Rahne
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Stop eating my sesame cake!"
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ACT 6 - An invitation
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Rahne is sitting bored in Mystique's office when the woman in question walks back in
"Okay, Missy", says Mystique, "I don't want you ever to do this again, so you're gonna scrub every inch of this dump...with this"
She produces an old toothbrush
"I could do it, but I'm super fast, not that I would", Pietro gives a sniff, "...my delicate hands don't do cleaning"
"Glad you're back?", smiles Mystique.
"Yes, Miss Darkholme", says Rahne with a sigh.
Rahne reaches of the toothbrush and Mystique pulls it back
"Liar!", she says, "What have I always taught you?"
"Always say 'no'?", tries Rahne
"On track, people!", snaps Pietro.
"Never tell a lie", sighs Rahne.
"That's right", smiles Mystique
"Pot, kettle, black", smirks Pietro.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and Storm walks in, carrying a small file folder.
"...Oh joy, a billionaire's assistant", mutters Storm, "all because of one copy of Ultimate X-Men, that doesn't even matter anymore"
"Yup, gotta love the way Todd Fan's mind works", says Pietro, "plus the Loro in it made her cry. She's hoping now you've adopted Forge's punk look, you'll have a Romeo and Juliet thing"
"The woman's obsessed!", cries Storm.
"I don't mind", shrugs Forge, "I only get two women ever, anyway"
"Excuse me", says Storm, "I was told I'd find a Miss Darkholme here?"
"And who might you be?", asks Mystique.
"I'm Ororo Munroe", says Storm with a pleasant smile, "The City Board of Orphans said..."
Storm goes over to take Mystique's hand, but at the mention of 'Board of Orphans' Mystique panics
"Look, it was all a mistake", she cries, "Somehow, Rahne got in the laundry basket. And..well, one thing led to another, and I had to call the cops. Please don't fire me!"
Storm blinks a few times
"I think you must have me confused with someobody else", she says pointedly.
Mystique arches a brow, before realisation dawns, she gives a scoff
"Oh, I get it", says Mystique, "Uh, listen, honey, if you're peddlin' beauty products, I don't need any"
"Considering you're a shapeshifter", says Storm, "I find that believeable..."
"BRING IT ON!", screams Mystique.
"Ladies", says Pietro.
"Nah, let 'em fight", says Forge, grabbing a bucket of popcorn.
Mystique walks over, opening the door to show Storm out
"Miss Darkholme, I do not 'peddle' anything", sniffs Storm, "I'm personal secretary to Mr. Warren Worthington".
Mystique's. Jaw. Drops. She closes the door
"The Warren Worthington?", she asks
"Yes", smirks Storm
"The richest man in the world?", asks Mystique
"Tee hee", says Warren, from backstage.
"Yes", sighs Storm, "The Board of Orphans sent me here to extend Mr Worthington's personal invitation to an orphan to spend the holidays in his home"
"I'm an orphan!", grins Mystique, "I can be ready in five minutes"
0.O, says Warren.
"An orphan child", says Storm, sitting at Mystique's desk and smiling at Rahne, "Perhaps a child like this one"
"Great idea", says Rahne, ". I'm a child and I'm an orph..."
Mystique suddenly drags Rahne to her side
"A liar!", she shouts, "Rahne 'aint no orphan. She's my little girl and she's nothing but trouble"
"...There's not much of a resemblance...", frowns Storm, "That seems hard to believe"
"Look, you can have any orphan in the join", pleads Mystique, "only you can't have Rahne"
"If this has something to do with the laundry or the police", says Storm, "perhaps the Board of Orphans should know..."
Mystique stares at her before sighing, letting Rahne go.
"She's all yours", she snaps, "Merry Christmas"
"Good", Storm passes over some papers to sign, which she does grudgingly, "If you'll just sign the paperwork and get Rahne's coat".
"Coat?", asks Mystique, "Why would a kid need a coat?"
"Not all children are born with fur, you know", says Storm pointedly, "We'll buy you one at Bergdorf's on the way uptown"
"Really?", asks Rahne, wide-eyed,
"Yeah", smiles Storm, "I like to splash around with money that isn't mine"
"Bergdorf's?", asks Mystique, "Well, 'aint we fancy?"
Storm and Rahne leave Mystique's office, walking into the girls who, once again, have been eavesdropping
"You'll never guess what happened!", grins Rahne, "I get to go away for Christmas!"
The girls cheer
"Bye Rahne! Bye!"
The girls run ahead to wave Rahne off, as Mystique groans, leaning on the doorway of her office
Some women are drippin' with diamonds
Some women are drippin' with pearls
Lucky me, lucky me
Look at what I'm drippin' with
Liiiiiiiittttllllllee
Giiiiirrrrlllss!
She SLAMS the door to her office.
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