Author's note: Thanks so much to be my first four reviewers. *Gives them
all a big hug* Personal shout outs below.
In addition, I have decided to put this fic post Ascension so the current team is the one set for season five. Which includes Piotr, Gambit, X-23 (don't know her real name yet), and Spyke (but I don't think I'll include him at all besides maybe a cameo since I've never really cared for him..)
Oh! Oh! The disclaimer (I always forget these things): Chamber and all other characters appearing in this story are the brainchild and property of Marvel. Except the reporter and the bigot that will appear in this chapter.
Remember: * = telepathy
^=^Chapter Two: The Nutter House^=^
"Along with the mutant registration act, Mr. Robinson, what other policies does the Friends of Humanity support?" queried Mary Ichio, the pretty, young Asian reporter of the Bayville talk show "The People of Bayville." Her subject was a man in his mid-forties, a gray streak blending into his otherwise full head of black hair, dressed smartly in a business suit.
"Well, the Friends of Humanity supports any policy that staggers the mutant threat." The man called Robinson answered, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs. Perhaps the gesture would have seemed feminine if preformed by any other man, but Robinson managed to make it both condescending and intelligent at the same time.
"Would you like to perhaps expend on that?" the woman prodded the head of the local chapter of the F.O.H.
"Certainly, the F.O.H. is an organization that is dedicated to protecting normal humans against both mutant aggression and possibly harmful mutant agendas. I am well aware that they are some that consider me and my fellows extremists-"Robinson explained making sure to tackle the question that Ichio was obviously opening her mouth to ask, making sure he wasn't interrupted. "For as I am sure you observed several times yourself Mrs. Ichio being a reporter and such," he continued.
"The peril that Bayville places upon itself by allowing mutants to remain here; explosions, car crashes, collateral damage, it just boggles the mind how no one has been killed yet! All for a few liberals up in the white house that believe by allowing them equal rights the problem will just go away! However...."
"All right Kitty, change the channel I've really heard enough of that bigot." Scott requested from where he sat at a table playing "Go Fish" with Kurt. It was a typical Wednesday night, because school was the next day most of the students opted to spend the evening at home, however each with their own various activities. Those gathered in the rec room were Kitty who was sitting on the couch before the t.v. now changing the channel to "Gilmore Girls". Jean was sitting on the adjacent couch, causally flipping through a Seventeen magazine, Piotr sitting next to her putting the final additions on a sketch he had spent the better part of the day on. Along with the aforementioned Scott and Kurt who were sitting towards the back of the room.
"Well if you think about it Scott, the guy like, kinda has a point. You gotta admit that when we battle stuff like gets broken." Kitty pointed out as she glanced away from the show's opening theme song to look at her leader.
"Yes, but that's because if we didn't stop the bad guys there be a lot more than collateral damage. Really just a few weeks ago we saved the entire world from Apocalypse and this is how they thank us!" Scott replied in a measured voice, a little snippy because he could be seconds away from yet another lost to Kurt.
'Yeah, but Apocalypse is like a mutant too." Kitty pointed out to Scott only answered with an exasperated grunt.
"Got any threes?" Kurt asked in an almost coy voice, knowing victory was only a breath away. With a disgusted grunt, Scott handed over the cards that the German needed. Which immediately set off the blue furred boy into a small victory dance around his chair, rejoicing, "And round two goes to de Fuzzy Man, yeah! Up for a third?" he challenged Scott holding his odd fingers splayed.
Before Scott could answer, however the sound of the door being opened caused him to look away from his friend. Jono walked in with his usual non- chalantness, until he noticed a few people had looked up when he had walked in.
*'Lo.* he greeted raising a skeptical eyebrow (one of the few facial expressions he could still mange) while thinking 'can't walk into a goddamned bloody room without being stared out can I?' before their gazes had fallen back to their current activities. However, he still did feel the need to give an explanation to his presence anyway, seeing as how he had not exactly sought out their company over these last two weeks. *No tellie in that basement.*
Despite what Jono might have though, his physical appearance had little to do with their wariness. No, it was more from both an incident that happened a few weeks ago when Kurt had suddenly bampfed! into Jono's room uninvited (nearly scaring the wits out of Jono as he did) announcing dinner was ready. Jono had responded less than favorably to the intrusion.
*Wot kind of bloody insensitive question is that?! "Aven't you noticed that I 'aven't got a mouth ?! An' you ever heard of knocking?!* Jono had demanded of Kurt his energy flaring up around the black scarf he had fashioned for himself in replacement of the bandages; framing him in a hellish aura that was enough to make Kurt stammer an apology before teleporting out of the room the next second. It was quite clear now that Jono's room was his sanctuary and was not to be entered unless asked. Along with how he wasn't really opening up to the other students, and the fact that he had chosen to change that basement old storage room into his bedroom rather than live in the normal dorms only seemed to cement the want to isolate himself. Most had told themselves either he was having a hard time adjusting and would come around eventually, or that if he wanted to be left alone to just leave the guy alone.
However, Kitty was still willing to make an effort, having grown pass her immaturity after all this time with the x-men of being afraid of physical mutations. "Hey Jono, like this episode is a rerun, so is there anything you'd like to watch?"
Jono looked a bit surprised that they were still trying that forced niceness on him. However since he had come up here for television and didn't want to get stuck watching some chick show he accepted the offer.*All right,* he answered her taking the remote and clicking a few times before turning on M t.v. and taking a seat on the couch himself.
"So you like have M t.v. in England?" Kitty asked seeing as how everyone else was distracted she turned to the British goth next to her for company.
*O' course luv, we probably get as many American channels as you do British- *he was cutoff by the sound of the door slamming open followed by stomping feet.
"Ah don't want to talk about it anymore Remy!" Rogue snapped behind her as she entered the room pushing her platinum bangs out of her face with an exasperated air as she, much to Jono's displeasure, sat on the couch where he and Shadowcat already sat. Crossing her arms and staring forward at Carson with a scowl.
"Oh no you don't mon petit! Not this time! You always block Remy out w'enever we need to talk and 'e is sick and tired of it!" Gambit countered as he walked in after her, placing his hands on the couch so that he could lean over her. No doubt hoping to make himself more imposing than he already was with his flashing demon eyes. A tactic of course that hardly worked on someone like Rogue.
"There's noting to talk about Remy!" Rogue all but screamed back in his face.
"Rogue, Remy please, this is hardly a place to be having an argument," Jean told them, while of course wondering what had just happened between Rogue and her handsome Cajun.
"No one asked you Jean! And we are NOT having an argument!" Rogue snapped back rising back up to her feet to get out from underneath Remy. Of course Kurt then teleported next to the two to put his two cents in.
"Sister please, Jean is right, this is no place for an argument if you and Gambit would like I could perhaps help you settle this feud..."
"Non argument! The fille just won't talk!" Remy countered pointed at Rogue.
"There's nothing to talk about!" Rogue snapped again, her hope of the Cajun backing off by her walking into a public far gone and now she was left to only defending herself from about three people now. It was then Jono decided he had heard enough and the rest of the night was going to be spent counseling the couple, forcing him to return to his lair once again. That is until he stepped out into the hall, shutting the door and voices out behind him, when he was then nearly stampeded by Bobby, Sam, and Jamie (and about five copies of himself) as they ran past holding a red strip of fabric.
*Can I ask what you people are doin'?*
"Oh, we're playing this game that Sam thought up this one day." Bobby answered. "Y'see we divide ourselves into two teams and this cloth," he held up the treasured old rag," is placed between us and whoever gets it starts off with us and the other team tries to get it back."
*Uh huh, and you play this throughout the mansion?* Jono asked.
"Yep," Bobby answered.
*Because you don't have anything else to do?*Jono asked crossing his arms.
Bobby shrugged,"Pretty much."
*I see.* Jono replied turning away from the Iceman while shaking his head thinking' Nutters, every last one of 'em. Either jumping at each other's throats or playing childish games because of lack of amusement. 'He paused as he realized something. 'I'm going to end up just like them if I don't get out of this place.' He was horrified at the thought. Enough so that he did indeed return to his room, but only to grab his leather jacket and some money, determined not to have any terrible happen as he explored Bayville for the first time.
^=^=^=^=^=^=^The equation still is: Reviews= fast writing and a happy me.^^
Snitter in Rivendell: I'm glad to see someone besides Jono fans is reading this. And I'm glad I still managed to interest you with an unfamiliar character to you; it says something for my characterization skills.^^
Rahneman: He most certainly does and I hope I'm doing at least a passable job with the accent since I've never heard a London accent, I'm only going on how I've seen other people write it. Also I dunno about Paige, I'm not sure if I would write her well, I've never found her to be as interesting as Jono and thus haven't ever paid attention to her characterization. As for Rogue...Romy rules in my world even if they were having a tense moment....but all relationships have their ups and downs.
I'm a Super Mute Ant: Agreed! Go Jono!!!!!!!
Ms. Frost: I updated...am I forgiven? Makes big puppy dog eyes.
Now like the good little inferior being er, reader you are, please press the blue button below and tell me what you think. There you go!^^
In addition, I have decided to put this fic post Ascension so the current team is the one set for season five. Which includes Piotr, Gambit, X-23 (don't know her real name yet), and Spyke (but I don't think I'll include him at all besides maybe a cameo since I've never really cared for him..)
Oh! Oh! The disclaimer (I always forget these things): Chamber and all other characters appearing in this story are the brainchild and property of Marvel. Except the reporter and the bigot that will appear in this chapter.
Remember: * = telepathy
^=^Chapter Two: The Nutter House^=^
"Along with the mutant registration act, Mr. Robinson, what other policies does the Friends of Humanity support?" queried Mary Ichio, the pretty, young Asian reporter of the Bayville talk show "The People of Bayville." Her subject was a man in his mid-forties, a gray streak blending into his otherwise full head of black hair, dressed smartly in a business suit.
"Well, the Friends of Humanity supports any policy that staggers the mutant threat." The man called Robinson answered, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs. Perhaps the gesture would have seemed feminine if preformed by any other man, but Robinson managed to make it both condescending and intelligent at the same time.
"Would you like to perhaps expend on that?" the woman prodded the head of the local chapter of the F.O.H.
"Certainly, the F.O.H. is an organization that is dedicated to protecting normal humans against both mutant aggression and possibly harmful mutant agendas. I am well aware that they are some that consider me and my fellows extremists-"Robinson explained making sure to tackle the question that Ichio was obviously opening her mouth to ask, making sure he wasn't interrupted. "For as I am sure you observed several times yourself Mrs. Ichio being a reporter and such," he continued.
"The peril that Bayville places upon itself by allowing mutants to remain here; explosions, car crashes, collateral damage, it just boggles the mind how no one has been killed yet! All for a few liberals up in the white house that believe by allowing them equal rights the problem will just go away! However...."
"All right Kitty, change the channel I've really heard enough of that bigot." Scott requested from where he sat at a table playing "Go Fish" with Kurt. It was a typical Wednesday night, because school was the next day most of the students opted to spend the evening at home, however each with their own various activities. Those gathered in the rec room were Kitty who was sitting on the couch before the t.v. now changing the channel to "Gilmore Girls". Jean was sitting on the adjacent couch, causally flipping through a Seventeen magazine, Piotr sitting next to her putting the final additions on a sketch he had spent the better part of the day on. Along with the aforementioned Scott and Kurt who were sitting towards the back of the room.
"Well if you think about it Scott, the guy like, kinda has a point. You gotta admit that when we battle stuff like gets broken." Kitty pointed out as she glanced away from the show's opening theme song to look at her leader.
"Yes, but that's because if we didn't stop the bad guys there be a lot more than collateral damage. Really just a few weeks ago we saved the entire world from Apocalypse and this is how they thank us!" Scott replied in a measured voice, a little snippy because he could be seconds away from yet another lost to Kurt.
'Yeah, but Apocalypse is like a mutant too." Kitty pointed out to Scott only answered with an exasperated grunt.
"Got any threes?" Kurt asked in an almost coy voice, knowing victory was only a breath away. With a disgusted grunt, Scott handed over the cards that the German needed. Which immediately set off the blue furred boy into a small victory dance around his chair, rejoicing, "And round two goes to de Fuzzy Man, yeah! Up for a third?" he challenged Scott holding his odd fingers splayed.
Before Scott could answer, however the sound of the door being opened caused him to look away from his friend. Jono walked in with his usual non- chalantness, until he noticed a few people had looked up when he had walked in.
*'Lo.* he greeted raising a skeptical eyebrow (one of the few facial expressions he could still mange) while thinking 'can't walk into a goddamned bloody room without being stared out can I?' before their gazes had fallen back to their current activities. However, he still did feel the need to give an explanation to his presence anyway, seeing as how he had not exactly sought out their company over these last two weeks. *No tellie in that basement.*
Despite what Jono might have though, his physical appearance had little to do with their wariness. No, it was more from both an incident that happened a few weeks ago when Kurt had suddenly bampfed! into Jono's room uninvited (nearly scaring the wits out of Jono as he did) announcing dinner was ready. Jono had responded less than favorably to the intrusion.
*Wot kind of bloody insensitive question is that?! "Aven't you noticed that I 'aven't got a mouth ?! An' you ever heard of knocking?!* Jono had demanded of Kurt his energy flaring up around the black scarf he had fashioned for himself in replacement of the bandages; framing him in a hellish aura that was enough to make Kurt stammer an apology before teleporting out of the room the next second. It was quite clear now that Jono's room was his sanctuary and was not to be entered unless asked. Along with how he wasn't really opening up to the other students, and the fact that he had chosen to change that basement old storage room into his bedroom rather than live in the normal dorms only seemed to cement the want to isolate himself. Most had told themselves either he was having a hard time adjusting and would come around eventually, or that if he wanted to be left alone to just leave the guy alone.
However, Kitty was still willing to make an effort, having grown pass her immaturity after all this time with the x-men of being afraid of physical mutations. "Hey Jono, like this episode is a rerun, so is there anything you'd like to watch?"
Jono looked a bit surprised that they were still trying that forced niceness on him. However since he had come up here for television and didn't want to get stuck watching some chick show he accepted the offer.*All right,* he answered her taking the remote and clicking a few times before turning on M t.v. and taking a seat on the couch himself.
"So you like have M t.v. in England?" Kitty asked seeing as how everyone else was distracted she turned to the British goth next to her for company.
*O' course luv, we probably get as many American channels as you do British- *he was cutoff by the sound of the door slamming open followed by stomping feet.
"Ah don't want to talk about it anymore Remy!" Rogue snapped behind her as she entered the room pushing her platinum bangs out of her face with an exasperated air as she, much to Jono's displeasure, sat on the couch where he and Shadowcat already sat. Crossing her arms and staring forward at Carson with a scowl.
"Oh no you don't mon petit! Not this time! You always block Remy out w'enever we need to talk and 'e is sick and tired of it!" Gambit countered as he walked in after her, placing his hands on the couch so that he could lean over her. No doubt hoping to make himself more imposing than he already was with his flashing demon eyes. A tactic of course that hardly worked on someone like Rogue.
"There's noting to talk about Remy!" Rogue all but screamed back in his face.
"Rogue, Remy please, this is hardly a place to be having an argument," Jean told them, while of course wondering what had just happened between Rogue and her handsome Cajun.
"No one asked you Jean! And we are NOT having an argument!" Rogue snapped back rising back up to her feet to get out from underneath Remy. Of course Kurt then teleported next to the two to put his two cents in.
"Sister please, Jean is right, this is no place for an argument if you and Gambit would like I could perhaps help you settle this feud..."
"Non argument! The fille just won't talk!" Remy countered pointed at Rogue.
"There's nothing to talk about!" Rogue snapped again, her hope of the Cajun backing off by her walking into a public far gone and now she was left to only defending herself from about three people now. It was then Jono decided he had heard enough and the rest of the night was going to be spent counseling the couple, forcing him to return to his lair once again. That is until he stepped out into the hall, shutting the door and voices out behind him, when he was then nearly stampeded by Bobby, Sam, and Jamie (and about five copies of himself) as they ran past holding a red strip of fabric.
*Can I ask what you people are doin'?*
"Oh, we're playing this game that Sam thought up this one day." Bobby answered. "Y'see we divide ourselves into two teams and this cloth," he held up the treasured old rag," is placed between us and whoever gets it starts off with us and the other team tries to get it back."
*Uh huh, and you play this throughout the mansion?* Jono asked.
"Yep," Bobby answered.
*Because you don't have anything else to do?*Jono asked crossing his arms.
Bobby shrugged,"Pretty much."
*I see.* Jono replied turning away from the Iceman while shaking his head thinking' Nutters, every last one of 'em. Either jumping at each other's throats or playing childish games because of lack of amusement. 'He paused as he realized something. 'I'm going to end up just like them if I don't get out of this place.' He was horrified at the thought. Enough so that he did indeed return to his room, but only to grab his leather jacket and some money, determined not to have any terrible happen as he explored Bayville for the first time.
^=^=^=^=^=^=^The equation still is: Reviews= fast writing and a happy me.^^
Snitter in Rivendell: I'm glad to see someone besides Jono fans is reading this. And I'm glad I still managed to interest you with an unfamiliar character to you; it says something for my characterization skills.^^
Rahneman: He most certainly does and I hope I'm doing at least a passable job with the accent since I've never heard a London accent, I'm only going on how I've seen other people write it. Also I dunno about Paige, I'm not sure if I would write her well, I've never found her to be as interesting as Jono and thus haven't ever paid attention to her characterization. As for Rogue...Romy rules in my world even if they were having a tense moment....but all relationships have their ups and downs.
I'm a Super Mute Ant: Agreed! Go Jono!!!!!!!
Ms. Frost: I updated...am I forgiven? Makes big puppy dog eyes.
Now like the good little inferior being er, reader you are, please press the blue button below and tell me what you think. There you go!^^