17243/M & M

M & M
Date of Scene:	21 February 2024
Location:	Faculty Lounge
Synopsis:	Monet, Mystique and the not-M-named Logan meet briefly!
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Raven Darkholme, Logan Howlett

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's a quiet afternoon in the Faculty Lounge of Xavier's. Monet St. Croix is sitting over in a corner, where she has a large tablet over on her lap which she is skimming as it rapidly displays languages. Next to her over is a young'ish looking bright ruby girl that seems made out of edges. Spiked hair. Spiked nails. Spiked skin. Wearing a black leather harness on her body designed to not let anyone come into contact with her. Monet's hand would occasionally go to stroke her shoulder.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
These days Raven comes by the school for any number of reasons, what with the treaty of 'don't kill' still in effect. Today however she is on a special mission, collecting all of Erik's possessions from the manse to return to him on the asteroid.

Slipping into the faculty lounge, her yellow eyes give the room a quick scan to ascertain who is present, and a friendly nod is offered in Monet's direction. The very obvious mutant beside Monet gets a smile and a nod as well, obvious mutants need to stick together after all and long ago Raven stopped trying to be human.

"Afternoon," she offers politely. "No intent to interrupt, just making sure I have everything of Erik's."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at Raven and give her a nod, "Raven." She would offer quietly while acknowledging the leader of the Brotherhood. Next to her, the small looking girl made out of rubies and edges does not turn to acknowledge her. There's no sense of awareness in her. No physical response. From the way that her posture is, with her looking away from Raven..

She must be completely deaf. With the silence she is in, she is also completely mute. "This is my sisters, Nicole and Claudette."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
It is unlikely that anything of Erik's is left in this room, so Raven turns her full attention to the couch. To ensure that all present might be included, she begins to use sign as she speaks.

"A pleasure to meet you Nicole, Claudette," she offers, hands moving with ASL. "I'm Raven, though most know me as Mystique." With that introduction, she offers a slight bow to the girls and another smile.

"How are you all doing today?" she then asks, her eyes settling on Monet, as she is the one Raven knows.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Enter the gruff old man. Dark hair hangs out from beneath a beat up cowboy hat, dangling over an unbuttoned flannel shirt worn open over a white tank-top. Bluejeans, boots, a cigar tucked unlit in the corner of his mouth slowly chewing around in a circle as he brushes into the Lounge with a glance to those already finding seats and introductions. "Am I interruptin'?" Muffled, drawl, around the cigar. Raven... Monet... He sniffs the air in Claudette and Nicole's direction. Smells like Monet... kind of. "Sisters?" motioning between the three.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would turn her attention to Logan, inclining her head to him. "Yes, she's my younger sisters." From the way that they were positioned completely still, they might as well be a statue.

"They've been.. Forcibly merged together." Her tone is pained before she pushes past it with her normal neutrality. "And they're doing.. Reasonably. Do forgive them. It makes them safe when they.." Have their own space together.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
The act that is Raven's usual presence, the way she controls her body language and maintains grace at all times does not slip even a millimeter when Logan enters. Some might find it odd that she wears no costume, but instead has on a white button front shirt that looks like silk, a pair of white slacks and on her feet, white leather pumps. All business.

Her yellow eyes shift as the door opens to follow Logan into the room, and the perfect practiced smile slides into place on her face. "Not at all Logan," she offers with a charming tone. "Merely chatting before I finish collecting Erik's things."

Her attention returns to Monet, eyes skittering briefly over the girls before she says, "Would it not be more accurate to say, 'They are my younger sisters.'? Although merged in this way, they are still separate minds and personalities, or so I would assume."

She makes no indication that she will move from her location by the table, offering the girls and Monet all the space they might need. She's even willing to move further away, which is offered by way of a gesture toward the other side of the table and a nod to Monet... the question, should I move?

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan grunts at the explanation, reaching up in the same breath to pull the cigar from his teeth with his nose already wrinkling slightly. "Someone workin' on that?" He drawls lazily, heading towards the fridge off against one wall to pull the door open and lean in with a hand on the frame. A hand goes in, grabs a can of some beverage or another, and groans. "Soda... soda..." Another can, then another. "No beer. Of course there's no goram beer." He flicks the door closed and shakes his head, cigar back between his teeth when glancing at Raven.

"Yeah?" Nothing the Brotherhood leader does surprises Logan anymore. Which isn't a slight against her, so much as ... well.. nothing really surprises him. It's not specific to 'her'. "Didn't know he left anythin'." He tongues the inside of his lip, then glances back and forth from Monet, to her sisters, to Raven. Silence.. thumb over his shoulder pointing at the fridge, "Needs beer." Conversation isn't what he does and he's not the best at it.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would close her eyes, "It's fine. And I hope that Magnus is.. Getting properly settled back up at the Asteroid." She would go to fold her hands together while turning her attention back to Logan.

"They normally aren't very communicative, there's no reason to have to worry. This is their normal state." She would shift over. "It's fine." She would nod at Logan. "And it's being worked on. Just thier status make sit.. Hard." Highly powered psionic abilities bordering on magic were rahter tricky to owrk with after all. "Thank you both."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
The fact that Logan said anything at all was a surprise to Raven, but she was honestly pleased that for a brief moment he choose to join in. She knew him well enough to know his quirks, and even some he has probably forgotten. "If you'd like Logan," she offers. "The beer on the astroid is free, and comes from all around the world. You're welcome any time."

"Erik is settling back in nicely," she then says, her attention back to Monet. In regards to the man however, that is all the more she offers. "If there is anything I can do to assist with your sisters, please do let me know. My resources are at your disposal."

The entirety of the Brotherhood, their finances, their other resources, all offered up to Monet for her sisters... to make right what was so, so very wrong. It was the least Raven could do, and if there was more, she would give it.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Why are you thankin' us?" Logan squints at Monet, "I didn't just agree to baby sit them did I?" Always the skeptic. Especially at the school.. never know when you'll get roped into taking kids on a field trip or watching over a pair of joined together statues that don't talk. Is it insensitive? Maybe a little... It isn't even that he doesn't empathize, but what's he gonna do? Play Solitaire while they stare at the wall? No goram thanks.

He's still squinting when he looks over to Raven. As well as she knows him, he also 'thinks' he knows her. That's a hard thing, though: 'Knowing Raven'. His nose wrinkles enough to show the points of two small fangs, an attempt at a smile maybe. "Thanks." For the invite. Cigar goes back betwixt his teeth. It's fair to assume he's not quite ready to go visit the former nest of the enemy, no matter how much work they've put into improving their image.

Logan hates quick and forgives slow.

But nobody is getting stabbed yet, so clearly he's coming along as well as anyone has any right to expect of him.

"What kind of beer? Is it that bullshit Scooter buys? That-" finger wiggle, hand flick, "-Bullshit... hipster crap? I swear to god if I see another PBR or craft brew, Imma.. I don't know, but it's gonna be intense, quick, and goram bloody." ... his lips peel up, then settle around his cigar, "Metaphorically speakin'."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Her sisters are young children. And they've had to go through too much. But that's nearly impossible to tell from M's body language as there's a spike of irritation at what she takes as Logan's dismissal.. At least, if one didn't have the century or more of experience that Raven and Logan did and their enhanced senses which likely makes M an open book.

Said irritation is quickly smoothed over and suppressed otherwise. This is just how Logan is. It's not the sort of thing to engage his interest and this is his default after all.

"Of course, it is much appreciated. At the point we.. Have an idea I'll bring it up to you to expand the investigation."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Raven softly laughs at Logan's brief rant over beer, turning her head to look at him. "When I say all kinds of beers, I do mean all kinds," comes her reply. "However, if you wish the PBR and craft brew removed for your visit, I'm sure we can arrange that. I'm not fond of those specialty wastes of time either, but the younger generation," which for her is a laugh, given her age. "seems to like that watery crap."

What she feels about Logan's dismissal of the girls is not revealed, there is no change in her body language, no indication of the disgust that filled her. Children in need should be a priority, no matter your personal feelings about children, but Logan was Logan, he hadn't and wouldn't change. She knew that when push came to shove, if he was needed, he would be there... and likely bitch about it the whole time.

"Yes, please do," she offers to Monet now. "I am more than willing to take the risks to investigate answers, or "borrow"," she goes air quote with this. "any materials, equipment or medications needed."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan doesn't dismiss the girls, he just isn't babysitting them.

Doesn't mean he doesn't care.. just not very good at showing it. He, like Raven, is very old.. and been through enough that sometimes he's terrible at ... well.. most things social. So he chews his cigar.

"Good, PBR is trash." Not that alcohol does anything to him anyways, but if you're going to drink it without the buzz, it better damn taste good. And nobody is ever going to convince him that micro brews or PBR taste good.

With a grunt, he pushes off the counter and motions to Monet's sisters. "I don't know how I can help or... whatever. but if you need someone stabbed for this..." He points at himself. He can sense, if only distantly, that she may have misunderstood what his meaning was in his earlier words. That's aobut as close to an apology as he can muster.

Hands in his pockets, cigar in his teeth. "Alright, well, I'mma go find beer." Thumbing over his shoulder, the whole awkwardly standing here not knowing what to say thing isn't his deal. "I'll be in my cabin if ya need me." With that, Logan turns, headed for the exit.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would look just slightly flushed over at Logan and sigh, "Forgive me." She's having to nudge herself to jumping at appearances. And she should remember that not everything is what it is up front.

And M is apologizing without being prompted! All that housetraining has started to have an effect over on her. "Take care." She would offer to Logan while letting out a sigh, and then rest her hands over on her lap as Penance would seem to wake up, glancing at Logan and then move to quickly hide behind the furniture.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Raven offers Logan a nod as he departs, seeing no reason to say anything more. They agree on micro brews and PBR, that was enough of a bonding experience in this particular decade.

"You know how to contact me," she then says, for both their benefits really. "When you need my skills, please do so. For now I should finish my task at hand and return to the asteroid before someone blows it up."