8914/Snapshots Of Exploration

Snapshots Of Exploration
Date of Scene:	02 December 2021
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Michael Erickson, Henry McCoy, Yukio

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Michael Erickson has posed:
    Perched at one of the tables, Michael Erickson, the resident Shi'ar guest instructor, pores over an iPad upon which is depicted a number of beautiful astronomical images. What manner of camera was used to snag the current view, a portrait of Saturn seemingly from the rings themselves, however, is unknown...but the man in the gray suit, who talks to the students about far-flung worlds and climates that exist nowhere in this galaxy, looks very serious as he considers that heavenly scene.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Stepping into the rec room with a nice cup of tea, is Henry. The man looks content, ready to enjoy his piping hot drink and relax a bit. A smile is offered over to Michael, and a wave. "Afternoon." The hirsute professor offers over. "How are you today, Michael?" He asks, moving to take a seat nearby.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Mmm?" It takes Michael a moment to reply, looking up from the scene to blink at the very blue, very furry man. "Ah, Doctor McCoy," he says, giving the man a smile. "It's good to see you - I'm quite fine, thnk you. Busy, busy, busy, dividing my time between here and my other work, but it's all turning out quite well."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Once comfortable, he chuckles. "That's generally the status quo around here, after all. Leading double lives, even if not secret. One hand managing teaching and education, then the other managing the dangers that spring up on the regular." Henry sips his tea. "Hopefully it's not becoming too much of a juggling act for you?"

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "No, no." He chuckles, now, and puts the iPad aside. "I was a spy on this planet for fifty years, almost, you know? I can multitask just fine." A moment's pause before he asks, "...I don't suppose you've heard anything about the Empire, have you?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
His brow arches. "No, I cannot say that I have." He chuckles. "A spy to which end, I wonder?" The man asks, before taking another sip of his tea. "Fifty years - you must have seen quite a range of human behavior." He hrms. "And mutant alike, I am sure."

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Well, I was a spy for the Empire," Michael says, quirking a brow. "That's how I ended up here in the first place - first to monitor the activity of the Kree, and then the metahuman community, and then also the headmistress once she manifested the Fal'kon. Er, the Phoenix, as you call it." He shrugs. "And yes, I have, but honestly it isn't any different than the Empire. People are people, except when they're too alien to understand."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry is seated near Michael, the two having a discussion. The Beast has a cup of tea, still piping hot. "So you were expecting the Phoenix, or the Fal'kon, for some time? Was it a reoccuring phenomenon? Or a prophecy? Inevitability?" The man wonders, smiling over to Michael.

Yukio has posed:
Yukio walks into the Rec Room, dressed in black leggings, a floral shirt, and a rough black leather jacket adorned with studs that looks suspiciously like Negasonic's. In her hand she's holding a pink microphone, though she slips it into the pocket of the jacket when she sees the Rec Room already has people inside. She gives a shy little wave, "...herro, didn't mean to bother." A polite little bow follows by manner of instinct.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Michael, seated at one of the tables, has a now-deactivated iPad next to him. He leans in a bit, clad in his gray suit - and as a guest instructor has becomes somewhat famous for giving lots of strange lectures on the history of a whole other galaxy and all manner of unusual interplanetary climates and cultures - and looks at Hank, his heavy brows lifted curious. "Oh," he says, "We in the Empire know the Fal'kon very well. Now it's different with the headmistress, but all throughout galactic history it's known to consume its hosts and destroy vast swaths of the universe. It's basically the Devil to many galactic cultures. That's why my people did what they did to try and kill her before she could manifest the Fal'kon and her entire family. But...they're also a whole nation of imperialist autocrats and need punched in the face."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a hrm and a slight frown from Henry. "Do you suspect that Jean might suffer the same trouble?" He wonders, looking to Michael. "Or is the threat passed?" He taps the side of his mug with his claw. As Yukio enters, his attention turns to her. "Afternoon, Yukio. No interruption at all. Come on in and be comfortable."

Yukio has posed:
Looking oddly from Michael to Henry, she cautiously steps further into the rec room, and then asks, "is Headmistress Grey sick...?" She didn't understand all that much from the little she overheard, but the gist of it seemed to have been that there's something wrong with Jean Grey.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A smile to Yukio. "I do not believe so, Yukio. Just discussing some more cosmic entities, and their affects on worlds, people and friends." He assures. "Nothing to fret, of course. How are you doing?" Henry asks.

Yukio has posed:
"Rike...Amaterasu?" Yukio asks curiously, eyes fully locked on Dr. McCoy because the very idea the gods she grew learning about it and praying to in shrines are real, is, well, quite fantastic indeed!

"I am okay," Yukio says with a sheepish smile, "I now have fursto furendo, Erie-san. Negashoniku!"