LOG: Haroun and Alison - Go Forth And Vacation!

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Haroun tries to convince Alison to go on Jamie's little haunted-Winnebago trip. He's mostly successful.



Closing the laptop, Alison nodded one last time to herself, hoping things would work out for Jamie's uncle. The thought of a haunted Winnebago was, well, special enough, but she was the last person who could doubt that, really. Raising one hand, she rested it on her shoulder lightly, fingers pressing down through the fabric there to feel the ridges of the thick scars beneath it. She knew she could be on duty any moment now, really - apparently the time on back-up duty had been enough for her to get full clearance once more and she wasn't about to run off now.

A door opened and closed. A heavy sigh. The sound of a door opening and closing again, then of a fan kicked on. Tuneless humming. Flush. Fan turns off, a door opens. Haroun walks in to the bedroom, grins when he sees Alison there already.

"Hey there." he said with a grin. "It's getting late - I was thinking of doing a little reading before bed. I can go sit on the couch, though, if you're tired..."

"Mmm, naw." Grinning, Alison rose to her feet to carry the laptop to the desk in the corner. "Settle down and read. I'll do some stretches in the meantime." She still preferred to double up on those exercises, until she was sure the scars' thickness wouldn't hamper her in the least. And the best way to do that was to stretch. A lot - and full body workouts were the way to go.  "Whatcha reading?"

Haroun flashed her the cover of the book he just picked up off the shelf - Goedel, Escher, Bach - An Eternal Golden Braid. "I got tired of the stupid shit, and I've been meaning to give this a go." he said by way of an explanation. "You going to stretch?" he asked, noting her limbering-up process. "Good idea."

"Ayup!" Winking at him cheerfully she started the warm-up process slowly, lingering on each more and enjoying the feel of it, noting that her back barely pulled anymore - and probably wouldn’t at all once she was properly warmed up. "Got an email from Jamie earlier, btw. Something about a haunted Winnebago and a road trip to go check into it, with some of the others in tow."

"Sounds like an elaborate setup for one of his pranks." he commented as he settled into bed, shedding his shirt and his boots and his socks and his pants before pulling on his battered camo sleeping pants and arranging himself in bed. A final visual circuit of the room, then he cracked open his book. "Might want to be careful."

Sitting down and stretching her legs in front of her, Alison rolled her eyes at that, grinning faintly. "It's not a prank. I've met his uncle. I remember hearing about that Winnebago. And he asked Illyana to go along, as well as Kitty obviously. I'm the token adult." She paused a bit, then stretched out slowly over her legs, lips quirking. "I think it was also partly to get me to take time off in a vacation sort of thing. He knows about the scars." She sobered up at that, fingertips passing beyond her toes as she kept up the slow stretch. "After was what done to his dupe… I'm not surprised, really."

"And I still don't trust him farther than I can throw him. Jamie's uncle, that is. not Jamie. Jamie's fundamentally good people." He clarified. "You want the time away riding shotgun on the Fun Bunch, then go right ahead. Miles and I will live the bachelor life while you're away. Maybe we'll throw a party." he mused with a grin. "Could get pretty wild."

"Aw, Harvey's good people." Stretching out just a bit further, Alison let out her breath slowly, crossing her eyes at Haroun slightly in a mild grimace. "I said no, though." She stuck her tongue out at him to complete the grimace, then laughed. "Somehow, the thought of you two living the bachelor life sounds very entertaining though. Go wild with chocolate milk and M&M cookies?"

"Hey, we'll get the gigantic oversized M&Ms and gallons of milk and we'll have a little milk-slide through the living room! We'll invite all our friends over and get way too loud until Xavier thumps on the floor from below to get us to keep it down." he said with a laugh. "Or maybe we'll go out and get Miles a tattoo. I think "Zug-Zug" would go well on his bicep, don't you?" he teased.

"Don't you dare!" Torn between laughter and suspicion, Alison shook her head at him warningly, wishing she had a cushion at hand to throw at him for that one. "if that's how you're trying to encourage me to go on that road trip, it's not helping much! Right now I'd better stay here just to keep the mansion safe from you two!"

Haroun sighed. "Look. You need the break, and quite frankly, _I_ need the break. From you. Go on this milk run with the kids already! See the spooky Winnebago. Miles and I will be _fine_ on our own. Give us a little bonding time." he said. "Enjoy the time away. When you come back, we'll both be active-duty and back to our old tricks."

Wincing a bit at that, Alison then settled for making another face at Haroun, pulling one leg back to start working on a split. "Boo. I'd take that way more personally if I didn't know exactly how bad I've been lately. Well. I've been doing a bit better." She grinned a bit, then. "At least enough to pass my psych eval, mmm? Pbhhhht!"

"I know it was a little low, but you've been quite the little trial. Now, you had every right to be, but I am very glad at the progress you've made. It was hard on me. Hard on you, and hard on all of us. Take. The. Break. We've got coverage on the roster." he said firmly.

"You know, if you keep saying it I will start to feel pretty lousy," she remarked mildly, stamping down on the surge of irritation at his words, ruthlessly so. With a final stretch, Alison planted both hands and shifted into a split, keeping it for a moment before pulling out and starting to stretch the other leg. "I figure Jean will be ready to swim the lake soon." After a pause, she smiled at Haroun a bit. "So I guess I should tell her to wait until I get back from the road trip to do so?"

"If you want." he said. "Or I could cover that one for you." Holding up one hand, he raised two fingers. "I, Haroun ibn Sallah al-Rashid, do solemnly promise not to use my power underwater and almost drown
myself again." he said solemnly, then lowered his hand and grinned at Alison. "Will that satisfy?"

"It's a start!" Rising to her feet after another split was done to her satisfaction, Alison padded towards the bed. "I think I may need to start a whole list to go through if you're going to be that specific though. Swearing not to let a wing plate from the 'Bird fall on your head, no tripping down the steps, no-" laughing, she swooped down for the pillow before he could make a grab for it first.

Haroun laughed, and had fully intended to bop her one with the pillow. Since she'd grabbed it before he could, he settled for a completely unsubtle grope. "Have a good time on your mini-vacation." he told her with a grin before tickling her.

"Eep!" Groping wasn't fair when it was followed by tickling, not one bit! Alison didn't hesitate to retaliate with the pillow, while conveniently falling on the bed so that either the groping or the tickling - or both - could continue. "You tickling fiend! Just you wait!"

Haroun laughed at that, and kept up his tickle-grope assault. "Wait for what?" he asked innocently. "For you to go on vacation so you can come back?"

"Vengeance!" Squealed out through a fit of giggles, the word didn't seem all that dangerous, mind. "Heehee! Just you wait! When I-" Another squeal followed, Alison getting down to the serious business of trying to weakly beat Haroun with the pillow while squirming away from the tickling but not the groping.