Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.
DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.
Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.
Universe: Misfit-Verse
Fashion Rising
Two days later Linka and Wheeler were hanging out at Xavier's talking with Peter and Kitty about the instability of their relationship. Unfortunately Clotho was also in the building and had a complete nervous breakdown when she found out that Lance and Kitty had broken up yet again.
"Think she'll be ok?" Kitty asked with a worried glance.
"Oh, she'll be fine; she just needs a representative…" Perfection smiled, right before Clotho knocked him out with a punch.
"Maybe a few dozen!" DM said as he and Wraith tackled the maddened Scion to the ground
"I can see a few dozen being the answer." Wheeler smiled.
Perfection groaned as he got up. "Jeez, Clo, watch where you swing that thing will you?"
"KILL! KILL!" Clotho shrieked, "MAKE THE MADNESS STOP!"
"Ok, time out for the Lesser-Scion." Perfection frowned and snapped his fingers. Clotho disappeared in a puff of perfume smoke.
"Thanks." Kitty said.
"Don't thank me." Perfection said calmly.
"Why not?" Peter asked warily.
"Because she's flipping out from the whole love triangle thing." Perfection explained, "Even Jean's lessons on not reading minds can't stop empathy and that's what she uses a whole lot more of."
"Basically, think of her as a larger, hormone driven version of HoME." Wraith smiled, "You remember him, don't you?"
"Yeah, he was cute, but I'm glad he's back home now." Kitty said and then she blushed, "Although, I guess we really should work this whole thing out, huh?"
"Excuse me." Peter said as he got, a wave of anger could be felt off of him.
"What's wrong big-man?" Wheeler asked.
"I need to hurt things." Peter grumbled as he walked off, only to have a worried Kitty follow him.
"This won't end well." DM predicted.
"Those clothes are so… ugh…" Perfection's attention had shifted to the usual gear that the Planeteers always had on. "Bland, repulsive and boring, how do you guys even have parties?"
"We have a shaky friendship with a crazy multi-dimensional being." Wheeler responded in his usual sarcastic tone.
"Oh, I can't believe I've neglected you guys for so long…" Perfection's eyes got slightly teary, "Please forgive me."
"You know, you haven't done anything about the fashion here either." Wraith smiled evilly.
"WRAITH!" DM chided his friend with a newspaper to the back of the head that knocked the poltergeist's coffee to the ground. "Oh shit…"
"Start runnin'." Wraith growled as DM took off like a human Daffy Duck.
"You know, he's right." Perfection said, completely ignoring the mayhem that had started forming around him, "I've completely ignored the fashion faux pas in this world, I must save this world from itself!" Perfection warped into a superhero like costume with "Fashion Dude" written across his chest and he was about to blast off when Wanda came waltzing in and yanked him to the ground by his ear.
"No, bad boyfriend, bad." Wanda wagged her finger at him.
"That's it; I'm not letting Brian (1) near any of my friends anymore." Perfection groaned as he got up. "But if I can't save the world, then I'll have to save the Planeteers!"
"Yeah, well before you do that you might want to save DM from Wraith's wrath." Wanda said calmly right a giant beam of light, accompanied by one of DM's war cries, passed through the hallway behind her.
"Oh, they're big boys." Perfection smiled as a million energy blades pierce the walls around them and narrowly missed everyone. "They can take care of themselves."
"I was more concerned about everyone else to tell the truth." Wanda admitted as DM and Wraith met in a clash of melee combat behind her.
"Oh, don't worry they'll behave." Perfection smiled as the two friends disarmed eachother and began to wildly attack the other. "Right guys?"
DM and Wraith both turned to look at the couple. DM, with a sheepish smile on his face, just nodded. Wraith on the other hand gave what could only be his version of "the bird" and was promptly flattened by a safe along with DM.
"I swear those two get into more pointless arguments than anyone I've ever met." Karma said as she appeared above the safe.
"Right…" Perfection said as he quickly pulled a sketch pad from nowhere and began to scribble indiscriminately. "FASHION SHOW TIME!"
"Fashion show?" Pietro zipped in immediately and was quickly followed by most of the X-Girls, Lina and Angelica and for some reason Xi and Rina.
"Yes indeedily!" Perfection smiled, "But first we nee a catwalk and stage."
"Done!" Pietro said as he zoomed off to build.
"Next we need a few models, both male and female, about three for each Planeteers sizes." Perfection looked over most of the girls, but only picked out four. "Jean and Rogue you look like you could fit into something for Linka."
"OH PICK ME!" Amara grabbed Perfection by the collar and nearly knocked him out.
"ACK!" Perfection chocked out. "Get her off!"
Rina acted immediately and quickly pried Amara's hands free from her captive.
"You know what; you look like you'd do for Gi's look, same with you Althea." Perfection smiled.
"Oh, no…" Althea waved her hands in objection, "Not me."
"Nor me." Rina said as she turned to leave.
"Aw, come on!" Perfection was disappointed, "It's either two people who can do it with out getting into a cat-fight, or some of these other loonies!" The other girls took an immediate offense and turned to leave in a huff.
"Great, now we have no choice." Althea groaned.
"Actually, now that I get a better look you are too small for the job." Perfection tapped his chin. "Where are Jinx and Cover-Girl?"
"Are you kidding me?" Althea asked, "Cover-Girl wouldn't be able to fit into something for Gi."
"No, but she was a model, so she might know a few people." Perfection pointed out.
"This is going to end badly." Rina said darkly.
"Is there any other way?" Althea groaned.
"Well, we could put a stop to it altogether by taking out its organizer." Rina said flatly.
"I like the way you think." Althea admitted. "But I don't think that's a wise idea."
"Nor do I." Rina turned to leave, but was quickly warped into the back yard.
"What just happened here?" Linka asked in confusion.
"I think Perfection's gonna make us new clothes." Wheeler took a guess.
"Oh, ok." Linka said as the other Planeteers appeared from no where.
"Do we want to know?" Gi asked in confusion as she looked around.
"Perfection's making use some new clothes." Wheeler explained. "We think."
"Oh, that's it?" Gi breathed a sigh of relief.
A few hours later the X-Men, Misfits and Planeteers were gathered in the backyard of Xavier's Mansion where Pietro and DM had constructed a fully functional and powered stage and runway. Xavier did not ask any questions, Hawk didn't ask any questions and Logan immediately got the booze. Shipwreck showed up shortly after that.
"Aren't they supposed to be your role models?" Kwame asked in confusion.
"Yeah, but even they need ways to forget stuff like this." Arcade said with a smile. "Besides, it gives us leverage for future outings and such."
"What?" Kwame was shocked. "You mean blackmail?"
"Sure do." Arcade said proudly.
"All right sit down you little demons from hell." Ash took the stage in a red tux and a newly modified gauntlet. "We are all here because one of those inter-dimensional lunatics wants to give the Planeteers a new look. So with out further time away from the booze, let's get this show on the road. First up are the models for Ma-ti."
"Wow, could this be anymore red-neck?" Lance asked with a chuckle, the opening of a beer can from behind him answered the question and left him in a fit of tears.
Perfection then took the stage and introduced the first model. "First we have Bobby coming down the runway in a stunning Planeteer traditional look, but wait this new looks is imitation leather of the highest quality and comes equipped with pockets large enough to hold any number of detective novels."
Bobby came strutting down the with a large grin on his face and just as he reached the end of the runway a large stream of shaving cream covered him from head to toe. He stood in a shocked daze.
"Okay…" Perfection ignored the occurrence, "Next we have Roberto in a khaki traditional style, with some slight alterations."
Roberto came down the runway in a very professional manner, dressed in Khaki cargo shorts, a cargo vest and a sleeveless shirt. The Planeteer logo was also on the bottom of the left leg instead of the middle of the shirt.
"Oh…" Ma-ti cooed. "I like that."
"SOLD!" Perfection shouted as Ma-ti's clothes shifted their design.
"Next we have Kwame's selection. Or we would if he hadn't insisted on not changing his look." Perfection grumbled as he tossed a blank index card away.
Kwame received several glares from his teammates and the Misfits.
"What?" He asked in confusion. "I prefer practicality over fashion."
"Next we have Gi's designs." Perfection smiled, "First we have Rina modeling a Karma-Wear original."
When Rina did not take the stage Perfection merely shrugged.
"I'm not coming out." Rina growled from the rear.
"Oh come on, I'm sure you look lovely." Perfection reassured her. "Now please show us."
"Karma made it, I'm not coming out." Rina said flatly.
Perfection then walked behind the stage, shrieked and walked back out.
"Rina is excused, and Karma is no longer allowed to make clothes for anyone but herself." Perfection said. "So next up is Jinx, in a Maximoff Original, designed by Pietro himself."
Jinx immediately walked out on stage, but everyone could tell she was nervous.
"Jinx is wearing knee length blue jeans, a one piece swimsuit for all occasions and a mid-riff t-shirt, in this fashion travesty from the eighties. The Planeteer symbol in this mangled piece is located on the back of the shirt." Perfection said dully.
"Well, I like the pants." Gi admitted.
"And onto another original design, this one by Amara." Perfection said as he transformed Jinx's clothes. "Now as you can see in this design Gi's traditional shorts become Daisy Dukes and are now purple; the jacket now is denim instead of khaki and is a bright blue coloring. The shirt is now a bright red instead of pink and the symbol is now above the right breast pocket."
"Oh…" Gi's eyes went wide with pleasure. "I like it!"
"AND SOLD!" Perfection shouted once more as Gi's clothes changed.
"Can I have the pants from the other one though?" Gi asked.
"No prob." Perfection said as she got her new pants.
"I like my new clothes." Gi smiled.
"And next is Wheeler." Perfection said. "We only have one design for him."
"Great." Wheeler muttered. "What is it?"
"I think you should just take it with out seeing the model." Perfection said in a serious tone. "Pietro wanted to model it."
Wheeler stared blankly for a few seconds. "I'll take it."
Wheeler's jacket transformed into a large overcoat that went to his knees and his jeans pants became slightly shorter. His shirt changed from green to black and the symbol of the Planeteers remained in the center of it, while another one appeared on the left shoulder of his coat.
"Hey, not bad." Wheeler commented. "Who made it?"
Perfection thought for a second before answering. "Lance's invisible coyote."
"WHAT!" Lance shrieked, "I'll kill him!"
"Lance's invisible coyote…" Wheeler repeated. "I keep forgetting about that…"
"Really, I wish I could forget about him." Lance grumbled as a walking talking coyote appeared in the seat next to him. "Oh great and me with out my pills…"
"Like those would do you any good." The Coyote said smugly.
"And moving on to Linka, we first have Jean." Perfection said as he kept an eye on Lance chatting with the air. "Jean is dressed in a large overcoat, with Linka's traditional Daisy Dukes…" Perfection covered the microphone and leaned to DM.
"What is it with these guys and Daisy Dukes?" He asked his friend.
"I wish I knew." DM chuckled.
Perfection went back to his job, "Under the overcoat we have a blue arm length shirt with a Planeteer symbol over each breast…" Perfection looked at the back stage in exasperation. "K2, eject Bobby from the design team!" A second later Bobby went flying into the mansion's pool, he was still covered in shaving cream.
Linka was speechless, as were the others in the audience.
"Moving on to a more favorable design, Rogue models her own take." Perfection said as Rogue came out. "Rogue has traded in Linka's traditional vest for what appears to be Wheeler's old jacket. The Daisy Duke shorts have become full length pants and the shoes are now less offensive to the eyes as they are now hiking boots made from faux leather. The shirt remains blue, only now its sky blue with the symbol on the right shoulder of the shirt and jacket."
"Oh, I'll take it!" Linka smiled happily.
"I was wondering what happened to my Slinky." Wheeler said aloud.
"Slinky?" Arcade asked in confusion.
"My jacket." Wheeler said. "We've been through a lot."
"Riiiiight…" Perfection said from the stage. "Anyway, one more to go."
"What?" Kwame asked in confusion. "Certainly you don't mean..."
"Sure do, now bring him out." Perfection grinned evilly.
"P, don't bother we know he won't change his look." DM said as he got on stage.
"Aw… but I made all these great new designs…" Perfection whimpered.
"Come on you." Wanda said as she pulled Perfection away from the stage, "Dance Contest tonight, remember?"
"Oh!" Perfection perked up as he warped himself and Wanda into their dance attire. "We're off!"
"I must say this event was a lot tamer than I expected." Xavier said as he wheeled up to the Planeteers, Hawk and the others not far behind.
"I understand that, but why would you drink in front of your students?" Kwame asked.
"It is, unfortunately, not anything new to them." Xavier groaned. "But it is also something we don't normally do. Tonight was special."
"Why?" Linka asked, "Because my dear I have the lovely news that I am getting a few more students, one of which is already dead if I understand her powers correctly. That and Kirby decided to devour the entire hidden lounge."
"What?" The Planeteers asked in a united state of shock.
"It is a long story." Xavier groaned as the small pink puff came walking into the backyard, walked over to a potted tree and promptly threw up into it. "A very long story."
1: Brian Griffin is my muse..
