Owner	Pose
Kitty Pryde	Though there had been some debate about whether to put it in the regular part of the school, or in the X-men base, the sauna had ended up going into base. Attached to the locker rooms, it was a great place for someone to be able to soak up some heat as therapy after a hard workout. Which is what Kitty had had. Taking the day off from her job at Stark Industries because of the party she was going to the night before, Kitty had gotten in quite late. But rather than sleep in, she'd made herself get up and go do a tougher workout than normal. Working through her hangover. Which felt about like getting hit in the head by Juggernaut. Hey, was that him at the party? It had to have been. That big. And buff. And kind of acted like him. If not in a way that needed a superhero to intervene. In any event, Kitty has made it through the worst of the hangover. She changes out of her workout clothes and then picks up her tablet. A few taps a few times on the screen, and runs a program to tell her if anyone is heading for the sauna so she'll get a little advance warning to cover up. It helps being system administrator and a hacker extraordinaire. Kitty grabs an insulated water bottle with sports drink in it, and heads into the sauna. Water dumped on the hot rocks sends plumes of steam into the air, and she arranges her big white terry cloth towel across one of the soft teak benches, before lying down on it.
Alison Blaire	While Kitty will certainly get a warning if someone comes to the sauna, there is no warning system in the world that can predict the future. Alison had had a hard night out herself. Mardi Gras was a world wide phenonomenon afterall... so she'd hopped a private jet down to NOLA where she'd preformed a few songs on Bourbon Street, got incredibly intoxicated, and then flew back to the New York. To head right into the gym without getting a wink of sleep. Suffice to say that after her intense workout, she was laying in the sauna trying to sweat out the alcohol that may or may not still be coarsing through her blood stream. Blonde hair in a bun on the top of her head and a hot towel laying over her face. It isn't that she's an exhibitionist or anything, but when you're Dazzler... Well she doesn't care if people see her less than fully clothed. She is respectful enough to lay a towel over herself. One that was dipped in hot water to help draw out more sweat.. also there's a glass of champagne. Because no cure for the morning after is as good as the hair of the dog. Sitting up from where she's laying across a bench, she pulls the towel down to sip her champagne, which is when she spies Kitty.. With a grin, "Well look what the cat drug in. You look about like how I feel."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty gives a little start at realizing she walked right past someone when she came in, eyes on the hot rocks and imagining the delicious steam that would soon be rising from them. False sense of security provided by the alert she'd set up probably contributes to just how much she jumps. "Oh God, Ali, I think I nearly jumped out of my skin. Glad it's you and not Scott or someone that wouldn't meet my eyes for a week and I'd know they were remembering instead," Kitty says, breaking out in warm laughter. She grabs her smaller, spare towel to drape her lower body as she lies on her stomach. "Yeah, I think we both had the same idea," she says, eyeing Alison's tired eyes. "Were you at the Hellfire shindig too? I can only guess what Warren got up to in his playboy days there," she says, chuckling and shaking her head. She reaches down to grab her bottle, taking a sip of the sports drink to help rehydrate even as the steam is making her tanned skin start to glisten with perspiration.
Alison Blaire	Alison may take, just a little, delight out of seeing Kitty start, but she doesn't mention it. After a long pull from her glass she sets it down and drops back on the bench with a grunt. "I meant to." Her arm drapes across her face, pulling a foot up to sit her foot flat upon the heated wooden furnish beneath her. "Ended up doing shots with some local hip hop group in New Orleans until sunrise.." A deep groan, rolling her shoulders with her hand moving to squeeze at the inner corners of her eyes. "I told Sue I'd do a few songs too. I should probably reach out after my head doesn't feel like someone's trying to read my thoughts with a jackhammer." Warren though.. she grins impishly and rolls her head to look over at Kitty laying top down. They both had dated him in the past. "For a guy named Angel, he certainly isn't one... but you know that." A knowing, tiny, smirk, eyes drifting closed as she positions herself with a wiggle of her butt. The towel drops back across her face, it's definitely helping with the splitting headache.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde's lips pull into a little bit of a grin, as if that's as much detail as she's going into that aspect of it. "He was kind of sweet in wanting me to know that those days were through for him when we got together. It was important to him that I knew and believed it, I could tell. Which, I mean, well. I don't honestly know. I don't know that I'd have been upset if he hadn't. But I suppose I probably wouldn't have fallen as... well, as much as I did," she admits. She takes another sip of the sports drink and reaches down to set it on the floorboards. That initial cloud of steam she caused has spread out nicely now, carrying the extra heat that it gives up to their bodies and the walls and benches. "So speaking of love lives, what is going on in the glamorous life of my favorite singer?" Kitty asks, resting her cheek on the towel, face turned towards Dazzler. "A dozen guys sending roses and protestations of their love?" she asks, her grin telling the teasing of it.
Alison Blaire	Alison doesn't need to go digging too deeply to understand where Kitty is coming from. Though it is entirely possible she got a very different version of Warren, "I am not a very easy person to keep up with.. I'm pretty sure my playgirl lifestyle would turn most men into drooling, whimpering, cows." She says with a quiet laugh, that has her head complaining. Not that she will... this is old hat for her. The dark side of being a Rock Star, right? The towel peels up from the corner of her face to peer over at Kitty, grinning just so, then lays it back across her face. "I think it was American poet 'Ludacris' who once said... I have hoes in different area codes." That's a joke, shoulders rocking gently with a back and forth rock of her head. "Honestly, I've been so busy lately.. I haven't had the time. Tours, indorcements.. club openings." She flicks her hands up and immediately regrets the sudden movement. "No love life for Alison Blaire, I'm afraid."
Kitty Pryde	The comment about guys keeping up with Alison's lifestyle draws a snorting giggle from Kitty. "Guys don't usually do too well with a girl seeing someone besides them. Messes with their instinct to drag us by our hair back to their cave, I think," she says with another little laugh. "I mean, not a little hair-pulling isn't nice too." She grins and goes for her drink again as the heat is seeping into her body. It's having to contend with her muscles that are just at that point post workout they are trying to get sore. We'll see who wins. "Well," Kitty offers, "If you need I can go hit your fan site and plant some rumors of seeing you out with someone," she says, flashing a grin over to Alison. "Then watch the people that flame me for it, and the ones that start digging up their history and arguing why two make sense together." Yes, she's watched a lot of that play out. Probably manipulated it a few times, though it's generally a rare day that Kitty would be a troll for someone like that. Friends of Humanity sure, but not Dazzler fans. "Any concerts or tours coming up?" she asks.
Alison Blaire	"No, no they do not." Alison confesses with a laugh she couldn't stop and flexes her abdomen as it comes up from deep in her core. "Oh men, those silly sad sacks." Obviously just teasing, she reaches up and rubs the wet cloth across her face, pulling it down to drape on her throat instead. So she can look over at Kitty offering to game the system for the sake of her love-life. "Hah.. Man, that podcast I did a few months ago really fucked me.. Came out as openly Mutant." She groans and rolls her eyes, "Was such a good idea at the time. Almost got bounced off my label, had several venues cancel on me..." Her smile remains, but it's fragile at best. Still, she flicks her wrist and grabs the glass to drain the contents in one long swallow. "Mmhm. Tour starts in May, but I've got a few independant concerts in Portland next week... and Janet wants me to preform at her month long birthday celebration. Can't say no to that.."