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| Archangel | Jun 25 2012, 06:27 PM Post #31 |
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The morning had already started out well, and it was only looking better now that Warren had found the kitchen already occupied by three of his favorite people. Coffee and breakfast would have kicked it up to the spectacular level, but it was still early and some of that he could take care of himself. Before there would be any of that, however, the lovely ladies before him needed to be properly bid good morning. Priorities, after all, not to mention Warren had awakened feeling particularly courteous. Ali, radiant as ever, answered with a blown kiss, while Ororo, holding an armload of eggs and bacon she’d just pulled from the refrigerator, bestowed a simpler, but no less happily received return of his greeting. Leaning in to kiss Betsy, she pressed her lips gently against his and said, "Morning, love," […] while her lover took in the state of the room. "Coffee? I suspect you'll need to be awake later." Warren paused in his survey to glance back over at her with an intrigued, “Hmm,” of approval. He smiled invitingly and winked, since he was plenty awake already and liked the sound of that very much. She continued, her rich voice direct in his mind as she continued the thought on a more private frequency.*Actually, I know it. It seems a shame to let you wander about looking like that and do nothing about it.* *Say the word and I’ll race you back,* he replied as he finished his assessment that the coffee had, sadly, emptied before he could get to it. If the violet-haired beauty was not in a mood to delay sharing her bed with him some more, he was awake enough already, and more than willing to entertain her quite a bit longer, empty stomach or not. In the meantime, should she choose to exercise more patience, Warren offered to make more coffee and some toast as well. He was no great shakes in the kitchen, but he could handle pushing a lever as well as the next well maintained mutant with toned blue skin. "I've got the coffee, Wings. And I'll love you forever if you make me toast." Ali said, waving him away and tossing him wink. “You always give the best incentives, Ali,” Warren said as he popped four slices of bread into the toaster. Then, to Ororo, “Too late for that, oh Weather Goddess of the Morn, but I promise the toast will be safely unburnt regardless. Ororo’s warning about becoming too distracted was followed by the generous offer of eggs and bacon, which would have had Warren’s stomach emit a rumble of appreciation if it weren’t polite enough to refrain while there were ladies present. "Any preferences for style before the horde arrives at the smell of food?" “However the pan inspires you is sure to be a treat no matter what,” Warren offered, since the options were too many for him to pick a favorite. Although given the way Betsy was hungrily undressing him with her eyes (a task made all too easy by the lack of anything but silk boxers protecting his modesty), it might be prudent to request something that could be prepared quickly. Betsy refrained from making any suggestions herself, but still offered appreciation for Ororo’s offer."That'd be lovely, 'Ro. In gratitude, I'll refrain from actively attempting to help or ravishing Warren on the counter,"she said, just in time for the first round of toast to spring back up with a mechanical ‘clunk.’ In a single smooth motion, Warren plucked the warm toast from their cradles and set them on a plate. Not a charred speck on them, either. “It would be a bad day for that, wouldn’t it?” he said in mock resignation as another four slices of bread took the previous quartet’s place and were soon on their way to increasing the stack. “You could always think up a list of other places nearby for ravishings, if you’re interested,” he suggested. And if she could wait that long. The next pot of coffee had finished filling up, and Warren grabbed a cup from the cabinet to pour one for himself. Inhaling to savor the aroma, he said, “Smells great, Ali. You’re a gem.” At the rate Betsy was going, they weren’t going to last until Ororo had plates ready, but he still had time for a few sips of the rejuvenating liquid in case Betsy actually did decide to drag him off. |
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| Ali Blaire | Jun 27 2012, 01:04 PM Post #32 |
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Seriously? Ororo wanted her to be less subtle? Was that even possible? Ali was still pondering this unlikely possibility, and wondering what sort of effect it could have on the universe if it did happen, when Betts joined in. "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." Pfft. She was pretty sure Scooter started having his daily heart attacks at least six months ago, just to practice for today. So not her fault. What was one more? "Hey! I resemble that remark!" Ali mock protested, shooting Betts a totally mischievous, unrepentant grin as the resident weather witch finally just gave into the inevitable. "I suppose we all have to eat as to avoid collapse today," Ro returned dryly and headed toward the fridge and Ali shot her a bright smile. See! Storm did love her, she knew it! Things got even better with the appearance of her favorite winged mutant and apparent owner of the boxers Ali was currently wearing. Which, sadly, weren't quite as cute as his current ones, but Betts was totally right. They did do pretty good showing off her legs. War was making her toast for a promise of loving him forever, which Ali would absolutely do anyway, of course, so double win there, and the former singer herself was dealing with the coffee. And Betts was doing her part by promising Ororo she'd neither try to cook, set the kitchen on fire, nor do anything too traumatizing to the African woman's sensibilities this early, like using the counter for a morning romp. "There's always the table, y'know," Ali pointed out very helpfully, and matter-of-factly to the telepath and the winged man as she waved the coffee scoop around for emphasis. "Or maybe a chair, they're pretty sturdy." She'd have suggested the floor, but Fearless had that whole 'no violating people on the tile, carpet, and hardwood' issue. So whatever. Getting pot number three going (and hoping that damned blur didn't show back up before they'd all got a cup), Ali turned to Ororo, "Eggs and bacon would be awesome, Ro," she told the other woman gratefully. "Scrambled's pretty easy, right?" Glancing around the room to see if there was any dissent, she reached over and plucked a piece of toast off the plate, gave War a peck on the cheek and hopped back onto the counter, crossing her ankles. "Smells great, Ali. You're a gem." Warren told her, as he went for a mug and she took a bite of her toast. Mmm...that was better. One've these days she was actually gonna have to learn to feed herself, but today was not that day. "Well, yeah, and thanks for noticing," she agreed with a grin, then surveyed the room again, which contained some of her very favorite people. "So, what's the plan for the day? Other than finding interesting places to molest Wings? And maybe giving Scooter another aneurysm for a wedding present?" Not that she really would, but you know, sometimes stuff just happened. |
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| Storm | Jun 27 2012, 09:14 PM Post #33 |
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Warren insisted that it was too late, he was already distracted, which put a smile on Ro's face in spite of herself. Their energy were contagious. "That'd be lovely, 'Ro. In gratitude, I'll refrain from actively attempting to help or ravishing Warren on the counter," Betsy assured her. Ro smiled back at Betsy and gave her a wink, checking what supplies she had and needed. Of course, there were other opinions on the matter. "There's always the table, y'know," Ali pointed out very helpfully, and matter-of-factly to the telepath and the winged man as she waved the coffee scoop around for emphasis. "Or maybe a chair, they're pretty sturdy." If it had been anyone else, Ro might have suggested not to give them ideas when they were cooking. As it was Warren and Bets, well, that was something else entirely. "Ali, if you think there is a surface in this house that they haven't defiled, well, you don't know them very well," Ororo said, laying strips of bacon in one of the hot pans so it would begin to sizzle. If there was a surface in the house that Warren hadn't defiled with multiple women. She was certain he and Candy had done a full circuit of the house at least twice. Most of them had, to be honest, usually when they felt they could get away with it. Even better when Scott was out of town. "Although," She remarked lightly to Betsy, "Once the flames go out, you can go on creating your own that won't burn the whole house down." As the only vote for a type of eggs was Ali's for scrambled, Ro began cracking eggs into a bowl. Adding salt, pepper, paprika and a little bit of milk, she grabbed a whisk and began whipping the eggs, adding in little currents of air with her powers to make them extra fluffy when she caught Ali's voice continuing. "So, what's the plan for the day? Other than finding interesting places to molest Wings? And maybe giving Scooter another aneurysm for a wedding present?" "Other than setting up a wedding and avoiding Jean's mother..." The headache that threatened at the thought of how much work that actually was had her beat the eggs faster, "not much. Although, cleaning your brain off the wall after Jean gets you for killing Scott on her wedding day is a task I'd rather avoid today." There would be no holding back Jean if they did all this work just for Scott to end up dead. Crazy Jean would be alive and as unwell as ever and there would be no end to the terror. Ro shuddered. No, no, today was going off without a hitch. |
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| Psylocke | Jun 27 2012, 10:30 PM Post #34 |
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It was always good when Warren was as happy to play as she was, which was typically the case. One of the many fantastic things about him. And his offer to race her back to her bedroom was certainly a tempting one. In fact, had he made her such an offer mere minutes before, Betsy would've undoubtedly taken him up on it. But Ororo had already brought out the eggs and bacon, and Bets had developed a weakness for the American Breakfast. It was going to be a long day, albeit a pleasant and happy one, so they ought to both keep their energy up. Especially if they would be engaging in physical activity. And, if Betsy got Warren back into her room, not dressed for trouble, they would likely be engaging in very physical activities. In thanks for Ro's kind assistance in fueling what would undoubtedly be a lovely morning, the telepath promised her that she would refrain from attempting to touch food and from having her way with Warren on the counter. “It would be a bad day for that, wouldn’t it?” he said in mock resignation as another four slices of bread took the previous quartet’s place and were soon on their way to increasing the stack. “You could always think up a list of other places nearby for ravishings, if you’re interested,” he suggested. "Love, if interest were enough you'd never leave my room," she informed him teasingly. "Besides, I am quite certain my current list is already up to date." She gave him a wink and added, *though you're welcome to make suggestions. If yours is particularly creative, you'll be well rewarded.* "There's always the table, y'know," Ali pointed out very helpfully, and matter-of-factly to the telepath and the winged man as she waved the coffee scoop around for emphasis. "Or maybe a chair, they're pretty sturdy." "Believe me, I know," Betsy assured her, grinning. She took another couple long draughts of her coffee. Just to keep things interesting, she sent her beautiful blue bedmate images of the two of them testing the chairs' strength. "Ali, if you think there is a surface in this house that they haven't defiled, well, you don't know them very well," Ororo said, laying strips of bacon in one of the hot pans so it would begin to sizzle. "Too right," she agreed. Mmmmm...bacon. It smelled utterly amazing. Betsy had a brief thought that perhaps naked Warren could be fun to eat bacon off of, but she quickly discarded the option as too likely to end with laughter so hysterical she couldn't continue. As Ali plucked herself from toast from the plate Warren had filled, Bets comfortably leaned against the countertop behind her. There were far worse ways to begin the day than sipping coffee, smelling bacon and eggs, and watching the sexiest ass - in Armani or out of it - move its way around the kitchen. "So, what's the plan for the day? Other than finding interesting places to molest Wings? And maybe giving Scooter another aneurysm for a wedding present?" Ali asked. Betsy smirked, but opted to drink some more coffee to fortify her for her later activities rather than informing her blonde teammate that all interesting places had, between she and Warren, already been found. "Would you like an itemized itinerary?" She queried, smirking. Betsy made her way over to the coffee pot and refilled her cup. "I'm happy to provide one, though I am fantastic with improvisation." She let herself glance around the room quickly in order to locate the sugar. Ah ha! Spotting it near where her paramour was standing, Betsy headed over to reach around him for it. "Other than setting up a wedding and avoiding Jean's mother..." [Ororo responded,] "not much. Although, cleaning your brain off the wall after Jean gets you for killing Scott on her wedding day is a task I'd rather avoid today." A valuable point, and another reason that Betsy would not be ravishing Warren upon the counter. She did not, absolutely did not, want to see what Jean Grey did to any one - man, woman, or child - that ruined her wedding to Scott Summers. 'Brain dead' would undoubtedly take on whole new meaning if someone dared cross the redhead today. |
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| Archangel | Jul 1 2012, 12:48 PM Post #35 |
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Scrambled eggs was a fantastic idea, Warren decided. Delicious, quick to make and, should things become too heated between himself and Betsy to linger, quick to eat. As Warren made his way for the coffee he paused to allow Ali to bestow a quick peck on his cheek as thanks for the toast he’d made. Between that, Ororo’s preparations to begin breakfast and Betsy’s own contributions, they were falling into a good rhythm with each other. Who said teamwork couldn’t happen before coffee? Scott would be proud. As appealing as the thought (and the reality, as he could attest through previous experience) of being ravished by Betsy on the counter was, today would be a poor time to indulge. At least it would until Scott and Jean took off for their honeymoon. On the plus side, they could capitalize on Betsy’s vow to behave herself by thinking of other, novel locations for the two of them to misbehave, if she was interested. "Love, if interest were enough you'd never leave my room," [Betsy] informed him teasingly. "Besides, I am quite certain my current list is already up to date." She gave him a wink and added, *though you're welcome to make suggestions. If yours is particularly creative, you'll be well rewarded.* Warren smiled behind the cup of coffee he’d just poured himself as he lifted it to take a first sip. **Well, I have been waiting for a warm moonlit night to take you out over the lake and…** He finished the thought by projecting a mental image of the rest. As Ororo had fairly pointed out to Ali, he and Betsy had already made a circuit of the entire mansion and most of the grounds several times, but this particular idea he’s been saving up had the advantage of not only being new, but also romantic and scandalous at the same time. At the sound of sizzling bacon touching the hot pan, Warren’s mouth began to water for other reasons, and it looked like the others were livening to the prospect of a hot breakfast as well. Ali was curious about what might be on the schedule apart from his and Betsy’s morning exercises and the heavy responsibility of ensuring Scott made it to the wedding free of burst blood vessels. Betsy offered her own thoughts on the matter, or at least the first thought, before bringing her magnificent self up to him and reaching around to the sugar bowl lying behind him on the counter. Warren took advantage of the angle to bend his head down to her neck and nuzzle it a little. He’d made no promises himself about what he and Betsy did and didn’t do on the counter, after all. Ororo’s own answer to the question made him think better of taking it beyond the nuzzling stage, however. Nothing quite like mention of the Grey Harpy of Annandale-On-Hudson to put a damper on thoughts of passion. Ah well, there was toast to attend to, anyway. Warren excused himself with an affectionate whisper in Betsy’s ear before extracting himself and moving back toward the toaster, just in time for the next round to pop out. As far as the fears of killing Scott went and Jean’s inevitable retribution, Warren was less concerned than Ororo sounded. “Don’t worry, ‘Ro,” he assured her in a sunny voice. The stack of toast grew by four and he sent another four slices to cooking. “I saw those two last night. They’re going to be fine, really.” If a hostile lawn, evil strippers and musical torture couldn’t stop Scott and Jean from hanging all over each other, he was confident today would be smooth sailing. “Besides, when you think about everything that’s planned for today and everyone who’s coming and all the many, many ways something can go wrong, you have to figure if anything will it would have by now. And well…” he looked around at the others and shrugged, a gleaming smile on his face as he finished the thought, “…nothing has, which means nothing will, right?” It made sense to him, at least. It was one of those cosmic balance things like Karma or Feng Shui or Occam’s Razor or whatever it was people like Dr. Strange and Moondragon understood better than he did. |
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| Ali Blaire | Jul 1 2012, 07:23 PM Post #36 |
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Hey, it was early, suggestions for alternate places to defile might be necessary, even if Wings and Betts had already tested them out. The brain didn't always engage to remember stuff like that until it was soaked in a little more caffeine than any of them had had time for just yet. Ali grinned between Ororo and Bets, shrugging. "Hey, you never really know how it'll all hold up until you've hit round four or five," she insisted. Though knowing Warren and Betsy, they'd already managed that, at least, and might be going for the record. She could totally cheer them on in that. Now that there was more coffee, toast, and eggs and bacon on the way, and the former singer's brain was engaging and revving up to speed, time to see what else was on the menu for today, aside from playing 'where to molest the hot, blue winged guy' and 'will Scooter explode from his newest aneurysm for the day'. Though, really, those could keep several of them busy at least until sometime close to lunch, at least. "Would you like an itemized itinerary?" [Betts] queried, smirking. Betsy made her way over to the coffee pot and refilled her cup. "I'm happy to provide one, though I am fantastic with improvisation." Ali's brows shot up in interest, grin widening. She'd just bet she was. "We will talk later," she told the other woman, blue eyes glinting evilly. "I totally want details." And maybe to compare notes, just in case she had enough spare time on her own hands to take aim at one of the several potential playmates she'd already marked for further investigation since the Invasion of the X-Teams began. There was such a nice variety just now. "Other than setting up a wedding and avoiding Jean's mother..." Ororo began and Ali shuddered dramatically. Ok, thank god someone else was dealing with the Unholy Mother. Not many people scared Dazzler, but that was one she did not want to be dealing with today. The blonde shot Ororo a look of total, sympathetic understanding. "not much. Although, cleaning your brain off the wall after Jean gets you for killing Scott on her wedding day is a task I'd rather avoid today." With a soft snort, taking another bite of her Warren-created toast, Ali rolled bright blue eyes. "Oh, please. Like I'd make Scooter explode at this late date? I've been trying for years. He's built up some kinda immunity or something. I figure if anybody does it today it'll be Mom-zilla." Hell, she might make them all explode for that matter. So yes with the much avoiding of 'Call Me Dr. Grey'. One encounter with her in a lifetime was enough. “Don’t worry, ‘Ro,” their own sexy, winged, ray of sunshine spoke up as he continued his toast related duties. “I saw those two last night. They’re going to be fine, really.” If a hostile lawn, evil strippers and musical torture couldn’t stop Scott and Jean from hanging all over each other, he was confident today would be smooth sailing. “Besides, when you think about everything that’s planned for today and everyone who’s coming and all the many, many ways something can go wrong, you have to figure if anything will it would have by now. And well…” he looked around at the others and shrugged, a gleaming smile on his face as he finished the thought, “…nothing has, which means nothing will, right?” Ali thought about that for a few seconds, looked over at Betts, shrugged and then nodded her agreement. Hey, it was close enough to Ali-logic that it totally worked for her. "I'm with Wings. Once you get to a certain point of massive-ness and possible-Armageddon-causing, it like...folds in on itself. Or something." She shrugged gain, because she was not Hank, no one should expect anything more specific out of her. "Then it's starts going into negative odds of shit seriously going wrong, so yeah. I think we might actually be safe this time." The fact that every X-Team in existence had been in the mansion for over 24 hours and the house was still standing, Ali decided, was complete proof of this theory. Get so much potential of destruction and general mayhem in one area, and it starts canceling itself out. If it wasn't actually science, it should be. |
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| Storm | Jul 3 2012, 09:46 AM Post #37 |
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As Ororo continued cooking by flipping the bacon in it's own crackling fat, placing done ones on a folded paper towel and pouring the eggs in the pan, the conversation concerning Betsy and Warren's love life continued around her. The inclusion of good places in the kitchen to do it also banded about amidst the couple's flirting. Ali still seemed to be fixated on the chairs that Betsy had confirmed as sturdy. "Hey, you never really know how it'll all hold up until you've hit round four or five," she insisted. "The chairs in the danger room control center are much sturdier," Ororo couldn't help commenting as she began transferring the set eggs to a bowl for everyone to be able to serve themselves. Ro found herself smiling at the old memories. Despite what she may have been prone to say in recent years, her time with Forge had been filled with many good times, particularly while the man was fixing something. Mmmm. Ororo shook herself out of the old memories of something that was long since gone in time to hear Ali ask for an itinerary of the day, leaning towards chaos. There was going to be plenty of chaos today without anyone actively adding to the problem. Trouble was she couldn't imagine a person here wasn't going to end up involved in it all at some point. She listed her plans and cringed at the thought of dealing with Jean's mother, who was likely to want to talk to Ororo about some of the wonderful matriarchal systems that were set up in Africa, particularly in Kenya. Which would lead to questions of how a woman like her could support an event like this. She also cautioned Ali against actively trying to send Scott over the edge for fear of the wrath of Jean Grey. As they all should. “Don’t worry, ‘Ro,” he assured her in a sunny voice. The stack of toast grew by four and he sent another four slices to cooking. “I saw those two last night. They’re going to be fine, really.” If a hostile lawn, evil strippers and musical torture couldn’t stop Scott and Jean from hanging all over each other, he was confident today would be smooth sailing. “Besides, when you think about everything that’s planned for today and everyone who’s coming and all the many, many ways something can go wrong, you have to figure if anything will it would have by now. And well…” he looked around at the others and shrugged, a gleaming smile on his face as he finished the thought, “…nothing has, which means nothing will, right?” Ororo tried not to blink at him as she tried to process that question. It didn't seem to make any sense. Mystique and Emma Frost were around the building somewhere. Just because no one knew of them doing anything did not mean they hadn't. After thinking for a moment, Ali seemed to nod along with Warren as if it wasn't the least logical explanation ever. "I'm with Wings. Once you get to a certain point of massive-ness and possible-Armageddon-causing, it like...folds in on itself. Or something." She shrugged gain, because she was not Hank, no one should expect anything more specific out of her. "Then it's starts going into negative odds of shit seriously going wrong, so yeah. I think we might actually be safe this time." "I don't doubt that Jean and Scott will be just fine," Ororo "If they didn't murder each other over his proposal, well, I think nothing will separate them. I just don't pretend to assume anything about the fates. That's when the goddesses see fit to smite you for your arrogance." With any luck there would be no smiting of anyone today. Aside from maybe Jean's mother. |
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| Psylocke | Jul 3 2012, 05:47 PM Post #38 |
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**Well, I have been waiting for a warm moonlit night to take you out over the lake and…** [Warren] finished the thought by projecting a mental image of the rest. *Well rewarded it is, then,* Betsy responded, with the mental equivalent of undressing him with her eyes. Hey, she'd promised not to ravish the man on the counter. She'd said nothing about his mind. Which, to be fair, had not been innocent to begin with. Upon Ali's inquiry about the day's plans, Bets simply smirked and offered her an itinerary. Not that she'd planned either what would undoubtedly be an enjoyable morning workout with Warren or Scott Summers' inevitable aneurysm. She'd happily discuss either with the blonde later, though. Coffee procured, she went to reach for the sugar which was, luckily for her, just behind the beautiful man in boxer shorts. As Betsy got to the sugar, she felt Warren's mouth against her neck and couldn't help but smile. Mmmmm. He didn't go further, however, though whether in deference to Bets' own agreement not to defile Cyclops' kitchen counter that morning or to the kitchen's other occupants she wasn't sure. Still, now with coffee in hand, Betsy leaned back against the counter next to Warren. Just in case the mood struck him. Ororo's plans apparently included keeping Alison Blaire from getting her mind splattered across the wall by an irate Jean Grey - who would, in the redhead's defense, be rightfully angry if someone ruined the wedding it had taken her ten years to have - and dealing with the bride's mother. A woman who, if Ro's cringe and Ali's shudders, was far more fearsome than even the bride-to-be. Considering that the bride in question was a woman who could manipulate matter and melt minds, Betsy considered the elder Grey's apparent reputation quite the accomplishment. In a perverse sort of way, it almost made her want to meet her. Almost. Betsy had heard the stories, after all. “Don’t worry, ‘Ro,” [Warren] assured her in a sunny voice. The stack of toast grew by four and he sent another four slices to cooking. “I saw those two last night. They’re going to be fine, really.” If Warren could remember last night in its entirety, Bets would be greatly surprised. She decided not to mention that, though. “Besides, when you think about everything that’s planned for today and everyone who’s coming and all the many, many ways something can go wrong, you have to figure if anything will it would have by now. And well…” he looked around at the others and shrugged, a gleaming smile on his face as he finished the thought, “…nothing has, which means nothing will, right?” Sipping more coffee, she couldn't help as her eyebrows climbed towards her hairline. That was one of the things she quite liked about the man. His unending optimism, even in the face of a complete absence of any reason for it. Not that Betsy wished the happy couple ill, or thought that necessarily anything would go wrong, but she wouldn't discount it entirely. And especially not based on what little logic her lover had just utilized. "I'm with Wings. Once you get to a certain point of massive-ness and possible-Armageddon-causing, it like...folds in on itself. Or something." [Ali offered.] "Then it's starts going into negative odds of shit seriously going wrong, so yeah. I think we might actually be safe this time." Bets was not entirely certain that had even made any sense, so she opted to simply drink more of her coffee. Perhaps she was more tired than she'd thought. Or, more likely, Ali had just taken Warren's 'logic' and twisted it into something wholly new. It was rather like watching someone call a bicycle a car and then the next person talking about how they once saw a blue seatbelt. Related, but still utterly random. "I don't doubt that Jean and Scott will be just fine," Ororo "If they didn't murder each other over his proposal, well, I think nothing will separate them. I just don't pretend to assume anything about the fates. That's when the goddesses see fit to smite you for your arrogance." "I'd rather we not take our turn at being smote," Betsy said before taking another sip out of her cup. "Because if we bring down the wrath of any deities on this wedding, we'll likely bring down Jean's wrath as well." She shook her head a little. "I prefer you lot with the brains you have, and I'd like not to have to rebuild them." |
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| Archangel | Jul 5 2012, 12:38 PM Post #39 |
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Distracted was always the way Warren felt when he was in the same room as Betsy, especially when she was eying him hungrily, and it was the best kind of distracted. The addition of the rather vivid images they were telepathically sending one another was rapidly taking him well beyond the point of distracted, and when Betsy moved to reach around him for the sugar, he couldn’t resist leaning in to nuzzle her neck. He might have done more, on the verge of abandoning his usual considerations towards both good manners and Ororo’s wishes, had the specter of Jean’s mother not been raised. The mere mention of her name was like dashing cold water right against his most sensitive and clad-only-in-silk-boxers areas. Ah well, even in the face of such overwhelming mood-dampening, he could still enjoy the view provided by the lovely women in the kitchen as well as Betsy’s nearness as she took a spot against the counter next to him. Life was good. In Warren’s opinion, though, Ororo was worrying too much. If she was so preoccupied with everything that could possibly go wrong on a day like today, considering all the different variables involved, she’d never get anything done at all. And he was pretty sure they’d reached the point of potential disaster where Murphy’s Law started to go in reverse, and by his reasoning, if nothing had gone wrong yet, it had to mean nothing would. He liked the idea, at least. As did Ali, it seemed, though Betsy and Ororo appeared a bit more dubious. "I'm with Wings. Once you get to a certain point of massive-ness and possible-Armageddon-causing, it like...folds in on itself. Or something. Then it's starts going into negative odds of shit seriously going wrong, so yeah. I think we might actually be safe this time." Warren wasn’t entirely sure he was grasping what Ali meant by all that, but it sounded like agreement, so he gestured with one hand toward her in a silent ‘there you go.’ Ororo was not to be deterred, however, and countered by saying, "I don't doubt that Jean and Scott will be just fine, If they didn't murder each other over his proposal, well, I think nothing will separate them. I just don't pretend to assume anything about the fates. That's when the goddesses see fit to smite you for your arrogance." “Hubris,” Warren said automatically. Then, realizing he’d said it out loud, shrugged apologetically. “The story of Icarus is one of my favorites.” Because why wouldn’t it be? He was curious to know more details about the proposal, though. He’d missed that, somehow, but apparently Ororo had some entertaining details she might be persuaded to share later. "I'd rather we not take our turn at being smote," Betsy said before taking another sip out of her cup. "Because if we bring down the wrath of any deities on this wedding, we'll likely bring down Jean's wrath as well." Warren chuckled as he retrieved his own cup for another sip. “I guess we are risking a bit of that by inviting Thor and all the other Asgardians, aren’t we?” Okay, maybe Ororo was right to be a little concerned, but still, the day was going to work out great. He could feel it. Betsy gave her head a little shake. "I prefer you lot with the brains you have, and I'd like not to have to rebuild them." “I second that,” Warren said before leaning over to check on how the eggs and bacon were doing. Almost done if the delicious aroma was anything to go by. The third load of toast was nearly done and Warren glanced at the door, noting the lack of new arrivals. “I guess the parties last night hit everyone pretty hard,” he noted. “I’ll have to take a look around later this morning just to make sure nobody’s wedged into an air vent or something.” |
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| Ali Blaire | Jul 6 2012, 02:55 PM Post #40 |
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Arching an eyebrow, Ali made a mental note to check out the DR control room chairs the next time she had the opportunity. Storm was totally piquing her interest there, and it sure as hell put Forge (assuming it was Forge, and that was yet another item to add to Ali's List Of Things To Check On) in a little different perspective. She knew the resident weather goddess had it in her, here was the semi-proof. And she'd sure as hell rather talk about that than the coming invasion of Mom-zilla Grey, who was so much more likely to make Fearless Leader explode than she'd ever been. Jesus, that damned woman could scare Logan and even Ali had enough sense of self preservation to stay far, far away from the wrath of Doctor Elaine Grey. God help Ororo for having to deal with her, and god help Jean, especially, since she was kinda stuck with the woman regardless. There were definite benefits, Dazzler mused, to not really speaking to your annoying and/or crazy-ass family anymore. Not making you want to explode on your damned wedding day would definitely be one've them. Wings, ray of optimistic, blue, shiny sunshine that he was, was pretty convinced things would work out just fine, mostly because nothing had exploded yet, despite the huge, massive, galactic size exploding potential. It was logic Ali could totally get behind, even if her own contribution just made everybody look mostly...confused as hell. But hey, that was pretty damned normal, Warren seemed to agree whether he understood it or not, and seriously, what the hell did they expect outta her this time of morning? Quantum theory? Sheesh, they should just be glad she was actually speaking English, instead of half-awake gibberish. It'd been known to happen. Oooh, and there was bacon now. Needed some. Desperately. "I don't doubt that Jean and Scott will be just fine," Ororo said as Ali hopped off the counter again and made a grab for a couple of pieces of bacon off the 'done' pile. "If they didn't murder each other over his proposal, well, I think nothing will separate them. I just don't pretend to assume anything about the fates. That's when the goddesses see fit to smite you for your arrogance." Yeah, her vote went to no with the smiting, whoever might be thinking of doing it. She was definitely not awake enough to deal with smiting. "I'd rather we not take our turn at being smote," Betsy said before taking another sip out of her cup. "Because if we bring down the wrath of any deities on this wedding, we'll likely bring down Jean's wrath as well." She shook her head a little. "I prefer you lot with the brains you have, and I'd like not to have to rebuild them." Again, yeah, no with the brain smiting and erasing. Jesus, she had enough trouble keeping up with shit as it was without having her cerebral cortex treated like a rewritable CD. "Ditto," the former singer added her agreement to Warren's "I second that," taking a bite from her pilfered piece of bacon before laying it on her toast and leaning one hip against the counter. "Not that I don't trust your mad brain rebuilding skills, Betts," she added with a grin to the telepath, "but it'd put a real damper on the whole celebrating thing if I was just hanging out, drooling in the entree' til my turn for refurbishing came around." Damn, the things you had to worry about at a mutant wedding. "I guess the parties last night hit everyone pretty hard," [Warren] noted. "I'll have to take a look around later this morning just to make sure nobody's wedged into an air vent or something." "Pfft, if they're not, then we didn't even try hard enough." Ali grinned over at War, then the other two women. "It's not a good party unless we gotta unwedge a few people from the air vents and maybe a couple off the roof or something." Scooter probably wouldn't think so, but hell, that's how you gauged it. If nobody was passed out in really freaky or inappropriate places, total party failure. Seriously. |
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| Storm | Jul 7 2012, 10:58 PM Post #41 |
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Everyone agreed that it would be bad to be smote for arrogance or hubris or anything else. “I guess we are risking a bit of that by inviting Thor and all the other Asgardians, aren’t we?” "We're risking it by inviting just about everyone we've invited. We're going to have representatives from just about every planet, half of whom don't get along, space pirates, Guardians, Jean's mother and Mystique. I'm pretty sure we've risked great levels of chaos." Had they invited Loki? Would it be worse to invite the trickster and have him create chaos at the wedding or create chaos after because he hadn't been invited? Was he locked up somewhere. She was going to get Jean for this, she really was. Betsy had mentioned not wanting to rebuild any brains today and Ali and Warren gave their agreement readily. Ali, of course, couldn't help but add on to these musings with, "Not that I don't trust your mad brain rebuilding skills, Betts," she added with a grin to the telepath, "but it'd put a real damper on the whole celebrating thing if I was just hanging out, drooling in the entree' til my turn for refurbishing came around." God help her for ever agreeing to be maid of honor. That really was a possibility. Taking a bite of her bacon, Ororo just wished the day was done and that the happy couple was happily married and they could just get on with their lives and push all of the guests out of the house. "I guess the parties last night hit everyone pretty hard," [Warren] noted. "I'll have to take a look around later this morning just to make sure nobody's wedged into an air vent or something." Ororo looked around and scooped another forkful of eggs into her mouth. It was oddly quiet around here, it was true. After the party that Emma Frost, other trouble they had invited into this house, had thrown, she wouldn't be surprised. "Pfft, if they're not, then we didn't even try hard enough." Ali grinned over at War, then the other two women. "It's not a good party unless we gotta unwedge a few people from the air vents and maybe a couple off the roof or something." "If Emma's party is anything to go by, I fear we may need a few people to do that task. I doubt Logan's was any less entertaining," she commented to Warren. Knowing her old friend as she did and considering what today was, she was sure it had been quite the party. She would have to check in with him today and make sure Logan was holding up well enough, not that he would say anything either way. Still, that conversation would be better than any she'd have with Jean's mom. |
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| Psylocke | Jul 8 2012, 07:38 AM Post #42 |
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“I second that,” Warren said in response to Betsy's request that she not be forced to rebuild brains today. It wasn't a task she relished, and certainly not on a day where she ought to be enjoying mingling, fabulous clothing, and cocktails. "Ditto." Ali agreed. "Not that I don't trust your mad brain rebuilding skills, Betts," she added with a grin to the telepath, "but it'd put a real damper on the whole celebrating thing if I was just hanging out, drooling in the entree' til my turn for refurbishing came around." "I suppose that would depend upon who one asked," Betsy teased in response. "Though since you are the musical entertainment, it would certainly be a much more boring reception without you." She walked over and snagged her own piece of bacon. And, upon consideration, one for Warren as well. Luckily there looked to be quite a pile of the stuff, and with only the four of them to eat it, she'd likely get her fill. But no more than that, of course. Bets had plans for strenuous exercise following breakfast. “I guess the parties last night hit everyone pretty hard,” [Warren] noted apparently also taking in the lack of mutant mania in the kitchen. This level of inactivity in the room with food was supremely unusual. “I’ll have to take a look around later this morning just to make sure nobody’s wedged into an air vent or something.” "And here I thought you had morning plans," Betsy observed neutrally before taking a dainty bite of bacon. "Pfft, if they're not, then we didn't even try hard enough." Ali grinned over at War, then the other two women. "It's not a good party unless we gotta unwedge a few people from the air vents and maybe a couple off the roof or something." Bets grinned back. "Too right." She agreed. Emma Frost, for all that she was a bit of an untrustworthy bitch, could certainly throw a party. She'd no doubt it had ended...interestingly for many of the guests. Kitty, apparently, included. Weary of exercising self-control in the face of the aroma of food, Betsy grabbed an empty plate and made her way over to where Ororo was cooking. Everything smelled absolutely fabulous and if the chef was eating it, Bets thought that indicated the rest was fair game. "If Emma's party is anything to go by, I fear we may need a few people to do that task. I doubt Logan's was any less entertaining," [the weather goddess] commented to Warren. If Warren's state of inebriation was any indication, not to mention the things he'd told her upon his arrival last night, Logan's party had indeed been quite entertaining. If, perhaps, traumatizing for their repressed leader. He ran from strippers? Truly, it was amazing Jean had managed to snag herself the man's virginity. Betsy scooped some eggs on to her plate and grabbed another few slices of bacon. Had to keep her strength up, after all, regardless of Warren's mistaken impressions of his itinerary for the morning. |
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| Archangel | Jul 9 2012, 06:26 PM Post #43 |
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It was settled, then. The four of them had made a pact over eggs, bacon and toast that there would be no brain-melting today, regardless of the chances for disaster, and Betsy would be spared the duty of putting their minds back together. Not that she couldn’t, but Warren was sure it would be an unpleasant task to say the least, especially if Betsy happened to be among the number with melted brains. Oddly enough, however, the kitchen wasn’t filling up like they’d expected, which Warren considered for a moment and floated the idea that everyone might be busy recovering from last night’s spectacular parties. Warren made a verbal note to himself that he was going to have to check around later this morning to see if there was anybody stuck in an air vent needing rescue. "Pfft, if they're not, then we didn't even try hard enough." Ali grinned over at War, then the other two women. "It's not a good party unless we gotta unwedge a few people from the air vents and maybe a couple off the roof or something." “No argument here,” Warren said with a grin as he accepted the piece of bacon Betsy brought to him. Ali was as experienced as Warren, if not more, when it came to wild party lore and survival. There were standards, and she knew them as well as he. As he leaned over to give the nape of Betsy’s neck a kiss as thanks for the bacon, she put in her own thoughts on his rescue plans, in the form of a deceptively nonchalant, "And here I thought you had morning plans," She took a small bite of her own bacon as Warren withdrew from the kiss to elevate one brow as silent signal of understanding her message. “It’s a relative term,” he assured her, taking a bite of bacon himself. “The rescues might have to wait until this afternoon.” Or whenever Betsy decided she was adequately satisfied. If nothing else, she’d have to release him in time to get ready for the wedding. Anyone stuck in an air vent would just have to occupy themselves until then. Or, as Ororo pointed out next, they might be saved by someone else, as an entire party might be required to save the victims of the… party. He nodded his agreement with her estimation of how wild Logan’s party had been, and heard enough from Betsy to know the bachelorette party had been one for the record books as well. Betsy took the initiative to fix herself a plate of eggs, and Warren followed her lead, scooping a generous heap of eggs onto his own plate, knowing he’d need the energy. “Thanks, ‘Ro. You’re a wonder. Want me to grab you a plate, too, Ali?” Warren asked, already taking one down for her. Then, with a twinkling smile to Betsy, he added a quick, *shall we remain a bit longer, just to be polite, or would you prefer we take this back to your room?* |
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| Ali Blaire | Jul 10 2012, 09:12 PM Post #44 |
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Seriously, being brain dead and drooling in the dinner would be a serious downer. Not just for her but probably anybody that had to see it. Not to mention, Ali was pretty sure that was against Emily Post's Rules of Mutant Wedding Decorum. Or some similar shit. In other words, it'd be bad, and probably rude. "I suppose that would depend upon who one asked," Betsy teased in response. "Though since you are the musical entertainment, it would certainly be a much more boring reception without you." The former singer stuck her tongue out at the telepath for the first part, then grinned broadly at the second. "Obvs," she agreed with an impish twinkle in her eye, then waved her bacon for emphasis as she pointed out, "And Bobby's the only damned one that'd think somebody being all brain wiped and drooling on the chicken divan was funny." Weird that they still had the kitchen, and all the food 'Ro was dishing out - some of which she seriously needed more of - all to themselves. Usually mutants would've been falling outta the sky (seriously, teleporters, you never knew where they'd blink in from) at the first whiff of eggs and bacon. Nice, though, to have a little semi-quiet time with 'her' peeps, before the multi-X chaos started. And god knows they'd had chaos. Not a bad thing, in Ali's considered opinion, at any time, and there was general agreement that the parties had been spectacular. Just how spectacular had yet to be officially tallied, since they hadn't gotten a count of passed out guests wedged in weird places yet, but they'd get to it. Right now, she'd give it at least an 8.5 - 9.0. She wasn't much of a fan of Emma Frost, but shit, even she could overlook that for a blow out party. "If Emma's party is anything to go by, I fear we may need a few people to do that task. I doubt Logan's was any less entertaining," [Ororo] commented to Warren but Dazzler, never one to let a little thing like not being the person actually addressed keep her from commenting anyway, threw in her two cents. Or, you know, probably a quarter by now, because of inflation. "It wasn't," she assured Ororo with a wink, because a girl had to at least peek and check out the competition, "but our strippers were prettier." Especially that one, the one that did the thing with him hips. Mmmm... "Thanks, 'Ro. You're a wonder. Want me to grab you a plate, too, Ali?" Warren asked and Ali considered for a second before nodding. Hell, even Betts had been drawn in by the lure of more awesome cholesterol and fatty goodness than the FDA or whoever probably recommended in a month or two. "Totally. Thanks, Wings." She reached out to take the plate, then went over to grab some awesome looking eggs and more bacon. So. Much. Goodness. And. Diet. Wrong. "God, I may actually live through the morning after all," she commented, scooping eggs onto her plate after the other two had finished getting theirs. "You are totally my new favorite person ever, 'Ro. You can have my firstborn or something." Of course, she'd probably have to wait a long damned while for that, but whatever. It was the thought that counted. |
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| Storm | Jul 11 2012, 09:42 AM Post #45 |
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"It wasn't," she assured Ororo with a wink, because a girl had to at least peek and check out the competition, "but our strippers were prettier." It was entirely unsurprising that Ali had managed to get into Logan's party. She had been tempted to go but jello shots and strippers were always enjoyable things, even when given to you by the devil incarnate. "Well, we will give that to Emma Frost, her taste in strippers is impeccable," Ororo agreed casually. Ro decided to ignore the sexual banter that was continuing to bounce between Betsy and Warren. Instead, she took a bite out of her food, and continued going down the list of things that had to get done today. There were far too many to count and if others wanted to rustle up people out of the vents, that was their perogative. "Thanks, 'Ro. You're a wonder. Want me to grab you a plate, too, Ali?" Warren asked Ro's ego appropreately stroked, she smiled at Warren, lifting a peice of bacon to inspect it. "They didn't refer to me as a goddess for nothing." Cook breakfast, fix the weather, run a wedding...all in a day's work, sadly. "God, I may actually live through the morning after all," she commented, scooping eggs onto her plate after the other two had finished getting theirs. "You are totally my new favorite person ever, 'Ro. You can have my firstborn or something." Ro gave Ali a wolfish grin. "No worries, we can come up with a payment plan of sorts." |
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