Wolverine awoke first. The first thought was that he had some how gotten drunk but a glance around the room told him it wasn't so. Why would he invite Chuck or Cyke on a drinking trip? All the sudden he noticed in an adjoining room was the women. Something was wrong with their clothes. They were all in this loose while thing that looked like a chemise. He looked around the room he was in. The walls were made of crude wood and was windowless. He couldn't smell smog or machines. It gave him an out of place feeling.
Scott wore pink nightdress and a dorky cap. Logan's laughter woke everyone.
"What's so funny?"
Jubilee asked sleepily.
"Scott's nightgown and dorky hat."
"Ain't any better than yours, Mon Ami."
Gambit laughed.
Logan looked down and screamed. He was wearing a gown of thick white fabric.
"Just look at yourself Gumbo."
Gambit's light blue nightshirt hung loosely on his tall frame. And he wore a pointed nightcap on his head.
"At least I dont have a hat."
"Probably wouldn't fit over my hair..."
Every female in the room started laughing. Then there came a knock on the door.
"My lady, be there something wrong?"
A petite young woman opened the door. She was dressed in a full skirted dress with a chemise and tightly laced bodice.
Her dark hair was braided into a thick rope down her back.
"Sorry my lords. These be parcels from my lady that paid for your sleeping in our inn."
In came serving girls, each delivered a bundle to each member of the X-team. Then they all left.
"What are these Professor?"
Wolverine just sniffed the air. Something was very wrong here...
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Meanwhile Magneto awoke, dressed in a gray night shift. He looked around the darkened room. He saw Mystique, dressed in a dark blue chemise. He felt, rather than saw, the difference , the absence of metal. His composure nearly vanished when he saw Sabertooth. He was lying in the dirt on the floor, dressed in a brown nightdress that was much too small for him. Toad was curled into the corner and him and Pyro were in white gowns. So was Avalanche. Blob wore what looked like several pelts tied with rope.
"Eric, what..."
She looked around.
Sabertooth had awoken and growled in rage and was currently attempting to murder Toad for laughing at him.
"Mrs. Creed, you look so nice today. "
Blob stood between them, his temper growing ever shorter. They were in a hut of some sort.
Suddenly Pyro held up a package.
"Ummmmm Eric..."
He tossed him the package. There was one for each person, except magnet. There was a suit of armor in the corner, along with an iron gray cloak.
"Hmmmmmmmm..."