Chapter Fourteen
Cerebro Online
"Welcome professor," chorused Moira Mactaggert's voice.
Professor Xavier entered the chamber, Logan right behind.
"You know very well of my no smoking policy on school grounds," said the Professor. Logan had put the cigar out before entering the school and had lit up again coming downstairs. "Continue smoking that in here and you'll spend the rest of your days under the belief that you are a six year old girl."
The statement was accompanied by an image of Logan in a frilly pink party dress with lots of lace, ribbons, and white stockings, complete with white paten leather shoes. They heard the *skint* of his claws being extended.
"You could do that," Logan asked.
"I'll have Jean braid your hair," said the Professor and tweaked the mental image to match.
Logan heard the echoes of children's' laughter. He may have had healing powers, but they didn't. With a mental sigh he extinguished the cigar in his palm.
"Should I be in here," he asked as Professor put on the headpiece of the machine. Logan couldn't help but wonder if using Cerebro so much was why the professor bald.
*Better warn Jean,* he thought.
"Just don't move," Charles replied, not totally oblivious to Logan's previous thoughts. Of course, Logan, by purely being Logan, couldn't follow one simple command and continued forward.
Walls faded leaving the impression of a globe with the platform that he and Xavier stood on being the core. Thousands upon thousands of white lights specked the continents.
"The white lights represent the humans," Xavier explained as the image started fading to scarlet.
"Let me guess," said Logan. "The red ones are us."
Xavier nodded.
"The broken line represents the path of the mutant who attacked the president," he continued. "Ah, looks like he's finally settling down."
Cerebro Online
"Welcome professor," chorused Moira Mactaggert's voice.
Professor Xavier entered the chamber, Logan right behind.
"You know very well of my no smoking policy on school grounds," said the Professor. Logan had put the cigar out before entering the school and had lit up again coming downstairs. "Continue smoking that in here and you'll spend the rest of your days under the belief that you are a six year old girl."
The statement was accompanied by an image of Logan in a frilly pink party dress with lots of lace, ribbons, and white stockings, complete with white paten leather shoes. They heard the *skint* of his claws being extended.
"You could do that," Logan asked.
"I'll have Jean braid your hair," said the Professor and tweaked the mental image to match.
Logan heard the echoes of children's' laughter. He may have had healing powers, but they didn't. With a mental sigh he extinguished the cigar in his palm.
"Should I be in here," he asked as Professor put on the headpiece of the machine. Logan couldn't help but wonder if using Cerebro so much was why the professor bald.
*Better warn Jean,* he thought.
"Just don't move," Charles replied, not totally oblivious to Logan's previous thoughts. Of course, Logan, by purely being Logan, couldn't follow one simple command and continued forward.
Walls faded leaving the impression of a globe with the platform that he and Xavier stood on being the core. Thousands upon thousands of white lights specked the continents.
"The white lights represent the humans," Xavier explained as the image started fading to scarlet.
"Let me guess," said Logan. "The red ones are us."
Xavier nodded.
"The broken line represents the path of the mutant who attacked the president," he continued. "Ah, looks like he's finally settling down."
