AN: More story!! I'm on one helluva roll! I've updated more in the last two weeks than I think I have all summer! Ehh…maybe not, but still! Don't expect this often, but then again, meh. If this chapter seems off, or, at least more than usual, it's cuz I'm sitting in mein basement, by my dad's workshop, and he's staining something, and the fumes are going to mein head…meh, perhaps it will improve mein writing!
Tainehah- Sorry I didn't respond before, I had just finished, and was posting when I got your review. Expect Summerfolk in the next four chapters…I think…
D-Ark of Spirit- Again! Crazy cousins are horrid, especially Steven, well, Jarett really, but still horrible, horrible, horrible. And really, the Americans lost because…well, I really don't know why, I guess I just thought it was a tad ironic that eighteen odd mutants, some adults, couldn't take seven young human Canadians…I love irony.
animeluvr1- Really? I never paid attention to the Batman movies, but maybe, just, maybe. Biscuits are very nummy, and my grandma actually has a spatula of doom, it's frightening…even mein parents and uncles are scared of it. Now that you mention it, it did look like the Dentyne commercial!
JaSSie- Really? Any Newfie who reads this may not agree, but I'm glad someone likes it! ^_^ Yes, mein cousin really does wake me up that early, it's…annoying…*eye twitches* heh, you liked that pun? Hmm…would you believe me if I said it was unintentional? Well, maybe on some subconscious level it was intended, but meh. Day of Reckoning I think you mean, Recovery hasn't been shown…it better not have! I missed it if it was!! Yeah, chesterfields do rule. ^_^
psychobunny410- A midget basketball team on the moon? He sounds funky!
Risty- Remy has no worries about the funny money, he deals with it all the time! ^_^ Nah, he's a thief, not a counterfeiter…Remy fans are gonna be out to get me now…Heh, even in England? Don't you drive on the wrong side of the road? Meh, there's a place in B.C. where they do that, it's weird…
klaus- umm…you know, I don't like flamers who try to hide, it means you're fearful of mein wrath!! Really though, if you want to rant, fine and dandy, but at least leave an e-mail so I can counter rant, or rant with you about Americans.
rick- I have the same amount of respect for you, I have never apologized in mein life, although I have hit people…
Personage- Heh, I'm glad you like!
Millenium mutant- Heh, Wanda incurs more wrath, later, the whole Mystique scene was…creepy…esp. when she transformed into Rogue. *shudders* You were the first ones there? Heh, mein friends and I were the first ones to a LotR movie, it was fun, we were talking to the people in the little film room.
MeEh- Yes, romance will probably be fluffy, and sporadic, as I'm a humor person, not exactly romance. _
Appin Took- Yeah, Beast, unfurried was in X2…bonus points if anyone can tell me where!! Plus they can choose a mutant to torture…^_^ Klaus is annoying, but they obviously don't have a clue about what they're talking' about…they're just ranting. Hmm…anyone else notice how all flamers are automatically referred to as him? I wonder…Anyway, I'm gonna offer this chapter as a way of appeasing you…
Panther Nesmith- Actually…the aunt is a mix of my grandma and two of my four aunts…they really do give you half the blankets in the house. The X-Men should have won the fight, what with their superior numbers and abilities, but I thought it was a slight twist to have the six Canucks win. ^_^
Scrawler- I hit Colossus, yes, only because I wanted to hit someone, but not injure or maim them. You read this all in 3 hours? I didn't think it was that long! You're mom thinks you're crazy? Join the club…I've fallen off mein chair a few too many times…plus mein mom keeps hearing me laughing my rear off…here's some more!
RogueDragon5- I'm sorry that you don't like American bashing…I did warn you against it…and a lot of these interactions are true life occurances…Stampede can bring…interesting…peeps up from the States…
princess-freak- John does have an odd choice in undergarments…heh, if it weren't for spell-check, my typing would be unreadable…and my writing is better than any damn code the government can come up with…lor' I'm the only one able to read it. X2 is awesome…tire? Hmmm…research is needed…You have poke wars too?!? I'm not alone in the universe!! *poke*
These ANs just keep getting longer and longer!
DISCLAIMER: I don't need another hole in my head! I already have seven!
Note: Mein sister actually did the below, and so did I, but I fell asleep after about half an hour, she went for two full hours…_
"Tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree house tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree field field field tree tree tree tree…" Jamie chanted, staring out of the window.
"Stop it already!!" Pietro shouted, the Professor had made him slow down for the remainder of the trip, just so people could understand him.
"He's only been going for three hours, he said he wanted to hit five…" Ray supplied, and winced as Pietro smacked him on the infected stings.
"I don't really care if he's trying to throw himself out of the window! Just as long as he shuts up!!" Pietro griped.
"Hmmm…does little Jamie bug poor ol' Pieboy?" Tabby asked sweetly. "Sounds like fun! Mind if I join you Jamie?"
"Tree tree tree nope tree tree tree tree…"
"Woo hoo! Tre tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree house mailbox tree tree tree tree…" Pietro tugged at his ears. Kurt shrugged. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! He began to chant with Tabby and Jamie.
Remy poked at the unconscious Wanda. Rogue was acting twice as 'moody' as usual, due to Wanda's mind in her head. Wanda had been intent on destroying Pietro, and the only way to subdue her had been for Rogue to steal her powers, and her consciousness.
"Y' sure it was a good idea t' knock her out cold like dis?" He asked nobody in particular.
"Would you rather be fighting her to keep her brother alive?" Logan growled.
"Actually, I tink dat de fille be allowed to kill Speedy."
"Chuck doesn't agree." Logan returned to playing cards with Sabretooth.
"Where are we, like, headed Professor?" Kitty asked, taking her attention away from the game of Cheat. Pyro set her cards on fire.
"Quebec. Montreal to be more specific." Bobby froze the cards before Kitty was burnt.
"Bobby!! Leave my cards alone!!" She shouted, not realizing they had been on fire moments earlier. Jubilee tossed a sparkler towards John. He caught it, and was blinded when it went off.
Jean was trying to show Scott how to be a good navigator, as they were in the lead again.
"We're on this highway, and to get to here, we need to get onto this highway over here, you need to tell me what turn to take, got it?" Jean was steering telekinetically, and using her hands to point to the places on the map.
"I think so…" Scott said, not entirely sure of himself, but not wanting to admit that he could be wrong.
*Let's just say…22 detours, and 97 wrong turns later*
It was late, very late, and while finding a hotel had been easy, finding the city of Montreal had not. Well, not with Scott as their guide. Xavier and Ororo entered their rooms, 'delegating' the explaining of the rules and such to Hank and Logan, with the occasional growl from Sabretooth.
"You all know the rules by now I hope." Hank looked over all the mutants, who nodded. "Then I don't have to go over them, again?" They shook their heads. "Tomorrow you'll have free reign of the city, try not to destroy anything, or start an international incident." Hank shook his head and left. Logan and Sabretooth growled, and the students nodded, in a frightened manner.
"Are we gonna do anything?" Jamie asked in a horse voice. He, Tabby, and Kurt were all hoarse, having chanted the entire ride.
"Sleep." Scott said, with a finality in his voice that said no arguments. So everyone objected.
"What?"
"But we're left without chaperones! Again!"
"You're kiddin'!"
"He's sleep deprived, can't think straight, as are all of you, so sleep, NOW!" Logan had poked his head around the corner. There was a mad scatter, and the hall was empty, save for two left shoes, three pairs of pants, a hat, and a lost glove.
Bright and early the next morning, Bobby and Kurt were up, Kurt with his voice back, and still very pleasant. They decided that it'd be nice to get breakfast for the rest of the group, seeing as the hotel did not offer one. They poked at Jubilee and Evan until they were awake, and dragged them away.
"Where can we get breakfast for twenty-eight peeps?" Evan wondered, not altogether grumpy that he'd been woken up relatively early.
"Tim Hortens?" Kurt suggested.
"Yeah!! Those 'timbits' were awesome!" Bobby began to leap up and down with excitement. Jubilee poked him.
"How many should we get?" She asked.
"Vell, the family pack had 65, right?" The three nodded. "So if we get a few of those, we can all have a lot of timbits!! And coffee for Logan, and the other adults…" He added as an afterthought. The four breakfast planners set off, in search of a Tim Hortens. (AN: They're about as common as Starbucks, well, not quite, but not hard to find, ja, just thought you might like to know that! ^_^)
It didn't take them long to get lost. Kurt waylaid a stranger.
"Excuse me, Herr, vhere is the nearest Tim Hortens?" The man looked at the four mutants, and then began to rattle off rapid-fire French. The four just stared dumbly.
"Tim Hortens? Ah! Trois blocs cette façon, et quatre en bas. Bonne chance."
"Umm…Parlez-vous en Anglais?" Evan asked, using the only French phrase he knew.
"Non, desole." The man continued on his way, leaving the four teens stranded, lost, and hungry.
"Well, if we wander around long enough, we'll eventually find a Tim Hortens, right?" Bobby said, the others shrugged, and proceeded to wander.
Bobby and Jubilee walked a little off to the side of Kurt and Bobby. They weren't really paying attention to where they were walking, and walked right into a police officer…a female police officer…with a rather large…umm…bosom. Bobby couldn't help but stare. Jubilee smacked him. The made to walk around the officer, but she moved with them, so Bobby bumped into her, and turned very red. He tried to go the other way, and the same thing happened, except Jubilee slapped him again. Kurt and Evan were off to the side, killing themselves with laughter. After another try, Bobby decided to try and apologize.
"Uhh…Ma'am? Um, I'm really sorry about all this, but you see…" Bobby trailed off. The woman smiled, grabbed Bobby's arm, and pointed towards a camera hidden in some bushes. Bobby's eyes became the size of dinner plates.
"You might be on TV." She whispered into Bobby's ear. He grabbed Jubilee, and made like a bat out of hell. Kurt and Evan were killing themselves. They continued wandering, as best they could, with Evan and Kurt laughing so hard that they could barely walk.
"Shut up." Bobby mumbled, as he walked towards a Tim Hortens he had spotted in the distance.
After another hour of wandering to find the hotel, the four returned with half a dozen family packs, and twelve coffees. Logan, Sabretooth, Hank, Ororo and Xavier immediately swiped one each, with Remy, Piotr, St. John and Pietro close behind. Rogue, Tabby, Scott and Jean were left to fight it out over the last three. Scott was the only one without coffee that morning.
The younger mutants devoured the first two boxes in no time flat, but after the third, they were all stuffed. They still had three left, so they had a brainstorming session to figure out what to do with the remaining three boxes. Kurt and Evan had some suggestions, based on Bobby's experience. They were both promptly slapped by every girl three ways from Sunday. Sam picked up a timbit, and examined it in an attempt to identify what use the round doughy ball could possibly have. He tossed it over his shoulder, where it promptly hit Rahne. She growled, and responded by throwing one at Sam's head. Sam threw another, but missed and hit Roberto instead. Thus, the war began.
In the midst of flying food, Logan poked his head into the room, and was immediately pelted by three sugar-coated jelly filled timbits. Withdrawing his head, Sabretooth laughed, and Logan leapt at him, claws bared.
When finally their ammo ran out, each and every mutant, including all four Jamies, was covered with timbit dough. And laughing. Kurt was liking his fur, trying to get the last vestiges of jelly out, while a Jamie, Bobby, and Ray poked at what they believed had been a trench-coat, but weren't quite sure. Wanda was sitting in a chair, and suddenly remembered that she hated Pietro, who was sitting on a bed. Growling, she entwined him firmly in the sheets of the bed. He wasn't gonna be going anywhere fast, or soon.
Amara opened the door, to find a jelly faced Logan wrestling with a relatively clean Sabretooth. Shaking her head, she stepped over the pair.
"Feral wild men." She sighed, as she stepped over them.
Clean, and ready to go on the search for more interesting things to do, the mutants split up. They wandered the city in groups of twos, threes, and fours, and discovered that all the French that the 'nerds' took actually had a use…especially when in search of a washroom.
"No! I need to find the bathroom!!" Tabitha shouted at the person walking by. There was a small crowd forming around her. (AN: Canadians can be like sheep at times, they see a crowd, and they wander over to find out what everyone is looking at…It's fun at times, just take some time to stop and stare at a drain pipe, and at least five people will stop to ask you what you're looking at.) The person took a step back.
"Je ne c'est pas !" He said, raising his hands in a sign of defeat. Tabby was frightening him. She was becoming angry, and felt like giving the man a boom-ball.
"Bathroom!! You know, place to go piss?!?" Tabby leaned over the guy, who again tried to scrabble away. Roberto was turning red. Another person in the crowd noticed this. She leaned over.
"Is that your friend?" Roberto felt like saying that he didn't know her at all.
"Umm…" he stalled, trying to come up with a plausible lie.
"Tell her to leave that poor homme alone…there is a washroom in that store over there." Roberto nodded his thanks, grabbed Tabby, and dragged her, still yelling at the man, into the department store, and followed the signs to the washroom.
"What was that all for? I was just getting warmed up!" Tabby complained. Roberto groaned.
"There's your bathroom!"
Remy had followed Rogue, and the now awake and murderous Wanda. He had no language difficulties, only quasi-misanthropic Goths. Wanda still wanted to kill Pietro. Rogue half wanted to help her. Remy had to stop them both, and keep an eye on Todd, who was attempting to pick pockets. Remy had to laugh. Todd was awful at it. The person would stop suddenly, and Todd would run into them.
"Stinkboy! C'm back o'er 'ere!" Remy called, watching as the thirty-fourth person glared at Todd, and pulled their purse and or wallet to where they could keep an eye on it.
"Leave him! I hope the police cart him off." Wanda said in a dangerous tone. She continued to search for a familiar wind. Rogue was torn between helping Wanda murder her brother, and watching Todd get caught again. Wanda's mind was quickly disappearing. She watched Remy show Todd how to pick a pocket.
Choosing his mark, Gambit advanced stealthily. He 'accidentally' bumped into them.
"Excuse moi mon ami!" Gambit tipped his head, while slipping his hand into the man's back pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Returning to Todd, he flipped the wallet over, and Todd caught it.
"Hey! There's no money in here yo!" Todd exclaimed opening the wallet. Remy smiled, and fanned the seventy dollars out. Todd watched with wide eyes, as Remy made it disappear as quickly as it had appeared. Eager to attempt this new…technique…Todd hopped over to the nearest crowd, and bumped into a person.
"Sorry yo!" Todd reached his and into the man's back pocket, and the man started to walk away, with Todd's hand still in his back pocket. Todd stumbled into step behind the man, while Remy gave him a critical smile, hiding the grin. Rogue and Wanda watched as Todd attempted to free his hand, without the guy noticing. He was quickly disappearing down the street. Wanda smiled an evil smile.
Remy had been approached by two people. One began to speak rapid-fire French, and Remy nodded, understanding. Rogue watched, half-hoping the two people were there to arrest the thief. Remy smiled a charming smile, and stood between the two people. The first began talking in more rapid-fire French, and Remy translated.
"He wants t' know if y' c'n get t' couch t' him by T'ursday."
"Tell him I can't truck it over till next Friday! I'm really busy eh?"
"Il ne peut pas l'apporter jusqu' au vendredi prochain." The Frenchman nodded. The conversation continued in this manner for nearly two minutes. Nearly. Two minutes after they had first approached Remy, the conversation changed.
"I can't bring it until Friday! My cousin is in the hospital!"
"Il peut't l'apporte jusqu' au vendredi. Son cousin est dans l'hôpital." Remy translated.
"Well, my parents are coming on Thursday, and I need to sleep on that couch!"
"Ses parents viennent jeudi, et il a besoin de dormir sur le divan." Remy turned, and just spoke French to everyone. Rogue was laughing too hard, and it wasn't until Remy spotted Rogue doubled over that he realized that both the men were speaking English.
"Ummm…desole?" The men laughed, and pointed to a camera that was half hidden by bushes. Remy turned a deep shade of red, and waved.
Sam had finally found a way to rid himself of Jamie. Stick close to Piotr. The Russian was intimidating, yes, but with a choice between a midget and a giant, Sam took the giant.
"So…ah…um…" Sam struggled for words, trying to think of something to break the silence. Piotr turned and looked at Sam. Sam blasted. He broke the silence alright, as well as two glass store fronts and a lamppost.
Jean, Scott, and Rahne were wandering the streets, when a small coin hit Rahne in the head. Turning around quickly, she searched for the tosser of said coin. Scott and Jean continued to stroll along, as if they were completely oblivious to all. Which they were, until another coin whacked Jean. Jean turned and flung Rahne against a tree.
"What ye be doin' that for now lass?" She asked, picking herself up. A third coin beaned Scott, who jumped, and spun, hands to his shades, ready to rip them off, and blast someone from here to kingdom come. A fourth coin fell at his feet.
"Umm…where did this come from?" He asked, relaxing slightly. Another coin flew from out of nowhere, to hit Rahne in the shoulder.
"It be rainin' money!" Rahne cried jubilantly. She rushed around, collecting all the coins.
"Uh, Rahne, they're coins. They're not worth much!" Jean said, pouting that she had been hit.
"Nay, these ones are worth two dollars! I found that out from Bobby's cousins." Rahne continued to collect the coins like mad. Jean and Scott watched as she crawled about, picking up a large amount of change.
Later, as the mutants congregated in a somewhat central park, they were discussing what to do for supper. Xavier was nowhere to be seen, although the speculations of where he was were…imaginative. They ranged from he was kidnapped; to he was off…enjoying…himself.
"Lance!! That's like, totally disgusting!" Kitty whined, as Lance smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Back to the issue of food…" Kurt said with a face.
"Who wants to think about food now?" Jubilee asked. All the guys raised their hands.
"Dinner's on meh!" Rahne smiled happily, producing eight rolls of toonies. "I have o'er four 'undred dollars here!" She explained proudly.
"Where'd you get all that money?!?" Ray asked, as he stared, and absentmindedly scratched his infected stings.
"It was rainin'." Rahne said in an off-hand manner. Jean and Scott groaned.
"There was a guy under a grate and he was shooting them up. It's gonna be on TV." Scott explained.
"Who cares how she got them! She's payin' for dinner! Let's go!" Tabby leaped upwards, and ran in a direction that she hoped would send her toward an eating establishment. The mutants shrugged and followed.
*Three hours later, after much wandering, the X-Men, Brotherhood, and Acolytes are extremely tired, and have gained more experience than was ever thought possible in a Canadian 'town'*
"See anyplace yet?" St. John asked, for the third time.
"Will you stop asking!! It's driving me mad!!" Wanda shouted.
"I thought she already was mad…" Ray whispered to Lance. Lance shrugged.
"It's not been me askin' Sheila! It's been the midget! Or…midgets…" John looked as Jamie was quickly filling the streets, every time someone jostled him.
"Ah found a place!" Sam called out, ducking into a nearby Swiss Chalet. The horde followed. Once inside, they were seated, and ordered their food.
"What's poutine?" Jubilee asked, looking at the menu. Kurt glanced over her shoulder.
"It's food." He ported to his seat, and ordered two hamburgers, fries, and a side of poutine…whatever it was…
"They serve pancakes for supper?" Bobby asked, staring at the menu. He, Sam, and Jamie all ordered some.
When the food arrived, taking much too long for Pietro, who was still trying to dodge the odd hex from Wanda, Kurt looked at the meal he had ordered. It looked like there was lumpy gravy on top of his fries. Jamie, Bobby, and Sam looked all rather pleased with their plates. They had three pancakes apiece, some little butter packs, and two bottles of syrup. One was plain old syrup, and the other was maple.
"SUGAR!!" Jamie grabbed the two bottles, and used half of each on his three pancakes. Even Kurt looked shocked. Kitty's expression was nothing short of horrified. The syrup, was then passed to Bobby and Sam. They picked up the bottles, poured a fourth of what was left onto their pancakes.
You know what the strange thing about syrup is? It doesn't matter how careful you are, syrup always gets onto the outside of the bottle. Sam and Bobby tried to put the bottles down. Bobby managed to release his, being the normal syrup, but as he pulled his hand away, long strings of the syrup followed his hand. Sam wasn't so lucky. His hand was stuck fast. He shook his hand a couple of times, but the maple syrup just wouldn't let go.
"Uh…a little help please?" He asked, Rahne reached over, and grabbed the bottle with two hands, and tugged.
"Great, now we both be stuck." Amara and Jubilee giggled.
"Shut up…" Sam grouched.
"This syrup's amazing!" Jamie smiled, happily oblivious of the situation he had crated by using the syrup bottles first.
"Perhaps you two had best try to find a place where you can wash the syrup off…" Hank offered. Sam and Rahne looked at each other, and began to try and get out from the table. Sam was sitting between Bobby and Kurt, while Rahne was next to Jamie and Wanda. And their hands were in the middle of the table. Stuck to the same syrup bottle. Rahne walked toward her left, while Sam did the same, they both changed directions, and began to move both to the right.
"Ya right or mine?" Rahne asked, after getting an angry glare from Wanda.
"Uh…mahne!" Sam moved into Kurt, who got up and moved. Jamie was too engrossed in his pancakes to do the same for Rahne. She worked her way around him, and they rushed off to the bathrooms, taking out a waiter on their way.
"Sorry!" Sam called out, as Rahne continued to drag his hand away.
"That's it!! I refuse to work until you find a way to detach people's hands from the maple syrup bottles!" The angry employee stormed off.
Kurt had polished off his first hamburger, and half of his second. He hadn't touched the gravy covered fries yet. Tabby and Todd were quite enjoying them however.
"Keep you're eyes on you're fries Blue." Tabby said, snatching another one.
"Same goes here!" Todd snagged a fry with his tongue.
"Hey! These are mine!!" Kurt slammed Todd's tongue with a peppershaker.
"You're not eating them." Tabby pointed out, stealing yet another.
"I haven't…got to them yet."
"Yeah, right, you just don't like the poutine stuff yo!" Todd said, to the best of his ability while nursing his injured tongue.
"Not true!" Kurt protested. He did have a rep to keep up after all.
"Then try some." Tabby picked a fry, and offered it to Kurt. 'It looks like Kitty's cooking…' He thought. Jean snorted into her salad. Every head turned towards her.
"Too much pepper…" Jean snorted again. Kurt grabbed the fry from Tabby, and put it in his mouth. 'Worst comes to worst, it IS one of Kitty's recipes…' He swallowed, opened his eyes, and abandoned his half finished burger for the fries and poutine.
Sam and Rahne were arguing. Rahne didn't want to go into the Men's room to wash the syrup off, and Sam flat out refused to enter the Women's room.
"I ain't gonna go in there fer love 'r money!" Rahne growled.
"It'll be faster! There's no line up!" Sam gestured his free hand toward the lengthy line up of women waiting to get in.
"I still dinnea want to go in the Men's room." Rahne stood firm.
"Come on! We can be in an' outta there in less than five!"
"Will that be all?" The waiter asked, looking around. Twenty-five heads all nodded yes. "Then I shall bring the bill." It was at this moment, that all the mutants realized that Rahne was the one with the money.
"Evan? Jubilee? Would you two care to find where Sam and Rahne are?" Hank asked, and began to dig through his wallet. The others began to look through whatever cash they had.
"I've got seventy thousand…" John offered. Hank looked up excitedly. "…In Monopoly money…" Ray laughed, and scratched.
"I've got a penny!"
"Three dollar bill!"
"A piece of metal that's the same size and shape of a quarter…" Hank sighed, and hoped that Rahne would be found very quickly.
Evan could not stop laughing, and once Jubilee told the world, neither could any of the other guys. Or most of the girls for that matter. Sam was very red-faced, and kicking himself for giving in to Rahne. Rahne wasn't bothered in the least, but it wasn't her everyone was laughing at. Jamie was currently being carried by Hank, all the way back to the hotel room, as well as sleeping.
*A wander moment…meaning? We leave mutants this chapter has focused in on to go to…*
"You've been here long enough, the government has approved your release."
"What?" Mystique asked dumbly.
"You're free to go, but, we must confiscate your bucket and cape." Magneto wrapped his arms around his bucket protectively. The large officer walked in, and took hold of the cape.
"No! My cape! You cannot steal it! I am not as mysterious without it!" Magneto released his hold on his bucket to hold onto his cape with both hands. The officer snatched the bucket, and Magneto released his cape to dive at the bucket. "No! You can't steal my bucket!! Without it, Xavier can read my mind!"
"You two can leave at anytime." The officer walked away, holding onto the cape and bucket firmly. Mystique stepped out of the tiny building, and looked around. The border crossing was abandoned. Empty. Completely. No sign of anyone, not even the officer. She sighed, and dragged a semi-sobbing Magneto out of the building, and began to walk.
AN: It took me two weeks exactly to finish this…*sigh* Future chapters will probably take longer, as my mom is limiting my computer time to two hours a day…*grumbles* Eh, it'll be in effect for two days, then she'll forget about it. Or similar. Anyway, Mags and Mystique are free!! What will be the consequences? I don't know…well, anyway, if you want any particular couples in this fic, let me know, variety is the spice of life. And I've discovered, that sitting in a basement with paint fumes is inspirational…this time it was my sisters project, while I was watching Star Trek. Meh. I had something else to say, wait! The gags were taken from a show called Just For Laughs: Gags…and one was from Candid Camera…I think…meh. Anyway, that's it! Except for these words of wisdom…
Ah, no, picture this. Bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-SPLAT!
I'm a weather witch, not a snow plow!
I pointed to an enchilada and it kinda, uh, blew up.
The difficult we can do right away. The impossible just takes a little longer.