Titian:Â What is your favourite mythological story?
HmmâŚIâd have to say the myth of Achilles and Patroclus. Achilles going into battle, even though the Gods said he would die, to get revenge for Patroclusâ death kinda showed me the extent of how moving loving someone could be.Â
Gentileschi: Have you ever planned an act of revenge?
Totally. I think the first time I did it I was, like, 11, and wanted to figure out a way to dump said person in a volcano.Â
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VelĂĄzquez--Have you ever received an award or special position? Â I have. Salutatorian along with some academic and athletic recognition in high school, Summa Cum Laude for my undergrad, Cum Laude for my graduate; a couple of promotions at work, and most recently, the station I manage was awarded a Marconi Radio Award.
Gentileschi--Have you ever planned an act of revenge?Yes. Some were fairly meticulous plans while others werenât given much thought to be honest.
Ingres--What is your favourite historic subject?Mm...as in a favorite moment in history for me? Itâs a broad response but probably the first half of the twentieth century due to how much the world had changed because of and during those times.
Tagging: The Cuckoos, Pietro Maximoff & Cole Harris
Location: The Sonic Clone abode; UES, NY
Time Frame: Evening, Jan. 2, 2016
General Notes: A dinner between friends.
Cole finished setting the dining table for seven, placing a pitcher of ice water beside a chilled bottle of Pinot Gris. Pasta seemed like a simple, filling and appetizing route to go for dinner that night, and over the past few years--between their first loft together and the penthouse now--Cole felt he and Pietro had improved vastly on having others over for dinner. After his eyes scanned the table one more time to double check, he made his way to the laundry nook to double check Star and Lunaâs food and water bowls, refilled what needed attention and then returned to the kitchen to wash his hands. There, he called out to remind his fiancĂŠ, âHey, Sonic, theyâre gonna be here soon!â while eyeing the time on his cell phone. He wasnât exactly sure what Pietro was up to--whether he was getting himself ready or doing something else entirely but Cole doubted it was anything that could be very time consuming for the speedster. The doorman was already made aware that the two were expecting The Cuckoos, so it would only be a matter of a door knock, or Star and Lunaâs common rushing to the door upon hearing feet approaching it first.
The Cuckoos were waved past the doorman without issue, though they hardly looked up long enough to notice. If it wasnât for Irma looking and steering them all, they might have simply smacked into the closed elevator doors and made a proper mess of things. Esme tapped out a response on her phone, tongue between her teeth as she tasted the thought of several different insults. The other three were halfway through phone conversations that varied in tone, all talking over each other in the elevator
âNo, no, the link I just sent you, do you see where the light should be?â Phoebe asked, staring down at her tablet screen.
Celeste scoffed into her receiver. âAnd I told him that it wasnât worth it.â
âI know, but short of putting a vise around his movement in the city we canât do anything else -â Sophie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
âNo, I need to know if itâs a disc drive failure -â
âI was thinking more of a price on his individual teeth -â
âSisters, sisters, weâve arrived,â Irma announced, snapping her fingers in front of Sophieâs face. It was a tiny bit rude, but she didnât like her chances breaking them out of their busy thoughts otherwise.
The four sisters murmured their apologies to their conversations and slipped tablets back into their laptop bags. Now they looked a bit more like young professionals, and not people that had been suggesting a certain amount of violence in an elevator even when they had been called into the Baxter Building. Celeste stood by her suggestion. Sophie wasnât vetoing it entirely as his behavior suggested a potential for escalation. They didnât need to be on the receiving end of that again. After another minute of silent discussion it occurred to them that they hadnât announced themselves, and Esme rapped smartly on the front door of the apartment.
âYou sound worried.â Pietro pointed out upon hearing Coleâs reminder, head popping out from their bedroom door. âDid you forget that I could literally wrap this all up in a second or-â He let the question drop with a wide grin, moving to shut the door behind him, finally satisfied with not only his appearance, but with the appearance of the apartment as well. Darting into the kitchen, the silver-haired mutant leaned against the counter, replying to a text on his phone with an arched brow. âGot some more confirmations for the wedding, by the way.â Blue eyes rose from the phone to the door at the knock, Petro quickly disappearing from the kitchen with a âgot itâ thrown over his shoulder, both Star and Luna heading straight for the door, tails wagging excitedly. âSit, girls.â The dogs sat, Luna with a quiet bark as Pietro opened the door, the dogsâ ears twitching curiously at the sight of the sisters. âHey! You guys make it up here okay?â Pietro figured that theyâd have no problem with the doorman, but he still felt the need to ask. âYouâll have to excuse Star and Luna, they love meeting new people.â As if on cue, Luna crept forward, sniffing at heels, much to Pietroâs exasperation. âCome on in, before Luna decides the whole hallway is her playground.â He rolled his eyes, holding the door open for the sisters. âThanks for coming, howâs work going for you? Iâd ask if you were keeping out of trouble, but that seems like a-â A shoulder rising in a half-shrug. â-pointless question. Anything interesting?â
Cole rolled his eyes at the returned reminder that being ready in a timely matter wouldnât be an issue for Pietro, as it hardly ever was. A small smirk crept to his despite himself, only after the small jump at the speedsterâs sudden appearance in the kitchen. It didnât matter how much he was used to his fiancĂŠâs speed, the surprised flinch almost always happened. His gaze dropped from Pietroâs face to the device in his hands at the mention of wedding confirmations. âWe should keep track of those,â Cole started to say, but the knock on the front door seemed almost like a cue following said reminder only a moment ago. The small whoosh and pale blue streaks that soon faded beside and behind Cole made him grateful he hadnât backed up to open the oven yet. Being out of sight of the entry way, he merely listened while finally pulling garlic bread out and setting its pan on the stove to cool beside the dishes of baked chicken and fettuccine alfredo. A pre-tossed salad sat inside the fridge so he walked over to pull that out and take it directly to the dining room table, only to return to the kitchen to slice up the bread and set the pieces inside a bowl. This time when he had gone to the dining room table--an area in full view of the apartmentâs entrance and living room--he looked over to the Cuckoos, nodded and raised a hand up in a âhelloâ manner. âGood to see you all, and happy new year.â Shortly after eyeing the tableâs setting one last time, he returned to the kitchen once more to retrieve serving utensils and the warm entrĂŠe, privately satisfied that everything for dinner had been finished on time.
The Cuckoos followed Pietro through the door, and Esme smirked at him. âItâs an entirely pointless question. We have a person of interest in sight but he was wearing more sensible shoes than we were.â
âAnd there was no trouble getting in,â Irma said.
It was probably not customary to talk about work when invited for dinner. Phoebe would double-check that guide on her tablet as soon as they werenât being observed. Still, Pietro was the one that had brought it up in the first place. It might be useful to forward a photo to him, help flush out their quarry and his admittedly excellent forged records, but they didnât want SHIELD actually trying to snatch him first. They didnât need to put Pietro on the spot like that. Only one dog was following along and sniffing at Celesteâs ankles, though they knew that the pair had two of them. Irma smiled back at the dog; she had always wondered what sort of thoughts they really had. She was sure it wouldnât be quite the same even if they could communicate properly with an animalâs mind, but one still had to wonder. Esme resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They didnât really need to wonder, because dogs probably werenât holding the secrets of the universe in the recesses of their minds. The second of the two dogs seemed a bit more patient, or was perhaps disinterested in the sudden cluster of blondes passing through her home.
âHello,â they chimed, nodding hello to Cole.
âYou both look well,â Sophie said, glancing in the direction of the kitchen, then back to Pietro. âDo you need any help with anything here?â
She gestured vaguely around at the place settings and the table they had clustered beside. Everything looked set and ordered, but perhaps something needed to be carried over. Though they didnât know their kitchen well enough to be the most effective helpers in any event, Sophie felt she ought to at least offer anyhow.
âStill figured Iâd ask.â But Pietro was quiet as he listened to the sisters. âYeah, well, thatâll happen. But at least you still made it here alright.â Star eventually followed after Luna, head tilting with curiosity as she sniffed at each Cuckoo sister, making sure each of them passed her sniff test, giving a small, satisfied bark before turning to follow at Pietroâs heels, earning a pat on the head from the speedster. âActually-â He rubbed at his jaw, casting a glance to the table, noticeably lacking utensils. âI may have forgotten to set the table.â If one didnât know better, they mightâve thought that Pietro was glaring at the barren table top before he turned to face the sisters again. âYou could help me with that. I donât know what Coleâs got going on in the kitchen.â He admitted. âBut you could also see if he needs a hand. Iâm sure he wouldnât mind the assistance. Also-sorry again about Luna.â The smaller of the two dogs still excitedly bouncing around heels, not sure which of the five to focus on first. âSheâs a littleâŚ.friendly. But harmless. For the most part.â Hearing her name, the Husky turned to face Pietro, letting out a playful yip before bouncing over. âDid you guys want anything to drink either? Almost forgot to ask.â Pietro muttered, glancing upwards as he made a mental note as he turned to head towards the kitchen, motioning for the sisters to follow. While both him and Cole had guests over before, the speedster still occasionally forgot his manners. His mind was too focused on other things at times, he just breezed right past them. âFeel free to make yourselves at home by the way.â
Coleâs brows furrowed upon returning to the dining space and hearing Pietroâs words, âThe tableâs set, Pietro. Not the breakfast one but the dining table.â While adding to his words, he set the stainless steel pot down at the tableâs center, adding to the sisterâs offer to help, âThank you, but actually everythingâs ready for us all to eat.â Realizing they still hadnât purchased any salad tongs, Cole stuck two serving spoons inside the salad bowl, and proceeded to add serving utensils to the pasta and chicken, pulling the chairs out for each of their friends and Pietro along the way. The overall table setting was relatively simple: a black tablecloth, seven empty red wine glasses to accommodate more than a few sips of water if chosen; the assembly of food, pitcher of ice water and chilled white wine, and seven place settings at the eight-seater dining table. As Cole finished adding utensils and pulling out chairs, he took a seat for himself at one of the table ends, inviting everyone to help themselves as opposed to any formal food service. Reaching for the Pinot Gris, his eyes swept across the five sisters, âThanks for coming over by the way. And thank you for the gifts, I found a home for the painting and its frame earlier.â With a small turn and nod of his head, he indicated the spot on the wall beside his piano where said painting now hung. âDid you all and your associate do anything celebratory to bring in the new year the other night?
Sophie led the way to the table and the Cuckoos sat around the other table that had been set, glancing around with mild interest at the setup. This was rather more formal than their own table. And the only reason they bothered to eat at tables at all was Celesteâs angry hissing at any mess made elsewhere, and Phoebeâs protective attitude toward their electronics. Crumbly saltines and keyboards were a bad mix as far as she was concerned.
âActually making myself at home would probably involve examining your electronics,â Phoebe observed. âMaybe looking into why the wi-fi in the elevator was a bit slow.â
âWe had an...interesting time of things on the 31st,â Esme replied.
That wasnât technically wrong, even if it wasnât the sort of drunken party Cole had probably envisioned when asking. Hopefully Wren, the associate they assumed he meant since he hadnât met most of the others, wouldnât be meeting this particular problem. They didnât think that she would be immune to his ability and she could get hurt. They werenât in the business of introducing teenagers to dangerous people like that. Sophie reached immediately for the ice water, while Esme reached for the salad to be the first to reach the food. Irma wasnât sure if they were meant to let the host reach the food first or not. The only other time in the past year they had been invited for a meal, they had gone out, so it hadnât been an issue. Being inside someoneâs actual house had different social rules. They really needed to double-check that guide Celeste had found earlier.
Irma glanced between Cole and Pietro. âWe were surprised to get your invitation, actually. Weâre not exactly popular dinner guests - probably because of the volume of food required for it as much as our personalities.â
Pietro sighed somewhat overdramatically, running a hand down his face. âI donât even know why we have two tables.â It certainly wasnât the first time Pietro had gotten the two mixed up, and it probably wouldnât be the last. âWell, if you could fix that problem, Phoebe, we certainly wouldnât mind.â He pointed out with a grin, moving to sit next to Cole as he listened to the sisters, head tilting to the side slightly. âHopefully nothing that you all couldnât handle.â âAn interesting time of thingsâ could mean a lot of things when it came to the Cuckoos, but Pietro had no doubt it wasnât something the sisters could overcome, or at least, he hoped it wasnât. âUm-dig in, by the way.â He pointed out with a smirk, noticing that Esme had already began to do so, Pietro was content to let them get what they wanted first, taking a long drink of water. âWell, luckily, weâre kind of used to making a lot of food.â Between Coleâs metabolism and Pietroâs, not to mention the sibling dinners they held on a fairly steady schedule, this wasnât anything too out of the ordinary for them. âActually, we wanted to talk to you all about something and we figured-why not invite you guys over for dinner? Besides, I think this beats out my usual-uh-coffee bribes.â He pointed out with an arched brow, setting the glass back down on the table. He glanced over at Cole, slightly unsure of how to approach the topic. âWell, Cole and I have been talking about wedding planning and all sorts of oh-so-fun fine details that come with that.â To say that Pietro wasnât a detail planner was an understatement. âBut, weâre taking a lot of things into consideration, who we want there, and-of course-who we want to be a part of the ceremony itself.â He turned and looked at Cole. âAnd-well-this was sort of Coleâs idea so--you want to do the honors?â
Playfully pursing his lips, Cole nudged his fiancĂŠ and replied, âAesthetic. Besides, we rarely entertain anyone else at breakfast so why dirty up this whole table for that?â He chuckled a bit at Phoebeâs response to making themselves at home and added, âI think the most interesting piece of tech here is over there.â With a slight tilt of his wine glass, he drew attention to the Sony Eclipse suspended to one of the glass window-walls. The solar powered music device was still considered a concept but Cole was lucky enough to get a hold of one for a graduation present last year. True, the luxury apartment had its share of other electronics but the square music device was by far and away, Coleâs favorite gadget. He poured himself half a glass of wine and then proceeded to help himself to the chicken and pasta while listening to Irma and Pietro, giving some fleeting smiles and agreeing nods to Pietroâs response about having them over and it being no trouble. A small part of him felt a little bit guilty but he instead made a mental note for them to try and invite the sisters over more often in the future. In the midst of passing the bowl of garlic bread off, he met Pietroâs gaze with an arched brow and slightly amused smirk. âAlright.â Shifting slightly in his seat to sit up a little more, Coleâs eyes swept from sister to sister, âPietro and I wanted to ask if each of you would be a part of our wedding party.â Immediately after, he muttered a recurring thought, mostly to himself but somewhat to Pietro and the Cuckoos, âI keep defaulting to say âbridesmaidsâ. I guess it would be groomsmaids in our case though.â Mentally waving off the thought, he went on to add, âYouâve all been helpful to the two of us, in the last few months especially, but more than that, we both consider you good friends of ours and want to recognize that at our wedding, beyond sending an invitation to be there.â
The Cuckoos watched the back and forth banter with mild interest, but were hesitant to take any sides between the two. They had read that it was a bad idea to take sides in a couplesâ debate unless serious moral issues were at stake. They only had one table in their own home, having decided that a second more formal table was a superfluous addition - particularly for people that didnât really cook, and had never hosted a dinner party in their lives. It wasnât their business to take sides on minor organization disputes. They focused their attention on passing the breadbasket around while the two exchanged glances. There was something...obviously not telepathic, but something in those looks that was an attempted communication all its own. If they had been plied with food because someone had a horrible disease they needed to research, that was a mistake. Horrible diseases were best researched before eating, not after.
âWedding party?â Sophie asked.
Their eyes glowed briefly before any of them spoke again. Though that was certainly preferable to finding out that someone had a terrible ailment to research, one of them was going to have to find an excuse to run to the restroom and look up what a wedding party actually did in case they were quizzed later. Pietro was often difficult to get a read on, given the speed at which his thoughts moved, and Cole might notice them having a look in. The couple actually getting married planned most everything, as they understood it, or else hired others to do so. What did the wedding party actually do? Maybe they were security, meant to escort inebriated guests out of the reception. Telepaths were a good choice for unobtrusive crowd management. They couldnât keep discussing the matter or it would look silly.
âWeâd be happy to,â they replied together.
Phoebe picked up a fork, but left it hovering somewhere midway between her plate and her mouth as she glanced at Cole and Pietro. âHow many people have you invited? Is it going to be outdoors?â
Pietro moved to grab a piece of garlic bread for himself, watching the sisterâs reactions with an arched brow, the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile, blue eyes glancing to each of them respectively. As he reached for his glass again, he paused in the movement upon hearing their confirmation, his smile only growing wider. âReally? Thatâs-thatâs great!â One more thing off of their seemingly never-ending list of wedding âto-dosâ. And one of the items that he had been-not that heâd admit it-nervous about. âUmm-â Pietro rolled his head to the side, finally moving to grab the glass again, taking a long drink as he thought. â-I donât remember exact numbers, not really my thing.â He just knew there were some people that werenât getting invites, another one of the items on the list that made him nervous. âAnd weâre still working out a lot of the details, I donât think I ever really considered an outdoor wedding.â Given the date of the wedding, he had no doubt that the weather would be there if they chose that option. âI donât know-â He glanced over at Cole, arching a brow as if to ask the question again. âWhat do you think? I mean-itâd probably be nice.â He shrugged. âWe still need to figure out a location and-â He ran a hand down his face before resting it on the table top. â-so many other things.
Waiting patiently for The Cuckoosâ response, Cole bit into the garlic bread heâd taken for himself with his eyes moving from their five pairs of glowing orbs, down to the table and back up again when they spoke in unison. Swallowing the somewhat large bite heâd taken, he cracked a smile that echoed Pietroâs spoken response. He raised his brows slightly, thinking about the questions posed to him and Pietro. Opening his mouth slightly, he started to hum a little bit but stopped and looked to Pietro, chuckling a little bit. âYeah Iâm keeping track of the wedding to-doâs for us and saving the RSVPs we get back, although when I looked into it...apparently Save The Dates arenât considered invitations, but frankly, I donât want to send out another notice about the day if we donât have to.â Catching himself heading toward a ramble, he paused and course corrected. âAnyway, we didnât send out any more than fifty âSave the Datesâ and only some of them went to multiple people within the same home, like yourselves.â Cole felt Pietroâs eyes on him while addressing the question of where they would be holding the wedding. Washing the bread from his mouth with a long drink from his wine glass, he then looked from his fiancĂŠ to the Cuckoos while weighing in on the venue type, but placed a hand over Pietroâs as a calming gesture to the various essentials they had for the wedding. âThe humidity wonât be much fun for me, personally, if itâs entirely outdoors and I end up in a suit or tux. Plus you end up fighting off bugs in the summertime when you have food out, but the views can be nice with the right location, so I think we could set our sights on an indoor-outdoor venue. Maybe we can start looking at hotels for a rooftop terrace to book.â His next remark was more to Pietro than the sisters as he gave the speedsterâs hand a quick, assuring squeeze, âI think we should do away with a seating arrangement. People can sit wherever the hell they want. But once we decide on some kind of color scheme, I think everything else will fall into place.â Cole then swept his gaze around the table to conclude, âThereâs not much weâre being all that anal about for this. The guest list will be relatively small, the date is set, and now it sounds like our wedding party is set. Flower types, table arrangements...all of that for me isnât highly important so long as it looks nice--elegant--and those who join us that day have a good time.â
Phoebe nodded along with their responses, leaving her fork in its awkward limbo between the food and her distracted face. âIâm sure it will all be organized by June.â
The date they had chosen was only a few days after their own birthday, in fact, but they had never revealed their birthday to anyone that wasnât demanding it on an official application form. Otherwise people might comment on it. Irma thought that June was a very solid choice for an event. They ran no risk of getting a blizzard in the middle of their affair, it wasnât on top of any major national holidays, and they would have a pleasant summer day as their anniversary every year after the wedding. Except for the humidity factor. That was always a hassle on summer mornings. Esme thought that fall sounded more pleasant; the changing leaves would be a pleasant backdrop for people getting married, and the weather would be cooler. But she wasnât the one getting married here.
âI suppose screened in venues might not be possible,â said Sophie, âAnd itâs really about what will make the two of you happy. Itâs your memory, after all.â
âYeah, have at least a little fun with it,â said Irma.
âMaybe not Esmeâs sort of fun, but fun,â said Celeste, pointing with her fork before returning her attention to her pasta.
âOh, come on,â Esme protested. âYou have no proof I was going to suggest anything untoward for their event. Iâm not going to ruin someoneâs wedding. Again. Well, Iâm not going to ruin a friendâs wedding. Thereâs a line there somewhere.â
âHmm, I didnât even think about the humidityâŚâ Pietro mused, glancing up to the ceiling as he thought. The terrace idea certainly had itâs merits but Pietro could feel himself getting lost in thought, meaning he could-and probably would-zone out if he wasnât careful. So he made a mental note to think about their options again later, when they didnât have dinner guests. Listening to their exchange while he took a bite of pasta, Pietro couldnât help the grin that made its way onto his face, his head shaking slightly. âWe will keep that in mind.â The âagainâ made him arch a brow, his curiosity threatening to get the better of him. âIt will be fun, just when the planning is simplier. Thatâs my thought anyway.â Luckily, Cole was a lot better with the âbeing organizedâ and planning aspect of everything. âIâm hoping that it is going to be a fun event for everyone, not just us.â He paused to take a drink, eyes glancing around the table. Now that their wedding party was settled and they had a bit more of an idea as far as venues went, Pietro relaxed somewhat, content to just enjoy the dinner with his friends and fiance. âIâm sure Esme has some good ideas that arenât anything bad.â Pietro pointed out, gesturing to that particular sister with his glass. âBesides, Iâll probably be running to you guys with a million questions when this gets closer. Appropriate amount of coffee bribes in hand, of course.â
Admittedly off the bat, Cole couldnât tell the sisters apart--which was usually the case--but he gave some agreeing nods that everything would come together by June, and Esme being directly addressed had clued him in there. He and Pietro had been on the same page regarding the day being enjoyable for more than just themselves, but hearing that someoneâs wedding had been ruined made Cole nearly match Pietroâs expression with his brows twitching up. A light smile joined it but he ate some more food rather than voicing his own curiosity at the moment. After chewing through his bites, Cole added, âWeâll be sure to keep you all in the loop, along with Julian, Jubilee and our sisters, as important decisions get made.â He then reached for his glass and the bottle of wine, âBut for the time beingâŚâ While lifting the half-filled glass to his lips, Coleâs lips quirked up crookedly again while he added, â...tell us about this previously ruined wedding.â
Pegasus: The fuck away from the general public. By the sea, preferrably.Comet: Dreams? Uhhh.. I guess to be as good a person as my brother. I donât look too far ahead. Not much point. Shit changes every day.Wormhole: My brother showing up on my doorstep would be pretty sweet..
Alphard-Depends on how you define âlostâ. And âfriendâ. There were a lot of people I considered âfriendsâ in the Brotherhood, but they quickly changed their tone once I left.
Gemini-It depends on my mood really, currently? A Real Life by Greekfire
Wormhole-My father wakes up and disbands his Brotherhood.
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I hate it. Ever since moving here to attend the Institute, my life has been nothing but trouble. With the constant crimes and crowded boroughs, I really canât figure out why anyone would love here. I am honestly at a loss as to why anyone would call this place home. Sure thereâs the X-men, SHIELD and the Avengers, but with how often Hydra and others seem bent on destroying NYC, is it really worth it?