Owner	Pose
Jubilation Lee	The Victorian-style manor house of Nevermore Point stands as a majestic and haunting figure amidst a misty gloom. Its once-stately exterior, a testament to a bygone era of elegance, now stands marred by time's relentless march, slowly transforming to mirror the terrible fates met by its former residents. Tall, narrow windows with dark stained glass panels seem to watch over the grounds with malevolent intent. Gargoyles leer from their rooftop perchases, their twisted forms casting ominous shadows in the moonlight. Tendrils of ivy slither across the facade like skeletal fingers, emerging from the mist that clings to the surrounding grounds and whispers secrets of the horrors within. Every creek and groan of the decaying structure seems to echo with the tormented souls of its past inhabitants, warning all who dare approach of the unspeakable terrors that lie in wait within its shadowy depths...     ...And there's a folding table with pizzas and sodas.     The property's current owner, Jubilation Lee, stands next to the table, way out in the open where the sidewalk meets the path that leads to the house. She put the word out that she needs some help retreiving some important belongings from inside, as the house is now full of squatters and it's too dangerous to go in alone. She can't go to the police with this, as the intruders are bloodthirsty, feral vampires and apparently have squatter's rights. Pizza and soda were promised to anyone who helps out. Serious inquiries only.     Jubilee finishes up her conversation with two blonde cadaverous teens delivering her a rolled-up piece of poster paper and reaches out to give each of them a hug. "Thank you, Corey," she says to first boy before moving to the second. "And you too, Corey. Go on, you guys better jet." The Corey's transform into a pair of bats and fly away into the night, arguing about something in squeaks and chirps that sounds a lot like 'dude!' and 'bro!'     Jubilation places the tube on the folding table and unrolls it next to the pizzas, revealing a crayon representation of the manor house's layout with key areas marked. Her attention shifts to the stack of pizzas. Jubilation silently counts something using her fingers, does it again, and then moves one of the pizza boxes from the stack to a folding chair behind the table. She pulls a marker tucked behind her ear, uncaps it, and writes 'Property of Noriko Ashida' across the top of the reserved pizza box, and then re-caps the marker before putting it back behind her ear.     Anyone arriving would be given an enthusiastic hey-hi-hello and told to help themselves to pizza, oh, and also be sure to add plenty of garlic powder if they value their lives. Oh, and don't forget to take one of the goodie bags.     Each Standard Issue Vampire Hunting Goodie Bag (TM) contains:     * Two (2) random wooden items from Target that can be used as wooden stakes     * One (1) classic yellow-and-green Super Soaker full of holy water. Don't ask where she got it.     * One (1) necklace of garlic. Yuck.     * One (1) walkie-talkie from the toy section that absolutely doesn't work. Don't even bother.
Monet St. Croix	This scenario and equipment is rather haphazard and hardly as organized as Ms. St. Croix would prefer. But, it's a party and they'll die if they want to. And she can't fault the inspiration for more of a social get together. With the use of the Walkie Talkie, she's wondering why they can't simply keep connected telepathically. But.. The goodies in the bag are inspected, and Monet resists the urge to say something along the lines of a (more polite) visceral response of 'is this a joke'? Monet is trying to work on this whole 'polite' thing for better or worse. There's a low twitch on her face indicative of it for those that can read body language, minds, or the slight shifts in her posture which would betray it. But, initial impulse driven down she goes to shrug.     "What are effective methods of neutralization secondary to.." She would mime driving a stake through a body. "Traditionally decapitation works. I presume that dismemberment would merely heavily slow them but not necessarily result in termination? Or are they of the type that requires decapitation, being placed into a grave along with a holy symbol, and then left buried overnight for true termination?" She also of all things goes to grab a packet of what appears to be nuts that she puts over into a pocket.     Working over at covering the angles unless they're going to be told politely that they're not going to be partaking in a genocide level extermination.
Scott Summers	Some people say Scott takes everything too seriously, but there's merit to taking everything seriously. It means he turns up to things like coffin retrieval. He's gone without his full X-Men uniform, instead opting for a jacket over a grey t-shirt and jeans with a pair of work boots. Instead of his usual glasses, however, he wears a metallic visor with a button on the side. Those that have seem him get his Cyclops on know all too well what that means. He's foregone pizza (he already carbo-loaded earlier), and is instead looking through the contents of the vampire hunting goodie bag. He taps the walkie talkie a few times before dropping it back in with a click of his teeth and a subtle sigh. Then he turns his head to look up at the big, old, and fancy house.
Tabitha Smith	While sure, a lot of the folks showing up might be X-Men, it's not necessarily an X-Thang. So when Tabby shows up to answer the invite. Uniforms got eschewed in favor of something more red and leather and shiny. In this case, leather pants, a very constrictive corset, boots and a high neck collar all in red patent leather. Brass buckles and zippers keep it all hugging Tabitha's body securely It totally goes with the super soaker's colors. "I'm actually afraid some of this stuf might get trashed. Trashed more." she says as she checks out the Walkie Talkie. Sure its redundant when there's telepaths but it's still fun to sometimes pretend. Like saying 'Pew Pew' when she plasmarizes someone. "So like, how much of the building do you want left standing? Asking for a me." she has a grin on her face. Monet gets it aimed at her. "It's pretty standard. Stakes through the chest pump, beheadings, fire. Wanna borrow my flamethrower? Holy water might be good, but napalm. That's where it's at. Think we can get Kurt to bless my portable violation of the Geneva Convention?"
Rogue	rogue had been at Apple Park this afternoon, when she got the text from Jubilee. With the sun setting, she had originally planned on heading back to her car, to head home, but since Nevermore Point was just south of Apple Park, she decided to swing by and see what was what, and check out this free pizza claim... Thus, the Belle strides in from down the street, her eyes looking past the wrought iron fence toward the house, her right hand holding the leash of her Yellow Lab 'Jeepers'. With Jeepers wearing his camo Vietnam soldier vest, and his aviator sunglasses, whilst Rogue wears her bomber jacket, and blue jeans, her own aviators up on her hairline nestled in amongst her white bangs, the pair look like they go together well. Rogue had stopped by Nevermore Point several times, even if the place was creepy as fuck, she tried to visit Jubilee, only to find nobody home. She even left a pie once, for some reason. Even if Jubes couldn't eat it, a pie on your doorstep was 'nice' right? Who knows. Rogue doesn't understand vampires very well, beyond a few movies she saw once upon a time. All the same, seeing people in the yard, Rogue, and Jeepers round the corner of the front gate, and head in to the yard together. Jeepers scans the crowd, his tail definitely not wagging, as Rogue raises her right hand up to wave it at those gathered outside. "Party at the neighborhood haunted house?" She asks in her husky hued voice upon arrival.
Jean Grey	Most of the Xaviers teachers would fondly remember Tracy Fleeb. She was, after all, a star student, routinely at the top of her class throughout her four years at the school. They might remember her siblings, too, Wendy and Troy, making the Fleebs something of mutant dynasty in the making, up there with the Guthries and the (admittedly mostly multidimensional) Grey-Summers. After graduation, she went off to bigger and better things, as fitting a young woman of her considerable talents and ability. Politics would be her calling. So... what is she doing here? Well, the small mob of local citizens might have something to do with it. Carrying signs and wearing t-shirts which mix generic 'Fleeb for Office' type imagery with a lot of stylized anti-Vampire propaganda, like an image of a stylized fanged mouth with a red circle and slash through it, their apperance makes their beliefs and motives obvious enough. The fact that someone else in the community has gone out of their way to provide the anti-vampire gear and... PIZZA? Well, that is just all the more reason to get some of the local Westchesterians out of their pricy homes. (Did Tracy lose her campaign in Brooklyn? Maybe she's running in another county, now...) However, there's an obvious hitch to all of this, despite the apparent dovetailing of anti-vampiric interests. And that would be... "Well, I never thought I'd see the day. Finally see the light, Jubilation? Turned against your dark masters?" The voice is unmistakable. "I should congratulate you. It shows a lot of personal progress." The blonde stands at the back of her pack of supporters, at least a few of whom DID bring stakes from home. But they kind of pale in comparison to Jubilee's fancy setup. Can we use the fancy vampire hunting gear? We have vampire hunting gear at home. Vampire hunting gear at home:
Caleb Dykstra	A black 1970 Dodge Challenger comes driving along the road, its driver actually unaware of what's going on tonight - just a place further away, then a turn to the right, and he would be back on the path to get himself home. But there are people by the street, so the driver slows down as per the driver code demands it. As he slows down, he notices there are pizzas involved, so he finds himself frowning. The muscle car comes down to a halt, and the windwo is lowered. The driver is Caleb, who casually asks, "Greetings." Looking at the tables, "This an unannounced pizza sale?"
Noriko Ashida	For all the time Jubilation lived here, Noriko didn't visit many times, but the location is burned into her mind.  For once, Noriko left the preparations up to Jubilation and went for her usual run instead.  By the time she arrives, her hair is nice and fluffed out and windswept from the run here after her shower.  She has some blackish camo cargo pants on and a black tank, black thick soled athletic shoes, and black sweat/wristbands.  Last but not least, she whips out a black balaclava just as she arrives to complete her ROBBING ENSEMBLE, but the tips of her blue hair is still visible at the tips.  Also never mind that she has done nothing to hide her giant gauntlets. "OH PIZZA.  Before or after?  Before right?"  Because they may need to make a hot exit, or at least that's the thought Noriko lets hang in the air, only inferred.  She doesn't wait for answers, because she's already figured it out and never waited for the expanation.  "I'm so ready for the robbery."  Noriko leans to give Jubilation a peck on the cheek over her shoulder as a hello. Then suddenly Noriko has her SIVHGoodieBag in one gauntlet, the whole pizza box with her name on it in the other.  "Oh no I need a drink!"  As if it were really a crisis.  But before she can get a drink, she's already eating a slice of pizza while poking through her bag at a blurry pace.  "These are cool Jubes.  I am so going to trick my kit out if I live through this."     racy's words seem to drift to Noriko's ears as well, and she makes no effort hide her displeasure at them, letting her face drawn down to it's natural resting you know what face.  "Why are you even here?"
Jubilation Lee	Jubilee's reaction to each person's arrival is mixed. Scott's presence starts Jubilee off with a little pep in her step. Maybe this thing will go off without a hitch with his leadership guiding the way. Monet knocks Jubes down a few pegs. Rogue and her awful dog cancel each other out. Tabby's outfit is the death blow. At least it can't get any worse.     "What the fu....." Jubilation can be heard swearing to herself as the civic-minded mob walks up and the night gets worse. Fleeb for Office? Over my dead---     Jubilation's mouth hangs open as Tracy Fleeb herself steps forward sporting the latest and greatest in vampire hunting equipment. Jubes briefly looks to where Noriko appears and kisses her cheek, but otherwise just stares at Tracy. "What the actual hell are you...." She stops as Noriko, of course, can ask the question first. "Yeah, why are you here?!" she repeats, rising up on her tippy toes. But, the show must go on. "Aw, forget it. Tell your bozos in the t-shirts to go home. This is the real deal."     Jubilee clears her throat to get everyone's attention. Her back-up plan is to slooooooowly open the plastic flap that keeps her vintage Trapper Keeper closed, forcing everyone to hear the terrible sound of Velcro from 1989. She starts plucking papers from inside, several copies of each, and holds them out for the group to take one and pass them around. "Get a good look, people," she says, addressing these would-be vampire hunters like she's Elliot Ness handing out pictures to the Untouchables. "This is it. This is why we're here. Pay dirt. Memorize that." It's a picture of a coffin with the Getty Images watermark going across the middle.     "And this one. Be on the lookout for this guy," Jubilee continues, shuffling through her copies of the papers going around. She holds up a picture of a guy with a humorless face and 16th century sense of style. "This is Aldebrant. Answers to Aldie. Hates it, though. Really hates it. We're BFF's...so he's off limits, okay? Seriously, you guys... I like Aldie."     Jubilee squints at Tabby's outfit, nearly upgrading it to a glare as she starts answering Monet's question with her ode to killing vampires. "Right...So, /obviously/ this is super awkward for me, so, listen up so I don't have to go through it again. For all you newbies, good news. Most of the stuff from the movies works!" Jubilation gestures to Monet. "Off-with-the-head works, usually, but they didn't have machetes at Target. Sorry, Monet. But, fire's real bad news. The power of what's in those Super Soakers will compel them, too. Wooden stake to the heart..." She acts it out on herself with an imaginary stake, lolling her head to one side to pretend that she's dead-er. "...It's effective, but you gotta get it through the heart or else it's no sale! It's hard to get right, so maybe don't try it unless you're feeling super confident!"     Jubilee's enthusiasm fades a touch as Caleb pulls up in his Dodge and hears her whole vampires-are-real-and-this-is-how-you-kill-us speech...a total betrayal of like five vampire laws. After Tracey, her busy-body voters, Tabby's buckles, Rogue's dog, and now the owner of a 1970 Dodge Challenger, Jubilation is completely off her game and nowhere near where she expected her speech to go. She looks over at Scott Summers and slumps her shoulders. "...This is what it's like to be around me, isn't it?" she mutters, finally realizing how exhausting it must be. Jubilee closes her eyes, leaves them closed for a solid five seconds, and then opens them. "We're going in that haunted house to get a coffin and there's vampires in there. If you wanna help, you can have a slice of pizza," she explains to Caleb, no longer bothering with the pomp and circumstance of her speeches and detailed preparation.
Jubilation Lee	"They know my scent, so I'm not going in. And the house is a little haunted, so don't be going off on your own. Take a peek at this map I got from the Corey's. All the main things are marked. The endless hallway is a trip. Bottom floor bathroom might have a little Bloody Mary action going on. The coffin should be somewhere near the parlor with the talking paintings but one always lies!" Jubilee starts going faster, gesturing to the hand-drawn Home Alone style crayon map of the house on the table.     "Whoever brings back the coffin gets a hundred tickets! But, don't give up if that's not you!" Jubilation bounces up and down a little, gesturing to a big plastic bin of knick-knacks and prizes people can buy with their tickets. "Fifty tickets to whoever can come back with the deed to the house. It's still mine, after all! And five tickets for every feral vampire you kill!" She gestures to the house, shooing the group onward before making a point to hold out one of her goodie bags for Caleb to take if he decides to go in with the others.     Jubilee hesitates, realizing that she left one very important loose end still loose. "Leave the house as best you can, Tabby!" Jubilation shouts, hoping her voice travels. "I wanna put it on the market once this is all over!"
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would shrug over, "So we're going to work up a body count then until they yield what is requested." Alternatively they just kill everyone.. Past undeath. "So is that your plan, Ms. Lee?" Other htan ALdie, are they supposed to leave any of them un-alive? Or is it mostly hoped for that the locals will after a few dustings will not particularly fight back on the point?     The Fleeb gets a glance over from Monet as she would speak up, "Do remember one thing in this scenario." She would speak over.     "You don't have to be the fastest to get away and survive here. You just have to not be the slowest." SHe would quip while listening attentively over to Jubilee speak on the plan. If there's goin to be one piece of pizza given out per staking, then the leaders will be Tabitha and Noriko. Tabitha for having powers that lend themselvesmostly to this, Noriko for being very, very fast and having the experience already when it comes to giving out large shocks.     Then squinting her eyes, "Are you trying to run a vaudeville carnival, Ms. Lee? You're supposed to wear a suit and top hat in that case."
Scott Summers	"You're a perfectly delightful young woman, Jubilee," Scott says in a complete deadpan without looking up from the kit, despite being less than a decade older than her. "I will say," he adds, looking up from the kit and asking an eye around the place, "I don't sanction killing anyone. As far as we're aware, these are unfortunate people who aren't as in control of their faculties as you are. So, I'll ask that you take that into consideration ... " Through the visor he wears, Scott casts a wary eye over the gathered group of vampire hunters. He spots Tracy and offers her a nod. "Good to see you, Tracey."
Tabitha Smith	"It's Monet Jubes, of course she's confident." Tabby teases to the Monegasque woman. The swag bag set to hang... somewhere on her person. Buckles seem top be a good place. "Aldie, wasn't he one of the douchebags from when they tried to marry you off?" that's probably going to be someone she won't remember to not kill or not. "Alright, no exploding the whole place. You should ask Harry where he gets all his materials for renovating the Hideaway so you might get a deal when ya ready to flip it." she suggests. Practical. "Scott, they tried serving us as party favors and a buffet. They see us as food. And mutants as spoiled food. If they ain't following rules the Duchess laid out. Then screw 'em. You got an infestation, you bomb the pests."
Rogue	Rogue and Jeepers step off toward the table, where the Belle accepts the paper that Jubilee hands her. She's reading it over, while listening to the others speak, whilst Jeepers pulls a piece of pizza off a plate that was low enough for him to reach. Dropping it on the ground, the dog begins scarfing it down while his Lady just reads over the info on the paper. A moment later, and Rogue looks up toward the arrivals. She doesn't know Caleb, but she does know Tracy and she shoots the girl a smile. "Hey, Trace. Nice t'see ya. I re-tweeted a few of your election posts, tryin' t'help boost ya." She says in a cheery way, before she shoots Jubilee an apologetic look. Rogue's eyes move around to look at the others, before she just considers the house. She places the paper against her hip with one hand, while she holds the dog leash in the other. "Jubes. If ya got squatters in there, I can just go in by myself, and get them outta there... Don't gotta make a big theater show about it." She offers, as she sets the paper down, and tugs on the dog's leash. Jeepers, having finished his slice of pizza, was peeing on one of the statues in the yard, until his leash was tugged. He drops his leg and starts to once again trot alongside Rogue as she walks toward the home's front porch. She smiles to Scott. "I won't kill no one either."
Jean Grey	"Why am I here?" Although Tracy's voice may suggest a touch of indignation, up close, Noriko can see the gleam in her eyes. Pure deadly instinct. This is all performance, and they've stumbled into her trap! "I'm glad you asked that. 'Why am I here?' It's a good question. Because I believe in our civic duty, Noriko. That's what I learned at Xaviers, from great teachers like Professor Xavier and Mr. Summers." Yes she sees him there! HI SCOTT. Meanwhile, Jean doesn't rate a mention... She continues her oratory: "They taught us that the most important thing is to leave this world a better place than we found it. And that's something I believe in. So I'm taking action." And here, she steps aside, executing a deft turn to face her gathered supporters. "Alongside all these brave citizens, who have lived far too long beneath the shadows of a terrible INFESTATION. These are good people, hard-working men and women who just want to live in peace. Like me, they believe in the law, in the system. In America." She really has turned this into a full-bore campaign speech, obviously only barely listening to any objection raised. "But they also understand that those laws weren't written with the undead in mind. There are far too many loopholes. They're -frustrated.-" And here, again, she executes a deft turn, rhetorical and physical alike, back toward Jubilee. "I know we've had our differences, Jubilation. And I regret that. I truly do. Maybe if I'd reached out, if you'd had friends like I did, you could have avoided all of this. But I'm here now. To help. And so are these people. Can you really send them away?" The intonation is just perfect. "It looks like you have a lot of ground to cover. And we can help with that. Let us HELP you, Jubilation." One of her mob is admiring a holy water super-soaker. "I shoot deer on my property all the time. Can't be any trickier to hit than that." Lovely. Also, SCOTT HAS NOTICED HER. "Mr. Summers! It's great that you're here. And... I wouldn't worry about all of that stuff. These are definitely the bad, BAD kind of Vampires. They've been terrorizing this community. I'm sure you'll see that." That is immediately echo'd by cheers and chants from the crowd. 'Bloodsuckers!' 'Monsters!' No way this can go totally wrong...
Noriko Ashida	"Oh they're pretty partial to mutant blood snacks.  I don't think they see us as spoiled," Noriko chimes in after Tabby.  When Noriko catches ROGUE'S BETRAYAL and look Jubes' way, she just shakes her head silently in disappointment. "Why does everyone want to ruin the game?!  Stop being a pooper," Noriko directs to Rogue, not quite completing the idiom correctly and she knows it, but she doesn't know what's wrong and just owns it. The speedster might have something to say about the ethical quandary around putting feral vampires out of their misery, but Tracy just keeps talking, and talking, and talking.  Noriko physically gags. "Wow, the utter trash that comes out of your mouth.  Jubes didn't 'end up' this way; she /is/ this and there's nothing wrong with that.  Besides, if her friends, which she definitely has, had been with her while she was /on the job/ making the delivery on which she got turned, they all would have died."  Her stiff proper English marks her out as a non-native. Noriko steps forward.  "Helping out of frustration isn't helping Trace.  Go back to your campaign office.  We don't need your help, or your lackeys.  You are literally putting civilians in harm's way."
Caleb Dykstra	"...One slice of pizza?" He looks at the pizzas at the table as he hears what's at stake (holding out the pun jar right now!). "Pretty small gain, for just a pizza slice, no?" He takes the bag, and walks out of the car. He reaches for the trunk, and opens it. The back's clearly been customized to hold a small arsenal inside, from shurikens, throwing knives, improvised armor plates, a few explosive pellets, guns, swords... guns modified to include blades in their handles, flares, tube lights... "Look, I'm not a vampire hunter, okay?" He looks at Jubes, "And my apologies that we got off on the wrong foot, but I seen vampires doing their shit before, and I got defensive when my kid sister was around when we first met." He adds, "But, I susrvive an encounter, I like to prepare." He points at some of his arsenal. "Maybe I got some better things here, stuff you didn't consider before." He looks at the people here gathered. "But, I'll want them back when this shindig is done." He looks at the crowd that's cheering and chanting, and blinks. He looks at the head vampire hunter, then back to them, then back to her. He approaches her and discretely asks, "Not to rain on your parade, but... They do know which point of the stake they're supposed to stab a vampire with, right?"