Disclaimer: I own nothing, at least, I don't own the people in here, the
storyline is completely my doing, can you tell?
Well, here's the next chapter. Just so you know it's a bit "fluffy" I guess might be the word, nothing much happens to propel the plot along, just a bit of socializing. Before I start chattering like a squirrel, here it is.
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X-23 sat in Xavier's study, Jamie sat to her left troubling over some math problem while she stared at words on a page, something about a revolt of some sort but she didn't particularly care at the moment. Reading about the past, to her, was as pointless a reliving all of her training sessions. Why bother her brain puzzling over why these people did what they did, it didn't affect her. She peered over at Jamie's mass of numbers scribbled on the page. 'That', she thought, "makes even less sense.' The Professor told her they would eventually work on her math skills but it too seemed like a hopeless task.
"They're home," she told Jamie. Their reprieve from the boredom of bookwork had come to the tune of clopping shoes on the stairs. She snapped her book closed and set it back on the shelf.
Like all of the other students she was now free to do as she liked. But what was it she wanted to do? Her life had revolved around training sessions, not leisure time. After walking around the Institute grounds for a few hours she found herself exploring the inside, eventually coming to a halt outside the Danger Room. She listened for the sound of people within. Nothing.
With the push of a button the door opened and X-23 walked inside. She realized she didn't have her training clothes with her and shrugged it off. She was curious as to what kind of punishment her new clothes would take. And besides, she wasn't going to overexert herself, just a short session to see what she could do.
X-23 dodged blasters left and right, leaping above the short barriers and landing on top, constantly moving without a moments rest when suddenly it all shut down, depositing a confused X-23 onto the floor. The cause of the disturbance was standing in the doorway. The Asian girl with the yellow coat, Jubilee, looked just as confused as X-23 did. "What are you doing in here? We already had our DR session today," Jubilee told her.
"I was testing out my new clothes."
Jubilee looked at the now damp and singed clothes. "Apparently. Don't you do anything but train?"
"I...don't know what else I should be doing."
"Well, tell ya what. You go shower and change. I'll meet you outside your room in about 45 minutes and then introduce you to some of the things we do for fun. The lessons shall continue throughout this weekend because you have got to get a life, okay?"
"Sure." What was wrong with the training sessions if they kept her busy? Kept her mind off of anything that bothered her? When she trained she lived in the moment, no distractions or she'd get clobbered. What other activity could do that?
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"May I present, DDR Max," Jubilee announced, motioning to the current scene in the rec room. All the new recruits lounged on the seating arrangement near the screen chatting and watching the two occupants of the mats set out in front of the TV.
"Roberto, ye look like a strutting chicken," Rhane laughed, watching him disjointedly stomp on the game pad. Next to him, Ray was quickly skittering around his with great ease, seeming to almost tap dance.
"What exactly is DDR Max," X-23 questioned.
"A video game, but unconventional since you use the pads instead of controllers. Ray bought it about a month ago when he got tired of paying money at the arcade. Since then, every Friday we've been playing it. It's funny since the amount of energy you spend playing probably adds up to another DR session."
"And DDR stands for what? Department of Defense..."
"No, no, no," Jubilee giggled, "Dance Dance Revolution, although some people look more like strutting chickens. You wanna have a go after they're done?"
"Not particularly."
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Hey, Ray!"
"Yeah?"
"Isis and me are going next so you'll have to get your obsessed ass off."
"Fine," he replied, not taking his eyes off the screen and finishing up the song.
"You just put your foot on the corresponding arrows when the scrolling ones hit the top of the screen," Jubilee explained, pulling her onto a mat. "Your screen is on the right, okay?" X-23 nodded. "Okay, this is one of the easiest ones, so it goes nice and slow."
The strange music once again filled the room and the arrows began to scroll up the screen. "Came in from a rainy Thursday, on the avenue," Jubilee sang, easily switching her feet on the pad. X-23 kept glancing back down at her feet, checking where they belonged. She faltered whenever it appeared she had misses one. The game threw out phrases of encouragement when she got 3 steps perfect in a row.
"Very nice," Ray said, as the song finished. "Not bad for your first time, you just need some practice. Who's next up?"
"Me! Me!" Jamie jumped in his seat.
X-23 moved from her pad to allow the boy through when Ray imperiously pointed at her, "Not you," he proclaimed.
"Huh?" X-23 stared at him.
"You stay on for another 2 rounds so you get the hang of it. Jubes, off."
"Aww man," Jubilee sulked. Jamie quickly hopped over to the newly occupied pad and proceeded to scroll through the song menu. "I so rock at this," he said, upping the difficulty on his side and selecting the song.
"What have I done to deserve this," X-23 asked, before once again descending into dance-step hell.
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X-23 was surprised at herself as she helped to put the game away. Not only had she started to enjoy the crazy game but had verbally fought for her turn. Jubilee poked her in the side, causing her to jump, "Hey, Isis, don't forget you promised to leave your weekend plans to me."
"I won't forget."
"Good, 'cause tomorrow we're going to the movies and then to the mall."
"I have already acquired the necessary attire to blend in with the crowd."
Jubilee laughed, "Well, sure we'll browse the shops but the main idea is to possibly hunt down guys. You'll see; it'll be fun."
"Somehow, I doubt that," X-23 remarked.
Well, here's the next chapter. Just so you know it's a bit "fluffy" I guess might be the word, nothing much happens to propel the plot along, just a bit of socializing. Before I start chattering like a squirrel, here it is.
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X-23 sat in Xavier's study, Jamie sat to her left troubling over some math problem while she stared at words on a page, something about a revolt of some sort but she didn't particularly care at the moment. Reading about the past, to her, was as pointless a reliving all of her training sessions. Why bother her brain puzzling over why these people did what they did, it didn't affect her. She peered over at Jamie's mass of numbers scribbled on the page. 'That', she thought, "makes even less sense.' The Professor told her they would eventually work on her math skills but it too seemed like a hopeless task.
"They're home," she told Jamie. Their reprieve from the boredom of bookwork had come to the tune of clopping shoes on the stairs. She snapped her book closed and set it back on the shelf.
Like all of the other students she was now free to do as she liked. But what was it she wanted to do? Her life had revolved around training sessions, not leisure time. After walking around the Institute grounds for a few hours she found herself exploring the inside, eventually coming to a halt outside the Danger Room. She listened for the sound of people within. Nothing.
With the push of a button the door opened and X-23 walked inside. She realized she didn't have her training clothes with her and shrugged it off. She was curious as to what kind of punishment her new clothes would take. And besides, she wasn't going to overexert herself, just a short session to see what she could do.
X-23 dodged blasters left and right, leaping above the short barriers and landing on top, constantly moving without a moments rest when suddenly it all shut down, depositing a confused X-23 onto the floor. The cause of the disturbance was standing in the doorway. The Asian girl with the yellow coat, Jubilee, looked just as confused as X-23 did. "What are you doing in here? We already had our DR session today," Jubilee told her.
"I was testing out my new clothes."
Jubilee looked at the now damp and singed clothes. "Apparently. Don't you do anything but train?"
"I...don't know what else I should be doing."
"Well, tell ya what. You go shower and change. I'll meet you outside your room in about 45 minutes and then introduce you to some of the things we do for fun. The lessons shall continue throughout this weekend because you have got to get a life, okay?"
"Sure." What was wrong with the training sessions if they kept her busy? Kept her mind off of anything that bothered her? When she trained she lived in the moment, no distractions or she'd get clobbered. What other activity could do that?
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"May I present, DDR Max," Jubilee announced, motioning to the current scene in the rec room. All the new recruits lounged on the seating arrangement near the screen chatting and watching the two occupants of the mats set out in front of the TV.
"Roberto, ye look like a strutting chicken," Rhane laughed, watching him disjointedly stomp on the game pad. Next to him, Ray was quickly skittering around his with great ease, seeming to almost tap dance.
"What exactly is DDR Max," X-23 questioned.
"A video game, but unconventional since you use the pads instead of controllers. Ray bought it about a month ago when he got tired of paying money at the arcade. Since then, every Friday we've been playing it. It's funny since the amount of energy you spend playing probably adds up to another DR session."
"And DDR stands for what? Department of Defense..."
"No, no, no," Jubilee giggled, "Dance Dance Revolution, although some people look more like strutting chickens. You wanna have a go after they're done?"
"Not particularly."
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Hey, Ray!"
"Yeah?"
"Isis and me are going next so you'll have to get your obsessed ass off."
"Fine," he replied, not taking his eyes off the screen and finishing up the song.
"You just put your foot on the corresponding arrows when the scrolling ones hit the top of the screen," Jubilee explained, pulling her onto a mat. "Your screen is on the right, okay?" X-23 nodded. "Okay, this is one of the easiest ones, so it goes nice and slow."
The strange music once again filled the room and the arrows began to scroll up the screen. "Came in from a rainy Thursday, on the avenue," Jubilee sang, easily switching her feet on the pad. X-23 kept glancing back down at her feet, checking where they belonged. She faltered whenever it appeared she had misses one. The game threw out phrases of encouragement when she got 3 steps perfect in a row.
"Very nice," Ray said, as the song finished. "Not bad for your first time, you just need some practice. Who's next up?"
"Me! Me!" Jamie jumped in his seat.
X-23 moved from her pad to allow the boy through when Ray imperiously pointed at her, "Not you," he proclaimed.
"Huh?" X-23 stared at him.
"You stay on for another 2 rounds so you get the hang of it. Jubes, off."
"Aww man," Jubilee sulked. Jamie quickly hopped over to the newly occupied pad and proceeded to scroll through the song menu. "I so rock at this," he said, upping the difficulty on his side and selecting the song.
"What have I done to deserve this," X-23 asked, before once again descending into dance-step hell.
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X-23 was surprised at herself as she helped to put the game away. Not only had she started to enjoy the crazy game but had verbally fought for her turn. Jubilee poked her in the side, causing her to jump, "Hey, Isis, don't forget you promised to leave your weekend plans to me."
"I won't forget."
"Good, 'cause tomorrow we're going to the movies and then to the mall."
"I have already acquired the necessary attire to blend in with the crowd."
Jubilee laughed, "Well, sure we'll browse the shops but the main idea is to possibly hunt down guys. You'll see; it'll be fun."
"Somehow, I doubt that," X-23 remarked.
