4875/ToBeTitledSoon

ToBeTitledSoon
Date of Scene:	25 January 2021
Location:	Dining Hall
Synopsis:	Jubilation continues peppering the school with flyers for her talent show. Paige gets an offer from Warren. Everyone gets creeped by Ruth.
Cast of Characters:	Jubilation Lee, Paige Guthrie, Warren Worthington, Ruth Aldine

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Jubilation Lee has posed:
    The dining hall is bustling with activity as the bell just raaaaaang, signaling the start of one of the school's several lunch periods. Students trickle in and out, food is served, conversations started. Jubilation Lee rolls in on her Heely sneakers just after the initial wave of students. She turns on a dime, coming to an abrupt halt. Under one arm, she carries a thick stack of pink flyers. After a careful adjustment of her unnecessary sunglasses, Jubilee pushes off with her Heelys and starts skating through the dining hall.

    "Don't miss it!"

    "Be there or be square. Or just be there!"

    "It's gonna be a blast!"

    As Jubilee zips by each table, she slips pink flyers into the hands of the students eating their lunches and minding their own business.

Paige Guthrie has posed:
Trickling in herself is Paige, who just got out of a computer science course in which she stayed a few minutes after to work with the professor on some possible extra credit to tack on her already perfect score. She was told to 'stop worrying and enjoy her evenings.' Hmf. Who has time for that?

The country girl carries a lunch box that looks to be a handme down with some type of 80's cartoon character on it. He-Man. It was probably Sam's at one point, or an older cousin's. Settling into a table, she pops the rusty clasp and opens it up to take out a couple of sandwiches, an apple and a thermos full of soup. As the pink flier floats her way, she takes a peek down at it, then drags it a bit closer.

"Hey Jubilee." She drawls out in her rich twang. "What's this all about?"

Warren Worthington has posed:
Folding his wings in to make it through the door to the dining hall Warren peers across the bustling dining area as if looking around for someone. Clearly not seeing who he is looking for since he stands at the door without moving, the Angel leans against the wall of the commissary, folding his arms over his chest as he takes up a perched position out of the way of the dining rush while the students rush back and forth in front of him, though he does take a step forward as one of those students drops a pink flyer and he takes a look, his brow arching as he glances over towards Jubilee.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee slaps that flyer down with an extra couple smacks to the paper, just to give it some OOMPH. "Hey, Paige!" she exclaims. "Oh, just putting the word out. The First Annual Talent Show For Gifted Youngsters Presented By Jubilation Lee!" Jubes bevels her leg out in that classic Rockette pose and then puts another flyer in front of Paige for good measure. She has enough.

    "You wanna compete? Faabbulous prizes...."

    Jubilee looks up to take stock of the dining hall's apparent response to the flyers. Mostly it's just kids wanting to eat their food in peace. Many have the same quizical look that Warren's got. It seems that she needs to step things up.

    "Can I borrow this?" Jubilee points at an empty chair at Paige's table. Without waiting, she pulls it out and climbs up. "Friends, Mutants -- lend me your ears!" she shouts, waving a hand in the air.

Paige Guthrie has posed:
"Ah' talent show? Ah' don't even know what kinda talents ah' got. Guess ah' could .. um.. show everyone how ta' .. ride ah' horse blindfolded.. or tackle ah' chicken." Paige trails off as she stares at the pink flier, then the next flier that comes after that.

"Sure, ah'll think of something. Maybe ah'll rope mah' brother into it. And um.. sure.. you can have that.. chair.."

As Jubilee climbs on top and shouts for everyone's attention, her brows lift upwards, tucking some blonde hair back behind her ear as she tilts her head to one side, unwrapping her sandwich in the process.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Folding the pink flyer, Warren stuffs the paper into the front pocket of his jeans and starts to stroll over towards Jubilee just before she hops up on the chair. "Oh lord..." he murmurs lowly with a shake of his head, coming to a stop by Paige as he folds his arms over his chest again, "This ought to be good."

"Did I hear there will be prizes? What prizes?"

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "I know what you're thinking -- who's this cutie standing on the chair when I'm just trying to eke out a miserable existence and eat this so-called food?!"

    A few of the cafeteria staff shoot daggers at Jubilee, who remains shockingly oblivious.

    "Well, friends, I'm here with the bonafide, electrified, personified, liquified....uh, gentrified... answer to all your troubles!" she continues, now working her voice into a shout. "Has this ever been you....?"

    Jubes shifts her posture so she looks less impressive and more pathetic, both arms out in a shrugging sort of gesture. "...Gee.... I have all this /talent/ but no one to /judge/ it...Welp, I guess there's nothing left to do but jump off a cliff!"

    Jubilee waves her hands frantically in the air. "Friends! You /don't/ have to jump off a cliff -- come to the First Annual Talent Show For Gifted Youngsters Presented By Jubilation Lee and be properly judged by experts! Literally all your friends and none of your enemies are going! PLUS -- fabulous prizes for the winner!"

    "What prizes?" Jubilee repeats, pointing her finger at Warren. "Did I hear you say 'what prizes' good sir!" Jubilee looks around the room. "What do you say to a GIFT CERTIFICATE to Salem Center's BURGER JOINT -- it's only the most EXCLUSIVE restaurant in the entire county, serving up chemically separated beef-flavored food product!"

    After taking a breath, Jubilee starts to climb down from the chair -- BUT -- quickly climbs back up.

    "Jubilation Lee has approved this message!" she adds and then climbs down for good.

    Jubes reaches and plucks a french fry from some poor student, pops it in her mouth, and then lowers herself to a proper seat across from Paige. Without skipping a beat or even lurching for air after her announcement, Jubilee leans her head on her hand, elbow on table. "...Oh Paige, I bet you're just boiling over with talent!" she answers with a smile. "...I mean... lassoing.... hog-tieing... Uh...." Jubes reaches mentally. "...Rootin'?" "...Tootin?'" She sighs, just for a moment, before perking up. "It'll be fun!"

Paige Guthrie has posed:
As the show goes on .. and on .. and on ... Paige just stares openly between bites of her sandwich, lifting her brows upwards before she gives a glance to Warren after a quick swallow. "Well, there's your answer." She says in regards to prizes. A gift certificate to the 'Burger Joint'. They do have really good burgers.

"Rooting and tooting? What? Ah' dunno even what that is. Maybe Sammy knows. Ah really don't know .." She trails off. "Oh. Ah' can solve a Rubik's Cube in under a minute. It's not a world record but ah'm really good at those now. Ah' can even do it blindfolded."

She gives a nod of her head proudly as she leans back in the chair. "Whatcha gonna do for the show, Jubilee?"

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Your prize is a gift certificate to Burger Joint?" Warren shakes his head and reaches into pocket, pulling out a silver money-clip that has a stack of bills held tightly. "Here," he says as he counts out a few crisp $100 bills, five in total, before folding them and offering them over to Jubilee. "Add that on to your prize pool, you will probably have a better response. You need to learn a thing about consumer demand. Who teaches economics around here?"

Warren glances down at Paige and flashes her a smile, "Hey, how's the family? Haven't seen Sam around, I must keep missing him."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "No rootin' and tootin'?" Jubilee questions. Huh. She shrugs and moves her sunglasses to perch in her hair. "...Maybe hootin' and hollarin'?" She grins widely and then -- ah, Rubik's Cube! -- throws her hands into the air.

    "There ya go! Rubik's Cube -- Ruth Style! That's a good talent. I bet that's worth a burger!" Jubes leans back in her seat and knits both hands behind her head, as if to appear very relaxed and nonchalant.

    "Me? Why, I'm presenting, of course!" she answers with a wink. "Announce the acts... Maybe a little song and dance number, you know, like the Oscars...Or Lucy Ricardo," she adds. Lucy always wanted to be in the show.

    "Woah!" Jubilee says as she's now holding a neatly folded stack of money. She looks up and GRINS. "Thanks, Warren!" she beams. Her eyes lower to the money. "...Presidential flash cards..." she whispers, eyes wide. She stuffs them into her pocket and bounces up and down in her seat with the energy that only free money can provide. "You wanna be a judge, Warren? I'm going for an American Idol kind of thing. You know, three judges. One's nice -- that'd be you. One would be dopey. Maybe Rogue. And then one will be a total B."

    Jubilee makes a mental note to ask Emma Frost.

Paige Guthrie has posed:
"Well, ah' don't know if it's worth ah' burger but ah'll at least give it mah' best. Maybe ah' can do three Rubik Cube's in a row." Paige trails off for a moment, then gives a shake of her head in amusement. "Ah' just practice them because it helps develop good muscle memory. Figure if ah'm ever on ah' mission with th' team and ah'll have ta' deactivate ah' bomb it'd come in handy."

As opposed to doing it because it's just fun.

When Warren passes over the cash to Jubilee, her eyes widen for a moment, then looks back at him. That's a /lot/ of money to her. "Who teaches Economics? Maybe Mister Drake? He's taught math before if ah' remember. Finances. Ah'm hoping ta' pick his brain actually on how ta' create a solid stock portfolio so ah' can start saving up for Ma."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"If I can make it, sure. I'll be happy to be one of the judges." Warren says with a smile. "Having Emma and I on the same panel could be a real...interesting time. Let's see if you can get her to go for it."

If Warren notices the look in Paige's eyes at the sight of the money he doesn't mention it, but as Paige starts talking stocks and portfolio's, Warren acks visibly at the mention of her going to Bobby for instruction. "Drake? You would trust Bobby to build you a portfolio? Oh hell no, you come see me. I'll take you under my wing...so to speak...and we will get you a damned good portfolio in no time. I can't make guarantees on returns, but I can at least guarantee the odds of success will be better than if you did it with Bobby!"

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee raises her eyebrows, returning her empty hand from her pocket. "Okay, then, I'll pencil you in as an act, then!" she exclaims. Jubilee bites her bottom lip and nearly squeals with excitement.

    As another kid walks by the table, she suddenly darts her hand out and shoves a flyer into his hand. As she does for the next five students who go by. People begin to avoid this aisle.

    "Oooh, put me down for some of those investments that give me maximum return with minimal, perhaps zero, effort. Please and thank you!" She grins and turns around to swipe a fry from an unsuspecting plate. It's not hers, but...hey... a girl has to eat.

Paige Guthrie has posed:
"But ah' thought Mister Drake was good at that kinda stuff." Paige looks at Warren curiously, then rubs the back of her neck. "But if you wanna teach me, ah'd be all ears ah' course. Ah' know that you're one of th' most successful mutants ah' know so ah'd trust you. Ah just wanna be able ta' help take care of Ma and the littles so that she won't have ta' keep working all those jobs. Jay and Jeb are doing th' best they can 'round the house but it's really not enough."

As Jubilee fishes for more and more kids for the talent show, she gives a smile up at the winged mutant. "Ah'm hoping t'start on a Roth 401K plan and then get a diversified portfolio of bonds and a mix of International and domestic stocks. Something that isn't 'too' aggressive. Unless yah' think ah' should 'be' aggressive."

Her shoulders lift upwards as she rubs the bridge of her eyebrow with one hand. "Ah've been looking into it for th' last year so. Just don't got any money to start out with, but ah'm thinking of getting a part time job maybe with Sammy at Harry's."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Because, Ruth is who she is, she was already in the lunch room, eating. Listening. Watching. You know, television. The conversation between Warren, Paige and Jubilee already had her interest, but she didn't say much.

She was clearly focused on her ranch scoopers (chicken tenders) to be of any conversational use.

Assuming that the entire placement of the student body were close to the soda machine, Ruth idly pads by, muttering loudly enough for the three of them to hear.

"The odds of success double when you join a mathmetician who likes statistics into marketing strategies and business patterns.. yes." That was the longest sentence that girl would ever, probably in her life get out.

She fills up her soda, then rounds the three again, head down, ruana tugged tight with one hand and soda held out with the other.

"Jubilee will purchase a mall. Paige will purchases three new homes. Warren will attempt to purchase stocks from an evil corporation which will start off a tiny battle of the fate of his corporate business which will soon turn personal and most of everyone will become collateral damage and die, leaving Warren to be homicidal. Yes." She pauses, even stopping in place, then shrugs.

"Maybe." And it's back to her wittle corner to eat her ranch scoopers.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"He's great with numbers, sure, but there is so much more to building a proper portfolio than just being able to balance the books, Ms. Guthrie. You need to research the stocks, look for the deals, know when to pounce on something and then know when to sell it. At your age I would suggest something perhaps a little more aggressive. You have time to let your retirement savings flux a little as it sits in the 401k. Start as aggressive as you feel comfortable with, then tone it down as you get older. As for a job, I can see if we have any openings at WI? Sounds like you have a good head on your shoulders. We would likely have to start you off small with something in the mail room, but I can see about getting you an internship in accounting if that is where your see yourself ending up..."

Warren looks around the cafeteria at all the kids looking at him blankly as he talks business, and he shakes his head with a chuckle, "Tell you what," he continues as he reaches his hand back into his pocket to pull out a small silver case. He opens the case and pulls out a small card, passing it over towards Paige, "Call me. I'll set something up with HR, and you can I can look over your perspective portfo..."

"Ruth's predications stop him short of saying anything more as he stares at the blindfolded girl as she walks back to her chair.

"Fuck."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee stares at Paige, her smile turning mischievous. Seated across is a potential drink-serving law-breaking insider at the local watering hole. Yes. Very yes. "...You should absolutely get a job at Harry's!" she declares, nodding her head enthusiastically. The parts about the Roth IRA don't earn as much of her attention -- a royal bore, those are.

    Jubilee's enthusiasm begins to wane a little more at each word she hears come from Warren's mouth. Balance the books. Research the stocks. Retirement savings. 401k. By the end of it, Jubilee's cheek is nearly against the table. But then...

    As Ruth makes herself known, Jubilee springs up from her seat and thrusts a pink flyer at her hands. Nevermind that she already got one. "Ruth!" she announces. "How are you!?" The words are pregnant with hidden meaning. Her concern transcends hearing about the shopping mall she'll one day, maybe, purchase.

Paige Guthrie has posed:
"Wow, /really/? Ah'd love ah' job. Ah'll send you over mah resume. Ah' just got accepted inta th' X-Men training program from Mister Summers as well, so ah' part time job is perfect. Ah'll be graduating this June, then ah' can do whatever you need me ta' do while I'm working on th' team stuff." Paige says as she reaches out to take the card from him with a bright smile on her face.

"Mister Summers made it pretty clear that if ah'm not going t' Harvard or MIT that ah' gotta make th' team a focus though, but ah'm sure ah' can manage it. In fact, ah' bet that -- wait, three houses?"

There's a sputter from the Hayseed's mouth as her eyes widen at Ruth as she passes by, then glances to Warren and Jubilee for a moment. ".. Congrats on th' mall?"

Ruth Aldine has posed:
A long sip is taken from her soda, one which causes her face to burn red, drawing away as if she were pinched and fanning her face to ease the burn. Sodas are always spicy! But she answesr Jubilee with a half smile that could be easily missed, her shoulders shrugging quickly.

"Sleepy, yes. Drowsy." She nods her head, frowning a little. "Pardon, a little pukey." Ruth was at least honest in that regard, if she isn't fine, most would know it.

Warren's swearing wasn't that much of a shock; though most of the children around who did possess the gift of good ears happened to sniggle and laugh. Maybe someone actually caught it on their cell phones and it would soon turn into a meme that's posted onto the school boards. It's anyones guess!

"No, big mall." Ruth acknowledges, now, rocking back and forth a little whilst taking a nice strip of fried chicken to submerge in her bowl of ranch. It was rolled, coated, rolled some more and coated some more, dipped.. dragged..

"One hundred, fifty two stores including yes kiosks. Thank you."

Warren Worthington has posed:
The blurting out of the swear word in a room full of impressionable kids causes the winged mutant to redden in the face and clear his throat, "Excuse me," he murmurs as his eyes stay trained on Ruth for a moment before finally addressing her, "I really hope your wrong or it was a joke. Because...not cool."

Warren shakes his head and turns to head out, "Anyway, call me Ms. Guthrie. We will get you sorted out. I can have a chat with Scott if he gives you any issues about working. Just because it is his life, doesn't mean the rest of us don't live ours. Good luck on the talent show recruiting, Jubilee."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Twenty-four hour clearance sales as far as the eye can see!" Jubilee calls back to Paige, grinning as she rolls her head back to say it. She was a mall rat, born and raised, and briefly residing.

    Back to Ruth. "...Ruth," she says, somewhat sternly. "I am frowning with my hands on my hips." She places her hands on her hips. A suggestion that she's not buying it.

    "Don't forget to pay your respects to the swear jar in the rec room!" Jubilee shouts in Warren's direction. "For the orphans."

Paige Guthrie has posed:
Giving a nod of her head, Paige gives a smile to Warren. "Being an X-Man is all ah' ever wanted ta' be. Team comes first, obviously. But ah' look forward ta' talking to you later. Means a lot." She lifts a hand and gives a wave to the winged mutant before glancing back to Jubilee and Ruth.

"Why would you wanna do a clearance mall? Ya'know how much money ah Apple Store or a Nordstrom's pulls in? Then ya' throw in a Chik Fil A inta' th' food court and ah' bet ya' be sitting on million dollar weeks easy in rental revenue."

Someone get this girl a life outside of the library and constant research.

"Ruth, you just teasin' us? Ah ain't gonna have no three houses. What would ah' even do with th' other two?"

Ruth Aldine has posed:
The kids were all-right. Some broke off into little whispers as they point towards Warren, giggling here and there, someone even brought up getting money out of the poor man by way of blackmail, not realizing that he was an adult too who made mistakes.

"I am not wrong." Ruth states finally, pushing her food more towards Paige and Jubilee if they wanted an extra snack. Chicken tenders for all, brought on the dime of Quentin Quire..

"Make good choices." She said to the back of the retreating Warren, before taking the final sips of her cola. It wasn't as spicy, thank goodness, and it allowed her to keep up with the disapproving stance of Jubilee.

"Yes. Am fine." She says, nodding. "No drugs." Hands lift to wiggle fingers, which soon fall towards Paige. Wiggle theeem!

"Pardon. Family huge." She says to the young lady. "Where else can they go?" Ruth nods then, her lips pursing. "Family spread 'round and 'round yes. Keep them in one place. Thank you. Everyone loves each other, yes, your family is a dream." She smiles a little, then plants her elbow upon the table to seem wistful while knuckling her chin. "Everyone laughs and hugs and understands."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren glances back at Jubilee as she shouts about the swear jar, then a glance is cast once again in Ruth's direction as he heads out with a shake of his head, "Damn precogs..." is heard faintly as Warren's voice travels down the hall.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee frowns a little. Owning a mall is one of those fantasies that might stoke a child's fire but the reality of it is probably pretty boring. Tedious. Cold. "...Maybe you should be the one with the mall!" she adds. "And, /no/ Chik Fil A....They're all like..." Jubilee's voice goes nasal as she mocks them. "...'my pleasure'...."

    Jubes rolls her head back towards Ruth and stares. Stares. STAARRRES. "...You know what I'm talking about, Ruth," she insists, frowning a little.