Garrison and Adrienne - Post-Fury

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Adrienne finds a very curious-looking Garrison resting in his suite and they discuss his injury and her feelings about how he came by it.

Letting herself into Garrison's suite, Adrienne tossed her keys onto the side table and her bag onto the floor, kicked her shoes off, and twisted the top off a beer right from the paper bag she was carrying. Taking a long swig, she turned around to pad into the living area, spotted Garrison, and sprayed beer all over the floor. "Holy Eight Ball, Batman!" Blinking away her surprise, she launched herself towards the couch Garrison was on so she could look at him more closely. "Are you okay? Please say yes so I can make fun of you... because if you're not okay I can't make fun and that's just... not fun."

"Okay isn't exactly the term that I'd use." Garrison was lying nude on the couch, arms behind his head, and Rooney sitting above him sleeping. The Canadian's skin was pitch black and slightly shiny, making it hard to make out a lot of detail in the dim light. It was also obvious that his hair and beard were gone and the rest of his body was as smooth as the billiard ball finish she'd compared him to. "Mission went a little tougher than we expected. I think I'm the only one not in the medlab right now. I got fried badly enough with microwaves and electricity that my omni-skin is on the glitch."

Adrienne poked his shoulder gently, curious. "'Sucks about everyone in the medlab," she murmured, poking his bicep. "'Glad you didn't have to go to the medlab. Did Jean check out the omni-skin glitchy-ness yet? Give you a timetable for when it'll be un-glitched?"

"Jean's in the Box with a broken pelvis. Also, this is Blaquesmith tech. We don't even know how it works much less how to fix it. I'm hoping it will just reset like normal. Maybe the fact that it got taxed more today than any other times just means it takes longer." His skin had a slick feel to it, as if Kane was coated in a slick, thick rubber. He closed his eyes again. "Which is useful considering I feel like I'm going to sleep for a week right now."

"Ouch." Adrienne wrinkled her nose at Garrison's description of what happened to Jean. "I don't know why the hell you X-Men put yourselves through shit like that over and over and over again." She kept on poking, this time moving to his ribs. "And this time taxed you more than any other times?!" Her poking turned into a gentle smack. Knowing what else he'd gotten himself into in the past, Adrienne was not comforted by that declaration. "You're going to sleep forever because I'm going to kill you if you don't stop going into situations where you come so very, very close to getting killed!" Except she knew he would never stop, and she hoped he knew by now that she would never actually ask him to. He was who he was, and changing him would mean he was no longer the guy she fell in love with. But she didn't have to like the fact that he came very close to dying a lot more than she was comfortable with.

"Hey, hey! Under this I've been beaten to hell." He half-heartedly waved off her hands and instead snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "It's okay, babe. I know you worry, but if I hadn't been there... actually, if any of us hadn't been there, none of us would have made it back. That's why we're a team, so we can look out for each other."

Adrienne let herself fall onto Garrison, the rubbery skin still feeling odd to the touch. "I don't worry!" Adrienne responded, a little too quickly. "It's just that I've just broken you in the way I want you, and if you die I'll have to start all over again from scratch training someone else." She rested her head on his shoulder. "And I don't mind you looking out for your teammates, just don't... y'know. Die for anyone. Except maybe Jean," she mused, eyes rolling skyward thoughtfully, though she smirked a little to show him she was joking.

"I'm not planning to die anytime soon. We've still got, like, two hundred positions still to try from that website you found." He ran a reassuring hand down her spine as she lay against him. "Being out there saves lives and that's something I just couldn't walk away from. Even for someone as unspeakably hot as you."

"I know. And I'm not asking you to," Adrienne assured him, going back to random pokings, this time poking the side of his neck. "But, with both you and Tandy nearly... y'know..." she trailed off, "in the same month... it... it would suck for me. I just... want you to know that. And I think you should have that thought hanging over your head the next time you go save some stupid country. Because I'm a bitch who lives to make you feel guilty." She shrugged. It was rare for her not to say something that was on her mind, but she couldn't articulate how she'd feel if she lost both Tandy and Garrison. Especially with Vanessa becoming more and more scarce.

"You don't think I consider that? Trust me babe, I want to protect you more than anyone so I'm avoiding the unnecessary risks. But the necessary ones, you gotta trust me on." He looked bemused at the pokings. "Are you fascinated about the skin?"

"I do trust you," she nodded without hesitation. "And I appreciate that you want to protect me more than anyone. And yeah!" she added. "I've never seen anything like this. I mean, it's really like it's you in a suit. Like you're wearing a costume. It doesn't seem like... you, y'know? Do you think we could bounce some quarters off you? I mean, it's not like we couldn't before," she teased, "but now they might really fly! If you jumped off the roof, would you bounce? If we hit you with a racquet, what would happen?"

"I don't know but if you whack me with a racquet right now, you're single." He didn't want to tell her that in his current state, she could drop him right now. "The weirdest thing is that it does muck with my touch sensitivity."

Adrienne's eyebrow shot up in the air. "Is that really all it would take? Okay, I'm filing that away for later." She poked one of his pecs. "Does it? As in, more sensitive? Or less sensitive? Cuz, if this doesn't reset, one of those could be fun. Also, isn't Blaquesmith tech what your arm's made out of? Or is that something else?"

"It feels like I'm wearing rubber gloves right now all over my body. It's a really strange feeling, especially when I blink or lick my lips." He shrugged. "And my arm is, according to the docs, my arm. He must of... I don't know, cloned it or something before finding a way to re-attach it. Best they can figure it, it's all normal meat and bone."

Poking him in the abs, Adrienne wrinkled her nose. "Body-length rubber gloves is less fun. But I kinda understand how that feels, actually. I feel like that with my hands because of my powers. All the time. It wasn't until I lost my powers in Genosha that I realized how sensitive hands were supposed to be. The blinking thing would be weird, though," she admitted. "Doesn't the arm thing kinda make you frustrated? Like... if these villains worked for the W-H-O instead of terrorists, maybe more people in the world who were missing limbs could have them... cloned or whatever?"

"When I think about all the things that could be fixed with the powers and tech we've run across, it's just hugely depressing. That's why I'm here with the team, I guess. The whole point of Xavier's is about a future where humans and mutants are integrated, working for a better future. I know it sounds corny, but imagine that the reaction to a disaster like a flood or a hurricane are people who can manipulate weather, or water. Guys like me who can clear debris faster than a bulldozer. Bringing in supplies via teleportation, while telepaths locate anyone trapped or hurt." Garrison sighed. "So, we do what we can for now."

"You poor, idealistic bastard," Adrienne teased, resting her head on his shoulder and poking his forehead. "Wait... can you really clear debris faster than a bulldozer?"

"Depends whether or not the bulldozer is already there. And I can run on beer."

"I think Frost Enterprises is working on a beer-based fuel for vehicles," Adrienne informed him. "You may have to think of another claim to fame." She slid off the couch and retrieved her makeup compact from her purse, then returned to her former spot lying on top of him, sending the cat a warning look when it raised its head from where it was lying on the back of the couch. "Ooo! I've got it! If there's ever a remake of Holiday Inn you could play Bing Crosby in that horribly racist blackface-song-and-dance number for Lincoln's Birthday?" she suggested, brushing foundation onto his forehead to see if the rubberized skin would hold the compound.

"You lost me at song and dance number." The foundation just smeared against the skin, not holding well. Kane groaned. "Okay, you know what? You're going to have to help me get to bed. I need to sleep." Kane sounded weak, hurt and tired; three things that due to his powers, Kane never sounded like.

Surprised by his declaration, Adrienne rolled off him so quickly she fell off the couch and thudded to the ground. "Well... shit," she mumbled, getting quickly to her feet. "Really? Should I call Cecelia or Laurie for you?" She wiped off the foundation and put her palm to his forehead to feel if he was warm, except she couldn't really tell.

"Not unless you had some kind of threesome planned. My healing factor will take care of everything but... mutant powers run on bio-energy and I've got nothing left in the tank right now." He swung his legs off the couch and levered himself up with the help of the couch.

Adrienne planted her feet and leaned in closer to Garrison, offering her arm to help him stand. "I'm too much of a possessive bitch to have a threesome with you and someone from the mansion," she told him apologetically; "sorry." She stooped to pick up her paper bag of beer bottles with her other hand. "All I have planned for you right now is some nice tank-filling beer and whatever leftover takeout Tandy hasn't hoovered up from our suite. Or," she amended, "because it's you, I might order fresh takeout. You'd sleep much better on a full stomach, am I right?"

"I think I'm going to sleep regardless of the situation. But I wouldn't argue against food. I just won't guarantee I'll be awake when it gets here."

"Fair enough," Adrienne nodded, pulling him to his feet. "If you're not it'll be there when you wake up. I probably will be, too, unless I'm checking on Tandy. I wonder if the medlab staff will start giving me a stipend considering how much nursing I seem to be doing?" she murmured.

"Nursing..." Kane muttered as they limped over to his bed. The Canadian slid heavily down on to the comforter, barely able to drag it over himself. "Does it come with a uniform? Like something hot and tight..." He said, half into the pillow.

Adrienne rubbed his shoulders affectionately, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Of course it does. We can play with it later, I promise, "she assured him in a soothing tone. "As soon as you stop looking like I could bench-press you and I'm assured you can stand under your own power."

"Nursing. That's, like, boobs..." Kane's words trailed off into a light snore into the pillow, lying bonelessly on the bed as sleep took him.