I wish I knew what to write...It's just killing me...I stare at the screen and just don't know what to do...so that's why I'm updating...heh...well, enjoy if you want...
The students were back in the living room, only this time they had a few more guests.
"So, uh, why'd the chicken cross the road?" Toad asked uncomfortably.
The room was also occupied by the Brotherhood and Nucleo's followers. The entire population of the room acted astonishingly friendly to each other, although considering the telepathic reprimand they had just been given, they probably didn't want to start any more trouble.
"To get to the other side?" Allen guessed.
"To die," Ray muttered, "In the rain."
"The chicken didn't cross the road," Ruben insisted, "It was a rooster. He was shot from a cannon and landed in a chicken farm. Then he helped build a plane and helped the chickens escape from the pie machine."
Toad, Allen, and Ray gave him quizzical looks.
"What?" Ruben shrugged, "Haven't you ever seen Chicken Run?"
Nearby, Frank was teaching Blob how to play chess while onlookers, Travis, Pietro, and Carl occasionally made comments.
The twins were pestering a large group with pointless questions.
"So who do you think is more likely to become president?" Shawn asked Mike who was sitting on one of the couches, "Me, or Aaron?"
Next to Mike, Tony and Nyoko sat with Sludge curled up on Nyoko's lap, snoozing. Jubilee had made herself comfortable at the other end of the couch and Kitty, Louis, Melanie, Erin, and Lance were sitting in various armchairs next to the couch.
"If it makes a difference," Jubilee informed them, "Shawn can make himself blend in with stuff and Aaron can turn into animals."
"Well, in that case," Tony spoke up, "Shawn would make a better president."
"He could hide from the press," Louis commented.
"While we're on the subject," Nyoko said, hesitant to start a conversation, "What can you guys do?"
"Melanie can possess your mind," Shawn announced proudly, before anyone else could speak.
"I can make fireworky…stuff," Jubilee explained.
"I can, like, walk through walls and that kind of stuff," Kitty added.
"I can make, um, harmless, pink bubbles," Erin said innocently.
"I'm a human plant," Louis smiled and nodded, a flower growing from the palm of his hand.
"He doesn't get zits," Aaron remarked, picking the flower and sniffing it, "He gets toadstools."
"What can you do?" Shawn asked.
Mike clenched his fist and opened it to reveal a metal ball.
"I create voids," Tony attempted to explain, "Holes in the air."
"I could paralyze you temporarily," Nyoko said, without looking up from stroking Sludge, "Although rather forcefully."
"What do you mean?" Lance asked.
"Maybe I'll demonstrate for you sometime," Nyoko said, closing the conversation.
At a large table, Gambit had opened a game of poker. Paste, Pillbug, and Locust (the normal bunch of card players) were gathered around the table, along with Kyle, Marcus, Jaime, Kurt, Chris, Lorenzo, and Max. Kyle had taken an excessive amount of marbles from a bag under one of the twins' bed. Since none of the players had any money with them, they had decided to use the marbles instead.
"I see your three marbles," Gambit smirked, "And raise you ten more."
"Ten! I fold," Kyle threw his cards to the table as a fly flew past his head.
"Get used to this," Paste informed him, "This is how he always plays."
The fly flew in front of Paste's face. He swung at it with his hands, but missed.
"Doblo," Lorenzo muttered while the fly buzzed around his head.
"If that means 'I fold', then I agree," Kurt threw his cards on the table, while trying to swat the fly with his tail.
The fly suddenly burst into dust as a reddish lightning bolt struck it. It had just flown into Marcus's vicinity.
"Bugs," Marcus grumbled, "I fold."
"Yeah, so do I," Jaime followed suit.
Max, Chris, and Pillbug threw down their cards. Gambit grinned as he took his marbles, "Pair of threes."
Paste slammed his head off the table, "I had a straight!"
"I lost my marbles," Kurt moaned.
Rahne and Roberto walked into the room.
"We didn't hear anything useful," Roberto muttered as the twins looked up eagerly for new information.
"The professor was discussing something," Rahne explained, "but Jean sent us away when she sensed us outside the door."
"Did the professor sound mad?" Bobby asked.
"Not really," Roberto sat down on an armchair. Rahne sat next to him.
"Well, you never really know with the professor," Rogue stood up from the floor and stretched.
Xavier sat at his desk in his office, surrounded by the X-Men. Magneto and Nucleo sat in front of his desk. Xavier had just finished venting his anger on his guests.
"There is another matter I wish to bring up with you," Xavier calmed down a little, "We have recently discovered an organization who we believe is against mutants."
"This is not news to me, Charles," Magneto interrupted, "There have been anti-mutant organizations since the time that they first discovered us."
"Yes, I know," Xavier continued, "But this may be different."
"Professor, maybe I should get the letters," Jean offered, "We may be able to explain better."
"Very well," Xavier nodded and Jean left the room.
The entire population of the living room looked up as Jean walked through the door. They were all bored out of their minds and were eager for some excitement.
"Jubilee, where are the letters?" Jean asked before anyone could say anything.
"Um, I, what letters?" Jubilee stuttered.
"You know what letters I'm talking about," Jean said, "I read your minds in the Meal Room and found out about them."
"Curses!" Ruben clenched his fist dramatically.
The twins stood up.
"Under the bed!" Shawn shouted.
"In the closet!" Aaron yelled at the same time.
They looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down.
"I'll get them," Jubilee grumbled.
Jubilee followed Jean from the room.
"What? No telling off? No punishment?" Travis scratched his head.
"It'll come," Sam said warningly.
Jean walked back into Xavier's office followed by Jubilee who was clutching the letters.
"Ok, you can go back with the other students," Jean said taking the letters.
"I want to stay here," Jubilee protested, "I want to hear some exciting stuff."
Jubilee smiled innocently at the rest of the room's occupants. They just stared back.
"Oh, fine," Jubilee dropped the smile and left the room.
Jean sorted through the letters and took out the more important ones. She split the important letters into two piles and handed them to Magneto and Nucleo.
"Who is this Clark?" Nucleo looked up from one of his letters.
"Obviously some mutant hater," Logan muttered.
"It seems to me, Charles," Magneto stated, "that any slightly observant person would notice if a day's worth of mail went missing."
"Uh, maybe it was a Sunday," Alex shrugged.
Scott started to glare at his brother but thought better of it.
"Perhaps we should take a look at this Mutation Database," Magneto suggested.
Enjoy? I just don't feel as crazy as I used to...I need inspiration...well...have fun...reading...something...I'll probably update soon...since I just don't know what to do...