[ network/log ] howlettes training session #1

[danzan]

i. actionspam

[ Because of the sheer number of people that ended up responding to Logan's apparent call for Mahjong team members, he ends up having to change the venue of their training from his office to the ante room next to Charles'. The first half-hour is spent explaining the rules of Mahjong (and snapping at anyone who tries to interrupt him; Logan's trying to get the damn explanation done as soon as possible), and after that he splits members into groups of four in the hopes of playing at least one game. He hovers throughout this first game in case anyone has anything they need clarified, and he's decidedly nicer than he was when he was busy trying to explain how the game works.

After all the first games are concluded, he leaves everyone to their devices to get to know each other, with the caveat that any mansion explorations are done with minimal destruction to the grounds. Some snacks have been laid out on the table -- mostly crisps, cookies, and other easy to eat fingerfoods (plus some Trix, courtesy of Spiderman) -- and there're bottles of juice and pop on the fireplace mantle, along with plastic cups if anyone wants to use them.

Logan also begrudgingly distributes a jacket to everyone at some point in the day. Having given the roster to Cyclops beforehand, the idiot went and got jackets made for them. All right, then.

He'll spend most of his free time seated in one of the chairs drinking pop and eating Trix, and saying yes to anyone who might want to play another Mahjong game with him. Mostly, he's just appalled that this thing's actually happening... and that so many people said yes.

Maybe he knows how to make friends after all. ]

ii. network/texting (after everyone's left the mansion)

Hey, good session today. Hope we all learned something from it. I think I learned more than I should have.

I'm sending all of you our teammates' contact details. You see a codename, that's all you're getting -- some of us want to keep our identities secret. If you're messaging anyone, let them know who you are first, OK?

Any questions or concerns, let me know.

P.S. This is what the Hyundai looks like: [ATTACHED IMG]. Print that out and stick it on the ceiling of your bedroom so you don't lose sight of your goals or whatever the hell it is people do.

L.

iii. open option

MAKE YOUR OWN STARTERS. Literally do it. Toplevel and stuff so I (and other people) can hit all of you, damn.

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[danzan]

[ Logan offers a handful of Erik's spiced almonds Mananan's way, but not without an amused look on his face. ]

"The Vanisher", huh. [ He's trying not to laugh. ] Man, if Porter ever finds out you stole his identity, he's gonna kick my ass for letting you do it.

[ But it's easier to call Mananan a vanishing mutant than his guardian angel, he supposes -- even if another part of him feels like he should probably come clean soon. ]

[fallenfor]

[ Things have cleared out, but Mananan still taps the button on the pendant he's taken to wearing around his neck, cutting his voice off from anyone but Logan. He accepts some almonds, letting out a laugh as the name comes up. ]

Someone said it in passing, so I thought it would be good to stick with it. It would be weirder to say I'm your angel. [ A couple of almonds are popped into his mouth and there's a brief look of surprise at the taste. ] These are good.

[ He eats a few more as he leans toward Logan, letting their arms meet as he looks over the practice space. ] It went really well, didn't it?

[danzan]

Yeah. [ Mananan's weight on him is comforting; there's no other way to put it. Logan pops another almond into his mouth, chewing on it as he returns the application of weight and thumps the side of his head against Mananan's own. ] Lot better than I thought.

I was worried Charles'd be scolding me for blowing up the ante room.

[ But he's glad to be proven wrong. Logan keeps his hand hovering between them so Mananan can finish the almonds with him. ]

[fallenfor]

[ He smiles as he feels the weight returned, the meeting of their heads earning a quiet laugh as he eats another almond. Mananan can't help understanding Logan's thoughts of expecting the worst and hoping for the best, though it's not as if he invited anyone too awful from what he could tell. ]

You should invite Charles to the next practice. He'd like this and it would be good for them to practice against tough players.

[ Because Mananan definitely isn't a tough opponent. Luck doesn't seem to find him with games.

He helps finish off the almonds then eyes Logan. ]

You should loan me your jacket.

[danzan]

[ The thought of Charles joining coaxes a laugh out of him. ] What, and kill everyone's morale because they're all losing so badly? I mean...

[ He could do it, is what he wants to say, but instead he finds himself blinking in surprise as Mananan gestures to the yellow jacket on his body instead.

And that makes him laugh too, but for different reasons. It's something like, well, I don't get it, but okay.

He slips the jacket off, then drapes it himself over Mananan's shoulders. Mananan is slimmer than him, lean where Logan is thick, and it shows here especially. ]

So?

[fallenfor]

You need to toughen them up, right? The other people playing to win that car aren't going to be nice because some of them are kids.

[ He has no idea just how vicious some of those little old women will be come tournament time, but he knows that competitions bring out the worst in everyone, his own kind included.

Mananan's half expecting a question as to why he wants the jacket, but he's instead left with it over his shoulders, a smile spreading across his face as he lets out a laugh. ]

I was thinking when we're not together, but now is fine, too. [ He slips his arms into it, amused by the way it fits, a reminder of their differences despite similar heights. ] It smells like you.

[danzan]

[ It's nice making Mananan laugh. Logan smiles when he hears it, and he's still smiling when Mananan's arms are through the sleeves and he takes note of how loose it hangs on his slender frame. ]

What do I smell like? [ He has some vague idea of it, given he and Victor smelled almost the same, but it's hard to scent himself when his scent's like a blanket over everything else he experiences. ] Dirt and cigars, I guess.

Comfy?

[fallenfor]

[ The reminder of their size difference just makes the strength difference that much more amusing, though Mananan doesn't say anything about it. There's some temptation to scoop Logan up and carry him out of the room, but it can wait.

Instead, he hums softly as he turns his head to press his nose to the shoulder of the jacket. Then he follows that by turning to Logan to lean in and press a kiss to his neck, sniffing as he does. ] Right now, you smell like cigars and soap. But you do smell like dirt sometimes, too.

[ When he straightens up, he nods his approval at the feel of the jacket. ] I need you to wear it more, though. It still smells too new.

[danzan]

[ He likes the touch of Mananan's lips, the warmth of his breath when he exhales through his nose. It makes him shiver, nice and new. ]

I'll wear it the next few weeks, at least. [ And beyond that, even, because seeing the jacket -- seeing the rest of his Howlettes wear their jackets -- makes him all warm inside.

He chews the end of his lower lip. ]

You don't mind the cigar smoke? [ Reaching down, Logan links his pinky with Mananan's. ] Rogue keeps tellin' me to quit.

[fallenfor]

Good. This can be the jacket you use most of the time. [ Only most of the time since Mananan still intends to borrow it.

He glances down at the feeling of their pinkies linking, smiling as he curls his to keep hold of Logan's. ]

I've never minded it. [ It's said with a shrug, the smell just another thing he associates with him. ] Why does she want you to quit?

[ Since it's not like there's any health concern in Logan's case. ]

[danzan]

The secondhand smoke's still bad. [ Logan says it like a child who doesn't believe lots of sweets are bad for them, though, so it's clear it's not made much of an impact. ]

...something like that.

[ His swings their hands a little, wrist moving in the smallest effort. ] Thanks for not caring 'bout my stink.

[fallenfor]

Nobody has to be around you while you're smoking. [ It probably doesn't help that both of them are immune to the bad side of it, so Mananan has no reason to support Logan quitting when he can be around the smoke without issue.

Their hands swing a little and he lets out a quiet laugh. ]

I don't think you stink. It's your smell. I like it.

[danzan]

Wow. That's really fucking sappy of you to say.

[ But Logan's grinning about it, moving so more of his arm presses against more of Mananan's. ]

Think you're the only one who likes how I reek.

[fallenfor]

I think I've said sappier things to you.

[ He knows he has. But he likes that they usually get that kind of grin and Mananan better hooks his pinky around Logan's to pull his hand up, tilting his head to press a kiss to it.

When he looks over at him again, his tone is teasing. ]

Good thing, huh? That the person who sleeps with you likes it.