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 Kitchen Nightmares, March 22nd | 6 PM | Open
Chrome
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 11:00 AM
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Although he had enjoyed more preferential treatment from the Genoshan Magistrates than most mutants, freedom was not something that Chrome was familiar with. His had been a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless, and while the labour he had been forced to perform was not as physically demanding as what many others were relegated to, it was slave labour nonetheless. That was the only life that Chrome had known since he was fourteen years, and it had come with certain... limitations. Chrome was not stupid, despite the lack of higher education, and when he stuck to colouring within the lines of being a mutant activist he did rather well for himself, but any time he moved outside of those lines was an adventure.

Today's adventure was cooking. Chrome had absolutely no idea how to do all but the most basic of things when it came to cooking. Boiling water? Yes. Anything that required something to be put in that boiling water for whatever amount of time was mentioned on the packaging? Sure. Everything beyond that? Eh... probably something that was going to take some trial and error. It would have worked out fine for Chrome had he just accepted that he would forever be limited to eating plain pasta or potatoes, or just eat nothing but boiled eggs forever. But Chrome wasn't content with that, instead he wanted to learn and be better, the idea that he'd been left as some kind of unknowing idiot incapable of taking care of himself because of the Magistrates not sitting well with him at all.

Perhaps he could have asked someone for help. One of his fellow Brotherhood members was bound to know how to cook and willing to pass on some knowledge, but Chrome had stubbornly decided that he would figure it out himself. Cooking came with instructions, Chrome knew how to read, he figured that this couldn't be all that difficult to figure out. How exact a process could cooking be, anyway? It didn't strike him like some kind of exact science where the smallest of mistakes could lead to disaster. Of course when you approached it that way, and repeatedly neglected to pay close attention to details, the smallest of mistakes could add up quickly.

That was how Chrome had ended up where he was now, leaning over the kitchen sink to rinse out his mouth with water. His attempt at a sweet and sour sauce to go with the chicken, vegetables and rice that he had been preparing had turned into... something else entirely. Chrome would hesitate to choose any combination of adjectives to describe what it had turned out to be, he only knew that they'd be negative. Whatever he'd concocted tasted so vile that his first impulse was to just transmute it from sauce to water, but that wouldn't have gotten rid of the taste. Chrome wasn't sure if anything would ever get rid of the taste. He was actually considering eating a bar of soap.

"Jesus, what did I even--" Chrome started as he straightened himself, resting his hands on the countertop, cutting himself off when he realised that yet another thing had gone wrong. Unless he was somehow mistaken, and had missed that particular detail when going through the instructions - it was likely he had missed at least a few and played it loose with several others - he was sure that the frying pan he'd been preparing the chicken in was not supposed to be on fire. Maybe the oil had been old, maybe he'd just used way too much oil, or maybe he'd set the stove too high and forgot to turn it down again, Chrome didn't know how to cook well enough to even really consider any of those options. All he knew was that there was currently an oil fire happening.

"Oh, come on," he grunted in frustration as he hurried back towards the stove, carefully bringing his hands closer towards the fire to try and turn the oxygen into... something else, to remove one of the key elements that the fire needed to persist. Easier said than done, of course, what with the risk of burning himself. God, it was almost like the universe was trying to tell him something here, like how he should never cook again, and definitely shouldn't try and make his own cake for his upcoming birthday, lest he want to risk either poisoning all of his fellow Brotherhood members or just straight up burn their base down.
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Nightmare
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 12:22 PM
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The kitchen was her realm, in a sense. It was what she did when she was bored, it was what she did to help herself calm down, essentially if she didn't have anything else pressing to attend to, she normally found herself pulled into the kitchen to try out a new recipe or make something small just to keep her hands busy. She'd strolled toward the kitchen with the intent to whip up some kind of dinner for herself, she was thinking maybe some kind of ribs would be good. It was the more the kind of food Ash would have made but since he was sadly no longer with them, she was out one seriously amazing kitchen buddy so she would have no choice but to pick up the slack his absence caused. She'd probably have to make a grocery run to pick up the necessary ingredients but that was alright, maybe someone would want to go with her. Shopping trips were always more fun when you had someone to come with you and keep you company.

She didn't expect to be hit with the smell of something rather off as she made her way to the kitchens though, and she certainly didn't expect to stumble upon the scene of Chrome battling a fire on the stove top. Well, this certainly was an exciting turn of events, boy that fire looked big...

“Oh dear.”

Her voice didn't hold any kind of urgency, but the way she bolted over to the fridge spoke to how serious she knew the situation was. She began to rummage about for that box of baking soda that she kept in there to help absorb leftover odors. Sometimes the takeout that people brought home just had a vile smell, she thought she deserved a pat on the back for helping keep that to a minimum.

“Turn that burner off for me.” She called out over her shoulder as she grabbed the box and ripped the top off completely to have an easier time dumping the contents over the fire.

Really, what the hell had he been doing to cause something like this? She supposed it had all started innocently enough, everyone had their kitchen mishaps right? She herself had set a thing or two on fire, so she couldn't be terribly upset. Maybe he'd turned his back at the wrong moment, maybe he'd had the heat too high? She'd ask him what the hell happened once the fire itself was out and she was making him help clean up the mess.

“Here, dump this on it.” Hopefully the box of baking soda would be enough, but she whirled around to the cupboard and grabbed a large container of salt, just in case the soda wasn't enough. She didn't want this to end up taking out half the kitchen, she could only imagine how upset some of the others would get if they suddenly had to remodel and rebuild one of the most important rooms of the base.
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Chrome
 Posted: Apr 13 2018, 05:37 AM
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At the sound of Nightmare's voice, Chrome turned his head in her direction. "Please help" was clearly communicated in the look he gave her, and the woman wasted no time to do just that. Chrome turned his attention back towards the fire he had created then, attempting to use his mutant ability to contain it as well as he could, only looking back towards Nightmare briefly when she told him to turn off the burner. "I--Yes, of course." It really should have occurred to him without Nightmare needing to point it out. It wouldn't stop the fire, but at least it would keep it from getting worse.

Hopefully.

The box of baking soda was handed to him next, the purpose of which was lost on Chrome - he barely knew how to cook, let alone how to douse a kitchen fire - but Nightmare seemed confident enough that it would work, so he saw no reason not to do as told. Well, almost. Instead of dumping the contents of the box onto the fire, Chrome first deposited a small amount of baking soda into his hand. He was unfamiliar with the substance, but his mutation didn't just allow him to simply transmute matter. It also allowed him to consciously analyse anything he touched down to the molecular level and recall that information perfectly when needed.

With that done, Chrome dumped the contents of the box onto the fire, which almost immediately shrank down to near nothing as the flames were suffocated by the baking soda. For good measure, Chrome held his hand above what little remained and transmuted the air molecules that came into direct contact with his hand into the same substance he'd just poured onto the fire to take care of the rest.

Crisis averted, Chrome let out a sigh as he oversaw the mess he had made. There was the sauce, which wasn't burnt like the chicken had been, but having had a taste he figured that setting fire to it might actually be an improvement. Then there were was the chicken in the frying pan, burnt to a crisp and covered in a thick layer of baking soda. Finally, there was the rice, which hadn't been burnt completely or turned into something beyond recognition by Chrome's cooking "skill" like the sauce had, but upon closer inspection had sort of caked to the pan it was in due to the Genoshan's neglect. Apparently not even dry rice was something he could make anymore.

"Thank you," Chrome said to Nightmare as he turned around, realising that he had yet to show appreciation for her timely assistance. "I was trying to cook," he explained to her, almost as if how big a mess he had made of the kitchen would otherwise come across as a deliberate attempt to destroy it. Gesturing towards the stove, Chrome managed a smile. "Clearly this isn't something I'm very good at." Or honestly, even remotely decent. Even "terrible" felt like an understatement considering how much he'd managed to do wrong.

"Do you think any of this is salvageable?" Chrome wondered as he leaned in a little to inspect the various pans set out on the stove. "Not the food," he was quick to add. He already knew that his attempt at making food was well beyond saving. "I mean the pots and pans. I'm tempted to just destroy the evidence of my failure and get replacements." All it would take was a simple touch, and the evidence could literally go up in thin air. "And then get something to eat." Looking back towards Nightmare, Chrome offered her another smile. "Are you hungry?"
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Nightmare
 Posted: Apr 15 2018, 01:36 AM
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The look he gave her, it tugged at her heart strings a little. It reminded her a lot of the first time she'd ever tried to teach her brother how to cook something more advanced than pasta. Scrambling and panicking would get them nowhere though, which is why she acted with such calm and collected movements. Certainly there was a necessary urgency, but there was no point in getting worked up. Even if she'd been capable of fear, she would have kept her cool, because panic only made room for more mistakes.

She looked over her shoulder again, checking to see if the salt was needed, heaving a little sigh of relief when she saw that the soda had done just fine on its own. Closing the cupboard she'd been digging through, she turned back around and peeked around the taller to survey the damages.

Well at least the walls weren't scorched.

She offered a tiny grin up at him as he faced her and offered thanks. Trying to cook huh? Well, he certainly was trying. “No need for thanks, I'd say you could do with a bit more practice though.” Her gentle tease came out with a small chuckle. She dismissed his need to explain himself with a casual wave of her hand and a smile. Honestly, when she thought hard enough about it, the 'how' really didn't matter aside from her own personal curiosity. What was actually important is that the kitchen was still standing and no one was hurt. “Are you alright? You're not burned at all are you?” She looked over his arms to see if she saw any grease burns. Those could be quite serious if they weren't taken care of properly, and they were painful to boot.

“Hm, well...” She looked at the various pots and pans, stepping over to the stove and peeking into the cookware to see just how damaged everything had become. “I'd say we can clean the rice pan easily enough, and this one looks like it could just be washed out.” Her gaze landed on the questionable looking sauce pan. She pursed her lips a little and then turned her eyes to look at the...was that chicken? She couldn't tell. It used to be something anyway. “This one I think we can just toss.”

She reached over and pat him on the shoulder. “I've got to tell you, this rice pan is going to have to soak in hot water for a while before we can scrape it out. I think in all fairness we can leave it in the sink to its own devices and go get some food for ourselves, because yes, I am hungry.” She hoisted the rice pan off the stove and dumped what wasn't stuck to the pan into the trash.

“I'm Samara, I don't think I've formally introduced myself, though...” She looked at him once more as she put the pan into the sink, having taken a pause before she started filling it with hot soapy water. She did recognize him, of course from just seeing him around the station and from their recent prehistoric adventure, they'd probably even shared a few conversations, though with how hectic and rather ridiculous her life had been in the past few months, let alone days, she was a little embarrassed that they hadn't had a chance to really get to know one another until just then.

“I'm a little taken aback that it's taken me this long to really take a moment to get to know you. Then again, back in the jungle we were a little too busy for casual conversation.” She grabbed a bottle of dish soap and added it to the slowly filling pan.

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Chrome
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 01:38 PM
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"A bit more practice," Chrome echoed amusedly when Nightmare teased him about his cooking ability. His gaze shifted back towards the stove again and he let out a soft sigh. Thinking back on his little cooking adventure, Chrome wasn't even sure where exactly it had gone wrong. "Everywhere" came to mind first, but that wasn't particularly helpful, now was it? It wasn't really a learning experience when you remained oblivious to the details of what your mistakes had been. Perhaps "Trying to cook", as he had put it himself, was his mistake here and he should just forever depend on takeout and the kindness of others who were more at home in the kitchen.

As Nightmare checked up on him, Chrome was quick to set his teammate at ease. "Don't worry, I'm fine." He had gotten close to the fire, yes, but not close enough that he had injured himself. As clumsy as he was in the kitchen, Chrome had at least had enough common sense not to get too close to an open fire. Just close enough to try and smother it by using his transmutation ability, which hadn't really done all that much. Gasses were more difficult to transmute in general, and outside of confined spaces the smaller scale on which Chrome was capable of doing so just hadn't been enough.

"I was making sweet and sour chicken," Chrome explained to Nightmare as she took inventory of the damage the man had caused to the cookware. "That was the chicken." He pointed towards the mix of charred meat and baking soda that Nightmare's gaze had landed on. "Little bit too well done, I suppose," he added as he grabbed hold of the frying pan's handle. Nightmare had decreed it beyond salvaging, so he figured he might as well get rid of it while she handled the rice pan.

Strolling over towards the bin, Chrome opened it and shook some of the contents from the pan into it. "My name is Chrome," he introduced herself after Nightmare had done the same, choosing to use the name he had chosen for himself instead of the name he had been given at birth. Despite his parents being among the few humans that he held no ill will towards, Chrome had long distanced himself from his old identity. Allen Yuricic had been a slave to the Genoshan Magistrates, Chrome was the one who had finally turned against them and earned his freedom.

Blue eyes shifted between the bin and the frying pan for a moment, just dumping it in there and closing the lid again seeming like the easiest way to do this. It seemed inconsiderate to fill up the trash bag with something that large though, and so Chrome held it over the bin instead and concentrated briefly, transmuting the entire pan to sand and letting it fall in. Content with his handiwork, Chrome turned around to face Nightmare again. "It's fine," he assured her in response to her apology for not taking a moment to acquaint herself with him sooner. "The Savage Land was rather hectic, and I believe you weren't quite yourself for a while there." He still remembered the teenage girl that Nightmare had been when they first met on that island, arriving alongside Notion and the others.

"And I tend to keep to myself quite a bit," he added, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Old habits die hard, I guess. Back in Genosha, I was separated from my people and locked up by myself for over a decade." Those holding him captive and forcing him to use his mutant abilities in support of the Genoshan government had been the only ones whom he interacted with. Not exactly a situation that lended itself well for social interactions. "We will simply have to make up for lost time over dinner," he decided then, walking over to the kitchen island and resting his hands on the countertop. "Is there anything in particular you would like?" he wondered, cocking his head ever so slightly. "I'm not a particularly picky eater myself." Which, considering his absolute inability to prepare food, was definitely a good thing.
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Nightmare
 Posted: Apr 18 2018, 11:12 PM
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Seeing that he indeed hadn't been burned at all, she smiled gratefully. “Good, I'm glad. Grease burns are terrible, I wouldn't wish them on anyone.” That was kind of a lie, there were a few people that she would wish a freak grease fire upon, but Chrome certainly wasn't one of them.

“Sweet and sour chicken...well you were on the right track.” Where he went wrong, she would never know, the thought of it being 'too well done' bringing a genuinely amused and good natured smile to her face.

It was a major relief to know he didn't think her terribly rude for not introducing herself sooner. “Hectic is certainly the polite word for our little adventure in that horrible place, and yes I wasn't exactly myself. Well, at least not how I want to be anymore.” It was true that Samara couldn't erase her past. That seventeen year old girl was just as much Samara as the twenty eight year old was, just time and experience had made them different. The teenager had her time to shine and exist, and very clearly the world hadn't been a good place for her anymore.

Samara would be forever thankful for whatever force had restored her to her proper self.

Finishing up with the rice pot she looked over her shoulder and her brow furrowed at the mention of Genosha. She'd heard a fair amount about that horrid place from Seamus, and even thinking about how mutants were treated there had her blood boiling. It was instances like that that made her glad she was still fighting alongside the Brotherhood. If any mutant faction was going to do something about Genosha, it would be them. She dried her hands on a dish towel and turned around, leaning against the counter.

“Well I'm glad you're here now.” The statement was simple but it held a lot more meaning than surface appearances would suggest. She was glad he'd gotten away from the terrible situation, she was glad he was with people willing to take him in, and she was glad he was fighting for a worthy cause.

“Dinner sounds absolutely fantastic. You know, I was actually craving the strangest thing.” She pushed off of the counter and made her way over to the kitchen island to join him. “It's not often that I'm in the mood for greasy bar food. Though now that you mention it, some Chinese sounds good too. The world is our oyster tonight Chrome dear, is there anything you haven't tried before that sounds interesting? If not we'll just hop in the car and I'll take you on a blind food date. Sound fun?” She grinned playfully and braced her arms against the counter top.

From the way he spoke, he hadn't been allowed many choices in the past several years, which could be absolutely detrimental to a person's well being. So she offered him a small choice on helping her choose where and what to eat, without pinning all of the decision making on him and potentially overwhelming him. If he was down for a surprise, she'd be more than happy dragging him to one of her favorite places for some good food. Spending ten years locked up in captivity probably didn't afford him very many culinary experiences, and lucky for him he happened to encounter one of the biggest foodies in the state of New York.

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Chrome
 Posted: Apr 23 2018, 02:26 PM
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"It's good to be here," Chrome responded when Nightmare told him she was glad he was there now. The Genoshan's sentiment was genuine, though he was not entirely free of some sense of guilt that he was there while so many of his fellow mutants back in Genosha were still suffering under the magistrates' oppressive regime. It was similar to how he had felt back in his homeland where, despite being kept as a slave like most of his fellow mutants, his had still been a position of relative privilege. These were not thoughts that Chrome could allow himself to linger on for too long, not unless he wanted to bring down Nightmare's evening with a sullen presence, so he pushed them to the back of his mind.

Discussing dinner plans with his fellow Brotherhood member did wonders to distract him from lamenting about his homeland as well. His brows quirked up slightly as Nightmare mentioned having had a craving for greasy bar food, his brain struggling to marry the idea of that with the perfectly poised woman in front of him. He did not comment on that immediately, instead giving some consideration to the options that Nightmare had presented him with. Which were... well, basically whatever he would like to have, which was considerate of his teammate, but didn't do much to actually help him decide on anything.

"I've never actually had greasy bar food," he shared with her, "but I'm not sure if that actually sounds interesting to me." It was probably the "greasy" part of it, that did not add anything to its appeal. "I'm not even sure what kind of dishes that would entail, to be honest." Probably a lot of fried food, which didn't actually sound all that unappealing, especially in comparison to the disaster he had attempted to cook up. Granted, there were a lot of things that would seem appealing compared to that mess. Chrome would probably try to eat sand before taking his chances with his culinary disaster.

"Since you're the one who actually seems to know a thing or two about food, I think I'll opt for being surprised," he decided. "You know, expand my horizons a little." He paused for a moment before adding, "so probably no seafood." Genosha was an island nation in the Indian Ocean without all that much space for agriculture, so fish had always been a dietary staple. It wasn't like his captors ever went out of their way to provide him with anything but whatever was readily available. Again, he'd undoubtedly had it much better than the likes of Seamus and Wicked, but when your own situation only looked somewhat decent compared to that of people whose lives were absolutely awful that still didn't make it even remotely good.

"You know how to drive, yes?" Chrome wondered as he pushed away from the kitchen island and started towards the door leading out into the hallway. "Because just like cooking, driving is something that I do not know how to do." Just another entry on a long list of things he had never gotten to experience, because it hadn't been part of his expected role as a Genoshan slave. "Though it could be fun," he added as he paused in the doorway, looking towards Nightmare and flashing her a smile. "Kind of what I imagine what a rollercoaster would be like, except with more of a risk of imminent death and the terror that comes with that."
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 Posted: May 3 2018, 01:28 PM
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She giggled a little at the tiny look on his face when he admitted he wasn't so sure about 'greasy bar food'. It was definitely an acquired taste, and if you'd never had it before it could be quite intimidating to fathom. Intimidating and artery clogging.

“Generally things like burgers, fries, wings, ribs...all the things that sit heavy and make you feel too full for too long.” She smiled at him gently, reminding herself again that he hadn't had the most liberated existence and she should take care not to seem too shocked that he'd never had an American dietary staple like grease covered deliciousness. She'd get him accustomed in due time, if he was willing to go on culinary adventures with her.

She'd at least offer to teach him how to navigate a kitchen when he felt ready to try again. Everyone should at least know how to feed themselves something other than microwave meals.

“No seafood, got it.” That did help narrow it down quite a bit. She pursed her lips in thought a little and tapped her ruby manicured nails on the counter top as she considered her now much shorter list of options. She took a moment to consider her dinner companion for a moment and couldn't help but smile at him again. This was a nice feeling, the almost average interaction with her new team mate. A few of the other the occupied Station M, well...they weren't exactly the type to just go out to dinner and have a good time, for various reasons. The thought of going out to dinner with each of them flew through her brain at light speed, and some of the scenarios that came to mind ranged from mortifying to hilarious.

It was all quite endearing, she loved them all dearly.

She suddenly straightened from her position leaning on the counter and slapped her palm gently against the cold surface, letting out a soft noise of realization.

“I've got it.” She smirked at him mischievously. Of course she wasn't going to spill the beans right away, she'd let him be surprised when she pulled up the the adorable little Mediterranean place that had the best baba ghanoush she'd ever had. He stepped away from the counter and she followed him with her eyes, excited at the prospect of just sharing a good time with someone. The last time she'd gone out was back in January when she'd gone to Midnight Special with Owen. Or was she supposed to call him Auri now? She'd have to text him and get that whole mess figured out. She hadn't even thanked him for a lovely evening, how rude of her.

“Of course, I can drive us, no problem.” She followed after him, laughing at the prospect of putting him behind the wheel and setting him loose on New York City. “Then again, getting you behind the wheel could be exciting.”

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 Posted: May 10 2018, 02:42 PM
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"Deadly," Chrome corrected Nightmare jokingly when she supposed getting him behind the wheel could be exciting. "I believe the word you're looking for here is deadly." He had never even sat behind the wheel of a car before, so he was pretty confident that it would end with the two of them in a ditch or against a tree somewhere. Assuming they even made it out of the garage. Maybe one of these days he would actually learn how to drive, though given that he could fly and Blink always seemed happy to offer her teleportation when needed it didn't seem necessary.

"How have you been adjusting to being your old self again?" Chrome wondered as the pair made their way towards Station M's garage. He hadn't been around back when Nightmare had been turned into a teenager, but he had heard the stories. Apparently they had lost one of their own in the process, though Chrome hadn't been told much about Alexei. It felt like an awkward subject to bring up around the others, though with Nightmare Chrome had no such hesitations. "How long was it again? A month? Do you remember what it was like being that age again? Did you consider staying that way? I remember some people back in the Savage Land decided not to go back to how they were."

The Genosha's talkative, curious nature was taking over now, as it was wont to when he was around fellow mutants, but Chrome was at least aware of what he was doing and was quick to apologise. "Sorry if I'm asking too many things at once," he chuckled lightly. "I'm just having some trouble wrapping my head around the whole idea of what happened to you and those others." It really did make his mind churn, like what he would do if it were to happen to him. If he could go back to a time before he was enslaved by the Genoshan government, would he do it? It would spare him of the last decade of his life, which hadn't been a pleasant experience, but at the same time those years largely contributed to who he was as a person now. He wasn't sure if he could just give up on that even if it did mean he had to live with the memories of his time spent as a captive of the magistrates.
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 Posted: May 18 2018, 06:16 PM
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The playful smirk on her face broke as she chuckled at his assurance that putting him behind the wheel would be a deadly affair. As they made their way out to the garage she gave a gesture toward which car belonged to her. She had to say she was a little proud of her car. It wasn't exactly what people expected her to drive. Most would have thought she'd splurge for a classic, and truth be told she was on the market for one, but her Maserati was just so pretty.

“It's the strangest thing really.” She looked at him a moment, pursing her lips a little in thought. “I feel like almost no time has passed. I feel like it was just a few nights ago that I was at the club, everything that happened when I was seventeen again feels like it happened eleven years ago.”

She got into the car and moved her purse for him to take a seat as well. “Lucky man, you get to hold the lady's purse.” She placed her purse in his lap once she was sure his seat belt was buckled with a playful grin. It was a bit of a rule she had in her car. She refused to put it in the back seat out of arms reach, so whoever was riding up front had the fortune of dealing with it being in their space. Whether they left it in their lap or put it on the floor was up to them, she really didn't care, just as long as she had fast and easy access to it at all times. She plucked a pair of sunglasses from the clip on her visor and put them on, starting the car and going through the motions of leaving the garage.

“I thought about staying that way, certainly. I made a few good friends at that school.” She thought back on the students that had been kind enough to take her in and befriend her, even though they were under the impression that she was a monster just because she was Brotherhood and not X. “Ultimately though, I chose to come back. I'm always going to be who I am, why force myself to make the same choices and grow up all over again?”

In Samara's opinion, she would always be the same person, no matter how many do-overs she was given, especially if she was forced back into the same mindset again and again. Samara was in the mindset that she would have made the same decisions if faced with the same choices, based solely on who she was as a person. Leaving the school had been a decision she made because she felt that Charles wasn't doing enough to help his fellow mutants, the school hadn't changed at all, so even if Samara had chosen to stay seventeen and have another go at life, she would have realized the same thing eventually and left all over again.

“No don't apologize, it's a strange situation, I don't fully understand it myself. I'm glad someone's actually willing to ask about it, rather than dancing around it and trying to pretend it didn't happen.” She knew that the other people at the Station wouldn't treat her like fine china just because she'd been through something weird, a thing she greatly appreciated. She would have hated to be doted on after everything she'd been through. If she wanted to be spoiled she could spoil herself, at this point she was just ready to move forward.

Losing Alexei though, that was going to take time. She'd loved that Cat, not in some great romantic way that poets and novelists would sensationalize, but he was her friend and her team mate and she felt awful that she hadn't been able to do anything to prevent what happened to him. Poor Anna...

She was thankful her large sunglasses were able to mask the emotion that flashed across her face as she thought about her lost friend.

“I'm guessing though,” She shot him a sidelong glance as they cruised down the road. “That you've never had authentic Mediterranean? I do hope you like it, it's one of my favorites.” She smiled again, this one much softer than the last.

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 Posted: May 24 2018, 02:44 PM
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There was something rather amusing to Chrome about how the car Nightmare pointed out as hers actually reminded him of the woman. The car's black coat of paint was reminiscent of the clothing she seemed to prefer, while the interior - though technically brown, Chrome was sure - was similar to the shades of red that commonly graced her lips. He was glad that Nightmare wouldn't actually make him drive in it, because he would feel terrible about crashing a car he felt fit her so well.

Slipping into the passenger's seat and buckling in, Chrome looked towards Nightmare with his brow slightly raised when her purse was deposited in his lap, though he didn't object. She was taking him out to dinner, the least he could do was hold her purse for her while she drove. He would just have to resist seeing it as an invitation to start digging through it, because he was pretty sure what was in a lady's purse was none of his damn business.

What Nightmare told him about her experience of being seventeen again and deciding to return to her rightful age gave Chrome plenty to think about. Some of it he already had thought about, like whether he would choose to return to his current age if he had the opportunity to relive his life without the Magistrate's shackles weighing him down for so many years. But what she shared of her memories was something he considered for a moment as well, agreeing with her that it did sound like the strangest thing. "That does sound rather... unreal," he finally spoke up again. "About how you remember your time spent as a teenager again, I mean. Having memories that feel like they took place so long ago, yet rationally know are from only a few weeks ago, it seems... confusing." That was one way to put it. Chrome didn't know what it felt like exactly for Nightmare, but to him it sounded like her experience had given her memories that didn't really fit in anywhere. To him that made how she had readjusted all the more admirable.

"I agree with your choice," Chrome told her then. "Not that I believe you need my validation of course." "Our lives, not just the choices we make but those that are made for us, define who we are. I think it speaks highly of you that you stayed true to that. Considering half of those who were given the choice to return to their old age did not take it, it seems plenty of people would not." Chrome wasn't judging them, seeing their decision to stay as they were as their right, but he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for them if they had originally ended up with a life they were apparently so discontent with that they wouldn't want to go back to that.

When Nightmare brought the subject back to what food they would have, Chrome couldn't help but laugh. "I am authentic Mediterranean," he pointed out to her with a bright smile. "Well, half-authentic... once removed. I was born and raised in Hammer Bay, Genosha, but my father is Croatian." This was not particularly relevant for Nightmare to be made aware of, but Chrome was just making some smalltalk. "Despite that, I am sure I've never had authentic Mediterranean food. My father was never much of a cook, so unless you're talking about Italian food then, no, I've not had the pleasure." He offered her another smile then. "I'm looking forward to trying it. You seem like a woman of refined taste, and well..." Chrome paused briefly, his mind wandering back to his culinary disaster from before. "...as you saw for yourself, I did not set the bar very high myself."
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 Posted: Jun 13 2018, 09:14 PM
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She managed a tiny grin, happy to hear that someone agreed with her choice. She knew Liv and Kurt had probably been hurt by her choice, the two New Mutants had gotten close to her while she was at the school along with a few others.

“I don't blame some of them for choosing to stay. I won't lie and say I understand their reasons but, I don't blame them for wanting another chance to do better for themselves. If they felt like they hated their adult selves that much...well...” Samara let the statement hang. It really went without saying. She would miss Ash fiercely, and hoped that one day she wouldn't be forced to face off against him when the Brotherhood and X-Men came to blows, but she'd learned a long time ago that sometimes the things that made her happy didn't make everyone else happy, and she had to let people do what was best for themselves.

Navigating the busy New York streets was easy enough since she knew where she was going, and since the drivers in Yonkers actually knew what the hell they were doing, it was smooth sailing most of the way. Thankfully they didn't have to venture too far and the drive would be relatively short. She was attempting to math out the fastest route considering current traffic when his laugh cased her to take a sideways glance over, and when he revealed that he was in fact of Mediterranean descent she laughed a little as well.

“Well I'm glad I'm not going to have to eat my words then.” She'd hate to show off one of her favorite little places and then have it torn to shreds because someone's family cooking was much better. She wouldn't necessarily blame them for thinking that, she herself was under the impression that no one made a peach cobbler better than her mother used to.

“I wouldn't say my taste in food is so much refined. I just really enjoy good food, both making it and eating it. Though I'm certainly glad to say you wouldn't know by looking at me.” She chuckled a little, her pride swelling in her chest. She worked hard to maintain her figure, and she worked hard to find food that walked the line of tasting good while not being completely devastating to her health. Sometimes she scales tipped one way or another, but fortunately the only scale that didn't tip was the one in her bathroom.

“Don't worry about the mess in the kitchen, I'm sure we'll get you more adjusted in no time. If you want to learn that is, we won't force you to do anything if you don't want to. Though...” She looked at him fully for a brief moment when they rolled to a halt at a stop light. “I think we should at least teach you to boil water.” The playful smile stuck to her face even as she turned back to face forward.

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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 03:07 AM
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Though he had not meant to ogle the woman sitting in the driver's seat, Chrome couldn't help but let his eyes wander briefly when Nightmare pointed out how her eating habits did not have a negative effect on her figure. The Genoshan didn't presume to comment on the shape a lady was in, and while he held himself back from commenting on it and potentially making their dinner an awkward one, he couldn't deny that his teammate was in good shape. The other female members of the Brotherhood (and to be honest, many of the men as well) were each lovely looking in their own way, but Nightmare's beauty was one he could especially appreciate. Hailing from a tropical island where there was almost never a day where the Sun did not shine brightly, she looked unusually pale to him, but the effort the woman clearly put into her appearance made it work to her advantage.

By the time they came to a halt before a traffic light, Chrome had managed to draw his attention back towards Nightmare's face and flashed her a smile when she offered to help him learn how to handle himself in the kitchen, then went on to poke fun at his inability to really do anything there presently. Chrome couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I did actually manage to boil water," he pointed out to her. "That is how the rice disaster came to pass." It was but one of many disasters that had occurred while he was in the kitchen, and easy to forget about considering he had set fire to the frying pan. "But if you are willing to teach me, you'll find me to be a keen student." He really should know some basics around the kitchen, He was twenty-five years old and the fact that he struggled with something as simple as cooking rice was just... sad.

"Back on Genosha, they did not care for me to learn to take care of myself," he added, a clear discontentment slipping into his tone. "There is likely a great many things I just don't know about. Just another way the magistrates kept their slaves in check." Chrome fell silent for a moment then, the topic of his homeland and how his people were treated there always guaranteed to bring his mood down, but the Genoshan was not going to let what ought to be an enjoyable evening out with Nightmare be something that the magistrates would ruin for him even though they were thousands of miles away.

"That just means I have a lot of new things left to learn about," he added on a more positive note, his expression brightening again. "Don't worry, I won't lean too heavily on you for that sort of thing, though compared to some of the more... colourful personalities amongst our brothers and sisters, you are likely the best candidate to teach me how to people." Not that he didn't think the others wouldn't be able to teach him anything, but the kind of lessons he was likely to get from Sabretooth or Senyaka likely stood in stark contrast to what he could learn from Nightmare.

"But let's not worry about everything I do not know about," Chrome went on as the car rolled to a stop near where he assumed their destination for the evening was located. "I am very curious to try out this Mediterranean food. Though I have to admit--" Bringing his hand to pat his stomach, the Genoshan let out a soft chuckle. "--my culinary disaster stemmed from me being rather hungry, so at this point I'd wager that any kind of food would be very welcome."
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“You know, that's a fair point.” She recalled the sauce and rice he had managed to make. Both of those things did require the successful boiling of water. Everything that happened afterward, well, she didn't know if that even loved in the same zip code as success but, he tried and that was what was most important.

She smiled at him and gave him a quick glance when he said he was willing to learn. It made her happy, both cooking and teaching other people how to cook. It was one of the things she could boast that she was good at, not because of some natural gift but because it was something she worked toward and built up all on her own. Those were the kinds of things she felt the most proud of, the skills she had to develop from the ground up. Sure being naturally gifted was nice, but was that really something that should be bragged about?

Him mentioning Genosha again brought her smile down a little. The more she heard about that place the more she wanted to just grab the leaders by the neck and burn the whole thing to the ground. Slavery was something she thought humanity had evolved beyond. Honestly, why did the enslavement of an entire group of people seem to titillate those in positions of power? It was disgusting, it was unacceptable. She took her right hand off the wheel and gently rest it on his knee, giving him a gentle squeeze in an attempt to comfort him. She wasn't sure what to say to fix anything, but she knew that sometimes a friendly touch could be just as reassuring as an inspiring speech. Hopefully he didn't get too offended by her attempts at comfort.

She withdrew her hand and let it rest in her lap, driving with her left for the moment. “You know, I really have to agree with you on that. Some of our friends haven't exactly gotten the whole 'plays well with others' thing down pat.” She laughed a little, imagining the same people he happened to be imagining. “Though I can point you in the right direction if you're looking to learn the fine arts of interrogation and how to make people disappear, to put it in the most polite of terms.” Suvik and Victor were definitely masters of their chosen art, just as she was a master of hers. The funny thing was, both of them could learn from each other, because she was almost certain that the two men used kitchen utensils in their respective hobbies as well.

She pulled into the first parking spot she saw, not caring about parking particularly close. She was too hungry to really care about getting a 'good' spot, all she cared about was getting a spot period.

“Yes, I must admit, I was pretty hungry when I found you, so I think we'll both benefit from this little outing. “ She reached over and plucked her purse from his lap, clipping her sunglasses back onto her visor and checking her hair and makeup in her mirror for a brief second. She had to make sure nothing went wrong on the way to the restaurant, she couldn't just waltz in with flyaways or a smudge. That would be just so unladylike.

“I think you'll find yourself satisfied then. I never walk away from this place hungry, I can assure you.” She grinned at him as she exited the car and made her way inside, making sure he was at her side the whole way. Once they were seated at an out of the way table away from the other patrons she opened up her menu and browsed, already knowing what she wanted but looking over her options just to pass the time until he decided.

“If you're not sure what you'd want I can suggest a few things, though I can guarantee you really can't go wrong.” She smiled over the top of her menu at him.

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 Posted: Jul 18 2018, 12:22 PM
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Although they were of a... certain kind of disposition, Chrome was sure that there were a great many things he could learn from the likes of Suvik or Sabretooth. Even the things that Nightmare brought up in what Chrome assumed to be jest could be useful. They weren't the kinds of skills anyone would dream of learning about when they were little, actual psychopathic youths notwithstanding, but in the world they lived in those sort of things would come in handy. Not that Chrome needed any pointers on how to make people disappear; with no more than a simple touch he could ensure there would be nothing left to find of someone but dust. He considered telling Nightmare just that, even if it would kind of be like bragging about being able to do something rather terrible, but it hardly seemed like the kind of subject to discuss right before dinner, so Chrome kept his thoughts to himself.

Once the two were inside the restaurant Nightmare had chosen for them and had settled at their table, Chrome began quietly perusing the menu, though at first glance there was nothing that really stood out to him. Not because there wasn't anything that sounded good, though, in fact there were plenty of things that seemed rather appetising, which made it a bit harder to make a choice. When Nightmare mentioned how she could suggest a few things for him to try, Chrome peered at her over the menu for a second before closing it and laying it down on the table.

"That actually sounds like a good idea," he decided, offering his dinner partner a friendly smile. "I'll leave the decision of what I'll be having to you. There isn't anything that I don't like, so it's not like you could go wrong." And even if she did find something on there that he didn't like, he'd at least come away from that having learned something new about himself. "Good luck regardless, though," he added with a slight smirk. "I would like to try something that isn't seafood." Chrome had mentioned that before, but it couldn't hurt to remind Nightmare of that. "Though if there is something you insist I try, who would I be to refuse?" That would just be impolite.

While Nightmare was making her decision, Chrome leaned back into his seat a little and took a brief moment to take in their surroundings. The restaurant was... well, quaint would probably be a good word to describe it, its decorations simple but elegant, with a definite Mediterranean feel to it. He assumed, at least, not having been exposed to all that much in the way of Mediterranean culture aside from what little his father had passed onto him. It had been ten years since he had last even heard from his parents though, so much of what he had learned from either of them had long begun to fade from memory.

"So, Nightmare..." Chrome started as he turned his attention back towards the woman sitting across the table from him. "How did you end up where you are now? I do not know much about any of you and how you ended up with the Brotherhood, Seamus and Wicked aside, but while I can see why some ended up where they are now, that's not the case with you." He didn't want to come out and say that Nightmare seemed too classy for the Brotherhood, but that was exactly what he was getting at. "If you don't mind me asking," he added, wanting Nightmare to know she didn't have to tell him anything if she didn't feel like it. There wasn't much familiarity between the two of them yet, so Chrome felt like stepping outside of his bounds was rather easy and he wanted to avoid offending the lady kind enough to take him out for dinner.
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