7552/Raise a Glass

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Raise a Glass
Date of Scene: 26 August 2021
Location: Cafeteria and Bar
Synopsis: Clarice gets Tabitha drunk. What are friends for?
Cast of Characters: Tabitha Smith, Clarice Ferguson




Tabitha Smith has posed:
When Clarice asks where James is, Tabby looks over at her and her hands curl into fists, the gripping onto reality as hard as you can before the badness below the waterline drags you under kind. "They got him. That's where." Her hands clench and unclench several times before she heads toward the house muttering under her breath about breaking into the wine cellar.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    The smile melts from Clarice's expression, and is quickly replaced with a more solemn expression. "Well, shit," she remarks. "The Brotherhood has an open bar on the Asteroid!" she calls after Tabitha. "Any of you folks are welcome to join me. I'm gonna go find the bottom of a bottle of alcohol. Then you can crash in a guest room, or get Ritz to send you back planetside afterwards." This said, she opens a portal which reveals a bar on the otherside of the purple-hued tear in reality. She holds it open while she waits for others to respond, before stepping through with any takers, letting the portal close after them with a quiet 'bliiink' sound.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith stops mid-step at the mention of an open bar where no one's going to make her pull out her fake id. She's never been to the Asteroid but there's a first time for everything right? She changes course and heads through Clarice's portal without really thinking about what she's doing. Thinking. Not now. "A bottle sounds good."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "A bottle it is," Clarice agrees. "Tom," she greets the bartender casually. He doesn't seem to react as she uses a javelin to teleport a bottle of whiskey into her hand, or as she reaches behind the bar for a pair of glasses, which she immediately tops up. "He's just there to make the mixed drinks," she remarks. "And to make sure we don't break anything, and that security helps us back to our rooms at the end of the night."
    Always good to have a sober adult in the bar.
    "Never gets easier losing friends, does it?" she remarks as she picks up her glass, staring down into it.
    She's going to have to tell Talia and Lorna about this, too. //Shit//.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith grimaces and scrubs both her hands through her hair before taking it down and putting it back up on top of her head. "He's not lost. He's just misplaced. They didn't kill his brother when they were supposed to have. They didn't kill him..." Could be just a lie she's telling herself but it's a lie no one's likely to be talking Tabby out of any time soon. Not even the voices in her head telling her it's a big fat one. She reaches out for one of the glasses Clarice snagged and waits for the other woman to pour some whiskey in it.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I hope you're right," Clarice agrees, clinking her glass against Tabitha's generously filled glass. "Honestly." Though, sometimes - death is kinder. She frowns at her glass with this dark thought in her mind. And didn't they program the ship to crash into the gas giant? Rather than dwell on those thoughts, she knocks back a little of the whiskey before remarking, "So - we wait for Kitty to analyze the info, and we plan another op? I mean, we still have to go after John, right?" Or all of this was for nothing. James wouldn't forgive them for that.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith nods before tossing back the whiskey in her glass fast enough to choke for a second before she hits her chest, "We have to go after them both. We just have to figure out where to go." A string of nasty words run through her brain but all that comes out is "DAMN! I shouldn't have left him even ... " She cuts off and quickly swallows the rest of what's in her glass, "I don't suppose you have something I could break? Or blow up?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Those guys were no joke," Clarice answers seriously. "If you'd gone after him... Well. We might be down two people right now. I was having a hard time holding them back." And she'd been calously tossing them out into space. She tops off Tabitha's glass - and frowns slightly in thought. "I... ugh. Yeah. I can take you to the training room, if you want me to make you some targets. It's got a sorta... holographic simulations capability," she explains.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith moves to get up then changes her mind and stays in her seat as the glass is lifted toward her mouth again. After a more moderate drink this time, she admits, "I know you're right. I probably would have ended up blowing myself up right along with them because someone caught hold of me and I couldn't get out of the blast radius."

Sucks not being immune to your own power.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "And my powers are better at taking people apart, rather than the other thing," Clarice remarks. "So let's not blow you up. I'm sure James wouldn't thank either of us for that." She takes another drink from her own glass before remarking, "You're... close to James?" she asks. "I mean, I don't know him that well. We've talked a few times, but..." She hardly knew him.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith tightens her hand on the glass. Luckily she has nothing like above average strength and said angry grip does the glass no harm at all. "Close is not the word. Not by a long shot." She takes another drink, not finishing the entire glass in two drinks this time. Skinny white girl who probably hasn't eaten for hours is likely to be drunk in short order if she keeps this up though.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...ah," Clarice says quietly. "Well. I'm sorry, then. When Kitty's done with the data... If there's something to be done, I'll help," she offers. "We can't let those fuckers keep cloning our people. It's not right." Whether that retrieve anyone or not - at the very least, this must be stopped. She knocks back the rest of her own drink, pouring herself a second glass.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith nods, "I'm not the thinker in anybody's circle so I usually get looped in after the planning is done. Just tell me what to blow up and put me in front of it." The third drink finishes off her second glass, "But I am going to pop a bomb in SOMEONE for this."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I could portal some people in half over it," Clarice suggests. "I mean - if you like. It gives them just enough remaining consciousness to really experience the pain, and realize what's happeninng, and that there's nothing they can do about it." She takes a sip of her whiskey, and sets it back down, before picking up the bottle again. She gives Tabitha a questioning look, and if she nods, will refill her glass once more.
    Sometimes getting drunk //is// the best option.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith holds out her glass for a refill. The other hand rubs the back of her neck, "Now that sounds like fun. I pull a really big one up in a room. You portal them in and we watch them splash off the walls just before the bomb blows the walls down." Who says Tabby's not creative?

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Sounds like a good combo," Clarice agrees, refilling the glass, before letting the bottle thunk back onto the counter.
    "We can also have me open a portal into where we know they are - or a cloning chamber, or whatever - for you to toss a ball through and..." She mimes an explosion and makes an explosion sound. "Easy peasy, yeah?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith draws the glass back to her but doesn't drink just yet. "I've done that sort of thing with Yana before. Works pretty well as long as I know what I'm targetting so I know how big to make it. John clones are rough. Had to fight one of them in the woods the night they attacked the mansion. Couldn't even see him until I managed to hit him with one by chance."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Was that what we were fighting today?" Clarice asks. Killed by his own brother? Sorta. Man... that's rough. She shakes her head at the thought, and takes another sip from her glass.
    "I was inside during the Mansion fight. Took on a few Shi'ar, some bugs... things like that. Got lots of the kids out, though. And Lorna. Boooooooy was she pissed at me for that..."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith nods, "Jimmy said, they're here and told me to run and not look back. When we took them out in the woods he pulled off the helmets so we got a good look at their faces. Identical. Some crazy stuff that." She drinks again as her eyes fall shut again.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Yeah," Clarice agrees quietly. "I- I don't think I could fight a clone of my sister. I don't that I could hurt her - and I've only just met her," she remarks. "I mean - they must have grown up together, yeah? I can't even imagine." She shakes her head. "Fuckin' Shi'ar, man. They deserve anything we can throw at them."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith smiles ruefully, "Not all the Shi'ar are like that. I mean the Danger Room's Shi'ar technology. Lilandra seems a decent sort maybe, but I guess she's a traitor to her own now. There's good and bad in every place, bad apples in every barrel. If you don't watch yourself you might find your best friend's a pick pocket. Does it make her a bad person? Or does it just mean she doesn't have a job and needs the cash?"

Hey look at that. Tabby starts to babble when the alcohol starts to loosen her up.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice smirks in amusement. "One of my best friends's Mystique," Clarice points out. "I think a pickpocket would be... quaint. Almost sweet. You forget, we're..." she gestures to the rest of the asteroid, "a bunch of murderers. I mean - not all of us. Just many of us. I only saw Lilandra briefly - she seemed alright. But the rest of the Shi'ar? I haven't met one I liked yet."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith glances around her as though she'd forgotten where she actually was and just points at Clarice. "There is that I guess. I don't think I ever met any other Shi'ar so I'll call you the one who knows for now. Right now I think I'd blow up anything it took to make this be over and done. Make the bomb big enough and it even pretends to take down a Sentinel. Or maybe I just think I could bring one down. Maybe I could. Maybe I'm just crazy." She grimaces as her wandering mind latches onto something almost as unpleasant as this evening. She finishes off this third glass and mutters, "Maybe I should go sleep this off a little. You think you could put me down in the resident's hall at Xaviers? Or just anywhere in the mansion? Or whatever I need to do to get back down?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice's expression darkens further at the mention of the Sentinels. No - what happened on Genosha was worse than tonight. Much, much worse, and it still haunts her sleep. It takes her a moment to shake the images from her mind. "What? Oh. Yeah, I- just let me make a call down to..."
    Retrieving her phone from a pocket she goes to her address book to make a quick call. "Hey, Sco- No, I don't know what time it is. I don't really care all that much either. I'm teleporting Tabitha doesn to the Resident's wing, okay? So when the alarms go off in a second- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, sure."
    She disconnects the phone, then beams at Tabitha. "Scott just looooves me. See? We're best buds."
    She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she concentrates on what she needs to do and then, a moment later, a portal tears into existance beside them, showing a corridor in the Mansion on the other side.
    "Close enough?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha Smith glances through the portal then nods, "Yeah. That's close enough. Thanks Clarice. For the drink and everything else. I'll see you... when I see you." She takes a less than steady step then turns to walk through the portal where she goes not to collapse in a bed. Jim's rather than her own. Unless the door is locked in which case she likely ends up on the floor outside his door.