(closed) i need another hour of sleep

[sophielicious]

WHO: sophie, quentin, magik, scott, clive, kell-el
WHEN: ... august. for sure.
WHERE: corrine's cafe
WHAT: sophie is trying to connect some of her friends for mutual benefit.
NOTES\WARNINGS: if something comes up, it will be noted in the subject line.

(Look. Last mission? Complete disaster. Some got possessed, some got fucked up, some got kidnapped and experimented, some were left to their own devices, some were late arrivals. Reasons for this meeting include: extra layer of protection, as for some here are inexperienced, squishy, or both, and to keep a good eye on Sophie's dear OP friends, just in case some crazy shit happens again. Either way, everyone wins, right? Mission information through different networks, access to different powers on both sides, everyone wins.

And hopefully some of us fucking chill. Cough, Quentin, cough.

Corrine's Cafe is chill enough, although the fact she can't quite place the songs that are playing doesn't make her particularly happy, her eyebrows furrowing as she taps her finger on the table trying to figure out what damn Spice Girls-ish song is playing right now. Not like she knows all of them by heart or anything and this is not bothering her at all, her eyebrows are nearly pinched together because that's her neutral expression, absolutely.

At least she's distracted while they wait. Tap, tap, tap.)

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[kryptonix]

[ guess he's here. this is a very awkward place for him. people do this for fun or something. for kell, it feels close to torture. just sit around? and eat? talk? horrific.

he notices the tapping at least. ]

Something wrong?

threadjackable thread

[sophielicious]

Fucking song isn't the song, and it's a weird mashup, and it's an atrocity.

(A disaster. A disrespectful little thing. Absurd.)

I've never been more offended in my entire life.

[kryptonix]

Over . . . a song.

[ people have the weirdest priorities sometimes. ]

[sophielicious]

No, over the audacity.

(Kell, please, get with the times.)

Also, stop being weird, go order something to eat. You eat, right? I don't think we ever, you know, ate together.

[kryptonix]

I don't usually eat much.

[ terrible timeline, tends to think of himself as a weapon. none of these aspects promote a regular feeding time. ]

And there's too many things on the menu.

[sophielicious]

Want me to order for you?

(She just has to figure out how to get this dummy to figure out how to figure out what he likes. Sounds easy. This is fine.)

[kryptonix]

[ a gruff sound. ]

Yeah. It'll be easier.

[sophielicious]

Sweet or savoury?

(Starting easy.)

[kryptonix]

[ not a hard decision, at least. ]

Savory. I have no idea what sweet things taste like.

ota;

[laserguy]

[The music here is unfamiliar to him, but that's not what's really bothering Scott this time. He's just been feeling a bit down after everything that happened with the last mission, not to mention that a lot of mutants have disappeared lately and. It's stupid. He spent so long being annoyed at them and hating how recognizable he was to everyone, but now a lot of them are gone.

And he didn't even get to know them that well. So, of course he just wanted to sulk in his room but no he got dragged out to this place.

He's not sure why Sophie invited him to come here. She's not his mom!! But whatever, he's here and as she's tapping her hand on the table, he's just taken to lying across a couch and pointedly not making room for anyone else to sit there. He's so considerate. Anyone that comes close will at least get a half-assed wave from him.]

Great welcome. Sophie brought you here too, huh?

[Did she hear that? Oh well.]

[herofhopeless]

[He wasn't entirely sure why Sophie had invited him out to this cafe, but honestly, she could ask him if he wanted to hang out in way stranger places and he would still go. This was pretty normal, all things considered. And she did tell him that she wanted to introduce him to the other people she had essentially been collecting to form some sort of protection group for when things inevitably go sideways. Again.

He recognizes the voice of the person as he starts walking by and looks down. It's the Skittles and chocolate guy. Scott. That was his name.]

Yeah. Scott, right?

[Clive taps the inside of Scott's shoe. You can try to hog the couch, but Clive is still gonna bug you about it, buddy.]

[laserguy]

[Oh hey, isn't that Mr. Dragon guy? At least, somewhat dragon. He definitely remembers that whole conversation with Clive mentioning that he can turn into a fire guy named Ifrit because uh, who would forget something like that?? He still wants to see that transformation some day.

So maybe that's the reason why he actually moves this time, the teen slinging his legs off the couch and sitting up more properly so that Clive can actually sit down. A favor for a favor, that's what is happening here. Uh-huh.]

Yeah, that's me. [...] Well, at least Sophie actually invited someone else that's cool.

[Unlike Quentin.]

[herofhopeless]

[Clive chuckles before sitting down. He leans back into the couch and looks around. Sophie seems tense, and he doesn't know the person with the dark hair and strange eyes. He should probably introduce himself to that one at some point. And anyone else who shows up. Did Sophie have a plan for when everyone got here?]

I appreciate the vote of confidence. Do you know all the people she invited? I feel a bit out of my depth here.

[laserguy]

Yeah, most of them, unfortunately.

[A small snort, before Scott just folds his hands behind his head like he finds all of this annoying. It's just his coping mechanism when he finds himself nervous or unsure of what to really do, or why Sophie actually wanted him to be here of all people. Shouldn't she have invited the other mutants or whoever else?

...Maybe she's just doing this to annoy him though. Get him to 'understand' more or whatever. He wouldn't be surprised by that.]

I live with like half of them. Did Sophie mention that much to you? That like half of this group are mutants?

[herofhopeless]

Unfortunately, huh?

[Clive watches Scott closely. Between how he acted when Clive first arrived and this, he was wondering if the young man sharing the couch with him was uncomfortable. He could understand that. Being thrust into social situations like this could be stressful.]

She told me a bit about each of you. It was brief.

[Clive looked at the rest of the group that was accumulating. Ecclectic would be a good word for it.]

Very brief.

[laserguy]

Yeah? So, what did she say about me?

[He tries to sound disaffected or disinterested, but it's clear that Scott actually wants to hear what she said about him. Like if he's just... a burden or whatever that she feels obligated to take care of or deal with, because no one else wants to. Some sort of pity because he's Scott Summers but not the one they all know and have mixed feelings about.

...But she has taken him out to eat at restaurants. Helped train him. Actually sat down to talk with him. Those times don't feel fake, but feelings are stupid okay!!]

[herofhopeless]

She mentioned that you were able to shoot laser beams. Mostly, she just very quickly touched on everyone's abilities.

[It is more difficult to read someone when he can't see their eyes, but he assumes that there is a reason for the obstruction.]

Admittedly, I don't know what laser beams are.

[laserguy]

[Oh, so the basic stuff. Nothing to do with personalities or anything, just what everyone is capable of. Guess that makes sense. Although, he can't help but wonder if she mentioned his whole inability to actually control said laser beams-- and wait, did Sophie really describe his powers like that?

Scott huffs.]

Well, they're not really laser beams to start. [Another snort, before Scott just leans his face against his upraised hand.] They're actually optic blasts, which just basically means I fire a powerful physical force from my eyes. Bet you can put two and two together now about why I'm always wearing these sunglasses.

[lingeringshadow]

[Scott is doing the pouty teenager thing, so Illyana takes it as her sacred mission to ruin his loner shtick as much as possible. And yeah, okay, a little part of her finds it fun to play with this new dynamic. Teen Scott is different from her Scott, and the nosy part of her wants to figure out all the ways in which that's true.]

She invited me, and I agreed to grace everyone with my presence and knowledge.

[Is she serious? Who knows. Unfortunately, he's hogging the entire couch. But ah, that gives her a chance to be even more annoying. Rather than make room for herself or ask him to move, she's just going to try to sit on his legs.]

[laserguy]

[Of course Sophie invited Illyana. He feels like they're cut from the same cloth; he's sure that the two of them gossip like hell anyway. God, that's going to be a pain, huh? Well, whatever, Scott finds himself rolling his eyes from his spot on the couch-- his couch, really, not even trying to move and fully expecting her to just find some other place to sit like a normal person.

So when decides not to be a normal person...

Scott lifts up one foot to kick against her ass, fully trying to stop her from sitting down.]

Uh, I'm sitting here? In case you didn't notice. [Excuse you he's the one with vision problems!!]

[lingeringshadow]

[Yep, his foot successfully connects, and she straightens, turning and shooting him a betrayed look. The disrespect. She is shocked.

Okay, maybe she's not really shocked, but she sure is feigning it. And hey, maybe this is a lesson in the fact that Illyana is never normal.]

Is that what you call sitting? Who taught manners at your version of the school? Logan?

[laserguy]

[He still isn't even the least bit sorry as she sends him that betrayed look. Even if she didn't call him a shrimp that one time, Scott's already decided that this is the way they're going to communicate. Maybe because a small part of him prefers this compared to those expectant looks that he once received in the past.]

Yep. [He pops the 'p' in that, with Scott making no movements to move still. In fact, he just slides his hands underneath his head.] And sure, this is all Logan's fault.

[He has no idea who that is, but he can take the blame.]

[lingeringshadow]

[She doesn't mind, really. He's not her Scott, and maybe her own experiences with her brother have given her personal insight on how terrible it can be to feel that you're always being measured up to another version of yourself. Whatever their relationship will be, it'll have to start from the basics. Well, mostly. Maybe it's only fair that she fill him in on certain things about herself at some point. After all, she knows some inherent things about him without asking - like his powers, for instance.

But right now, she has a seating problem to solve. Rather than try to push him out of the way again, she shifts back, as though about to sit. This time, though, she hovers just above his legs, crossing her own as she floats about six inches above him. There's subtle "I'm not touching you" energy going on here.]

You did go to Xavier's school, right?

[laserguy]

[Squints. Wait, is she hovering?? Yeah, she sure is, because of course. Feels like most of the mutants around here can fly and shit, so why not her too?? He's just the lucky asshole that can't do any of those things. Humph.

He considers kicking her again, but he refrains. This time. Just too much effort to lift his leg that much.]

Doesn't everybody? [He snorts.]

[lingeringshadow]

[Small mercies.]

Who knows? Maybe you went rogue, hunting polar bears for dinner with your laser vision in the wilds of the arctic or something.