5849/Stargazers

Stargazers
Date of Scene:	04 April 2021
Location:	Back Yard
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Talia Wagner, Negasonic

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Talia Wagner has posed:
Night time at Xaviers.

It is pretty much the domain of various sorts sleeping. Late night movies. Older students literally sneaking in and out of the school. Occasionally time travelers.

Damn this place is far from normal.

The back deck though has chairs set out for sunning by the pool, picnic tables, and a fire pit with seating..

Right now a certain velvety blue furred elf is curled up in a chair by the firepit, a low fire providing heat. She is staring up at the night sky lost in her own deep thoughts.

Talia has been marrooned here for longer than she has ever had a layover though. None of the team present. Privately she worries deeply that her home timeline is absolutely fucked by this development.

No Tallus.

Still is is warm by the fire and the sky here is peaceful.

Survivors guilt is a thing ya'll.

Negasonic has posed:
Prone to escaping the chains of her captures, Ellie drops down from her window into the bushes with a rustle and a groan. Clearly she hadn't intended to get a branch up her ass or leaves in her mouth, but here we are... Brushing herself off, she meanders towards the deck with a frown deep enough to park a school bus in, "Fucking... I'm definitely going to get a ladder..." She turns slightly to look up at her open window, rolls her eyes, and makes her way towards the firepit.

She probably could have just walked outside.

That would have been easier.

But she's not an older student by a large margin and she's already gotten busted for running away, twice, this week. So it's best to just stick to her guns. Once she finds an empty seat, one not occupied by a velvety blue creature, she drops into it and leans back with her phone hovering up to illuminate her face with the glow from the screen. Side eyeing Talia without interrupting her day dreams at night.

Talia Wagner has posed:
There is this almost sardonic tilt of Talia's head there as she tracks the drop, crash, groan, and stagger.

If nothing else spending several years unstuck from time fighting life or death every damn day it felt like .... it honed ones situational awareness.

She watches the teen settle into the chair and start in at the phone.

"So." long pause there letting tension build. "One. I could teach you how to do second story work if you're interested."

Another pause.

"Two. Why didn't you just use the back door Ellie?"

Honestly Talia hasn't had a chance to interact with Ellie of this timeline, and yet, she calls her Ellie. The Blue Elf looks a bit like Kurt would if he was hot and a girl though.

Man this place is fucked.

Negasonic has posed:
Ellie looks at Talia over her phone, then lifts it up to block out her face. A face that, for the second or so that it was visible, was definitely full of smarm. She probably rolled her eyes too. "One, I'm fine with my current proficiency at second story work." She's not, her ankle hurts, and these boots were not made for jumping out of windows.

"Two... because it's four in the morning and I didn't want to wake up Gabby-" Which she probably did anyways. "- she'll try to get me to do macramore... or go jogging or something." Seriously, nobody should be that happy about everything all the time.

She doesn't bother asking how Talia knows her name... or feels obliged to use it. Nobody respects boundries at this fucking school. "Why are you out here?"

Talia Wagner has posed:
Talia notes with a subtle sort of cynical amusement. "You are even remotely competent at second story work. Don't be sad though at your proficiency, or lack thereof, almost no one but Betsy... Remy.. Laura... mmmm Kate." not Kitty, always Kate in her mind. "Kurt." pause. "Are that good. Still I could run you through some work on it if you wanted."

She isn't really poking, too much. Okay maybe a little but it isn't the way the teachers poke around here.

"Hell.. four in the morning." she fishes out her own phone, it is a very basic model then tucks it back into a pocket.

"I suppose feeling sorry for myself." she admits without any self conciousness.

"Why are you?"

Negasonic has posed:
"When am I going to need to know how to burgler? Actually, at this fucking shcool... don't even answer that." Ellie says, again rolling her eyes and adding further, "Training a bunch of ninja warriors, assassins, or fucking super villains." under her breath.

She does not rise to the poking.

Except to lower her phone with a look of temporary disgruntle that cools into her usual neutral. "Because Gabby gets up at 5 and if I'm not there, she can't ask me to go running." Which is the same as preparing to be lazy. "And it's quieter. I'm pretty sure Noriko and Jubilee are fucking. I can't prove it though."

"Yet."

As for Talia, Ellie lays her phone down and crosses her arms. Hands tucked into her pits, cold despite the fire, "Is it because you look like a Pound Puppy?"

Talia Wagner has posed:
"Xaviers only trains like... ten percent to become supervillains."

"Pause.

"Also I mean... to be fair. I am ninety nine percent certain Jubilee and Nori are definitely both dating and abso-fucking-lutely fucking." she tilts her head back up and looks at the sky. "But I don't work here I just live here for now so I don't have to worry about the implications of all ..." a four fingered hand waves at the school. "That."

"A what now." okay she looks back down to Ellie.

Those sharp yellow eyes see Ellie like it is daylight.

"No. More like I am one of what... thirty or so time displaced waifs in this damn school because this place leaks time and dimensional fuckups like cheese cloth and I miss my family."

Narrowed eyes.

"I am not nearly as doglike as Hank for fucks sake Ellie. Shit he isn't even in his next mutation yet."

Wait what.

Negasonic has posed:
"Ten percent is some piss poor odds." Ellie points out with a shrug, glancing down at her phone. She grabs it and lifts it up, thumbs working on the screen for a second, and then brings it back down as if it hadn't interrupted her mid-thought.

"Good for them, I guess. I just wish my room wasn't right next door." Sour expression, eyes rolling to stare up at the sky above them with a muted frown on her unpainted lips. It's too late for makeup.

"Is that your measuring stick? You're not as doglike as Hank? Seriously, that's going to be your final answer?" Cutting her eyes to watch talia, barest, almostest hintest of a smirk. Even when she says he's got more mutating to do.

"Talk about being dealt a shit hand." Poor Hank.

Talia Wagner has posed:
"I mean yeah, he is going to be really sour about it to and make some poor life choices." she considers what she is saying. "At least statistically. He may make better ones... maybe."

She sounds pretty unsure about that honestly.

"Also I am the product of my mom and dad back where I am from. Also I am not that easy a target.. I am hot as hell.. and I am like petting velvet."

She grins and relaxes back in her chair now. "I wonder how Gabby manages to sleep." musing to herself staring at the sky above.

"Probably she wears herself out like a puppy and then zonks out for hours at a time.... honestly I'm surprised any of the wolvertots sleep."