15973/Hiding Away at Harry's.

Hiding Away at Harry's.
Date of Scene:	28 September 2023
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar)
Synopsis:	Getting away is hard to do for some people. Obviously telepaths. Alex and Emma jab at one another over alcohol.
Cast of Characters:	Alex Summers, Emma Frost

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Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers is found at Harry's. He normally doesn't go out of his way when he's alone. He's more of a joiner when it comes to going out to a bar or a party. It's always going to be a girl's or a group's idea to go do social stuff - and he's all for it. He'd rather be out in the forest, surfing, somewhere remote hiking and enjoying the silence. Yet, tonight is different - or at least it could be because he's actually here alone. He's seen wearing his standard hiking boots, jeans, black pull over t-shirt and matching belt. He is standing in front of the juke box while holding a beer in his left hand which is perched atop the box and having the thumb of his right hand in his pocket. All the while he reads the selection of the classic rock tunes. Most of which he knows and appreciates. Yet, the search for something fitting his mood is long.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost is entering over into Harry's and looking about, scanning for the local riff-raff. "Ah, hello Alex. How goes? I've not seen you having given your brother an aneurism lately. Should I be worried?" The dynamic between the brothers probably wasn't remotely like that. But it was still as far as Emma was concerned a good thing to tease them over (or likelier bait them, Emma was of course still Emma)

Alex Summers has posed:
Her greeting draws his attention. Yeah, he saw her come in out of the corner of his eye. She's impossible to miss. And so easy to recognize even in peripheral vision. Five feet ten inches of blonde and trademark white. Then her voice. He's still unsure whether or not he likes her voice or if she's mentally forcing him to like her voice. The jury is still out. A lot like Empath. Does anyone really like him? Probably not, but he makes them think they do. What a fucker.

Alex turns to address her greeting and he smirks with a slight shake of his head. He intones, "He's got so few brain cells, don't want to break them all. Plus, ain't you the one who gives him aneurysms? Or are those simply anxiety attacks?" He's still unsure about the dynamics of all the people in the mansion - and it's been years. But so many personalities change on a very regular basis. One week Jean is loving and sweet, the next week she wants to eat the sun. And then there's the shacking up... who is boffing whom? Who is on good terms, happy terms, or are they all a bunch of balls of anger? Which is probably why he's here, at Harry's, alone. Maybe he just needed to get away and listen to music. But then Emma's here and she probably wants to be entertained.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smirk over at Alex, "There we go, Mister Summers. You had me worried over there for a few mometns." Emma's Boston accent shows through for a moment. Or rather, what a high class Bostoner was taught to approximate an English accent as Emma would muse over. And Emma is not poking at Alex's mind or trying to play off it. She's gotten at least that polite. Or being around a half dozen other telepaths who feud over that sort of thing is enough reason to be quiet.

"And yes, people always coming and going. New students, new faculty, new disasters. At this point I consider it a reasonable holiday if we only have to deal with invading monsters or aliens, rather thansome sort of elder god or monstrocity, take your pick." Emma had long since become jaded to the eternal weirdness that was the modern world.

Alex Summers has posed:
"You revel in this, don't you? The constant chaos, the change, the random bullshit that takes place within our group." asks Alex as he breaks away from the juke box and will move to join her where ever she is walking. He maintains carrying his beer and keeps his thumb in his pocket of his jeans. "And, the conflict... you must love that too. Watching all the fights, tiffs, and people getting their panties all bunched up." His tone isn't straight up accusatory, but it's prodding, curious, and suggestive that she likes the random chaos or conflict within.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smile, "We deal with teenagers. That's an unfortunate aspect of our business. If one has to function with them, it means we have to at least tolerate them. Or become innure to it. Look at the way the modern world functions. One can surrender to it, revel in it, or survive in it."

Alex Summers has posed:
"Oh, you're talking about the teens? I was talking about the adults." Alex says with a chuckle. "The teens are just that, teens. There will always be drama. But we're grown ass adults and there's still the drama. I know... pot and kettle. But fuck, even I get tired of being the black sheep and the center of the angst. Hell. I'm pretty much over it - at least over seeking it. But my brother. You would think that he'd be way more put together and collected, above it even. But I really think he likes pushing people's buttons to get a reaction."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would chuckle, "Oh, so much the shame. That you're always being upstaged by your brother, at risk of falling into his shadow. Does that make you a rulebreaker or a rulemaker? I always am amused at how different you can portray yourself as." She goes to move to take a sip of her drink. "And isn't that the fun? OF having siblings that you don't quite want to fully murder?"

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex takes all of her words in and chuckles with a slight sake of his head. "We've tried." he states, "The murdering each other part. It didn't work. I guess it's a good thing. But damn, we tried. And yeah, you're right. We're all still getting our footing and trying to work and live together. Maybe that's the problem. We all live under the same roof and work together. So we really don't get breaks. Which is also why I do my walkabouts from time to time. See the world, get away from all of this.. and him."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would sigh, "Yes. All's the more the shame. My own siblings very much deserve it. Adrienne doesn't deserve to have ashes of her left. I'd throw her into a volcano but it would be too fast for what she deserves." Emma's sense of sadism and hate rises before smoothing over. "And it's for the best." The walkabouts.

Alex Summers has posed:
"Wow." mutters Alex visualizing Emma tossing her sister into a volcano. But then he reflects a moment looking back into the annals of history and he grins, "Didn't Selene pull that shit? Tossing people into volcanoes?" And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a fun and playful jab of comparing Emma to Selene. His grin widens and he half chuckles.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance at Alex, "Unlike Selene I'd make sure to get rid of the body beyond the point of any return. She's sloppy that way." Then again Emma hates her sisters more even than she does Selene.. A testament to the sheer amount of loathing and (literal) bad blood.

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex laughs and says, "Brutal." Then he drinks from his beer and sets the bottle down on the table. He then asks, "So what do you do for walkabout? Or do you even go anywhere to get away?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would muse, "Oh, I don't have the time to put into one. A nd nowhere to go. The travails of the rich and famous when one can travel anywhere on a whim and even time and space are accessible with sufficient investment."

Alex Summers has posed:
"That's too bad. I mean, you probably don't need the escape like I do. Which is fine too. But making the time for yourself is paramount to anything else. Rather, that's how I believe it should be." He pulls his wallet from his pants and says, "I better square up. I need to hit the rack and be ready for tomorrow's classes."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smile, "Oh, Alex, that's cute. But I don't have the time to do that. I have alas too many obligations and too many things which cannot be left to other people. Telepaths can't wall themselves off from the world. It's not part of how we can pull away and still function."

Alex Summers has posed:
He pulls money out and puts the wallet back in his pants. "Interesting." He says after realizing the implication of how she defines telepaths working. "I never imagined it working that way... Anyway. Have a good night." and he'll head over to the bar to drop off the money and make for the exit.