6/25 Instance: A Historic Day for Doug

[Ferguson]

Timeline After Screwball Loose

Callie: Callie was stretched out on the sofa decadently. This trashy daytime soap was putting her right to sleep. She wriggled her bare feet under a pillow and nested herself into the cushions. after the large parade, this was very unwinding. Plus the glass of nice red from the bottle her father had sent was giving her a nice warm and relaxed feeling.

Doug: Doug had his phone in one hand, frowning at it. Under his arm, he had his precious. His laptop. As he walked by the trashcan, he considered tossing the phone inside of it. Nah. He removed the simcard though and snapped it in half. Sitting down in one of the chairs, he looked to the television and frowned. Soap operas? Ish. Still he gave her a small smile.

Callie: Callie opened an eye as someone walked in. "Oh Doug! Hello!" She sat up and arranged her skirt so it wasn't quite so bunched up, blushing a bit. "Would you like a glass?" She showed him the bottle while smoothing down her hair with the other hand. Awkward!

Doug: Smiling, he shook his head a little bit. "I don't drink, er, not that I mind anyone else. I mean... I just..." He didn't want her to get the wrong idea that he was 'judge-y'. "I suppose, a little bit, wouldn't hurt?" He bit his lip. He wanted to fit in a bit better. Sometimes he felt so out of step with people. "Trying to relax, huh?" He asked her. It was a bit awkward.

Callie: "Oh, yes. Don't force yourself if you do not want it, I just have a glass now and then. Today was a bit much, so one glass and my favorite mind-numbing television to put me into a nap." She grinned sweetly, dimpling up. "What are you up to?" She turned the show down. Sammy was screaming about her baby and was quite loud.

Doug: "I'll... try it. I think I can admit I'm feeling very stressed." He frowned at himself. "I decided to continue to separate myself from my parents. They turned off service to my phone, which is their prerogative, certainly. But I went ahead and destroyed the sim card just now so I'm not tempted to use the information on it later." He paused. "That was probably far more than you actually wanted to know." He admitted.

Callie: "Well, I was not expecting it, but let me get you a glass, Doug." she popped into the kitchen and back out with a glass, pouring enough for him to taste. "Here, try it. Daddy sent it overnight from France, so it should be good."

Doug: He raised his brows. "Your dad sent it from France, overnight?" He asked in shock. "Wow..." He paused. "I really don't know much about you." He admitted. "My fault for always having my nose glued to a monitor of some kind, I guess." He tasted it and made a slight face, but it didn't stop him from drinking a bit more. Really it was the first time he'd drank such a thing.

Callie: "It is an acquired taste, really." She grinned at his face. "I know so little of you too." I had to mention overnight bottles of wine...he must think I'm some sort of ass. "So, why is your nose glued to a monitor so often?"

Doug: He chuckled. "Kind of a nerd." He admitted with a small smile. He sipped some more of the wine. "If I'm not playing video games, then I'm on the internet doing 'something' or another. During the whole uh... inky-zombie-clone thing, I spent a lot of time doing the information thing. But even without that, i spent a lot of time on the net. Probably more than I should." He admitted. "You're Callie, right? I was supposed to give you a Christmas present, I think." He smacked a hand to his forehead. "I'm SO sorry! I totally fail."

Callie: "It is all right, I got enough presents, anyway. So you are on the research part of the team? As am I! I am a lover, not a fighter." She drew over a chair to curl up into, leaning over to see what Doug was doing.

Doug: "I'm not much of a fighter." He admitted. "That whole 'yelling thing' the other day? Wasn't meant to be taken in the whole 'soldier' way? Thaaaat was me screaming in complete and utmost terror." He laughed. "But yeah I'm more of a researcher. Though, not really researching for the team right now. Just me looking for something to read for tonight." He showed her the web page he was looking at. "Plus I'm going to troll some people later and send anonymous links to their e-mail of disturbing pictures and stories featuring themselves." He beamed. "Shhhh don't tell." He chuckled and smiled at her.

Callie: "Oh? What are you 'trolling'? This sounds more interesting than a soap-opera. And do not worry about screaming, I did not even go, I was so scared."

Doug: He wiggled and flexed his fingers as though getting ready to play piano and wrote x-men, gender bender. There were drawings of each X-men who was male drawn as a woman. And vice versa for the females. Then he showed her the x-men my little ponies. "I'd show you the hentai sites with the tentacle porn? But it is really quite traumatizing, and I'm saving that for Jean-Paul." he nodded.

Callie: "I do not even want to know what tentacle porn would even entail. But those others are crazy! I knew fanboys were rabid, but this is just silly. Wait, go back. No, no. I will need more wine for that! Who are we trolling with these wonderful pictures?" She leaned over from her seated position to grasp the neck of the bottle, rear end sticking up as she didn't really want to get up from the chair.

Doug: "Oh it gets really crazy. I've been too scared myself to check and see if they've started to have the real-person role-playing games." He nodded. "Seriously, you get people that will basically stalk you from a distance via news and entertainment sites, and then play you like you're a character. Even form 'relationships' for you in these games." He explained.

Doug: "They do it all the time with singers, stars, even wrestlers. If they haven't already started? They will. It's why I went ahead and said what I 'do'. Because she said they wondered, and I didn't want them making stuff up that was too far crazy." He paused. "It's very important that we don't appear too much of a threat to the government or the people."


Callie: "Oh, definitely, but languages and plants are not threatening." She poured herself another glass and proffered the bottle to Doug. "I will admit that I have done a role play as someone else, but it was a comic book character, nobody real. But I never got into it too far."

Doug: He poured himself another glass. "Oh and basically troll any of us that have e-mails." He remembered the original question. "I don't have a problem with the fictional. I've written fanfiction before. Even played RPG. These guys though I'm talking about? They play people-people. Some even set up twitter accounts for their 'characters'. I'm really worried about the politics and government." He said sipping more of the wine. "We're doing pretty good so far, but it won't be long before this blows backward." he predicted. "History is a good indicator as to how this will go. We should be doing damage control, in my opinion now, so that later we'll have more grounding in front of the Supreme Court when it comes to our civil rights."

Callie: "I stay away from twitter, but it is a useful thing to find out what people are doing. Oh! Wait. Everyone here has a myspace. Let us flood it with the pictures! And yes, I agree. We should do damage control now. I was surprised by that girl's question about world hunger. My reply was not a good one. It could be used against me to make me seem selfish and out for only me."

Doug: He smiled, pleasantly surprised. "You agree? Um, it caught you off guard. I think she caught a lot of us off guard. Me included." He admitted. "I'm kind of paranoid because my parents are the kind of ultra conservatives that are making things difficult for mutants as it is." He frowned as he explained.

Doug: "Part of me is kicking myself for going ahead and saying what my powers were because if my parents hear about it, they might put two and two together and name me for who I am. Then they would next name Jean-Paul. That could lead to a chain reaction. Again, paranoid. But..." He bobbed his head. "I worry therefore I am?" How did his wine glass get empty, and why was his fingers so numb? Huh.


Callie: Callie giggled. "I think that is enough wine for you!" She put their glasses on the coffee table. "I think that Professor Xavier can make them not tell, he is a strong telepath."


Doug: "Yes, but I would rather not put him into such an ethical conundrum if I can avoid it." He explained. "I mean, if comic books have taught me anything, it's that even Batman didn't approve of Zatanna tampering with the brains of even criminals." He said with a completely straight face. Yes, he had far more than enough wine.

Callie: Callie politely bit back a laugh. "Yes, I agree." Who on earth is Zatanna? She'd have to do some quick looking up. For all Doug was cute he was a hopeless nerd! "But perhaps he has done it all ready? I am sure he has saved other students from painful family heartache in this way before."

Doug: He nodded, as it was a possibility. "Batman always hated anyone messing with his head, even though he allowed someone to have done it years before, supposedly. But I think that was just a bad writing job." He rambled a little bit. "I don't think he ever had a problem specifically with the methodology, so much as he objected to someone tampering with his knowledge base. I mean this is the guy that came up with a way of basically slaying everyone on his his team because he worried about them going bad someday." He paused.

Callie: "You have become tipsy! Well done! It should last a few hours. Other symptoms include funny typing and saying things you ordinarily would not say." She grabbed his arm to steady him as he swayed. "You are a lightweight! Have never had alcohol before?"

Doug: "Never ever ever." He pronounced. "My mommy would have had a heart attack. I could get alcohol poisoning and diiiiiie." He explained. He giggled. "Probably everything I've said is something I would not normally say." He smiled. "She wanted to write me a note to get me out of gym class, here!" He laughed. "I was tempted to let her, just to see Professor Drake's face!" He grinned.

Callie: Oh boy. "So I see. Just breathe. Your mother sounds like a fright."

Doug: "Oh she can be. I still love her, but I just can't let her ruin a good thing." He leaned back on the couch. "Didn't get to play outside much when I was a kid, because she was scared something would happen to me." He smiled almost sadly. "I wonder what frightened her so badly? She would never answer me. But something must have scared her. To hold on to me so tightly. I bet you were outside all the time." He said.

Doug: "Between your powers and stuff, you seem... outdoorsy. Free." He smiled. "You're pretty. Like what a real wood sprite would be like. I can imagine you skipping through the woods, singing."

Callie: Callie did blush at that. "Yes, I enjoy long flowy skirts and running around barefoot outside." She lifted both her feet and fluffed her gauzy skirt so it flowed over her toes. She gave him an impish grin. "Want to go run around with me right now?"

Doug: He giggled a bit. "I think I might trip. And fall... and dieeeee." that led to more giggles. "Okay sure." He sat up straighter from where he'd fallen over while giggling. "Oh wow, you do have toes." He stared at them. He stood up, only a little bit wobbly. "Just to be sure, we don't have any predators out there right? Like, you know, bears and stuff... do we have any Off?" he asked. He was not really an outdoorsy person. Outdoors had bugs and bears.

Callie: "Any what?" Callie put the laptop on the ground and grabbed Doug's hand, pulling him up. "No, you might fall, and you will become dirty, but you will not die!"

Doug: "Off it keeps the bugs from eating me. They like to eat me up because I'm a nummy Dougie-treat." He laughed as he held on to her hand. "Oh dirty. There's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm not going to tell it." He kept hold of her hand for stability, and hey... wait... He was holding a girl's hand! "This day shall go down in Doug-History." He declared.

Callie: "Your personal history, huh?" Callie grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. She yanked him outside, and stood him upright as he listed. "Off with the shoes and socks!"

Doug: He wobbled once he was outside as he toed the shoes and socks off. "Yes, much is going on this historical day. Many many things. One, the parade thingy. Two, I found out I'm so light-weight when it comes to drinking that I'm anti-gravity! Three... I'm holding a girl's hand! A pretty girl's hand! And Four... my feet are NAKED! Outside! I feel like such a rebel!" He grinned at her.

Callie: "Flatterer! You're not so bad yourself. Ready? Keep your arms and legs inside at all times!" She led him down the patio steps to the grass. "Now, ready? Run!" she took off, screaming with laughter as she dragged him along."

Doug: "Is it flattery when it's true?" He asked honestly, but then he was trying to keep up. He was a bit of a tenderfoot, but the area she was running him through was soft and not painful to run across, not to mention he was kind of numb anyway. Nice grass was nice. And the running was helping to clear his head a bit, and he was still having fun! It really was very freeing! He felt free for the first time in a long time.

[seftimiu]

For this one figure no one's seen Aurora yet and this is Northstar.

Northstar gets a whole bunch of anon Tentacle porn some featuring himself. I'mmnotgonnagolinkthex-mententacleporn. I need bleach now for my brain.

[Ferguson]

Jean-Paul is simply going to cry when he sees the tentacle porn, and scream, and hunt down whoever did this...and then laugh at pew pew.

Very cute instance

[steyn]

LMAO Doug is so adorable when drunk.

[puppygirl]

Heeee! Cute instance you guys, Doug is so cute

[seftimiu]

Thank youuuu

pew pew

[JSherlock]

Doug is adorable, yes.