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Rogue	When Carol came a calling at Xaviers School, with an intent to return a borrowed item of clothing from Rogue, she'd run in to someone upstairs who'd said they'd seen Rogue down in the X-Men lounge. Carol, having authority and access clearance to access the lounge, would have no trouble taking the lift down to find the Belle. The X-Lounge, situated just a small distance from the entrance to the Blackbird hangar, is a place for the X-Men to relax without the troubles of students at the school getting in the way, or pestering the teachers-- or general adults-- of the X-Men. It is always nice to have a place to actually unwind from the angst and drama of teenagers,afterall. The television in the lounge is on, playing some streaming show that Rogue has been meaning to catch up on, while the Belle herself is playing a bit of pool. Dressed in her green and gold bodysuit, though the suit is off her upper body and rolled down around her waist, bunched up over her leather belt strapped around her hips, the Southern gal is wearing a black tanktop and her tall yellow boots, gently scuffed after a recent mission. The sound of billiard balls clacking together heralds the activity inside the lounge, as Rogue makes a shot, then proceeds to step around the table, her eyes on the tv screen, watching the action of some high octane fight unfolding upon the large screen mounted to the northern wall of the room.
Carol Danvers	With such important, invaluable and iconic cargo to bring, Carol couldn't show up in anything less than full costume to make her delivery. Or, more likely, she just figured there's no way she's going to get up to Westchester, connect with Rogue, and get back to the Avengers mansion without someone demanding a fight, or some disaster that needs her intervention. But she does do her best to stride with the casual confidence of a Carol Danvers, and not the powerful, focused stride of a Captain Marvel. Of course, she wasn't expecting to catch Rogue with that suit zipped down and hanging around her waist, while she shows off those fine fine pool shark skills. Fortunately, Rogue's distracted. So Carol has time to compose herself in the doorway and lean against the frame casually , holding Rogue's iconic bomber jacket up, two fingers hooked into the collar before Carol purses her lips and blows out a little low-high whistle and grins broadly, "What? Couldn't find anyone to sucker in and pool shark so you're just playing with yourself?" Phrasing, Carol. Phrasing!
Rogue	Rogue had her back to the door on the western wall of the room, or at least the majority of her left shoulder was aimed at the doorway. Her eyes were faced toward the tv, and thus Carol got a moment to just watch the brown and white haired woman lean against the table whilst viewing the wild action on the screen. The whistle, the words, the voice all gave away quickly who'd just found the Belle, and with a look over her shoulder, Rogue's green eyes found Carol. She brought up a smile, as she turned around to face the other woman, holding her jacket up like that. "And here I thought you'd take it forever, just to send me a message'a some kind." She fires back in her naturally husky voice as she sets the pool cue down, and steps over toward Carol at a casual pace. She reaches out for the leather jacket, accepting it, standing just before the good Captain, while she examines it in a feigned attempt to question Carol's ability to keep her jacket in good condition. Hell she often has to get it repaired from her own ability to achieve that goal. Giving the garment a light pat with a gloved hand, Rogue looks back up to Carol, and still smiles toward her. "With my mutation, ya know I prepared myself to be playing alone for life." She fired back, taking a subtle advantage of that alley-oop. "Did ya have fun?" She asks of the borrowing of the jacket. "Do I get pics?"
Carol Danvers	Carol mock flinches as Rogue turns her head and smiles, free hand giving a playful little shake, "Whoawhoa! Turn the smolder down, 'sugah'! Jeeze. You /sure/ you aren't planning some kinda calendar shoot? Wait... maybe it was /Janet/ who was planning that..." She makes a show of frowning in thought and then grins broadly, "Hey! Listen, last thing I need to be doing is keeping your coat forever as some kinda object lesson, and then I tick you off, and I ruin all our bonding and friendship, and like... we wind up causing some kinda fight between the super teams and stuff! I'm /responsible/ nowadays..." Her eyes narrow and she huffs, "Responsible enough not to take that many pictures! I mean, you can totally see like... one of my shoulders and a bit of profile in that one picture of Janet that's blowing up online." She pauses for a long moment, "Well, the original of it. But like, it's been cropped and reuploaded so many times that it's pretty much just a zoomed in shot of her caboose now. It's like the size of the moon." She snorts out and snickers, sighing out and narrowing her eyes, "Well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect and all." She perks her eyebrows up and smiles all the wider, "But seriously, how's it going you old so and so? I mean, aside from catching up on your shows and playing pool." And then she seems to realize she never answered Rogue's question, "Oh! It was pretty fun. Kinda hectic, lots of people around I didn't really recognize... so, y'know... usual Janet party. I'll totally send you a link to my photo gallery. You gotta see DinoThor."
Rogue	What Carol states back has Rogue holding her happy expression, as she folds the jacket to let it hang over her wrists in front of her lap. "Ya better." She fires back, that smolder only turned down a little, maybe. She turns again toward the north, this time walking over to the sofa to set the jacket a-draped across the back of it, as she turns then to use it to lean back against now, her hands going out on either sides of her to support her as she leans. "I wish I coulda gone. I never get to go to random socialite parties like that. I feel like I'm not allowed in such fancy places. What with bein' just a gal from a place with three bowlin' alleys and no five star restaurants..." She states in a playfully coy style before shaking her head from side to side. "But, maybe that kinda high society life style ain't for me anyway." Holding that smirk a moment longer, she glances to her left toward the pool table, before back toward Carol. "I gotta do security duty tonight, so I am just killin time in here before I am sitting on the monitors all night. We want eyes on the property, cause somethin' has been killin' animals out there that isn't named Wolverine." She draws in a light breath, and upnods toward Carol. "I'm good, otherwise, and ya better send me that link." She states with a grin firmly attached to her request. "What about you? Hows Avengin' going? They got any slots open on that team roster for a gal like me? I need me some more star power in this world... My 'Mighty Woman' side gig is only doin' so much for me and my social media cred."
Carol Danvers	Carol grins crookedly and bobs her head, "Hey, pool and bowling and like... half price wing Wednesdays are way more relaxing than fancy parties anyhow." She pauses for a long moment, "I mean, not that I think I /couldn't/ convince Shulkie to show up to wing night in that Sexy Statue of Liberty getup..." Her brow furrows as she clearly plots out how she might get that done. And then her eyes snap up and narrow, "Welllll.... careful, or next time? I'll drag you along with me. I mean, I think she's planning to do parties on the regular again. Don't know if they'll all be /fancy/ parties, but I bet they'll be fun and I will drag you out to one of them so help me god." Her eyebrows lift high and her lips twist slightly into what's near a frown, "That's not good... is it uhh... whatshisname? Big blonde Wolverine? You know, the angrier killier one?" Her shoulders shrug helplessly. What? She's not gonna bother to memorize Sabretooth's name! She laughs out and grins broadly, "I mean, hey, I dunno about the Avengers, but if you already handle monitor duty here, I bet I could put a word in with the League. Instead of sitting around in a cool high tech basement staring at screens for eight hours, maybe I could get you some shifts sitting around looking at computers on the /Moon./ ...I mean, also, you can always swing by my place at the Avengers mansion." Her shoulders shrug lightly, "Or drop by the farm again! I'm thinking of getting a horse. Finally actually get the barn being used again."
Rogue	There comes a grin gracing Rogue's visage as Carol suggests dragging Rogue along to the next socialite thing. "Jean an' I hit up some pretty fancy parties when we were breezin' through Europe back in January. Closest I've come t'feelin' like a proper important person." She states all of this, perhaps playing up the victim of her own lifestyle a bit much, but she's a playful kind of girl afterall. She shakes her head side to side at the mention of the Moon watching, and as she pushes off of the sofa, she wanders toward the kitchen area on the southern side of the room. "I don't do space. You know this. It's why you always run up there when you're tryin' to get away from me." She fires back as she walks past Carol again, smiling at her once more in that smoldery way as she goes. Stepping in to the kitchen, Rogue gathers up a glass, and glances over her shoulder again at Carol. "Want somethin' to drink? Apple juice, maybe? Since you're a borin' goody two-shoes hero type?" She teases as she pulls open a cabinet full of all manner of bottles of all manner of drinks. "I'd be more than happy to help you get that dusty ol' barn horse ready. I told ya that whole place reminds me of my aunt's house back in Mississippi. Makes me feel at home just bein' there... which is funny, since all I wanted to do was run away from the damn place while I was actually livin' there." She mutters the last part as she goes about pouring herself a drink. "Aunt Carrie had a couple horses though, and takin' care'a them was one'a the highlights, for sure."
Carol Danvers	Carol snickers softly and winks, "Hey, you are a /very/ important person, lady! You just don't own enough tiaras is all. Buy some tiaras and I bet you'll be showing up at all the fancy parties, becoming an all-star media darling!" She sighs out and rolls her eyes half-heartedly, like she knows Rogue's just playing up that sweet southern farm girl angle, but she's not gonna argue it! And as Rogue moves towards the kitchen, Carol unwinds from leaning in the doorway to follow along, "Hey! I go into space because people need help and I am in fact /very/ helpful. Besides, the Moon isn't space, it's the Moon! It barely counts!" She gasps and plants her hands on her hips, cocking them, "What?! Me? A goody two-shoes? I mean, if you have like... root beer?" So much more wild and daring than apple juice! She smiles, warm, genuine and sighs out a slow breath. "Well, seriously. Drop by. I've done some work on the interior too. I got a line on some free paint so I've been updating it from nineteenth to twentieth century. Also? I know how to make banana bread /real/ good now." She shakes her head slowly, "Had to bake a loaf up for Kara, poor gal got dumped. Which... I mean, I wouldn't think anyone would want to dump Su- uhh... such a super girl."
Rogue	Rogue returns a big smirk at Carol when the Moon is labeled as such. It is a big thing within the X-Men, most of them knowing that the Belle can't stand going in to space, and often claims that she thinks they're actually in the Danger Room, and that everyone is just pulling her leg! Truth is, however, space scares the Hell out of her, and she likes being in the atmosphere of her own planet and little else beyond that. "Root beer..." She states as she steps over to the fridge, pulling the silver door open she peers inside it at the soda shelf. She leans down, reaches in, and snatches one off a six pack of them, and when she straightens up, she peers at it. "Kurt or Hank buys this, I bet..." She mutters before stepping over toward Carol and offering her a icy cold can of A&W, while she holds a glass of whisky for herself. "Kara?" She asks. "Supergirl?" She knows her... because she absorbed her too, once, but for very different reasons. "How is she doin'? Been a long time now since I had to put her to sleep..." She mutters, as she leans against the bar counter on the edge of the kitchen. When she lowers her glass again, she exhales, with her free hand going up to brush some of her white locks out of her eyes. "She was on a rage rampage awhile back. She bent Monet up like a damn pretzel... Never really did learn what came'a that... But Jean put me out once I absorbed her, which was probably for the best at the time..."
Carol Danvers	Carol huffs softly and mumbles, "What? Root beer's good. All sweet and vanilla-y and sometimes a little licorice-y and it goes so good with ice cream and..." She quirks an eyebrow and reaches out to take the offered can and murmurs dryly, "Oh great, so now if one of them asks who drank their root beer, you can tell on me and then I've got to worry about an angry teleporter, or like... an email with a bunch of words I don't even recognize..." Not that it stops her from popping the can open and taking an all too happy sip. The being 'stolen' totally makes it better. And then as she swallows, her head bobs. "Yeah! The /other/ Danvers. She's..." She presses her lips in a thin line for a moment, clearly thinking about it, and sighs out. "I'm honestly not sure. She's... I think she's having trouble. Trying to be Kara Danvers, and not just... Kara Zor-El or whatever. And i don't know if I should try and get her to... be /more/ in touch with humanity, or just let her be herself, right?" She perks her eyebrows up, "Well, she must be doing better... I mean, she got broken up with by some guy, and all it did was make her drop by and eat banana bread, not like... throw a mountain into orbit. Gotta be a good sign, right? And... jeeze, yeah, that was probably a good idea on Jean's part. I mean, I think if I suddenly had even more power, and had the option of trying not to accidentally smash something, or taking a telepathic nap...? Yeah, totally nap time."
Rogue	The talk of angry root beer owners has Rogue smirking again, showing off just how much she doesn't fear either one of them. "I'll take care'a those two, don't you worry." She says in a coy sort of fashion before she tucks one hand under her drink holding arm, crossing her forearm across her stomach. She takes another sip of her glass as Carol speaks further, with regard to Kara, and with a little nod she sets her glass down on the counter beside her. "I only retained bits an' pieces'a her persona in my head... But I saw enough to see she's a pretty good person at her core, even if I caught her on a really bad day... But she definitely finds this world to be weird, that much I can still feel strong like a deep fingerprint inside my mind..." She frowns for a brief moment, especially considering she's talking to the woman who she pulled more from than anyone else she has to-date. "That said, I did enjoy the skirt fixation she gave me for awhile... Them skirts aren't ideal for a school teacher though." Rogue flashes a small grin. She reaches for her glass again, and raises it up to her lips, but pauses before she takes another sip. "Now I want banana bread..." After her sip; is had, she takes in a sudden small breath through her nose. "Been in any big fights lately? I figured you were helping the Wonder folks out at their crazy ass space port place in the ocean." She glances at the tv over Carol's shoulder, before regarding the blonde haired woman again. "They make me go out there t'get on our own space ship. That place feels like a giant target for trouble, if ya ask me..."
Carol Danvers	Carol's eyes narrow, grazing up and down Rogue slowly, "Well, I always figured if it came down t'who could handle who, you'd be able to take care of either of them, or both... so alright, I'm gonna trust you to do that if they get mad about this!" She lifts her can and sips again, slow and steady and then sighs out. "I mean, to be fair... the world's pretty weird, so..." She shrugs helplessly and then snickers out softly, "Yeah yeah, probably caused a dip in the grading curve, right?" She sighs and points a finger, "Fine, you're flying to my place this weekend. Saturday or Sunday, you pick, and I'll make sure to have a fresh loaf, some softened butter... you like chocolate chips in it? Or walnuts?" And then she's shaking her head, "Nah, I mean, I got a little tangled up in whatever that kerfuffle with HYDRA attacking the UN was. Not actually at the UN, but they set a bunch of trains to crash into each other." She shrugs and huffs out a breath, "Basically just had to melt some train engine wheels and make them stop without like... flipping over."
Rogue	Rogue just softly laughs at the command to arrive. "Saturday, prolly can." She fires back. "And chocolate without nuts." She states, chasing it with a grin as she takes another sip of her drink. The talk of the grading curve just has her grin, but not comment, as she knows her students all too well. "I heard about the UN stuff... but I've been avoidin' Manhattan for a bit. Had a run-in with a man drivin' a giant spikey wheel right down Midtown back in... god... December? That idiot sapped my energy for goin' in to the crazy city for awhile. I should get back at it, though, as it seems like the crazy assholes are gettin' more violent with every year gone by..." She takes in a deep breath, and steps away from the counter, moving past Carol's right side as she walks back toward the pool table. "You wanna play some pool, or you gotta hit the road?" She asks. "you're welcome t'stick around and keep me company durin' camera duty. Maybe we can find out it is Sabretooth out there, an' go tag team him, leave him regrettin' ever snoopin' around our property." The Belle says in that sassy style, as she sets her glass down on a side table, before grabbing her pool cue from the green felt topped table she'd left it on.
Carol Danvers	Carol follows in Rogue's wake and hums out softly, "Well! You need to get your city legs back. Drop in and remind everyone just how mighty you are!" She grins broad and snickers softly, "Plus, I mean, c'mon, pizza! You probably haven't had a /really/ good slice of pizza, or a /really/ bad hot dog since December then." She drains the last of her can onf root beer and tilts her head back, mouth open, tapping the bottom of the can just to show she's made sure to drain every drop before her eyes blink open again, "Oh! I'll totally hang out. I mean, seems a little unfair if it /is/ him for him to have to try and handle both of us.... but like, that's the entire point of heroes teaming up, right? Being hilariously unfair to the ne'er-do-wells?" Carol leans against the pool table and looks down at it, eying the lay of the balls, "But I'm not betting money against you if we start playing pool. Just because Janet invites me to her fancy costume parties doesn't mean I've got 'Try to beat Rogue at pool' money."
Rogue	Rogue uses her pool cue to balance herself, as she crosses her left ankle over against her right, whilst her right hand presses to her hip. She stares at Carol finishing off that can of root beer, a big grin showing on her dusky red hued lips. When its drained, and the comment about betting on pool is declared, Rogue is quick to shake her head side to side, causing the whites of her bangs to wave gently. "No bettin, just a friendly game. Maybe two." She states, as she moves again, now going to reset the table for a fresh start. "Besides, I like havin' ya around. I can't go makin' you avoid me cause you owe me an arm an' a leg in pool debt." She says, now laughing softly as she gathers the balls up out of the various pockets she'd dropped them. "Once we're on security duty though, you can show me these pictures of you an' all your high society friends. I need to see how they reacted to you in my jacket!" She states with earnest, as she garners the table triangle to gather the balls within, rolling them around whilst she lines them up in the proper place. The Belle straightens up again, pulling the wooden triangle off of the pyramid of pool balls, and motions to them. "I'll even let ya break..." She says over the table to the other woman, beaming a bright smile toward her.