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Papa was a rolling stone

Who: Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Maximoff, Rogue, Clara Oswald, Diana Prince, Charles Xavier
When: The month of December, very carefully planned that none of these are happening at the same time (he has a color-coded calendar)
Where: Various places around the station, see prompts.
What: Erik's personal life is a disaster that I am attempting to contain in one place. This log is for the various dates he has lined up, as well as spending time with his children. And fighting a demon with Charles.
Warnings: Not expecting any, will edit to include warnings if something happens.

I never got a chance to see him (Closed to Wanda)

[ It takes Erik a few days to recover from the shock of Peter's revelation. One thing he definitely needs to do is talk to Wanda. Her odd behavior, and strong reaction when he so grievously misinterpreted the cause, now made sense.

There were still murky waters to navigate. The fact that she had her own parents, even though Peter was his son and Peter's sister was Erik's daughter. That apparently her brother is not here. That there is some sort of dimensional shift that has changed things for her in ways Erik does not quite understand.

He wants too, though. Try to define the strange situation that has tied them together. It is perhaps a selfish impulse, though he is sure that if she tells him to leave her alone, he will do so. And so he goes looking for her, starting in the library because he had heard she might be there. ]

Never heard nothin' but bad things about him (closed to Peter)

[ One thing is clear, Peter needs to know more about Erik's side of the family. Possibly also his mother, as Erik is certain that she has not told Peter the truth about how or when they met.

But the more important thing is to tell him about his family, all that they have lost. The legacy only lives so long as there is somebody to remember it. And now there will be, once Erik is gone.

He goes to Peter's quarters, at a time they both agreed on, with a hard copy of information that he wants Peter to have, and the intention of not getting sidetracked. And the locket. Because the first thing he needs to tell him about is his sister. ]

Papa never was much on thinking (closed to Rogue)

[ Erik is still not sure whether or not this is a mistake. He knows his intentions are good. It has occurred to him that much of what he finds interesting in Rogue is what attracted him to Raven. And becoming physically intimate with Raven was a mistake, one he will not repeat. Clearly Rogue is searching for some kind of mentor, and if Erik can serve in that role, and serve as a voice of reason against whatever it is that Charles is teaching her, all the better.

They are meeting in his quarters, of course. He's not interested in dealing with the inevitable wild rumors that would spring up the instant any of the others saw them interacting. He's done what he can to make sure the lighting is comfortable but not in a way that could be described as "mood lighting". He has a pitcher of what he has been assured is a decent approximation of "sweet tea" in the refrigerator. He is not sure what Rogue intends to prepare, but he expects the tea will go well with it. As well as sweet tea goes with anything, anyway. ]

Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking (closed to Clara)

[ The truth of the matter is that risotto is not as difficult to make as it appears. The trick is to just keep stirring it, and most do not have the patience for it.

Erik is a patient man.

He's left the door open so that Clara can come in without him having to leave the stove. Along with the ingredients he's using, he was able to obtain a few new articles of clothing. A sweater, one that actually fits him and not Charles, in a nice dark maroon. A grey broadcloth shirt underneath, and khaki pants. And an apron over that at the moment, as he is not going to ruin his new clothes.

He hums quietly as he adds a ladle of stock to the rice and stirs vigorously. ]

I'm depending on you to tell me the truth (closed to Diana)

[ Erik didn't bring a chessboard with him, of course. He made one shortly after arrival. Inlaying different alloys to make the checkered pattern, forming various bits of scrap metal into the right color and a shape that he liked. He hadn't actually had time or opportunity to play anybody in the two months since he arrived, and so he is looking forward to teaching Diana.

She is an intelligent woman, and a strategic thinker. Once she picks up the basics he is certain she will quickly become a worthy opponent. He has set the board up in the greenery, on a small table with two chairs that probably wasn't intended to be used like a bistro set in the park. But it's peaceful there, and it is nice to be around the plants.

And if the taskbots get out of hand he can always just stick them to the floor until the cavalry arrives. ]

and that ain't right (closed to Charles)

[ The thing rattles inside the locker. Erik glares back at it, hand up, fingers splayed, keeping the door in place and a flashlight shining directly on it. He's not sure exactly what part of this setup is keeping it in place, so he keeps it all in place.

He flicks on the video call feature on his A.C.E. ]

Call Charles.

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[ There is a shocking amount of simple syrup in that pitcher. And very little tea. ]

Hello, Rogue.

[ He smiles in spite of himself. It really is charming the way she says "sugar". ]

I have been keeping busy, as ever. [ She had to walk through his construction zone to get to his room, after all. And that isn't even his primary project. ] And quite interested about what it is you have planned.

Hey.

[She smiles back at him- gosh, the way he smiles with too many teeth? It's infectious, and she finds herself smiling still.]

I can tell. [She places her items on the kitchen counter.] I'm attempting fried space chicken over rice, with a little bit of spicy sauce, I'm hoping it'll be like a marsala. [She's already got the jar of sauce that she'd gotten done before hand.]

I hope that works for kosher?

Sounds like it should. I certainly appreciate the effort, it's very thoughtful of you.

[ He leans against the counter and crosses his arms, looking over the ingredients with some curiosity. ]

Is there anything you want me to do, or should I stay out of the way?

It's no trouble- I'd hate to have made something you couldn't eat.

[She glances over at the assorted food she has.] D'you wanna start the rice? I trust an accomplished chef like you knows how to do that.

[She's teasing him, just a little.

Rogue waits until Erik has the rice in-hand before carefully turning her back to him. In a few quick motions, she takes her leather gloves off and replaces them with a pair of rubber gloves. Satisfied that her skin is once again covered, she turns back to start working on the chicken.]

[ His eyebrows raise as he's momentarily struck speechless. And then he laughs quietly. ]

Yes. I can handle rice.

[ Which he starts, giving her an "Are you serious?" glance as she monitors him.

It hasn't escaped his notice that she always wears gloves. He's beginning to think this might not be some sort of fashion trend of the future. But it also seems to be something she's not quite comfortable with, so he is reluctant to press the issue just yet. So he opts for a safer topic. ]

Are you planning on attending any of the classes? You must be quiet close to finishing your secondary education, if not already graduated.

[Rogue returns the look.]

I figured it wasn't out of your wheelhouse.

[She's got the chicken out now, starting on on seasoning it and heating up the skillet.]

I'd have graduated by now, if I were still at home. [But here she was.] I'm taking a few anyway, though. Wanna stay up on my training, mostly. [If she decided not to get cured, but that was unlikely at this point.]

I'm teaching a self-defense course, though! I don't know how well it'll go, but it could be a lot of fun.

Your vote of confidence is inspiring me to greater heights. [ He quips as he puts the rice on to boil.

He crosses his arms and leans back against the counter, watching what she does but not intending on interfering unless some disaster strikes (or is about to). ]

Self-defense? What sort? And to who?

[ He's still not entirely comfortable with some of the more militaristic tendencies that have emerged, but if Rogue is teaching their own that's better than Shepard and her guns. ]

[Rogue turns to him and raises an eyebrow, giving him a bit of a pointed look. That being said, she appreciates his sass.] Next thing we know you'll be the next Celebrity Chef.

[She busies herself with the food as she speaks:] Super-basic self-defense. Essentially how to punch someone, I guess I could say? It's gonna be a lot of limbering up, too. It gives everyone a bit of a leg-up so they can start at level 1 with a bit more solid background. Remedial self-defense, maybe. I've got a few sign-ups- Stan, Eddie's friend, for one. I figure the rest of that group'll follow suit.

[She shrugs a little.] I'm a little nervous- I ain't ever taught a class before.[She'd taken control before- making sure those students got out of the Institute safely before they could be taken by Stryker. But this was different.]

[ He scoffs. ] I don't have Julia Childs' stage presence.

[ He smiles fondly at the mention of Stan. ]

Stan is a bright young man. I'm sure he will be an apt pupil. As I am sure that you will be a capable teacher.

Oh, I don't know about that.

[She looks over her shoulder at him with a gleam in her green eyes.]

Thank you. I hope so. I learned from some of the best at the Institute, and I'm sure if I needed the help Logan would step in. I just don't want to have to get to that point.

[ Erik can't help but smile back at her. She is quite charming. ]

Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. [ He drawls as he starts to set the table. ]

Be careful about allowing Logan to intervene. Once you've given up that authority, it will be impossible to regain it. Even if he cedes it back to you, your students will never see you the same way.

I grew up in Mississippi- I'm pretty familiar with flattery.

[It really did get you everywhere in the South.

Rogue starts to fry up the chicken, pausing only to frown slightly at Erik's advice.] That's... That's really good advice. I hadn't thought of it like that. Thank you. I'll keep him out of class, then. He's got his own to teach anyway.

[As much as she adored Logan.]

I'll pretend everything you've said to me is as genuine as everything I've said to you, and thus spare my poor ego.

[ He watches her cook, though it quickly becomes clear that she knows what she's doing and most likely will not need any assistance or advice. ]

It's good to know the safety net is there, if things become truly dire. Just make sure your last resort is truly your last resort. What classes are you planning on taking?

Hey! I have been genuine! [She's teasing him, as she points her spatula at him. It's not meant to be a very menacing threat. If it were, she'd lose the gloves. And the spatula.

She nods.] Yeah- yeah, you're right. Thanks, Erik.

[It's so weird talking with an older man about her taking classes. Unless... Was that maybe his kink? She was eighteen, not like it really mattered.]

Mostly I'm sticking to training options right now. [She places the now fried chicken on a plate next to her. She produces a sauce pan and empties the sauce into it. Setting the heat to simmer, she glances up at Erik with a wicked gleam in her eyes.] though I was tempted to take your Home Ecc class.

Just to prove I don't need extra credit.

[ Erik grimaces slightly and examines his shirt to see if any oil was flung onto it with her gesticulating.

His grimace deepens with talk of "his" classes. ]

You might as well teach that, too. Charles signed me up for it and I'm not exactly interested in the prospect.

[His shirt is safe from oil. Sorry about that.]

I wouldn't say no to that offer. [She could use more things to do around here. You could only train so much.] I was raised to know how to do all that stuff- sewing, knitting, piano. Momma wanted a real Southern belle for a daughter. She adopted the wrong kid for that.

[It's all said in an off-handed manner, her accent rolling over the words.]

What else would you teach?

Excellent! You can tell Charles you took it over and I won't worry about it anymore.

[ Because there is no way he's opening that can of worms again.

He almost comments on how she won't be able to teach them what she was naturally blessed with but refrains as that is clearly over the line. ]

I don't want to teach anything. [ He wishes he had something more involved than rice to deal with. He crosses his arms. ] I have enough to do, and I'm hardly the most suitable.

Oh, I'm sure he'd love that.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Yeah? I think you'd make a great teacher.

[She pauses for a moment.] So you said something about a drink earlier?

[ Erik goes for the charming smile. ]

Now, why do you say that? I think he'll be impressed with how you take initiative.

[ He declines to comment on whether or not he'd be a good teacher. For one, he doesn't agree but in the absence of him actually leading a class the matter is moot. For the other, it's not his ability that is the point of contention but his desire to do so, and the reasons for that is not something he wishes to discuss yet again. ]

Ah, yes. [ He opens the refrigerator and produces the pitcher of sweet tea he had made earlier. ] I understand this is something popular in the southern states?

[She tries not to beam with pride at that.] He'll have to redo all his paperwork or something, I'm sure.

[Mostly, she's teasing.

Rogue watches Erik move to the fridge and produce the pitcher.] Is that what I think it is? [She would kill someone for sweet tea, okay?] Erik- you're amazing, you know that? [She smiles up at him- it's a small gesture, but it means a lot.]

Charles loves doing paperwork.

[ He winks. It doesn't seem that this particular gambit will be successful but he is going to give it his best. ]

So I've been told.

[ He smirks. The gambit of distracting her from liquor with sentiment, at least, was a successful one. He pours two glasses and offers one to her. ]

If I slip into a diabetic coma, be a dear and make sure they use an actual doctor to treat me, not one of those robots.

Why does none of this surprise me?

[She grins. She'd always figured the professor had been a total nerd. It was gratifying to know she was right.]

Of course. [She didn't trust their robot overlords.] Though it'd take a lot more than one glass of sweet tea to knock you off your ass, I'm sure.

[She makes sure to take a nice glance at said ass, truth be told, as she takes a sip of sweet tea. Her eyes light up.] Erik! This is great! Thank you!

[She sets the tea aside and begins to finish putting their meal together. In no time, it's been plated and she hands him his share.] Tell me if it's terrible.

You'll have to wait until you're no longer his student for me to tell you the surprising things. [ He gives her a sly grin. ]

[ He tastes the tea-like concoction. It's overwhelmingly sweet, with an aftertaste that's tealike. But judging by her reaction this is what it's supposed to taste like so he does not reveal his ambivalence. ]

I'm sure it's fine.

[ He takes a seat at the table after she does, and tastes the food. He considers it thoughtfully for a moment before reacting. ]

That's very good, Rogue. It's easy to overcook chicken cut like that, but this is perfectly done. What are the spices you used?

Hey, if I'm now teaching two classes, I think I qualify for the surprising things. [She flashes him a similar grin.

Rogue waits for Erik to eat before taking her own bite.]

You think so? Thank you- they're some of the spices I picked up from the markets on Kaittan. One's a smokey sort of pepper, another has a sort of cashew-y flavor. I figured they'd work pretty well together.

[ As charming as Rogue is, it's not enough to overcome his loyalty to Charles. Gossiping with peers was one thing. Undermining him to his students was quite another, and not something he was willing to do over something so silly. ]

But you're still studying under him for at least one, my dear.

[ He nods. ]

They do. It was quite clever of you. I've found it difficult to substitute most things one a one-for-one basis. None of the Kaittan ingredients are exactly the same and when combined they seem to have a cascading effect that can throw the entire dish off.

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