bunny calls out, but her usual attempt to sack-tap is not going to work on account of Gabby is a martial artist and Tommy has superspeed.
    So instead she sets her second-chance store bags on the floor, as much as out of the way as she could get them, and she grabs her plate of cinnamon roll goodness and gives a manic bit of giggling.

    "Oh man it is so nice to have someone cook for me for once." she comments quietly, in spite of the short jokes, and she just grins as she peels off the side of one, and then looks over to Tommy.

    Her nose crinkles a moment.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Great punching height too." Bunny wasn't the only one that had used that move in the past. It came in handy, especially when people didn't realize you knew how to properly throw a punch in the first place. Weapons not even needed in that case.

Her own bags are set down near the ones Bunny put down which leaves her hands free to accept the plate with a cinnamon roll too. "Oooh nice." Bunny's reaction earns a look as well as a grin. "I love when people cook for me! ... Unless it's Laura." For a moment she gets a thousand yard stare letting her eyes slip out of focus at the wall. "She likes to 'test' me by putting poison in food." A little shake of her head is given ridding herself of that thought. She knew Laura meant well but sometimes the constant testing was ... old. And insulting. Her healing factor was *just fine.*

The roll is lifted to take a nibble with a little 'mmMMMM' of enjoyment as she jiggles from foot to foot in a happy little food dance. "This is *great* Tommy."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy reappears swiftly with, uh, two glasses of ice. "Yeah I totally forgot to actually ask what you both wanted to drink," he says, smiling in a slightly awkward ways, eyebrows furrowed. "New to the whole housewarming thing. So we got, uh... water. And... water with bubbles, if you're down with seltzer?" Once the orders from his very limited beverage menu are made, he backsteps and gets them. Water from the tap (it's New York water!) or a satisfying crack of a can, depending.

    He tilts his head towards Bunny as he drops off the bevs, then returns to the kitchen at speed to get his own cinnamon roll + seltzer combo. Then he claims the chaise portion of the couch, sinking into the lounge of a homeowner (well... home-renter).

    "I didn't put much any peppers into the chili since Bunny doesn't like spicy stuff, and wait you actually mean poison, don't you?" Tommy shoots a glance out of the corner of his eye towards Gabby before he goes right for the center bit of his roll, sticky fingers be damned. "Yeah it is," he agrees, polite enough to at least socket the food into his cheek before answering. Then he goes back to devouring. Yum yum.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Wait... wait, Laura, looks like you, but no scars? MOre serious face? BURNING HOT SAUCE ON PIZZA?" Bunny blinks a moment as she gets a Thousand Yard Stare.

    "I made a delivery for her. After that ninja chick broke my ankle." she explains, and she accepts a seltzer (does she trust the pipes? DOES SHE TRUST THE PIPES?)

    And Bunny gives a small smile.

    "Yeah, I'm kinda a wuss when it comes to spicy stuff. She made a map in hotsauce on a pizza so we could dispose of the evidence and... uh... I nearly frickin /died/." she sticks her tongue out.

    "I'll just eat the rest of the cinaminnium roles, you can have all the chili." she states, peeling off another layer of flakey cinnamon roll goodness.

    "So, you had orange rolls on Christmas morning too?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney snap-points at Tommy's realization before Bunny gives further information causing her to nod as well. "Oh yeah. Hot sauce on everything. She makes her own and I'm pretty sure it's against the Geneva Convention judging by the fumes." Grinning awkwardly she adds, "She used to lure me out to the woods where she'd set up pit fall traps while setting up a sniper perch. To test my skills and 'keep me on my toes.' And yeah, we look alike. I'm her clone. Only my batch got the asshole that liked to cut us up to 'tell us apart.'" That was the excuse but she knew better.

Licking some of the icing off her fingertips she accepts her regular water, and she heads for the couch to plop down on it. "No problem. I like some spice but I can live without it." As the conversation shifts to orange rolls though she just falls silent allowing the two to bond. Christmas mornings weren't something she had a lot of experience with.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy has seltzer too, but that's just because he loves seltzer. His eyes shift back and forth between Gabby and Bunny as they discuss this mysterious sister figure, and he cracks a brief smile while watching the two of them. It's also good that they're talking because it means he can chow down (at a relatively normal speed, even!) uninterrupted. It probably comes as no surprise that by the time Bunny comes back to him, his plate is empty.

    And his fingers are licked clean. "Uh, yeah," he says as he rolls off the table, seltzer joining the other drinks on the tray atop the ottoman so that he can take his plate into the kitchen to rinse. Yes yes, he also washes his hands, don't worry. "My ma would make them for us, first couple of years after she and my dad split. She'd have coffee and I'd have hot chocolate and..." He drifts off there, staring intently at the fridge as he rubs a dish towel between his hands.

    Finally, the towel gets hooked back on the fridge door's handle, and he puts his hands on his hips. "Didn't last, though, so I guess it's not a tradition or anything. Just a thing that happened."

    He rejoins on the couch and pulls his laptop over to himself so that he can find something to put on in the background. Eventually he settles on one of those low-fi beats to study to streams.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "... my mom would make them for us too. One of the few times of year she'd cook. She'd have to make like, six trays because between eight kids eight little orange rolls don't go very far." Bunny gives a bright smile, and she flops to the floor to make sure there is plenty of room on the couch, making herself as small as possible, licking her index finger and thumb to make sure it's not sticky. It works somewhat.

    She wrinkles her nose a moment, and tilts her head back "Unless Bastian threw it, then they went pretty far in a physical manner. Typically into Bobby's mouth. Barry and Benny I think are too young, and Betty, Trixie and I had to be perfect ladies 'cause that's how dad wanted us ta be, yaknow? An' Beth-Anne was still really little. She might not remember it." she recalls, and then looks to Gabby.

    "Mean bastard to make you guys get scarred up to tell you apart. Hope he's fuckin' dead."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney has taken to tearing off little bits of the cinnamon roll eating it slower than the others. She was enjoying it, and it gave her an excuse not to jump in on the Christmas tradition conversation. All she ends up remarking is, "Things always change as people grow up. Doesn't mean they aren't good memories from those times." A slight shrug is offered.

"Oh yeah, he's probably dead. Left him in a zombie infested lab we blew up behind him. By 'we' I mean my friends, I was a bit out of it at the time. Not really upset about it though," she finishes with a little shrug.

As Tommy chooses the music to listen to she hops up from the couch again to go to the bags. Both hers, and Bunny's are brought over to thrust at Tommy. "Here open them!" She encourages with a grin. Best way to change the subject? She hoped so. Inside her bag was a very nice potted succulent and some useful things like door stops to help secure the apartment a bit more.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Fuck that guy," Tommy echoes, a good solid sentiment that doesn't delve too deep into Gabby's trauma. Even if she'd brought it up, he doesn't want to make it his business, not without a thousand percent certainty that she really wants to talk about it.

    And maybe that's his own bias there, because Tommy never wants to talk about his own stuff. He's projecting.

    He lifts a hand to point to the armchair. "Buns, you don't have to sit on the floor. And trust me you're gonna love this chair." It's one of those "so cushiony you sink right into it" deals. Sure it's jammed into the corner and you have to slink around the ottoman to get to it (same as with most of the seating positions on the couch) but that's New York living life for you if you're not bougie rich.

    Now they're onto gifts, which Tommy still looks vaguely embarrassed by, his cheeks heating up as he gathers what Gabby brings to him. "Okay okay," he says as he starts tearing through tissue paper to get at the prizes within.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny also feels embarrassed, pushing her 'Thank You For Your Purchase!' smiley-face bags towards Tommy's feet as she shrugs her shoulders. "I don't mind sitting on the floor, I'm close to it!" she cracks a joke about her own shortness, but she stands up, and goes to sit in the chair, cross-legged and watches as Tommy opens gifts.

    Hers are second-hand. Some super colorful but stupendeously ugly 1980's orange and goldenrod potholders and oven mits. Sonic the Hedgehog kitchen towels with 'GOTTA GO FAST!' on them. A steel rolling pin, and a fridge magnet with a happy looking little old lady poppet. That looks handmade and new.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Doesn't mean you have to sit on the floor," Gabby has to agree with Tommy in regards to Bunny's choice of chairs. "No siblings here, you don't have to battle for softness. Even someone that can't feel aches and pains can attest to soft equals good," she assures with a grin. Ah, but then the presents come out.

While used, Bunny's are definitely useful. The one in Gabby's bags are new, but not necessarily very great either. There's a little succulent tray with three in there (real ones) for a window sill, a peppercorn grinder, and a rubber doorstop. It was New York there was always need for doorstops to help bolster security just a bit. "Wasn't really sure what to get you for a house warming," she mumbles awkwardly.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    The Sonic the Hedgehog towels are immediately latched onto. It's not hard to tell what Tommy's favorite thing is in Bunny's gift. "These are sick!" he says, cackling as he leaps off the couch to go swap out the kitchen towel for these new ones. The potholders, too, find a place in one of the drawers, definitely necessary. He did just burn his fingies, after all.

    The other things are tucked away where they should go in a surprising display of adultiness for Tommy: the rolling pin in the tall container holding his other cooking utensils on the butcher block, and then the magnet... well, on the fridge.

    This of course takes no more than a couple of seconds, as Tommy's going faster-than-human (but not fast enough to cause more than a faint breeze in the apartment). He's back in time to open Gabby's presents.

    And here his plant gayness comes out. He doesn't make a big show of it, but his eyes light up when he pulls out the succulents, and he pauses to look around, considering where they might best live. Though he makes a second trip into the kitchen to deposit the pepper grinder, another thing he didn't have yet. "Thanks, both of you. I know it's not much but it means a lot to me to have my own place after, uh, everything. And having you two here makes it even better."

    The last thing is the door stop, which he holds up with a grin. "You know I can blow things up with my mind, right?" Still, it goes where it's supposed to go, at the front door, before Tommy finally sits down, with final finality. And his seltzer.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "But I don't mind -- oh never--" Bunny mutters, but she lights up as TOmmy cackles over the Sonic the Hedgehog kitchen towels. They were such a stupid niche item that she got the set for a buck.

    "Hey, it's important to give people stuff they'll use on a housewarming! My other idea was like, a giftcard for pizza but that only goes so far -- those dishtowels will last at least until someone accidentally sets them on fire." she points out with a grin.

    And then Tommy announces --

    "YOU. CAN. WHAT. Whaaaaat. No. No no no, you an blow things up with your mind?! Are you for serious right now?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney waggles her fingers at the doorstop with amusement. "That's to keep OTHER people out. No need to make anything easy for a potential criminal and sometimes the basics are pretty darn good. Can't lock pick a doorstop." Sure there were other things you could do to get around one, but only if you knew it was there.

Bunny's reaction to the whole 'blowing things up' possibility causes her to crack a bright grin. It wasn't really new to her, and hearing such things were par for the course these days, but that would have been her a year or two ago. "He's kind of halfway fibbing, but..." she glances across to Tommy still grinning ear-to-ear. "I'll leave that for him to reveal."

It occurs to her after another moment of thought, "Have I ever showed you my claws? I can't remember."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Psh, am not. You can tack on 'with my mind' to anything you do because that's how brains work, anyway," Tommy points out. He folds the bags up, returning them to their original owners, because all of their contents have already been put into their place.

    Well, everything except the succulents. He's still meditating on the best place for them.

    Relaxing back on the couch, Tommy puts his arms behind his head. "I'll keep it in place, even if it's just so both of you don't worry about me," he says of the doorstop. And then he sits back up as Gabby offers to reveal her claws. Which he's seen before, but he still adds an enthusiastic, "Hell yeah," to the offer.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "That's not doing something with your mind in the spirit of the phrase, Tomathan Shepherd!" Bunny protests from the super squishy seat. And she makes a face, her eyes going wide as she turns to Gabby and squeaks out "Wait, you got CLAWS? And he blows things up with his mind in a manner of speakin', and all I got are my pretty shields. That make me go all headachey if I use 'em too much. Aw Gawd I'm laaaame." she flops to the side, one leg coming up over the arm of the chair and she sits in a very not-lady-like manner specifically to show how cool she is not. "I'm always gonna be the odd one out."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney chuckles a bit at the pair. Tommy gets an eyebrow lifting, but Bunny beats her to reprimanding him for linguistic semantics. Her hands do lift even as she shakes her head a bit. "You just need more practice. I know some people that do shieldy stuff like that and they're pretty awesome. Just in how they use them, and are creative with them. Illyana can use them to walk on into the air for hers." As well as teleport but... regardless she was trying to offer some support and advice to be 'cooler' since Bunny seems upset about it.

She's barely thinking about it when she flips her hands around to display the back of her fists. A quick little flex of muscle comes as she clenches her hands, and the claws shhkkt out on display. One large claw for each hand like she was flipping someone off. There's a small blue cast to it, as if it were glowing, but in the light of the room it's hard to tell for certain. "The healing factor and claws are pretty much part of my family powers, so to speak. The lack of pain is what the labs did to me. And they're enchanted to help against supernatural critters by my sister which is why they kinda glow."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy nods. "Or imagine skating on your shields. Lots of possibilities, just gotta practice. And we can help, y'know, run interference or patch you up when you get knocked down or something."

    He provides a backing "ooooooooh" when the claws come out, and then Tommy's eyes are darting back and forth between Bunny and Gabby for the reaction.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    BUnny is gobsmacked.

    She palm-up points to Gabby, looks to Tommy and squeaks out

    "SEE THAT IS FREAKIN' COOL AS CRAP." she points out.

    She really wants to poke at the claws, but that's probably a bad idea and involves getting too close to stabbidy-doos.

    "Naw, all I mean is that I'm the lame third wheel, it's cool though. Neither of you roller skate as good as me." she states, attempting to ooze confidence. It's not really oozing as much as melting.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney relaxes the muscles allowing the claws to sink back into her hands. She does it slowly so the pair can fully see though usually she didn't bother to do so. It's clear they were actually sunken into her forearms, and not just out the back of her hands from no where. The bone resided somewhere when it wasn't out. The small smudge of blood that coats the backs of her hands is wiped off with the paper towel napkin from earlier so she doesn't make a mess accidentally.

"I'm not gonna say it isn't cool, because it is... but that doesn't mean other powers are lame. You've got skills, and you weren't even trained to use your powers like some people got the chance for."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Here, Tommy can only nod in agreement. Because it's true. It's freakin' cool as crap. Game respects game.

    "You're not a third wheel, anyway. And I wasn't trying to make you feel that way, Gabby and I have just been friends for a little bit longer, that's all," he says.

    He's aiming for comforting, as much as he struggles with that sort of thing. And if he were closer, he'd reach over to squeeze Bunny's shoulder or something. But as it is he can only shake his head at her. "You can project force fields. With your mind! That's got a lot of possibilities, more than what I can do does."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Well, yeah, mine kinna spontateously errupted when some gangs decided they didn't like having to share turf. Had to protect Benny, Barry and Beth." Bunny replies quietly, and she takes a deep breath, and then lets it out evenly.

    "Sorry, didn't mean to go all maudlin on everyone there. It's your party, Tommy. And you're both cool as anything. Just different circumstances is all. 'Cause I gotta be honest, dipping a toe into all this stuff?" she loks up in earnest. "I'm glad you guys found me and thought I was cool enough to hang around."