14715/Pit Stop

Pit Stop
Date of Scene:	18 April 2023
Location:	Xavier's School Front Yard
Synopsis:	The Suicide Squad heads out for an op but Wade needs to make a pitstop. Only to find out he's storing weapons on Xavier's grounds. Much drama happens but some good as well as old friends meet once again!
Cast of Characters:	Wade Wilson, Melissa Gold, Harley Quinn, Eabha Aine, Jennifer Stavros, Emma Frost, Marie-Ange Colbert

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Wade Wilson has posed:
    Deployment of the Suicide Squad is often a multi-million dollar affair simply to get the team where they're going. A myriad of connections must be pulled, sometimes with elaborate fees and pay offs being made to insure the confidentiality and the precision with which a team of such honed professionals need to be delivered to the site of a mission on time. At times the efforts of no less than three three-letter agencies are used for such tasks.
    Today, however, it's mainly just Wade's van.
    The white and pale green vehicle rolls to a stop outside the stately brick wall of the mansion, its muffler spewing a hint of white smoke as the old 70s antique internal combustion vehicle halts. Inside of it Wade, red and black and masked and awesome, turns to look at the people currently assigned to him for the mission.
    "Alright. Vlad. Skullface. Peter. You guys hang here, help yourself to a granola snack and feel free to hydrate." He points at the cooler in the middle of the floor since the van has no seats in it other than the driver-side and passenger seat. He then points, "Songbabe, Harls, you're with me. Won't take long. But seriously, after the mission brief you guys will be thanking me. We _need_ this."
    He shoulders open the driver's side door, "Suicide Squad, deploy!" He shouts.

Melissa Gold has posed:
"Songbird." The correction was stated in a flat tone, obviously something she's had to say more than once to Wade. This was going to be a point of contention and she wasn't sure how to fix it without resorting to violence.

Not that she had a problem with violence. It was kind of her go-to really. But she was trying to be a better person than she had in the past. She slid walked to the back door of hte van, opening the double door at the back and dropping out onto the ground. She was wearing her costume, the dark blue and white with the metallic accents at wrists and waist, along with the harness at her neck and shoulders.

She took a moment to look at the building they were in front of, obviously confused.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"What a dump." That's what Harley says about the van, turning her nose as she continued to dig through every nook and cranny, "Woah, who died out heah...!" but then they are stopping and she peeks up to look outside. Where the heck are they?

"Wheah the heck are we? And what even was the mission we weah on?" she was listening. Really.

"You need to hit him in the jaw." She then tells Songbird at the name correction, edging closer to the other woman, "And hard enough that his jaw pops out. Don't worry, it'll snap back in eventually. But he'll remember it after." is she talking from experience? Most likely!

And yes, Harley is a violence enabler.

It's go time a moment later and Harley steps out the back of the van too, dressed in a pair of shorts, a nice tank top that does nothing to hide the curves under and the sound of bright pink gum popping as she chews on one, looking over.

"Okay, spill. What's up?"

Eabha Aine has posed:
Xavier's School for Gifted children is just that, a school. Sure there were other groups connect to it, but at the heart of it all was the students and protecting their anonymity. So naturally having the Suicide Squad roll up at the front door was perfectly normal, right?

Eabha Aine was new to the school, only a few months there and still trying to find their way around. Classes were finished, and they had finished their school work, so that meant spending time wandering and looking for something to do before dinner.

Walking out the front door of the mansion, cell phone in their right hand, they pause to look up at the odd group of people in front of the school. They instantly wonder if there is some sort of birthday party being had that people in obvious costumes are coming to be entertainment. It made sense with the old van parked there, bunch of adults needing some extra cash.

"Duuuu... can we help you?" they finally ask, only after they've taken a picture of the group. "Are you lost?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "You remember," Wade says as he walks around the side of the van, smacking his hands together and rubbing them tightly as he looks to the two 'costumed' women. "When Songy-B was going all... talk-talk-talk, and saying the things up in front of the class. Something about that stockade with the illicit something or other?"
    The side door to the van opens and Peter sticks his beautiful mustachioed face out of it, "Excuse me, Miss Songbird? I need to take my medicine now."
    "It's in the cooler, Peter! Everything important is in the cooler!"
    "I already checked, it's not in there."
    "Then it couldn't be that important, right? For the love of Buddha's shining hairy palm, we are on a _mission_, Peter!" Deadpool then grabs the handle of the van's door and pulls it closed, thankfully after Peter pulls his head back in.
    He turns to the others, "Alright, so we're here to..."
    Which is the moment he catches sight of Eabha Aine and her camera. "Oh hey kid, don't mind us we're..." He stops to look at Mel, at Harls, his white eyelets narrow slightly as one then closes tightly, his head turning to the side. "We're here to... fix the... faulty... wiring... in the pool... house... near the... bridge."
    He turns giving his two teammates a winky face. "Alright, follow me." He turns and starts walking around the mansion. Clearly in the direction of the pool house. Near the bridge.

Melissa Gold has posed:
"Peter, check in my duffle bag. Interior side pocket!" Songbird called out loudly enough to be heard /through/ the door after the rudeness of Wade slamming it in Peter's face.

Then she heard the voice and turned to face Eabha Aine. "Oh, so sorry to interrupt. Our...friend," she said, carefully choosing that word. "Seems to be a bit confused. If we give him a few minutes, he usually is fine and we'll get off your...very impressive lawn." Not that they were on the lawn, though she wouldn't have put it past Wade. They were in the circular driveway at the front of the building. But still, it got the point across.

"I promise he won't break anything." And she glared over at Wade and his winky face. "Or else." Harley's enabling may be starting to work. "I'm known as Songbird. This is Harley. And that's..." Oh dear God, she couldn't really say his codename to this young person, could she? "Deadpool." She sounded like she was hoping the earth might open up and eat her just using that name.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"And if it's suppositories ask Skullface for help!" Harley says very helpfully. Very loud. Another pop of that gum and she looks around, taking in the new kid. "Ooooh..." eyes narrow. "Shoot me now, it's Eabha Aine. Oh jolly!" yes, Harley follows social media trends! "Wait, is this a rehab mansion for celebs? Aren't you sorta young to already be in rehab?" she asks of Eabha Aine, baby blue eyes sorrowful.

"You can't promise that." She then radically changes subjects, looking at Songbird. "It's Deadpool. Breaking is his uh .., middle name."

She hears pool and she happily moves to join in, gesturing. "Come on. Let's see about this pool. Come with us Eabha Aine, we will take yoh mind off the booze." making a whole lot of assumptions Harley is doing!

It all ends with some stage-whispering to Melissa while she's sashaying towards this fabled pool. "Remember, hit it hard. The sooner the better." a sagely nod.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
This will be the last time she rides in the back! Especially with a bunch of losers like Vlad, Peter and Skullface. The nerve of that twinky little twerp in his clown eyed mask, putting her there. Jenny climbs out of the van, slamming the door behind her. Flipping back her platinum hair, she glares around her and stomps after Harley, the best her thick soled lace ups will let her.

She keeps her mouth buttoned down cause she still worships Harley after all these years but gives Wade and Sooooongbird a look that would curdle yoghurt.

Eabha Aine has posed:
Eabha Aine was a teenager, not stupid. The way in which the man in the red costume spoke was suspect... saying he's there to repair wiring in the pool house while wearing a costume like that was suspect... the fact there was no pool house on the grounds was suspect... the people in van were suspect... the van was suspect... their names where suspect... all if this was very, very, VERY suspect. The names however did cause a perfectly plucked brow to raise on their face. Codenames. Why in the heck were they using codenames?

There was no way on earth that they were going to let this group of codenamed people just wander around the grounds without supervision, so they moved to follow the group even before pigtails, now known as Harley, invited her.

What they should have done was contact a teacher, any teacher, but that would have taken too long. "Faulty wiring in the poolhouse huh," they say casually as she falls into step behind the group. "This isn't a rehab however, and we don't drink alcohol," she adds with a glance toward Harley.

"Uh listen guys... all of you," they sort of wave their right hand in an attempt to get all their attentions... much like herding cats. "You can't be here. We don't have a pool house, and we're going to have to call the faculty if you don't stop lying."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Oh right, how could I forget Shuffleboard Girl and her power to throw... little discs at things?" He shakes his head and looks at the others, since again he did not pay attention during the briefing.
    Then, of course, Eabha is having none of it. She can see the facts in front of her. The man with katanas on his back and pistols on his hips, and the other costumed 'heroes' using codenames. She even calls him out. And how does he react?
    He nods once, "So! Let's get to it," and he departs!
    As Wade walks along, the brow of his mask furrows a little, "Did that kid look familiar to you guys... Harley you know her?" His footsteps are light as he starts on down that sidewalk, speaking in a tone that is just _easily_ overheard, "She sorta has that alt dimension Jean Greyish look maybe? Or maybe one where they try to make Rahne look less Scottish. Since really those Scots, they are a contentious people." Which has him nodding once sharply as he strolls, then he giggles a little at something unsaid.
    He then asks Harley, "Wow so that teeny-bopper redhead is an alcoholic? So sad, they get 'em young these days. Though Xavier's isn't really like... a rehab place. Unless you've been recently dead. I suppose."
    He marches around the back of the mansion, then points out. "Ok not that pool, though really now that I think about it, I could totally go for a swim." He points off toward the woods. "I mean, the other pool. Out... that way. Where it's more like not made by pouring cement. More natural. With a dirt bottom." He looks to Harley for help, then remembers, "The lake. Right that."
    Curiously enough he doesn't seem to mind that they've been discovered or are being followed.

Melissa Gold has posed:
The first thing that registers in Songbird's head is we don't drink alcohol. Which, of course, has her thinking no one in the place does. But the woman said it wasn't rehab. Wait, Faculty? That was a very specific choice of words.

"Wait, is this a school? Perhaps a university?" she asked Eabha Aine curiously. Because she was really at a loss here. Xavier's wasn't on her radar personally. Throw in that she wasn't familiar with the fashion scene and that left her completely in the dark in this moment.

"Perhaps we should speak to someone on staff, be certain they don't mind us traipsing around at their lake?" she suggests, slowing her steps in the process but at the same time, terrified to just stop in case they all wander off. And whatever Powers may Be would know what they could get up to without supervision.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Jenny! What the heck!" There's surprise on Harley's expression as she spots the platinum-haired one coming out of the van after them. "Wheah were you hiding?" beat, "Wait, I don't wanna know.." she mulls it over, "Actually, I really do.." she is so thorn! Poor Harley.

Regardless, she wraps one arm around Jennifer's shoulders as they keep moving, "Seems like this is a rehab place.." She wasn't listening to Eabha Aine, "... and we are here to help.." she lowers her voice some, "That sweet girl is still in denial.."

"It's all the air flowing under those kilts." She then says about the Scots, "But speaking of death, do you actually die when you know .., explode? Or are you still living even when your body parts go flying?" this to Deadpool.

A totally normal conversation to be had while going to some pool house. Lake house? Lake? Something?

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jennifer shoots Harley a look, saying really, Harls, you didn't know I was there? But, grudgingly lets the woman put her arm over her shoulder, secretly squeeing at the attention. "Doof Face's idea," she grumps.

Yeah. "Rehab?" Jennifer almost doesn't look her best self with her pretty face screwed up into a scowl which she wastes on Wade's costumed back. She stomps after the others, a sliver of black glimmering between her fingers as she contemplates Wade.

"Do you wanna die? Then call a teacher. I haven't been to school here for three years. Hate to break it to you. Even if the whole faculty should be in rehab, everyone here would sing 'They tried to make me go to Rehab.But I said no, no, no.'"

The black disc poofs, replaced by gleaming white. It's in her best interest not to get caught. And, she would kinda hate Domino to get it. Stink Pool can eff himself but if it turns bad for him then likely it would go bad for the rest of them.

Eabha Aine has posed:
Making the decision that Deadpool was in fact insane and a complete waste of time, Eabha Aine turns all of her attention to Songbird. Sure, it was a codename but at least she seemed to have actual sanity. So far they hadn't done anything but arrive and start walking around, but they were up to something.

"Uh... sort of," she falters there, not supposed to talk about the school being a school, but Deadpool knew the name, so he knew. "Yeah, this is a school, with little kids and teens and you /really/ shouldn't be here."

She looks back toward the school now, wondering if she should scream for help or use her phone to call someone maybe, she really didn't know the procedure for this. They'd learned all kinds of plans for different situations, but strange people in costumes lacking sanity wasn't on the list of things covered. The frustration was getting very real, and as it did the lounge chairs started to vibrate, the water in the pool started to slush around, in fact the very ground was starting to shake like an earthquake.

"You all need to stop what you are doing right now!" She finally yells out. "We won't let you do anything bad!" They were attempting to keep control of their abilities but they were failing.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Pausing after he takes that turn and walks out across the back lawn. Just a casual stroll then he pauses at the treeline, hands on his hips as he looks left, looks right. His mask twists up as he seems to be chewing on his lip underneath the fabric. He lightly boots the trunk of one of the oak trees then turns toward Eabha. "Hey kid, you live here right?"
    He gestures with the thumb of one gauntlet toward the tree beside him, "Was this tree always here? It's not like a student or anything right? I totally don't remember it."
    Then he asides to Harley in sotto voce, "Oh there's no afterlife, when we die it's over. Just horrible empty blackness."
    He gives the tree another kick with the toe of his boot and grumbles. "I think this is the one." He looks up into the tree, "Are you the one?" He then rounds to the others, "Is this the one? Harley, use your clinical psychiatrist powers on it and try to discern if it has a psyche and/or a bank account you can overcharge for basically just being a jumped up bartender without the alcohol. Ooh, biting medical industry commentary. Roulette..." See he remembered her name.
    "Maybe you can use one of your... many... elaborate and interesting powers to discern..." He stops and then barks a laugh, "Sorry, haha, I couldn't... I couldn't finish that." He laughs to himself then whispers, "I'm so mean."
    A deep breath then he turns, "Oh wait, it's this one over here. Oopsy." He turns and starts toward another tree entirely.
    But that is the moment when the ground starts to shake and he suddenly pays _much_ more attention to Eabha. "Uh oh."

Emma Frost has posed:
And as she's picking up commotion along the front, Emma Frost goes out to arrive then and goes to take a moment to scan ahead telepathically to the group, whether or not they're in or out of the van. "Please, do tell me what has brought you all out here." Emma's tone is firm.

"While I don't presume to be a member of the staff here, I don't particularly think you made an appointment to visit in advance." Emma Frost's tone is firm. "So do elaborate quickly." Emma's arms are on her hips as she advances towards the group, her mind on the alert as she goes to try and quickly scan for surface thoughts along them.

"And if you needed something you could have called ahead. I'm sure that Logan will be disappointed that he didn't get the hcance to meet you."

Even as the ground shakes, and Emma loses her balance, almost, and goes to send a calming telepathic thought towards the source of the seismic disruption. <<Calm yourself, focus. Relax>> One thing at a time.

Melissa Gold has posed:
Songbird held up her hands in that way that implies that she isn't trying to do anything bad and isn't a threat. "It's okay, kid. We're not here to hurt anyone. And I'm pretty sure that a fancy place like this has cameras and stuff. The fact they didn't stop us at the entrance sorta implies they are aware and not freaked out by us. Maybe they know Deadpool. Or Harley. Or Roulette."

She gave a slight smile. "Now, I've never been here but Deadpool just wants ...something from out here. And then we'll be out of your hair. We'll never bother the kids."

She wasn't sure what all the rumbling was about but it was not making her happy. It wasn't like this area of the country was prone to earthquakes. "Give me just a moment, okay?"

And that's when Songbird turned to face Deadpool. "Enough. No one else does anything until we deal with this properly. Our new friend here..." And she glances to the teen. "I didn't catch your name." Then back to the Squad. "Our new friend here is just going to call a teach--"

And there was a teacher. Or not a teacher as she was quick to point out. Songbird turned to her. "I apologize. My friend here gets a little carried away. He insists we needed to pick up something. We mean no harm to anyone here at the school."

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Weirdness is normalcy when one lives at Xavier's. It comes with the territory. It's a lesson that everybody learns in time.

Marie-Ange Colbert most certainly has. When it comes to the school, she's come to expect the unexpected. It doesn't hurt that /her/ abilities allow her to see into the future so that it doesn't really catch her by surprise. Today's reading suggested that she would meet an unexpected guest. So, like any /good/ hostess, the French girl has been preparing. Coming out from the main school building with a tray in her hands. On said tray? A variety of pastries, scavenged from the kitchen. Most guests who arrive are hungry, after all. Why should this be any different. Even if the ground shaking makes it a little harder to walk and not drop anything. A little harder, but not impossible for someone with dance training.

"Bienvenue, mon amis!" she calls out with a chipperness that should probably be illegal if it were morning, but it's not, so it's all good. If anything, her friendliness towards the strangers might /help/ calm Eabha Aine? Letting her gaze scan the assorted group. "...Madame Quinn! It is good to see you again. I hope you are feeling better today than when we last met?" One of the few present she's met, at least until green eyes fall on /one/ of the group. That's when she freezes, mouth hanging open.

Eabha Aine has posed:
Eabha starts taking very deep breaths in and letting them out slowly. Aine continues to speak to, trying to calm her sister down, and then Emma is in their head as well... they weren't alone any more. Slowly the ground stops shaking, and things start to settle and become motionless once again.

Only when Eabha has control again do they start to back up toward Emma. "The one you called Harley said our name," they offer to Songbird, since she is the only one of the group to show any sort of understanding and well, sanity. "We're Eabha Aine..."

She stops talking as Marie-Ange arrives, her blue eyes turns to look at the woman. She didn't know her, she didn't know Emma, but they are both from /inside/ the school and that meant they were safe.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
When the ground starts to shake, Jenny's exquisitely manicured fingers open, releasing a shimmery white disc that expands under the invading band of crazies' feet and dissolves into nothing.

Wait. She is part of them. Yeah, well the way things are going they will need some help.

Jenny almost feels sorry for the teenager that lucked into meeting them. Then, one of the grownups appear. Oh oh, she knows her. WAIT. She's supposed to be a grownup now. It's like going back to an old neighborhood and finding it a lot smaller and dirtier than you remembered it.

"Hey," she warns the others, "Emma reads minds. Think of something good, if you can, Wade."

Jenn's blue eyes widen and her mouth sets into a smirk when Songbird tries to reason with Emma. Let's see how their luck runs.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Ooh," Wade says softly at Roulette's words, "Talky Tina in the head."
    His voice lowers, conspiratorially, "Hey Emma... what am I thinking about now?" The white eyelets of his mask _close_ as he seems to concentrate so super hard.
    Though he does look over toward Eabha and holds up his gloved hands, "Hey, it's cool, it's cool kid. I'm like, a celebrity here. Practically a professor. Me and Patrick Stewart." He holds up a hand, middle and index finger crossed, "We're like this. Or... is he James McAvoy here? Whatever."
    Then he straightens up, "Hey, you ever been to the library, the pencil stuck in the ceiling over in the corner above that bust of some old guy with the funky wiggy hair? That was me. I totally used to run this place." He did not.
    Then when Marie-Ange emerges, Wade takes a deep breath. "Ah man, it's like steppin' on an ant-hill with these people." He _points_ to the tree. "I'm just gonna... get my lil thing here. Ok? Emma stop peeking." He turns to move toward the base of the tree and starts rooting around inside the old rotted interior.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just maintain her gaze at Wade, "I have not heard you explain why you and your associates are here on school property." Her eyes goes over to Songbird, "And I'm very much interested in doing so as you are tresspassing and the security system did tag you." Any sort of attempt she might make at being intimidating is cut off by Marie-Ange's very enthusiastic greeting, to which Emma gives out a sigh.

Upon getting a sense from Eabh AIne of safety, Emma gives a slow smile. And speaks to both of the ones in her head <<It's fine, you're safe, jus trelax, no one will hurt you>> Emma moves to be ready to position herself in front of the girls if need be.

"So, please, do make it quick, and.." Ah, there's that mind she hasn't felt in awhile. And the sudden quiet of Marie-Ange.. "Welcome, Ms. Stavros. I wasn't aware you were back in the states. I hope you had a good trip. Now, what brings you back here? Feeling nostalgic? And you seem to have joined up with a rather eclectic group."

Melissa Gold has posed:
That warning from Roulette has Songbird's eyes widening. And she immediately starts going back to flashes from her past only to cover those up as quickly as possible with a study in wrestling. Professional wrestling at that. From the non-powered and later the powered league, though she was never that big of a deal.

It wasn't like she was a total unknown to the right people after that whole Thunderbolts debacle. But she was known as one that helped stop the bad guys and someone else went to jail for everything. Didn't help with those trust issues if someone /did/ happen to recognize her but thankfully those folks were few and far between.

As she ran through a match from back in the day, giving Emma a glimpse of her as Screaming Mimi should the woman be scanning, Songbird gave a polite smile. "Again, I apologize. Just let him grab...what he needs." Because literally, she has NO idea what Wade brought them here for. She's as in the dark as those that live here. "And we'll be gone before you know it."

A nod is given to Marie-Ange along with a smile of gratitude that someone seems to be nice in this mess. Maybe she should just go hang out with the pastry gal. Let her team just crash and burn out there somewhere. But no, she was trying to do the right thing and that meant staying with her team.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The ground is shaking, but Melissa seems to have it under control so Harley gives her nudge with an elbow in the end. "Good job there. It really shows your experience in handling teens, how many kids you got so far?" she asks, again doing assumptions.

But then they get so many new challengers arriving. Harley's gaze widens in recognition and she grins widely. "Oh my God so many known faces.."

She first greets Marie-Ange, zooming closer to get some of those deliciously looking pastries. Mmmhmmm. "Marie-Ange, comment ca vaaaa!" does Harley even know french? Maw widens and she pops a pastry right down the gullet, satisfied, "You are a life saver. We haven't even eaten dinner yet. So this ain't a rehab mansion for celebs?" she looks at Emma. "Because I know that one from the sex club. She's sort of a celeb too." sex club? She probably means Hellfire Club.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Wow," Jennifer whispers under her breath. Marie-Ange would come to meet them with fancy food. Jenn stretches her mouth into a smile while her heart pounds and her skin flushes, ruining her perfect makeup. She can barely look at the French girl and doesn't reach for anything on the tray. They had been such good friends but school, parties, boys - all the important stuff, got in the way and she hadn't visited for a couple of years.

Emma launches into a perfect rendition of 'grownup' talk. Surprise widens her eyes, and her mouth gapes a moment at the question. Is -that- what people were calling her absence? A trip to Europe or something? Huh, just like them to make her look good.

Thank god for Harley. Jeenifer snickers at the sex club comment. "Yeah, Domino, they're all celebs here."

Eabha Aine has posed:
For more than half their lives, they've had to exist as one girl at a time, often screaming at each other in their minds to determine who got to do what. So it was strange and yet really nice to meet someone that could indentify Eabha and Aine as separate minds in one body.

Continuing to back up until they are behind/beside Emma, they continue to watch what Deadpool is doing. The man was clearly insane, and yet so certain of his actions, well mostly. "Why couldn't he have just said that and not tried lying?" They ask plainly, not certain there will be an answer but needing to try. "Wouldn't have been a problem if he'd just said he knew about this place and just ...."

They stop talking there, watching Harley move in closer to Marie-Ange and bam... sex club. They hadn't really put much credit in what Harley said before, especially since the woman seemed incapable of hearing them say they weren't drunks at a rehab, but sex club? Nope, leave it alone, don't ask, be quiet and ask questions later.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie steels herself after a moment. Summons up her courage. She, too, is supposed to be a grownup now. It's not quite like the old days anymore. She has to look after the younger ones. So, she /also/ makes her way towards Eabha Aine. Stopping at the younger girl's side to offer one of the pastries. "At least one of them knows about us, but I cannot imagine would ever hurt us." she offers below her breath with a reassuring smile. "Be friendly, Madame Frost and I are here if things go badly."

Then, she's moving to approach the group properly. No fear of or hostility towards the strangers in this one. "Are any of you hungry? If Monsieur," nodding towards Deadpool, "is busy, there is no reason that the rest of you cannot enjoy while he works."

Then, to Emma, she gives a /look./ That kind of look that someone who's worked with a telepath gives them when they /want/ her in their heads. Harley gets a fond smile.
"I do very well, Madame Quinn, and I try to help those in need. Non, not a rehab mansion for celebrities, just a school." Though the comment of 'the sex club', despite Marie suspecting what she means, is still enough to make the girl blush.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    After a time, Wade emerges from the trunk of the tree holding up a canvas sack that contains... what seems to be a long box of some kind. He slings that sack over his shoulder and casually boots the base of the tree a little more with the toe of his boot.
    He points at it, "This thing is deadish. You guys should get some like... folksy salt of the earth fella to like, stoicially chop it down and haul it back. Then he can like slowly take his shirt off and get all sweaty while he quarters a few cords of wood. Maybe then an old ex-military guy can walk up to him and be all, 'Wade. We need your special set of skills once again..." Wade shakes his head, his eyes clearly distanced and thoughtful. "And I can be all, 'No colonel, I gave up that life a long time ago..."
    Wade's voice gets a little gruffer as he affects the tone of the colonel's voice, "We need you, son. It's that old problem again."
    Wade shakes his head, clearly off in his imagination. "I put that life behind me, colonel."
    "It's Elizabeth, Wade. She's... she's been taken by the Hand again." The colonel says.
    "What? Elizabeth? I..." He shakes his head, sighs softly. "Alright, you son of a bitch. I'm in."
    Then he... somewhat zones out... the lips visible under his mask still moving slowly as he at times nods his head.

Melissa Gold has posed:
"Sex club?" Okay, that was /not/ supposed to be her outloud voice but there it was as Songbird's eyes wide and she looks at Harley then at Emma then back at Harley.

Only to hear the ramblings begin from Deadpool. And that draws her that way. By the time he is done and she sees he's still talking to himself about whatever the hell that was, Songbird's shoulders slump ever so slightly and she looks down at the ground as an arm crosses over her midriff, that hand gripping the other arm dangling at her side.

"I got nothing." If they wanted some sort of explanation, Songbird has officially given up on trying to figure it out.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would go to quickly shift her mind over to Marie-Ange's <<Yes dear?>> Speaking quietly while letting the twins in a body get over and behind her, and then looking to the former Screaming Mimi. "Well, while he is permitted on school grounds with a member of the faculty present, I'm not aware that he's left any particular belongings here. So what exactly are you after, pray tell?" She would speak over to Deadpool, turning her attention to him. Then to Harley.

"Not quite as high class as Arkham, Doctor Quinzel." She would reply a moment later. "While you are here enjoying our snacks.." She would gesture at hte tray brought out by Marie-Ange.. "How have things been, Ms. Stavros?" Emma tracking the shifting lines of her face. Emma's only passively screening minds now rather than actively probing them all.

Emma turns over to Wade then for a moment as he goes through his routine and then just shakes her head. In or out of context, it makes no sense. So Emma goes to add to it, after a moment, Colonel Sanders to the mix if she could push it into Wade's mindset. <<It was Miss Scarlet with the astroglobe in the porta potty! Finger lickin good!>> Hopefully just adding her own little bit to the level of 'wait what' going on in his mind.

"And MIster Wilson, I'm told that your.. BFF in residence has passed along that he hopes he sees you very soon and wants hugs." Might as well go to get some level of payback with Cable while she can. And Melissa is given a sympathetic look of understanding. "You look like you could use something rather stronger than hors d'ovueres."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley just shakes her head real slow at Wade's lil monologue. "Stop pretending like you are Rambo..." she begins, "... and also stop having wet fantasies with that purple haired model!" she doesn't need to read minds to know what's going over that head!

A roll of her eyes later (and another pastry on her hand) she grins at Marie-Ange, "And oh yea, I remembah you two used to hang out together." this about Jennifer and Marie-Ange, "Well, time to catch up. Go on Jenny." she nudges the platinum-haired girl with her hip. "Small world, eh? And so this is a school ..., with telepaths and high end security." a little bite on her pastry.

"And look, I got no idea what's going on either." She admits, "But it's fine, life's great when it's unpredictable." she downing the rest of the pastry.

It's when Emma suggests offering something stronger than hors D'oeuvres that she looks at Eabhan Aine, "So much for telling us there was no booze eh?" see? Harley was listening!

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Figures that their so-called leader totally zones out on them. Jennifer ad libs, under the influence of the disc she dropped under their feet, "Yeah, he is really into trees and old war movies. It kind of explains the red costume. We've told him a hundred times that he's not Captain America, but he's into and it keeps him quiet. Sort of."

Jennifer looks sideways at Marie-Ange under the shadow of her heavy false eyelashes. Leave it to her to be nice to a bunch of crazy strangers. She's not sure if Marie-Ange not letting the others know that they were friends is a gift or a snub.

Whoa, Wade has a BFF that wants hugs. Jenny guffaws out loud and doesn't even try to cover it with a cough. "Booze? I'm into it."

Eabha Aine has posed:
Feeling safe now, Eabha Aine continues to watch and listen to the 'adults'. Emma and Marie-Ange were trusted enough due to being connected to the school right now, the others were still suspect, even if they knew things.

Several people have asked, requested knowledge and poked at Wade for answers as to what they were there for and what he was getting... now he was off in his own little world and thus proving to everyone he was insane.

"Enough," they whisper soft enough that only Emma could hear them. For once the twins are in agreement about something, an exceedingly rare occurrence.

Focusing her attention and will on the bag that Wade slung over his back, two invisible hands grab at the material of the sack and tear it open. A long slender wooden box, the very sort used to transport rifles, falls freely to the ground but doesn't break open. Once it is on the ground, the strength of the telekinetic hands press down to ensure it stays there.

"Now we know what was in the bag," they whisper to Emma, and a smile plays across their lips. She had managed to keep control and help out.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie-Ange knows she's not cool. She's the nice girl. The pushover. The one who probably wouldn't have survived high school -- even at Xavier's -- if it hadn't been for one Jennifer Stavros, the apex predator. The Queen of Beasts who allowed Marie into her pride like a little sister (although Marie was the older one). She kept her distance for this reason. Jenny left for a reason. To this day, Marie's been bewildered as to what it was. Did she do something wrong? She didn't want to make things worse.

...but then both Emma and Harley are prodding them together, and Marie's facade of Good Hostess is fading. Her eyes are welling up. "Madame, you are welcome to the rest, please?" she offers the tray to Harley, waits about two seconds, and then lets go.

Whether or not the tray crashes to the ground or is accepted by the former(?) psychologist is no matter to the redhead.

Instead, she tries to /launch/ herself at Jenny. Arms wide. Trying to hug the girl, if she'll allow it. She can't hold it in any longer, especially as any damage to the blonde's rep she could've done by association is already done.

"I'm so glad you're alive." she tells the blonde. It may be the first time Marie's used a contraction in speech. "Do you want the booze, then? I have wine. It is yours if you wish." The offer's apologetic for a misdeed Marie's probably made up. Which is very much vintage Marie.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Distantly, the first words that Wade speaks as he returns to the here and now are, "But I have so many BFFs." Then he ahems and clears his throat, looking over at Harley, "Harley. Ew. What are you... please. She is a _lady_." He says that last in a short sharp rhythm as if admonishing the Harlequin Gal, his tone given as if that cleared everything up.
    But then the bag on his shoulder is suddenly shorn as the riflecase falls out, landing with a thudda-thump upon the ground. His white eyelets widen and he scoops it up quickly, "Heeey, now. I don't show up at the laundromat and take bites outta the urinal cakes while you're at work. C'mon now."
    He sits down right there on the ground and immediately opens the case, pulling out a rifle stock and barrel. Though the barrel is rather thick and attached to it underneath are two prongs with... rope loops running all back and forth rather neatly and attached to... a rather large wicked looking harpoon.
    "This is an _antique_." He says indignantly as he goes through a series of checks on the old wooden and gunmetal weapon. "This is a Greener Mk 2 Harpoon Gun. One of the earlier Webley and Scott renditions from 1951, you uncultured heathens."
    A few more checks, then he slips it back into the wooden box, clicking it shut securely. "But!"
    He points at Melissa, "Perfect for our next mission." As to why he had it out here... who is to say?

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance over at Wade, "And yet why are you concealing weapons on school grounds and then coming here to remove them?" Emma's tone is just a little more acidic now as she does ready herself to jolt into his mind over on the details. Before lgancing over at Melissa and then back over at Wade to say something just a little harsher at him about school grounds, weapons, and putting children at risk with them..

But any sort of actual commentary now is cut off as she watches Marie-Ange fling herself over at Jennifer to try and envelop her in a tight hug, and Emma lets out a sigh. "I suppose all of us will be needing that wine. I'll have some brought out but in turn I expect you all to behave if you stay here." She would give a smile over to Eabh Aine with a 'good job' mental impression sent to the twins of approval with a bit of smugness. And a 'well done' tone of approvla to it. To Marie-Ange and Jennifer.. Nothing is said.

Melissa Gold has posed:
"You have no idea," she stated in a resigned voice with a soft sigh. Then Songbird thought better of that. "Then again if you do actually read minds, you have exactly the idea."

Though Harley spoke the words she was thinking in that there was alcohol inside potentially. Unless the woman meant drugs but it's a school so she's erring on the side of alcohol since teachers /had/ to need that stuff to survive their lives, right?

"But unfortunately, we have to pass on the offer of something more than these lovely pastries. As we do have somewhere to be if Deadpool ever gets his brain back in gear and we get back to the van."

She may have to call and reschedule this op at this rate.

Then that bag seems to get a life of it's own and the box hits the ground. And Emma might feel the tension rising suddenly in Songbird's mind as she eyes the box, not making any assumptions about what's in it. She's been around Wade enough at this point to know things are not always what they seem. But she is prepared now in case this goes sideways. The doubts disappear.

Her posture changes completely, that hand dropping, both at her sides in a relaxed looking position. Her weight shifts, a little heavier on the back leg than the front. Why the hell did he have a harpoon gun hidden at a school?! That was insane. Oh wait. Duh. It's Deadpool.

"Deadpool. Get your box and let's go. Now." And there is steel in her voice, that edge that she hasn't taken with her team thus far. Then she looked to Emma and company on the school side of the invisible fence. "Again, very sorry, we'll get off your lawn and make ourselves scarce."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Evil, Harley, just plain evil," Jennifer mutters as she is propelled into Marie-Ange's wide open arms. The former student stiffens under her old friend's hug. How could anyone be this forgiving? She doesn't deserve it.

"Uh, erm, you good?" she sputters, impressed by her own brilliance. Over Marie-Ange's shoulder, Jennifer knives Harley with another glare. Her heroine just threw her to the Care Bear lions. The lions that once were the only oasis of real friendship she had.

Luck is a twisty affair. Dead Fool saves the day with that stupid box. Either it will divert everyone's attention or be a great excuse for a bender. Then, Songbird starts to sing a reasonable song. "You're no fun," she fusses. "We could party first."

Harley Quinn has posed:
It takes Harley exactly 0.42 seconds to catch that pastry tray with those quick reflexes of hers. And eager eyes. "I will bring some back to the gang. Skullface might like 'em! Not gonna offer any to Peter though, I know he will just get gassy..." and it's such a small van...

It's time to go so Harley offers a rather elaborate bow which is rather hard to do while holding that tray upright. But she does it. All flourishes. "I bid you adieu then. Let me know when you go to the sex club again and we can have fun.." she tells Emma with a big wide grin.

"And thanks for the pastries!"

Jennifer's gaze seems to be interpreted as happiness so there's a wink tossed back at her from the harlequin, "Isn't friendship magic?"

Eabha Aine has posed:
A smile plays over their face as Emma confirms their action as acceptable. Sometimes being a teenager at the adults party was stressful, it was made easier by knowing at least one of the adults there was actually paying attention to said teenager.

"We think we'll head back into the house," she whispers to Emma, then they give the woman a quick hug. They were both huggers, and Emma had in fact been the one to give them that sense of safety, so she's the one that got the hug.

"It was very strange meeting all of you, we're sorry most of you are completely insane," they say more loudly to the group over all, but they look to Songbird and add, "And we're sorry you have to deal with that insanity. We hope it gets better for you and uh, if it doesn't... you might want to consider another job."

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
The distraction that is Deadpool does not, in fact, save Jenny from the Care Bear Lions. "Things are so good!" Marie chirps happily, "I have /so/ much to tell you, and..."

...the one that is Songbird, however, does. "You have to go?" she asks, slowly withdrawing. Yes, there are tears. They're happy ones, though. She's legitimately glad that the girl she still considers her best friend -- even after that two year absence -- is alive and /seems/ to be well.

"My number has not changed. I work at the Club." Yes, /the/ Club. "Find me when you can?" Yes, Marie's overjoyed to see Jenny again. Yes, she has a million things she'd like to talk to the girl about. But, she's not about to get in the girl's *way*, either. She always puts the needs of others before her own.

"Any time, Madame Quinn! Do not be a stranger!" she tells the woman, waving dainty fingers. "A pleasure to meet the two of you two~" to Deadpool and Songbird, who are not forgotten!

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Oh come on, it doesn't have a firing pin. I'm thoughtful. I'm mindful of the safety repercussions for the little shrieking chuckleheads running around here. Besides... I painted the end of the barrel orange. So now it's safe." He starts to sling the box over his shoulder then says, "Wait, SongBod, hold my katanas for me?"
    Yet when she looks him in the eyes he hisses a little breath inhaled between his teeth. "Oooh. I do not like that look. That is a madface look." He steps over back to the group of his 'comrades' then says, "Harley, is that a madface look? That is a super madface look. Nice pastries."
    He then starts to walk back towards the old white and green van. "Alright, fine, kick us out if you must. But know that there will be a time when you come crawling back to me. Probably while I'm out back... chopping wood. And I'll be all grizzled. And hardened. Not like that you pervs. And you'll all be like... You know what, nevermind. I'm so mad. You don't deserve my monologues!"
    He turns around, gesturing at Emma Frost, "And another thing. I'm not even going to fantasize about you anymore. So take that."
    He turns back around and stalks to the van. Stomp stomp stomp.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
That is soooo Harley. Tentatively patting Maire-Ange on the shoulder she loosens herself from the hug and steps back, a fancy comeback to cover her discomfort dying on her lips. Overwhelmed, Roulette throws furtive glances at her former best friend and edges back a few more steps. Drawing on her deep reserve of cool, she quips, "Yeah, Insane R Us."

She catches Marie-Ange's earnest gaze, "Um, I'll call you?"

Another step back toward the van. "Still doing the hostess with the mostest thing, aren't you?" Was that meant well? "Might see you at the Club then. Come on Death Pool, fantasize another time, we know when it's time to go." She points a thumb at the voice of reason, Songbird, then turns to leave.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance over at Melissa and gives a slow nod to her and goes to speak <<IF your teammate has hidden more weapons here I expect the staff of this institute to be informed at once and for them to be removed promptly. This is a place with children, they do not need to have the additional worry of going around and finding someone's stashes hidden about. I will hold you to that>> That's sent to Melissa telepathically and to no one else.

The reunion of Marie-Ange and Jennifer is a happier affair. And one htat Emma will not interrupt for now. Harley is given a polite nod from Emma and then Emma shifts to give Eabha Aine a smile, "Yes, you two head on inside and relax some. Wlecome to the Institute." Turning her attention back to Deadpool. "I would much rather not confirm that, Mister Wilson." Emma would speak in a completely deadpan manner. "And I wish you luck with that Dennis child that hangs around with you on occasion. I hear that he's quite a menace."

Melissa Gold has posed:
The young woman isn't wrong. They are definitely insane. Certifiably. And she did need a new job. Then Deadpool was talking again.

"SongBIRD."

And with that, Melissa turns to follow Deadpool "And we are having a talk when we get back to base, I swear to God!" Now she's the one sounding insane.

She gives a look back to the Xavier's crew. "Hopefully our next meeting is under better circumstances."

Then she's back to following Deadpool, voice pitched low but that tinge of anger to it. "It still has sharp pointy bits, orange paint or no. And that is /not/ how it works. After this op, we're having a lesson on weapon safety. And if you give me any guff, I will scream until your eardrums explode. Then wait for them to heal and do it again."

Yes. That was indeed her MadFace.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Distantly, inside the van, a voice can be heard exclaiming. "You ate all the granola bars?!"