BREAKFAST TIME
All was not well in Professor Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Jean Grey was trying to scrape a lump of porridge out of Scott's ear, where Rogue had lodged it a few moments ago. She had been aiming for Logan but he had ducked. A somewhat frightened group of pupils sat at the other end of the large breakfast table, trying to ignore the yelling coming from the 'grown up' end. Rogue was absentmindedly apologising to Scott, but he was too busy complaining to Jean to notice. Logan had stormed off up to his room to sulk. Storm sat amid the mayhem of what had earlier been a perfectly functional kitchen and sighed, making a mental note to never again bring up the subject of 'what made a good breakfast'.
Remy had immediately suggested snails, and had received a spoonful of cornflakes in the eye from Logan, who was then turned on by Rogue, who, in her hurry to defend Remy, mistakenly demanded to know what he'd eaten for breakfast when he was young, and how much better it was than snails. Logan had got offended and total chaos ensued, involving much toast throwing, and cursing, from Logan, till Rogue had started flinging porridge at him, and he had decided to make a quick exit.
He walked down the corridor to his room, only faintly annoyed at Rogue for touching upon the delicate subject of the first god-knows-how-many years of his life. Humming, he decided there was nothing like a good hot shower for getting rid of dried porridge. As he entered his room, he smelt someone. He stepped inside and locked the door purposefully. He was going to catch the little ruffian this time. Bobby, the school's resident clown, often played practical jokes on the teachers. Logan often fell for them, but not today.
He made his way around the room, looking everywhere, but finding nothing out of place. Having searched the entire room, Logan headed for the bathroom - it had to be in there. Opening the door carefully, so as not to set off any carefully placed traps, he stepped inside. Nothing looked different from usual. He looked around and saw a note pinned to the shower curtain. He strode towards it, noticing too late, the banana skin on the floor. The last thing he saw was the corner of the sink rushing to meet him.....
Rogue sat in the canteen with Jubilee and Kitty, feeling depressed. Logan wouldn't even answer her calls through his bedroom door. She must have really offended him. Wondering what she could do to make him feel better, she picked at her food, attracting worried glances from her friends. Anyway, it wasn't as if he was in the right or anything. Rogue had tasted snails, and they were kind of like mushrooms, but juicier. And he had offended Remy, but she had ways of cheering him up. No, he could stay up there - the mansion was much quieter without him growling all over the place. Happier, she carried on eating, pondering on how she could get Remy offended again..
By six thirty that evening, however, when Logan hadn't emerged from his room to eat, everyone knew that something was up. Bobby sheepishly owned up to his trick with the banana skin, and Scott and Remy forced the door to Logan's room, to find him lying against the bath wearing a delirious smile.
It took about half an hour, and several plates of lamb chops to wake Logan up, and when he did finally emerge from his stupor, he wasn't in a very good mood. Needless to say, Bobby stayed away from Logan's room for a long time afterwards, and not nearly so many bananas mysteriously vanished from the kitchen either.
All was not well in Professor Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Jean Grey was trying to scrape a lump of porridge out of Scott's ear, where Rogue had lodged it a few moments ago. She had been aiming for Logan but he had ducked. A somewhat frightened group of pupils sat at the other end of the large breakfast table, trying to ignore the yelling coming from the 'grown up' end. Rogue was absentmindedly apologising to Scott, but he was too busy complaining to Jean to notice. Logan had stormed off up to his room to sulk. Storm sat amid the mayhem of what had earlier been a perfectly functional kitchen and sighed, making a mental note to never again bring up the subject of 'what made a good breakfast'.
Remy had immediately suggested snails, and had received a spoonful of cornflakes in the eye from Logan, who was then turned on by Rogue, who, in her hurry to defend Remy, mistakenly demanded to know what he'd eaten for breakfast when he was young, and how much better it was than snails. Logan had got offended and total chaos ensued, involving much toast throwing, and cursing, from Logan, till Rogue had started flinging porridge at him, and he had decided to make a quick exit.
He walked down the corridor to his room, only faintly annoyed at Rogue for touching upon the delicate subject of the first god-knows-how-many years of his life. Humming, he decided there was nothing like a good hot shower for getting rid of dried porridge. As he entered his room, he smelt someone. He stepped inside and locked the door purposefully. He was going to catch the little ruffian this time. Bobby, the school's resident clown, often played practical jokes on the teachers. Logan often fell for them, but not today.
He made his way around the room, looking everywhere, but finding nothing out of place. Having searched the entire room, Logan headed for the bathroom - it had to be in there. Opening the door carefully, so as not to set off any carefully placed traps, he stepped inside. Nothing looked different from usual. He looked around and saw a note pinned to the shower curtain. He strode towards it, noticing too late, the banana skin on the floor. The last thing he saw was the corner of the sink rushing to meet him.....
Rogue sat in the canteen with Jubilee and Kitty, feeling depressed. Logan wouldn't even answer her calls through his bedroom door. She must have really offended him. Wondering what she could do to make him feel better, she picked at her food, attracting worried glances from her friends. Anyway, it wasn't as if he was in the right or anything. Rogue had tasted snails, and they were kind of like mushrooms, but juicier. And he had offended Remy, but she had ways of cheering him up. No, he could stay up there - the mansion was much quieter without him growling all over the place. Happier, she carried on eating, pondering on how she could get Remy offended again..
By six thirty that evening, however, when Logan hadn't emerged from his room to eat, everyone knew that something was up. Bobby sheepishly owned up to his trick with the banana skin, and Scott and Remy forced the door to Logan's room, to find him lying against the bath wearing a delirious smile.
It took about half an hour, and several plates of lamb chops to wake Logan up, and when he did finally emerge from his stupor, he wasn't in a very good mood. Needless to say, Bobby stayed away from Logan's room for a long time afterwards, and not nearly so many bananas mysteriously vanished from the kitchen either.