Logan 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?"Gumbo demands, forgetting to not be annoyed 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,"he commands, pointing to the door. The three hurry out leaving the two five-year-olds looking incredibly lost and small.
"Angel, petite, come here...." Tara looks lost for a moment as Angel walks over to the Cajun, but Logan sighs. "Kid, I think we need to talk." "Not my idea! Angel's fault, Angel's fault, Angel's fault!"she says, pointing at her friend. Logan blinks. "Um...kid, I was just going to ask what you were doing..." She blinks several times. "Oh.." She raises her hands and begins a quite animated story about pools, sunglasses, and ghosts; it only takes about thirty seconds for Logan to get completly lost. "What are you even talking about, kid?"he demands, staring at her, coimpletly confused. Tara looks up at him with tears brimming over. "You mad, Logan? I sorry..." Logan sighs and supresses the urge to stalk off; he rubs his face for a moment. He speaks after a moment. "Yes, Kid, I'm mad, but I think we need to find you something to do....come outside...." She looks worried a moment as he walks off, then catches up to him and catches hold of his hand.
"Where we goin?"she questions, paying no attention to the glare he was giving her for holding onto his hand. He scowls,"Just to the kitchen. I have....um, something to give you." "For me?"she asks, looking quite suprised, but follows him anyways. What is it with this kid? She's weirder then anything I've ever met.... Logan shakes his head and begins searching the kitchen cabinets for something. Tara watches him with an odd look, but doesn't comment, simply follows him everywhere. He tries to tamper down his anger and finally gives her what appears to be a giant stash of candy; this gains very little reaction. "You can have all of this that you want if you promise to sit here and be good..."he says, helping her to sit down at the table. She shakes her head. "Not 'pposed to...candy bad for teeth." Tara points to her mouth as if that emphasized her statement. Logan forces himself to smile. "It'll be our little secret....."
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"This place is way too quiet for anything good to be going on,"Jean announces, following the other X-Men up to the mansion; Scott's arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Rogue shrugs. "Maybe Logan and Cajun got 'em settled down and are makin' dinner...." Scott stares at her a minute, then speaks quietly as if to a little kid. "This. Is. Logan. And Remy. What. are. the. odds?" "Nowhere near as bad as your odds of still having a certain part in tact if you do that again,"she growls, mimicking Logan as they enter the mansion. The ground floor was silent except for the sound of a tv in the background, probaly from the rec room. "Children, please don't fight. We have enough children within the mansion...." Scott looks confused until Jean whisphers something into his ear. He smiles broadly, then the two run upstairs, giggling like teenagers. Rogue shakes her head. "Ain't askin. Swamp Rat, where's everybody at?"she questions, walking into the rec room with Storm close in tow.
Gambit looks up from staring at some movie with people...flying? "Remy, sugar, where's everyone at?"she asks again, clicking off the tv and placing her hands on his shoulders. He smiles,"Well, de angelic one and de other one went upstairs earlier to get ready for bed and Logan is in de kitchen....cooking somet'ing dat smells like fish." Storm's expression drops. "My fish!"she cries in anguish before running off. Rogue shakes her head. "That was cruel, Swamp Rat...so the little ones are in bed?" "Not really. Remy explain in a moment, but first this was left at the door.." She looks down as he slides a bag of some sort across the floor to her; she looks through it. "What's this, Remy?" "Dat's what Remy wonder....de petite seemed to recognize it so Remy t'inks it's hers.."
Rogue nods. "We'll have to talk to professor later, but right now we oughtta check on the kids and see if they're asleep,"she says, waiting for him, then walking with him upstairs. The sound hit them as soon as they entered the hall where Remy's room was conicidently placed. It sounded like a combination of laughing, banging, and was that humming? She was so busy trying to figure out where the sound was coming from she was suprised by Gambit's outburst. "Mon dieu! De mansion is underwater!" Rogue looks up and barely covers a gasp as she notices that the bathroom in front of them and also the hall were soaked with water. "Turn it off, Swamp Rat, you moron..." "Tell the chil'ren I love them, Rogue..." Gambit gets suddenly sober look on his face and trudges through the water, bravely, turning if off. "We don't have "chil'ren", Remy, dear...."
He shrugs. "We may someday, mon chere,"he says, coming out of the bathroom now completly soaked. Rogue shakes her head, but couldn't seem to pull her gaze away from his chest which was outlined well by his shirt. Gambit notices this and begins to flex his muscles and pose. The moment's broken and she rolls her eyes. "Get over yourself, Swamp Rat,"she scowls on her way toward his room where they could hear the sound of more laughter and voices. "You'll never take me alive, Animal!"yells a loud, almost Wolverine voice. "Wrong, mate! You forgets Animal lives in....SHOE MOUNTAIN!!!!"
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Tune in next issue to find out what's with the smell of fried fish. Why was the bathroom underwater almost? What are Jean and Scott about to do? Why's Hank so silent and strangest yet........who the hell's Animal and what the hell's shoe mountain? All these and more shall be answered NEXT TIME.
"Angel, petite, come here...." Tara looks lost for a moment as Angel walks over to the Cajun, but Logan sighs. "Kid, I think we need to talk." "Not my idea! Angel's fault, Angel's fault, Angel's fault!"she says, pointing at her friend. Logan blinks. "Um...kid, I was just going to ask what you were doing..." She blinks several times. "Oh.." She raises her hands and begins a quite animated story about pools, sunglasses, and ghosts; it only takes about thirty seconds for Logan to get completly lost. "What are you even talking about, kid?"he demands, staring at her, coimpletly confused. Tara looks up at him with tears brimming over. "You mad, Logan? I sorry..." Logan sighs and supresses the urge to stalk off; he rubs his face for a moment. He speaks after a moment. "Yes, Kid, I'm mad, but I think we need to find you something to do....come outside...." She looks worried a moment as he walks off, then catches up to him and catches hold of his hand.
"Where we goin?"she questions, paying no attention to the glare he was giving her for holding onto his hand. He scowls,"Just to the kitchen. I have....um, something to give you." "For me?"she asks, looking quite suprised, but follows him anyways. What is it with this kid? She's weirder then anything I've ever met.... Logan shakes his head and begins searching the kitchen cabinets for something. Tara watches him with an odd look, but doesn't comment, simply follows him everywhere. He tries to tamper down his anger and finally gives her what appears to be a giant stash of candy; this gains very little reaction. "You can have all of this that you want if you promise to sit here and be good..."he says, helping her to sit down at the table. She shakes her head. "Not 'pposed to...candy bad for teeth." Tara points to her mouth as if that emphasized her statement. Logan forces himself to smile. "It'll be our little secret....."
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"This place is way too quiet for anything good to be going on,"Jean announces, following the other X-Men up to the mansion; Scott's arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Rogue shrugs. "Maybe Logan and Cajun got 'em settled down and are makin' dinner...." Scott stares at her a minute, then speaks quietly as if to a little kid. "This. Is. Logan. And Remy. What. are. the. odds?" "Nowhere near as bad as your odds of still having a certain part in tact if you do that again,"she growls, mimicking Logan as they enter the mansion. The ground floor was silent except for the sound of a tv in the background, probaly from the rec room. "Children, please don't fight. We have enough children within the mansion...." Scott looks confused until Jean whisphers something into his ear. He smiles broadly, then the two run upstairs, giggling like teenagers. Rogue shakes her head. "Ain't askin. Swamp Rat, where's everybody at?"she questions, walking into the rec room with Storm close in tow.
Gambit looks up from staring at some movie with people...flying? "Remy, sugar, where's everyone at?"she asks again, clicking off the tv and placing her hands on his shoulders. He smiles,"Well, de angelic one and de other one went upstairs earlier to get ready for bed and Logan is in de kitchen....cooking somet'ing dat smells like fish." Storm's expression drops. "My fish!"she cries in anguish before running off. Rogue shakes her head. "That was cruel, Swamp Rat...so the little ones are in bed?" "Not really. Remy explain in a moment, but first this was left at the door.." She looks down as he slides a bag of some sort across the floor to her; she looks through it. "What's this, Remy?" "Dat's what Remy wonder....de petite seemed to recognize it so Remy t'inks it's hers.."
Rogue nods. "We'll have to talk to professor later, but right now we oughtta check on the kids and see if they're asleep,"she says, waiting for him, then walking with him upstairs. The sound hit them as soon as they entered the hall where Remy's room was conicidently placed. It sounded like a combination of laughing, banging, and was that humming? She was so busy trying to figure out where the sound was coming from she was suprised by Gambit's outburst. "Mon dieu! De mansion is underwater!" Rogue looks up and barely covers a gasp as she notices that the bathroom in front of them and also the hall were soaked with water. "Turn it off, Swamp Rat, you moron..." "Tell the chil'ren I love them, Rogue..." Gambit gets suddenly sober look on his face and trudges through the water, bravely, turning if off. "We don't have "chil'ren", Remy, dear...."
He shrugs. "We may someday, mon chere,"he says, coming out of the bathroom now completly soaked. Rogue shakes her head, but couldn't seem to pull her gaze away from his chest which was outlined well by his shirt. Gambit notices this and begins to flex his muscles and pose. The moment's broken and she rolls her eyes. "Get over yourself, Swamp Rat,"she scowls on her way toward his room where they could hear the sound of more laughter and voices. "You'll never take me alive, Animal!"yells a loud, almost Wolverine voice. "Wrong, mate! You forgets Animal lives in....SHOE MOUNTAIN!!!!"
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Tune in next issue to find out what's with the smell of fried fish. Why was the bathroom underwater almost? What are Jean and Scott about to do? Why's Hank so silent and strangest yet........who the hell's Animal and what the hell's shoe mountain? All these and more shall be answered NEXT TIME.