Anne Rice owns probably all the books I'll mention. Marvel owns the X-men, Fox owns X-men Evolution, and Lemony Snicket was flagrantly ripped off in the title. I think that covers everything.

A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, Part the Second: You So Do!

I walked up to the podium, and every inch of my body braced for the physical pain that might result from what I was about to say. I silently pray to God, and wrap my tail around my body. But some thing had to be done in order to help Rogue. . .my sister (how weird is that?). Even if it meant my death. I whispered that I love my mother and father, and took the podium.

"It was last Saturday afternoon. That's when I first noticed what's going on. I was playing Go Fish in the rec. room with Rahne, Roberto, Sam, and Bobby. Rogue was in there as well, reading The Vampire Lestat. She had her feet up the only ottoman in the rec. room, which she had stolen from Sam just by giving him an especially withering stare. I don't think he's quite recovered yet."

I looked at the poor boy, who had walked in late. Sam was trying to find a seat that wasn't the one directly in front of Rogue, but he had absoloutly no luck, as usual. Gingerly, her lowered himself into the seat, as if he expected it to explode on impact. Rogue had a very confused look on her face, but tightened her grip on her curent book.

In fact, Rogue had only agreed to come because I'd bribed her. I told her I'd make sure Kitty left her alone for two whole weeks if she came to this little meeting. I don't think this will be a hard task after Kitty's seen what Rogue's reaction to her little piece of evidence.

"I would like to remind you, in case you've forgotten, how much Rogue loves to be around people when she has an Anne Rice book. I think she actually becomes twenty percent more anti-social when she's reading Queen of the Damned than when she's doing anyting else. In fact, I think she's yelled at us all for interupting her quiet time at one point or another. This is not, I might add, a pleasant experience. I will even go so far as to add that she's yelled at everyone present, except perhaps Gambit at least a dozen times, just over the past week. Which is really quite annoying, by the way.

"But I digress. Apparently Remy had just woken up, and was looking for someone to talk to. Our game was only half-way done, so he couldn't join in anytime soon. Rogue's sitting by herself, reading, while at the same time warning anyone with any brains at all to stay away. So of course Remy goes almost directly over to her, moves her feet off the ottoman she'd stolen from Sam, and sat down on it across from her. She looked up at him, with what was almost the World's Most Evil Glare (tm) , shut her book, and presumably asked him if he wanted to die slowly or quickly. The only reply he had was to say something we couldn't hear. She stopped glaring. I swear to God. I will repeat that for those of you slow on the uptake. Gambit interrupts an Anne Rice book, steals furniture from Rogue, and doesn't die.

"Not only does he live to hear me tell this tale, but they start talking. Not the usual staple of 'Go away now.' or even a sarcastic 'Yes?' Honest to Gott talking. Not only did she talk to him, but she laughed at what he said. Strangest of all, he laughed at what she said, in a genuine manner. Then they left together later, to get fast food while the rest of us suffered through Kitty's cooking."

Kitty looked up at me and showed off one of my sister's bad habits. That is, she glared at me. It wasn't a weak glare like you would expect from Kitty, but an out and out evil glare. I shifted uncomfortably behind the fold out table my notes were on. I had called this. . .thing to make Rogue see that she wasn't untouchable (and maybe get her to kill Gambit, but it seemed a little unlikely). She really did like him. I knew it. I was also a little disturbed by it. A little meaning a lot.

"I will now call Scott Summers up, to talk about what happened Sunday."

I 'ported down, and took my seat next to Rogue who was glaring at me. I smiled and she stopped glaring at me. I think she was glaring at Scott, since he was the one talking now, but it doesn't matter to me. I saw Remy, who was on the other side of her, try to put his arm around her. Rogue looked like she was going to kill the next thing that moved. She got up, turned around, glared at Remy, and hit him upside the head. He had enough sense to look sorry, and she sat back down, probably trying to think of a way to get away with mass murder.

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