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Just so you know, telepathic thoughts and projections will be in these, ^'^. Someone talking and projecting at the same time will be in these "^^"
Chap : Panic and Wal-Mart
The telepathic girl looked at Rogue in surprise. "I can't believe I didn't think to look earlier." She frowned, "I'll check in with Scott." She closed her eyes and focused on the image of her friend.
When Jean scanned for someone, it was a lot like astral projecting. She would suspend her mind above her body and-'listen' was the only term that really fit--for the pull of the mind she was searching for. When she heard his pull, she just barely brushed mental fingers against his mind.
^Scott?^ She dropped her 'voice' to a kiddie tone. ^Hey, Scott, what'cha doin'?^
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Scott froze solid. Sam saw it and elbowed Ray. "We have contact."
Cyclops was so nervous that he actually spoke out loud the same time that he projected. "^Um, um, Jean! Hey, uh-we're just in Kurt's room, chillin'.^"
"Chillin'? Scott, don't even attempt that slang again, for my sake," Evan mock begged. He froze for a second. "Wait a sec, did you just say 'we're'? As in, more than you?!"
^We're? Just how many guys are in there with you?^
"We're!? You idiot, you just told her we're all here!" evan said in deep panic.
"We're dead! We're gonna get make-uped!" Sam said in horror.
"Mascara!"
"Don't panic!" Ray said in a shaking voice. "oh who cares?! Panic! Panic now!"
"Lash-curlers!
"Shut up you chickens and let me talk!" Scott roared.
^Are you okay in there?^
"^I'm fine! We're just^"-he scrambled like mad trying to think of a reasonable excuse. The moment his eyes hit Gambit-he ducked his head and acted a little embarrassed. "^Well, we're just trying to figure out how to get Remy and Rogue together. He finally got desperate and asked for some help.^"
^Ohhh. Why Scott, I had no idea you had it in you to play matchmaker. That's so sweet! And here I thought that you two didn't get along so well. I'm happy I'm wrong.^ She chuckled. ^And that's the last time you'll ever hear me say that.^
Remy was currently trying to beat Scott to death with one of Kurt's rolled up Fangoria magazines. "I don't need any help with women! I could have her eating out of the palm of my hand if I wanted."
Kurt laughed till he almost hurt himself. "Dear god, if you think that, maybe we should help you with Rogue."
While retailiating against the Rolled-up Mag of Doom, Scott sent Remy's comments on to Jean, who was laughing till she cried. ^For crissake, if he thinks that, it'd take a lot more than you've all got to get them together.^
"^Yeah, more like an act of God,^" Scott muttered.
"Amen, brother!" Bobby said facetiously. He was admiring the heap of pillows and bag chairs that now hid a still sputtering Remy LeBeau. Scott had called in Kurt's brotherly duties to defend his sister's honor and together they had buried the Cajun. Ray, Sam, Roberto and Evan were laughing to hard to lend a hand on either side.
Jean had said her goodbyes, wishing them the best of luck and promising not to tell Rogue of their-how had she put it? Oh yeah, 'nefarious plots.' That girl really had a flare for the melodramatic when she wanted, Scott thought with a smile. "That was close."
"No kidding."
"My whole life flashed before my eyes," Ray said with a light shudder. "I always thought that that was just an expression, but man! I saw it all over again. Every day at school, every chick I ever saw, every babe I've ever dated-hey, wait, maybe I should do that again!" Kurt punched him in the arm and Berserker went to sulk in a corner.
"So," Bobby said slyly, "how should we get back to the sercurity room?"
Seven guys stared at him in shock, (Remy just now managing to get out from under all the fluffy stuff.) Evan was the first to find his voice. "Are you insane?! Me, I could understand, I've got camera duty so I have to get back in there. But all of us? Again?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Roberto asked calmly. "They almost caught us. Do you have any idea what they'd do to us if they found out about this?" All the while he was talking in that serenely calm voice, he was trying to strangle Bobby.
It took some time to pry Sunspot off of him, but when they managed it, Bobby tried his pitch again. "Look, they're not gonna check twice! Scott just told them we're all here. She'd never think that he'd lie to her."
Scott winced. Now there were the beginnings of a fine guilt trip.
"So come on! What are you all, chicken?"
"Say what?" Roberto stood up.
"Who you callin' chicken, ice boy?" said an outraged Ray.
This time they choose to not overburden a now tired Kurt, (massive 'porting under high panic and maxing your weight limit for motion can do that to a guy), and went back to the room in singles and pairs. They kicked a grumbling Remy back out for a snack run.
But then Kurt brought up something that kept nagging at the back of his head. "Guys? Does anyone know where Jamie is? I haven't seen him all night."
"Hey, where is the little booger ball?" Bobby wondered.
"He's the only mutant left unaccounted for," Scott said softly. "You know, if I was the only guy left out, I'd be feeling very sneaky right about now.
Evan was the one to stop that little panic before it could start. "Don't worry man, its cool. He's over at a friend's house tonight."
Scott looked up with a worried frown. "Do they know about"---
"Oh yeah, one of their kid's showing some signs on Cerebro. They're already on the school's waiting list."
Cyclops couldn't help a light sigh of relief. The last thing they needed was a traitor.
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Kitty sighed. "Boy am I glad they aren't trying to listen in. I'd hate to have to kill someone while they're all so young."
Most of the girls nodded in agreement.
Tabby asked, completely out of the blue, "Hey, girls, does the prof. do anything special on birthdays?"
Jean started. "No, nothing more than what the other students plan for it. Why, your birthday coming up?"
"Nah, just asking. Don't know where that little brain blip came from."
This lead to a comparison of birthday dates and Zodiac signs. Jubilee couldn't help it. "I've got the best birthday story ever," she broke in. "You all know I come from California, right?"
"Oh yeah,'" Amara said dreamily, "the land of sun, fun-"
"And hot beach boy buns!" Tabby finished with a laugh.
"Too true," the china girl said smiling. "Well, it was my fourteenth birthday, and it had sucked so bad that day at school. I'd flunked a math test, got food spilled all over my shirt, fell down in the hall-I was in tears when I got home. So some of my friends out there decided to take me out to cheer me up. They took me out to Wal-mart, and I'm like, 'Wal-mart? I don't even deserve the mall?' But man what they did next"-she giggled.
"They took me down to the home and garden depo and asked me to pick a lawn chair. So I do, a real nice long one with the cushions, you know? They have me sit in it and the next thing I know, two of the guys have got the chair up on their shoulders! With me in it!
"Then the other four of them go get these cheesy looking tiki torches, and they started chanting. Chanting! You know like those guards in the Wizard of Oz? 'Oh-we-oh. We-ohh-wum.' That stuff? They were singing like that, just changed the words to 'Ju-bi-lee. Is four-teen. Ju-bi-lee. Is four- teen.'
"They carried me all over the story six damn times, still holding the torches and singing that song! I thought I was going to die!" (1)
Amara and Tabby were cracking up, and Jean and Rahne were both trying to stop the other from falling off the bed. Kitty and Rogue, thankfully enough, were already on the floor. Rogue managed to catch her breath enough to ask, "Just how high were all of you anyway?"
"They weren't high, that was the scary part!"
When everyone calmed down, Rogue spoke again. "Have y'all seen that list about Wal-mart?"
"What list?"
"Oh, oh, I know that one, I got it in my e-mail!" Kitty said happily. "The one that's like, 'Eight fun things to do at Wal-Mart!' Jean did number eight!" (2)
"What?!"
"You promised not to tell!" Jean shrieked. She hid her face in her hands while she commanded some pillows to beat Kitty.
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Scott had the most incredulous expression on his face. "She did what?"
"This I gotta hear," Evan said with a snicker.
"Ten bucks says she did it on a dare," Ray offered.
"You're on," Remy said laughingly.
&&^^%$
Tabby managed to convince Jean to not kill Kitty, and asked for the rest of the story. "I mean, you cannot just leave it like that. I'll die of curiosity."
"Oh alright. Rahne said that I never did anything spontaneaous, and I said I do so, so she said prove it. She picked out that stupid list and dared me to do the last one."
**&&
Remy grinned, holding out his hand to Berserker. "Pay up."
**&&
Tabby raised an eyebrow. "Which was?"
"Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the theme to Mission: Impossible." She blushed while Rahne started laughing like a hyena. "I had to hide in the girls bathroom to get away from all the store security teams they had after me." She threw another pillow at Wolfsbane, who could not stop laughing.
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(1) sadly enough, this is a true story. (it happened to a friend!)
2: my friend at school did this! And she did have to hide in the bathroom to get out of the store. It was so hilarious! I felt quite sorry for her, especially when it made the local evening news about an escaped mental patient they were looking for.
Review responses:
Dark Jaded Rose: I'm having way too much fun for the story to end so soon.
Raskolion Pheonix: Mistakes? Where? If you see them, please tell me! I want no mistakes in my story!
Trunksblue: I agree on the skivvies. Thanks for reviewing!
KittKatt001, JaSSerS, and Amara Allerdyce: thanks so much for reviewing me!
Gothic Cajun: cool name, and thanks for reviewing!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me!
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and Chia4
You guys rule.
Oh, yeah, something I keep forgetting to do. I do not own X-men, Wal-Mart, or Mission: Impossible.
Just so you know, telepathic thoughts and projections will be in these, ^'^. Someone talking and projecting at the same time will be in these "^^"
Chap : Panic and Wal-Mart
The telepathic girl looked at Rogue in surprise. "I can't believe I didn't think to look earlier." She frowned, "I'll check in with Scott." She closed her eyes and focused on the image of her friend.
When Jean scanned for someone, it was a lot like astral projecting. She would suspend her mind above her body and-'listen' was the only term that really fit--for the pull of the mind she was searching for. When she heard his pull, she just barely brushed mental fingers against his mind.
^Scott?^ She dropped her 'voice' to a kiddie tone. ^Hey, Scott, what'cha doin'?^
&&^^%%
Scott froze solid. Sam saw it and elbowed Ray. "We have contact."
Cyclops was so nervous that he actually spoke out loud the same time that he projected. "^Um, um, Jean! Hey, uh-we're just in Kurt's room, chillin'.^"
"Chillin'? Scott, don't even attempt that slang again, for my sake," Evan mock begged. He froze for a second. "Wait a sec, did you just say 'we're'? As in, more than you?!"
^We're? Just how many guys are in there with you?^
"We're!? You idiot, you just told her we're all here!" evan said in deep panic.
"We're dead! We're gonna get make-uped!" Sam said in horror.
"Mascara!"
"Don't panic!" Ray said in a shaking voice. "oh who cares?! Panic! Panic now!"
"Lash-curlers!
"Shut up you chickens and let me talk!" Scott roared.
^Are you okay in there?^
"^I'm fine! We're just^"-he scrambled like mad trying to think of a reasonable excuse. The moment his eyes hit Gambit-he ducked his head and acted a little embarrassed. "^Well, we're just trying to figure out how to get Remy and Rogue together. He finally got desperate and asked for some help.^"
^Ohhh. Why Scott, I had no idea you had it in you to play matchmaker. That's so sweet! And here I thought that you two didn't get along so well. I'm happy I'm wrong.^ She chuckled. ^And that's the last time you'll ever hear me say that.^
Remy was currently trying to beat Scott to death with one of Kurt's rolled up Fangoria magazines. "I don't need any help with women! I could have her eating out of the palm of my hand if I wanted."
Kurt laughed till he almost hurt himself. "Dear god, if you think that, maybe we should help you with Rogue."
While retailiating against the Rolled-up Mag of Doom, Scott sent Remy's comments on to Jean, who was laughing till she cried. ^For crissake, if he thinks that, it'd take a lot more than you've all got to get them together.^
"^Yeah, more like an act of God,^" Scott muttered.
"Amen, brother!" Bobby said facetiously. He was admiring the heap of pillows and bag chairs that now hid a still sputtering Remy LeBeau. Scott had called in Kurt's brotherly duties to defend his sister's honor and together they had buried the Cajun. Ray, Sam, Roberto and Evan were laughing to hard to lend a hand on either side.
Jean had said her goodbyes, wishing them the best of luck and promising not to tell Rogue of their-how had she put it? Oh yeah, 'nefarious plots.' That girl really had a flare for the melodramatic when she wanted, Scott thought with a smile. "That was close."
"No kidding."
"My whole life flashed before my eyes," Ray said with a light shudder. "I always thought that that was just an expression, but man! I saw it all over again. Every day at school, every chick I ever saw, every babe I've ever dated-hey, wait, maybe I should do that again!" Kurt punched him in the arm and Berserker went to sulk in a corner.
"So," Bobby said slyly, "how should we get back to the sercurity room?"
Seven guys stared at him in shock, (Remy just now managing to get out from under all the fluffy stuff.) Evan was the first to find his voice. "Are you insane?! Me, I could understand, I've got camera duty so I have to get back in there. But all of us? Again?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Roberto asked calmly. "They almost caught us. Do you have any idea what they'd do to us if they found out about this?" All the while he was talking in that serenely calm voice, he was trying to strangle Bobby.
It took some time to pry Sunspot off of him, but when they managed it, Bobby tried his pitch again. "Look, they're not gonna check twice! Scott just told them we're all here. She'd never think that he'd lie to her."
Scott winced. Now there were the beginnings of a fine guilt trip.
"So come on! What are you all, chicken?"
"Say what?" Roberto stood up.
"Who you callin' chicken, ice boy?" said an outraged Ray.
This time they choose to not overburden a now tired Kurt, (massive 'porting under high panic and maxing your weight limit for motion can do that to a guy), and went back to the room in singles and pairs. They kicked a grumbling Remy back out for a snack run.
But then Kurt brought up something that kept nagging at the back of his head. "Guys? Does anyone know where Jamie is? I haven't seen him all night."
"Hey, where is the little booger ball?" Bobby wondered.
"He's the only mutant left unaccounted for," Scott said softly. "You know, if I was the only guy left out, I'd be feeling very sneaky right about now.
Evan was the one to stop that little panic before it could start. "Don't worry man, its cool. He's over at a friend's house tonight."
Scott looked up with a worried frown. "Do they know about"---
"Oh yeah, one of their kid's showing some signs on Cerebro. They're already on the school's waiting list."
Cyclops couldn't help a light sigh of relief. The last thing they needed was a traitor.
&&^^%%$$
Kitty sighed. "Boy am I glad they aren't trying to listen in. I'd hate to have to kill someone while they're all so young."
Most of the girls nodded in agreement.
Tabby asked, completely out of the blue, "Hey, girls, does the prof. do anything special on birthdays?"
Jean started. "No, nothing more than what the other students plan for it. Why, your birthday coming up?"
"Nah, just asking. Don't know where that little brain blip came from."
This lead to a comparison of birthday dates and Zodiac signs. Jubilee couldn't help it. "I've got the best birthday story ever," she broke in. "You all know I come from California, right?"
"Oh yeah,'" Amara said dreamily, "the land of sun, fun-"
"And hot beach boy buns!" Tabby finished with a laugh.
"Too true," the china girl said smiling. "Well, it was my fourteenth birthday, and it had sucked so bad that day at school. I'd flunked a math test, got food spilled all over my shirt, fell down in the hall-I was in tears when I got home. So some of my friends out there decided to take me out to cheer me up. They took me out to Wal-mart, and I'm like, 'Wal-mart? I don't even deserve the mall?' But man what they did next"-she giggled.
"They took me down to the home and garden depo and asked me to pick a lawn chair. So I do, a real nice long one with the cushions, you know? They have me sit in it and the next thing I know, two of the guys have got the chair up on their shoulders! With me in it!
"Then the other four of them go get these cheesy looking tiki torches, and they started chanting. Chanting! You know like those guards in the Wizard of Oz? 'Oh-we-oh. We-ohh-wum.' That stuff? They were singing like that, just changed the words to 'Ju-bi-lee. Is four-teen. Ju-bi-lee. Is four- teen.'
"They carried me all over the story six damn times, still holding the torches and singing that song! I thought I was going to die!" (1)
Amara and Tabby were cracking up, and Jean and Rahne were both trying to stop the other from falling off the bed. Kitty and Rogue, thankfully enough, were already on the floor. Rogue managed to catch her breath enough to ask, "Just how high were all of you anyway?"
"They weren't high, that was the scary part!"
When everyone calmed down, Rogue spoke again. "Have y'all seen that list about Wal-mart?"
"What list?"
"Oh, oh, I know that one, I got it in my e-mail!" Kitty said happily. "The one that's like, 'Eight fun things to do at Wal-Mart!' Jean did number eight!" (2)
"What?!"
"You promised not to tell!" Jean shrieked. She hid her face in her hands while she commanded some pillows to beat Kitty.
##$$@@
Scott had the most incredulous expression on his face. "She did what?"
"This I gotta hear," Evan said with a snicker.
"Ten bucks says she did it on a dare," Ray offered.
"You're on," Remy said laughingly.
&&^^%$
Tabby managed to convince Jean to not kill Kitty, and asked for the rest of the story. "I mean, you cannot just leave it like that. I'll die of curiosity."
"Oh alright. Rahne said that I never did anything spontaneaous, and I said I do so, so she said prove it. She picked out that stupid list and dared me to do the last one."
**&&
Remy grinned, holding out his hand to Berserker. "Pay up."
**&&
Tabby raised an eyebrow. "Which was?"
"Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the theme to Mission: Impossible." She blushed while Rahne started laughing like a hyena. "I had to hide in the girls bathroom to get away from all the store security teams they had after me." She threw another pillow at Wolfsbane, who could not stop laughing.
**&&^^%%
(1) sadly enough, this is a true story. (it happened to a friend!)
2: my friend at school did this! And she did have to hide in the bathroom to get out of the store. It was so hilarious! I felt quite sorry for her, especially when it made the local evening news about an escaped mental patient they were looking for.
Review responses:
Dark Jaded Rose: I'm having way too much fun for the story to end so soon.
Raskolion Pheonix: Mistakes? Where? If you see them, please tell me! I want no mistakes in my story!
Trunksblue: I agree on the skivvies. Thanks for reviewing!
KittKatt001, JaSSerS, and Amara Allerdyce: thanks so much for reviewing me!
Gothic Cajun: cool name, and thanks for reviewing!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me!
Cuddness,
Aqueous,
RahneMan,
DesertRose-6,
Caliente,
SperryDee,
Nie Starwhistler,
huntqueen,
Rogue14,
Dark Dragonfly,
Liz,
txfg,
BeccaBoo6,
Tigere47,
Sickminded Sucker,
DOJ,
Autumn Raine,
Painbearer,
and Chia4