Hey All!
Reviews
Miranda-No more Kurt, Kitty, or Bobby? NO! I can't live like this. And no Psylock either. I woulda happily given up Warren, but Betsy? Damn. Oh, and danke for the the kind review. I'm glad you thought it was ser gut. Yeah, I do like using other languages a lot. My reviews sometimes need a translator. Ah well. No more spoilers please! Glad to hear from ya beb.
Rogue LeBeau- So you get inspired by my writing. Danm, I'm on fire! Woo! I need a fire extinguisher! Yeah! Thanks for the ego boost. I love that you like me.
Ish-Yeah, but the cool beans are. . .cool. They've got Bobby beaten in the cool area (ba dum sss). I'm glad to hear your beans aspire for more. I think that if they actually sat down with a goth and asked 'why?' Rogue's gothness would be so much better. Ah 24/7 Scott torture. Look, Jean AND her clone are going out with Duncan. 'NO!' Mwahahahahahaha! I couldn't see Rogue shaving her brother there. It just didn't work for me. The crack was for you (Damn right I've sold out). Crack is good. Especially in souther pecan coffee. mmm. Depressing trails sound like a John Wayne movie, and we couldn't have that.
Eileen- Ah, so you're still losing your mind. Soon, you will come over to the dark forgetful side. Then you will come over to the dark forgetful side. Yeah, Evo Scott is definitly too uncomfortable to do that sort of thing. You gotta admitt, even if time does pass faster in cartoons, it still took _forever_ to get those two, who, by the way are practically fused together to become Scott-Jean, to even admitt they like each other. It makes you wanna go, 'You can read minds, and you're team leader, and you're just _now_ figuring it out?' So yeah, they're hopeless. Well, um Remy didn't actually have it on in the picture. Rogue put his arm around her, so he would have to be clothed, unfortunatly. Ah well, maybe some other fic, in a side outlet. . . we'll see. Hi!
Solitaire-Rogue is only as evil as she wants to be, so yeah.
Disclaimer
I'm disclaiming for two chapters here. I don't think I own anything, lemme check. . .nope, still own nada.
***
The students congregated in the lobby, where the teachers announced that they were going out for breakfast.
So the students piled back into the vans. There was much less shoving and road rage. Most of the students were exhausted, and Scott, Jean and Ororo were driving their respective cars. This time the girls and boys were all mixed together.
Remy was sitting next to Rogue. He couldn't seem to sit still. Rogue looked at him and laughed. [Hmm, wondah if Ah should say in just seven days Ah can make you a man?]
[Dis would all be worth it if she'd sing de Charles Atlas song dressed up as Tim Curry for me.]
Despite the Rocky Horror underwear three sizes too small, Remy was pretty happy with the current situation. Since Rogue had gotten her revenge, she seemed much more at peace with the world, and even sang along to the Clash CD that they'd all convinced Jean to play. Bobby was singing 'Jimmy Jazz' as Jack Nicholson, and Sam was looking at him with red rum in his eyes. Jubilee was requesting 'Should I Stay or Should I Go?' Remy was trying to explain why all of the Clash's big hit songs that everybody knows, came from albums that aren't the pinnacle of modern album music as we know it (AN: London Calling rules!). Roberto was in the back, next to Remy, who was next to Rogue, and Roberto was having a hard time not paying attention to how much Remy was figiting. But then again, the view from where he was sitting ignored wasn't half bad. So, everyone was having fun in that car.
Scott was dealing with Amara, Tabitha, and Kitty's music choice. So, the whole car, including Jamie, Kurt, Ray, and Rahne were cringing in pain. Scott was used to this sort of torture, so it didn't affect him as much as the others. Beside that, it was a sort of penance to him for sleeping in Jean's room. He was now only fairly sure he hadn't done anything. He supposed that perhaps sex was so deeply programmed into the human brain maybe he and Jean had actually done it in their sleep (AN: you be the judge. Maybe they did. I'm not telling).
---
All of the X-men were seated and gossiping. Well, only a few were gossiping, and Sam was about to fall out of his chair. He was tired enough to fall asleep standing up. So it took the combined efforts of the people on either side of him (Tabitha and Ray) to keep him awake.
Then their food arrived. It looked, as Jamie put it, 'Gross!' Sam tried to eat his food, but he fell asleep mid-bite. He was allowed to sleep in his pancakes for a full twenty minutes while the others laughed. The place actually had good food (if not good looking food) if you weren't stupid enough to order something you wouldn't find at an American Perkins.
Logan had coffee. Or at least attempted to have coffee. They apparently didn't have coffee. He got really mad about the lack of caffeine. He left in disgust to get McDonald's coffee (AN: They have tea here, I'm sure they have coffee there).
"Ah can't believe they don't have coffee." Rogue said, almost in shock. "This is a dinnah, an' they don't have coffee."
Remy, who was sitting next to her and Kurt (who was eating something that no one else would touch); he looked at Rogue and said, "Yeah, they drink tea here."
Rogue frowned, but it lacked any real anger to back it up. It was more like a pout with attitude. "So? It's still supposed ta have coffee! How do they live without coffee? Ah mean, what kind of a drink is tea? That's stupid. Ya can't dunk Oreos in tea!"
"I know, it's a weird an' backward place here. But it's no big deal. Dere's a Starbucks everywhere."
"Truely wise words. Think we should wake Sam up? The only way he's been takin' in food is through osmosis."
Remy looked under the table and lightly kicked Sam, who jerked in his chair, pulling his head out of his breakfast. "Eww. This is pleasant. I smell like an Intahnational House of Pancakes."
After breakfast everyone split up. The girls, including Rogue, minus Jubilee, went to the mall. The boys, minus Kurt, went to raise a little Hell, after Scott double checked his reservations at the restaurant. Kurt went on Beatles landmark tour. He was bored stiff halfway through, but that was his problem.
---
Hank, Bobby, and Jamie were going to see a movie. They were all excited about seing it, and were looking forward to a pg-13 action movie. They couldn't wait to see the car chases, the gun fights, the pummelings. They were middle school boys and. . .Hank going to the movies. Violence was what htey wanted, and lots of it.
Jamie bought an icee like drink, Hank bought popcorn,and Bobby snuck twinkies in, saying, in his defense, "I would have bought them from here if they'd sold them."
The boys all settled into their seats and watched the movie. It seemed a little tame for it's pg-13 rating. The violence was half of what it could have been. So the boys were forced to pay attention to the story. That is until the main actress took her top off.
Hank covered Bobby's eyes, while Jamie calmly slurped his icee thing and moved two seats over, out of Hank's reach. Bobby was fighting for his right to watch the movie, and slipped on one of his contraband twinkie papers, sending him flat on his arse. Needless to say, Jamie was the only one who enjoyed the whole movie.
---
Logan, Remy, and Scott were wandering around London, looking for something to do. They didn't have any real idea of what to do. None of them wanted to got to he overtly tourist attractions, but the fact remained that they were in England for the first time. So they were wandering aimlessly.
Until they passed a pack of punk girls. The girls had heard Scott talking about the restaurant he was taking Jean to, and the girls immediately launched into a stirring rendition of God Save the Queen. . .Sex Pistols style.
Remy, being Remy, stopped to flirt. He was glad that he'd been on an eighties kick, because he knew all the lyrics to the song. So he started singing with the girls. They laughed. Not giggled, like any other pack of girls might do, but laughed.
A balding man in a mini van drove up in front of the girls and they said good bye. One girl, with magenta hair and a dog chain fastened to her black dog collar kissed Remy. It threw him for a loop. Especially when he got scratches in his mouth from her spiked ball tounge ring. She winked at him and got in the mini van along with the other girls.
Scott and Logan looked on, not sure what to make of it. Remy didn't either, really. When the girls' van was out of sight he spit out a little bit of blood from his scratches and tried to get rid of the girl's old milk and waffle breath. Logan started laughing and Scott was still deciding whether what he'd seen was funny or
"Dat was not pleasant. Quit laughin'." Scott laughed, and they continued to wander aimlessly, occasionally stopping to laugh about the whole encounter.
***
Okay, more stuff next chapter!
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Miranda-No more Kurt, Kitty, or Bobby? NO! I can't live like this. And no Psylock either. I woulda happily given up Warren, but Betsy? Damn. Oh, and danke for the the kind review. I'm glad you thought it was ser gut. Yeah, I do like using other languages a lot. My reviews sometimes need a translator. Ah well. No more spoilers please! Glad to hear from ya beb.
Rogue LeBeau- So you get inspired by my writing. Danm, I'm on fire! Woo! I need a fire extinguisher! Yeah! Thanks for the ego boost. I love that you like me.
Ish-Yeah, but the cool beans are. . .cool. They've got Bobby beaten in the cool area (ba dum sss). I'm glad to hear your beans aspire for more. I think that if they actually sat down with a goth and asked 'why?' Rogue's gothness would be so much better. Ah 24/7 Scott torture. Look, Jean AND her clone are going out with Duncan. 'NO!' Mwahahahahahaha! I couldn't see Rogue shaving her brother there. It just didn't work for me. The crack was for you (Damn right I've sold out). Crack is good. Especially in souther pecan coffee. mmm. Depressing trails sound like a John Wayne movie, and we couldn't have that.
Eileen- Ah, so you're still losing your mind. Soon, you will come over to the dark forgetful side. Then you will come over to the dark forgetful side. Yeah, Evo Scott is definitly too uncomfortable to do that sort of thing. You gotta admitt, even if time does pass faster in cartoons, it still took _forever_ to get those two, who, by the way are practically fused together to become Scott-Jean, to even admitt they like each other. It makes you wanna go, 'You can read minds, and you're team leader, and you're just _now_ figuring it out?' So yeah, they're hopeless. Well, um Remy didn't actually have it on in the picture. Rogue put his arm around her, so he would have to be clothed, unfortunatly. Ah well, maybe some other fic, in a side outlet. . . we'll see. Hi!
Solitaire-Rogue is only as evil as she wants to be, so yeah.
Disclaimer
I'm disclaiming for two chapters here. I don't think I own anything, lemme check. . .nope, still own nada.
***
The students congregated in the lobby, where the teachers announced that they were going out for breakfast.
So the students piled back into the vans. There was much less shoving and road rage. Most of the students were exhausted, and Scott, Jean and Ororo were driving their respective cars. This time the girls and boys were all mixed together.
Remy was sitting next to Rogue. He couldn't seem to sit still. Rogue looked at him and laughed. [Hmm, wondah if Ah should say in just seven days Ah can make you a man?]
[Dis would all be worth it if she'd sing de Charles Atlas song dressed up as Tim Curry for me.]
Despite the Rocky Horror underwear three sizes too small, Remy was pretty happy with the current situation. Since Rogue had gotten her revenge, she seemed much more at peace with the world, and even sang along to the Clash CD that they'd all convinced Jean to play. Bobby was singing 'Jimmy Jazz' as Jack Nicholson, and Sam was looking at him with red rum in his eyes. Jubilee was requesting 'Should I Stay or Should I Go?' Remy was trying to explain why all of the Clash's big hit songs that everybody knows, came from albums that aren't the pinnacle of modern album music as we know it (AN: London Calling rules!). Roberto was in the back, next to Remy, who was next to Rogue, and Roberto was having a hard time not paying attention to how much Remy was figiting. But then again, the view from where he was sitting ignored wasn't half bad. So, everyone was having fun in that car.
Scott was dealing with Amara, Tabitha, and Kitty's music choice. So, the whole car, including Jamie, Kurt, Ray, and Rahne were cringing in pain. Scott was used to this sort of torture, so it didn't affect him as much as the others. Beside that, it was a sort of penance to him for sleeping in Jean's room. He was now only fairly sure he hadn't done anything. He supposed that perhaps sex was so deeply programmed into the human brain maybe he and Jean had actually done it in their sleep (AN: you be the judge. Maybe they did. I'm not telling).
---
All of the X-men were seated and gossiping. Well, only a few were gossiping, and Sam was about to fall out of his chair. He was tired enough to fall asleep standing up. So it took the combined efforts of the people on either side of him (Tabitha and Ray) to keep him awake.
Then their food arrived. It looked, as Jamie put it, 'Gross!' Sam tried to eat his food, but he fell asleep mid-bite. He was allowed to sleep in his pancakes for a full twenty minutes while the others laughed. The place actually had good food (if not good looking food) if you weren't stupid enough to order something you wouldn't find at an American Perkins.
Logan had coffee. Or at least attempted to have coffee. They apparently didn't have coffee. He got really mad about the lack of caffeine. He left in disgust to get McDonald's coffee (AN: They have tea here, I'm sure they have coffee there).
"Ah can't believe they don't have coffee." Rogue said, almost in shock. "This is a dinnah, an' they don't have coffee."
Remy, who was sitting next to her and Kurt (who was eating something that no one else would touch); he looked at Rogue and said, "Yeah, they drink tea here."
Rogue frowned, but it lacked any real anger to back it up. It was more like a pout with attitude. "So? It's still supposed ta have coffee! How do they live without coffee? Ah mean, what kind of a drink is tea? That's stupid. Ya can't dunk Oreos in tea!"
"I know, it's a weird an' backward place here. But it's no big deal. Dere's a Starbucks everywhere."
"Truely wise words. Think we should wake Sam up? The only way he's been takin' in food is through osmosis."
Remy looked under the table and lightly kicked Sam, who jerked in his chair, pulling his head out of his breakfast. "Eww. This is pleasant. I smell like an Intahnational House of Pancakes."
After breakfast everyone split up. The girls, including Rogue, minus Jubilee, went to the mall. The boys, minus Kurt, went to raise a little Hell, after Scott double checked his reservations at the restaurant. Kurt went on Beatles landmark tour. He was bored stiff halfway through, but that was his problem.
---
Hank, Bobby, and Jamie were going to see a movie. They were all excited about seing it, and were looking forward to a pg-13 action movie. They couldn't wait to see the car chases, the gun fights, the pummelings. They were middle school boys and. . .Hank going to the movies. Violence was what htey wanted, and lots of it.
Jamie bought an icee like drink, Hank bought popcorn,and Bobby snuck twinkies in, saying, in his defense, "I would have bought them from here if they'd sold them."
The boys all settled into their seats and watched the movie. It seemed a little tame for it's pg-13 rating. The violence was half of what it could have been. So the boys were forced to pay attention to the story. That is until the main actress took her top off.
Hank covered Bobby's eyes, while Jamie calmly slurped his icee thing and moved two seats over, out of Hank's reach. Bobby was fighting for his right to watch the movie, and slipped on one of his contraband twinkie papers, sending him flat on his arse. Needless to say, Jamie was the only one who enjoyed the whole movie.
---
Logan, Remy, and Scott were wandering around London, looking for something to do. They didn't have any real idea of what to do. None of them wanted to got to he overtly tourist attractions, but the fact remained that they were in England for the first time. So they were wandering aimlessly.
Until they passed a pack of punk girls. The girls had heard Scott talking about the restaurant he was taking Jean to, and the girls immediately launched into a stirring rendition of God Save the Queen. . .Sex Pistols style.
Remy, being Remy, stopped to flirt. He was glad that he'd been on an eighties kick, because he knew all the lyrics to the song. So he started singing with the girls. They laughed. Not giggled, like any other pack of girls might do, but laughed.
A balding man in a mini van drove up in front of the girls and they said good bye. One girl, with magenta hair and a dog chain fastened to her black dog collar kissed Remy. It threw him for a loop. Especially when he got scratches in his mouth from her spiked ball tounge ring. She winked at him and got in the mini van along with the other girls.
Scott and Logan looked on, not sure what to make of it. Remy didn't either, really. When the girls' van was out of sight he spit out a little bit of blood from his scratches and tried to get rid of the girl's old milk and waffle breath. Logan started laughing and Scott was still deciding whether what he'd seen was funny or
"Dat was not pleasant. Quit laughin'." Scott laughed, and they continued to wander aimlessly, occasionally stopping to laugh about the whole encounter.
***
Okay, more stuff next chapter!
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith