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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 18:48:19 GMT -5
Betsy almost made a suggestive comment to Sean but held back. There was probably only so much she could get away with.
Instead, she watched Callisto with amusement. The woman was literally arguing with herself to see if it was worth pushing Betsy any further. She apparently gave up because all she demanded was to know where her old clothes were.
“I threw them away, although they deserve a bloody good burning. If you put them back on, however, I will personally escort you back to the Morlock tunnels myself. Now, if you are uncomfortable with what you have been given, I'll try to find something more suitable to your unique tastes. In the meantime, Logan can take you to a guest room,” Betsy informed Callisto. Glancing over at Sean, she looked back at Callisto with a smile and added, “I have a tour to complete.”
Logan grumbled but stood up to take Callisto to a room. As they moved to the door, Betsy looped her arm through Sean's and said, “Now, luv, where were we?”
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 19:14:41 GMT -5
Sean got a mischevious look in his eyes as he replied,
"Ye just asked me out ta a date, and I graciously accepted. It's a little out of the blue, but I'm not complaining." Sean chuckled in good humor and appreciating the arm in his. He couldn't remember the last time an attractive woman had touched him, with out trying to clean his clock.
"So, shall we continue our tour? I've been enjoying it so far!"
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 22:10:44 GMT -5
Betsy opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had just been completely out maneuvered. It was a rare thing, indeed. As the shock sank in, she grinned back at him and said, “You know what, you're right. And for that, I expect to see you by the front door at six for dinner in town.”
Betsy let go of his arm to sit at the control panel of the room and entered a few codes. Seconds later, the room below them transformed itself into a dense tropical rain forest. Animals could be seen walking around, colorful birds flying through the spacious blue sky and the sound of water trickling could be heard in the distance.
Standing up, she walked back to Sean and pointed out the glass window. “This is a complete hologram, however, everything down there is real. If you were there, you would feel the heat, be able to touch the leaves on the trees and smell the flowers. This is how we train. The danger is real, hence the name Danger Room, but it can be shut down when needed. This is just one of hundreds of programs that we use.”
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 22:31:45 GMT -5
“You know what, you're right. And for that, I expect to see you by the front door at six for dinner in town.” Thankfully, Elisabeth wasn't facing Sean as she punched in a series of numbers, so she failed to see his jaw drop. He quickly recovered his senses and saw a jungle? Elisabeth explained while Sean gawked at the intriguing place. This was where they trained. "Amazing, and this is only one of the programs? Dinner at six, eh, I will have to find something to wear. I'll have to check me wardrobe. Is this formal, or will casual suffice?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 23:23:36 GMT -5
Betsy could feel the surprise coming off of him even through her tight shields. It appeared they managed to shock each other. That was fine with her. Dinner outside the mansion meant eating in peace and quiet without a bunch of kids running around. Granted, Rogue was going to have a field day with this one. Betsy had just beaten her old record of securing a date with someone she had just met and she hadn't even intended on doing that. Nevertheless, Sean was easy going and fun to talk to. It would prove to be an interesting night.
“The program allows us to basically let our imaginations run free as to what we program in. Hank usually takes care of all of that. As long as he has a good enough visual, he can program virtually anything,” she explained.
”Is this formal, or will casual suffice?"
Shutting the program down, the room returning to it's usual state of cold, gray panels on an empty floor, she turned off the power to the training room and turned back to her companion. “Casual, of course. This is just Salem Center. There are a few good places even such a small town.”
Walking to the doorway, she thought for a second about what else he would be interested in seeing when she realized they had seen just about all of the mansion. Except the rec room. “Well, there is just one more stop on the Betsy Braddock Tour. That would be the rec room. Usually the most active and crowded room in the mansion but with most of the students and adults away, it's fairly peaceful in there now,” Betsy told him with a grin. Holding out her arm, she said, “Shall we?”
((Continued in the Rec Room))
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Post by callisto on Jun 28, 2005 5:03:06 GMT -5
“I threw them away, although they deserve a bloody good burning. If you put them back on, however, I will personally escort you back to the Morlock tunnels myself. Now, if you are uncomfortable with what you have been given, I'll try to find something more suitable to your unique tastes. In the meantime, Logan can take you to a guest room,” Betsy informed Callisto. Glancing over at Sean, she looked back at Callisto with a smile and added, “I have a tour to complete.”
Callisto spluttered. Her clothes. She had not only stolen, she had thrown away her clothes. That…GRAH! Throwing her hands up, Callisto stormed from the room, waiting impatiently by the door, tapping her foot. “Hurry up!” She snapped at Wolverine, shooting one last venomous glare at Betsy. The woman had stolen her clothes!
“Hooker.” She muttered sharply before leaving the room and managing to slam the door open on her way out.
Callisto exits to her room, along with a gratuitously stolen Wolverine.
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Post by Banshee on Jun 28, 2005 10:13:34 GMT -5
Sean accepted Elisabeth's arm with a lordly air, and allowed her to lead him away. He mentally went through his clothes, thinking of what he should wash and wear. He remembered a nice button down shirt and a good pair of khakis.
"Only one stop left on this tour! Ach, I don't think I want this ta end. But then, I do need some time to prepare for tonight. I definately need to shave and do some primping." He laughed with good humor, this day had turned out better then he'd hoped for.
(continued in the rec room)
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 8, 2005 10:07:27 GMT -5
Betsy walked silently through the halls of the mansion, barely noticing that Joseph was awake in the rec room. Making her way to the locker room, she quickly changed into her uniform and pulled her hair back in a braid. If anything was going to clear her mind, it was this. And she knew just who her opponent would be.
Once she was dressed, Betsy walked into the control room and quickly chose the program she was looking for. Giving herself ten minutes before the program started, she entered the actual Danger Room, leaving her signature purple towel outside on the chair so the others would know she was in there.
After her ten minute warm up, the scenery around her changed dramatically and suddenly, instead of gray metal walls, she was in China again. Perched high on top of a building, Betsy watched as numerous Hand ninjas filled the city streets and began to hunt for her. Launching herself into the center of one group, Betsy's psi knife extended automatically and she concentrated on the task before her and got to work.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 8, 2005 21:59:52 GMT -5
The program ended on schedule, the scenery giving way to gray steel walls and her opponents abruptly disappearing right out from under her. It had been a good session, she was tired but not exhausted and now Betsy looked forward to a long shower and clean clothes.
Reaching outside the door to grab her towel, she left the door open as she dried the sweat off her face, arms and legs. Her hair was falling ungraciously out of its tight braid but that would be taken care of with the shower. Performing a few mild stretching exercises to keep her muscles loose, Betsy was about to return to the control room to turn everything off when she heard, "MAN DOWN IN THE REC ROOM!!! NEED A DOCTOR NOW!!!"
Slamming the door to the Danger Room shut behind her, Betsy started running for the stairs that would lead to the next floor and the rec room.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 9, 2005 20:09:01 GMT -5
Betsy walked the short distance from the med lab to the danger room in silence. Stopping long enough in the doorway to grab her towel and drape it around her neck, she saw the “in use” light was still on and swore softly. Continuing to the control room, she sat down at the computer and shut the system down. The lights in the danger room dimmed and turned off.
That job done, she stood up and walked over to the glass wall and leaned against it, crossing her arms. Looking at Sean, she said, “Thanks for your help with Joseph. If you hadn't been in there with him, it's hard telling what would have happened.” It wasn't quite the conversation she needed to be having with Sean but it was a start.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 9, 2005 23:13:49 GMT -5
((continued from med lab))
Sean followed Elisabeth to the Danger Room, glad she wasn't running from him. He was surprised to hear her thanking him for his actions.
"There is nae need ta thank me, Elisabeth. Although, I do wonder why ye never told me there was a younger, almos' identical version of Erik Lensherr living here. I've seen memos and wanted pictures of him for years."
Not waiting for her to answer him, he continued,
"I'm glad ye asked me in here, I wanted to talk with ye. As the Americans call it, lay the cards on the table. I'm going to be honest with ye; I like ye, a lot. We have fun together, and you keep me on me toes. I have nae had a good friend in a long, long time."
"We spark, we click, we have so much fun. I know ye are not looking for anything long term, and I'm not ready for anythin like that either."
'Yuir company is like a breath of fresh air, for a man drowning. When I am with ye, I'm someone I have nae been in years; Sean Cassidy, the man, not the Interpol detective, the grieving widower, the cop, I'm just me."
"I dinnae feel lonely when we're together. An tha' in itself is worth it, ta me." He reached out for her hands, not knowing if she'd take them.
"Look, I want ta spend time with ye, as friends, nothing more, unless we decide to take that next step. I will nae push ye for anything you don't want. There is a saying americans use; friends with privileges. If it means what I think it does, it might work for ye and me?"
"I"m willin ta try, if ye are. Life is too short ta let good friends pass ye by. What do ye say, Elisabeth?"
Sean stood in the danger room, almost looking like a man about to face a firing squad. He waited for her answer, hoping she'd stay his friend and be willing to enjoy his company the way he enjoys hers.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 9, 2005 23:52:53 GMT -5
To say that Betsy was relieved would have been an understatement. Sean had just saved her from making her “no commitment” speech and he had no clue he had done it. The friends with privileges portion was a surprise, though. Not that she hadn't heard it before, just never from someone she would be seeing everyday.
Unfolding her arms that had been her way of keeping him at arms length before his speech, Betsy took the hands that were offered. “I think being friends is perhaps the second best offer I've had all day,” she said with a wink. “As for the added benefits to a friendship, I'd rather something like that happen on its own like this morning. If it happens again, that's fine. If not, then that's fine as well.”
Letting go of his hands, she took a step back and continued, “As for Joseph, he just came back yesterday. Half the team doesn't even know he's here yet. Now, remember how I said I have things to do this morning? Standing around in my uniform isn't one of them. I am going to try and see if I can't get my young charge to open up some more. Ash should be awake by now. This afternoon we'll get you some skates and take advantage of the freshly shoveled rink.”
Preparing to walk past him and upstairs to shower and change, Betsy instead wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. “Thank you, Sean, for everything,” she said softly.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 10, 2005 0:12:36 GMT -5
Sean's eyes twinkled in a way that Elisabeth knew all too well.
He arched an eyebrow at her mention of changing out of her uniform. The way it looked on her. . . .best not to think of at the moment. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing there would be no awkward, where do we go from here drama.
As she hugged his neck, he put his arms around her waist, marveling at how such as strong woman could be so thin. He gently kissed her cheek, fighting and winning with the male part of him that wanted to do more.
"Need any help with tha'?" Sean leered, knowing she would recognize it as patently fake.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 10, 2005 0:37:57 GMT -5
"Need any help with tha'?" Sean asked in a way that she was getting used to quickly.
Betsy let him go and laughed. “No, I think I can handle this on my own, thank you. I really need to get going, though. Beating the crap out of a bunch of holographic ninjas does take it's toll and I hear the shower upstairs calling my name. I'll let you know, one way or another, when Ash and I are done. Who knows, perhaps I can convince her to try ice skating. It's doubtful but the girl has surprised me a few times already,” Betsy said.
Making her way to the door, she looked back and with a wicked grin, asked, “Did you remember to clear the picnic stuff off the roof?” Then she walked out the door, laughing at the image of one of her teammates discovering the intimate little setting.
((Exit to Ash's Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 10, 2005 0:45:18 GMT -5
Sean suddenly remembered that he'd left all the picnic supplies on the roof. In all the heat of the moment, he'd let it slip from his mind. I knew I was forgetting something. He laughed at himself and went off to remedy his mistake.
((continued on roof))
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