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|Date of Scene=2023/11/28
|Location=Level 1 - Medbay - The Roost
|Synopsis=Gabby stops in to pester Phoebe. She finds out that Phoebe has been experimenting with haltnig her healing again and expounding on the tattoo originally gained to hold in her powers. They talk of life, of love, and who has the oral fixations in the Bat Clan.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the Team Healer, Phoebe's taken over the Medbay as her own lab for some time. It helps that most of the Outsiders were either somewhat involnerable, heal on their own, or require a miniboss fight in order to pin them down (yes, we're looking at you, Tim). <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Today her hair was pulled back in a plain gray wrap, her glasses smooshed up to her forehead as she was examining something in a powerful microscope. She's writing in a notebook in Khemetic script -- fancy way of saying ancient Egyptian -- and she's wearing a lab coat over pajama pants sporting corgis in yoga poses and a washed out gray sweatshirt. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She still has medical wrap around her left hand and wrist, leading up to her mid-arm.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney could sneak with the best of them when she wanted. She wasn't trying to scare the bejeesus out of Phoebe though--Just check up on her. After the dinner the other night, she'd seen that wrap on her arm and was concerned. Rather than outright confront her in front of siblings though... She waited until now.<br><br>There's the sound of footsteps, purposefully, and then she leans in the doorway to the med bay holding a bag of popcorn that was still steaming from being popped. No microwave popcorn here. Tim could spring for the mini movie-theater popcorn maker.<br><br>"Hey Pheebs," Gabby greets with a little rustling of the popcorn bag. "Want a snack? And a break from whatever you're doing?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It probably would have resulted in Phoebe doing her best Jason Todd Glower impression and making an exit. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smells the popcorn first, which breaks her concentration, adn she straightens up and looks over to Gabby. She cracks a smile, and gives an up-nod. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Breaking out the Big Guns. That's just short of Lemon Sharks." Phoebe comments brightly, bringing up her favorite vegan-friendly lemon-apple gummies. That just happen to be shark shaped. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sure, sure -- eyes were getting tired anyway." she sets the microscope to record so that she doesn't miss anything, and leans back, cracking her left shoulder with a pop. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And that is *Definitely* one of Robbie's sweatshirts she's wearing. Burning cities, hot metal, and engine grease.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>"I even used the fancy all-plant butter that isn't really butter so it's vegan," Gabby offers only to pause, and pop one of the kernels into her mouth. "Honestly works better for coating it than regular butter. Have to remember that for the future. Doesn't get soggy." <br><br>Stepping further in she sets the bag down next to Phoebe, but not in the way of any of her work. An amused grin comes as she regards the sweatshirt as well. "How's Robbie doing? Haven't caught up with him in ages. I figured you guys needed your space."<br><br>Then she hesitates before asking, "What's with the hand? You heal as much as I do."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He's good, he's good. He needed space to take Gabe for some possible treatments. He's also going to broach the subject of maybe seeing if there's something I can do -- y'know. Wayne Money-wise." Phoebe rubs at her left shoulder a moment in thought. "The other night we got involved with a drag race down Pooortland Avenue?" she questions, tilting her head back. "The one-way uptown that's about a good quarter mile on the city block. Some rich kid in an souped up Audi6 thought he'd beat the Hellcharger." Phobe recounts. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Phoebe looks to her left hand, and then looks embarrassed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Prepping for expansion on the tattoo and cut my palm pretty badly. I'm getting to the point again where even the updates I added to the wrist work may need to be re-enforced. Not sure if the ink's degrading thanks to the healing power or if there's other reasons. And unfortunately, I can't ask the original tattoo artist."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey if you can't use some of the family money to help a loved one, what good is it?" Gabby muses with a grin. "Hopefully things get better for Gabe. He's a nice guy. Definitely deserves good stuff happening." A pause before she adds, "And so does Robbie even if he's too stubborn to realize it sometimes."<br><br>Leaning forward she grins at Pheobe. "And so do YOU." Hey she had to be mushy at least a bit.<br><br>Straightening again she glances to the bandaged arm with a small nod of understanding. "Can't say I know much about how tattoos work on those with healing factors. I mean, could hunt down my brother and ask how he keeps his going maybe. I'd think our bodies would just push the ink out like it does bullets, but apparently he's had that tattoo for years." She pauses, considering, "Unless he touches it up all the time. I dunno. He's an outlier on the family thing so... I know about him, he might not even know about me." She shrugs a bit.<br><br>"When're you getting it updated?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Robbie might argue that if I was deserving of good stuff, he wouldn't be in my life." Phoebe argues playfully, and she smiles. "And I'd argue that everyone deserves Good who does Good. He didn't knowingly choose that life." she states gently, considering the dimpled driver and mechanic quietly, and then she turns to Gabby. "And you also deserve good things. It *can't* be easy, your life. Not with everything going on and everything you've done." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I was going to do the work myself. I mean, I have a method of tattooing myself. This particular one..." Phoebe frowns. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's John's work. My John's work. The original ring anyway. And I updated it to try and make sure that he can't summon me anymore. That was a trick. But someone in class noticed it Actually Glowing. And the glow has been so intense that it's getting very noticable. I could go to Lydia for help. Or Zee and see what she thinks -- no I know what she thinks. Or Strange if I can get an appointment in the next hundred years." she frowns. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The more I turn it off, the harder it is to turn it back on."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney ftts a bit at that. It's a noise that Damian makes often, but she somehow manages to do it with more humor than he typically does. Maybe she was picking it up... Who knows. She does pause however to regard Phoebe thoughtfully. "I've been through a lot, yeah, but I also know it wasn't my fault. I never chose to make me, or train me to be an assassin, or kidnap and torture me to try to kickstart a secondary mutation..." Wait had she ever let Phoebe know about her time with Mr. Sinister? Maybe not.<br><br>"Anyway. I know." It's waved off with a little shrug and another mouthful of popcorn. "Mm, I could ask around for anyone... What about Lydia? Or wait no, who was the tattoo artist..." she frowns a moment thinking. Then snaps her fingers. "Oh! Pietro's wife. Mutant tattoo artist. Though I'm not really as close with Lorna as I used to be that I could reach out maybe."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't think I would let anyone who I haven't worked with before work on my skin. And I have questions about material components. Like the tattoo on my back for flight? Enriched with Orichulum. That one Lydia did on me." she states, and she gives a soft 'bleh' sound. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Also, say *what* about being kidnapped and tortured to initiate a secondary mutation?!" Phoebe questions, and she sits down. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Why didn't I know about this? Was this before?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney leans back against the desk allowing her hips to just kind of balance her to stand up. A little grimace comes as she hones in on that point. "Well. Yeah it was before I met you. I was fifteen?"<br><br>There's a small tension that ripples through her at this point, her fingers drumming against the edge of the deskstop she leans against. "Mr. Sinister. He's a... Was a really high ranking geneticist that became a fanatic after his wife died. He kidnapped me, Beast, Emma Frost, my boyfriend at the time Hellion, and Danni Moonstar. Tortured us for days trying to force secondary mutations which he studies."<br><br>Her face twists with distaste. "He'd made clones of some of the teachers at the school that were also mutants. It... I know it's not them, I'm a clone myself, but after that I just found it hard to deal with those particular ones. That's part of the time they buckled down about not letting me 'be in danger' and such."<br><br>Her gaze lifts a bit tired as she regards Phoebe. "That's why I'm so close to the others though, and sometimes do 'bodyguard' work for Emma too. We were all in it together. If any of them ever need something I'll be there in a heartbeat. I trust them." How could they not? They had to build bonds to survive the event.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Emma Frost is a mutant?" Phoebe whispers to herself as if in surprise, and she blinks. And she opens her mouth, closes it, and lets a breath out, taking a couple of minutes to process. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I've had the pleasure of meeting Dr. McCoy. He's a wonderfully warm personality. To know that he's come through so much gives me hope." Phoebe gives a wry smile, and pokes at Gabby's "Hope that your cheeriness isn't just a fluke." she jokes, and opens her candy drawer to Gabby. There are indeed Lemon Sharks in there. Along with about two pounds of mixed vegan gummies. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You are my favorite bodyguard. Jason's my second favorite, but don't tell him that. He makes the suit look good."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney opens her mouth, then shuts it, looking immediately guilty. "Yeeeeeah don't spread that around. Um. Yeah." She fidgets a moment only to clear her throat. "She doesn't really *do* stuff, just. Yeah. She's got the gene," she admits sheepishly. Sometimes she just lets her mouth run without thinking about it. This was definitely one of those cases.<br><br>Her expression does soften at mention of Dr. McCoy though, and she nods earnestly. "He's one of the few that treated me like I knew what I was doing back then. Sure it was partially because of what we went through I think, but I still really appreciate that. He's a good guy." <br><br>When the drawer opens revealing the lemon sharks, she grins in amusement and reaches down to snag one. "And he has a similar sweet tooth. Twinkies," she explains with a chuckle. "Jason in a suit? Okay, yeah I can see that. Damian is pretty cute in one too."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"She dropped me heavy hints at a Gala, Gabs. But I try not to talk about other people's genetics in mixed company." Phoebe remarks, "I have to deal with a couple of 'genetic superior' types in class. And they hate everyone who's not Just. Like. Them." Phoebe remarks quietly, and she breathes out. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sweets are my downfall. Forever. Sugar." she tilts her head back and siiiighs. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"BBut I haven't had a cigarette in six months, so I'll take the oral fixation good with the bad." she pops a couple kernals of popcorn in her mouth. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And yeah. Before I met Robbie, I went on a double date with The Most Absorbed Man in the Hudson River Valley. Jason rescued me and put the /fear of God/ into that man. He showed up wearing a pressed suit and everything. He's a good guy, our Jason Todd."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney lets out a small sigh of relief. "Okay, yeah. Cool. I visit the Hellfire Club with her a decent amount. She's also sprung for spa days a lot which is really nice, honestly," she has to admit as she looks down to her normal nails. "Been awhile."<br><br>The gummi shark is popped into her mouth to chew on while she nods in understanding. "Well I can honestly say you're not the only Wayne with an oral fixation. Yours can be done in public though, but stopping smoking is great!" She both congratulates and teases at the same time with a wink. "I could try to help with the tattoo thing but it'd be a first for me."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... trust me, living in a family of detectives you begin to learn who does what and I'm sorry that I'm going to stop this vein of conversation now because yep. Brain went to the gutter. Fully in the gutter. Like even the Narrows streets are going 'damn'." Phoebe states, and just stares at the wall. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And I can *do* the tattoo. It's just the adjustments and calculations I need. And you're good, Gabs, but I get the feeling that binding tattoos are not your forte magically speaking." Phoeb replies.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>"No probably not. I've not actually tried magic outside of the renewal ceremony for the enchantment on my claws," Gabby has to admit lifting a hand. The claw pops out, and while it's hard to see in a well lit environment, it *does* glow slightly now. There's even the feel of magic about it.<br><br>"But I'm good at following instructions, and can actually buckle down and narrow focus on things when I need to. Just keep the caffiene and sugar coming." The claw is put away to reach for Phoebe's shoulder to give a light single pat instead.<br><br>"I'll keep the comments down. Though to be fair that one was about Jason not Damian. Damian and I haven't gotten that involved yet." Yet. Pushing away from the desk she gives a long stretch with her arms over her head. "Okay. I should go check on some other stuff, but let me know if you need me to shake some trees to find someone for you. You don't have to do *everything* alone."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah. I know it was about Jason. That's why I'm thousand-yard staring instead of actively trying to alter my memories." Phoebe sticks her tongue out. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Also be nice to my 'little' brother. He is baby." Phoebe gives a small smile, and shakes her head. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't do everything alone. If I did..." Phoebe trails off, but doesn't expound on her thought. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah yeah, go harass someone else, I know, I'm being boring." she jokes.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>"Don't make me hug you and give you noogies. I know it'd take forever to fix your hair," Gabby retorts with a lopsided grin. It does fade into a more serious expression though as she clears her throat lightly. <br><br>"Actually... I've got a few apartments I need to go look at. Damian mentioned you've got some vacancies at your place, but I don't want to make things more awkward for you, either."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Each apartment is magically warded against transfer of sound. Good news is that you already know two of the other residents in the place, but hte landlady's a real bitch." she gives a grin, and then points at Gabby. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Leave my poor cursed hair out of it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney chuckles while heading out the door. "Fiiine. Let me at least check out some of these places before I decide to jump into the doggy den. You don't have lions. Just puppers." With that she heads off!<br> <br>
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