Summer 2011: Lorna and Bobby

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Bobby: Bobby turned to the counter, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. He winced slightly when the contents of the door rattled. "Eh. That's what you get for being out of Dew." He checked the pantry for the elusive soda, humming under his breath.

Rogue: Rogue came in the backdoor to the kitchen, towel wrapped around her waist. She hissed as she hit the air conditioned kitchen. "Only bad thing 'bout swimmin'..." She moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She looked over at the rear end sticking out of the pantry as she took a drink. "Anythin' interestin'?"

Bobby: Bobby didn't have to look up at the door to know who that was, y'all. "Interesting? Always. What I'm looking for? Not so much." He backed out, a bottle of Coke in hand and gave Rogue a grin. "Hey hey, babe!"

Bobby: The corner of his mouth quirked up at her lack of attire. "There's a bad thing about swimming? All looks good from here."

Rogue: "Oh hush up." She grinned at him though. "Meant walkin' inta an air conditioned place after bein' in cold water." Rogue took another drink and nodded at his bottle, "That ain't what ya wanted?"

Bobby: That just made his grin spread. "Like I said... looks good from here." Bobby kept his eyes on her face for a wink before shrugging and looking down at the bottle in his hand. "Nah, but it'll do. Has sugar and caffeine, after all."

Bobby: "So, where have you been hiding yourself, Doll?" He moved past her to the counter, adding the bottle to a bag already stuffed with items.

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Y'all're evil." She couldn't keep the grin off her face for long though. "Been workin' a lot lately. Lil only let me have most o' tha summer off if Ah worked every night an' helped her stock in tha days until Ah left." She arched an eyebrow at his bag, "An' just where're y'all goin'?"

Bobby: He made a face at that work schedule. "Wow, bet that's fun." Bobby zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, turning to lean against the counter. "I'm running away from home, of course!" He tilted his head. "Sounds like you might be too - taking the summer off?"

Rogue: She grinned big, "Yeah. Goin' down ta Kentucky ta spend it with Sam. Gotta come back up 'bout two weeks 'fore school starts back so Ah can work 'gain." Rogue leaned over to look in his bag, "Where ya goin'?"

Bobby: "Really? Cool. His parents are cool with that? I thought they were all... well, from Kentucky." He smirked slightly, realizing any banjo jokes would probably get him smacked. "Told you. Running away from home." He lifted the bag above her head. "Nosy!"

Rogue: Rogue gave him a mock scowl, "Hey, no fair!" She flicked the bottom of the bag then showed him her ring, "We're hopin' this'll work f' 'em. An' Sam wants ta see if Xavier'll let us get our own room next year 'cause of it."

Bobby: His grin faded somewhat into a confused frown and he dropped the bag to take her hand, examining the ring. It wasn't quite... but what else could it... "Wait, so you're engaged?"

Rogue: "No!" Rogue's eyes went wide. "We did a commitment ceremony thing... Howlett was there as a witness so his parents an' Xavier'll take our word f' it." She moved to look in the bag since she could see again, "Where ya runnin' away to?"

Bobby: "A commitment ceremony!" His eyebrows lifted. "Wow, well..." Bobby smiled, still somewhat confused exactly what that meant. "Sounds... committy? I mean, serious, at least. So... congrats!"

Bobby: This time he let her snoop in the bag. "I'm running an errand for Chuck, actually."

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him. "It ain't any different than how we have been. Just spoke plain how we felt 'bout each other an' promised that we'd always feel that way. Just doin' it as a ceremony made it more...grown up, Ah guess. 'Cause Ah ain't ever gonna get married, so that's tha only way we figured we could get a room here an' get his parents ta let us sleep in tha same bed."

Rogue: She nosed around in his bag and snickered as she pulled out the porn magazine, "Errand f' Chuck? Gonna get lonely where ever ya goin'?"

Bobby: Whoops! He'd forgotten that was in there... he put on his innocent expression. "How'd that get in there?" At her raised eyebrow he snatched it back and returned it to the bag. "I might. Not sure how long it will take to get a jet retrofitted with whatever illegal tech Chuck thinks we need now.”

Bobby: "Aaaanyway." Bobby recovered his cool and a sly smile. "I dunno, Anna-Doll... just sounds like a wedding without the legal part." He considered that. "Kinda like our vow renewal. Apparently they call those 'recommitment ceremonies' too."

Rogue: "No... It ain't a weddin'... We ain't married." Was it hot in here now? She needed to call Sam as soon as she could get to a phone... Focus on something else... "Ya takin' tha jet out?"

Bobby: "Oh. Of course not." He just smirked at her denial, but took the change of subject. He was pretty impressed with Sam right now. "Yeah, I am. Normally it's not smart to do it without a copilot, but... we kind of don't have any right now."

Rogue: "Why not? Nobody wants ta go with ya?" She tilted her head, "Wait... Should y'all be goin' without a pilot?"

Bobby: "Noo. Nobody's qualified. And Lorna's busy." Bobby played with the bag's strap, looking back up at her with a matching head tilt. "Um, I am a pilot, y'know."

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Yeah... Know ya know how..." Her eyes widened and she grinned, giving his arm a smack, "Ya got ya license!!"

Bobby: "I did!" Bobby laughed, rubbing his arm in mock pain. "That was the whole idea of the Andy patch, after all." He ran his fingers up her bare arm. "I see they're still working for you."

Rogue: "Yeah, Ah know it. But ya never told me ya got it!" She grinned at the touch and watched his fingers on her arm, "It's great. Ah've never been so relaxed an' carefree."

Bobby: "Yeah, sorry. I got busy with all the graduation stuff. They actually decided to make us take finals. I mean, dude, what the hell?" Bobby snorted, letting his hand fall from her. "Well, you should be. After all, you're a newly un-wed." His lips twitched.

Rogue: "Oh no. Tha blasphemy o' finals!" She laughed and shook her head, "Crazy." She felt the blood drain from her face at that, "It wasn't anythin' ta do with a weddin'."

Bobby: He hadn't expected quite that reaction. "Okay," he said, moving away from her to sit on the edge of the table.

Rogue: Rogue stripped the towel off and sat on the barstool near her, just focusing on breathing. Not a wedding. She wasn't married. Shit. Had Sam tricked her?! She took another deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "So what're y'all gonna do now that ya graduated? Gonna move out?"

Bobby: Bobby watched her for a moment; scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I dunno. Well, no, I know we're doing grad school. Beyond that?" He shrugged.

Bobby: "So. You guys are going to try to get a room together next year?" He decided a drink was a good idea and fished the Coke from his bag, frosting it over before twisting off the cap to take a swig, keeping an eye on her the whole time.

Rogue: "So ya stayin' while ya do that then? That's good." She gave him a small smile. "Yeah. That way we won't hafta figure out which roomie's gonna be gone at night. He doesn't like me sleepin' without him what with everythin' goin' on. Wants me near him all tha time. An' Ah ain't allowed ta be alone period if he ain't there." She shrugged, "He's a lil bit worried 'bout things."

Bobby: "That's the non-plan." He smiled a little, crossing his arms and tapping the bottle against the bag. "That's understandable, I suppose. But really, you're no more at a disadvantage than anybody else here with non-offensive powers. So maybe he should just chill out. I mean, we've redone the security -- again -- but life's dangerous. Any one of us could get hit by a bus even."

Rogue: "Ah know it. An' Ah've told him that. An' Ah know how ta fight, too. He's just worried 'cause he knows Ah'm used ta havin' strength an' invulnerability." She shrugged.

Bobby: "Yeah," he looked down with a rueful smile. "All that said, I'd worry too."

Rogue: "But ya not."

Bobby: "What?" He cocked his head up to see her face. "Worried? You bet I am. Not for myself. I know Lorna can take care of herself, but of course I worry. I'm just saying you can't be everywhere to protect somebody at every moment."

Bobby: "You'll make yourself nuts trying." He considered that for a moment. Maybe he wasn't so impressed with Sam after all.

Rogue: "Well, Ah know that. An' y'all know that. But Sam likes ta try it."

Bobby: Bobby shrugged. "It's what you do." Shaking his head a little, he took another drink from the bottle. "So, where is he now?"

Rogue: "He's in Kentucky already. He left a few days after break started. He's gonna try an' work tha idea on his parents so we can sleep in tha same room without bein' married'r engaged."

Bobby: "So, this commitment ceremony? What was actually involved then? You had Howlett do it?" Bobby couldn't help but snort at that.

Rogue: "No. He was just there. Nobody did anythin' but tha two o' us. He told me how he felt 'bout me, then I did it f' him. Then we rinsed our hands in a stream ta 'cleanse tha bad stuff' an' we were done."

Bobby: "Huh." Bobby tapped the cap of the bottle against his teeth. "Yeah, sounds like some of the stuff we looked at."

Rogue: "Wasn't nothin' special." She shrugged. "Was just ta get us ta be able ta sleep in tha same bed."

Bobby: Bobby tapped the bottle again, not responding for a moment. "Well," he finally said, "I'll say you don't want the room next to Andy and Tessa unless you like crying."

Rogue: "True. Or Ben an' Neena." She grinned, "An' Ah'm not sure how much y'all'd want us near y'all."

Bobby: "Yeah, but that one ain't crying yet." He gave her a dirty grin. "Well, that wouldn't bother me. Depends on if it'd bother you." He cocked his head, tapping his temple with the bottle. "After all, you've seen it from the driver's seat."

Rogue: Rogue squeezed her eyes shut, "Yeah... But Ah'd rather not remember it. Y'all're still a bit fresh from last time an' mah shields aren't near as great without mah powers." She grinned, "But if ya wanted, Sam an' Ah could make sure ya know what we do since Ah know what y'all do."

Bobby: "That'd make for some real interesting breakfast conversations, wouldn't it?" He laughed, shaking his head.

Rogue: "Hell yeah it would. It's fun ta make Sam turn different shades o' red. It's cute." She grinned, "Wonder how long it'd take f' him ta ask f' us ta be moved."

Bobby: "We could place bets on it." He waggled his eyebrows.

Rogue: Rogue laughed at that, "We should. Ah'll put tha bug in Xavier's ear ta put us down there then."

Bobby: "Sounds like a plan then." He checked his watch, sloshing the Coke to watch it foam up. "If I make it back from Chuck's little mission impossible."

Rogue: "Do ya need help?"

Bobby: "You volunteering for flying lessons, Doll?"

Rogue: "Um... No?" Shit. Had she really just offered to go up in a plane? What was she thinking? Answer? She wasn't.

Bobby: "Well, technically while I am qualified to fly, I'm probably not so qualified to teach yet." He made a face. "But once you get up it's mostly autopilot anyway, so you could save me from playing solitaire."

Rogue: Rogue managed not to eep at that. "Umm... 'Kay..." Shitshitshit.

Bobby: Okay, this was fun. Bobby put on his most charming smile. "It'll be fun!" He straightened and reached out to tug on her towel.

Rogue: Rogue did eep then and stumbled off the stool as he yanked the towel from her. "Fun? Yeah... Okay."

Bobby: "No?" He sighed. "Well, okay. I understand. I know, over time, people grow apart..." He turned on the puppydog eyes. "Right, Dollface?"

Rogue: Rogue pouted at him, "Bugsy... Ah don't wanna lose y'all too... That's not nice ta play that card." She yanked the towel back and whapped him with it.

Bobby: Bobby ducked the whap. "Oi!" He caught the end of the towel and pulled on it, hard.

Rogue: Rogue squealed and tumbled forward, nearly falling into his lap. "Hey!"

Bobby: "Hey hey!" Bobby caught her, holding her still to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry about it. I have my magazine to keep me company, after all." He grinned and released her.

Rogue: Rogue laughed, "Well.. Would ya prefer real company as opposed ta paper?"

Bobby: "I'll choose not to take that the really obvious way." He raised a suggestive eyebrow. "But, yeah, of course." Bobby ran a hand through his hair to resettle it. "But, I know you don't like the jet, so it's cool."

Rogue: "Oh hush up." She laughed again and smacked him. "Well... Ah did offer. An' Ah ain't gonna go back on it. Unless ya say ya don't want mah company........"

Bobby: "I'd never say that, Doll." He laughed, not bothering this time to dodge the smack. "I'll even grab some more snacks for you." He did snap the strap of her bikini top. "You might want to change though."

Rogue: Rogue yelped at the snap and gave him a glare. "Ah feel pain now ya know." She took a deep breath, she was going then... Fuck. "Fine. Ah'll change. Thought ya liked this though," she bumped him with her hip and grinned.

Bobby: He scrunched his nose. Actually, he had forgotten that, so he patted her shoulder to soothe the snap. "Well, I doubt Dee and Sam would."

Rogue: "True." She laughed and moved towards the door. "Pack a paper bag too... Just in case Ah hyperventilate..."

Bobby: "Will do, number one." He gave her a salute and turned to hunt through the pantry for soda for two, humming a happy tune.


[Edited on 18-6-2009 by Slarti]

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SinJin: St. John stretched and idly scratched his stomach through his t-shirt. The ceiling was not being helpful. It just became a bigger blank canvas than his brain. He idly poked at some books on his desk with a toe. "Bugger." He rolled over on his bed and tapped out a few more sentences.

SinJin: The words rang stale. He hopped in the internet, navigating towards some new porn sites.

Lorna: "So, you think he'll do it?" Lorna hopped a bit as she made her way down the hall, hands clasped together in clapping amusement. "And hey, your parents'll love it...well, your mother will."

Bobby: "Oh yeah. My mom would be uber happy for a little extra officiality, even if it's not a rabbi." Bobby laughed at her excitement and cocked his head. "Although," he drew out the word in thought. "I suppose we could always stick a beanie on him and just let her draw her own conclusions."

SinJin: Seen it. Seen it. Seen it. St. John wondered what happens when you've seen all the porn on the internet. Well, except for the gross animal stuff and the ones with kids. That wasn't right. He saved his work and turned off his laptop. His muse was off fucking someone else that afternoon.

Lorna: "I bet there's a beanie in the prop closet!" Ha! Perfect! Lorna hopped once more before stopping in front of Ginny's door, knocking. "Room service!"

Bobby: "I dunno, mom might call foul if there's glitter on it..."

SinJin: "Oooh! A distraction!" He bounced off the bed and opened the door. "My fellow brother and sister of the Legion of Geek! You have come to save me from boredom!" He struck a dramatic pose, and then doubled up laughing. "Come on in. He gestured to the bed and plunked down in his desk chair. "What's up?"

Lorna: Lorna struck a pose in turn. "Greetings, brother! We come to plead a favor from you for the greatest of performances!" Okay, no, she couldn't say that without snorting.

Bobby: "Yo, mi hermano!" Bobby didn't make it any further than that before laughing at their antics. "Yes. We require the master thespian, and since Howlett has skipped town that makes you the queen." He gave Ginny a little bow and wink.

SinJin: "Thank you, thank you." He bowed low in return. "So... what is this thing that you want me to do?"

Lorna: Lorna put on her earnest and sincere face, clasping her hands in front of her again. "Ginny, will you marry us?"

SinJin: He blinked. "Eh?"

Bobby: Bobby stifled a grin. "Well, we're already married, obviously. But we need a mulligan."

SinJin: "Say what again? Marry you? Er...don't you need a priest? Or a Judge? Sea Captain? I know I pretend to be a captain...but I'm not sure its the same thing."

Lorna: "We've got that covered." Lorna held out the print out they had made, grinning. (( http://www.themonastery.org/ )) "We're going to try to find you a beanie too if it doesn't have too much glitter."

Bobby: "See? We can make you better, faster... clergy!" Bobby gave Ginny a friendly smack on the arm and his best shit-eating grin.

Lorna: "...er." Lorna tacked on to clergy.

SinJin: "Oh...right." He perused the printout for a minute, his grin getting wider and wider. "Oh, right." He looked up at them. "This sounds like a lark!" His grin matched Bobby's. "So. No twisting of arms here, mates." He sat back. "Though...why?"

Lorna: "Why not?" Lorna just shrugged. "Hey, us nerds have got to stick together and we thought who would enjoy this the most. So we came up with you!"

Bobby: Bobby shrugged. "And to be honest, my parents missed our real wedding, so even though this isn't official, we thought it'd make them happier if we could tell them we had an official... sort of official... conduct things."

SinJin: "Oh, are they coming out here, then?" He sat forward. This sounded like fun. And Bobby was right - nerds flocked together. "I'd be proud to be your official official."

Lorna: "Yep, we figure we'll put something together in the DR or outside maybe and have a great mulligan." Lorna grinned, hey, the first wedding had been fun enough this next one had to be awesome.

Bobby: "Wicked! Thanks, man." He slid his arm around Lorna's shoulders. This should be pretty memorable, for sure. "And it'll only take you 72 hours to be our official official - and then you can add it to your resume! You can even frame the certificate." He considered that. Fun! "Hell, maybe I should do it too?"

SinJin: "We could all take the course together. It should prove to be fun," he said with an anticipatory grin.

Lorna: "Oh yeah, heck, we could open it up to the rest of the school." Lorna snorted quietly at the idea. "I'm pretty sure some people being ordained by anything might be considered blasphemy..."

Lorna: "It could give us some teaching experience too!" She nudged Bobby, laughing.

Bobby: "We can all be brothers and sisters of the cloth, and the nerd, and the mutant... the X-Priests?" He snorted and waved a hand. "The blasphemy just makes it more fun." Bobby nodded at the nudge, still in shock from that one.

SinJin: "Teaching?" he queried, filing X-Priests in his mind for later. Jason would get a kick out of that one.

Lorna: "Weeeell," Lorna grinned, founcing her hair back somewhat cockily. "You see, Howlett's back on Broadway, forget the show actually. I think it's something about Oz? But yeah, student teaching."

SinJin: "Oh, right! Well if you ever need a TA...or just some T & A..." he winked.

Bobby: Bobby laughed. "Hey now, watch what A you're showing to my wife." He grinned at her preening. "But isn't that cool? She's going to be our new personal Howlette!" He leaned into her to give her a kiss on the temple. "I wouldn't have skipped dance class all those years if you'd been the teacher, babe."

Lorna: "Can that be my title instead of quasi-teacher? Howlette? I like it." Lorna tried the title out again, trying to get the stance right with it before laughing. "Well hey, I can always use a hand I'm sure. Just imagine the ridiculous things I get to make people do! I wonder if Howlett would mind if we kept his Opus and put it on sometime."

SinJin: St. John made gagging noises. "Please, no." He drew back Dracula-like and hissed, "please do not make us do zat horrible play!"

Bobby: "We'll get you a name plaque that says 'Howlette' and everything." He had to agree with Ginny's assessment of the Opus though. "Maybe we could do a rewrite on that sucker?"

SinJin: "Burn it, more like."

Lorna: "We could turn it into a comedy! It'll be like Gone With the Wind meets Waiting for Guffman!"

Bobby: Bobby just shook his head. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

SinJin: He nodded at Bobby. "So, when are we having this ceremony?" he asked to divert Lorna's attention.

Lorna: "Well, once you've got your piece of paper saying you can and we've got the parents up I guess we're good to go."

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Hah! Man, the crack weddings (and un-weddings) we have.

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Bobby: "Well... shit." Bobby blew out an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh and levered himself back up onto the truck's bench seat. Apparently they really had smoked it all, and he was not hitting up Hector for any more.

Bobby: After all... it was a terrible example to set, on many levels. But, those kids were making him crazy. Propped on his elbow, Bobby stared blankly at the seat. He frowned. He picked a long, brown hair from the seat belt, nose wrinkling when it snapped.

Bobby: It was probably Lorna's left over from her adventures in dye, but it almost looked too long, and it reminded him of... Hey, I haven't heard from her for a while. Wonder how's life down on the farm. He let the hair drift to the floor and dug in his pocket for his phone, searching out her number.

Rogue: Rogue jumped as her phone started blaring Bobby's ringtone and she dug it out of her pocket."Bugsy, Ah ain't lookin' ta go on any heists with ya no more. Thought Ah made that clear when ya nearly got us shot up last time." She couldn't help the grin, "Hey, sugah. Long time no speak." Rogue gave Sam a quick kiss and rolled off the blanket they had been lying on, watching the stars, to step away a bit to talk.

Bobby: "But how was I supposed to know that stool pigeon was a fed too?" Bobby laughed and sat up, propping his feet on the open door. "It has been a long time - I miss my flying buddy." His grin turned a little wicked.

Rogue: Rogue pulled a face, "Ugh. Don't remind me. Prefer mah own flight or Sam's thank y'all all tha same." She blew Sam a kiss and grinned when he caught it. "How're things goin' up there? Quiet an' borin' like every ol' break we get? Or did y'all go off somewhere excitin'?"

Bobby: "Nope, we're at the school and it's entirely too exciting." He picked at a frayed spot on his jeans. "We really should have tried to escape when we had a chance. Early-late honeymooncation or something."

Rogue: Rogue laughed out loud at that, "Honeymooncation? What's goin' on?" Her smile dropped the second she remembered everything that had happened before summer, "Everybody ok? Do we need ta come home?"

Bobby: "Oh! No, no, nothing like that... unless you happen to be good with kids?" He hadn't intended on trying to recruit her, but holy hell did they need all the help they could get.

Rogue: "Ah love kids," she grinned, kind of relieved that there wasn't anything bad happening. And then her eyes widened and she got really excited, really quickly, "Is Lorna pregnant?!"

Bobby: "Weeeeell, if you love them that mu-" he cut off mid-wheedle with a snort. "No. I'm sure my voice would be a few octaves higher from her violent retribution if I'd knocked her up right now."

Rogue: She laughed out loud at that and went back to sit next to Sam, "Ok, ok. Fine. So then why'd ya ask if Ah was good with kids? What's goin' on? Leech not behavin'?"

Bobby: "Well, no, but that's normal. Imagine if we had ten Leeches living at the school, then don't imagine it, because it's reality."

Rogue: Rogue just sat there for a minute then laughed a bit, "Ah'm sorry... Ah thought ya said y'all have ten Leech's at school..."

Bobby: "Oh, I did, Dollface." He laughed without much humor. "It's not like he snorted some cloning dust from McCoy's lab or anything, but Chuck got a bad, bad idea into his little bald head this summer. He's got some mutant kids staying here... kind of like Camp Crystal Lake, only everybody's Jason."

Rogue: Rogue winced, "Wow. Yeah, that don't sound real appetizin'. Reckon y'all can escape it though what with most o' tha teachers still bein' there, right? So ya can still take ya honeymoonication or whatever."

Bobby: "Oh, if only it were that simple..." Bobby stopped picking at his jeans and instead ran an icy finger over the dashboard, drawing an elaborate pattern in the dust. "I didn't tell you I got a job, did I?"

Rogue: "Why ain't it that simple?" Rogue frowned, "An' no... Y'all quit MegaTokyo?"

Bobby: "Yeah, I did... which was pretty damn funny, actually, because I thought Claude was gonna cry." He grinned at the memory, then bit the corner of his lip. "I'm going to be working a little closer to home now."

Rogue: Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Poor guy. Ah'm sure he'll do fine though." She reached over and ran her fingers through Sam's hair, watching as the moon reflected off of his hair a bit. She smiled down at him as he watched her. "Oh? Where's that?"

Bobby: "Well, at school. Chuck hired me. Like, as a teacher..." He tried to sound more sure of that than he felt, because he was half expecting her to tell him he was lucky he was qualified to teach beginning shoe-tying.

Rogue: Rogue couldn't help the snicker at that, "As a teacher?" Dang. She was sitting too close to Sam to make a crack about hitting on a teacher... "What is it ya teachin', sugah? Ass-backwards relationships an' how ta avoid trouble with tha missus?"

Bobby: His nose wrinkled. She really did just laugh at him! He stopped tracing the pattern and ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. "Um... physical education. Sort of. Tactics and stuff... like Rankin did, and Lizzie..."

Rogue: Rogue blinked for a second and her hand stilled in Sam's hair for a moment before she pulled it into her lap again. "Really? Ah mean, really? So... Y'all're gonna be mah teacher then..." She smirked, "Well, then. Sure y'all'll be nicer ta deal with than Liz. Didn't much like her... Just kinda tolerated her. But hey! Best friend bein mah tactics an' trainin' teacher? Thinkin' Ah like that a bit better. But don't expect me ta not cuss ya out now that Ah ain't invulnerable.”

Bobby: "Well, invulnerability hadn't stopped you from that before I got hired as Rankinette, so..." He smirked a little, but still felt uneasy. "I'm going to get some training... like, after summer camp. To make sure I can teach. But yeah... really. I'm officially an authority figure."

Rogue: "No, it didn't. But Ah'm gonna be in a bit o' pain now 'steada just groanin' 'cause Ah don't wanna do it." She grinned, "Ta make sure ya can? Sugah, y'all're gonna be fine. Y'all've been helpin' me train with mah powers f' a long time now. Ya did great at teachin' me how ta use ya powers, so ya gonna be great at helpin' others how ta use their bodies." She had to smirk again, "Still hard ta picture y'all as an authority figure though... Ain't scary enough..."

Bobby: "How to use their bodies? Well, well..." He had to laugh at that, and inject his voice with the proper insinuation. Well, wait.... was that sexual harassment now that he was a teacher? Shit.

Bobby: "I can work on scary." He cleared his throat and tried the scary voice. "You call that a push-up!? I've seen drunk toddlers do better than that!" He nearly snorted at the end, but kept it together. It was a relief that at least she would accept him as a teacher. Lorna'd said it'd be fine. Looks like she was right, as usual.

Rogue: Rogue had to laugh at that, "Wow. Yeah... Sorry, Ah just don't think ya gonna be able ta scare me... Maybe some o' tha new kids... But Ah know ya too well." She laughed a little more and shook her head, "Did y'all get put up f' this job or did y'all ask f' it?"

Bobby: "No, he just asked me. It was the weirdest thing... I mean, I wasn't surprised he hired Dee to teach, since she was Lizzie's assistant and all, and team leader... but me?" He shrugged and narrowed his eyes, trying a different, deeper scary tone. "I'll think of a way to motivate you, Miss Anna. Don't worry."

Rogue: "Oh, Mr. Drake... Please, Ah'd really 'preciate it if ya wouldn't..." She tried ta give him her best mock-scared voice. "An' if ya couldn't tell through mah tone, Ah'd be battin' mah eyelashes over big ol' scared doe eyes," she barely managed not to snicker at the end of that.

Bobby: "Well, you do have the doe eyes down." He laughed, rolling his own eyes. It would be a challenge to get any respect from the older students, but hey. He liked challenges. Sometimes. "But, so anyway, long story short there... I can't escape the summer camp."

Rogue: "Yuck. Well... Glad Ah ain't there. An' extra glad Ah ain't a teacher!" She laughed and shook her head again, "That sounds like an itty bitty hell on earth, darlin'."

Bobby: "Yes, indeed. I mean, I get it. I do. It's not a bad idea, in theory. These kids... well, I can see why they'd not be too good at 'blending.' So, being around older mutants, it's got to be a good thing... except... well, Monet and Hector are here, so you can imagine."

Rogue: "Oh man. Ah bet they're just tha kid's favorites!" She cringed and laid back down next to Sam. "Ah bet Leech an' Johnny're lovin' havin' other kids though. It really is good f' 'em."

Bobby: "Well, Johnny loves playmates, but Leech wants to convert them all into his own private army. I don't think Chuck's ever going to deprogram that kid." Bobby continued tracing patterns on the dash, realizing the doodles looked kind of like Freddy and his ever-present giant lollypops.

Rogue: "Well... Ya never know. Maybe he just needs someone ta take charge o' him... Like Jono did. But show him a different way o' livin'. He just misses his family, sug. Anybody would an' tha kid's been through a lot o' trauma losin' 'em." She laid her head on Sam's chest and let the phone rest on her face. "Tha other kids have friends an' family?"

Bobby: Bobby just grunted in response to her analysis of Leech. "Yeah, they do. Chuck sweet talked their folks into having them come here. Apparently, he's considering expanding the school to include younger kids..."

Rogue: "Y'all're kiddin' right? We're a university.... What're we gonna do with a bunch o' kids runnin' aro---" Rogue's eyes went wide, "He wants us ta censor ourselves. That ain't fair."

Bobby: "Well, as an official authority figure? I suppose I should say we need some censoring." He wiped his palm across the dashboard doodle.

Rogue: "Oh y'all cain't even talk 'bout that. Ah know exactly what y'all've done an' where. Y'all have just as much fun with it as tha rest o' us, don't ya dare deny it."

Bobby: "Oh, I don't. My whole authority-ness... yeah, well, we both know it's ornamental. Mostly I'm just pissed I do have to behave with these kids around." He leaned back against the seat, again wishing he'd found a joint's worth of irresponsibility. "Between babysitting and prepping for teaching this fall, Dee and I have been busy. Too busy with the wrong things."

Rogue: "Aww..." Rogue made a thoughtful face, "An' funnily enough, Sam an' Ah've had plenty o' time f' bein' busy tha right way. 'Leastways after tha work an' things." She pulled a face, "An' his mama threw us a party ta 'celebrate'. That was kinda awkward..."

Bobby: "Right, your non-committal commitment." He still had to congratulate Sam on that one. It didn't even bother him that it meant Sam was getting laid more than him right now. "Well, it's something to celebrate, right?"

Rogue: "No. It ain't. Which is why it made me so darned mad." Sam gave her a look and she took a breath, "But it's over now, thank God."

Bobby: "Riiiight." Bobby shook his head. "Well, one of these days we'll get to our actual committal recommitment, then there can be celebration without awkward. Well, no. That'll be awkward too. Anything involving my parents is kind of awkward, but amusingly awkward hopefully."

Rogue: Rogue grinned at that, "That'll be fun. Ah kinda miss proddin' at Dad. Y'all find him irritatin', Ah find him amusin'... Ah'll keep him outta ya hair an' make sure ya mama gets plenty o' pictures."

Bobby: His eyebrow lifted at dad, but he had to smile. "Sounds like a good plan, babe."

Rogue: "Still think y'all should bring Elvis in f' tha ceremony... Have it be a re-enactment." She grinned, "An' Ah promise Ah won't hurt him after this time."

Bobby: "Didn't I tell you? Ginny is doing the ceremony." The smile grew at that. Ordination had proved to be very fun indeed. "In fact, I could do it myself. I could do a re-enactment of your non-commitment too, with less flaming."

Rogue: "Howlett didn't do nothin' but stand there. An' take a couple pictures. Sam an' Ah just talked ta each other." She frowned, "An' no, ya didn't tell me... Should have him put on an Elvis costume."

Bobby: "That's not a bad idea at all. He'd totally go for that. Elvis costume, complete with wig, and a yarmulke. Possibly a sequined one." He cackled.

Rogue: Rogue laughed, "Ah think he might even be able ta pull off tha creepy hittin' on Lorna an' me stuff... That'd be funny."

Bobby: "Just this once, I'd even give him bonus points for hitting on me too." He chuckled. "Yeah, so, we'll get around to that..."

Rogue: That got a good giggle out of her, "Ah'd love ta see that." She snuggled tighter to Sam. "Y'all need me ta kick some people in tha butt ta get it goin'? Ah can still be pretty intimidatin' when Ah need ta be. Don't need powers f' that."

Bobby: "Well, right now? The holdup is my dad. Well, aside from the kiddie thing and the surprise jobs..." Bobby shook his head a little at that. "He's doing a government audit, so he can't take time off. He said to just do it without him, because we know how much he loves this idea, but mom gave him a big fat no on that."

Rogue: "Yeah, Ah'll bet she did... An' as much as Ah enjoy proddin' ya daddy, don't think Ah'd be able ta intimidate him outta work..." Rogue chewed her lip some, "Well... Guess we'll just hafta wait then."

Bobby: "Yep. Oh well. It'll give us a good excuse for a party later on." He stretched and checked his watch. He didn't have to stay with the kids tonight, thankfully, but he should check in before he went to bed... be boringly responsible. "To celebrate when the brats... I mean, mutant youth... go home."

Rogue: Rogue laughed again, "Yeah, keep that teacher mentality up, sug. Gonna be hard ta break some o' y'all's habits if'n ya don't." She kissed Sam's chest then rolled back to lie beside him, looking up at the stars. "Hopefully by tha time Ah get back they'll all be gone... Ah love kids. Ah don't wanna get turned off ta tha idea o' havin' 'em some day."

Bobby: That made both eyebrows shoot up. He pulled the phone away from his ear, blinking at it before putting it back to his ear. "Um... you feeling okay? Not got any bee flu, or anything?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "No... No bee flu... Think Ah'm immune since mah last case. Why?"

Bobby: "You don't want to get turned off to the idea of having kids? I mean, not that I disagree, because God knows Leech makes me hope that my own kids wouldn't call me 'Ugly Man.'"

Rogue: "Why would Ah not wanna get turned off ta tha idea? Ah've always wanted kids..."

Bobby: "Yeah, but..." Oh. Andy patch. Right.

Rogue: "But...?" Rogue was now really confused. "Bugs? Y'all ok?"

Bobby: "Oh, I'm fine." Bobby decided it wasn't worth the patch argument again, but he couldn't resist... "Andy should patent his patches."

Rogue: "Sure he'd make a fortune from 'em." She grinned, "Ah'd buy 'im out f' sure. Hey, y'all seen tha sky t'night? It's gorgeous."

Bobby: "Not really." He slid off the bench seat and shut the door, remembering for once to lock it. Wandering out of the garage, he looked up, leaning back against the wall. "Hey, moon's almost full."

Rogue: She smirked, "Yup. Sam'n Ah're layin' outside lookin' at tha stars. Real peaceful out. Should take Lorna up ta tha roof an' do tha same. Get away from tha kids some."

Bobby: "That, Dollface, sounds like a fantastic idea. We could get in some practice for kids ourselves..." A really fantastic idea. "And since it sounds like you guys might be doing that too, I'll let you get back to it."

Rogue: Rogue gave Sam a sideways glance, "We could be... If we moved tha blanket further out from tha house..." Sam gave her a curious look and she grinned wide, "Have fun, Bugsy! Love ya, hun!"

Bobby: Bobby signed off with a grin and headed back to the house, whistling a tune under his breath. Okay, maybe this responsibility thing wouldn't be too bad after all.

(He's so whistling Henry the 8th, btw )

[Slarti]

Return of the Jedi

Bobby: The others could handle the brats... little wonders for a while, Bobby decided, turning off his cell phone and hoping Monet wouldn't want to touch his mind to page him. It was his night off, and it was already supposed to have started two hours ago, but Freddy'd broken another bed, so he'd had to stick around.

Bobby: He opened the fridge door and cocked his head. Yeah, he'd thought he'd smelled beer on that Skids girl last night... dammit. But, Bobby had learned to be sneaky. He closed the door and headed for the pots and pans. Opening the cabinet door, he crouched and fairly crawled inside.

Jay: Jay dripped and squelched his way into the deeper bowels of the school, headed in one direction, large wings drooping from tiredness. If Xavier hadn't had any sudden makeovers, the kitchen was this way, and if he knew the brand of students, there was beer in that thar kitchen. And he'd be damned if he was facing anyone without it. Plus...it had been a long time since beer.

Jay: He found the door marked 'Staff Kitchen' and smiled a little before pushing it open, maneuvering his wings through the door. Then he stopped at the sight of an ass poking out of a cupboard, with some muffled muttering he couldn't quite recognise. Fuck. "Uh...hi there." He didn't bother hiding the Georgian drawl. He hadn't done it for a while anyway. "Y'all alright?"

Bobby: There was a muffled thud, a curse and then the muttering stopped. Bobby backed up slowly, marveling that one of the kids had found him this fast. He left the six pack just inside the cabinet and straightened up. "I was just looking for the dutch oven." He looked up from dusting off his jeans as he spoke. "For... the... camp...?”

Bobby: Bobby closed his mouth, opened it again. "...Jay?"

Jay: Jay stared for a moment, before breaking out in a wide, albeit tired grin. "Hey Bobby." Out of all the people to see first, Bobby was definitely his first choice. He rolled his shoulders, wings hitching a little. "In the flesh, so t' speak. Ah just flew in..." He trailed off lamely, hand rubbing unconsciously at the heavy scarring on his side.

Bobby: For one of the few times in his life, Bobby was still speechless. "...Jay?" It sure looked like Jay, it sounded like Jay... but, but Jay was dead. Right? He blinked. Well, he had been dead a couple times too, he supposed. "Omigod! Jay!" He tackled the shorter boy with a hug.

Jay: Jay let out an 'oof' as he was hit with a ballistic Bobby, blinking before wrapping his arms around him and returning the hug. "Yeah, yeah, it's me." He smiled, holding onto the other boy tightly. "Why, y'all know any other winged dudes?" He squeezed hard. "Good t' see ya, Bobby. Real good."

Bobby: "Wow... it's awesome to see you!" He returned the squeeze and stepped back, holding him out at arm's length. "Shit, dude! It's really, really you!" Bobby looked him over once, then noticing the scars, but couldn't stop himself from blurting "How?"

Jay: Jay bit his lip. "Ah don't know. Thought Ah was gonna die'n all, ya know? Crawled until Ah passed out...both mah wings were wrecked and..." He trailed off, staring into space, before shaking his head. "Y'all gotta beer? Ain' had one in months." He grinned at Bobby again, flicking still-wet red hair out of his face.

Bobby: Bobby had tried hard to forget that day, but he remembered the blood... everywhere. The red feathers... He made a face. "Yeah... It was..." hell. He was afraid to ask about Jill, so he took the change of subject. "Actually, yeah! I was just... when I was... there's a stash in the cabinet to keep the kiddies out of the booze."

Bobby: He babbled on as he fetched the six pack and set it on the counter. Bobby picked two and frosted them, popping the lids with the force of the ice. "Magic beer." He grinned and handed Jay one before taking a long swallow of his own.

Jay: "And cold too." Jay grinned back and took a deep pull of the bottle, before closing his eyes in bliss. "Oh god...y'all have no idea how good that tastes. No idea." He took another drink and let out a healthy belch. "Makes it all worth it." He sighed. "So...y' thought I was dead, then?"

Bobby: "Yep, I'm always good for a cold beer." Bobby grinned, taking another pull from the bottle himself. Oh, calming alcohol... He managed to stifle his own belch. Lorna had trained him well. "Yeah, man..." He leaned against the counter. "I was there. That day, I mean. One of the kids... Leech. Jono sent him to us for help." He looked down, picking at the label. "We were too late."

Jay: "...I know. Nothing you coulda done, dude. We were...it was total surprise, y' know?" Jay looked down at his beer, rolling the bottle between his hands. "Leech made it? Is he okay? Did...did anyone else?"

Bobby: "Yeah, he actually lives here. Has a massive crush on Lorna." He licked his lips and took another drink. "We don't think so, man. ...they were real thorough..." Bobby looked up at him. "Have you seen anybody else?"

Jay: Jay stared at his beer for a moment before taking a deep drink. "No." He said finally. "Looks like only me'n Leech made it, then." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah...kid likes his green."

Bobby: "Damn. Sorry, man." He sighed and realized most of his beer was gone, so he finished the bottle and frosted two more, waggling one at Jay. There... wasn't much else to say about the slaughter of hundreds of mutants, was there?

Jay: "It's alright. Y'all came." Jay finished his first and took the second gratefully. "That's all we coulda asked for. Ah was probably long gone, eh?" He gave Bobby a lopsided grin. "Ah know Jill-" He coughed. "-she'da said the same." He took a deep drink. "Happier subject time, yeah? Kids stealin' y'alls booze?"

Bobby: "Yep, we came..." He covered his sour face with another swallow. Yeah, subject change. Good idea. "Yeah! And not just underclassmen kids... like, kids kids." Bobby realized Jay had been away for a long time and made an excited gesture. "Dude! I'm a teacher now! Seriously!"

Jay: "...Dude, seriously?" Jay stared at Bobby outright before laughing. "Ah do not believe that. Not at all. And why y'all got kids runnin' around? Or have more people been havin' kids?"

Bobby: "I am! Totally! And yeah... I'm not sure I believe it either." He started to take a drink and then remembered the other, older news of importance. "Married too! Year and a half." Bobby grinned broadly.

Jay: "...Married? Dude. Way to totally break my heart." Jay gave him a grin. "But that's...that's good news. T' Lorna, right?" Year and a half? Really that long? "Y'all hearing the patter of tiny feet yet, eh? What about Remy and TJ?"

Bobby: "Yep, she hasn't kicked me out yet. But if she ever does, I'll keep ya on my short list, deal?" Bobby wrinkled his nose at him and laughed. "No pattering for us - we have mastered proper birth control. However... there's been a lot of other pattering."

Bobby: He cleared his throat. "Well, the best way to put that is that Remy's single. TJ, um, she died. Like, a more than a year ago. She was pregnant... complications." Bobby jumped up on the counter. "Lots of other kids around though. And the kids now... well, we're hosting a mutant summer camp, of all things."

Jay: "Oh." Jay looked down and nodded, taking a swig out of his bottle. "Damn." There was a moment of silence. "Um. Summer camp? Why? And nice to know Ah'm a comfortable second, dude." He grinned widely.

Bobby: Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, summer camp. Chuckles is trying to decide if he wants to expand the school program, and give the kids some, um, 'positive mutant role models.'" The beer bottle sloshed a bit as he exaggerated drawing the air quotes.

Jay: "...And he brought 'em here?" Jay mock-groaned, taking a deep drink. "That don't seem like such a good idea, y'all. Not that Ah don't think ya capable...but Ah mean, if they let you in as a teacher..." He grinned cheekily.

Bobby: "Hey, hey! I can turn it off and on now, y'know? Like an immaturity switch." He winked. "So don't make me wedgie you." Bobby took another drink and gave Jay another look. He was always skinny, but the guy looked even skinnier now... and the scars... "So, you staying? Signing back up for class?"

Jay: "Y'all say the sweetest things, darlin'." Jay winked, before looking down at his bottle and shrugging. "Ain't got nowhere else to go. So may as well stick around. Ah...Ah wanna know who did it and why too." He looked back up at Bobby, eyes narrowed slightly. "Y' know? Because it shouldn't have happened. We weren't hurtin' nobody down there."

Bobby: "Good," he nodded, grin turning sly for a moment. "I'll see about getting you a room, man. And some clothes." Bobby sobered at that and sighed. "Yeah, I know. We did an investigation and tried to ... but there wasn't a lot of evidence. I mean, we know who did it, but who they were working for? No."

Jay: "Ah...haven't been back since." Jay finished his beer. "Thanks, Bobby." He smiled gratefully, putting the bottle on the top. "Yeah, Ah need to dry off and get some real food in me."

Bobby: "No problem." He reached out and flicked the damp, unruly red hair before finishing off his own beer. "It's just good to have you back. You know where the food is, and I'll go find Chuck and get something ready for you."

Jay: Jay smiled at the flick, before pulling Bobby in for another damp hug. "It's good to be back, dude. Real good."

[Slarti]

After Crash and Burn in the Summer Camp thread.

Lorna: "So...how bad is it?" Lorna was watching for signs of the tow truck, breathing as if she had taken a beginner's lamaze course, and reminding herself It's just a car. It's just a car. "Nothing that can't be fixed after all...right?" Breathe in, breathe out, in, out.

Bobby: "Well... the kids were kind of, um, hysterical. So it was hard to get a real straight story outta them." Bobby leaned against the doorframe and ran his hand through his hair. "We'll get it fixed. Don't worry." He tried to give her a reassuring smile. He knew this wasn't going to be pretty.

SinJin: St. John waited with his friends, having come out to the garage to check on his surfboard. "So...what exactly happened? They went for a joy ride?"

Lorna: "I guess so?" Lorna sort of whimpered, looking to the space where her bab-...car lived. Empty, empty and woeful. Pull it together, Lorna. It's a car Her car! Her. Car. She sighed and leaned back against Bobby. "Yeah, I know. It'll be fine. Might even learn something mechanical."

SinJin: He winced. Her car had been pretty hot. He patted her shoulder comfortingly. "It can't be that bad. They're only kids."

Bobby: Bobby made a pained face at Ginny. Yeah, it could be that bad. But he put his arms around Lorna and set his chin on her shoulder. "Yeah... joy ride. They sneaked off last night while Anna was asleep and I was in the kitchen. She woke up and flipped shit, but by the time we started a search... and I realized what car they had... some dude brought the little juvies back to us."

Lorna: "At least they didn't take the jet?" She laughed weakly, swallowing nervously as she went back to watching. "I think I hear something coming. Think it's it?"

Bobby: "Good point! But too bad they didn't go for the Porsche..." Bobby grinned wickedly and looked over at Andy's car, still safe in its spot. He tilted his head to listen. "I dunno, babe. I don't hear anything."

Bobby: He looked at Ginny again. "So! What are you up to today? Spreading your sacramental joy?"

Lorna: "Can you bless my car?"

SinJin: "Oh yes." He tugged at his collar he wore. "I've just come up with the best thing." He jumped up and stood in front of them theatrically. "Lorna, I think we should have a Betazoid wedding - that way, you won't have to spend money on a dress." He hoped it would distract her from her car for a bit.

Lorna: "..." A slow grin crept over Lorna's face and she turned to look up at Bobby. "What would your dad think of that?"

Bobby: "Ha! I think that would be fantastic. We could still even wear the yarmulkes to make mom happy." Bobby cackled. "Wait... unless that means my parents would be naked too. Because I've seen enough of that for one lifetime." He shuddered and buried his face on her shoulder.

Lorna: Lorna paled even more. She also elbowed Bobby because...well, he deserved it for that.

Bobby: His 'ow' was muffled.

SinJin: "I've started my own website to see who will pay enough money to fly me to where ever to perform them. I've gotten three suckers...er, clients." He grimaced Yeah parents in the nude not so good. "But a nice traditional ivory dress would be very pretty too."

Lorna: "You mean my Princess Leia outfit would be too tacky?"

Bobby: Bobby's head shot up. "I vote for that!"

SinJin: "Well...we could change out the skirt for a white one," he looked at Lorna critically, then laughed.

Lorna: "So what would you wear if I wore that?" She grinned, basking in the distraction from her car.

Bobby: "Yep. That'd be all class, babe! I think we should go for that option." He grinned and tickled her side for elbowing payback. "Hmmm.... the Han pants?"

Lorna: "Yes!"

SinJin: "In white. A White Wedding. Or Luke's white outfit.”

Bobby: Bobby was all for that, until... "White?"

SinJin: "Or not," he said quickly.

Lorna: "We can toss a white tie on you if we want that. Then I have a leash too."

Bobby: "Hey, I could go for white and no underwear too, but... yeah, I don't want to scare my mom." He laughed. "Okay. A leash I like."

Lorna: "Hmm, can we use the white version for a second honeymoon?"

Bobby: "Hmm. That sounds like a plan. And we can get the special edition bikini for you." Distraction was working. Excellent! Bobby gave her a squeeze and a sneaky squint toward the driveway, looking for the tow truck.

SinJin: St. John laughed and finally tugged the collar off. "Damn thing's rather uncomfortable." He put it in his pocket, taking the time to watch the long drive, wondering if he'd heard something. "It's a nice day for a white wedding," he sang.

Lorna: "You think we can get everyone to break out into Billy Idol once the ceremony is over?" Lorna sounded hopeful. "That would be fantastic!"

Bobby: "That would be awesome. I can just picture the looks of confusion on my folks' faces. Your dad could coach them though." Bobby could already picture that.

SinJin: "Billy Idol at weddings should be a rule." He watched as the truck slowly came into view. "Oh," he said in shock as it pulled around and drew nearer.

Bobby: Bobby forced himself to not tense up as the truck rolled up the drive -- holy shit, that looks smooshed! - and leaned down to kiss Lorna's cheek. "It'll be okay. We'll get Millie fixed."

Lorna: A sort of squeaking noise came out when Lorna saw her car. "It...looks like she lost her fight with the Death Star." Well, this was going to be some really expensive birth control if anything. "She'll be fixed... she'll be fixed." Lorna cleared her throat as her voice started to get high and worried again. "She'll be fixed."

Bobby: "Yep! She'll be fixed!" Bobby tried to sound confidently cheerful as the truck rolled to a stop and he gave her a last squeeze before heading out to meet it.

SinJin: He skipped back to give Lorna a fierce hug. "I'll even help fix her." Good Lord, it looks...unfixable. He gave her a rather fixed grin and squeezed her hand. "You'll see; she'll be like new." His tone was a hair from despair.

Bobby: "She just got a little too close to the thermal exhaust port during that last Death Star run." He circled around to get a better look. "Nothing a little elbow grease can't - oh, shi!" A bit of trim popped off the fender as he ran a hand over it. "Um, fix."

Lorna: Lorna grinned. She grinned hard as if she thought if she tried hard enough she could make this positive. "...I think we're going to need an old priest and a young priest...at least we've got one covered here."

SinJin: He went over to poke at it as well, seeing there was nothing else to do. He also vowed to research cars - he had no idea what the little doohickey was that stuck out of the fender that now lay at Bobby's feet. He peeked inside. At least that didn't look too bad...was that blood? He shot a panicked glance at Bobby, pointing at the stain on the wheel, keeping his body between his gesticulation and Lorna.

SinJin: "Way too close," he agreed with Bobby.

Bobby: He picked up the trim quickly. "Too bad Wagner's not around anymore then, huh?" Bobby blinked and peered inside to see what Ginny was so excited about. At first he didn't see anything - wait, was that blood? He made a face and ducked his head inside, quickly icing the spot and rubbing at it.

Lorna: Lorna wandered to the back of the car, wincing as she looked at the more... smooshed bits. "Maybe we can just dunk Xavier in holy water and toss a cassock around him?"

SinJin: "That could work." He screwed up his face. "He'd make an excellent creepy priest."

Bobby: Bobby really wished the car wasn't fiberglass right about now. At least with the new jobs they could afford to fix the car... he hoped. "Yeah, this does prove that we need to work with those kids more. The mallrat at the wheel has force fields. Too bad she didn't just shield the car."

Lorna: "Yeah...maybe we can get Forge to work on it?...then we'd probably end up with a Transformer." Lorna paused, realizing just how awesome that could be.

Bobby: "Ooooh, wicked!" Stain vanquished, Bobby's head popped back up to grin at her over the roof of the car. "Or maybe not a Transformer if you don't want her talking back. Like, a Bond car! Make her into a submarine or something."

SinJin: "That is a most excellent idea, Lorna." He patted the car and stepped away as the piece he'd fondled dropped off. "Er. Sorry."

Bobby: Bobby gave him a strained smile and picked up that bit too, placing all the loose parts inside on the seat.

SinJin: "Well, let's go see what Forge thinks."

[Edited on 14-8-2009 by Slarti]

[Esynthia]

heh... oops? ><

[Slarti]

Bad, bad Leech!

[fourpawsonthefloor]

LMAO. Too funny. Lorna should be able to ting the dents out herself though, right?

[Slarti]

Well, we were thinking that too, but then I remembered Corvettes are fiberglass.

Cutlery may be hers, but fiberglass body work ain't.

><

[Esynthia]

Bad, bad Leech!

Leech didn't pick the corvette! Sally did! Bad, bad, Sally! And Kitty too! Leech figured they'd just use a school car. ><

[steyn]

Just glad they left the motorcycles alone

[Esynthia]

Rogue's is safe in Kentucky.

[Ferguson]

Piotr: Piotr sat in the courtyard. It was a little more humid than he was used to but he figured soon the weather would begin to cool.

Piotr: He took a drag off of his Peter II menthol cigarette as he scanned through his trusty copy of "The Prince"

Piotr: I wonder what he would have to say about this place?

Piotr: Piotr ashed his cigarette and took a moment to smooth out his Dolce and Gabbana blazer, which he has altered to match his current style.

Lorna: "Hey, anybody seen Professor Forge around?" Lorna wandered out from the direction of the garage after spending some mournful quality time with Millie. She had done what she could do and now it was truly time to call in the obsessive one-handed professional.

Piotr: Piotr looked up from his reading and tucked the tuft of hair over his eye behind his ear, "Nope sorry can't say as I have."

Piotr: Piotr looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl who looked to be just about at her ropes end.

Jay: Jay tucked his wings in as he slipped into the courtyard, humming some random classic to himself - in violins, with a nice brassy harmony in the background - a beer in hand and a smoke in the other. He paused, stretching out a wing and putting the cigarette in his mouth to scratch at the wing, pulling out a feather as he did so. "Aw damnit." He muttered, still humming the music.

Piotr: "Ummm...something I could help ya with?" Piotr said as he placed his bookmark in and flicked away his cigarette.

Jay: He moved into the courtyard proper and blinked in the sunlight, before spotting the new boy and Lorna. "Hey y'all!"

Lorna: "Thanks." Lorna gave him a nod. "No, just needing him for a repair project." She saw Jay and grinned. "You know, you're supposed to keep those in. The mice'll appreciate it though. Don't suppose you've seen Forge, have you? I'm trying to catch him before he's toasted and in the middle of his two-step."

Piotr: Piotr turned around Oh it's the bird boy from the other day

Piotr: "Hey...err Jay isn't it?"

Jay: Jay grinned, before handing the feather to her and pulling out the cigarette. "Bobby wants me to give him any spares." He turned to the big guy. "Yeah, that's me." He smiled, relaxing a little. Not too bad looking, actually. "Y'all doin' alright there? Piotr, right?"

Hector: Hector stepped out of the garage, "Yo... Lorna... What happened?.... You creamed the machine?" He grinned pulling out a cigarette and lighting up.

Piotr: "Yea that's me," Piotr said before turning back to the girl and smirking a bit as he looked her over, "Piotr Rasputin and you would be...ahh."

Piotr: Piotr was startled for a second from the sudden appearance of another.

Piotr: As he waited for his heart to drop from his throat he reached for another cigg and smoothed out his blazer again.

Lorna: "The kids...they went on a 'joy ride' apparently." She sighed as she answered Hector's question. Oh, duh, new student! Okay, so Lorna was a bit on the distracted side. "Oh, sorry, I'm...yeah a bit wigged out. Lorna Drake."

Piotr: "Pleasure to make your acquaintence....yea I remember kids joy riding back home in Brighton Beach."

Jay: Jay raised an eyebrow at being so casually brushed off, taking a pull of beer before putting the cigarette back in his mouth. He looked at the sky, squinting, before flicking his second lids. "Wait, the kids did what now?"

Piotr: Piotr glanced over Lorna's shoulder to the other one, Why does he look like the kind of guy Igor always kicked out of his clubs

Hector: "I'd hate to promote steriotype... But if you want, I could take a look at it, see if I can get it running..." He grabbed a sit out in the grass and stretched out his legs.

Lorna: "They took Millie out and made a very close acquaintance with another car." Breathe in, breathe out, she was going to rebuild it. "Well, might have to if Forge is already hit the town but I'm hoping to catch him and see if we can't make her...really special."

Jay: "Armor plating, machine guns, childlock, that kinda thing?" Jay grinned.

Piotr: Piotr took a long drag off his cigarette and felt the calming haze that one can only get from the opium in russian cigarettes.

Piotr: He leaned slightly at the one sitting on the grass, "Ya got a name greasemonkey?" Piotr said with a slight smirk.

Hector: "Yeap." He grinned and blew a smoke ring and laid down, stairing up at the clouds.

Piotr: "So uhh Yeap...what's the word around here any good botanists around?"

Hector: "Ha.. Yeap, You're looking at him." He grinned again.

Piotr: "I see...perhaps we can talk later."

Lorna: "...okay, since the school year's not started and I'm only now setting up the classroom I'll just tune that out instead of being good staff."

Piotr: "So Jay...working on getting an FWI huh?"

Jay: Jay looked at the guy sprawled on the ground with interest, raising an eyebrow and breathing out a plume of smoke before switching back to Piotr. "A what?"

Piotr: "FWI... Flying while intoxicated."

Hector: "Maybe, I'm a busy guy." He grinned at Lorna, "I'm sure he's just wanting a study buddy for biology." Stupid stupid man...

Piotr: "Actually I'm signed up for AP Chem but thanks for the offer."

Lorna: "You're going to help Professor Munroe with her flowers maybe." Lorna couldn't help but laugh.

Jay: "Ah." Jay smirked, raising his beer. "Ah don't have a licence to lose and Ah ain' registered either." Yup, definitely pretty. Little bit big for his tastes though. "And flyin' drunk's pretty fun in all, really."

Piotr: Hmmm why do I get the impression I just asked to buy drugs in front of a TA or somethin

Piotr: "Registered you mean as a pilot...or registered."

Hector: He grinned, "Worse fates out there."

Jay: "Mutant registered. What's the point in bein' a registered pilot when Ah don' need to fly anything?"

Piotr: "very true...I'm not registered either of course my abilities are a little easier to downplay."

Piotr: The tuft of hair fell back in front of Piotr's eye. Eh...I'll just leave it for now

Lorna: "Any art for you?" Lorna smirked, cracking her knuckles and basking in the distraction from Millie and looking to all of them. "Thinking about a play this year...still have all the props from Howlett's Opus."

Piotr: "I've always been interested to do Uncle Vanya...seein as I have an original in my trunk."

Jay: "Dude, y'all do?" Jay blinked at Lorna. He'd been sad that Howlett wasn't here any more. "Ah ain't doin' that. Hell no. Nothin' Howlett ever wrote." He took a pull of his cigarette and flicked out his wings before folding them again.

Piotr: OK a blazer was a bad idea Piotr thought to himself as he took off the altered blazer and dropped it on the back of the chair he was sitting in.

Lorna: "But I was counting on you to cover up the bad singing!" Lorna had to laugh though. "Don't worry, I don't think I could do it seriously. Though the idea of recording and sending it to Howlett is really tempting."

Piotr: He stretched out a bit which reminded him he hadn't remembered to put Wrecking Balm on the Vory V Zakone tattoo he was desperate to be rid of.

Jay: Jay gave Lorna a deadpan look and then took the cigarette out of his mouth. "We are not amused." He said, perfectly imitating Lorna's voice.

Piotr: Piotr chuckled He must be the perfect accomplice for prank calling

Lorna: "I am perfectly amused. If we don't do it though we've got to think of something that involves that pany hoop skirts. Those things are a bitch and a half to store."

Piotr: "Hoop skirts...who would even fathom using those anymore?" Apparently his Howlett person must be stuck in the 1800s

Jay: Jay grinned. "Ah ain' wearing no skirts, lady." He breathed out a plume of smoke.

Piotr: Piotr took another long drag and let the opium in his cigarette erase the thought of hoop skirts.

Lorna: "You know...it occurs to me that I could definitely make you Peter Pan..."

Jay: Jay's face lost its smile. "Peter Pan never had wings, dude."

Piotr: "Ha...I'm sure you'd look real sweet in green tights tho."

Lorna: "But I wouldn't have to pay for the wires...actually, I guess I could just put metal cuffs on everyone and fly them around...that sounds like some sort of torture device though."

Hector: With the talk of casting, Hec let his field cover him as he laid on the grass, and disappeared out of view.

Piotr: Piotr had a sudden flash of one of the last errand Igor had him do and shuddered.

Jay: "Dude no! Not with the red." He took a drink of beer and eyed up Piotr. "Y'all'd look pretty in them though." He grinned, then raised an eyebrow at Lorna. "Kinky. Does it work with Bobby?" He grinned.

Lorna: "Shh, we have to have our secrets."

Piotr: he noticed the "botanist" had disappeared, "What's wrong slim talk of theatre boring you?"

Jay: "In this place, Lorna?" Jay laughed.

Piotr: He turned back to Jay, "Me in tights...Ha you wish."

Lorna: "I never said it was easy. We're lucky the mice don't have anyone to talk to or else everything would be out."

Jay: Jay just half-turned to Piotr, smiling a little dirtily. "Darlin', y'all'd be surprised what Ah wish."

Piotr: "As long as they stay wishes in your little avian mind...we'll get along fine."

Piotr: Piotr was flattered Jay was flirting with him but he just didn't swing that way.

Lorna: "Aw, that's no fun." Lorna tsked and smirked over to Jay. "Anyone catching your eye since your return?"

Jay: "Avian? Hardly, sweets. But Ah'll use that li'l mental image to keep me warm for a while, if y'all don't mind." Jay grinned, turning to Lorna again. "See, you don't check the feathers for listenin' devices, do you?" He winked. "And yeah. Kyle's kinda grown up, ain't he?"

Lorna: "Well, now I will."

Piotr: Piotr could barely keep from laughing, "Feel free"

Lorna: "Why use that when you could just go snuggle some fur?"

Piotr: "Well it's nice to see not all the girls around here are like Muffy," Piotr said looking in Lorna's direction.

Jay: "Because Ah like a little variation in my fantasies."

Lorna: "Muffy?" Lorna blinked, confused at that one.

Piotr: "That snooty little tart who's with that closeted guy...both looking like they are always smelling something bad?"

Jay: "Monet." Jay shifted his voice to the girl's tones. "You know, I have a silver spoon up my ass and would like it pushed further? I'm rich enough for one."

Piotr: Piotr was reminded about his threat to Jason and chuckled, "Yea that's her."

Lorna: "Ah, yeah, Monet's pretty unique."

Piotr: "People like that just annoy the hell outta me...Dog created us all equal ya know."

Jay: "Fuckin' right she is." Jay muttered bad-temperedly into his beer bottle. "She accused me of attacking the Morlocks." His wings hunched over in anger at that.

Lorna: "...what now?" An eyebrow arched high at that one. "Well...yeah, that's a bit much there."

Piotr: "Oh yea sorry forgot everyone here isn't privy to my lil code...God created us all equal to a certain point."

Lorna: "To a certain point?" Lorna didn't remember that one being in any sermon.

Jay: "Mmm. And she wonders why Ah won't talk to her." He finished his beer, dropping the bottle on the ground.

Piotr: "Well clearly everyone here is not on the same scale as humans being the fact we all have special err talents."

Piotr: Piotr took the last drag off his cigarette and turned his hand to metal in order to extinguish it.

Piotr: "See?"

Jay: "Ah weren't born like this." Jay shook off his anger. "Ah was born an invalid an' the heir to a fat loada money myself. Kinda like Monet and Jason, there."

Lorna: "Wouldn't say that exactly makes us better, though." Hee! He turned to metal! Lorna just had to try to move his hand.

Piotr: "Didn't say it makes us better just a lil different"

Lorna: "Then it'd still be equal, right?"

Piotr: "I suppose just got a special advantage I guess."

Piotr: Why is she staring at my hand Piotr thought as he switched back to flesh.

Lorna: "Aw, sad, doesn't work. Guess you're not metal metal. Guess that means you don't have to worry about me levitating you to get the choreography right in class."

Piotr: "Guess that answered the question I was about to answer," Piotr said slyly. "No I would say I'm living metal when I change...I mean MRI's would be hell then wouldn't they?"

Piotr: "Though being living metal did have an interesting side effect."

Lorna: "Well, we had a guy who was wood so you just never know."

Piotr: "Fair enough"

Piotr: "Well lady and gents, this has been a fun little rap session but I should probly head to the DR....haven't gotten my workout for the day." Piotr said as he completley turned into metal and grew about a foot.

Piotr: "Nice meeting you Lorna...or should I say Miss Drake, guess I'll see you in class?"

Lorna: "Oh yeah, good to get practice in before Bobby tests out his whistle in class." Hmm, note to self, buy Bobby a whistle. "Mrs. Drake actually, see you there."

Piotr: "Thousand pardons Mrs. Drake...see you in class." "And as for you Jay fly safe," Piotr said with a slight chuckle.

Jay: Jay hid a smile, flicking out his wings again and finishing his smoke. "Always. No walkin' through walls, dude."

Piotr: He picked up his blazer off the chair and made his way into the mansion.

Piotr: "Nah...don't wanna have to fix whatever I bust up."

Piotr: Piotr entered the mansion and headed for the locker room to get changed.

Piotr: "Damn low ceiling," Piotr called out as he misjudged the height of a doorway.

Piotr: "Great now I have to fix that later"

[Slarti]

Oh, that was entertaining on many levels.

[Slarti]

Lorna: Lorna closed the pantry door, her search for poptarts proving fruitful. "So Forge is supposed to come out and see Millie this afternoon. I've set aside my 'dirty work' clothes and am ready to learn how to make an Autobot. Think you'll be free to join in the festivities?"

Bobby: "Ooooh, sounds fun! I think I can escape the juvies if I say I'm working on the car. The kids all just kind of shut up and find something real interesting on their shoes and it's always fun to try to guilt Anna." Bobby hopped up onto the counter, reaching into a box of cereal for some marshmallow goodness.

Lorna: Lorna couldn't help but laugh. It might not supposed to be funny but guilting kids...it was funny! "Yeah, I've found that's a real quick way to get some peace too. It works like a charm."

Bobby: "Maybe you should wear a bit of her as a necklace. Just kind of stroke it and look sad whenever they act up?"

Lorna: "...that would be fantastic." Lorna feigned stroking a bit of car. "My love, My own, My precious."

Leech: Leech jumped as he dumped his juice box in his lap, then wincing as it pulled on his ribs. "Owie..." He looked down at the mess he made and frowned, then his eyes got big and worried when he saw it had spilled on his stuffed turtle too. He jumped up, grabbing the turtle and clutching it to his chest as he made for the stairs down, doing his best to ignore his pain in favor of what his turtle must be feeling.

Bobby: Bobby gollumed along with her gamely and laughed. "Man, we so should do that. And video tape it!"

Lorna: "Oh definitely! It'll be brilliant!" Lorna pulled herself up to crouch gollum-like on the counter, stroking her poptart. "Fiiishes."

Leech: Leech made his way down to the kitchen, fully intent on giving his turtle a bath. He pet its head as he pushed the kitchen door open, eyes going really wide and stopping halfway through, pulling the turtle up to cover his face. Maybe if they didn't see him... He backed out slowly so he wouldn't draw their attention.

Bobby: "They crunch! Gollum!" Bobby cackled, then cut off at the movement from the door. Well, if it wasn't their own little Gollum!

Lorna: "The fishes, they crunches and squiiiirmses." Lorna clamped down on a big mouthful of poptart before she saw Leech trying to stealthily creep away.

Leech: Leech winced at what they were talking about, hoping they weren't planning that for him... He finally made it safely back into the hallway and turned to run back to his room, but only ended up walking really fast so his ribs didn't hurt.

Bobby: Bobby slid down from the counter and opened the door, watching the kid beat his retreat. "Hey, Leech. Long time, no see, kiddo."

Leech: Leech froze and hunched his shoulders up as he heard Bobby behind him. "Leech, um... Who is Leech?"

Lorna: Okay, gollum hopping off of the counter was a whole lot harder than the cgi had led Lorna to believe. Next time she tried that she was definitely going to be using so mutation cheating. "Hey Leech, want a poptart?" She asked, looking around Bobby.

Bobby: "Well, you is Leech. At least last I checked, since you never told us your real name." Bobby wandered out of the kitchen and shook the cereal box. "Marshmallow?"

Lorna: "Mmm, marshmallow. You've made me doubt my breakfast choices."

Leech: Leech looked at Bobby out of the corner of his eye. Why weren't they yelling at him yet? Why weren't they being mean? "Leech is Leech's name... Jono named Leech..."

Bobby: "Well, yeah, but your parents had to have named you something... what were you called before you met Jono?"

Leech: Leech frowned, trying to remember. He'd been with Jono for a long time... "Um... S- something?"

Lorna: "I'm sure it'll come to you. Anyway, where do you stand on poptarts and marshmallows?"

Leech: "Leech isn't hungry," he mumbled, then held up his turtle for them to see the red juice starting to stain, "Crush needed a bath..."

Bobby: "Wow, looks like Crush sustained a battle wound there." Bobby crouched and inspected the toy. "How about we go back to the kitchen then and give him a bath?"

Leech: Leech looked at him skeptically. "Why are Bobby and Lorna not telling Leech how bad he is?"

Lorna: "I'd say, definitely a wounded turtle in need for some scrubbing." Lorna started into the kitchen. "Well, you already know, don't you?"

Bobby: "Yep, kiddo, you've been hiding up in the attic ever since the accident -- and before that we couldn't pry you off those other kids with dynamite -- so we can tell you know you were a naughty little monkey." Bobby sat the box on the table and held out his hand for the turtle.

Leech: Leech looked down at his turtle, not following for a second. "Leech knows... Leech is a horrible kid and Leech should not have any dinner or play with any mold spores..." He finally followed and slowly handed Bobby the turtle.

Lorna: "No, what you shouldn't do is things that you know you shouldn't. Did you think you should have taken Millie out?"

Leech: Leech frowned, "Leech is too young to date..." He gave a tiny grin, "But Leech would take Lorna to the park..."

Bobby: Bobby paused mid-reach for the faucet at that to give the kid a look and a smirk.

Lorna: "The car, Millie is the car."

Leech: "Oh..." His grin fell and he lowered his head. After a moment he looked up at Lorna, "Leech didn't say to take Lorna's car. Kitty and Sally said it... Leech just got in and buckled up..."

Lorna: "I didn't say you said to take it. Did you think it was a good idea, though?"

Leech: "Yes... Until we smashed."

Bobby: "And why would you think that's a good idea, kiddo? To take something like that without asking?" He paused in his turtle scrubbing to look back at Lorna and Leech.

Leech: "Because... Jono would have done it... And we weren't stealing. Just borrowing. So it wasn't bad..." Leech looked down at the ground, scuffing at the tile beneath his feet. "Until we smashed," he repeated.

Lorna: "Just because Jono would have done something doesn't mean it was a good thing. And it was stealing. You ask permission when you borrow things, don't you?"

Bobby: Bobby just nodded and tried to not crack up. Wow, weren't they being all responsible adult here?

Leech: "Leech is sorry," he mumbled. He looked up at Lorna finally, "But, Leech didn't cry... Leech didn't cry even though he was scared and thought he killed Sally..." He tried a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Lorna is proud of Leech for that, yes?" He really didn't want her to hate him...

Lorna: It was times like this where Lorna was sure she was never going to have children. "I'm proud you apologized and know it was wrong now."

Leech: "Oh." He looked down again then over at Bobby, "Is Crush clean now?"

Bobby: "Yep, his wounds have been cleansed." God, Bobby hoped this kid didn't put Lorna off having kids. He hid the toy in the sink, moving in front of it to block as he rang its neck to get the water out. Smooshing it back into shape, he turned around and grabbed a towel to rub it down. "Good as new!"

Leech: Leech reached up to take the turtle and hugged him tight, hiding the wince in his wet shell. "Thanks..."

Lorna: "Of course, now you should go rest up so you'll be feeling better from the outcome of your illicit ride, yeah?"

Leech: "'Kay." Leech turned and headed out of the kitchen, not looking at either one of them. He paused at the elevator and pushed the button. Maybe Dr. McCoy had some Tylenol...

Bobby: "You're welcome," Bobby said to his retreating back. He'd spent a lot of time talking to that kid's back today, hadn't he? Once he was out of sight he looked over at Lorna with a smirk.

Lorna: "Now what's that smirk about?" She asked, hopping back up to the counter and finishing off her poptart.

Bobby: "Oh. Nothing..." He joined her on the counter and reached back into the cereal, crunching a bite before he continued. "Did we just have a parental moment, precious?"

Lorna: "Yes, yes we did. Was it as terrifying for you as it was for me?"

Bobby: "Well, yeah, but only because he's not our kid." He made with the puppy eyes. "We'd raise our own to not steal cars, right?" He considered that and crunched another marshmallow. "And to remember their names."

Leech: Leech held the chewable Tylenol in his fisted hand as he rode the elevator back up. He forgot to get a new juice box... He went into the kitchen again, trying to not be noticeable as he moved to the fridge for more juice, having to shuffle his things. He put the tylenol in his mouth and made his way back out the kitchen, "Leech's name was Simon," he mumbled around the medicine before heading back towards his room.

Bobby: Motherfucker. Bobby winced. Why was that kid so quiet?! "Simon, huh? That's a good name."

Lorna: "We're also going to put bells on our children. Just in case they're ninjas like that."

Leech: "Leech likes Leech better." He swallowed after chewing the medicine, making a face at the taste, and quickly opening the juice box.. "Bye."

Bobby: "Hey! Kiddo!" Bobby put down the cereal and jumped down again, catching up before he hit the door. "Why do you like Leech better?"

Leech: "Simon's a dumb name." He looked up as Bobby blocked his way. "Leech's mom was dumb for naming Leech that."

Lorna: "Oh, I don't know, I think it's a cute name. But Leech works too.”

Leech: "Leech's mom named him Simon. She was dumb and the name is dumb." He frowned and drank down some of his juice.

Bobby: Bobby sighed internally and sat down against the wall opposite Leech. "Why do you say she's dumb?"

Leech: He turned his frown to Bobby, scrunching up his already wrinkled face in the best scowl he could muster. "Because she's dumb." Leech drank more juice, not wanting to talk about it. He barely remembered her anyway.

Lorna: "Okay then, how is she dumb?"

Bobby: "Is she dumb because she was dumb, or dumb because Jono said so?"

Leech: "Dumb because Leech says so. Jono never met Leech's mom. But he would've called her dumb..."

Bobby: "I know that Jono was a big part of your life, Leech, but he's gone. I'm not happy he's gone, but he is, and you live here now. You have a chance to start over here with a different life. The Fringes are gone." As soon as he said it, he realized that wasn't strictly true.

Leech: Leech looked down at the ground, scowl gone from his face. "Leech knows. Leech has no family. Leech's mommy and daddy didn't want him. Jono got everybody else killed. Leech knows."

Lorna: "You don't need to start developing a tone now, do you?" Lorna looked over to Bobby though, what just hit him dawning on her too. "Have you seen Jay yet?"

Bobby: "No, no, no. I'm not saying that to be mean, Leech. And you shouldn't have to forget about them." He took a deep breath. "And you do have family. We've tried to show you we're your family, but-" He looked at Lorna thankfully.

Leech: Leech's scowl returned. "No. Jono didn't let Leech say bye to anyone." He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his back, wincing and hunching a bit again.

Bobby: Bobby blinked. "No. Jay's here. Now. He's alive. He was my roommate before he went back to the Fringes... and he survived."

Leech: Leech looked up, eyes wide and trusting. "Jay? Leech isn't alone?"

Lorna: "You're not alone, and yes, Jay's here."

Leech: "Where?! Leech wants to see Jay! Where's Jill? Did she come too?" Leech was nearly jumping up and down with excitement, pain forgotten in the rush from the news.

Bobby: "You can see him. He's got a new room." Bobby looked at his watch. "Just, he might not be awake yet, so you can see him when he wakes up." He considered sugar coating, but if Leech asked Jay to see Jill... "And it's just Jay, Leech. Jill didn't make it." After all, the kid had seen most of his family die. Sugar coating would do him no favors.

Leech: "Oh..." Leech looked down again. "But... Jay did." He smiled some. "Leech is glad he has family again."

[Ferguson]

Lorna: "Can we rebuild her?" Lorna patted Millie's hood, looking up to Professor Forge as she presented the remains.

Forge: "We can rebuild her." He ran a hand along the jagged metal fender. "We have the technology. We have the POWER!" He grinned, turned to look at his little green haired coworker, and leaned up against the busted beauty, "But seriously, you want flame throwers or have her transform into a robot?"

Lorna: Temptation, thy name is flame thrower. Lorna's eyes went big at the idea but she fought for some level of restraint. "...nothing I would get pulled over for if it malfunctioned...so I guess no flame thrower but...robot is tempting." No Lorna, be a good girl. "Maybe not a robot robot but yeah, some added flair would be appreciated."

Forge: He grin faltered for a moment at the rejection. "Re.. really? No flame thrower?...." He turned back to the car and started to type out schematics on his robotic hand. He mumbled to himself, "kids these days.... No imagination...." His carefree grin picked up again though as he thought up ways to 'pimp her ride.'

Lorna: "Well you know, people might notice if the road is turned to tar behind me...maybe a little one?"

Lorna: Lorna looked over to her car again, relief that it would be fixed now put aside for what Millie might be soon capable of. "...Can I get a remote drive? make her come to me?" Now, if it were made of enough properly magnetic parts, Lorna could already do that...but still.

Forge: "Oh never fear, that is fairly standard, also going to put a V.I. interface capable with autopilot and day planner." He grinned, "You feeling M from Bond or Kit from Knight Rider as the voice?" He asked turning to her again.

Lorna: "..." Oh my God this is Christmas! "M, definitely M." Kit was great and all but, come on, Lorna was always going to go for Bond. "So...do you do anyone else's car?"

Forge: "Well... Mine. And Chuck's wheel chair, but he never uses half the stuff i put in there...." He walked around the car, a small lazer scanning the extensive body damage. "Also made most of the actual Bond cars, and Kit... and Truckzilla...."

Lorna: "...you're kidding, right?" Lorna's brain wasn't quite computing that as possibly true.

Forge: "My dear, I never kid about my inventions." He completed his scan around the car and plugged his hand into his computer station. "Going to let it the computer here do some thinking for me for just a bit, and then we can get to the fun part." He grinned at her. "Ready to get dirty?" He winked.

Lorna: "When you're done will you autograph Millie?" Lorna clasped her hands in front of her, not quite unlike worship. "I am so ready!" She laughed, tying her hair up behind her. "Teach me your secrets, miracle man."

Forge: "Of course!" He smiled at her as the computer worked on the calculations, "We'd have to spend much more time for me to teach all my secrets. But the number one rule, is never finish sober, followed by, let someone else test it first... Both great rules to live by."

Lorna: "So I should go get something to drink and call a test driver?" Lorna bounced a bit, ready to get going.

Forge: "Well, lets see what she looks like before we go running for anyone else." He watched with a small twinkle in his eye as she bounced, and pulled his hand out as the computer finished. "I'm going to start pulling off body panels, and you can go get one of the bottles from my office real fast." He closed in on the car and raised the hood.

Lorna: "Right!" Lorna nodded, running off on her mission, trying not to think about how tempted she was now to have some sort of secret compartment in wardrobe storage for staff drinking.

Lorna: Getting to Forge's office, it didn't take long to find the bottles he meant. Lorna decided that a full one was probably best for the kind of work that was being put in and grabbed it, hurrying back.

Lorna: "Here we are-wow, you've been busy!" Lorna stopped, looking at Millie rather...disassembled.

Forge: "Well, you're not paying me to stand around...." He looked up from inside the cap, all the body parts scattered around the room, and finished pulling the door off. "Just remember where these all go..." He stepped out and sat the door on the ground.

Lorna: "I'll...be sure to." Lorna stared at Millie's body parts strewn around. All part of the healing process. It'll be all right. Breathe in. Breathe out. Hold the bottle out to Forge.

Forge: He took the bottle offered, downed a swig, and got back to work. "Thanks doll, now you see those mangled front fenders and hood.... Why don't you take that spectacular power of yours, and smooth them out?"

Lorna: "Aye, aye, captain." Lorna nodded, moving to get to work on that. Healing, it's okay. She tried to form that mantra in her mind as she settled down to work. "So, you do this often now?"

Forge: "Not as often anymore... Been spending most of mine time recently on a pet project for Chuck, you'll be hearing about it soon no doubt." He worked on pulling the dash out, and carried it over to his work bench. "You want to original dash set up? Or we taking this thing digital? I'm good either way, but she's your baby." He asked, looking over the workmanship in the gagues.

Lorna: "Original. I'd like to keep her pretty much the same aside for the 'special additions' if at all possible." Lorna's baby was perfect in every way. Now she would just be perfect and talk and sound like M.

Forge: "Like the older models?" He grinned slyly, and pulled out some computer component parts, fusing them to the back of the dash. "Going to put a small touch screen where your radio was, will be able to use it to control all the extra bells and whistles."

Lorna: "Hey, the classics definitely have their appeal." Lorna snorted, sitting back to look over her work on the fender. Not too bad. It was beginning to look like it could actually fend things again. "That sounds great. I'm going to have the best car ever."

Forge: "Oh right... talking bout cars..." He grinned. "But.... Millie'll still have to contend with Desie Rae... Should take her out at some point..." He thought on this for a while, messing with the touch screen checking the OS on it.

Lorna: "Desie Rae?" Lorna asked, looking up from the fender again. "I assume that's yours? We should find a driving range sometime, give both of them a chance to open up on the road."

Forge: "Oh yes... She's a much modified old coupe... There's an old song that said, "If she had a set a wings... Well... mighta taken a shine to that." He grinned, "And dear, when I take Desie out.... we don't need roads!" He tinkered with the screen for a bit more before mounting it into the empty spot on the dash console.

Lorna: "...you're one of my new best friends." Yeah, that basically summarized how utterly awesome that one was. "Why've you not sold things like that. You'd be rich."

Forge: "Kiddo... I am rich." He gave her a conspirital look, "Should tell that to them young'ens.... Maybe I can get me a gold digger!" He busted out in laughter, "But I've got a ton of things on the market, money gets funneled all kinds a ways. How you think we afford all this killer gear?" He motioned to his lab of top of the line high tech equipment.

Lorna: "Well, stranger things have happened." Lorna laughed with him, deciding she was pretty happy with the fender now. "How's this looking? I guess I never really thought about where you got your things. Good to know."

Forge: "Looks good green..." He got up and walked over and checked the lines and curves. "Yeah... Feels real good. Finish out those other peices and then I'll show you the next suprise." He grinned, took another swig from the bottle, and went back to the computer.

Lorna: "Surprise?" Lorna arched an eyebrow, hurrying over to finish because...surprise was intriguing.

Forge: "Oh yes, but there's nothing you can do to get me to spill the beans early..." He stopped suddenly, and grinned at her, "Feel free to try though." He winked, and finished up on the controls.

Lorna: "I'll go back and get another bottle?"

Forge: He smiled, "Nah, still gotta finish this one off. Just you hurry up and polish off them panels and it'll come soon enough." He carried the dash back over and took his time running the wires before getting it set back in place.

Lorna: "Will do." Lorna gave him a salute and got to work quickly.

Forge: A short time passed as he finished getting it set up, and then started to run the wires the length of the frame to all parts of the car.

Forge: He hooked them up and walked over to his computer station. He messed with a touch pad for a moment, and turned to look at the car as the wheels started to turn with his finger motions. "It twitched.... She's alive!"

Lorna: "YES!" Lorna jumped surprisingly high for not involving any of her levitation skills. "She's alive!" Her hands clapped together alarmingly loud. "Thank you!"

Forge: Thank you... , he watched and grinned. "Just wait till we get'er purring pretty again...." He worked on calibrating the touch, and programing it into the remote.

Lorna: "So, what's the surprise?" Lorna bounced back on her heels, not ready to let that go.

Forge: "You finish with those panels?" He looked over, finishing up the remote and tossed it to her. "It's touchpad, also has homing and GPS built in, so it can drive itself to the remote, or any other location you program in."

Lorna: "All done!" Lorna promised, catching the remote. "...fanatsic!" Oh, Millie 2.0 was a thing of beauty.

Forge: Forge walked over and took a look at her handy work, once again running his hands along the metal, feeling the smoothness of the curves. "Looks good." He stood up and headed into the back of the work shop pushing a dolly with a metal barrel on it.

Lorna: "Thanks!" HIgh praise considering the source, Lorna decided. "What's this?" She turned, watching Forge pushing whatever the barrel was.

Forge: "This is where you earn your stripes...." He grinned, popped off the top to show solid metal inside the metal barrel. "I've been mixing up some super strength metal... haven't really come up with a practical use... or way to apply it... But was figuring could use some armor plating on this baby so no more crunch!"

Lorna: "...we're making Millie into a tank?" This...was a very good idea in Lorna's mind.

Forge: "Well.... more like fast attack, lightly armored, heavy firepower assault vehicle..... But we can tweak the descriptors later...." He winked. "Only thing is. I mixed this tuff and poured it into the barrel... and I haven't been able to melt it out to do anything with.... You think you could use that voodoo that you do to coat the insides of those panels with it?"

Lorna: "Oh I definitely can." She was already at it as a matter of fact, pulling away bits of the metal and melding it to the nearest panel. Ahh, kid-proofing.

Forge: He watched as she easily manipulated the material. "Fantastic. You keep this up, cover all the panels and the frame... and anything else you can think to mend it to.... I'm going to go fiddle with the engine...."

Lorna: "You're the best." Lorna called out, letting the metal cool over the panel and running her hand over it, smiling. Perfect.

[Esynthia]

.....OMG. our own version of adamantium?!?!?! Finally!!! also, Yay millie.

[Ferguson]

Oh dear, I didn't even think of that.

[Esynthia]

...really???