15052/Sickly, sinful, spectacles stand, shuffle, shamble and saunter shamelessly in mine scandalized sight!

Sickly, sinful, spectacles stand, shuffle, shamble and saunter shamelessly in mine scandalized sight!
Date of Scene:	31 May 2023
Location:	Sion - Office
Synopsis:	Psylocke and Alexander get a slushee.
Cast of Characters:	Betsy Braddock, Alexander Aaron

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Betsy Braddock has posed:
"How many points are we at?"

Betsy was walking through the mall with Alexander at her side. She already had a few bags in hand as they were taking their time now. Admittedly, malls were not what they had been even ten years ago. But they allowed some leisurely time shopping in a variety of stores instead of one of the big box names out there. And it was out of the rain, which seemed to have settled into the area for the day. It was in upstate New York, thus allowed them to have time out of the city. The attached parking garage allowed safety from that rain as well.

"We found Saunter already. And Spectacles, although I still say that one was a stretch. Since it's supposed to be more someone make a spectacle and not eyeglasses yet, we'll let it go. And we had the Shuffle over by the food court."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Might I suggest a solution?" The young blond man with the crooked smile followed along after her, trailing the steps of the model who had graced many covers of many magazines, yet here in the 'real' world she did gain second and third glances, though recognition was not so quickly gained. Though it was curious how Elizabeth Braddock was a person beautiful enough to take eyes off of her paramour, for in comparison to her he seemed... like a handsome man, but his comeliness paled.
    "Since so many samples of sensitive solitary citizens were seen in the saturated center of commerce... dare we stop? It seems so."
    Bags in hand beside him, the Olympian youth walked with her along, footsteps light. She was the height of fashion, and he was... less so. Black t-shirt, blue jeans, black leather shoes. Those were the things worn. Though on his chest he had a sweat shirt that declared prominently his allegiance to Empire State University.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She was dressed basically opposite. For despite there being no sun outside today, Betsy had worn a sundress. Though it was a designer gown that cost four figures to purchase so there was that as well. White tonal tulip design on white background, made in Italy, designed by Oscar de la Renta. It had a double spaghetti strap design at each shoulder, tied at the top with a cute little bow. With this she had added some strappy sandals with a two-inch heel. Her dark hair had been pulled up in a high ponytail.

"Fine. No more scavenger hunt." She paused in her forward movement to look at him curiously. "Did you want anything? I feel like we've bought a lot for me and nothing for you." Which seemed to be how it went with their shopping.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "If I want something I tend to get it, or order it." Which is true, there would at times be deliveries from various and sundry places, not as often as some others that they know, but often enough.
    He walks along, carrying and toting and seems at his ease to be in that role, smiling to himself as he walks after her. "I'm just enjoying following a bit and seeing you draw all the attention. I get this vibe that if I ever needed to sneak into a secure compound I could just send you ahead and while everyone is watching slip in behind you." He gives a nod as he strolls, footsteps light as he moves.
    "Though I did have a hankering for some sort... I dunno, fruit drink?" He lifts his head and turns it to glance down the ways back and then forth. "Not quite feeling a slurpee vibe, but something along those lines."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
The lack of picking something material to purchase and take home has Betsy giving a little roll of the eyes. Something she had perhaps picked up spending time with Alexander, to be honest. It wasn't something she would've done in the past. "Well, it is a Oscar de la Renta. People should stare." No, she isn't that naive that she doesn't know what Alexander meant. Nor was she not understanding what really was going on with a lot of those looks. But she had learned long ago, just to ignore it and go on with her life. After all, she did model. Being looked at was normal for her.

She peeked into his head as he mentioned the drink and that gave her a pause. "I have... no idea what that is. It's not exactly shaved ice." She tilted her head as she considered his memory. "Theater!" Because there was a memory of having one with popcorn while watching something. "I don't know if they have those...slushies? In the food court. But we could go see a movie if there is anything worth watching?"

"Oh, and don't sell yourself short. I've been picking up on it and you are getting plenty of your own attention." She might be ahead of him and not able to see but she could read the thoughts of people around them as they had prowled the mall.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Alexander's smile curved wry as she took that small gander into that little bit of Americana. The Slurpee. The Icee. The Icee-Tee. The Slushy. All were a suitable vehicle to deliver sugar and juice and fruit and whatever else you can consider jamming into the mess of them. And those reflected thoughts that he sensed back from Elizabeth just made his smile broaden a little more.
    "A movie? Ew, no." Alexander's nose twitched, "Rather just be home with our stuff and our home set up. So much nicer." He could almost be a curmudgeon for his lack of desire to go out and about at times, though he did enjoy going to Sion now and again. But this was a little bit different.
    Then she mentioned his own occasional glances and he makes a face, "Bah, reflective quality, the albedo effect of being around you." He grins and though he does pick up the pace a little and instead of following in her trail he slips an arm around her waist and continues on.
    "Are we going to stop by Xavier's while we're up in this neck of the woods?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"That is the question," Betsy says as she makes sure her bags are all shifted to the hand opposite Alexander. That way she can slip her own arm around him as well, taking that step closer to him to be comfortable. Which has her hip bumping his from time to time as they walk. She turned their direction of movement so that they were heading back for the exit to the parking garage.

"I think it's just I'm overdressed for the mall. But it is a sundress. Where else will I get to wear it?" she asked, as though there was no other possibility. It's not like it was clubwear. And while it could be worn at a picnic, the possibility of a grass stain on it would have her so anxious she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself.

"We probably should stop by, see how things are going. I've not been present there much. Though admittedly, I don't teach anymore. So my business is less...explainable with the students." Not like the students don't know the X-Men are there but they try to not to advertise it.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The young man's brow furrows slightly as he walks, expression shifting a little. She can sense the subtle back and forth of his thoughts, weighing the pros and cons of wandering by there. A slight tilt of his head is seen as he looks back toward her, "Whenever we go there the feeling of ambient telapthy is more oppressive for some reason."
    The young Olympian adjusts his own grip on the bags he's carrying, wandering along with her and resting a hand on her hip. His stride is even and he tries not to jostle her too much while they stroll. "Or that could just be that tension that's in the air there. Always seems to be some weirdness going on." Then his brow lifts, "Though suppose it's no more than like... any other focal point of... things like that." His words trail off.
    "I should mention, by the bye, that Diana made noise about wanting to meet you."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"It's because there are so many telepaths there," Betsy answered. "In addition to there being a lot of students with less control than people like myself. They are still learning thus are more clumsy and you can tell when they are being nosey."

How does one make a telepathic ninja gestalt being nervous? Mention Diana wanting to meet her. Betsy almost missed a step but managed to catch herself and this it was just a little hiccup in the movement. She glanced over at him as she tried to digest that. The Princess of Themyscira. Wanted to meet her. "Is she going to ask my intentions where you are concerned? And if so, am I supposed to be honest? I'm not sure that I should be..."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    As she says that last his smile eases and he shakes his head, slightly rolling his eyes, clearly showing where she got it from now. He smirks sidelong as he walks and says, "I think she just likes to meet people in my life. Have you ever met her before? She gets along with literally everyone."
    As he walks with her and says this she likely can pick up that sense that indeed he does hold his... aunt? cousin? in high esteem.
    "But if she asks about your intentions, I don't know. Be diplomatic. Less... evil British harridan preying upon her poor nephew." His lip twists as he fully expects some reprisal for that comment.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"So less I'm using him for sex and more We're taking our time and seeing where things are going."

And there was the difference between the two versions that he had created in the verbal setting. "Though I would take offense at being called a harridan if I thought you meant it." Then a narrowing of her eyes and a hint of a smile. "Because you are having a laugh with that term, right?"

For his own sake the answer was yes.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Oh that wasn't me," Alexander says as they walk, his smile crooked. "That was me speaking as if through the voice of Diana. They would be her words, not mine. I would never dream of calling you a Harridan. Just imagine the talking to I'd get."
    As he says that he grins and lightly bumps her hip with his, "But okay fine, let's hit on over to the food courtish area, or one of those designer pop up things they've got going on over there. Maybe I can find a Slurpee equivalent." Which was not entirely likely.