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Xaviers: Fourth of July Pool Party
Date of Scene: 03 July 2020
Location: Swimming Pool / Patio Deck
Synopsis: Happy July 4th from Xavier's School!
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Jean Grey, Neena Thurman, Julian Keller, Piotr Rasputin, Scott Summers, Marie-Ange Colbert, Rahne Sinclair, Gabby Kinney, Ruth Aldine, Alex Summers, Franklin Richards, Logan Howlett, Kitty Pryde, Julio Richter, Samuel Guthrie, Carol Danvers, Remy LeBeau, Rogue, Henry McCoy




Emma Frost has posed:
The summer sun beats down on Westchester County. The pool is the perfect temperature and filled with students, facilty, and friends alike who haven't made their way home for the summer.

To celebrate the melting pot that is the United States on this, the birthday thereof... the grill is off and tucked away, as today's party is a potluck with representatives of all sorts of cuisines. Long tables on the edge of the patios groan under the weight of so many things: pho, udon, four varieties of macaroni and cheese, a plethora of casseroles, buckets of fried chicken, individually wrapped tacos from Nacho Hell, bowls of potato and tortilla chips, seven types of salsa (two of them are likely the same), a bowl of green stuff that is allegedly guacamole, jambalaya, kebabs, bratwrusts and schnitzel, queso dip, bean dip, watermelon, cupcakes, eleven types of pies, bowls of cubed jello of various colors, fried rice, four types of potato salad, two types of regular salad, veggie trays, fruit trays, and meat and cheese trays. And more.

One of the tables is dedicated to drinks: mostly sodas and flavored sparkling waters for the kids, though there are two coolers of beers under the table for the adults. All cans. No glass. We're by the pool and we live in a society.

Emma Frost is there with Alex Summers, though Aelx has dipped back inside for a bit to take care of something. Emma is lounging on one of the lounge chairs in a tasteful two-piece sparkling white bikini, with a large white broad-brimmed 'straw hat' with a white ribbon tied around the base and oversized sunnies. Freshly pedicured toes (a bright blue!) point towards the pool water, though she hasn't bothered getting in yet. She's holding a beer that's about half empty.

It's a craft beer. One of her and Alex's contributions, because god forbid the only beers available for today's festivities be American pisswater.

Jean Grey has posed:
Speaking of those that shun American pisswater, Jean saunters in, wearing a green sarong, though the crimson two-piece bikini she has on under that is quite visible through the semi-transparent fabric. Also wearing a straw hat (look, she's a natural redhead, the Sun is her mortal enemy!), she telekinetically fetches an imperial stout from the cooler, guiding it to her hand as she moves over towards Emma, sunglasses obscuring her eyes as she gives the fellow telepath a smile, "Hey, anyone taking this chair? Figured Alex has that one."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino, too, is actually taking the lounge-path, though her bikini isn't quite as tasteful as Emma's, and that could be saying a lot. There's bits of black fabric that actually stay in place, but lying in the sun, it's glaringly obvious she truly is an albino. The glare off of her skin, depending upon the vantage point, could be blinding. She, too, has a beer in hand that is draped over the side of the chair, and her eyes are lazily half-lidded.

"Spoiled. Damn you all."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller takes the sky path, floating in from above and settling at the edge of the pool. He's still a little sensitive about going out, recognizing that people are bound to stare a little bit at his injuries. His wrists have healed now, he doesn't even need bandages, but his lack of hands is still a distinct shock to the system for people not used to seeing it.

But, he got this new Gucci swimsuit that's very snug and European and his abs are looking particularly ripped today. So he'll pretend to be social, at the very least.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr is definitely here. Firstly, there is food. Secondly, it was bound to be a good time. Thirdly, there is food. The large Russian has elected to wear dark red board shorts and a Swole Patrol tank top.

It was easy to achieve his primary goals as Piotr acquires a plate full of kebabs, pie, bars, macaroni and cheese, at least for the first trip, along with a hefeweizen. He sees the familiar faces of Jean and Emma by the pool and raises his can in salute as he approaches, "Good day for party, da?"

Emma Frost has posed:
"Mm, yeah, Alex technically has that one," Emma replies to Jean with a grin. "So you're fine. Love the suit." Not for the first time she laments not being a telekinetic herself. She takes a drink from her can, considering sending a telepathic request to Alex to bring her a (plastic) cup from the kitchen. Drinking from cans. Ugh. How... provincial.

She glances towards Julian, flicking him a telepathic <<Nice suit. Gucci?>> before returning her attention to Jean. "There's a lot of food over there I've no idea what's in it, but considering how fast it's going into the kids' mouths, it must be good," she notes.

Scott Summers has posed:
A pool party and Scott won't spend most of his time at the grill? Well, no complaints from this particular Summers brother. He wasn't looking forward to the cooking duty a hot July day. Despite his surname, he is a boy from Alaska. Very much prefers cool weather.

Which is why he is already in the pool, doing laps. Because, why just relax when you can exercise? Scott's logic is not for everyone, but it works to keep him in top physical shape.

When he finally pulls out, he can see Emma, Jean and Domino and does a mental 'woah', quickly suppressed in consideration of the telepathic women. "Good afternoon, and good July Fourth," he greets.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean chuckles, "We definitely do have a good spread... but then, when you have to feed a lot of kids, they have singularities in their stomachs. I'm sure Hank proved that at some point." She grins and winks at Emma, cracking the can as she doesn't mind looking provincial, though she does telekinetically snag a second can. "Though, I'd definitely recommend the macaroni salad, it's my mother's recipe and I gleefully purloined it from her."

She grins and then saunters a bit down the side of the pool, taking a seat next to Domino as she offers the other woman the beer, "Sounds like you're a little thirsty." Jean does, however, flash a grin towards Piotr as she sees him, also nodding towards Julian and others that she recognizes. Which is probably just about everyone. Though she does look over at Scott specifically, "Hey there, how long /have/ you been doing laps?"

Neena Thurman has posed:
"I'm not sure I have the willpower to get up in order to get food. Did you hire any cabana boys for the day, Emma?" Please? She's joking, of course!

Digging behind her with her free hand, Domino sets a pair of large sunglasses over blue eyes (and spot) before turning her head to watch Jean settle in and accepts the beer graciously. "Heya, Red," is grinned languidly. So warm, so lazy!

So.. hot.

The large Russian's approach is caught and it's a moment where she leans forward to pull the sunglasses down, just to get that unfiltered look before she sets them back into place again. "Good day, yes." She waves, or rather, more salutes with her newly acquired beer, bringing it forward in toast before taking a swallow. Once done, she cants her head, "Neena. Pleased," at Piotr.

Julian's entrance, well.. he's a little younger and gets a nod.

When Scott emerges from the pool, Neena just sighs, murmuring, "So spoiled."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller nods to Emma, answering her through her mental contact. <Of course. I had it on reserve since last fall. Finally getting a chance to use it.> he says. Of course, there's a reason why he's missed the early parts of summer, but he swallows it. He's getting better at that. Pretending things are okay.

He telekinetically snags a drink for himself, floating it over to himself. He keeps his comments about 'macaroni salad' to himself. He suspects he'll be sparing his appetite with the local peasant food as the main thing on offer. He does give Jean a friendly nod, though. She's not a murderous clone. Nope. Not this one.

Things will get back to normal. Things will get back to normal. Don't think about being kidnapped. Or Mutant Town. Or the fact that your garbage parents haven't even checked on you. Just drink something and nod and be a normal young man, freshly graduated and ready to face the world. Not that he's made plans for college yet. Or anything.

He's still rich and gorgeous, though, so he's got that going for him.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma chuckles at the mental flash of appreciation from Scott-- uh, duh, have you SEEN her, Jean, and Neena? Though since he is polite enough to quash it quickly she doesn't respond otherwise. Emma, truth to tell, isn't much better mentally than Julian-- the mental tether she has clinging to Alex's mind just for reassurance he's there and she hasn't lost her powers, if nothing else, points to that. But she's been good at pretending for years that things are anything other than what they are.

Though, a flicker from Julian does give Emma a mild frown. She may have to see what's going on with the Kellers. Truth to tell... his parents haven't shown up to the club recently either. She polishes off her first beer and seems to be a bit distracted as she considers.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott check his watch and hrms, "just forty minutes," perhaps he shouldn't have stopped until he had a full hour. But he expects others will want to use the pool soon, he heard voices.

"Domino," he greets to the albino mercenary. "I herd you were around. Welcome back. Planning to stay for long? We could use some luck this summer," he walks closer, to pick up his towel and find an empty lounge chair. He is wearing a variant of his usual ruby quartz sunglasses, wraparound his eyes, water-proof. They are not comfortable, but needed if he wants to swim. Matching red swimming trunks.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
The arrival of Julian gets a wave from Piotr in greeting. He then says to Jean, "I will make a note to try the macaroni salad on the next trip, then." The Russian nods to Neena as he joins the two by the pool, giving a polite nod to Neena after the introductions, "Piotr, glad to meet you. I assume you know Jean?" He takes a seat near Neena and Jean, and begins eating a little bit before he realizes Scott is in the pool. "Happy Fourth to you, Scott, there is food on the table over there," he points with his fork, the beer having been placed next to him. "But da, it is good day, good food, and good company."

Piotr then looks over the pool, "Also good day for swim. Though a bit too sunny, fortunately I should not burn," because SPF Yes is often needed for days like this.

Neena Thurman has posed:
"Piotr," Neena repeats, consigning it to memory. She looks over to her side, towards Jean again, and there's the black-lipped lopsided grin before she looks back, "Yup. I'm her fault for this time around," is given as explanation for both the Russian and Scott.

"S'good to see you too, Scott." Domino sounds genuine, and she sits up a little, making sure everything is still in place. "I'm planning on saving up on as much luck as I can," is agreed. "I'll be sticking around for a fair bit. Until you all get sick of me, anyway. I did promise that I wouldn't be too bad an influence on the kids, though." She crosses her heart in a quick 'X'. "Swore."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean chuckles, "Relatively speaking, anyway." She gives Neena a wry look, then looks at Scott, "Figured with everything going on, we could use all the luck we could get."

And then she notices Piotr coming over, "Definitely, I might have to dive in later." She smiles over at Piotr warmly, tilting her head in his direction, "If you wanted to do a bit of a swim later." She gives Piotr a bit of a larger grin, at that.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
It was only a matter of time before the girl from the international fashion capital of the world (Regardless of what the U.K. says!) was going to make an appearance. Of course, also being part of Club Redhead, the Sun is a natural enemy of hers so Marie-Ange's dressed for the part. Big, oversized floppy hat worn on top of her head, sunglasses over her eyes, a maroon, one-piece swimsuit being her choice of attire.... though ever the conservative in dress, there's also a red towel wrapped around her waist to provide just a little more skin coverage.

The recently graduated teenager surveys the field around her and smiles. It's always good to see her friends - no, family - having a good time. Especially after some of the horrors they've been through of late!

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     Red hair and a pale complexion is a trait that one Rahne Sinclair shares with Jean. However, it appears that Rahne has her own unique way of solving that issue. For, as Rahne walks up, in a yellow one piece swimsuit, she...isn't her usual petite size of just over 5 feet. No, the Rahne that approaches is flirting with the seven foot mark, and covered with red fur. Adopting her hybrid form, the Scot's more lupine features are certainly visible. And...a more confident, straightforward approach, another side benefit of letting the wolf out.

     There is a nod given to all as the werewolf heads over towards the drink table, snagging herself a can of cola before flashing a toothy grin towards Marie as well, finishing with a wave just for her.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Welcome to Xavier's, then! If it is not impolite, what is it you do, Neena?" Piotr politely says to Neena before going back to work on his food, which is disapparing at a respectable rate. He is mid-sip when Jean comments and gets a nod from Piotr, who then gives a slight grin and a nod, "That sounds like fun, though I should avoid the high dive, I think."

Scott Summers has posed:
As expected the students are arriving, so it looks like Scott got out of the pool just in time. He is also allowing the kids the first go at the food tables reasoning they need more the energy and the delight at the exotic foodstuff Emma brought. It has been a tough year. He is used to the crazy, the aren't. Yet. Which is a pretty depressing thought, and typical Scott.

"Good for Jean," he comments, since she is responsible of Domino's presence. "And yes, some consideration to the kids, please. Particularly the youngest. But not too much consideration, it is a tough world out there for us and they need to be ready."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma gets up, leaving a blue and white striped towel that's been stretched out on her chair behind to go rifle for another beer. Oh. Nice. A sour. She pulls the white-and-pink can from the cooler, cracking it open and taking a drink as she regards the tables of food. She takes a single brownie and makes her way back to the lounging chair, flopping back on it and lazing.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean gives Scott a smile, "Well, I do try... I mean, we can't all be as organized as you, Scott... but I do have my moments." She flashes a grin at Neena, then looks over at Piotr, her grin growing.

"Deal. Though you better not cannonball me when I'm in there." Jean actually gives Piotr a wink at that, looking rather mellow and not-stressed for once... which, for the past few weeks, is a bit unusual for her.

Neena Thurman has posed:
What does she do? Neena runs a quick hand through unruly, mop black hair and grins a touch lopsidedly. There are children present, and she's showing a great deal of restraint there. So, she settles on, "I clean up other people's messes." Sounds better than 'I kill people', right?

Scott is given that grin again. See? She's being good! "Not too much. It's a dog eat dog world, but I'm not stupid enough to cross the Professor." Nope.. no way.

The beer is retaken, and the albino merc leans back again before taking another swallow from her beer. She's going to sit back and enjoy, but not before,

"Piotr. Give you a tenspot if you do it..."

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Rahne is noticed -- she's seen the wolfen form before and been around mutantkind proper for the better part of a year, now, so it's not the kind of thing that makes her jump out of her skin anymore. Instead, the French girl lifts a hand and waves demurely in that direction; opting to walk in the other girl's direction so she can speak without having to raise her voice too much. That, and those cold sodas look good on a hot day!

"Mademoiselle Sinclair! I hope you are doing well. A most happy birthday of America to you!" She offers happily. Waving to plenty of other familiar faces as well as she spies them. Proof evident of her increasing comfort within the confines of the school, as upon her arrival she'd barely talk to anyone at all! With the exception of those who forced the issue.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr says to Scott, "Da. Things have been hard, but we will band together and survive. We are like family." Domino's answer results in Piotr thinking for a moment before says, "Da, that I understand." He does not, at least what he thinks she said is not what she meant, the joy of idioms.

The large Russian finishes his plate and beer and sets them aside for the moment before looking over at Jean and raises a brow and in mock seriousness, says, "I would not do such thing!" The offer of ten bucks from Domino causes Piotr to mull it over in his head for a moment as he rises to dispose of his paper plate and can before taking off his shirt and making his way towards the deeper end of the pool.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
    "Just call me Rahne." The wolf girl's grin widens to a smile. A smile that comes easily to her, a sure sign that Rahne herself is more comfortable. "Ah'm doin' good. And a good day tae ye, as well." She takes a sidestep, allowing Marie full access while she takes a sip from her own can of soda. "Ah thought it be a good day tae be out. And, tae be honest, Ah could smell the food from the lake. Hard tae resist, Ah tell ye..."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller had been half-taking a nap, laying out in the sun alongside the pool. He has an inflatable pillow under his neck and his arms tucked under that. He's at least put on some spray-on sunscreen to keep himself from getting burned. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of reflective chrome sunglasses that probably cost more than the average mortgage payment. He's put in a pair of earbuds and is, somehow, managing to keep to himself mostly at the large gathering of folks. If putting a TK bubble around himself weren't so much of a pain in the ass for concentration, he might do it. But he's here to relax.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean grins and peels off the sarong-skirt, revealing the bottom half of the two-piece red bikini she's wearing underneath as she looks at Neena, "You are incorrigible, you know that?" She chuckles and sets her hat and glasses down on her chair by Domino, then moves towards the pool. She does make sure it's fairly clear before she jumps in, taking advantage of her TK to do a proper cannonball into the middle of the pool with a *SPLOOSH*

Once she swims back up to the surface, she grins and waves at Piotr, "Come on in, the water's fine!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
It was a bit later than she was told the pool party would start, but the whole 'pot luck' idea had appealed to Gabby. And not wanting to come without something to contribute... Well. It took her a bit longer than expected after wracking her mind for something to make that she *could* make. Now she comes up the path carefully holding a large pot (it was called a POT luck after all). She's wearing flipflops that slap-smack against the ground with each step as she peers over the top of the pot making her way cautiously so as to not spill it. The rest of her attire? Well, an overly large t-shirt which likely covered a bathingsuit. It was a pool party, too. She was getting used to this.

"Hi everyone!" She greets cheerily almost raising her hand automatically to wave before recalling she's carrying a pot. Dang. So her path continues to the table with lots and lots of items to add her own contribution.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott bites his tongue before correcting Domino. Piotr probably got the wrong idea about Dom, but it is not important now. "As you said, we are more a family than a school or a team. Many of us have nowhere else to go."

He stands up, changing the swim-glasses by a regular set, mostly dried off already. The sun is hitting hard. "I am going to prepare some iced coffee. Maybe grab some food along the way. I will get back in a few minutes."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino salutes Jean with an upraised beer that is almost gone as the redhead cuts the splooshing off at the pass. Still, it'll be a whole lot of fun to watch the large Russian contribute to the cannonball run!

Glancing over at Scott, there's that lopsided grin again. Piotr probably will get the wrong impression, but now is not the time or place to come out and say, 'Mercenary.'. Maybe later, at the bonfire? (If there isn't one, there will be!) "It's all good, Scott.. see you in a few."

Now, the albino sits back, settles her glasses back, finishes off her first (of many beers) and enjoys. Gabby's approach gets a grunt of acknowledgment, added with, "Hey, kiddo.." before those blue eyes close. "God, I hope I don't burn.." is murmured.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
"Oh, oui, Mademoiselle Si--Rahne. So many delicious looking things to try. Knowing that Mademoiselle Frost and Monsieur Summers would likely be bringing so many delights certainly played a part in my daring to venture beyond the walls." she admits with a bit of a flush to her cheeks. Not that the company wasn't temptation enough, mind, but... unlike Rahne, she can't cover herself with fur! Though, she probably could just ride around in the Chariot all day.

"Mademoiselle Gabby!" she calls out at hearing the familiar voice, waving her own hand as well. Another very familiar and good to see face. "Come join us, oui?" 'Us', being herself and Rahne. Though since they're by the food, that's probably where Gabby's heading!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Hi Marie!" Gabby calls out only to pause, and look around for Rogue. "Both Maries," she adds just in case she hadn't seen the other over the rim of the pot. She does indeed join the first Marie and Rahne by the table as she sets her pot down. Her hands dust off on her thighs, and she grins proudly. "I can't really cook, but I managed to do this! Though the rest of the stuff looks way better," she admits while she reaches up to take the lid off the pot of hard boiled eggs. All peeled already, and cleaned, but... Hard boiled eggs. Very basic.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma gives Gabby a wave from her lazing spot. She has no desire to join the pool splashing yet... though she does roll over to get sun on her backside. She reaches over on the side table and grabs the book she's been reading-- since her hat blocks the glare of the sun-- and goes back to her reading. From the glimpse of the cover, it's some sort of fantasy novel. With elves and swords.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr looks to Jean and nods. He takes a deep breath before taking a couple of bounds and curling up into a cannon ball, plummeting into the deep end of the pool, to avoid splashing others. The thud of Piotr hitting the water is certainly audible as he punches through the surface tension, and then swims to the surface, hoping that the rumor about swimming after eating is not true.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
There wasn't even an entrance at all! Well, nothing spectacular stating outloud that she was there. Ruth ambles in, always one to partake in the gathering of the masses (not), dressed to not impress and more like to blend into the background. Her swimsuit was a pair of shorts, striped. Which follows the tank top. Striped. Which follows the flip-flops (or blip-bops when she was younger), all striped. No towel, but a can of Coke Zero and a cup of ice that occupies her hands. And a straw. She hangs back for a little, then slowly approaches one of the lounging chairs to settle into the middle, feet flat on the ground, body hunched to keep it from flipping over.

Alex Summers has posed:
    The tremendous splash in the pool from Piotr's arrival also heralds the return of Alex, part two, the return. The younger Summers is wearing swim trunks in black with a blue stripe across either leg and flipflops, carrying a towel he's retrieved from indoors along with a cooler. At least he's temporarily shed his Hawaiian shirt for today (blue with surfing cats on surfboards) for the moment as he ambles back over to rejoin Emma at her lounge, setting the cooler down next to it where he can kick off his sandals as he holds up a hand to shield himself from what splash makes it out to him, grinning a bit. "Annnnd back." he says, a bit unnecessarily to Emma as she probably sensed him coming a ways away.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller sits up a bit, making brief eye contact with Gabby, almost shy as he raises an arm in greeting to her. He notices Ruth's arrival and shifts a bit over to her, the odd girl and he having struck up...well, not exactly a friendship, but an understanding at least.

Before he can say much, Piotr makes his big splash, splattering a bit on Julian with the wetness, "Careful there, comrade, I was on a six month waitlist for this swimsuit, I'm not about to get it wet," he says, sliding down his sunglasses on his nose.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
A soft giggle is offered at the admission of not being able to really cook, and the French redhead smiles, "You made something edible, non? This is several steps beyond what I could do in the kitchen. Cue a dramatic sigh that follows it. "Alas, I shall never be a trophy wife, sentenced to a life of turmoil or risk poisoning those I care for." Not that she has any such inclination. She didn't mind the job Jubilee had arranged for her at the burger joint. "So do not be uncouraged, you did wonderfully!" Discouraged, not uncouraged. Close though.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean awks a bit at Piotr's cannonball, shielding herself with her hands out of instinct, even though he does it far enough away not to get anyone. Especially her. She smiles and swims gracefully over towards him, "Now, that did feel pretty good, didn't it?" She chuckles, then moves around Piotr playfully, before swimming over towards one end of the pool.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma does sense Alex coming through their link, and //might// purposefully stretch a bit on her lounger where she's face down enjoying her book, which may or may not involve a bit of a hip wiggle as well as a not-entirely benign arching of her back before she rolls over onto her back again, practically posing. "Mm, Alex, are those more of the hefes? Let me get one," she notes regarding the small cooler. Yes there are children and teenagers around, but... she's three beers in and doesn't particularly care.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"If it is swimsuit, but you do not swim in it, is it still swimsuit, or is it just suit?" Piotr says as he ponders, though he is soon distracted by Jean's arrival, to which he laughs at her own chuckling, "Da. Water is, indeed, fine." The Russian watches her circle for a brief moment before joining her at the end of the pool, "That could have gone worse, I think." He even gives a grin at that.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth was probably splashed, her hair likely wet but she didn't flinch not one bit. Julian's shifting near her does allow her to put the soda and ice along with straw down in between the two. "You are thirsty, yes." She says to Julian, a little hello in her own way.

Though nothing else more is said as she appears to watch the others, elbows planted upon her thighs, chin in her hands, and sandal-clad feet oddly tapping at a random rhythm.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grin warmly at Marie's encouragement even if the English is a bit off. She understood and appreciates it none the less as her smile widens considerably. "Thanks! I tried my best," she agrees with a nod only to glance over to the SPLOOSH at the pool. In doing so she catches Julian's eye. Her expression softens, though the grin remains there. "Julian! Glad to see you out!" Looking back to Marie she seems torn a moment, eyes flitting back and forth between her friend and Julian. Hmmm.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller smirks at Piotr, "Swimwear, as well as athleisure, are extremely important segments of the fashion industry. These are meant to look good on a runway, not chlorine-soaked and wadded up by the drain in the communal shower," he says.

He floats the drink up to his mouth and takes a sip, "Thanks," he says to Ruth, "You want a beer?" he teases her. He sees Gabby call out to him and raises a...well, not a hand. "I decided to take a brief respite from self-flagellation. Don't worry, I'll be wallowing in my own misery soon enough."

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Marie follows Gabby's eyes towards Julian, and her lips quirk in a little grin. Well. Her cards did tell her she needed to aid in social situations, today. She bumps her hip gently against Gabby, then nods towards the boy. "Go. You should see him, and he can see how mignon you look!" More encouragement -- even if the French word for 'cute' might have Gabby thinking that she was compared to fine steak.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean grins back at Piotr, then flashes a glance at Julian, "Well, to quote a former Presidential candidate, 'Is it too much to ask for both?'" She chuckles, tilting her head back towards Piotr as she says, "Yeah, at least there wasn't any yeeting involved on this one. Though I think form and function can coincide easily enough." Her lips curve a bit more as she looks over at Piotr, then she dives under the water briefly, coming back up after she gets a bit of a cooldown from the summer heat.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex does pause to admire Emma's totally accidental on purpose stretch, his lips curving up slightly, before he raises a brow. "You've already gone through three, sure you don't want some water before another?" He's not usually one to spoil Emma's fun, but, well...she's still on medical meds and he's well aware she can get more than a bit tipsy if someone doesn't regulate things. "I've got one of those spiked seltzer things too, was curious what they were like..:" he says, popping the cooler open. Jefes, spiked setlzer, a few diet pepsi, and some water bottles inside in the ice.

    He leans back, watching the fun with a faint smile. It's nice to see everyone just...having fun. Relaxed. No craziness for a bit.

    hough he will hand Emma her bottle if she insists.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney ducks in to give Marie a quick hug in return to the suggestion. "Thanks," she offers quietly. She did want to spend some time with Julian since he felt up to being out. But also, there was SO MUCH to do! She starts in that direction only to pause at the table eyeing some of the unfamiliar offerings. Deciding just to nab something quick she plates up a few slices of watermelon on a plate, and then strides over to where Julian and Ruth were.

"Hi! I'm Gabby," she greets of the unfamiliar Ruth while sitting down carefully on the edge of Julian's lounge chair. Ha. He wasn't getting away that easily. The plate it set on his chest as she offers, "Got plenty to share!"

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr raises a brow towards Julian, "But why?" He has a bit of genuine confusion on his face, "But, it is your suit." He shrugs and looks to Jean, "Da. Not being yeeted is helpful for this, though now I know what it is like to be the yeetee instead of the yeeter." A nod, "But da, why make something if it cannot be used?" The Russian continues to tread water.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Please." Ruth starts, then tilts slightly towards Julian. "I want to graduate this year. Thank you." Which was a no. "Sorry. No." Shoulders slump as she retains her previous pose, this time knees swaying back and forth, then mutters. "This is weird." EVERYONE IS HAPPY! It's weird, when she dreams, she mostly sees shouting, smoke.. fire.. bodies strewn around, people screaming. To 'see' and be around something calm, it was weird. And odd.

Gabby's happy appearance causes her to sit straight up, her hands soon placed upon her knees as she tries out a smile, but falls flat. "I am Ruth. Thank you. Hello!" And that's about as cheery as she could get; unmatched in dreary and drab. "Do you want a beer?" She asks Gabby. Because, why not!

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma channels Scott for a moment, mentally thwapping Ruth, Julian, and Gabby. <<No beer for kids,>> the blonde telepath 'says' in an obvious mockery of Scott Summers' voice. She does take the offered water from Alex with a put-upon sigh.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller gives Gabby a careful hug, but even that is pretty rare for him. He doesn't generally do touching, but Gabby's been made an exception, it seems. "Gabby, this is Ruth. She's cool," he says which, again, is a ringing endorsement. Can it be that Julian is making actual friends and not just associates he tolerates because of their shared physical proximity and the social niceties which have been drilled into him by rote since his awful and neglectful childhood of empty privilege?

MAYBE.

He cocks his head at Piotr, "I really just do not have time to teach you about fashion, Piotr. Especially since I doubt you'd appreciate it. Or be able to afford it. Ignorance really can be bliss."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean wrinkles her nose a bit at Julian, then gives Piotr a wry look, "Fashion isn't anything you need to worry about. As long as you're happy with it, that's all that matters." She hmms, "I'm going to head back inside for a bit, otherwise I'm going to be as red as my hair. But I'll try to be back later." She grins at Piotr, giving his arm a light squeeze with her fingers before she swims past him, climbing out of the pool and walking to her things, getting them, as well as a handy beach towel to dry off with before retreating inside for a bit. "Back in a bit, guys." She smiles warmly at all present, giving them a wave as she puts the shades back on, going inside since... well, yeah. Ginger vulnerabilities to sunlight are not mitigated by the X-gene, but just a constant application of sunscreen.

Franklin Richards has posed:
    After a Fantastic cookout, Franklin Richards arrives at Xavier's descending from the air dressed in a black tank top and floral board shorts, a towel slung over his neck. Along with him floats a tray of pigs in a blanket and a big pot of creamy baked mac n' cheese.

    "Hey, everyone," the dark-haired youth greets with a broad grin. "Sorry, I'm late. I had family stuff, but I brought food..." The trays float over to the long tables where the foodstuffs are located.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex grins at Emma. "You'll thank me later.' he says confidently at her grumbling, pausing to get out some tanning lotion. "You've got some of this on already?" he says, running it over his shoulders and arms quickly. Not that he's super pale, but writing a graduate level thesis does not allow for as much time outside as he might like, so making up for lost tanning now. Not to mention getting a whole host of broken ribs. Though by now the bruises have faded and he doesn't need the pressure bandage anymore, though there's still some mottling to the skin on his right side here and there.

    He looks over the group, noting Ruth as someone he hasn't met as he waves to Jean as she walks past, then looks curiously at Franklin as he arrives, not recognizing him. So many students here really. But it's also nice to hear Julian getting back to his old self too, and Gabby as well. He was a bit worried for the two.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr raises a brow and Julian and shakes his head dismissively, instead turning to Jean and giving a nod, "Da. I am definitely happy." The mention of needing sunscreen also gets a nod, "Also yes, being burned is certainly not enjoyable. Knowing my luck it is already too late." He affords her a grin as she departs and hangs on the side of the pool for a little bit, observing the new arrivals and seeing what is going on.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney leans into the hug from Julian only to grin wider when Ruth sits up to greet her. The forced smile was taken with a genuine one herself as she regards the older girl quizically. She's about to respond about the beer when Emma's mental admonition comes causing her to groan a little good naturedly. "It's not like it'd do anything to me, Emma! But yeah it does taste kinda bad anyway so..." She shrugs a bit. "Thanks for the offer but nah."

As for Julian and Piotr's argument she furrows her brow. "It's like... Art that you can wear, kind of. You want to keep it looking a certain way because that's how the artist meant it to be." She tried at least. "Right?" It's Julian she asks this of with a glance back toward him for confirmation. She was still learning this fashion thing herself as if the oversized t-shirt with a laser-cat on it wasn't obvious enough.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma gives her significant other a Look. "If I was a telekinetic, I'd throw you into the water right now," she says dryly to Alex, though she does take a long drink of the water. "Head first." She glances around. Scott must have gone inside for something. "Your brother was here earlier," she notes to Alex with a shrug. "He'll probably be back shortly." She puts the half-empty water bottle down and picks up her bottle of sunscreen, beginning to reapply it, just in case. Burns suck.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth really was about to get Gabby a beer, that was until the metaphysical whap hits her and a word of warning to the mind that sets her straight. As it happens, her head lurches forward, both hands raising to smack against the top of her head, along with a comical glance around and a trembled bottom lip of where a scowl could have been. Probably not. "S..sorry.." But since Gabby didn't really want a beer, Julian was busy arguing the semantics of hugging people and fashion.. wait.. was he saying something about hugging people outloud..

A hand clasps along her mouth as she stands, the arrival of Franklin a reprieve of her saying -whatever- came to mind. She was told not to do that. "Food. Bye." She says to Julian and Gabby, leaving them be to quick rush to the table with an awkward and stiff speedwalk that causes cringe. As soon as she reaches the table, she waves limply towards the young man and begins to pick. Pick. Palm. Stuff. Chew.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex looks the very picture of innocence. "Whaaaat? You will." He grins a bit, then says casually. "Need me to get your back? I could use help with mine if you don't mind it." He nods to Ruth as she goes zooming past to the food, chuckling a bit. "Mm, good spread for the food too..." He waves idly to the group in the pool. "Actually a dip would be kinda nice maybe..." Now he looks torn, looking at the sunscreen, then Emma, then the pool. Back to Emma.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller nods to Gabby, "Exactly. The precisely tailored fit isn't going to be displayed properly if it's soggy. This is meant to be worn snugly, a proper banana smuggler," he says.

He's about to speak to Ruth again when she abruptly goes and heads towards Franklin, leaving him blinking for a moment but then following up with a shrug. He had already begun to get a sense of the girl's rhythms. "Don't take it personally," he says to Gabby, "She's just...different. Sees the world in her own way."

He also just sticks his tongue out at Emma. <Spoilsport.>

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma stifles the snarky response she has for Julian, and looks at Alex. "You mean to say there's something you want to do more than put your hands on me?" she says with a purposeful pout. "Oh. I understand." She's obviously teasing him, and she does hand him the bottle. "And yes, I'll get your back before you hop into the pool."

Franklin Richards has posed:
    Franklin touches down poolside just after his offerings are added into the potluck, and Ruth begins to help herself. "Oh, hi," He blinks a bit, watching her go to town. With her hands. "Um, maybe I should've brought plates." He sorta chuckles. "I'm Franklin." A stainless steel cross flashes at his earlobe, and he goes to offer a hand but thinks better of it.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex mock siiiighs. "Oh, well, I suppoooose I can hold off on a cool tip for the privilege of rubbing lotion all over you, Miss Frost." he says, a twinkle in his eyes as he moves over to perch on the edge of Emma's chair obediently. "Besides it's supposed to be waterproof.' He raises an eyebrow at Julian sticking his tongue out at Emma, glancing at her, but mentally shrugs. Telepathy! He obviously missed something.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney leans in to give Julian's cheek a quick peck of a kiss when he agrees with her on that particular topic. Even Ruth's abrupt departure doesn't seem to phase her as she just nods toward the girl, and then grins at the explanation. "It's okay. I had a lot of sisters with different personalities. Not all of them were social butterflies. I mean, look at Laura," she points out with hands spreading in a helpless shrug. "You want anything off the table? I can grab it for you," she suggests as she watches the others join in. Franklin's arrive earns a wave along with a, "Welcome to the party!" Yeah, she didn't know who he was either.

"If not I might hop in the pool maybe. I don't know. I haven't been swimming in awhile." Plus she was wearing that bathingsuit that was picked out on a shopping trip and she wasn't sure she had the guts just yet to show it off.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Whilst munching, Ruth turns towards Alex and Emma, appearing to watch them for a time, then directs her attention upon Franklin. To her, he seems odd. Or at least looks it. The way she views him is like a swirl of colors, though at least he has a face. "Hi. Sorry." She says to Franklin, stuffing the last bits of food into her mouth, reaching to get another piece, this time a slice of watermelon, which was soon placed upon her palm and held out as if she were going to offer it to him.

She wasn't though.

"Ruth." Messy hand extended. He may not have wanted to shake her hand, but she definitely wanted to shake his! "Do you believe in God? Sorry. My aunt told me that chlorine will make the jewelry rot and your body parts will fall off. Sorry."

Logan Howlett has posed:
The savage Canadian runt arrives wearing a pair of black swimming trunks and nothing else. He is a man of north bearing a hairy chest, rippling muscles, and more importantly, a crock pot full of french fries, cheese curds, and gravy. More infamous than the Wolverine himself, poutine has come to grace the Xavier estate.

A mild crack is the perpetual resting 'grumpy face' displays as his lips curl at the sight of all the kids relaxing and eating. He sets the crockpot with the rest of the food, removes the lid, and takes a deep whiff. He sighs in triumph then immediately follows his nose to the cooler beneath one of the long tables. He grabs a cold one, a plate, and then begins piling on the food.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
A pair emerge from the school and head towards the pool. One is carrying a covered plate and the other is flying about her head excited. Kitty and Lockheed approach the pool area, both heading towards the table with the food, while Lockheed gets there far in advance. He dive bombs the table, scooping up a hamburger from a plate of them and then landing nearby.

Kitty sets down the plate, looking over towards everyone. "Happy 4th of July," she tells them with a grin. "Brought some of mom's chocolate chip cappuccino brownies that she sent," she says, putting the plate down and pulling off the lid to deal the dark chocolatey treats. She takes one for herself and then gets a bottle of bbq sauce and pours just a little bit on Lockheed's burger while he waits for her to.

After, Kitty moves over to a deck chair to eat. She kicks off her sandals and is otherwise wearing sunglasses and has a wrap around her hips, probably covering a bikini bottom that matches the top.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex waves to Logan and Kitty as they arrived. "Hey, welcome...wow, poutine...always wanted to try that." Alex says curiously, eyeing Logan's dish of choice, then smiling at Kitty's enthusiasm. "Cappuccino brownies? Huh. I used to have a friend who absolutely loved chocolate in her coffee, never really tried it myself." he muses thoughfully. "Welcome to the party, either way."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller shakes his head, "I'll pass on the flybait spread. I'm sure I can get something sanitarily delivered later if I'm absolutely starving," he says. He smiles at Gabby and nods, 'You should, get some reps in or whatever they call it," he says.

He doesn't echo the holiday sentiment simply because he really couldn't care less about said holiday, he's just trying to be a bit more social with himself, get out in the world, pretend that he isn't filled with a constant and gnawing sense of despair. Y'know, the usual.

The brownies DO get a bit of a look, "Well. Maybe a little something."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio has been moving pretty sluggishly today, as he has the day off from summer classes and no assignments due for another week. Still, he eventually makes his way out to the pool, wearing a pair of tight-fitting dark green trunks and a loose pink tank top bearing an 80's-style gradient sunset. The former he got in Monaco as a birthday present, the latter he shoplifted from a thrift shop before enrolling at Xavier's, so he's less participating in the fashion conversation than wearing an argument.

Like Logan, he decided to bring something from his home country to the potluck: a tray of homemade flautas he threw together in the school kitchen. "Hashtag all countries matter," he comments as he sets the tray down next to the groundskeeper's. Did... did someone set Julio up with a twitter account? God help us all. He grabs one of his own rollups of fried, cheesy goodness, and starts munching on it before entering any conversations.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Heat.. burning.. oh..!

Domino's eyes open again, and bolting upright, pushes up the sunglasses to check for burns. Even with the best of SPFs (Yes), there's the danger of burning. Nothing worse than falling asleep under a warm sun.

Whew... nightmare, but Domino begins to rise from her seat anyway. Bikini + albino + sun for too long? Never good.

*grumble*

Poutine? What? Blue eyes do a quick search to find the culprit, and once on her feet, she finds a light wrap before padding down to where the food is. And Logan.

"That actually smells good," she cracks. "How've you been?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde takes a bite of dreamy chocolatey goodness. "Old family recipe from my aunt," Kitty says to Alex after finishing the bite. "Unfortunately the cooking genes skipped a generation, but thankfully Mom ships things out regularly," she tells him with a little grin.

The sight of the poutine gets Kitty back on her feet. She wanders over towards it, eyes going to the Canadian who brought it. "Logan," she says with a nod of her head towards the man who has been more mentor and more to her. "Anyone seen Betsy around? I wanted to wish her Happy Treasonous Colonial Day," she asks as she gets some of the poutine on a plate along with a flauta. "Hey Julio, these look good," she says with a smile.

Lockheed is happily consuming the hamburger. It doesn't last long.

Franklin Richards has posed:
"Oh, you mean like the Judeo-Christain God?" Franklin asks, startled by the question, and touches his earring. "Hm. Interesting question. Well, I've met a lot of beings that have claimed to be gods, so it's hard to know, right?" And if gods are measured by creation, then he could probably be considered one in some circles. Maybe he should start a cult. "but I think faith can empower people in a lot of ways." He shrugs.

    "And I'll be sure to clean it after I get out," He continues. As for the hand...a psionic field shaped like a hand shakes Ruth's. She's blind, so she won't be able to tell, right? "Pleasure to meet you." He turns and waves to some of the others, Gabby who welcomed him and Kitty who he recognizes.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins at the apparent change in Julian's mind about getting something. "I'll nab you one," she offers as she hops to her feet off the side of his chair. There was one next to him on the other side that was free so she claims it by pausing to peel her laser-cat t-shirt off overhead. The bikini she wore beneath was simple enough: A blue strapless band that went across her chest THANKFULLY hiding everything that might seem indecent, and a bottom that was also blue. And high on the hip.

Not quite fit for her age, but not unfitting for her age, either. Blame the fashonistas she went shopping with when she picked it out.

With that done she bounds over to the food table, flip flops smacking away on the ground as she approaches. Right... toward... Kitty and Logan because as she approaches the smell of whatever Logan brought has caught her attention. "What is *that*?" She asks as she pauses sniffing and hopping onto her toes to try and peer inside better.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Yes. You wear it on your ear. It is shiny." Ruth remarks of Franklin's earring. She stops eating to listen to Franklin's explanation, which was fluid, though there was no show of emotion or hint that she was listening to him, she understood. And she also had no comment. This was a good practice at 'reeling it in'! You know, for friendship?

The shake of her hand causes her head to tilt, and soon she was drawing her own hand back to wipe obviously on her swimsuit. "How did you do that?" She asks. Yes, she saw it. Or didn't see it. The way the clairvoyance works is weird. And since now that Franklin shook Ruth's hand with some odd psionic gift, they were destined to be best friends.

Til the end of time.

Forever.

Well, til next wee.. Ooh.. more food..!

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan cracks a slight grin and nods to Alex, "Well grab it while it's hot."

After the Canadian has managed to stack his plate, he finds an empty corner of table and sets it down. Raising the long neck bottle of his beer, he extends a signal lethal claw and promptly slices the top off it, along with the cap. A couple of chugs and a pleased sigh quickly follow followed by a bite of flauta, because he definitely grabbed one of those after Julio deposited them.

He eyes Kitty for a moment then calls out, "Hey Kit, get some poutine, before you turn to skin 'n bones."

He gazes down toward Gabby and grins, "That's poutine, kid. French fries, cheese curd, and gravy. Tastes ten times better than it sounds. Makes a believer out of everyone who tries it."

He turns toward Domino, raises an eyebrow, looks her up and down and then gazes up toward the sun with a squint. He is clearly thinking the same thing regarding albinos and UV. He shrugs and nods, "Decent, all things considerin'. I'm..." He growls under his breath, "Tryin' to keep to.. uhh.. err.. cheerful topics today. Figure people need the break."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino nods her acknowledgment regarding that nasty sun, and the potential of blinding others due to her pastiness. She, too, is in a bikini that follows the advice of 'less is more', but still is decent enough for a gathering such as this. But... "Yeah. Parties like this kinda make me wish I actually //had// friends," is offered up with a grin. "But, I'm gonna go in, get changed and hope I don't look like a lobster." A nod of greeting is given to Gabby, as she turns and heads off to the mansion proper where she's got her leathers. Time to get out of the sun!

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma goes back to lounging after Alex has applied her sunscreen, leaving him free to go gorge on poutine... or whatever it is. Food. As soon as his back is turned, though, she's going for another beer out of the cooler beside her, cracking it open and draining about a third of it. HMPH.

Julio Richter has posed:
At Kitty's compliment, Julio actually frowns down at the flauta he's holding. "I did what I could, but mamá makes them better," he says, a little bit dispiritedly. They're actually really good, but he can be his own worst critic, sometimes. That won't stop him from finishing it, of course. He reaches for a beer, then, with a slight wince, remembers that the country they're all gathered to celebrate has /opinions/ about that, and gets a ginger ale instead.

Still, it wouldn't be Julio if he didn't find some way to rage against the machine, and today it's going to be leaping into the pool mere seconds after eating. Gripping the sealed can tightly, he gets a good run-up and then cannonballs into the water. Take that, stomach! You're not the boss of me! A second later, he surfaces, pops the top, and takes a swig.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Sniff. Sniff. Oh yeah, that's getting eaten. "I understood most of those words and I like them," Gabby responds with a solid nod as she nabs a plate to dish out some of the Canadian specialty on her plate. And then some flautas. And just to be health some of the suspicious guac... Not forgetting the brownie from Kitty's own addition.

Julio gets a grin at his remark. "They smell great, Julio! It's a lot better than what I brought," she adds tipping her chin toward the pot of hard boiled eggs. Just plain hard boiled eggs. "But I don't really know how to cook." With a shrug she finishes loading her plate up. It's all carefully balanced as she walks back slowly biting the tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth. Focus. Focus. Patience. Do not just run back over. It will spill the delicious smelling plate.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex gives Emma a pat on the leg as he gets up. "Anything to eat you want?" he offers, taking orders from Emma, before he starts making his way over towards the food. And the poutine, darwn much like Gabby after it. "Wow, that does smell good..." he says, getting a plate to spoon some out to try, then snags one of the flautas as well, then a bun and some BBQ to go with it followed by one of kitty's brownies, laughing slightly as Julio goes splashing into the pool. "Oh, the eggs are yours? Heh, you should have let me know next time, I know a nice easy devilled egg thing I could show you? Simple to make and you've got the eggs to do it." he says bemusedly.

Franklin Richards has posed:
    Franklin decides he really shouldn't be surprised that the blindfolded mutant can see. "It's a trick I picked up from my mom," He explains with a wink before looking at the long table. "All of this looks so good." He sighs, finding a plate and offering another to Ruth. Then, he starts piling food on how own. Bottomless pit, this one is. He makes sure to grab two brownies and a can of soda too.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Domino gets another raised eyebrow, "If you are here Domino, you've got friends. Probably shouldn' discount that."

Logan sips on his beer and glances off in Julio's direction. "Nostalgia.. is a good spice. Kinda hard t'top it."

The Canadian stuffs a forkful of his own cuisine inside his mouth, nodding down to Gabby. He frowns a bit then swallows, "Well, uh.. I'm not the greatest chef, but I know a thing or two. We can teach ya the basics sometime."

He grabs one of the boiled eggs and tosses it back. His chest rumbles as he chuckles. "Lived off these for awhile myself though. Y'contributed, kid. That's what counts."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde wipes her fingers on a napkin then reaches over to rest a hand on Julio's shoulder. "Moms always make them better. That's why they are moms. But you did a great job," she says, taking another bite of the flauta and grinning to him. Kitty takes a bite of the poutine next. "This is good Gabby," she says with a motion towards her plate. "How are you doing today? Happy Independence Day."

The skin and bones comment from Logan just gets a grin from Kitty. "Long as it doesn't put hair on my chest," she tells Logan with a laugh.

She moves to sit down again and eat, while Lockheed is already taking wing to eye the table looking for his next bit of culinary conquest. Kitty waves to Domino as she heads inside. "I left some sunscreen by the door," she says. Her eyes go to Franklin after. "Great seeing you at the car wash. Which was... ah... a very 'Wade' thing, wasn't it?"

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Well, consider slightly mystified. She nods at Franklin's explanation, and with the plate offered to her, she takes it. "It's going to smell later." Ruth doesn't specify what would, she just lets it known that something would.

Or someone.

She doesn't follow behind Franklin this go, carefully going around the table, piling one item upon her plate neatly, even taking up a scoop of pork without the bun, and a lone hamburger patty as well. The poutine was created with a total of ten fries, one flauta, and a brownie for good measure. And since most were either grabbing their food or preoccupied with swimming and conversation, Ruth ducks and hides beneath the table, once again resorting to eat with her hands. All because she forgot to grab a fork. Gotta save face somehow...

Julio Richter has posed:
"Thanks, Gabby!" Julio calls out from the pool, where he has leaned back into a lazy float and is currently drifting toward the shallow end. Once he has moved far enough to stand, he pops up to see the dish she brought, raises his eyebrows, and then comments, "Perfecto. We could all use a nice egg in this trying time." Jesus, somebody /did/ get him on twitter.

He was either absentminded or feeling shy, and didn't strip out of his tank top before leaping -- a couple of surreptitious glances at Julian's revealing swimsuit and instagram-ready abs provide a clue which, even for the non-telepaths present -- so the top billows when submerged and clings and sags as he stands and sloshes over to the edge closest to the table. "Yeah, I guess you're both right," he sighs, acquiescing Logan and Kitty's comments. He'd just rather pretend to miss the food than admit he's maybe a little bit homesick.

So, quick change of subject: "A 'Wade' thing?" he asks Kitty, before admitting, "I'll be honest, I'm sort of foggy on what actually happened that day."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney gives a thumbs up at Alex and Logan. "Good, I wanted to bring something. I mean that's what a pot luck is, isn't it?" Grinning she glances at Alex curiously. "What's a devilled egg?" Hey if it could improve hard boiled eggs, by all means, she was up for it. For now though she just plucks up her plastic fork and digs into that poutine.

Which results in her eyes widening as she chews it. A little happy feet kick comes along with an appreciatie, "MMm!M!MMMM!" from her mouth being too full. Oh, this was perfect for her. Salty. Cheesey. Gravy. Potatos.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"If the crap we've been through didn't put hair on y'chest, Kit. It's never gonna happen." Logan reminisces then steals another hard boiled egg, because they are delicious orbs of protein. He chases it with a beer.

He points a thumb at his chest as he gazes over to Julio, "I'm callin' this a belated Canada Day myself."

A rich laugh escapes Logan's throat at Gabby's reaction to the poutine. "Ha.. That's about how I expected things t'go." The laugh becomes a chuckle as he sips from his beer, his mood seems to lighten.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde perks up. "Gabby made the eggs?" She gets back up from her seat to head over and scoop a pair of them up. One is tossed over to Lockheed who catches it in his mouth and wastes no time on it. The other goes onto Kitty's plate as she takes as eat again.

"Well, Wade is a friend of the school. He is a very unique personality, which is good because I don't think the world could handle two of them. Not even sure about one. Anyway, he figured a bathing suit car wash would be a distraction people could appreciate. Or... well honestly I shouldn't try to guess at 'why' with his line of thinking. That's what he did, anyway," she tells Julio with a shrug. "Probably worked too."

Kitty grins towards Logan. "Appropriate your own holiday!" she tells him. Meanwhile, there's a flap of wings as Lockheed flies over to the table, but instead of raiding it for food, this time he swoops down beneath it, landing next to Ruth on all four legs with a little woosh of air that would announce his arrival if she didn't see it. He sits up on his hind legs and then nudges her with his snout.

Alex Summers has posed:
    " A deviled egg is where you boil the egg, cut them in half, take out the yolk, and mix it with mayo and mustard so it's like a nice creamy goodness, then you spoon it back into the half egg. It's really tasty." Alex promises, starting to dig into the poutine as he lets out a chuckle at Logan. "Mm, I'm good with a mixed Canada/United STates holiday here." he says amusedly.

Franklin Richards has posed:
    Once his plate is full and at risk of toppling over, Franklin moves over to eat, sit, and talk. "Yeah, it was...something," His cheeks go a little red, and he glances over at a lounging Emma before smiling at Kitty. "Happy to raise money for the cause, though. It can't always be doom and gloom."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie comes walking from the kitchen. He has a tray of fried chicken, so that is where he has bee. He will set said tray down on a table near other food it is in three sections, one labeled normal, on labeled hot, and the last one with a charred label that says Warning Reaper." He will move to get something to drink looking out around the area and waves to the others.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ah. Talks about food that she'll never have the gall to make, but with such talented people around, why would Ruth ever be in the kitchen? And that in itself was comforting, especially popping a fry into her mouth, chewing with all of the salty, gravy, cheesy.. potatoey goodness that just hit one fry. The woosh of air doesn't concern her, in fact, as Lockheed settles down and nudges her, she sees that as a cue to turn sideways, putting the plate in between the two to share.

"I made toast once." She tells Lockheed. "Thank you. It had peanut butter, chia seeds, blueberries, bananas and honey." She takes a pinch of pork, then waves it about with a gesture. "My aunt said not to waste food like that because we are not some froo-froo bitches. Sorry." Her aunt meant well, though!

"Chia seeds are seven dollars a pound. Though I didn't get a pound. It was a bag. But I lost ten dollars, thank you." She finally puts the pork into her mouth to chew, then swallows to continue. "I think that's why she's mad, yes. We are poor, yes."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio laughs and drags himself up out of the water, forgoing the trip to the ladder. "It's a couple months early to celebrate Mexican independence, but I like the concept," he answers Logan and Alex. He makes his way back toward the picnic table, his dripping tank top leaving a dark trail of wet pavement behind him. He grabs a paper plate this time, getting a full sampler going of all the available snacks, and is about to head for a lounge chair when he hears voices.

He stops, crouches, and peers under the table at Ruth and Lockheed. Which, fair's fair, takes him aback for a good second or two. "You OK?" he finally asks. "There are chairs." He points, then feels a little stupid for doing so, and instead adds, "They're back behind me."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex shrugs to Julio. "International Independence Day?" he says amusedly. "I'mg ood with combining a tone together. There's always a reason to party somewhere, right?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney continues munching away on her plate of poutine with a little happy bounce in her chair. Sitting cross legged on it she makes short work of the food. She hadn't taken TOO much since there was SO MUCH there to try. This was just one of the better smelling things, maybe because it was freshly arrived. The others had time to cool off a bit even under the Summer sun. "Ooh, devilled eggs, I want to try that next time! I'm good at cutting things." Imagine that. It was one of the few things she was good at. A bit of gravy is swiped off the side of her mouth with the back of her hand only to lick it clean. Napkins? Sure those probably existed somewhere on that table.

"This is nice, it's way better than pizza and Chinese all the time. I mean, those are good *too* but it's nice to have a chance of pace." Nodding quickly she flashes a grin around at the others quite enjoying herself today.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Lockheed helps himself to some of the fries when Ruth shares her plate, though he's picking them off the plate one by one and not just going to town on the plate. "Sounds delicious, Ruth. Not sure I can even call that 'toast'. If my toast has butter it was a victory," Kitty tells the other girl.

She is making her way through her own plate, slowly but steadily. She didn't get a ton of food, Logan's admonition about turning to skin and bones not having tempted her to overdo it. Yet. She finishes up, wiping her hands and then rising and heading over towards the pool. "Great job on the eggs," she tells Gabby as she heads for the diving board. Kitty steps up on it, walking forward and then bouncing on the end to propel herself into the air and then down into the pool with a small splash.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks down and under the table "And nothing to be ashamed about not having much money, a lot of us here came from similar back grounds. Money don't make you good or bad. Just makes it easier to have things. If you enjoyed your toast then it was worth it."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth looks up just in time to see Julio crouch and peer. "Yes. Thank you." She tells him, then slowly nods. "There is the sun." She wasn't getting lippy, but in her mind she thought it was hilarious. Too bad it doesn't translate well. "The gamma rays will cause me cancer and I will die bald."

In Earth-342378.

A little smile is given to Julio, and a motion closer if he wants to settle in, the sun is dangerous y'see, and Lockheed is keeping her company.

That voice didn't belong to Lockheed however, Kitty was responding to her and her head tilts, though she doesn't pop up from the table to address her directly. "It sticks to the roof of your mouth, yes." She says to Kitty. "Plain toast is equally delicious. It is because of the Malliard reaction." She learned that the other day, and will share that knowledge with whomever will listen, even if they taught the class themselves.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan huffs at the mention of Wade and shakes his head. "Don't let that guy trick you into anythin' you'll regret."

Logan eyes Gabby for a moment then purses his lips. "Maybe we should try havin' at least one g'together when I'm in town. Sounds like you all could use a little bit of variety.

When Kitty still doesn't fill up her plate, he calls out after her when she surfaces in the pool. "Don't make me get a funnel, Pryde! You need t'have -some- reserves. Never know what'll happen out there."

He points to the horizon then grumbles, grabbing another beer, and slashing off the top before chugging. He meanders over to a chair and leans back in the sun. Wolvie doesn't burn, he can lay out all day in the warmth. Good thing too, because its not too long before he begins to snore.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio gives the spot Ruth has offered a skeptical look. He spent long enough living on the streets, and has defected firmly to the furniture and silverware camp, as far as dining accommodations go. Still, he tries a different tack rather than giving up. "We can put up a beach umbrella at one of the tables if you're worried about the sun," he suggests.

He stands to start doing so, and glances over at Logan with a vaguely concerned look when the groundskeeper offers his warning about Wade causing others regret. "Like I said, it's kind of fuzzy... but I think it might be too late," he admits.

Quick to move on from the topic, he goes to start setting up a table with an umbrella, as promised. Even if Ruth doesn't join, it's a nice way to eat. And, before he sits, he does finally succumb to the summery atmosphere and peel his tank off. Those who knew him earlier might note with approval that he has bulked up significantly since moving to Xavier's. As his loaded-up plate can attest, he has no qualms about eating well when he can.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney sets her plate aside only to streeeeetch out on her lounge chair. Arms reach above head while her legs kick out with a toe wiggle to make it nice and thorough. Apparently satisfied with this she yawns as well, and drapes her hands over her stomach while just toasting in the sun. And... There's no snoring but she may have nodded off afer a few moments herself.

Well, she IS a clone. It's not unheard of for similarities to exist even if the personalities were completely different.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will look around at the food checking to see if anything needs refilling. He finds most things ok so makes himself a plate, and will find a seat to have something to eat at, near enough to Julio and others that they can chat easily.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Well.. since Julio was being nice about it, Ruth waits until the setup was complete before she emerges from the depths of beneath the table, leaving the plate behind. She didn't know if the little dragon was still feasting from her plate, but a soda is what she wanted now, and that's what she'd have. From the cooler she grabs a pop, then carefully settles at the table with the umbrella, leaning further into the table than normal to avoid the sun, even though the heat could easily be felt.

"Thank you. Yes." She says to Julio, her head soon turning this way and that, brows clearly furrowing.

"Should we be sleeping now?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "As long as you have someone to wake you up before you get too toasted on one side." Alex says with a shrug as he overhears Ruth, finishing off his poutine and starting on his sandwich. Apparently he's one of those who eats each element of his dinner as he goes separately. He glances over Emma's way, his brow furrowing as he sees she's managed to steal a beer while he's at the food table, a little sigh escaping him.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma waves from her lounge chair. She's mostly gone back to reading though, content to relax while everyone is social around her. She does put her beer to the side for a bit, alternating with finishing up her water.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde swims over to the side of the pool and kicks hard to propel herself up while pushing with her arms on the side to step up onto the pool side without need of a ladder. "Sam, happy 4th," she tells him as she sees the Kentuckian roaming the food table. "How're things back home with your family?" she asks him. Kitty walks over to get herself another deviled egg courtesy of Gabby, and then moves to the cooler to rummage in it for a beverage. "Any idea if Jubilee is doing fireworks tonight?" she asks.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio gives Ruth a shrug as she joins him. "Looks like some people are having siestas, but it's not a rule or anything," he says with a laugh. "Just the sun and the food doing its work. I'm Julio Richter, by the way." With almost everyone but him not taking classes, he's can't be sure whether he's the new kid or Ruth is, but he's pretty sure they haven't been properly introduced.

He wolfs down some poutine, then turns to Alex with a crooked smile. "I can wake everybody up every few minutes if you want," he points out, "but I think some of them might stab me." With that on the table, he sets to getting more of the food off of it: a bit of chicken first (the spiciest, naturally), then some more ginger ale, then the top half of an egg.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over to Kitty pretty good pretty good. Melody is wanting to come up even more after she heard Paige got a birthday party at titans tower." He chuckles a bit and says "Am sure she and maybe Allison have something planned, you know they will be trying to top last year, wonder if we should armor up the roof of the mansion." He jokes.

Scott Summers has posed:
Finally Scott returns. As promised he brings a half a gallon glass jar full of iced coffee, and a tray with add-ons. Yes, it took -much- longer than expected due to phone calls. But at least he seems in good mood, no further disasters today.

"Hello again," he says, leaving the jar on the drinks table and picking a beer can. "I hope there is still something to eat. Hey Alex, I talked with grandpa Phillip."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Oh? How is he?" Alex says, nodding to Scott as he returns, then motions to the table. "Brought some pulled pork, feel free to try it. Dr. Pepper variety." He waves back to Emma as she does the same, looking mollified that she's at least alternating with water, then raises a brow at Sam. "What was Paige doing over there, she got friends there?"% He grins at Julio. "Probably not THAT method for getting them to flip over so they don't burn." he says wryly.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Oh. I am staying out of the sun." Ruth tells Alex. "I will die bald of cancer if I don't." She's fairly certain of it. In fact, the way she tells it as if it's already happened. Somewhere. As Julio introduces himself, she does the same. "Ruth Aldine." Her head nods, soda is sipped, and soon placed down upon the table. Others are joining and swimming, speaking of their families. And burning. "If someone burns on one side they are considered half-baked. Thank you." It was a joke. Another way to get friends. Right?

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde ended up with a soda out of the cooler. She goes and sits down on her lounge chair, reclining it back so she can get some more sun. She's already pretty tan. An eighteen year old in summer with no school or job to occupy her? She's been out to the ocean and around the pool a lot.

She flashes Sam a grin about his family. "You guys are going to take this place over. Have to rename it Guthrie's School," she tells him.

Scott's arrival gets a wave from Kitty. "Hey Scott. Happy 4th," she tells him. The joke from Ruth gets a soft chuckle from Kitty so Ruth will be sure to catch it rather than just if she'd smiled. "Can always put some sunscreen and a hat on?" Kitty suggests towards Ruth. Meanwhile Lockheed has finished eating and he doesn't seem to be worried about the sun. Or being bald. He heads out to a spot the sun has made the cement uncomfortably warm and lies down on it to soak up the heat.

Scott Summers has posed:
"He is fine, and demanding fifteen days of our time," replies Scott, smiling faintly. "He said New York's weather could melt us. And that Anchorage is great in August, which is true." But of course, Scott Summers never takes vacations. He might be pushed to take a few days off, but usually that requires Jean and Xavier joining forces with Phillip and Deborah and convincing/guilting him to take a week off. "Anyway, you should talk with him and go," he adds. "And bring Emma, of course."

Kitty gets a nod, "you too, Kitty. And... uh," bald? Oh, it is Ruth. Sometimes that girl worries him.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex eyes Ruth a bit uncertainly. "...you could wear a hat?" he suggests. "Or get some tanning lotion. Or wear a wrap." He shrugs. "I mean...as long as you're not staying outside every day for tanning..." He nods to Scott thoughfully, then shrugs. "Eh, better hot than freezing my toes off during winter there. But then he's got the money to go wherever he wants when it gets cold." He frowns thoughfully. "Mmm....he wants to meet Emma?" he says uncertainly.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie nods, a bit and says "Seems she and Knock out stopped some criminals not long ago, and they hit it off, so she invited her over, Ah went along, cause we all know super power teens get together and you don't know what dimension they will end up in." He is joking right? He looks over to Rtuh "Ah think some of us might be even before the sun., but most like us anyways." He says "Went pretty well, got to chat with Knockout and Kian a bit, thought about seeing if we could maybe have a few more get togethers with those of us ok with others knowing who we are.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio laughs over at Alex. "I'm just offering!" he says innocently. He's not inconsiderate enough to actually jolt the back grounds with a seismic wake-up call, but it's funny to imagine how some might react. He takes another sip of ginger ale, glancing at Ruth over the can's top as he does so. "Nice to meet you, Ruth," he says. "Personally, I just use sunscreen. Less risk of... baldness, I guess." Like Lockheed, he's content to sit in the sun, leaving the shadier side of the table for Ruth.

He turns to wave Scott over, calling out, "We've got flautas and poutine. Because America!" He also, just for good measure, lifts up his can of ginger ale in a mock toast, making sure the label is pointed at the X-men leader. See? He's being good this time.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Mm. An option." Ruth tells everyone. Though sadly, she does not have a hat. Sunscreen though, seems to be around by the tubs. Eventually she will lather herself and sit back into her same spot. There was promise! "I will not stay outside every day tanning. Thank you." She tells Alex, nodding in agreement, it was sound advice to take. Though, the conversation flits back to Sam and she listens, suddenly agreeing with his comment about the teens but keeping her thoughts to herself. As he speaks to her, she nods, and holds up her can of soda as if she were giving him a toast.

"Miss Kitty, sorry." Ruth finally speaks up. "Are we having fireworks?" She asks. "If I stay I will run into a wall at first bang, and break my nose."

Scott Summers has posed:
"I am not sure," about Phillip and Emma, "did you mention her to him?" Or has been Phillip digging for information and Scott failed to notice? The old man is sharper than he looks. "Anyway, it won't freeze in August, hey barely have night time, but temperatures won't get over 80."

Julio information about the remaining food convinces Scott to get to the food table, and grab a plate and fork. Poutine will do, he doesn't need to try exotic foods today. Although if there are some left, he is going to try them too. The showing of the innocent soda can would get Julio an eyeroll, but with those glasses he wears, the effect is usually lost.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie says, "There will probably be some Ruth, but if you stand near one of us, we will try to make sure you don't viciously attack the wall with your nose. " He smiles "I am joking, he tells her as seems she might need that clarification "But seriously if you stick near one of us we will try to keep ya from hurting yourself."

Julio Richter has posed:
Scott's eye roll might not be visible, but Julio can make some educated guesses. Taking a big long sip was probably what he had planned to do, regardless of the reaction.

The Latino youth gives Ruth an odd look at her prediction, answering, "Even if we don't have fireworks, they'll be all over the place tonight. If they mess with your head, you might want to go inside." He assumes the wall and broken nose thing is a quirky American idiom he hasn't learned yet, and experiments with it himself, saying in a sympathetic tone, "Sometimes when I'm on an airplane for too long, I will run into a wall at first bang and break my nose, too."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Ah, well...I think I could manage fireworks, if people wanted." Alex says after a moment of thought. "I mean, I can't do other colors well, but....big bright explosions, sure."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Alaska sounds fun." Ruth comments to herself, considering going to the table to get more food. She's had at least a good share of it where she's concerned, a person who doesn't eat much who has a full plate could easily get sick from imbibing. Ruth shakes her head at Sam though, clearly wanting to say other wise, but puts on a smile either way. "Yes. I will stay near. Thank you." Her head nods, firm on that fact, then addresses Julio. "Jet lag."

"I have been on a plane once. It smelled funny. Sorry. And loud. The pilot kept saying 'Oh my god we are going to die.' because he had too many drinks the night before and had what he said was a banging headache. He thought to himself that he will puke when we landed. I told everyone. Everyone was not happy."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma slides off her lounge chair, moving over to Alex and Scott. She slides herself against Alex, checking him slightly with her hip to his. "Mm, what's this about Alaska?" she asks. She might send a telepathic bit to Alex privately as well, though her expression is serious and curious.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     The yellow one piece swimming suit of Rahne makes it rather easy to track her, even in her transitional form of half wolf, half human. She has been in and out, mingling with people freely, with hardly a glimmer of the usual reserve she usually displays. Presently, she is walking around open-handed (open-paw?) heading back towards the edge of the pool proper, where some of the more familiar faces are at. A real social butterfly, in contrast to her usual self.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex belatedly responds to both Scott and Emma as he's knocked from his thoughts by the hip bump and telepathic jolt from Emma, causing him to eye her for a moment, his lips twitching. "Ah, Scott was just telling me that our grandfather Phillip was asking about me coming by to visit, and maybe bringing you along. I hadn't really mentioned much about you yet to him, honestly, but I guess he's curious now." he admits thoughfully. "I mean, it's nice in Alaska this time of year..."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie seeing Rahne, he will stand when she gets close and offer a one armed hug to the girl "Hey how you doing, did some of ma's chicken if you want some, labeled them, so would suggest staying away from the reaper." He knows she can probably smell it from here, but ya warn ya friends about stuff like that "Gonna sit out a bit and hang out with us?" He will ask.

Scott Summers has posed:
"Alaska is interesting, but mostly in summer," mentions Scott to Ruth. Then he find a seat near Emma and Alex. "Out family is from Alaska. Our grandparents live there, they have a local airplane company, so they are well off. Big house, the garden is great in summer. Phillip could have retired years ago, but since my father is... uh, a space pirate." No, seriously, he lets Emma check his head and shows her Corsair and his Starjammer. "Anyway, I wouldn't mind to get into the family business. If the political situation changes... ah well, maybe in twenty years." Probably never.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma gives Alex an all-too-innocent look, putting one hand on her hip and fluttering her lashes. At least she didn't bring her beer with her. She shoots Scott a half smile. But then he mentioned the space pirate thing and Emma cocks her head. "I thought your parents were dead," she blinks with surprise. She does quickly skim Scott and shakes her head incredulously. She mouths to Alex 'space pirate?'.

Julio Richter has posed:
"Not jet lag, more of a..." Julio starts to say, but he quickly gets lost and confused by Ruth's plane story. "...a powers thing..."

He has pretty much finished up his food, so he kind of awkwardly stands, waves to those gathered at the table and heads back to the pool, where he hops in feet-first, just a few feet from Rahne. When he surfaces, he holds up a hand and gives it a waggle. "Eh, It's only white people spicy," he tells Sam with a cocky grin.

The space pirate thing he missed while he was underwater, so at least no one's going to have to explain that to him.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "If you want more than white people spicy, there's that bottle of reaper chili sauce over there." Alex says bemusedly to Julio and Ruth, then waves to Rahne, a slight doubletake in his expression for a moment before he recovers as it's the first time he's seen her in wolfgirl mode. "...wait, what?" Alex says, suddenly snapping to alertness. "What space pirates?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     The half hug is accepted by the 7 foot tall werewolf, which may be a unique experience for the farmboy. It is a short hug, but certainly soft with the red fur. There is a glance to the side to Julio as the lupine muzzle pulls into a smile. "Ah'm a white person. At least, some of the time." A wink is tipped to Julio as Rahne steps to the side, reaching over to tousle Sam's hair. Why? Because she can. "Ah'm not afraid of yer chicken spice levels. Ah can handle it."

     There is another glance back to Julio, then Alex's double-take receives notice. Gotta love those enhanced senses. The amusing reaction earns him his own wave with a beclawed hand, with a wry smirk.

Carol Danvers has posed:
It's a bird. It's a plane. Is it Angel.

Nope.

It is pretty iconic, though Carol keeps the flare of cosmic energy pretty muted as she flits from the Triskelion across Westchester over to Salem Center and ends up coming down over Xavier's. She is in a far sight better mood today than her first visit all those months ago though and still better than the one a few days ago. Who knows what the alarm systems do or don't register at this point, probably a very quiet heads up to staff that Captain Marvel is inbound but not an alert.

The pool party and BBQ is pretty easy to spot from above so she touches down in her usual her attire near one of the stone archways and looks around. Looking for someone in particular and having a bit of a moment.

It is a little awkward actually as she stares at people who feel a bit familiar but whom she one hundred percent has not met before. Hm.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott looks at Alex and frowns. "He didn't contact you." Beat. "He promised to tell you, but of course..." and it was going to be such a good day. "Ah. He also had promised he would return to Earth to see us, and he keeps delaying it. Always for good reasons, but I am starting to think he hates the idea."

He sips from his beer and then sets it aside. "Dad is alive. Our parents survived the attack on the airplane and was taken off world by aliens. Long story made short: he ended up as captain of a pirate ship. Although pirate is perhaps the wrong term. The crew of the Starjammer ship do quite a bit of... political resistance, I suppose we can call it, to the rather tyrannical rulership of the region of space they live."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks to the others and says "If you say so." He himself only went for the middle heat one. He knows there are folks around here from all over, and he did his best to make sure the hot one would be hot. He chuckles at the hair ruffling and says "Revenge?" With a smile at the big wolf-girl. He looks over at the new arrival, but untenses as she is a friendly.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex just...stops for a moment, holding perfectly still as he regards his brother. "....are you fucking with me?" he says, uncertainly. AS someone who was just told his dead parent is actually a space pirate now is inclined to do. Especially when told by an elder sibling. But there's a bit of a tone of shock to his voice too.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth takes out a bottle-streamer from her top. She was saving that for after the fireworks, but now seemed like a good time. She yanks hard on the string, which creates a tiny *POP* which sends streamers everywhere! Well.. tiny streamers, right in front of her.

"Happy 4th!" She tells Alex. "Yaaaaaayyy..."

Emma Frost has posed:
"Space. Pirate." Emma just shakes her head. "I'm not drunk enough for this right now," she mutters, pulling away from Alex's side to grab another beer. She moves over to the drink table and rifles through the cooler until she finds one of the tallboys of PBR, because this is about how she feels right now.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex now has tiny streamers in his hair to boot.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean's 'voice' echoes in the heads of the resident X-Men. Not necessarily the students, but she wants to give faculty and adults present a heads up, << Hey everyone. Captain Marvel is inbound, think she wants to some BBQ so treat her nice. She's a friend! >> Who exactly needs that stressed to them, she's not sure, as she chuckles through the mental link with her teammates and friends, << Since I needed a sunscreen re-application I figured I'd do a bit of monitor duty. Be out in a little bit! >>

Julio Richter has posed:
"I'm sure you'll like it, then," Julio tells Rahne, his thumbs-up breaching the surface of the water. "It's very tasty." He's done gently teasing Sam, it seems.

It's just as well, because there seems to be an episode of the Summers Brothers' reality show happening poolside, and Julio is quickly riveted to the developments, hanging from the edge of the pool. "What did I miss while I was underwater?" he breathes to Rahne, although it's at least partly rhetorical -- there's a lot to pick up even from context clues. Then Ruth punctuates the exchange in the worst way imaginable, and the 20-year-old has to duck his face beneath the line of the pavement so that no one can see how hard he's laughing.

That is why when, as if on cue, the space woman descends into the pool area, he doesn't immediately notice her presence. He only catches on when he sees the light show reflecting off of Alex's glittery hair-streamers and turns to look. He's in the middle of a sudden, desperate side-stroke away when Jean's telepathic notification reassures him that this is not, in fact, some kind of invasion he's going to have to fight in a snug pair of swim trunks.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     With a smirk to Sam, Rahne repeats the hair mussing before replying. "Mayhaps..."

     Then, leaving Sam be, Rahne bends down rather languidly to murmur to Julio, her voice barely above a whisper as a clawed finger points to Scott and Alex. "Scott just told Alex that their father issa space pirate an' not dead like they thought. Ye can see how Alex took tae that news." Then, with a chuckle, she points to the confetti. "Guessin' that's in celebration of the news."

     The arrival of one Carol Danvers is regarded with mild curiosity. Mostly because Rahne is pretty confident that Carol wouldn't have made it this far without warning...a fact that is confirmed when Jean's telepathic news bulletin chimes in just before the landing.

Scott Summers has posed:
"No, I thought you already knew," replies Scott, keeping his voice quiet since this is not anyone's else business. "In his defense, he thought we had died, and he lost mom too. He never attempted to return to Earth because he thought he had nothing to return. Although... that is not a nice thing to do to Phillip and Deborah."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Yup, Carol does not seem to be the first lander of the Avengers or SHIELD showing up to kick off a big Avengers vs. X-Men summer cross over special event.

She does tilt her head though and look everyone gathered poolside, or in the pool, over then nods stepping away from the stone arch and closer to the pool proper. Then she clears her throat "Hello... does anyone know if Jean or Rogue are about. I didn't really intend to disrupt a celebration." she pauses "Oh.. ifn case you don't know.. My names Carol Danvers. Not here to start any trouble." a shimmer of cosmic energy cascades down over her uniform and leaves her wearing a pair of comfortable jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt. "The chicken looks delicious." she notes bemused. "This your doing.. Sam right?" a glance to Sam. Also no.. they haven't met.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Jus' so you know," Remy calls out, emerging from the mansion with what looks to be a series of variously sized parcels wrapped up in everything from foil to newspaper, "I made dese myself. So, don't go judgin' too harshly or you'll hurt my feelin's."

He's wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of dark shorts that stretch down to his knees. Remy pauses at a table near the barbecue to deposit his armful of wrapped goods, adjusting his dark glasses to peer up at the arrival of the marvellous Carol Danvers. He fires off the laziest approximation of a salute anyone could ever muster and then sets about unwrapping his goods.

"J'ai passe devant ta porte," Remy sings to himself, glancing up momentarily towards the Summers brothers with raised eyebrows before muttering under his breath, "Hoo boy."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie 's brow raises as the lady knows his name, but says "Yes ma'am, my ma's recipe, I added some heat to the last two sections, know we got folks from all over. so tried to make sure, was some choices, feel free to have some. Jean is a bit busy but should be out in a bit, would ya like something to drink?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "...." Alex throat works for a moment as he swallows. "So...mom is...she didn't make it, but dad is a space pirate." Pause. "In space." Another pause. "...and he was here, and talked to you, and was promising to come talk to me, but has not. Because space pirating." His voice is neutral in emotion now, repeating what he's been told.

    However, seeing Emma over at the cooler, he just wordlessly holds out a hand and makes a 'gimme' gesture to her.

    Then Jean announces Carol and one of the greatest heroes of Earth just...shows up in the backyard for the potluck. "...uh huh." he says after a moment as he watches Carol arrive. "Try the pulled pork. Dr. Pepper."

    And if he's beered by Emma, he will pause to down a soldier completely before continuing. "...a fucking space pirate. Wait." He turns to look at Carol. "....you've been in space. Did you meet a space pirate who kinda looked like me and him?" he says, thumbing at Scott, then back to Scott. "Wait, what's he going by? The Dread Pirate Summers? Captain Summerblood? The Deadbeat Summers?" Okay, that last came out a bit more harshly.

Julio Richter has posed:
The situation with Alex and Scott might not have been anyone else's business, but it seems it's everyone's business now. Including the Avengers?? "Why don't WE have magic transforming outfits?" Julio hisses, cutting right to the heart of the matter as usual. He would probably have gone for pants, all things considered. But instead, he sloshes over to the nearest ladder and drags himself out of the water, just wearing his little green shorts. So dignified. He sets about looking for a towel the best he can while avoiding Alex as his rant picks up steam.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr had been in the water for a bit and then once the memo went out over the telepathic comms, he realized that he probably was going to need more, himself. While he was not the palest of the X-Men, he was not exactly known for tanning and decides to return indoors. The large Russian grabs his towel and shirt from the deck after exiting the pool, fortunately he left his phone inside.

The arrival of Captain Marvel does get a polite nod, his surprise barely concealed, but it seems the others have the introductions handled, and so Piotr grabs a can of Dew from the cooler, and makes his way inside.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott shakes his head, "no, he has not returned to Earth," explains Scott. "We met him in 2015, when the X-Men got involved in a complex intergalactic conflict between factions of the Shi'ar Empire, it was a mess," they also almost got eaten by the Brood. And Jean was Phoenix-ed for years, leading to even more drama.

Scott almost facepalms when Alex goes to ask Captain Marvel. Who is here for genuine telepathic treatment, not to be burdened by the madness of the Summer's clan. "Captain Summers of the Starjammer, the Corsair," he offers to Carol. She has probably heard about him. He is famous, or infamous, depending who is asked.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Finally rising from her seat, Ruth partakes of more food before there isn't anything left, for more of the drama and surprise visits and telepathic messages that was their 4th of July. Once her plate was full, soda captured, seat retaken, Ruth crosses one leg over the other and listens in again. Head darting back and forth as if she turns in that direction, she could hear the words more clearly.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     Rahne leans down to Julio once more and, this time, says in a voice more clearly heard by others. "Mah uniform shifts into a collah when Ah go full wolf. Otherwise, can ye imagine mah wardrobe budget if Ah ripped all mah costumes? Also...gotta preserve a girl's modesty when Ah shift back."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma certainly beers Alex, standing beside him and sipping her own with a mixture of amusement and 'how the f*** does this crap always happen?'. She sighs. And slugs back another long swallow. "You know," she idly points out, "if your dad is a space pirate, then doesn't that make you like... what are they? Deck boys? Swabbing things? Look, Don't ask me these things. I have a business degree, not a pirate degree. In space pirating." She swigs again. "Mmm but if he has a space ship maybe you CAN go mine meteors or... asterocks. Whatever." She might be slurring slightly.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol glances in multiple directions there at once, after nodding to Sam she flicks a glance towards Julio "Not magic." yeah she has good ears, but then it is Alex who really catches her attention. The pulled pork does sound very good she thinks to herself for a moment before Alex's next sequence derails the thought of food.

Right.. she stares at him for a moment then well Scott helps the issue and clarifies. "Actually. I've heard of the Starjammers.. they tend to be pretty good at sticking it to the Shi'ar empire yes... pirates though I should have known it was a human with the callsign Corsair. Not a very Shi'ar word really." she considers that and then laughs "God we get all over the galaxy.. I suppose it shouldn't be that big a surprise that the Galaxy keeps poking us in back in return." that last bit sort of cuts her laugh short.

Dark thought crosses her mind this may be the last 4th of July.

"I'd love to try some of the food and also a drink would be spectular... thank you Sam.." she sort of heads towards the coolers though now though, not really expecting anyone to fetch her drinks and all. "The Shi'ar are no joke... they and the Kree empires have been at it for centuries."

Julio Richter has posed:
Speaking of modesty, there is a stack of towels kept in a convenient cabinet nearby, so that Julio can at least change into a sort of terrycloth skirt. In dignity, it's a lateral move, but in decency, feels a little better with famous strangers flying in. There is, unfortunately, nothing to be done about his nips unless he wants to shrug on a soaking wet tank top. "I need one," he tells Rahne vehemently as he returns to her side, wide-eyed.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex sets down the now empty beer bottle, and breathes in deeply, rubbing his face, then breathing it out before he looks back at Scott. "...so for five years or so, he hasn't been able to stop by and let me know he's not dead." he grates out, then lets out a huff of breath. "Because busy space plundering with his space ship on the Space Shiah Main or whatever looking for space doubloons."

    He bites off his town, obviously reining in his temper, before before at least recovering some of his manners as he nods to Carol. "Sorry, didn't meant to be the...Summers...Inquisition. Something." he mutters, walking over to get another beer and popping it open. "Because he's with the Shiah. Or whatever they are." He motions Carol towards the potluck plates. "Feel free to join in, anyway, I'll just...be over here. Because I'm a space pirate spawn. Apparently." He shoots Emma a look. "And not a deck boy. Or pirate cabana boy."

    Loooooooong drink from the bottle at that point.

Rogue has posed:
A Civil War cannon lands in the yard. Aim out toward the lake! The giant metal monstrosity slowly starts to tip over as it's right wheel is broken, and it eventually just falls right on over on to its side with a thud!

Up from behind it, Rogue raises up and puts her hands on her hips, wearing jean shorts, a tied-off top with a white tank top on beneath it. Gloves on her hands, she stares down at the cannon and smirks.

"Sonsabitches." She mutters, staring down at the cannon. "Lets see how they like their stupid nerd games now that they're missin' their prized possession. Happy fourth, ya dumb bastards."

With that said, she takes a seat on the cannon and crosses her legs at the knee, then fishes inside of her left chest pocket to get a pack of cigarettes out from inside.

Emma Frost has posed:
"You could totally be a cabana boy," Emma says soothingly. (By soothingly, we mean trollingly.) "We'll get you a little space-speedo, and a space... uh... wavy palm frond thing. You could bring me space drinks."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
At a table near the barbecue, Remy is opening up a number of paper-wrapped parcels. The first appears to be linked sausages of some sort, which he unceremoniously severs from one another before dropping them onto the grill with a meaty hiss. Next, he moves to the foil-wrapped goodies which appear to be sandwiches of some sort with the contents practically spilling out.

"Nice cannon, cher," the Cajun calls out to Rogue as he watches the stolen artefact land, "Catch!" He tosses one of the wrapped Po' boys in the Belle's direction.

"Anyone else?" he asks, holding one wrapped sandwich up and casting his eyes around at the gathering before murmuring, "Read de room, hein?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio crouches in his towel at the pool's edge, concentrating on pure, space-speedo-free thoughts. Rahne's right next to him, and must constantly broadcast some kind of wholesome, temptation-resistant psychic aura, right? Then Remy steps in with an appeal to a different appetite, and the youth stands and waves to him. Good distraction.

He's not nearly as sure what to make of Rogue dropping out of the sky with an actual cannon. He's too distant to catch her comments, which he might find cryptic anyway for cultural reasons. So he just leans over to Rahne again and, in light of the Captain Marvel also showing up from space, jokes, "Did she yank that off of Alex's dad's ship?" A space pirate would be one explanation for a cannon in the sky.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will look over to Remy "Save me one for a bit letting chicken settle." He looks over to Rogue, and asks "And what nerds did you take a cannon from and why?" He asks. He does walk over to look at the cannon closer.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Well Carol doesn't really need to be invited to the food twice there. "Thanks." she notes to Alex and then surfaces with a beer in one hand heading over to the potluck. "One thing about space... it is really big.. and really perilous. It is full of uncountable assholes and species that absolutely make earth seem quaint. I wouldn't be too tied into a knot if someone way out in the Shi'ar empire hasn't made it to earth in a few years. The distances are.. frankly astronomical. Even without family issues involved."

She helps herself to some of the BBQ this and that, going for the veery spicy fried chicken now.

A glance over to Rogue when she crashes and an aside to Julio. "I think it is a civil war ... yah know I have no idea where Rogue yanked that from. Probably some asshats." eyes narrow as she studies Rogue out on the lawn. Then takes a bite of chicken. "I'll try one of those Remy." she notes. Also no she hasn't met him but she sets her plate down so she has an oopen hand.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott considers to attempt some kind of defense for Corsair not telling Alex, not visiting Earth and being an all-around bad space pirate dad. But actually, he can't. So, he sights. "Yes, Alex," is the right answer. Now it is time to finish his poutine, before it is too cold. And the beer, before it gets too warm.

Rogue has posed:
Rogues catches the Po Boy without even looking, the 'Seventh Sense' alerst her to it's resonance 'in the Force'. She sets it down on her lap and then finishes lighting her cigarette before she puffs on it and her eyes now go up to the others. To Remy she smiles quickly before the othe cannon is asked out. A glance is afforded to it beneath her left hip, then she looks up to Sam as he approaches. "Went with some'a the kids t'a war reinactment, till some'a the 'actors' started mouthin' off about mutants ruinin' this world. So..." She reaches down and slaps the cannon with her right hand. "This is mine now. Least until I throw it in the lake later t'night."

Her eyes go up to see Carol is over by the food with the Cajun. "Ah shit." She mutters under her breath, then glances down to this Po Boy that was graciously thrown at her!

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex nods curtly to Scott at the apology, his expression still tight as he obviously holds in...all sorts of things. Instead of saying anything he steps away from the group slightly, leaning against the wall and takes another long drink of his beer. He's knocking them back fairly quickly at this point.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
     "Ah...Ah got nuthin'." The whole dropping of the cannon? Yeah, that's an impressive feat...even for the wolf girl. "but...yeah. Ah get it. perfect timin' for pirate jokes." Rahne, for her part, remains by Julio. Though, her wholesome aura might be a little less....the wolf within is a bit more free-spirited than Rahne herself. Partly the reason she is actually out and about.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"At your service, o marvelous one," Remy calls to Carol, unwrapping the top end of the Po' boy's wrapping before striding over to hand it off to her. It's crammed full of what looks like fried shrimp and other ingredients, and every bite sends a little pouring out onto the ground as all good sandwiches should.

"Hey, son of a space dastard," the Cajun calls towards Alex, waggling a wrapped sandwich at him, "You want some food or is dis gonna be a liquid lunch for you?"

Emma Frost has posed:
The problem with dating a telepath-- especially one who is linked with you-- is she can feel all of the emotions one is trying to hold in and back. So, despite Emma's own tipsiness, she moves over to Alex, sliding her arms around him and leaning her head against his shoulder. "Alex." She switches to telepathy. <<Do you want to leave?>> She is giving him the chance to take some time to calm down if he needs. Or blow off steam privately. In fact, a mental flick of a suggestion of him throwing a bit of plasma in the air to both amuse the students and also give him something to literally blow off, steam-wise. Well, plasma.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex finishes off the last of his current beer, a definite little heat haze rising off him at this point, though he's careful of Emma when she gets closer. Part of his problem with his power control, after all, is his emotions affect it. He considers for a moment, reaches up to lightly ruffle Emma, before calling out to Rogue. "Rogue! HOw attached to that cannon are ya?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio drops his hand and 'hmpf's when Remy misses his wave and zeroes in on Carol instead. Typical. He turns to give Rahne a dryly disappointed look, miffed considerably less at her compromised purity aura than his own seeming inability to attract attention, specifically but not exclusively the kind that comes with sandwiches attached.

Ah well. He starts the hike over to pick it up himself, shuffling only a little awkwardly to keep the towel cinched around his waist from falling. "So do you drop in here a lot?" he asks Carol. "I don't think I've seen you here before."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over to Alex, and seems torn a bit. He is frowning a bit, but he looks to Rogue, and says "Well that wood do it, I am pretty sure." He says knowing the girl and her temper a bit. He looks over at the food, and decides to head over there a bit away from Alex for a moment it seems.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's eyes lift up from the food to the others and she smiles softly. At Alex's question she glances to the cannon again. "I don't got no love for it. But the Hillbillies I stole it from probably sleep with it beside their bed, or some such." She says as she moves to stand up then with the Po Boy. "It's all yours, Mistah Summers." Rogue tells the Scott-a-like. She starts to stride across the yard in the Cajun's direction, sweeping around behind him and then coming up on his right side to lean back against a stone wall and smile at him. "You been grillin' all day?" She asks him.

Her green eyes glance to Sam then, who gets a smile. "You still doin' the pizza thing, Guthrie?"

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott finishes with his food too, and decides he has had too much fun already. Besides, he is going to do something constructive. Kind of. He heads inside and then down to the basement, to use the Shi'ar equipment to send a Fourth July message to a certain space pirate.

The words 'jerk' and 'idiot' might be part of the message.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol catches the sandwich then when Julio shuffles over she offers it him hand out. Once her hand is free she picks up some of the fried chicken she got a moment ago. She is pretty sure she can get another oen from remy after all. "Not really. Just a couple of times. This is by far though the most pleasant visit I've had." she toasts with a piece of chicken then takes a bite. "What's your name?" yeah his name she doesn't seem to know. "Also the costume thing, not magic I'm afraid and not tech I can share with McCoy either or I imagine he would have you all outfitted in cool space costumes."

She does keep an eye on Rogue though."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"I just got here," Remy admits to Rogue, putting the remainder of the sandwiches aside for anyone to grab before taking one for himself and tearing open the foil at the end, "Figured I'd cook up some boudin on de barbecue. I found a butcher to sell me de parts and I mixed 'em all together - de kitchen is a mess."

He leans lazily alongside Rogue, watching Alex and the cannon.

"Dat's a shame. We coulda fired dat at a rival school or somethin'."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Scott is going to do something constructive.

    Alex, on the other hand, has something more destructive in mind. As Rogue slips out of the line of fire he nods, then says simply. "Thank you."

    Both his arms come up as concentric circles start to emanate off him, the heat haze around him swirlign out as energy builds around his arms, before he lets out an angry roar of sound to go with the lance of pure golden plasma that screams through the air, intersecting with the unfortunate cannon as it...well, disintegrate.

    Brother, when it disintegrates, it disintegrates. Vaporized is a good word for it, along with a good chunk of the lawn it was sitting on, which is now a large smoking crater.

    The only survivor is a single burning wheel that rolls out from the pall of destruction, then slows to a top and falls over as it crumbles into a small burning pile.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma just idly looks at the destruction of the cannon as she sips from her beer. She moves to provide the younger Summers something to lean on, as he's usually a bit wobbly after releasing that much energy. She does reach down and tweak his butt momentarily before simply moving her arm back up to support him. She does glance over at the new food Remy's added to the tables and grill. Hmm.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks to Rogue, and says "Working a little less with it but yea, been taking some classes for a possible different job." He admits. He looks over and watches Alex, and will take a deep breath and seems to start to say something but closes his mouth and turns back to Rogue "Needing some pizzas delivered soon?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio accepts the sandwich from Carol with a smile, but a puzzled one. "Wow, am I the only one here you don't know by name?" he asks in his accented voice. "It's Julio." He returns the toast-like gesture with his sandwich before unwrapping one end and taking a bite, careful to contain any spillage in the wrapper itself. Do you want ants?

"We've got a few cool toys of our own, so I shouldn't feel too bad about the outfit," he continues, "but I kind of thought you were an alien we were going to have to fight. You want pants for something like that."

He ducks his head slightly as Alex starts the fireworks early. Then, as the earthy crater peeks out from behind the smoke, Julio inhales sharply and grows a faint, shifting aura of green around his body. Then he lifts one foot and stamps it: the ground rumbles under all of them, a wave of vibration passes toward the crater, and one side of it kind of collapses into the newly created gap. This move doesn't smooth over the hole so much as spread intermittent patches of grass over it, averaging the destruction more thinly over a wider area.

The Latino shrugs indifferently at his handiwork, then peers over at Remy. "If we're blasting rival high schools, I feel like we can do a lot better than some hundred-year-old cannon."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex lets out a breath, leaning against Emma slightly before he recovers. And twitchs at teh grab, glancing over at her as a tired, if faint smile comes to his lips, then leans over to give Emma a peck on the lips, sliding an arm around her to hug her to his side for a moment, calmly visibly. "...want to try Remy's dish?" he says after a moment, quietly.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue floats up off of the ground and sits down on the stone wall, letting her sandal covered feet dangle down alongside it. She starts to enjoy the sandwich that Remy made, and is chewing on some of it when the big light show takes place courtesy of Alex. Her eyes blink several times, her left gloved hand sweeps her white bangs back out of her face after the wind rushes past her from it all, and she watches the wheel go rolling away.

"Ya got it." She says dryly to Alex, where Emma is helping him stay upright. "Thems all the fireworks I need t'see t'night." She adds before bumping Remy's leg with her right foot, just tapping the side of it for no real reason.

She looks to Sam then and grins. "Maybe soon, who knows. Not at the moment, this here Bayou Boy has been spoilin' me with cookin'." At Carol, Rogue looks again then. "Hows your head?" She asks the Captain of Marvels.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney zzz-snerks awake suddenly from her nap spot on the lounge chair by the pool. Poutine induced sleep was a deep sleep apparently, but something smelled good. Spicy and good. Blinking out of her dream she blurts, "No, don't go into the light little Mothman!" Only to blink several more times. Ooh that was the sun. Her legs swing off the side of the lounge chair as she sits up and rubs at her eyes firmly. "I'm awake. I'm awake. What'd I miss?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Because inner turmoil washes off Remy LeBeau's back like water off duckfeathers, he simply claps and cheers as the cannon is disintegrated.

"Woo! Take dat, you stupid cannon, hein?"

As though to emphasize the point, he darts away to pick up the rolling remnants of the singular wheel. He leaves a hand on it for a moment, and it begins to glow with a distinct purple hue until it is practically ablaze with the stuff. Then he rolls it down the lawn and away from the pool, watching it spark and glow brighter before it reaches the lake and goes 'kaboom' with an upward plume of water.

"Viva la liberté!" shouts the Cajun, before simmering down and turning back towards Emma and Alex.

"Yeah, come try. I'm a good cook, cher."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Awkward moment when Julio asks if he is the only one she doesn't know by name. She just stares at him for half a beat. "Beats me... but nice to meet you Julio." taking another bite of her chicken. "Not an alien despite some people's best efforts on that front. As for the costume.. well I am really just manipulating the molocules and causing them to rearrange into different appearances. Cool toys of your own huh?"

Then she glances at the fireworks. "Well that is one way to destroy a bigots toys... also pretty impressive." then she blinks at Julio's foot tapping quake effect. "Also pretty impressive." she notes.

A glance to Rogue "My head is doing pretty okay actually. I mean I've had some of the trippiest dreams for the last several days but.. the days at least have been keeping me pretty busy. The shrinks at work are a bit cautious but I got my last bit of access restored.. so good week I guess."

"Hello again Gabby" towards the waking young woman.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma saunters over with Alex in tow-- literally-- towards the Cajun and what he's cooking. "Mm. What's all this?" she asks. "Emma, by the way," she introduces herself to the Cajun. She assumes Alex has already met him.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shows a small smile to Carol as she enjoys more of Remy's food from the perch she's found. "Got a cravin' for some sweet tea, maybe some apple pie?" She asks the Avenger. "I think Jean might've put a little more'a me in you, then you may have wanted." She's teasing, sort of. "I'm sorry this all happened, but, I've already said that a bunch, huh? Hey, maybe the next session'll be easier?"

Everyone else probably has NO IDEA what the two of them are talking about.

Rogue looks over to Gabby. "Hey, Drop Bear. Ya left your marshmallows with us the other night. We made a butt ton'a s'mores with'em."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex nods to his brother as Scott disappears back inside, the tension in him seeming to be lower now, to where he's more digesting the situation than furious. He lets imself be pulled along by Emma without complaint as they head back over to the group by the food. "Hey Remy, Rogue, welcome..." he says, a bit belatedly. "Man, I wish I'd thought of s'mores..." he mutters to himself absently. This calls for another beer, also, so he's rummaging one out of the cooler.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Remy," the Cajun offers in reply, "I'm de stray cat Rogue over dere brought in. Now I sing for my supper."

He turns now towards the barbecue and the unwrapped foodstuffs, gesturing to them as he does so.

"Dese are boudin - sausages I stuffed myself. Dey're pork - mostly pork, some rice an' onions in dere. Garlic. Secret herbs and spices."

He holds up a sandwich wrapped in foil, holding it out towards both Emma and Alex: "An' a Po' boy. Dat's fried shrimp. I bought de shrimp an' fried it up myself. Got some fried-up potatoes in dere as well. If you're a vegetarian I got ... a sincere apology and maybe a glass of water or somet'in."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie moves back to his earlier table. He is going to be quiet and listen for a moment. He seems distracted for some reason now. He will sip the drink he got earlier, a bit watered down now.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney rubs at her eyes again. All the explosions and rumbling tremors and such ... It had kind of mixed into a fog from her waking self. Weird dreams. But there was more food, and more people, which has her grinning as she finishes waking up. "Hi Carol!" She offers with a cheery chirp gettig to her feet. She was wearing a bikini though thankfully one that wasn't indecent given her age. And though she'd fallen asleep in the sun not a single bit of sunburn was on her. Got to love the healing factor.

Rogue's remark earns a grin. "Then they went to good use! And I'm totally stealing some of whatever Remy's cooking right now it smells amazing."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio grins -- only a tiny bit maniacally -- as Remy sends the violet-sparking wheel exploding spectacularly into the lake. "See?" he says emphatically. "/That/ is what we should do to rival schools." Apparently he's in favor of very one-sided and short-lived rivalries.

He smiles at Carol's compliment but gives her a noncommittal shrug. "Eh, maybe. You can still see where it blew up, though," he answers, clearly not satisfied with the effect. "Nice to meet you, too, though, Carol." He's definitely not following whatever's going on between her and Rogue, or why his question about names was awkward, but he just files that away under 'language barrier' and doesn't worry about it any further.

"And you, Remy," he adds. He's certainly seen the man puttering around in the kitchen -- Julio personally might have caused the mess he mentioned earlier -- but they haven't really been properly introduced. "It doesn't just smell good," he tells Gabby, hoisting his own half-finished po'boy.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol smiles a little rueful. "I'm pretty sure there is bleed yes Rogue. I thankfully haven't said anything too odd to my boss or anything. That said I know several of the people's names here that I don't think I should probably know. I don't have a file on each of you after all." well she has files on some of them. She doesn't need to go into how extensive SHIELD's files are right now.

Classified and all.

"You been in trouble or on the straight and narrow?" is inquired to Gabby.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue slips off of the stone wall then after finishing most of that Po-boy off. She places the corner left on a napkin from one of the tables then pulls her gloves off and tucks them into a back pocket. "Remy's the best cook I've ever met." She says to all the others gathered around, talking about the Cajun's talents. "He's a hell of a card player too. I keep tellin' him he needs t'put on one'a those 'Poker Night' things that people do. Take all ya'll's monies." She looks up and grins then.

Ultimately she makes her way over to Carol though and puts her hands behind her back on the back of her hips. "Hey, By the way..." She glances around and then looks back to the Captain. "This is awwkard... But... Mystique gave me a thing, I think you might be best t'take off my hands. It's parked at an airfield a short drive from here."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pauses a moment at Carol's question. It was a simple enough one, and one that normally would be answered quickly and with cheer. But she pauses to actually think on that which causes her to look rather haunted a moment given her own recent issues. Finally she gives a nod, smiling again rather tight, as she offers, "Trying to be, but I think I met the first person I'm willing to kill if I ever get the chance. Good otherwise though," she adds so as to not worry Carol.

OH, but there's food. Julio's lifting of his po-boy earns a soft 'Oooh' from her as she hesitates leaning her weight on one foot then the other in an attempt to decide if she was going to go after whatever THAT was, or whatever else was brought... Rogue's distraction to Carol earns her rushing over to the grill with a woop yelling, "DIBS! Don't care on what!"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma takes a poboy... which is about twice as large as she's going to be all right with eating herself, but she'll make an attempt. She takes a bite and grins. "Pretty good." She leans against Alex a little, and grabs another beer-- no. She thinks better of it and grabs a sparkling water instead.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex snags a po'boy himself, snagging a bite as he comfortably shifts to slide an arm around Emma's waist loose as she leans against him, then smiles a bit at Gabby's excitement, as he sighs. Heck with it. He's pissed at his dad at this point, but....he'll take that out and look at it later. He's got friends, he's got a gorgeous girlfriend, he's just gonna...relax for a moment. He has gone a bit quiet for the moment though, his gab pausing for the moment. Because hard to talk around eating a sandwich, especially if you're trying to enjoy it.

Julio Richter has posed:
"He could probably clean me out," Julio admits to Rogue, crossing his arms, "but I was in a card game with some other mutants the other day and, wow, don't even try it with Domino. That did not end well."

His expression turns decidedly uncomfortable when Carol makes a reference to having files on them. Granted, she said she /didn't/, but even bringing it up is enough to send him sidling away back toward the school. Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious. He does at least have the presence of mind to pick up his sopping wet tank top on the way, though.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Nice to meet you, too," Remy calls back towards Julio, moving towards the cooler to nudge it open with a foot and dig around inside. He comes out with a beer bottle, which he holds for a moment and then bangs noisily against the table - the contents suddenly taking on a more icy, slushy quality thanks to the wonders of physics.

"Eat everyt'ing you want, l'il carcajou," the Cajun tells Gabby, letting Rogue have her meaningful talk with Carol, "Plenty to go 'round."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex waves to Julio as he heads out, then hmmms, holding the cold beer he's holding to the side of his head for a moment. "...this is nice." he murmurs to Emma. "Don't you think?" He watches the conversations taking place, a bit calmer. Hell if his father didn't come to see him. Left him in that living crapfest that was his foster family for years. Maybe he couldn't come before that. But he chose to leave it on his own. He's made his own way, without the X-Men or the mansion to help, until recently. His own life. And he ended up with Emma without any help. So what if his dad flaked? Or...maybe Carol is right and he just couldn't get back.

    This is nice too. The sense of community.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol looks over at Rogue and tilts her head a tiny bit. "I... would also keep whatever Mystique gave me far.. far from where ever I was living. She is still entirely lucky I didn't punt her blue ass into orbit Rogue. I'm happy to take whatever dangerous and potentially trapped object off your hands though." distrust much. Yes. But then this is Mystique and man Carol has more than the usual reasons to distrust Mystique. It is a good idea in general for everyone though right.

Then she blinks at Gabby "Well. Those people definitely happen. I assume this person is real bad and deserves it?" which is a surprising lack of judgement there.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney plucks up one of the sealed items that Remy brought. What was in it would be a surprise, but from the smell, a delicious one. "Thanks! I brought the eggs," she explains pointing off to the table laden with foods. There was a single pot there filled with hard boiled eggs. Nothing else. "I don't really know how to cook. But I wanted to bring something since it's a pot luck. Maybe I should do s'mores next time," she considers thoughtfully, though the eggs had seemed to go over well enough she felt proud of it.

Mid-unwrapping of her foil packet of goodness she gives Carol a weak smile. "I... It's a happy time, I shouldn't be going over things right now," she adds with a glance cast toward Emma and Alex as well. "But yeah, totes deserves it." That said she takes a huge bite of her poboy which was almost way too big for her.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's green eyed gaze goes over to Julio, who gets a flashed smile in his direction. "Domino, huh? Does she come with breadsticks, or do you have to order them separately?" Truth is, Rogue hasn't met Domino, doesn't know her... yet!

Her eyes go back to Carol and she shows a quick grin at her. "I wouldn't really fault ya if you did kick her t'the moon. Lord knows she's made my life trouble enough as-is. Even if I think some part'a her twisted heart does think she feels she's doin' what's best for me."

A glance is given to the cooler with beer, and that... well, can be figured out later. She looks back to Carol then. "It's an F-16 Falcon. Unarmed, no warheads or nothing. Just the standard six slot wing formation for'em. She wanted me t'fix the damn thing. But not much was actually even broken on it. It just needed it's interface rewired after... someone... exchanged computer systems in it."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Dat's a real coincidence," Remy says to Gabby, grinning broadly as he moves over to the potluck table, "'Cause eggs just about Remy's favorite food."

He plucks one of the hardboiled eggs from the pot, skinning off the shell deftly and taking a bite out of it. He makes a delighted sort of 'mmm, tasty food' sound before giving the miniature Wolverine a thumbs up.

"Parfait."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over to Remy, and says "Nobody but nobody can eat 50 eggs." He will say to the man with a smirk "Eggs are great Gabby, plus if you want to learn to cook stuff, I am sure we can get someone to help, heck might need to offer a home ec class."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins around her mouthful of poboy when Remy goes over to eat one of the eggs. A little bit of mayo dots the side of her lips causing her to swipe at it with the back of her hand before gulping down the bite. "This is really good!" She gushes with a broad grin. At Sam's suggestion she nods emphatically. "Yeah. I mean I don't expect to become a great cook or anything but I think I'd like to learn how to cook more in general. Seems a good survival skill other than just having takeout on speed dial."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Why on earth would Mystique have a F-16 Falcon..." she just trails off and shakes her head. "I can't even.. I mean yes I am happy to take it off your hands if you don't want it. Alternatively if you aren't comfortable flying it, I could probably show you the bit your missing. Also.. yah I know we don't need a jet to fly Rogue before anyone points that out... but it can be fun."

"Also.. I can eat that many deviled eggs.. I shouldn't.. but I could..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
It's the fourth of July, and Hank is all down for a party. He's wearing a patriotic Aloha shirt emblazoned with many american flags. He's got on red, white and blue board shorts - no shoes. He pads along towards the pool, humming to himself as he does.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smirks softly at Carol's response. "Actually, I've been trainin' with the Blackbird, and runnin' some scenarios in the Danger Room here... I think I could fly it just fine. I just..." She exhales and now folds her arms over her stomach, her bare hands tucked in by her elbows. "I think this is part'a Mystique's original plan, for... after... what I did to ya. I think she's trying to slowly push that plan inta play, years later. So I think it best if the Jet go somewhere else. I was actually gonna smash the shit out of it, but that somehow felt like a waste t'me." She smirks then adds softly. "It's a beautiful plane after all." She has a love for them now too, cause of Carol.

Rogue glances over to Gabby and grins at her. "Get Remy t'give ya lessons. He's better than all them cooks on television." Past Gabby, Rogue sees Hank and raises her hand to wave at him!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney is torn between many conversations and the giant poboy sammich she was currently holding in both hands. There were a few bites taken already of the shrimpy goodness though it was a massive undertaking to complete the entire thing for someone her size. "Okay!" she agrees with Rogue only to sidle a liiiitle closer to the pair. "If you don't want the plane can I learn to fly it?" It's asked in a hushed, conspiritorial whisper. "I know how to drive a humvee! Just... don't get to practice much other things." Yeah.

Oh, but there's Hank! Her hand shoots up to wave in his direction. "Hey Doc! There's TONS of food come join in! Remy brought sausages and shrimp thingies and it's all good! There's poutine Logan brought, too! And Julio made flautas and.... I think that's how it's pronounced." Hm.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"I t'ink we're gettin' near enough to firework time, too," Remy calls out, "Now, mind I didn't go out and buy a bunch since I make my own pretty good."

At that point he stoops down to pick up a frisbee, holding it up over his head: "Dis anyone's? No? Good."

Then he curls his arm back and heaves it with all his strength, sending it spinning through the air with a blazing trail of violet energy before it explodes spectacularly above them. There's not even scraps of plastic left to rain back down upon them.

"Okay, anyone else wanna donate a firework?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol nods and then uggns "God.. she is the worst..." yeah she knows Rogue has complicated feelings about Mystique but she is the worst. "Okay let me know where and I'll send some agents over and have it impounded by SHIELD and checked over for bugs and bullshit at the least."

She lifts a hand "Hey Henry" is called over to McCoy from where she has polished off her beer and the chicken she got earlier.

"I could do some fireworks if you want... not sure about donating to it.. though I mean empty beer bottle?" she moves to offer it to Remy now. "Nice trick."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Well I aint got any to donate, but... "Gabby you want a really close up look at fireworks?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "I mean, I can make more explosions, if you'd like." Alex adds, watching as Remy tosses off the first firework of the day, then offers his own bottle as well. "Here ya go though..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
People! Hank waves back to Rogue and Gabby, grinning to each. Another wave to Carol as well. "How is everyone on this rebellious raucous rocking red-letter rememberance?" He grins to all. His nose twitches, scenting the food. "Everything smells enticing! Is it free game at the gnoshing table?"

A grin to Remy and Sam. "Nice display, and I think that Sam could give you a nice view from up there."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Thoughts of potentially flying a plane are forgotten in favor of EXPLOSIONS. You can't go wrong with those. Gabby's attention turns to the frisbee-firework with an 'ooh' of delight. "Oh that'd be cool!" She states at the suggestion of getting up close... But there was the small matter first of making a donation. She looks to her poboy then to herself clad in a bikin and flipflops. There wasn't exactly pockets on this thing to be holding potential explosives. A thought strikes her though.

Turning around and hunching her shoulders over to hide what she's doing there's an audible *SNAP-CRACK* like a breaking branch. Then another. Apparently done she turns around again holding two elongated items which she gleefully offers out to Remy. "Here you go!"

Yes, those are bone.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan awakes from the coma inspired by poutine, brownie, beer, and other assortments of vittles. He yawns and scratches at his flank, wearing little more than a pair of black swimming trunks. He blinks and shields his eyes, grumbling. "What was that? Oh right, Americans needin' to blow up t'freakin' country to celebrate it."

He groans and sits up in his pool-side lounger. He reaches over and grabs his now lukewarm beer bottle, draining it of its contents before rolling to his feet and meandering over to the cooler to fetch a fresh one.

Same trick, new beer. He slices off the neck and starts taking a sip.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie turns around and looks over his shoulder "Jump onto my bag piggy back kiddo." He will tell the young lady as he waits to take her up to the level of real fireworks and explosions. "I aint a F-15, but I might be able to outrun one." He tells her.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Vive la liberté, carcajou en colère!" Remy calls towards Logan, reaching out to catch one of the beer bottles tossed his way and turning it over in his hands. It begins to glow a bright purple before he tosses it into the air again, miming a finger-gun at it before it explodes in a bright burst of violet sparks.

"Hah! I forgot how fun dis is," the Cajun adds, fetching up a paper plate and frisbeeing it skywards for another explosion.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney finds a suitable place to lay her poboy down before hurrying over to Sam to clamber onto his back. Neverind she's in a bikini. It wasn't TOO cold up in the sky, right? Right. "Hell yes! Let's go, explosions!"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods softly to what Carol says. "I'll send you the address and hangar number. It's in its own private hangar. It has camera's pointed at it too, so I think she's been watchin' me work on it. But yeah, I thought about SHIELD, but I thought they'd... not be nice t'me if I was the one who delivered it t'them. This is better." She looks to Gabby then flashes her a grin. "You convince her t'let ya fly it, I'm tryin' t'get this thing off my shoulders."

Rogue walks over to the drinks then and opens the cooler up then, conveniently bends over to try and distract people while she reaches for a beer, then rises back up to open it like no big deal. "Celebrate the fourth..." She says with a dramatic sigh.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan eyes Remy for a moment, crouchy countenance in full swing as he has just woken up. His expression mellows as he decides if there was one holiday that Remy was made for, it was the 4th. He takes another swig of his beer and snatches a cappuccino brownie that Kitty had brought earlier.

Taking a big bite, he chews and distinctly looks away when Rogue bends over. His tongue rolls over chocolate and coffee. After a long pensive moment with his superior senses at play he decides, "Huh, Kitty's mom really can cook."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry makes himself a plate full - loading up on all the options. It's a party, after all! He's got a plate struggling with the weight of his food, once all things are all said and done. A nod to Logan, the Beast grinning. For those who haven't seen him around - he's got a new lion-like visage, courtesy of an asshole geneticist.

Heading over towards the cooler, he grins just a bit. As Rogue is successful at retrieving a beer, he deftly tries to pluck it from her hands. "Thank you!"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol notes to Rogue "sshhh distracted with explosions." mostly teasing about Gabby having already redirected. Then she looks Logan over thoughtfully. "Okay. Thank you all for welcoming me with little to no warning. Also I could probably give Gabby lessons just not in a plane that for god sakes Mystique provided... ugn..."

She steps over to get another piece of fried chicken then takes a bite. She looks to be considering the fireworks watching to see what Remy does next.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie takes off into the air. The blast field surrounding him and Gabby, and they are headed to the level of the real fireworks in the area, flying through the middle of a couple of them as they go off. The fireworks not hurting at all, even if Gabby could feel it, but she is getting a rare view of fireworks for sure.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lets out a gasp when Hank appears up on her side and takes the bottle from her. "This country needs some serious rule adjustments! I fought anti-mutant rednocks t'day. I deserve a good cold drink!" She smirks at the Doctor then and raises up one of her bare hands to wiggle her fingers near his face, just a fun little tease, before she sweeps past him to go sit down and watch the fireworks.

"Is Jubilee out there?' She asks then. "Thsi is her night t'shine, she's gotta be on the ball for this stuff." She glances over to Logan then and smiles at him. "Hey there." She says at him. "Was thatyou in the food coma I saw over there? Had me thinkin' ya snuck a touch when I wasn't lookin', ya know?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney was indeed quite distracted by the fireworks and flight so as to forget the whole FLY PLANE YASS situation. Up in the air on Sam's back she can see for miles it seems catching sight of the larger localities fireworks displays as well as the ones that Remy sent up. She does at least quiet down so she's not yelling in Sam's ear the entire time though she grins from ear to ear.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan squints at Beast for a moment, sniffs, confirms it is indeed Hank, looks at his beer, back to Hank, and then shrugs. He wipes his hand on his swim trunks and walks over to Carol, offering her a hand greeting.

His gaze goes to follow Sam as he takes off into the air. "Hey! You put a scratch on that kid, and I'll give you six!" Not that they probably heard him over the various pops and booms filling the sky with their rapport. Though maybe they'll notice the vigorous fist-shaking.

His gaze shifts back toward Rogue. "Food Coma.. and Like Hell I'd sneak a touch, even if it wouldn't put me on my ass, Anna-Marie. It's my job t'act like the angry older brother."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie chuckles and does not seem to be worried about the yelling and screaming. He will even make sure one of the fireworks actually hits them. Luckily Sam and anyone he is carrying are almost immune to damage, he has taken some massive hits, none of them will hurt them. "You want to see something else neat kiddo?" He will ask, and they will head down some, and to a building he knows is being tore down, and flys over it making sure he can see inside, and none are there. Then he will fly through the building, and back up through some fire works, before coming back towards the mansion for a landing.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol watches Gabby and Sam because that is pretty cool really and there is a break in the exploding beer bottles right now. "Well hopefully he doesn't drop her..."

She looks to Logan now and gives him a nod. "Nice to meet you." she notes "My names Carol." then she looks back up again and aims, a bit off to the side gauging Sam's speed and making sure he can't accidenly veer then lifts her hand and fires off a burst of photon blast.... which arcs up into the sky and then she makes a fist causing it to explode safely in a burst like flak... or well a firework. "This is a fun holiday really... though.. fuck I forgot to get Steve a present."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast waggles his brows at Rogue. "I am sure you will vote to repeal the age limit on drinking in our country." He teases the woman, nodding again to Logan. There's no real explanation to hand over at the the time. He glances up, eyes on the flying Sam and Gabby.

A snap of his fingers. "It is Captain Rodgers birthday, isn't it?" He chuckles.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just gives a grin to Logan. "So /that's/ that what your act is supposed t'be." She teases him before standing up then to walk back to the cooler, this time grabbing out a bottle of tea! She raises it up and waggles it at Hank so that he can make sure it's tea! Then she turns and walks past Carol. "Captain America's birthday is July fourth?" She asks. "That's kinda... not surprisin'..." She twists the cap off of the bottle and looks up to the sky as more fireworks explode, lighting up the darkness. She motiosn off to the south then. "That the county's display?" She asks, seeing more big blasting fireworks blowing up in the far off distance over the tree line. "They must dump a /ton/ inta this stuff. They need t'get a Jubilee of their own."

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Name's Logan. Though you might know me as Wolverine."  He offers to Carol then squints scratching at one of his side-burns before peering back into the haze of memory. He pauses then adds, "Tell Cap, that Lucky Logan says Hi."

Logan seems abruptly shaken, the rapport of the fireworks mixing with resurgent memories: battlefields and nights fighting Nazis. He grunts and drains his beer bottle, tossing it in the bin before grabbing another long neck from the cooler.

"I think I heard Rogue mention SHIELD too. For Nick, tell him that Wolverine says 'Fuck Off'." The mixture of growl and laugh that fellows makes it difficult to determine if he's serious or not. His gaze shifts back to Rogue, his eyes rolling. "Keep teasin' me, and I won't let you sneak beers anymore."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Sure!" Gabby agrees to seeing another cool thing. As if she was going to pass that up. The flythrough of the building along with the return to the others has her whooping with glee by the time they land. "That was so awesome! And how did you not get exploded when that one hit us?" Oh, maybe she ought to not mention that part around the others? It's not as if they were hurt though.

Hopping off his back she grins broadly. "Thanks Sam! That was great!" It's all said a bit TOO loud, but her ears are probably still ringing. Give it another minute and she'll be healed up just fine and able to hear at a proper level again.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol points to Logan "Nice to meet you Logan.. Wolverine... that is vaguely familiar for some reason." probably a file somewhere, she has read a lot of files.

"As for Steve, I'll tell him you say hi." pause "As for Fury, I will sure as hell not tell him Fuck Off even if it from someone he probably expects it. Honestly I try to avoid Nick as much as possible because he might have an assignment for me... "Also I don't think he likes my cat..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Having the beer and his plate of food, Hank moves to a chair to start his feasting. He digs in, listening to the conversation as it goes on through the evening. It's the perfect night for him - firends, family and food.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan nods to Carol and just grunts at her refusal, though he chuffs a laugh as she explains why she avoids Fury. "Yea, when patch shows up, y'know nothing good is going to come from it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sticks her tongue out at Logan after sipping her bottle of tea. "Don't take away all my fun now, sugah." She says back at him before turning toward the lit-up pathway that heads off of the deck from where they are.

"Think I'm gonna go wander the lake a bit, see if I can't find where the fireworks are bein' shot off from." The southern gal hops off the first step then bounds down the rest toward the pathway, walking between the garden lights that line the stones.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will move to get himself some ice tea, and looks over to the girl he took for the ride "Not much can hurt me when I am blasting, to be honest, I aint even sure if Logan could cut me while Ah am blasting and to be honest hope Ah never have to find out.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol glances at her wrist then frowns, the AC/DC shirt she is wearing shimmers down into a long sleeve version with a soft cascade of cosmic energy then she taps her wrist and a holographic display pops up. "Okay... it was good talking to you Rogue drop me that address." she looks to everyone else "It was really nice meeting you all but I should probably get back to the Triskelion. If you all have a problem Hank or Rogue know how to get ahold of me."