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poster: Poster:Flip Posted on: 10:04 pm on May 15, 2003 I admit it – I’m curious who would be worthy of Angelica’s attention. Whoever he was he had to be just one step below God and twice as rich to get her attention. Queen Angelica probably had him submit financial statements before accepting the date. I slid out from under the car enough to get a peek at this guy – and his car. Can tell a lot about somebody from their car. Wolverine’s bike…Sam’s pickup…Annie’s Challenger… Max VW Bug - their choices fit them perfectly. Know the car, know the man. I’m betting Mr. Sergetov drives a Mercedes or a Jaguar. Yup. A Mercedes CL class in classic midnight blue. Top speed - 136. Not that he’d ever push it that hard. It wouldn’t be seemly. Crap. All I’m getting is shoes. Shoes that probably cost more than Dad made in a month. Time for another socket set. And, yes, Scott has seen through my pathetic ruse, but he’s perturbed (heh a vocabulary word) with those two and will ignore my blatant spying for now. "Mr. Sergetov, I realize this is your first trip to visit us here at the school, so I understand that you may not be entirely clear on the rules." “It is only 8:30, surely I have not returned Angelica after curfew.” "No, curfew isn't the problem. This time. However, technically, as I was not even informed that you two were going out, the second you left you were past curfew," Scott said. "We take student safety very seriously here at the Institute, and if we do not know where the students are, that safety is compromised." Oh? Miss Perfect skipped out without permission? Wonder what Scott’ll do to her for that. She’s probably never been punished in her life. “I apologize. I was not aware Angelica had not cleared this outing with you in advance. I shall be sure to verify that before I take her from the grounds again, but Angelica was perfectly safe. I would not harm her nor would I allow any harm to come to her while she was in my care and I resent any implication otherwise.” Ugh Can this guy be any stiffer? "Try as you might, you cannot protect Angelica from everything that is out there the same way we can here. And I do expect you to follow all of the rules in the future. I've already bent one, and you two broke another tonight." “Bent a rule? Is Angelica not permitted to date… humans?” Whoa! Human? Human? He’s human? Great. Good looking, rich and human. Wish I’d known that before I tried to ask her out. I could have saved myself the hour I spent scrubbing all the grease from my hands and the major embarrassment in the dining hall. An eyebrow lifted over the glasses and I so wished I could see that throbbing little vein he gets. Sarah’s usually the only one that can bring that out, but I imagine being essentially called a bigot would do that to him. “We have no prejudices against humans here. She may date whomever she wishes – if she’s allowed to date at all. She’s only 15 – something you need to remember next time you say goodnight.” “I see… and what must I do to be allowed to see her again?” "I never said you wouldn't be allowed to see her again." Aww man, Scott, I thought you were my friend. You tell me to talk to her and to ask her out and then you go giving this putz permission to take her out. I seriously dislike you right now. “Then I shall be sure to clear any outing with you beforehand, would that be satisfactory?” Scott gave a short nod, "I'll see you next time then." I never slam the tools, but right at that moment I wanted to fling them across the room. I settled for putting them back on the drop cloth none too gently. Clank. Clank. Clank. I hope Scott's getting the message because I don’t trust myself to talk to him right now. Angelica was the first girl I’ve even been remotely interested in and he practically hands her over to the piano-playing Ruskie with nothing more than a few politely worded curfew notices and a reminder about her age. “What the fuck was that?” “Alex?” “What was that?” I amended. Hopefully he will let it slide. I really am not in the mood for his lecture on cursing or his favorite punishment of having to write 15 other ways I could have said that without slang or foul language, using proper grammar. I’ve started keeping the ones I come up with on index cards since I must do that paper once a week. "That was me talking with Dimitri, something you didn't need to listen to." "It was kinda hard to miss since I was trying to finish up the brake job like you asked me.” "Well since you were listening so closely, I expect you are able to figure out what that was." I could feel Scott's chastising look through his red lenses. “Why’d you tell me to ask her out if you knew about him? And try to put us together in the garage the other night. Having a bit of fun?” Scott had the decency to look a little sheepish, "I knew you liked her and they'd only been on one date, but I guess they're more serious than I figured." “Obviously.” I finished off the last lug nut and dropped the wrench back in the drawer with a decent thud. “You’re really going to let her go out with him? He’s like 5 years older than her and he’s a…” I really wish I would learn to think first and open my mouth second. “Nevermind. It’s not like there’s anything to get over. She hardly even noticed I was alive.” “He's a what? A human? Alex, I really thought we'd taught you better than that here. And he's only 17, not all that much like yourself." “You’re the boss, but next time you try to help with my love life –don’t.” (Edited by Flip at 10:08 pm on May 15, 2003)
Poster:Owlie Posted on: 12:37 am on May 16, 2003 OOC: Becuase Jen asked so nicely... And hopefully I shoud have Annie out by tomorrow evening...or so I strolled through the hallways, at a loss for what to do. I really wanted to call AJ and ask him how his math test went, but I knew he’d be heading out to trick-or-treat himself right about now, in the Harry Potter costume we’d put together the week before I left. I was missing him so bad it hurt, this was the farthest I'd been from him since he was born. I decided to call him in a few hours, and ask him how his night went, its not like I was able to sleep much at night anyway. I was walking past the foyer when I heard the door bell ring, for a moment I kept walking figuring someone else would get it, but when I didn’t hear any footsteps headed for the door, I turned around, grabbing the bowl half full of cookies and candy. “Trick or Treat!” a chorus of voices greeted me, when I opened the door. “Happy Halloween,” I replied with a little enthusiasm as I passed out the treats, all the while avoiding looking any of the kids, or their escort, in the eye. It obviously didn’t work. “Whoa, what’s with your eyes….” I stiffened, and my head swiveled around to the boy in some outfit I couldn’t really identify. “They’re contacts.” As I had already dolled out the sweets, I muttered “Happy Halloween,” once more and closed the door on them. When I heard the group walk down the steps and down the drive, I leaned against the door with a sigh of relief, only to be startled when the doorbell rang once more. This time I opened the door a crack and tossed out some of the candy before slamming the door and running up the stairs. I hated this holiday, this place and this genetic sequence.
Poster:Ashura Posted on: 11:32 pm on May 16, 2003 My first post! Happiness! Catalyst wandered the halls of the Mutant Academy. It was Halloween night, and most people were either still out, or sleeping. Catalyst walked past the rec room, accustomed for it to be dark at this time. Instead, the TV was going on. Looking inside, Catalyst saw someone in front of the TV. Not in the mood to talk, Catalyst walked back to her own room, leaving the door open. Catalyst sat down at one of her desks, and opened the lid on a laptop computer. Catalyst’s room was a rat’s nest of everything computer related, disks, cords, computer books, printers, scanners, empty software, and hardware boxes. Her bed was the only semi-neat object in it, and it wasn’t made. The room contained no windows, and several floor lamps. Catalyst logged onto MSN Messenger, and changed her status to Busy. Opening a small window through keyboard commands, Catalyst typed in a password, and a new window opened. It was an Internet browser, adapted off Explorer. Catalyst typed in an address, and a chatroom opened. Catalyst began typing, allowing herself to be absorbed into her real, true life.
Poster: Allison Posted on: 1:33 am on May 18, 2003 OOC: Yeah, I know it's about time... It was about 12:30 before I rolled out of bed the following morning with a slight sugar hangover from candy consumption, last night. My face hurt and I was kind of sore but that didn't mean I was really prepared for my reflection when I looked up from brushing my teeth. I did manage to keep from spitting out the tooth paste, when I saw the large bruise around my eye… Barely, anyway. I leaned on the counter to get a closer look at my shiner, and cringed when the edge met with my stomach. Curious, I pulled up my tee shirt only to discover another surprise bruise. "Jesus Sarah," I muttered shaking my head. If she'd done this much damage unintentionally I'd hate to actually be facing her in a fight. I gave my bruises one last gentle rub before I slipped out of my pajamas and into some more normal clothes and heading out the door. The hallway seemed sort of abandoned, no one was hanging around, and so I plodded down the stairs to the main level. I wasn't very hungry so I skipped over the kitchen and just sort of roamed around, looking for people. I'll admit I was surprised to see Sarah studying in front of the fire in one of the lesser used rooms. I mentally chastised myself for having such a surprised reaction to her doing school work. I didn't want to interrupt her, but I was bored. "Hey, Sarah." "Hey. How's the eye?" She cringed as she said it. I shrugged, "Shiny, purpler than my stomach." "I am really, really sorry about that. You can forget about those driving lessons. I'd say we were already even, but I had to wear a dress for a couple of hours, you'll have to walk around like that for days." I plopped down next her, "Don't worry about it, I've had black eyes before, I can handle this one. Besides, we made a deal, I'm not going to squelch just because of a few burst capillaries." "You sure? I won't be offended or blacken the other one or anything." I snorted, "I didn't think you would. And yes, I'm sure." "You don't need to go spreading that around. I can't have people thinking I've gone soft." She winked and slammed her book shut. "So when's my first lesson?" "When do you have time?" "Now? Unless Cam has rubbed off on you and you'll set me back to studying - well attempting to study." "I love the boy; I do but let's think about this. Driving…Studying...Driving…Studying," I pretended to weigh the options in my hands, "I don't know Sare, that's a tough one." "Very funny. Since me passing isn't even in the realm of fantasy, I say let's go with driving." "Ok then," I said, hopping to my feet, "Do you think you can handle a stick or should we take an X-mobile?" "Max's Bug is a stick so maybe I should learn how to drive that. Not that he'll ever let me drive his baby." I snorted, "I am not going to go driving around in a purple Volkswagen. Purple does not belong on a car. We can take mine, but you have to promise, promise, promise you'll be careful." Because I'll demand your first born child if you hurt my baby, I added in my head. "Cross my heart." "Hope to die, stick a needle in your eye?" I completed. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Just make sure you got your seatbelt on." My fingers clenched around my keys, "Talk like that isn't going to encourage me letting you drive Kowalski." "Kowalski? Another one that names inanimate objects," she muttered. "I will be careful. If I smash into something I'll be ok. You won't and I don't want you getting hurt. Ok - any more hurt than I've already managed." "NO! No smashing, no talk of smashing. NO smashy." "OK! No smashy. No scratchy. Now let's go before someone finds out and sends me back to studying." "Ok," I said, handing over the keys warily. "Really Annie, this can't be that hard millions of people do this everyday." "Yeah and half of them are fucking morons, and even if you're a really good driver and are really careful they might not be…" I tried not to wring my hands. "Hey, you don't have to do this. I understand. Once I turn 18 Logan can fuck off as far as me getting a license is concerned. No hard feelings." Sarah sat back down and reopened her textbook. "No," I shook my head and grabbed her arm hoisting her up, "We're gonna do this. I just have a lot more respect for my parents at this point, you know?" "I'll have to take your word for it. I have no respect for The General at all." "The General?" I raised my eyebrow, "What ever happened to 'daddy'?" "I haven't called him Daddy since he shipped me off a week after my mother died." She fixed me with a cold stare. "He doesn't deserve it." Right then, Annie, how does that foot taste? "Why don't we go driving? You know before Logan sniffs us out…" "Logan's busy." At my odd look she clarified. "Rogue was down for chocolate syrup this morning. Somehow I don't think they were making chocolate milk." My eyes widened, and I almost fell over because I started laughing so hard. "Well lead on oh fearless one. We're burning daylight." I nodded and giggled all the way out to the car. (Edited by Allison at 9:33 pm on May 17, 2003)
Poster:Jen Posted on:10:17 pm on May 19, 2003 It took Annie almost 40 minutes to let me out of the driveway; she kept going over and over the What-To-Do-If’s interspersed with pleadings for me not to hurt her vehicle. I didn’t plan on hurting her car. I really wanted to learn how to do this and to do that I needed her help. So far we’re pretty uneventful – except for Annie’s occasional screams of “Brake! Brake! Brake! “ or “SHIFT!” I’ve only stalled it twice and we’re not discussing that missed stop sign. It was hidden behind the tree, I swear. "So, do you want to stick to the back roads or head into more trafficy areas?" Annie asked, after and uneventful five minutes. Trafficy areas? Uh no thanks. I think these nice quiet back roads are just lovely for now. We’ll save highways for another day. “I shouldn’t push my luck. Maybe we should go by the scene of the crime last night. I should find out what we –I-damaged so I can replace her specimens.” Annie rasied an eyebrow, "Sure, if you want to." “No so much want as Xavier gave me the eye and the ‘I trust you to do the right thing’ bit this morning.” That had been one uncomfortable scene. Sneaky bastard knew why I was skipping church. He’d joined us to watch the candy bartering that went on last night and got the whole scoop. It must make his day to have us squirming. So when he ‘ran into me’ in the kitchen this morning I almost wished to be facing the General with his bellowing and screaming and slamming his fist on the table. Anything besides the quiet “I trust you to do the right thing”. "Ewwww," Annie scrunched up her nose, "That sucks. I mean, is he going to give her the 'Don't go around groping other people's boyfriends' lecture?" “I’m not holing my breath.” "Well she started it," Annie continued, cringing as we sideswiped a rosebush. “Somehow I don’t think that’s going to soothe The Professor. Is this the right turn?” Damn this car handles well, but I probably should have asked before I was right on top of the turn. Filed for future reference. "Yes it was, and remember our conversation about the blinkers? And using them in general?" “Blinkers are a sign of weakness,” I deadpanned. She was just too easy. She glared at me, but the effect was ruined as half of her face was kind of purple. "You don't get to know that until after you've passed your drivers test. Until then, up is right, down is left." “Will there be other pearls of wisdom given when I pass the test. Is the driving while eating and on the cell phone on the test? Cause I think that will probably be the hardest part. This thing doesn’t have any cup-holders.” I said pulling up in front of the house. It was easy enough to pick out the house. The front flower bed had a big ugly swath of mud and crushed plants right down the center of it. "It doesn't have any cup-holders for you, because you are not its master.... Yeesh, did we do that?" “I would assume so, but I was the one in the blind rage, remember?” She nodded, "We were all kind of busy." “Think we can just go check out the plants or do we have to go up to the door?” I am not a chicken. This falls under the heading of discretion being the better part of valor. Annie unbuckled her seatbelt, "I say we go with survey the damage and decide whether or not to knock on the door after that." “Good plan.” The damage is … extensive. I don’t think a single plant survived our tumble. I knelt down and asked Annie to get us a pen and paper so I could dictate the plants to her. I’d have to see if Miss Munroe has any of these or if I was going to have to purchase seed. “Ok we have Nepeta cataria, hedge roses, I think they might be Simplicity, Humulus lupulus …” Annie was bent over an old napkin, "Ok Neptune cataract...." “No, Ne.. pe..ta cat..aria…” Annie just stared at me blankly. “Oh for god’s sake – catnip.” She rolled her eyes at me, "Why the hell didn't you say that in the first place?!" “Because there are several species of catnip, and that one is rather unusual.” I cringed. It was the lady from last night. I had been hoping that she’d come out and seen what we were doing and would GO AWAY! But nooo this is just so like my luck. And why is she coming over smiling at us. Shouldn’t she be running away and screaming about the dangerous mutants on her lawn? Annie obviously didn't notice her yet, "So what, this stuff is like Acapuclo Gold to Max?" “Something like that,” I muttered, still fervently wishing the woman would stop her approach. I wasn’t sure I was ready to deal with her just yet. “Oh you’re back!” She exclaimed. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Did you bring your other friend with you?” Now I’m a reasonable person - OK a semi-reasonable person - and I thought most other people were too, especially adults. I also thought that most humans had some survival instincts. This woman has none. Annie whirled around, "Ahh, no he's umm...uh... School work! Yes, doing school work." “On a Sunday?” Annie sent me a pleading look, "Well yes, its uh uh a big project, due tomorrow...." (Edited by Jen at 3:56 pm on May 20, 2003)
Poster:Allison Posted on: 11:15 pm on May 19, 2003 (This was supposed to be smushed into the Sarah post but my computer threw a hissy fit s it's all by its ity bitty self.) Well Sarah was being no help what so ever, there eye daggers probably aren't going to help if we have to talk this lady out of trespassing charges. Or you know, assault if this woman keeps asking about Max. "We just came by to check out the damage to your plants..." “I am so delighted you came back. I have so many questions for you!” "Questions?" Sarah grit her teeth and picked up a trampled blossom. “Is this a Lady Hillington or Camieux?” I could tell she was holding on by a thread. I wanted to be gone from that lady’s house; I really didn’t see a happy ending coming from that woman’s toothpaste commercial smile, and Sarah’s natural sullenness. “Oh! You know roses!” She exclaimed squatting down next to Sarah. This woman is absolutely clueless. “I know a little,” Sarah said moving further down the bed. “If you'll give me a list of what was damaged, I will replace it. “ Part of me wanted to laugh, a larger part of me wanted to whimper, and I did. That gained me a strange look from both them. “Is something wrong, dear? Maybe you two should come in for a cup of tea” “Umm…” I shot Sarah a questioning look. “I don’t know, my mom kinda taught me not to go into stranger’s houses… And we should be getting back, project to do and all.” And Sarah has obviously got my clue of “Flee! Flee!” because we both turned and rushed back to my car leaving the lady very puzzled. At least everybody seemed to survive that encounter ok. Having Sarah drive home, well that’s a horse of a different color…
Poster:SeijiTataki Posted on: 9:16 pm on May 20, 2003 "Oh, look. People.." Derek let out a murmur, rummaging a bit through an empty bowl of popcorn. Shifting the kernels around a bit, he would let out a sigh, picking up the bowl as he would unplug his portable DVD player from the main TV. Already, a large group of students returning from the trick-or-treating trip had gathered, awaiting a shot at the TV. "Have fun, kids..." Another murmur, tucking the DVD player under his arm as he carried the bowl into the kitchen. "TV's free?" A random student he'd yet to meet or introduce himself to. A casual shrug, warranting the reply, "Awsome!" With that, the youth made a mad dash for the TV, leaving Derek alone in the kitchen. "..We really need to get another TV.." The bowl dropped into the sink, before he would rinse it out quickly, soap and sponge washing away the butter as the kernels disappeared down the sink. More than likely he'd hear some complaints about it later, but it didn't really matter much to him. A few shuffling steps would bring Derek to the fridge, murmurs coming from the TV catching his attention, causing the youth to pause, slightly, before he would begin rummaging around a bit. Satisfied with a bottle of Pepsi, he would pop the top, before moving back to the TV room. "Awsome!" One of the students was busy making annoying movie-theatre commentary -- one of the reasons Derek never really liked viewing movies with other people around -- and a few other others gave the student unnoticed death glares. Taking a sip of the soda, Derek glanced over at the screen. The students had picked up a copy of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and were already a bit in. Derek had yet to have watched the movie, and he was a bit suprised at it; it really was as cool as people had said. And the action sequences were kinda absorbing... After a bit of watching, one of the students spoke up, again; "..Dude. That's be cool if we had powers to do that kinda stuff!" A few of the students nodded in agreement, most of them referring to the other mutants that had flying abilities, or similar. Most of them were highly envious. "...I think I can do that.." Derek set the soda down, the students hitting pause on the VCR as a few of them glanced his way. None of them really knew him, or his powers, and, as such, stared back at him with a bit of an incredulous look. "..Well. Only one way to find out, eh?" Taking a step back, Derek would take a breath, focusing his thoughts onto the movie sequences. A step back, before he would leap forward, leaping high and gracefully through the air; touching down lightly onto the wall, his center of balance shifting as he touched down, sliding down the wall like a feather in the wind, before his movements would pick up, momentum carrying him down, running across the room and into another leap, running across the wall shortly before he would kick off, flipping around as he would skim across the cieling for a moment, before gravity tugged him back toward the earth; a quick flip placing back onto his heel. "..Well what do you know. It works..." And, of course, the students just sort of sat lock-jawed, eyes wide as they started in Derek's direction. "..Well. Enjoy the movie.." Picking up his soda, the youth would retreat back to his room. "..I wonder if the guys got another game server up."
Poster:nacey Posted on: 1:51 am on May 22, 2003 OOC: Far too short. Far too stupid. But hey, when you rush me... *^_^* The first inkling I had that danger was afoot that morning was when I got a pillow to the head, and I hadn't even woken up yet. I thrashed about for a moment, nearly clawing said pillow open, and rolling over I directed sleepy narrowed eyes at the intruder. "Who there?" There was a snork of laughter. "Magneto. Bang bang, you're dead. Your life as an X-Man is over." I frowned. "Oh. It's you." I felt around the mattress and realised with chagrin that my girl wasn't in it. "No Sarah." "Brilliant!" Now the bastard was clapping. He was definitely spending way too much time around Annie. "Cam, is there something you wanted or did you just come in here to generally annoy me?" "The girls are out. I'm bored. I say we crack out the choccies and have a guy's afternoon in." I groaned. "Wonderful. Who else will be around?" "Well, Jean and Rogue are shopping, so Cyke and Logan are being dragged into it too, considering they're my fellow X-Men." I smirked. This guy was such a butt-kisser, God bless him. "Dinner with the captain, eh?" He looked down his nose. "Please!" Rolling out of bed, I nodded. "Fine, fine. Should be delightfully weird, Cyke Sr. and Jr. being in one room." "Could say the same of you and Logan," said Cammo, ticking a brow. "We'll be in the sitting room." "They're letting Logan in the sitting room?!" "Sure. Just hurry your ass up, Man. If we're lucky they'll let us play poker with them." I laughed. God. This was going to be one weird-assed afternoon. (Edited by nacey at 1:51 am on May 22, 2003)
Poster:cammogirl Posted on: 2:09 am on May 22, 2003 I knew something wasn't right when I got to the sitting room, snacks and drinks in tow, and I heard a voice in my head that so wasn't mine. For a starters it had a refined British accent, and secondly, it said something I totally would not have expected a disembodied voice to say. //Oh good... you brought sweets. Wouldn't be any licorice there, would there, Cameron?// I opened the door and blinked. There in between Logan and Scott was a rather benign looking man I had come to look on as the very step before God. I mean, I've seen the guy make whole malls stop before. Like, literally stop. I had no idea what to do. Being in a room to play poker with your superior is not in the Guide-book to Heroism. "Relax, Cameron. Scott invited me along, I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and shrugged, and thought maybe perhaps dinner with the Captain wasn't so far off. "I wasn't aware you were into poker," I said, sitting down at the table and dumping the snacks on the chair next to me. Cyclop's jaw clenched. "We're not playing poker." I looked between Cyke and Wolverine. "You mean... we're not betting food?" Logan rolled his eyes, as if preparing himself for something. "Well, I didn't feel it was appropriate when you and Max are going to be here." God damn it! The Professor smiled. "Besides, it wouldn't be any fun," said Cyclops. "The Professor would wipe the floor with our asses, and that's with him not using his abilities." Xavier had the audacity to look coy. Logan just looked pissed off. "So what are we playing instead?" I asked. The Professor deposited a rather innocent looking box on the table. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Monopoly," said the Professor. Logan stared at the box as though Xaver had just deposited an alien dildo on the table. I felt like I'd been fucked in the ear with said foreign sex toy. This just wasn't happening. Right at that moment Max loped into the room wearing an open hippy shirt, singlet, shorts and a half-asleep pout, plastic cauldron filled with candy in one hand and cheesy flavoured snacks in the other. He frowned a the room in general, and stared at the game of monopoly in front of us. "We're not playing poker?" Logan went to grab for a cigar, but stopped when Xavier gave him a quiet and entirely unreadable stare. The poor overgrown hairy fellow sighed and grabbed a packet of cheetos from my snack supply, ripping it open angrily. Max loped over, looking rather puzzled, and as he sat down at the last empty chair, seemed quite intrigued. "Can I be the shoe?" "As long as I get to be the top hat," said Xavier. Cyclops smirked and opened the box. "Logan, what would you like to be?" He peered into the box with distaste. "The dog." I looked to Logan. "When's the last time you played Monopoly, Logan?" He shrugged. "Last week with Jubes, Rogue and Storm. Watch out if you ever play with Jubilee. She's freakin' ruthless." "Hang on..." I stopped for a minute, making sure my brain didn't explode. "If you play this... seemingly on a regular basis..." Logan lifted a brow. "Then why'd you look so surprised when the Professor broke it out?" Logan shrugged. "I didn't know Chuck was into board games." Dear God. It seemed absolutely absurd to me, the mental picture of the X-Men elite crowded around the table playing a common board game. It was even more ridiculous living the mental picture. Except... Max and I weren't really elite anything. Oh well. I decided that after this, nothing would surprise me anymore. (Edited by cammogirl at 2:15 am on May 22, 2003)
Poster:Jen Posted on: 11:17 pm on May 22, 2003 “Hey! It was not my fault. That guy came out of nowhere.” Really. I thought I did a fine job only hitting the mailbox. I could have taken out the mailbox, the kid on the bike and the parked car, sadly Annie doesn't seem to be seeing things my way. "Do you remember my first rule about driving Kowalski? NO SMASHY!" I let out a rather disgusted sniff. She was far too excitable. “There was no smashy, just a little scratchy. I’m sure Alex can fix it right up.” She raised an eyebrow, "He better be able to... And smashy doesn't just refer to the car, generally you should avoid the smashy of all objects. Including mailboxes." “It was that idiot’s fault: cellphone, cigarette AND lunch. He didn’t have a hand left for the wheel unless he’s a 4 eyed, 4 armed mutant that’s managed to hide in Westchester! You really aren’t giving me proper credit. For a first time, I did well to miss him.” Annie wasn’t going to see things my way until she’d calmed down, done some baking and had comforting Cammo kisses – not necessarily in that order. If she were going to let me drive ‘Kowalski’ again, I needed to see to those things. “Come on. Let’s get you back in the comforting arms of your boyfriend . I’ll go see Alex about the scratch. By tomorrow, this’ll be funny. Trust me.” I couldn't tell if it was the words, or the fact that she had finally gotten the chance to inspect the scratch, it was hardly noticeable really. "Fucking morons," she muttered petting the car gently, where it had come in contact with the mailbox. “Exactly,” I said patting her reassuringly on the shoulder. “Now let’s go find your boyfriend.” If I had been thinking straight I’d have suggested she keep her mouth shut about our lesson and… accident, but I wasn’t. I guess I was more rattled by the accident that I thought. We were walking into the sitting room when Annie stopped short in front of me. "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" I peeked around. You know I think she’s getting taller and couldn’t believe my eyes. The Manly X-Men, the defenders of mutant-kind, protectors of humans from rogue mutants and general bad-asses were playing… Monopoly? If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn I’d gotten some really good drugs today. "They're haggling over the price of Marvin Gardens," Annie said into my ear. “Cam’s pretty good at this,” I whispered back. “Remind me to take him with me when I got to buy a car.” Annie snorted loudly, attracting the attention of said superheros. “Hello Annie, Sarah. Did you have a good time?” Xavier asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye. Living with a telepath sucks. Annie shrugged, "It was pretty ok Except for when Sarah-" “Realized she forget her heating packs. Come on,” I said tugging on her arm, hoping she was getting my Flee!Flee! message. “We’re interrupting their game.” "Right... good thing Kowalski's got a good heater..." Annie said flatly. Annie may be good at many things, but lying is not one of them. I resisted the urge to groan and tried for ‘innocent, but sheepish.’ I could tell from the looks at the table that I wasn’t fooling anyone. "So, how's the game going?" Annie said walking towards the table. Logan leaned back. “Nice try, Stretch. Wanna try again, princess?” “Not necessarily.” Annie sat on the edge of Cammo's chair, "Stop calling me Stretch, you don't get to call me that." Oh good plan. Not. And am I just not good at Flee messages? I got hers – without the arm tug. “I’ll call you anything I like, *Stretch*. “What *were* you two up to this morning?” “We just went out for a drive. No big deal.” "Fine, *Skunk Bear*, we went to the Catnip lady's house, and it was... weird." Annie has about the same survival instincts as the Catnip lady. Calling Mr. Logan names just isn’t a good plan. I think Stretch is a pretty cool nickname. It could be worse. Max looks torn between shocked and wishing he could vanish under the table. “She did keep her hands to herself this time.” “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the black eye you managed to give Annie, would it?” “No, that would be my friendly open demeanor.” "The bruises were an accident, its not like Sarah meant to," Annie butted in and Max sunk deeper in his chair. “But I should have controlled myself better,” I said rolling my eyes. We’ve only had this talk 200 times or so. Annie shook her head, "Dude, crazy lady was groping your boyfriend, personally I would've hit her. But at least you know I won't sue." “I can’t get arrested again.” Annie shook her head again, as she looked over Cam's monopoly properties, "She was all chipper mutant outreach, not pressing charges." Well that’s good. I think. “I need to go check with Ms. Munore about the plants to repair the damage.” “And see Alex about Kowalski? “Kowalski? What happened to your car?” Cam exclaimed, turning his attention from the board before him. You know I think these people need professional help. Not only do the owners of objects name them, but others refer to them by said names. Professional help is definitely in order. "He kind of clipped a mailbox. Some total asshole who was using his car to do everything but drive came out of *nowhere* and Sarah had to swerve into a mailbox.” Annie's eyes widened and she winced, when she realized what she'd said. Logan’s eyebrow went up and suddenly every eye at the table was on me and none of them were happy. I should have hit her in the mouth. Not the eye. Annie coughed loudly, "But really she did quite well, she should be able to get her license once her birthday comes." Obviously a briefing was in order before we came in here. “I thought,” Logan is speaking very quietly, but I am in no way deceived. If the Professor weren’t sitting across the table from him, I would be in serious fear for my life right now. As it is, I’ll be ducking him for days to some. “I thought we had the discussion about your license. When you’re passing, you’ll get a permit. Well at least that was the deal before.” "Sarah doesn't have her permit?" I have admit, Annie is playing up the naive thing pretty well. "She never said she didn't, and I guess I just assumed..." Without the super senses I think her act would have flown. Instead, Logan just glared at her. “And I didn’t offer that piece of information. I wanted to learn and with your pigheaded rules I never would have, so in a way this is all your fault.” I turned and marched out. I didn’t imagine for a moment that would be the end of it, but maybe, just maybe Logan will have a chance to cool down and reconsider killing me.
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