=XF= Media Room - Residences - Chemeketa Military Base
This large room is L-shaped. The longer arm has a projection screen at its end, set up over a cabinet holding every possible media player and game console known to man. The projector itself hangs discreetly from the ceiling above the aisle between two rows of seating. The first row of seats is formed by two couches, drum sets and guitars for Rock Band tucked away between the farther arm of one and the wall. Other seating formed of comfortable lounges, everything is easily rearranged as needed.

The short end of the L is something of an alcove just beside the door, shielded from the sight but probably not the sounds of the screen nearby. The center of the space is taken up by a plush poker table. Lights are set into recessed fixtures near the top of the walls, evoking the placement and relative dimness of theater sconces, though there are overhead lights above in case visibility rather than atmosphere is needed. The carpeting is just slightly more plush than the standard industrial stuff, keeping noise and voices muted too.

On the projection screen is a movie, volume low enough that the voices tend to blur together rather than standing out, not that the single occupant is paying much attention. On the couch beside her is a laptop, matching to the one sitting in her lap open. In one of the USB ports of the laptop on her lap is a flashdrive neatly labeled "Drake, N". There is a frustrated noise from Kitty, fingers tapping harder than necessary against keyboard keys before they fall away.

Darion steps into the room, peering at the movie on the wall. He raises the volume enough to recognize which one it was, then lets it settle back to normal. He sits down in the second row, opposite the frustrated woman nearby. "Difficulties?" He asks, and leans back in his chair with a relaxed sigh.

The movie, once recognized is Army of Darkness, and watched with the distraction of someone who's seen it a time or two. Honestly, Kitty seems startled by that raise of volume, glancing over her shoulder at the question. Messy hair is sweeped back in a bun, but it doesn't stop a stray curl from trying to intrude on her face, caught in glasses before it's pushed away. "I just want there to be /something/ here. And. Nothing," she admits, frustration running deeply through the words. "Absolutely bloody nothing."

Short, trimmed brown hair frames the face of a relaxed individual who is raising an eyebrow. "Sounds like a personal problem. What are you trying to make of that something?"

"Some evidence that the mole /was/ the mole. Just, something I must have been overlooking," Kitty replies tightly, hand gesturing to the laptop next to her own. "God, what a crappy time for you. Just getting introduced and..." There is an apologetic wince before she twists and holds an arm out over the back of the couch, hand extended. "I'm Kitty Pryde."

"Yeah, it sucks. But I'll get over it." He accepts the hand. "Darion Felix. I've been no stranger to random inquisitive paperwork. And don't we have, like, oodles of evidence supporting that he was?"

"We do, but there should have been something. The first thing we did was to start checking computers, and if it was here and I just didn't see it--," Kitty starts to explain, cutting herself off. "I didn't really think there was one, when we started. Couldn't believe someone I trust would do that." Talking about it, there is still a flash of hurt at finding it out, brows pulling together lightly.

"Sounds kinda like the point of a mole, huh?" Darion shrugs, and watches the movie for a bit. "I'm just glad we got it sorted out."

"Well, we didn't have moles where I came from," Kitty defends, lips thinning out slightly as she resettles on the couch. "Welcome to X-Factor." Her frown is directed to the computer, mouse moving and clicking on different things.

"Where I came from we called them Lieutenants." He scratches the back of his head. "They don't get a lot of moles, here, do they?"

Kitty quirks an eyebrow at that, glancing back over to rest eyes curiously on Darion. "Where'd you come from? Military?" To the question, she shakes her head sharply. "No, I've been here around nine months and we've only had the one. But, he was here... for a while."

"Yeah, marines. And nine months? Damn. I can see why that trust breaking sucked. Bit of a wake up." Darion decides to change the subject. "Nine months. That's a while. What do you do here?"

Relaxing into the change of topic, Kitty even flashes a smile with a grateful expression as she nods to the computer. "What you see here, pretty much. I'm good with computers. What about you? What'd you do in the Marines?"

"Special ops. I was that sneaky guy that poked around where he shouldn't, and shot the people that are hard to get to without anyone knowing." A wide grin spreads across his face. "I was good at it, too." His eyebrows raise. "And before that, I was a scout sniper, so I guess X-Factor here liked what they heard about me..." Darion's face drops. "But then, that's my own fault. How did these guys hear about you?"

It's not hard to tell what Kitty's thinking as she listens to Darion talk, jaw tensing and eyebrows rising higher before she swallows hard. Shaking her head, she answers, "I'm from Xavier's. Graduated from there and went back to teach and be part of the X-Men."

Darion sits, listening, and once she's finished he waits a moment. "What can you do?"

"Phase. Become intangible. You can still see me, but I can-- Well, I can walk through walls," Kitty answers, humor in her words. Her fingers fly to the mouse, things typed in and in a second there is an open file including Darion's picture. "Sound manipulation? Oh. Was that you, with the TV?"

"Yeah. I didn't see you in here when I did that, or I woulda been more careful. My bad." Darion gives a sheepish grin. "Oh yeah, huh, I heard about that, the phasing. Sounds to me like that could be handy...you didn't abuse that too much, did you?"

"They taught me better, at my school. Not that I don't slip occasionally, but I do have ethics. Do you abuse yours?" Kitty questions in return, more playful than actually expecting an answer.

"You have no idea. It's exceptional for ignoring people. Although, I guess that'd be pretty surprising, huh? Try to speak and nothing comes out. Obviously, the practical use is sneaking around without making a sound. I do pretend I have ethics." He waggles his eyebrows.

Taking that as a joke, Kitty laughs, light and a bit breathless of the type that only happens when you've been needing one for a while. "Just remember, I am damn good at sneaking as well. I'll get you back if you use it on me," she warns teasingly.

"Don't worry, I won't unless I have to. There are times when I don't need you walking through my wall and peeking in." He folds his arms. "I am naked, at times."

"Gasp." Yes, Kitty actually says the word gasp. "I would never have expected that of you, Darion Felix. Being naked, for shame." She does pause and then add, "Don't worry, I won't peek in without knocking, promise."

"I know, right? Most people think of me always wearing something, but no! I get naked sometimes!" He raises a finger in a decisive manner at this. "I appreciate it. For both our sakes."

"You don't want a cute, young thing like me seeing you naked?" Kitty pouts, lower lip stuck out. "Fine. I see how it is."

Eyebrow raises. Again. "I am actually impressed by how far that lip is pushed out. Practice a bit?"

"Yes. Tips for improvement?" A flash of a smile meets those eyebrows as Kitty stops pouting.

"Hmm..." Darion sets his chin on his fist. "You could try that old African technique of hanging wieghts from it." Innocent, blank gaze.

Grinning, Kitty nods and says easily, "I'll take that under advisement."

"I'm glad. I wouldn't want something stupid I said to be ignored. Where would the world be?" His smile is toothy. "Probably quieter."

"Well, I doubt you'd stop talking just because people starting ignoring you," Kitty teases, scrunching up her nose thoughtfully. "You don't seem like the type to give up that easily."

"It's also hard to ignore someone who can magnify his voice." He shrugs. "And no, not usually."

"God, I hadn't thought of that. I promise not to ignore you ever." It's assured with a faux-serious nod before Kitty smiles over at the man. There is a soft dinging noise, electronic from her computer. "... Except right now. I have to go see what problem the IT geeks have run into without me."

"You have fun with that. I will leave you to your work." He rises, steps away, and waves. "Peace, Kitty."

I really didn't think they'd end up getting along after he admitted to shooting people, but... Surprisingly, they do!


=XF= Main Street - Chemeketa Military Base
The winding forest road slows and straightens here, pulling to attention for the little cluster of buildings known as 'town'. The only trees here are those planted neatly in well-kept yards and green spaces. A small outdoor park area boasts several picnic tables and a basketball court, as well as a number of benches set up under the shade of tall oak trees.

Along the sidewalked street, sunlight glints off the tall, glass-fronted administration building, which bears an unavoidable sign proclaiming 'Titan Enterprises'. The other buildings are more modest on outward glance, with none of them appearing to rise above two stories. At the far end, just before the road disappears into the forest once more, a street cuts parallel to the main road. To one direction, the vast hangars and runways take up an impressive span of space. To the other, the modest residential building sits perched on a hill, the better to take advantage of the excellent views.

People are allowed off base, finally, but Walter has yet to put this to use, at least so far. He is, however, on his way out, dressed warmly, but far from bundled up, the chill not effecting his New York constitution the way it might effect others. He's humming something or another on his iPod as he walks towards the gates, hands in pockets.

Kitty isn't dressed warmly, style more the point for tonight rather than comfort. Silver high heels dug from some where catch light on the lamp posts, red dress so short it makes her look slightly uncomfortable, the design foisted on her by someone else. Makeup is done, curls hanging in pretty waves around her face for once rather than pulled back. She seems to be on her way to the garage, though her shadowed eyes slide over Walter and she forces a smile for him.

Walter blinks, looking at Kitty. He gives a small wave, looking at the outfit. Whatever rules student/teacher interaction might have from the teacher end, they appear to be a bit different from the student side. His eyes do eventually return to her face, after just a brief glance. He walks over to her. "Going out on a date?" he wonders.

"With a friend, yes," Kitty says, a wince passing on her face at the question. Her hands tuck themselves into the opposite elbows, crossing just under her breasts. Wisdom isn't exactly around, is he? Nope. Can't date without him.

Walter looks to Kitty's face at that wince. "You alright?" he asks, concern genuine. "You... look... well, I guess you /look/ great," he says, with his own slight blush, "but..." he frowns lightly. "Everything okay? It's... kind of an odd outfit choice for you."

A flash of annoyance is buried in hazel eyes before Kitty explains dismissively, "I'm fine. Just going out to a bar with a friend, and she's going to dress up so I should too."

Walter considers that, then nods. "Alright, long as everything's okay," he says gently. "Think we could ride into town together?" he asks. "I just need to pick up my comics," he explains. "I can walk back." A pause. "Or maybe I'll hang around as a designated driver," he offers. "Stay in the car, not bother you and your friend at all."

"Uhm. Well, Aly was driving to the bar, and I can't just invite you along," Kitty explains with a shrug of a shoulder. "But if you want to be dropped off in town, I can do that." Jerking her chin towards the garage, she starts that way again, high heels making a staccato noise against the pavement.

"Aly?" Walter wonders, tilting his head slightly. "Wait... Alyssa?" he wonders, looking surprised. "Is she over from New York?" he wonders.

"She lives here, now. Didn't you see her, at the party? When Remy was hitting on her?" Kitty questions with an arch of a brow. Her pace picks up a bit, reaching the garage to sign out a car and a set of keys.

"I don't go to many parties," Walter confesses, following after Kitty easily. "Haven't seen her in forever. Wouldn't want to interrupt your girls night out though," he assures. "But that's kinda cool that she made it out here."

Kitty picks up the keys to frown at Walter, stating very clearly, "I wouldn't want you to interrupt, either. I need this night out, ok? So, I'll drop you off, but I need to go out with a friend and get drunk." With that said, she turns to stride towards the car.

Walter nods to Kitty. "I get it, hope you have fun," he says, joining Kitty in the car, looking over to her. "I had some ideas regarding computer security," he explains. "Want me to bring you a list of suggestions Monday?"

"Yes, on Monday. I'd also suggest checking what we already have in place before you bring them," Kitty offers with a friendly smile, sliding into the car and starting the engine. There's a jerk as she flings the parking brake, not exactly pulling out of the garage in the smoothest motions. But, she does get them to Los Gatos safe and sound, with only one close call.

Walter might be gripping the 'oh shit' bar rather tightly by the time they get to Los Gatos. He hops out of the car, and looks back towards Kitty. "Have fun," he says warmly. "And drive responsibly." Well, at least /Kitty/ would make it out of a car accident okay.

"You too," Kitty offers blandly, before heading off to her date. There is some measure of anticipation there, a need for a bit of fun. Eventually, she'll make it back to base without driving herself.

Kitty goes out.