2948/Real Talk about Real Estate

Real Talk about Real Estate
Date of Scene:	16 August 2020
Location:	Warren's Penthouse
Synopsis:	Hank and Warren talk about Hank getting his own apartment, about life, and about how to keep the craziness of the real world from affecting everyone too much.
Cast of Characters:	Warren Worthington, Henry McCoy

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Warren Worthington has posed:
It's a pretty lazy Sunday afternoon for Warren, but when he got word that his fluffy buddy Hank was looking to chat, he gave him directions to his place. When Hank arrives at the building, one of the staff are already on notice to send him up to the top floors at once.

While he waits, Warren tidies up a little around the living room and kitchen, mostly just some plates and cups from a breakfast he and Alison shared earlier before she went out to go shopping. Whistling while he finishes up, he makes sure to pull out a couple of bottles of soda and leave them to one side. Clapping his hands together, he gives a self-appreciative nod at his handiwork and then settles down on a chair to watch some TV before Hank gets there.

Henry McCoy has posed:
t's an odd sensation, coming to Warren like this. Previously, they were student and teacher. Now it's more like colleagues. Hank was wearing a white linen shirt, black slacks, and some roomy shoes. He's sent up to the top floors, riding the elevator and watching as the numbers rise. Once atop the tower, he steps out into the penthouse. A low whistle. "Warren, you've done well." He grins, looking over to the man. "Thanks for seeing me."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren peers out in the direction of the elevator when it dings. "Hey Hank! And really I can thank my old man more than anything. I only wish every mutant could get some karma for the crap they had to deal with over the course of their lives." He gestures to the couch. "Take a load off and I got some sodas out, Diet Pepsi since Ali said we should both be cutting back on sugar." He grins. "So how've things been?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Accepting the offer, Hank makes his way over to the sofa. "Diet is fine, I am sure the sugar lowering is good for about anyone..." A chuckle. "Though we do tend to burn through calories rather fast, in our occupations." The Beast comments, settling down on the sofa.

"Glad to hear she's having positive affects on you, Warren. You two are good together." The man beams. "I really am happy for you two, Warren." He looks about, taking in the penthouse before looking back to his friend. "I was thinking about finding a place outside of the Mansion."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Can't argue with that! Though my metabolism is a lot different than Alison's, so if I gotta make a few sacrifices so that she's happier, well..." Warren shrugs. "It's worth it in the end. She has made me a lot better, and I love her." He smiles and nods his thanks to Henry's kind words.

Opening up his own soda, he takes a swig before nodding. "A place outside the mansion is easily doable, but you should also make a list of things you might need as well. Like how many bedrooms or bathrooms is an easy question to ask, but finding amenities that suit you is also very important."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a wide smile at that. "The L word and all? Congratulations, Warren." He says, earnestly. "You both deserve the best, and I am glad you both have found it." A chuckle.

Looking to his hands, Henry thinks on that a moment. "Well, I know you deal in real estate, so I had thought to ask if you knew of any apartments open in your holdings?" He starts, quietly. "I'd rather work with a friend and better their financials, as opposed to try my luck with unknown realtors. I don't know how many are interested in helping our people, no matter how genteel we may be."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Yeah, weird right? But it's true!" Warren smiles and shakes his head. "A year ago I wouldn't believe I would feel this way about anyone, but here we are!" He takes another sip of his drink and listens, nodding along as Hank speaks.

"There's a few places open here. I think we could easily get you hooked up with a nice two bedroom place. Nice kitchen with an island in it, living room and a dining room as well. Plus the building has a wide range of laundry facilities and services, a pool, a couple of gyms, and we can be neighbors and hang out more!"

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a look of relief from Hank, the man nodding. "That... would be amazing." He says, earnestly. "On all fronts." A grin. "I promise not to be a nosey neighbor." Henry offers with a nod. "And... I think Carrie may stop by more than not. I don't know if we're to the moving in phase yet." He says, again looking to his hands.

"I do believe I've fallen for her, Warren." He shakes his head. "It's scary. I worry over her getting tied up in the chaos that is our lives. I don't want anything to happen to her because of me."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Hey, be as nosey as you want, I don't mind! Plus, it'll give me an excuse to do wing night and order a bunch of different flavors for science!" Warren laughs and sets his soda down. "Man, that's awesome Hank. That is awesome, but you know what? Don't worry about the chaos of our lives. If she loves you, she'll understand that what you do, what we all do, isn't just about us. It's about the thousands upon thousands of people born with a mutation that they never asked for and deserve every ounce of acceptance as anyone else does."

He pauses for a moment resting both hands on his knees. "Magneto isn't going to make things easier on us, you know? But I think the Professor wants us to continue to persevere, push forward, and make these connections with regular humans. I don't think you have to hold yourselves up for the world to see, but at least the school. Show the kids at Xavier's that the Professor's way -can- work, we just have to keep trying."

Damn. Now he was getting all philosophical. So of course he has to say one more thing.

"Besides, if anyone goes after her, we'll kick their asses."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a chuckle at the bravado displayed. "Magneto is a concern - especially with me falling for a human." It's not said with distaste at all - just factually. "I have no doubt he'll do all he can to cause havoc for us." The Beast admits. "I thought he would be more... sensible after all the trouble he's been through." The man grumbles. "Some things will never change, I fear. Some opionions, ideologies, all that... it's the worst obstacle we face. The unmoving and unwavering hatred on both sides."

"Wings for science. I think that can be arranged. Beer sampling, all that." A wink. "I promise to keep the parties to a minimum."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren nods, letting out a breath. "True enough. The more things change, the more they seem to stay the same, eh? Whatever, the heart will want what the heart wants, and if you care for Carrie?" He shrugs. "Anyone who has a problem with that can deal. I'm just happy for you both." He smiles and leans back. "Parties? Come on, you know me. Parties are always at a maximum." He winks and grins. "But yes, beer sampling and wing tasting. Definitely on the menu. It's going to be fun!"

Henry McCoy has posed:
He nods, offering over a hand. "Let me know and I'll come by to sign paperwork and give you a deposit for the rent. Thanks again, Warren." Henry grins. "So what else has been new for you? Did Allison get you signed on as a groupie for her shows yet?" He teases, winking to the other man.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren reaches over and takes Hank's hand in a firm shake, nodding. "Hey man, I'm always happy to help out my friends." He settles back and laughs, "Signed on? No, but I should ask her about being a groupie. If you really want to know how bad it's gotten between us, I keep letting her use my credit card. I'm a doomed man, aren't I?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a chuckle at that. "Doomed as you want to be, Warren. Doomed as you want to be. A man chooses his own end, and usually it is the one they want." Henry grins. "I mean, you could ask for hers, I suppose? She's a popstar, after all." He teases.

"I got to meet Carrie's foster father - Mr. Wayne. Good man." He explains. "It was nerve-wracking though."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren sighs. "I guess I'm pretty doomed then, because I want to be pretty doomed." Laughing, he picks his soda back up and takes another swig. His eyebrows raise a little at what Hank just said. "Wait, what? Mr. Wayne? As in Bruce Wayne? The super rich dude from Gotham? Whaaaaaaaat? That is, wow, that is awesome. I've only kind of seen him in passing at the Hellfire Club, but wow." He shakes his head. "How did that meeting go?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry McCoy takes up his soda and takes a drink. "Well, we went to dinner - in Hell's Kitchen." He laughs. "Carrie looked up the place, didn't quite realize the nature of the neighborhood." A wry grin. "It was a good meeting. Seemed very friendly, very polite. We share a like of the theater, apparently." The Beast muses. "And yes, that Bruce Wayne."

A shake of his head. "I was concerned I'd have to keep them both safe in that rough neighborhood."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Hell's Kitchen!?" Warren blinks. "Jeez, what a wild night that must have been. Some decent little food places down in that part of the city, don't get me wrong, but yeah..." He shakes his head. "Your life has become a lot more interesting since meeting Carrie, and you know what? Never a bad thing, man, never a bad thing." He reaches out and pats Hank on the shoulder. "You're a good dude, Henry McCoy. I believe Carrie sees all the good in who you are as a person and as a man. And you know what? Feel free to invite her to any of the little get-togethers I throw out there for our friends. She can be one of us in spirit."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast mmhms. "It was interesting. No trouble, though. I hope my presence was enough to push people to reason." A wry grin, and a shrug. "It was excellent food, truth be told. I might try it again, some time." The man decides. "And yes, a lot more interesting. I feel more out-going than before, you know?" A smile. "And the way she looks at me... it's too much. I do not have the right words for it, Warren." He murmurs, a bit tongue-tied.

"I appreciate that, Warren. I think she'd get along with our little family - she has nothing but good things to say about you and Ali." A nod.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Good! I'm glad to hear that you've felt a lot more outgoing, getting out of the shell a bit. It's good for you, and good for all the sudents as well. Just make sure none of them try to buy grades like I once did." Warren lets out a hearty laugh, recalling some of his 'shenanigans' back when he was a student. "And it's not too much, you're a good guy, you deserve to have this happiness my friend." He smiles, "Well, Ali I can understand but me? I'm still a rapscallion. A reforming rapscallion, but still!"

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a snort of laughter from the Beast. "Indeed. Recovering." He winks. "I am sure she has had a hand in guiding you down the right path, Warren. At least, partly. Some of it is your own doing, of course." A wry grin. "I never had problems dealing with students - we all share that common bond, after all." He muses. "And no, noone has tried buying grades." The man winks. "That was a one and done from you."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren bows from the waist towards Hank, grinning while he does. "And may there never again be someone just as crazy as Warren K. Worthington the Third, in that regard anyway." He sits back up and settles back into the couch, nodding. "I could take credit, but really there's been a lot of people who have been very inspiring. You, the Professor, Scott in his grumpy-boring sort of way, even Piotr who puts up with my particular sense of humor without yeeting me into a pool, or the ocean. That's the strength of Xaviers though, we all build up each other. We've had our flaws, our problems, but through our time at the school we were all made better because of it."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Indeed we do. We know where our strengths lie, and our weaknesses. We watch out for both, it's a family thing." The Beast grins. "And I could yeet you, nowadays." He says, with a chuckle. "Whatever happened... when we were forced..." His word trails off. "Whatever that was, changed us. Hopefully we can gain from that, and not wallow in it. I think most of us are coping, but I worry over Julian." A slight frown.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Yeah..." Warren's voice softens as the subject takes a darker turn. "How has Julian been doing? I... I can't imagine what that must be like, to go through what he did I mean." He looks down at his hands for a moment. "I imagine the Professor is doing what he can to help counsel him through this, but I hope the young guy has a few solid friendships to help him along too. No one can shoulder all of their burdens alone."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast nods to that, thinking. "I don't have the training to help counsel the boy. I don't even know where to begin. Him, or Emma." There's a sigh. "Both had something physically taken. Roberto is doing much better with what happened with him. And... Gabby seems to have the resilience that runs throughout her family." A grin.

"But yes, Julian... I am hoping that Gabby can help get through to him, and make sure he doens't take a dark turn."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Gabby being resilient doesn't surprise me, and as far as Emma is concerned, well, I think she's in a good spot with Alex. Even if she is still suffering a bit from what she experienced, Alex seems like he's a good guy and will do what he can to help her." Warren takes another sip of his soda. "As for Julian, maybe we can arrange to have a little get together for him. Find something he likes and get him out and about for an evening amongst friends. It obviously won't solve everything, but maybe he'll remember how many friends he does have and maybe it'll help?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a nod of approval with that. "I think that might be nice. Just... have a party. Don't make it about him though, I think he would get self-concious. Just... have him come out and realize that he has us for support, even if he doesn't realize it." There's a sip from Hank's soda. "That's a good plan, Warren. You must have had some pretty excellent teachers."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh, hrm, maybe a board game night? Or some other silly party game perhaps? Just have some good ol' fashioned dumb fun that gets everyone's mind off of all the ills in the world." Warren grins and nods, "And yeah, my teachers were pretty good. Especially the science teacher."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry McCoy nods. "That sounds good. Let me see what we can arrange." There's a wink to Warren. "Glad you understand the good fortune you had with a superior science teacher." He puffs up a bit, chuckling. "I should give you back your time - you've got plenty to keep up with, and I am sure Ali will want some time tonight."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Sounds good my friend, let's do what we can to make sure the school year is as safe and worry-free for the students and our other friends as we can." He stands up and extends a hand. "It was always good to talk to you Hank, sorry Ali couldn't be around to join us but we'll have to sit down with you and Carrie and do dinner sometime very soon."