Mariko
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"Don't rush me sonny. You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles."

Mariko grinned at Kurt's impression and made a mental note to add 'dork' to her assessment of him.

"Gott, that would definitely take the prize for codenames. Headbutt Man, with the uncanny mutant ability to do impressions. Maybe he doesn't need makeup for any of his roles. "

"Headbutt Man?" Mariko mused, gazing up towards the ceiling with a grin. "Kind of lame. I'm thinking more along the lines of Dr Headbutt. Or Professor. Either works," she decided as she helped herself to a handful of popcorn.

"Nah. Nothing beats Schlong the One-Eyed Monster."

Mariko snickered, forcing her to hold a hand over her mouth to stop her from spraying popcorn over Kurt and Rogue. "Schlong the One Eyed Monster? He sounds... scary?" Scary was as good a word as any, if only because she honestly had no idea how it sounded. Other than phallic. She had a vague impression that was slang she didn't know and that speaking up would be kind of unnecessary.

"Ever wonder, if there's anyone out there with some totally lame power like peeing in technicolor or growing their hair superfast?"

It could have worked the other way, too; growing your hair in technicolour. Or peeing superfast.

"I'd pay to see someone piss the rainbow."

Mariko just grinned as Rogue chimed in, before nodding. "I'll be honest," she said slowly, feigning seriousness, "I think you've got something there, but it's lacking." As she outlined, her plans, her hands drew a landscape in the air, inviting Kurt and Rogue to share her vision. "I kind of feel like it could use something more. I'm seeing music, I'm seeing someone burping the national anthem as accompaniment." She paused and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure whose, but I think yours would be easier," she said with a nod towards Rogue. "I don't know how the German one goes though," she said, clutching her hands together against her chest as she glanced apologetically at Kurt. There could have been another apology coming if she had his accent wrong.

Kurt
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"Headbutt Man?" Mariko mused, gazing up towards the ceiling with a grin. "Kind of lame. I'm thinking more along the lines of Dr Headbutt. Or Professor. Either works," she decided as she helped herself to a handful of popcorn and Kurt nearly choked laughing at the idea of Professor Headbutt...a state of affairs that didn't improve much when Rogue tossed in her two cents.

"Nah. Nothing beats Schlong the One-Eyed Monster." Oh. Dear. Gott. She'd told him about that one from some weirdass mutant fansite she'd found on the internet, and he was almost tempted to brave the horrors of navigating cyberspace to check it out. He wasn't really sure he wanted to see what the unwashed masses were saying about them, but it might be worth it just to see all the sorry excuses for codenames someone had dreamed up for them.

"Schlong the One Eyed Monster? He sounds... scary?"

"Terrifying," Kurt agreed, burying his face in his hands as he beat Rogue lightly on the leg with his tail. "And you're so lucky I wasn't eating," he added, mock-glaring at her...and then sticking his tongue out at her for emphasis. "I probably would have choked and then you would have been stuck doing the Heimlich on me."

"Ever wonder, if there's anyone out there with some totally lame power like peeing in technicolor or growing their hair superfast?" he asked as he finally managed to stop laughing long enough to risk eating more popcorn.

"I'd pay to see someone piss the rainbow." Rogue answered after only a moment's thought and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in bemused disbelief.

"You know, that might be one of the more disturbing things you've ever said - mostly because I think I believe you," he shot back before filling his mouth with popcorn.

Mariko just grinned as Rogue chimed in, before nodding. "I'll be honest," she said slowly, feigning seriousness, "I think you've got something there, but it's lacking." Munching contentedly on his popcorn, Kurt watched her wave her hands about animatedly as she delineated her 'vision'.

"I kind of feel like it could use something more. I'm seeing music, I'm seeing someone burping the national anthem as accompaniment." She paused and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure whose, but I think yours would be easier," she said with a nod towards Rogue. "I don't know how the German one goes though."

He blinked at her for a moment, processing the fact that she was, apparently, proposing rainbow-piss based performance art. How very disturbing...he just might be in love...

"Ach, you're not missing much," he informed her with a cheerfully dismissive wave of one hand. "I barely know it either. Now Die Bayernhymne is an entirely different story," he added, grinning. Good Bavarian boy that he was he was entirely more attached to that than the gutted remnants of the German anthem. Still, for her purposes there might be some better options, "but despite the...dignity...that an anthem might give the performance, I'm thinking that maybe Somewhere Over the Rainbow or Rainbow Connection might be more appropriate, ja?"

Rogue
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Professor Headbutt. Now that she thought about it, Xavier did have a rather large head as well... Still, the best codename she'd ever heard was the one that had been assigned to Scott by the douchebags that populated the big mutant fansite. Normally, she couldn't stand them. But she felt like it was a good idea to give whoever came up with that name a big hug. Then a slap, for calling her Vampyra. Mariko seemed amused by the name as well, and Kurt smacked her with his tail.

"And you're so lucky I wasn't eating. I probably would have choked and then you would have been stuck doing the Heimlich on me." She snorted. That would have been entertaining. "What makes you think I'd do that, Fuzzbutt?"

And then, the conversation turned. Next thing she knew, she was praising the coolness of technicolor pissing. Which, really, would be interesting to see. Not just for the exposure to the naughty bits. "You know, that might be one of the more disturbing things you've ever said - mostly because I think I believe you."

She nodded. "Good. Because you show me someone who can do that and I'm first in line to check it out." She lifted her drink to her mouth as Mariko added in her two cents. "I'll be honest," she said slowly, feigning seriousness, "I think you've got something there, but it's lacking." She raised an eyebrow. What could possibly be lacking? Technicolor urination in itself felt like a pretty whole idea.

"I kind of feel like it could use something more. I'm seeing music, I'm seeing someone burping the national anthem as accompaniment." She paused and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure whose, but I think yours would be easier," she said with a nod towards Rogue. "I don't know how the German one goes though." It was all she could do to keep from spraying soda out of her nose. Of all of the new kids they'd gotten that day, Mariko was her official favorite. That wasn't saying much, though, since the only other one as far as she knew was Pyro. Still, though, Mariko was cool.

She crossed the room for a tissue and blew her nose, frowning at the bit of makeup that came off. By the time she returned to the couch, Kurt was done talking about German songs and had moved on. "But despite the...dignity...that an anthem might give the performance, I'm thinking that maybe Somewhere Over the Rainbow or Rainbow Connection might be more appropriate, ja?"

She reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn, nodding. "Or anything by the Village People."

Nothing screamed rainbow quite like the Village People.

Mariko
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"Ach, you're not missing much. I barely know it either. Now Die Bayernhymne is an entirely different story."

Frowning, Mariko opened her mouth to tell Kurt that she had no idea what he was talking about. A moment's reconsideration, however and she quickly decided that it probably couldn't be that interesting. Promptly, she snapped her mouth shut again. Fortunately, Kurt didn't seem to notice; instead, he just continued talking.

"but despite the...dignity...that an anthem might give the performance, I'm thinking that maybe Somewhere Over the Rainbow or Rainbow Connection might be more appropriate, ja?"

"Or anything by the Village People."

"The who?" Mariko asked quickly. There were a lot of Western bands she did know, but the Village people were not one of them.

She waited a moment for an answer, before turning her attention back to Kurt. "Yeah and if we ever took the act to London, we could use London calling by The Clash," she deadpanned, before continuing, "we don't have to be so literal," she teased, poking her tongue out. She paused as an epiphany hit her. "Besides, I have the perfect piece." She held up her hands to call for quiet. "The Anvil Chorus," she said as though it was the most important thing she'd ever said. "Shush, shush, shush," she said, still holding up her hands to try to forestall any arguments, "don't think," she continued, clenching one hand into a fist as she gazed downwards as if summoning some deep emotion, "just feel."

Giggling ever so slightly, Mariko glanced at the TV, seeking some reassurance that she wasn't actually debating the best music to pee the rainbow to. "I have no idea what's going on in this movie," she said abruptly.

Kurt
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She snorted at the suggestion she might have had to do the Heimlich on him and he shot her a reasonable facsimile of a thoroughly hurt look as she asked, "What makes you think I'd do that, Fuzzbutt?"

"I'm crushed, absolutely crushed," he informed her. "And brushing might be the only cure for it," he added with a wink before commenting on her disturbing interest in rainbow piss..

She nodded. "Good. Because you show me someone who can do that and I'm first in line to check it out."

"Y'know," he commented to no one in particular, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back to look up at the ceiling. "I'm starting to think maybe I should check the boys' bathrooms and locker room for any conveniently placed holes..."

Mariko was well into her epiphany about anthems and technicolor urine, though, and his comment was lost as Rogue snorted her soda out her nose at the image and he and Mariko moved on to discussing the possible musical accompaniment for that kind of cutting edge performance art.

"Or anything by the Village People." Rogue suggested as she returned, snagging some popcorn as she dropped next to him again. He chewed lightly on his upper lip thoughtfully and nodded in agreement.

"The who?" Mariko asked quickly and he looked at her aghast.

"Nein, not The Who," he responded, grinning cheerily and waving his tail at her as he hopped to his feet. "The Village People. It's fun to stay at the YMCA," he sang enthusiastically - motions included, of course - before flopping back onto the couch and letting her continue with her own suggestions for musical accompaniment.

"Yeah and if we ever took the act to London, we could use London calling by The Clash," she deadpanned, before continuing, "we don't have to be so literal," she teased, poking her tongue out and he responded in kind because, hey, childish? He could do childish with the best of them.

"Besides, I have the perfect piece." She held up her hands to call for quiet and he cocked his head inquisitively as he waited for her latest contribution to the insanity. She was definitely going to fit in just fine around here. "The Anvil Chorus," she said as though it was the most important thing she'd ever said. "Shush, shush, shush," she said, still holding up her hands to try to forestall any arguments, "don't think," she continued, clenching one hand into a fist as she gazed downwards as if summoning some deep emotion, "just feel."

"Thanks, but I'd rather not," he countered, flopping across Rogue's lap as he puckered his face up in a melodramatic wince. "Anything to do with hammers and anvils mentioned in the same context as some dude with his pants open is just...so not a good image," he finished with a shudder, pulling his knees up and sticking his tongue out at Mariko again.

"I have no idea what's going on in this movie," she said abruptly.

"Oooooh! 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die'," he recited along with Mandy Patinkin, more than happy for the distraction from that last, truly disturbing train of thought as he settled with his head comfortably in Rogue's lap.

Rogue
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She tried her best to ignore his comment about the holes in the bathrooms. Because the chances of him finding them all were so slim... Before too long, she was wiping soda from her nose and the conversation had moved onto what exactly would be best sung along with technicolor pissing, and she was steering clear of the soda for a bit. Popcorn was safe, though. Popcorn couldn't make it's way up to her nose.

"The who?" Both eyebrows shot up. Mariko didn't know the Village people? Lucky. "Nein, not The Who," She rolled her eyes. So punny, that Kurt was. And he was standing up. Standing up during a discussion about the Village people very rarely helped take away the weirdness factor. "The Village People. It's fun to stay at the YMCA." And it was because of things like that. She shook her head, trying to think of the best joke that could be made about how there weren't any Village People who were quite that hairy... nah, better to just drop it.

She just watched, with a small smile on her face, as Mariko and Kurt discussed songs again and stuck their tongues out at each other like the immature four year olds that they were. Well, that Kurt was at least. Maybe he was just rubbing off on Mariko. Speaking of Mariko, she seemed to have gone back into her artistic director mode and was instructing them to feel. Kurt flopped back down on her lap and suddenly the only thing she felt was the sudden urge to kick him. As he voiced his opinion on the hammers and the anvils and squirmed around some more, she nearly did.

She stopped, though, when she realized just what Kurt's tail had decided to do. Really, that thing got itself into so many places that it shouldn't have been... she sat for a moment, not entirely sure how to go about pointing out the way that he was sitting and where it put his tail, which was (as usual) twitching around on it's own... "I have no idea what's going on in this movie."

Saved by Mariko's confusion. Kurt moved again, taking his tail with him, as he recited the line almost the exact same way as it was being said onscreen. The boy needed to get a life. Really. She looked down as he laid on her again, using her lap as a pillow. Right. Definitely didn't want to go there. Not after the tail thing. Looking at Mariko, she tried to ignore the face in her lap and explain what was going on in the movie. "He's looking for the six fingered man who killed his father. Six fingers on one hand. Not six total. That would just be weird."

She made a face at Kurt, hoping that if she kept up the whole sibling fake hate thing, she'd forget about what his tail was doing earlier and where his face was now. Fat chance.

Mariko
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"Nein, not The Who, The Village People. It's fun to stay at the YMCA,"

That rung a bell and Mariko clicked the fingers of one hand as she pointed at Kurt. "Like in Wayne's World," she exclaimed enthusiastically, "I love that movie," she added. Thoughtfully, she frowned "The Village People are gay icons?" she asked curiously. Right. That would explain the rainbow connection.

"Thanks, but I'd rather not. Anything to do with hammers and anvils mentioned in the same context as some dude with his pants open is just...so not a good image,"

"Yeah," Mariko replied, the word elongated and drawn out dubiously as she tilted her head to one side. Briefly, she scratched her head before continuing. "This may be a cultural divide thing," she began, touching one hand to her chest, "but back where I come from though, most people would probably think that 'some dude' wondering around 'with his pants open is just... so not a good image'," she teased.

"Oooooh! 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die',"

"Thanks, that explains... so much," Mariko replied before glancing at Rogue, eyebrows raised in an unvoiced question.

"He's looking for the six fingered man who killed his father. Six fingers on one hand. Not six total. That would just be weird."

"Thank you," Mariko said with a nod, "and the big guy with the mini afro and the little guy with the moustache? Are they like sidekicks?"

Kurt
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"Yeah," Mariko replied, the word elongated and drawn out dubiously as she tilted her head to one side. Briefly, she scratched her head before continuing. "This may be a cultural divide thing," she began, touching one hand to her chest, "but back where I come from though, most people would probably think that 'some dude' wondering around 'with his pants down is just... so not a good image'," she teased.

"Details details," he replied, waving his hand airily in dismissal as he shifted around to make himself comfortable. Rogue really needed to do something about those bony knees. Of course, her lap would be a lot more comfortable if she wasn't doing the whole tense and uncomfortable thing just because he was being so up close and personal, but that was life. One of these days she'd relax about it and if not, well, at least she didn't always go for the knee jerk response of beating him off and having a panic attack. Progress was progress, after all, and he simply made himself as comfortable as possible while devoting his attention to the glory that was the remainder of The Princess Bride as Mariko expressed her confusion.

Of course, he didn't really do anything to bring her up to speed, but sometimes you just had to go with the quote.

"Thanks, that explains... so much," Mariko replied before glancing at Rogue, eyebrows raised in an unvoiced question.

"Doesn't it though?" he shot back with a grin as Rogue started in on her own summary. Couldn't deprive her of her share in the joy of...hey, what was that??

"He's looking for the six fingered man who killed his father. Six fingers on one hand. Not six total. That would just be weird."

He twisted over onto his back so he could glare up at her - even if a lot of the effect probably was lost due to his position - and smacked her on the shoulder with his tail for good measure. Of course, she was already making a face down at him and he rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at her before his expression shifted abruptly into a grin. "You're just jealous of the fur and the tail," he informed her with an indulgent shake of his head. "It's all right, though, so many people are," he added, smiling over at Mariko as he patted Rogue's shoulder consolingly.

"Thank you," Mariko said with a nod, "and the big guy with the mini afro and the little guy with the moustache? Are they like sidekicks?"

"You know," he answered, shifting his attention back to the screen at her question, "I might need to dig up the video so you can see it from the beginning. A classic like The Princess Bride deserves to be properly appreciated from the beginning."