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| Sundae, Bloody Sundae | |
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| Participants | Julian Lorna |
| Synopsis | A duel of mortal kombat with ice cream to follow. Fatality. |
| Location | Xavier School |
| Time | January 13, 2016 |
| Posted By | Lorna |
It's not exactly drinks at the Ritz, but Julian has quickly learned to make himself quite at home in the school common room. Currently, he's sprawled out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, playing some violent video game on the big screen. The car jacker goes on some violent killing spree and the youth just laughs to himself. It's a bit disruptive, really, but he's got the room to himself for the time being, so what's the harm. Pausing the game for a moment, he picks up his soda and takes a swig. "Okay, this time we are so getting that helicopter," he promises the game sprite as he takes the game back off pause to another hail of machine gun fire.
The poor boy isn't alone for long before a newly familiar green head bobs into view. Her face is ducks down as she types quickly on keypad of her new cellphone. An accessory that she just can't live without. She's dressed for comfort to the X-Treme in her gray jersey shorts, an old high school basketball jersey, and the largest pair of fuzzy bunny slippers known to mankind. The game is drowned out by her boisterous laugh as she reads one of the texts from one of her friends. "Oh my god… No way." Then she fires off another text to someone else.
Are you in a good place to talk? I just have some questions about Rykers
Julian looks up as laughter carries over the sound of screaming anarchy on the screen. The shouts and rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire goes abruptly quiet as he hits the pause button again, an instinctive gesture before he cranes about to see the source of the laughter. "Lorna. Hey," he greets, giving this comfy style a quick once over. "Nice slippers. Very hot." It's hard to tell whether he's being serious or not as he turns back again to admire his carnage.
There's a momentary delay before a response comes. Fire away#
Lorna flops down in the couch and gives Julian a smile, "Hi Julian, if I put batteries in them, they chitter. They're the anti-cool. But you're right, they keep my feet very hot." It's hard to tell if the young woman 'got it' or not, really hard to tell actually. She glances at her cell screen for a moment before she focuses on the television and parts her lips slightly. "What are you playing, is this a kind of war game?" It has a gun, it must be a war game. "I saw a commercial once where they were making a game about the human-mutant war in Manhattan… Did you see that one?"
Is it still like a jail there? Or is it really like a city? I saw a movie once where they had a space station and everything was indoors… Do you have windows?
"Okay, see, that's just creepy," Julian replies, as to the chittering, though his tone is light. "You're sure they aren't communicating with their demon overlord or something?" He gives the demon bunnies another glance before sweeping that gaze back up. "I'm on the waiting list. Hoping to pick up some tips." Tips for … what exactly? That can't bode well. "This isn't nearly so useful, unless I want to go into carjacking as a career. But it's still fun." The screen gets a grin from him.
We use the buildings, but they've been converted. It's a lot nicer here than that shithole Manhattan. And the company is actually worthwhile.
"You think so? I thought it was really cute when I bought them, then after I walked about a mile it got really annoying. So I took the batteries out." She wiggles her foot in the teen boy's direction as he gives them a wary glance, trying to scare him off the other side of the sofa with her evil plushie slippers. "I think they probably have rabies or something, better watch it!" Then she turns back toward her phone screen and types in a quick message.
The company? You have companies there? What kind?
With the text sent off, Lorna puckers her lips slightly in concentration as she gazes at the television. "You're really going to buy that game? I was going to start a petition against it, I think it's kind of horrible to exploit us." Then her eyes dart in Julian's direction as she gives him something of a half smile, "I guess I can't count on you to sign it then? That's too bad."
"I'm kind of curious where you do all this walking in bunny slippers now," Julian remarks with a grin, before dutifully play-cringing at the terrifying slippers of doom. Though he's not giving up the couch, just leaning momentarily away. "Watch where you point those things." He glances back at the screen and then shrugs. "Research, like I said. Besides, it's good to know your enemy. Someone's always going to be looking to exploit us. I'd be more worried about the stuff you don't see."
I meant the other people. That sort of company. No rednecks on your case just because you exist.
"Everywhere," Lorna remarks casually, concentrating a little more on her phone than on the teen, but just for a moment. She taps at the boy's leg once with her slipper, just to get him that much more unnerved and maybe garner herself a little more room. "Just because someone else is looking to exploit us, it doesn't mean we should help them along." It'll probably be a really good game though and Lorna will probably end up at least watching while someone plays it in front of her. Since she can't play it herself. "You know what? We should play a game together!" She comes up with the idea as though it's the most brilliant thing on Earth. "Do you have that farming game? I think it's called Havest Moon XXIII?" There must be at least that many by now. She doesn't answer her phone right away though, closing her eyes to little slits as she thinks about something for a while. "Hey Julian, have you ever considered going to Rykers to see what it's like?"
Julian pretends to cower from the slipper for a moment, swatting at it very lightly with his hand. "Back, dread beast. I think we need an exorcist up in here." He doesn't scooch, since playing around is one thing, but giving up earned ground and putting more space between himself and a hot chick? Completely different. "Yeah, well," is all he has to say as to being exploited, offering a helpless shrug. He has research he needs to do, after all. At her enthusiastic suggestion, he looks over before breaking out into that grin of his again. "Farming game?" he repeats, just a little skeptical at that part of the plan. "I don't, but maybe it's there with the school games." His personal collection tends to run a little more violent than farming. He's squinting at the titles on the shelf when Lorna's question comes. "Yeah, sometimes," he replies without guile. No sense lying. "Have you been?" He looks back over at her again.
That sounds good. I think I'd like to see it just once. Do mutants ever have trouble getting there? I don't suppose you can get cabs out there or anything.
The text is shot off soon after Julian gives his answer and then Lorna gives him a little smile and shrugs. "I want to see if it still looks like the prison. But I don't think I'd want to stay there, I don't believe in the war. I don't think it's right." If this were Star Wars, she's be like one of the aliens that doesn't fight back instead of the wookiees or ewoks. Well maybe her slippers could be ewoks. "I don't think that game would be in with the school games." She says lightly, then she sits up and reaches over to grab the other controller, pressing the buttons randomly to try to make it work. "Let me in or I'll steal all of your homework and feed it to the dog."
"The war isn't like fairies. You can't just not believe in it," Julian points out gently. "But you can disagree with it. I just don't know if that will get you very far." He shrugs his shoulders, not wanting to get too deep into it with the neutral non-wookie. "Not that I'm saying we should go around terrorizing people either. It's sort of a race to the bottom, the way they're going." He glances over at her with an understanding nod. "But yeah, it would be neat to see it." He laughs as she grabs for the controller. "You're supposing I've actually done my homework. Do we even have a dog?" Still, even as he's saying, he goes into the options menu to set this up for two people.
Be careful coming through Queens. Once you hit the bridge, you're safe. If you run into trouble, call and I'll meet you.
Okay, it won't be tonight… I've got curfew. I'll text. Gngiht
"What about warrior fairies? There could definitely be mutant warrior fairies. I bet they even put them in your mutant Manhattan war game." That's Lorna's version of fightin' words, callous and cruel, yessiree. "You can be the blue mutant fairy and I'll be the pink one." It'd probably be a good game though, with a Disney movie spin-off and if there were pink and blue warrior fairies, Lorna would be buying it. Once the game starts, Lorna begins to frantically push buttons as she spies another avatar in front of hers. "Oh my god!! He's going to kill me!!" And with just a few more pushes of he button, Julian's avatar is down on the ground. "Oh… that was you? Man, this game is good. I didn't even see that one coming."
"Okay, first of all, there is no such thing as warrior fairies. Warriors are fierce and fairies are … fairies," Julian points out, with all the wisdom of a boy. Hey, if they're going to have a playground discussion, he can use playground logic. "And secondly, they are not going to put fairies into a war game. Because, again, fairies are fairies. But thank you for at least letting me be the blue one," he adds after a moment, grinning with that. Though the grin fades quickly as Lorna starts mashing the buttons. "I- Hey- That's-… Yeah, that was me," he sighs, as he hits the button to restart. "You want to go after the guys in red. Those guys." Pausing before it can really get underway, he uses this excuse to lean in a little closer. "This button will let you shoot; this one changes your weapon; and then you have jump, duck, and run." Each button is indicated on her controller rather than his own. So she'll learn better!
Sure. We never close - stop by any time. Night.
The woman glances at her phone for a moment before she turns it off and goes back to paying attention to the screen. "Okay, yeah, that button, got it… OH MY GOD THERE HE IS AGAIN!!" And she frantically starts to mash the button the controller, riddling Julian's little man full of holes. "I got him good that time." She turns to the teen and flashes him a shit eating grin. Is she kidding? Does she seriously not know what she's doing? Or is she just being an asshole? "Okay, I think I got it this time and you know what? Fairies can be fierce, you've obviously never watched Hook. Or that Tinkerbell movie. Classics with fierce fairies. I think there was a really really old one with fairies that killed each other too. Lord of the Rings?"
"Oh. Oh, I see how it is. I thought you didn't agree with war?" Julian teases with a wry smile as Lorna so swiftly dispatches his little avatar again. For that, he lifts an elbow, intending to nudge her in the side, in a gesture that could be playful or flirty, depending on how she chooses to see it. "Because if you want war…" The threat is trailed off as he straightens back up, waving his controller in a warning manner. An eyebrow arches as to her fairy rebuttal. "Yeah, but there's a reason no one called the movie 'Tinkerbell'. Peter Pan and Captain Hook are way more bad ass than that flashlight." There's a pause. "And Lord of the Rings just had those boring Elves talking to the stars or whatever."
"They should have called it Tinkerbell." Lorna says with a smirk, "She was way more of a man than Peter was." No comment about Hook though, he was very manly right down to the bad teeth. She reaches over and pushes the button on his remote again to retart the game, his playful gesture? It's considered just that, a playful gesture and hers in return is taking off one of her slippers and throwing it at him. "Take the bunny and die, Mister!" And then her little avatar is off running like the wind. Ready to take on all the little red men it can before Julian has time to gun her down like she did to him.
"No they shouldn't. Then only girls would read it," Julian replies, wrinkling his nose at such a travesty. "And hey. Don't diss Peter Pan. He was cool before Robin Williams fattened him up." As she throws her slipper, he ducks, thrashing at it with his remote. "That's not fair. You're not allowed real weapons." The protest is a joke, of course, since even if they were killer rabbits, this man's man would sooner die than admit defeat to a bunny. And then he realizes the game has started up again, and hey! He's still alive. His character turns menacingly towards Lorna's avatar, fixing the sprite in his sights. But then he opts to be a gentleman and shoots one of the red guys behind her instead. "Remember I showed you mercy, Tink."
Lorna's little avatar has since moved into a good sniper position and on her half of the screen the little target moves right over Julian's avatar's head and a single shot is taken. With a little explosion of blood out of the way, she turns to him with the biggest grin and raises her eyebrows. "I'll remember, but not tonight." It's great fun but unfortunately her foot is getting cold, so she leaves her control on the table as she gets up and moves across the room to retrieve the giant slipper with fangs. "This is pretty fun, you kind of remind me of my friend Julie's little brother back home. Want some ice cream? I bet there's some in the kitchen we could raid."
"Wow, for a peacenik, you are brutal," Julian observes, actually amazed by how ruthless she is. "I … have to approve. That was pretty awesome." Now, if she weren't a hot chick, he might be more of a sore loser. But hot chicks get a pass on animated killing. "Just remember that you brought it upon yourself when I exact my revenge." There's a wolfish grin with that, suggesting his revenge isn't going to be something done on a video game screen. Though considering he couldn't even hurt her digitally, it's doubtful he has any sort of violence in mind. And then the dreaded little brother talk. Julian pauses as he considers how to play that one. Well, she didn't say he reminded her of her little brother, so it could be worse. "It is fun." His words have a certain innuendo to them though as he sets down the remote and pushes to his feet. "Ice cream sounds good, as long as there's some chocolate sauce."
"Exact revenge? What are you going to do? Sneak a peek at my diary and tell the whole world all of my dirty little secrets?" Lorna laughs and shakes her head. Silly boy. "Hey, I just thought about that, Julie-Julian… How much will you pay me not to give that up to anyone?" As she skips along to the kitchen, she throws him another cat that ate the canary grin over her shoulder. "How about you tell me some really juicy gossip and I'll promise never to call you Julie in public?" Extortion! From the girl from Iowa! Is there anything she won't stoop to?
"I'm sure your diary would make a titillating read, but I tend to think bigger. Don't worry. You'll see." Julian is always pretty obnoxiously confident, so he might just be fronting, but he does seem to know what he's talking about here. An eyebrow arches as she starts trying to extort him. "What sort of juicy gossip? This place is like Mayberry. You want to hear about the kid in my English class? Totally kept a library book two whole days extra and? That's right, he totally didn't want to pay the fine." He plays it up like huge news, though he rolls his eyes at the same time. "Though there was that time I saw two girls practically making out at the top of the stairs. Memories." He sighs wistfully.
The green haired young woman totally doesn't catch that she might have been one of the two women he saw and she whirls around with a startled expression. "WHO?!" Now this is the sort of stuff that she was looking for, something juicy that she could giggle for hours with her friends about. She reaches out and grips Julian by the shoulders and squeezes them lightly, "You have to tell me!" See? Xavier School is nothing like Mayberry, there's pseudo lesbian activity right in the hallway. "Come on Julie, pleeeeeeaaaase I will never call you Julie again. Especially in front of Laura."
Hey, this is leading to physical contact, which is definitely a plus in Julian's book - even if he is mentally facepalming that she missed the reference. Oh dear. Instead, he gives her a knowing smirk, that eyebrow arching mischievously again. "Oh, I don't know. That doesn't really sound like a great deal for me." He draws it out, as if giving this real due consideration, weighing the pros and cons. "But I guess if you swear you'll hold up your end of the bargain… I mean, I'd hate to learn this is the sort of place where people just break their promises. I get enough of that from my parents." Poor little rich boy.
"Fine, I promise, but this better be good. If it's not I'm going to start giving you noogies in the hallway. And don't think I can't do it." Lorna releases her hold on Julian's shoulders and turns to saunter the last few steps into the kitchen. Once there, they find a plethora of ice cream and other goodies. The green haired monster scavenges two bowls and begins piling all sorts of unhealthy into them, creating the ultimate in ice cream sundaes.
"Julian, I'd like to introduce you to your date tonight." Lorna announces as she plops a maraschino cherry on the top of the monstrosity and carries it over to him. "This is what we in the midwest like to call the Ten Pound Betty. Eat carefully, there's enough here to put you in a diabetic coma. Also good for when your boyfriend of the moment dumps you…. or girlfriend."
Julian will take his chances with the noogies. He'll just make sure to point out to all the guys how Lorna just can't keep her hands off him. He follows her into the kitchen, though since she has the ice cream preparation so well in hand, he opts to lean against the counter instead and enjoy the view. Of … the ice cream. He's learning tips for the next time he wants to make one himself, that's it. "Ah, well, see, that's why I don't get involved. Keep it physical, spare the heartache, and eat because it's damn delicious and for no other reason." He offers a smirk with that, taking the sundae and edging back a step before finally offering the big reveal: "You. And Laura. About two seconds from a lip-lock at the top of the stairs. At least that's what I saw."
Enter Darth Vader, because Lorna's eyes narrow dangerously and she raises her hand in perfect simulation of a Force Choke. "Me and Laura? I can't gossip about that! That's too lame. You'd better get something a little better than that or else." Or else what? She doesn't say, but she does lower her offending hand down to the spoon and scoops up a giant mouthful of whipped cream and nuts. "Mmmmmm ohmuhgawd…. shoooo good." She's not shy about talking with her mouth full either, apparently. After that initial bite goes down a little too quickly, she wrinkles her nose as she tries to soothe away the pain of that ice cream headache. The kind that hurt all the way behind the eyes. The spoon is dropped and both of the woman's hands fly to her mouth and she begins to breath hot air into them as she tries to warm her innards.
Julian takes another step back as she threatens to Force Choke him. "Lame? Not the way I've been telling it. Just mention it around the male dorms and man, it's like a fire raging out of control…" He pretends to just been talking away without paying attention as he stirs up his ice cream, his gaze on the frozen confection. In reality though, he's watching her past his eyebrows, ready to dodge or duck at the first sign of actual hostilities. Hey, he's already seen how merciless she can be on the battlefield. He looks back up as she gives herself an ice cream headache. "Slow down there, champ. You don't have to finish the whole thing in one bite, you know."
"You have not been telling it around the male dorms like that!" Lorna says a little too loudly as her hands drop and she just gapes at him. "If you have, I am so going to call you Julie, promise or no promise." She doesn't even care about being compared to his parents at this point, there's just some things you can't recover from and being the star in some teen boy lesbian fantasies is one of them. She picks up her spoon again and this time goes for a smaller bite, grabbing a bit of strawberry ice cream at the same time as a bit of chocolate. "Mm, you know what? I bet there's worse stories out there though… I mean it's not like I was caught picking my nose or something." That would be worse.
"Well, it's good to know what a promise means to you," Julian sniffs, giving her a hurt look. Of course, it's totally fake, but hey. "Then again, I'll probably take some shit about it, sure. But two hot chicks making out on the stairs… You don't even want to know where that can go." He offers her a smile, blinking placidly with those baby blues. "But hey. I could probably make it go away. If it's worth my while." Watching her, he takes another mouthful of his ice cream, totally blase about the whole thing.
Puckering her lips slightly and squishing them to one side, Lorna gives Julian the most dubious expression she can muster. "Worth your while, huh? What's worth your while?" She has some ideas, probably not the same ones he has, but they're definitely good ones. Her blues aren't quite baby, they're quite a few shades darker, but they're peering at him with suspicion and a hint of her own mischief. "If it's a Rolex or a vacation package, you can forget it. I can't afford stuff like that. I'm on a strict budget."
"Nah," is all Julian replies to the idea of a Rolex or a fancy vacation package. At least his fights with Laura have taught him that people are unusually sensitive about talk of money, so he refrains from explaining he could get those things himself. Instead, he gives it some thought as to what he would prefer instead. "Julie dies, once and for all. No take backs. Times eternity. All that. And… well, how about you owe me one." It's tossed out so innocently, like he just can't think of something else to ask for at this point.
Nodding, Lorna looks as though she's actually considering his offer. Then she holds out her hand for the deal making shake, "You got it. No more Julie, no takesies backsies times eternity forever and ever." Wow that sounds so juvenile, but when it Rome. "And I owe you… one. But you have to name the one and it can't damage my reputation." Not that she actually has a reputation to uphold, but just in case. There's definitely some damaging things that could happen and she's not about to do anything of the sort. "Deal?"
And Julian is beginning to realize that he can make the younger brother of a friend angle work for him in at least some aspects. He nods sagely, all about playing up the childishness of the 'no take backs'. Not that he's going to stop trying to find some way to get in her pants, but hey. He's only human. "Deal." Of course, what he considers reputation damaging might not be the same as her definition, but since he hasn't actually figured on a favour to ask yet, he plans on just crossing that bridge when he comes to it. "It's been excellent doing business with you." He bows his head regally before taking another mouthful of ice cream.
With the deal making shake over with, Lorna grabs her spoon triumphantly and digs into the ice cream again, taking another mouthful. She chews on a few nuts with another one of those grins spreading slowly across her face and then swallows and licks her lips. "Very excellent…" Then she grips up her bowl and lets off one of the most vile cackles ever to grace the large rooms of the mansion. Her large bunny feet pad across the floor toward the other end of the room as she makes her way to the doorway there. "I have to get up early in the morning for class…" Looking back at him she lifts one hand in a semi finger wave and sing songs, "G'night Jules."
