THE XAVIER INSTITUTE OF HIGHER LEARNING
Mission Log #13
>>ATTENTION<<
<Peter> @@
<Warren> @@
<Jean> @@
<Rogue> @@
<Sydney> @@
<Ethan> @@
<Jason> :::Taps the table::: Is this thing on?
<Jean> ::plays that really bad feedback noise in Jason's
head for a few seconds::
<Ororo> Evil evil telepaths!
<Scott> Alright people. I've been talking to some people..
and we've came to the consensus that a lot of you are outta shape
and need to start hitting the gym more often.. So you've all be
assigned gym time every other day with a workout partner. (I also
have an interlude/newscast thing I need to do somewhere in
there.. heh heh)
<Peter> ::throws a chair at jean::
<Bobby> So anyway, I go to the doctor and say "Doctor,
doctor! I've got shingles!" and he tries to sell me aluminum
siding!
<Jean> HEY!
<Jason> :::Snickering::: Nice one, Bob.
<Scott> ..That's nice, Bobby.
<Scott> Anyone have any questions or concerns?
<Rogue> Ah am not working out!
<Ororo> I go dibs on that sexy Ruskie!
<Peter> none
<Ororo> I'm not either. ::crosses her arms:: In fact, I'm
still getting used to eating more than once a day.
<Jean> I'm not out of shape ::glares at Scott::
<Bobby> ::shrugs:: Sounds ok to me, I could use a good
workout I guess. ((Workout partners, huh? I wonder who mine
is...))
<Ororo> Geez, your standing with the X-Women couldn't get
any lower, Summers.
<Scott> Maybe if I started walking around and referring to
you all as "bitches and hos" it could.
<Jason> :::Whimpering, then bursts into tears::: I'll shape
up! Please don't send me away!
<Jean> ..::mumbles something about Rogue::
<Peter> ::pokes Jean's big but:: Sorry, I know that this
"Big Butts" song thing was supposed to be a cool thing,
but you need to work on that rump!
<Scott> You can have your choice of workout partners.. so
if you have any preference, then choose now
<Jean> ::glares, looking really pissed:: What did you just
do?
<Rogue> ::glares daggers at Jean:: What, Ah'm deaf now?
<Ororo> Do you value your life? If not, go ahead and call
us that.
<Jason> Choice? Well, then I choose the human icicle.
<Peter> ::walks casually behind Ororo:: I have my partner
<Jean> Ro...keep your boy toy in line! ::glares at Peter::
<Rogue> ::folds her arms sullenly:: ((Not gonna work out...
and no one would be mah partner even if Ah did...))
<Jean> ...where did you get movie seats? ::blinks and just
stops themn w/ her tk::
<Ororo> ::smiles:: You're going to make me buff, without
being freakishly swoll? ::sets Pete down on the weight bench and
smacks him lightly:: Lave her alone!
<Bobby> ::looks over at Sydney:: ((Think she'd wanna be my
workout partner?)) ::thinks for a bit more, then taps her on the
shoulder::
<Scott> lesse how this is gonna work..
<Sydney> ((I have been working out... I don't lift weights
so I don't see why I need a partner.))
<Jean> No no no..I get either Scott or Warren. No fair,
I've never been that knowladgable about working out.
<Bobby> ::nods to Jason:: Sure J-Dawg, sounds good to me.
::smiles to Jason, then casts his eyes over at Sydney for a split
second, looking away again:: ((Not exactly how I'd hoped it to
turn out, though.))
<Voltage> ::Scowls, slightly:: Do we have to have partners,
if we work out regularly on our own?
<Rogue> ((Oh sure, she wants Scott, so she can treat him
like dirt...)) ::scowls::
<Scott> I would prefer you guys to be partnered up.. it's
sort of a way to get better aquainted
<Scott> ::looks at Piotr and Ro.. lowly:: ((or get sweaty
together without sex))
<Jason> :::Rubbing his chin:::: On second thought, I'll
work with loner boy. :::Motions to Ethan:::
<Voltage> ::Scowl deepens:: ...I've always worked out by
myself, before, though. I'd really prefer working out by myself..
<Jean> ::rolls her eyes and shrugs, and looks over to
Warren ..and after a second goes to a "pretty please"
pleading face::
<Ororo> You sure like to stare, don't you Summers? ::raises
an eyebrow:: ((Wonder if he's jealous or what.))
<Jason> You'd prefer working out alone? Then I'll work out
alone.
<Scott> Only at you, Ro, Only at you.
<Ororo> Aw, someone's got jungle fever. ::smirks up to
Piotr::
<Jean> ::blinks and looks towards Scott questionally::
((You're staring..)) ::blinks and shakes her head before looking
back to Warren::
<Bobby> ::blinks:: Huh? Oh, ok, that's cool... I'm cool
with that, I -am- the iceman after all, hehe. ::looks around,
then taps Sydney on the shoulder:: Um, hi!
<Peter> ::shifty eyed glance around the room::
<Sydney> ::Glances over her shoulder and softly smiles.::
Hi.
<Scott> Alright then ::pulls out a pen and paper:: Pete and
Ro, Bobby and Sydney, Jason and Ethan, Jean and Warren, that
leaves Rogue with Me..
<Scott> anyone object?
<Voltage> Yes, actually. ::Frowns::
<Jean> ::blinks and looks back at Scott..semi baffled::
<Scott> Ethan, you need a partner.. you might gain a friend
out of this too.
<Jason> And if we kill each other?
<Jean> ::changes her expression to neutral and crosses her
arms:: ((Yeah, I knew it. See him deny it now))
<Ororo> ((This could prove to be rather amusing.)) ::kisses
Piotr on the nose and adjusts her sports bra::
<Scott> Just clean up the mess when you're done
<Peter> ::blinks for a moment and then coughs:: ((This is
going to be great watching the majority of these jelly-belly's
work out for the first time in a while..)) ::Grins::
<Rogue> ::avoids looking at anyone in the room, lacing her
hands together and studying them intently::
<Jean> ::side glances over at Rogue for a minute before
looking back:: ((And she so obviously wants it, even more than
Scott))
<Ororo> Hold my hair back for a moment..::glances over her
shoulder to Piotr, and pulls out a hairband::
<Voltage> ::Shakes his head, crossing his arms:: I just
don't see the point to a partner..
<Scott> ..You know what, fine, work by yourself. Jason,
you're going to be with Rogue and myself.
<Scott> We all happy? Good.
>>SIM START<<
LOCATION> THE XAVIER MANSION, WESTCHESTER COUNTY, NEW YORK.
SCENE> IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUTSIDE. WE HAVE JUST PICKED OUT
PARTNERS FOLLOWING MORNING DANGER ROOM SESSIONS. YOU DON'T ALL
NECESSARILY NEED TO BE IN THE GYM ALL RIGHT NOW..IT'S BASICALLY A
WHENEVER YOU CAN FIND THE TIME, THOUGH TYOU DO HAVE TO LOG IN
EACH DAY..
<Ororo> ::sits in the gym on the weight bench, dressed in a
pair of black sweats and a gray sports bra, her hair pulled back
into a ponytail:: I've done this once before.. But um, refresh my
memory.
<Jason> :::Sits outside in a lawnchair, reading the
newspaper while sipping a glass of iced tea:::
<Peter> ::moves behind the bench setting a decent weight he
thinks Ro would be able to lift:: Alright.. Lie down flat on your
back, then I'll help you lift the bar a bit, then you lower the
bar to your chest and then push it outward until your arms are
stretched... Repeat 10 times, or as many as you can... ::smiles::
<Scott> ::walks outside and stands near Jason..:: You
ready?
<Jason> :::Looks up from the paper, pulling his shades down
slightly::: I suppose I am. Want the comics page?
<Ororo> ::blinks and peers at the weights:: It's not going
to make my boobs shrink, is it? Because I read somewhere that it
could happen.. ::mumbles, and slowly lifts up the weights::
<Rogue> ::trailing along after Scott, looking mildly
mutinous:: ((Ah don't see why Ah have to do this... Ah don't do
the fighting stuff, what good does it do anyone for me to run
laps or whatever...))
<Peter> I will see to it that it doesn't... ::peers around
slightly hoping nobody else heard him::
<Scott> Fifteen minute run then we hit the weights.
<Rogue> ...Fifteen minutes?
<Bobby> ::is outside, stretching his hammies:: ((Gah, I
hate jogging. Why jog when you can ice slide?)) ::grumbles::
<Jean> ((I love this soooo much..)) ::Holding the punching
bag, only w/ half and effort, really using her tk::
<Scott> Fifteen minutes. You guys can do it. It's not that
bad.
<Jason> :::Gets up, stretching with a yawn::: 15 minutes?
Alright, if you're hauling me inside.
<Rogue> Ah can't do that... ::horrified look:: Ah've never
run for fifteen minutes in mah life!
<Ororo> ::rolls her eyes a little, and brings the weights
down to her chest with a deep breath:: Why'd they wait until now
to up the workout proggy? It used to be enough to get our asses
kicked in the danger room. But that was before your time. S'funny
saying that too. ::She shakes her head a little, and goes to
raise the weights back up::
<Scott> We're not going super fast, moderate pace.
<Sydney> ::Streches as well, wearing a sweat-outfit.:: We
don't have to jog, just walk for an hour.
<Warren> ::jab, jab, spin kick:: You look like you're
enjoying this.
<Scott> Please, when I get through with you two, you guys
are going to be running 10 miles a day at least
<Jean> Oh no..didn't I tell you I held the title of workout
queen? ::shakes her head and smiles:: I don't mind, really. Just
don't like being forced to. I'm not in that bad of shape.
<Peter> ::laughs:: It didn't bother me one bit... It was
usually just me and Scott in here on a daily basis as it was...
::smirks giving her spotter-assistance when needed;:
<Rogue> ::blood drains from her face:: ((Ah hope he's
joking...)) Ah don't think Ah've ever even walked for fifteen
minutes... ::mutters::
<Jason> Oh, I'm thrilled. :::Pushes his shades back up to a
comfortable position on his nose:::
<Jean> I get enough workout mentally. That's strenous
enough. You guys have no clue.
<Bobby> Ah, cool. ::smiles at Sydney, finishing his
stretches:: Ready when you are.
<Sydney> I hate running anyway. It always hurts my knees if
I run.
<Scott> You got good running shoes? ::stretches his quads::
Man it's a beautiful day for a run.
<Ororo> ::takes another deep breath, and begins again:: Oh?
So you guys must've talked a bunch. It's hard to get many folks
around here to talk to me, I guess because I come off as such a
bitch. But I'm not, really. ::wrinkles her nose, raising the
weights again::
<Jason> :::Looks down at his rather worn shoes, then
shrugs::: Whatever doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.
<Rogue> ...Ah don't have running shoes... ::looks at the
toes of her boots:: ((And Ah sure as hell can't wear shorts and a
teeshirt...))
<Jean> I'm just sorry you got stuck with me. ::looks at
Warren and puts more effort into holding the bag:: ((If you're
gonna do it.))
<Peter> ::continues helping out:: Well, you don't come off
as that to me ::Grins:: You aren't as tough as you think you are
Ororo Munroe... ::laughs slightly, lifting the weight himself and
putting it on the rack::
<Warren> ::wearing karate pants and no shirt:: You can't
always rely on your powers to get you out of the situations we
throw ourselves into regularly. ::spreads his wings::
<Bobby> ::nods:: Yeah, I'm not a big fan of running either.
::smiles at Sydney::
<Scott> Hmm.. hold on a second, I'll be right back..
::heads back inside::
<Jean> ::blinks, catching herself staring for a minute and
then looks back at the bag:: I know. It's not like I never work
out, just never really do it this often. ::she has her hair up in
ponytail bun, in adidas shorts and a sports bra::
<Ororo> Pfft. I can be as tough as your steel skin if I
wanna. ::glances up to him:: As long as noone pisses me off,
we're cool. What Rogue did on that mission wasn't cool, but
Xavier kinda explained it to me. So it's all good. ::goes to lift
the weighs again:: You realize you don't have to totally help me
lift this off, right?
<Sydney> Well, if we're going to start, might as well do it
now. ::Starts to walk.::
<Peter> Well... I don't really know what sort of lifting
you are capable of... And I don't want you to get hurt...
<Jason> :::Scratchs the side of his head, looking to
Rogue::: You have any idea what put this crazy scheme into his
head?
<Rogue> ::squints, scuffing one foot on the ground:: None
at all...
<Scott> ::walks to a closet and goes through it::
((Could've sworn we had some shoes for the new members
somewhere)))
<Bobby> ::walks beside Sydney:: Yup... ::looks around::
So... nice weather, huh?
<Warren> ::lifts himself off of the ground a few inches and
continues his routine on the bag while holding himself aloft::
<Jean> ((Oh my...)) ::watches him lift up and looks away::
((..too much eye candy..though that does put the fun into this
crap))
<Voltage> ::Works out on a butterfly machine, sitting in an
upright position and pushing forward on the bars, before
releasing the pressure and repeating::
<Ororo> Awww.. ::smirks a little, and lifts again:: This
shit's pretty heavy, Pete!
<Sydney> True, very true. ::Starts to speed walk.::
<Scott> Ahh! ::grabs a few boxes..:: ((Not sure what
size..)) ::walks back out to the others, a few boxes of tennis
shoes in hand:: Alright, find a size that fits. ::To both Jason
and Rogue::
<Bobby> ::starts ti walk a bit faster to keep up:: Um,
yeah, hehe. It's all... nice and stuff.
<Jean> ((I need water..)) ::swallows hard and looks down at
the ground:: ((Always loved how Warren never says all that
much..think of osmething..))
<Peter> ::barely touches the bar, just guides it:: Comeon
Ro... Push, push harder! ::tries pulling the bar up ever so
slightly to help her a bit::
<Sydney> I like the fresh air, mostly. ::smiles:: I wish we
didn't have to work out like this.
<Jason> :::Goes about stretching, shaking his head::: I
haven't had to run since high school. I die, I want you to avenge
me.
<Ororo> Blah. ::grits her teeth and lifts it up onto the
bar again:: Jeebus cripes, maybe I do need to work out
more..::pants a bit::
<Rogue> ::grumbles and sits down to rummage through the
boxes:: ((These are gonna look retarded...)) ::unlaces her boots
and tries on a couple tennis shoes until she finds a pair that
fits and wiggles her toes around in them:: ..Ah feel short..
<Jean> ((Bad one but all I can think of..)) So War..::looks
back up at him and grins, then shakes her head:: Uhm..how's your
company doing and stuff?
<Peter> ::grins, as the bar is placed onto the rack,
leaning atop it staring down at Ro's eyes:: You did well
::Grins::
<Scott> you two squared away with shoes? ::sets his watch
for 15 minutes::
<Warren> Better, I suppose. Can we not talk about it right
now?
<Jason> :::Straightens up, hearing his back pop::: Ready as
I'll ever be. You know you're outta my will, right?
<Ororo> ::sits up:: You're such a bad liar Petey.
::snickers a little, and stands up:: What've we gotta do now? I
can do the whole agility thing, but I dunno about all this upper
body strength and all.
<Sydney> ::Smiles as she walks.:: It's not as if I don't
like spending time with you Bobby, it's just... the powers thing.
<Rogue> ::ties the laces of her boots together and sets
them beside the lawn chair, rocking around in her shoes a little
and muttering:: ((Ah didn't think Ah was this much shorter
without those damn things...))
<Jean> Yeah, sorry. I didn't think you'd want to talk about
it, but I'm not great with small talk. ::shrugs and looks back
down:: ((Back to silence I guess..hate trying to read the men in
this house))
<Scott> ::smirks:: I get that a lot.. ::starts to jog in
place, motioning for them to go ahead::
<Scott> <<you don't have to read them.. just their
mind =P>>
<Jason> :::Gives a last roll of his eyes, then begins
jogging::: I am in shape! Round is a shape!
<Rogue> ::dubious look at the direction Scott motions:: ...
::halfheartedly walks after Jason::
<Peter> Well... It's up to you... I'm going to do my
workout later, so right now I suppose I am your very own personal
trainer... You can choose to continue working out, or we can go
for a little jog... ::Crosses his arms::
<Bobby> ::blinks:: The powers thing? ((Oh great, she thinks
I'm a freak...))
<Ororo> You know, I like the sound of that.. ::wipes her
forehead with the back of her hand::
<Warren> I can't really focus on the bag. I'm not in the
right place for it. Is there something you'd like to do or should
we just call it day, Jean? ::lowers to the ground and folds his
wings::
<Peter> ::Arches a brow:: Which part? ::laughs:: The jog?
or working out?
<Sydney> ::Quietly.:: I wish the professor would help me
work on mine more.
<Jean> Yeah, sorry about that. I'm not good at small talk,
and uh..I don't know. Been awhile since I was actually in here
::Looks around and then back at him and shrugs::
<Ororo> The personal trainer, and the jog, I guess. ::walks
over to some of the balancing bars, and flips around one for a
moment, landing on her feet::
<Jason> :::Keeps up with the jogging, trying to focus his
mind elsewhere, begins whistling the theme from Rocky:::
<Peter> ::nods:: Alright, I'll go get a couple bottles of
water, and you can meet me in the front in 10 minutes..
<Ororo> A'ight. I'll miss you while you're gone. ::grins
slyly, in an almost mockingly way:: ((That sounded so corny.))
<Bobby> Oh, I see. ::thinks for a moment:: Maybe you should
talk to him aboout it Syd?
<Warren> ::grabs his water bottle, near the wall on the
floor next to his towel and shirt, takes a drink::
<Scott> ::drops back to Rogue, turns around and starts to
jog backwards:: c'mon, pick it up, soldier. ::smirks at her::
<Rogue> ::walking, hands shoved in her pockets:: Ah said,
Ah'll walk however far y'all jog... but Ah'm not really up for
the running stuff.
<Bobby> ::walking besides Sydney:: Whew... so, this is far
enough, should we turn around and head back now?
<Sydney> I think so, let's turn back.
<Scott> Why not?
<Rogue> Ah don't like running. ::stubborn look::
<Bobby> Ok. ::stops, then turns around:: So, whatcha got
planned for the rest of the day, Syd?
<Peter> ::walks up the stairs towards the second floor::
<Jarrett> ::lays down in the grass outside, having avoided
the mid afternoon jog::
<Scott> It'll get your endurance up for the field, what if
you gotta go running after someone, but can't 'cause you feel
like your lungs are about to explode?
<Rogue> Ah'm not going runnin' after anybody. Ah thought we
kinda... covered that Ah'm not really cut out for the 'field'
stuff?
<Sydney> I'm really not too sure. I hope nothing soapish
happen today, however.
<Jean> Hey Peter ::comes down the stairs past him..having
showered and changed into a blue polo and jeans. She waves to
him::
<Scott> What if we really really need you, would you just
leave us high and dry?
<Peter> Hello Jean. ::returns the wave, continuing up the
stairs, and heading down the hallway towards his room::
<Bobby> Does that mean you're not going to get a shower
after the exercise then? ::chuckles:: No, I know what you mean,
we've definitely had enough drama for now.
<Rogue> Y'all don't need me... ::darker expression:: What'm
Ah gonna do, touch someone t'death? ::stares at the ground::
<Jean> ::looks back towards him and shrugs as she continues
down the stairs:: ((Happy him and Ro worked things out..but swear
he hates me or something))
<Jarrett> ::rolls forwards and jumps up and starts to dust
himself off::
<Peter> ::enters his room, pushing the door closed behind
him:: ((A swim should be relaxing enough..)) ::opens his bottom
drawer and searches through his clothes, to pull out his swim
trunks, stripping and putting them on::
<Sydney> Hopefully, the Doctor might have something for us
to do. Note the word, hope.
<Scott> You don't only need powers to be
"useful." Hell only relying on your powers is pretty
dumb, that's why we came up with this whole fitness thing.. We're
trying to get everyone in shape, and we're eventually going to
teach you guys some hand to hand stuff.
<Rogue> Ah can't even do hand to hand... you think Ah'm
gonna risk touchin' someone?
<Peter> ::tosses his sweaty workout clothes, minus the
wifebeater, into the dirty clothes hamper, afterwards grabbing a
clean towel from another drawer and walking out of his room,
heading back downstairs::
<Bobby> ::nods:: Yeah, I hope so too. Been pretty boring
around the mansion lately... uh, present company excepted, of
course hehe.
<Jean> ::moves to the living room and plops down on the
couch grabbing her textbook from the table and opening it to
read:: ((Warren ditched me from some chick on his cellphone...may
want some distance from Scott..but I have no idea what I was
thinking in picking Warren over him))
<Sydney> Lair! ::Laughs as they get closer to the
manison.::
<Jarrett> ::looks up to Sydney and Bobby approaching the
mansion:: How was the mid afternoon stoll?
<Scott> ::thoughtful look on his face:: hmm.. you gotta
point there. Regardless, you never know what could happen.
<Rogue> ::rolls her eyes, looking a little upset:: Fine.
::starts jogging, head down::
<Peter> ::gets to the bottom of the stairs, noticing Jean
in the living room:: Going swimming... If you want to join me,
I'll be there for a while.. ::doesn't wait for a reply, just
continues on his way towards the backyard::
<Bobby> ::waves to Jarrett:: Oh, it was alright. A little
more exciting than knitting for fun and profit. How was your day,
ya big lollygagger?
<Jarrett> Nice and relaxing ::nods:: cant let you be the
only lazy one my friend
<Jean> ::looks up and towards Peter and arches an eyebrow
as she exits the room:: ((Was that Peter being nice or peter
wanting to talk to me..he's so hard to read sometimes))
<Scott> Nice day, eh?
<Rogue> ::low tone:: Ah guess... ((Way to be a jerk
Marie... he's tryin' to be nice...)) ::jog jog jog::
<Sydney> ::Nods to Jarrett as she stops walking and
walk/jogs in place.::
<Peter> ::opens up the back door and walks out, heading
towards the pool::
<Jarrett> ::smirks:: you look energetic today Sydney,
always a good thing, everyone cant be lazy
<Jean> ((Well now you haev to go and find out..)) ::shrugs
and snaps her book shut, she puts it back on the table and walks
towards the back..not going to change yet::
<Scott> You been back here before? To this part of the
mansion?
<Rogue> ..what, this trail thing? nah...
<Scott> Been to the lake?
<Rogue> There's a lake? ::blank look::
<Bobby> ::stops as well, wiping his brow:: Whew! That was
enough exercise for me today. ::leans on Sydney for a bit,
standing next to her with his head on her shoulder:: Ahh, that's
better. Rest now, me tired.
<Peter> ::tosses his towel onto one of the chairs, and
takes off his wife-beater, placing it next to the towel:: ((Nice
day out indeed...)) ::walks over to the edge of the pool and
dives in::
<Sydney> Where's not even near the manison! ::giggles,
supporting bobby.::
<Jean> ::sticks her hands in her pockets and moves out the
backdoor and watches Peter waiting for him to surface:: ((Damn Ro
picked a good one..))
<Scott> Yep. Didn't see it on your way in?
<Peter> ::swims under the water, until he reaches the other
side of the pool to come up for air, his back towards Jean, hence
unaware of her presence::
<Rogue> No... guess Ah haven't..
<Bobby> ::moves his head up slightly to look around:: Huh?
We're not? Eep! ::buries his head back in Syd's shoulder::
<Jean> ((Never was good at dong this without scaring the
person..)) hey Peter..::tries to say softly::
<Scott> C'mon. ::heads towards the forest:: We can stop
jogging whenever you want.
<Jarrett> ::smirks and turns and starts walking towards the
mansion:: perhaps you should get yourself some water, you might
get heat exaustion
<Peter> ::turns around:: ((Guess she took me up on my
offer..)) ::looks at her still dressed:: ((Or not?)) Hey Jean...
not coming in?
<Rogue> ::follows at a jog, not having broken a sweat yet::
((Guess we haven't come that far... an' he'll just bug me again
if Ah stop now..))
<Jean> Oh uhm..I don't know ::shrugs and looks at him::
Didn't really know..((oh just be blunt..you always are)) what you
meant by the offer.
<Scott> ..here we are.
<Peter> ::swims over towards her direction, standing up and
leaning against the side of the pool when he reaches the side::
...what do you mean? ::arches a brow:: I meant I was going
swimming, and thought you might want to join me.. ::half-smiles::
<Sydney> Come on solider, let's get you home. ::laughs and
walks down the street, supporting him.::
<Jean> I know..well kinda. Just..I thought it was either
you being just nice because you saw I was alone, because you've
been rather cool towards me lately. So, I also didn't know if it
meant you wanted to talk or something. ::nods to him and sits
herself down in a patio chair facing him::
<Jarrett> ::enters the mansion and looks around:: well,
where are the people of the household, wonder if anyones left in
<Rogue> ::stops, looking out at the lake:: Huh... it's
kinda big... didn't realize the trees hid so much, Ah guess
::half smile... not even breathing hard::
<Bobby> ::straightens up a bit and walks along side of
Sydney, his arm around her:: hehe ok, I think I'll survive.
<Peter> ::runs his hands through his hair, trying to slick
it back:: You read into things too much... ::smirks::
<Jean> I don't think so. I'm pretty good at knowing what
people are feeling towards me and all. It felt like you were
annoyed or uspet at me.
<Sydney> Good, we wouldn't want you die from dehydration,
heaven forbid!
<Peter> ((...wow, how ironic)) ::rolls his eyes:: Right...
well, the water is pretty nice... you should come in.
<Scott> You'd be surprised.... ::thoughful look::
<Bobby> Wouldn't that be ironic? ::chuckles::
<Jarrett> ::heads into the kitchen and grabs a cookie,
mmmm, cookie::
<Sydney> No, ironic is you freezing to death in the middle
of antarica. ::laughs.::
<Scott> We hang out here a lot usually when it gets
warmer.. ::shrugs::
<Rogue> ::trudges closer to the edge of the water, walking
out on the dock:: ((God... their own private lake...))
<Jean> ::sighs and shakes her head:: Like now..anyways.
I'll leave you alone, Peter :: a frustrated and annoyed hint to
her voice as she turns to go back in::
<Bobby> ::laughs too:: Yeah, that would be pretty bad huh?
<Jarrett> ::starts getting out fixings for a sandwich and
opens the knife drawer and reaches in for a knife without looking
while preparing the meats::
<Peter> Suit yourself.. ::shrugs and dives back under the
water:: ((For someone who can read other people's minds, she's
not too good at figuring out why it is I avoid her...)) ::swims
the length of the pool under the water;:
<Jean> ::crosses her arms and mutters under her breath::
jerk..((Try to talk to the ass and he just..god..beginning to
hate men all together)) ::moves back inside the mansion and
sighs::
<Sydney> ::Reaches the manison.:: Home!
<Jarrett> ::starts to cut up the fixings with the knife he
convinently got from the drawer::
<Rogue> ::crouches down at the end of the dock to look into
the water:: ... think Ah saw a fish!
<Bobby> ::drops to his knees:: Praise Jesus! ::kisses the
ground, then wipes his mouth:: ...eww.
<Scott> ::smiles, as he watches her, then looks out onto
the lake::
<Jean> ::moves back to the couch..lays down and looks up at
the ceiling:: ((Men in the house could drive you to be a
lesbian..))
<Jarrett> ::wanders into the living room with his
sandwich:: Hello Jean, you dont look too well, something the
matter?
<Jean> I'll be fine, thanks for asking. ::looks over to
Jarrett with a half smile and then back up at the cieling::
<Rogue> ::stands up, brushing at her jeans reflexively::
...Ah guess you wanna keep jogging for the rest of the time,
huh..
<Jarrett> Aww come on, you can tell me, Im sure i can help
<Sydney> ::Walks into the manison.::
<Peter> ::grabs hold of the ladder and climbs out, heading
over towards the chair and grabbing his towel, laying it out on
the chair:: ((Starting to tan now would be a jump start on the
summer... )) ::sits down on the chair, lying down flat on his
back, with his eyes closed, catching the rays::
<Jean> Said I was fine ::nods and looks at him again::
<Scott> Nah it's cool.
<Jarrett> Alright, but if you do wish to say something, you
know where I live
<Rogue> ..Was that fifteen minutes? ::confused look back
the way they came::
<Scott> yeah
<Bobby> ::gets up and enters the mansion too:: ((Hmm, that
was stupid of me... and tasteless, literally. Need something to
drink to wash out my mouth, blech!)) Thirsty Syd? Can I get you
something? ::goes for the kitchen::
<Rogue> ::suspicious look:: Okay... ::tugs at her gloves
absently::
<Jean> Thank you ::nods again and looks upa t the ceiling
again..seeing patterns in the texture:: ((Think that's a bear..))
<Sydney> Water?
<Jarrett> ::sits down silently in a chair and starts to eat
his sandwich::
<Bobby> 'k, comin' up! ::enters the kitchen, pulling out a
bottle of water and a soda:: ... ::stops, putting the soda back
and grabbing another water:: ((Should stop drinking so much crap,
maybe that'll help me out.)) ::leaves the kitchen, handing Sydney
a bottle, chilling it with his hand first:: Here ya go.
::smiles::
<Rogue> ...they really used to call you 'Slim', huh?
::cocks her head to the side, looking a little bemused::
<Jarrett> ((perhaps she could use some cheering up:: hmm,
would you like to see a magic trick? Its quite good ::smirks::
<Peter> ((Wonder where Ororo ran off to...)) ::yawns, and
continues to lie there on the chair::
<Sydney> ::Grins.:: Thanks, such a useful power.
<Scott> Yeah, yeah they did. Ro and.. Jean still do
sometimes.
<Bobby> Hehe yeah, my alternative career plan is to be a
bartender. I can see it now, my own bar, called 'On The Rocks.'
::grins::
<Jean> ((Oh lord..magic tricks)) Uhm..nah actually ::sits
up on the couch:: I think I'm gonna grab some food ::nods and
stands up and moves towards the kitchen::
<Sydney> You'd get more money that way... ::groans and
shakes her head.::
<Rogue> ::looks away, at his pause:: ((...somehow Ah don't
think she's talkin' to him lately..))
<Jarrett> ((alright, perhaps i cant cheer her up))
alright... ::goes back to silently eating his sandwich::
<Bobby> ::chills his own bottle, then opens it and drinks a
mouthful:: Hehe, sorry. That was a pretty bad one, I know.
<Scott> I used to be really skinny, when the Professor..
y'know.
<Rogue> ::nods:: Ah know.. ::taps her head with a finger::
<Jean> ((I hate it when I'm in that depressed, pissed at
the world mind set)) ::rolls her eyes and moves to open the
fridge..staring down at its contents::
<Sydney> ::Sits at a table, sighing.:: And life seems sane.
<Jean> ((Learned from the best..)) ::shakes her head at the
thought of scott and grabs a bottle of juice before moving
towards the cups to pour her some:: ((If mom were here I'd be in
mid "being in this type of mood does no good for the
situation, you just have to move on and fix what you don't
like". Haven't I heard that one a million times.)) ::after
pouring herself some she puts the juice back in the fridge::
<Rogue> ::rubs her forehead:: ...Ah'm really *really* sorry
about what happened the other night... ah talked to the professor
about it... it won't happen again, he gave me stuff to sleep...
<Peter> ::stands up, mostly dried off by now, and grabs his
wifebeater and towel, and tossing them over his shoulder, walking
back into the mansion, reaching the kitchen and leaning against
the frame of the door:: The idea of someone being able to read my
every thought and feeling scares me... There are things about my
life I don't share with people... ::glaring in Jean's direction,
not sure if she was aware or not of his arrival::
<Scott> ..What..? Oh you endin up in my bed? ::laughs::
It's cool.
<Rogue> ::flushes:: Ah swear Ah don't know what happened...
::shakes her head::
<Bobby> ::frowns as Syd sighs:: Yeah, I guess. ((What to
say...)) Hey, you ok? You look like you need a massage. Yes,
that's what you need, indeed! Hey look, I just rhymed, wish I did
it all the time! Ooh look, I did it again! ::snickers, then puts
his hands on Syd's shoulders, chilling them just a tad and
rubbing her shoulders a bit:: That doesn't hurt, does it?
<Sydney> No... feels nice. ::Smiles over her shoulder at
him.::
<Jean> ::blinks and turns towards the door. She sensed him
but only right as he was getting there. She gives him a serious
look in return:: I undersatnd that, hell it scares me sometimes.
But, I can promise you that I would never do anything like that.
The only time I've read someone's mind without their permission
and some serious reason was before I had the Professor's help in
controlling my power.
<Bobby> ::smiles back, still rubbing her shoulders:: Heh,
good. Maybe I've got another alternative career now.
<Sydney> Two of them. ::giggles:: Make mutant kind safer by
showing how useful we are.
<Peter> I have been pretty evasive lately because of my
relationship with Ororo.... I am sure everyone already knows, but
I guess when you are used to keeping secluded and to yourself
that the idea of someone with abilities like yours makes me
somewhat paranoid... ::continues, leaning against the frame of
the door::
<Bobby> Yeah, hehe. The Iceman's Massage Parlour and Bar!
Come on in fto get rubbed down and liquored up!
<Jean> ::Nods:: But, I promise you I never go where I'm not
wanted
<Rogue> ::absently picks up a small stone and tosses it out
into the lake:: ...
<Peter> Guess we are similar in that aspect... ;:smirks::
I'll speak with you later... I need to go wash this chlorine off
of my body... ::straightens himself up and turns around heading
towards the stairway::
<Jean> ::nods and blinks..still holding her juice and
noticing him leave:: ((Whoah yeah..)) ::shakes her head and takes
a sip of her juice, then smiles over the rim of the cup:: ((Thank
you, Peter..help restore some of my believe in men)) ::gulps down
the rest of her juice and puts the cup by the sink before moving
out of the kitchen::
<Peter> ::walks up the stairs, heading directly to the
bathroom::
<Rogue> ((must be hard not seein' color anymore...))
::stares out at the lake for a minute:: ...you okay with Warren
an' all, now?
<Scott> I haven't talked to him at all actually.
<Jean> ::walks and stops seeing Syd and Bobby:: Well, don't
you two look cozy. ::smirks::
<Peter> ::turns the shower on, and pulls down his swim
trunks, lying them atop the sink, then gets into the shower::
<Sydney> ::Blushes.:: UHm... we do?
<Jarrett> ::puts his plate on the table:: ((too...
comfortable... cant get up))
<Bobby> ::turns his head to Jean:: Oh, hi Jean, hehe.
::blushes slightly too::
<Jean> Yeah..would you two stop blushing. I didn't mean to
embarras you ::puts a hand on her hip::
<Bobby> <<It's a manification of the psychological
damage Ro's caused him! He feels very, very DIRTY!>>
<Rogue> Oh... ::slight frown:: ...how's your shoulder?
<Scott> It's fine, I've had worse.. but you probably know
that..
<Ororo> ::slips into the house from outside, as silent as
she's been in the old days, and glances around::
<Bobby> ::smiles:: Heh, ok. ::continues to rub Syd's
shoulders::
<Peter> ::scrub scrub, shampoo, conditioner, and body
wash;:
<Sydney> I bet you did. ::Grins at Jean.:: You doing okay?
<Rogue> ..::under her breath:: at least usually people who
call 'emselves your friends aren't the ones givin' them to you...
::looks away::
<Jean> Of course ::smiles and crosses her arms again:: I'm
always great
<Sydney> ((If you'd like to talk later, just ask.))
::Nods.:: That's good.
<Ororo> ::slips up the stairs, nearly a blur, still as
quiet as expected, and drops off a bag on her way towards the
men's dorm room::
<Jean> {{Thanks, Syd}} Yeah..how are you two? ::grins::
<Sydney> Just finshed the wonderful work out we've been
assingened.
<Bobby> ::nods:: Yep, it was hell, I tell ya. Would've been
lying on the street unconscious somewhere if not for Syd here,
hehe. ::grins::
<Ororo> ::inspects the men's bathroom door for a moment.
She then sniffs at the air, and brandishes a cleverly hidden
pick:: Mm-hmm.
<Sydney> Yep, I'm the shiznit according to some.
<Jean> ::laughs and shakes her head:: Yeah..Warren got some
girl on the phone and I got abandoned in the middle of mine
::rolls her eyes at the thought::
<Peter> ::starts rinsing off his body/hair to rid himself
of the soap and shampoo:: <<::mimics the herbal essance
moaning:: YES YESSSS YESS!!!!>>
<Ororo> ::devious expression becomes plastered across her
face as she notices the unlocked door. From her jacket, she holds
up a polariod camera, and slowly approaches the door::
((Mwahahaha.))
<Bobby> Yeah, for rizzle, Sizzle! ::chuckles, leaning down
and hugging Syd for a second::
<Scott> what was that, Rogue?
<Peter> ::shuts the water off on the shower, and walks out
of the shower, reaching to the rack for his towel:: ((That was
refreshing...))
<Jean> ((aww..they're so cute)) ::smiles at them::
<Ororo> ::pauses for a moment, considering:: ((What if it's
that sick little freak, Drake? Oh what the hell, he'd probably
pee on himself of embarassment.)) ::with a mock tone, she
hollars:: Dis is jour maid callink! ::kicks open the door, and
snaps away::
<Rogue> ::slightly forced smile:: Oh, Ah was just wonderin'
if Jean's apologized for tossin' you into the furniture.
<Peter> ::deer in headlights look at Ororo:: ....What are
you doing? ::covers himself up with the towel::
<Sydney> ::Hugs back.:: But Warren... with a girl? ::Mock
gapes.::
<Ororo> ::stops for a moment, and then bursts into
laughter:: I knew it! I knew it!
<Scott> Yeah she did. We're cool, I guess.. it's just
different.
<Jean> Yes..many at one time I would imagine ::shakes her
head and sticks out her tongue in that "gag me"
fashion::
<Scott> We used to hang out all the time.. and she hasn't
spoken more than 3 words to me outside of training simulations.
<Peter> ::arches a brow, tying the towel around his waist,
with a broad smirk:: Not like its something you haven't seen
before... ::blushes slightly:: Where were you? You disappeared
after the workout... ::starts walking down the hallway towards
his room::
<Jarrett> ::manages to pull himself up from the chair and
heads back into the kitchen::
<Rogue> ::studies her too-bright new tennis shoes:: ..
<Sydney> Geez... when you think you know a guy.
<Ororo> ::follows after him, and slips the polariod back
into her jacket pocket:: Just had a couple of errands to run..and
baby, I've still got it. ::smirks proudly::
<Sydney> ::giggles:: You know, I should get him a feather
boa for christmas.
<Jean> Whatcha mean? ::arches an eyebrow and looks towards
Syd::
<Bobby> ::snickers at Syd's suggestion::
<Jarrett> ::tosses the plate into the dishwasher and starts
pondering:: ((what should I do now... work? nawww))
<Sydney> We all saw that kiss.
<Peter> ::smirks, and pushes open the door to his room::
Hmmph, so that would mean this wasn't the first time you've
pulled something like this? ::grins, pulling off his towel and
throwing it into the dirty clothes hamper, reaching into his
drawer for a pair of boxers:: ((That should get her riled up..))
<Jean> I think it was a joke, mainly
<Ororo> Ehh..Oh that. Yeah, maybe. ::snickers mildly:: Nah,
just had to make sure I'm not neglecting my other talents while
I'm here being a goodie good. ::sits down on the edge of his bed,
and tugs gently on the hem of her skirt::
<Sydney> I know it's a joke. The boa thing is a joke.
::smiles::
<Bobby> Hehe and people think I'm the funny one around
here? ::smiles at Syd::
<Peter> ::pushes the door closed after her, so random
passerbyers dont get a face full of naked piotr:: You know, you
did well this morning... ::walks over to his closet and pulls the
door open, looking inside for some clothes to wear::
<Scott> You wanna head back?
<Rogue> ::shrugs a little:: sure...
<Sydney> I'm more subtle about it.
<Ororo> If you say so. ::squints her eyes as she inspects
his closet from the distance:: Sport the wifebeater and those
cargos I got you. ::calls, suggestively::
<Bobby> True, but you've still got a great sense of humour
babe. ::blinks:: ((...did I just call her babe?))
<Sydney> It's kinda of a sick sense humor. ::Blushes.::
<Peter> ::pulls out the pair of cargopants, and walks over
towards his dresser to get the wifebeater:: Sure thing...
<Bobby> It's still funny though, hehe. ((Play it cool!
Don't sweat it! You're the frickin' Iceman! Think cool
thoughts!)) ::grins nervously:: Hehe... ahem.
<Jean> ::says to Syd:: {{You two are too cute for words..}}
Just hope I never fall a victim to it
>>SIM END<<