THE XAVIER INSTITUTE OF HIGHER LEARNING

Mission Log #5

>>AT ATTENTION<<
<Ororo> @@
<Jean> @@
<Ethan> @@
<Piotr> @@
<Sydney> @@
<Shadowfox> @@
<Rogue> @@
<Bobby> @@
<Tsunami> @@
SIM BRIEF> The X-Men were enjoying a "normal" day at the mansion when Rogue and Quicksilver arrived unannounced at the mansion. Meanwhile, Magneto, upon hearing the news that Pietro and Rogue left to see Xavier decided to move up his plans against the US up. On a side note.. Angel was called out of the country to attend to some business with his company.. and Pietro was moved to an undisclosed location for his safety.
<Scott> any questions?
<Piotr> nope
<Jean> nopers
<Shadowfox> Negatory
<Rogue> Angel was ever written in?
<Bobby> no
<Scott> first sim.
<Sydney> Mostly cuz Neto wants revenge form Charles because of his cold feet. :)
<Rogue> Ohh. none then
<Ororo> Nada
>>SIM START<<
SCENE> THE XAVIER MANSION, IT'S A BRISK FALL DAY.. ALL SEEMS TO BE WELL, EXCEPT THOSE OF THE X-MEN THAT ARE RUNNING AROUND FRANTICALLY TRYING TO STATEGIZE WHAT TO DO, AND SEARCH FOR ANY INFORMATION AND POSSIBLE LOCATIONS OF MAGNETO'S INTENDED ATTACK.
<Scott> ..::sits at a console in the War Room.. setting search parameters on the computer for anything out of the norm in the country:: This would be so much easier if he didn't know how to shield them from Cerebro.
<Ororo> ::paces back and forth:: So uh, what're we supposed to be doing again? ::stops in mid-stride::
<Jean> ::rolls her head back on her shoulders to stretch..sitting indian style in a chair infront of another console..then pushes her glasses up to rub her nose:: ((This is impossible..))
<Ethan> ::Sits on the couch, watching a D-Backs game, a scowl on his face both at the situation and the television, as he waits for the others to figure out their course of action::
<Piotr> ::is outside in the front yard of the mansion raking leaves:: ((Someone needs to do the dirty work...)) ::pauses for a moment adjusting his cap on his head::
<Scott> Find anything yet, Jean?
<Ororo> ((Well, that's a good answer.)) ::leans over Jean's shoulder, peering at the monitor:: It's blank.
<Rogue> ::huddled on the bed crosslegged, in the room she was put in, which she's hardly ventured out of:: ...
<Tsunami> ::walks into the lounge and takes a seat on some random chair, he glances at the TV for moment::
<Shadowfox> :::Looks like he's reading a file, when he's really got a comic book there, snickering::
<Jean> ::blinks at Scott and then looks over her shoulder at Ro..giving her a slight look after letting her glasses drop down:: Yeah b/c I just left a program ::opens another and shakes her head, smiling a bit:: ((Can't take my mood out on, Ro)) ::then looks to Scott;: Of course not
<Bobby> ::sits on his bed, half-heartedly flipping through some of his text books::
<Scott> Hey Ororo, could you flip through some of the news channels and see if there's anything suspicious on the news?
<Ororo> Oh. Huh. ::wrinkles her nose:: I don't pretend to know jackshit about computers. ::sideways glance at Scott:: Well, I could, but Sparky up there is hogging the tv.
<Rogue> ::rests her chin on her knees:: ((This place is creepy...)) ::listening to the sound of old water-pipes creaking in the ceiling and walls::
<Piotr> ::finishes his raking duties and enters the garage, putting away the rake and walking towards the inside::
<Jean> ::looks towards her:: Well..use some of that authrority I know you love ::smiles a bit:: tell him to move it or lose it
<Sydney> ::Sits at the kitchen, listing to news radio.::
<Shadowfox> :::Without looking up from his comic::: So Eth, what's the score?
<Scott> those monitors... ::points to the monitors on the wall to the left of him:: have cable.
<Jean> ..Scott just doesn't know how to let anyone have fun ::nods to Ro and then rubs a shoulder as she looks back to her monitor::
<Ororo> As long as I don't get yelled about it later. ::casts a sly wink as she slips out of the Ready Room:: ((Wonder where Petey is, anyways.)) ::turns around halfway down the hall, and sticks her head back in:: You could've said something earlier.. ::glares at him a moment::
<Scott> The remote should be on that desk. ::points to the desk nearby the panel::
<Ethan> ::takes a sip of his soda, frowning:: ((Damn, I could actually be at the game..and instead, I'm sitting around waiting to launch a mission against a megalomaniacal dictator...No, my life's not too complicated..)) Tied at nothing, in the 6th. Randy's pitching good, but he's not getting any offense..
<Ororo> ::moves over to the remote, and flips it on:: Let's see.. No..::flips:: No..::flips:: No..
<Piotr> ::gets inside and hangs his coat in the closet, with his cap tucked into one of the sleeves:: ((I wonder if there has been any new information found...)) ::pauses for a bit and then starts walking towards the war room::
<Shadowfox> We looking at another long game? :::Picks up his soda, taking a sip:::
<Ethan> Depends. The D-Backs get a run and it's as good as over. Randy's got 11 Ks already, as is..they can't touch him..heh..::Scratches his head::
<Jean> ((God..I feel so useless..wonder if bashing my head against the monitor would be more productive)) ::sighs while typing a few things in::
<Sydney> ::Sighs softly, sitting up from the table.::
<Rogue> ::slides off the bed, standing up and padding toward the window, leaning her arms and forehead against the smudged glass:: ... ((They have a pool in their yard...))
<Scott> ::starts to look a bit frustrated:: This sitting around and waiting is starting to work my nerves.
<Ororo> How come we're the only ones doing this, anyways? Shit. Can't we just go look for some freak with a fishbowl on his head and kick his ass.? ::rolls her eyes as she continues to flip through the channels::
<Piotr> ::enters the war room glaring at the pair:: Has anything new come up?
<Jean> ::looks towards him and pushes up her glasses to rub her eye:: You're not the only one..I'm tired of sitting..you want some milk or something? ::looks towards Ro as she comments and smiles a bit::
<Sydney> ::Fiddles with the radio, trying to find something intresting to listen to.::
<Scott> ..What did poor Mysterio ever do to us?
<Ororo> ..Who? Hey Petey. ::sits up and smiles at him, despite her pissy mood::
<Scott> ::smiles slightly:: Nah, I'm fine.
<Scott> Y'know. that famous magician dude.
<Ethan> ::Cracks a smirk, slightly:: Now here we go..::Watches the game:: That's what I wanna see..guys on with Gonzo up at the plate..Still, though..you have to wonder..you think some baseball players have mutant abilities? I mean, I hear they're thinking of forcing DNA tests, just like blood tests, now..
<Shadowfox> :::Nods, flipping the page of the comic::: Eh, he's got what it takes. Now, can he find the right time to use it?
<Jean> Sure? ::starts to stand up and moves towards the exit:: You want anything, Ro?
<Scott> ::looks back at Piotr:: Sup Pete.
<Ororo> Nope. No clue who that is. You watch too much television, Summers. ::glances up:: I'm cool, Jean. Thanks though.
<Shadowfox> :::Shakes his head, taking a sip of his soda::: As if we don't hear enough about star players being dope heads or pill poppers.
<Piotr> ::smiles slightly:: Hello Everyone... ::walks over taking a seat beside Ororo::
<Rogue> ::flips the latch on the bedroom window and cranks it up carefully, wincing at the loud squeak::
<Jean> Allright ..you, Piotr?
<Bobby> Bah, this sucks. ::closes his book, tossing it on the bed and getting up:: Let's see what everyone else is up to... ::heads for the kitchen::
<Sydney> ::Sighs.:: One would think music would be better.
<Ethan> Yeah..honestly, I was gonna see if I could maybe..y'know..get a tryout with them, next Spring, but..the whole mutant thing's kinda put a kibbosh on that, I guess..::Shrugs::
<Ororo> ::rests her arm on his shoulder and hands him the remote with the other:: Here, you can flip channels for me. I hate tv anyways. ::casts a dirty look towards the monitor::
<Rogue> ::sits in the windowsill, sighing quietly in the fresh air::
<Sydney> At the very least... the Backstreet Boys are gone.
ACTION> ONE OF THE MONITORS SET TO SOME NEWS CHANNEL STARTS TO TALK ABOUT SOME WEIRD GOINGS ON IN THE WHITE HOUSE
<Piotr> I was taking care of chores in order to do my share around here... ;:smirks at Ororo and then pauses staring at the TV::
<Jean> ::blinks and looks up at the monitor:: Turn it up
<Shadowfox> :::Shrugs::: You know how it is. If we're even slightly better than they are, they're in an uproar about it. Makes you wonder if Hitler's alive, well, and working behind the scenes.
<Piotr> ::hits a button on the remote and turns the volume up on the tv:: ((interesting...))
<Ethan> ::Shrugs, slightly:: Who the F*ck said we're better? We just have some other abilities they don't have.
<Trish Tilby>... recently some information has been brought my attention. One of my sources in the White House has told me that the Vice President is missing.
<Jean> ::arches and eyebrow, crosses her arms and turns towards Scott::
<Ororo> Hey. Wuzzat? ::glances up towards the monitor as well::
<Scott> ..::raises an eyebrow over his glasses:: Hunh..
<Tilby> However, the White House vehemently denies any such allegations. White House Press Secretary Ari Fleischer holds that due to the increased terrorist threat.. Vice President Cheney has been moved to an undisclosed location to protect him.
<Shadowfox> :::Looks up from his comic for a moment::: Hence, they think we're better than them. Didn't you listen in history class? Just being even slightly different is a crime to people.
<Rogue> ::frowns down at the sheer wall beneath the window:: ((Ah wish Ah could get to the roof from here...))
<Ororo> Think that's the dude? ::turns towards Scott::
<Scott> ..::..gaping a little bit:: would he do something that.. stupid?
<Ethan> ::raises an eyebrow:: I know that..I was just saying my views on it. And for the record, I'm getting As in every one of the classes I'm taking right now, so yeah, I'd say I've been listening. ::Shrugs, slightly::
<Tilby> We will be sure to bring you more information on this situation as it develops.
<Jean> Well..even if it isn't him..don't we have to check it out?
<Piotr> For the vice president to be in hiding would there not have to have been some sort of threat made that would endanger his and the President's lives? This is indeed strange...
<Ororo> You said it Petey. ::frowns::
<Shadowfox> :::Nods::: Hey, no offense. Just, I find the whole situation sickening. I thought they got rid of discrimination in the 60s. :::Goes back to his comic:::
<Scott> ((Professor?))
<Piotr> ::stands up, turning to face Scott and Jean:: It could also be a decoy... Something which Magneto could have mustered, knowing that we would be jumping at the opportunity to "save the world", while he is off in another part of the United States executing his plan....
<Professor Xavier> {{I'm already looking into the situation, Scott}}
<Scott> ::nods his head, looks to the others:: ..You think the girl, Rogue, would know?
<Ethan> We're never gonna be rid of it, one way or another. S'human nature. We're a sorry bunch of bastards, like that. ::Shrugs and sips his soda::
<Jean> Well, it's worth asking, isn't it?
<Ororo> She didn't even seem to want to talk to anyone..You sure that's safe? ::shrugs her shoulders::
<Rogue> ((so quiet here... Ah guess Ah sorta got used to those stupid lizard things squealing all the time, back at Magneto's place...)) ::shivers and pulls her collar up around her neck:: ((Warmer, too..))
<Jean> She came to us..I would hope it's safe.
<Scott> Maybe if one person goes.. I think she would withdraw if we mobbed her.
<Ethan> So..what do you think about the two new people?
<Jean> Piotr's good with the women ::smiles::
<Shadowfox> :::Shrugs behind the file/comic::: I don't know, seem like a couple of wild cards. I'm not ready to trust them with my life, but I'm not gonna turn a cold shoulder to them.
<Piotr> Even if she did, do you think she would be willing to help? She's at the point we have all been at upon coming to a new place with strange people... ::fondly remembers his particular desperate situation where it was a matter of staying alive or being turned over to the sentinels...::
<Sydney> ::Moves to the fridge, listing to some music.:: I know some of you don't like this music... but it's better than nothing, isn't it?
<Scott> ..::moves his chair back and stands::
<Ethan> heh. I don't trust any of you, so they don't have to worry about feeling left out, on that, as far as I'm concerned.
<Piotr> I am not so sure that I would be comfortable with that... It would feel as though, for me at least, that I would be using her in order to extract information, and I don't think that is fair..
<Scott> It won't hurt to ask.
<Jean> Piotr..I was joking ::smiles at him and nods::
<Ororo> ::pats Piotr on the shoulder:: Maybe we could go talk to her together? She's probably a little intimidated by Cyke or something.
<Shadowfox> :::Looks up from the comic, slightly amused::: You don't trust me? What's not to trust about me? I'm such a lovable little schmuck.
<Jean> If Piotr's not comfortable with it..maybe it should just be you Ororo. I'll even go if you want someone to help, but I agree w/ Scott. We don't want to send too many people.
<Ethan> I just don't trust people..sue me.
<Piotr> ;:looks to ororo and smiles slightly:: While I think in the longrun that would work, I still don't feel right about it..
<Scott> We have no other options at the moment
<Sydney> ::Opens the fridge and takes out some milk.::
<Ororo> ::shrugs her shoulders:: I dunno man.
<Shadowfox> :::Doesn't let the smirk disappear::: I would, if I thought I could get some money out of it. :::Goes back to his comic::: I guess I can't entirely blame ya, I'm not one to easily trust someone.
<Bobby> ::enters the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge and hopping on the counter::
<Piotr> You are right Scott, this is too important a lead to pass up on... I will go if it is necessary...
<Jean> ::looks around:: So, who's going?
<Ororo> C'mon Ruskie. I can play bad guy and you can just be there to..be there. ::eye darts for a moment::
<Sydney> Uhm... Hi. ::Glances to Bobby, her voice very shy.::
<Jean> Ok, then ::nods to them::
<Bobby> ::waves to Sydney:: Hi there. ::smiles:: What's up?
<Ethan> It's funny, though..I mean, the hyper guy's like..being held somewhere for his own "protection", while the girl's just kinda..I dunno..she's here, somewhere, but I haven't seen her for a long time. I just wonder why the seperation thing..::Shrugs:: Sure that Chuck has a reason, but..
<Piotr> ::nods:: You know where we will be... ::walks out of the room heading upstairs towards the girls dormatory::
<Sydney> Not much... just... getting some milk? ::Looks a bit scared.::
<Ororo> ::follows after him:: ((That didn't go exactly right..)) ::frowns, out of eyesight, and continues along::
<Scott> ..::nervously taps on a nearby console..::
<Shadowfox> The Bald One moves in mysterious ways. :::Shrugs::: I don't try to figure out. At this point in my life, I've decided to just go with the flow and not get kicked in the ass again.
<Jean> ::takes her glasses off as they leave, puts them on the war room table..shakes her head and rubs her forehead::
<Bobby> ::smiles at Sydney:: Cool. So how are you liking it here so far... Sydney, right?
<Piotr> ::walks parallel to Ororo:: It is unfortunate that my first time to speak with the girl will be for a reason other than to extend welcome and good will...
<Ethan> ::nods, slightly, sipping his soda:: She seems just kinda..really withdrawn, though, at least as far as when we met them is concerned..I mean, kinda like Syd, but..not exactly..::Cracks a slight smile:: heh. Suppose I shouldn't be talking about being withdrawn, considering how I act, most of the time, though.
<Scott> ..::looks over at Jean.. though it can't be distinguished whether he's looking at her.. or just in that direction due to the visor::
<Sydney> ::Nods, pausing to think what she can say.:: Well.. it's okay. I like not having to have medication or shots.
<Jean> ::sighs and backs up against the table and shakes her head again:: I hate it when I get this stressed out..
<Ororo> Hey..We can do that too. I mean, there's bound to be a less obvious way of finding answers, without just straight up saying it? Not that I'm any good at that. ::smirks faintly, the expression dying away soonafter:: I can't even remember her name..Renee?
<Shadowfox> :::Chuckles behind his comic::: What did you expect? Some bubbly airhead who can't keep her mouth shut for two seconds? Personally, I find it a nice change of pace.
<Rogue> ::stares out the window, sitting sideways braced in it and leaning against the sill::
<Bobby> ::nods:: That's always a plus, I suppose. ::smiles::
<Scott> ::shrugs:: We all do.. but let's hope it calms down after this..
<Ethan> True..I don't think I could've taken having to deal with too many bubbly airhead's around here. It'd wind up being messy. I'd either blow their fucking brains out or my own, before a month's over..
<Scott> You're not having headaches, are you?
<Shadowfox> :::Laughs, putting down the file/comic::: Christ, never got to college. You'll end up wiping out half the population in a month.
<Piotr> Like I said I was never properly introduced, the only name I can go by is Rogue... Hopefully she will not be insulted.. ::looks down at his feet while walking, finally approaching the girls hallway::
<Jean> ::Nods:: ((uh..well was looking for a little more comfort than that)) ..No, not having any headahces, but close ::shrugs, grabbing her glasses and putting them in her jacket pocket:: Guess I'm gonna go get that drink or whatever I wanted ::stands up as she straightens her jeans and moves towards the exit::
<Ethan> Been there..didn't care much for the people.
<Sydney> H-how long have you been here?
<Ororo> There's the door, I think? ::points uncertainly down a ways::
<Scott> uh huh.. ::.. watches Jean as she walks away.. can't help but checks her out as she leaves::
<Shadowfox> :::Notices his mistake and quickly collects his reading material::: So, think the Mariners got a chance again this season?
<Piotr> There is only one way to find out.. ::knocks nonchalantly on Rogue's door::
<Rogue> ::startled slightly, reaches for the edge of the windowsill to steady herself for a moment, looking toward the door:: ...who's there? ::softly:: ((They probably knocked on someone else's door and it just sounded like mine...))
<Jean> ::shakes her head and sighs as she walks down the hallway with her arms crossed:: ((Wonder what happened to the Scott I used to know sometimes))
<Scott> ::sighs and shakes his head:: ((Why did it all get so weird all of a sudden..?))
<Bobby> ::hops off of the counter, finishing his drink and tossing the can in the recycling bin:: Hmm, good question. Just a couple of months, so not too long I guess.
<Piotr> ::jabs Ororo in the ribs for her to speak::
<Ororo> *ahem* ::shoots Piotr a dirty look for a moment:: It's Ororo..and Piotr.
<Rogue> ::scrambles out of the window:: wait, um.. don't come in! ::turns around, scanning the room until she locates her gloves on the floor half under the bed, with her socks, and dives for them::
<Ethan> Yeah..I'm still not sure why they weren't in the Series, in the first place.
<Jean> ((Oh yeah all the ppl sending him into crazy leader mode..don't think Scott's capable of handling more than a few ppl at a time..oh lord you're just stressing..get so damn judgemental when you're stressing)) ::shakes her head at herself:: {{You still not want anything, Scott?}}
<Piotr> ...::arches a brow::
<Shadowfox> :::Stands up, brushing his pants off::: Guess we'll see what happens this season. If you'll 'cuse me. :::Walks towards his quarters:::
<Rogue> ::tugs both gloves and socks on(to the proper appendages :P) hurriedly, then stands back up and backs toward the window again, uneasily:: ..okay?
<Ororo> ((What the hell is she doing there?)) ::looks back at Piotr:: Uh, okay. We'll be waiting then.
<Piotr> ::meets Ororo's glance halfway and returns it with a Shrug::
<Scott> ((I think I'll go up there and join you while waiting for Piotr and Ororo)) ::exits the War room::
<Rogue> no.. ::flustered:: Ah mean, it's okay... door's not locked... ::hesitantly starts toward it to open it herself::
<Jean> ::blinks and stops to wait for him:: ((Gotta learn how to take a chill pill sometimes)) ::drops her arms to her side and turns towards the direction he'll come from::
<Piotr> ::reaches for the door knob and opens it up for Ororo, waiting for her to walk through before him::
<Rogue> ::backs up again when they open the door after all:: ...somethin' wrong? ::wary look::
<Sydney> ::Nods slightly.:: Do you still talk to your family?
<Scott> ::walks towards Jean::
<Ororo> ::walks in carefully, forcing a faint smile:: No? We just figured we'd come see how you were doing. ((God I suck at lying.))
<Rogue> ::staring slightly at Ororo, although she tries to hide it, and fidgets:: Ah'm fine... ((Yeah, right... Ah been here two days..))
<Tsunami> ::watches the news on TV assuming it was left there...::
<Ororo> Could've fooled me. ::blurts out:: ((...Ooops.))
<Jean> Hey ::waits for him to catch up with where she is:: Sorry about being kinda..testy or whtaever back there..you know me when I'm stressing..want to yell at everyone and everything
<Bobby> ::shrugs a bit:: From time to time, not a lot really. ::looks a little uncomfortable, scratching behind his head:: Um... so, what do you do for fun?
<Scott> ::smiles slightly:: You already did.. ::taps his head::
<Rogue> ::shrinks back toward the window another step, feeling along the wall until she finds the sill to lean/sit against:: ...whaddya want?
<Piotr> ::sighs as he walks in:: I'm sorry, Rogue I am unable to lie... I have wanted to approach you and introduce myself before, however it's been slightly more awkward than I would have expected... The truth is theres some sort of crisis and the vice president has been kidnapped, with your previous knowledge of Magneto's operation, would this fit in at all with anything you knew about? ::sighs after ranting::
<Ororo> ((C'mon Ruskie.)) ::casts a blank look at Piotr's ranting::
<Sydney> ::Glances in the fridge.:: Do we have chocolate syurp? .... Mmmm...
<Rogue> ::looks away, rubbing her knee idly:: ..umm... he kinda talked about things like that a lot... ::shrugs, evasively::
<Jean> ::blinks:: What? ::arches an eyebrow and continues walking once he catches up:: Did Scott actually make a joke? oh wait..we're all alone..it's not a surprise, then ::smirks::
<Scott> hmm?
<Bobby> ::chuckles:: I like the way you think. Think we have some ice cream here too... ::checks in the freezer::
<Ethan> ::Stretches and stands, as the game goes to a commercial:: ((Somehow, Baseball doesn't seem as comforting as usual, with all this bullshit hanging over our heads..))
<Scott> ::thinks for a second:: Oh.. I'm sorry about that.
<Piotr> ::rubs the back of his neck:: Is there anything specific that he might have said? We are worried that this might be a decoy, or worse that it was simply a part of his plan...

<Scott> I'm not all that comfortable around them yet.. especially Ororo.. she kinda puts me on edge.
<Ororo> We're just in a bind, that's all. We won't narc you out or anything. Just trying to figure out what the hell's going on. I guess. This isn't exactly my ideal life. Oh yeah, and uh, welcome to Xavier's, I guess. ::snickers lightly::
<Sydney> ::Eyes light up.:: I haven't had ice cream in so long!
<Rogue> ..he probably planned it. ::quietly:: Ah think.. he wanted to know something they, um, the government knows... ::shrugs again:: ((Ah bet Ah know where they took him, too..))
<Jean> She does that on purpose b/c you're not comfortable and a bit stiff ::Looks over at him and laughs lightly::
<Bobby> ::pulls out a two litre of chocolate, chocolate-chip ice cream:: Woo-hoo!
<Ororo> ::glances around the room for a moment:: ((This room is so damn empty too. Kinda glad Baldy let me have the attic now.))
<Piotr> Of all people here we are probably the easiest to get a long with... ::looks to ororo and then to Rogue:: some of the others are kind of all strict and all up on the rules, while we like to have more fun than the average bear...
<Ororo> Yeah. Just don't piss me off. ::smirks, proudly:: I might even let you in on my booze stash one night.
<Piotr> ::nods;: Thank you for your help Rogue... It will probably save millions of lives...
<Rogue> ..bear? ::weird look, as if she isn't quite sure if he were making a joke or what:: ...::expression goes very still and a bit strained at Ororo's comment:: ...he would've gone to the other base, the one in the um... ::shakes her head, thinking:: Australia. Or somethin'... ..that all you wanted to know? ::turns away::
<Piotr> ::sideways glance and grin towards ororo:: Yeah... we get away with all sorts of things...
<Sydney> Where's the dishes? I'm not... sure where they're at?
<Ororo> Serious though, you should come hang out with us sometime. We don't even expect shit outta anyone. At least I don't. ::jabs Piotr:: Big sexymonger Ruskie on the other hand, I dunno.
<Piotr> ::looks to Rogue:: Do you need anything? Would you like to come with us downstairs? maybe get outta the room a bit, even go outside and get some fresh air...
<Bobby> ::frowns:: Hmm, I'm not sure... but we can improvise. ::grins and makes two sets of bowls and spoons from ice:: And hey, it'll keep the ice cream cold! ::chuckles, laying the bowls down on the table::
<Rogue> .. ::arms folded over her stomach:: ...just don't let him find out Ah told y'all this...
<Scott> I'm not stiff.. I just don't wanna see any of them get killed.
<Ororo> We won't. ::shrugs her shoulders::
<Piotr> You don't have to worry about that.... You can trust us...
<Sydney> Wow, that's useful. ::Picks up the spoon.::
<Jean> I'm talking outside of missions ::Nods:: You are sometimes ::smiles:: Like the first time I caught you drinking chocolate milk and you thought it was going to be embarrassing or something..and I walked in on your drinking it straight out of the carton and I scared you so bad you nearly drowned yourself in it ::grins::
<Scott> ..I have no recollection of said incident..
<Rogue> ::brief narrowed glance:: ((Trust y'all? Pff..)) ::gaze turns away again:: ..Ah'm fine up here. ((Safer if Ah don't get near any of 'em anyway... they don't know..))
<Piotr> ::motions with his head for Rogue to come with him and Ororo:: Come on, lets get outta here and We'll show you around the mansion..
<Jean> ::grins and turns slightly to poke him in the side:: Oh..would you like a mental replay?
<Ororo> Suit yourself. We'll be around if you need something. ::shrugs: ((Yeah, real good Baldified material there.)) ::shakes her head and walks out of the door::
<Bobby> ::scoops out a few scoops of ice cream into his bowl, then turns to Syd:: How many scoops you want?
<Scott> Nah, I think i'm fine
<Jean> Oh lord, Scott ::rolls her eyes:: Trying to havea little fun ::shakes her head and crosses her arms::
<Scott> I'm really preoccupied with the whole Magneto business.
<Sydney> ... three.
<Jean> Yes, but if you don't stop to laugh or just enjoy yourself for at least a second or two..you'll explode or something
<Piotr> ::shrugs:: Right... well If you need anything, just give us a "holler" ::comes out more like howler::
<Ororo> ::snickers faintly, after he's walked out:: You sounded like a dork.
<Piotr> ::leaves the room upon his last sentence and heads down the hallway, midway activating his comlink:: +com+ Scott, Rogue said something about Magneto having a base in Australia.... That's all she knew...
<Jean> ::sighs and stops ready to tell him something and then blinks..looking around where they are::
<Rogue> sure... ::stares out the window:: ((Ah shoulda figured that'd be what they were after... information.. Momma always said everyone's about the info...))
<Scott> ..+com+ That's all I need..
<Bobby> Heh ok. ::scoops out three scoops to Syd:: Now, where's that syrup?
<Piotr> ::looks to Ro:: Sorry, I tried my best...
<Jean> ::then looks towards his com badge:: Back to work I guess..and we passed the kitchen allready ::starts back::
<Scott> +com+ Alright people, get suited up.. we're heading for Australia.
>>SIM END<<