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Angel Eyes
Dramatis Personae Dani, Flicker, Jax
In Absentia	2016-01-28 "Maybe we should spike it."
Location <XS> Teachers' 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. More days than not, there's some variety of snacks to be found on perched on an end of the bar -- quite often in the form of fresh-baked desserts. It's early yet, breakfast underway somewhere upstairs and classes not yet begun for the day. The lounge smells of coffee, freshly brewed; on the bar there's a multi-tiered rack of cupcakes tucked at one end under a plastic dome lid, spiced chai flavoured. Jax has already been up for breakfast, judging by the nearly-empty plate in front of him, just some scraps of home fries left on his plate. He has a cup of coffee, also nearly empty, and though the faint scent of chlorine that clings to his skin suggests he's been for his morning workout in the pool neither the exercise nor the caffeine seems to have been much /help/ in waking him up. Sluggishly sleepy-eyed where he curls into an armchair, staring at a stack of greyscale drawings of -- /variable/ skill, some of them depicting the school though others show ruined buildings in Salem Center, a cabin in the forest, a skyscraper in the city. Staaare. A pencil of his own twirls between his fingers, restless. Taking full advantage of the loose faculty dress code, Dani wears a fitted buckskin vest and a long suede skirt that rides low on her hips. The skirt's extensive fringe-work dances around as she swings her hips. Her mocassin boots barely make more than a quiet padding sound as she slips into the teacher's lounge. "Morning, handsome," she offers innocently, with little to no actual flirtatious intent in her tone. She makes a beeline for where the mugs are stored and opts to use one with a large silver flying saucer on it. There's a flutter of movement, a ghosting silhouette through the room as Flicker -- freshly showered, now in khakis and a long-sleeved green polo -- drops down to plunk onto the arm of Jax's chair. Reaches forward, nabs a potato from his plate. "{Drawings aren't going to grade themselves, /Professor/. Hey, that one's actually pretty good.}" His Spanish words are probably far too bright and cheerful for Jax's early morning slump. His other hand, painted up in icy blue-white tones, lifts to waggle at Dani. "Mornin'!" Jax summons up a quick smile with this greeting, though doesn't manage to pull himself out of his slump in the comfortable armchair. At Flicker's arrival he only burrows deeper into it; at the other man's statement he only stares /more resolutely/ at the stack of papers. "Ain't like /I/ got a hard deadline. {What are the kids going to do if I turn them back a day later?} I have a meeting with Professor Summers soon I'll grade them during that." He pauses, stifles a yawn: "... Once the coffee's hit." A lime green tractor beam appears out of the alien craft on Dani's mug as she fills it with hot coffee. Puckering her lips and puffing at the steam that rises from it, she turns to observe the gentlemens exchange. Dani's eyebrows waggle in response to Flickers finger-waggle, in what has become her own ritual in-passing greeting. At the mention of Scott, the woman groans sympathetically, "You'll definitely need to bring something to do. That man could put ...a really awake person to sleep." Frowning at her own words, she taps the rim of her mug, "I'm gonna let this ...set in." "A meeting?" Flicker winces -- a moment later Jax's coffee mug is gone, whisked across the room where he is already snagging the coffeepot as Dani finishes filling her mug. Refilling Jax's for him. He adds a rather generous helping of sugar before walking the /normal/ way back across the room to set it down. "First thing in the morning, that's cruel. Tell me you're not in trouble. Well, again." "With the school? Naw. Don't got them no madder at me than usual." Jax's nose wrinkles, but when Flicker returns him /fresh/ coffee he does finally sit up, slowly, putting aside his papers and stretching. He unfolds his legs to the floor, leans forward to curl his hands around the warm mug with a grateful smile. "Dusk -- found some things. About Prometheus. I'm not in trouble, I just -- want advice." Dani shifts her eyes to Flicker in grim concern at Jax's revelation. She nudges her chin in the direction of the newly delivered cup of coffee and mumbles, "Maybe we should spike it." Flicker's eyes meet Dani's for a moment. Brows furrowing deep. His hand clenches down hard against his knee as he settles back on the arm of Jax's chair. "So. You're just. /Planning/ on being in trouble." There's a faint tightness at Jax's jaw, but his mouth curls back into a smile, a quick chuckle shivering through his shoulders. It fades shortly; for a moment there's a small wisp of shadow that curls around his arm before this fades, too. "Trouble's gonna /find/ us anyway. In my experience, it goes marginally better this way than the unplanned kind. I just..." His lips press together for a moment, head dipping to take a small sip of the coffee. "Hope if we do it right it'll be the last time, you know? That I gotta drag anybody back into..." "Yes, of course," Dani's sharp Native American features settle into a stern frown and remain that way. When Jax takes a sip of his coffee, she is reminded of hers and does the same, "That sentiment of not dragging anyone in, aside. I hope that you know that if you want a few extra pairs of eyes and ears this morning, or ever," She passes a glance to Flicker again before returning her attention to mostly Jax, "You need only say the word." "I don't recall ever being dragged. Pretty sure we've all been at your side willingly. Pretty sure we all will be again." Flicker's arm drapes loosely across Jax's shoulders, hand squeezing lightly at the other man's arm. He tips his chin up toward Dani in silent affirmation of her words. Mildly: "We can totally have you /covered/ in the eyes department." Jax's smile here is more hesitant -- no less genuine, though slower, smaller. "Thank you. I think that would help. Ain't gonna be an easy talk to --" He breaks off at Flicker's last statement, his eye widening and one hand lifting from his coffee mug. His fingertips press to his lips, stifling a sudden startled hitch of laughter. "-- Oh. Oh! Oh /gosh/ now y'all jus' sound like -- some kinda Lovecraftian /horrormonsters/ or maybe a proper Biblical angel -- not that there's much /difference/, honestly, oh gosh." His smile has come easier, now, tension slipping from his shoulders as he lifts his hand to adjust the strap on my eyepatch. "Sure. Come t'the meeting. Talk about horror an' be my angels." "Hey! We've got yuh. I mean, c'mon! /You/ and /Cyclops/ can use allll the eyes you can get," Dani adds dryly, her mouth moving in the beginnings of a smile. She turns to pour more hot coffee on top of what still remains in her mug. Because Scott. "I'd call 'Not It' on being the angel-" The woman tosses her hair to look back over her shoulder, winking, "-but people just see what they want to see." Flicker presses a kiss to the top of Jax's head. Slides off the armchair after to snag another potato from the other man's plate. "If I get a bunch of wings and get to be covered in creepy eyes? I'll so play angel today. And every day after, if you throw in a flaming sword too." "All the eyes?" Jax sets his mug down, shuffling his papers into a neat stack. He stands, too, scooping the last forkful of potato into his mouth and getting up to clean up his plate. Large wings are sprouting from Flicker as he goes, tiny wisps of flame curling up between the feathers and dozens of huge blinking eyes peeking out from underneath them, nestled along the other man's limbs and torso to not particularly /pleasant/ effect. Innocently: "See? I've got y'all, too."