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poster: AllyGirl date: 16 September 2001, 3:19pm EST Maera, realizing that she had somehow slept her way into the AM, showered quickly in the adjoining bathroom she discovered behind the other door in her room. She put on the first things in her drawers, a pair of jeans and a blue tank top. It wasn't a school day, and the Professor had informed her in their first talk that she wouldn't have to dress more than semi-casually on school days and that she could wear whatever she wanted beyond that. She followed her nose downstairs. The smell was truly horrible, and Maera could only hope that it wasn't her breakfast! Maybe a kid was doing a science experiment or something. She'd always wondered what stink bombs smelled like. First she was nearly run down by a bunch of kids trying to get into the rec room for their weekly Saturday cartoon fix. That she understood. It was practically a tradition in her family to race to the TV for those cartoons. In fact, she and her brother and sister still did when they were all home together. What she didn't understand was the yellow streak who plowed past her at an equal speed, headed in the same direction. Had that even been a person? Maera looked into the kitchen and her eyes widened. A woman with dark hair was struggling with a skillet of bacon that appeared to be on fire. Maera wondered if she should warn her that the two white locks of hair she sported were soon going to catch fire too, if she wasn't careful. She decided not to when the woman shot a look that could kill at the two younger women in the room, one of whom had just said something that irritated her. /Poor girl/, Maera thought. /It probably isn't her fault that she can't cook./ Deciding that the kitchen area was definitely a danger zone she wanted to avoid as much as the pre-teen filled rec room at the moment, Maera began to wander around the first floor of her large new home. She was passing by what she had assumed was a wall when it opened and a woman with white hair poked her head out. "The Professor would like to see you, Ms. Kendrick, if you're not busy," she said, a small smile lighting her rather serious face. Maera was happy to follow her through the door into a very nicely decorated office. Professor Xavier sat behind a desk there, and he smiled widely as she approached. "Hello, Maera. I hope that our Saturday morning insanity hasn't put you off too much," he said, holding a hand out for her to shake. "Oh, no, Professor Xavier, I find it very homey," Maera replied with an answering grin. "You should see my house when all of us kids are together. I bet we could rival your madhouse." "I'm not so sure about that, but I'll take your word for it. So, do you have any questions so far?" Professor Xavier asked, gesturing for her to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk. The white haired woman was already sitting in chair against the wall. "Well, is there ever a safe time to make your own breakfast here?" Maera asked, thinking forlornly of the three bagels smothered in cream cheese and accompanied by a tall glass of orange juice that was her usual breakfast. "A window or two of a few minutes is usually all anyone who prefers to make their breakfasts quietly can manage," Xavier said. He looked at the other woman in the room and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Maera, I forgot to introduce you to one of the other teachers here. This is Ororo Monroe. She teaches history at the School, and she is also a member of the X-Men. She'll be taking you around and showing you the facilities here as soon as...yes, I do believe our other new arrival is here," Xavier said out of the blue. That comment confused Maera for the moment until she remembered the Professor's mutation. That sort of thing must be pretty handy when you wanted to know what was going on in the house around you. Ororo Monroe nodded serenely. "I look forward to getting to know you, Maera," she said, obviously attempting small talk to pass the time until whomever it was got there. "You're the first person I've met here who's said that. But you're also only the second new person I've met," Maera told her with a smile. "Jean can be...distanced, at time. I believe it comes from being a doctor. Don't let her get to you too much," Ororo said. Maera's smile widened at this piece of advice. Maybe she really had found a true friend here. The door opened then and a large blue man entered. Maera didn't find that at all odd, considering this school, but the small round glasses he wore were a bit out of place on his wide face, she thought! "Hello, Hank. I hope your flight went well,"Xavier said cordially. When the man--Hank--nodded, he added, "Hank McCoy, this is Maera Kendrick, another new teacher, and one of our 'oldtimers', Ororo Monroe. Ororo will be showing you and Maera around the school now. We'll talk about your schedules when she's through with you." The Professor's benign smile encourage Maera to get up and follow Ororo, who was already halfway across the room. She looked up into the eyes of the large man standing in the doorway. She was surprised to see that they were a gentle brown, and that made her warm to him instantly. Her mother had had eyes just like that. "After you, Ms. Kendrick," Hank said in a very cultured voice that just made a warm rush go through Maera. "You don't have to be so formal. My given name is Maera," she drawled out, taking his arm as they left. "Then you must call me Hank, Maera," he replied with a smile. Professor Xavier watched them go and smiled himself. Ah, young people did tend to attach themselves so quickly these days... OOC: Okay, how was that? *g*
poster: Amezri date: 16 September 2001, 5:11pm EST
OOC: Great first posts, Ally! Welcome to the group Cassandrea cringed as she pulled the sticky pages of the cookbook apart. /Is that? Oh, gods, I think that used to be egg.../ Rogue had since wandered off to bring her, um, food items to Logan. Poor man. Skimming quickly over the recipe, she grabbed the necessary ingredients, grateful that Rogue hadn't completely used up the bag of flour. "Hey, Sarah, you wanna see if there's any breakfast sausage left in the freezer? And some bacon, too." "Yeah, no problem." Opening the massive freezer, Sarah found the red package of Jimmy Dean sausage relatively quickly. The bacon, however was little more difficult to locate. /Fuck this freezer. I hate the cold./ The clear package of salted meat was crammed all the way in the back and it took a good deal of shifting to get it out. "Here ya go. Salty, frozen meat," Sarah smirked, tossing the packages on the counter. "Great. I just finished mixing the pancake batter. You wanna try your hand at it?" Cassie asked, gesturing at the heated pan. "I can start the bacon and sausage going. You know how to check the oil in the pan?" "Uh, sure." Taking the bowl from her roommate, she stared at the pan heating on the range. "Uh, no." Cassandrea giggled. "Just drip some batter into the pan, like this." The bits of batter began to bubble and pop. "When it does that, you know it's ready," she said as she poured a ladle of mix into the pan. "When you see a bunch of bubbles on the surface of the pancake, then you know it's time to flip it." Sarah nodded and took the spatula from the older girl's hand. It didn't take too long for Cassandrea to finish heating the bacon and sausage. Microwaves were the greatest cooking appliances. Sarah had a bit of trouble flipping the pancakes -- one kind of ended up stuck on the ceiling; don't ask -- but once Cassandrea showed her the method, she had no problem at all. "So... you and Max, huh?" Cassie smiled as she arranged the meal on a plate for Kurt. Sarah smirked and nodded. "Yeah." She placed the stack of pancakes in the center of the plate and piled bacon and sausage around it. "You and the elf?" "Yeah," Cassie beamed. After grabbing some silverware, the girls went their seperate ways.
OOC: A'ight, so that wasn't as funfilled as I hoped, but.. breakfast.
poster: nacey date: 16 September 2001, 11:43pm EST OOC: Great stuff, Ally! I'd been loping down the main hallway, rubbing my eyes, when I slammed into the tall blue fellow that was my best friend. Kurt practically jumped a foot in the air, and upon seeing me he gasped. "Max! You usually go slamming into your friends as a greeting?" I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry man - I'm a little tired." "Aah," Kurt grinned. "You didn't get much sleep last night, eh?" I blinked, and chuckled. "Geez, I wish. No, I made Sarah my mother's weiner schnitzel-" Kurt's eyes widened and he gave a low 'oooh'. "Pounding the veal is always a sure sign of love, my friend." I groaned. "Dude! Anyways, we hung out for a while and she went to bed." My friend stroked the fur of his jaw thoughtfully. "Somehow I think you are omitting certain details..." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Ha-ha." He replied with a laugh, then turned. He must have heard someone coming down the corridor. I was so busy talking to Kurt (who had a perpetual slight whiff of sulfur about him. No one without my sense of smell would notice it), that I didn't smell her coming down the hall. Sarah stood there with a tray brimming with food. I felt a warmth splash through me and I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Wow... you didn't have to do that..." She cocked a brow. "We agreed to." She looked to Kurt with a smile. "You might want to get back to your room too... I saw Cassie preparing quite a meal..." All it took was a widening of the young blue man's eyes, and with a sudden BAMPH he was gone. The puff of smoke that burst between me and Sarah caused us both some coughing, and I smiled wearily. "The dude is the best friend I have, but I hate it when he does that..." Sarah smiled a little, then ticked her head. "Come on, let's find somewhere nice for you to eat this." I smiled back at her, leaning forward and kissing her cheek briefly. "Okay."
poster: Jen date: 17 September 2001, 5:17pm EST OOC: I agonized over this all day. Hope you like it. Special Thanks to Nacey for Max’s sense of décor. "Cassie and Kurt, huh?" Max asked, opening the door to his room. Breakfast in bed with Sarah had potential that he was both eager to exploit and more than a little afraid of. Closing it behind him, he considered locking it for a moment before deciding that was just too much temptation. "Yup. Apparently they bonded during our comas." Witnessing his hesitation at the doorknob, Sarah promised herself that this would just be breakfast. She could be in the same room with Max and not have things get out of control. She hoped. Smiling brightly, she waved him over to his bed, set the tray in his lap and perched beside him. Sarah carefully cut wedges of pancake, dragged them through the syrup and fed them to him, silently repeating her promise as she watched his lips close on every forkful. Sarah gathered the now empty tray and placed it on his desk. Glancing around, Sarah decided to explore his space. It was colorful, but reasonably neat. The plants that were scattered around the room looked reasonably healthy. Posters of rock bands from the 70’s lined the walls. Tie-dyed sheets and gauzy fabric hung on the walls in the corners and two bean bags sat in a corner, separated by a painted crate with the latest Rolling Stone sitting on top. An old, beat up acoustic guitar was propped up on a stand in that corner as well. Looking around Max’s room, a space that told her so much about him. Cassie too, had pictures and posters and stuffed animals and stuff all over the room. Sarah was starting to realize just how different she was and just how much she’d missed out on. Continuing to scan the room, her eyes came to rest on a shallow blue dish with a small gray-green spiny lump, sitting atop the bookcase. Which, after a moment’s hesitation, Sarah recognized as a cactus. "That’s Rodney," Max supplied, getting up to stand by her side. She looked sad again. "Rodney?" Sarah asked raising an eyebrow. Not believing that A - he had a cactus and B - that he had given it a name. "Yes. Rodney. I’ve had him for a very long time." That reaffirmed her 'dropped on his head' notions. Not knowing what she was supposed to say to that, Sarah settled on, "Oh." "I got so upset when my cat died that my parents wouldn't let me have another one. So they got me a cactus instead." Social skills that relied on the phrases ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’ were seriously not helping in a dead pet-replacement cactus conversation, so again, Sarah settled on "Oh," and then quickly added, "Sorry about your cat." "It was a long time ago. What about you? Any pets." Max wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair. "Pets are not compatible with military life," she replied in a fair imitation of the General. "I’m sorry. Everybody should have a pet." "Nothing to be sorry for," she replied coldly, stiffening in his embrace. "It’s just the way life is." The last thing she wanted was his pity. She didn't need anyone's pity. Sensing her withdrawal, Max considered how to lighten the mood. Behind her back, he grinned and slowly slid his hands to her ribs before attacking. Sarah squealed and spun out of his reach. "What are you doing?!" "Just seeing if you’re ticklish," he replied innocently, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Sarah’s look clearly stated that she didn’t believe his innocent act for a second. "Are you?" "You’ll have to find out," he answered a smug smile on his face. Pets and her father forgotten in the face of such a challenge, Sarah grinned. Feinting left, she came around to the right, ducking beneath his arm to get both hands in a prime tickling location. Grabbing her hands, Max dropped to the floor. Rolling, he launched his own attack. Sarah laughed and tried to roll away as Max retaliated. With his longer reach, the battle soon became one-sided. Sarah laughed and squealed as Max pinned her to the floor and tickled her mercilessly. Scott and Jean walked arm in arm down the hall discussing their plans for the day. Passing by Max’s room, the obviously feminine squeals and loud thumps caught their attention and Jean knocked on the door. "Max? Please open the door." Scott didn’t bother to wait for Max to reach the door. Marching forward, he flung open the door and barged into the room.
poster: nacey date: 18 September 2001, 6:59am EST OOC: You know, it's probably a good thing Sarah didn't get to tickled Max. He would have giggled then cried like a baby - he's *very* ticklish :P Great post, really really good stuff. I'd been so busy tickling Sarah, delighting in seeing her stiff exterior melt away as she giggled like a little girl and squirmed on the floor, that I didn't jump to my feet to fast when I heard a voice at the door. To be honest, at that moment Sarah squealed at a super-sonic level in my ear and so everything was ringing for a moment. It was when the door flew open with a charging Cyclops that I realised I was wanted. I jumped to my feet, practically dropping Sarah, looking thoroughly put upon. "What's going on here?!" demanded Cyke. Oh geez, I thought. Attack of Captain Anal-Retentive. I crossed my arm, cocking a brow. "Over-reacting much?" I said. Cyke's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" Jean glared at us levelly, Sarah crawling to her feet behind me. Geez. Could she look any more incriminating? Her t-shirt had ridden up, and her hair was sticking at weird angles as if - well we all know what that 'as if' is. It looked like a BAD 'as if'. "Just tell us what's been going on," said Jean. I pointed to Sarah behind me. "I was tickling her." "Tickling..." "Yeah," I said to Cyke. "You know, you rub a girl's ribs and then she giggles and jiggles and makes cute noises. You might want to try it sometime..." He tilted his head now, giving me a warning press of the lips. "Max..." I shrugged, nodding. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just don't see what the big deal is - we were playing." "Max, you know we live in a school with students in the most hormonal stages of their lives," said Jean. "We have every right to be worried." "You don't have a right to barge in when there's nothing going on," I said, waving a hand at Sarah. Cyclops sighed. "You know that it's a privelidge for you to have your own room-" That made me snap. The cat inside screamed at the violation of my territory, of the intrusion, of the threat of trouble to my girl. I pointed at him, growling in my voice as I spoke. "No, no it isn't, fly-boy," I said, "It's a necessity, and don't you forget it!" Jeeeeesus H. Christ. It was the first time I noticed that I could sound just like Wolverine. I think this little fact slapped Cyke in the face. He thinned his lips, sighing very heavily. I don't think he could say much, because he knew it was right. The reason why I was given my own room was because I was going freakin' mad sharing one with one of the boys. I couldn't stand it. "Look, I know things are hard on you," Cyclops said, "With your animal urges and all, but please understand that there are certain rules we like to maintain." I gave him a blank look. "No tickling?" "No sex," Jean supplied with a grim smile, "With the underaged." I ticked a nostril. "No wonder people are so mad around here." Cyke nodded wryly. "Sure, just remember that huh?" I sighed, nodding. "Sure - listen, my breakfast is getting cold..." "Right. See you 'round Max, Sarah." Cyke bid us goodbye, and I felt like shit run down. I don't know what it was about getting lectured like that, but it took the happiness right out of me. I still felt violated and put upon, and a sulkiness soaked into me. I turned, looking to Sarah, no doubt looking like a kicked puppy. "The down-side of living in this place."
poster: Amezri date: 19 September 2001, 1:43am EST OOC: Well, I was *trying* to get this post in before Nacey's but got a bit distracted by some surveys last night. Anywho, here's my attempt at a foofy breakfast post.
This took me all fweakin' day. /Now where did that elf wander off to?/ She'd been to all of Kurt's favorite mid-morning spots to no avail. She had hoped that maybe he was still in his room. As Cassandrea finished that thought, Kurt teleported into the room. "Zauberin, what have you been up to?" he grinned, eyeing the plate in her hands. "Just a little breakfast...uh, brunch," Cassie smiled, lifting the plate a little. "You've been really supportive this past week with... well, you know, so I thought this was the least I could do." "You didn't have to go to the trouble." /For me,/ he added silently. Cassandrea set the plate on Kurt's desk. "Oh, it was no trouble at all. You should see the feast Sarah has for Max," she giggled. "Looks delectable." "Thanks," Cassie said easily, setting the plate down on Kurt's desk. "I wasn't talking about the food," Kurt replied with a sly smile. She dipped her head, indigo locks covering her face, and stared at the stack of quickly cooling pancakes. /I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that,/ she thought as a stupid grin spread across her face. "But since you mention it," he beamed, quickly shifting topics, "I haven't had breakfast yet. What did you make?" He leapt onto the desk as graceful as a cat, settling next to the plate. Cassie laughed at the sight of the twenty-something mutant crouched on the wooden surface. "Are you gonna eat like that, or would you rather have a seat?" Kurt he slid off the desk and into the upholstered desk chair, thankful that blue fur hid the blushing heat that spread across his face. She stepped up behind him and ruffled his hair. "Well, go on. I'm sure it's mostly edible," Cassie joked. She squealed as Kurt wrapped his tail around her waist. /Oh yeah, this was definitely a good idea./
poster: Jen date: 19 September 2001, 9:27am EST I can’t believe it! We got in trouble and we weren’t doing a goddamned thing. Oooh. Thank God they left before I said anything stupid. Grr. Underage. Like they weren’t teenagers once. And who the fuck do they think are they anyway? The Morality Police? Oooh! And that ‘animal urges’ comment. That smug bastard almost ate his teeth on that one. Max doesn’t deserve that. Certainly not publicly. Left the door open too. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this place. Don’t freakin’ notice that someone in intensive care got up, but bitch because of a TICKLE FIGHT behind closed doors. Sarah took a deep breath and tried to get herself under control. Blowing at Max wasn’t going to help, besides Max looked - well he looked like a whipped puppy. Because of me. Again. Like getting him yelled at by Logan and almost killed wasn’t enough, now you have to get him yelled at once again. Just how many more adults lived in this place anyway? I’m sure there has to be one or two more I haven’t gotten Max in trouble with yet. He was just trying to be nice and ended up getting dressed down. Even when I’m trying to be good I can’t help but pull people in to my mess. "I’m sorry I got you in trouble." Sarah mumbled, staring at the floor. "Sarah?" Max called, putting a hand on her arm. Mumbling wasn’t like her. And she wouldn’t meet his eyes. That wasn’t like her either. "Summers is just-" "I - I should go. I’m sorry," she said pulling away from him. "Enjoy your breakfast." Grateful that Max stayed in his room, Sarah returned to her room and changed from her running clothes into a pair of black BDU pants, a black tank top and combat boots before shoving some money and her fake ID in her pocket. Not wanting Cassie to worry, she scribbled a note, stuck it on her monitor and headed out. Her escape would not go unnoticed. "Where are you going?" Scott called, moving to intercept her, but stopped just short of touching her. "Out," she growled. "Or am I confined to the building?" she asked, her annoyance evident in her twitching jaw. "No," Scott conceded, "You’re not." "Good. May I go now, sir, ma’am?" Sarah asked not bothering to hide her loathing of the couple in front of her. "I need you to come down to the infirmary today. I need to give you a new student physical and run some tests." "You didn’t get blood samples and x-rays during the week I was comatose? By the way," Sarah snapped, glaring at the ‘oh so poised and concerned’ doctor, "Nice of you to check on your patient. Glad I wasn’t seriously hurt." "Sarah!" Scott exclaimed. "That isn’t called for-" "Neither was barging into Max’s room or the things you said to him." Sarah spun on her heel and stalked out the front door. "Let her cool off," Scott said putting a restraining hand on Jean’s arm. "We’re not going to get anywhere with her in this mood." Sarah walked through the front gates of the mansion without anyone even giving her a second glance, (so much for their freakin’ security) and headed for the train station. Sarah walked aimlessly up and down the streets of Manhattan. It was warm enough. She wasn’t hungry. Drugs weren’t a draw. She’d tried them, but with her healing factor, they didn’t do much. Same with alcohol. It just didn’t work. Then something in a store window caught her eye. Standing outside, Sarah traced the graceful lines of the drawing with her finger. The flames danced as if imbued with a life of their own and as she traced the tongues of fire once more, she knew how she was going to spend her afternoon. Smiling, Sarah pushed open the door to the tattoo parlor.
poster: nacey date: 20 September 2001, 12:13am EST OOC: I hope I'm not leaving Ally behind by posting again. I figure she's off with Hank so it's okay. Anyways... on with the show. Depressed. I was so depressed. I'd been gearing up to a morning snuggling with the most beautiful girl in the world, and it had been yanked from me by CyCLOD and his She-Bitch wife. Okay okay, Jean wasn't that bad, but I was seriously wondering what bug had crawled up her ass for her to get shitty at me like that. Geez. We weren't even DOING anything. I clawed my kitty post, and then started on the meal Sarah made me. Then I did something fucking unmanly. I cried. I ate the meal she obviously worked hard to make me and actually cried. It was more out of frustration that anything, because it was so *not* fair. I was supposed to be eating this, with HER, with HER seeing how much I loved it. I finished every last bite of it, then had a shower. It was a long one. Then after a shake and a dry off, I did what I usually did when I was depressed as hell. I lay around totally naked, playing the guitar. That's exactly what I did for hours, strumming the beat up old Yamaha my Dad gave me from his beatnik days in Hamburg, playing "We Shall Not be Moved" and singing it at the top of my lungs. Sense that, She-Bitch.
poster: AllyGirl date: 20 September 2001, 9:56pm EST OOC: Sorry, girlies. I let books drag me away from the comp for a day or two. *slaps wrist* Bad Ally! The tour of the School had gone wonderfully, as far as Maera was concerned. Just as she'd suspected, it was chock full of wonderful things such as a pool/jaccuzzi/sauna combo, a well appointed kitchen (and during that section of the tour she'd taken the time to whip up a quick breakfast, since it was empty of everyone but Ororo, Hank, and herself), a very very well appointed gym that she absolutely could not wait to get her hands on, and a library to die for. She recognized several old favorites as Ororo was showing them this part of the facitily and amenities, and a grin lit her face. Oh, yeah. Good things to do in the off time. Maera came to the conclusion that Professior Xavier knew very well how to keep his staff well occupied and amused. That was just the upper levels, too. In the subterranean levels, which were pretty much off limits to students unless a medical emergency occured, all of the fun X-Men toys were kept. Maera's eyes gleamed as Ororo showed her and Hank how to operate the Danger Room. Then there were the medical facilities which were, she had to admit, pretty impressive. Kind of intimidating, too, as she had no idea what half of the machinery was for. And it look like pretty high tech stuff, too. Hank looked like he'd been sent to heaven, though, and Maera couldn't help but wonder what else could bring that look into his eyes. /Bad girl,/ she chastised herself, smiling politely as Ororo suggested that they might wish to see the Blackbird, which was to be the main mode of transportation on most missions. Goody, more planes, more being too far from the ground to suit her. Maybe they could reach some kind of compromise. Flying low? As in ten feet from the beautiful green earth that made her feel so safe? Nah, whoever the pilot was probably wouldn't agree to that. Maera thought that the Blackbird just looked like a very pretty and yet again high tech version of the same torture machines she hated, but she didn't voice that opinion to Ororo, who looked so proud, or Hank, who looked very fascinated. Maybe Ororo sensed that Maera definitely was not because she said briskly, "Now, we'll have to get you fitted for uniforms. They're leather, Hank, so you may not wish to have a full body suit. Maera, I believe the Professor mentioned that you prefer to keep your hands and feet free, that it helps to amplify your mutation. We will make the necessary modifications to your uniform, as well." "You mean y'all go around completely bundled up in leather, even during the summer, when you're out fighting? Doesn't that get a little...well...HOT?" Maera asked. She always wore the minimum of clothing that she could get away with. No need for extra cloth to keep her skin from that much more contact with the earth. "Actually, as I am up in the air most times, flying through very cold winds and the upper parts of the atmosphere, my uniform keeps me nicely warm. I do believe that the other members of the team have complained at one time or another, but..." and Ororo shrugged as if to say, "What can you do about it?" Maera thought about this for the minute or so it took them to walk down the corridor to what was obviously a unisex dressing room. "D'you think that I could maybe have some other little alterations?" she asked as Ororo gestured for each of them to step onto two funny raised pads. "What kind of alterations were you thinking of?" Ororo asked in return as she pressed a button. Maera was about to reply when a blue light engulfed her. She looked over at Hank and saw that a similar light surrounded him. "Don't worry. It's just measuring you. Now, about those alterations?" Ororo asked, as if this was an every day thing, blue light coming from the ceiling and taking measurement of your body! /Dorothy, Kansas is so far away not even the Ruby Slippers could help,/ Maera thought distantly, fighting the urge to giggle.
poster: nacey date: 22 September 2001, 5:17am EST OOC: I'm doing another 'naked' post. This is what Max is doing today, and I just felt like posting something. I'd sang most of my Led Zeppelin repitoire, exhausted my collection of Jimi Hendrix tabs and now I was working my way through the fat hot-pink Beatles book I'd pulled from my wardrobe. This was the musical equivalent of Wolverine going to Lily Page's tavern and drinking himself unconscious on ten gallons of Molson E. I'd had Kurt knock on the door during the day to ask me out to 'play' (I never found out what he wanted), but all I responded with was "Can't talk now. Naked and singing." He didn't bother me after that. Then Bobby knocked, saying something about a game of soccer on the field. He said, "You wanna come along?" "Can't!" I replied. "Depressed." Bobby paused. "You wanna talk about it?" I paused then. "I dunno if you really want to come in. I'm naked." "You are?" "Yes." "Oh." "It's not changing." "I see." "Can you tell I don't want company?" "Just slightly. I'll talk to you later man." Then he left. After that it was me, George Harrison and a bottle of whiskey I'd stolen from the liquor cabinet. Hehe. They never could figure out who took that. So while my guitar gently weeped, I very ungently got drunk out of my mind. Sure, Logan would kick my ass, but who wasn't kicking my ass today? No one. So I got so drunk I couldn't stand up straight. Which was probably a good thing - I was naked, and I didn't seem to care. I lay on my bean-bags, the guitar my only modesty, and emptied the bottle of whiskey down my throat. I lifted to bottle, gazing at it's emptyness, and gave a pathetic mewling moan. "All goooone..." *knock knock* Knock? Knock Knock?
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And now... Cassie and Sarah cook breakfast for their guys.
I figured that between the two of them, the cooking part would go smoothly.
Mucho thanks to FyrDrakken for advisement on the Kurt parts.