Christmas 2013 - Callie

[JSherlock]

Callie: Callie surveyed the room.  It looked like it had been the set design room for the theatre class, as glitter, fabrics and old sets littered almost every surface.  "Perfect!"  There was plenty of stuff to make gifts here.  She wondered what Adam would like.  She walked around poked at a few things.

JP: Jean-Paul eyed the entry way to the design room with an air of apprehension.  The most artistic he could be said to get would be painting signs for protests.  There were many many things in here that were beyond him...and also a wall hanging holding what appeared to be hundreds of bottles of glitter.  Frightening.

JP: "Yeah, perfect."  He nodded.  Wait, was that a hoop skirt.  "Should we be warned about the kinds of plays go on in this place?"

Callie: Callie turned as someone else came in.  She was under a rather large bolt of silk fabric.  She waved her arms.  "I am the ghost of Christmas present!  Woooo!"    She ended up with a case of the giggles and tried to find her way out from under the bright orange material. 

JP: Jean-Paul had to give her a laugh for that, grabbing a corner to help her out of her silken prison.  "Yeah, if you were any of A Christmas Carol's ghosts you'd be present, wouldn't you?"

Callie: "Yes.  The other two are too frightening.  Some children's book!"  She smiled gratefully at JP as she stepped out from under the silk.  "Thank you.  So, what brings you here?  Gift hunting?"

JP: "I don't know, I always liked Past, something nicely ethereal about the character."  He shrugged, trying to fold the unruly material up.  "Oh yes, I'm hunting.  I assume the same for you?"

Callie: "Yes.  I have Adam...you do not have me, yes?"  She blinked.  "Otherwise I can help you with gift ideas, if you do not have one."

JP: "Nope, I've got Penny...so nothing fabric she can just shread through."  He put the silk aside slightly disappointed as that cut down his selection quite a bit.  "I can definitely help you with Adam, if you like."

Callie: "I kind of had a vague idea of something computery.  But what I not know."  She picked up a bolt of dark black satin.  "Maybe a bag for his laptop?"

Callie: She spotted a stack of what seemed to be leather swatches.  She pointed and said, "would she cut through leather as easily as silk?"

JP: "I'm not sure...I'd think not but she is pretty pointy.  I was trying to think of something useful to make but I'm just not quite certain."  He tapped his chin, having a look about to see what he can find to be useful.  "Whatever you get Adam make it colourful, he definitely loves his colours."

Callie: "I was looking at this for me, actually."  She dimpled and nodded at the bright silk she'd been trapped by.  "That's going to be the main colour."  She looked around the room and pulled her fabrics to en empty table.  She plonked them down and went to a large box labeled misc.  she opened it and grinned.  "You could make her some metal jewelry from some this this!  Girls love jewelry."

JP: "Oh yeah, he will definitely like that."  He nodded approvingly at the silk, looking and hmming at the box of treasure.  "I defintely could.  Maybe I could add some decor to her chalkboard or something."

Callie: "Oh, how smart!  Yes.  That is a perfect idea."

JP: He beamed, glad that he had apparently happened on something good.  "Well, if you like it I bet she'll like it.  I should probably use this as a reason to get to know her better at least."

Callie: "She's very sweet."  Callie nodded and looked around for more ideas.  "I honestly don't know what to make.  A bag seems too impersonal."

JP: "Well, lets see, he likes colour, unique bits of clothes, pretty much anything cyberpunk, music, movies...tin hats."

Callie: "Hmm.  Maybe a nice winter coat with colour?"  She went hunting for thicker materials that would line such a garment.  "It might work!  A whole matching outfit!  Bag, jacket, scarf, hat, mittens!"

JP: "You are quite the crafter, aren't you?"  He had to admit he was impressed.  "I'm no good at this stuff at all."

JP: "I can sew some, did Halloween costumes.  Anything beyond that has reached out of my realm of ability."

Callie: She did a twirl.  "Where do you think I get these clothes?  So expensive off the rack or even tailored!  If you need help, I am your fairy godmother!"

JP: "Oh thank you, you're going to save me from making this look like some sort of macaroni art sadness."  He grinned, clapping as she did a twirl.  "Might have to beg clothes sewing off of you once in a while, too."

Callie: "I'll be happy to help...I don't know his sizes for anything!"  She looked around in a panic.  she had so much to do now and so little time, and she didn't even have the basics.  "Want to steal some clothing for me?"

JP: "Oh I can do that easily."  With that Jean-Paul was off, back again with pants, shirt, and a hat for good measure.

Callie: "Oh, I love you!"  She grinned and set out the clothing on the table.  "Ok, I'm set - let's see what you need.  Glue gun, items, and her chalkboard...perhaps a whiteboard instead?  No screechy noises."

JP: "I'm here for love."  He proclaimed, taking a seat half on the table.  "This is true, dry erase and we can get coloured markers for her as well.  Will have to make something for her to carry all the markers in then.  Surely I can handle that...what goes well with her red?"  he turned to the fabric wall, puzzled over it.

Callie: "Not pink.  But maybe a deep orangey red with turquoise and a small bit of yellow for punch?  Or does she not like jewel tones?"

Callie: “I can't remember.  she seems pretty happy with whatever."

JP: "I'm afraid I don't know...but will use your advice anyway, I think."  He swung himself up, going for the fabrics.  "I think she'll be fairly easy.  Adam'll probably be quite happy with yours as well."  He poked at his fabric selection, deciding to just go for it and start cutting.

Callie: She eyeballed him.  "Measure that first!"  She handed over a measuring tape.  "Good thing I'm here to help you!"  She went back over to the table and found a pencil and paper and started sketching out ideas.  "Measure twice, cut once.â€

[JSherlock]

JP: Jean-Paul had mistletoe...and he was amused.

Max: Max, wearing maybe a little bit more than the rest in the room, placed the box marked 'xmas decoration' down and looked over to the tree. "That tree's naked."

Penny: Braving the depths of branches, Penny tried not to topple the tree while it did its best to bury the red girl with its needly mass. She nudged it several times, while the stem still refused to fit into the stand. Obviously it still needed some carving.

Greer: Greer was battling with untangling the lights, "Who put these away... they should be hanged..."

JP: "Well, it's time to fix that, isn't it?" He grinned up at the tree and Penny apparently doing battle with the tree. "I'm convinced there is no safe way to put away Christmas lights. They just want to be like that."

Max: "Ugh, christmas in winter, feels so unnatural." Max added while watching the tree shimmy and shake.

Greer: Greer raised an eyebrow at Max and decided to let that one go. "Sure there is but you need a cable wheel...."

Max: "Or a good pair of scissors," Max joked.

Penny: Unable to make a surprised sound, Penny merely froze and blinked instead, herself and tree tipping dangerously to one side until the whole affair came tumbling down. Flailing a bit, she eventually managed to tell up from down and poked out her head.

Greer: "You okay Penny?" Greer looked over at the tree destruction.

Max: Max stepped closer, "Need a hand, Penny?" he asked

Callie: Callie entered the room, pushing a large tea tray filled with baked goods (bought) and large mugs of hot chocolate, each with a peppermint stick as a twirler. "Happy Christmas, all! Hot chocolate break!"

JP: "We're unnatural people." Jean-Paul answered Max, moving to try to help Penn-oooh, chocolate! "Happy Christmas, you've brought delicious things."

Penny: Putting on an awkward smile, Penny reached down to fish for her chalkboard. "Sorry! Anyone hurt?"

Greer: "I'm not getting up til I find the end of this...." Greer was on a mission.

Callie: "I have! Store-bought but from a very lovely patisserie."

Max: "If anyone was hurt," Max told Penny, "Then their booboo can be fixed with the hot chocolate."

JP: "Fight the good fight, Greer. Never surrender." He gladly went for the chocolate, sighing happily as he took a drink then went to help with the tree.

Penny: Penny's smile turned into a grin when she spotted Callie with the tray, promptly leaping out of the felled - but otherwise unharmed - tree and bounding over to get a cup for herself. Which proved tricky as always, the cup deciding to make things difficult for her long, unwieldy claws.

Greer: Greer eyed Penny. "You want a straw, honey?"

Callie: "Oh, here, sweetie! I brought a bowl with a straw for you!" Callie took the bowl from the second tray on the cart.

Penny: Looking up, Penny thanked Greer and Callie with a smile, as the latter dipped the straw into her cup.

Greer: Finally she found the end of the string of lights. Half the battle was won! She sped up a little in her task.

Callie: "Sugar cookie?" She snagged one and went to inspect a large box of decorations. "How lovely!"

Max: Max sipped from his cup and shifted closer to Penny, "So... you still need to tell me what you want for christmas."

Penny: Penny watched Max while diligently sucking on the straw between her lips. Then she thoughtfully cocked her head, before putting down her cup. "I can be happy without things," she wrote in response.

Greer: Greer finally located the problem knot and the whole lot unravelled. "I win!" she announced triumphantly.

Max: "Hurray! Have a cup of chocolate! And a cookie!" Max cheered Greer, then turning back to Penny, "You sure? Because I got some extra bit of money that I can spend of stuff. You know, like presents."

Callie: "I'm making all of mine this year!"

Greer: Greer laid the lights out carefully so they wouldn't get tangled again then got up and went to pick up her cup of hot chocolate.

Penny: After carefully snatching a cookie between the tips of two claws, Penny resumed looking thoughtful while nibbling on the chocolaty goodness. "I never had a plush animal," she wrote after another moment of contemplation. "One that survived through a single cuddling, anyway."

Max: A grin grew on Max's face. Finally something he can buy. Now what plush animal could be tough enough to stay alive after a Penny cuddling...

Callie: She went over to the tree and inspected it. with the help of her powers, she got it upright and in its stand. She then made it grow fuller and taller, making it more confused than it already was. "Sorry, tree. Next year I'll see if we can't get a pretty fake one."

Greer: Greer settled down with her hot chocolate and a cookie, curling up a little way away from the others with them.

Max: "Atleast the tree didn't have a chipmunk or squirrel living in it." Maybe a leather plushie. Bondage Care Bear.

Penny: Smiling back at Max, Penny then watched in amazement as Callie moved the tree and even got it to stand upright. "Can't you fix it again when we no longer need it," she asked with the aid of her chalkboard, a hopeful expression on her face.

Callie: "I don't know...that is a bit beyond me. We can use it fully, so it won't go to waste."

Max: Reading what Penny wrote, Max suddenly wondered what she does if she ever ends up having to say a lot. Then he wondered how she would write a speech in front of a class. And then he wondered if there was something like an industrial strength plushie.

Greer: "So you're advocating slicing it up and burning it after?" Greer asked, munching on her cookie.

Max: "Ooor turning it into mulch... or something." Max added.

Greer: "Burning it would smell better...."

Penny: "We can make a nice fire with it to roast sweets," Penny suggested.

Callie: "Why not? It is just a plant. It is dead all ready, and by the time we're done it will have been completely useful."

JP: Jean-Paul decided he needed to make Penny a snuggle-proof teddy bear to give her as well as her present he had all ready made. "I am all for some roasting sweets."

Callie: "I have large marshmallows. I could not find the small ones."

Penny: Thinking about what Callie had said, Penny reconsidered and gave another suggestion. "Or we could use it to plant flowers when it has turned to mulch."

Callie: "That would work too."

JP: "Hot chocolate and marshmallows, now we just need some gingerbread for the hot chocolate, yeah?" He finished his current cup of chocolate off, deciding to take a string of lights and move for the tree.

Greer: Mmm gingerbread. "I like ginger bread."

Penny: Penny suckled on the hot chocolate straw after making the cookie disappear, before facing the tree once more. She considered helping with the lights, but the thin string and her claws certainly wouldn't agree with each other. So she went to look for pretty things to decorate it with instead.

Max: Max downed the last couple of sips of his hot chocolate then jumped for the string of tinsel hanging out of the box, wrapping it around Penny.

JP: Speed decorating was on! Well, as far as the lights were concerned. Jean-Paul hopped back, plugging them in in hopes that they would still work. "Victory!"

Callie: "Yay!

Max: "Shiny blinky shininess."

Penny: Penny whirled around with a grin on her face when the tinsel tickled her skin. Naturally, all she accomplished by that was getting wrapped up in the glittery strings.

Greer: Greer giggled at Penny, "Oooh let's decorate Penny!"

Callie: "How pretty!" Callie lifted out an old wooden bauble and hung it on the tree.

JP: "Oh hey, I'm for decorating Penny." There was much more tinsel where that came from. Jean-Paul grabbed a fistful of it and gave it a toss.

Penny: Ending up sitting on the ground, with strands of tinsel hanging from her spiky hair, she looked at the others with big eyes while trying to liberate herself from the sticky mess - only to somehow end up with even more of it on herself.

Greer: Greer giggled and pulled out her phone to snap a picture, "That's adorable!"

Max: "Don't give me that, you like being shiny." Max told Penny, then did his part in decorating the actual tree. He hung a red and gold patterned bauble.

JP: A bit of shifty side-eye in play, Jean-Paul decided Callie would be the next victim of speed tinseling.

Greer: Greer took a picture of that too.

Callie: Callie stepped back form putting another green and silver ornament up when she found herself in a storm of tinsel. "Noooo!" she wailed, trying to pull the slivers of whatever silver shiny paper it was made out of. "It clashes with my skin!"

Greer: "It looks spectacular!"

Penny: Shaking her head from side to side only managed to get the tinsel tangled up in her hair, so Penny decided that it could stay where it was for now. Stalking Max seemed much more promising for the moment, grabbing two large claws full of glittery things to help her out.

Penny: Pouncing him to wrap the tinsel around the quilled boy got just as much stuck on him as it added to her own collection, however, as the sticky stuff refused to let go of her fingers.

JP: "Everyone should have a little bit of shine to them." To make the point he went ahead and gave himself the tinsel baptism.

Greer: Two more pictures were snapped. Greer grinned at her collection and her lack of tinsel.

Callie: Callie stuck her tongue out and tried to get the stuff off. "This is horrible!"

Greer: "It's pretty!"

Max: "Argh! Noo, now I look like a fancy hedgehog at a parade."

Penny: "Then you need some, too!" Penny barely took the time to scribble those words before moving on to assault Greer with tinsel, as well.

Callie: Callie grabbed the packet of tinsel from JP and dumped the whole thing over Greer.

JP: "I don't know, it looks like you have tiny shiny flags all over. It's actually quite fun." And now there was a tinsel explosion. Jean-Paul ran through the assaults, grabbing a bit himself and deciding to go decorate the rest of the room as he did. "Does this count as decorating or trashing it?"

Greer: Greer eeped and flailed at the double dose of tinsel. She shook her head til the pile fell off and onto her shoulders, managing to get her arm out, "Someone take a picture?" she held out her phone.

Callie: "Trashing, I suppose." Callie extricated herself from tinsel town and took the phone. "I'll do it!"

Penny: Not daring to touch the delicate phone with her claws, Penny focused on helping to find Greer's face inside the tinsel-pile.

Callie: She started snapping away, thinking she should have brought her camera. She got one of everyone ad the tree.

JP: "Well, it's quite fun trashing!" Jean-Paul tossed more, very tempted to do a run-by of the rest of the school.

Penny: Looking around, Penny found out that they pretty much decorated everything but the tree so far.

Greer: "Can you un-trash me so I can help?"

Penny: Deciding to be helpful, Penny started to carefully slice away at the worst of the tinsel, even nibbling on some to drag it away with her teeth.

JP: "Just shake?" He tried to take his own advice but it was less than successful but still fired ahead, coming to the tree. "We should have put the topper on before we stood it up, shouldn't we have?"

Callie: She handed the phone back to Greer and went back to decorating the trre, blowing some tinsel out of her face.

Greer: "I can climb it...." she took the phone back.

Max: "At least there's blinking lights on the tree, and a pair of balls hanging there at the bottom. That should count as something."

JP: "I'll hand the star up to you then?" He eyed the tree, wondering just how strong the top of it was.

Greer: "Sure... or... can't you fly?"

Penny: Penny nodded and went to find something for Greer to put on the top of the tree. Peeking into one of the boxes revealed a hollowed out pumpkin. That didn't seem to be in the right place.

JP: "I'm afraid to kick up all the tinsel. It could be disasterous."

Callie: "Well, wait." she made the tree bend down "Ok, now put the topper on."

Greer: "... Well that's no fun at all."

Max: "But it is efficient."

JP: "Look at Callie and her sensible suggestions. I wanted to tree a catgirl." He grinned though, going ahead and popping the star right on.

Callie: "Sorry! I'm used to getting this all done so we can relax by a fire and stay up all night."

Penny: After she didn't find anything she liked, Penny looked around the room and smiled when she noticed the stack of firewood by the fireplace. She headed over to pick out some pretty looking logs of wood.

JP: "So, what do you usually do for Christmas?" He asked the room, finally pleased at the state of the star after fiddling the crookedness out of it.

Callie: "We do not do much - stay home, cozy and warm drinking hot chocolate with lots of cookies and stories."

Penny: Penny sat down next to the tree, crossed her legs, and put the pieces of firewood in her lap. "We always used to have a nice evening with everyone from the charity and all the people we cared for," she wrote on her chalkboard. "One time there were no trees anywhere and we used a cactus."

JP: "We went ice skating a lot of the time. The rink would open up for free around Christmas." He laughed at the cactus bit as he read it. "Sounds like a good time."

Greer: "For the last few years... not a whole lot..." she frowned. "Last year I tried visiting my parents... didn't go well."

JP: He cringed at that. "Sorry to hear it. Do you have anything to do with them now?"

Greer: "Only Simon, Billy's on mom's side...." she picked up another cookie, "I mean... I figured I should try, they thought I was dead for two years so you'd think they'd just be pleased I'd show up."

Penny: Penny gave a Greer a sympathetic look. "That's sad," she scribbled on her chalkboard, complete with an unhappy smiley face.

Greer: She shrugged, "Not really surprising... they're not keen on the whole orange and black thing I have going on..."

Penny: "This year you can celebrate with us," she added after cleaning her board, this time accompanied by a much happier smiley face. "It will be great!"

Max: "Christmas at my place is stay up past midnight on christmas eve, open presents, head to bed, wake up to enjoy presents, go to church, come back and start with christmas lunch, which is kind of like sunday lunch but we use the fancy plates and glasses."

Greer: Greer smiled at Penny, "Yep and free of awkward dinner conversation for Scott.... I really should get him something to aplogise for last year."

JP: "Oh yeah, the lunch is always awesome...we're going to be cooking after we decorate here, yeah? I could use a whole lot of Christmas stuff."

Max: "No way I'm cooking, that's a chick's job."

Penny: "I finally get to spend Christmas with my sister!" Penny held up her chalkboard once more, smiling excitedly at the others.

Callie: "You can cook, JP, I'll um. Set the table?"

JP: "...oh you didn't just say that, Prickle." He gave Max an amused side-eye and smiled at Penny. "That is a big plus for me as well."

Greer: Greer looked at little sad. She missed her brother. She picked up another cookie and went to sit down on her own again.

Callie: "I am a chick and you do not want to eat the food I prepare!" She tossed some tinsel she'd managed to get off herself at him.

Max: "Actually my stepbrother and I kept being chased out of the kitchen by my stepmom and step aunt and the stepcousin... not sure what you call the family. So yeah, don't blame me, blame the people who raised me."

Penny: "I'm only good at cutting veggies," Penny wrote for the others, before she turned her attention to the project at hand, picking up a piece of firewood.

JP: "Well, if you ever want to learn how to cook I'll be glad to teach." That went out to all. "Though I'll warn you I'm pretty picky about food once in a while."

Max: "And I'm just pretty prickly apparently."

Greer: "Dad's kind of a chef... I know how to cook... I just don't bother much of the time.... I can eat meat raw."

Callie: "Dad does some cooking, but we have a chef - he's very good."

Max: "I think anyone can eat meat raw.... except chicken and pork, that I atleast know. I miss biltong."

Greer: "I don't have that problem either... I can eat anything."

Callie: "Biltong? What is that?"

Max: "Dried and cured meat. South african delicacy. Kind of like the american beef jerky, only.... how do you say in english.... better."

Penny: "I eat everything," Penny informed the others, before returning to slicing bits of wood off from the piece in her hands.

JP: "Oh I can eat anything but when I'm cooking I'm pretty particular. Just sort of orderly or something I suppose."

Max: "What's it going to be?" Max asked Penny.

Callie: "Ah. I have not eaten Beef Jerky or Biltong."

Greer: "Beef is better fresh... and still bleeding."

Max: "Make mine medium to rare."

JP: "So can we assume whoever gets the wood carving got a Penny original?"

Callie: "I do love steak tartare!"

Penny: "Figurines for the Christmas tree," Penny let Max know, pausing long enough to write down her reply. "I hope they turn out pretty."

Callie: "I bet they'll look really nice, Penny. Though we are going to need more firewood."

Greer: "I'm sure they'll look lovely, sweetie." Greer gave her a smile.

Max: "Oh, you mean like the christmas story? Baby santa under the christmas tree with rudolph shining his nose so bright to signal the three wise elves where they are, who are each bringing a gift for the new pudgy born. Tinsel, blinking lights and a christmas card?"

Max: "Now that would make excellent figurines."

Greer: Greer just looked at Max, eyebrow slightly raised.

Callie: "I don't think that is how the story goes."

JP: "...I would pat your head but I'm afraid you'll want a special hug."

Max: "A nice tight one."

Callie: "Ouchies."

Penny: Penny cocked her head and put on a wry smile. "I can try..." she scribbled with one hand.

JP: "Now I sort of wish I had drawn you for my secret santa just so I could have made your quills little soft sleeves or something."

Max: "You knit as well?" Max asked. "He cooks, he cleans, he decorates and knits. Gonna make someone a happy groom one of these days?"

JP: "Why yes I will, I'm glad you recognize my quality."

Greer: Greer giggled, "I told you you're a girl...."

Callie: "You are some sort of superman, JP!"

JP: Jean-Paul looked to Greer, giving her a look that definitely was not filled with holiday spirit.

Greer: Greer grinned back. Her work here was done.

JP: "One of these days I'll sheer you and I'll give you a badly sewn afghan."

Greer: "I wouldn't do that. I know where you sleep."

JP: "You assume I stay in my own bed that often?" He smirked going back to decorating the tree.

Greer: "You assume I didn't learn your scent already."

JP: "...quit smelling me, that's really creepy."

Penny: Sitting inside a circle of wood chippings, Penny held up her first figurine to give it a scrutinizing look. She tried to decide whether it look more like an angel or a very large beetle.

Greer: "And I win again!" She laughed.

JP: "If winning is being creepy and smelling people I think I'll stick to well cooked meals and decorating."

Greer: "It's not creepy, it's neccessary. I'm a feral mutant, I have a bad memory for names. Smells are better."

Callie: "I am creeped out, too. At least, do I smell good?"

JP: "You're meaty. You might not like the answer to that."

Greer: Greer nodded, "Yep, you smell very nice. Most people do.... only mean people smell bad really."

Penny: Penny shifted towards Callie and curiously leaned closer.

Greer: Greer couldn't help giggling at Penny. She was adorable.

Callie: "Er...it's my perfume. Chanel 5."

Greer: Greer shapeshifted and had a sniff of Callie, "Nope. It's not the perfume."

Penny: Penny gave Callie's neck a very brief lick, before leaning back with a smile. "It smells good," she wrote down. "I like it."

JP: Well...that was something, wasn't it? "Here, maybe you need this so you can do that to more people." He held out the mistletoe to Penny.

Callie: "I love mistletoe. So much fun."

Penny: Titling her head sideways, Penny gave the mistletoe a curious look.

Greer: "You'd be amazed what you can tell about someone from how they smell.... showering doesn't always cover it all up." She leaned and sniffed at JP just because.

Callie: "I don't want to know!"

Greer: She grinned fangily at Callie.

JP: "Anything interesting then?" He looked to Greer expectantly. "It's sort of like getting your palm read but not absolute silliness."

Greer: "Nothing I didn't already know."

Penny: Penny carefully took the mistletoe between two clawed fingers, careful not to cut it by accident. At first she gave it a scrutinizing look, then sniffed it curiously, and eventually settled on nibbling one edge for a bit.

JP: "Aw, come on, share?" He gave a bit of a pout.

Callie: "It is poisonous! Don't eat it!"

JP: "Oh, oh , yeah, nooo eating the mistletoe. Not a good idea. Just put it over anyone you'd like to kiss...or in your case, lick sometimes."

Penny: Penny stopped the nibbling and looked between JP and Callie. "I never had a kiss-twig at any Christmas before," she wrote for them.

JP: "Well...new traditions?"

Greer: Greer sniffed a little more at JP, "Are you suuuuuure you want me to say?"

Callie: Callie very very carefully gave Penny a tiny kiss on the cheek.

JP: "Do I smell like a bad person or something?" He sniffed his wrist, wondering what bad smelt like.

Greer: "Well I was just wondering if Adam or Reed would want me to say.... oh wait too late." She grinned.

JP: "...yeah, might not want to spread that one around. I'm not sure what either of them would feel about that being common knowledge, actually."

Callie: "You naughty boy! But not to worry, I won't say."

Greer: She laughed, "Well you asked...." she sniffed again, there was a familiar scent she hadn't smelled in a while too, "And you smell like Rogue..." she cocked her head on one side.

Penny: Smiling at JP, Penny nodded and decided to give it a try. She held it above Greer's head and waited for something to happen. Moments later, a frown appeared on her face. "I think it's broken," she wrote on her chalkboard.

Penny: She turned to look at Callie and grinned. "Oh, now it works," she added.

JP: "Yeah...not for the same reasons." He thought he'd clarify that right away. "Sometimes you have to be patient with the mistletoe. And if it doesn't work just go ahead and do it yourself. Makes it happy."

Greer: Greer looked at Penny, lifted her arm to raise the mistletoe again and kissed her on the cheek.

JP: "It's mistletoe magic!" Jean-Paul clapped, quite amused.

Penny: Penny grinned at Greer, too. "I think I just wasn't doing it right."

Callie: "But now you know how to do it, so let the kissing begin!"

Penny: Penny eagerly bounced up and down with an excited grin on her face. She couldn't wait to try out the mistletoe with the rest of the school.

JP: He looked to the others and smirked, knowing that they had created a monster.

Greer: Greer patted Penny fondly on the head and shifted out of her fur since it was rubbing uncomfortably on her clothes.

Callie: Callie dimpled devilishly. "So, hold it up high over your head and watch the magic happen, or hold it over someone else's head..."

Penny: Penny nodded in response to the explanation - it sounded easy enough and quite fun. Next she jumped to her feet, proceeded to hold the mistletoe first over JP's, then Max's head, and put a gently kiss on each boy's cheek.

Penny: "I'll try it out in class!" She hastily scribbled the words on her chalkboard, before bounding out of the room, waving the mistletoe about.

Callie: "Oh dear."

Greer: "Why do I have a feeling this is gonna come back to bite us in the ass...?"

JP: "I don't know, I think this is going to be awesome."

[Ferguson]

Jules took the pool cue as she dropper her coat onto the nearest bar-chair and walked over to the bar-table. She threw down a 50 dollar bill and smiled. "Who thinks they can beat Lightspeed!"

"At pool? I'm afraid I've never been much of a player." Jean-Paul considers the money though but shakes his head. Gambling was just nothing that ever set too comforting with him just because he imagined himself losing far too much.

Callie shook her head. "I do not gamble."

"Aw, c'mon!" Jules whined. She looked to Greer or Darren. "Someone? Someone daring?"

"Huh? Wha'?" Darren looked over from where he was trying to arrange renting Vitos ... it was hard trying to talk business with someone who kept on waving a machete at the slightest noise, ".. Naaah, Jay's the gambler, lady luck doesn't favour me so much."

"Is he always like this?" Jean-Paul nodded to Vito, watching him carefully. Sure, one had to be prepared for tentacle violators but...Jesus.

"I dunno, this is the first zombie invasion I've ever seen him in, it could be normal given the circumstances?"

Greer looked over at the pool table and frowned, "What do I win?"

"Fine..." She stuffed the fifty into her pocket and started racking the balls anyways. "Okay well, we're still playing..." She wondered how much Tequila she would need tonight.

"Nothing now, Greer, offer's off the table. It would've been the whole pot if you matched the bet. However, now you just win the glory."

"I don't want money..."

"Look ... a wedding ... WED-DING, with bridesmaids and best man speeches!" Darren tried to emphasis, "We want to hire the club for the VEN-UE!"

"I find it really uncomforting we're numbering zombie invasions. Does anyone else find that very uncomforting?"

Darren grinned at JP, "You just made the newbie face."

"We're numbering invasions? Since when? What number are we on?"

"I'd rather be new to zombie invasions. I don't want it to get old hat."

"Technically ... two."

"They're creepy!" Callie sipped her drink and looked around. Great. She'd come out to have fun, not worry.

"Two.... right... that's okay... better than like... five...."

"Very creepy." He had to agree, finishing his drink and pulling a face again.

Jules situated herself over to the bar before she lined up a shot. She looked at her watch knowing in just a few minutes her latest customer, the only one
stupid enough to be in town really, would be showing up for some of that sweet, sweet nectar.

"Vito!" She called. He almost hacked her head off when he jumped to face her. "GAH! I just want an appletini, man! Don't Machete Me Bro!"

"...I think he's cracked." Jean-Paul watched this Vito character carefully, arching an eyebrow as he wandered behind the bar, muttering about tentacles, the mafia, and shotguns.

Darren should probably give up ... he didn't seem to be getting through ... but damnit! He was not missing a chance on a possible 'crazed by the end of days' price reduction.

Vito pointed a fat finger at Darren. "Your wedding, no zombies, or you pay for damages."

"... I just pay for damages?"

Jules rose her fist in a fit of glory. "DAMAGES!"

"You're a good customer, you kids, you drink plenty and I ask no questions. Don't burn it down."

"Fire bad." Greer put in. "Totally with you there."

"Don't burn it all down?" She bargained.

"I don't burn. I grow!"

".... YEEEEESSSS!" Darren punched the air, free venue! "Can I have that in writing sir?"

Callie blinked. Perhaps water for the next two rounds.

"Fine, fine, get paper." They had better drink a lot though or Vito would not be pleased.

Darren flailed around for some paper and a pen, eventually he found both ... well ... a pen and a napkin.

Jules kept her mouth shut about napkins having never held up in court for legal contract, knowing perfectly well they could trust Vito... until she flipped a table over or something like that.

The door opened and caused Vito to grip his machete again and growl but only one of the scuzzier regulars made their way in, practically making a bee's line for Julie; definitely needing what she had.

Darren was waving the pen and napkin under Vito's nose, Selene was going to be so pleased with him!

Now they just needed to loot her a nice dress and find someone to perform the ceremony.

Julie smiled and flashed the boy a coy smile. "I'm gonna go to the ladies powder room, sir... would you like to accompany me to the door, I don't trust myself."

The customer's eyes darted from one side to another, acting considerably more squirrlier than he normally did for such drops...money was hard to come by in a deserted city, after all. "Um, yeah, sure."

Greer raised an eyebrow as she watched Julie and sipped her drink.

"So, when are you two going to do the wedding?" Jean-Paul asked Darren but he was watching the newcomer as well, not sure what his problem was.


Darren ignored the newb, to intent on getting his free venue, "Dunno, I mean, hopefully after the zombiegeddon since my family want to come up for the ceremony, but we need to find somewhere that'll marry us first ... lot of places aren't to keen on renting out to mutants see."

She led Captain Scuzzball over to the girls room door and pushed it open with her foot. She turned the light switch on and spun around to face him. "Okay, well first, I need some paper. Girls gotta wipe, y'know?" She put her hands out and made a motion for "paper".

"I...I don't have none."

"Y'know? Paper? I need paper to make this deposit." She loved screwing with people. This analogy was so twisted.

"Any kind of paper. Green paper? It's rectangular? It can have famous politicians on it? Preferably ones who discovered electricity?"

"I don't have anything...I can write a check but no banks'll cash anything, nobody's open an' FEMA sure as hell isn't cashing anything."

She looked to him with a raised eyebrow. "Hold on, I need to pee..." She shut the door in his face. Wow, this one takes the cake...

Jean-Paul nodded. "Yeah, I do remember that being a problem. Probably more down here than at home."

"Please, ya gotta help me. I've been your customer forever. You know I'm good for it, yeah?"

"Just kidnap a priest and tell him you'll eat him if he doesn't marry you, how hard can it be?"

"I don't know, threatening a man of the cloth with cannibalism seems awfully damning."

"... One, neither Selene and I are religious, and two, neither of us are keen on spending our honeymoon in seperate prisons for kidnapping."

"Well kidnap a justice of the peace instead and Selene can just mind wipe them afterwards. Dude, you're dating a telepath what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Forge a license and be done with it."

Julie sighed. She opened the door and looked him in the face. "Good for it? How's about you're good for being decked in the face if you think this business is the kind of mockery you are making it out to be." She said in a quick whisper. "You want the stuff? You need to give money."

"Forgive me for not wanting to start my married life with seedy mind-raping," Darren rolled his eyes ... though Callie's suggestion of a forgery might be leading onto something ...

Greer shrugged, "You're the one complaining about how hard it is..."

He tried worming his way inside the bathroom, wanting away from the crowd just in case. That one guy had a machete. "There ain't none to be had!"

"Then there ain't no stuff lunk head! Hey!" She tried to push back. "This is a ladies room!" The door couldn't be shut, he was already too far inside.

Callie looked up at the yelling. "Oh dear."

Greer frowned, putting down her drink, "You okay, Julie?"

"Um...should we do something?" Jean-Paul looked worried.

"Just give it to me!" He made a grab for her pockets, knowing something had to be there.

"Hey! Hey! No raping in my wedding venue, I'm sure that'd jinx my marriage," Darren called over.

Jules stumbled back as the door shut. "Oh, not again!" Julie grabbed him by his jacket and threw him, forehead first, into the airdryer. She then zipped over to him and grabbed him by his stringy, long hair and began punching his chin.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off her!" Greer stood up.

"Julie! For God's sake!" She headed for the bathroom.

At the commotion Darren's head snapped around, "Hey! That was a joke, no real raping seriously! What the fuck's going on there?"

"I don't think we should be worrying about her exactly." Jean-Paul cringed as the door swung back and forth, showing a bit of the scene that was going on in there.

Jules reached her hands around his throat and began to strangle him. She felt the force, the power, of withholding life and precious breath. She began to bang the back of his head into the sink. "You fuck!"

Darren craned his head around, "... Jesus Christ! No murdering in me wedding venue either!"

Greer shapeshifted and pushed the bathroom door open, "Julie! LET GO!"

That would definitely cast a dark shadow over the celebrations.

Jean-Paul zipped in, trying to get a hold of Julie's hands as to not have a murder...especially as Vito was yelling now and the machete was waving very angrily.

Greer caught Julie around the waist and tried to pull her off the guy.

"NO!" She shouted, kicking at Tigra. "I'm not going to let these sickos think they can walk all over me!" She tried one of the martial arts chops she had been shown recently, right across his face, knocking him down to the floor, his head hitting the toilet on the way down. She picked him up again by his hair, his mumbling now becoming a plea, and tried to push his head into the water.

"Julie! You can't do this! It's fucking illegal!" She tightened her grip, careful with her claws, and pulled harder.

"It's beyond that, he can't even defend himself, it's just cruel!"

"Herraaaaaaahhh!" She didn't care about illegal. She let her rainbow power shielding flicker nice and bright and even used its force as she brought a punch down on the back of his head.

Greer let go of Julie at the bright light. That hurt!

"Oh fucking-" Darren was forced to try and hold the crazed Vito back from jumping over the bar and hacking away at the other students, "We'll pay for damages man! We'll pay! It's cool!"

Her skin began to almost absorb the light of the rainbow shielding, taking on the various shades of the color spectrum.

"Julie! I'm warning you!" The feral was pissed.

She looked to Tigra with malicious eyes, violet and shining. "Or what!?"

Tigra hissed at her, "Don't think I won't take you down!"

"Just hit her over the head with someone, fuck knows it won't damage anything important!" Darren called over.

She grabbed Captain Dickhead and tossed him back across the bathroom. "Mutants everywhere have it hard! I do the one thing that I can do that makes me a living, that I can always have as a job because no one can take it away from me for being what I am, and you think I'll let him take my money?"

"You can't just kill people, Julie!"

She pointed to the groaning body of ouch on the floor. "Get it in your fucking head! These people don't care about us! They want us for what we have and when they t hink we're not useful they become afraid of us and use us!"

Callie kept back. She couldn't do anything. Please just stop!"

She ran over and kicked him once more for good measure. "User!" she shouted.

"How the hell was this about being a mutant, you just brutalized him because he couldn't pay up." Jean-Paul, despite serious misgivings about this, now had a toilet seat to defend himself just in case.

"And this is helping how?! This is exactly what they're scared of, Julie!" She leapt over Julie and landed by the man on the floor, crouching over him protectively.

"Yes, because drug addicts are usually so thoughtful and polite," Darren muttered, getting Vito to settle back down by pouring him a large whiskey.

"They're scared that they don't know how to respect us for what we are!" She said pointedly. "Better."

Vito was very thankful for whiskey. It helped a lot.

"You don't get respect until you earn it Julie. This is not the way."

Jean-Paul tried to pull the victim for the evening away while they were talking, at least trying to get him out of the bathroom. He couldn't help but watch Julie carefully though. She was crazy if this was how she acted.

"No, Tigra you're mistaken. YOU earn respect, I demand it." She looked to the door and then to Vito. She pulled out a solid wad of 100's and dropped 5 down. Then she looked to Darren and frowned. She dropped the whole wad. "He's not with me, don't take it out on him." She said to Vito.

Tigra's eyes flashed and she pounced on Julie.

Vito roared and the machete waved again. "No more! You kill each other out of my bar!"

Darren quicky snatched the wad and shoved it into Vito's shirt pocket, "See? All better now ... and oh look, the two younge ladies are fighting now, with any luck the neko will claw blondie's clothes off and everything with be better, right?" he topped up Vito's whiskey, patted the man on the head before going over to help JP with dragging the druggie.

"...You have a good point." Vito was calm again, smiling at Darren and patting his shoulder.

Jules hit the floor and groaned. She turned to Tigra and then to JP and then to Vito. "Tigra... if you know what's best... you will stop now... before I have to kill you."

She was angry, she didn't know what she was saying. She knew she would never do it, but she needed a threat scary enough to get the human tiger off of her.

Tigra growled at her, "Don't threaten me, Julie. And don't think I can't hurt you. You can't talk to people like that."

"I don't suppose you're any good at first aide and beyond?" Jean-Paul asked as he looked up to Darren. His eyes soon fell back onto Julie though, just in case.

"Should I call the school for help?" She felt so utterly useless, so maybe a small help of offering to help would be useful.

"They're not people, they're sheep... and the X-Men want to be the fleas that rely on them for their own survival. I'd rather be a dog, and show the sheep who could actually be in charge." She used her hand to push Tigra up a little, just enough to use her ability to zip out of her grasp.

"Actually, I am," Darren smiled at Callie, "Don't worry, you can help plenty, see if Vito has some water and clean cloths and get the first aid kid from behind the bar for me?" he asked her.

She streaked over to the door and saluted the group. "Watch where you step from here on in, they'll be looking to get you." With that, she was gone, her streak blurring away.

Tigra sighed, sitting up and running a hand through her hair, debating the wisdom of following Julie to find out just what the hell was going on.

"Ok." Callie did as asked, and came back with the items, with a small smile.

Darren watched her go, "... That girl is fucking whacked."

"I'm worried about her...."

"Absolutely insane. Anyone who is going to attack people like this...this is bad."

"You think I should go after her? I can track her easy...."

"If she gets eaten by zombies it's Darwinism," Darren said, taking the kit off Caillie with a smile of thanks and starting to tend to the guy's injuries.

"I'm not worried about the zombies... I think she's in some kind of trouble.... she's not herself at all...."

"... And luckily she's all speed and no power, guy's a bit concussed but apart from that he's fine, it's mostly superficial damage here."

"Don't think it'd be a good idea to go after her now...maybe she'll calm down." Jean-Paul tried to sound confident on that but...yeah, this was insane. "You mean she's completely off her cabbage...Hey now, us runners have some power...oh dieu, I'm sharing a power with a rainbow coloured crazy."

"I just don't want her to do something stupid... well... stupider...."

"I'm not saying all zippers are puny, it's just she punches like ... well ... a girl."

"An absolutely batshit one."

"I feel like we should check on her..."

"With no regards for anyone else's matrimonial plans," Darren started bandaging, "Look Tiggy, you wanna go running after her into zombie land, by my guest, just don't expect us to come with you."

"Yeah, more worried about the brutalized man at the moment to be truthful."

"I'm worried about her...." she got to her feet, sighing at yet another pair of ruined shoes. "I'm gonna go look for her..." she picked up her coat.

"We've got things here, go on." Jean-Paul nodded, looking back at the man again. "So...who do we even call now for something like this?"

"The police?"

Tigra waved distractedly over her shoulder as she headed out the door, picking up Julie's scent and following it away down the street.

"There's no one left to call," Darren grunted, "we just gotta do the best we can, he should be okay though once the concussion passes."

[Svartfreja]

Lorna: Lorna pulled the van up to the front steps of the school. "We've got a garage for your bike if you like. It's pretty safe in there...people have been known to hotwire cars or use trucks for more personal activity but generally it's no harm no foul."

Gambit: Following the van, Gambit couldn't help but give a low whistle (unheard over the sound of his engine) as they pulled up to this "Xavier's" place. Stopping beside the van, he gave an appreciative nod. "You guys know how t' live, I'll give y' dat."

Tigra: "Best part is it's all free." Tigra climbed out of the van and shook herself off. Riding around in the back of it always rubbed her fur up the wrong way.

Darren: "Yep, though trust me, the know if you start trying to sell the laptops and shit man," Darren said, climbing out and helping Selene down.

Jay: Jay had been enjoying a quiet smoke when he'd spotted the van and - ooooh. That looked like a new person. Cigarette in mouth, he pushed himself off, circling over the group. "Hey hey amis, y'all bought dinner back? Ah'm starvin' an' dere ain' no spicy chicken left." He landed, tucking the wings behind him and eyeing the new guy curiously. "Bonjou. Dey drug ya?"

Tigra: "Can't promise you chicken but I can catch you something that resembles a bird if you want?" Tigra offered, stretching a little.

Darren: "Been driven to canabalism already, bro?" Darren waved at the flying man.

Gambit: Free? How the hell did they manage that? This place must've cost a fortune to run. Climbing off his bike, though still leaning on the handlebars, his devil-eyes cast over the building. Another game over, and his voice... Remy'd recognise it anywhere. "Non, l'homme. Vous êtes du Bayou?"

Lorna: "Well, Xavier's pretty well loaded so that's how." Lorna admitted with a laugh, ing up the steps. "Jay, there we go, now we're having a Cajun reunion."

Jay: "Hey garcon." Jay grinned easily. "Always. Don' make me tell y'all what Ah do t' turkey." He turned to the new guy, eyes wide. "Wé, ami! Et tu? Je suis-" He grinned sheepishly at Lorna. "Ah, shaddap. Ah'm a long way from home, remember."

Darren: "Nothing's stoppin' ya from going back there, cockatiel," Darren teased, waving to Selene as she headed back inside ... that ring looked damn good on her finger.

Tigra: "Except the horrible zappy invisible wall around the city..."

Gambit: Gambit chuckled. "Sorry, cherie. We keep de home language down for now, non?" he said to Lorna, smiling, before turning back to the newcomer with interest. try as he might, he was quite unable to stop himself looking over his unusual body. "Happy t' be hearin' a decent accent again, I tell y'."

Lorna: "Reno's farther but I've not felt the need to don any of your feathers for a showgirl costume...yet anyway. Maybe I should borrow something for anniversary time or Bobby's birthday." Lorna had a good laugh. "yeah, watch the wall thinger...that's just not kosher though I guess we can jet it well enough."

Jay: "Ah know - it's bin too long. An' you an' Bobby have too many of my moltin's, ami, no more." He laughed. "An' oui...name's Joshua, by d' way, but mos' round here call me Jay." He held out a hand to the new guy.

Gambit: "Re- Gambit," he corrected himself swiftly, the familiarity of a Cajun accent making him feel more comfortable than he should. He shook Jay's hand firmly, liking this place a little more with another Cajun in residence.

Lorna: "Now, that's some nice bonding all ready." Lorna skipped a few of the steps and caught the door. "Shall we begin the grand tour?"

Gambit: "Oui, cherie. Okie t' leave de bike here f' now?" he asked, not wanting to take it to the garage just yet. He was much too eager to see inside the house... and see if all the women at Xavier's were as attractive as those he'd already met.

Darren: Darren shot the boy a sidelong glance, "Maybe we should start with Cess' office?"

Jay: "Non - she's busy an' uh...y'll never get him out." Jay grinned knowingly. "Break d' boy in gently."

Gambit: "Trust me, de last thing Gambit needs is breakin' in gently," he said, though not quite intending it to come out sounding as it did. Ah well, there was no taking it back now.

Tigra: "... Let's just get inside..."

Darren: Darren let out a quiet snort of laughter.

Lorna: "I think I should either be paid more or fired for the things I know and hear." Lorna hurried in at that.

Jay: "Oh oui?" Jay raised an eyebrow at that. "Ah'm gonna hafta see dat for myself some day. F' now, let's get inside - it's fuckin' cold an' Ah want coffee." He paused. "Ah got chicory, if y'all fancy...?"

Tigra: "I'm gonna go... put some pants and a shirt on..." she headed for the stairs.

Gambit: Silently cursing his choice of language, Remy followed the group in, keeping close to his fellow Cajun. Stepping inside, it was clear that this place was loaded. You could tell just from the panelling on the walls, the finish to the ceiling. Way above Remy's standards/

Lorna: "Yeah, can understand that...still no big fan of winter." Lorna groused, shaking the show off of her shoes. "So, what do you think so far?"

Jay: "Oh, Lorna? Dat music essay? It's gonna be late, ami - Ah messed up an' did d' wrong thing on it an' had t' restart. My fault f' tryna do it at butt a.m. in d' mornin'." Jay smiled sheepishly, hand going through his red hair. "Feel free t' dock my grade accordingly."

Gambit: "Thinkin' it's a good t'ing Gambit's here as a guest, otherwise he'd be breakin' in here t'night.."

Lorna: "Hey, not a problem. I'm not grading anything until break's over so you've got time." Lorna brushed the essay worries aside. "And definitely good to come in this way as that way."

Jay: Jay shot him a grin. "Good luck gettin' t'rough dem security gates an' shit, ami, Darren an' Selene monitor every inch of dis place twenty-four seven. Den dere's d' fact most of dis school don' take kindly t' havin' shit stolen..." He winked. "Still, if y'all here to stay, it's a sweet deal, trus' me."

Lorna: "We've had...problems with break-ins before. Maybe you can help out sometime by testing our security and so forth?"

Gambit: "Never said I was here t' stay," Gambit pointed out, not wanting any of them to think he'd committed to anything as he wandered along, still taking it all in and mentally tallying the worth of the place. "And ain't met a system yet I can't get t'rough."

Jay: "Ain't met d' guy yet dat can beat Darren, ami." Jay chuckled, shaking his head. "But y'all wanna try, be my guest, homme - jus' watch out for dem pidgeons, awright?" He clapped Gambit on the shoulder. "Eh, whether y're stayin' as a guest or stayin' for a while, y'll be welcome here, s' long as you don' push your luck."

Lorna: "Well, we'll have to test you on that." Lorna smiled and turned to attempt to give a tour. "Right, down that away is the most important room, kitchen."

Gambit: Remy cast a glance over at Darren, wondering just what it was that made this guy so formidable. Electrics, hadn't they said? As if electrics could stop a son of Jean-Luc LeBeau. Still, he'd keep that to himself for now, making his way into the kitchen. "What's de policy on drinkin'?" he asked curiously.

Darren: "... Sorry I zoned out there a sec," darren shook his head, "What're we talking about again?"

Jay: "Hard an' often, ami. Hard an' often."

Jay: "...D' drinkin', dat is."

Darren: "Oh, yeah, just don't raid the teacher's kitchen for booze, they get angry and wrathful if you do ... detention's the easiest you could get off."

Tigra: Greer slid back down the handrail to get down the stairs, glad in her usual lack of clothing - a halter top and hotpants. But she'd acquired shoes and done away with the fur. "You guys didn't get far..."

Darren: "We started talking booze."

Jay: "Eh, Ah have a store of La Fee Vert if y'all are in d' mood. Mates from N' Orleans send it up."

Gambit: "Dat's what I like t' hear," Remy replied, grinning approvingly. Tigra reappeared, Gambit unable to help himself but give her an appreciating once-over. She looked good in skin. "Thinkin' Gambit might need a welcome party, non?"

Tigra: "Oooh party! Let's do that, I like a good excuse to try and get drunk!"

Darren: Darren noticed the look, "Just make sure she doesn't give you fleas dude," he winked.

Jay: "Thinkin' so, eh?" Jay's accent was noticably thicker around the other Cajun, and he grinned, arm going around Gambit's shoulder. "Absinthe, vodka, whiskey, anythin' y'all want, oui?"

Tigra: "I don't have fleas you jerk!" She smacked him.

Gambit: Unfortunately, Gambit had no idea just how serious Jay may have been... but regardless, he'd keep it in mind. That didn't stop him being able to look, though. Jay's arms thrown around his shoulders now, Remy couldn't help but feel at ease around this guy. "Pick me up at 6, homme."

Darren: The smack did nothing except cause a slight, but very strange ripple across his body, like she was stapping something semi-liquid, "Oh, so you remembered to front-line yourself? I'm pretty sure i've got a cat-treat somewhere for a good girl," he poked his tounge out at her.

Darren: .... Should he warn the new kid about Jay and what he probably had intended .... naaaaaaaah, this could be hilarious.

Tigra: "You're an asshole. I'm going to the kitchen." She stalked off down the hall.

Jay: "Oh Ah will, ami. Y' better dress t' kill." He grinned. "T'ink Ah got a nice pot of gumbo too if y'all feel d' need f' some real spice."

Darren: "You say that like it's a shock to you," Darren called after her, smirking a little at the other two guys, "Yeah, I know ... but she rises to it every damn time, y'know?"

Gambit: "Better dan de stuff Gambit's been eatin' lately. If we're doin' dinner, y' better pick me up earlier," Gambit said with a laugh. A cajun, who drank, and knew good food? What could be better?! He watched Tigra stalk off a little discouraged: she was nice eyecandy to keep around.

Darren: .... Oh lord, this was going to be perfect, he was totally setting up a pigeon-cam and getting some popcorn in for this!

Jay: "Four about right den, homme? Ah can have y'all fed an' wasted come eight, or my name ain't Joshua Jameson."

Gambit: Completely oblivious as to just what he was getting himself into, Remy replied "T'ink I'm dat easy t' get wasted? Hope y' got plenty a bottles in stock, mon ami!" He laughed, turning to Darren. "Y' gonna be joining in, oui?"

Jay: "He can join, but he cain't get drunk - plus Ah'm a bad influence on him." He winked at Darren. "Might get all over-excited, ain't dat right, garcon?"

Darren: "... Oh I wouldn't miss this for the world," Darren said, "we need to get the pratice in before my bachelor party anyway, right?" He nudged Jay.

Jay: "Hell yeah! An' trust me, Gambit - dis is homebrew moonshine. Y'all ain't gonna know y're feet from y' armpit by d' time Ah'm done with ya."

Gambit: Gambit had had his share of unusual drinking buddies in the past, but he could safely say that Jay would no doubt be the oddest, in appearance alone! Lorna had left the boys to it, Gambit slightly lamenting the lack of female company, though the Cajun company made up for it. "Comin' here? Best decision Gambit's made all year."

Darren: Darren grinned widly, "It's a pretty sweet deal here, even better when there's ... y'know, no end of days going on outside."

Gambit: "De world, she has a way of sortin' herself out," Remy said, feigning wiseness. In reality, the situation seemed rather dire... but one had to be optimistic, right?

Darren: "Right ..." Darren gave shifty looks either side, "now that we've dumped the women for the moment, It's time to show you the good shit, to ... y'know, keep you ticking over till everything goes back to normal."

Jay: "Yeah - 'specially wit' Gede on d' case, eh?" Jay shot Darren a look, and then a grin. "...Y'all mean...?"

Gambit: Gambit raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Jay seemed to have a clue what was happening, but Gambit was in the dark,

Darren: "It's time to show you the wonders of technology, seriously, they are wonders," he jerked his head towards one of the doors.

Gambit: Gambit released the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. Technology? Really? Great. He was about to be shown some amazing machine that he didn't really care about, or a state-of-the-art whatever.

Darren: Though poor Gambit didn't have a choice, Jay and Darren were steering him towards the lift anyways.

Tigra: Greer wandered back out into the hall with a mostly raw steak and a bottle of water. "You know there's more of the house than the hallway right?"

Darren: "We're skipping to the good bit," Darren called over his shoulder.

Tigra: "Ooooh good bits!"

Gambit: Following politely, though hoping he wasn't about to be shown some super amazing security system, or the biggest, fastest calculator in the world, he tried to keep optimistic. Maybe whatever this was would be interesting. Maybe.

Jay: Jay patted his shoulder as he saw the guy's face. "Trust us, ami...dis is gonna be amazin'."

Darren: Darren hit the switch and the normal looking door slid open, revealing a lift, "Okay, what you gotta bare in mind is that this isn't a normal school, we arn't normal people," he said as they all climbed in, "and a fairly common mutation is super-human intellect."

Darren: There probably wasn't much point in going into the science of hard-light technology, "There's quite a few sub-levels, they're a bit ... sci-fi, where we're heading is somewhere called the DR."

Greer: Greer chewed merrily on her steak, wondering where she was going to put her plate when she was done with it.

Jay: "T'ink...Star Trek. D' Holodeck, ami." Jay smirked. "Only it's called d' Danger Room here. We use it t'...train...mostly..."

Darren: The door shut with a hiss and they started to decend.

Gambit: "DR?" he repeated, going over possible translations of the abbreviation in his head. Something-Room. Data? Nah, too boring. Danger Room? Sounded.... dangerous, oddly. "Ain't gonna find de Enterprise down here, am I?"

Greer: "Only if you find the right program...."

Jay: "Not unless y'all're into dat kinda t'ing. Ah dunno, next frontier..." Oh god. Thank you, Bobby.

Darren: Darren snorted and rolled his eyes as they came to a stop and the door opened, revealing an empty, white corridor.

Gambit: Staring down the plain hallway, Gambit was decidedly unimpressed so far. "Minimalist. Like it. In fashion."

Jay: "Fff. More like easy t' clean d' bloodstains. Medlabs down here too."

Darren: Darren snorted, "This isn't the DR, it's behind the door," he pointed, "come on, the ladies are waiting."

Jay: "Ah hate t' disappoint a lady." He shot Darren a dirty look before grinning. "'Specially considerin' dese are some high-calibre ladies. After y'all, Maestro."

Gambit: "Ladies?" Gambit repeated, confused. What, they kept a troupé of females down here or something. These two were enjoying their little secret too much for Remy's liking, and he was eager to finally get in on it. Hurry up and open the damn door, already..

Darren: Darren keyed in the code to the door ... and then sighed, "Awww, didn't realised it was booked already ..."

Jay: "...Y'all're kiddin' me. Ah swear, if it's Reed again..."

JP: On the other side of the door there were presently no ladies and Jean-Paul would be very offended if anyone tried to argue that fact. "It's fine, come on in, I hadn't actually started anything up again." He peeked out to see who all was with Darren. "Hello roomie, and hello someone I've not had the pleasure yet."

Jay: "Hey JP. Dis is Gambit...wouldja mind if we uh...introduced him to d' DR a little?"

Greer: "Ooooh please say it's okay!"

Gambit: "Bonjour," Remy said, with a small wave to the stranger. Knowing this was a mutant home, he couldn't help but wonder just what the powers were of each person he spotted. Still, he figured it was bad ettiquette to straight-out ask.

Darren: "Gambit, this is JP, he speaks french too," Darren said by way of introduction.

Jay: "Well, not quite. He's Canadian French." Jay grinned. "Makes swearin' at each other fun, oui, ami?"

JP: "Our room is an absolute horror for delicate ears. We do do our fair share of swearing as well." His eyes rolled at Jay a bit but smiled. "And what nefarious ideas do you have in mind for the DR today?"

Gambit: "Most beautiful language in de world for cursin'," Gambit chuckled. Being insulted in French was almost a pleasure.

Darren: Darren just grinned and called out, "Danger? Be a babe and run the DC Funtimes program?"

JP: "...fun times?" Jean-Paul's eyebrow arched even higher than it's natural place.

Jay: "Oh oui. If dey don't know what y're sayin', could be y're chattin' dem up. Win win either way."

Darren: The blankness materialised wooden pannel walls and soft red furnishings, cozy little booths and platforms with poles ...

Darren: "JP .... you might wanna cover your eyes," Darren gave the biggest shit-eating grin as the music started and the girls materialised.

Jay: "...Ah swear, Black Canary's gonna make me go blind one day..."

Greer: ".... I love this program."

Gambit: As the room transformed, Remy couldn't help but take a step back in surprise, eyes wide as he looked around. This... this was amazing! He'd never seen anything like it. As the dancers started to appear, his jaw dropped just a little. "Non, last t'ing y' wanna do is cover y' eyes, homme.."

Jay: "Swear down, ami, dis place can do anything y'all want. An' Ah mean anything."

Gambit: "...Gambit t'inks he may jus' live down here, merci..."

Darren: Darren had the smugest look on his face, "Oh yeah, and they're very accomindating, these girls."

JP: "...Oh joy, now I wish I hadn't shared." Jean-Paul deadpanned, just shaking his head. "Is this what we have to look forward to for your bachelor party then, Darren?"

Greer: "Who made this program? I need to buy them things... many things...."

JP: "I'd try to lie and say it was me to get free things but I have a feeling you wouldn't believe me."

Gambit: "Not enjoyin' de view?" Gambit asked JP disbelievingly.

Jay: Jay hooked a finger into the waist of JP's pants and tugged him over. "Aw hush, mon ami, it does good t'ings to dose who need it. If it's dat bad, Ah'll sit on y're lap so you don't hafta see, oui/"

Darren: "Former student i'm afraid, Bobby and I discovered it one day while we were deleating old programs to free space," Darren threw himself into a booth and snapped his finger, Poison Ivy and Batgirl sashaing over to dance on his table.

Darren: "Let's just say ... JP's not into this sorta thing, and don't worry, Jay's handing my bachelor party, you just know there's gonna be male strippers even if it's just to try and terrify me."

JP: "Nah, I'm sure I can live. If you were in my lap I'd be tempted to give you a dollar." Jean-Paul glanced up at their current entertainment. "Well, in that case I'll have to help him terrify you." He smiled approvingly. "Yeah, not quite my cup of tea to say."

Jay: "Then I saw her, from across the room - Poison Ivy doin' jello shots with Doctor Doom. Like the Eye of sauron, I couldn't look away - She was with some joker but dude was prob'ly gaaay..." Jay's voice completely changed as he grinned widely before reverting back to the Cajun drawl. "Ami, y' know dere will be."

Jay: "Jus' a dollar? Ah'm hurt."

Gambit: Gambit couldn't quite believe it. As real as these girls and this place were... he couldn't get over the fact that it was all an illusion. Technically, anything goes here. Mutely taking a seat at another table, he could do little else but take it all in, still in shock.

JP: "Make it worth more and maybe you'll get a raise."

Greer: Greer reached out to grope one of the simulations, "They feel so real...."

Jay: "Oh hell yes, y' know Ah can." Jay winked with a laugh.

Darren: Darren leant over to Gambit, "It's something called Hard-Light Hologram technology, solid illusions basically, the guy who came up with this ... put a lot of effort into it," he winked as the two dancers ground against each other on his table.

JP: "Darren, I'm not the one to talk at the moment but I'm pretty sure sharing the science might damage the effect a little bit."

Darren: "Science is sexy," Darren protested.

Greer: "Yeah don't shatter the illusion...." she groped some more.

Gambit: "He needs a medal, Gambit t'inks," he said, running a hand over his face as he glanced around, vaguely taking in JP and Jay as they joked with one another.. perhaps a little too comfortably. Better they amused eachother than anyone else (i.e himself).

JP: "...yeah, you're right science can be pretty sexy." Jean-Paul found himself slightly distracted for a moment but waved the thought away.

Jay: Jay simply smirked, still keeping a tight hold on his roomie - he wasn't going to grope, he preferred his women real and able to leave the DR. "Oui. So...y'all likin' dis place den, Gambit? Ah hope y'all remember d' booze an' shit's still t' come..."

Gambit: "Pretty impressive, gotta admit," he said, loving the view, but still quite unable to get his head around the fact it was all an illusion. It'd take some getting used to on a physical level, he figured.

JP: "Booze? I should be made aware of such plans, yes?"

Darren: "Hey, do you know what I found down here the other day?" Darren called over .... damn he could really do with a beer, the only thing that could make this better would be beer.

Gambit: "Strangely, no idea, homme," Gambit replied with a smirk.

Greer: "Treasure?"

JP: "Reed and Danger?"

Darren: "Beds."

Greer: "... Huh?"

Jay: "...Beds, ami?"

Gambit: "Someone testin' de limits of dese holo-girls, sounds like," Remy said, a bit weirded by the fact.

JP: "Well, I guess it's nice someone doesn't just kick their roommate out or something...which reminds me, do we have a door hanging policy?" He looked back to Jay.

Darren: "Seriously, beds, and bedrooms, from all different cultures and time periods. Arabic, imperial chinese, 1920's ritz ... beds upon beds upon beds ..."

Greer: "Oooooh sounds like fun!"

Jay: "Ah dunno, considerin' we tend t' occupy it at d; same time..." He grinned. "Nah. Ah know better'n t' come near y'all when Adam's over. Guy's...keen."

Darren: "I'm figuring someone had a lot of fun with them," Darren shrugged.

Gambit: "Guess so," Gambit shrugged, adding in his head 'Someone who can't get it in de real world, clearly...'

JP: "Whoever is doing the bed thing I am impressed." Jean-Paul had to admit. "And yeah, keen is the word."

Darren: "It was like ... an ancient program, it was last opened two years after the school opened you know, guess whoever it was left."

Callie: Callie had intended to use the DR as her gym of choice, but there were people already using it. She poked her head in a blinked. Flashing lights glinted off her pink skin and red hair. "Oh, wow. I do not think I should be here...Is that Robin? Come here, with those scaly panties, hot stuff!" She went in fully, waving at everyone. Oh. A new person! Wonderful. She dimpled.

Jay: "Eh...Ah try not t' look to hard at d' sorta programs dey have here. Darren...y'all remember Vic at all? D' huge guy? Ah came across one of his Sabretooth programs...guy was a kinky fuck."

Greer: "Hey Callie!" Greer waved and smiled at her.

JP: "Well, we may never know." Jean-Paul looked up. "Callie, excellent, help me deal with all of this. Hmm, Robin?" He started to look around.

Darren: "... Dude, I found some old footage of him and his girlfriend ... seriously kinky," he peered around his dancers, "Callie? Are you even old enough to be in here?" he teased.

Callie: She rolled her eyes and sidled up to JP. "Of course I am old enough! I was just surprised." She poked JP. "Are you going to introduce me or will I do it for myself?"

Gambit: Who cared if she was old enough. She was a cutie. Leave her be. Remy instantly had a smile on his face. He got to his feet, crossing over to her. "Gambit, cherie. Though pretty face like yours, y' can call me whatever y' like."

JP: Jean-Paul smirked at that performance. "I believe he prefers to do it himself. Seems to be the pro-active type."

Darren: "Don't worry man, as far as I'm aware she's fair game," Darren called over, going back to his dancers.

Jay: "...Seriously? Can Ah have it?"

Darren: "... Do I even want to know why?"

JP: "...yes, this is why we're going to start a door hanging policy because I don't want to walk in on you sampling that."

Callie: "Callie. It is nice to meet you." She took his hand. "I like Gambit. It is different." She smiled again. "So, when did you arrive?" Finally, a hot man with manners!

Gambit: Performing the same twist-of-the-hand trick he'd pulled many times before, the handshake shifted into Gambit kissing the back of Callie's hand, charming grin in place. "Just today, cherie. Might be stickin' 'round fo' a while."

Callie: "Oh, very fine manners you have." She smiled wider. "Wonderful. It will be nice to have more friends."

JP: Jean-Paul leaned closer to the others. "I feel as if we should get her a fainting couch."

Gambit: "Pretty girl like you must already have a tonne of friends, non?" Gambit continued, still holding her hand. Was it the light that made her skin seem so unusually pink? Probably not. It wouldn't be the strangest thing he'd seen today, he supposed.

Callie: Callie blushed becomingly on cue. "Yes, a lot of friends." It couldn't be the lighting from the club that made his eyes look so weird. Black on red. Or was it red on black? It didn't matter to her. "But nobody special." She shrugged and removed her hand coyly before he could kiss it again.

JP: "Be careful, Callie. He probably does this to all the girls."

Gambit: He held onto her hand for the briefest moment before letting her pull it away, straightening up with his smile still in place. Finally, a girl who was both responding well to him, and wasn't engaged or married. There was hope for this place yet! "Nobody special, cos you outshine dem, cherie."

Gambit: Turning to JP, Gambit raised an eyebrow, quickly adding "Quick t' be makin' assumptions of people y' literally just met, aren't y'?"

Greer: "Man now I feel offended..."

Callie: "Flattery will get you nowhere, handsome." But she did dimple again. It was nice getting complimented.

Darren: ... This guy was better than net-flix when it came to entertainment value, seriously.

Callie: "It's called flirting, JP. Try it out - it is lots of fun!" She whispered in his ear.

Gambit: "Flattery? Non, cherie. Just callin' dem as I see dem," he retorted, having gone through these motions so often that the words slipped out of his mouth with ease.

JP: He shrugged. "Just teasing but yes, I generally am a bit quick at that. Of course, doesn't mean what you're saying isn't true." He had to give Callie a mock-offended look at that. "I'll have you know I'm more than capable of that."

Greer: "Yeah... still feeling offended over here... if you want me I'll be in the corner with super girl over here..."

Callie: Callie snorted, hearing a glib reply when she heard one. "Well, you must have all the girls at your beck and call, what with your face. Though, nobody can compete with green panties." She turned her attention back to the pole. "I like this program!"

Gambit: Damn, lost her. Oh well, he figured. Another time, another place. She didn't seem like the hard type to win over. Casting his eyes over to Greer, he tilted his head. "C'mon, cherie. Stunner like you? Y' don't need a guy like me tellin' y' de obvious, non?"

Greer: "Doesn't mean I don't like to hear it once in a while... hell knows it'd be better than the crap I put up with from Darren..." she shot a glare at the other guy.

Callie: "You are like a furry Betty Page, Greer, and you know it!"

Greer: Greer blushed a little at Callie, "Well thanks!"

JP: "Careful, Gambit, might lose them to one another if they keep on this."

Darren: "You know, I've told you before if you didn't react, I wouldn't do it," Darren gave her a lazy smile.

Greer: "It's so offensive, Darren..." she frowned at him, "Seriously... it'd be like someone telling you were a walking spyware program... or something..."

Gambit: Sensing a disagreement that had been going on longer than he'd been around, he figured this topic was one he best avoid involvement in. JP's comment caused him to chuckle, yet at the same time, the way they all interacted together reminded him sharply of how much of an outsider he was.

Darren: "... Well yeah, I am," he shrugged, "people call me all kinda things, no reason to get worked up about it, they're just words."

Greer: She shook her head, "You just don't get it..."

Callie: Callie looked sighed at the argument. "They are always like this, I am sorry, Gambit. But hey, at least you know what you are walking into, now."

Darren: "No, I don't think you get it," he shrugged again.

JP: "I always figured Darren was more his own personal CCTV, recording our every motion ready to use anything he sees."

Darren: Darren just gave JP a slightly unsettling smile.

Greer: "Well then we'll just have to agree to disagree and you'll just have to tolerate the occasional blunt object hurled at your head."

JP: Jean-Paul gave Darren the same kind of smile. "I can put on displays for you."

Darren: "Fine by me," not like it could hurt him, the smile faded a little at what JP said, "... Actually, I think i'll pass."

Gambit: "Sure t'ing," he replied to Callie, though his smile had faded somewhat. "Just... gonna step outside a minute, mon amis," he said as he ran a hand through his hair, making his way past both real and holographic persons alike, outof the sliding door and into the hallway. He breathed a heavy sigh. He didn't do well in these weird, almost family environments.

Greer: Greer frowned after him a little, "Did we do something wrong?"

JP: Jean-Paul decided to put that up as a personal victory, kicking his feet up, then arching an eyebrow at Gambit. "Maybe the holograms were too much after all."

Callie: "Yeah, your bickering scared him off!" She crossed her arms.

Greer: Greer chewed her lip and looked down at the floor, now she felt bad....

JP: "You can always go out and console him. Go, get to consoling. I believe the phrase is 'get it, girl.' for this situation."

Icarus: Jay watched Remy leave, frownng slightly. "...Don' t'ink dat had anythin; to do wit' it. 'Scuse me." He quickly followed, finding the guy outside. "...Gambit? Y'all mind if Ah join y'?"

Greer: Greer threw her empty plate at JP's head.

Callie: "Pfff." She waved her hand at JP.

JP: Jean-Paul ducked quickly. "What was that for?"

Greer: "Sleeze."

Callie: "Oh hey!" She was going to leave too if they started trowing things!

Gambit: Lost in thought, he hadn't even heard the door open as Jay joined him. The voice snapped him back to reality, and he quickly threw on his usual care-free expression. "Non, feel free. Just takin' a break, homme," he said with a casual shrug. He'd prefer to be alone... but he could hardly say that.

Darren: Darren rolled his eyes at the plate throwing, how juvenile.

JP: Jean-Paul's eyes rolled at that, not even bothering. "New guy is quite something though, will give him that."

Callie: "He seems very nice."

Greer: "Yeah he does, he let us stay at his hideout in the city last night... after a fleeing from zombies...."

Icarus: Jay smiled a little, pulling out a slightly dog-eared packet of cigarettes, pulling one out and offering the packet to him. "Don't mind 'em, ami, dey can be a bit much. If y'all like, Ah can show y' some slightly more outta d' place ways t' hide when dey're bein' kids." He lit his own. "God knows Ah sometimes cain't hack d' noise...bin alone too long, Ah think."

Darren: "I like him, he knew to back off from a taken women," Darren shrugged, "if he decides to stick around could be good for him, and this place," God knows sometimes he felt outnumbered by all the women here, more dudes could only be a good thing.

JP: "You know, I never thought fleeing from zombies would be something like 'Oh, that again, must be tuesday.' I feel it's skewed my world view forever."

Gambit: Pulling a cigarette out, a nod of thanks, he touched a finger to the tip of it, charging it for a moment and a small crack as the energy exploded, lighting it. "Mebbe. Ain't used t' all... dis.," he said honestly, as Jay seemed to already have the score on him.

Greer: "... Yeah it kind of has... but maybe that'll be a good thing... some how?"

Callie: Callie was lost on the colloquialism, too.

JP: "Just as long as it ends before we become complacent with them."

Callie: "What does that mean, 'must be Tuesday'?"

JP: "Hmm? Was just saying it's not exactly anything new and shocking anymore...that's unsettling."

Icarus: Jay nodded. "'Fore y' ask, Ah ain't a mind reader. But Ah've been minus a family now f'...years, ami, Ah know dat look. Darren, he's got a big family, Greer's might dislike her but dey're still kickin'...JP has his sister, no idea abou' Callie. Me, Ah ain't got shit. An' sometimes dis place gets a bit much, oui? So...don't worry so hard abou' it, if y'all need space y'll get it, an' if y' decide to stay...well, y'll find they'll pull in f' ya too."

Gambit: He remained quiet, though nodded, smoking as he listened and thought. Since leaving home, he'd been a wanderer. He'd never settled, and never made friends he had to lose when he left town. This place.. it would change that. "We'll see, ami. Dunno if dis place is right f' me, yet."

Darren: "... Naah, not really ... though, that could just be me and the fact i'm in senior year ..." Darren looked thoughtful.

JP: "You're far too jaded now to know what to find unsettling?" Now that had to be unsettling.

Greer: "I don't find it that unsettling either... but I've had a weird few years...."

Callie: "I will never get used to them. So sad, and scary."

JP: He looked over to Callie. "I think they're demonstrating what I meant."

Greer: Greer laughed, "Oh honey, I was this way before I got here - when you live in the wilds for two years you have to get used to bad surprises."

Icarus: Jay nodded. "Dat choice is yours t' make, mo ami, don' let anyone take dat away. Jus' know dis might jus' be d' best damn chance y' get, oui?" He smiled. "At leas' stay f' Christmas. D' food's to die for, no kiddin', an' Ah wasn' jokin' about d' amount of booze." He blew out a plume of smoke. "Y' want dat alone time, or you kosher now, ami?"

JP: "...honey?"

Darren: "She's hitting on you, flee while you still can!"

Callie: Callie looked between JP and Greer and started backing towards the door.

Greer: "You'd prefer 'sweetie'?" she raised an eyebrow.

JP: Jean-Paul let a good peal of laughter out. "Oh, I'd say she's barking up the wrong tree but i don't think Greer would appreciate being accused of barking."

Greer: "Hell no, got more class. And I'm not hitting on anyone, I call everyone 'honey'.... Is that not okay?"

JP: Jean-Paul had the sense to bite back the next bit of laughter. "Oh you can stick with whatever you want."

Gambit: He had a point. He might as well take advantage of the free hospitality over Christmas: it wasn't as if he was going back home, after all. "Oui, I'm fine," he assured Jay, before giving the guy one of his very few honest, genuine smiles. "Merci, mon ami."

Greer: "If it's not okay I wish someone would've said something sooner...." she frowned a little. Why didn't people ever say what they were thinking...?

Icarus: "De rien, ami, pas de probleme." Jay grinned. "Y'all have any problems, jus' gimme a bell, a'right? Now...Ah know did is impolite, but Ah'm kinda curious. What is it y'all do exactly?"

Callie: Argument diffused, Callie crept over to an empty couch and sat down, primly crossing her legs.

Gambit: Gambit couldn't help but laugh at the question. "T'ings I shouldn't," he replied, taking another drag from the cigarette. "Gambit's job.. Well, Gambit's old job, was takin' t'ings dat don' belong t' him." Now, he took them for himself.

Icarus: "Don't we all, ami." Jay laughed. "Ah used t' do a bit of dat - not'ing much, food mostly, but y' know how it is, somet'ing shiny an' you just gotta have it. Guess Ah got d' right mutation for bein' a magpie." He chuckled, wings flaring a little with a soft metallic chime from the metal one. "Oh...yeah, we shouldn' smoke indoors, but Ah ain't met one smoker who keeps to dat rule, so hey."

Gambit: He eyed the wings with interest, wondering just what had happened to have one replaced with metal. Not something you just asked, though. "I ain't one t' keep to de rules," he said, glad that the smoking prohibition wasn't strictly kept to. "Mebbe we make sure dey ain't killed eachother yet, non?" he suggested, gesturing at the door to the Danger Room

Jay: "Oui...though Ah doubt it." Jay grinned, punching in the code. "Darren's near enough as laid back as me, but den he did have me as a roomie f' like...two years." The door slid open. "Hey hey, mes amis, did y'all miss me?" He grinned at the rest.

Darren: "-Auto-tuned camel ... that's how I'd describe the noises she made- Oh, hey Jay," Darren waved over at the two cajuns.

JP: "Well, I suppose we can't make any disparaging remarks about her humps. Welcome back." Jean-Paul waved. "We're discussing camel-like mating rites. I apologize ahead of time."

Callie: "Yes, you both were greatly missed!"

Greer: Greer sat down next to Callie and opened her bottle of water.

Gambit: "Don't wanna know, hommes," Gambit remarked, still smoking as he walked back in. The sobering conversation with Jay had dulled him to the effects of the Danger Room. He barely paid attention to the illusions around him. "Listen.. y' got a bedroom dat I could set up in? Been a long few days 'n all.."

Darren: Darren gave the guy a smile, "Yeah, there's plent of spare beds dude, sure Jay'll show you to one, right bro?"

JP: "Oh there's still loads of free beds. That's not a problem at all."

Greer: Greer looked between Jay, JP and Gambit... poor new guy.

Jay: "Well good. Ah vote we go upstairs an' chow down, because Ah dunno about y'all but Ah could do wit' some serious food - an' fuck y'all, Gede, ain't dat much of a predator. Sure Ah'll show y' a room, ami." Jay saluted lazily. "Y'all wanna kip now? Ah'll save y' some food f' later."

Callie: "Well, I came down here for yoga classes, so I'll see you all later." She changed programs so the room became a hot zen-filled oasis.

Gambit: "Might shower, at least. See how I feel," Remy said, not sure if he wanted to be alone or not, so figuring he'd leave his options open. He had a feeling Jay would understand that.

Greer: Greer blinked at the sudden disappearance of her chair. ".... Ow."

Jay: Jay nodded. "A#right. C'mon den, Gambit - let's get y' settled in." He grinned, leading the way out of the DR.

Darren: "I'll leave you too it then Callie," Darren smiled, getting to his feet, "have fun now," before following everyone else out of the room.

Callie: "Sorry! I thought there would be cushions in this program. This is a different one than the one I usually use."

Greer: "It's fine..." she got to her feet, "Guess I should leave you to it... unless you want company?"

Callie: "It's hot yoga, if you can stand it, sure!"

Greer: "I'm sure I'll be fine," she grinned, "Company it is!"