A.N. I am not on sugar. (I wish I were.) I know sooner or later I'm going
to have to explain who Psiclone is and why she was stuck in the astral
plane. That will not be cheerful and I will probably have to raise the
rating a little. Probably just to a PG but I might make it PG 13 to be on
the safe side. Also so I have more wiggle room. It is really hard to tell
how to rate things. However, I want to have more fun with Psiclone first.
Here is where Psiclone meets the students. I am not going to add the new
recruits because I don't know enough about them to do so. If you really
want me to add them you can give me a list of names and powers. I already
have read enough to understand basic personalities. I hope you remember
that I don't own X-men evo. I also don't own Microsoft.
Dinner ala Psiclone.
The professor came down a while later. The adults had left earlier and promised to inform the students. Judging from the weird looks he got when dinner arrived they had been told. Charles saw no reason to beat around the bush. "As you likely already know, we have an unexpected visitor for a while. Even though she is not in her own body she can see and hear what I see and hear. She also will hear if you think to her. I suggest you try to make her feel welcome. I know this will be a bit difficult but I have faith in you."
^Lovely pep talk. By the way, what should I call you? ^
/Professor will do./
Psiclone decided once again to take center stage and greet everyone enthusiastically. With the exception of the adults who had already encountered the odd girl, everyone looked surprised. The students vaguely mumbled hi back and went back to the normal conversations. Professor X insisted on introducing everyone to her first. Then he settled down to eat.
^Nice friendly group you have here.^
/Give them time to adjust./
He then started concentrating on his meal. Before long he was involved in a discussion with Logan. He didn't realize that something was wrong until he noticed that that was the forth time in a row that his fork had come up empty. He then looked at his plate and stuck his fork in the mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes moved to form a circle around his fork. He also noticed that she had drawn a smiley face with ketchup on his steak.
/Cute, Psiclone. Now let me eat!/
He was beginning to lose his temper with the girl. He went back to the conversation. He was attempting to ignore the chuckles from the others.
^Can I play with Logan's food?^ she asked enthusiastically.
/NO! He would gut you!/
^He can't. I'm in your head. Remember? But fine I won't^ she sulked.
He decided to ignore her for a while. He hadn't yet learned the when she was quiet she was often up to something. After a long time of being left alone he decided something was wrong.
/Psiclone?/
^Yes?^
/What are you doing?/
^I'm talking to Rouge and you're interrupting.^
/Sorry. I just wanted to know what you were doing./
^Alright^
Silence. He glanced at Rouge. She did appear to be having a telepathic conversation with someone. As long as Psiclone was talking to someone she couldn't be planning mischief. He then caught another look on Rouge's face. Oh, dear. Maybe she could…
Fortunately, not much more seemed to happen. If you wanted to ignore the dancing salt and pepper shakers that is. And the mashed potatoes trying to escape the bowl. The students especially loved the new dinner theater. Even the adults were amused. As long as she didn't mess with the food on anyone's plate everything was fine. I had to do some work on the computer after dinner. She amused herself by watching the office assistant in Microsoft Word. Finally we had to ask her about her past however. She probably wouldn't like it…
Dinner ala Psiclone.
The professor came down a while later. The adults had left earlier and promised to inform the students. Judging from the weird looks he got when dinner arrived they had been told. Charles saw no reason to beat around the bush. "As you likely already know, we have an unexpected visitor for a while. Even though she is not in her own body she can see and hear what I see and hear. She also will hear if you think to her. I suggest you try to make her feel welcome. I know this will be a bit difficult but I have faith in you."
^Lovely pep talk. By the way, what should I call you? ^
/Professor will do./
Psiclone decided once again to take center stage and greet everyone enthusiastically. With the exception of the adults who had already encountered the odd girl, everyone looked surprised. The students vaguely mumbled hi back and went back to the normal conversations. Professor X insisted on introducing everyone to her first. Then he settled down to eat.
^Nice friendly group you have here.^
/Give them time to adjust./
He then started concentrating on his meal. Before long he was involved in a discussion with Logan. He didn't realize that something was wrong until he noticed that that was the forth time in a row that his fork had come up empty. He then looked at his plate and stuck his fork in the mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes moved to form a circle around his fork. He also noticed that she had drawn a smiley face with ketchup on his steak.
/Cute, Psiclone. Now let me eat!/
He was beginning to lose his temper with the girl. He went back to the conversation. He was attempting to ignore the chuckles from the others.
^Can I play with Logan's food?^ she asked enthusiastically.
/NO! He would gut you!/
^He can't. I'm in your head. Remember? But fine I won't^ she sulked.
He decided to ignore her for a while. He hadn't yet learned the when she was quiet she was often up to something. After a long time of being left alone he decided something was wrong.
/Psiclone?/
^Yes?^
/What are you doing?/
^I'm talking to Rouge and you're interrupting.^
/Sorry. I just wanted to know what you were doing./
^Alright^
Silence. He glanced at Rouge. She did appear to be having a telepathic conversation with someone. As long as Psiclone was talking to someone she couldn't be planning mischief. He then caught another look on Rouge's face. Oh, dear. Maybe she could…
Fortunately, not much more seemed to happen. If you wanted to ignore the dancing salt and pepper shakers that is. And the mashed potatoes trying to escape the bowl. The students especially loved the new dinner theater. Even the adults were amused. As long as she didn't mess with the food on anyone's plate everything was fine. I had to do some work on the computer after dinner. She amused herself by watching the office assistant in Microsoft Word. Finally we had to ask her about her past however. She probably wouldn't like it…
