7907/Drinks on the Asteroid

Drinks on the Asteroid
Date of Scene:	21 September 2021
Location:	Cafeteria and Bar
Synopsis:	Drinks and conversation on the asteroid.
Cast of Characters:	Raven Darkholme, Cain Marko, Clarice Ferguson, Talia Wagner, Lydia Dietrich

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Raven Darkholme has posed:
Just another evening on the asteroid, one much like the other. The work is never done, but that doesn't stop Mystique from heading to the bar for a drink and watch to watch a few people playing video games using the massive screen. She didn't bother with those games, not because she didn't know how to play, but mostly because it made no sense as a way to spend time. Watching other play however, while drinking, perfect way to pass the time.

Cain Marko has posed:
The doors of the bar and cafeteria open and one of the newer recruits to the Brotherhood appears. Clad in crimson armor and towering over most, the Juggernaut clomps into the room as subtly as you'd imagine. Well, he's not quite as noisy on his feet as you'd expect. Maybe he's being careful due to them being in space. He takes in the interior, then lets out a low grunt and makes his way over to one of the couches showing the TV. The giant mystical human-ish setttles down carefully in one of the larger seats available, getting comfortable. He glances over to where Mystique is seated. "Lo Mysty. How's the evening treatin yah?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice was already at the bar - though she doesn't have a comic book open in front of her this time. Nope, it looks like an honest to goodness novel. It was easy to overlook the earbud tucked into one ear, reading along to her as her finger traces along the page. Periodically she picks up a glass of her cognac to continue reading, seemingly paying little attention to her surroundings at the moment as she concentrates on her reading, though a shout of triumph from someone near the video game console earns her attention just long enough to spot Juggernaut's hulking form - and his casual greeting of 'Mysty.'
    She reaches for her pocket to pause the audiobook on her cellphone, before her gaze seeks out Mystique, greeting the woman with a smile, and a brief nod.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Getting her usual drink of whiskey with cherry grenadine, Mystique leans against the bar and watches Cain make his way into the room. That's large, no mistaking that. She picks up her drink, offering Clarice a nod, then moves to a table some where between the bar and the couch, easier to be heard that way.

"Not bad, Cain," she answers, settling in and crossing her legs. "How're you doing?"

Talia Wagner has posed:
    TJ meanders in with a tablet in her hands, also an earbud tucked only in one ear. Tail swishing behind her as she watches news from around the world on the small tablet's screen. She seems mildly fixated on current events and the news.

    Not just mutant related news either. Lots of various things in the news seems to catch her attention on a regular basis.

    She pauses though as the doors close behind her, the sharp yellow eyes scanning the bar to see what trouble is in the house tonight. Definitely a few.

Cain Marko has posed:
     One massive shoulder raises and falls, and Cain replies, "I've been worse 'spose. Th asteroid is interesting. Though I think I'm not gonna be stayin here full time." He stretches his massive arms over the back of the couch, eyes wandering around while he speaks with the second in command. Whether or not he notices Talia entering depends on how the couch is positoined. One of his feet tap at the floor. "I hope you all got something interesting for me soon. The pays good, but I'm already starting to get a little bored."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I was thinking of a hunt, actually. In the Darien Gap - me, Mister Creed - whoever else is craving a little action," Clarice remarks easily, taking a sip of her drink - and dog earring her book before closing it. 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone,' because of course Rahne gave her the UK version of the book.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique rolls her eyes slightly, taking a drink from her glass before glancing over to Clarice for a moment. "Hey Clarice," she calls over. Then Clarice says what she was about to ask and she snorts, "Apparently you can count on Cain to go, and the Brotherhood foots the bill."

Now she looks back to Cain, "That means you follow Blink's orders on the ground, double for hazard of course, and all medical needs that you never need taken care of. Sound like a job? You get to kill some really bad mother fuckers that need to be dead."

Talia Wagner has posed:
"Why the Darian Gap." she asks Clarice now looking at her tablet and tucking it under her arm as she heads over towards the bar, snagging her usual. Well her usual this week. A Moscow Mule with extra ginger extract. Spicy.

    "Is someone smuggling mutants across the most dangerous stretch of jungle in the world Clarice?"


    Her three fingered hand waves towards Cain and Mysique "Hey Marko, Mystique."

Cain Marko has posed:
     Cain squints over at Clarice as she speaks. "In the what? Guess it doesn't matter much." Well, as long as it was interesting he supposed. He turned his attention back over to the blue and red shapeshifter. He can't help letting out a snort. "Hazard, okay. Sounds fine with me. What'd these bad mother fuckers do anyway?" The greeting from Talia draws his attetention towards her. "Heyah fuzzball." He pauses for a moment, then looks at her more closely. "Say... didn't you used to be a guy? And working for Chucks groupies?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice can't help but snicker at Cain's question to Talia, but she doesn't touch it. That was entirely //her// problem to deal with - instead she turns her attention to the blue woman's question. "Well - from what I've heard, if they do manage to get their hands on a mutant - they try to sell them into slavery, which... You know. Hardly something we can let stand. But mostly, I just think if they're going to be murdering innocent folks then... Well. They don't have much cause for protest when we practice what they preach, yeah?"
    And she needs to work out some tensions on //someone//.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Just about to say something, Cain's comment makes Mystique bust up laughing, big time, laughing hard. Both parts of his questions had nothing to do with her answering, so she could enjoy the laugh over the idea that Talia was a sex-changed Kurt. She did look like her father after all, so the mistake made sense, but it was also too, too funny.

"I'll leave the two of them to answer that Cain," she finally managed to say, wiping her eyes. "Man, that was funny."

Adjusting herself in her chair she continues with, "We always offer hazard pay for non-standard missions like this. Just think of it as extra beer and cigarette money."

Talia Wagner has posed:
    TJ plucks her mule up off the bar and walks over to Clarice's table. "Laugh it up y'all." she snorts and settles to sit before looking over at Marko. "Okay.. where to start."

    Eh what the hell. "I'm the person you're thinking of's Kid with the Scarlet Witch from another dimension. Talia Josephine Wagner-Lensher. But you can just call me TJ or honestly if history proves anything fuzzball."

    Turning her eyes to Clarice "Good nuff, count me in."

Cain Marko has posed:
     Cain glances over at Mystique and Clarice when they both start laughing. His brows furrow in brief confusion. Then he looks back at Talia, and his expression goes blank as she explains her backstory. "Huh. Okay then. Well. you're cuter than your dad, at least. So that's something." He shrugs his shoulder. "Anyway. Sure. I'll come along. I'm sure it'll be loads of laughs."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice gives TJ a slightly speculative look before remarking, "Mister Creed and I aren't going to be pulling any punches - don't expect Cain will either. If you don't mind bloody then by all means. Join us." She takes another sip of her drink before adding, "We could go tomorrow - as long as Mister Creed's free." She doesn't like to leave him out of the hunts - he needs it after all.
    "I don't know, Kurt has his own charm..." she remarks, her gaze shifting briefly towards Mystique. Was that mischief in her gaze? She quickly shifts the expression over towards Talia instead, though.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique takes a drink from her glass, watching Talia for a moment, then looks back to Cain. No idea why but a chill runs up her spine at the thought of that. She can barely manage the thinking of Kurt and Wanda, even if they're from another reality, together. Now Cain's hitting on her alternate reality grand daughter. Somewhere, in another realty, another version of the cobalt mutant is laughing her ass off at that.

"Sounds like you got a team, Clarice." She then offers, glaring at Clarice for a moment for reasons that have nothing to do with the murdering and maiming of people. "Remember to get a comm unit for Cain."

Talia Wagner has posed:
    "Laugh it up pinkee." she notes to Clarice and then sips her drink. "IF they are slavers I'm not going to lose any sleep about it Clarice. I've seen worse out there in the worlds and done worse then blast some slavers..."

    "My dad is a dashing rogue though according to my mom at least."

Cain Marko has posed:
     Cain clambers back up to his feet. "Okay then. Get that comm unit to me I guess. And let me know when we're going out punching some slavers." Slavers. Not something he'd really thought he'd ever be dealing with. The world was a messed up place sometimes. He stretches, not that he ever really gets stiff. He looks between them. "Have a nice evenin, ladies." Then he begins to clomp his way towards the exit. Apparently no more hitting on blue and pink women right now.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Dashing - possibly even rakish?" Clarice suggests with a grin. "But - alas, my heart already belongs to another." And other such cliches.
    Seems she's going to let Mystique off the hook pretty easily.
    "Shall do, Cain! See you tomorrow." She'll have Mister Creed do some reckon first - make sure they're hitting the right camp... And then they'll take these assholes out. It'll be fun. She takes a sip of her cognac again, grinning across at Talia. "It'll be fun having you along."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia had been spending time at her apartment reading her tomes and learning those five basic spells. Her apartment has become more of a study, a safe space to practice her magic, than it was a place to live. Sure she sleeps there from time to time, but most of her nights are spent with Mystique.

Tonight was one of those nights. Getting a port up from her apartment from Ritz, she makes her to the bar to get herself something to drink before unloading her oversized purse that contains her laptop journals and other tools of her trade.

Seeing Mystique here is a pleasant surprise, and the glowing green mutant comes up to the bar and leans over to give her a smooch. "Hey, lover," she says. Seeing a man she doesn't recognize she turns her attention to him. "Hello there," she says sticking her hand out for Cain to shake. "I'm Lydia."

Cain Marko has posed:
Cain stops long enough to study Lydia, then shake her hand. "Cain. I was on my way out. I'm sure we'll meet some other time." Then he's leavinga gain.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique tilts her head, watching Cain as he departs then throws out there, "You alright Cain?"

Then she rises to kiss Lydia lightly, pull out a chair for her and wave the bartender of to take Lydia's order. "I needed a break, but will be heading out soon."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice watches the mis-matched pair of Cain and Talia making their exit, and brings her glass of cognac over to sit with Mystique, along with her book. She slouches into her chair, not interrupting the reunion of the two lovers, though once they part she remarks casually, "I hope the pair of you enjoyed the hotsprings? Maybe I'll bring Rahne sometime."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia takes the offered seat, ordering herself her regular: a Manhattan. "A pleasure to meet you, Cain. I'll see you around."

Turning back to Mystique she gives her a grin. "Super secret spy stuff?" She nods her thanks to the bartender when she slides her her drink.

"I've never been to a hot springs before," she admits. "And now I've gone I wouldn't mind going again. It was very.... relaxing."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Setting back into her chair, Mystique offers Lydia a bright, charming smile, but her eyes aren't being charming... they're looking Lydia over in the same way they do before bed.

"The only other hot springs I'd ever been to were in a mountain covered in snow," she comments. "And my target was soaking with three lovely ladies that I allowed to escape while I was strangling him to death." She takes a drink of her usual from her glass. "And yes, some super spy stuff. Got feelers out contacts for some information confirmation, then most likely will have to go into the field myself."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...did you take the time to enjoy them?" Clarice asked Mystique, looking more amused by the tale than anything else.
    "I don't know that Rahne would be up for a Japanese-style hotspring in a group. We'd have to find one that allows bathing suits," she remarks. "Or just go on our own. I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves, though."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Mystique knows how to make Lydia blush. It's that look. It's /always/ been that look, and Lydia can't help but squirm underneath it. "Well," she says, "at least the ladies got away."

Clarice gets a knowing smile. "Of course we enjoyed them. We enjoyed them /very much/." The suggestiveness in her voice is positively unladylike.

She nods at Mystique, then. "Okay. Be careful when you're out. Not that you're ever /not/ careful. You know what I mean." She leans forwards and plants another kiss on Mystique's lips. "Come back to me whole."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique looks over to Clarice, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Not the one his body was floating in, no," she comments. "I moved to the one next to it and waited for his associates to arrive. Best way to lure a father out is kill the son, works every time."

Scooting her chair closer to Lydia, because she still hasn't gotten enough of her since she was gone. The kidd is returned, and she reaches to caress the back of Lydia's neck, still with that look on her face. "All alone, all that hot water, nakedness out there in the open... should we tell Clarice about that Kama Sutra position we did?"

Now she looks over to Clarice and wiggles her brows, then says nothing about what she was just suggesting, "There are a couple of hot springs in Japan that are bathing suit only, because they're designed for tourists, and apparently the Japanese don't like to see naked Caucasians."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice winces. Oof. Mystique could be brutal, but she certainly wasn't wrong. "Can't imagine he was pleased to see you, but you're still here, so I assume it went alright." She finishes off her cognac, and while there's just the smallest shift of discomfort at Mystique's implications, the reaction wasn't nearly as pronounced as it used to be. "Well, I'm sure Rahne'd appreciate it if we picked one of those. She's a bit shy still, you know?"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia gives Mystique a sly grin. "Which one?" she asks. "As I recall we tried out a couple. Of course that one we tried was best suited /out/ of the water it turned out."

She nods. "But in all seriousness, it was a great time, and you two should enjoy something like it, too."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique picks up one of Lydia's hands to kiss lightly, then let's her have it back. "Who knew I was that slippery when wet?" She comments, then looks back to Clarice.

"It's alright that Rahne is still shy, she'll get there in time. As for the father," she shrugs slightly. "He was easier to kill than his son, it was his body guards that posed the real challenge, but in the end all six were floating face first in the hot springs."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "What'd they done?" Clarice asks curiously, then adds, "How many years back was this?" For all she knows it was turn of the last century. It's hard to know sometimes, when you hang around with people like Mystique and Creed. Some of the stories they told were more than old news.
    She gestures towards the bartender with her empty cup - and he brings over her bottle of cognac, which she uses to refill her glass without a word.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia takes a sip her Manhattan as she listens to the two of them talking about assassinating people. It's always unsettled her how cavalier they can be about straight up murdering somebody, but when she got involved with Mystique, she knew that this was going to be the price of entry.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique waves the bartender over to refill her glass, "And add some Sprite to it." she comments before looking to Clarice again.

"Twenty years ago, and the father was known for his hatred of mutants. He'd send his son and goons to capture, torture, beat..." she accepts the new glass with mixer to cut down the amount of alcohol. "Anyway, took me three months to link it all back to the dad, but I couldn't get the S.O.B. out in the open. So, I got the son out knowing the father would respond to his son being attack, thus why the girls were allowed to escape. Human First shit heads."

She glances back to Lydia and offers her a smile. "No more talk about murdering people, unless they really deserved it."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I mean. Sounds like they really deserved it," Clarice remarks, muttering under her breath, "Shit heads." Because that was certainly true. Still, she doesn't ask anymore question about the assassination, as she sips her cognac instead.
    "Theo really does look good in that suit," she muses quietly. "I'll have to find more excuses for him and Pete to put those on. I think he really enjoyed himself."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Mmm," Lydia says noncommittally. "I guess the world is better off without him." She doesn't sound totally heartbroken over the loss of that particular human's life.

"He is!" Lydia agrees, grateful for the change in topic. "I've never had a little brother before but I have this overwhelming urge to play dress up with him and keep finding more suits for him to fit in. Him coming out as trans was something of a surprise, I must admit," she says, taking a sip of her Mahnhattan. "But he looks so much happier now."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique chuckles, settling back comfortably. "I got him a couple of over sized t-shirts with totally inappropriate comments on them. Pete got this really nice polo shirt he wanted. I can't get for one and not the other, it's not in me. They both looked so nice, so let's find out when birthday's are for both of them and start making plans."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Seems like a plan," Clarice agrees. "Though- well. I think Theo wants to wait before getting too many suits. He wants to, uhh... We're exploring options on how we can make his body more like it oughtta be. I mean, if that's surgery, or some sort of mutant power... or magic. I have a few people looking into it, so we know what all our options are.
    "He does look happier though - yeah?" she asks, turning her glass idly in her fingers. "I mean, at first when he told me, I couldn't help but wonder- he'd been through so much, I thought maybe he was just unwell, but... All that really matters is that he's happier. Right?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
This time Mystique fully turns in her seat to look at Clarice. "You want me to call Jasmine up? She might know a few people capable of rearranging parts without the whole surgery thing."

She pauses there, staring at Clarice, "Wait.. what? You seriously thought Theo was unwell? Why would you think that?"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia snickers at Mystique's clothes buying antics. "I can't wait to see these inappropriate tees you bought him," she says.

"Mm," she says, shaking her head at Clarice. "I advise against magic. That kind of major body transformation is big magic and there's always a price to be paid for that kind of thing." She takes a sip of her drink, "And I'm not talking about money. If it was easy then more people would be doing it."

She places a hand on Mystique as if to calm her down. "Clarice spent most of her life in a drugged out haze. I doubt she's had /any/ experience with anybody being transgender before. That's kind of a common reaction for somebody to have when they're confronted with it out of the blue." She turns to Clarice and gives her a gentle smile, "What's important is that she understands it /now/ and that she's accepting for Theo for who he really is."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    For her part - at least Clarice manages to look embarrassed. "I hadn't really heard about it," she confirms. "I mean, I probably'd heard it mentioned, but..." Never really learned about it. "And Theo's been through a lot - having to hide his powers, his ears, his eyes - having to dye his hair. And then seeing all those people, and mom and dad die... And having that asshole messing around with his brain, I just thought- I worried he might be unwell, and that feeding into it might make it worse, not better. But I talked to Pete, and did some reading, and watched some videos and... I just want him happy. You know?" She gives Lydia a small smile, grateful for the support, then takes a drink from her cognac.
    "You really think magic is such a bad idea? I know someone who can regrow limbs, and even organs. She regrew a leg for one of the orphans, so I know she's legit. She thinks she might be able to do it... That Theo wouldn't even have to take hormones. But- She //thinks// she's can do it. She's never done it before, and the thought of Theo being her first attempt at it..." Well, it scares her.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Nodding, Mystique settles back down in her chair. It made sense that Clarice hadn't really heard of about it, nor had any experience regarding transgender. She then wondered how Clarice would take knowing that Mystique wasn't really female or male, but both and neither. Probably a topic for another time.

"It depends on the type of magic, from what I've heard," she comments, letting the other thing go for now. "If this person thinks they can do it, and Theo wants it done that way, who are we to tell him no? We all know the surgical option is long, painful, and can get messy. Clarice is looking into other options, and I'll talk to Jasmine a well and see what she says."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"I can.... I can look into it," Lydia says hesitantly. "Hatshepsut will know more about it than I will. I'll bring it up next time I talk to her." She shakes her head, "But switching sex like that... there's a lot that goes into it. A lot that can go wrong. I just don't want something to mess up and leave Theo in a bad place."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Neither do I," Clarice agrees. "I want to know what all the options are. What all the risks and drawbacks are. Theo wants this badly, but I don't want things to go wrong - I don't want him to get hurt. He said himself - I mean, I think he's just happy that I'm talking this seriously, and that we're looking into all the options... He's okay with waiting a bit to find the best choice."
    She smiles wryly before adding, "Which is a really long and complicated way of saying 'hold off on the suits until we figure out how his body might be changing.' But, well. There you have it."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique chuckles, "That's why I got over sized shirts, either they'll be fashionable as over sized, or he'll fill them out when he gets all muscly." She flexes her arm as if to show off muscles, then does the forward double arm body builder pose. "Just be glad I didn't go male for that, was totally considering it."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia nods to Clarice. "That sounds reasonable. I still want to dress him up, though. He looked quite dapper."

When Mystique starts flexing, Lydia cant help but feel up her muscles giving her appreciative, "Oohs," and "Aaahs."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I want to give him a closet full of suits," Clarice agrees. "Him and Pete. Since there seems to be no getting rid of Pete," she remarks - amusement pulling at her lips.
    It's not like she actually //wants// to get rid of Pete, anyways.
    She watches Mystique showing off her muscles with an amused smirk, sipping at her cognac again. "It's a good look for you."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique is not a muscle bound person, unless she wants to be, but her true form is not. She is built and has trained her actual body into a form she likes, and always goes back to.

Leaning over she kisses Lydia lightly and stage whispers, "You can feel my up any time." Then sits back and looks to Clarice. "Pete and Theo already talked to me," she says with a smile. "Arranged a meeting and everything, to point out all the reasons Pete should stay. I played along, acted serious with nods and a good expression, then told them I would think about it. Once they stepped outside my room, I stepped out and said of course Pete can stay if you, Clarice, allow it."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Will Pete need his own room, then? Should we expand Clarice and Theo's room even /more/?" Lydia looks amused at the proposition. "Or is Theo and Pete now a..." she pushes two fingers together, "a thing."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Well. I'm so glad they came and asked me, then," Clarice asks with a tone thick with dry amusement. "Maybe they just assumed they didn't have to because they knew it wasn't a problem."
    She shifts her attention towards Lydia as she explains, "Pete likes guys - but Theo likes girls. So... not a thing. They're brothers," she says simply. Which is why Pete was 'her problem' now. Good thing he wasn't much of a problem. "Pete doesn't sleep well alone, though. I mean, we might have to look into quarters for Pete if if either Theo or Pete ended up in a relationship, but for now... They'd prefer, and even insist on sharing a room."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique chuckles. "Clarice, they were going to ask you anyway, they just, as Theo put it... 'We need to cover the bases, and you're scary, so we figured we'd ask you first cause Clare is less scary'. I just nodded along of course, far be it from me to tell them I'm not scary."

She takes another drink from her glass. "If you need more space it can be arranged," she then adds. "But I get the impression they're just fine as is."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia nods in understanding. "With what all they've been through I'm not entirely surprised they have problems sleeping." She snorts at Mystique, "You're very scary to people who don't know you that well. You've got that whole..." she waves a hand in a vague person shape, "don't fuck with me I'm a venomous cobra vibe going on."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I mean. I might find you scary if I weren't... raised by Sabretooth, as it were," Clarice remarks with a wry expression on her features. "Instead I simply find you worthy of respect," she takes a sip of her cognac, "Usually," she teases.
    At talk of all the boys have been through, however, Clarice's expression darkens. "Especially Pete," she answers quietly. "It's not my story to tell, but... He's been through hell. And if there were anyone out there still alive to get revenge on, nothing would stop me from hunting them down. Nothing. Poor kid."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Sitting there, sipping her drink, Mystique's cobalt skin slowly turns to look like that of a Blue Malaysian Coral Snake wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, even as she listens to Clarice. Lifting her glass in a mock toast at the 'usually' part, she takes another sip.

"You know you can count me in on that," she comments, referring to the revenge. She may not kill innocents any more, but back ground, truly deserving, no way to get back to her ever... she'll kill those."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Ooh!" Lydia exclaims, running a hand up and down Mystique's arm. "Scaly! Neat!" She gets a coy look to her, "We may have to get a little adventurous tonight." She finishes off her Mahnattan and stands, picking up her oversized purse. "I'm going to head to bed to get some writing dome," she tells her lover. To Clarice she says, "Have a good night. Don't let the boys keep you up."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice nods her head to Mystique. "If I find any indications those assholes are still alive..." she murmurs quietly.
    What if they had acted under duress? Would she have done something like that, if she'd been ordered?
    She probably would have done. "Fuck," she mutters quietly, then finishes off her cognac abruptly. "I'm going to try to read my book, I think," she announces. Anything to get //these// thoughts out of her head. Rising to her feet as well, she casually wraps one arm around Lydia for a brief hug. "Sis," she says, before dropping her hand to Mystique's shoulder instead. "Boss. Let me know before you head out intel gathering, yeah?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique follows Lydia with her eyes, a playful smile crossing her lips. She waits for her to gets far enough away that she can'r hear the cobalt mutant say, "She's not going to get any writing done," she comments as she downs the last of her drink and stands. "I have plans, and they don't involve her writing." She nods to Clarice, "If something comes up, I'll let you know." she then moves quickly to follow, catching up so she can goose Lydia then walk with her.