4697/Kitchen Looting

Kitchen Looting
Date of Scene:	12 January 2021
Location:	Main Kitchen
Synopsis:	Mutants eat food. Nutrition is the mission.
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Julio Richter, Kurt Wagner

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Lorna Dane has posed:
The better thing about living in such a large house is often, the kitchen is well stocked. The evening finds Lorna, former student, queen abroad sitting on the counter next to the stove with a hoard of marshmallows in a bowl. Shoving one on a knife she holds it over the open flame to let it color and leans back to make sure no students are heading down the hall.

Julio Richter has posed:
At least one student is heading down the hall, although Julio Richter's presence at the school is hard to pin down to just that role. Older by a couple of years than the rest of the seniors, and more closely involved in X-men business than schoolwork, he is nonetheless taking classes to help him catch up with the years of education he missed. At least, he will be until he gets his GED, and apparently longer if the headmistress gets her way.

He slouches into the kitchen, hands in the pockets of his denim vest, and hesitates for a second when he spots Lorna, wearing a slight wince as if pained. He recovers quickly, gives her a nod and a quiet "Hola," before heading for the fridge himself, popping the door open, and peering into its brightly lit depths on the hunt for a late-night snack.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
In a house full of teenaged students the kitchen is frequently a prime stop for most of the mansion's inhabitants until fairly late into the evening. Of course it is not just the students that might drop in at all hours. While this might be a school, a lot of them keep some fairly odd hours at times.

Certainly Kurt can be guilty of that as much as anyone. But it is not some mission, or anything else of the like that seems to have the fuzzy blue elf venturing into the cozy confines of the kitchen well after dinner time. No, it looks like someone has been playing. Not surprisingly, he appears to be decked out in pirate regalia and while it appears that he stopped by his room long enough to ditch the rapier after his Danger Room 'training session', he still practically dances into the room as if engaged in a duel, parrying and thrusting though nothing is actually in his hand. Fortunately.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Hearing footsteps, Lorna moves to hide her makeshift s'mores technique only to relax seeing it's just Julio. "Hola." She tells the slightly younger mutant before resuming her roast as he rummages. Kurt's appearance is much less of a mystery, Lorna half smiling as he fights his way into the kitchen. "Errol Flynn today?" She asks the blue one as he parries and thrusts about. Though that reminds her and she turns the knife over to start roasting on the other side.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio doesn't turn to look, but does engage in a sort of subconscious two-step to stay out of Kurt's way as he passes by fighting imaginary Spaniards, or ninjas, or whatever Danger Room pirates fight. It's a side benefit of the Mexican youth's powers that he doesn't need his peripheral vision to avoid collisions, so long as people keep their feet in contact with the ground and have the decency to step heavily enough to make a sound.

Finally, he snags a little carton, bearing the sharpied message 'DOUG'S LUNCH DO NOT TOUCH' in half a dozen languages, and backs up to plop down at a barstool at the island, situating himself just across from the Genoshan queen. He flicks the carton open, makes a disappointed face at the contents, and then starts eating anyway.

"How's it going?" he asks, between mouthfuls. "You need any more cave shelters, just let me know. I hear more people are showing up on the island now that things are a little more stable."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Never unduly concerned about looking a little silly, Kurt only flashes both Lorna and Julio an impish grin as he continues to play that sequence out, parry and riposte as he ducks around the island counter out in the middle of the floor and continues to circle the the big, wooden table until his battle with his unseen opponent seems to come to an end at last. At least he didn't actually jump up on any of the counters or furniture. A small mercy. And hardly a guarantee when he is in play mode. "An excellent guess, of course, but no. I have been sailing the high seas as the Dread Pirate Kurt, of course," he says, those brilliant yellow eyes glinting with mischief.

Sheathing his imaginary sword -- yes, he truly embraces his role, clearly he is quite the method actor -- he starts towards the fridge, no doubt to seek out his rightful reward. "You should join me next time. The fair crew of the Gypsy Minstrel shall be facing down the Kraken," he boasts, peering through the fridge before giving up his search there for the moment and instead turning towards the freezer and it's bountiful prizes. "Of course, Errol Flynn is always good too. I suppose we could play Robin Hood instead. I can always use more Merry Men. Or Women. And green is certainly your color," he points out mischieviously before claiming a pint of ice cream and walking back to the counter.

The bagged lunch in front of Julio is noted and the fuzzy blue elf clucks his tongue. "Poor Doug," he murmurs, though with a hint of a smile. No doubt there are many bagged lunches scattered across the multiple fridges, just for this sort of occasion.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna looks at the container and snorts. "I suppose Richter can always claim it was after lunch." She glances at her marshmallow to make sure it's not falling off soft yet. "While I enjoy training, I've never been much good with a sword or bow." She tells Kurt as he selects his frozen treat. Turning her gaze back to Julio she considers. "If something comes up, I'll be sure to offer. I think otherwise things are moving alright." She pauses to knock on the cabinet under her with a knuckle lightly. "It looks like you're settling in alright here." She offers and leans over to Kurt. "Let me know if you want any mallows to put on that."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio raises an eyebrow at the others over the sandwich he's already halfway through, swallows another mouthful, and then answers in a perfectly innocent, puzzled voice, "I have no idea what you mean." He was positively faint from hunger, clearly, and in no state to stop and read a multilingual essay, even if he had hypothetically seen one. "I was never here," he adds for good measure, waving a hand like Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is not the egg salad Doug is surely going to be looking for.

That little bit of banter done, he settles back into a slouch, looking uncharacteristically introspective, if not a touch sad. "It would be good to have something new to work on. Kind of a change of scenery." Kurt's movie references leave him nonplussed, as usual, although he has long since learned to just let them wash over him. He at least knows who Robin Hood is, but the rest is a big blank.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
"See, I would have thought you would have had no trouble with a sword. Or, you know, a hundred or so of them," Kurt teases, that spoon digging into the frozen dessert -- chocolate with green minty swirls apparently -- leaning casually against the counter. The Danger Room might have been designed to hone the X-Men's skills to the levels that they need given the threats that they face. But lets face it, having a holographic training room just begs for it to be put to use in more recreational pursuits, something that Kurt does regularly. Not that there isn't training involved of course. After a fashion.

Ahhhh, the fuzzy blue elf could never resist a good movie reference and the hand-wave is awfully good. Again those brilliant yellow eyes glint mischeviously and he dips his head in acknowledgement. "You were never here," he agrees with just a shadow of a grin. "And of course I want roasted marshmellows," he says. "You know, I'm fairly certain that there are graham crackers around here somewhere. And it shouldn't be that hard to dig up a couple of chocolate bars." Because marshmellows are a fine treat on their own. But they can always be improved.

Lorna Dane has posed:
"Bored up here with winter?" Lorna asks Julio before gingerly taking the marshmallow off the knife. "I mean, I could tell Doug I hadn't seen you...but his exasperated face." She pops the marshmallow in her mouth and reaches for a new one from the bowl. "Kurt, I'll get you one next. And good with metal is not good with swords." She wiggles her brows and gestures to the spoon he's holding as well as the knife she's roasting on. "It'd be like throwing a rock."

Julio Richter has posed:
"What's wrong with throwing rocks?" Julio protests, as though offended. "Swords are kind of technical, though, I agree." He waggles the hand that isn't busy with someone else's food. "A hundred swords is just overkill. They'd be so heavy you might as well use them as a rock. Drop them all on the guy at a time and be done with it."

Gesturing to illustrate his words, he closes his free hand into a fist, then opens it as if dropping a big ball of crushed-up swords on someone very, very small. "Like in cartoons. What's that thing called? Pointy on one side, flat on the other?" This one's less a reference problem and more an issue with the language barrier. There aren't a lot of Gen Z blacksmiths, after all.

He takes a bite, then a breath, and finally answers Lorna, "Not so much bored as..." He frowns and hitches his shoulders in a shrug. "Bobby had to leave. Some family thing, I think. We've been talking on the phone, but..." Frustrated, he grips what's left of his sandwich tightly enough to have egg salad oozing out the edges, then tosses it, half-eaten, back into the carton. Insult is added to tomorrow Doug's injury. "He doesn't think we should be, anymore."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Well, not everyone can be a born pirate. Kurt does not judge! The fuzzy blue elf only flashes Lorna another grin, twirling that spoon about in his fingers nimbly before sending it stabbing back down into the ice cream to lay claim to some more of that frozen treasure. "Fair enough. Though thrown rocks can be remarkably effective too. Especially when they have a pointy end," he notes with that easy grin as she roasts another of the marshmellows.

Poor Doug. Things are just not going his way tonight. Maybe they can arrange a hidden fridge, just for him and his lunches. Or perhaps this is just the price on pays for being diligent and responsible and making one's lunch ahead of time. "Ahhhhh, that is never easy my friend," he offers up gently and simply. Words rarely help such things, at least not when wounds are fresh at any rate.

Lorna Dane has posed:
"Oh. I'm sorry Julio. If you want, next time I swing by the island you're welcome to come for change of pace." Lorna offers and roasts her mallow. "Thrown rocks could be super effective. I should try that with my dad some time. He could stand for it." She rubs her jaw thoughtfully. "Anyway, Kurt, did you hear about Kitty's dad making a comeback? Turns out he's alive."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio gazes down at the ruined sandwich balefully, as though it's egg salad that made him single. (It is a pretty unsexy sandwich, it must be said.) "I just didn't think I'd have to worry about it with Bobby. At least, not yet. Things were going really well," he answers Kurt. "And I may take you up on that, Lorna."

He sits up a little straighter, seeming to take a bit of encouragement from the sympathy, but then gladly veers to another topic with a bit less emotional weight -- at least, for him. "I had heard something about the thing with Kitty's dad," he says, brows inching together. "But I also heard the situation was kind of... odd. I don't know much about him, but she did mention to me once that he had died."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Having a project or something else to focus on rarely hurts at moments like that. Not that Kurt would know of course, he is ever lighthearted and cheerful, no matter how dark the day! Or at least he is able to pull that off, more often then not. "I did hear that," Kurt says, shaking his head almost in disbelief. He, of course, happens to believe in miracles which makes belief a little easier. Still, what are the odds. "Certainly it is great news. I'm so happy for Kitty. It seems that it's the only thing the entire school can talk about," he notes wryly. Of course, after all the tragedy surrounding Genosha, who couldn't use a little good news associated with those dark days?

Lorna Dane has posed:
"It is a great relief." Lorna agrees and pokes one of the marshmallows. Testing it's softness she flips it and looks back to the both of them. "I'm still looking for reports on other survivors from his return. I haven't been able to yet, and usually-well, it is a little odd." She allows and offers the knife to Kurt. "Here. Have some sugar with your sugar." She offers and turns off the stove.

Julio Richter has posed:
Even on the best of days, Julio isn't the optimist Kurt is, by a wide margin. This isn't the best of days. "Is anyone looking into it?" he asks. "Jean, maybe, or Scott?" Can't hurt to have a tactical, analytical mind on the case -- or, even better, just an absurdly powerful psychic. "I get that Kitty wouldn't ask, but it might be a good idea anyway. If my dad showed up alive..." He shakes his head guardedly. He doesn't sound at all pleased by the possibility.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
The marshmellow delicacy is plucked from the knife with a grin and a florid bow of thanks. Ever with the grand gestures. But it does not linger long in his hand, quickly popped into his mouth where the slightly crunchy exterior makes the gooey, melty interior that much better. "There is nothing better then sugar with sugar. Unless it is another helping or two of sugar," he notes oh so gravely. Julio's caution gets an arched brow. It is entirely sensible of course. But it is hard to look at what should be a joyous occasion with such a pragmatic eye sometimes. At least for the fuzzy blue elf. "I suspect someone is taking appropriate precautions," he says gently, but genuinely. Certainly they've been burned in the past. "And now I must big you both a good night. I have papers to grade before I can get some sleep," he says with a wink. "Thank you for the marshmellow treat. And the company," he adds with a smile for both of them.