THE XAVIER INSTITUTE OF HIGHER LEARNING

Mission Log #12

>>ATTENTION<<
<Peter> @@
<Warren> @@
<Jean> @@
<Rogue> @@
<Sydney> @@
<Ethan> @@
>>SIM START<<
LOCATION> X-MANSION, WESTCHESTER, NEW YORK
SCENE> IT IS THE NIGHT OF THE DAY AFTER THE ORDEAL WITH SCOTT HAPPENED.. WE'VE TRIED TO GET BACK TO NORMALCY, THOUGH SCOTT SURPRISINGLY WASN'T THERE FOR MORNING DANGER ROOM SESSION.. MAKE OF IT WHAT YOU SHALL
<Ororo> ::floats around outside of the mansion, her eyes scanning about from window to window:: ((Okay, so which one is it exactly?))
<Bobby> ::sits up on his bed, yawning, after taking a nap since last night was a late one, playing video games all night:: Man, that danger room session just about killed me... ::gets up, stretching and leaving his room::
<Rogue> ::dark circles under her eyes, sitting downstairs in the kitchen absently stirring a glass of tang with a spoon, which she's been doing for about 10 minutes:: ...
<Peter> ::sitting in the living room, legs crossed and reading a fitness magazine::
<Scott> ::leans against the back wall of the mansion, lights up a cigarette.. something he hasn't smoked in like.. years, it's odd::
<Ororo> ::floats closer to one particular window, peering within:: ((Damn it, that's not it, either.. Blerg. Screw it, I give up. You've won this round, you little weasel!)) ::echoes her final thought aloud, before floating down to the ground in front of the mansion, her barefeet grazing the grass ever so gently::
<Jean> ::she stayed at the boathouse last night..having snuck, after everyone was asleep, to get a shower and bring down her school work and a change of clothes back down to the boathouse..she's now sitting at the desk with her books and a spiral out. She's wearing a long sleeved white shirt under a blue tshirt and jeans:: ((Probably ready to go back tonight..just needed time. I got so upset..))
<Rogue> ::lets the spoon make *tink* noises off the sides of the glass, idly, staring blankly at the orange liquid::
<Scott> ::takes a drag, exhales:: ((Man, forgot how good this was..))
<Peter> ::sighs:: ((This magazine repeats itself so often...)) ::tosses it to the side and fires up the tv, flipping to the world news::
<Rogue> ::sighs softly, pushing the glass aside and folding her arms on the table, then resting her head on her arms:: ((...didn't sleep a wink last night...))
<Ororo> ::tilts her head skyward, admiring the lovely view:: ((One day I'll be able to create an environment like that.)) ::her attention turns towards her small garden, and she can't help but smile::
<Gibraltar> ::absently plucks gently at an acoustic guitar:: ((Still can't get used to this place . . .))
<Scott> ::closes his eyes, pushes his glasses up a little bit, rubs them, readjusts his glasses and blinks a few times, yawns::
<Sydney> ::Throws a punch at the holographic figure in the danger, trying to remember what was said in her old karate classes she took before.::
<Gibraltar> ::puts down his guitar and decides to brave going downstairs::
<Jean> ::snaps the book infront of her shut and leans back against the chair and stretches:: ((Think I've gone over the same stuff about 40 times..))
<Scott> ..::drops the cigarette:: ((Better go get some work done.. slacked off too much today)) ::crushes it under his heel::
<Bobby> ::looks down the hall as he heads for the kitchen, seeing Gib:: Hey there. ::smiles::
<Ororo> ::She stalks over to the garden, and kneels over to let the dirt run through her fingers, in a near-sentimental fashion. After the dirt has drifted back to it's plot, her eyes study over her plants, which have finally begun to take shape in their growth:: ((I am getting good at this, afterall..))
<Jean> ::stands up and looks towards the door:: I'm hungry.. ::sighs and shoves her hands in her pockets as she makes her to the door::
<Rogue> ::squeezes her eyes shut, frowning a little, then opens them again, tiredly:: ((...so sleepy...))
<Sydney> ::Does a front block, deflecting the punch and then steps foward to punch her hologram oppoent in the solar plex.::
<Peter> ::chuckles:: ((Oh that Wolf Blitzer, he has such witty remarks)) ::turns off the TV and then leans back in the couch a bit more to relax, and contemplate his plans for the evening::
<Gibraltar> ::decides to follow Bobby to the kitchen:: ((Need . . . food . . .))
<Bobby> Not much, just had a little nap. Now I'm hungry. Come, let us feast! ::heads for the kitchen::
<Rogue> ::hears footsteps coming and sits up straight, brushing hair out of her eyes and frowning at the innocent glass of tang::
<Scott> ::follows along the mansion wall.. back towards the back entrance::
<Gibraltar> ::grabs some leftover roast beef and a package of Chinese noodles, collecting a number of different sauces::
<Jean> ::walks towards the mansion and takes a detour to 'Ro's garden:: ((Wow..she's really getting that to look good)) Hey 'Ro
<Sydney> ::Pants as she atempts a round house and gets knocked down.:: ((Moved too slow...))
<Rogue> ::glances to Gib and Bobby as they enter the kitchen:: ... ::plays with the tang with her spoon, some more::
<Gibraltar> ::starts warming up the beef in a pan with some teriyaki sauce, and setting some water to boil for the noodles::
<Ororo> ((Been too much shit lingering around here lately, and that's kinda killed my desire to go out every night.)) ::frowns, then summoning a raincloud to water over her plot, and she then disappates it, as she continues to toy with the soil:: Hey Jean... ::she pauses in mid-speech:: ((Wonder what I've done now.))
<Sydney> ::She rushes to her feet, doing a overhead block and following with a side kick.::
<Bobby> Heya Rogue. ::waves to Rogue:: You've met Gib, right. ::looks to Gib:: ...it is Gib, right? heh
<Gibraltar> Well, you can just call me Chris, but yeah . . . Gibraltar is the obligatory code name.
<Rogue> ... ::slight shrug:: seen 'm around...
<Ororo> Feel better now? ::dusts off her hands as she stands up::
<Gibraltar> ::continues to prepare his latenight snack:: Hey . . . ::offers his hand to shake, unaware of Rogue's powers::
<Rogue> <<haha you're all confused *laughs maniacally*>>
<Peter> ::looks around:: ((Where IS everyone....?)) ::stands up and makes his way to the kitchen to pick up a bottle of water::
<Rogue> ::eyes his hand:: ...guess you missed the announcement.. ::slightly dry tone:: Ah don't do touchy-feely. But hi. ..nice ta meet you.
<Bobby> ::nods:: Chris, right. ::looks to Rogue:: ((What would Sydney do...)) Um, Rogue... anything you wanna talk about? ::pulls out a seat at the table::
<Gibraltar> ::withdraws, a little confused:: OK . . . you want something to eat? Gib's Diner is open to all!
<Peter> ::slips into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out some poland spring water:: How's it going all?
<Sydney> ::Throws another punch at the figure before the danger room suddenly grows dark.:: ((It's over?))
<Ororo> ::continues dusting off her hands, and then pushes her hair back into a makeshift ponytail:: So...
<Gibraltar> ::looks over at Peter:: Good. How about you? ::continues preparing his snack::
<Rogue> ... ::forces a tense sort of quasi-smile:: uh... no... and no... unless you could hand me a coke from the fridge? ::rubs her face with one hand, blinking several times, and nods slightly to Peter::
<Peter> Not too bad.... ::analyzes Gib's work:: Wow, someone else who knows how to cook.. ::chuckles politely:: Burden off my shoulders
<Bobby> ((Gah, I suck.)) 'k, no prob! Chris, Peter? Get you something while I'm up? ::grabs a coke for himself and Rogue, handing it to her::
<Gibraltar> ::grins:: I wouldn't mind a Coke. ::sees that the noodles are almost cooked, adds a special ingredient, and stirs it around::
<Rogue> ::gingerly takes the pop, trying to avoid getting her gloved fingers anywhere near Bobby's, and fiddles with the tab for a moment:: ...shit ::mumbles as the tab breaks off uselessly in her hand, leaving the can unopened:: ....
<Bobby> Comin' up! ::tosses one to Chris as well::
<Gibraltar> ::grabs the Coke:: Thanks, Bobby. ::sets it down and adds the beef to the noodles and puts the result in a bowl, putting the dishes in the sink::
<Bobby> ::looks to Rogue, taking her Coke can and forms a little ice spike one his finger, cutting out then removing the little tab::
<Gibraltar> ::opens his Coke the boring way and sips it:: Impressive.
<Rogue> ::blinks at the can a bit blankly for a moment, then rubs her face again:: ..thanks... ((have the hardest time with those damn tabs..))
<Sydney> ::She walks out of the danger room, looking exhaused. Her movement are sluggish as she moves to the ladies' locker to clean up.::
<Gibraltar> ::sits down at the table, eating his snack and sipping his Coke:: ((Three days . . . . I can't wait . . .))
<Bobby> ::in fake announcer-like voice:: New from K-Tel! Tired of stubborn tabs on your cans? Can't take it anymore? Then -this- is for you! Introducing the Icecan 2000! ::holds up all of his fingers, with similar ice spikes on them::
<Peter> ::takes a seat at the table, taking moderate sips from his waterbottle:: ((...)) ::listens to bobby's shananigans, heh::
<Jean> ::hands still in her pocket, she looks towards the garden to examine it and then looks back to Ro:: I just wanted to say thanks. You know, risking your life and all by checking up on me yesterday.
<Rogue> ::weak snicker that sortof turns into a sniff halfway through, looks back down at her can, taking a sip::
<Ororo> It's all good. I'd suppose you'd do the same, maybe.. ::folds her arms across her chest:: I still don't think I can trust him again, though.
<Gibraltar> ::faint clicking noise comes from a cellphone, picks it up:: The mighty Chris Gamble speaking . . .
<Jean> ::blinks and tilts her head:: I would..and Why?
<Bobby> ::smiles a bit as Rogue laughs for a second:: ((I'm nowhere as good at this as Syd... speaking of which, wonder where she is...)) ::lost in thought for a sec, then looks to Gib:: Whatcha' eatin'? ::sees him on the phone:: Oops, heh
<Gibraltar> ::looks at Bobby:: Teriyaki beef and noodles, with special spices. ::back to phone:: Kaitlyn? Yeah, I remembered. Three days. I'll pick you up at the airport. No, I'm just hanging with some students. This school is great, they've got a pool and everything . . .
<Ororo> I just don't.. ::her eyes seemingly flicker with inner fire:: I've known guys unstable like that.
<Peter> So what are you guys.. and lady, up to this evening? ::contemplative grin on his face, squelched by a sip of water moments later::
<Jean> He wasn't unstable, Ro. I mean..I threw him pretty hard with my telekensis. I bet he's worse off than I am.
<Scott> ::stops, still unseen, just listens::
<Rogue> ::sips quietly at the Coke:: ((...wonder how long it's possible ta go without sleepin'...))
<Gibraltar> ::phone:: Well, I should probably go. ::laughs slightly:: Love you too. Bye. ::puts down the phone, slightly apologetic:: Sorry.
<Ororo> If you say so. Anyways, those kinds of guys give me the creeps. ::shudders involuntarily:: If I find out he did hurt you.. Or if anyone's messing with my head..::narrows her eyes:: It won't be pretty.
<Sydney> ::Walks to the elevator, showered and dressed in a casual empress styled dark green dress..::
<Jean> ::sighs and looks at her feet before up at Ro again:: Thank you..and we can talk more about it later ((No need to tell her he's there..she'd be more mad))
<Ororo> Hey Jean..::calls out suddenly::
<Jean> ::blinks and looks over her shoulder before turning to face her:: What?
<Bobby> No prob Chris. ::smiles, sipping on his coke::
<Scott> ((..I hurt her? physically?)) ::tries to think::
<Peter> ::analyzes Rogue's face:: You look pretty tired Rogue.... You should get some shut eye...
<Scott> ::frowns:: ((How could I..? what's wrong with me? I hurt one of the only people that I care about..))
<Ororo> Tell him if he'd talk to me, like a human being, he'd find out I'm a human being, and not just a mutie-bitch that he probably thinks. ::looks back to regard her garden, and lets the winds whip the bottom of her dress momentarily::
<Rogue> ::looks up, eyes widening slightly as if she didn't realize Peter was still there:: ..huh? ...no, that's alright...
<Jean> I'm sure he'll get the message ::nods to her and continues on towards the mansion::
<Gibraltar> ::looks at the clock:: 30 hours. Damn. It's gonna be a long almost three days.
<Scott> ::sighs:: ((Better give it a few..))
<Peter> Hm, alright... Then let's go dancing, I'll collect the rest of the group together and we can go clubbing.. ::nods:: ((Excellent Idea Piotr.))
<Sydney> ::Walks into the living room.::
<Rogue> ::confused look... glances over her shoulder, brow furrowed, expecting Ororo or someone to be there, who he must be talking to::
<Jean> ::moves inside to the LR and half smiles:: Wow..two for two ::said in the direction of Syd::
<Scott> ::comes out from behind wherever he was, trying to make it look like he was talking the whole way and didn't hear anything.. doesn't say anything, just walks towards Ro ::
<Ororo> ::lets out a rather loud sigh, and brushes her foot against the dirt, quietly humming a melody to herself::
<Sydney> Hello, are you feeling better now? ::There's a conerned look on her face.::
<Jean> ::nods and shrugs her shoulders with her hands still in her pocekts:: Mostly..I just wanted to appologize to you
<Peter> Well? What do you say? ::looks to Bob and Rogue both, while starting to make his way to his feet::
<Sydney> You don't have to. I'm not mad with you.
<Rogue> ...me? ::squints slightly:: ...Ah can't go to clubs... places like that...
<Jean> I know you're not, but that must have been horrible to witness. Most people tell me my upsets are ::snickers lightly at herself before going serious again:: Just me telling you to back off when you wbere trying to help, but I didn't want to take your head off. I was pretty paniced..and pretty pissed.
<Bobby> ((...)) ::snaps out of it:: Huh? What's that? Oh, I dunno, maybe? ::rubs the back of his head:: What do you say Chris?
<Bobby> ((..when you get back. :) >>
<Scott> ::stops a few feet away and just stands there for a while, trying to gauge Ro's mood, watches her for a little bit::
<Ororo> ::brushes through her hair and then proceeds to look over her plants once more, as she turns her humming into actual singing::
<Peter> What do you mean you can't? of course you can! ::perky mood all of a sudden::
<Rogue> ...No, Ah can't... ::weird look at Peter::
<Scott> ....((Say something))... You're.. uhh.. plants are looking good.
<Sydney> I know... I'm used to that sort of thing. Remember. ::Smiles:: Except I was never given warning. They weren't sane enough to do so.
<Jean> Nice that you can joke about it ::chuckling softly, anchoring her thumbs outside her pockets::
<Ororo> ::stops singing suddenly, and looks over her shoulder, her hair partially covering her face:: ..What?
<Gibraltar> ::looks up:: Sounds like fun . . . c'mon Rogue.
<Peter> Don't worry about it! I can't dance that great either... I mostly go just to hang out. ::nods::
<Gibraltar> ::laughs:: I'm no matter, I'm sure.
<Bobby> I'll dance, but only if they play 'Ice, Ice, baby' ::snickers::
<Rogue> ::scowls, face darkening, staring down into the depths of her popcan:: Oh yeah... loads of fun... maybe if Ah wear three layers of clothes and wrap myself in ducttape, no one will bump into me. Did you not see what happened to Scott? Or do you just wanna see a riot start? ::stands up a little too quickly, one hand bumping her forgotten glass of tang and sending it crashing to the floor::
<Peter> Alright... Chris, Bobby, you convince her... I'm going to round up the cavalry... ::walks out of the kitchen and heads to the living room, immediately taking notice of Jean and Syd:: Hey ladies....
<Jean> ::blinks and looks over to Peter:: Hi Peter
<Bobby> Eep! ::freezes the tang before its spillage can go any further, then scoops up the frozen goo, tossing it in the garbage::
<Scott> ..I've been going around like..uh.. talking to people.. I wanted to talk to you...
<Scott> You seemed pretty upset after all that.. y'know.
<Sydney> Nothing... nothing really upsets me.
<Sydney> Except being locked out...
<Rogue> ... ::stares at the mess on the floor, bending swiftly to pick it up, only getting a couple larger pieces of glass before Bobby snags the mess:: ... ::drops the glass in the garbage a little shakily, dusting her hands off::
<Jean> ::looks back to Syd:: {{You ok?}} ::eye shift over to Peter::
<Gibraltar> ::sighs sadly::
<Ororo> ::fixes her hair, and then gives him a curious look:: I don't really get you, Cyke.
<Rogue> ::pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand, closing her eyes and leaning against the counter slightly::
<Scott> ..::puzzled look:: ..huh?
<Bobby> ::frowns:: You sure you're ok Rogue? I mean... I can... ((Dammit, I suck. Wish Syd were here.))
<Peter> ::looks over the two:: Uh... yeah... So do you guys want to come along? I am orchestrating a trip to the city to go clubbing....
<Rogue> ...ah'm fine.. ::whispered::
<Sydney> I don't like getting locked out of anywhere... bugs me so much...
<Jean> ::nods to Syd but says to Peter:: {{Give us a second, please}}
<Ororo> ::her hands move to rest on her hips:: Since when did you care how I felt about your business? It is your business, afterall. I'm sure you're full aware of some of the stupid shit I've had happen in the past too.
<Jean> ::puts her hand on Syd's shoulder:: Have you felt like that since you've been here?
<Gibraltar> ::promptly shuts up:: ((I'm just going to not say anything. No one knows me, and they probably don't like me all that much either.))
<Sydney> Not really. I just don't like lying because something does bother me.
<Peter> ....Right... Just meet me in the front in 45 minutes if you want to go.. ::walks out of the LR heading around various spots in the house looking for the rest of the troop::
<Scott> I don't care to know specifics. And, I think that something like that involves the lot of us, especially.. y'know.
<Jean> I'm always for a policy of speaking up ::nods to her::
<Ororo> And yet you come to me about it? Since the day I've been here, you've never acted like you gave a shit about me or mine, unless it affected "work." ::gives him a semi-critical look:: So why now? Lemme guess, you're ready to have me thrown out?
<Sydney> I just don't like being 'caged'.
<Rogue> ::walks back over to the kitchen table, picking up her coke and downing it swiftly, then tosses the empty can at the garbage and stares at it for a moment:: Ah'm fine... just fine... ::stalks out of the kitchen::
<Jean> Does it come from your time in the institution?
<Bobby> ::starts to move closer to Rogue, then stops:: ((Doh, that was dumb.)) Um... it's ok Rogue. Hope you're not worried about what happened last... ::watches her leave:: night...
<Scott> ..::Blinks:: Whoa.. whoa.. hold up. I'm not going to have you thrown out.. and as for the not giving a shit about you.. ::thinks::
<Jean> <<oh great time to take a pause Scott hehe>>
<Scott> ..((She's right.. none of them))
<Scott> ..You're right..
<Peter> ::Scratches his head, walking out of the gym:: ((Where the hell are scott and ororo?)) ::raised eyebrow, and moves up to the dormitories, searching in each of their rooms, looking for them::
<Scott> what have I ever done for any of you guys to make you think that I gave a shit?
<Ororo> That's all I needed to know. I'll be packing my shit, and be out in the morning. Xavier'll be so excited to get the thug bitch out. ::starts walking towards the mansion, brushing past him rather coldy::
<Sydney> Yeah...
<Scott> ::moves to grab Ro's arm..stops himself:: Ro, please, stop.
<Rogue> ::heads down the hall, trailing one hand along the wall, head bowed... stops when she hears Jean's voice from the living room, and starts backing up to go the other direction::
<Bobby> ::turns to Chris:: So you see that I'm obiously the most popular guy around. ::frowns::
<Ororo> My name is Ororo. ::continues walking, although slower:: But then again, you could give a shit less. Just think Scott, one less liability to stress over! ::rolls her eyes angrily::
<Scott> ((..why haven't I seen this before? ))
<Jean> I always think of how lucky I am the Professor got to me before I was put in one. I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like, but you can always talk to me, Syd
<Gibraltar> Heh, well at least people generally acknowledge your presence.
<Sydney> ::Nods.:: Okay... I will.
<Scott> Ro.. if I didn't give a shit, do you think I would still be here, trying to get you not to leave? If I didn't give a shit, would I even be here fighting for us, people like us?
<Rogue> ::walks back past the kitchen doorway, head bowed, frowning slightly::
<Peter> ((Fuck it...)) ::walks into his room, after unsuccessfully finding Ororo or Scott, and lays some clothes on his bed for him to change into::
<Jean> Do you want to talk now? ::takes her hand off Syd's arm an lays both her arms to her sides::
<Bobby> Ah, you're just new. And truth be told, things have been pretty tense here lately, 'specially the last little while... it's not you, dude. ::nods::
<Sydney> I'm all right, right now.
<Rogue> ::sits down on the hallway floor, just inside the back door, her back against the wall and her arms around her knees:: ...
<Gibraltar> Yeah, I've noticed that. Me, I'm just stuck waiting for, uhh, 29 1/2 hours.
<Scott> ::moves around Ro and stops in front of her:: Please.. don't. I really don't want you to go.
<Ororo> I said my name is Ororo, jackass! ::shakes her head, and continues storming towards the mansion:: Yeah, let's play Xavier's Mutant Army and continue to be treated like children. I dunno about you, but I was taking care of myself when I was 12.. But yet again, I get talked down to like a child anyways..
<Jean> Ok, well that's good ::gives her a reassuring smile and shoves her hands back in her pocket:: I'm a bit hesitent about going out myself..but Peter did say he was taking people out tonight
<Scott> ..13.
<Ororo> Huh? ::opens the back door, standing it in and giving him a strange look, despite her expression being very angered::
<Bobby> Well, you're welcome here as long as you'd like Chris. Hmm, but you -will- need a nick name... how 'bout... ::snaps his fingers:: ...C-Note!
<Bobby> Ooh! Then when we're in the field, we can switch it to Money G! Yes! That's it!
<Rogue> ... ::scrambles back to her feet when Ororo opens the door, and looks back and forth down the hall with a vaguely trapped expression::
<Scott> I've been taking care of myself since I was 13.
<Gibraltar> But . . . I already have a code name. I'm Gibraltar.
<Sydney> Oh... where to?
<Bobby> But... but... Money G...
<Gibraltar> Do you even know what my powers are? ::laughs:: That's OK, I don't really know many people's powers all that well anyway.
<Jean> Clubbing, I think he said
<Gibraltar> Even though I do have a fair amount of money . . . although technically, it isn't mine.
<Ororo> I already knew that. ::moves through the kitchen, ignoring all others:: And see? I actually took the time to find that out. That's how I show that I give a shit about folks around here!
<Sydney> Oh... ::looks a little confused.:: All right.
<Rogue> ::hurries out the back door and down the steps, shoving her hands in her pockets::
<Jean> ::arches an eyebrow:: Never been?
<Bobby> Ah, I see. Money G it is then! Or G Money, if you prefer. ::smiles::
<Peter> ::starts undressing, and redressing into the lain out clothes:: ((hmm.)) ::looks at his wristwatch:: ((alright... plenty of time..))
<Gibraltar> Money G, eh? I don't think supervillains are going ot fear that much.
<Scott> Ororo Munroe.. daughter of David and N'Dare
<Scott> Born and raised in New York City
<Ororo> Whoopdifuckingdo, you know a coroner's basic report! ::starts up the stairs:: Ya'll better stay the hell out of my way..
<Gibraltar> Well, I'll probably be staying here in the long run. I mean, I can't go back home.
<Scott> Only child. ::lowly:: Claustrophobic. ::thinks::
<Scott> ::follows::
<Rogue> ::slightly hurt expression when Scott didn't even notice her rushing past, hurries around the corner of the mansion::
<Ororo> ::catches a dark glare over her shoulder:: You better not bring that shit up again..
<Scott> Lived on the streets.. man I know how tough that can be.
<Sydney> ::Looks over her shoulder and blinks at Ororo and Scott.::
<Peter> ::finishes getting dressed:: ((hm? OH! there they are...)) ::walks out of his room, adjusting himself, and trying to catch up with the two:: Hey! You guys! You feel like heading to Exit? <<Exit is a huge club in NYC ^_^ very popular, and very cool>>
<Jean> What in the..::looks over Syd's shoulder too::
<Ororo> Why, don't you just admit you don't want me here, Scott? You act like I haven't heard what you've said about me being here, since the start! ::hollars down the hallway::
<Sydney> Uhm... no, to answer your question.
<Jean> ((Oh nice..know Scott's priorities)) ::sighs and takes her hands out of her pockets to push her hair back::
<Scott> And please, "Ororo" Inform me.
<Sydney> ((Why is Ororo always so overdramatic?))
<Bobby> ::hears all of this commotion:: C'mon, let's see what's up... heads for the living room, nodding to Chris::
<Jean> It's fun..you dance and hang aroudn while listening to loud music. Typical teenage stuff. ::nods to Syd::
<Ororo> Do you even know I have a son, Scott? Yeah, the whore has a kid running around Goddess knows where. How's that for "informing" you? ::walks into her room, and flings a basket onto the floor::
<Scott> ..::blinks:: ..whoa..
<Sydney> Maybe going out might be fun.
<Rogue> ::wanders out into the backyard, sitting down heavily under a tree, flicking dead leaves and twigs away::
<Jean> ::rubs her forehead:: Probably..with all the commotion. I think I'm gonna go take a breather on the porch, if you don't mind.
<Scott> ::closes the door behind him, lowly:: ..whore.. you have no idea.. ::normal tone:: I know what it's like.. you gotta do you gotta do to survive
<Gibraltar> ::goes with Bobby:: ((This place is one big soap opera . . .))
<Sydney> All right... ::heads to the living room.::
<Ororo> And I'm not that stupid, I know the others think I'm such a bitch. At least I'm honest about it. ::opens her closet door, and looks through her clothes, then mumbling:: I dunno why Pete even cares, to be honest with you..
<Bobby> ::enters the living room, looking around:: Hey peeps.
<Jean> Thanks ::heads towards the front door and leans against the railing of the front porch:: ((Lord..))
<Scott> ..That's Pete. It's what he does.
<Peter> ....::obviously not heard by either of them... creeps back to his room, having been ignored... closes the door and lays down on his bed..:: ((She has a child? And she didn't tell me? I musn't be that important to her obviously enough.... I thought I had something special with her... I... was starting to fall for her...)) ::sighs and shifts to metal to avoid tears:: ((I am Colossus... Cold as steel, no emotion... Such is my life..))
<Bobby> ::sees Syd:: Oh, hey Syd. What's up? ::forgets Chris is there for the moment::
<Ororo> You know what's really fucked up? ::looks up, her eyes somewhat downcast, however::
<Scott> ::shakes his head slightly::
<Peter> ::clothes are torn from his shift to metal, having not been in his X-uniform:: ((I need to go home.... See people who really know who I am... Piotr Nikolaevitch Rasputin... Not Colossus.... I want to see my snowflake... I want to go where things make sense again...)) ::remains in his emotionless state, in metallic form::
<Jean> ::rubs her forehead and hops up on the rail to sit and turns to lean back against a column:: ((Sometimes I feel like taking the professors idea of med school and running with it..)) ::crosses her arms and just looks out over the yard::
<Ororo> ::her eyes begin to tear up, and despite it all, she chuckles:: You and I are so alike.. I mean, it's really messed up Scott.
<Sydney> Not a lot, just trained a bit.
<Scott> ((..what do I do..?)) ::lowly:: I know..
<Rogue> ::picks up a dead leaf, shredding it between her fingers::... ((like the nightmares weren't bad enough already...))
<Ororo> That's probably why we hate each other's guts..Only, I don't really hate you, unless you're being the alpha authority figure..((I get that from one of those books Xavier pushed off.))
<Jean> ((But I could never do that..)) ::rubs her forehead and sighs::
<Gibraltar> ::stands there, distinctly uncomfortable:: ((Why?))
<Bobby> Ah, cool. Me too, though by trained I mean took a nap and drank a soda, heh... ::looks around and remembers Chris:: Oh, you've met Chris, aka G Money, right?
<Scott> I don't have you.. I don't really understand you.
<Gibraltar> I thought it was Money G, Ice. And it's Gibraltar, actually.
<Ororo> ::moves to the foot of her bed:: Heh! I don't even understand myself sometimes. ::rubs her eyes for a moment, still laughing::
<Jean> Such a whinny baby sometimes ::shakes her head, turning on the rail and hopping back down on the porch with her arms crossed:: ((Scott's got new priorities now..just have to adjust and realize he's..grown out of our friendship, I guess)) ::Shrugs and pushes her hair back::
<Peter> ((I will speak with Professor Xavier... And go back to Siberia... I do not belong here anymore..)) ::shifts to flesh once more, and closes his eyes, tears immediately streaking once his metallic form is dissipated back to flesh:: ((I cannot believe I was so naive...)) ::dims the lights in his room slightly to create a more depressing mood, and stares blankly up at the ceiling, his face still swolen with tears, but no whimpers::
<Jean> ((Figured one day he'd be able to not need me...was fun picking on Slim though)) ::smirks at some memories before moving inside again::
<Ororo> Do me a favor though..since you owe me. ::pats the far corner of her bed::
<Ethan> ::Leaps off the roof, hovering down the rest of the way to land softly below, a look of content pleasure on his face:: ((This mutant thing may be f*cked up, especially with how people hate us...but goddamn, flying is the most amazing thing ever..))
<Scott> ::takes a seat:: yeah?
<Sydney> G Money? Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Sydney.
<Ororo> Just close your eyes a sec, and it'll all be over. ::dead serious look::
<Gibraltar> ::grins:: Please, call me Chris.
<Scott> ..what?
<Ororo> Shut up and do it.. ::narrows her eyes on him::
<Sydney> ::Nods, taking a seat.:: I wish I could tell you it's not normally like this.
<Scott> ::closes his eyes.. warily::
<Scott> o...k.
<Ororo> ::smacks him across the face, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to get out some frustration:: Don't trust me. ::smirks faintly:: You want some member/leader counseltation, we'll do it on Baldy's time, not ours.. And don't act like that hurt, either..
<Jean> ::moves inside the door..her mood having improved some:: ((Nice to get over that..))
<Bobby> ::looks to Syd:: So... up for a rematch sometime later? Or are you gonna go into town with the others?
<Scott> ::scoffs:: Will try.. ::shakes his head, smirks:: You're a piece of work.
<Rogue> ::rests her chin on her knees, picking up a twig and snapping that in half several times too::
<Ororo> And you'd best go handle your own business, before you get in trouble and lose something you want.. Hell, I'll even butt out, just this once. But look, our shit isn't over, not by far..::crosses her arms:: I'll just tolerate you for now, or something, till you piss me off again. Now get to steppin'! ::points at the door::
<Scott> ::can't help but laugh and shake his head again, walks back to the her door, closes it behind him as he leaves::
<Rogue> ((maybe Ah'm gonna really have to talk to the professor about all of this... Scott trusts him...))
<Ororo> ::rolls her eyes and lays back on her bed:: Hey Cyke, go find Pete for me! ::hollars into the hall:: ((At least I got some of that out of my system.))
<Sydney> I don't know if we'll be going anywhere.
<Scott> ::Walks back down:: Pete?
<Jean> ::arches an eyebrow at Syd's comment as she walks inside:: Why do you say that?
<Sydney> All this screaming going on.
<Jean> Oh yes, valid point ::bites a lip and shrugs::
<Bobby> Oh... well, maybe we could - ::looks as Jean walks in:: Jeannie! Hey, heh. ::turns to Gib:: You meet Chris yet?
<Scott> Anyone seen Pete?
<Gibraltar> ::feels he can't stop from saying something:: Is it always like this here? ::looks destinctively uncomfortable::
<Ethan> ::Gets a wry grin across his face, before taking to the air again, flying up into the air and over the house, circling it a few times at a quick speed, before landing in the back yard:: ((I might get hell for that, if anyone saw me, later, but who cares..))
<Jean> ::nods:: Yes and Hey Bobby
<Ororo> ::unzips the back of her dress, and slips out of it, tossing it into the hamper:: ((Hum..)) ::looks into her closet curiously::
<Rogue> ::eyes closed, head lolling slightly, drowses::
<Jean> ::looks to Scott:: Room I think
<Scott> ((We need to talk.. I just need to go get Pete for Ro..))
<Scott> ::walks back down the hall to the men's dorms, walks over to Pete's room and knocks on the door::
<Jean> ::blinks and sighs:: ((No..we got over this..just..don't know if I'm up to talking to him right now..want to..but don't know..))
<Sydney> ::Sighs and with out thinking she rests her head on Bobby's shoulder.::
<Ororo> ::pulls out a pair of white slacks, and slips into them. She then looks for some sort of top, wearing only a black lacked bra for the time being:: ((Choices, choices..))
<Jean> ::looks up at Syd and Bobby..a smile creeps onto her face:: ((That's so sweet..))
<Scott> Pete?
<Bobby> ::looks to Gib, then Jean, then back at Syd:: ((Quick, what's something we can do if no one else wants to go out...)) Hey, we could all play Scrabble or something later... maybe... ::blinks as Syd rests her head on his shoulder, then smiles and kinda awkwardly puts an arm on her shoulder::
<Gibraltar> ::sighs and leans against the nearest wall:: ((This place is a nuthouse. I don't know if I could really stay here. Bobby's the only one that will ever talk to me, and I'm not cut out for this.))
<Peter> I changed my mind... I do not feel like going out tonight... ::says in a bit louder tone so that Scott can hear him through the door::
<Sydney> Maybe we could rent a movie or pay per view?
<Ethan> ::Glances around, raising an eyebrow as he spots Rogue leaning against the tree:: ((Eh? That doesn't exactly look the most comfortable..then again..)) ::Slowly walks over in her direction, being quiet, so as to try and not wake her::
<Scott> Ro asked me to get you
<Ororo> ::holds up a purple, silk blouse, and eyes it for a moment:: The hell? This must be Jean's. ::wrinkles her nose for a moment:: ((Gonna have to work on her taste in clothes.)) ::shifts through a few other articles of clothing::
<Jean> Might take you up on that Bobby ::Nods and points towards outside:: Think I'm going to go grab my stuff. If we all do something, yell. ((Imagine Scott will be a bit..and he knows where it is)) ::heads towards the boathouse to grab her stuff from lats night::
<Rogue> ::twitches slightly, coming awake again with a start, blinking around wide-eyed for a moment:: ... oh... ::rubs her face::
<Bobby> Ooh, that's an option. There's acouple of movies I'd love to see... uh, unless there's something you wanna see Syd. Or Jean, or anyone I guess. Listen to selfish ol' me, hehe! ::chuckles a little nervously::
<Ethan> Uh..::Coughs, slightly:: You okay? I didn't wake you or anything, did I?
<Scott> ((Something's wrong.. taking too long to reply)) Hey, man, you alright?
<Peter> Tell her I am not in the mood to talk... ::shifts to metallic form to prevent anyone from noticing he's been crying::
<Gibraltar> Sure, movie sounds good.
<Rogue> ...no, Ah'm not sleeping... ::overly-forced wide-eyed look::
<Peter> Yes... ::long pause:: I am fine...
<Scott> Bull.
<Sydney> Let Chris chose, he's the new one here.
<Ethan> ::Cracks a slight smile:: You looked like it, a second ago..::Tilts his head, eyeing her curiously:: You look like you could use some sleep, though.
<Ororo> ::looks at green tank top, and slips it on:: That's better. ::moves over to her mirror, pulls the the ponytail out, and then plops back down on her bed::
<Rogue> ...but Ah don't want to sleep... ::frowns::
<Scott> Pete, I don't want to pry.. but if you need to talk to someone who isn't Ro, or the Professor, or whoever, you can talk to me.
<Peter> ::remains silent:: ((Wonderful...)) ::closes his eyes::
<Ethan> ::Raises an eyebrow:: Well..okay, I guess..::Shrugs, slightly:: When was the last time you did, though?
<Bobby> ::nods:: ((Whatever you say Syd.)) What kinda films you like, Chris?
<Peter> ::stands up, and walks to the door, unlocking it and opening it, not waiting though, instead heading back to lay down on his bed::
<Rogue> ... ::shrugs, brow furrowed:: ...awhile ago?
<Jean> ::walks past the lake and into the boathouse:: ((Always liked this place..never knew why)) ::starts collecting the stuff she brought down::
<Ethan> ::Watches her try to think and scowls, his face taking on a slight hint of worry to it:: Uhm...at all, since...the mission and all that stuff happened?
<Scott> ::closes the door behind him, takes a seat, turns it around so he's sitting in the chair backwards:: What's up?
<Gibraltar> Hmm . . . well, I don't watch movies a whole lot. ::thinks:: Something light.
<Ororo> ::wraps her arms around her pillow, and rests her head on the other, while yawning softly::
<Rogue> ...maybe? ::swallows:: ..few minutes here, hour there... Ah just... can't. ::looks away::
<Peter> We are friends... right? ::remains staring at the ceiling::
<Jean> ::tk hauls the books while she stuffed the clothes and things into a backpack and heads back towards the mansion:: ((Don't think I need to talk to Scott..I'm pretty much squared away..wonder what he wants to say..))
<Scott> ::taken aback by the question, nods his head:: .
<Scott> Of course.
<Scott> ::folds his arms on the top of the chair::
<Bobby> Something light. I can dig it. Need some light atmosphere around here, I think. What do you say Syd? ::leans his head down, lightly resting it on Syd's::
<Peter> ...Then I want you to know that your friendship has meant a lot to me.... You are one of the few people I feel like I can wholeheartedly trust in this country... But I do not belong here... ::still metal, still staring at ceiling:: I want to go back home... I am not meant to be here...
<Sydney> Sure... ::sounds a bit sleepy::
<Ethan> ::Frowns, plopping down several feet away:: Any particular reason why..?
<Jean> ::moves up the stairs towards towing it all and turns down the girl hall. Once she reaches her room, she opens the door telekentically and tosses the stuff to one side:: ((He's taking awhile though. Pete must be really upset))
<Scott> Whoa! ..are you serious?
<Scott> ((...what the hell have I done?))
<Ororo> ((Wonder what's up now..It's not like him to be this slow..)) ::stares at the pillow she hugs as her thoughts wander::
<Jean> ((Of course..gotten the impression that Peter doesn't like me a whole lot. He might have just been awkward with Ro dragging him to deal with me, though. Hope they can work out. Personally think Ro coudl use a guy like Peter.)) ::starts to straighten up her things::
<Peter> Yes... I have come to this decision this evening, and will be leaving as soon as I speak with the professor.... I will use what money I have saved to buy fare back to Siberia...
<Rogue> ::rubs the back of her neck with one hand, taking a long pause:: ...just... stuff. Dreams. ((Can't say much... they're not mine to talk about...)) ::frowns to herself::
<Scott> Pete, man.. You know your friendship means a lot to me. I dunno what I would have done without you here.. Pete you can't
<Scott> ((shitshitshit))
<Bobby> ((Hmm, Syd sounds tired. Probably been a long day for her, doing actual work, unlike lazy bums like myself...)) We don't have to get a movie if you don't want, Syd. You might be better off getting some rest, maybe?
<Sydney> ::Yawns.:: Oh, you guys can. I don't mind.
<Ethan> Ah. ::Nods, very slightly:: Have anything to do with what happened with Scott? ::Frowns, slightly:: Wait..that's probably none of my business..::Shakes his head and shrugs::
<Jean> ::moves over to her mirror and grabs the sleeve of her shirt, pulling it up to look at the bruise. It's darker but hurts less:: ((It's healing..bet he doesn't even know about it. Best not to bring it up, either. Now regretting not being able to get out, too)) ::frowns in the mirror::
<Rogue> ::oblique look:: Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. Ah've always had bad dreams. Ain't his fault.
<Bobby> ((Ack! Am I making her tired? Am I being boring? Quick, be funny!)) ... ((...ok, plan B! Say SOMETHING, DUMBASS!)) Um, maybe... ((... oh, that's f**king -brilliant!-))
<Jean> ::looks at her outfit and makes an uncomfortable face:: ((But part of me doesn't..I don't feel like being dressed anymore)) ::winces as she moves her shoulders some before reaching into drawers to pull out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jogging pants::
<Bobby> Would you wanna watch it though? Wouldn't wanna get something you didn't like, in that case, heh...
<Peter> Scott, do not take this the wrong way... But sometimes I think I would have been better off being left to die at the sentinels hands.... Would have caused me less pain in the longrun from people I misinterpreted...
<Scott> ..::gapes:: ..Did I? Fuck, I treated you like shit too, didn't I?
<Scott> God damnit
<Sydney> Might take a nap, actually. So chose what you want?
<Ethan> ::nods, slightly:: Sorry, didn't mean to pry or anything..
<Ororo> ::shrugs her shoulders, and opens the dresser drawer beside her bed. She then digs through it for a few minutes, and finally pulls forth a small notebook of sorts:: ((Hrm..))
<Scott> ((Why can't I see these things? Am I that ignorant of it?))
<Bobby> ::nods:: Ok, but feel free to come down if you can't sleep. I'll save a seat for you, heh. ::lightly squeezes his arm around Syd, smiling::
<Peter> ::opens his eyes, and is startled slightly:: What? No. no... I am not talking about you Scott... Like I said... You and Bobby are the only two around here that I can tell are genuine....
<Scott> ..what about Ro?
<Rogue> Ah guess Ah'm just tryin' to stay awake as long as Ah can... then maybe Ah'll sleep hard enough to sleep through 'em... ::uneasy look at the ground, crumbles a few dead leaves in her hand::
<Scott> I thought you and her.. y' know.
<Jean> ::takes off her clothes and changes into the more comfy set:: ((though I wish I could wear short sleeves..oh well)) ::moves over to the mirror again, starts to brush her hair::
<Peter> ::returns to his cold, emotionless state:: Like I said... You and Bobby are the only two that I have genuinely developed a friendship with... At least a friendship that is conceivable as true by both individuals...
<Scott> ..Pete, I've seen you two together.. there's nothing but love there.
<Rogue> <<Love...? More like a lot of sweaty sex and a lot of omission :P>>
<Ororo> ::takes a deep breath, and flips open the first page, revealing a newspaper article:: ((I really hate looking through this sometimes, but at the same time, I don't want to forget..))
<Ethan> ::Quietly:: Must be pretty bad, then.
<Peter> No... ::sits up immediately, shaking his head sternly:: You are wrong... Love? Hah! You don't lie to people you love... She does not love me... She likely does not even think of me as anything other than another guy... ::lowers his head slightly::
<Jean> ::puts her brush down and stretches, grabbing a book which she holds against her chest and moves over to her CD collection and looks down at it, thinking::
<Rogue> ::shrugs again, barely:: ((or maybe someone's got sleep meds Ah can take... somethin' to knock me out for awhile..))
<Scott> Pete. ::puts his hand on his shoulder:: Seriously.. I have no clue what you're talking about, but I really think that you're probably the only thing here that Oror cares for.
<Ethan> ::Watches her for a second:: You tried asking the Professor about it? Maybe he can give you something to help you sleep? I mean..He technically is a Doctor or something, I think.
<Jean> ((Probably not going to hear him sing it again..)) ::bites her lip with her finger rested on The White Album:: ((Had to learn the words though..)) ::chuckles lightly and pulls it, taking it over to her stereo::
<Sydney> Okay... ::smiles sleeply and wanders up stairs::
<Bobby> ::just stands there, a goofy grin on his face:: heh...
<Peter> Your wrong Scott.... Yeah, we slept together a couple times.... Her feelings for me are obviously physical... She cut me off immediately when I was trying to tell her how I really felt... And then... this....
<Rogue> ...not really sure how to get ahold of him... ::rubs her face:: he always seems so busy... ((until we have a screamin' fight in Scott's room..)) ::colors again, a bit::
<Ororo> ::scans over the article, and then peers at the picture of N'Dare and David Munroe, in the obituarary:: ((I guess I do look like her..And him both. Never really noticed it before, well, not *as* much.)) ::flips to the next page, and looks over it as well::
<Scott> ..what?
<Ethan> ::Grins slightly:: Want me to ask him? I know of a sure way to get his attention away from his work in his study, I think.
<Jean> ::puts the cd in and while it loads she moves over to her bed holding the remote to the stereo. She flips it to Blackbird, sits back against her pillows with her knees up to support a book, and feigns reading as she listens to the song::
<Rogue> ...huh? ::confused look::
<Peter> You know what..... ::sighs:: It doesn't matter anyway... I would not have any knowledge of this anyway if I hadn't overheard you two... I would still be playing the fool...
<Ororo> ::yawns softly, and tursn to the next page::
<Scott> ..whoa whoa.. Back up a second, you heard us?
<Scott> ((Think think.. what would have upset him...))
<Ethan> ::Shrugs:: Well..I could always just fly to his window and knock..::Smirks, slightly::
<Peter> Yeah... Good old Piotr... ::sighs and shakes his head:: I can not believe how naive I have been
<Bobby> ::blinks, then snaps back to reality:: Huh... ahem. Well now... ::turns to Chris:: Oh, hey, heh. Sorry 'bout that.
<Rogue> ::grimaces a little:: ...but Ah don't wanna disturb him...
<Ororo> ::closes her eyes as her head rests against her pillow, the notebook resting beside her::
<Scott> wait.. her son?
<Peter> ::nods slowly, not really knowing whether to speak or not... decides not to::
<Scott> ..she probably didn't want you to think less of her... I'm sure she's ashamed that she.. y'know.. too.
<Jean> ::once the song finishes, she turns the volume down with the remote and actually begins reading:: ((Bet her forgot..not that bad though..could probably fall asleep soon))
<Peter> What is there to be ashamed of?? ::raises his voice slightly:: I.... think I love her Scott... ;:sighs deeply:: If she felt any bit of the way I do, she would have told me....
<Scott> She's afraid... we're all afraid.
<Ethan> ::Shrugs, slightly:: I don't see that he'd really mind, truthfully. I go in and talk to him, all the time..he doesn't seem to be bugged by it, at all.
<Rogue> ..maybe some other time.. ::evasive shrug:: ..
<Peter> No.. That isn't it Scott... it is alright, you don't have to worry about it... I've accepted the fact she does not feel the same way for me, that I feel for her.... I will leave, and make things better for both of us....
<Peter> I should have known better than to let another woman into my life... My life only has room for 2... My mother and Illyana.... ::sighs::
<Scott> Pete. You leave.. and you will break her heart.. not only that but you're going to be leaving behind a lot of people that've invested him.. and themselves to being your friend.
<Ethan> ::nods:: Okay..well, if that's what you want.
<Scott> Your what keeps Ororo here. You're the only reason she stays here.. you keep her.. all of us sane.
<Peter> ::continues to look down, shifting his body back to flesh:: I don't know Scott.... Nothing makes sense anymore...
<Scott> ..You're preaching to the choir.
<Rogue> ::yawns widely, covering her mouth:: ..guess Ah should go back inside...
<Scott> Pete, just think if over. Don't rush into things without talking to Ro first. It may just be a misunderstanding
<Scott> I don't want you to make a mistake you might regret
<Peter> I guess I could do that... ::frowns slightly::
<Scott> Please.. just think this out. I really don't want to see you go.
<Rogue> ::stands up, leaning against the trunk of the tree unsteadily:: ((god... so tired... Ah don't know how he sleeps at night...))
<Peter> ::nods:: I will sleep on it, and talk to Ororo in the morning.... ::lowers his head:: I'm sorry that I took up your time... But... Thanks Scott...
<Scott> Don't worry about it. That's what friends are for, Right? ::Smiles::
<Peter> ::nods, and smiles for the first time in the past while:: Right...
<Ethan> ::Nods, slightly, standing and watching her look like she's almost about to fall over, and taking a step towards her, but stopping:: Are you sure you're okay..? ::Frowns, his brow furrowed as he watches her::
<Scott> ::leaves Pete's room and closes the door behind him, to himself:: Okay Dr. Phil.. who's next?
<Rogue> ::holds up a hand, pushing away from the tree and walking slowly back towards the mansion door:: ..Ah'm up, ah'm fine...
<Jean> ::yawns:: ((God I'm falling asleep.)) ::lets her legs drop, the book sinking down with it. She rubs her eyes and stretches her arms out;:
<Scott> ::walks over to the Women's dorms... walks towards Jean's door::
<Ethan> Well..okay..::Watches her walk away slowly, continuing to look worried:: ((Fine, my ass..can't really do much to help, if she won't let me, though..))
<Jean> ((Right when I thought I was gonna get away with sleeping)) ::lets her arms fall down and waits for the knock::
<Scott> ::Clears his throat, by the door, sings:: Blackbird singing in the dead of night
<Scott> Take these broken wings and learn to fly
<Scott> All your life
<Scott> You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
<Rogue> ::opens the door and wanders inside, muffling another huge yawn::
<Jean> ::arches an eyebrow and leans towards the door to look at it:: What are you doing?
<Scott> ::pushes the door open::
<Scott> ::continues:: Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these sunken eyes and learn to see, All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to be free...
<Jean> Slim, I live in this hall..::half smiles and does the quick "get the hell in here" hand motion:: ((That was sweet of him..just..oooh man he's still going..))
<Scott> ::walks in, looks at her, fake mic in hand as he continues to sing for her:: Blackbird fly Blackbird fly, Into the light of the dark black night.
<Rogue> ::trudges down the hall, pausing to glance into the front entrance foyer at the grand staircase:: ((maybe.. no, too late to go bug the professor...))
<Jean> ((He's making this so much harder...well at least it's comical now)) ::rolls her eyes, shuttin the door w/ her tk and using the remote to turn off the music:: Would you stop? ::half laughing::
<Scott> ::stops:: what's wrong, don't like my singing? ::continues:: Blackbird fly Blackbird fly, Into the light of the dark black night.
<Scott> ::puts his mic down::
<Jean> ::rolls her eyes and shakes her head:: I give up ::can't help but smile::
<Scott> alright then. ::Smirks::
<Scott> ::brings his "mic" back to his mouth:: Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these broken wings and learn to fly,
<Scott> All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise, You were only waiting for this moment to arise, You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
<Jean> Uh huh ::Shakes her head and blinks when he starts again:: ((Oh man...))
<Scott> ::bows::
<Jean> ::rolls her eyes and golf claps::
<Scott> ::serious:: You alright?
<Jean> ::sits up on her bed, grabbing a pillow to hug in her lap and looks at him:: Thanks, Scott. I know you've had a long night of them, you don't have to pep talk me, too
<Rogue> ::turns and heads for the steps to the dorms, rubbing her eyes with one hand, hanging onto the handrail with the other::
<Scott> ..did I really? ::motions to her right arm::
<Jean> Did you really what? ::very convincingly oblivious::
<Scott> ..Hurt you? I heard you and Ro talking back there.
<Ethan> ::Leans against the tree, letting out a slight sigh, shaking his head and cracking a slight smile:: ((Funny. When did I start really getting worried like this?))
<Jean> 'Ro takes things too far ::nods to him..conciously not moving her arm..so as not to fidget:: ((It'd kill him..no matter how hard I threw him..))
<Scott> ..show me.
<Jean> No, Scott. I'm the ..semi-dr here. It's ok, really.
<Scott> Jean.
<Jean> Yes, that is my name. And it's fine.
<Scott> I need to see it.
<Jean> No, you don't. ((You big dork..dont' care so much..easier)) ::looks at him::
<Scott> ::looks right back at her..:: Jean, please.
<Jean> ((Fine..at least hurt him once tonight..get to release him later. He always has to make things so difficult)) ::rolls her eyes, with some anger, she grabs her sleeve and yanks it up::
<Scott> <<..wait>>
<Rogue> ::feet dragging, goes to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and wincing slightly when it closes a bit harder than she intended:: ...((Ah can't sleep... but Ah can't keep my eyes open...)) ::opens the medicine cabinet, frowning at the contents blankly:: ((...big help... no damn pictures...))
<Scott> Oh my god.
<Jean> Oh please. It just looks worse before it gets better ::quickly shoves her sleeve back down::
<Scott> ..I did that.. I hurt you.. what fucking kind of person hurts their.. best friend?
<Jean> I probably did way worse to you..but I doubt that's why you came here ::shifts and sits straighter:: You didn't mean to..we were both paniced and..I was at least really mad
<Scott> ..I..I'm a horrible person.
<Jean> Scott look. It will heal, it is fine. You are not a horrible person..would you stop with the damn angsting. ::stern look at him::
<Scott> Jean, I physically put my hands on you and hurt you. I had control of that.. that was me who did it.
<Jean> And you don't think I was wrong for hurling you against a dresser!?
<Scott> ((What the hell am I?))
<Scott> ..what are you talking about?
<Jean> ::rubs her forehead:: When I flung you away because you wouldn't let go
<Rogue> ::tired stare at the med cabinet:: ... ((well shit, Ah can't just guess... Momma'd skin me alive if she ever heard of me doin' somethin' that stupid... Ah can't ask someone to come read 'em to me...)) ::shoves the cabinet door shut and turns cold water on, splashing it on her face::
<Scott> ::blank looks on his face, raises both eyebrows:: ..what?
<Ethan> ::Shrugs and stretches, heading back towards the house:: Can't be helped, I suppose. ::Cracks a smile:: Well..at least this place is never dull..
<Jean> What did I fry your brain, too?
<Scott> ..((How could I put my hands on her..?))
<Scott> Jean.. I'm sorry.. I really truly am.
<Rogue> ::leaves the bathroom groggily, wiping excess water off of her face, and wanders down the hall::
<Jean> I know you are. Look, Scott, it's in the past. We were both upset and did things we didn't mean. Stop with the angsting. I know you would never mean to hurt me, just like I never meant to hurt you. I just...((Say it..)) needed time to cool down. I got that, and I thought it all out and am ok with it all. You've moved on. We're still friends, but it can't be the same.
<Bobby> ::turns off the tv, seeing nothing's on, and happily bounds up the stairs, glowing and humming a tune, then sees Rogue:: Heya Rogue... ::slows to a stop, seeing how tired she is, and looks concerned:: How's it going?
<Scott> Are you sure? Because if you're uncomfortable with someone that.. hurts you.. I can leave. I will.
<Rogue> ::blearily focuses on Bobby:: 'mfine...
<Scott> ::thinks about the last thing she said..:: ..can't be the same?
<Jean> Don't leave. I am not uncomfortable. I just have to adjust to this change in our friendship, and I don't mean you hurting me..physically. You like someone. We both had to know it would happen. You're at this level with her that I'm not, because you two must of shared soemthing. And..((God..)) you're naturally going to be closer to her. Our friendship isn't going to be as close. It..just..happens. ((straight face..))
<Bobby> ::nods:: Um... say, if you ever need to, you know... what's that word... oh yeah, talk or anything, heh, just let me know. Can't promise I can be very insightful or whatnot, but hey, I can listen. And crack wise. Mostly the latter. ::nods::
<Scott> ..::Blinks:: Jean.. what?
<Rogue> ::a bit too exhausted to really make sense of Bobby's... unique style of discourse, peers at him for a moment:: 'kay? Just gonna... go to my room now... ::edges down the hall further, past him::
<Scott> I don't understand..
<Jean> It's hard enough being friends with someone of the opposite sex, and I'm glad we did. ((You sound so corny...idiot)) But, when one starts to have an interest in someone else, the friends naturally get further apart. ((And now you'r confusing him..))
<Ethan> ::Heads into the house, a distant look on his face, as he seems somewhat deep in thought::
<Bobby> ::frowns, opening his mouth to say more, then stops:: ((Gotta ask Syd how she does it...)) ::looks back at Rogue before heading to his own room::
<Jean> You and .... ((..just say it..))Rogue..you shared something that I can't understand. You're at a higher level, and that's bound to bring you to closer. I completely understand. You're a great guy Scott. She's lucky. You should get to be happy.
<Scott> Jean.. but it's not like that.
<Jean> I bet..with all the..::fidgets with the pillow..getting less confident:: time you've spent together, you've allready discussed it. And, yeah it is, Scott. We both know it. I think she's in the hall you should uhm..go talk to her or something. ((He needs to go..))
<Rogue> ::leans against the bedroom door, yawning again as she fumbles with the knob to open it, and wanders inside, tossing herself down on the bed with a frustrated mumble::
<Scott> ..are you trying to get rid of me?
<Jean> I know we're still friends and we always will be. Go to her, it's what you want.
<Jean> ::rolls her eyes:: Not with the angsting again ::looks up at him, more stern:: ((I really wasn't..))
<Scott> Jean.. it's not like that at all.. but I can tell you want me to go.. ::leans over.. pushes her hair away from her forehead and kisses it:: Night Jean. ::leaves her room:: ((That's...))
<Jean> ((He's gonna fall in love with her...or some sappy shit like that)) ::bites her lip and looks at him..about to open her mouth when he kisses her forehead and just blinks as he leaves::
<Jean> ((...)) ::puts the pillow up over her face and falls back onto the bed..muffled scream into it::
<Scott> ::Walks back to his room::
<Jean> ((Oh god that sucked...but it was the right thing...I think)) uggh! ::hits the pillow and just lays with it::
<Scott> ::sighs:: ((..what just happened?))
<Bobby> ::enters his room, gettng into bed and switches off the lights, sighing happily::
<Ethan> ::Wanders down a hallway in the Mansion, his hands shoved into his pockets::
<Scott> ::walks into his room, closes the door behind him, sighs, closing his eyes and placing his glasses on his dresser, takes off his pants, folds them up and places them on a chair, does the same with his shirt::
<Scott> ::feels for his nightstand.. opens the drawer and pulls out his goggles, puts them on, climbs into bed::
<Scott> ..::hears breathing next to him...turns:: What the?!
<Rogue> ::startled reflex-flailing, tumbles to the floor with a loud thump, eyes wide:: ..Whaah? ::squints:: What the hell are you doing in my...
<Rogue> this isn't... why am... ::looks at Scott, turns bright red and flees his room with a shriek::
<Scott> ..Rogue?!
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