A/N: … I honestly have no valid excuse for making you guys wait so long… actually I do. Blame the top-heavy homework pile I have to work through every day… anyway, enjoy!!!
"…"- conversation
'…'- thoughts
(…)- extra facts/actions (some)
'blah…' -telepathy/what people say mentally
Chapter 3: The West WingRoom #21, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:39 AM
Once Forge, Hank, and Logan had reached the West Wing they spilt up, with them playing a three-way game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who'd be the lucky one to get two rooms; Hank and Logan glared angrily at Forge as he came out victorious. Forge got rooms twenty-one and twenty-two, Hank took rooms twenty-three to twenty-five, and Logan took rooms twenty-six to twenty-eight. As Forge approached room twenty-one he could swear that he heard a long string of curses, some which he had never heard coming from the room. Forge went to the door, and preparing himself for what would come, opened the door only to be confronted with a bone spike headed his way. Yelping Forge ducked and shuddered as he heard the projectile implant itself in the wall outside in the hallway.
"Forge, dude, I am so sorry!" Evan exclaimed as he saw whom he had almost hit. Evan winced when he heard Forge whimpering in fear from his position on the ground. Crossing his arms Evan said, "Forge, you're not hurt, get to your feet and help me out here."
Forge looked up and what he saw almost caused him to burst out laughing but remembering Evan's short temper refrained from doing so; externally, that is. Evan was standing next to his bed, his feet covered in a white substance he could only assume was glue as Evan couldn't move, and his bone armor was covered in what appeared to be more glue—this time a dark brown color—and dead, red leaves. Forge got to his feet and, moving towards Evan said, "Evan, dude, what happened here?"
Evan glared at Forge and replied, "Let's see… I woke up, stepped out of bed, and felt my feet step into something wet and sticky. When I tried to move I found that I couldn't move a damn inch. After thinking for a few moments…"
Here Forge interrupted by dryly saying, "You mean letting out a string of curses that I know your aunt wouldn't like to hear?"
Evan averted his eyes and didn't answer Forge's question, choosing to continue with what he had been saying, "I then tried to take out a bone spike so I could pry myself loose but I then noticed that I was covered in this shit! I tried to send a spike at the ground but I missed my intended target and almost, um, impaled you."
Forge rolled his eyes and turning to see what was wrong with the other occupant blinked when he saw that Kurt was still sleeping peacefully, his head turned toward the wall.
Evan noticed where Forge was looking and, rolling his eyes said, "Yeah, I saw that Kurt didn't get pranked or anything so I'm thinking that maybe Kurt did this whole set-up." Forge shook his head and, looking at Evan, knelt and examined the glue that held Evan in place.
"If I free you from the glue you have to promise to not harm Kurt; at least, not until we get to the bottom of this; promise?" Forge asked, looking at Evan for confirmation. Sighing in defeat Evan nodded yes and then got a pissed-off look on his face when he found that he couldn't get his arms out of the crossed position across his chest. Forge nodded and, changing his right arm into a drill, managed to set Evan free after a few minutes of intense work.
Evan stepped out of the mess of hardened glue and once Forge had gotten to his feet asked, "Could you get my arms free too?" Forge nodded and carefully freed Evan, being very careful to not injure him. Once Forge had finished he moved over to Kurt, intending on waking up the teleporter and asking him if he had pranked Evan when he stepped on something. Looking down Forge saw a manila envelope inside a clear plastic bag with Evan's name on it.
Forge picked it up and, turning to Evan asked, "Evan, do you know who sent you this?" Evan nodded his head no and moved to look over Forge's shoulder, as he was now taller than the resident inventor.
Evan took it out of Forge's hand and, looking at it said, "I guess I should open it." Forge nodded and then remembering he had another room to look at turned to go.
He paused at the door and said, "Evan, I have to go and check the next room; in the meantime you should try and get the glue and leaves off your armor before they become a permanent fixture. Also, tell me what the envelope says later, will you?" Forge then left, leaving Evan to open the envelope while Kurt continued sleeping, completely oblivious to what had just happened.
Room #22, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:50 AM
When Forge reached room twenty-two, he remembered what had happened with Evan and, being careful, opened the door then hid on the wall outside the door, wanting to preserve his life. When nothing came flying out Forge looked in and groaned on what he was seeing—Bobby was screaming in pain while Sam was silently trying to untangle himself from something that Forge didn't see at first. Bobby was being sprayed with what looked like water from one of Ororo's hoses, something that Forge couldn't figure out. How in the hell did Ororo's hose get up here to the second floor? Meanwhile, Sam was trying to untangle himself from what appeared to be dark red silly string that had closed off everything on his body except for his eyes and nose; so Sam was still breathing, something Forge was extremely glad to see.
Forge entered the room and when Bobby saw him screamed, "God, Forge, get this damn water off me! It burns!" Then Bobby, in the dramatic fashion that he was known for, showed Forge the temperature of the water by putting on his ice armor and Forge watched in pure and unadulterated shock as the ice instantly melted, joining an already large puddle on the carpet of the room.
Forge ran over to Bobby and, cursing, took hold of the hose and dragged it over to the doors leading to the balcony. He then proceeded to kick them open and then tossed the hose down on the ground, where it writhed with the water being shot out of it, the target of which happened to be Ororo's prize roses. Wincing, Forge thought, 'Damn, that isn't good… Ororo's going to kill me…'
Forge then heard Bobby screaming again and, groaning ran back inside where he saw that Bobby was trying to put ice armor on himself. However, the armor was failing to stay, as his skin was so hot from the water that the ice couldn't find any decently cold water molecules to cling to and form the armor. Forge looked around and saw a miniature fridge in the corner of the room. Running over to it Forge opened it and sighed in relief as he saw five bottles of ice cold water. Grabbing them he ran over to Bobby and dumped them over Bobby, who sighed in relaxation as the cold took over and dissipated the hotness that the hose had caused earlier. Forge then turned his attention to Sam, who was still struggling to free himself from the silly string. Running over Forge turned his arm into a rather large pair of scissors, which caused fear to enter Sam's eyes.
"Don't worry, dude, I'm not going to cut ya," Forge commented as he carefully took hold of the string on Sam's mouth and with precision that came from being a doctor cut away the string. Sam was soon sighing in relief, his mouth now free of the silly string that had once impeded it. Forge then cut Sam's hands free and retracted the scissors, and moving so that both Bobby and Sam could see and hear him said, "Alright, guys, let me guess: you woke up and were attacked, right?" On getting affirmative nods from the teens Forge groaned and, covering his eyes said, "Damn, I knew that I shouldn't have taken this room…"
Sam got to his feet and, after ripping off some more silly string spotted two bags on the floor. "Forge, what are those?" Forge's head snapped up and on looking where Sam was pointing frowned and picked up the bags. Like Evan's, they had manila envelopes in them but with Bobby and Sam's names on them.
"They're for you guys," Forge said, handing Sam one bag and giving Bobby, who now had a thin layer of ice on him to cool down his skin, his. He then went to the door and before he left he turned to them and said, "Alright, guys, I think that you need to get yourselves cleaned up; Bobby, take a shower and Sam, try and get that stuff off before it sticks to you. I need to go and talk to Logan and Hank." Forge then left and after closing the door groaned and muttered, "I need something to drink; something nice and strong…"
Room #23, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:39 AM
As Hank made his way to room twenty-three he was desperately trying not to think of what he was going to find behind the door; he didn't feel like going to the infirmary before eleven in the morning. Hank reached the door and, opening it expected to find blood spattered on the walls. He breathed a loud sigh of relief as he saw that there was no blood to be found on the walls but groaned when he saw what was going on in the room. Alex was trying not to scream as he felt all the blood rushing to his head, the result of hanging upside down from a rope that was attached to the surfboard he had hanging just at the end of his bed. Alex was also covered in what appeared (and smelled) to Hank to be mayonnaise.
"Mr. Masters, how in the world did you end up like that?" Hank asked, entering the room and looking at Alex, who smiled sheepishly.
"Well, Mr. McCoy, let's just say that I 'tripped over my own feet' when I got out bed," Alex replied, hoping that he wouldn't have to tell Hank the whole story. However, on seeing Hank's look Alex sighed and amended, "Well, I got out of bed, walked around to the bottom and stumbled, due to the headache I kind of have at the moment, and then I felt something wrapping itself around my ankles. I screamed as I was dragged up to the ceiling and then when the rope stopped this stuff got sprayed on me!"
Hank sighed and, judging the angle he would have to take to get Alex down ran and leaped into the air. He grabbed the rope and, snapped it between his hands and caught Alex before he hit the ground, trying to not show how he felt at getting mayonnaise on his hands. Once he had gotten Alex down he untied him and, going to the closet that was across from the other bed in the room—Roberto's, Hank remembered—grabbed some towels and tossed a few to Alex, taking one for himself to get rid of the stuff on his hands. Once Hank had cleaned his hands he walked towards the door and stepped on something that caught his attention. Frowning, Hank bent down and retrieved it, turning it over and his eyes narrowed when he saw that Alex's name was on the front. "Alex, I think this is yours."
Alex, who had been muttering under his breath about his now white hair, looked up and when he saw the bag frowned and took it from Hank's hand, examining it. "What's in it, Mr. McCoy?"
Hank shrugged and said, "I don't know Alex, but when you do open it be sure to tell me what its contents are. I have to go and check on your friends; might I suggest a hot shower with plenty of soap?" Alex nodded and Hank left the room, heading to the next one.
Room #24, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:47 AM
When Hank entered room twenty-four he had to duck as a stream of Ray's electricity flew over his head and collided with Jamie, who vanished and reappeared on the other side of the room. "Why me?" Hank muttered under his breath, not at all surprised at the scene. Hank got to his feet and, coming into the room yelled, "Raymond, stop!"
Ray looked at Hank and shot back, "It's Ray, Mr. McCoy, and I won't stop because Jamie did this to me!" Ray then pointed at his hair, which Hank saw was now bright neon green with hot pink streaks in it. Hank also noticed that Ray had what appeared to be chocolate sauce with some nuts mixed in all over him, except his face, which was the only part of the teen that was clean. Hank then looked over at Jamie's side of the room and blinked in shock, silently sending a prayer of thanks up to his deity that Jamie hadn't been hit at all; in fact, besides dodging Ray's electricity Jamie hadn't been touched.
"Mr. McCoy! Thank you for saving my life!" Jamie exclaimed, running over and shaking Hank's hand before moving past him and out the room. Ray glared after Jamie's retreating figure but soon turned his gaze to Hank, who had cleared his throat.
"Ray, if you would just answer yes or no to my question, did this happen as soon as you woke up?" Hank asked, and on getting a numb nod from Ray groaned and, moving to the closet next to Jamie's bed grabbed some towels and tossed them to Ray, saying, "I can assure you, Mr. Crisp, that Mr. Madrox is not to blame for this; his pranks are usually not this complicated. Even you have to admit that."
Ray nodded as he began to wipe the chocolate sauce off him, being careful to not get the stuff on the carpet, knowing Jean would have a fit and punish him with a Danger Room session if she found it. "I guess you're right, Mr. McCoy, and at first I thought it was Bobby but I figured that he'd be too dru…" Here Ray stopped speaking when he realized what he had been about to say and, turning to Hank, shrugged.
Hank smirked and finished, "I believe the word you're looking for, Mr. Crisp, is 'drunk'?" Ray cringed, causing Hank's smirk to widen. "I know all about last night and how you and your group of friends came home after curfew completely intoxicated. There is no need to lie about your actions, Mr. Crisp. Might I suggest a hot shower with plenty of soap to cleanse your skin of the chocolate coating?" Ray nodded and Hank moved to leave the room but he found a bag on the floor just near the door.
Hank picked up and on seeing that it had Ray's name on it said, "Ray, I think this belongs to you." He handed Ray the envelope and as Ray examined it Hank left the room, leaving Ray with the advice of taking a shower and telling Ray to go to Ororo later for help with his hair.
Room #25, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:58 AM
When Hank entered room twenty-five he saw that the room's occupants—Lance and Piotr—were both covered in some kind of gunk, although to be fair it appeared that Lance had more of it and Piotr had gotten it on him by trying to help Lance. "What happened here, boys?"
Lance and Piotr looked up and Piotr spoke for both of them, saying, "Mr. McCoy, when I got up I saw Lance was covered in this… stuff and when I tried to help him I got it on me; da, Lance?" Lance nodded and Hank saw that his mouth was covered in the black stuff but his nose and eyes were free.
Hank sighed and, moving towards Lance asked, "Lance, did this happen when you woke up?" Lance nodded and Hank groaned, putting a hand to his head. Motioning to Piotr to continue helping Lance Hank moved to the closet to get some towels. However, he didn't see the clear wire on the floor, located a few feet in front of the closet. As he walked into it a bag that had been almost invisible on the ceiling opened and a load of yellow and green feathers rained down and covered Lance and Piotr (the latter where the black stuff was), creating would-be birds. Hank continued on to the closet and after collecting a handful of towels turned around and when he saw the two teens said, "My stars and garters, what happened now?"
Lance, who with Piotr's help had gotten his mouth free replied, "This bag of damn feathers fell on us and now we look like damn parakeets!" Lance tried to take the feathers off but every time he got one off it floated down to another black spot on him and after a few minutes he gave up. Piotr was having more success with the task due to the fact that unlike Lance he wasn't completely covered in the black stuff, which Hank was strongly starting to suspect was a substance similar to what had been dumped on Ray.
Hank walked over to the two teens and handing them towels said, "All right, boys, I think you should try and get off as much as possible here before going to take a nice, long hot shower with plenty of soap to get that stuff off you. Afterwards come to the lab; I want to see if there will be any after-effects from this." Hank moved to leave when he spotted another plastic bag on the ground but like the previous room there was only one bag and it was addressed to Lance.
Piotr walked over to Hank and, looking at it asked, "What is that, Mr. McCoy?" Hank shrugged in reply, signaling to Piotr that the doctor had no clue. Piotr took the envelope and walked over to where Lance was making some progress on removing some of the stuff that was stuck to him and said, "Lance, this is yours, da?"
Lance looked up and on seeing the envelope in the bag said, "Why do you think it's mine? I've never seen it in my life." Lance's words confirmed what Hank had been suspecting since he had rescued Alex—someone, or something, was out to get those who had come home drunk last night.
Hank told Lance, "Well, Mr. Alvers, it's yours now and if you wouldn't mind, come and tell me what is in it upon opening it. In the meantime, get cleaned up. If you will excuse me, I have to go and meet with the other instructors." Hank then left the room and as the door closed behind him Hank muttered, "I wonder if Charles would let me join him in his weekly drinking session?"
Room #26, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:39 AM
As Logan made his way to the first room he was thinking about whom was in the room. "Damn it! I'm going to gut Forge! I get stuck with the Brotherhood, specifically Magneto's son." Growling, Logan reached room twenty-six and on opening it groaned when he saw who was in it. Remy was currently cursing in French as he tried to get a concoction that smelled like a mixture of pasta sauce, chopped garlic, and cayenne pepper off him, the mixture dripping onto the plush, white carpet that Jean had installed in the room. Meanwhile, his roommate John was screaming and whimpering as he shivered on his bed, wrapped in what appeared to be two comforters, towels, and the curtains from the room.
Logan shouted, "Shut the hell up, Cajun!" Remy stopped cursing and when he saw who was at the door he paled significantly. John heard Logan yell and sat up, making sure to keep the multitude of warming essentials (to him, anyway) up to his chin and Logan noted that John's hair wasn't its usual bright orange like usual; it was now a vibrant blue.
"Monsieur Wolverine, merci beaucoup for comin'!" Remy exclaimed, moving to hug Logan but stopped when he saw Logan unsheathe his claws. Gulping, Remy moved back to his starting point and stared at Logan, wondering what he was going to do.
Logan looked at Remy and then at John and noting that all the towels from the closet seemed to be on John's bed retracted his claws and moved towards the flame-manipulator. On getting there Logan reached for John's covers to pull them off when Remy ran over and stopped Logan.
"You don' want to do dat, Monsieur Wolverine; John may not have les vêtements (clothes) on underneath de covers," Remy explained seriously and Logan snorted and moved his hand from the covers to the towels, yanking them off John, getting a yelp of indignation from the Aussie at the action.
"Wot are you doin', mate?" John demanded, the covers still up to his chin. He turned to Remy and said, "You had no right to say that, Gambit! Oy do so have clothes on; see!" John flung back the covers to reveal the clothes from the day before, causing Logan to raise an eyebrow, a knowing look passing on the older mutant's face.
John then began to shiver and pulled the covers back over him and, turning to Logan said, "May Oy please have the towels back? Oy don' have enough heat to even keep moyself warm right now." Logan responded by tossing the towels to Remy, which earned him a nasty look from John that Logan just ignored.
Turning to Remy Logan said, "Cajun, you and Flame-boy here get cleaned up; wait a minute, what happened to him to make him a hibernatin' bear in summer?" Remy shrugged as he took one of the towels and began working on getting himself clean, starting with his face. Logan rolled his eyes and turned to John, who had been watching with his eyes half hidden beneath the covers. "Flame-boy, what happened?" Logan growled, to which John shivered again; this time very violently.
"Wot happened, mate, was that Oy woke up and when Oy moved moy arms a large thing of ice-cold water dumped itself… itself on me and Oy began shivering… shivering violently, 'cause Oy… Oy don' like cold water… water, and so Oy…Oy grabbed some warming ess… essentials to try and warm moyself up," John replied, his voice detailing his emotions and showing how cold he really was.
Logan turned to Remy and said, "Same deal with ya, Cajun?" Remy nodded yes, his hair pasted to his neck with spaghetti sauce acting as the agent between the skin and hair. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "All right, here's what you're goin' to do. Both of you get showers in before comin' downstairs, Flame-boy, go see Storm about your hair, and then this afternoon you both have Danger Room sessions with Storm and me; got it?"
Logan moved to leave the room when he heard Remy exclaim, "Quoi?!! (What?!!) What are tu talkin' 'bout, Monsieur Wolverine? Remy and John don' belong to de X-Men so we don' have to be in de Danger Room." Logan turned around and marched back to Remy, sticking his face in Remy's face while ignoring the stench coming off Remy from the mixture on him. Remy, even though he was taller than Logan, shrunk back a little in fear.
"I don't care if you and Flame-boy aren't with the X-Men, bub. You both broke the rules that you agreed to when Chuck invited you to come and stay for Toad's graduation. Therefore, if ya break the rules here you deal with the punishment; got it?" Remy nodded quickly, not at all keen at having Wolverine in his face, and went back to getting himself cleaned up as best he could. Logan turned once more to leave but this time he noticed two plastic bags on the floor and his eyes narrowed. Picking them up he examined them and although he tried couldn't find the scent of the person who had left them. Turning them over he saw that they had the two teens' names on them.
"Here ya go; delivery," Logan said, tossing the bags at Remy and John, both of whom caught them with amazing speed. Logan then left the room, slamming the door shut behind him only to hear the French cursing start again and John yelling at Remy for revealing his secret.
Room #27, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 9:48 AM
When Logan entered room twenty-seven, he was met with a pair of sweatpants that smelled like Magneto. Growling, Logan ripped them of his face and, tossing them on the floor, surveyed the scene in front of him. Warren was currently using towels to try and get to what was on his wings—Logan could tell it was engine oil from the smell—but not succeeding as he was also trying to deal with the barrage of what appeared to be small bits of confetti which were sticking to almost every part of him. Meanwhile, Pietro was throwing his clothes out of the rather large suitcase he had brought with him in a rush, obviously looking for something. Logan noticed that Pietro seemed to be covered in a mixture which smelled like ketchup, mustard, peanut butter, jelly, and relish, along with some of the confetti that was also on Warren.
Logan cleared his throat, causing the two Brotherhood boys to look up at him, absolute fear plastered on their faces. Raising an eyebrow Logan motioned with his head to the pair of sweatpants that had hit the ground earlier and said, "Dare I ask whose these are or should I just confront the culprit?" Logan grinned savagely, causing the two teens to gulp in fear.
Before Logan could unsheathe his claws Pietro rushed up and said, "Umm, they're mine; see, I've been trying to find my special loofah to get this gunk off but Wing-Boy over there was distracting me." Pietro tried to continue but had to dash out of the way as Warren took a flying leap and tried to tackle him to the ground but he hit Logan instead; both went tumbling to the ground, Logan getting some of the confetti-engine oil mixture on him in the process. Growling, Logan stared up at Warren who backed off of Logan as quickly as he could, landing on his butt in the process.
"I'm… I'm… sorry, Wolverine, sir," Warren stammered, having heard things about the man in front of him from the other Brotherhood members and to be honest he was scared stiff of the man. "I… I was aiming for Pietro." Warren got to his feet and backed up slowly, believing that if he turned his back on Logan he'd die.
Logan got to his feet and ignoring the oil-confetti concoction on him looked at Warren and to the surprise of both Warren and Pietro cracked a small grin. "Completely understandable Wings; I would have done the same thing in your position." Logan then walked up to Warren and offered his hand in friendship and Warren, after a moment's hesitation took the proffered hand and shook it, Pietro gaping to Warren's side.
Pietro then knocked Warren out of the way and took Logan's hand, intending to shake it like Warren had done but instead Logan grabbed a fistful of his muscle tank—ignoring what was on it—and brought Pietro's face close to an inch of his own. Growling, Logan said, "Quicksilver, if I ever find out that you get my baby girl drunk again then I will personally come and train you every day for the rest of your life with five hours' worth of training sessions; got it?" Pietro gulped and nodded his head quickly, knowing if he didn't agree with the Wolverine he would get gutted in an instant.
"Good," Logan said, dropping Pietro on the ground and, looking at Warren asked if he was okay. Warren nodded yes and then Logan got a towel and took off some of the oil and confetti from Warren's metal wings where it had clumped together. Warren gave Logan his thanks and Logan shrugged, responding, "Hell, I know what it's like to have metal on me; you've got it worse here, not being able to reach this shit without getting in a shower." Pietro watched this with shock; was he going to have a story to tell to the rest of the Brotherhood!
Logan finished and, tossing the towel on the floor said, "Alright, you guys, here's what's going on: both of ya take showers because you smell like hell then this afternoon you both have a Danger Room session with Storm and me. Oh, and in case you were about to complain, Quicksilver, remember that I'm the father of your girlfriend." Logan glared at the speedster, who gulped and nodded nervously, not really wanting to get himself gutted.
Logan then turned to leave but like in the last room saw two plastic bags on the ground and, kneeling, went to pick them up when he hit something, sending a signal above him. Looking up Logan saw a red substance heading for him and, cursing, closed his eyes as what smelled like the remains of Remy's gumbo hit him dead on, Pietro and Warren watching in muted amazement and shock. Logan then got to his feet, the two plastic bags in his hands, and said, "I think these are yours."
Logan gave each bag to their respective owners and walked out of the room, not looking forward to the next room. He left a shocked Pietro and Warren behind him, both with their mouths wide open in shock.
Room #28, West Wing, 2nd Floor, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 10:05 AM
When Logan got to room twenty-eight he saw that a trail of red footprints matching his boots had been left behind him and he frowned, knowing Jean would force him to clean the rug. 'Hell, I'll force Slim to do it; he's wrapped around her little finger anyway so it won't matter if he has one more chore.' He opened the door and to his utter relief neither Todd nor Fred were up and screaming about something that had happened; in fact, they were both sound asleep.
"Thank god," Logan muttered, moving to close the door when Fred yawned widely and, looking at the door, said, "Why are you covered in the gumbo Gambit made last night?" At Fred's question Todd yawned and looked at the door, his eyes widening in disbelief at what he was seeing.
Logan stared at the two Brotherhood boys and said, "I'll make ya a deal: you don't tell Jean I left the footprints and you don't tell the others what's on me and I'll allow you the privilege of watching your fellow Brotherhood members in a Danger Room session; deal?"
Todd got out of bed and, walking—or hopping—over to Fred began to confer with his best friend, sneaking glances over his shoulder every once and a while to look at Logan. After a few minutes Todd stepped forward and, holding out his hand said, "Deal, yo. We'll take it." Logan grinned and gave Todd his hand, causing the amphibious mutant to cringe when he felt the disgusting combination of gumbo and what had been ketchup, mustard, relish, peanut butter, and jelly touch his hand.
"Deal," Logan repeated, shaking Todd's hand a moment longer than leaving the room to return to the landing, ignoring what Todd and Fred were discussing in the room. As Logan walked down the hallway he muttered, "Wait 'till Chuck hears about this… I'm gonna have to raid my private stash again and hide it; I have a feeling that Hank and Forge are going to find it and drink me dry."
The rest of the occupants of the rooms, now including Kurt, who had been shocked when he saw Evan's condition, were all preparing to go to the bathrooms and get themselves cleaned up when they saw Logan walking down the hallway.
"Mein Gott, vhat happened to Herr Logan?" Kurt asked Evan, who merely shrugged and pushed his way past Kurt and towards the bathroom just across the way from him. He shut the door and as soon as he did so Pietro sped up and banged his fist on the door, demanding to be let in. Pietro felt a hand touch his shoulder and wheeling around was met with the raised eyebrow of Kurt.
"Pietro, you do know that there are five other bathrooms here, ja?" Kurt asked, noticing that Pietro flushed and took off without answering. Kurt shrugged and deciding to forego the privilege of the bathroom at the moment headed down to go and eat breakfast, knowing that if the girls' side of the mansion was anything like he was seeing now he would be first there. Nodding his head Kurt teleported to the kitchen, leaving the smell of brimstone to mix with all the other scents in the hallway as the victims came out of their rooms to compare stories and get to the bathrooms.