"How do you spell highlighter, Ashley?"Kat questioned, staring down at the yellow item in her hand. She pulled off the lid then drew a line down the palm of her hand with it, looking suprised when a long yellow line appeared.
Tara took a breathe then returned to coloring on the wall in front of her. It was the twelth time she'd asked the question and it was growing old.
Ashley looked up from making one half of one wall completely red, blood red, at that. "High. Lighter. Put the two together, Kat..."
Silence for a moment from Kat then she began to write on the wall in front of her.
Russ stared at Ashley with a look that could look like that of a puppy who'd been scolded one time too many. His half of the same wall was covered in one word, over and over-ASHLEY.
Angel leaned over and whisphered so only Tara could hear. "Russ has a new obsession..."
Natasha appeared beside them. "Has he realized yet that we're coloring HIS room? I don't think it's sank in yet especially since Kat got a highlighter..."
"Russ' mind's on one thing,"Angel said, coloring in a black spade on the wall. "It's starts with...A and ends with...Ashley, how do you spell you name?"
Confusion for a moment then a shrug after taking another drink of vodka. "Does it matter? I think it ends with E, I think."
Hiccuping.
Russ instantly touched her arm. "Are you okay, my sweet?"
"No touching,"Ashley told him on another hiccup,"Get me another drink."
"Of course, my sweet." He took her glass and hurried off to the make-shift bar where Richard was trying to sleep. His head was bowed over the table and he seemed to be snoring.
Tara shook her head. "Will wonders never cease? Where did these people come from...they worry us and we live with mutants...one of which talks in third person and carries 52 explosives on him everywhere."
"He doesn't carry 52 explosives, Tara."
"Why not?" Confusion.
"I take seven out of every pack he buys." She rummaged in one pocket then held up seven cards-three aces and four jacks. "Haven't figured out why yet."
Tristan appeared at her side, holding several drinks. Most of which were empty but a few were still full. "Ah, cards. Would you like to play a game of cards....uh, Angel?"he asked, propping against the wall beside her.
Angel ignored him a moment, content to color a dark blue shape onto the wall. "What sort of cards, cher? Angel only plays certain card game types...Remy won't teach Angel anymore."
He looked confused for a moment then shook his head. "Just a friendly little game of strip poker,"he explained, smiling in an inviting and suggestive smile. He placed one hand against the wall beside him, not noticing when it was met with black permanent marker.
"Never played that before. How to you play?"Angel questioned while capping her marker and putting it down on the floor. It rolled away then into a glass of vodka, spilling it. "Oops...I think we should play cards on the other side of the room. It's less likely to be connected to us over there, Tristan."
"Kat, you spelled highlighter wrong..."
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER (SEVERAL EMPTY BOTTLES OF VODKA AND A HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW ROOM LATER)
"Damn, it's too hot in here. I'm turning on the air conditioning." Tara moved away from the game table just long enough to adjust the thermostat. She stared a moment then slid it over, making it colder.
Tristan shivered since the only thing he wore anymore was his boxers and socks. The rest of them had been lost while he was playing with Angel. Angel herself had only lost the top of her shirts, those damn three-inch purple heels that had bugged people all day, and the jeans she'd been wearing even though she wore a pair of shorts beneathe them.
Tara looked around for her friend's shoes but saw nothing except Derek returning with a satisfied smile. She had a feeling they wouldn't be seeing those shoes again; she didn't have the heart to tell the poor kid that Angel also had a pair of knee high boots plus and a black, red, and green pair identical to the purple except in color.
"It's too cold already. Turn off the air,"Tristan mumbled, teeth chattering. His hands barely managed to place his cards on the table before he began to shake from head to toe; he took a drink to take away the chill.
Angel sighed and placed her cards. "Angel lost. Hmm...Angel wonders if the deck's rigged,"she mused aloud before removing the shirt she had been wearing to reveal a third shirt this one purple with a black and blue court jester face and the word FOOL that had incredibly tiny straps and showed her stomache.
Richard stared, blankly along with everyone else. "I have a feeling you're cold natured..."
"Not particurally but Remy forces Angel to wear three shirts because he feels it's...uh, I can't remember the words." She shrugged. "Ready to quit, Tristan?"
Ashley took another drink from her vodka glass then blinked for a moment. "Why's the clock on a four?"she questioned, blinking several times.
Ten pairs of eyes went to the clock.
Kat screeched. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the pixie queen is angered! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She proceeded to run away, screaming bloody murder about pixie queens and temper tantrums.
Russ cleared his throat. "Maybe we should go to bed...tomorrow's visiting day."
Tristan caught Angel's eyes. "Strip Monopoly tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, Tristan. Yippee...Remy's coming, Remy's coming, Remy's coming!"
"Remy? Good lord..." o_0
AROUND TWELVE P.M.
"It's only a trick of the light,"Russ mumbled, shuddering and curling up into a tighter ball. "There are no UFOs taking over my room or my mind. The wall is not saying hi to me...it's a trick of the light."
Two and a half walls glowed yellowish-green while he huddled under the blanket, whimpering and talking to himself in a reassuring tone. It would have calmed him down except that he heard voices outside his door, voices plotting his down fall.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME! I KNOW YOU'RE MIND GAMES! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THREE AND FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON
(Visitation Hours-THANKS ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY3)
Logan glowered at Mr. Orleans. "Do I get to see the kid or NOT, bub?"he demanded, glaring up at the man as his blades exited on his hands.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you haven't been stated as acceptable company...my deepest apologies."
"Acceptable company?" He pinned the other man to the wall, pressing his blades almost into his throat. "Do I get in OR NOT?"
Mr. Orleans swallowed. "Of course, sir. Who were you planning to see again?"
"Tara Toynbee. NOW."
"Right inside, sir. She's with um...Remy and Angel. Please enjoy your visit,"he said, staring at the metal pressed almost against his throat.
Logan dropped him and walked inside without a word, slamming a camera to the ground in his anger. Several technicians ran off, muttering about 'not signing up to work with psychopaths'. He walked past them and into a room with a large peeling blue star that read VISITATION ROOM.
His first thought upon entering it was-Twilight Zone.
"LOGAN!" Tara ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She all but jumped into his arms; her smile was huge. "Hey, Mort's already come to see me but Kitty was in a bad mood and wouldn't let him stay long. Guess what I leant? I leant that it's not good to play strip poker with Angel..."
Logan glanced around, taking in the fact that several guys-housemates and camera people were watching with smirks. He wondered for a moment who else had been playing with Angel during strip poker.
"Mon ange, y'have not been behaving 'ccording to Stormy...What was dat game of strip poker? Y'lost entirely too much to be Remy's child." Gambit's voice echoed from where he stood talking to Angel.
"Logan, I'm so glad we finally found you...has Scott made enough money to buy Jean back yet?" One strange girl walked up to him; another ran up, smiling at him.
"HI, ELVIS!"
Logan stared. "Who the hell are you?"
Ashley raised one eyebrow. "Erm...Ashley,"she leaned over and whisphered to Kat,"I knew that healing factor couldn't last forever."
"What the hell are you doing here and what's with the Elvis...?"
Kat shrieked. "The magical pixies lured us here!!"
"Kat set fire to that fire attendants head so we fled our wing."
Tara blinked, rubbing her head. "What do you mean your wing?"
Ashley looked at Kat, irritatidly with a sigh. "I told you that your screeching..."
"SINGING."
"whatever, could tear interdiminensonal boundaries..." She hit Kat in the head.
Kat dropped to the floor, hugging her foot and rocking back and forth. "That was mean, my poor poor foot."
Ashley shrugged. "Oh, well. Might as well have a few drinks while we're here...did you bring any alcohol?"
She ran off to search for alcohol while Kat stayed on the floor, hugging her foot.
Logan tightened his hold on Tara's arm, slightly. "Tara, kid, we need to talk. Outside..."
"Sure thing, Logan." Tara leaned up and kissed him on the cheek then walked outside, whistling.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
"For the last time, Tristan, there are no services today."
Logan exited the visitor's room to find Tara arguging with some boy who was obviously hitting on her judging by the tone of her voice and his laid back posture.
That's just not acceptable, he thought, making his way over and coming up behind the guy.
Tristan smiled. "No, you don't get it, Tara. Can I come in for services?"
Tara blew out her breathe, not noticing him. "There is no temple to go into for services..."
He sighed, irritated. "Nevermind. A better question...if I followed you home would you keep me?"he asked, giving her his best smile.
"I'll answer that question for her..."
Logan slammed him back against the wall, hard, pinning him there. He pressed his half released blades almost into the boy's throat.
"No, she wouldn't keep you nor would you ever darken anyone else of the female persuasion's population. Your little....PECKER...would suffer severely."
Tristan cowered against the wall, whimpering.
Mr. Orleans appeared. "Visiting hours have ended for the day and there will be an introduction of new chaperones since our resident John has become unable to handle the difficulties of troubled children."
Logan dropped Tristan while Tara glowered.
"Why can't you play nicely, Logan? Go to your room and think about what you've done,"she said before turning and walking away after a whimpering, mumbling Tristan.
What have I done to deserve this?he wondered, making his way outside and over to the car where Remy waited.
"De petite behavin, mon ami?"
He shrugged. "Well enough...let's get back to the mansion before the show gets back into full swing. There's no reason to miss the fun anymore...beside I'm kind of hoping Natasha cuts off Tristan's balls."
"Remy t'ink dat Russ be getting another electric shock from Ashley...Roguey got twenty bucks on Kat burning the house down and Hank's betting sixteen that before the night's over Tristan won't request to play anymore games with Angel. Bobby won't bet but called the station to tell them who he was requesting for chaperones..."
"Who'd he say?"
"Too scary for Remy to repeat...de results be in tonight."
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That's it. Visiting hours are over and the events are about to return to what the housemates decide to do. Kind of scary if you think about it...just so you know there will be several interesting twists including cameo visits by-JULIUS, JAX, LANDON, and YES, TWO NEW CHAPERONES.
Tara took a breathe then returned to coloring on the wall in front of her. It was the twelth time she'd asked the question and it was growing old.
Ashley looked up from making one half of one wall completely red, blood red, at that. "High. Lighter. Put the two together, Kat..."
Silence for a moment from Kat then she began to write on the wall in front of her.
Russ stared at Ashley with a look that could look like that of a puppy who'd been scolded one time too many. His half of the same wall was covered in one word, over and over-ASHLEY.
Angel leaned over and whisphered so only Tara could hear. "Russ has a new obsession..."
Natasha appeared beside them. "Has he realized yet that we're coloring HIS room? I don't think it's sank in yet especially since Kat got a highlighter..."
"Russ' mind's on one thing,"Angel said, coloring in a black spade on the wall. "It's starts with...A and ends with...Ashley, how do you spell you name?"
Confusion for a moment then a shrug after taking another drink of vodka. "Does it matter? I think it ends with E, I think."
Hiccuping.
Russ instantly touched her arm. "Are you okay, my sweet?"
"No touching,"Ashley told him on another hiccup,"Get me another drink."
"Of course, my sweet." He took her glass and hurried off to the make-shift bar where Richard was trying to sleep. His head was bowed over the table and he seemed to be snoring.
Tara shook her head. "Will wonders never cease? Where did these people come from...they worry us and we live with mutants...one of which talks in third person and carries 52 explosives on him everywhere."
"He doesn't carry 52 explosives, Tara."
"Why not?" Confusion.
"I take seven out of every pack he buys." She rummaged in one pocket then held up seven cards-three aces and four jacks. "Haven't figured out why yet."
Tristan appeared at her side, holding several drinks. Most of which were empty but a few were still full. "Ah, cards. Would you like to play a game of cards....uh, Angel?"he asked, propping against the wall beside her.
Angel ignored him a moment, content to color a dark blue shape onto the wall. "What sort of cards, cher? Angel only plays certain card game types...Remy won't teach Angel anymore."
He looked confused for a moment then shook his head. "Just a friendly little game of strip poker,"he explained, smiling in an inviting and suggestive smile. He placed one hand against the wall beside him, not noticing when it was met with black permanent marker.
"Never played that before. How to you play?"Angel questioned while capping her marker and putting it down on the floor. It rolled away then into a glass of vodka, spilling it. "Oops...I think we should play cards on the other side of the room. It's less likely to be connected to us over there, Tristan."
"Kat, you spelled highlighter wrong..."
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER (SEVERAL EMPTY BOTTLES OF VODKA AND A HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW ROOM LATER)
"Damn, it's too hot in here. I'm turning on the air conditioning." Tara moved away from the game table just long enough to adjust the thermostat. She stared a moment then slid it over, making it colder.
Tristan shivered since the only thing he wore anymore was his boxers and socks. The rest of them had been lost while he was playing with Angel. Angel herself had only lost the top of her shirts, those damn three-inch purple heels that had bugged people all day, and the jeans she'd been wearing even though she wore a pair of shorts beneathe them.
Tara looked around for her friend's shoes but saw nothing except Derek returning with a satisfied smile. She had a feeling they wouldn't be seeing those shoes again; she didn't have the heart to tell the poor kid that Angel also had a pair of knee high boots plus and a black, red, and green pair identical to the purple except in color.
"It's too cold already. Turn off the air,"Tristan mumbled, teeth chattering. His hands barely managed to place his cards on the table before he began to shake from head to toe; he took a drink to take away the chill.
Angel sighed and placed her cards. "Angel lost. Hmm...Angel wonders if the deck's rigged,"she mused aloud before removing the shirt she had been wearing to reveal a third shirt this one purple with a black and blue court jester face and the word FOOL that had incredibly tiny straps and showed her stomache.
Richard stared, blankly along with everyone else. "I have a feeling you're cold natured..."
"Not particurally but Remy forces Angel to wear three shirts because he feels it's...uh, I can't remember the words." She shrugged. "Ready to quit, Tristan?"
Ashley took another drink from her vodka glass then blinked for a moment. "Why's the clock on a four?"she questioned, blinking several times.
Ten pairs of eyes went to the clock.
Kat screeched. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the pixie queen is angered! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She proceeded to run away, screaming bloody murder about pixie queens and temper tantrums.
Russ cleared his throat. "Maybe we should go to bed...tomorrow's visiting day."
Tristan caught Angel's eyes. "Strip Monopoly tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, Tristan. Yippee...Remy's coming, Remy's coming, Remy's coming!"
"Remy? Good lord..." o_0
AROUND TWELVE P.M.
"It's only a trick of the light,"Russ mumbled, shuddering and curling up into a tighter ball. "There are no UFOs taking over my room or my mind. The wall is not saying hi to me...it's a trick of the light."
Two and a half walls glowed yellowish-green while he huddled under the blanket, whimpering and talking to himself in a reassuring tone. It would have calmed him down except that he heard voices outside his door, voices plotting his down fall.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME! I KNOW YOU'RE MIND GAMES! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THREE AND FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON
(Visitation Hours-THANKS ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY3)
Logan glowered at Mr. Orleans. "Do I get to see the kid or NOT, bub?"he demanded, glaring up at the man as his blades exited on his hands.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you haven't been stated as acceptable company...my deepest apologies."
"Acceptable company?" He pinned the other man to the wall, pressing his blades almost into his throat. "Do I get in OR NOT?"
Mr. Orleans swallowed. "Of course, sir. Who were you planning to see again?"
"Tara Toynbee. NOW."
"Right inside, sir. She's with um...Remy and Angel. Please enjoy your visit,"he said, staring at the metal pressed almost against his throat.
Logan dropped him and walked inside without a word, slamming a camera to the ground in his anger. Several technicians ran off, muttering about 'not signing up to work with psychopaths'. He walked past them and into a room with a large peeling blue star that read VISITATION ROOM.
His first thought upon entering it was-Twilight Zone.
"LOGAN!" Tara ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She all but jumped into his arms; her smile was huge. "Hey, Mort's already come to see me but Kitty was in a bad mood and wouldn't let him stay long. Guess what I leant? I leant that it's not good to play strip poker with Angel..."
Logan glanced around, taking in the fact that several guys-housemates and camera people were watching with smirks. He wondered for a moment who else had been playing with Angel during strip poker.
"Mon ange, y'have not been behaving 'ccording to Stormy...What was dat game of strip poker? Y'lost entirely too much to be Remy's child." Gambit's voice echoed from where he stood talking to Angel.
"Logan, I'm so glad we finally found you...has Scott made enough money to buy Jean back yet?" One strange girl walked up to him; another ran up, smiling at him.
"HI, ELVIS!"
Logan stared. "Who the hell are you?"
Ashley raised one eyebrow. "Erm...Ashley,"she leaned over and whisphered to Kat,"I knew that healing factor couldn't last forever."
"What the hell are you doing here and what's with the Elvis...?"
Kat shrieked. "The magical pixies lured us here!!"
"Kat set fire to that fire attendants head so we fled our wing."
Tara blinked, rubbing her head. "What do you mean your wing?"
Ashley looked at Kat, irritatidly with a sigh. "I told you that your screeching..."
"SINGING."
"whatever, could tear interdiminensonal boundaries..." She hit Kat in the head.
Kat dropped to the floor, hugging her foot and rocking back and forth. "That was mean, my poor poor foot."
Ashley shrugged. "Oh, well. Might as well have a few drinks while we're here...did you bring any alcohol?"
She ran off to search for alcohol while Kat stayed on the floor, hugging her foot.
Logan tightened his hold on Tara's arm, slightly. "Tara, kid, we need to talk. Outside..."
"Sure thing, Logan." Tara leaned up and kissed him on the cheek then walked outside, whistling.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
"For the last time, Tristan, there are no services today."
Logan exited the visitor's room to find Tara arguging with some boy who was obviously hitting on her judging by the tone of her voice and his laid back posture.
That's just not acceptable, he thought, making his way over and coming up behind the guy.
Tristan smiled. "No, you don't get it, Tara. Can I come in for services?"
Tara blew out her breathe, not noticing him. "There is no temple to go into for services..."
He sighed, irritated. "Nevermind. A better question...if I followed you home would you keep me?"he asked, giving her his best smile.
"I'll answer that question for her..."
Logan slammed him back against the wall, hard, pinning him there. He pressed his half released blades almost into the boy's throat.
"No, she wouldn't keep you nor would you ever darken anyone else of the female persuasion's population. Your little....PECKER...would suffer severely."
Tristan cowered against the wall, whimpering.
Mr. Orleans appeared. "Visiting hours have ended for the day and there will be an introduction of new chaperones since our resident John has become unable to handle the difficulties of troubled children."
Logan dropped Tristan while Tara glowered.
"Why can't you play nicely, Logan? Go to your room and think about what you've done,"she said before turning and walking away after a whimpering, mumbling Tristan.
What have I done to deserve this?he wondered, making his way outside and over to the car where Remy waited.
"De petite behavin, mon ami?"
He shrugged. "Well enough...let's get back to the mansion before the show gets back into full swing. There's no reason to miss the fun anymore...beside I'm kind of hoping Natasha cuts off Tristan's balls."
"Remy t'ink dat Russ be getting another electric shock from Ashley...Roguey got twenty bucks on Kat burning the house down and Hank's betting sixteen that before the night's over Tristan won't request to play anymore games with Angel. Bobby won't bet but called the station to tell them who he was requesting for chaperones..."
"Who'd he say?"
"Too scary for Remy to repeat...de results be in tonight."
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That's it. Visiting hours are over and the events are about to return to what the housemates decide to do. Kind of scary if you think about it...just so you know there will be several interesting twists including cameo visits by-JULIUS, JAX, LANDON, and YES, TWO NEW CHAPERONES.