Poor thing never stood a chance against a perturbed goddess. Within minutes of rising, the perfect sunny day was turning into a bleak and foggy haze. It made Ororo grin fiendishly to have ruined something so good and pure. She slid out of bed and called up a small shower to water her plants and freshen up after sleeping.
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Kitty and Piotr were making breakfast together; which of course meant there was a lot of Kitty calling him her lackey and telling him to crack eggs. Not that Piotr minded. The younger girl fascinated him on a level he almost didn't understand. Being an artist, it was familiar ground. SO he happily cracked and beat eggs, watching the sky shift from sunny and bright to dismal and gloomy. He looked at Kitty who hardly noticed the shift, her attitude as cheerful as the day had formerly been.
Rogue staggered in, hissing at the light. She was wrapped in Remy's trench coat, and had a small smile on her face, despite the fact that she was cursing at the light.
Kitty gave her an amused look. "Have fun last night?"
Rogue sat down and sighed in a contented fashion. "Five."
Kitty blinked. "Five wha- oh, wow."
Rogue nodded and blushed. "Hungry."
Piotr chuckled and retrieved a box of pop-tarts from the cupboard. "I think that you'll be wanting to go back, yes?" The answer was only a nod. "I thought so. Tell Remy that he needs to be careful, friction burns can be nasty."
No friction burn in the world, no matter its placement could compare to the glare Rogue gave Piotr as she went back to Remy's room. Kitty chuckled and sat down in the chair Rogue had vacated. "Yano, I think this is good for her. The girl needed some physical lovin' bad." Kitty paused and thought, motioning for Piotr to turn the eggs. "I think we could all use some, honestly."
Piotr stopped mid-turn and looked at Kitty in curiosity. Kitty blushed. "Love, I mean, not sex. . .yeah, um. . .eggs?"
Piotr grinned and filled the plates Kitty had set on the table. "Eggs."
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Rogue realized halfway back that she had, in effect, been mocked for nothing. Never one to give up, she stormed back to the Kitchen, hell bent on completing her pop-tart reconnaissance. After all, woman can not live on sex alone, no matter how filling it might seem at first.
Unfortunately, Ororo had decided it was time for all angry weather controllers to have some tea. She realized, somewhere, that her emotions were far beyond her control, and she hated that. In fact, that made her very cranky indeed. However, she knew the tea would help her calm down and think.
Up until the point where she saw Rogue stalking toward the kitchen wearing only Remy's trench coat. Outside the slightly overcast day became a raging thunderstorm, with lightning striking all around the institute.
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Forge looked up from his workbench. "I sense a disturbance in the force," he proclaimed, before reaching for a remote. "House bot, close all windows and barricade all doors."
Then he went back to today's nifty doodad, humming the Star Wars theme.
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Rogue found herself, once again, sitting listening to the evils and horrors of sex. Ororo was going hellfire and brimstone on Rogue, which surprised the young southern girl, since she generally figured anyone who went around calling herself a goddess had no room to talk about sinning.
"Pay attention to me, Rogue. I'm trying to save you from yourself." Ororo demanded, once she realized Rogue's attention was flagging. Rogue snorted and stood up, tired of all the crap that had surrounded her being able to touch. It was to be a famous last stand, a monumental defense of the teenage right to experiment.
It was to be short lived, since the moment Rogue got within reach, Ororo snatched the collar and threw it against the wall. it shattered in a splat of red that smelled vaguely fruity. Instantly Ororo's demeanor changed.
"Oh my goodness." She said, in utter shock. "Rogue I. . . I'm so sorry. . . Please forgive me, I don't know what came over me. . ."
Now, as so often happens, a crowd had gathered in the hallway outside. Not everybody was as interested in the emotional drama taking place. Specifically, Rahne went over and changed into her lupine form, sniffing the contents of the collar. "Gatorade?"
It was one of those classic moments, where the plot seems to skip like a scratched record. You can hear the interference as both Ororo and Rogue said "what?" at the exact same time.
"Red Gatorade. Huh."
Ororo took a deep breath, and dismissed the storms. "I apologize immensely, Rogue." She said once again, before exiting. Rogue stared after her, and even managed to pick up the pieces of the broken collar before the emotional reaction set in. Luckily for the other students, months of training in the danger room had taught them a valuable lesson. That is, they fled and closed the door behind them as soon as Rogue picked up the shattered remains of the improbability drive. To this day, the shards of titanium are still lodged in the wall. Well, they would be, anyway, if the Institutes hadn't blown up again one week later.
The sound of Rogue's scream of rage and bitterness was loud enough to reach all the aboveground portions of the institute. Kitty and Piotr looked up from their eggs, Kitty with a sad and worried expression, and Piotr looking like he might wet himself.
Remy was dozing lightly when the scream reached him. As soon as he heard it, he knew two things. It was Rogue's (he only knew this because Rogue was not only surprisingly uninhibited in bed, but also very, very loud), and it meant bad things for him. So, with all the swiftness his fatigued and drowsy body could muster, he stumbled blearily toward the scream, grumbling.
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