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Recovery and Omelets; May 19th, Early Morning - Open to All
Topic Started: Jun 8 2012, 12:16 PM (748 Views)
Pete Wisdom
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Pete tried to glare the coffeemaker into brewing faster, following the stream from his seat at the table through half-closed eyes. He rubbed at the stubble on his chin and rubbed the mug between his hands expectantly. Not much longer, at least. And he needed that first cup in a bad way. That was the plan, then. One cup here just to chase off the grogginess, then another to drink while he took a second mug back to his room to give Kitty. He imagined when she finally woke up she was going to need a shot of caffeine a lot more than he did, and the least he could do was bring her some. Hopefully she’d registered the message when he let her know he’d be coming back with some for her. Hard to tell the way she was mumbling into her pillow.

Reaching down, he pulled his socks back up, tightening them around his calves. The kept trying to crawl toward his ankles for some reason. This early he usually wandered into the kitchen barefoot, but he’d taken the time to put on everything except his jacket, tie and shoes. Lord, he’d had no idea how cold Kitty’s feet got at night. Seemed like the sort of think you ought to warn someone about.

Still… A momentary look of whimsy glossed over Pete’s face. Last night. That had really happened. He’d had a bit of trouble believing it was possible even after he woke up and found her in his bed. If it weren’t for that he might have chalked it up as an especially vivid and pleasant dream. There had been nice dreams. A lot of them. But the reality was leagues better.

The last few drops bubbled down into the pot and Pete pushed away from the table, eager to grab it up and pour himself that cup. About bloody time. He spared a moment to inhale the heady aroma of the brew. Xavier's kept some damn good blends, he'd give them that. Maybe if he was quick he could drain his mug, fill up again and be off before anyone else arrived.
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Uggh. Morning. Morning sucked. Morning came waaaay to early in the day.

Mass of blonde hair in artistic disarray, barefoot, and wearing a cut off t-shirt and...

Who's boxers were those, exactly?

Blearily, Ali peered down at the piece of clothing in question and decided she had no idea. Not hers. Bobby's? Warren's? She was pretty sure they weren't Scooter's. Not Hank's, or they'd be falling off. Logan's?

Screw it. Whatever. Didn't matter.

Coffee. Coffee mattered. Coffee mattered a lot.

Head was fine, stomach was ok, but brain needed coffee. Especially if she was gonna be expected to dress herself and do socializing...things...today. With people. Before lunch. The blonde waved that thought away for the moment, until she could remember exactly what kind of socializing things were going to be required, since any other day her brain wouldn't have normally engaged and even been awake before noon, unless something was being invaded or blowing up.

But up she was, dammit, and she was pretty sure she was headed in the right direction to make it to the room that had the coffee. Sure enough, Dazzler managed to stumble into the kitchen, eyes only half open and narrowly avoiding a collision with the counter. Yes! There was totally coffee here. It was calling to her like an awesome retro pop song.

And random guy with black hair, she noted, who wasn't calling to her really, but she lifted a hand in greeting regardless to whoever the heck he was. Not one've theirs. One've Kurts, she thought, but damned if she could remember who he might be just yet.

Was he wearing a suit? To breakfast?

Deciding she was not up to figuring that one out just yet, or maybe ever, Ali felt around the cupboard until she located the one with the mugs, managed to get one out without conking herself in the head with any of the others. That amazing feat of coordination accomplished, she stumbled her way over to the coffee pot, waiting on random-darkhaired-guy-in-suit to finish so she could take her turn.

"'Morning," she managed to mumble to him, leaning her hip against the counter as she waited. Maybe she'd just nap until he was done. Morning. Seriously. It needed to show up around 3pm.
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There was one thing that was the same for Pietro despite moving faster than nearly anyone alive and that was a need for caffeine to feel fully awake in the morning. Nothing was worse than moving at nearly mach one and not be coherent of your surroundings.

Another thing that was pointed out to him repeatedly by his teammates, wife, and sister over the years was he was a right bastard until he had the first cup of coffee in the morning. That thought in mind he whizzed through the halls as for him a leisurely pace, although some of the hungover guests that he nearly trampled might have disagreed.

As soon as he reached the kitchen the aroma assaulted him and his stomach growled. Standing by the pot was some guy who looked like he was halfway dressed for the ceremony.

Next to him making conversation was one Alison Blaire, the Dazzler, barely dressed in a half t-shirt and some guys boxers. Or he thought, perhaps, that was what she normally wore. It's not like he'd know.

Pietro paused momentarily, waiting for Ali to fill her mug before announcing, "Good morning." He then zipped to the cabinet, grasped a mug, zipped to the pot, filled his cup, downed it, filled it again, downed it yet again, then filled it a third time. He paused long enough to throw off, "Hope you don't mind," before zipping through the cabinets to find the supplies to start another pot.

He picked up his mug and as he zipped back out the door to head for the grounds to get some time to clear his head and let the caffeine do his work and called, "don't mind me, see you later."
Life at the Speed of Sound
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Layla yawned as she padded into the kitchen, dressed in a One Direction t-shirt, flannel sleep pants, and a pair of fuzzy slippers sporting stuffed bamf heads on their tops that she'd found in the attic while looking for wrapping paper. She'd had a busy night, despite not having gone to the party.

It was all important, though. And really, they'd thank her later.

Or...well, they wouldn't, probably. People hardly ever did. But they should, so that counted.

"'Morning," she mumbled, stepping back abruptly just before the blur that had to be Quicksilver whirred past. Continuing inside without missing a step, she headed for the cabinet to help herself to a mug.

"At least he made more coffee?" she observed as she sighed and leaned back against the counter, eyeing the room's other two inhabitants while she waited for the coffee to brew. Pete Wisdom of Excalibur, and Ali Blaire of the X-Men.

Cool. Not who she was waiting for, but still.

"Can I have an autograph?" she asked Ali hopefully. "Not now," she added, waving her hand. "Later. You'll have time after breakfast while you're waiting for the washer to finish."

If you've got a character who'll be 'ported to the 815 universe during the reception, please check out Layla's activities in ""Things We Kinda Know about 617 (Pre-Wedding Hijinks".
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Pete stifled a yawn as he groped for the coffeepot and filled his cup with the magical morning elixir. For once, he didn’t have to worry about the corrosive sludge MacTaggert kept trying to make them drink. It was a good thing he’d gotten here before she had a chance to show up and defile the coffeemaker with her favorite blend, which she’d probably taken along just to torment them with. This stuff, though, he knew had to be good. He couldn’t wait for that first sip to start warming his insides and kickstarting his sluggish brain.

A blonde Pete didn’t recognize stumbled into the kitchen as he was pouring, nearly pitching herself into the counter. Glancing over the tousled hair and mismatch of underclothes, he figured one of the lads must’ve dragged a member of last night’s entertainment back to his room. Not that surprising, given all the flirting Pete had seen on both sides during the party. She leaned a hip against the counter and mumbled tiredly at him.

If Pete had wandered directly into the kitchen from bed, his response would have probably been equally articulate. Since he’d already managed to throw on a few clothes and tell Kitty he’d be back in a bit with some coffee for her, he knew speech was something he could more or less manage. “’s morning, alright,” he said, putting the coffeepot back in its cradle. He tossed her a small salute with his cup. “Cheers.”

Next to the coffeepot he spotted one of those diner-style glass sugar dispensers and reached for it as he moved to give the new arrival room for a go at the coffee. Nice. Spared him the trouble of spooning it out. It was good to see at least one sign the place got a lot of traffic from its occupants.

He tipped the sugar over to sweeten his coffee when some strange talking blur rushed into the kitchen, grabbing to pot a hair after the stripper had finished with it, and proceeded to empty the entire thing in a blink. Cabinet doors opened and shut and the coffeemaker rattled as it was reset and put to brewing again. Pete barely caught the hurried, "don't mind me, see you later." Just like that, the blur was gone.

“What on earth was that?” Pete said, blinking from the doorway to the blonde in confusion. Then he felt something like… sand? falling on his fingers and looked down to see that he was still pouring sugar into his coffee. “Ah, bloody hell!” He upended the dispenser, but it was too late. A light foam of sweetness had formed around the edges of his cup, the contents having risen nearly to the brim. First cup of the day, ruined.

Or was it? He looked up at the blonde. “I will give you a thousand pounds if you let me drink that cuppa,” he said. Not that he had a thousand pounds on him. Or anywhere else for that matter, but maybe she was feeling generous. Or gullible.

Just then someone else wandered into the kitchen, greeting them was a mumbled, "'Morning," as she went to fetch herself a mug. She looked too young to be a student. Maybe she was one of the X-Men’s kids? He didn’t remember Kitty saying anything about that, but he did have a habit of tuning out most of the stories about them. "At least he made more coffee?" she said, apparently finding some consolation in that. Pete gave his cup a sour look, debating whether it was worth drinking anyway before deciding against it and dumping it out in the sink.

"Can I have an autograph?" she asked [the stripper] hopefully. "Not now," she added, waving her hand. "Later. You'll have time after breakfast while you're waiting for the washer to finish."

Pete gave his head a light shake in the hopes of clearing away some of the cobwebs. He was not awake enough to process whatever riddle the kid had just thrown out. “I don’t think that’s the sort of entertainer that’s known for giving autographs, little Miss,” Pete said. At least not without a few notes stuffed in a g-string and even then, not on a piece of paper. Maybe she didn’t know any better, though. That or she was one twisted kid, which, knowing this lot, seemed more likely.
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Deciding that, no, napping really didn't sound like such a bad thing, Ali leaned against the counter, letting her eyelids make their way downward again and waiting for guy-in-suit-at-breakfast to get his own coffee. Hopefully before she died of caffeine deficiency here. Or just curled up on the counter and went back to sleep.

Damn, that didn't sound like such a bad idea, either.

“’s morning, alright,” Suit guy agreed. Cute accent. Not like Moira's, though. She was awake enough to process that. English. Definitely Kurt's. Deal with it in a minute. “Cheers.”

Ali waved her mug at him absently and...nodded or...something, made some sort of random body movement, in acknowledgment, focused entirely on getting her coffee. Possibly just straight from the pot, without bothering with the mug. Really did need to ask Hankster about that coffee IV thing she needed invented. He could do that, right?

Until then, she was just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way. Cracking her eyes open enough to mostly see what she was doing, Ali poured a mug of the lifesaving liquid into her mug and had just gotten it to her lips when a fucking blur whoosed into the kitchen, wished them all Good morning, rattled through the cabinets, drank all the coffee, then whoosed out again. WTF?

She was so not nearly awake enough for this.

“What on earth was that?” English-suit-guy asked, and Ali's brow furrowed in exaggerated thought. Because thinking just now was fucking hard, thank you very much. Who did she know that was a blur? Did she know any blurs?

"Jean-Paul?" she ventured blearily. He could be...blur-y, except that didn't sound right, but he was the only possible blur-type person that came immediately to mind, and a very, awesomely cute one he was at that. So it was hard for him not to come to mind.

And, man, English-suit-guy was apparently into the sugar even more than Jubilee. Scary.

Or not, Ali decided, taking a life restoring gulp of her own coffee as he apparently noticed the problem of having a cup of sugar with a little coffee. Jeez, if he got rattled that easy, he probably wasn't gonna survive the wedding, maybe not even the morning. Hadn't Kurt prepped his people or something to deal with life in the mansion? Random shit happened. A lot.

“I will give you a thousand pounds if you let me drink that cuppa,” English guy told her and Ali's brows rose to her hairline as she clutched her coffee closer. No. Way. Her coffee and she'd defend it with her life.

"A thousand pounds of what?" she asked though, brows furrowing now. Again. Because that hadn't made any damned sense at all, not that that was unusual around here, either. She pushed herself up to sit on the counter. Hopefully safe from random, coffee stealing blurs and where she was within handy shielding distance if she needed to protect the new pot of coffee.

The kid - Layla? Lila? No, that was Cheney, must be Layla - from X-Factor wandered in and Ali managed a little wave for her, too, around her second sip - ok slurp, but whatever - of coffee. God. Better. she could almost feel her brain starting to fire up to something like normal levels.

"Can I have an autograph?" she asked Ali hopefully. "Not now," she added, waving her hand. "Later. You'll have time after breakfast while you're waiting for the washer to finish."

Oh, a fan. Cute! Cute slippers, too.

"Sure, kiddo, just-" Dazzler began, cutting off as the English sugar addict piped up with, “I don’t think that’s the sort of entertainer that’s known for giving autographs, little Miss,” And there her head went, all frown-like again. This kept up, he was gonna give her fucking wrinkles.

"Not a pop fan, huh?" she asked mildly enough, trying to figure out if he was maybe the Excalibur mentally challenged, PC mascot or something. Or maybe he'd had a hit to the head recently, and wasn't over it. Happened sometimes. Bishop'd once gone around for a week calling her Myrtle and talking to the wallpaper in the den after a few good smacks from Sabes.

"Do you think he knows he's not making any sense?" she asked Layla conversationally, taking another sip of her coffee and willing the next pot to brew faster. She was gonna need a hell'uva lot more if this was what she was gonna be dealing with all morning.
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One minute earlier. One minute earlier, and she'd have gotten coffee before Pietro drained the pot. Even knowing in advance that she'd have to wait didn't make the actual waiting any less frustrating. She was tired, and she had a lot of work to do today.

Including taking advantage of being here to get an autograph from Dazzler, herself. But that she could do while she was waiting, at least.

"Sure, kiddo, just-"

“I don’t think that’s the sort of entertainer that’s known for giving autographs, little Miss,”

The smile that had been forming on Layla's face gave way to a shocked look. Oh, come on. Even if Mr. Wisdom didn't like Dazzler's music, that was an awfully mean thing to say. Especially considering he'd just met her.

The next time Alex Summers accused her of being rude, she was going to mention this conversation.

Ms. Blaire didn't seem overly upset about the insult, at least. Or, given her tone, suspected Mr. Wisdom was just none to bright, which Layla wasn't sure was an inaccurate assessment. After all, he'd just poured his entire (full) cup of coffee down the drain.

She needed coffee. If he wasn't going to drink it, he could've at least offered it to her. She liked a lot of sugar.

"Do you think he knows he's not making any sense?" she asked Layla conversationally, taking another sip of her coffee and willing the next pot to brew faster.

"Probably not," Layla offered in the same tone as she boosted herself up onto the counter between Ali and the coffee maker to ensure she got the next cup before anyone could randomly decide to dispose of it. She wasn't sure the same could be said for Mr. Wisdom, and Ms. Blaire already had some. "Maybe waking up to find Ms. Pryde in his bed de-hinged his brain?"

There. Given how much abuse he was likely to get over that from his teammates, that almost evened the score. No one insulted her favorite singer and got away with it.
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The slight hangover and pleasantly sore muscles Betsy had felt upon waking could only be an indication that the previous night had been a good one. Dancing, body shots, utterly accidental (naturally) collection of the personal mobile numbers of some of their strippers, and of course the grand finale.

Warren was certainly no less an enjoyable guest in her bed when he was drunk.

It was due to his willingness the previous night to be her willing sex toy that Betsy had allowed him to continue sleeping as she'd slipped out of her room that morning. She would wake him up once she returned, after she'd had coffee.

After all, she wanted to be awake when she ravaged him again.

So she found herself just outside the kitchen which, contrary to her hopes, was not deserted even this early in the morning. There were multiple voices, only one of them particularly familiar. Damn. Bets had been hoping to avoid having to be pleasant quite this early and quite this uncaffeinated.

"Do you think he knows he's not making any sense?" Dazzler asked, as Betsy entered the kitchen in search of a quick pick-me-up.

The "he" in question was looking quite surly, but she was relatively certain she recognized him. One of Brian's, wasn't he?

"Good morning, Ali. Wisdom." She turned to the girl that her American teammate was talking with. "Good morning."

Morning greetings made, she leaned against one of the counters to watch the coffee brew tragically slowly. The X-Men needed to invest in industrial coffeemakers, she decided. She'd have to mention that to Cyclops once he'd returned from his honeymoon. Hell, maybe he'd even be relaxed enough to take her advice after three of weeks of Jean fucking his brains ou

"Probably not," Layla offered in the same tone as she boosted herself up onto the counter between Ali and the coffee maker[.] "Maybe waking up to find Ms. Pryde in his bed de-hinged his brain?"

Kitty Pryde? Pete Wisdom - an ex-spy with more years on him that she herself had - had woken up to Kitty Pryde in his bed? Bets felt her eyebrows creep up her forehead, and a small smirk start at the corner of her mouth. Oh, good. Intra-team intimacy nearly always meant that something interesting was going to happen.

She suspected, in this case, that the interesting thing would be Wisdom's dismemberment. Possibly at Betsy's own hands, if he wasn't too careful.
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Ororo couldn't quite remember why they had let Emma Frost throw the bachelorette party but it had turned out far better than her objections on the subject would have predicted. While she had done a couple of body shots with Betsy, the weather witch had made sure to stop her drinking before it got out of hand and supplied herself with water. Today was Jeannie's big day and goddesses knew, Sarra was going to be useless. Besides, using the clouds to help a hangover was impossible today when she had promised Jean a perfect day weather wise.

Before she could jump into her day's activities, she needed coffee and a little breakfast. Showing up at Lorna's door with coffee and aspirin might also be a good idea to get the green haired woman moving. She had spent a portion of the evening making out with Jean so...

Ro only hoped Logan hadn't tried to kill Scott at the bachelor party. If it had happened, she figured, they likely would have heard about it by now.

Her light skirt breezed around her ankles gently as she pushed open the door to the kitchen. Ororo saw that Ali was inside and greeted the singer with a smile and did the same for Betsy, even as a flash of licking salt off of her teammate's left breast flashed ino her mind. It appeared that very few people had coffee though, which was disappointing.

"Probably not," The little pre-cog that was with Lorna and Alex's team said, pushing herself up onto the counter. "Maybe waking up to find Ms. Pryde in his bed de-hinged his brain?"

The white haired mutant said nothing, but arched a elegant eyebrow in the direction of the only man in the room, Pete Wisdom. From what Ro had heard, he was a snarky, surly ex-spy who could often be annoying (Kitty's words) but was very helpful for the team and could be quite pleasant under the right circumstances (Kurt's information). She knew Kitty had been working with him more lately and that she had found when she handled him a bit like Logan to be manageable.

However, this little bit of information was highly unexpected.
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Pete had no idea who “Jean-Paul” might be. One of the male strippers, perhaps? No, Pete was pretty sure none of the strippers had powers. Could be that’s whose boxers she was wearing, though, and how she knew him by name.

He could not believe his luck. The first cup of the day sweetened until it was undrinkable and nothing more to be had until the second pot was done brewing. That is, unless the stripper was kind enough to let him have her cup. It might take some bribery, though. He was pretty sure she could name her price, but he’d start with a thousand pounds just to see if she’d take the offer. It wasn’t like he could make good on the offer, anyway.

She held the cup protectively against herself. So much for hoping she’d share. Then her brows furrowed and she said, "A thousand pounds of what?" Pete blinked at her. Right, he was in the Americas. Where some people thought everything came in dollars and weren’t aware that the civilized world used the metric system to measure things.

“Forget it,” he said. “I’ll just wait for the next pot to finish.”

Then the kid (Maybe one of the X-Men’s little sisters? She was a little too old to be someone’s daughter) showed up and got in line for the coffee before making all sorts of cryptic remarks Pete was not awake enough to decipher. Her wanting the stripper’s autograph, that he understood, though why she’d want it was beyond him. Maybe she was still getting visits from birthday magicians and clowns and the like and thought all entertainers for hire did that sort of thing. Best thing to do, really, was break it to her as delicately as possible, he supposed.

"Not a pop fan, huh?" the stripper said, frowning at him. A what? Is that what they were calling it in the States these days? Funny sort of word but he supposed it fit in a way. The kid seemed a lot more scandalized, though, which Pete found more surprising. Perhaps he was missing something…

The blonde took another sip from her coffee as the kitchen saw a new arrival. This one, at least, Pete recognized. Braddock’s sister was hard to mistake, even for those who’d never met her. As she stepped inside, the blonde said to the kid, "Do you think he knows he's not making any sense?"

The comment went unanswered, for the moment, at least, as Elizabeth put in a quick, "Good morning, Ali. Wisdom." She turned to the girl that her American teammate was talking with. "Good morning."

Pete felt a momentary sting of regret for giving Kitty a hard time when she realized whose room she was in, because he was starting to feel exactly the same way. “Oh, now I see,” he said as things clicked together. It was an honest mistake, really. The way half this lot dressed, it was a wonder that didn’t happen more often, really. “My mistake. I thought you were one o’ the-“

”Probably not," the kid said, cutting him off. And maneuvered between him and the coffee, which was just evil. He was planning on filling his cup first when the pot finished brewing. "Maybe waking up to find Ms. Pryde in his bed de-hinged his brain?"

Any chance there was of Pete finishing his sentence collapsed right then, and it seemed like the floor had given way beneath him, even though he was standing just fine. How could she have known that? When had she found out? Why, in the name of all creation, would she say something like that out loud?

“Gordon Bennett!” Pete said, unable to think of any other way to answer that remark for the moment. He noticed the looks being directed his way, the suddenly measuring glance from Elizabeth and the elegant surprise of the white-haired woman who appeared at the doorway just then. She, too, he recognized immediately, though he’d never formally met her. Kitty had spoken over her often enough, and she was giving off unmistakable ‘mum bear’ vibes just now. The kid and the blonde he didn’t know, but Braddock’s sister and Munroe, he was well aware that they could rip him apart with little more than a thought, and one of them was blocking his only escape.

Pete was suddenly very alert for a man who was still missing his first cup of coffee, and looked from one women to the next in a manner not unlike a rabbit locked in a room with hungry foxes. Somehow he managed to compose himself, looking calm, but wary. “I’m just here to take some coffee back to my room,” he said, as if he were telling a bank robber to lower a gun away from his hostage. “Two cups, and I’ll just be on my way.”

Assuming they allowed it. He didn’t have much hope for himself right now, but perhaps they’d sense Kitty’s need for caffeine and show some mercy for her.
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Seriously. Making. No. Sense.

Ali glanced over at Layla and shook her head. Kinda sad, really. Poor guy didn't even seem to realize he'd lost it. But, you know, with what they all did every day, it was bound to happen to somebody sooner or later.

Attention momentarily diverted from English Guy and his possible mutant battle related dementia, Ali smiled at Bets over her coffee cup, sending the resident ninja girl a little wave. Even if she looked way too put together for first thing in the morning. And none the worse for wear from last night's party antics.

Psylocke had some mad bodyshot and dance skills.

"Good morning, Ali. Wisdom." [Psylocke] turned to the girl that her American teammate was talking with. "Good morning." Wisdom, huh? Dazzler gave English guy whose name was Wisdom (jeez, she was really hoping that wasn't his codename, because that'd be just mean, considering the state of his brain) a considering, sidelong look. Totally one of Kurt's then.

"Layla," Ali added absently to Bets unspoken question, pointing a finger briefly at the blonde teen next to her. "'Morning, Bets." Coffee was totally bringing all the mutants to the yard, never failed. Next came Ororo, also looking way too put together, but that was 'Ro pretty much always, and the blonde sent another wave and much more awake smile the weather goddesses' way as Wisdom decided he had something else he wanted to contribute to the conversation.

"Oh, now I see," [Wisdom] said, apparently talking to her, and Ali's blue eyes slid back his way, brow inching up just a bit. "My mistake. I thought you were one o' the-" Too bad she'd never find out one of what she might be, because the kid had come to the same conclusion she had. "Probably not," Layla offered..."Maybe waking up to find Ms. Pryde in his bed de-hinged his brain?"

Ali's eyebrows made for the top of her head. Wait, what?

"Isn't she like, fifteen or something," Ali blurted out, being the first thing that popped into her head, because it was too early for brain filters, dammit. But, no, that wasn't right, Kitty'd be older now. That was, though, apparently enough to push Wisdom guy into some sort of apoplectic (yes, she did know big words, thanks, around Hank you absorbed them by osmosis) fit as he started yelling for some guy she'd never heard of.

Alison, however, had zeroed in on the situation like a panther zeros in on an injured gazelle. Because this? This was one of her favorite things ever: Gossip.

Really good gossip, given the looks the lone guy in the room full of decorative, lethal women was getting from the females in question. Sucked to be him right now.

But that didn't mean she'd give him any kind of break, because he'd committed the grievous sin of confusing her when she was barely awake and insulting her music career. Or something.

"I'm just here to take some coffee back to my room," he said, as if he were telling a bank robber to lower a gun away from his hostage. "Two cups, and I'll just be on my way." Oooh, not so fast. This was just way too good to let him go so fast. Multi-colored lights sparkling to life around her, because it was just that good, Dazzler casually threw up a pretty pink forcefield around the coffee pot. To, you know, protect it from blur theft. Yeah.

"Oh, I don't think it's quite ready yet." Sipping her coffee and eyes dancing with devilish humor, Ali shot him her very best, totally innocent, stage smile over the rim. "You already know Bet's right?" She nodded toward the telepath, then cocked her head toward Storm. "And that's Ororo. You know, Kitty's 'Mom'."

Throwing a quick wink toward the pseudo-mom in question, and still smiling totally innocently, she took another sip of her coffee. This should be interesting, and she was definitely awake now.
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Well, the audience was increasing in size. Layla smirked as she banged her heels against the cabinet and waited for the fallout, just waving a little as Ms. Blaire - omg, she was sitting on the same counter as DAZZLER! - introduced her to Betsy Braddock and Ororo Munroe entered.

Perfect. Mr. Wisdom would learn not to make snide comments about her favorite singer.

“Gordon Bennett!” Wisdom exclaimed, and Layla tossed a confused glance over at Ms. Blaire. Who was that, some really old recording artist? Wisdom did seem pretty old, but she wasn't sure why he was randomly calling for people who weren't here, unless he was trying to make them materialize. Which didn't have anything to do with his powers, so it was strange, at best.

Perhaps Ms. Blaire hadn't been exaggerating when she'd suggested that Mr. Wisdom wasn't particularly bright.

"Isn't she like, fifteen or something,"

Layla looked a little disgrunted, but said nothing. After all, she was fifteen. It wasn't like fifteen year olds were children or something.

“I’m just here to take some coffee back to my room,” he said, as if he were telling a bank robber to lower a gun away from his hostage. “Two cups, and I’ll just be on my way.”

Annoyance forgotten, Layla leaned back on her hands to watch the show. This should be good.

First, a pink forcefield formed around the coffee maker. Which - ok, she could see that. Hopefully Dazzler'd still let her get coffee, though. She needed to be awake for the wedding that afternoon.

"Oh, I don't think it's quite ready yet." Sipping her coffee and eyes dancing with devilish humor, Ali shot him her very best, totally innocent, stage smile over the rim. "You already know Bet's right?" She nodded toward the telepath, then cocked her head toward Storm. "And that's Ororo. You know, Kitty's 'Mom'."

Layla grinned impishly, then cast a pleading look at Ali when the coffeemaker stopped. "Can I get some of that?" she asked hopefully. "I think I need to be all the way awake to appreciate what's coming."
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Haha! Score on for Multiple Man. Just once, Jamie's powers had come in handy. You see, while he had been out partying, he'd sent a dupe to bed early with a mug of hot milk and a comic book to read. So now he was feeling pretty rested and alert. It was nice when the most useless power in the world actually came in handy.

He walked into the kitchen with a breezy smile on his facel. He was half dressed up for the wedding, so that he wouldn;t have to rush later. From the waist down he was all dapper in a charcoal suit and a pair of dress shoes. Which didn't go that well with the Superman t-shirt, but it was too early still to sweat the small stuff.

On the way in he'd almost been shoulderbarged by a blur of wind. he wasn't sure which speedster that had been, but he was glad the guy had missed. Without his shock absorbers on, that would have ended in a twelve body pileup. And 11 of those would have been Jamie.

Still he was in a pretty good mood when he walked into the kitchen. This was going to be a good day. They were gonna celebrate the wedding of the first family of the X-Men and then they were gonna party like it's....what was the line? 1989? Jamie had a feeling that year had sucked. Oh well. He'd remember after coffee.

Except that coffee seemed a lot less likely when he saw the crowd. He'd just have to wait, since this was probably the coffee queue. Except that somebody obviously wasn't going to just wait in line. Not with the way there was a force field around the pot that put them all so heartbreakingly close but far away from the Happy Morning Juice.


"I think I need to be all the way awake to appreciate what's coming."
Oh God. Couldn't the world's most annoying precog give him this morning? Just this one? Wasn't today supposed to be some sort of perfect day?
"Aw man. C'mon Layla, at least tell me we can all get coffee before the horrible stuff happens, okay?" Jamie gave her a plaintive look. Sure, she only Knew Stuff (Damnit, now he was using the capital letters there too), she couldn't actually affect them. And sure, she was probably just going to say something cryptic that would make him feel even more of the sick dread twisting up his gut. But he had to try. Coffee was worth a try.
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“Gordon Bennett!" Wisdom all but shouted, and Betsy let her smirk deepen. His panic was such that not only was it plain on his face and his body movements - and perhaps Black Air ought to reconsider its training regime - but was nearly a telepathic assault. She wouldn't be surprised if Jean could feel him up on the second floor.

"Isn't she like, fifteen or something," Ali blurted out[,] causing her new friend Layla (Bets could only assume she was new anyway, as she'd never seen her before) to pout.

She knew she wasn't wholly awake, but she was relatively sure that Kitty Pryde had aged at least a little since Dazzler had seen her. She was over twenty now, wasn't she? Betsy thought so, but regardless she was fairly certain that Wisdom was a good deal older than the young woman he'd found in his bed.

"I'm just here to take some coffee back to my room," he said, as if he were telling a bank robber to lower a gun away from his hostage. "Two cups, and I'll just be on my way."

"Two cups, love? How sweet," she teased, crossing her arms over her chest as Ali put a forcefield around the coffee and assured their male guest that his 'two cups' weren't quite ready.

"You already know Bet's right?" [Ali] nodded toward the telepath[.]

"I suspect he knows of me as I know of him," Betsy offered, shrugging slightly. "Though Brian and reputation." It wasn't as though the intelligence community back home had been so large as to make knowing of other groups unreasonable.

[Alison] then cocked her head toward Storm. "And that's Ororo. You know, Kitty's 'Mom'."

While Betsy waited to see how Pete Wisdom would deal with this particular episode of 'meet the parents', the coffeemaker finished the first bit of its job. (Why first bit? Well, because the sheer number of people in this building this particular morning made Betsy suspect that there would never be enough coffee.) Layla apparently wanted the coffee for some reason that Bets wasn't wholly sure made sense. Which, honestly, meant that the first cup ought to go to Betsy. Because needing caffeine to go enjoy more quality time with Warren Worthington III? Completely understandable and sensical.

"Aw man. C'mon Layla, at least tell me we can all get coffee before the horrible stuff happens, okay?" A dark-haired man complained, entering the kitchen. Just as she'd suspected, coffee was going to be in high demand.

"Pass a cuppa over here, Ali," Betsy asked, still eyeing Wisdom. "I've a man to attend to in my room, and I'd rather be awake for it."
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Layla's announcement about Kitty and Pete Wisdom seemed to set off a bit of an excited ripple throughout the kitchen. From Pete's explosion of a name which Ororo assumed must have some significance in Britain as Betsy seemed not to bat an eye to the others avid interest, particularly Ali, who seemed to think Kitty was still a teenager, which caused the girl who spilled the whole mess to pout.

She was not still a teenager, but only by a small margin. Not, she was sure, that Kitty saw it that way, but Ororo still saw the child they had picked up years ago when she looked at Kitty and she knew Logan did even more.

"I'm just here to take some coffee back to my room," he said, as if he were telling a bank robber to lower a gun away from his hostage. "Two cups, and I'll just be on my way."

Today was perhaps going to be one of the longest days of her life, Ro could feel it, and she could barely rely on her powers for it. The men in this house may prove a further need for their use.

The other women saw fit to tease Wisdom about the need for two cups. She supposed at least he was being somewhat of a gentleman about it. Ororo tried to remember just how drunk Kitty had been the night before. It was all well and good to be a gentleman now, but if he had in any way taken advantage of her Kitten, well, the former Goddess could not be held responsible for what might happen. Kitty had already had a rough enough time with Peter.

Ororo glided across the room towards the pot as Ali began on introductions. The Windrider mostly had her tuned out until [Alison] then cocked her head toward Storm. "And that's Ororo. You know, Kitty's 'Mom'."

The girl wanted some of the coffee Dazzler was holding hostage and another man came in and spoke to Layla about getting coffee before things got ugly. If only.

"Thank you for the charming introduction, Ali, but that's a bit of an overstatement. Though," she said, turning to Wisdom, pointedly, "it is true that Kitty is the closest thing I have to family. It's very thoughtful of you to bring her coffee this morning. However, if I were you I'd shower before wandering around too much. Logan's sense of smell is impressive and he's far more protective of our Kitten than I."

Not to mention royally pissed off about a wedding that Kitten and Jubilee had insisted he stay at. If nothing else, his love for Jean would keep Logan from outright killing Scott. Transferring that rage to someone who may have injured or would injure Kitty in the future would easily lead to bloodshed, which Ro would be forced to clean up on Jean's wedding day.

At this rate, Storm was going to be the person who killed someone and ruined her best friend's wedding.

Rather than continue to attack Wisdom, whom she did not know, and ask Kitty for more pertinent details than offered by a child, who may or may not have anything concrete.

Deciding there was one last person she needed to speak to, Ro laid a gentle hand on Layla's shoulder. "It's best to leave business that isn't ours well enough alone," she chided gently, "even when it can be used to impress pop superstars. Not everyone likes their private moments spread about." Particularly her Kitten.

They would have to have a conversation to discuss the matter. Warn Kitty that, to use an odd phrase, the cat was indeed out of the bag and then grill her about this Wisdom fellow more to see what was going on. She would also need to speak with Kurt on this matter to get his amiable if slightly more objective opinion of Pete Wisdom. Hopefully she could get to all that before Logan got a whiff of all this and she would have enough ammunition to talk him down.
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