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My air con got fixed! *cheers* no more frostbite! No more! No more! =)
Entry 17
I'm bloated from all that pizza we've been ordering. Logan has shut himself in his room, and I suspect he is extremely hungover, or worse, going crazy. Pepper [A/n: Yeah! I finally named it!] is sitting forlornly at his door, obviously waiting for him to come out. I mean, honestly. You'd think that as _my_ cat and all, it'd spent more time following _me_.
Today was fairly normal for a Sunday. I tried bugging Rogue in the morning about what made her change so much, but she started acting very dodgy and suspicious. Something's up, and I'm going to tail her when she disappears tonight, which is probably going to be pretty soon. She mostly goes AWOL at around nine or so, so I guess I'll just wait for that time to come.
Scott and Kurt tried escaping from their (our?) chores today. After our breakfast of shriveled up eggs and squished bread slices, they initially wanted to sneak off inconspicuously to Scott's convertible to hightail it out of the Institute, but Rogue beat them to the car.
"Where do you think you guys are going?" she snapped, folding her arms. "Have you guys forgotten your promise?"
Kurt looked nervous. Scott stared industriously at the ground. "Well, can't we just . . . y'know . . . do it some other time?"
Rogue glared. "NO. I don't care, I'm taking your keys, and if the laundry ain't done and the living room isn't clean by five, you can forget about your wonderful reputations at Bayville, 'cause it's gonna come to an end pretty soon."
Now both Kurt and Scott looked sulky. Rogue hustled them back to do our share of the chores, while we sipped on lemonade by the pool. I must admit it was pretty fun watching them "slave" away at cleaning, especially since neither of them knew how to. Rogue and me moved our chairs closer to the living room so we could listen in. It went like this:
Scott: Okay . . . how _are_ we going to do this?
Kurt: (miserably) How would _I_ know? I've never done this before.
Scott: (pause) Maybe we should vacuum? Do you know where it's kept?
Kurt: I know! It's in the cupboard in the basement. I saw Kitty take it out of there before.
Scott: Great. Can you go get it?
bamfing noise
bamfing noise
Kurt: Here. Take it.
Scott: How do you switch it on?
Kurt: Maybe if you pressed the 'on' button . . .
Scott: Oh. Right. click It's not working!
Kurt: Maybe it's broken. sounds of furious shaking Yup, it's broken.
Scott: (uncertainly) Should we ask someone?
Kurt: Nah. Let's just skip to mopping or something.
Scott: Fine. I'll get the water and stuff.
Kurt: Hurry up!
pause
Scott: Okay, here's the bucket.
Kurt: Great. What about the mops?
Scott: Why don't we just - Hey! Kurt, stop pushing! clanging noise Oh, no.
Kurt: Oops.
Jean: WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING??
Scott: Sorry! We didn't mean - Jean: (angrily) My new shoes! My new shoes!
Kurt: Geez. They don't look that nice anyway. Just take it that we did you a favor, yeah?
Scott: (snaps) Kurt!
Jean: (snaps) Kurt!
Kurt: What? Is it my fault some people can't tell that pink and green clash??
Scott: (snaps) Kurt!
Jean: (snaps) Kurt!
Kurt: I'm sensing a pattern here . . .
Jean: (grumpily) Humph. Back to the topic - what exactly _are_ you guys doing?
Scott: Cleaning the living room.
Jean: What happened to the vacuum cleaner?
Kurt: It's broken.
Jean: No, it's not. sounds of footsteps
Jean: You guys didn't plug it in.
silence
Kurt and Scott: (simultaneously): Oh.
Jean: Why are you guys doing this?
Kurt: (pipes up) Kitty and Rogue! They're mean!
Jean: Great. They're paying for my shoes.
This is the part where Rogue leans over, and tells me we have to get out of there before we get squashed to a pulp.
The clock just hit nine. I'll put on my coat, and I'm getting out of here.
Tbc . . .
[A/n: Cliffhanger! =) Next chapter: Rogue's secret. ]
My air con got fixed! *cheers* no more frostbite! No more! No more! =)
Entry 17
I'm bloated from all that pizza we've been ordering. Logan has shut himself in his room, and I suspect he is extremely hungover, or worse, going crazy. Pepper [A/n: Yeah! I finally named it!] is sitting forlornly at his door, obviously waiting for him to come out. I mean, honestly. You'd think that as _my_ cat and all, it'd spent more time following _me_.
Today was fairly normal for a Sunday. I tried bugging Rogue in the morning about what made her change so much, but she started acting very dodgy and suspicious. Something's up, and I'm going to tail her when she disappears tonight, which is probably going to be pretty soon. She mostly goes AWOL at around nine or so, so I guess I'll just wait for that time to come.
Scott and Kurt tried escaping from their (our?) chores today. After our breakfast of shriveled up eggs and squished bread slices, they initially wanted to sneak off inconspicuously to Scott's convertible to hightail it out of the Institute, but Rogue beat them to the car.
"Where do you think you guys are going?" she snapped, folding her arms. "Have you guys forgotten your promise?"
Kurt looked nervous. Scott stared industriously at the ground. "Well, can't we just . . . y'know . . . do it some other time?"
Rogue glared. "NO. I don't care, I'm taking your keys, and if the laundry ain't done and the living room isn't clean by five, you can forget about your wonderful reputations at Bayville, 'cause it's gonna come to an end pretty soon."
Now both Kurt and Scott looked sulky. Rogue hustled them back to do our share of the chores, while we sipped on lemonade by the pool. I must admit it was pretty fun watching them "slave" away at cleaning, especially since neither of them knew how to. Rogue and me moved our chairs closer to the living room so we could listen in. It went like this:
Scott: Okay . . . how _are_ we going to do this?
Kurt: (miserably) How would _I_ know? I've never done this before.
Scott: (pause) Maybe we should vacuum? Do you know where it's kept?
Kurt: I know! It's in the cupboard in the basement. I saw Kitty take it out of there before.
Scott: Great. Can you go get it?
bamfing noise
bamfing noise
Kurt: Here. Take it.
Scott: How do you switch it on?
Kurt: Maybe if you pressed the 'on' button . . .
Scott: Oh. Right. click It's not working!
Kurt: Maybe it's broken. sounds of furious shaking Yup, it's broken.
Scott: (uncertainly) Should we ask someone?
Kurt: Nah. Let's just skip to mopping or something.
Scott: Fine. I'll get the water and stuff.
Kurt: Hurry up!
pause
Scott: Okay, here's the bucket.
Kurt: Great. What about the mops?
Scott: Why don't we just - Hey! Kurt, stop pushing! clanging noise Oh, no.
Kurt: Oops.
Jean: WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING??
Scott: Sorry! We didn't mean - Jean: (angrily) My new shoes! My new shoes!
Kurt: Geez. They don't look that nice anyway. Just take it that we did you a favor, yeah?
Scott: (snaps) Kurt!
Jean: (snaps) Kurt!
Kurt: What? Is it my fault some people can't tell that pink and green clash??
Scott: (snaps) Kurt!
Jean: (snaps) Kurt!
Kurt: I'm sensing a pattern here . . .
Jean: (grumpily) Humph. Back to the topic - what exactly _are_ you guys doing?
Scott: Cleaning the living room.
Jean: What happened to the vacuum cleaner?
Kurt: It's broken.
Jean: No, it's not. sounds of footsteps
Jean: You guys didn't plug it in.
silence
Kurt and Scott: (simultaneously): Oh.
Jean: Why are you guys doing this?
Kurt: (pipes up) Kitty and Rogue! They're mean!
Jean: Great. They're paying for my shoes.
This is the part where Rogue leans over, and tells me we have to get out of there before we get squashed to a pulp.
The clock just hit nine. I'll put on my coat, and I'm getting out of here.
Tbc . . .
[A/n: Cliffhanger! =) Next chapter: Rogue's secret. ]