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Blue Man Group
What? They're both blue. And they're in a group.
Dramatis Personae Kurt, Hank
In Absentia	2013-05-28 Kurt and Hank make plans for the upcoming community service field trip
Location <XS> Teacher's Lounge - B1
Running a school for mutant teenagers just taking control of their powers is not an easy job, and the teachers at Xavier's deserve a place to come and relax. This lounge is their place to come and de-stress, and it does not skimp for relaxation. The room is elegant and luxurious, plush couches making up the seating in the lounge and a glossy glassy bar wrapping around one wall, well-stocked with alcohol (and perpetually fresh-brewed coffee, for those so inclined. A large-screen high-def television hangs on one wall, stocked with about as many movies and games as the childrens' rec room upstairs. High bookshelves hold a wealth of books. The fridge here is always well stocked, and the cook is always willing to make deliveries down to this level. Far in the back, a hot tub is submerged into the floor, for still more unwinding. NOTE: Students are not allowed in the Teacher's Lounge at ANY time.** It's mid morning and apparently Hank doesn't have any labs to teach today. He's the only one in the teacher's lounge, with some rocking seventies funk blasting through the speakers. Hank is here in his khakis, button up shirt, and lab coat of course, but he also has a bottle of root beer in one hand, and he's doing this strange, Bill Cosby-esque shuffling dance over by the controls to the sound system. Shake it, Hank! Enter Nightcrawler. This time he uses the door, which may just be for politeness' sake. Given his attire, it's likely he has been holding his classes outdoors today, which is not at all a strange thing when it comes to Kurt Wagner. His jersey-style t-shirt displays a picture of a man being abducted by a UFO and advises "Belive in yourself...and aliens." Given the contents of his /hands/, Kurt has designs on stealing a few moments to snack before he has to go back to the classroom. But here is Hank dancing like Bill Cosby and Kurt pauses for a moment, blinking, his food in both hands. Slowly but slowly he starts to bring his tail around to try and snag his phone out of his shorts pocket... Jig. Jive. Shuffle, shuffle. Hank is seriously enjoy his moment away from class. His back is to the door, and music is loud enough that he apparently has not heard his colleague enter. He's just... getting down. Eventually his favorite song winds to a close, and he reaches to adjust the volume back down, but it may be too late at this point. There may already be Evidence. This might be the only opportunity anyone ever has to see Kurt Wagner quite so /still/. Well aware that the slightest motion might give him away, he's motionless except for his tail. It worms his smartphone out of his pocket and sweeps the screen unlocked, bringing it around to take a few seconds of video of the spectacle as surrepitously as he can manage. When it looks like Hank might find him out, Kurt hastily puts a stop to his spy games, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "Well, I would clap, but as it is my hands are full..." He says by way of announcing himself. Hank's eyes go wide and his blue face takes on the slightest purply tone. Red + blue makes purple! He just smiles, sighs and shakes his head. "Guten tag, mein freund. You caught me." Hank grins and takes a swig from his root beer. "I'm glad we ran into each other though, embarrassing anecdotes aside." "Well, I have now one point in my favour which I may use to start counterbalancing every moment you have found me reciting the lines of anything Herr Flynn has done, or trying to untangle myself from one acrobatic mishap or another." Kurt laughs easily, his fangs showing as Hank seems to blush a little. The elf finds a seat at the would-be bar to perch, feet on the highest rung of the stool, and start to stir his oatmeal up. "Or even just as a counterpoint to how rude a thing I was when I first arrived from Florida. I am always pleased to see you, Hank, but I gather perhaps there was something specific you wanted to talk about?" Hank nods and bows, conceding the point to Kurt. He sets his root beer on the 'bar', wipes the condensation off his hands onto his coat, and picks up his xTab which was already sitting there. He starts swiping to find something, but asks without looking up, "I trust you've heard about the disaster nearby in poor old Grover's Mill?" "Ja, I do watch quite a bit of television." Kurt says, as if that makes sense in context until he explains, "This includes the news. This is where the mysterious sinkholes have happened, yes? The schools and many of the businesses have collapsed into the ground quiet suddenly?" Oatmeal and heated fruit-scents now released into the air, Kurt takes the next spoonful actually into his mmouth, looking up at Hank as if for confirmation. Hank nods, expounding on Kurt's point further. "Yes exactly, except, the destruction pattern is /most/ remarkable..." Hank trails off and finally 'ahs' when he gets what he wants on screen. He makes a flicking motion and the huge flatscreen behind the bar displays satellite imagery of the damaged town. "See there?" Hank asks, pointing out details, "The schools, and main street - everything /except/ the hospital. Furthermore, it happened at night, when hardly anyone was around. There are a few missing persons cases still open, but this is beyond natural phenomena, mein freund, ja?" "Hmm." Kurt says as he looks at the data that Hank has pulled up on the little screen. He takes three or four bites of his oatmeal before drawing the inevitable conclusion outloud; "Someone has done this intentionally. And, I dare say, with a great deal of finesse, look at that precision. If this was a mutant, we are most likely looking at an experienced one--I know my power is not so destructive but I certainly did not have that level of accuracy with it when I was young. If this had been a manifestation, the entire area would be leveled, nicht wahr?" "My assessment, exactly." Hank takes turns gesturing, zooming on different aspects of the destruction. Where did he get access to a /satellite/ anyway? "My biggest concern is that we're looking for a frightened, hurt mutant out there somewhere. We can't tell the students the details of course, but I think we ought to take a group out to the site. We can tell the students they'll be doing community service, which Grover's Mill badly needs, of course, and some of us can take a closer look 'under the surface' so to speak." Hank sighs and sets his tab down. "I wish we could just do a fly over with the sensors in the Jet, but well..." He trails off. No one has to explain why they can't just fly their super-secret jet right on top of a media-storm on publicity mountain. Kurt looks at the detail for a few moments longer, his tail twitching against the barstool he crouches on. "They are clever, they will figure it out quickly. But that aside...I agree this is an excellent idea, but are you certain that you and I are the best choices for chaperones? After all, the media will be everywhere, and..." The German's free hand gestures to his own torso briefly, and Hank will almost certainly catch his meaning. After all, for all that he's made an incredible amount of progress in the last two years since having been kept in his cage--he still isn't comfortable looking like himself in public, much elss a place where there will be a lot of media. "I would so hate to be fined for having such a handsome face." Hank nods and raises a reassuring hand. "Agreed, we're on the same page actually. I was planning on Aloke, Jean and Scott being the face of our cleanup crew. I was hoping you would join me on a more... in depth exploration of the site." A flick, and the image on screen takes on splotchy red tones. "Thermal imaging indicates there are still significant pockets and caverns adjacent to the collapsed sections, still not discovered by clean up crews. I thought perhaps you could 'do that voodoo that you do'," Hank quotes with a sly grin, "And get us a closer look." There is a brief tmp-tmp sound as Kurt's tail flicks with enough energy to strike the bar behind him. He looks at the screen, and back up to Hank, his expression suddenly grim. "I cannot jaunt to a place I have never seen, it could...end up messily, for the both of us. If there is a way for us to see where we are going? Ja, I can do it. If there is not..." He spreads the hand not holding his bowl of oatmeal in an almost helpless gesture. "Ah yes!" Hank says, remembering something. "I recalled something about this aspect of your ability. Would a live video feed sufficient? I have a tiny drone I could send in which could broadcast to us in the van." "Ja, it is possible in extreme emergencies but I prefer not to take the risk. Yes! A video feed would be perfect." The concern washes away from Kurt's face a moment later, expression brightening. "Although I warn you, the van will get very smelly if I am bamfing in and out of it regularly." "Well, I wouldn't be much of a scientist if I let a little odor stand in the way of discovery, would I?" Hank smiles and shuts down the TV and his tab. "Alright, well I'll inform the other faculty of the plan, just so they know. But nothing further has happened of note there since the collapse, so I posit the whole thing was something of a 'farewell' gesture. We shall see!"