A/N Behold my swift updatedness!
"Why sing?" Sky asked from her position on the bed. Lying on her own bed, she was reading "It" whilst watching her misunderstood friend who was singing on happily to the radio.
"Because I am enjoying the oddity that they haven't got us any clothes yet they have given us a radio and CD player"
"I like CD players," M.A. responded. "But it IS rather weird... hey, we got a potted plant!" She went over and started messing with it.
Rosie just rolled her eyes and turned up her music.
"Probably because you were about to dig up one of that white haired chicks plants" Rosie muttered and began bouncing on her bed singing at the top of her voice, Destiny's Child Soldier.
Complete with dance routine.
M.A. gave up and fell over laughing. "It's true, it's true," she gasped, pulling herself back up on her bed, "white people CAN'T dance."
Rosie pulled a face at her and M.A. just went on laughing.
"I can dance monkey trash" Rosie said and stuck her tongue out and bounced on the bed, doing a front drop.
Of course she didn't notice, Warren walking in.
This just made M.A. laugh harder as Warren gave Rosie's back a WTF look.
Rosie turned, and, as in the way of all bad things, stopped short, spotting Warren.
"I don't think," M.A. wheezed, "Big Bird likes your dancing much."
"Or he's just spending so much time staring at my arse" Rosie said and giggled, sitting on her bed as she waved at Warren.
Now it was Warren's turn to bluster. "I do NOT," Warren replied, "stare at the asses of girls who aren't even legal."
"Like you are," M.A. cackled, "Bird Boy!"
"I'm 18."
"Daaaayumn," M.A. sighed. "He's a leeeetle too old for me." She smirked at Rosie and elbowed her. "Want him?"
"If he's good" Rosie said and winked. "I'm legal in my country…what's the age limit here" She asked Warren in an interested voice.
"Means he has been staring at your ass he just doesn't want to admit it" M.A. said wisely.
"And it's 18 by the way," M.A. added. "Ah, three years to go... but will I have to deal with old ass-boy over there when I reach it?"
"That totally sucks. In England it's sixteen…but only for girls. There isn't a formal age of consent for boys" Rosie said wisely. Warren watched this exchange with wide eyes as Rosie laughed then bounced on her bed and jumped to M.A.'s then so she was at eye level with Warren.
"Howdee" She said.
"Gah!" Warren cried, pinwheeling backwards.
"Funny, I always pinned him as an 'argh' or a 'squawk' guy, bird thing, y' know," M.A. commented, before both she and Alie dissolved into hysterical giggles.
"Poor birdy" Rosie comforted and ran a hand over Warren's wings with a giggle. "Very cute…do you get money for stuffing this places cushions?"
Warren spluttered and Rosie gave M.A. a mischievous smirk before leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek and bounced back across the beds.
"I'm going to leave now," Warren announced. "Damn me and my attempts to be friendly."
"Buh-Bye now," M.A. and Rosie cried in unison.
Warren slammed the door behind him.
"I think HE'S the one with the last name Grumpy Pants," M.A. informed Alie with a sage nod.
Rosie pouted and giggled "I don't think he likes me very much" She told her friend before she screamed and looked to the window and the plant.
"Holy shit what's the plant doing" She pointed, the plant had grown to amazing proportions and it's creepers were crawling around the curtain rail whilst a tree had effectively began to grow in their room.
M.A. blinked. "I don't have the faintest," she said, trying to calm the plants.
"This is TOO weird," Rosie mumbled, backing up. To her surprise the tendrils of the plant followed her as well. "What in blue bloody hell is going on!"
Of course, being only outside the door Warren burst in and saw that Alie and M.A. were rapidly being assaulted by their new friends.
Alie, was resisting the plants advances yet one was twined around her ankle and another around her wrist and the blooms were causing her to sneeze rapidly.
M.A. however was tickling a plant like a puppy and had a beautifatic smile on her face.
"That," Rosie whispered, "is an excellent question."
"You know, it's odd," M.A. commented, completely oblivious. "I have allergies, but this isn't bothering me at all... oh, hi, Big Bird!"
"Okay Mr Angel dude if I say I'll persuade you that I'll behave can you get these plants the hell away from me" She began to whimper as the plants twined around her hands and her neck, tightening.
Of course M.A. was not paying attention, she was giggling and talking to the plants.
Warren blinked at her. "What did you DO?"
"Don't ask me," Rosie snapped. "Ask her!" She pointed at M.A., who waved.
"Need summat, Big Bird?" He pointed at Rosie, obviously still pissed by the nickname. "Oh, stop that!" M.A. cried, pointing at the vines. Chastened, they immediately released their grip. "...How in blue bloody hell did I DO that!"
"Plausible question," Rosie muttered, rubbing her arms.
"Erm…big bird" Rosie asked tentatively. "I don't actually know your real name…"
"Warren" He replied shortly and blinked at the vines who were twining around the furniture and other things. M.A. had broken out of her brief lapse into sanity and returned to humming and petting the plants.
Warren and Rosie made a quick get away.
After a moment or so of walking in silence towards the prof's office, Rosie took a deep breath, and did something that obviously pained her. "Uh... Bi-WARREN, sorry I've been such a jerk. But it's been weird and M.A.'s been encouraging me and all..." She trailed off, seeing the look Warren was giving her.
After a second of the WTF look, Warren shrugged. "Ok."
Rosie let out a deep breath and was spared having to say anything by their arrival at the prof's office.
"Erm Captain- I mean Professor Xavier" Rosie said and walked into the office at the Professor's nod.
"M.A.'s gone nuts, our rooms becoming a jungle and basically she's purring over plants and I'm getting really freaked" She said in a fast breath and the Professor nodded.
"It's as I thought, she's developing gifts as the rest of us did. She is in fact a mutant."
"Oh, great," Warren muttered, face palming.
The professor frowned at him. "I'll go and help sort her out."
"Good," Rosie agreed, nodding fervently.
"Now excuse me while I go and hide in a corner" Rosie said in a miserable voice as she drifted off and the professor wheeled off to talk to M.A.
"Right" Warren said and followed her.
"Hello, professor head," said M.A. cheerfully. She was trying to sweep all of the plants out of her room. "Since this seems to bother everyone, I'm trying to get them out of here but they just... won't... GO!" Those last three words were accented with pushing
"We believe you have developed mutant powers like the rest of the institute's inhabitants" The Prof said in a serious voice and M.A. replied with "Ooo really? Nifty"
She then paused and tilted her head, concentrating. The plants receded slightly and she asked "Where's Rosie?"
"She's, ah... hiding," said the professor, giving an extending vine a nervous look.
"Cut that out," said M.A., crooking her finger at it. The vine came back. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." She continued to shove the plants out of the window, adding, "Does Rosie have these freaky powers yet, then?"
"She hasn't shown any signs..."
"But…that's not fair" M.A. protested and glared at the Prof as if it was his fault.
"But she may develop later, for all we know she has already have gifts but they aren't as…" he coughed "ostentatious as yours"
"Wow, big word," said M.A., impressed, as she ushered the last of the plants out and over the balcony. She brushed off her hands, looking quite pleased with herself. "That's that... now what?"
We cut to a slumped Rosie in front of the infirmary staring at her hands and the bruises that were forming around her wrists in the form of twining vines in purple and blue.
"Jeez, that really did a number on you, didn't it," Warren commented, glancing at them.
"If 'number' means that they really, REALLY hurt, then, yes, she did one HELL of a number on me."
"We could probably find something to make it stop hurting" He offered and Rosie shrugged.
"They'll be too busy dealing with M.A. I don't mind. I'll just chill here and wait till they notice me again"
"Good plan."
Of course, Rosie had to add (with a slight smirk on her face) "Mainly because I don't trust you or me not to pick something that'll kill me..."
Warren made a face. "Did you have to say that?" He said in a plantative voice.
"What can I say? I'm a romantic" Rosie shrugged and slumped down the trace the patterns on her arms.
We cut back to M.A. who was finally saying goodbye to the plants who were reluctantly returning to their original size and garden. "Where's Rosie?" She asked the Prof who searched the institute.
"She's near the infirmary…talking to Warren. "
M.A. smirked and the professor pretended not to notice the nasty edge. "Best pop off and see if she's dead, eh wot?" she suggested, purposely mocking Alie's accent.
"Er... yes... that would probably be wise," the professor agreed.
This was a little pointless, since M.A. was already halfway down the hallway.