Gambit yawns and opens his eyes. "Remy slept well for being on a couch. Maybe he can take a shower before the petite wakes,"he mumbles, getting up from the chair and looking around his room; Angel was nowhere in sight. No, no, no...Remy's in trouble. He begins searching the room, frantically and finds a note; the handwriting was chilidsh and words were misspelled.
Remy,
with rouge. behaving.
Angle
He sighs, relieved. "Remy needs a vacation...." He hurriedly takes a shower, then re-dresses in jeans and an old t-shirt. Gambit doesn't move for a moment, then walks downstairs into the kitchen where Rogue, Jean, and Storm sat drinking coffee with Hank. "Where's de Angelic one?"he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking a sip; he curses as it burns his tongue. Rogue tries not to laugh,"Sugar, she and Tara are in the living room with bowls of cereal watching tv with Jubilee..." "Is that particurally safe?"Hank wonders, aloud, continuing to sip his coffee. "Relax, you know she and Bobby watch cartoons until eleven...." Storm finishes her food and stands, putting her dishes in the sink.
"There'd better be more coffee." The growl comes from the doorway and all four mutants turn to look at Wolverine; Hank coughs and spits out a mouthful of coffee. "Oh mah gawd...What happened to you, Wolvie?"Rogue manages as she tries to clean up the coffee that had spilt from her mug when she slammed it down with a little too much force. Gambit and Storm simply gape while Jean busies herself with washing the dishes. "What? Am I that attractive in the morning? Do I have bed hair?" Logan walks to the coffee pot and pours himself a mug. Gambit gulps down a mouthful of hot coffee, remaining silent. "Logan, did you and a bucket of pain get in a fight?"asks Storm, gently placing one hand on his arm. "What's that mean, 'Ro?"
"My friend, you look like a clown...." Hank begins cackling, insanely; the others stares at him. *insert sound of Logan's blades* He growls out,"I'll show you a clown, bub. Move out of the way, 'Ro." Hank gulps and runs out with his coffee. "You'll never take me alive, It!"he hollers before vanishing down the hall to the medlab. Stunned silence follow for a minute, then Logan starts after him. He'd just reached the door when Storm tackles him to the floor. "Logan, stop and look at yourself for a moment..." Jean retrieves a mirror with her telekenesis, then holds it in front of him. Logan stares at himself. "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT KID!" As if on cue two heads appear through the door-one green-eyed with brown hair and the other hazel-eyed with greenish-brown hair. "Good Morin, Mr. Logan...like the clown face?"Tara asks, watching him with a smile. Angel comes into the kitchen and holds out and empty bowl to Rogue.
"Tank you and it was good.." Gambit smiles at her manners and puts down his mug. "How'd you sleep last night, petite? What did Roguey give you?" She smiles,"Hi, Remy! Angel say your bed comfy and it um...marshmallowy stuff." His attention diverts to Storm and Jean trying to a calm a sobbing Tara down and shooting Logan dirty looks. "Why are you giving me death glares? The damn kid made me look like a clown." Angel moves away from Gambit and hugs Tara. "It okay. He just mean ole grouch..." After a few moments she calms and rubs at her eyes as Logan stalks out. "Am I in trouble? I make him mad?" "Spongebob's on!"Bobby yells from somewhere. "Sponge!" Both children run down the hall and into the living room. Storm sighs,"Ready to try again, Rogue, Jean?" "Why Remy got to baby-sit?"
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Logan glares at his reflection in the mirror. He'd gotten all of the white out off and was still working on the red and black. "I hate kids, I hate kids, I hate kids,"he growls as he scrubs at his face with a pad used for cleaning dishes. "Mr. Logan, are ya mad?"Tara asks, appearing at the doorway of the bathroom. He stares at her a minute, debating. "Very..why did you draw on my face?" Logan checks his watch and realizes he's been scrubbing for two hours; the numbers clicked to 11:30. "Cause you was always frowning and I wanted make you happy...it work?" "...No." She sighs,"That bad." "Logan , have you seen the little Angel one?"Kurt asks, appearing at the door; he stops as he catches sight of Logan. "Mein Gott! IT!" "Enough already! Who's It, Kurt?"he demands, scrubbing some of the red from around his mouth. Kurt gulps as Tara looks up at him. "IT is a clown in the movie by Stephen King...he's evil and kills little children..." "And you know this because?" "Bobby and the yellow one watched it. You look bad...seen the angelic one? Remy can't find her." Tara sighs,"Ya lost Angel, 'gain?"
"We didn't lose her the first time..we just didn't know where she was,"comes the growled response. Kurt shrugs and teleports out of the room. "Mr. Logan, I go play in you room?" "No, kid. You can go down and play in this room, though...." Logan gives her directions to the medlab. This is for those It comments earlier, Hank. Tara hesitates, then runs out yelling for Angel. He closes the door and locks it before returning to scrubbing his face. "Stupid kid, stupid kid, stupid kid...."
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"Who room you think this is?" Angel shrugs and taps her fingers against a jar full of something. "Why ask me? don't know much...it not Mr. Logan, Remy, or Rogue's. Oh, eye!" "Cool!" Tara rushes to her side, running into a table and knocking needles to the floor; she ignores them and taps the glass. "May we in a mad scientist's lab and he making his greatest creation!" Angel cringes, hearing her voice echo back, loudly. Tara blinks a few times. "Weird...Look! Tables with wheels!" "Race? I bet I win..." "Agree. You go, but I'm go play with 'puter thingy..maybe he got a game..." Angel rolls her eyes and pulls a chair up to one of the tables, climbing on top of it. She looks across the room, then catches sight of a sign. "Propety of Hank McCoy. Do not enter. Attack twinkies on watch? Angel say Mr. Hank creepy....." Oh well. Race! She sits there a minute, then pushes the table away from the wall. It rolls across the medlab and slams against the wall.
"Too loud, Angel! I finded a game!" "I see, I see, I see!" Angel jumps down and runs into the office, stopping behind her. "What's the game?" "Space 'vaders?"Tara guesses, clicking and deleting colored boxes. "Should...uh, you be doing that? Them boxes might be imporant..." Tara makes a *shh* sound and covers Angel's mouth. "Not our fault, but I wanna play with Kurt...he's cool." "Save, Tara. Save after use..." Angel saves the changes to the information. "Why somefin' saved under mutantgenes?"shea sks, closing it and picking up the eyeball jar,"Catch, Tara!" "Huh?" She looks up too late and the jar slams into the wall. "Ooops..." The sound of off-key singing reaches their ears. Tara swallow, nervously,"A ghost..." "Ahhhh!" Both five-year olds run out screaming only seconds before Hank enters the lab, dressed only in a towel. "No, my baby! What have they done to you? My beautiful lab...." He breaks down into hysterical sobs..
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Ain't kids great? Quick poll....what should they do next? Any suggestions? I'm open to them....over and out.
Remy,
with rouge. behaving.
Angle
He sighs, relieved. "Remy needs a vacation...." He hurriedly takes a shower, then re-dresses in jeans and an old t-shirt. Gambit doesn't move for a moment, then walks downstairs into the kitchen where Rogue, Jean, and Storm sat drinking coffee with Hank. "Where's de Angelic one?"he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking a sip; he curses as it burns his tongue. Rogue tries not to laugh,"Sugar, she and Tara are in the living room with bowls of cereal watching tv with Jubilee..." "Is that particurally safe?"Hank wonders, aloud, continuing to sip his coffee. "Relax, you know she and Bobby watch cartoons until eleven...." Storm finishes her food and stands, putting her dishes in the sink.
"There'd better be more coffee." The growl comes from the doorway and all four mutants turn to look at Wolverine; Hank coughs and spits out a mouthful of coffee. "Oh mah gawd...What happened to you, Wolvie?"Rogue manages as she tries to clean up the coffee that had spilt from her mug when she slammed it down with a little too much force. Gambit and Storm simply gape while Jean busies herself with washing the dishes. "What? Am I that attractive in the morning? Do I have bed hair?" Logan walks to the coffee pot and pours himself a mug. Gambit gulps down a mouthful of hot coffee, remaining silent. "Logan, did you and a bucket of pain get in a fight?"asks Storm, gently placing one hand on his arm. "What's that mean, 'Ro?"
"My friend, you look like a clown...." Hank begins cackling, insanely; the others stares at him. *insert sound of Logan's blades* He growls out,"I'll show you a clown, bub. Move out of the way, 'Ro." Hank gulps and runs out with his coffee. "You'll never take me alive, It!"he hollers before vanishing down the hall to the medlab. Stunned silence follow for a minute, then Logan starts after him. He'd just reached the door when Storm tackles him to the floor. "Logan, stop and look at yourself for a moment..." Jean retrieves a mirror with her telekenesis, then holds it in front of him. Logan stares at himself. "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT KID!" As if on cue two heads appear through the door-one green-eyed with brown hair and the other hazel-eyed with greenish-brown hair. "Good Morin, Mr. Logan...like the clown face?"Tara asks, watching him with a smile. Angel comes into the kitchen and holds out and empty bowl to Rogue.
"Tank you and it was good.." Gambit smiles at her manners and puts down his mug. "How'd you sleep last night, petite? What did Roguey give you?" She smiles,"Hi, Remy! Angel say your bed comfy and it um...marshmallowy stuff." His attention diverts to Storm and Jean trying to a calm a sobbing Tara down and shooting Logan dirty looks. "Why are you giving me death glares? The damn kid made me look like a clown." Angel moves away from Gambit and hugs Tara. "It okay. He just mean ole grouch..." After a few moments she calms and rubs at her eyes as Logan stalks out. "Am I in trouble? I make him mad?" "Spongebob's on!"Bobby yells from somewhere. "Sponge!" Both children run down the hall and into the living room. Storm sighs,"Ready to try again, Rogue, Jean?" "Why Remy got to baby-sit?"
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Logan glares at his reflection in the mirror. He'd gotten all of the white out off and was still working on the red and black. "I hate kids, I hate kids, I hate kids,"he growls as he scrubs at his face with a pad used for cleaning dishes. "Mr. Logan, are ya mad?"Tara asks, appearing at the doorway of the bathroom. He stares at her a minute, debating. "Very..why did you draw on my face?" Logan checks his watch and realizes he's been scrubbing for two hours; the numbers clicked to 11:30. "Cause you was always frowning and I wanted make you happy...it work?" "...No." She sighs,"That bad." "Logan , have you seen the little Angel one?"Kurt asks, appearing at the door; he stops as he catches sight of Logan. "Mein Gott! IT!" "Enough already! Who's It, Kurt?"he demands, scrubbing some of the red from around his mouth. Kurt gulps as Tara looks up at him. "IT is a clown in the movie by Stephen King...he's evil and kills little children..." "And you know this because?" "Bobby and the yellow one watched it. You look bad...seen the angelic one? Remy can't find her." Tara sighs,"Ya lost Angel, 'gain?"
"We didn't lose her the first time..we just didn't know where she was,"comes the growled response. Kurt shrugs and teleports out of the room. "Mr. Logan, I go play in you room?" "No, kid. You can go down and play in this room, though...." Logan gives her directions to the medlab. This is for those It comments earlier, Hank. Tara hesitates, then runs out yelling for Angel. He closes the door and locks it before returning to scrubbing his face. "Stupid kid, stupid kid, stupid kid...."
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"Who room you think this is?" Angel shrugs and taps her fingers against a jar full of something. "Why ask me? don't know much...it not Mr. Logan, Remy, or Rogue's. Oh, eye!" "Cool!" Tara rushes to her side, running into a table and knocking needles to the floor; she ignores them and taps the glass. "May we in a mad scientist's lab and he making his greatest creation!" Angel cringes, hearing her voice echo back, loudly. Tara blinks a few times. "Weird...Look! Tables with wheels!" "Race? I bet I win..." "Agree. You go, but I'm go play with 'puter thingy..maybe he got a game..." Angel rolls her eyes and pulls a chair up to one of the tables, climbing on top of it. She looks across the room, then catches sight of a sign. "Propety of Hank McCoy. Do not enter. Attack twinkies on watch? Angel say Mr. Hank creepy....." Oh well. Race! She sits there a minute, then pushes the table away from the wall. It rolls across the medlab and slams against the wall.
"Too loud, Angel! I finded a game!" "I see, I see, I see!" Angel jumps down and runs into the office, stopping behind her. "What's the game?" "Space 'vaders?"Tara guesses, clicking and deleting colored boxes. "Should...uh, you be doing that? Them boxes might be imporant..." Tara makes a *shh* sound and covers Angel's mouth. "Not our fault, but I wanna play with Kurt...he's cool." "Save, Tara. Save after use..." Angel saves the changes to the information. "Why somefin' saved under mutantgenes?"shea sks, closing it and picking up the eyeball jar,"Catch, Tara!" "Huh?" She looks up too late and the jar slams into the wall. "Ooops..." The sound of off-key singing reaches their ears. Tara swallow, nervously,"A ghost..." "Ahhhh!" Both five-year olds run out screaming only seconds before Hank enters the lab, dressed only in a towel. "No, my baby! What have they done to you? My beautiful lab...." He breaks down into hysterical sobs..
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Ain't kids great? Quick poll....what should they do next? Any suggestions? I'm open to them....over and out.