Owner	Pose
Negasonic	"I don't know what's lamer. Negasonic Teenage Warhead, when I'm about to be twenty, or that that pink-haired guy goes by 'Kid Omega' still," says Negasonic. She was hanging on her phone, dressed to the nines - that is to say, black leather jacket, band shirt, spikes galore, big belt, and the stompiest boots this side of stompsville. She had her phone out, and was posted up against the window, occasionally glancing outside at the hated sun as she texts away. Ideally, she was studying for a class. Unideally - she was hanging out with Talia. And texting all the while. "What does he do, anyways?"
Talia Wagner	Talia Wagner is not a student. She just lives here. She's got some years on the high school students, but that also means she can help with homework. Sometimes. "Quentin," Talia replies softly. "Is a very powerful psychic. Like, nearly Jean Grey powerful, I think." She shrugs, not being entirely sure. "I don't remember him from home, and I don't see him much around here." Is Talia texting? No. Worse. She's playing CANDY CRUSH.
Quentin Quire	How's the old saying go? Speak of the devil and he shall appear? Must be it, because just as Ellie shifts the topic of gossip onto Quentin and his interesting choice of monikers, he wanders into the library, surrounded by a gaggle of the younger students. 'Bling says you're full of shit, Quentin!' one of the younger students is saying, backed up by a few of his peers. 'That she wasn't here for your party.' Quentin scoffs at the young student, "Bling wasn't even there last night. But Wonder Woman totally was." he's boasting over the semi-rumor running like wildfire through the school. That Quentin managed to get Diana Prince, the actual honest to Hera Wonder Woman, to show up for the kegger he threw last night. "Everyone saw her."
Negasonic	Ellie was doing more than texting, of course. She was trolling. On X, on Insta, and on Reddit all at the same time, a constant and steady stream of aggravation that she was sending out into the interwebs. "Well, f***," she says. "Maybe that's how he got Wonder Woman to go to his..." she lifts her chin. Speak of the devil... "Hey," says the still-Teenage Warhead. "Quentin," she says. "You actually get Wonder Woman to go to your party? How'd you do it?" she calls out to him. "Mindwipe her or something? Gonna get the Justice League to carpet bomb this place?"
Talia Wagner	Talia double takes as Quentin arrived. Did he read their minds from across the grounds? Did he?! She frowns a little, wondering. Her glowing yellow eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. And she loses her Candy Crush level. Swearing under her breath, she looks back up, tail lashing like an irritated cat.
Quentin Quire	He may very well have. He's not rumored to be on par with Jean Grey for nothing. Quentin looks up from the gaggle of equally enamoured and exasperated students as he struts around like the big man on campus he feels he is. "Ellie, Talia..." Quentin answers as he attention is drawn towards the pair "studying" by the windows. "Yes, she was here last night, and without any sort of mindwipe or posthypnotic suggestion, blackmail or nothin'..." he replies, the boast obvious in his tone of voice. "Ask Doug, he was there too." he adds, as the gathered younglings argue quietly amongst themselves over whether Quentin's full of it. "Rogue too." Plastering on a grin that he thinks passes as charming as he approaches the actually-teenaged Warhead and the time-displaced teleporter. "No lie, commented on one of her IG stories inviting her to come on down." Which Ellie will probably know as total bullshit, since the legit Wonder Woman doesn't have any socials. Or maybe even a smartphone.
Negasonic	"Negasonic," Ellie corrects, drawing her eyes from her phone to level on Quentin. Black painted lips, broken up with a silver lip ring, twist into mild disdain. "Okay, you went too far. Wonder Woman isn't on Insta," she says. "I'm not sure they even have internet in Amazonialand," she says, with a roll of her eyes. One of Talia's tail lashes threatened to bop against her, and with the dexterity of a drunken cat, she leans out of the way, glaring at that briefly. "Seriously, /Kid Omega/," she says, her voice thick with that sardonic tone. "... you got enough going for you already. You don't gotta make shit up," she says. "Liked a lot of what you did, anyways," she says. "So don't get lame."
Talia Wagner	Talia's gaze flickers between Nega and Quentin, the conflict thick. She does nothing to slow it down, either. Because it's entertaining. "I dunno," she says, frowning in thought. "She could have been here. Maybe. Maybe Amazonland is gonna start speaking for Mutant rights. Maybe she was bored? I dunno what Wonder Woman does for fun."
Quentin Quire	Quentin makes a shushing noise at Negasonic, since we're using our made up names, but the damage is done. Whispers ripple outwards from Kid Omega & Negasonic, variations on the theme of Quentin being full of it or the biggest man on campus ever. "Fine, fine. I didn't tag her on Insta..." he admits with a sigh "..BUT she was still here..." he says, over the growing noise of discontent from the gaggle of students. "...and it was still worth it."
Negasonic	"Yeah, if you aren't bullshitting, and you kinda are..." Negasonic heaves a sigh. "... I mean, it'd be Wonder Woman, right? It's like... Superman showing up to your birthday party. Or Zeus or something. Who probably is a thing - I guess Thor is a thing, so maybe the Vikings were right all along," she says. "And I dunno. Does she have time for fun? Maybe she is on Insta all day long or something like that," she says, giving Talia's chair a little kick with her foot. Was the conflict thick? Negasonic was just being her usual charming self. She chooses a chair nearish Talia, sitting up straight in the seat. "Whatever. So anything else going on in your life besides keggers that the goddesses themselves attend?" she says, with that air of sarcasm that suggests she still didn't believe him. Even if it was true. "Been cooped up in here too long. Gonna get out and do somethin'. Sometime."
Talia Wagner	Talia wobbles exaggeratedly at the chair kick. She cheats with her perfect balance. She's in no danger of falling over. "Honestly," Talia says, thinking. "I bet she gardens." "I mean, if we have time for fun, I'm sure Wonder Woman does too." She shrugs a bit. Conflict might not have been the right word, but it wasn't really tension. Friction, maybe? "The weather's getting nicer. We should go do something, you're right."
Quentin Quire	Now it's just a matter of personal pride at stake. Quentin glances over his shoulder, finding the nearest computer study station and grabbing up the system in a telekinetic grip. "Here, I'll prove it..." he says, deftly disconnecting everything that needs to be disconnected before lifting the computer station over to a nearby table. "Watch..." he says as the computer reassembles itself and Quentin hunches over the keys. Somewhere along the way he picked up a decent set of technical capabilities, evident in how quickly he can get into the school's security system and bring up a few security camera feeds from the past evening. The various feeds track through at high speeds through the first part of the day, until it comes up on what Quentin is looking for. A black sedan is tracked pulling down the driveway and pulling up to the garage, and then Diana Prince and Zatanna Zatara climb out and are tracked walking up to the school, into the hall, and through down to the rec room. "Boom. Wonder Woman, at my party." he says as he steps back, making a grand gesture at the security feeds on screen. From what's shown on the security feeds, it seems like Diana was here looking for Jean Grey, as soon the Headmistress makes an appearance, and most of Diana's time at the school is spent talking with the telepath. "Keggers, celebrity stalking, sentinel stalking." he explains as he steps back and sits down on the edge of a table. The gathered younglings all oo and aa appropriate at the proof shown on the security feeds, before breaking up to go grab dinner or other such things.
Negasonic	Negasonic uses that time with Quentin fiddling around with the feeds and the insta to send a few scathing messages out over the phone. Playing with her lip ring with her upper lip, she narrows her eyes, tracking the feed, and seeing Diana and Jean Grey chatting it up. Her brows lift up in silent appreciation, but that might be all that Kid Omega gets out of her. She goes back to her texting. "Invite her again sometime. I wanna see her in person," she says, narrowing her eyes at Talia's chair as it wobbles a bit more. Was she going to reach out and stabilize it? Almost. But she stops, last moment. Of course Talia was goofing with her. She had the balance of a hundred cats! She slumps in her chair.
Talia Wagner	The balance of a hundred cats and the ability to stick to things. She's almost impossible to knock over. She turns to look at Ellie and smiles cheerily. Is she trolling a bit? Yes. She is her father's daughter, after all. Peering at the security feeds, her eyes widen. "Zatanna too?! I'm impressed. For real. Wish I would have gone, but, alas." She shrugs, peering at Quentin with some sass loaded. "There's always next time, right? You've gotta outdo yourself."
Quentin Quire	The feeds spool on until Diana and Zatanna depart the school, having completed whatever task they came here to perform in the first place. The kegger breaks up soon after. "Sure. Next one's gonna be a proper out-in-a-field-kegger though, once the snow clears up..." he gestures to the fields of snow covering the back lawns. "Without the headmistress showing up." Granted, he was the one that called her down after Diana said that she was looking for Miss Grey, but still. "You could always go into Salem Center, mess with the townies." he points out to Negasonic and Talia as they ponder making a break for it.
Negasonic	Negasonic soon loses interest in the feeds, at least, in favor for whatever was going on on her phone. Her thumb slides along it. But she uses the time to give a Look towards Talia at her troll. Shame on her. Even though Negasonic was the only underage one there... "Cool. I'll show up," she says. "That what you used to do?" she asks Quentin. "Before you got too old to?" she asks of him, her nose crinkling a bit as she looks up towards Quentin. "So why don't you come with then? Unless you think it'd just be sad," she says to him.
Quentin Quire	"Somethin' like that." Quentin replies as the question brings to mind his own misspent youth, raging against the system, starting riots, surviving Genosha. "...townies are always fun to mess with, no matter how old you are." As Negasonic extends the offer to join them to Quentin, he gives a grin. "I mean, why stop there? Head down into the City, find some skinhead EFF OH AECH drunks to mess with instead."
Talia Wagner	Talia tilts her head, thinking. "I don't think I've ever messed with a townie," she says, tapping her chin. "Like...it's never even crossed my mind!" She seems baffled by this. How can she have been here and not messed with the townies?
Negasonic	"It's settled then," says Negasonic. "We're going to go mess with the townies," says Negasonic. "And if we can find any friends of humanity in New fucking York, we can go all out," she says. "But they tend to keep their heads down and shit," she says. The shorn-headed woman glances up towards him, her jaw sticking out just a bit.