Fast Cars and Beautiful People

[magnetic_fire]

Erik paused in front of a full-length mirror in the penthouse he leased for whenever he had business in New York City. He frowned at his suit, concentrated for a moment, then considered the effect the change had on his look. Satisfied, he tucked in his handkerchief, grabbed his keys, checked his wallet, and then headed out of the apartment, arming

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[_steelmagnolia_]

Right now, Rogue isn't certain if she's more on edge because of the fact that she's going out on a date alone, of who she's going out with or the fact that he's coming here to pick her up.

She checks her dress for what must be the seventeenth time. It is find. It hasn't changed. The hunter green still curves the same way along her, the multiple layers of silk somehow feeling heavier and thicker than anything else she's worn in a long time. The gloves are pulled on, her shoes are buckled. Her make-up is the best she's going to be able to manage.

The phone rings and she jumps just a little before answering it.

"Hello?"

[magnetic_fire]

"Rogue." he said, his faint Northern European accent adding a certain elegance to the alias. "I am perhaps ten minutes or so out. I would be greatly appreciative if you could alert security that I am coming." he said with an edge of dry-as-dust humor. "I find being attacked to be quite the ... wet blanket?" he said, still not sure he was using the American humor right.

[_steelmagnolia_]

"They already know, Erik."

Or at least the ones who need to know. She hasn't made it widely known but none of the systems should attack him. Really, Rogue can't speak for any of the /people/ who live here but he should be able to drive up with out worry.

"Ah'll meet you out front." It feels like she's sneaking out.

[magnetic_fire]

"There's no need, really. I'd appreciate a few moments to say hello to Charles before we depart, if that is acceptable to you." he said. Inside the car, only blissful silence and the background purr of the Ferrari's engine broke the silence. "I'll be there in five. Magnus out." he said, then ended the conversation.

A moment later, he mentally facepalmed. How quickly old habits came back to him.

He gave the car a little bit of its head and shot forward in speed, headed straight for the Mansion.

[agodlesscommie]

It's hard not to see what's going on at the front door.

"Bozshe moi," he says to himself as he sees Rogue for the first time in weeks.

With Magneto.

Dressed for an elegant evening out.

The stab of guilt almost buckles his knees.

[magnetic_fire]

Magneto quirked a silver eyebrow at the mutant.

"Добрый вечер." he said pleasantly, his pronounciation and accent flawless.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Rogue turns to look toward Piotr at the sound of his voice. Her hands end up folded together at her middle, expression pleasant but the worry can be seen beneath.

[agodlesscommie]

His eye twitches slightly as his greatest fear about being honest with Rogue is unfolding as a reality right before his eyes.

He's celebrated Chanukkah with this man. Before that, he had a hopeful conversation with him in Genosha, when he was there to deal with the aftermath of the Genegineer's work on his friends... on Illyana.

There has been no sign that he has strayed from the path they had spoken of. Even after the Genoshan tragedy.

Still... it is impossible for anyone living in this building to see the face of Erik Lensherr and not react with concern and trepidation.

He swallows before he can speak. Taking a deep breath and stepping to the doorway. A hand extended in greeting.

"Good evening to you. I am glad that you are well."

Honor their conversations. Remember the hope. Stop thinking about Rogue saying "Ah'm not just gonna run off with him."

[the_queen_bees]

The Stepford Cuckoos were on their way to get something to snack on while studying. As always, the five blonds were aware of everything going on and everyone in the school. Except for Calvin.

And they were working on plans to bring down the interdimensional interloper. They were looking forward to that. Walking buy they noted Rogue and...

...Someone else they couldn't 'see' or 'hear'. All five girls stopped and stared. They didn't like things they couldn't read. Simply because it was so far away from normal for them.

There's another one!

Do psychically shielded people grow on trees now? They moved out of the line of fire and were poking five heads out from one of the many doors that dotted the entry way.

He looks familiar, why does he look familiar?

Well, it seems like Rogue knows him...

And she's all dressed up...

We're going to have to show Julian this - though that dress looks a lot more like one of Santo's very horrible dreams.

You have to bring him up, I was having a good day? Who do you think she's with anyway?

[magnetic_fire]

Erik could feel the five sets of eyes on him in a way that had nothing to do with telepathy or psionics or mutant powers and had everything to do with paranoia.

"May I help you?" he asked the blonde girl before him. Not one he recognized - she must have been one of the newer students.

[the_queen_bees]

Sophie and the others were still staring and each one tried to get a read on him and each one failed.

Still nothing!

This is just creepy.

"Who are you?" Sophie asked, with no preamble. Her sisters staring and staying silent.

[magnetic_fire]

"My name is Erik Lehnsherr." he said calmly. "Otherwise known as Magneto. And you are?" he asked politely.

[fey_n_perky]

The fey girl was in the hallway in the teacher's quarters because she wanted to talk to Mr. Drake about the vents in the building. He was the most amiable teacher in the building and perhaps the least suspicious. So Megan thought. Megan never though far beyond the next day, if then.

Of course, she stopped in the middle of her track when she saw the infamous Erik Lensherr. She literally stopped, her wings caught in mid flap.

[magnetic_fire]

He looked at the girl for the few moments before gravity reclaimed its hold on her. "You should be more careful, Miss..." he said, offering his hand to her to help her up.

[fey_n_perky]

"M-Megan." She wasn't quite stuttering due to fear. Hardly that. Few things scared her. But many things shocked her. "...you're a scenario in the Danger Room."

[magnetic_fire]

"Probably." he said with a kindly look. "I'd be disappointed in Charles if I wasn't." he added a moment later.

"There's no need to be quite so startled, Miss Megan." he said. "You're in no danger from me. Nor is anyone else here, at least for the moment." he clarified.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Rogue makes her way out front to the car.

Just looking at it makes her heart speed up a little bit. Not that she'll specifically mention that to anyone. It isn't proper. Carefully, she runs a gloved hand along the shiny exterior before she opens the car.

And pops the hood.

She could be here awhile, just looking at the engine, not even touching it.

[magnetic_fire]

The engine is immaculate - and, apparently, has been tinkered with. Fairly extensively. The stock of the engine is the same beast that was designed by Uncle Enzo and his talented design crew over in Italy but it's had a great deal of additional material tucked away elegantly into it - devices without an immediate use or function.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Oh, she wants to pull it apart and find out what does what. What does every little thing do and how was it put in and... She's going to start touching the engine soon.

That might be bad.

[magnetic_fire]

The car seems to invite being tinkered.

"Look at me!" it whispers. "I possess secrets. Secrets you don't know. Wouldn't you like to know them?"