2010-09-05: Engines And New Uniforms

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James_icon.jpg Jinx_icon.jpg Robyn_icon.jpg

Summary: Jinx shows off her new uniform to a certain…approval.

Date: September 5, 2010

Log Title: Engines And New Uniforms

Rating: PG


Xavier Mansion - Garage

Home to various cars of teachers and X-men, the garage can house at least twenty vehicles. There is also an area that has a auto body shop set up so students and teachers and work on their cars. Almost any tool a mechanic needs can be found in this garage.


Jinx comes looking for the big hyena on Sunday Afternoon. She paused to watch the bats flitter between the trees, and linger in the twilight of fading summer. It's her favorite time of day, and so it takes her a little longer than normal to make it to the garage, looking for the gnoll inside. She knocks on the doorframe. "Hey James, you here?"

James is, as evident by his large frame standing some 30' into the shop. "Over here," he calls out, eyes lifting from that engine project he started last spring. He pulls off his work gloves and slides on a much more Mutant-High style pair before pushing the machinery out of the way. Walking over, he stops a few feet short of the girl, voice no longer nearly as loud, "Hey, what's up?"

Looking for his team leader, Forge, Robyn has come to the garage. A place he hasn't really ever set foot in knowing almost nothing about cars or mechanic type thingies. Hearing Jinx and James' voice, he steps in and waves. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but have either of you seen Forge? I want to let him know I'm interested in his drivers ed class."

Jinx smiles up at the big hyena. It's a genuine smile, one with bright eyes and bristled whiskers on her little muzzle. "Yeah, I just wanted to visit and stuff. You know, check on how the engine was coming," it's a lie, but a harmless one. At Robyn's voice she turns her head and smiles. "Hey Robyn. No, I haven't seen him around. I am sure I would have remembered if I had." Big smile.

James gives Robyn a greeting nod, but shakes his head at the question, "Hey there. Wazzup? And same here. My guess would be his workshop in the hangar. He never leaves there." Turning his attention back to Jinx for a second, he raises an eye ridge, "Uhoh…why you looking at me like that?" He grins at the skunk and gives her a little shove on her shoulder.

Shaking his head, Robyn sighs. "Nah that was the first place I looked." He just guesses he might not be around at the moment. "So am I interrupting anything or mind if I hang out?" He says turning his head to Jinx noticing her smile. She looks like the cat that caught the canary. He likes seeing her like this over her 'human' form.

"Cause I want to show you something!" She grins brighter. A surprise! "I just got it the other day, and wanted someone to give me an opinion, okay? I figured James will be honest, right? And it's awesome that you're here, Robyn, 'cause you can give me an opinion too… and did you say driver's ed?" Her little ears pop up. That has her attention alright.

James says, "The gnoll gives Robyn his full attention for a second, "Dude…I doubt you checked the workshop that I'm talking about. It's off limits to us kids." At least the last time James checked the hangar wasn't on the list of student-accessible area. "And no…you're not interrupting anything." he looks between the pair, "I already have my licenses. So, that's one course I can skip!" Eyes back on the skunk, he gives her a sensing scan, "Sure….what?""

"Actually I've only been in the hanger once, a long while back." Robyn says as that feels like years ago to him. "Back when a bunch of us stole the Blackbird to get our powers back." He admits sheepishly. "Yeah Jinx, Forge is teaching drivers ed, I figured it'd be good to learn how to drive and them maybe eventually I'll take Mr Guthrie's class later this year." Then as she says she wants an opinion he nods. "Sure Jinx, I'll give you my honest opinion."

Jinx gets wide eyes a second at the idea of Forge teaching driver's ed. The very concept of Forge sitting next to a person in a Driver's Ed car is enough to make her fur floof out a bit. She grins a little sheepishly. "I'll um.. have to check that out. I still don't have mine and I think I need a course or something to get my permit, right?" She looks to the hyena, who is the authority on such matters, being that he has a license now and now classifies as the coolest kid in the room. "Okay…." so check this out…" she takes a step back and reaches up to fiddle with her earring/image inducer thinger.

James says little…well other than looking between the hormone-fueled freakout; to which he responds, "Seriously, guys. You're both making me uncomfortable. There's some wet naps in the back if you need to freshen up." He watched Jinx step back, waiting to see what she's on about.

Robyn points to Jinx. "Hey, she's the one getting all googly eyed about Forge." He says with a chuckle. Sure Forge is hot but Robyn's not 'hot for teacher'. "It'd be cool to have a friend in the class." As he watches Jinx and waits for her to do whatever it she's doing with her earring.

Jinx's image shifts as she does her adjustment on the image inducer thing. A hazy image, then clarifying into a crisp visage of the skunk in her new danger room costume. Black form-fitting leather (or something that looks like it) with a colored "X" across the chest, reaching down over her hips. "Check it out!" she flares her arms dramatically to show the new costume. There's even boots, specially made for her clawed feet. She twists on a leg, turning. "No spandex!"

The skunk gets a long, deeply intensive look from the hyena. Eventually, he says, "Damn." And that's all.

Robyn looks at Jinx and smiles. "Looks good Jinx. I like it, I'm so glad that there is no more white." He hates white. James' reaction though, Robyn can't tell quite what the damn means but he hopes it's good. "I'm really glad you like it cause it looks really good on you Jinx."

Jinx grins and turns. James' single word doesn't slow her down much. "Check it out! There's even a place for my tail…" she turns and flips up her tail, revealing the cute accessory made just for the purpose. The costume was obviously custom built. "It fits great! I feel like some super-hero and shit. Like I can fight crime," she gives a double fist up in the air posture, nose wrinkling for effect. "You guys SO have to try yours on."

James …just keeps staring. "Yeah…I'll…have to do that." He finally remembers to close his mouth. *clamp*

Robyn tries so hard to hide a snicker about James' reaction. It's one of those 'just shy of putting a hand over his mouth' hiding of a snicker. "I'm not done altering mine yet. Gotta figure a few things out, maybe you can help me Jinx? I just know I don't want sleeves." He likes the sleevless look of a uniform. "Well you look like a super-hero and shit Jinx. It looks really good on you."

Jinx gives James the eye. Her nose tells her a lot about him, even if his words are not forthcoming. "Well, thanks guys. I don't know about sewing much, Robyn. I can tear things, though," she grins brightly, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips. She is covered, neck to toe in the matt black leather with it's network of useful sleeves. She brushes a hand along her belly, looking around. "I just.. well, I don't know if they put pockets in this thing. Where are you supposed to put your essentials?"

James shrugs, "I just dunno…I've never been into wearing one. Most days, I forgot mine when going to practice. But Kenta said I needed to knock that shit off this year." He gives Jinx one last look-over, "You should try one of the real ones. I still have that coat of Hanks I fished out of the trash last semester. Now THAT is a real uniform." The difference between Hanks training uniform and the students? Probably little. But the gnoll never stopped to consider it.

"They have a machine downstairs that does all the sewing, which is useful since I don't know a thing about it." Robyn's never sewn anything in his life. "I didn't know you had one of Hank's old coats. I wonder if they'll have different uniforms for this team thing or if we'll use the same ones for our squad. I really don't know if I want a collection of spandex in my closet."

Jinx makes a see-saw motion with her hand. "There is no way I am getting into anything spandex. My fur would poke out the holes and I would look like some kid's teddy bear eaten by moths and that the dog chewed up." She looks to Robyn and James and Hmms softly. "You know, a cropped jacket would look totally cute over this." She thinks about it then laughs suddenly. "I was never much one for dress up. This is sorta fun though… and James' expression makes it totally worth it." She gives the gnoll a light punch to the arm, since his shoulder's above her head.

Feeling a little weird now, James lowers his ears for a second, "Yeah, well…whatever." To the Hank-coat statement, the hyena looks over at Robyn, "We're about the same size. So it didn't fit flob-ably or anything." He node deftly, "I didn't wear it much…usually when I was leaving the school at night to go fit evil." He perks a little at the thought, "It has acid burns from when I was biting that demon guy in February." Which is also why he didn't give it back to Hank. The coat's arms fell off!

"So you two are gonna be in matching colours this year, aren't you?" Robyn says as the two are both Paragons. "It seems like all my friend are or were on the Paragons. You two, Rashmi, all but Connor." He doesn't mention Lucas' name though right now. "Jinx, you're a girl, and every girl likes to play some sort of dressup. And I know this is gonna sound really sterotypical but, I'd love for the school to have like a dance or a prom or something. Something cool for our senior year."

Jinx stiffens a little at the idea of a prom here at Xavier's. No doubt it would be burned down by some fire evildoer, or everyone would be rendered into zombies from an addition to the punch. Jinx's ears wilt a little at the thought and she shakes her head with a snort. "Oh, I dunno if it is such a good idea to have us all in one place at one time. I think the universe would implode or something," she moves over towards one of the benches, turning around and boosting herself up by her hands to sit on the edge. "Yeah, Robyn… every girl likes to play dress-up like all gay guys like to do interior design, right?" she teases.

As soon as Robyn tells Jinx her girly dress-up business, James takes a step back, away from them both, as if expecting trouble. The ears say it all, even if his mouth doesn't, 'dude.' To the prom comment, the hyena says, "I'm not doin' none of those school things. Just not my thing." Not far from where Jinx has chosen to sit, he bumps her with his shoulder, and leans on the bench as well.

Robyn laughs. "Yes I do Jinx, have you ever seen my room, I've done wonderful things to it. I'm great at interior design." Which is a total lie as he jokes and looks like most 'teenager rooms'. He doesn't say anything else in regards to a 'prom' as he'd be talking to people who aren't interested. He just wants something kinda normal. "Imploding universes, now that'd be a new one for me."

"I bet it could happen," Jinx speculates, rolling her tongue against the inside of her teeth. Her hands brace on the bench. "I bet someone could rip open the space-time continuum and shit could come out and like… eat James' face or something," she grins at the hyena. "And then James could break things! And we could be awesome!" She snorts. "Maybe you should do this dance, Robyn. When you get done watching Queer Eye and whatever."

James makes unhappy sounds, "Yeah, cause every time someone comes and causes trouble it's gotta be through me, eh?" Too soon. He lets out a large sign, but doesn't move from the bench. "Anyways…when's this picnic thing you keep asking about, Robyn? Or did it fall through?"

Moving with the change of conversation Robyn shrug. "I don't know, but how about we try for tomorrow. It's Labor day, we can hit the resevouir and have fun. Any recommendations on food?" He's not really sure what people eat and he can't really cook. Mainly cause he dosen't really like it. "I just figured I'd ask Mr. Parker Mayfair to cook something or we can stop somewhere and get food, but we have two days before school starts so maybe tomorrow's best."

Jinx shrugs off her faux pas with James and turns to hear the answer to the question directed at Robyn, brushing her long purple bangs out of her eyes. "That'd be awesome. We could always get some hot dogs and stuff. It's hard to screw up a hot dog, right?" She swings her feet a little on the bench, feeling the weight of her new schnazzy boots. "Can we make s'mores? I just love those… especially when the marshmellows get all crunchy and black."

James rolls his eyes when the topic of 'how' the food is going to arrive gets brought up, "Bored Now!" He pushes off the bench and walks over to his engine and the stand it's on. Giving it a firm push with his foot, it rolls towards the rear wall, looking as if it might go careening off at any second, something the hyena seems oblivious to as he follows a short distance behind. Setting it out of the way, he walks back towards the pair and retakes his position against the bench.

"Sure Jinx." As that's all good ideas for Robyn. Maybe start up a fire and they can have a cook out. "What's a s'more though?" He's never had one living in Brooklyn all his life. "So what's that you're working on James?" He asks in regards to the engine he kicked.

Jinx sits up. "It's this …. sandwich thing. Only like the filling is marshmellows and chocolate, and the 'bread' is gram crackers. It's pretty good," she nods, her whiskers flicking. If there is anything the skunk likes, it is junk food, especially sweets. "You have to be fast and make them while the marshmellow is all melty or it doesn't work as well," she nods, and watches James and his engine. "Um…." she pauses. "Are you going to put that in anything?"

James shrugs, "Probably not, unless you have an idea how to get an old Military truck that doesn't run from Indiana to here. 'Sides…it's the schools. They'll probably tear it back down for someone else to wrench on after I'm done." He shrugs; such is life. To Robyn's question, he shrugs again, "Nothing. Just school stuff from last year. Engine." Captain Obvious to the rescuuuuuue.

Robyn nods to Jinx. "Well chocolate is always good." It's the junk food that's good. "Well, I think I'm gonna go continue my search for Forge. I'll see you two tomorrow when I'm grabbing you to head out the door." He says with a smile as he'll probably give them details later tonight. "Have a good night guys." He says as he goes to head out.

Jinx arches a brow. "You have an old military truck back home? Coool…." she breathes, grinning at the idea. "What year is it?" Oh, then Robyn is headed out. "Oh, see ya Robyn. Sleep well when you get there," she smiles and lifts a hand for a wave.

James gives Robyn a friendly wave, "Good luck…guy's like a high-powered roach. Only time you see him is for the three seconds it takes him to run off when you click the lights on in a room. Night!" Looking over at the skunk, he answers, "This crazy 40's era thing. It's pretty clapped out and cat trapped…but I want to restore it someday. If nothing else, fix the frame I tweaked a little."

Jinx's ears skew sideways and she blinks. "It's… what? Cat flapped? What does that mean?" The rest makes sense in context but she reaches up to scratch her head at the rest. Her tail swirls around her, resting over her leather=clad thighs. "It would be so awesome to see it here and in action. You could like… hide stuff in there."

The hyena sticks out his lower jaw, "You're cat flapped." He nods deftly and pokes her leg with a claw tip. "1-2-3…it. See?" He turns his eyes back towards the exit, as if ignoring her would make it all the more true, "Yep…and clapped out too." A smile forms on his face, "It's not a hiding truck. It's like…an old weapons carrier. Open bed."

Jinx has no idea what he's talking about. Her ears move to the sides more and she blinks again. "Ummmm… I don't think I am cat flapped or trapped or whatever, you goofy gnoll. Or whatever," she can't help but smile, though. "So… open bed. You could help me move into my swank uptown studio apartment that I will someday have," she waggles her brows.

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