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| Pete Wisdom | Jun 12 2012, 03:15 PM Post #16 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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It hadn’t taken long for the mood in the room to change at all, and Pete was reasonably certain that wasn’t just because one of the people in it could control the weather. "Isn't she like, fifteen or something," the woman named Ali decided to say, because she’d been so helpful already and apparently felt the need to keep it going. The remark didn’t seem to go over well with the kid asking for her autograph, either, but Pete had more important matters demanding his attention. Namely, the measuring looks he was getting from everyone. The situation called for carefully chosen words. And possibly a clear path to the window behind him. In his best voice for placating the furious, Pete opted to more or less say that he didn’t want any trouble, and nobody needed to get hurt. Especially him. All he wanted was the coffee, enough to bring back to the woman revealed to have been in his bed when he woke up. If they had anything to say about that, perhaps they’d be kind enough to wait until later. "Two cups, love? How sweet," Elizabeth said, crossing her arms in a way that implied she wasn’t charmed by the gesture in the slightest. Ali, however, was much more direct about her response. A bright field of solid light encased the coffee pot, which was a fairly neat trick, and put to rest the question of who the woman really was. "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'." The kid and some new guy who referred to her as Layla both voiced their objections to the force field, but lucky Pete, he was the center of attention right now, not them. Elizabeth had it right on how well he knew her, and if Ali thought Munroe’s familial relation to Kitty was news to him, she’d bungled that one. He had sort of expected the woman to be taller, though. Munroe looked to be fighting down a serious headache Pete suspected had little to do with any possible hangovers. Brushing aside the obvious enjoyment of the others and Elizabeth’s remark about needing to get back to her own bedroom companion, she said, “Thank you for the charming introduction, Ali, but that's a bit of an overstatement. Though, 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." Pete took a moment to process that and then wished he hadn’t. It was far, far too early to think about powers being used for that sort of thing. Not that he’d missed the part about it involving harm to his own person. Truth be told, he wasn’t exactly interested in there being little Pete-bits scattered all over the lawn. The moment of cautious dread had mostly left him, however, so he gave her a solemn nod and said, “Seems like sound advice. Think I’ll do that first thing after I get back.” Turning her attention to Layla, Munroe dispensed a little advice her way, too. "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." “Too right,” Pete said with a grimace. Glancing to Ali, he inclined his head and said, “Consider my brain re-hinged. Pop superstars are exactly the sort known for giving out autographs. Now, are you going to let me at the coffee, or am I going to have to head back empty-handed?” Considering his odds of heading back at all, right now, he’d be willing to accept either. |
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| Ali Blaire | Jun 13 2012, 11:26 AM Post #17 |
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Obviously, the coffee needed protecting. You know, just in case. Talking blurs and all. The fact that it kept the object of much female morning scrutiny in place was just a bonus. A big, gossipy bonus. Too bad it also blocked it off from all the rest of the caffeine deprived masses, including Jamie - or a Jamie, Ali never had managed to figure out how you referred to one person who was actually a plural - who she grinned and blew a kiss to before sighing dramatically and letting the forcefield blink out. Right, coffee coming up for everyone. It'd be bad if someone actually died during breakfast and Fearless the Groom would be pissed. Which didn't normally stop her, but yeah. No death before she'd even had toast. "Right, right. Coffee coming up, hang onto your pantyhose." Reaching behind her, she managed to open the cupboard door and blindly feeling around for a mug for Betts, who sounded like she needed to save her strength for better things. Mmm...Warren. Great kisser (and she imagined great everything else, but they'd never gotten quite that far back in the day). Lucky girl. "You're on your own for cream or whatever," she told the telepath, leaning over far enough to be in moderate danger of falling off the counter to hand the mug to the other woman, grinning knowingly. "You got enough strength left for that, right?" Then she nudged Layla to get hers while the getting was good, since the coffee pot had become the second-most focus of attention post-'Mom' introduction. "Thank you for the charming introduction, Ali, but that's a bit of an overstatement. Though," [Ororo] said, before turning to lay the Storm style gracefully implied hurt to come if things went wrong on the Wisdom guy as Ali rolled her eyes good naturedly at the weather witch. Because, seriously, why take all the fun outta things with the truth? "It's best to leave business that isn't ours well enough alone," Ororo added in her 'Mom' voice, totally proving Ali's point from before, as she turned to Layla, "even when it can be used to impress pop superstars. Not everyone likes their private moments spread about." And then where the hell would the fun be in that idea? "Hey, I veto that idea," the blonde interjected, waving her hand before taking another sip of her coffee. "No good gossip and I'll have to watch TiVo or something. It'd be tragic." And hello, this was the mansion! Nothing was ever private here. Ororo'd been here longer than she had, she should know this. Hell, she even knew the bra sizes of everyone in this room, except Jamie. Ali made a mental note to ask him about that later. Because, hey, sometimes you couldn't just assume things. Unsurprisingly, Wisdom guy was throwing in his vote for agreement on privacy related issues. Well, duh, he would think that when it was his privacy they were talking about, but where was the joy in that for the rest of them? "Too right," Pete said with a grimace. Glancing to Ali, he inclined his head and said, "Consider my brain re-hinged. Pop superstars are exactly the sort known for giving out autographs. Now, are you going to let me at the coffee, or am I going to have to head back empty-handed?" Ali nodded her complete agreement, because when you were right, you were right. Even if she wasn't so sure about the unhinged brain part being fixed, considering he hadn't made a run for it first chance he got. "All yours," the former singer replied, gesturing toward the now non-forcefielded coffee maker with her free hand. Then cocked her head curiously, giving him a considering once over again, "Wisdom...is that like your codename?" Still hoping not, but it was England. Who the hell knew. But she still thought it'd be kinda mean, all things considered. |
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| Layla Miller | Jun 13 2012, 01:44 PM Post #18 |
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Whether or not she'd have to watch the show without caffeine fortification was put on hold for a moment by the arrival of someone she actually knew. Jamie had the same aggrieved look on his face that he normally had when she started telling people what was going to happen, but that was ok. He needed coffee - he was going to have a seriously long 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. "Oh yeah, there's plenty of time," she reassured him, momentarily losing track of the conversation as her mind flickered forward a few hours. "You might want to have an extra cup, though," she cautioned. "It'll be a while before you can get more." She poured herself a cup, then poured one for Jamie as well and hopped down off the counter to give it to him. There, that was nice and vague. No sense spilling the beans - what was coming was way too important for that. He was gonna have one hell of a day, though. The least she could do was make sure he had coffee. Sadly, the show wasn't as good as she'd anticipated. Honestly, Ms. Munroe was warning the dumb British guy to take a shower? She glanced over at him, and had to admit he'd benefit from one, but still. The fallout from him running into Wolverine first would've been fun to watch. 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." Layla rolled her eyes, and was about to speak up when Ali jumped in to veto the idea on the grounds of needing the gossip. She turned to look up at Ms. Munroe with a smug look. She had the popstar on her side, which beat out a weather goddess any day. Besides, she had some other information, as well. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," she pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Or...maybe she was, and that hadn't happened yet? Sometimes it was hard to be sure. Oh well, whatever. Shrugging off the hand on her shoulder, she carried Jamie's coffee over to him. "Can I borrow your Dazzler CD?" she asked hopefully. "I need something for Ms. Blaire to sign while she washes the coffee stain out of Mr. Worthington's boxers." |
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| Psylocke | Jun 13 2012, 05:22 PM Post #19 |
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All hail the Queen Bitch!
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"Right, right. Coffee coming up, hang onto your pantyhose." Ali instructed, reading around and finally managing to pass Betsy a mug. Betsy accepted the beat-up ceramic gratefully. She really wanted to full awaken; she wouldn't keep Warren in her bed all day. Well, not this particular day, at least. "You're on your own for cream or whatever," she told the telepath,[...] grinning knowingly. "You got enough strength left for that, right?" Bets simply smirked back at the blonde. "Got plenty of cream last night, thanks, but I suppose I can retrieve my own sugar." Even as she set it, it occurred to her that maybe that wasn't appropriate given their young company. Oh well. No use crying over spilt milk and all that. Besides, the girl may not even notice. Especially not while she was receiving Ororo's graceful chastisement. Ali, unsurprisingly, was not in favor of Storm's proposed privacy shield. Honestly, it made no difference to Betsy. Said aloud or said silently, she could hear it just as well. Not that it was going to matter who Layla had told, because 'Ro had brought up a valuable point. Logan. Hell, Bets was surprised he wasn't in there ripping Pete Wisdom, who was wondering aloud if they would ever allow him to retrieve coffee for his fair maiden, limb from limb already. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," [Layla] pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Ooh, good. Wisdom's whole team likely knew by now. She eyed the former Black Air spy carefully. If he was put-off by the X-men (and Layla and Jamie) knowing his business, she could only imagine he'd be thrilled to hear that his entire team knew about it. And if they didn't they would soon, since Brian was supposed to be by for the wedding today was well. Shrugging off the hand on her shoulder, [Layla] carried Jamie's coffee over to him. "Can I borrow your Dazzler CD?" she asked hopefully. "I need something for Ms. Blaire to sign while she washes the coffee stain out of Mr. Worthington's boxers." Betsy arched an eyebrow in response, while she took a fortifying sip of her coffee. Far too much was happening in far too small a space far too early in the morning. Far too. She needed more caffeine. And probably more sex. |
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| Storm | Jun 14 2012, 07:47 AM Post #20 |
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“Seems like sound advice. Think I’ll do that first thing after I get back.” "See to it that you do," Ororo finished decisively. Her suggestion that perhaps impressing people with idle gossip fell on deaf ears. First, out of hand, by Dazzler herself who was receiving the gossip for attention. "Hey, I veto that idea," the blonde interjected, waving her hand before taking another sip of her coffee. "No good gossip and I'll have to watch TiVo or something. It'd be tragic." Ororo rolled her eyes and was about to respond that in a couple of hours when planes and space ships bearing guests began arriving that there would be enough interesting stuff going on in the world for everyone. Scott's step-mother was a cat-woman and the Guardians were coming. It was going to be a disaster enough without adding in this business. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," she pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Of course. It would be worse to explain the difference between two of Kitty's best friends discussing the matter and a room full of people, some of whom Kitty barely knew. Shrugging off the hand on her shoulder, she carried Jamie's coffee over to him. "Can I borrow your Dazzler CD?" she asked hopefully. "I need something for Ms. Blaire to sign while she washes the coffee stain out of Mr. Worthington's boxers." Apparently, the girl had a stunningly loose mouth so it wouldn't matter what Ororo said. She seemed not to understand the consequences of her words. Betsy's eyebrow arched as she took another sip of coffee. Ro couldn't remember if Layla was a telepath or a pre-cog but either way...getting to know things that others didn't came with privileges. Perhaps she would say something to Alex and Lorna...after the wedding of course. Instead she just sent a grin Ali's way. Turn about was fair play. As much as she wanted to say it out loud, Ro simply thought in Betsy's general direction *I thought you were the only one making stains in Warren's boxers* knowing full well that Betsy tended to pick up on most of the non-verbal chatter in the room. |
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| Multiple Man | Jun 15 2012, 02:38 AM Post #21 |
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"Oh yeah, there's plenty of time," she reassured him, momentarily losing track of the conversation as her mind flickered forward a few hours. "You might want to have an extra cup, though," she cautioned. "It'll be a while before you can get more." Jamie would have pointed out that there was probably some sort of no powers rule in the kitchen. or if there wasn't, there needed to be. Especially when said powerr involved force fields around the wakeup juice. But well, he was a guest. And also, he probably counted as a power too, given the dupe that was sleeping in upstairs. So he'd just be quiet and hope that he got his coffee before whatever doom Layla was predicting hit them. Because if he wanted to be completely useless against the villain of the day, he wanted to be useless in a thoroughly caffeinated way at least. For now he'd just take the one cup though. he had a feeling he'd be the next victim of the lack of a no powers rule if he got greedy and tried for two cups. Even if he could theoretically make himself be two people. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," she pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Or maybe the doom she'd predicted would be Layla getting beaten up by some of Shadowcat's friends. If it was, then Jamie wasn't going to get involved. He didn't expect it would happen, because then she'd have Known beforehand and not said anything, right? If Layla was going to get a lightning bolt up the keister for giving everybody headaches with her blurting out stuff, then it wouldn've happened long ago. That still didn't stop Jamie from flinching just a bit. Shrugging off the hand on her shoulder, [Layla] carried Jamie's coffee over to him. "Can I borrow your Dazzler CD?" she asked hopefully. "I need something for Ms. Blaire to sign while she washes the coffee stain out of Mr. Worthington's boxers." Speaking of blurting out things, did she have to blurt out he had those? Jamie trying to be cool here! It did have upsides though, because he was totally taking back the CD later. Getting Dazzler's autograph without having to worry about looking like a dork asking for it? Score! Besides, Layla had coffee for him. That probably merited a half hour of worshipful thanks. So lending a CD was probably okay. "Yeah, sure. "He said with a shrug. "It's with my stuff upstairs. You know where it is." She did, he was certain of it. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jun 16 2012, 01:25 PM Post #22 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Any other time Pete would have been likely to laugh at Munroe’s imperious encouragement that he follow her advice that he was still planning to follow. Who, apart from Renaissance Faire rejects and Braddock when he was feeling haughty, actually talked like that? The situation and, given the mood they were in, the people involved, implied it would not be a good idea to indulge in his usually mockery of that sort of thing, however, so he let it slide. Besides, he was more concerned with the blonde pop star he’d never heard of. She didn’t much care for Munroe’s advice about gossip, but she was holding the coffee hostage, so rather than inquire how any celebrity worth her salt had managed to never hear of British Pounds, he opted to try making peace with her instead. He’d prefer it if she was kind enough to let him at the coffee, but he didn’t intend to linger much either way. "All yours," the former singer replied, gesturing toward the now non-forcefielded coffee maker with her free hand. Then cocked her head curiously, giving him a considering once over again, "Wisdom...is that like your codename?" “Just the one I was born with,” Pete said, helping himself to the pot and carrying it over to the cabinets so he could grab a second cup before someone else decided they felt like emptying the thing while his back was turned. Again. Once he’d filled the two cups, he replaced the pot and was about to make another go at adding cream and sugar when the little brat decided she wasn’t done pissing on everyone’s chips. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," she pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Pete grimaced, glad his back was mostly turned to the others. Summers and Wagner knew, now? It was too damn early to be dealing with that on top of everything else, and Pete had a very bad feeling that he’d already wasted too much time as it was. Black and bitter was going to have to do, at least for their first cup, Pete decided. He ignored the rest of the Layla girl’s prattle about her sodding autograph. “That’ll be my cue, then,” he said, taking both cups and making for the door. Hopefully he’d make it back in time. He doubted any of the others were likely to bar his way, with the possible exception of the kid. And if she even tried, he planned to see what she’d have to say about getting her pants set on fire. [Feel free to NPC Pete out of the kitchen if nobody intends to hold him against his will.] |
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| Ali Blaire | Jun 16 2012, 05:49 PM Post #23 |
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Ali loved Betsy, she really did. For one, Bets was a smartass after her own heart. Two, she was not afraid to share. Ever. "Got plenty of cream last night, thanks, but I suppose I can retrieve my own sugar." Ali grinned at the telepath and snorted appreciatively. Like she'd said, lucky girl. Sipping her coffee again, Dazzler wasn't surprised at 'Ro's eyeroll at her attempted veto of the no sharing idea, or when the kid wasn't particularly impressed with being told how naughty she was. Grinning over at Layla she winked at the kid as the masses lined up for the newly liberated coffee. She was, however, reserving the right to re-forcefield it if it became necessary. In other words, if it looked like it might end up empty before she got to her own second cup. "It's not like the girl with the red hair hasn't already spilled the beans to the blue fuzzy guy," [Layla] pointed out. "So it's not like I was first." Sounded totally reasonable to her, even if probably not to Storm. Well, except for the whole vagueness thing. "Gonna have to be more specific, kiddo," Ali commented amiably. "We've got around half a dozen redheads and at least a couple fuzzy blue guys at last count." And that was only if you didn't count the evil shapeshifter that was Rogue's mom, who was already blue, but wasn't male or fuzzy, though the blonde suspected she wouldn't have any trouble being either if she wanted to. Later for all that, since nobody had killed or seriously injured the Wisdom guy and she hadn't figured out if that was his codename or regular name or some weird mix of the two. “Just the one I was born with,” British guy said, which didn't really answer the question. Sheesh, him and Rogue with the One Name Rules All thing. Ali rolled her eyes, then shifted her attention as Wisdom took the opportunity to run like hell with his coffee and Layla said something about one've her CDs and spilling coffee on Warren's boxers. Frowning, she peered down again at the boxers in question. Huh. Maybe they were Warren's? Bets could probably tell better than her, but either way that's what he got for leaving them unattended in the laundry room. Looking over at Bets and shrugging and grinning cheekily, she took another sip of her coffee, then said to no one in particular. "Well, that was fun, but we need food. And somebody to cook it." Which wasn't her, obviously. In fact, she was pretty sure Scott had banned her from using anything more dangerous than a toaster. Blue eyes slid over to Ororo consideringly, because she could cook without setting the kitchen on fire, and Rogue wasn't here, and Betsy would be any less likely to start the morning out by burning the kitchen down than she would. |
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| Layla Miller | Jun 16 2012, 08:31 PM Post #24 |
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The weather Goddess lady didn't look as if she were too impressed with her defense, but it was true. The cat was already out of the bag - or would be, really soon - so what'd it matter if she shared the info? Answer: It didn't. Some things didn't have to happen. They were just really fun. Though this one was sort of disappointing; she'd hoped for at least one death threat. Oh well. Served her right to not look ahead. "Gonna have to be more specific, kiddo," Ali commented amiably. "We've got around half a dozen redheads and at least a couple fuzzy blue guys at last count." Mmm, good point. "The Excalibur blue guy," she amended, happy to oblige. "And the cosmic avatar redhead who keeps saying it's her pre-birthday." There, that should be specific enough, right? There were too many people around to bother remembering all the names. Neither of them were going to be involved with the stuff later, anyway. And given that Wisdom was leaving with the two cups of coffee he'd come for (though he wouldn't need one, and she'd have told him if he hadn't been a jerk to Ms. Blaire), there wasn't really any fun in saying more on the subject. Everyone who might sorta need to know now knew. Meanwhile, and far more importantly, she had an autograph to get, and as she'd anticipated, bringing Jamie coffee was enough to get him to agree to loan her his Dazzler CD. She'd just replace the signed insert with hers before giving it back again. "Yeah, sure. "He said with a shrug. "It's with my stuff upstairs. You know where it is." Layla nodded. "In your suitcase under the magazines Guido lent you for the trip," she replied, then smiled over at Dazzler and waved. "I'll meet you in the laundry room later!" she called over, then padded out of the room, sipping her coffee. There was still a lot to do before later, after all. (exit Layla) |
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| Storm | Jun 18 2012, 08:43 PM Post #25 |
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Ororo ignored the continued attempt to ascertain who else knew about what. Instead she had been watching Pete Wisdom begin to fix two cups of coffee. His attempts to doctor them up stopped during the speculation though. “That’ll be my cue, then,” he said, taking both cups and making for the door. Ro watched him go with curious eyes. There were things she needed to figure out. It would take running across Kitty and getting her take on the situation and not the idle gossip that was being passed around intermittently by people. Then she could take some time to get to know Pete and figure out what exactly she should do with him. Looking over at Bets and shrugging and grinning cheekily, she took another sip of her coffee, then said to no one in particular. "Well, that was fun, but we need food. And somebody to cook it." Despite the fact that the comment seemed to be thrown into mid-air without any particular person, blue eyes slid Ro's way. She raised an eyebrow in Ali's direction with a small smile. "If you're trying to suggest something Alison, perhaps you might want to ask outright." Ro poured herself a aromatic cup of coffee and took a minute to linger over the rich scent. As she poured it, she slid her eyes back to the pop star who had apparently acquired Warren's boxers. "Today is a busy day, after all." |
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| Multiple Man | Jun 19 2012, 09:16 AM Post #26 |
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Since he already had his coffee, just for once Jamie was ahead of the game. That'd be a good thing, except that Layla had given him the cup. Which made him suspect that he was going to need to drink it now. or maybe he needed to not drink it because the bug eyed alien monster that was going to attack the wedding later had a fatal weakness to coffee. Or something even weirder than that. Second guessing a precog was like trying to outstare a cat. Reagardless of what you do, you end up feeling like you just wasted your time. "In your suitcase under the magazines Guido lent you for the trip," And this is why he'd politely declined the copy of Hustler Guido had offered him. Well, admittedly he'd refused it because he was travelling in company and wouldn't have gotten anything out of it anyway. But yeah, layla would have Known. And this way Jamie got to pretend he'd outwitted her. "Don't crease the corners!" He admonished her. Guido was particular about that. "Well, that was fun, but we need food. And somebody to cook it." (...) "If you're trying to suggest something Alison, perhaps you might want to ask outright." Jamie's hopes of food were simultaneously raised and then dashed. Because no way was he going to cook. Nuh uh, not when there were grumpy mutants around who'd uneash all manner of hell if he bruned the toast. Besides he didn't think he could make enough dupes to keep up with all the people sleeping over. Nope better to follow his natural instancts and slink off at the first sign of work. "Thanks for the coffee." Jamie said to nobody in particular as he headed out. he didn't really know any of the people hanging about, and he didn't want to butt into the conversations. He'd just grab some extra canapes at the reception. That'd work out fine. (Exit Jamie, unless someone objects) |
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| Archangel | Jun 19 2012, 11:39 AM Post #27 |
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Warren rapped his knuckles against the door, softly, but loud enough to be heard. “Kitty?” he ventured. “You awake yet? It’s Warren.” He held the garment bag up, as if it could be seen through the door. “I brought it.” He waited for a response, standing in the middle of the hall wearing a pair of silk boxers featuring little cartoon angels and devils palling around with each other, comfy slippers made by Church’s and feeling completely at ease with himself. There had been hardly a trace of a hangover, and even that had faded quickly when he’d risen from Betsy’s bed. She’d already left, so Warren decided this was a good opportunity to take care of a little morning business before she returned. Depending on the mood she was in, that could take up most of the day, and if last night was any indication, she was in a very attentive mood. His room was right across the hall, so it hardly took more than a moment to pop over and fish through his wardrobe for the suit he’d had in mind since talking to Kitty yesterday. Now, prize in hand, he waited for Kitty to answer the door. There was a moment of silence, followed by a curious noise, like a cat chewing hot coals, coming from inside. That sounded rather grumbly. Excalibur had come from overseas. Perhaps jet lag and whatever Kitty had done at the party was catching up with her and she wasn’t in the mood for company. “Are you all right in there, Kitty?” he asked, just to be sure. Silence again. Warren shrugged. She’d probably gone back to sleep. He turned to head back to his room, figuring he could always swing by later, when he was stopped by a sound at the door. Scratching? Yes, it was definitely a scratching noise of some kind, but whatever the source of it was came from eye level, not the floor. It was possible, given the weirdness that had graced the mansion over the years, that during the night Kitty had gone feral, but Warren decided to go with the safer assumption that this was someone, or something else. He clasped the doorknob and gave it a twist. It was unlocked, and opened out in a smooth motion. Warren balked a bit as he was confronted by a little purple dragon, about the size of a Jack Russell terrier, hovering in the doorway on leathery wings. He recovered quickly and offered the creature a friendly smile. “Hello there, little guy,” he said. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Your name’s Lockheed, right?” Like the Blackbird jet they relied on so often. Even after this much time since he’d been carried back to the mansion to heal after his kidnapping at the hands of the Morlocks, he still remembered Kitty’s visits and the curious flying pet she brought with her. It glared at him for a moment, puffed a small cloud of smoke through its mouth in a “hmf,” and then banked a smooth turn to glide over to the bed, where he nuzzled into a crook he’d made near one of the pillows. It was a pretty good maneuver, actually. Warren made a mental note to give it a try himself, some time. Apart from Lockheed, the bed showed no signs of having been slept in. “Didn’t your lady come back from the party?” he asked the dragon. It nudged its head forward and uttered a plaintive “Cooooo.” Apparently not. He wasn’t surprised. She’d probably wandered back with one of her friends and stayed the night in their room, or passed out unnoticed in a quiet corner of the bachelorette party. Things like that happened when the booze was flowing freely. He made a quick note to sweep through the morning-after wreckage of both parties and see if there were any stragglers in need of rescue. For now, though, Warren carried the garment bag over to the bed and laid it flat along its length. Spotting a pad of paper and a pen, he plucked on sheet and began writing a quick note in flowing script. Kitty- Sorry I missed you this morning. Here’s that suit I told you I’d bring. It should be about Mr. Wisdom’s size, but that’s only a guess. Paul Smith doesn’t work with unstable molecules, sadly. Hope it works out and I look forward to seeing you at the wedding. -War He set the note down on the bag and Lockheed pushed himself to his feet to inspect it, prodding it with sniffs and leveling his beady eyes at it. “Grrr,” it said, and moved toward the bag, widening his jaw to snap at it. “Lockheed!” Warren said in mild reproach. “Don’t do that.” The little dragon hissed a little at him, but didn’t back away. “I know you probably miss her,” he said, more sympathetic. “She’ll be back, don’t worry. She asked me to bring that and it sounded very important to her, so be nice, okay?” Lockheed seemed to consider it for a moment and finally relented, backing up toward the pillow again. “That’s a good boy,” Warren said, and reached out to give one of the tapered horns growing out of the back of its head a scratch. Lockheed pressed into it and uttered a dragony purr of contentment. “Okay, then, you take good care of that, please. I’ve got to be going.” He started to move away when he noticed his reflection peeking at him from a floor length mirror standing at the side of the room. He approached it and gave himself a quick once over, taming a few stray hairs and checking to make sure his smile was still bright and fresh. Then he turned to check his bare back. Most of the scratch marks had faded. That was good. They’d be gone completely in another half hour. Just in time for some new ones, he expected. That done, he moved to leave the room. “See you at the wedding, Lockheed,” he said, giving the dragon a farewell wave and shutting the door. Now that he was up and moving, coffee seemed like a nice idea, and maybe a bite to eat. If Rogue was up already, he’d have a nice breakfast to look forward to and might be able to spirit off with something to bring back to Betsy. Heading for the kitchen, he reached the stairs only to see Mr. Wisdom himself crest the stairway and round into the hall, carrying a cup of coffee in each hand. “Good morning, Wisdom,” he said cheerily as the man brushed past in an obvious hurry. “I just left-“ “Stow it!” Warren blinked in surprise. “That was rude,” he mused to himself, the man’s fading form already out of earshot. He shrugged, already forgetting the incident, and followed the stairs to the ground floor. He heard people shuffling around in the kitchen before he reached it, and a young man he remembered from the Bachelor party suddenly left and passed him on the way to the stairs. Warren bid him a quick ‘good morning’ and crossed the threshold to the brightly lit room. He beamed his most dazzling smile at the occupants and wandered over toward Betsy. First glancing at Ali, he said, “Good morning, beautiful.” Was she wearing his boxers? It looked familiar, but he was always losing track of them. He leaned in to give Betsy a kiss. “Good morning, gorgeous. Good morning, Ororo.” He craned his neck at the coffeepot. “Looks like I just missed it,” he said, not sounding too bothered. “I’ll start another pot. Does anybody want some toast?” Not waiting for an answer, he pulled a loaf out of the cupboard and threw four slices into the toaster. |
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| Ali Blaire | Jun 19 2012, 05:12 PM Post #28 |
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Man, the way people were snatching coffee and making a run for it, you'd almost think they were trying to take cover from a potential nuclear holocaust. Or, you know, a mutant wedding. Which, when she thought about it, Ali decided might not be all that different. Wisdom took off with his two cups while he still had all the parts he'd arrived with, Layla was borrowing Jamie's CD for her to sign (cute kid, really), there was talk about borrowing magazines from Guido (didn't wanna know, ever) and then Jamie/A Jamie was grabbing his mug and heading out, too. And then there were three. Two of which couldn't cook, sadly, and one of which might, provided Ali could hint at it in a suitable way. "If you're trying to suggest something Alison, perhaps you might want to ask outright." Well, obviously the hint had kind of worked. The former singer gave it some thought. Did she want to do that? Because it was possible, with all the massive mega-mutant wedding prep and incoming alien ho-down going on, Ororo wasn't in any better mood to speak of than Logan. And she was so not up to fending off lightning bolts yet this morning. "Today is a busy day, after all." Alison grinned at her teammate with as much total innocence as she could possibly muster. Which was actually a hell'uva lot, given she was about as far from innocent as she could get and not need an exorcism. "That's not for hours, though," she pointed out, which was practically half a lifetime or something in Ali-time. Totally time for breakfast. "Do we have any bacon," the blonde added hopefully, hoping that would be outright enough if Ororo was in the mood to cooperate. Thankfully, the next contestant on rotating breakfast mutants was one of her favorites, and Ali was temporarily diverted from attempts at procuring bacon without having to actually make it herself (and possibly burn the house down in the process, which would kinda put a damper on the whole wedding thing) by the arrival of Warren. Wearing silk boxers, slippers and all the pretty the gods of hot guys with wings had so awesomely chosen to give him. “Good morning, beautiful.” Which was obviously her,and Ali blew him a kiss as he moved to lay one on the girlfriend and the resident goddess. “Good morning, gorgeous. Good morning, Ororo.” Yep. Life was good and Betts was a lucky, lucky girl. “Looks like I just missed it,” Warren said as he looked over at the empty coffee pot, which had been sucked down in record time. “I’ll start another pot. Does anybody want some toast?” Ali waved him away with a smile. "I've got the coffee, Wings. And I'll love you forever if you make me toast." She winked, hopping down off the counter and putting aside her own nearly empty mug as she started the prep for the new pot of coffee. Now, if 'Ro would just find that bacon. And, you know, cook it. |
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| Storm | Jun 21 2012, 07:02 AM Post #29 |
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The room cleared out relatively quickly, leaving just Ali, Betsy and herself left in the kitchen. She smiled at the other two women as Ali tried to be subtle and didn't quite make it. Although Ali was determined as ever. "That's not for hours, though," she pointed out, which was practically half a lifetime or something in Ali-time. Totally time for breakfast. "Do we have any bacon," the blonde added hopefully, hoping that would be outright enough if Ororo was in the mood to cooperate. "I suppose we all have to eat as to avoid collapse today," Ro returned drily. She slipped quietly across the floor to the fridge. There was a chance she wouldn't get a moment to eat again until dinner, and as neither of the two women had much, if anything in the way of kitchen skills, it would be up to her. While he head was in there, she heard the door open. “Good morning, beautiful.” Ro heard Warren great someone in the room. There was a pause and the sound of a kiss before, “Good morning, gorgeous. Good morning, Ororo.” "Morning Warren," she replied, turning and closing the fridge with one hand while the other carefully cradled what would quickly turn into breakfast. “Looks like I just missed it,” Warren said as he looked over at the empty coffee pot, which had been sucked down in record time. “I’ll start another pot. Does anybody want some toast?” Ali insisted on making the coffee, making Ro feel better about taking up the position of chef this morning when there were a million little things she could be doing. "Toast would be lovely, just don't get too distracted in here." Burnt toast was not her favorite and considering Betsy's presence and the marks on his back, there was always a chance that things would get heated between the two of them. "Eggs and bacon?" She asked the room at large while placing the materials on the counter. Leaning down she pulled two large griddle pans from a cupboard and laid them across the burners. "Any preferences for style before the horde arrives at the smell of food?" And they would come. Food detection was a secondary mutation most of the time, Ro was convinced. |
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| Psylocke | Jun 21 2012, 03:19 PM Post #30 |
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All hail the Queen Bitch!
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Ali grinned over at Betsy cheekily and sipped her coffee, while the telepath assessed the blonde's wardrobe choices. Hmmm...perhaps familiar, though she couldn't honestly keep track of each pair of underpants her paramour owned. After all, the man had just as many clothes as she did; keeping track of her own significant wardrobe was already a (admittedly enjoyable) task and keeping track of Warren's collection in addition would be sheer batty. "I'm not sure," Bets admitted, eyeing the pair. "Might be. In any case, better that they show off your legs than that they go to waste." Mutants appeared to be fleeing the kitchen, one-by-one. Pete Wisdom made his escape first, obviously disconcerted by the public quasi-discussion of his new sex life. If he was that jumpy about his romp with Kitty, either he hadn't been laid nearly recently enough or there was something more sinister afoot than Betsy had originally thought. He was followed soon after by his new favorite girl, Layla the fantastic source of information, and then Jamie Madrox. "Was it something we said?" Bets asked, affecting innocence and smiling. The great migration had left her, Ali, and Ororo in the kitchen. And, honestly, the company could've been far worse. Well, insofar as morning conversation anyway. Alison apparently wanted food, and Betsy thought it was frightfully apparent that only one person in the room was competent for that particular task. "If you're trying to suggest something Alison, perhaps you might want to ask outright [. . .] Today is a busy day, after all." Said competent chef suggested, in that teasing and imperial sort of way that only Ororo could properly affect. "Oh, don't say that," Betsy warned before drinking some more of her own coffee. "Cyclops will rightly have a heart attack if you start encouraging her to be less subtle. And I would hate to see Jean if we managed to break the man today of all days." In response to Ro's bid for more candidness from their own walking poster-child for frankness, Ali asked for bacon. And, well, bad as it would be if Scott heard that anybody had been telling Alison Blaire to be less subtle, bacon sounded fantastic. Before she could voice such though her salivation, though, Betsy caught sight of Warren entering the kitchen. Toned muscle, smooth skin, an attractively hideous pair of boxers, slippers...it was quite fantastic. Also quite disappointing, since she had been informed that she wasn't to throw men to floor in the common areas at her whim. Warren greeted their resident pop star - one of the few who likely wouldn't mind Betsy throwing his fine blue arse to the floor and having her way with him - before learning in to give his regards to Bets herself. She kissed him back gently, as he'd only just woken she suspected, before smiling at him once he pulled back. “Good morning, gorgeous. Good morning, Ororo.” "Morning, love," Betsy responded, while her lover took in the state of the room. "Coffee? I suspect you'll need to be awake later." *Actually, I know it. It seems a shame to let you wander about looking like that and do nothing about it.* She informed him. “Looks like I just missed it,” he said, not sounding too bothered. “I’ll start another pot. Does anybody want some toast?” Warren turned to begin his toast preparations, and she took the opportunity to admire her handiwork. The man still had scratches down his back, fading though they may be, and Bets couldn't help grinning like she'd caught the canary. "Toast would be lovely, just don't get too distracted in here." Ororo instructed him before pulling out the makings of a true American-style breakfast. She may not have grown up in the States, but Betsy really could not take issue with eggs and bacon with her coffee in the morning. "That'd be lovely, 'Ro. In gratitude, I'll refrain from actively attempting to help or ravishing Warren on the counter," Betsy assured her. The former wasn't all that much of a stretch - she'd never learned to cook and did not see such a thing happening. But the latter...when he was standing there, looking like that? Hell, she likely had the hardest job of the lot of them. |
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