182/Re-Model the garage

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Re-Model the garage
Date of Scene: 29 February 2020
Location: Fancy Garage
Synopsis: Model Garage
Cast of Characters: Betsy Braddock, Samuel Guthrie, Douglas Ramsey, Scott Summers




Betsy Braddock has posed:
It may not be something one expected to see - a sleek little sportscar, silver, pulled into the garage. The car isn't the surprise, of course - it's who is working on it. Betsy Braddock, model and English lady, has tools out and in hand.

Purple hair is bundled up atop her hair in a careless nod of a bun to keep it out of the way. She's in decidedly violet and gray coveralls, with a little patch over her left breast that names her 'B.B.'. There's a pair of gray work boots on her feet, laced up and tied neatly with violet laces. Lips are painted a matte red, and eyes are lined, but the rest is just her natural looks. She is humming along with whatever is playing on her bluetooth speaker, as she moves to dump the used motor oil into the appropriate bin so it can be taken away and dealt with safely later.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie is walking into the garage with Doug. He looks over to the man and says "I aint told her anything other than I go to a private school in New York, and made sure none followed me home. I actually was in town looking for a car. I found one gonna have to work on her, but if I can get het right should be a decent ride for me to deliver pizzas in." He nods over to a white and grey 98 Subaru Legacy Outback. "She aint much but there she is." He looks over and seeing Betsy, he will call out "Hey Betsy, how is?"

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Sam," Doug says, "You know I love Lila, but you literally fell for an *intergalactic jewel thief*, and let's not talk about Boom-Boom, your taste in women is somewhat *suspect*. It really sounds like this girl is trying to cheese off daddy warbucks, so--" Doug gets an eyeful of that car and then he whistles, slowly. "I assume they paid you to take it off their hands."

Scott Summers has posed:
And entering the garage by the far end comes a large white van. Looks like Scott went into a supply run to one of Xavier's high-tech providers. Not all the replacement pieces for that fancy tech downstairs can be built with the 3D printers and alien fabricators, after all.

The van slows down when coming close to Betsy's sleek vehicle, though. It is not common to find anyone here, much less Betsy doing maintenance for her own sports car. "Betsy, good to see you," he greets. "I just got a message; the Blackbird will be back tonight. I think the rescue team will want all of us ready." So he will be brewing coffee soon.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy finishes what she's doing before she looks up at Sam and Doug. "Gentlemen." She says, before she will look at the outback. "Dear god, Guthrie, that eyesore is yours?" HEr tone is light and teasing, a brush of a lock of purple hair back from her face leaving a black smudge on her cheek.

Her head turns to take in the van and Scott, brows lifting slightly. "Scott. Pleasure as always." She puts the bin away, before she's moving to start buttoning up the engine. "Ready for what, exactly?" She will query quietly, almost as if pulling inwards a bit.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over at Betsy and says "Not all of us get to be fashion models, flannel runways just don't pay the same." He smiles teasing back, before he looks back to Doug "That's why Ah am looking into it, attractive British girl dressed down to take donation for the mutant house, and then changes into some high class stuff and leaves in a limo. She did admit she went to a private school over seas as well, so was not totally trying to hide it, it seems.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug waves one arm, black and threaded with gold. "Hi, Betsy!"

Doug turns to look at Sam, "No, you're looking into it because you're twitterpated--"

Then he turns, on a beat, and says, "Do we have a number of survivors yet? How many people made it to the shelters?" He looks down. "...Not enough, I suspect."

Scott Summers has posed:
"Everything, anything," replies Scott. "Refugees, injured, answers," they only have a few theories about what happened in that island. And millions dead mutants to avenge.

He nods to Doug and Sam in greeting. Almost tempted to ask them to help him download the crates filling the van. But no, they can wait until tomorrow. So Scott drives the vehicle close to the cargo lift to the west wing and gets out. Then he adds, "You two should come too..." he looks at Doug. "A few hundreds," he mutters, grimacing. "I will be in my office," he finally adds, heading up.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy will arch an eyebrow at Sam. "No, but fortunately, even farm boys may know someone willing to loan them money for a better car at a much more reasonable rate than any bank. That thing is going to need more work than a fading Hollywood starlet."

She will glance at Doug when he's asking about how many survivors there are. She watches Scott head off, shaking her head. "I'm not sure what help I would be. I would think I would be best as being out of the way."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over, and says "Well, we found some the first night, and a psychic can be useful not only finding people but there are some who need help either calming down or coming out of it." He will say of the survivors and looks over to Doug, concern there but not saying anything more than patting the others shoulder. "And as for the car, Ah can do most of the repairs and should be able to hit junk yards for parts to help cut the price."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"A few hundred survivors." Doug says, "...Out of sixteen million. I knew the number would be low but I didn't think -- I tried --" He puts his hand over his eyes. "I'm fine." He's not fine. Not at all. But with a little telepathic help those emotions were blunted, the edges sanded off. He's not fine at all, but he's not broken.

But he is angry, evident in his eyes. He turns and looks at Sam. "I'm still trying to find out who she is, but if she's rich, you need to talk to Bobby."

He takes out his phone, and his brows knit. "...And of course, 'in the event of my untimely death begin rioting'. Bha sin a 'milleadh seann amadan!"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There is a flinch around violet eyes, that slight internal wince. She will close her eyes, as she spins the nut back on to secure the lid over her air filter she'd changed as well as her oil. "We could have managed to find you something younger than you are, Mister Guthrie."

She stills, eyes fixed away from the boys as she smooths her walls inside her mind. "If who is Rich?" Other than herself, of course.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will look over to Doug "Riots huhs?" He looks over to Betsy. "Met a girl in town when I was out and about. She was playing violin for donations to a mutant house, that helps people. We ended up going out and having some pizza, and she gave me her twitter handle. With a bit of challenge find me. I had told her was a mutant while we were eatting. She seemed a bit shocked as if she had never actually met a mutant even though helping them. Well I blasted down a few side streets, was going to surprise her. Find her going into an art studio, heads into the back, comes out dressed alot fancier, gets in a limo and leaves.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Count on Magneto to pre-emptively spin his death into something even worse. I swear to God if he's not dead I'm going to take that bucket helmet and stick it right up his--"

Doug turns to look at Sam, and he mutters, "You always get reckless over a woman... I'm just stating for the record that I'm mad at you right now." He glances back at Betsy and says, "I was there. The last thing I remember was losing my right arm to a Sentinel, everything went dark, and I woke up in Sinister's lab with this--" he waves his black and gold right arm out to the side.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy Braddock tips her head, looking between Sam and Doug. "Wait wait... you're mad at him because he's got a crush on a girl, just because she's got a dual life? That's a little hypocritical, isn't it? I'm not exactly just some anorexic supermodel, after all. None of us are what we present to the world." She glances at his arm. "I'm sorry." It's a simple, honest statement. There is little she can do for his anger.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over and seems confused "Ok, Ah think Ah am lost a bit, why ya made at me? Ah don't think it is over the girl, what did I miss?" The taller young man seems a bit confused obvious not having realized his friend was mad at him." He tries to ponder what it could be and frowns a bit as only one thing he can think of.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug pauses, and then he huffs out a breath. "Okay. In examining my own attempts to communicate, I am *frustrated* with Sam because he exposed himself to risk because he found a cute girl who was slumming it, and wanted to impress her, and because there's something about the way he describes her behavior that's bugging me and I can't put my finger on what it is, and I *hate that*."

"I am ANGRY because Magneto made this COLOSSAL disaster WORSE, just by being HIMSELF before it even happened." He holds up his phone, and plays the Magneto's posthumous broadcast from the Genoshan ruins.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Doug, we're at risk every single day." Betsy says, moving to lower the hood on her expensive ride. She will start scrubbing her hands on a rag pulled from a pocket, even as she heads towards a sink to wash them clean of dirt and grease. "I've had men try to impress me when I'm...slumming it, as you say. Should I not be trusted because I would prefer someone to like me for being who I am, and not what I happen to have?" Her accent rings the words with a light chill.

"It's Magneto, Doug. You're smart enough to know better than to expect otherwise, I do believe." But she will watch the linguist a moment. "If it will help your frustration, I'll follow Sam into the city when he tries to see her next, so we can ascertain her actual motives. Will that make you feel better?"

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over to Doug, and says "It felt like the right thing to do, and Ah didn't tell her ah was a mutant to impress her, heck, was telling her how felt a little guilty compared to the folks at the home that needed help. I don't know why she is hiding that, might be she figured folks aint gonna help a girl wearing two hundred dollar jeans, or feel bad going to give the money when her shoes costs more than she was able to get to donate. Ah aint sure.' He hmms and says "Do you really think he is dead?"

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"It's not... that. It's not *like that*." Doug says. He walks to the side of the loading dock and sits, before he puts his hand on his chin and sits in a moment of ponderous thought. "I pick up on things, I can see bits and pieces of things that others don't and it's not even that she's - I'm sorry I used that term - it's that Mystery Girl is *hiding* something, from *somebody*... and I'm not even sure it's the Mutants she's hiding it from. The trick is that she's making sure that whoever was driving her *limo* wasn't close enough to witness what she was doing, either. I'm worried."

He doesn't answer the question about Magneto, though. "Things are getting to me more than I thought they were. ...Crap."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I don't pretend to have an inkling why she's doing it. I know why I would. Not out of anything nefarious, but out of a need to occasionally feel normal - even if I've never been. Not even before I manifested." Is all Betsy will say about the girl.

She will turn to watch Doug. "Trauma does tend to leave people more emotionally vulnerable for a period of time." She certainly does sound like she has some authority on that subject.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie says, "Well, I have been known to so a dumb thing or two, but Ah have learned a bit "More of the dumb things with Tabitha was letting her get away with doing them, than doing them myself so there is a plus there, Ah am improving, aint let aliens talk me into taking drugs in atleast two years." He says, trying to make his friend laugh at some of his own mistakes over the years."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Don't." Doug says, with his hand over his eyes, "Don't make me laugh." His shoulders shift, and he says, "I'm starting to feel like Asshole Doug, Doug-Who-Downs-Two-Magnums of Champagne in half-an-hour at the Hellfire Club' Doug. Nobody likes that Doug. I don't like that Doug." Then he glances up and says "You can take care of yourself, I know that."

Then he glances at Betsy and mutters, "Betsy, I've seen you go beer for beer with Doctor McCoy and Logan and still come out of it with poise. You're S-Class, no matter where you go."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy will slant a look towards Sam. "Of course you do dumb things. You're a teenage boy." It's a law of the land! There's a twitch of her lips when Doug is trying not to laugh. "You're allowed to be an asshole, now and then. Everyone is."

She pauses in drying her cleansed hands, looking at Doug with a faint widening to her eyes as if she's surprised. "I think you've confused me with someone else, Doug. I have fooled many a person into thinking I'm just...some girl. Everyone deserves to be able to escape, sometimes. That's all I'm saying."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie smiles watching the two. He grins a bit at the two of them, and to Doug he will add. "I am sure, I can find a cold shower to hold you under if we need to get rid of that doug.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Ughhhhh. The headache was enough to cure me of ever wanting to do that again. Just the smell of Bollinger makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit." Doug says, before he glances up at Betsy again. "I'm just worried, Betsy, that's all. People like this don't *stop*. If the first phase of their plan was wiping out sixteen million mutants, and they succeeded so *totally*, what's their next step? Not thatI'm saying this is related..."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy is just silent for a long moment. "We're all worried." She says, softly. A hand lifts to let that bun unfurl, sending purple hair bouncing over her shoulders. "I'm going to go catch a shower and something to eat before the team gets back. Just in case they're so hard pressed as to want my help." She will start to head out of the garage, to head across the grounds towards her little penthouse in a tree. "I'm sure I'll see you both later."