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Sushi and Seymour
Date of Scene: 20 April 2021
Location: Downtown, New York City
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Henry McCoy, Ororo Munroe




Henry McCoy has posed:
After some thorough searching, Henry was able to find one of his all-time favorite shows playing off-broadway. Little Shop of Horrors! As promised, he'd let Ororo know - giving her a date and time for the dinner then the show. He even kept his word - promising her to dress up for the evening out on the town. A custom tailored charcoal grey suit, white shirt, black tie and polished dress shoes had Henry cutting quite the image.

Transportation was acquired - the pair being dropped off in front of the restaraunt. He looked up at the sign for the sushi house, grinning happily. It was one of his favorite locations to eat in NYC! His eyes then go to his date for the evening, a bright grin on his face. "Ready for good food and a wonderful production?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo had used the inter-web to do a little reading about the musical, but did not listen to any of the songs or watch the movie. She was excited for the chance to see the real thing as it was intended.

Her choice of dress for the evening was a midcalf length purple silk gown with long sleeves of a sheer material. Adorning her neck is a silver choker with a small amethyst that matches her earrings. Her long white hair is pulled up and held in place by a silver banana clip. The final piece to her ensemble is purple pumps, though the heel is not that high.

Looking now at the restaurant of choice, and fully ignoring the looks of a few people waiting outside, she nods to Hank with a huge smile, "Oh this look perfect Hank! What an excellent choice."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"I've been here several times - they do traditional hand-rolled sushi here." Henry nods, smiling to her. A breath as he watches her for a moment. "You look stunning, Ororo. Thank you for joining me tonight - I am hoping you enjoy this." A sheepish grin and a scuff of his foot. His arm is offered over to her. "Shall we? I've a rumble in my stomach for good food, with fantastic company." Should she take him up on the offer, he steps inside with her.

Once inside, it's clear this is an authentic family owned sushi house. All the decor, the cozy atmosphere, the staff - nothing Americanized. They are led to a table, water already waiting for them. "I called ahead." A smile.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo hooks her hand with his arm, resting the hand on the inside of his elbow. She has no issues at all with this, in fact she wants everyone to see she is with him, here, in public, two people have a night out.

Once inside, she slips her pumps off. Authentic is authentic, and she understand custom and culture well enough not to insult the owners. Kneeling down at the table, she settles herself in comfortably. "This is a very lovely place Hank," she compliments as she looks around. "I love the atmosphere, very comfortable and friendly, and I feel like I just walked to Japan for the evening."

Henry McCoy has posed:
His shoes came off as well, with Henry waiting for her to be seated before taking a seat himself. He gives a bow of his head to the hostess, looking then to Ororo. "I love it - it helps me keep in practice with my Japanese." A grin. "Would you like the Japanese menu, or English?" He asks of her, hands resting in his lap for the time being.

"Are we having Sake along with the tea?" So many choices - and by the look on his face, she could order Kool-Aid and he'd be just as happy. The fact of the matter was that she was out with him.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
A soft giggle escapes Ororo as Hank goes on with the choices, but her smile is so bright and warm, a clear sign she is already enjoying herself.

"Neither. I would like for you to select your favorite sushi rolls and I will try them. Sake and tea is appropriate, some sushi is better with sake, some is better with tea, though I will confess to not being a heavy drinker so will only have small sips to accent the meal."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's an 'oh' from Henry, the man rubbing his hands together. "Indeed - drinking often brings out trouble. Along with the metabolism changes - I tend to drink for flavor, as opposed to getting liquored up." He offers over to her, with a wink. "And I don't think I'd want to ruin your experience with too much alcohol, either." He nods and bows his head to the waitstaff.

"Tekka Maki, Unagi, Negitoro Maki, Futomaki, and tuna Temaki, please." That should be more than enough to share! As the waitstaff moves off to bring the order to the chef, Henry grins over to his date for the evening. "I've been more fixated on the fish rolls since my recent change. Feline tastes and all."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Canting her head, Ororo's blues eyes look Hank over slowly, again the glow is gone so she sees him and not the energies. "Luckily, fish is wonderful so whether it is feline tastes or just good taste, you have selected well."

Picking up the glass of water she takes a sip before setting it back on the table. "Have you rolled in catnip?" What an insanely odd, out of no where question, and the grin on Ororo's face clearly reads that she has been waiting to ask it.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a cough and a definite blush from Henry at the question. "I was seeing someone some time ago... she knew me before the recent change. She actually bought me silvervine. It was an intense response." He admits with a chuckle. "She bought it as a joke to calm me - she is a good person. She bought a brush as well, well suited for my fur." A snicker.

"I have... quite a few more feline tendancies, it would seem. And reactions to many things in a similar fashion. Thankfully, I can resist chasing the laser dots though." Henry teases.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo is very lovely when she pouts, bottom lip sticking out slightly, even if she is only pretending to, "Darn, I was hoping to install a large laser dot on the roof and try to get you to chase it some morning." This is all said as if she is perfectly serious, but towards the end the pout starts to disappear because a smile sneaks up and steals her face again. At the very end she chuckles softly, and pats his arm. "I would never do such a thing, I would only think it."

"That was in fact another question I wanted to ask," she admits to move on to the next subject. "If being brushed was enjoyable and helpful to you, but I was uncertain how to broach the subject without appearing... nosy. For some I understand that such questions remind them of the differences, but it is never my intent to do so. I you enjoy being brushed and it is helpful to you, I would gladly do so."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Oh... I do enjoy it. I've always enjoyed having my hair cared for, even when I was less hirsute." Henry nods. "If... you would like, I would be very appreciative Ororo. It's always better when you have help." He sips from his water, with a nod. "It's like being pampered."

He watches her for a moment, giving another nod and a smile. "You can ask me anything, Ororo. And I would never assume you were mocking or tormenting me, honest." The man comments. "I trust you, implicitly."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo hmms softly, a bit of a sparkle to her eyes. "I would enjoy brushing you Hank, it would be very relaxing and as a bonus, would be helpful to you." Another sip of her water, and she moves her hand to make sure she is not in the way when the tea is brought.

Ororo... loves... tea.

Taking a moment to pour tea from the pot into a cup for Hank, she then pours herself some. "I am happy that you understand that. I would sooner chew my own arm off then mock or torment someone, and I most certainly would never do so to a friend. You have been nothing but kind and trusting, which is why you may also ask me anything you wish."

Henry McCoy has posed:
As she pours the tea, Henry offers her a nod of thanks. "It would relax you?" He wonders, amused at the thought. "I know it would relax me - I might even purr." A chuckle from the Beast. His hands go around the cup, once she's poured it. He waits for her to lift hers, to sip from his.

The man inhales deeply, enjoying the aroma of the herbal drink. "Please don't chew your arm off - you would look off balance. Still beautiful, but off balance." He smiles. "Questions are open for both of us then, I suppose." A pause. "I am curious - you say you see me in two ways. Which do you prefer?" A grin.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Once her tea is poured, Ororo lifts the cup to take in the aroma, even half closing her eyes for a moment. Blowing slightly on it, because to do much more is an insult to the culture, she takes a small sip.

For a moment she looks over the cup at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I prefer to see you as everyone else in the world sees you," she answers plainly. "Not the energies that flow to make you, but the actual man that you are. And before you ask, yes I can tell the difference between people even when they are just flowing energy. No two are the same, save for perhaps identical twins, but even they are very similar with some slight variations. Thank you for the compliment, and for allowing me to keep my arm."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The man watches her enjoy the sip, nodding in approval. It's always a pleasure to see someone truly enjoy something. "I would imagine you could distinguish people easier as the energies, I suppose. It would make it nigh impossible to fool you with a clever disguise." He beams. "Though, it does give me some interesting ideas based on bio-electic currents." He taps his chin.

"I think I'd be hard pressed to take your arm, Ororo. Unless of course, it was to bring you to the dance floor." He winks. The sushi rolls are starting to arrive, plenty to share between them. "It looks so lovely."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
As the food arrives a soft, excited, "Oooo..." is whispered by Ororo, her eyes looking the rolls over eagerly. So many choices and they all look perfect, tasty and wonderful. "Such wonderful choices Hank!"

Now she looks back to him, "Dance floor. I have only been dancing a few times in my life, and it was never much of a success. Slow dances are easy enough, but even with the natural rhythm flowing through my heart, I am not best quick dancer. I have considered lessons in salsa, as it looks like a great deal of fun, but it requires a partner."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The chopsticks are held after a few tries - new fingers and hand structure, after all. "I enjoy dancing - music and motion." The man smiles over to her. "If you wish to learn Salsa, I'd be glad to take lessons with you?" Henry suggests, transfering a few rolls to his plate. A bit of soy sauce is poured into the dipping dishes for both of them.

There's a bit more of a blush. "I'd be happy to slow dance with you as well, Ororo." He says, smiling. Then he takes a quick bite of the tuna roll, to hide further embarassment.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Picking up the chopsticks, Ororo gets them into the proper position without much trouble, but then it wasn't to show of, it was merely to get them ready to move a couple of the rolls onto her plate. If she notices him having troubles, she doesn't point it out, she would only make comment or offer assistance if he asked, to do other wise is rude and drawing unwanted attention.

Only when she has selected her starting rolls does she look back up to him. "Are you actually interested in salsa dancing, or merely willing to learn to assist me? Either is acceptable of course, I am merely curious which is it. I know a few African tribal dances, though any heavy drum beat makes then achievable, there is something about the sensuality and showmanship of salsa that interests me."

Not knowing one roll from the other, she merely selects one and the first bite it taken plain, no soy sauce, because to know a thing is to know it in all of its possible ways.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The first bite is savored, the smile on his face genuine. Once done, he grins. "I would answer both to that question. I love the music, and the dance. And helping you is always a pleasure. Add to it that I might actually get to dance with you? That's a triple win, Ororo." Henry chuckles. "There is something primal about the drum - it moves me more often than not. Salsa music has its own spice, its own flavor that I enjoy."

He watches as she enjoys the first roll, trying to judge if it is to her liking. "Did I make a good choice?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo nods, setting the roll down that she took a bite of back on the plate. "This is fantastic Hank, the best sushi I have had outside of Japan. Thank you. I will remember this place." She takes a sip of the sake, to see the mixture of flavors. "I love music, and I am hoping to love dance, so salsa lessons are happening."

Having tasted that roll without soy sauce, the second bite is taken with just a light dip into the sauce. "What are other things you love to do but usually do not get to do."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A slight shuffle of his frame, the man blushing furiously. "Oh, various things here and there." He admits, eyes going to hers. "I do like running with friends - the fresh air and wind against my face as I jog on." The Beast smiles. "Usually I am running alone, as people are busy." Henry explains, taking up another roll in his chopsticks.

"I am looking forward to Salsa - I hadn't thought of taking dance lessons, let alone with a partner." A nod. "I shall endeavor to not look like too much of a goof."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo cants her head slightly, watching his cheek flush and trying to understand why. "I have not actually been running, or jogging, but I could give it a try, it might be good for me, and if I hate it, I can always fly with you." She cannot figure out what is embarrassing about that, so she lets it go.

Now she smirks slightly, "Look like a goof, no such thing. You will look like you learning something new, and that will involve me tripping over my own feet and possibly yours." Canting her head slightly, she then smiles. "We will be goofs together, so there is nothing to worry about."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A nod. "I could not see you as someone without grace, Ororo." Henry comments, with a smile. "But yes, to learning together. And if you wish to fly as I run, I will do my best to keep up." A chuckle. "I can't rightly race the wind with much success, but I'll do my best." A nod.

"And I tend to look like a goof when enjoying myself, because there is no reason to keep up a facade." He winks to her. "I just hope I can pick up the moves with you."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
She ohs softly and nods, "Well then Hank, look like a goof and enjoy yourself, I do not mind at all. It is important to enjoy yourself, that we enjoy ourselves. If we manage to learn to actually do salsa, then even better."

Ororo takes a moment to enjoy another bite, the one with sauce on it, then this time a sip of tea to check the flavors together. "You set the pace and I will keep up with you, and truth be told, you could fly with me."

Henry McCoy has posed:
His eyes go wide at the thought. "Truly? I am used to piloting the Blackbird, but I've never thought I could truly fly." Henry murmurs. "I would very much like that. I suppose I could offer a swing through the trees with me, but I don't know if that would compare." He offers over, sheepish.

Another bite and a sip of his own tea. "I expect we'll learn - we're both invested in it." Hank nods to her. "What else interests you, Ororo?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo smiles brightly, "I can in fact offer flight to others through use of the wind. I will show you later if you would like." She takes another sip of the tea, because she prefers it over the sake. "I will admit, I do find the idea of swinging through the trees rather enjoyable, but I would have to cling to you like velcro."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Not an entirely unpleasant thought, I will say." Henry offers over, grinning. "Are you sure? I am not... light. All this muscle packed on has made me quite dense in mass." The man muses, patting his stomach in jest. "I would very much like to try, at the very least. Every time I see my friends take to the air, I will not lie - I get a bit jealous."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo Munroe glances around the restaurant for a moment, then looks back to Hank. For one brief moment her eyes take on the faint glow as she lifts one of the sushi rolls from the plate and floats it over to his plate. He can feel the wind around it only slightly, finite control used with natural wind. "Smaller is actually more difficult," she explains, then her eyes go back to normal. "Weight merely requires more wind, which there is always more of out there. So yes, I am sure. You merely have to stay close to me, but if I am going to velcro to you for a swing through the trees, then a close flight should not be a problem."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry gives an amused grin as the roll makes its way to his plate. "I trust you." He nods, plucking up the roll with his chopsticks. "And I am ... fine with close, so long as you are." He admits, a bit bashfully. "But in any case, it sounds like we have more evenings planned out then? Salsa, flying, swinging and enjoying each other's company?" He certainly sounds hopeful."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo nods, "Indeed, it sounds like several evenings, all of which I am looking forward to. I enjoy spending time with you, and being close is something else I may have been looking forward to." She picks up another roll, a different one, to taste plain as she did with the first, to give him a moment to react to that, which she is certain he will do.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It takes a moment, the realization dawning on his face. "Are... you sure, Ororo?" He asks, quietly. His food is forgotten for the moment, Henry watching her face. "I... like that thought of being closer, but I never want to assume. And I certainly am not one to impose." He assures, hand fidgeting with the napkin, as the other keeps the chopsticks aloft.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Lifting one brow slightly, Ororo almost chuckles over his words. He doesn't want to impose, as if asking to date someone and be close to them is imposing. Picking herself up carefully, she walks around the table and sits down beside him, then moves her plate.

"Hank, I am more than certain, more than sure. I have no idea where it might lead, or what might happen, but I do know I would like to find out." She lays her hand on his arm lightly. "Assume with me, Hank. Ask, never be afraid to be yourself."

Henry McCoy has posed:
As she moves, he makes sure there is room for her beside him at the table, gentlemanly as can be. He watches her every step and smirks as she brings her meal over to share next to him. "I have no idea either, Ororo - but I would like to try and see as well." He admits, after a moment or two of speechlessness. "And I do not ever wish to hurt what we have as friendship, so... I apologize if I seem overly-cautious."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Patting his arm lightly, Ororo picks up the chopsticks to try another one of the rolls with sauce. "Caution is not a horrible thing, just realize that I have no intentions of hurting you if I can avoid it, our friendship is too important." She looks over to him, offering a smile. "The friendship will always remain, understand that. No matter what else may happen, or could happen, we will always be friends."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A nod then, and a raise of his cup to hers. "Then here's to the start of finding out together." He grins, still color in his cheeks - even visible through the fur! "It was not ... what I expected from this evening, but what I dreamed." He admits, with a chuckle. "And we've not even gotten to the show yet!"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo lifts her cup of sake and taps it lightly against his. "To the start of finding out." Then she takes a sip and offers him a bright smile. "Think of it this way, you started the evening with dinner and expectations, and it will be ending with dinner, a show and me on your arm."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A chuckle as he sips his drink. "It is a wonderful evening, then." Henry responds, taking another roll and tasting. "I hope you like the musical I picked out. It's a bit campy, and a lot of fun." He explains. "Set back in the ... fifties, I believe." He dabs at his lips with the napkin.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
She works on another roll, wanting to make sure she tastes one of each. "I looked on the computer about it, so know the story, but I did not listen to any music from it. I must admit, I am excited to see this. An alien plant named Audrey 2, set in the 50s, with dancing and singing? How can that not be a good time?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
A nod from Henry. "It is fantastic. I saw the movie before I ever saw the musical." A chuckle. "They had changed the ending from the original - for the movie that is. There are some brilliant performances in that movie." Another roll for the Beast. "Named after the protagonist's unspoken love interest." He grins. "It really is quite fun."

"Whenever you are ready, Ororo. We can get settled in our seats and get comfortable."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo Munroe manages to try every type of roll Hank had ordered, with and without sauce, and with sake and tea. The only real way to know all the flavors. She was full. Laying the chopsticks beside the plate, not on it as that is also an insult to the culture, she nods to Hank.

"I could not eat another bite, however after the show, I would like to take you to a little ice cream shop for desert. We can fly there."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The meal is finished up, with Hank following suit with his own chopsticks. "It was an excellent meal, with wonderful company." The man agrees, wiping at his mouth and whiskers with the napkin. "Ice cream will be a treat, I'll gladly accept. And flying there... will be even more so of one." The check is covered and Henry stands to his feet, a hand offered to her.

"Shall we?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Taking the hand to get herself up, Ororo then hooks her arm through one of Hank's, and steps in right against him. "Get our shoes at the door, then outside. I swear when we leave the theater, there will be jealous people everywhere as we fly away."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A chuckle. "I imagine so, for any number of reasons." He walks with her to the door, picking up their shoes and offering a bow to their hosts. Their ride is waiting for them at the curb. Henry opens the door for her, sliding in after she climbs in. "Shouldn't be too far of a ride. It's pretty close." There's a smile to her.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo slips her shoes back on before heading out to the car, then does in fact slide in first, making sure to smooth the dress so it doesn't wrinkle. "I am not fond of cars, but I understand their need and I have no intentions of walking in these heels." She offers him a smile as she fastens her seatbelt.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry nods, grinning. "I imagine they take some effort to walk in. I had a bit of practice time prior to the talent show to prepare for those platform heels." He winks, smirking at the memory. "I think I shocked the entire audience, that evening. They were not expecting Dr. Frank N. Furter." Henry waggles his eyebrows. He's buckled in after she is, and they are on their way.

True to his word, it's not far at all - perhaps a mile. Still riding is better than walking, in shoes that are less than comfortable for both of them.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo Munroe watches the city as they travel that miles, because in New York one mile is filled with multiple chaotic things to look at, especially at night. The city that never sleeps also has people who rarely sleep.

Looking back over at Hank she pretend pouts, "I am sorry I missed that, I would have enjoyed seeing you so relaxed and enjoying yourself, even in platform heels, which by the way are more comfortable that pumps or stilettos."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"I don't know if it was much in the way of relaxed, though. I did have fun, but the character required a lot of moxy and self-confidence. It was worth it, in the end, to hear the applause and cheers." The blue man admits. "I am sure it was recorded, if you ever get really interested in seeing it." Henry chuckles.

As the car comes to a stop, they are dropped off at the curb - again Henry moving to open her door and offer an arm to her. "I got us seats in the fourth row - right in the middle." He grins. "It should be an exceptional view. And the accoustics of this hall are phenomenal."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Just as seen on television, Ororo accepts Hank's arm then climbs out of the car. A smooth move of elegance that comes naturally to her without even trying. "I am really looking forward to this, for numerous reasons. I have never been to the theater, I get to be seen in public with a handsome man, and I love music." She offers him a bright smile as she looks up to read the marque, even though she knows what they are seeing.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He cannot help but admire her beauty and grace as she gets out of the car, the man shaking his head. "I am happy to be your company on this momentous occasion, then. I hope it is as much a treat for you, as it is for me." He bows his head to her. Henry opens the door, providing the tickets to the ushers.

They are shown to their seats, Henry giving her the choice of which spot to take. Once she settled in, he takes his seat as well. His Playbill is kept available, ready to answer any questions about the cast or the story. "I'm excited." He seems like a child before Christmas morning.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo walks with Hank, again her arm looped with his, and continues to just ignore any odd looks (as there are likely to be some, he is blue and furry). If someone were to say something, even under their breath, it would be another matter entirely, but they just stare.

Moving to her seat she settles into it, smoothing the dress and looking up at the curtain. The excitement is evident on her face, this is a completely new experience and she wants to take it all in. "I am extremely excited. Does it just start? The curtain there opens and they start? Does someone announce it?" She looks around at the other people present, esepcially the person on the other side of Hank. She dares that person to say something, anything, with her eyes observing them. She doesn't want any problems, but she is quite ready to put someone in their place if needed.

Henry McCoy has posed:
No problems - the theater is happy for those who attend, thankfully. Any glances are more of wonder, than any predjudice. No comments to speak of, a few nods to the former Avenger. Hank seems unfazed, nodding politely to those who initiate the greeting with him. He leans a bit towards Ororo, to avoid crowding the person on the other side. "The lights will dim and the orchestra will start the overture." He explains. "Then the curtain will come up and the show will begin."

A glance over to her, taking in her posture. "I think we'll be all right here, Ororo. No one seems to mind my being here." He whispers over, with a smile.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
She seems to relax a little, perhaps unused to a place in the open where there isn't at least one person who wants to make some sort of off hand comment.

"Sorry," Ororo leans to whisper to him. "Some habits are difficult to part with."

She looks back to curtain for a moment, then her eyes return to Hank. "At least there is a way to know that it is time to pay attention and stop ogling everything."

Henry McCoy has posed:
His hand pats hers. "It is appreciated, Ororo. It is." He says, softly. "But I tend to gravitate to places where I am known, and not reviled." A wink to the Goddess. "And I understand those habits, I keep my eyes and ears open as well - in the hopes to change minds." A slight shrug.

The man's eyes go to the theater, the man grinning. "Ogle all you like! It is a lovely building, and the architecture is designed to be admired." He motions to the decor.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
A playful smile plays across Ororo's lips as she leans a little more against him and whispers, "Maybe the theater is not what I was ogling." Then her eyes sparkle and she looks back to the curtain. "And perhaps some of the theater, though really it is lovely enough to warrent a second look. Do they perform many musicals here?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a slow blink, then a slight shuffle of his feet. "You flatter me, Ororo." Henry chuckles. "Yes, they have a different musical about every two months." The man explains. "They have a schedule, I can show you." There's a smile as he flips through the playbill, turning to the scheduled performances. "We could plan another night out, if this one was enjoyable. To the theater, that is."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo looks over the playbill, not having bothered to accept one as she has no idea what it was. "Oh I would love that, we will know a head of time what they are performing and good or bad, we can come."

She looks back up at him, "Flattery is an attempt to take a feature and make it more believable as something said, you are handsome, so it is fact, not flattery."

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Touche, Ororo." He laughs. "Then I will return the compliment, and must say how stunning you look tonight. You carry yourself with such poise." A nod from the big man. A tap to the playbill, and a chuckle. "I collect these. Mementos of the shows I've seen."

The music begins queuing up, the orchestra coming to life as the lights flicker as a warning to those outside. "It's starting." He beams.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
She was about to say something in response but the music immediately draws Ororo's eyes to the stage. She doesn't want to miss a single thing, not even the boring momente curtain opens before you can actually see anything. She lays her hand on Hank's and gives it an excited squeeze. "Yay..." for a moment she actually sounded like a child, so much for poise.