Queen of Ransom: I have been making a lot of apologies lately. First, for
being so slow at writing more of my other fics, as I have been busy with
'Trial by Fire'. Second, for. . . oh, you guys probably do not want to know
all the going son in my life.
However, I feel it is appropriate that I apologise right now, as this is probably the last chapter of any of my stories for a few weeks. This is because I have exams coming up, and so I am on exam leave and studying. However, I finish my last exam a week before school actually finishes, and so will have about five days where I have absolutely nothing to do, and the only thing I will have to fill up my time is writing my stories. So it is kind of a win-win situation, for you us, except that I have to have exams. Oh, goody. I'm not worried about the German, and I think I will be okay on the Biology and Chemistry (I got top marks on the genetics bit of my Biology topic - no surprises there!), but it is the English I have to worry about. I hate writing responses to texts under exam conditions - I really don't like writing about what theme the author wants to bring out. If the teachers want to know what kind of theme the author is writing about, and how they are bringing it out, they should go and ask the author. So, until they start using my writings as part of the English curriculum at my school, they should stop bothering me about the themes of other peoples' writing!
Role Reversal
Chapter Six: Mall Crawl
Scott stared at the group of teenagers assembled in front of him. The X- Women and the Sisterhood were all wearing sets of borrowed clothes. He was about to speak, but Scarlett spoke first.
"This is going to be a nightmare," she groaned.
"That is just what I was thinking."
"Well, can we go now?" asked Petra, tapping her foot impatiently. She had managed to find Jean, and was now wearing some high heels. She had proved earlier that she could indeed run in them, and had beaten Pietro in the process.
"Yes," said Jean. "The Professor has given us permission to use his credit cards to get you some new clothes."
"But there will be a limit to what will be spent," finished Grey.
"You don't really need to get me anything," said Katrin. "My holowatch takes care of any clothes." She was right. Charlotte had adjusted Katrin's holowatch so that she was not wearing clothes that were very similar to Kurt's.
"Time for a mall crawl," said Eva.
Petra groaned. "Can it not be a crawl? I hate that word. It's so. . . slow!"
"Yeah," agreed Pietro.
"Fine!" said Lana. "We'll try and do this as fast as we can, will that do?"
"Yeah," replied Petra.
"How are we going to get to the mall?" asked Roué.
"Good question," said Scott. "We thought that Lance would take the Brotherhood, minus Pietro, and the Sisterhood, minus Petra, to the mall."
"Why minus us?"
"You two can run."
"Oh, yeah."
"What about Freddy and Fredericka?" asked Lana. "They won't both fit."
"True," said Scarlett. She thought for a minute, then said, "The X-Van."
"Yes," agreed Scott. "They, and a few of the X-Women, can go in the X-Van, along with a few of us."
"We can teleport," said Kurt.
"And we don't have to go," added Forge.
"We will stay and work on the machines," continued Form.
"Good idea," said Grey. "Will you take a few of the X-Men, Scott, in your car?"
"Yes. Now I hope this plan works."
"Trust me," said Lana. "This is going to be the easy part. You haven't been to the mall with Petra."
*
"Let's see," said Kitty, looking at her list for Petra. "We now need to go and get you some. . . pajamas."
"I can't sleep naked?"
Kitty looked at her sharply. "No."
"I was just kidding," said Petra. "You need to loosen up. Anyone would think you were Scarlett, being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. Or, Miss Goody-One- Eyes."
"Well, what kind of pajamas do you want?" asked Kitty.
"Those," replied Petra, pointing to a pair of pale blue satin boxers and matching singlet top. "They'll do."
"All right, grab them." Petra did so. "Now we're done in the lingerie store, now we need to get you some day clothes. And some shoes."
"Yeah," said Petra. "Some running shoes in particular. Not that I'm not digging Miss Perfect's heels or anything, but I like running better than these shoes."
After paying for their purchases in the lingerie store, Kitty and Petra headed for Kitty's favourite section of the mall.
However, there was a slight problem, because of a diversion on the way.
There was a large group of young men, all from Bayville High, standing between Kitty, Petra and their destination.
Kitty looked at the blockade. "I could just phase us through."
Petra laughed. "And where would the fun in that be? No, better this way. Watch, young one, to what the master does."
Petra walked straight for the group, ignoring Kitty's pleas for her to come back. She tapped one of the young men on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said in a very sweet voice, quite unlike her usual 'I'm-better-than-all-of- you-so-get-on-the-ground-and-worship-me-like-the-goddess-I-am' tone. "Do you think you and your friends could perhaps make little path for me? I really would like to get through."
While this was going on, Pietro zoomed up to Kitty. "What is she doing?"
Kitty shrugged her shoulders. "No idea."
One of the young men turned around. He grinned when he saw the scantily clad young woman standing in front of him. "Why should I move?" he asked.
"I thought you were a gentlemen," replied Petra. "Looks like I was wrong."
"I never said I would move," said the guy. "You've just first got to tell me your name."
Pietro smacked a hand to his forehead. "Here we go again."
"Hey, at least it's not you she's hitting on. Or you, hitting on her."
"You tell me your name, first," insisted Petra.
"Duncan Matthews."
"Nice to meet you, Duncan. I'm Petra," she replied with a smile.
"No last name?"
"That's all a guy like you needs to know. For now, anyway." Petra turned around to face Kitty and Pietro. "Hey! You can come now!" she called.
"You know those mutant freaks?" asked another guy.
Petra smiled. "Yeah. I am a mutant, too."
"What's your power?"
"I can move at extreme speeds." Petra grinned. "I like to live life hard and fast."
Duncan did not say anything.
"Ah, well, if you are going to be like that, I'll just be on my way," said Petra. She blew the boys a kiss, then walked over to Kitty and Pietro.
"What was with that?" asked Kitty.
Petra shrugged her shoulders. "They're boys. They are so easy to manipulate," she added, smiling at Pietro, who was quietly fuming, still not forgiving Petra for the whole 'can't you run in heels?' incident.
"Never mind," said Kitty. "Pietro? Have you seen the others around?"
"I saw Daniels and - Daniels down at the skate shop."
"See, now we are going to have to do something abut that," said Kitty. "You can call Evan by his surname, but can you please call Eva by her name?"
"We can do that," said Petra, speaking for both her and her twin. "Not that I like it." Then she brightened. "Shall we go find Daniels and Eva?"
Pietro grinned. "Let's go."
However, I feel it is appropriate that I apologise right now, as this is probably the last chapter of any of my stories for a few weeks. This is because I have exams coming up, and so I am on exam leave and studying. However, I finish my last exam a week before school actually finishes, and so will have about five days where I have absolutely nothing to do, and the only thing I will have to fill up my time is writing my stories. So it is kind of a win-win situation, for you us, except that I have to have exams. Oh, goody. I'm not worried about the German, and I think I will be okay on the Biology and Chemistry (I got top marks on the genetics bit of my Biology topic - no surprises there!), but it is the English I have to worry about. I hate writing responses to texts under exam conditions - I really don't like writing about what theme the author wants to bring out. If the teachers want to know what kind of theme the author is writing about, and how they are bringing it out, they should go and ask the author. So, until they start using my writings as part of the English curriculum at my school, they should stop bothering me about the themes of other peoples' writing!
Role Reversal
Chapter Six: Mall Crawl
Scott stared at the group of teenagers assembled in front of him. The X- Women and the Sisterhood were all wearing sets of borrowed clothes. He was about to speak, but Scarlett spoke first.
"This is going to be a nightmare," she groaned.
"That is just what I was thinking."
"Well, can we go now?" asked Petra, tapping her foot impatiently. She had managed to find Jean, and was now wearing some high heels. She had proved earlier that she could indeed run in them, and had beaten Pietro in the process.
"Yes," said Jean. "The Professor has given us permission to use his credit cards to get you some new clothes."
"But there will be a limit to what will be spent," finished Grey.
"You don't really need to get me anything," said Katrin. "My holowatch takes care of any clothes." She was right. Charlotte had adjusted Katrin's holowatch so that she was not wearing clothes that were very similar to Kurt's.
"Time for a mall crawl," said Eva.
Petra groaned. "Can it not be a crawl? I hate that word. It's so. . . slow!"
"Yeah," agreed Pietro.
"Fine!" said Lana. "We'll try and do this as fast as we can, will that do?"
"Yeah," replied Petra.
"How are we going to get to the mall?" asked Roué.
"Good question," said Scott. "We thought that Lance would take the Brotherhood, minus Pietro, and the Sisterhood, minus Petra, to the mall."
"Why minus us?"
"You two can run."
"Oh, yeah."
"What about Freddy and Fredericka?" asked Lana. "They won't both fit."
"True," said Scarlett. She thought for a minute, then said, "The X-Van."
"Yes," agreed Scott. "They, and a few of the X-Women, can go in the X-Van, along with a few of us."
"We can teleport," said Kurt.
"And we don't have to go," added Forge.
"We will stay and work on the machines," continued Form.
"Good idea," said Grey. "Will you take a few of the X-Men, Scott, in your car?"
"Yes. Now I hope this plan works."
"Trust me," said Lana. "This is going to be the easy part. You haven't been to the mall with Petra."
*
"Let's see," said Kitty, looking at her list for Petra. "We now need to go and get you some. . . pajamas."
"I can't sleep naked?"
Kitty looked at her sharply. "No."
"I was just kidding," said Petra. "You need to loosen up. Anyone would think you were Scarlett, being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. Or, Miss Goody-One- Eyes."
"Well, what kind of pajamas do you want?" asked Kitty.
"Those," replied Petra, pointing to a pair of pale blue satin boxers and matching singlet top. "They'll do."
"All right, grab them." Petra did so. "Now we're done in the lingerie store, now we need to get you some day clothes. And some shoes."
"Yeah," said Petra. "Some running shoes in particular. Not that I'm not digging Miss Perfect's heels or anything, but I like running better than these shoes."
After paying for their purchases in the lingerie store, Kitty and Petra headed for Kitty's favourite section of the mall.
However, there was a slight problem, because of a diversion on the way.
There was a large group of young men, all from Bayville High, standing between Kitty, Petra and their destination.
Kitty looked at the blockade. "I could just phase us through."
Petra laughed. "And where would the fun in that be? No, better this way. Watch, young one, to what the master does."
Petra walked straight for the group, ignoring Kitty's pleas for her to come back. She tapped one of the young men on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said in a very sweet voice, quite unlike her usual 'I'm-better-than-all-of- you-so-get-on-the-ground-and-worship-me-like-the-goddess-I-am' tone. "Do you think you and your friends could perhaps make little path for me? I really would like to get through."
While this was going on, Pietro zoomed up to Kitty. "What is she doing?"
Kitty shrugged her shoulders. "No idea."
One of the young men turned around. He grinned when he saw the scantily clad young woman standing in front of him. "Why should I move?" he asked.
"I thought you were a gentlemen," replied Petra. "Looks like I was wrong."
"I never said I would move," said the guy. "You've just first got to tell me your name."
Pietro smacked a hand to his forehead. "Here we go again."
"Hey, at least it's not you she's hitting on. Or you, hitting on her."
"You tell me your name, first," insisted Petra.
"Duncan Matthews."
"Nice to meet you, Duncan. I'm Petra," she replied with a smile.
"No last name?"
"That's all a guy like you needs to know. For now, anyway." Petra turned around to face Kitty and Pietro. "Hey! You can come now!" she called.
"You know those mutant freaks?" asked another guy.
Petra smiled. "Yeah. I am a mutant, too."
"What's your power?"
"I can move at extreme speeds." Petra grinned. "I like to live life hard and fast."
Duncan did not say anything.
"Ah, well, if you are going to be like that, I'll just be on my way," said Petra. She blew the boys a kiss, then walked over to Kitty and Pietro.
"What was with that?" asked Kitty.
Petra shrugged her shoulders. "They're boys. They are so easy to manipulate," she added, smiling at Pietro, who was quietly fuming, still not forgiving Petra for the whole 'can't you run in heels?' incident.
"Never mind," said Kitty. "Pietro? Have you seen the others around?"
"I saw Daniels and - Daniels down at the skate shop."
"See, now we are going to have to do something abut that," said Kitty. "You can call Evan by his surname, but can you please call Eva by her name?"
"We can do that," said Petra, speaking for both her and her twin. "Not that I like it." Then she brightened. "Shall we go find Daniels and Eva?"
Pietro grinned. "Let's go."