"Good morning, Logan," Ororo said, in a dignity-at-all-times sort of way.
"Ah'm STILL tryin' tah sleep!" Rogue wailed.
"Get off me," Logan demanded.
Evan assumed she hadn't moved quickly enough, because Ororo gave a squeal as Logan chucked her to the floor. She looked up and glared at him for just a moment before she realised that in being thrown to the floor her skirt had ridden up, and she dragged it back into place in what she hoped was a dignified manner.
There was a distant, "waaaaaaaaaahh!" Evan sighed. Kitty curled up tighter. Rogue said, "mrph mprhle stop it."
"What the heck is that?" Logan asked.
"It's Rover," Evan said. "And I'm still dead, so if you don't mind, shut up."
"Anyone want some toast?" Lance asked, appearing round the doorway.
Kitty gave a huge yawn and rolled over, apparently awake (and still, as it happens, fully dressed in her clothes from yesterday). "Ugh... um... hi Lance. What are you doing here?"
"You invited me," he said. "Only you weren't outside, so I came in. Do you want some toast?"
"Hmm...? Oh, yeah, sure. I SO have to sort my hair out..." Kitty wandered off in search of a hairbrush.
"Waaaaaaaaaaah!" shrieked "Rover" again.
"Is Rover a dog?" Logan asked cautiously.
"Nope," replied Evan. "She's a baby."
"A baby, right, sure... what the hell is a baby doing here?"
"Shut UP!" Rogue yelled into the chair arm.
Professor Xavier chose this moment to appear in the doorway, wondering what was going on, and apparently slightly hung over.
There is a good reason why telepaths should not get so drunk, and Xavier was just discovering it.
"Uuuurrrghhh," Xavier moaned. He'd never had such a bad headache. But apparently there was no time for that, since the room was in utter chaos. "What's going on?"
"Well, Logan woke up with Auntie O on top of him, Lance is in the kitchen making toast, Rogue's trying to sleep, Jean and Scott are looking after a baby, Kurt's disappeared, oh and the new recruits have had a sleepover and probably trashed every room above the first floor," Evan explained, who was seemingly no longer dead.
Xavier's headache had just multiplied by about ten times. "Okay, well... Evan, get Lance to make himself useful and make breakfast for everyone, and get me a cup of tea with a lot of sugar." Xavier paused. "Logan, go upstairs and make sure the new recruits know they have to fix, repair, or clean up everything they did last night. Ororo, please bring Scott, Jean, and the baby to me. Rogue, you can't sleep here, either get up or go to bed upstairs." He winced. There was no way there'd be any mind reading for him for quite a while.
A few minutes later, Evan and Logan had left the room, Rogue was still trying to sleep (unsuccessfully), Jean and Scott had brought Rover-Emily- Betty-Ann to Xavier, and Ororo had gone off to have a shower.
"Explain," Xavier commanded.
Scott explained. Jean explained. Rogue offered a few words to help put the story together. The part where the adults had come home blind drunk was tactfully left out.
"Uurgghhh," replied Xavier when they'd finished. "Er, so what about the front door?"
"Mr McCoy ripped it off last night," Rogue said honestly from her place on the sofa where she was getting up. Slowly.
Rover-Emily-Betty-Ann was asleep in Jean's arms. She gave a little sneeze in her sleep and stretched her arms out. "She's called Emily," Jean said.
"Betty-Ann," argued Scott.
"And you have no idea where she came from?" Scott and Jean shook their heads. "Well, first of all we have to try and track her parents down. The best thing we can do with her for now is to look after her."
"What do we do if we can't find her parents?" Scott asked.
"Well, we'll have to find out if she possesses the X-gene. If she does, the safest place for her to stay would be here. If not, I suppose we'll have to hand her to the police, who will find her a family to adopt or foster her. Anyway, I have to get started on researching where she might have come from." He had no idea where to start looking, but Hank McCoy would know. He always seemed to know what to do for this sort of thing.
"Er..." Evan stuck his head around the door. "Can I um, hold Rover?" he looked embarrassed.
"I really have an urge to slap you," Jean said, but fairly quietly. "She is not called Rover!!"
"Ah'm STILL tryin' tah sleep!" Rogue wailed.
"Get off me," Logan demanded.
Evan assumed she hadn't moved quickly enough, because Ororo gave a squeal as Logan chucked her to the floor. She looked up and glared at him for just a moment before she realised that in being thrown to the floor her skirt had ridden up, and she dragged it back into place in what she hoped was a dignified manner.
There was a distant, "waaaaaaaaaahh!" Evan sighed. Kitty curled up tighter. Rogue said, "mrph mprhle stop it."
"What the heck is that?" Logan asked.
"It's Rover," Evan said. "And I'm still dead, so if you don't mind, shut up."
"Anyone want some toast?" Lance asked, appearing round the doorway.
Kitty gave a huge yawn and rolled over, apparently awake (and still, as it happens, fully dressed in her clothes from yesterday). "Ugh... um... hi Lance. What are you doing here?"
"You invited me," he said. "Only you weren't outside, so I came in. Do you want some toast?"
"Hmm...? Oh, yeah, sure. I SO have to sort my hair out..." Kitty wandered off in search of a hairbrush.
"Waaaaaaaaaaah!" shrieked "Rover" again.
"Is Rover a dog?" Logan asked cautiously.
"Nope," replied Evan. "She's a baby."
"A baby, right, sure... what the hell is a baby doing here?"
"Shut UP!" Rogue yelled into the chair arm.
Professor Xavier chose this moment to appear in the doorway, wondering what was going on, and apparently slightly hung over.
There is a good reason why telepaths should not get so drunk, and Xavier was just discovering it.
"Uuuurrrghhh," Xavier moaned. He'd never had such a bad headache. But apparently there was no time for that, since the room was in utter chaos. "What's going on?"
"Well, Logan woke up with Auntie O on top of him, Lance is in the kitchen making toast, Rogue's trying to sleep, Jean and Scott are looking after a baby, Kurt's disappeared, oh and the new recruits have had a sleepover and probably trashed every room above the first floor," Evan explained, who was seemingly no longer dead.
Xavier's headache had just multiplied by about ten times. "Okay, well... Evan, get Lance to make himself useful and make breakfast for everyone, and get me a cup of tea with a lot of sugar." Xavier paused. "Logan, go upstairs and make sure the new recruits know they have to fix, repair, or clean up everything they did last night. Ororo, please bring Scott, Jean, and the baby to me. Rogue, you can't sleep here, either get up or go to bed upstairs." He winced. There was no way there'd be any mind reading for him for quite a while.
A few minutes later, Evan and Logan had left the room, Rogue was still trying to sleep (unsuccessfully), Jean and Scott had brought Rover-Emily- Betty-Ann to Xavier, and Ororo had gone off to have a shower.
"Explain," Xavier commanded.
Scott explained. Jean explained. Rogue offered a few words to help put the story together. The part where the adults had come home blind drunk was tactfully left out.
"Uurgghhh," replied Xavier when they'd finished. "Er, so what about the front door?"
"Mr McCoy ripped it off last night," Rogue said honestly from her place on the sofa where she was getting up. Slowly.
Rover-Emily-Betty-Ann was asleep in Jean's arms. She gave a little sneeze in her sleep and stretched her arms out. "She's called Emily," Jean said.
"Betty-Ann," argued Scott.
"And you have no idea where she came from?" Scott and Jean shook their heads. "Well, first of all we have to try and track her parents down. The best thing we can do with her for now is to look after her."
"What do we do if we can't find her parents?" Scott asked.
"Well, we'll have to find out if she possesses the X-gene. If she does, the safest place for her to stay would be here. If not, I suppose we'll have to hand her to the police, who will find her a family to adopt or foster her. Anyway, I have to get started on researching where she might have come from." He had no idea where to start looking, but Hank McCoy would know. He always seemed to know what to do for this sort of thing.
"Er..." Evan stuck his head around the door. "Can I um, hold Rover?" he looked embarrassed.
"I really have an urge to slap you," Jean said, but fairly quietly. "She is not called Rover!!"