14253/A Cold, Cold Night

A Cold, Cold Night
Date of Scene:	26 February 2023
Location:	Roof Tower
Synopsis:	A cozy little chat on the roof.
Cast of Characters:	Logan Howlett, Megan Gwynn, Monet St. Croix, Marie-Ange Colbert

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Logan Howlett has posed:
The roof tower of the Scottish Baronial manor that is the Charles Xavier school commands a great view of the grounds. It's cold and cloudy with a dusting of snow over the treetops of the Breakstone Forest. It's barely double digits in terms of the temperature, and it's not surprising that many of the mansion's inhabitants are tucked away somewhere warm for the evening.

Not Logan, though. He leans on the stonework as he looks out towards the lake, a cheap gas station cigar clamped between his teeth. He isn't rugged up against the cold, wearing only a white sleeveless shirt. Despite the chill, there's a vague haze of steam rising off of him as his mutant gift keeps his body temperature at a ninety-eight point six. He taps the end of the cigar, spilling ash down onto the front yard below.

It's peaceful out here.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn comes in from the north, the chilly air causing rolling mists as she breathes, and even dressed in her pea coat and matching hat, she still shivers a bit as she flies a couple of circles around the roof tower. It's a nice day for a flight, but still too chilly to fly much higher than this, but it sure is peaceful up here and she circles about, looking for a good place to land.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
M is flying along and going over to landing over in the area,s weeping around. She doesn't particularly notice the cold. She's not got the sturdiness of the Canadian mutant, but she's resilient to the weather. She goes to glide along with Megan, going in to enjoy the view.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie-Ange Colbert is just that type of person who can be found in the most unusual places sometimes. This is one of those nights. The rooftop patio was not a secret to the seer; she'd seen people use it before, and thought it looked like a nice place to get away for a while. Maybe even perform a rooftop concert on her violin.

Unlike Logan and M, however, she's dressed for t he cold. In fact, she appears to be wearing /two/ coats today. One black, one a bright pink, and a black pom-pom hat atop her head.

Unlike the other girls, though, she makes her approach from below, and one hand reaches out to wave towards the Canadian, being the first that she sees. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Logan! Did you come to enjoy the night air as well?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan has been around the School long enough that flying residents don't do much to phase him. He pulls the cigar from his mouth as he looks up towards the floating forms of Megan and Monet, tipping his head to the side. A healing factor isn't bad, but would it have killed his X-gene to throw in the ability to glide through the air with the greatest of ease?

Eh, he wouldn't want people lookin' up his skirt anyway.

"Nice night for it, Colbie," Logan says to Marie-Ange, winking at her as he lets his attention drift down from the flying folk, "Like to come up here from time to time. When 'Ro ain't all: North winds blow! South winds blow! Typhoons! Hurricanes! Earthquakes!"

The latter is done with a half-assed Elmer Fudd impression.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn spins and twirls and flips through the air, enjoying the rushing wind on her wings as she flutters, her wings a glitter with pink faerie sparkles. That's when she notices Monet close on her tail and she smiles and waves to her, "Heya M! Long time, no see! Wanna race?" she spies Logan and..What's her name again? Marie something? down below, and grins and waves to them too.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to float along, then coming down towards the ground and glancing, "Mister LOgan, good to see you in a better mood." She also makes a point of staying -upwind- from him to help make her snobbishness clear in the matter. "And no thank you, Ms. Gwynn. I can maintain a superior velocity but your teleportation abilities make you capable of outdistancing me by far." Well, honesty there! Monet could hit in the low machs in a straight line.

She would speak over to Marie-Ange, "And I hope that you are doing well yourself." Spoken over in French - Morrocan accented.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie can't help but giggle at Logan's impression of Ororo -- the weather-manipulator certainly does have a flair for the dramatic, after all, so it's not entirely off-point! "Oui... I could see how Madame Monroe's abilities could make coming up here... less than desirable." she admits, inclining her head slightly. "I have found it to be a nice place for stargazing, too."

...or scanning the skies for the sights of flying people, like the one she wouldn't mind seeing right about now...

Letting her own eyes drift up, and spotting not Mary, but Megan and Monet instead, she gives a wave to the pair -- and speaks a French response to Monet. "It is a little cold, but I do not have anything to complain about, Mademoiselle Monet."

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Can't complain," Logan tells Monet with a shrug, gesturing his cigar-holding hand to the sky, "Better'n the Blue Angels. An' please, Logan's just fine. If there's a surname there, I don't know it. Might as well ditch the mister."

He looks around for a silent moment, taking in the sight of everyone suddenly gathering on or around the tower landing.

"Lucky guy. You gals want a nightcap?"

He nods his head towards the half-complete bottle of whisky that sits on the stonework not far from him.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn makes a face at Monet. "Pfffft, you wish! I could totally kick yer arse!" but looks like she's not gonna take the bait, and besides Megs is tired of flying in circles and getting colder by the minute. With a sigh,she descends and lands lightly on the ground near the others. "Sooo what's everybody up to, today? Just enjoying the view or is it a secret meeting?" she jokes.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just glance at Megan, "My own normal maximum velocity is above that which you can achieve. However, your teleportation abilities give you far greater room for movement expoentially so than my own." She would reply over then and glance at Logan.

"No thank you." she doesn't call him Mister Logan at least! "I am glad that you are doing well, Marie-Ange." SHe goes to once again speak in her Morrocan accented French.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie looks at Logan for a long moment; formality is a hallmark of hers. It's been engrained through years of etiquette classes.

On the other hand, so has respecting her elders, and people in authority positions, and there's few more respected around here than Logan.

"As you wish, Mo-- Logan." She's probably gonna trip up a few times, but there's still a little smile.

As far as the offered whiskey? She shakes her head a little. "I cannot. Not until ten more days have passed." See, Marie's a goody-two-shoes. She follows the rules. As long as she knows they exist, anyways. She'd been drinking wine on multiple occasions near her first arrival until someone told her it was illegal in America.

To Megan, she offers a little grin. "Daydreaming, I suppose. It seemed like a nice night to enjoy the stars, oui?" she asks. Then Monet, too, gets a smile. "Merci beaucoup. What of yourself, Mademoiselle Monet? Does tonight find you well?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
"More for Mister Logan, then," the Canadian says to Monet and Marie with a grin, unplugging the bottle and drinking straight from it without any sort of elegance or put-upon graces - that's not who he is, "Aaaaaakh ... that'll beat the step-kids."

He leans back against the crenellated stonework now, resting the bottle of whiskey against his stomach with one hand as he puffs on the cigar with the other.

"So, I know why I'm up here. What's bringing all of you? No jackasses to beat up in town?"

He can't talk. Rumour is he cut one such Jackass's hand off a few weeks back.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn just rolls her eyes at M, totally raring to go regardless. "Bah. One of these days...! I might just surprise you.." although Logan is offering a night cap and she brightens, "Oooh, can't say no to sugar, caffeine..And a little extra!" she grins impishly, Inuit the age for alcohol but one can always hope! she nods to Marie and smiles, "Yeah, the night sky sure is pretty, get a good view of the stars when they come out tonight up here I'm sure.."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
M knows that Marie-Ange is past the drinking age in France, and has French citizenship. So why the girl is going with the inane American age requirement is beyond her. Legal to own an automatic weapon, not able to drink. If the girl wishes to behold herself to those sorts of things, M just will chalk it up to Marie-Ange having gone with what the cards had told her to do.

"I am here for the view, Mister Logan." She goes with it if only to be polite after all! She has to conform to proper social mores. Marie-Ange is from egalitarian Paris, M is from the regimented rich and bureaucrats.

"Your files do not indicate you can breach two thousand kilometers per hour. IF they are in error, have that discrepancy updated."

Managing to brag -and- be smug in the same sentence! Efficiency

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Although, the offer of alcohol does bring a question to Marie's mind. "Logan, you know much of, ah, adult beverages, oui?" she asks, clasping her hands together in thought as she moves to settle onto one of the chairs that have been set up around here. "I turn twenty-one very soon. What would you recommend for my first legal American drink?" She'd normally ask Jenny, but that... wasn't an option.

As for what she's doing up here? "As I said... to enjoy..." she unclasps her hands to wave them in a vaguely upwards direction. "...this. A moment of... not /having/ to do anything amongst classes, and training..." She's been doing a lot of the latter, lately. Combat with T'Challa. Magic with Jennifer Kale. Anything she can sink her teeth into in order to better herself, and prepare for what might come next. "...and spending it among friends is as good as one can get, non?" Pause. "Well. Almost as good." she admits, some redness coming to the redhead's cheeks.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Nice of you to say, Monet, I'm flattered," Logan says with a lop-sided grin, "All natural, too."

He pours a small amount of whisky into the lid of the bottle, handing it over to Meggan to have her share. As he does, his eyes meet Marie's and he cannot help but laugh.

"I drink garbage most of the time, Colbie. When it takes a ton of the stuff to get you buzzed, you learn to stop favouring the top shelf. That said, if you're gonna make it an event, go all out and find yourself an aged Scotch an' share it with the important people."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn just just laughs at Monet, shaking her head, "Haven't tested my limits yet, but maybe you're just chicken to try yours against mine.." she smirks, shaking her head, "Maybe another time..About that night cap.." and then she is offered a bottle of -straight? - whisky? Well she's never drunk the stuff before but gotta look cool, right? "Oooh thanks! Yiure the best!" she chugs down a bit too much, too quickly and coughs and hacks, shoving it back at Logan. "Ack! That's um....Intense!"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just glance over at Megan, "Then I wish you well when you do. Do enjoy your opportunity when it comes to indulge, Marie-Ange. And have a lovely time with whatever you use to preoccupy yourself with." Over to Logan and then to Megan as she goes to fly away.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
A mental note is made. Aged scotch. Drink with the close people. It's good advice. "I assume your powers at play, Logan? Or just a carefully built tolerance?" Marie asks -- around here, it could definitely be either. "I think I might make it an event. Not quite Jennymas," The week-long celebration of one Jennifer Stavros' birthday. Longtime residents might have heard of it! "...but special nonetheless."

Megan's reaction, though, gets her to clasp a hand over her mouth to stifle giggling. After she's composed herself, "...if you do not drink often, take it slow, Mademoiselle. Less is more, n'est-ce pas?"