The Best Leftovers
Roleplaying Log: The Best Leftovers
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IC Details
Synopsis:

The prodigal Guthries and Wagner chat over leftovers

Other Characters Referenced: Hank
IC Date: December 27, 2019
IC Location: Xavier Institute
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 27 Dec 2019 20:27
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Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
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Associated Plots

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It's almost the afternoon and Paige has been a busy beaver this holiday week. She woke up early, ran five miles, then hit the gym for some weights. Having skipped a shower and opting to shed her dirty skin (and stuff it in the trash), she is currently in the kitchen making a sandwich and listening to some country pop on the radio that is set up on the counter. She hums along with the lyrics as she slathers jelly and peanutbutter on two pieces of bred, then smashes them together.

Today she is dressed in a pair of sleek black yoga pants and a baggy grey sweater that is a bit too baggy and hangs off one shoulder. She looks comfortable this Friday. With the students at home with parents or lingering about the dorms due to classes cancelled, she is enjoying the down time.

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Nightcrawler has been…somewhere all these months. Maybe in Europe, maybe other parts of the globe, but he's apparently back at the Institute for now; seems he celebrated Christmas elsewhere, but has returned, laden with gifts that appear belatedly under the tree. He is likewise dressed casually as he appears in the kitchen with a puff of brimstone-laden smoke, wincing when he sees that someone else is already there…with food out!

"Ach, sorry! I did not know anyone was in here!" Despite the cold, he moves to open a window to help clear things out.

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Sam Guthrie comes walking in from the garage area. He is drying his hand on a paper towel, and tosses it into the trashcan. "Paige, Kurt." He says as he sees the other man is back. "Good to see ya, how you doing?" He considers stealing his sister's sandwich but instead moves to look in the fridge.

* * *

The sound of a bamf, followed by the scent of rotten eggs causes Paige to glance over her shoulder to the fuzzy elf. "Hey handsome." She calls over with a grin to him, giving a wave of her hand in the air to clear some of the scent away from her nose. "Welcome home! Did you have a good vacation?" She asks as she tucks the sandwich into a napkin, eyeing her brother as he enters the room. She is guarding her sandwich protectively. "Ey, bro. You want me ta' make you one?"

* * *

Nightcrawler gives a pointy-tooothed grin at the siblings, "Hallo, and danke! I don't know that it was a vacation, but it is good to be back," even if it may just be for a little while. Who knows? He's not really the 'planning in advance' type. "Did you two have a good Christmas? Did you go home with your family?" Golden eyes look to Sam, "Fixing something or…'improving' it?" There is a glance to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich being made, "Do you mean there is nothing else here? No leftovers?" He leaves for a few months and no one knows how to properly celebrate holidays anymore! The insult!

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "Maintaining, trying to keep her running, still tuning her in for the weather up here. " He smiles and says "I was thinking something a bit more meaty." He does walk over to the fridge opening the door and sticking his head in and pulls somethought out sniffs, and makes a face and puts it back. "We gotta start putting dates on things last time I threw something out I thought was old, I got hollared at for a week."

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"Ah'm sure there's plenty ah' left overs. Ah' just wanted something quick and simple. Nothing like sticking anything in th' oven." Paige drawls out in her twang. "We had a good Christmas, yup. Whole family flew out and we had th' holidays here ovah at Jay's new place. He moved in with his girlfriend in th' big city. If yah' can believe it, he's dating that big fancy popstar Andrea Jackson."

As she takes a bite of her sandwich, she gives a few licks of jelly away from the corner of her lips. "Ah' do think th' fridge needs cleaned out again, so maybe ah'll send an email ta' everyone and just give 'em a head's up. If it's walking and talkin', it probably belongs in th' trash."

* * *

Nightcrawler gives a little sigh as Sam reports that there doesn't seem to be too much left in the fridge that seems edible. But the sigh turns back into a grin at Paige's description of the Christmas, "That was a lot of people there, ja? I can believe it about Jay. Talent seeks out talent, I believe." Another grin to Sam, "Is it possible to change a car for the weather up here? We could always order something and I can pick it up." He'd be faster than delivery, at least!

* * *

Sam Guthrie hmms and says "Oh there are some things in here, just gotta figure out what is food and what is a science project." He looks to Kurt and says "Ok, if you want to grab something a philly steak and cheese sounds like it would rock.

* * *

"Ah notice that Sam here didn't give Jay ah' lick of grief for dating, but he runs around threatening every guy that looks at me twice." Paige says in a joking manner as she takes another bite of her sandwich. "What'd you do for th' holidays, Kurt? Yah' see any family back home? Did you go on an adventure? Swashbuckling your way across the seven seas?"

* * *

"It is different…Jay is not his sister," as if that makes some sort of difference. Apparently Kurt can understand. "I think that if someone is threatened by Sam and actually is afraid…they may not be the right one anyhow? That is how I see it. Fear does not make a good relationship," says the single one. "-I- would not be afraid of Sam because I know he only wants what is best for you." See? He gets it! The mention of the Philly Cheese-steak has him lifting a dark brow, "There is a place nearby to get one? Because I am not going to Philadelphia. I meant more…into town."

Paige's question gets a laugh, "I did get to visit with family, ja, but no adventures over the holiday. It is cold to be at sea right now, I think…it was quiet but it was also time to return here for a time."

* * *

"It ain't no different! Ah' can at least take care of mah' self. Ah'm an X-Man and ah've fought off bad guys and helped save th' world. Ah' can take care of mah'self going ta' dinner with someone." Paige says stubbornly, though she is all grins. "Sides, ah' think most guys would be scared of Sam. He's built like ah' football player and can ram yah' at three hundred miles an hour, or drop yah' from long heights. He's also handy with ah' shotgun."

Hopping up on the counter, Paige's legs sway back and forth a bit as she hums around another bite of sandwich. "They got ah' sandwich shop here in Salem that got good Philly's. Ah' can show you where it's at latah today if you wanna go. Oh! Also, head's up, there's ah' real nasty anti-mutant hater group runnin' 'bout Salem as well. Ah' broke up a potential murder with th' help of ah' friend and had th' cops called on 'em, but from what ah' heard only one guy got arrested. They ain't real organized, but ya'know how it is."

* * *

"I would like that, danke," at the offer to be shown where the sandwich shop is in town. For now, however, Kurt may need to seek out sustenance at the Institute. "I know you can take care of yourself. I'm sure Sam knows that too. I think it must be hard to be a brother when you are all adults." There is a little bittersweet smile before it fades at the news of a new anti-mutant group. "Again? Another? Why do people still hate?"

* * *

"He doesn't give me that much of ah' hard time these days, but then again, ah' haven't been going out either. Ah'm too busy. Teachin' an heroing takes up too much time, that and ah' got these ridiculously high standards ah' course." Paige says as she folds the napkin up, dabs at her lips, then crumples it into a ball and lobs it into the trash can.

"Ah' think people are jus' haters cuz' they're jealous. That and yah' can't really get mad at someone like Captain America or Th' Hulk. Maybe if we called ourselves th' American Mutants, people would rally behind us." She says jokingly. "But, it won't last forever. At some point we'll be all on th' same page. Unless the next bad guy comes 'round and screws everything up again. Two steps forward, one step back."

* * *

"Ah. Well, do not keep yourself from having fun. It is important…what are they saying now? Self-care." He manages to find some leftover ham and then goes to grab a plate and utensils. "We are not all American but maybe. It is just such a waste of energy to hate like that."

* * *

"Ha. Yeah, ah' do quite ah' bit of self-care." Paige drawls out teasingly to Kurt as she tips a wink at him. "But ah'm not stressing too much 'bout this stuff. Ah' am worried 'bout th' whole registration thing. Ah' ain't registered and neither is mah' brother, but ah'm worried that if ah' have to, what will they do with that information. Sell it t' the highest bidder? Ain't no perfect system when it comes ta' rounding people up and sticking 'em in ah' system like that."

* * *

There is another sigh as Kurt moves to lean against the counter so he can pick at some of the food now on a plate. "Ja. The Registration. I am also worried. I do not like hiding who I am because it is not fair to me or to anyone. I also do not like the idea that we must be watched and tallied…it is history repeating itself too much."

* * *

"Well, ah' guess ah' can't blame 'em. Some of us can destroy city blocks with our mind. Though Th' Hulk can do that too. So can Iron Man. Pick any Avenger ah' guess. Are they registered too? Is their personal information logged for th' government? Ah' guess ah' can ask Moony since she works for Shield." Paige says as she wiggles her legs back and forth from it's dangling perch on the counter. "But, now that yah' back, you can get in th' DR again and get back inta' prime fighting form." She says teasingly. "Think ah'm startin' ta' see ah' bit of ah' belly on yah."

* * *

"It is a good question and I would like to know the answer too," Kurt starts but then looks down at himself when Paige mentions seeing a belly. "I do not have a belly! I have been in good form, thank you very much! I just have not been -here-!" He's not really offended…more like playing along with the teasing.

* * *

There's a wily grin from Paige as he glances down at himself. "Make yah' look." She drawls as she hops off the counter, then gives a long stretch of her body. "Yah' look fine ta' me. Though some of us 'round here had ta' work off the Thanksgiving and Christmas binging of pies and cake. Poor Hank. Ya'know how he got ah sweet tooth and all. It's adorable."

* * *

Nightcrawler flicks his tail at Paige as if in response for the teasing. "I can do something in the Danger Room, perhaps. And Hank is all muscle…do not let his size throw you, even with eating all the sweets at the holiday!" Kurt wasn't one to hold back either, but teleporting takes energy that has to come from somewhere!

* * *

"He got ah' little bit of ah' paunch!" Paige insists with a grin. "Maybe he's more bear than cat. It's th' winter after all. But he looks exceptionally fluffy." There's a small giggle from the country girl. "Oh, in case yah' was interested, ah' learned ah' can shift inta' acid now. It's hard ta' do but it's pretty awesome. Went wild with it in th' DR th' other day on a buncha Terminator robots. Melted 'em real good."

* * *

"Acid?" Kurt pauses with fork in hand. "It sounds difficult…and very dangerous! Maybe practice will make it easier, but that sounds…well, now we know who to send if there are Terminator Robots. I am not sure I could be as effective."

* * *

"Ah'm sure yah'd be fine. Jus' teleport their heads off." Paige grins at him. "But it's definitely harder than me creatin' fire outta mah' body parts. It's just part of th' process. Gotta push mah'self until ah'm the best!" She always has been gung-ho about becoming a great X-Man and following in her brother's shoes from back home on the farm. Now that she's made it, she continues to push herself harder. "So, what did you do in Europe?"

* * *

"That is only effective some of the time," and he would only do that to non-sentient, non-living beings. Terminator Robots might be include in that category, however. Kurt ponders her words for a moment with a few bites of the ham before he offers, "You only need to be the best -you-. You have time to grow into that as well. We cannot expect to be our best every day or at a young age."

* * *

"Ah'm definitely th' best me. Now ah' just need ta' be the best everything else." Paige says with her usual confidence when it comse to her self-evaluations. She is a hard, /hard/ worker. Stubborn as an Ox as well. "Ah'm not really good at th' slowing down and letting life come ta' me type of thing. If ah'm not pushing mah'self every day, then ah'm just burning gas."

* * *

Nightcrawler gives a wave of the fork, "I never said to let life come to you. But I would not expect you to be the best -me-…just as I could never be the best -you-. Does that make sense? Do hot hurt yourself trying to be more and more and more. There is a difference between growing and pushing yourself to harm. Push yourself, but not to the point that you cannot rest and recover for the next day." There is a pause then even as he blinks and gives another little sigh and grin, "I am sorry. I do not need to lecture you. You are an adult and do not need to be told how to live your life. I apologize."

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