14563/Queen In Residence

Queen In Residence
Date of Scene:	31 March 2023
Location:	Main Kitchen
Synopsis:	Some of the X-Women chat late night in the kitchen on romance.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Lorna Dane, Noriko Ashida, Illyana Rasputina

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's sometime late in the evening. Sometimes people go down for late night snacks. Other times they go to the ktichen when they missed some meals and are looking to get things. Or at just going to cook something for whatever reason when the area isn't crowded.

Tonight, Monet is mostly grabbing a late night snack of something that for whatever reason she doesn't have in her room.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Speaking of late night snacks, Lorna shuffled into the main kitchen some time ago and is seated on top of the counter with her back against one of the hanging cabinets. "Heya Monet." Lorna says as she quickly moves her hands and hides the tub of ice cream she was eating from beind her back. "Fancy meeting you at this... hour."

Noriko Ashida has posed:
There's a sudden clatter from the main cupboard that is accompanied by a loud BANG as two metal gauntlets (in the form of fists) tear through the drywall and then snap through wood paneling in the kitchen about average waist height.

A beat later, "Shit!"  The gauntlets retreat just as quickly, spraying some splinters.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana needs something to eat that isn't demon made or pre-processed. Not much difference exists between the two. Her talents for making anything edible end around 'borscht' and pick up again at 'ask someone else to do it.' Hence, the hopes there may be food worth scrounging in the fridge.

The kitchen is big enough for a small guerrilla army to function. Another blonde drifting in might not by itself draw notice, but the New World Order tee and ripped black jeans suggest she just fled a concert. "She did it," she reports to Lorna, pointing in the nearest person's direction. If it's not a passing spider hustling out of there, it's Noriko.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance at Lorna, "Ms. Dane. I hope that all is well. It's good tohave you present in the Mansion. I'm not sure, are you currently teaching or active within the faculty?" Head snapping over to the sudden clattering and then relaxing as she would recognize the voice. "NOriko, were you drilling to get in there?" She wasn't aware the girl -could- phase. "Or did you get lost?"

Then turning to the demon queen. "Mrs. Rasputitin-Strange. I hope that all is well with you."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna with her hidden ice cream and suspicious silver spoon sitting in her hand, suddenly flies out of her grip and clatters to the countertop and then rattles all the way to the tile floor. A scream accompanies her startle and she nearly falls off the countertop. "Gahd damnit!" She mumbles as she looks down at the spoon on the floor beneath her feet covered in black socks that go up under her Yoshi themed pajama pants.

    "What the hell Noriko?" She asks, but then looks at Illyana and shakes her head, "I'm not a teach- what she said." Lorna says with a thumb towards Monet before using the same hand to open her palm up above the dropped spoon and summon it back up into her grip.

    "Also-" Lorna stops and looks at Nori, shakes her head in disbelief, and then follows her sight to Illyana, "Did you get married too?! What the fuck ladies?"

Noriko Ashida has posed:
"I was taking a nap," in the cupboard?  Yes.  Did Noriko maybe perhaps stretch her arms through the wall?  Yes.  Yes she did.

"I work here Monet.  Could you drum up an assumption a little less insulting to your intelligence?" the notoriously barbed speedster replies casually as if she believes Monet to be much better than that.

There's a little blip to the imagery of Noriko when she suddenly has a piece of paper and a sharpie, marking out the words, "CAREFUL! SPLINTERS! -<3 NORI P.S. YOUR TURN JAMIE!"

"Still just engaged, but soon, yeah."  Noriko loops her metal thumb joint through a chain around her neck to pull out the ring she keeps there.  It hangs around for a one and a half pendulum swings before it vanishes beneath her shirt again.  "It's cool I do everything," she says with a smirk and a glance to Illyana.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Who decides to bust through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man? Noriko has style about breaking and entering, entirely different from Limbo's dreaded queen of demons and Russian whites. Chips and splinters harmlessly deflect off the cabinets, the floor, and one of her boots. Another fragment sticks in her hair, poking up like a demented bunny ear. She clearly doesn't notice.

Frivolity and Illyana rarely visit one another's kingdoms.

No need to offer help for Noriko can probably figure her way out of a cupboard if she got herself in there. Tick-tock; the ring on a chain doesn't hypnotize her. She follows it though, like one of those hauntingly creepy Felix the Cat clocks.

"What is best in the fridge?" The inquiry of Lorna has a languid drawl. Yoshi pajama pants are lost on her, but the magic of ice cream, much less so. Russian kids don't believe it's real until they reach the West. "When you enter legal arrangements with someone, the state sanctions that you fuck this partner. Sometimes people do this even before they get a license and paper, da?" Someone needle scratch the record, she's telling a joke. An imposter. Monet, hit her.

"Da, I married. Why so shocking?" Don't ask about ID. Don't do it.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would take a moment to fold her arms together and give a light M-level glare at Noriko with an 'of course' cocked eyebrow over at it. "I presume that you'll also be handling any sort of cleanup or damages to it?" Not that it's really required, and it's not like the Mansiond oesn't have to remodel the kitchen a couple of times a week anyways. M's normal default state seems to be there of passive irritation that's not directeda t anyone.

"Yes, and I'm sure given your relations that there are far worse things than the state tha tone has to worry about." She would deadpan.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lifting the spoon to rest in her mouth, Lorna motions Illyana to step closer and if she'll comply, Lorna will remove the splinter and toss it onto the floor near Noriko's feet. "Better." She says softly with the spoon floating beside her face. "I didn't think you'd ever enjoy legal arrangements and licenses and papers. Fucking yeah, but I kinda expected you to have a quality vibrator hidden away forever and be happy with that." Lorna says with a shrug towards Illyana and then addresses the others present while extending the ice cream tub to the witch.

    "Nori's engaged, Illyana's married, and Monet is... I don't know about you. I'm simply unhappily single." Seeing the glare, Lorna shrugs and mouths 'sorry' to Nori. She really didn't care it seems and is trying to be the cool green aunt.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
"Must be nice.  They won't give me the papers," Noriko reveals, "to fuck."  Apparently she's not above piggybacking off of Illyana's wit.

When Monet asks about cleanup and damages, she points to the note, but a little bolt of lightning leaps out in a tiny trickle and crack!  Then the note starts to go up in flames.  Then it Noriko is waving her hands in a blur at it after blowing at it with her mouth for about a third of the burning.  The gauntlet flapping is MUCH more effective at that rate, but it's also CLANKITY CLANKY CLANK like a loose part in a machine gun or something.

Then it's over.  "See?  It's Jamie's turn," she says with a sheen of flippancy and a toothy grin.  "I garnish it from my wages."  Everyone heard right.  She garnishes her own wages...to what end?  Opinions abound.  "Look I guarantee the Eye of Sauron," what Noriko will continue to call Jean until she is retired, at the very least, "Already knows.  It's not like anyone else has fists as big as mine...do they?"  She takes a beat, eyes rolling upwards with the thought.  She shrugs, looking past to Lorna, the person the shrug is really intended for.

"Congrats on the license to fuck, Illyana," though it comes out faster than it should so the comma all but gets consumed.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The Demon Queen glides over to Lorna, halting near the counter and resting her lower back against the polished surface. Both hands flank her hips, a casual posture that incidentally demonstrates no great, horrific sword might pop out in her defense. "Thank you." Gods be ransacked, she is even polite. "What do you think Hell runs on? All those bargains require something to mark the occasion." A little too sharp and precise, the camber of her smile might slice the moon from the sky and let her wear it as a horned tiara.

She takes the ice cream, approving nod given that. "What do you work on today?" This to Noriko is interrupted by finding a spoon; it just comes neatly out of a drawer, no magic involved. "Monet is happy. Maybe you need a change of things. Step down from your throne. Dating pool without inbred relations grows much bigger. Better to be former Queen and hot green-haired geophysicist badass woman, don't you think?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smirk over at Illyana, and then turn over to Lorna, "Why, are we angling for some sort of diplomatic marraige? I'm sure that if you're interested in pursuing such a thing there is the current King of Atlantis that by all rumors is not currently in any sort of long term liason.." Of course M with the knowledge of European nobility is the one that's going to bring up 'diplomatic marriage'.

Thent O Lorna.. "Ah.." Hearing the clicky clicks from Noriko's gauntets and gesturing. "Is that something you might be able to assist with?" HEr ignoring the rest of the (well deserved) teasing going her way. Lorna's specialty is electro-magneticism and Noriko's gauntelts are still focused around charging energy and discharging it.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "There's an idea to think on." Lorna says, pondering Illyana's words, and then stealing a look towards Monet. "I do not think I would like to date a fish-man..." Lorna says with a sigh as she lifts her bottom from the countertop, swings her legs forwards and lands on her toes before resting on her feet flat. "Though I do appreciate the idea." Lorna says with a kindly diplomatic smile to Monet. If she isn't practiced in that sort of royal airs and manners, she actually might be fit for the role based on pure instinct.

    "Noriko." Lorna says as she steps past the pantry with a view. "Enjoy yourself and don't let these two push you around." She says with a tease and a look back over her shoulder with a knowing smirk to Illyana and a kindly bow to Monet. "Ladies. I'm off to bed. Much to ruminate over."

Noriko Ashida has posed:
"That /is/ the only legitimate gold digger path that gains you respect-," Noriko points out in lieu of Monet's question for Lorna, obviously for her own amusement.  There's a blur around a banana in her hand.  Then she puts the tip of her finger to it and gives it a small small jolt of electricity.  The smell of caramelized goodness immediately wafts through the kitchen.  "Yes!" CHOMP-chomp-chomp-chomp-chomp.

"Hmm?" the speedster comes out of her banana gobbling haze to Lorna's parting advice.  "Impossible.  Night!"

After finishing the banana in the next beat, she leans back against the counter and gestures to...well, everything and nothing.  "Lots of food runs, stuff around the Mansion, errands.  Odd stuff.  Still in the laundry rotation somehow.  Basically whatever I'm told to do and then I just run off to my other gig," literally.  "But that's temporary so it won't be so crazy eventually...and then the wedding planning.  Jubes has too many idiots to Duchess over."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana has nothing to say about proper clicking devices or other marital aids (or not so marital aids) unless they involve something particularly off-the-wall. "Namor?" Monet's suggestions are ones zeroed in on. "They will fight. Who has the best dubious eyebrow arch? But the arrogance, this could be used with aplomb."

Her teeth show in that arc of a smile. "We will find other contenders. Now you are hired. I will cover costs of bringing her painted portraits... digital ones." Because what is this, 18th century Europe and Lorna a bored dilettante in some German subkingdom looking for a not-reigning partner? Hardly. "Thank you for the ice cream."

She waves the spoon. Caramelized banana is on the menu and who knew?