Summary:Bobby and Quinn plan a trip. The word 'plan' is used in the loosest sense. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's a clear night, practically cloudless, and warmer than usual for this time of night. Most of the mansion will be asleep by now, but Bobby's wide awake, and most certainly not in his room. In fact, he's out on the lake. Which is frozen. Because Iceman. It's a good night to go skating, apparently, and the frozen lake shouldn't bother anyone (except maybe some fish?), and it'll be thawed by morning anyway. He needed to get out and think. Bobby skates around the frozen surface easily, his hands held behind him loosely. No overly cheerful singing of childish Disney musicals though, just silence except for the sound of his feet on the ice.
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The past few days have been interesting and probably a bit rough. Retooling a few programs for herself in the danger room allowed Quinn a bit of time to properly recover and become up to snuff. There were times when she did visit Bobby, who was either busy with another staff member, not there, not in his room or.. just gone. She didn't want to impede on his space as much as she had already did, or take up corners of his mind that she's tried to erase. It was all hands off.
But unable to sleep herself, she ventures outside. Following that signature link, flying through the trees with a dodge of a branch, duck of a leaf, evasion of a trunk. Out into the clearing is where she finds him, skating. It looked like fun, but she'll be damned if she tries it, so she flies close, hovering in the air with a slightly concerned look, which soon changes to deadpan.
"What are you thinking." At least he would know she wasn't scolding him.
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"You're psychic, Q," Bobby answers, continuing to skate along in the figure-eight pattern he'd been moving along. He doesn't mean to be short with her, it was just the first thing that came to mind when she asked. They haven't spent a lot of time together the last little while; Yeah, they're adults now, so they have those. "Sorry," he says after a moment, realizing that was kind of a dickish thing to say. "I'm just feeling off, I guess. Kind of aimless. There's lots to do here, but I'm not sure it's where I should be? I'm sorry we haven't spent much time together lately. Probably symptomatic of all this," he says, closing with a motion toward his own head.
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Ouch. That kinda stung. But Quinn keeps it cool as she continues to watch him, then slowly floats down to carefully land on the ice, yet keeping herself light enough to not cause any cracks due to her surprise visit. But still she remains silent, letting him work it out and all, then mutters to herself along with a hiss of air and a glance to the left. "Trying to be respectful."
"Are you thinking about leaving the team?" She asks honestly, and wouldn't fault him for that. "If.. there is some sort of team or whatever." She did go out with Scott and crew the last time, got slapped for her troubles! "Or just get away for a while?" The mention of him not being around gets a wave of her hand, she doesn't care about all that too much.
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"I don't know. 's why I'm out here thinking," he says, skating around a quick circle to stop next to where she landed. The ice is strong enough, he's not worried about her breaking it, even with them both standing on the same spot. And even if it did, he'd just mend the cracks. When he gets close enough, Bobby reaches out to take her hand, his own skin cool to the touch. "The team doesn't, hasn't needed me. I'm not much more than a pencil-pusher here, and maybe that's on me, but it's still not a great feeling. I should be doing more. If I did go somewhere.. would you come with me?" He couldn't really blame her if she said no, considering how distant they've been recently, but judging by his tone, he's hoping she'll say yes, even if only as some kind of sign that she's still in on this thing they have together.
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As he reaches out to take her hand, she..looks a little shocked! She didn't expect that, keeping her hand lax until she finally decides to hold it gently. And give it a quick bounce. She didn't want to make excuses to his feelings or what other people think, so she listens. For once, allowing Bobby to figure out what he needed to do, and to actually be there.
"You're turning me into a little bitch.." She snaps, finally letting go of his hand. She steps back, making sure not to slip.. but tries with her own bare shoes to try to skate around, slowly of course, arms out at her side and knees awkwardly bent. "But the fact remains, I'll follow you anywhere. Probably won't like it though." Lies. He could tell that she would.
"I guess, you just gotta figure out where we're going first."
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Bobby smiles as Quinn attempts to maneuver on the ice. It's a lot more successful than her first attempt, if he remembers correctly. She'd be able to sense that he appreciates her listening to him, and not being all.. well, Quinnish about the whole thing. He glides across the ice effortlessly to stay near, but doesn't interfere with her efforts. "Disney World. I've always wanted to go to Disney World." Because Bobby is at heart a child. He never grew up. He probably never really will. Learn to love it. "Maybe I just need a vacation. Maybe it'll be more clear afterward. Where would you go? I mean, you can go anywhere." She's got the money and the will, after all.
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Disney World wasn't a bad idea. There were a lot of things to do at Disney World. It was a shock that Quinn even considers this, in truth aside from being a closet genius, she was also a geek for all things written and acted out on the big screen. She was sure that was the particular place that she's read about recently that opened up a new Harry Potter exhibit, or.. was it another place..
Still, she was making good progress on the eyes, attempting to turn with one leg while keeping the other straight, still hands out at her side and crouched low. "Disney World." Quinn answers. "Though I'd probably go to France. Japan. Maybe Amsterdam, smoke all the weed I can until I'm sick of it enough to quit." Hell, she can go everwhere. And for free if she decides to fly. "I don't know. Maybe some place not so busy. Bermuda. Think my parents own an island out there. I would just lay there and do nothing."
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"An island. Your parents own an island." Bobby says it more for his own clarification, because hearing it out loud makes it a little more real for him. Well of course they own an island. "You couldn't lay there and do nothing, Quinn." Beat. "You'd lay there and do me." Snare-tom-cymbal. He pauses though, thinking, while he moves around in a circle again, keeping moving while they talk. This is nice. Why has he been making excuses? "… do you want to go to Bermuda with me?" He's got some money saved, but they wouldn't be flying first class.
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"Yep." Of course they did! She does remember those vacations when she was a child, though most of the time she was stuck with the tutor and maids while her parents drank and had their little socialite parties. His joke though, causes her to slip, her arms windmilling as she bends back and forth, stopping at the -right- moment before she faceplants to stand up straight. "-NOT- funny!" Okay, it was a little funny, thankfully he can't see the smile on her face.
"I'll go to Bermuda with you." Could she feel his intention of paying? "I'll fly us there." She slowly skids to a stop, still wibbily wobby, but it was a good workout on the legs and abs. "How much do you weigh?"
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"Whoa, you never ask a dude how much he weighs," he jokes. Yes, he might have giggled a little bit, internally, when she slips and flails, but he's pretty impressed that she could right herself without it becoming a whole thing. "I'm a tight 180," he says after a moment, straightening up a little bit. The number's probably mostly accurate, but 'tight' might be a bit of a stretch. The months at the mansion have certainly added to his, uh, softness. "Wait, when you say you'll fly us.. you mean get tickets on a flight, right? Not, uh.." Not that he doesn't think she can do it, but flying that far without a jet engine underneath is just a little unnerving.
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"Well I need to know.." Quinn says quietly, then slowly turns around to face him. She made a point to do it slow, and not look like a total dunce by falling on her face. But, now her mind was a blast of thinking. From New York to the Bermuda isle's was over a thousand miles. Handling his weight and her alone would put on a strain, which would cause them to stop at least thirty times for food, rest, and other activities. She finds herself smiling at this thought, mostly because maybe there's a festival that they could pop into before taking off again. Ugh, she felt gross. But a good gross!
"No. No tickets. Self imposed flight. I think we can make it." She grins. "Maybe. I have been known to drop people every once in a while. But I think you'll be safe.."
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Nervous? Why would Bobby be nervous! Of course, there'd be an ocean underneath them, in case anything went wrong. Landing in the middle of a desert would be a problem, maybe, but where there's water Bobby is at his best. Or at least, he assumes so. He hasn't actually tried it! No time like the present? He steels his thinking, and slides back over to Quinn again. "Okay. Let's do it. Bermuda. Private island. No tan lines." Yes, that's where his head goes. Did you just meet him?
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Once he agrees to it, she finally puts off the most brilliant smile. She reaches out for his arms, dragging him close to drape her own around his neck. "Yeah? No tan lines?" She asks, leaning back a little to see his feet so that she could step upon them and get off of the ice. "You're scared aren't you. Admit it. You're scared that I'm going to drop you somewhere and kill you." She leans in to brush her nose against his, then wobbles a little as she draws back. Hell, if he drops her right now, she's determined to get payback, that was for sure.
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"No," he says, but he's lying. Hey, it's a very real possibility, don't judge! Bobby grins, and wraps his arms around Quinn's waist, holding her against him as she stands on his feet. He's not going to drop her; on ice, he's as stable as he can ever be. It's in his damn name. He's an ice -man-. "And yeah. If you've got a private island, I plan to spend the days as naked as the day I was born. Gonna have to dig a little hole in the sand so I can tan my back." Pause. "I mean a big hole. A big hole!"
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"You mean a little hole." Quinn quips back. She's seen all parts of Bobby, and plus this was hilarious! She was definitely not going to let this one go, especially whenever she sees sand! But, she decides to let him in on her thinking outloud, she was sure that he's heard at least bits and pieces of it.
"It's going to be a couple of days before we even get there. Maybe a week." She states. "Pack light. Our combined weight may just be well over three hundred.. and of course we're going to make stops along the way to rest and eat." She tilts her head now, her smile fading. "Unless you want to get there right away? My parents don't have a private jet but we can fly first class if it's too much for you."
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"I dunno, you seem pretty keen on doing the trip yourself," Bobby observes. "But I hadn't even thought of luggage. I can pack light, but I have no idea what a week in Bermuda entails for a woman," he muses aloud. "I just need to bring a toothbrush and a pair of trunks." And from the sound of it, the trunks are really optional. "Tell you what, Q. You decide and I'll go with whatever. You know me. I'm easy." There's a pause, and he looks down, and nods. "Yeah. Big hole."
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"Yeah.. but I'm starting to have second thoughts." He would know why! He keeps making reference to it! "Tell you what. I'll get us a flight there, and lets make it two weeks instead of one." Surely, they'll be burnt to all hell, but small island living (and it's a small island, nothing huge!) can take a toll on people! "Leave our phones here, since we're all we need, right?" Ugh! UGH! She does pat his cheek, then slowly pulls away so that she could raise herself into the air. "I'll book the flights, go get ready! We can leave as soon as the sun raises."
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