4264/Crimefighter Chic

Crimefighter Chic
Date of Scene:	01 December 2020
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	Life choices, guilty pleasures and unstable molecule clothing!
Cast of Characters:	Henry McCoy, Emma Frost

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Henry McCoy has posed:
Still trying to reintegrate with "normal" people, Henry was out of his office. He needed to not be alone, not be cramped in his office or room. So it was off to the Rec Room to be out in the open. The Beast had a large bowl of popcorn and a glass of soda, an action movie was playing on the television. It was a cheesy one - Barry Gordy's Last Dragon.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma finds herself still wearing the handful of borrowed clothes she received when she ended up at the Mansion. The woman steps into the rec room with a lift of her blonde eyebrow towards Henry on the couch and the telepath smirks to herself. "Well hello there." She says, stealing a line from one of those nerdy movies she keeps hearing she needs to watch.

    The woman in the grey sweatpants and hoodie steps up to sit on the same couch but not quite next to Hank. "What are we watching?" She asks as she looks over towards the popcorn with curious eyes.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The big man sits up, hearing her approach. A glance over his shoulder and a nod, still uncertain as to her status. But she's here, and not incarcerated, so she's got to be on the good list. "Hello Emma." He offers, nodding to her again. "This is a classic eighties movie - a mix of Kung Fu and Motown. The Last Dragon." Henry explains, with a slight grin. "It's a guilty pleasure, this and Big Trouble In Little China."

He looks to the television, then back to her. "Did you want to watch? You're welcome to, of course. I have enough popcorn to share, if you're peckish." A wry grin. "How are you managing?"

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Never heard of it, and if it's a guilty pleasure, maybe be a little embarrased when someone walks in." Emma says with a teasing sort of wink when she sits on the couch and rolls backwards to sit more on her back than her bottom and reaches her feet out to rest on the coffee table too. "I'll try some, but I'm not a huge popcorn girl, I don't want my thighs to explode." She notes to Henry with a smirk.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The doctor smirks, shaking his head. "Perhaps a bit guilty, but what else can I do? If I turn it off, then someone suspects me of watching something more ... illicit." A shake of his head. "So I own up to my likes and dislikes." Seems a fairly straight-forward perspective, right?

The popcorn bowl is set between the two, Henry chuckling. "I doubt that you would allow popcorn to have such an affect on you, Emma. You have far too much discipline." A wink. "There's a touch of white cheddar sprinkle on."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "It's not the discipline that causes me alarm. It's the lack of it. I could always enjoy popcorn or food, or just going into a mindless stupor using my powers, but it's discipline that keeps me functioning and not a drooling pile of a woman." The blonde says with a look over towards Henry and then raeches a hand across herself to get a few kernals and pops them into her mouth one at a time. "I do appreciate the snack, and you being quite the gentleman Henry." Emma says with a soft smile towards the TV.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The doctor grins. "I would imagine that same discipline will prevent you from over-indulging in the popcorn arena." He chuckles, relaxing a bit now that she's settled in and sharing the snack. "And it is absolutely no problem, happy to share." A nod to Emma, and a wink. "Happy to be a gentleman - I'm afraid you caught me on a bad day, when ... well, when we were saving people." Someone with a good read of body language could easily tell he's embarassed about that.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "My bad day makes yours look like a woman signing up for the conven..." Emma says with a long 'srsly' faced turn of her head and aimed at full power towards Henry. "Lets not get into that contest, shall we?" The woman asks before twisting her neck once more to look back at the TV and frowning as she looks towards the clock in the room. "Is it Thursday yet?" She says increduously.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's no competition. "You are in control, at least." He offers, with a wry smile. The srsly look is not flinched from, only accepted with a grin. "But you are getting better, correct? Better life choices?" A pause. "What is happening on Thursday?"

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Which makes me worse. My actions were calculated and adjusted like an equation. Being primal and a creature of instinct is dangerous, for sure Henry... but what I did... I'm thankful you all are forgiving me..." Emma says, looking over the bowl and reaching a hand out to pat against Henry's blue fur on his wrist. "I'm getting better yes." Emma then looks back to the tv. "I'm not sure you noticed, but I've been slumming it in what I think are Rogue's or Jean's old sweatpants... I have a shipment of clothes for me coming that should be here thursday."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The man considers it, hrming a bit. "I can see the bad in both things, Emma. The differences are alarming, though." Henry admits after a moment. "It's our... mission, if anything. If there is a change for redemption, we should be striving to afford it to those who were once opposed." A smile. "And slumming it? I think you wear it well." A chuckle from Hank. "I mean, supervillainess outfits not withstanding..."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Those outfits were and are outstanding." Emma says with a huff before she puts her hand on her belly and frowns at Henry. "I appreciate the compliments, even though I don't feel like I look great in it. Not up to /my/ standards." The woman says with a grin and a smirk before she turns back to the flick. "I don't have to read your mind to recommend you turn your attention back to the movie, doctor." She smirks.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast grins. "I am sure you don't have to be, no." A shrug, eyes on the film now. "I've... found it easier to resist mental... probes and such nowadays." The man murmurs. "Either from Essex's experimentation, or my own will power after dealing with a Jean-clone." A slight frown, before he shakes it off. "And I am sure you can design something breathtaking for your new life path, yes?"

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I could, but I feel like if I'm going to be a part of the team, I should incorporate some of that 'team synergy funtimes identify the bodies' bullsh." Emma says with a wave of her hands as if that was a thing she could be sarcastic about. Though she does mean it in no small manner. "I do need to do that though... I assume... you're the team seamstress, right? You're the only one with the steady enough hands of a sewer."

Henry McCoy has posed:
He looks down to his altered hands, grinning. "I am, I suppose. Though it may take me a bit longer nowadays. Thinking of becoming an X-Man, then? X-Person? Our name is horribly patriarchial... I apologize." He says, sheepishly. "I have been working with some unstable molecule fabric, to help with our unique gifts."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Doctor, it's a name for a weird group of literal wanna be heroes. It's not that bad." She says and rolls her eyes, she's not exactly 'woke' like some of the others her age. "What would these unstable molecule's do?" The woman asks, lifting her eyebrows and propping herself up on her elbows to look more closely at Hank. Emma is very into clothes.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He shrugs. "I understand your point, but times change and people tend to get touchy about some subjects." Henry admits. "The unstable molecules are something I've found that work for people who have unusual physiologies. The Fantastic Four, for example. Their uniforms to not burn, or they stretch, or they become invisible with the wearer." The Beast explains. "They should take on the properties of the wearer, to allow for more dramtic transformations."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "You telling me my clothes will become telepathic too?" Emma asks with a raise of her eyebrow again and she looks down at the hoodie she's wearing and then back to Henry. "I'm ... not sure if that makes sense or if I like it." Emma says with a few blinks before she pushes the popcorn back towards Hank. "You um, let me know about those molecules, I'll let you enjoy Dragon Kung Fu, or whatever the name is." She says with a smirk and a snort before she is off the couch and making her way towards the door.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A laugh at that. "If you ever run into..." He thinks on it. "We all have the capability to further mutate. We evolve. Sometimes odd things happen." He motions to himself, in his feline-ish form. "The cloth should be able to accomadate to that." A grin. As she departs, he offers a wave. "I will."