"I dunno, Angel...should we be here?"Tara asks, following the second child into a dark bedroom. It wasn't dark for long as Angel manages to find the light and flick it on with only two crashes. She shrugs,"Yep." She begins walking around the room. "Angel remembers Remy 'ayin' that they loves kids..." Tara still looks nervous, but begins to go through things. "Ugly clothes,"Angel announces, removing a few articles of clothing-khaki pants, plaid shirts(xRDx: Three guesses who's clothes and who's room). This causes both to shudder and become interested in pulling all the clothes out of the drawers; the act doesn't take more than fifteen minutes with two of them working.
"What now?" "Um...I know! To the outdoors,"Angel calls, picking up an arm load of clothes and rushing down the stairs. The other child hesitates, but soon follows with a load of her own. "Ahhhhhh!" The scream comes just as they reach the stairs; she had fallen down the stairs and the ground was now strewn with clothes. "You 'kay, Angel?" "Meep...." The reply is muffled and after a moment she appears from under several of the clothes. She gathers the clothes quickly and the two run outside, skidding to a stop at the edge of the pool; someone had left the gate open. Tara shakes her head,"Uh-uh...don't, Angel..." "Jus' water and clothes." She tosses the clothes into the pool and watches them float around; Tara follows suit. Angel smiles,"Fun?"
"Yep!"Tara yells, grinning and running back inside to get some more stuff; Angel follows. The two soon grow tired of the trip down the stairs to the pool and content themselves with searching the drawers. "Tara, what this?"the older child questions, holding up what appears to be some form of black lace lingerie. She shrugs in response, then holds up what appears to be red sunglasses with a visor look. "It's the dude's!" "Huh?" "The dude weared these before!" Angel smiles, sweetly. "Let's leave 'em some'ere for him to find 'em..." Tara nods and agrees, dumping half the lot into Angel's arm before scooping the other half into her own arms; the two starts downstairs......
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"Tag! You're it!" Hank McCoy looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the shouts and laughter from the hallway outside his lab. "The vandals who wrecked my lab are back. They want my twinkies next!"he yells, running to his private stash and hugging the twinkies, tightly in his arms. Laughter comes afterwards followed by a course of. "Not it, not it, not it, not it!" "Are too, are too, are too!" The two voices draw his attention and he drops the twinkies back into their place, covering it up and cautiously makes his way into the hall, holding one out in a peace offering.
"Here, vandal, vandal, vandal...nice, vandal..."he calls, sticking his head into the hall and looking around. Identical shouts of "Ahhhhhhhh!" reach his ears before two small thuds come at his feet. Hank looks down and stares at the two children huddled in front of him. The dark-haired Angel blinks. "Twinkie!!!" The smaller Tara swallows nervously and looks up at him, slightly terrified. She speaks after a moment,"You a teddy bear? You looks like one...." Hank stares at her, unsure of what to do until he realizes he was no longer holding the twinkie he'd had; the empty wrapper now rested on the floor. "The ghost! It stole my twinkie......again!!!!! NOOOO!" (xRDx: slightly out of character, yes, but I'm allowed to do that *sticks tongue out and gets boxes of cereal thrown at her*)
"Mr. Fuzzy, would 'ya play with us?"Angel asks, looking up at him with the sweetest smile. He studies the two children, silently. They were nothing like the monsters Bobby had described earlier-snakes for hair, sharp pointed teeth, and screams that could shatter windows. Hank loved his young friend, but the boy did tend to exaggarate, frequently. Tara spoke next,"Um...Mr. Lady, Ma'am, Sir?" He smiles. "What was your question, little one?" Both sigh, dramatically. "Play with us! Play with us! Play with us!" "And what are we playing, children?" Angel smiles,"Tag! You're it!" She taps his arm, then both run off. Hank smiles. "I've missed kids,"he says before following them.
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"What do dey expect Remy to do?"Gambit asks, walking outside and tripping over something sitting in front of the door,"Damn chil'ren." He stands, dusting himself off and looks down at what he had tripped over; it appears to be a bag of some sort. "Remy wonders if someone left him a present...." Gambit prods the bag with his foot and holds a single charged card ready in case something leaped out and attacked him. Nothing happens, except the bag slides across the porch a small distance. "Oui, Remy take it inside and check de contents..."
He grabs the bag by it's handles and drags/carries it inside to the living room. He looks around, hoping for some sign from anyone; the professor speaks to his mind. ~Remy, is something wrong?~ ~Remy not sure, Professor. Dis bag was left at de door...remy open it?~ There's hesitation, then a reply comes. Gambit nods and waits until a very annoyed Logan enters, scowling. "This better be important, Gumbo...I was asleep and dreaming of...uh, stuff." Gambit shudders, knowing he'd been dreaming of Jean...again. "Oui, mon ami. De Professor wants you to open dis bag see what it be..." "A bag? Charles woke me up to open a bag?" Logan's blades exit with a tale tell *snickt*. Gambit shrugs,""Remy just de messenger, mon ami. Open de bag..." There's a bit of arguing, but finally the bag gets opened WITHOUT using the zipper.
"Is this a joke, Gumbo?"Logan demands, sifting through the bag of what appears to be kids clothes and other items. He shakes his head, dumbfounded and goes through the bag, searching for anything to tell the owner. There was nothing, but they were interrupted by shouts of. "I ain't it! Bobby's it!" "No, Jubilee's it!" "Is not! Angel's it!" "Aren't! Hank's it!" "No, Tara's it!" Gambit blinks, confused by the conversation until he realizes the names called. "Tara, Bobby, Jubilee, Angel, Hank, get in here now!"Logan growls, sticking his head out the door and earning three shrieks and two. "Not him!"s.
Gambit waits and after a few moments the culprits shuffle in, both the children stare at their feet while the older three just look around as if lost. "What were you child'ren doing?"he demands, forgetting the bag for a moment as he glares at the five of them. Angel scoffs one of her feet against the carpet, despite Tara elbowing her as if to make her talk. Bobby's the one to finally answer. "We were playing Tag...can we go to our rooms now?" "Yes, Bobby, Jubes, you're grounded to your rooms for the next two hours....not together, seperate. Hank, go to the medlab and do...whatever smart people do...Tara, Angel, don't move." The commands are all short and simple, but Jubilee and Bobby look upset about being "seperate". "OUT,"Logan commands, pointing to the door. The three hurry out leaving the two five-year-olds looking incredibly lost and small.
"Angel, petite, come here...." Gambit sits back down and waits for her to join him, which she does, stopping in front of him. "What, Remy?" He looks up at Logan, but the other man was busy talking to Tara who was repeatedly shaking her head and making animated hand gestures. He sighs and returns his attention to his unangelic child. "What did Remy say when he left you by de fish tank?"he asks, watching her attention waver to diffrent points around the room. Angel wasn't very good at paying attention to one thing for very long, obviously. "Angel!" She returns her gaze to him. "hmm?" "What Remy say before?" "Stay dere and don't cause pro'lems...I do good?"she asks, before her attention riverts to the window and a tree blowing against it.
Logan didn't seem to be doing much better with Tara he notices as the two exit the living room and move into the hall. Gambit sighs and rubs the stubble on his chin before returning his attention to Angel; she doesn't seem to be paying attention. Remy wonders.... His mind returns to her reaction to the cards he'd given her earlier and he removes a deck. "Angel...." She looks at him. "Hmm, Remy?" He holds out the card, which she takes, beginning to turn it over in her hand. He tries again,"Remy wonders what you've been doing..." "Playing Tag with Bob, Jubby, and Hank...me and Tara gots this neat suprise for someone...." "Who's someone and what is it?" Angel shrugs, taking the second card he offered and doing the same motion again. "Dude with visor...his clothes be in the pool,"she answers never removing her gaze from the cards. Her attention span had improved drastically. Interesting....Remy have to work on that later when she older. Gambit stands, abruptly at the thought. Later. He wouldn't have a later with Angel or Tara.
"Hey, whassat?"she asks, suddenly, pointing to the table with her unoccupied hand to the bag. He pushes it to her. "See for yourself, petite.." After a few moments, she makes a yelp of joy. "Animal!" Gambit is confused until he notices the thing held in her arms; it appears to be a stuffed animal of one of the cast of Muppets. "Would Remy be right to guess dis is yours, cher?" She nods several times. "Dis just got weirder...." He watches, silently, shuffling a deck of cards as she goes through the bag with a smile. Obviously someone had or was keeping an eye on the two.....Gambit settles back onto the couch to wait for the others return with his news....
"What now?" "Um...I know! To the outdoors,"Angel calls, picking up an arm load of clothes and rushing down the stairs. The other child hesitates, but soon follows with a load of her own. "Ahhhhhh!" The scream comes just as they reach the stairs; she had fallen down the stairs and the ground was now strewn with clothes. "You 'kay, Angel?" "Meep...." The reply is muffled and after a moment she appears from under several of the clothes. She gathers the clothes quickly and the two run outside, skidding to a stop at the edge of the pool; someone had left the gate open. Tara shakes her head,"Uh-uh...don't, Angel..." "Jus' water and clothes." She tosses the clothes into the pool and watches them float around; Tara follows suit. Angel smiles,"Fun?"
"Yep!"Tara yells, grinning and running back inside to get some more stuff; Angel follows. The two soon grow tired of the trip down the stairs to the pool and content themselves with searching the drawers. "Tara, what this?"the older child questions, holding up what appears to be some form of black lace lingerie. She shrugs in response, then holds up what appears to be red sunglasses with a visor look. "It's the dude's!" "Huh?" "The dude weared these before!" Angel smiles, sweetly. "Let's leave 'em some'ere for him to find 'em..." Tara nods and agrees, dumping half the lot into Angel's arm before scooping the other half into her own arms; the two starts downstairs......
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"Tag! You're it!" Hank McCoy looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the shouts and laughter from the hallway outside his lab. "The vandals who wrecked my lab are back. They want my twinkies next!"he yells, running to his private stash and hugging the twinkies, tightly in his arms. Laughter comes afterwards followed by a course of. "Not it, not it, not it, not it!" "Are too, are too, are too!" The two voices draw his attention and he drops the twinkies back into their place, covering it up and cautiously makes his way into the hall, holding one out in a peace offering.
"Here, vandal, vandal, vandal...nice, vandal..."he calls, sticking his head into the hall and looking around. Identical shouts of "Ahhhhhhhh!" reach his ears before two small thuds come at his feet. Hank looks down and stares at the two children huddled in front of him. The dark-haired Angel blinks. "Twinkie!!!" The smaller Tara swallows nervously and looks up at him, slightly terrified. She speaks after a moment,"You a teddy bear? You looks like one...." Hank stares at her, unsure of what to do until he realizes he was no longer holding the twinkie he'd had; the empty wrapper now rested on the floor. "The ghost! It stole my twinkie......again!!!!! NOOOO!" (xRDx: slightly out of character, yes, but I'm allowed to do that *sticks tongue out and gets boxes of cereal thrown at her*)
"Mr. Fuzzy, would 'ya play with us?"Angel asks, looking up at him with the sweetest smile. He studies the two children, silently. They were nothing like the monsters Bobby had described earlier-snakes for hair, sharp pointed teeth, and screams that could shatter windows. Hank loved his young friend, but the boy did tend to exaggarate, frequently. Tara spoke next,"Um...Mr. Lady, Ma'am, Sir?" He smiles. "What was your question, little one?" Both sigh, dramatically. "Play with us! Play with us! Play with us!" "And what are we playing, children?" Angel smiles,"Tag! You're it!" She taps his arm, then both run off. Hank smiles. "I've missed kids,"he says before following them.
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"What do dey expect Remy to do?"Gambit asks, walking outside and tripping over something sitting in front of the door,"Damn chil'ren." He stands, dusting himself off and looks down at what he had tripped over; it appears to be a bag of some sort. "Remy wonders if someone left him a present...." Gambit prods the bag with his foot and holds a single charged card ready in case something leaped out and attacked him. Nothing happens, except the bag slides across the porch a small distance. "Oui, Remy take it inside and check de contents..."
He grabs the bag by it's handles and drags/carries it inside to the living room. He looks around, hoping for some sign from anyone; the professor speaks to his mind. ~Remy, is something wrong?~ ~Remy not sure, Professor. Dis bag was left at de door...remy open it?~ There's hesitation, then a reply comes. Gambit nods and waits until a very annoyed Logan enters, scowling. "This better be important, Gumbo...I was asleep and dreaming of...uh, stuff." Gambit shudders, knowing he'd been dreaming of Jean...again. "Oui, mon ami. De Professor wants you to open dis bag see what it be..." "A bag? Charles woke me up to open a bag?" Logan's blades exit with a tale tell *snickt*. Gambit shrugs,""Remy just de messenger, mon ami. Open de bag..." There's a bit of arguing, but finally the bag gets opened WITHOUT using the zipper.
"Is this a joke, Gumbo?"Logan demands, sifting through the bag of what appears to be kids clothes and other items. He shakes his head, dumbfounded and goes through the bag, searching for anything to tell the owner. There was nothing, but they were interrupted by shouts of. "I ain't it! Bobby's it!" "No, Jubilee's it!" "Is not! Angel's it!" "Aren't! Hank's it!" "No, Tara's it!" Gambit blinks, confused by the conversation until he realizes the names called. "Tara, Bobby, Jubilee, Angel, Hank, get in here now!"Logan growls, sticking his head out the door and earning three shrieks and two. "Not him!"s.
Gambit waits and after a few moments the culprits shuffle in, both the children stare at their feet while the older three just look around as if lost. "What were you child'ren doing?"he demands, forgetting the bag for a moment as he glares at the five of them. Angel scoffs one of her feet against the carpet, despite Tara elbowing her as if to make her talk. Bobby's the one to finally answer. "We were playing Tag...can we go to our rooms now?" "Yes, Bobby, Jubes, you're grounded to your rooms for the next two hours....not together, seperate. Hank, go to the medlab and do...whatever smart people do...Tara, Angel, don't move." The commands are all short and simple, but Jubilee and Bobby look upset about being "seperate". "OUT,"Logan commands, pointing to the door. The three hurry out leaving the two five-year-olds looking incredibly lost and small.
"Angel, petite, come here...." Gambit sits back down and waits for her to join him, which she does, stopping in front of him. "What, Remy?" He looks up at Logan, but the other man was busy talking to Tara who was repeatedly shaking her head and making animated hand gestures. He sighs and returns his attention to his unangelic child. "What did Remy say when he left you by de fish tank?"he asks, watching her attention waver to diffrent points around the room. Angel wasn't very good at paying attention to one thing for very long, obviously. "Angel!" She returns her gaze to him. "hmm?" "What Remy say before?" "Stay dere and don't cause pro'lems...I do good?"she asks, before her attention riverts to the window and a tree blowing against it.
Logan didn't seem to be doing much better with Tara he notices as the two exit the living room and move into the hall. Gambit sighs and rubs the stubble on his chin before returning his attention to Angel; she doesn't seem to be paying attention. Remy wonders.... His mind returns to her reaction to the cards he'd given her earlier and he removes a deck. "Angel...." She looks at him. "Hmm, Remy?" He holds out the card, which she takes, beginning to turn it over in her hand. He tries again,"Remy wonders what you've been doing..." "Playing Tag with Bob, Jubby, and Hank...me and Tara gots this neat suprise for someone...." "Who's someone and what is it?" Angel shrugs, taking the second card he offered and doing the same motion again. "Dude with visor...his clothes be in the pool,"she answers never removing her gaze from the cards. Her attention span had improved drastically. Interesting....Remy have to work on that later when she older. Gambit stands, abruptly at the thought. Later. He wouldn't have a later with Angel or Tara.
"Hey, whassat?"she asks, suddenly, pointing to the table with her unoccupied hand to the bag. He pushes it to her. "See for yourself, petite.." After a few moments, she makes a yelp of joy. "Animal!" Gambit is confused until he notices the thing held in her arms; it appears to be a stuffed animal of one of the cast of Muppets. "Would Remy be right to guess dis is yours, cher?" She nods several times. "Dis just got weirder...." He watches, silently, shuffling a deck of cards as she goes through the bag with a smile. Obviously someone had or was keeping an eye on the two.....Gambit settles back onto the couch to wait for the others return with his news....