Heh, lookie! An update! And it's only been a week (more or less) since I last updated! Whoo! On a roll! Let's see if I actually can get into a weekly update pattern…Maybe…anyway, the general consensus is for Halifax. Heh, such a funny name, Halifax. Amuse myself for hours, just repeating that name, over and over and over and I'm done there. Reviews!
Shawshank- I've borrowed funkydoodle, but I'm slowly creating some…choice…phrases of my own, as well as borrowing words from other languages. And I've decided to do something completely unlike me, just for the sake of it. And no, the three girls aren't based on my cousins or sister, my cousins are too young…and my sister…well…just no. I don't know her well enough.
rogueandkurt- There's lots of Canadian writers…I think. *looks around* Yes, some people are so dense about Canada that it's…frightening…I don't get kids WB, too far away from a major American city. Whew. *wipes sweat off forehead* YTV is getting to the new stuff…slowly…and slowly…THEY START SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 6TH! PARTAY! I'm done. Really needed to do that, and I also hope they show the last four eps of season two…need to catch them on tape…
princess-freak- Don't worry about Remy, he has some very special people looking out for him. And as for the shape they saw…I haven't really decided yet. And you aren't getting annoying, but, if you want lessons…*flashes giant smile*
psychobunny410- Yes, that was one of the few I did know was Canadian, but thx anyway!
JaSSie- Wowsers! A list of Canadian bands! Danke! As for what's going to happen in the other provinces…we shall see…8D
ringSfan- heh, glad you like! I really do love Romy, it's just…right. That sounded weird…even for me…
Panther Nesmith- Gotta agree with ya there! Let's face it, Barenaked Ladies is amazing! Beer is so much a part of Canadian culture, I'm surprised there isn't a Canadian festival celebrating it! Another reason why Canada is a better place to live. Legal drinking age is 18 for most provinces! Yes it is. Unfortunately, I'm not old enough, but I will be before long! Woo! I'm done.
Appin Took- Not a problem, I've been dragged away to vacation too, so I know the feeling. And Yea! Stan Rogers! Woo! Dumb plane…had to crash…*walks away, grumbling about plane crashes*
Flamingo1- You went through BC? Poor you…it's beautiful, yes, but the government there is waiting for the bill to go through, then they're gonna start a tax on breathing. Heh, yup. Well, maybe I'm slightly biased…I don't live in BC, and I grew up with my dad's BC tax rants, fun fun! And yes, Canadian animals are suicidal. I know a guy who hit a moose, and a deer, and a caribou…all in the space of one year…ouch.
Taineyah- Ontario? They'll stumble across several places…and I'm glad you told me the drinking age. Heh, must suck to live in Ontario…most of Canada is a year younger…And you're right…most of them don't look like kids.
There we go. There's responses to reviews, and since some of you mentioned it, jellyfish stings are painful, but sometimes, they wash up on the beach, and then you can leave footprints on 'em if you don't step on the tentacles! Mindless violence…ahhh, such fun. Also, since it's been a common comment (or semi-common) Remy will be taken care of. And yes, haven't done one of these for a while, so…
DISCLAIMER: THE WAFFLES ARE COMING!! THE WAFFLES ARE COMING!!
Rogue was brushing her teeth, when somebody knocked at the door. Grumbling, and frothing at the mouth because of the toothpaste, she opened the door, to see Remy, with a man in a red uniform holding on to the Cajun's collar.
"Does this belong to you?" The uniformed man asked.
She took one look, glared, and then closed the door again.
Remy looked at the officer, and shrugged. "Y' might wan' t' try dat one over dere den." The officer looked at Remy, and dragged him over. Again, he knocked on the door, and this time, Logan opened the door.
"If you're here to give Gumbo back, you can keep 'im." Logan closed the door. The uniformed man again looked at Remy, who shrugged and pointed to another door.
"You're not very popular, eh?" Remy shrugged again. The door opened, to reveal Xavier.
"This kid under your charge?"
"'Ey! Remy not a kid!"
"Yes, he's been missing since the rest of my students returned earlier."
"We found 'im in the old house on the fairground, 'e was wanderin' 'round, lookin' pretty lost, kept askin' for people to came an' find 'im."
Xavier folded his hands, and looked at Remy, very seriously. "Have there been any charges?"
"What? For trespassin' in that old wreck? Nah, not worth it. Jus' keep him outta trouble and the RCMP won't have any reason to come after yeh." Xavier nodded, and the RCMP officer tipped his hat, and walked away.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Xavier asked Remy.
"Remy got lost?"
"Who was that?" Wanda asked.
"The swamp-rat, and some kind of officer." Rogue replied, after spitting out the toothpaste. The Professor had given up on the assigned roommates, and had left his students to their own devices. Logan gave them two rules though, two per room, and your roommate had to be of the same gender. Of course, he hadn't said it quite so nicely, his version was more 'If I catch any of ya doing something ya shouldn't be…" SNIKT. Accompanied by a growl on Sabretooth's part.
So, in the end, Rogue and Wanda were the only ones who didn't have a roommate, and had to share. (AN: Would you really want to share a room with a homicidal Goth, or a sadistic Goth? You decide who's what.) Needless to say, while neither were very pleased with the arrangements, if you want to be left alone, it's best if the person who's in the room with you wants to be left alone as well.
Rahne knocked on the door to Sam's room. Jamie opened it cautiously. "Yes?"
"What's goin' on in thear lad?"
"I'm not a lad!"
"Whatcha want Rahne?"
"T' know what ye boys are doin' in thear!"
"Playing cards! Wanna join?"
"Shuddup Sam!"
"She doesn't have any furballs!"
"What do you guys mean yo? She's one giant furball!" Rahne pushed past Jamie, knocking the clone down, creating several more.
"I know ye've been hidin' tiny critters in them boxes, so what're ye doin' with them?"
"Betting." Came a voice from deep under the pile of boys. Rahne picked up one of the stray boxes, labeled 'Manny'. Opening it, there was a bloodcurdling screech.
Todd jumped across, landing in front of Rahne, snatching the box away. "Don't ever let Manny out! Ever! He doesn't like people yo! You know how long it took me to catch him?"
"Ye mean this little froggy gave ye a bit o' trouble now?" Rahne held the frog tightly, stroking it.
"You let him out!" Todd screeched again. Rahne's eyes widened. The door slammed open, to reveal a very angry Logan.
"What did I tell you kids about the rules?" SNIKT. There was a mad scramble to get out of the room Jamie was sharing with Sam. Rahne, Ray, Lance and Todd made like a banana and split. Lance continued to growl, while Jamie locked on to his new security blanket…whatever Sam was wearing.
"C'mon kid! Get offa me! Please? Ah'll help ya in poker…C'mon!" Sam tried to pry off the cloning kid, and failed miserably.
Logan closed the door, and began to investigate the other rooms. Finding everyone else in their appropriate rooms, minus those still at the beach, he returned to his game with Sabretooth. "Where were we…" He muttered.
"You just bought a new house. I went while you were gone. Spin." Logan spun the little spinner on the LIFE game board, while grumbling about the rule Xavier had made about no drinking for the night.
The next morning, the large group was not a group of happy campers, to say the least. The swimmers had been up until one, due to some difficulties Hank had getting the time out of Kurt. The students who had been playing cards had spent the night shaking, terrified that Sabretooth might come in after them, or Logan even, and Sam had had the added bonus of a frightened Jamie to deal with. Grand fun times for him. Those who hadn't been part of the card fiasco, had a roommate that had been involved, and had spent the night with them muttering 'He's coming…I can hear him in the hall…' Or similar variations. And Wanda and Rogue were just being…Wanda and Rogue. Kurt, however, eternally the morning person, was having a grand time wishing everyone a guten morgen, as he wolfed down the pancakes and eggs offered at the hotel's continental breakfast.
Following breakfast, and reloading the vans with duffels and other bags, the five vehicles set off, this time, with Ororo's van in the lead. Logan had done some rearranging, and now the three shoppers had been placed in a different van, and been traded for Rogue, Wanda, and Rahne. A nice quiet group. As long as Evan didn't start up, but under the pain of Danger Room sessions, the odds were in his favor. Of course, the van did look slightly odd with Rahne hanging her head out of one side, and Evan on the other.
Having taken the Confederation Bridge on the way to PEI, Xavier decided to take the ferry to Nova Scotia. It was a good idea. Was.
As soon as the vehicles were on the ferry, the mutants were allowed free range. Bobby, Kitty, and Jubilee promptly took advantage of this freedom, and become seasick. Kurt, began porting, and forgot to take into account the speed of the boat, and ended up thirty feet aft of where he meant to land, meaning he was ten feet aft of the stern of the boat. In the water.
"ELF OVERBOARD!" St. John shouted, rushing to the stern with a life preserver.
"Budge it Firehead, let someone with actual training handle this!" Lance stole the preserver, and using his excellent aim, whacked Kurt in the head.
"Ach! I thought you are supposed to save me! Not kill me!" Kurt shouted, and then ported back to the boat, landing on Rahne.
"Guten tag Frauline!" Rahne responded with a growl. True, she hadn't had a pleasant night, but having just spent three hours with her head hangin' out of a window, she was slightly more like herself, but still not in a good enough mood for Kurt to drop on her. And get away with it.
"Ah, not a morning person…I understand…Bye!" Kurt ported away again, placing himself inside one of the vans. He stayed there…not wanting to incur anyone else's wrath.
"Aaaaaahgh!" Ray cried, while scratching the long red welts.
"Didn't Beast say not to scratch?"
"No Bobby, he said to scratch until they bleed." Evan rolled his eyes.
"Well, Ah'm pretty sure he said tha' ya had to rub this gunk on them…every hour or somethin'…" Sam scanned the little tube of cream…searching for instructions…and maybe plotting to use it to lubricate his leg and remove Jamie.
"Gimme that then!" Ray snatched the cream away from Sam. Jellyfish stings can make the most cheerful person on the planet grumpy…and Ray is anything but. He grumbled to himself, whilst applying liberal amounts of the cream.
Lance, Todd, Remy, and the mysterious wind were lounging in the aft deck. Tabby approached them, with a huge sheaf of paper.
"Stop now, or Wanda is told everything!" She shouted. Pietro screeched to a stop.
"WhatdoyouwantBoom-Boom?Betterbeworthmehavingtostop!"
"Pietro!"
"Pietro?" Lance and Todd shouted at the same time…Lance angry, and Todd, confused. Pietro groaned and fell backwards onto the deck.
"Areyouhappynow?Whodoesn'tknowaboutme?"
"Well now, let's see…dere's your souer, an'…Remy doesn't know any others."
"Hmmph. Shows how much you know…but you got lost in the haunted house, didn't you?" Tabby poked Remy in the chest.
"What? Remy never gets lost. He always knows exactly where he is."
"Then how come the Red Dude came to drop you in Baldy's lap yo?" Remy smacked Toad.
"The Red Dude was so kind as to give Remy a lift back to de hotel."
"You keep believin' that Cajun Cutie, and it might come true. In the mean time Speedy, this is a collective list of favors, we, meaning anyone who knows you're here, can call upon you to perform at any time. And if you disagree, well, I'm sure Wanda will be happy to be allowed fifteen minutes alone with you." Tabby smirked. Pietro flipped through the pages at warp speed.
"Youcan'tbeserious!Holdon!Whoputthisonehere?"
"What one?"
"Favorthreeforty-two!Whoa!They'rejokin'right?" Tabby shook her head.
"I'm callin' in favor thirty-seven right now. In effect for the rest of the trip."
"What?!You'rekiddin'meright?Ican'tdothat!"
"Ooooohhh Waaaandaaa!" Tabby called out in a singsong voice.
"Nononononono! WaitImean! No! Stop! Pleease! I'm slowing! I'mslo-er, slowing!" Tabby gave Pietro a look of approval, nodding, and walked away to inform her fellow blackmailers that her task was complete.
"Stupidpyromaniacklepto." Pietro muttered to himself, only to have a small glowing ball roll between his feet.
It took a while, but the ferry did hit dry land…eventually. The convoy of vans and jeep rolled off, with Ororo once again in the lead. Her driving…was…frightening, even by Logan's standards. She was flying down the highway and blasting through small towns. Wanda, Rogue, Evan and Rahne had started to keep count of what Storm hit. They all had bets riding on the final outcome.
"Ninety-six, no, make that ninety-seven, ninety-eight mailboxes…there goes another." Rogue watched as number ninety-eight hit the back window.
CRUNCH
"There goes another lawn ornament. Mark it down, will ye?" Evan made another tick on the paper he'd dug out from somewhere.
"That's number two-fifty-six. Dude, I never knew Auntie O could drive like this!"
"Believe it. And there goes another rodent. I believe that's number forty-one." Wanda stated, feeling another bump in the road.
"Makes ya kinda glad yer not a rodent…" Logan returned to gripping the armrests, tightly.
The radio began to crackle, and Scott's voice came over the speaker. "Ororo, pull over at the next McDonald's or whatever, it's been a while since everyone ate."
"Must…destroy…" Logan grabbed the handset before Ororo could finish.
"We'll try, no guarantees though, I think we're gonna need a new driver here…" Logan turned to Wanda, and the gas tank just so 'happened' to run out of gas when they were passing the next station and fast food joint.
"Mmmm! KFC!" Bobby happily smiled to himself, as he, Roberto, Amara, Jean and Fred went to order the food. The group nearly filled the small restaurant. Which was nearly empty. The group approached the cashier.
"Welcome to Kentucky Duck, eh! May I take your orders?" She asked with a great big cheerful smile. Bobby's eyes widened, he checked the signs, and then ran outside, and ran back in.
"I thought this was Kentucky Fried Chicken?" The cashier blushed.
"It is, I just…forgot…" she mumbled. The five teens stared at her. Jean shook her head, and began to order.
"Um, we'd like…six sixteen piece meals, two salads, and…27 large sodas."
The cashier punched the appropriate buttons on her little till. "That'll be $170.52 please…" The cashier's eyes widened slightly, as Jean paid cash. Or tried to.
"Um, the brown ones are wroth fifty, no! Wait! They're worth a hundred! The green ones are fif-no, there's a little twenty here…oh, forget it! Here!" Jean thrust the large wad of bills towards the cashier, and her, being the honest Canadian that she is, counted out the appropriate amount of money, and gave Jean the remaining bills and change.
"Um, you'll have to wait a while, but here's your cups, the pop's just over there, free refills." Roberto took the stack, and attempted to balance it on his head. He made it past three steps, and they all fell down. Jean caught them, and sent them to the tables, where there was a mad rush to the dispenser. All but a few people were rushing into the mob to get something to drink. Logan, most of the Acolytes, Rogue, Wanda, and the Prof stayed sitting. Sorta. Two of the Acolytes stood up, and moved to another table, the table where Rogue and Wanda were sitting, arguing about the bets they had made.
"No! The bets are final, and the game ends when we reach wherever it is that we're headed!"
"So? I didn't know that there were that many suicidal rats in this country! Or how far we really had to go! I say we make another set!"
"Excuse moi, chere."
"And Sheila." The two Acolytes smirked, while Rogue and Wanda noticed for the first time that the two men had joined them. They put their cumulative glaring ability together, and knocked both men's socks off.
"We don't mean ya any harm knoaw, do we mate?"
"Of course non! Besides, Remy tinks dat dey be mor'n match for us." Wanda and Rogue both recognized what Remy was doing, but, it was still a compliment. It didn't soften them much.
"Order number twenty-one!" The cashier called out, like the joint was packed. The mob at the drink dispenser turned and headed for the till, each trying to grab some chicken and fries.
"Wait here chere, Remy get y' drink f' y'."
"Same here Sheila." With that, the two men stole the empty paper cups, and rushed to the machine.
"Y' realize that y' 'Sheila' is de boss's daughter."
"So? The boss ain't exactly here mate! S'not like he's bout to come rusin' in here t' steal my lighter! We keep our noses clean, and Baldy won't give us any troubles!" Remy shook his head, and returned to the table, where Kitty had stolen John's recently vacated seat. She had her salad, and had brought some fries and chicken back for the two Goths. Her phasing had allowed her to get in, and back out with little to no effort.
"Look's like y' outta seat dere John." Remy smirked, as Kurt ported into his empty seat.
"Looks like I'm not the only one mate!" John chuckled, handing Wanda her drink, just as Todd made it out of the mob.
What was that lackey of Magneto's doing near HIS cuddle-bumps? Something had to be done! With one giant leap, he sailed over the partition, over Wanda, Rogue, Kitty and Kurt, and landed on the pyromaniac. Todd began shouting very dire threats, except the only one who understood, was the omnipresent wind. Kurt fell off his chair with laughter, while Kitty blew her Pepsi (AN: I hate both Coke and Pepsi, but the X-Men are your average American kids, with special powers, yes, but they probably prefer Coke or Pepsi over Mountain Dew, or Sprite, or whatever. Anyway…) out of her nose. Rogue and Wanda merely stared. Rogue, with an amused look on her face, as if she didn't know whether to thank Toad, or laugh outright. Wanda, however, knew exactly what she wanted to do. And she did it. She threw both the Toad and the Pyro out of the nearest window, and calmly returned to her chicken, sans drink.
After the mildly exciting lunch, the X-men and various other organizations piled back into their vehicles, with Logan taking the wheel for the lead car, resulting in a new betting pool among his passengers.
Hank, still had the 'local' music playing in his van. And despite themselves, the X-Men were beginning to actually enjoy it. They had memorized, and all but Ray were singing along with one song in particular. Kurt had turned the track on repeat, and face it, even one song over and over beats out 'This is the Song That Never Ends' any day. Even a multi-lingual version. The song started again, and the van began to sing.
We were drinking down to Ready's house
When first we heard the blow
It seemed to come from Ripper Rock
So boldly forth to go
And sure enough the rusty tub
Could just be barely seen
As her stern was high up in the air
We made out Athens Queen
O, the lovely Athens Queen
Me boys I must remind you
There's a bottle left inside
So let us go and have a few
And wait until low tide
And if the sea's not claimed her
When the glasses are licked clean
We will then set forth some dories lads
And see what may be seen
On the lovely Athens Queen
Some songs and old tall stories then
Came out to pass the time
Nor could a single bottle
Keep us all until low tide
And so it was before we left
The house we were at sea
So we scarcely can remember
How we made the Athens Queen
O, the lovely Athens Queen
O the waves inside me belly
Were as high as those outside
And though I'm never seasick I
lost dinner overside
T'was well there was no crew to save
For we'd have scared 'em green
We could scarcely keep ourselves
From falling off the Athens Queen
O, the lovely Athens Queen
Well Reedy goes straight down below
And comes up with a cow
Hello I said now what would you
Be wantin' with that now
You'll never take the cow home
In a dory on such sea
Well me friend he says I've always fancied
Fresh cream in me tea
For the lovely Athens Queen
I headed for the galley then
Cause I was rather dry
And glad I was to get there quick
For what should I spy
O what a shame it would have been
For to lose it all at sea
Forty cases of the best Napolean
Brandy ever seen
On the lovely Athens Queen
I loaded twenty cases boys
Then headed for the shore
Unloaded them as quick as that
And then pulled back for more
Smith was pullin' for the shore
But he could scarce be seen
Under near two hundred chickens
And a leather couch of green
From the lovely Athens Queen
So here's to all good salvagers
Likewise to Ripper Rock
And to Napolean brandy of which
Now we have much stock
We eat a lot of chicken
And sit on a couch of green
And we wait for Ripper Rock
To claim another Athens Queen
O, the lovely Athens Queen
With the end of the song, the van broke into gales of laughter, the idea of a green leather couch tickled them silly.
Beast sighed. At least they were learning something of culture.
AN: I love these things. The KFC price is real, I think… mostly, I actually calculated it, but it might be in American.
What else, ah, I worked in a Stan Rogers song! Whoo! Heh, I love that thar couch.
Well, 'Wreck of the Athens Queen' belongs to his family, and what else…
I'd call the KFC, semi-fluff, and that's probably the most fluff you'll get from me.
Oh well, anyway… that's all I can think of… Except, this Einstein quote, which I love.
There are two things that are infinite. The universe, and people's stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the universe.
-Einstein
There's lessee…nine pages? One of which is full of song? Heh, such a cheater I am.