*I do not own Iceman or Charles Xavier. They are strictly property of Marvel. Miznomer and the Trio, along with the style, plot and intellectual property is mine.

Questions and Courts

Miznomer was standing by an elevated table looking very solemn and serious in a resplendent black robe. Well, trying to look very solemn and serious at any rate. It's very hard to look solemn and serious in an official British powdered wig, despite what you see on TV. It takes a lot of getting used to, especially when you feel the wig slipping off one side of your head whenever you move so much as a finger to wreck the balance. Regardless, there were more pressing matters at hand. The Three were wearing simpler black robes and were excused from the burden of wearing wigs. Personally, they wouldn't have minded, they were actually looking forward to it. However, Miznomer decided that even one was too many. Which was true, it would only distract all of them from getting any work done. Chances were they would only giggle at each other for hours before staging some kind of pillow fight with the humongous puffy wigs.

All rise before the honorable judge! They rose and waited patiently for Miznomer to sit down before they followed suit. I now call to order the discussion on the Capture of Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake, a.k.a. Iceman. Miznomer intoned before slamming a shiny wooden mallet on the surface of the table. The issues we face include his high mastery and exceptional talent of his powers, his occassionally overprotective friends and an unethical psychic by the name of Charles Xavier. Any questions before we proceed to the planning stages?

Three hands shot up at the same time. Hmmm…I need to settle this fairly. How about we go through this in alphabetic order? One per person, unless you can't think of one at the time, then the person will forfeit their turn. Does that sound fair? Miznomer took a minute to compare their nodding to bobblehead dolls and another to stifle the laughter that followed the mental image.

Seeing that he had been granted permission, Andy spoke up first: "How do we catch him? I mean, like, won't he just try and fight us off and try to kill us?" We will come to that in the planning stages, where each of you will offer me suggestions on the tactics we'll adopt.

Jay's turn. In an almost snobbish British accent and clearly enunciated words: "Even if we manage to catch him, why would he stay here?" That's easy. You see, in different verses or realities, he will assume different personas. Now, I'm not calling him or any characters hypocrites, I'm just pointing out their nature as a character. If he were to be brought to our verse, he would happily stay.

Walt raised a hand despite being excused: "Since there are so many different Bobby's, which one is the one we are after?" Excellent question. Walt blushed and didn't't know where to look. What we are actually taking here, is his essence. So if any you guys were having any worries that what we are doing is unethical, worry no more. All we need to do is to snag a Bobby from an original continuity and from there we will gain access to all the others. Yes?

Andy had his hand raised: "Erm. Why must it be an original continuity?" In a way which was neither patronizing nor rude.

Because...if we were to take a Bobby from another writer's verse, he would be diluted in essence and possibly even tainted by the said writer's perspective.

When Jay did not voice his question immediately, the flow was somewhat interrupted. When he became aware of all the eyes patiently looking at him. He responded sheepishly: "I was wondering what will be having for breakfast." That's not a question. We only want questions. Miznomer's voice was trying to tell him something.

Jay didn't understand. "I...apologize?"

Jay? Work with me here. An obvious effort to change the tone of voice.

That. Miznomer paused to give Jay a very significant look. Is not. A. Question. Special emphasis was so apparent in the last word that a blind man couldn't have missed it.

"Eh? I…Oh!" The face became a thoughtful one. Uncertainly grasping at straws, he finally ventured: "What will we be having for breakfast?"

A brilliant question. I'm glad you asked. Miznomer aimed a beaming smile at his direction. Toast with butter and honey. Then, as if an afterthought. But you guys can put anything else you want on it as long as it won't make you sick.

Caught up with the heated discussion of breakfast, Walt forgot to be raise his hand in his haste to ask "Could we have waffles instead?"

Well, maybe some other time. If I let you have waffles, then Andy would want pancakes, then I would also have to make sure Jay gets his crumpets. Another time. I promise. Anyway, although those were very important questions we need to put them aside to move on to the planning stages.