19745/Musings of the Grinch

Musings of the Grinch
Date of Scene:	25 December 2024
Location:	Faculty Lounge
Synopsis:	The Grinch Stole Xmas, Alison wants more salad. Hank and Piotr like meat.
Cast of Characters:	Piotr Rasputin, Alison Blaire, Henry McCoy

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Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr sits within the lounge, on the oversized sectional/couch watching the flat screen on the wall. He has popcorn in a very large metal bowl in his lap and a few soda's to his right in the sectional's cup holders. The lights are low. He's wearing his black gym shorts and a black tshirt that's tight across his chest with sneakers. On the screen is the Grinch (cartoon) where he's standing on the mountain looking down at Whoville - early in the movie - and listening to them sing. It annoys the Grinch. Piotr grins. He mutters something about the Grinch being a true Russian - in the Russian language.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire comes in the front door and walks into the family room where Piotr is watching television. She is wearing her professional clothes! Her cute slacks and her sparkle blouse.

"Hi Piotr," Alison says and then smiles, "I missed dinner again? Are there any leftovers?" she wonders. She walks over to snack on his popcorn, accidentally standing in front of his view of the television.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
When she enters the room and announces her presence, he looks over to see her approach and her glittery attire. He smirks and then says in his Russian accented voice, "Da.. dinner was an hour ago." then when she dips her hand into his popcorn he'll note with a grin, "But, you can share popcorn with me. Only, if you sit with me, not in front of Grinch. He is very entertaining. When it is over, I will make something for you to formally eat." He leans to the side to look around her at the flat screen.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire grabs some more the popcorn to eat and then smirks, "When it's over? But I'm hungry!" she explains, "Gawd, this must be what the Russian gulag is like," she mutters, she has more popcorn. She sits down on the couch, "Did you guys put the leftovers in the fridge?" she pleads.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Stating the obvious, Piotr says, "Always leftovers in fridge. We are no gulag; we are like Swedish Prison - come and go as please, but locked down." - Once she's plopped down next to him, his eyes are back on the Grinch.

<recap for Beast> Piotr sits within the lounge, on the oversized sectional/couch watching the flat screen on the wall. He has popcorn in a very large metal bowl in his lap and a few soda's to his right in the sectional's cup holders. The lights are low. He's wearing his black gym shorts and a black tshirt that's tight across his chest with sneakers. On the screen is the Grinch (cartoon) where he's standing on the mountain looking down at Whoville - early in the movie - and listening to them sing.

Alison is now sitting to his left, sharing his popcorn wearing her glittery jumpsuit.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire is totally wearing her professional pants and blouse cause she just came in from something totally professional, and Piotr is depriving her of food. She snacks on more popcorn, "Yeah those Swedes always have it good," she mutters. Munch munch. She doesn't really pay much attention to the movie, continuing to ask Piotr more questions about the dinner she's missed because she was out, "Did you have chicken? Any mashed potatoes? Salad? Did you have salad?" she wonders.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank had decided that he needed to get Out Of The Lab. But he wasn't feeling especially keen on going to Harry's or the like - he could still taste vodka when he breathed wrong - so an evening of comfortable chairs designed for his bulk, terrible-for-you snacks, and perhaps even some *gasp* pop culture might be in order. Use the Mansion's satellite for things other than Kate hacking people she didn't care for and some of the other students practicing their IT skills trying to decrypt exotic porn.

So he'd bothered to dress in something other than shorts - sweatpants counted!- and a soccer jersey tailored to actually fit his rather broad frame. Barefoot, because he had limits and his feet were prone to complaining about being confined of late, and his reading glasses were on his forehead. But he was tired and caffeine-deprived enough to entirely miss the glamorous popstar and the enormous Russian farmboy in his search for Coffee and a Comfy Chair.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Trying to answer the ramblings of a hungry girl while paying attention to the Grinch has thrown Piotr off a bit. He does his best to keep up with the queries as he says in his accented voice, "Da. Potatoes, turkey, chicken, lamb. Salad is for American girls who try to be skinny. Not for Russian man.

The additional noise within the lounge draws Piotr's attention away from the badgering of his superstar companion and he looks left over his shoulder between him and Alison. He notes with a broadening grin, "Ah, it is Hank. He has come to save me from skinny hungry girl who cannot hold vodka." He said it loud enough to attempt to draw Hank over. He shifts back, eyes forward, back on the Grinch who is about to steal Christmas. The green nemesis is suiting up the doggy and the sled. Nefarious plans.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire grabs a piece of popcorn and tosses it at Henry as he walks past, "Who's for salad? Come on! Let's go," she announces.

Alison jabs Piotr as he jokes at her expense with his comments and leans forward to wave at Henry, "Da! We are going for the salad! The bowl of babuishka!" she tells him in a mock Russian accent, saying a sorta made-up Russian word. She hops up to her feet, "I haven't even had a vodka today! Oh my gawd I'm so sober it's not even funny," she says and goes to get some salad, "Do you want any babuishka, Hank?!" she calls out.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank was dragged out of his lethargy by Piotr's words and then being bonked by a kernel of popcorn. ~Apologies, comrade.~ he said in Muscovite-accented Russian to Piotr, and then he glanced over to the stylishly-dressed Alison. And then he had a moment of feeling horribly under-dressed.

"All I want right now is something devastatingly caffeinated, possibly approaching LD50 dosing. And now that I think about it, food would be good. I think I forgot to eat again." he said, as his stomach audiby growled agreement with this notion. "One I have been appropriately fed, I was planning to rot my first-rate mind with low humor. Has to be something on TV worth watching that doesn't require higher brain functions."

The idea of vodka turned his stomach, which would offend Piotr on a cultural level and Alison on a preferential level. But he had to admit there was some small pleasure in the idea of chemical oblivion among associates.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Looking up at the rising Alison who demands salad, Piotr will see that his Grinch private watch party is slowly being wrecked by hungry girls and super intelligent beast men. He hears the remarks from both and then raises his hands toward the flat screen with the Grinch sliding down the mountain toward Whoville. He intones in an elevated tone of elation, "This.. this is first-rate, worth watching television. Far better than anything in Soviet Russia, or even Russia with it's Japanese corrupted holograms on side screen. This is American classic. Television worth watching that teaches young children not to be jerks that they are today."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire peers at Henry as she parades around the kitchen to get leftovers and maybe get a coffee for him because she's so nice. She holds up a finger knowingly, "What's LD50? Okay wait, you can have a latte, I just got this latte machine for the kitchen. It's rockin," she tells him. She pours in some milk into the machine carefully and presses a button, causing it to sputter and wince. PISHAW! PUFF PUFF!

Alison gets a tiny tiny cup and lets the machine plop out some liquid, while she reheats her leftovers. "Hey! It's ready!" she lets out. She carries the tiny cup over to Henry. "Hey Pete, did you want any?" she calls out. She goes over to make him one anyway.

Henry McCoy has posed:
"A LD50 is the amount of a substance that could kill fifty percent of the population so administered to." he said, probably not-at-all helpfully. He took the delicate little cup and tossed it back like a shot. "I could use about twenty more of those. Is that a new coffee maker? If not, there should be an Addict Mode that will produce blessed coffee in prodigious amounts." he said, diverting to the fridge to find calories. Tasty, tasty calories. "If so, if I were more corpos mentis, I could install the hack in about ten minutes or so." he said as he put the tiny little cup aside to better rummage through the fridge.

~Oh, this is _bullshit_.~ he said in Russian as he rummaged. Leaft greens, vegetables, all healthy things. But Hank wanted protein. Preferably in the form of lunchmeat, if not a pre-grilled steak or the like. Which went to show how out-of-it he was, as there was rarely grilled meat leftovers in the fridge for a school of growing and/or active mutants. Then he poked his head out of the fridge to look over to Piotr. ~Spoken like a true son of the Motherland.~ he said, still in Russian. ~As soon as I acquire sustenance I think I'll join you to watch this paragon of Western cinema.~

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
After pressing pause, Piotr reluctantly joined Ali and Hank on their Kitchen excursion. He was almost out of popcorn, so it was time anyway. He carried the big metal bowl back with him so he could put it into the wash-o-matic for future use.

While in the kitchen, he moves to the walk-in pantry while listening to the two of them go on about coffee and the overt lack of good leftovers. Perhaps he was wrong about the leftovers from dinner - perhaps someone already raided them. He hrms as he pulls Ritz crackers from the top shelf right along with the squeeze cheese. Piotr was here for dinner. He's just having a few after dinner snacks.

Piotr emerges from the pantry and says, "Ordering out on this eve is not an option. Must make due with what we have. Check freezer, perhaps pizza that can be made in oven?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire delivers Piotr his own latte in a tiny, tiny cup while listening to Henry talk, "Don't hack the latte machine, Hank! Come on! What's wrong with that latte, Pete? Anything?" she asks him and motions him from where he's standing over to the little cup, "Come on, try it."

Alison returns to point Henry to the leafy greens and the vegetables with pride, "Pizza? Come on, there's plenty of food!" she tells the boys disappointedly. She takes the tiny cup back from him and smirks, "Don't drink it so fast," she explains. She walks over to the latte machine and churns it up again, "Gawd, Now I'm worn out. What am I, a coffee barimister?" she tries to explain. She pauses in the middle of the kitchen and eyes Hank and Piotr.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank, at the very back of the fridge, found a half a package of sliced roast beef. Brandishing his trophy, he cheered and then in the interest of not having absolutely awful nutrition he grabbed a package of pre-mixed salad greens along with a calorie-dense creamy salad dressing. Now to find some good bread to make his extremely simple sandwich with. And cutlery - he had no intention of trying to eat salad with his fingers.

"I have no intention of exploiting delivery drivers to deliver me suitable sustenance this close to the holiday." he told Piotr reassuringly. "We usually do an excellent job of making sure that there are adequate consumables on hand to fit most any need. Which reminds me, I need to put an order in to restock the Medlab fridge." he said a little absently. "Beast needs Twinkies." he said with a fangy smile and a dazed look on his face for just a second.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr takes the small cup and eyes it. After hearing all the things that they're talking about caffiene, he's glad she took it away from him. Piotr moves to the kitchen table and takes a seat with his squeeze cheese and Ritz crackers. He opens the box, pulls out a sleeve of the crackers, pops the top, opens the sleeve, and starts squirting the cheese on the crackers in small rising circles to make a cheese mountain.

"Speaking of Twinkies and going out. Hank, when was last time you and Simon went piano bar hopping? I would like to join if there is invitation. Piano bars are appealing to me."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire mixes together a (leftover) salad while Henry describes the twinkies he wants and grabs some MEAT, "I'm telling you there's plenty of food. You can share my salad if you want," she mutters and shrugs. These guys don't listen to her and eat something green instead of meat!

"I sang at a piano bar this one time," Alison muses as she has a flashback, "California there's lots of piano bars," she adds helpfully.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank found the good chewy bread and quickly assembled the package of roast beef into a pair of prodigious sandwiches. Along with horseradish and mayo. Then he set about assembling himself a bowl of salad, thoroughly mixed with his dressing. "It's not that we don't like vegetables, Alison. They just tend to be low in calories and my Russian friend and I both have a prodigious need for calories." he explained. Piotr more than him, but _still_.

"You're a converter. Sound to light. He's a specific metamorph and I'm in some considerations a feral." he said, as if that explained anything at all. "And in my case meat just _tastes_ better. Legacy of the changes I've subjected myself to."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire motions to herself, "Well I can't go on stage with roast beef and potatoes every night, it's not gonna work," she tells them, "I should make you guys get up and go jogging with me," she mutters and shakes her head.

"Okay to each their own, are you guys watching movies? I'm going pajamas and bed," Alison explains. She finishes mixing her salad.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr adds to Hank's explaination, "I change to living Osmium. No need for meat in that. Yet, meat is filling. Salad - is like vampire eating Asian person. Will be hungry again in 30 minutes." Piotr smirks at his little joke. Forgets that Jubilee is an Asian vampire until after he says it and then ponders if she's hungry all the time because she's Asian or a vampire. He dismisses the second joke he was about to make.

Hearing Alison's stage presentation, Piotr grins, "Da, please, go on stage with roast beef and potatoes. You will have Russian fan base explode."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank winced at Piotr's choice of metaphor but said nothing. He was putting the finishing touches on his meal and with his extraordinary agility was juggling the plate with his sandwiches, the bowl with his salad, and all the utensils and napkins he'd need to keep things tidy. "Ah. Food acquired. Now we shall visit the shenanigans of my brother in green and the deplorable residents of Whoville." he said with a small laugh.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire grabs Hank's bowl of salad and fixes it with more leafy greens leftover from the fridge, then hands it back to him. She smiles at Piotr and threatens to do the same, looking for his bowl salad. She takes her own and then walks out of the kitchen, "Okay goodnight you guys. Don't stay up too late, there's jogging this week! Maybe not tomorrow but this week."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr asks, "Do not we exercise enough?" thinking that the team exercises on a daily basis, trains, blasts, beats, swings, flies, stuff almost daily. Because Scott... Then he eats another Ritz covered in squeeze cheese. "How is it that we will have time to add /jogging/?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
~Just let it go for now.~ he told Piotr in Russian. "As a medical professional I think we're doing fine for exercise. Your weight management is your affair, of course, but you're more than healthy enough to transform and meet your responsibilities as an X-Man." he said, this time in English. "Not everyone is biologically suited to be as svelte as our pop diva." he said with an easy smile. "Now then. Grinch?" he asked.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire pointpointpoints at Piotr as she walks backwards out the room, "Training? When's training?" she wonders and then adds, "Hey I'm not your mom! Jog, don't jog!" she chuckles and then eyes Henry, "Svelt? What's a svelt? Okay see ya."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr hears, nods, and agrees to Hank's remark, "Agreed, Grinch." and he will stand to watch Alison duck out. "Good night, Ali. Will see you in morning."