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OJ, Blankets, and Beer
Dramatis Personae Dusk, Simon, and Teague
In Absentia	2015-10-23 "You don't have to pay me for blankets. I'm not that destitute." (Flu Season TP)
Location <BOM> Kitchen and Dining Room - Main Lodge - Ascension Island
Though equipped to feed and seat a few dozen people, these rooms lack an institutional feel. A large stone fireplace along one wall has a wide mantelpiece above it; the walls and floors are smooth blonde birch and darker grey stone. The solid wood tables are circular, designed to seat six apiece. The lighting overhead is soft, stained-glass hanging lamps over each table and recessed lighting studded at intervals into the walls. Though the tables all match, the chairs do not, an assortment of styles from extravagantly ornate high-backed oak to plastic-and-metal folding chairs. The kitchen adjoins the living room through a large pair of swinging doors. Recently refurbished, its new appliances still gleam. The giant fridge and freezer to the right are generally well-stocked, as is the large cool stone walk-in pantry set alongside them. Its back door opens out onto the gardens. The center island is a long granite counter, the cabinets underneath it stocked with pots and pans and cooking dishes of all types. Three sinks are set against the left-hand wall. Overhead, numerous cabinets hold dishes and glasses and mugs for actual eating; the drawers below have utensils for the same. Hooks on the walls are available for hanging -- dishtowels, oven mitts, severed body parts, whatever is in need of hanging. The tea kettle comes to a boil, letting out what starts off soft but gradually grows into a steady shriek. It shouldn't be an odd sound in the early evening. Jewel blinks out of his own little world and straightens. With a sniffle, and then another sniffle, he sets down the tiny gemstone object that had him so captivated. With some effort, he places a flat palm on the wooden surface of the table he'd been sitting at and pushes himself up. Bringing his sleeve up to cover his face, he coughs into it. The young mutant wears his standard black, though he's dressed more for bed than terrorism and he seems to be holding his nose a degree lower than usual. Somebody's off of their high horse. There's a tromp of boots in from outside, a small blast of chill air as Dusk comes in from the gardens. He tucks his wings in tight behind him (laced today in a tracing of lines and iridescence reminiscent of a dragonfly's veined wings, the talons at the top black and faceted like compound eyes), beelining towards the fridge even as he jerks his chin up in a nod to Jewel. "Yooo. Shit, man. This weather getting to you too?" His brows furrow at the sniffling. "At least it's a good night for blankets and tea. We /are/ stocked on tea, right?" When Simon walks into the kitchen, it isn't through the door. No, he walks out of the wall. Dressed in plain black pants, a long sleeved shirt with a starfield design on it, the phase morpher offers a concerned look to Jewel. Dusk makes him pause a moment before he offers him a smile in greeting. "I believe we are. If not, I can go shopping tomorrow." Still favoring one of his legs from the events ten days ago, Jewel shuffles over to the kettle. Lifting it off of the stovetop, he turns to look behind him. “Just a tad. My cabin keeps going from freezing to an oven with this weather,” he half-heartedly shrugs his shoulder, “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yeah?” Too slow-witted to catch Simon’s entrance, Jewel can only muster up the faintest flutter of eyelids in surprise. “We better be,” he huffs, quickly setting the teapot back down as he covers his face with the sleeve of his hoody. It takes a moment before he’s ready to fill his mug with the hot water. "Urg. Do you need blankets or some shit, I've got like. Seven million. Not -- sure how to help with the oven," Dusk admits with a small wince, opening up the fridge kind of out of habit before scowling at its lack of light, it's long-since-emptied insides. His cheeks puff out, and he closes it again, thudding his head down against its outside. "Dammit. Where /do/ we keep beer nowadays. We do still /have/ beer, right? Or is it just tea season all around? Good beer," he requests of Simon hopefully. "Like, number one on your shopping list." "I can only suggest opening windows. Or finding someone who can control ice and snow to work out some kind of deal with," Simon offers to Jewel. He tries to peek past Dusk to see what's in the fridge and sighs a little when he sees the empty darkness. "Oh, just tell me what kind of beer you like and I can get it. I don't know if there's any left here though," he replies. Turning to Jewel, Simon makes a mental note to clean the teapot later. "Is your leg feeling any better?" "Pretty sure Jewel /is/ the resident ice-man." Dusk leans back against the fridge door, hooking a fanged grin towards the dancer. "You don't have to pay me for blankets. I'm not that destitute." The smile fades at the mention of Jewel's injury, his dark eyes skimming down to the leg in question. "Training..." His wings shiver faintly behind him. "Yeah. Feel like we could all do with a -- touch more. Of that." Simon jumps and quickly moves to turn the burner off, phasing through things in his path if he needs to. He goes around Dusk rather than phase through him though. Once the fire is turned off, he glances at Dusk. "What kind of training?" he asks, glancing at the other two. Jewel hardly takes any note of Simon's activities, casually bobbing his teabag by the string. "Resident ice-man," he repeats, amused. "I was thrown, and cut myself with the edge of my shield," Jewel explains, stepping backward to rest his hip on the nearby table. His voice drifts off, and he lowers his eyes out of respect. The moment is ruined by all the warning signs of a sneeze, and he brings up his arm to block it, but the sneeze never comes. "Training --" Dusk considers this, brow furrowing. "Training so that a repeat of last time doesn't happen." His tone is a little heavier, here. "I guess what form that takes is different for different people, but we /all/ gotta learn how to fight. 'least to be able to defend ourselves. Me, I need to be better at having your backs while you're out there, if I'd been quicker to --" He cuts off this line of thinking with a small press of lips. Shakes his head, exhales. Tips his head at the almost-sneeze. "Maybe add some OJ to your shopping list," he adds, lighter. Simon cringes a little as Jewel explains how he got hurt. Seeing the blood was one thing but now he has a mental image to go with it. Looking to Dusk, Simon frowns. He still feels bad about not going along. He looks down for a few moments, nodding to the talk of training. He eventually glances back up with a small smile though. "Orange juice, tissues, and medicine." Frowning thoughtfully, Jewel considers Simon for a moment, “Do you really do all of the groceries?” His head tilts. Granted, Jewel probably never knew who bought the groceries when he lived at home. Extending his free hand back, he drags the tiny object he’d been fiddling with forward and slides it over. “That ought to pay for it,” he says between sniffles, leaving the tiny swan-shaped diamond on the edge of the table closest to Simon. “When I’m up to it, I want to try and fashion more armor plating for everyone else. Like what I wear. So, both of you ought to stop by at some point so I can get a fit.” Coughing into his sleeve again, the teen almost spills his tea, “In the meantime, I think I may just wander back to my cabin and go back into a coma.” Dusk winces at Jewel's coughing fit, stretching out a wing to touch lightly against the teenager's back. "Yeah. Some time -- after you're feeling better. Rest up, man." His head shakes slightly. He pulls away from the fridge, wings drooping down behind him now. "/My/ night's just starting, meanwhile. Guess I'm going to have to start it on the mainland, though." He gives the beer-less fridge a scowl, though it fades into a lopsided smile at Simon. "See you soon, eh?" "I don't know if I do it all but I did start picking things up for everyone," Simon replied. The diamond handed over by Jewel has Simon's eyes going wide. "I...don't know if any store here will take this," he says, not sure what to do with a gem. "When you're well. You should rest instead of work," he tells the sick mutant before offering a smile to Dusk. "Oh, yes. I'll see you soon." “Mmmhm, mmhm, just keep the change…” Jewel mumbles mistily, “I will, I will, I’m going now,” he assures, shuffling out of the kitchen. The teen’s migration across the main cabin can be mapped by the fading sound of his coughs.