[ We join Eric, Daegal, and Miya as they get out of the cab a few feet from the entrance gate to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. They're on their way back from seeing a movie! And being threatened by some people dressed like chess pieces. ] (Stupid Chess! Stupid Pieces!) (More like oreo cookies.) [ Oddly enough, there's someone there, waiting by the gates. And it isn't Ginny, either. Dun dun dun! ] (Mmm... cookies.) [ Who is this mysterious person? What is he doing here? Where did he come from? What's his favorite color? Does he have an innie or an outie? And what's it to you, anyway!? ] [ We'll find out after... Session Start! ] * Boy is a messy, dirty boy, perhaps fifteen years old, dressed in a ragged shirt and equally tattered pants, with messy, dirty brown hair. * Miya hops out of the cab, grinning. "That was fun! His accent was really cool. I think. Now if we-" She blinks at the new person. * Boy has a number of scrapes all over his visible skin, where the dirt doesn't obscure them, too. And that chain gun... man, that kicked ass and who's this? Dude, you okay? Oh, and when he- Hello! * Boy turns around and stares calmly at these people. * Miya shrinks under the stare and kinda sorta hides behind Daegal. Just a little. I... * Eric nods. "Yes?" Xavier... Professor Charles? Ah, you're lookin' for Chuckles. Right place. (Only Daegal...) ( And Wolverine. :P ) Where? Isn't he inside talking to Ginny right now? Where... please? * Miya blinks. "Oh! Um, okay. Okay, let me..." She hurries over to the door, trying to ignore the condition the boy is in. "What's your name?" she asks as she unlocks it. * Boy stares at Miya and gives no answer. * Eric blinks. "What's up Miya?" * Miya cringes at the look the boy gives her, but opens the door and hurries in anyway. Miya opens the gate! Innit she nice? And she does the same with the door, too, apparently. ^_~ * Boy stumbles inside the gate and walks slowly, haltingly towards the main entrance. * Daegal motions for the kid to follow him. "This way. We'll take ya to the Prof." * Eric shrugs. * Miya nods, doing her best to ignore the boy while still leading him. "This way. Um. I think he's talking to Ginny, but maybe he's done now." I'll stay with the kid. You go get the Prof. * Boy follows unsteadily, seeming just about to fall over at each step. Just inside the door is Ginny, who isn't currently talking to the prof. * Eric scratches his head. "What's up with him?" I- I- hi Ginny? * Daegal steps back to the kid, trying to help him along and stay upright. H.. hi everyone. What's going on? Uh... he wants to see the professor, so, um. Do you know where he is? Maybe? Hey Ginny, what's up? * Daegal waves at Ginny. "Saw a movie, were attacked by the Oreo Brigade, and this." N.. nothing much. I was just looking for you guys.. I don't know anyone else here. * Boy stops when Miya stops and sways in place. I.. is he okay? Hey, that's no problem. Neither do I. * Eric looks at the kid. "I... don't know what's up with him. He seems to be serously out of it, or something." * Miya looks at him, too, and swallows. "I can help you walk. If you want, anyway." Uh.. I.. guess we better get him to.. to the Professor. He.. was in his office, the last time I saw him. * Boy stares straight ahead and mumbles, "Xavier... Professor Charles..." * Eric sighs. "You go get the Prof. I think he could give us some real answers." * Daegal hands the boy off to Miya, and steps into the mansion. *shouting* "Yo, Prof! We got a visitor!" * Miya sweatdrops. I'll get him. * Miya vanishes in a flash of white. * Daegal blinks. "Okay, more effective than yelling." *goes back to keeping the boy upright* * Miya opens the door to the office and yells, "Over here!" C'mon. Let's get the kid up there. * Boy snaps his head around towards the sound and starts walking, still unsteady, but more steady than before. * Daegal follows along, making sure the kid doesn't keel over. * Eric walks along on the other side of the kid. * Ginny follows.. [ The professor is wheeling himself around from behind his desk as you all walk into his office. He looks the boy over, and if he's surprised he hides it well. Instead, he asks "How can I help you?" ] * Miya fidgets. Xavier... Professor Charles... "Yes?" * Boy clears his throat and stands up straight. "I seek sanctuary from my country." * Miya blinks. The good professor blinks, looks the boy over, and raises an eyebrow. "Genosha?" Russia. (Does he have the cool accent? Does he?) (Yeah, like Pavel?) He.. he's Russian? * Boy speaks, by the way, with no trace of a russian accent. In fact, he has that strange non-accent that newscasters use. ( Does he say 'wessel'? ;P ) * Daegal blinks. "The mother country?" ( Nuclear wessles! ) (I'd like to buy a pair of red moraca's) * Miya takes off her sunglasses and starts playing with them. ("How much?" "All I've got is fifty cents." "Sold!") * Eric leans back. [ The professor looks moderately surprised, but nods anyway. "Of course." W.. what happened? [ The professor looks moderately surprised at something, and hold up a hand in a "one moment, please" sort of way. ] * Eric suddenly looks a bit more serious. "Russia eh? Hmm..." * Miya stays quiet. ( In Russian, Powers mutate YOU! ) (Ha!) ( Hah! ) ( Why aren't there more Russian mutants? 'cause they all get sickle cell. ) (Haha!) ( Gah. ) (That's really bad.) ( YOU WILL DIE JESSELMAN. ) Thank you. ( *snrk* ) [ The Professor nods. "Of course." Soon after that, a really big guy some of you recognize as Piotr shows up at the entrance to the room. "Yes, Professor? What is it?" ] * Ginny looks confuzzled. * Miya looks up at Piotr, blinks, and then goes back to playing with her glasses. * Eric looks back at Piotr, then resumes starring at the wall. * Boy turns around and looks at the other people in the room, apparently actually seeing them this time. Uh... hello? * Miya waves nervously. No staring at her. Please? * Daegal waves. * Eric waves. "Hi" I... I'm sorry about earlier, I was sorta on autopilot. [ "Peter," the Professor starts, "I need you to escort this young man to one of the vacant student rooms on the second floor. He is from Russia, so perhaps you can help him fit in some." ] * Eric shrugs. "S'okay... You're staying here? Man, the classes get bigger every day." It's... * Miya swallows. "It's okay. Do you need help getting things or anything or-" She shuts up. *Ginny eeps and burbles something to the effect of "Ican'tbelieveIforgotthat" and runs out of the room, leaving a roughly Ginny- shaped cloud behind. * Eric watches Ginny run out. "She's fast." Yeah... *Peter, meanwhile, nods and offers a hand to the Boy. "Greetings, and welcome to America. What's your name?" ( Atom had to bolt. Don't worry 'bout it. ^.^ ) * Boy stares after Ginny for a moment, then shakes his head swiftly and notices Peter. * Boy blinkblinks. "Name?" Mine? Or her's? * Daegal blinks. "s'odd... woah, didn't notice the big guy. How didn't I notice the big guy? He's big." Or your's? I dunno. * Miya nods at Daegal and says, "He's Russian." As if that explains everything. *Peter nods. "Of course. You must have a name?" Unlike Boy, he has a very thick Russian accent that rolls up from his very thick neck. The doctors called me Agent Orange. * Miya blinks. "Doctors?" Agent Orange? * Miya frowns. "That's almost like that one... uh... Omega Red. I think it's a Russian thing. Maybe." *Peter blinks. The Professor says, "I believe our young friend here may have been engineered. Yes, Miya, like Omega Red." ... oy. * Miya smiles a little. Engineered? Oh boy, I knew they could have been doing something like that, but I didn't know they were actually carrying through with it. * Daegal scowls. "So much for the mother country." *Peter frowns and looks Orange over. "He does not appear to be of the same sort as Omega Red. His skin isn't omnium." Charles waves dismissively. "Do not worry about it now, any of you. If he wishes to discuss this later, he likely will. For now he needs to be cleaned and, I imagine, fed." * Eric smiles at the last word. "Ya hungry?" * Boy opens his mouth but hesitates. I... don't know. * Boy is now known as AgentOrange That's a yes in my book. Let's get ya something to eat. * AgentOrange nods. "Okay." * Miya looks the boy over again, then smiles hesitantly. She bows. "I'm Miya Yoritomi. It's nice to meet you, um, Orange." * AgentOrange blinks at Miya and offers his hand. "Hello?" * Daegal waves. "I'm Daegal." Oh, and the name's Eric. We gotta do something about your name, we can't just call you after a fruit for the rest of the time your here. *Chuckles chuckles. "Well, we'll assume you're hungry and go from there." * Miya looks at it for a moment, then shakes the proferred hand. "Sorry. I'm not used to being here yet." ( That was bad, Yu. ) You can't? You're not? I... uh... no? I didn't get here long ago, either. * AgentOrange looks confused. * Miya gives up and starts leading Not-Soda Orange to the kitchen. We're new here too. Me, Miya, Eric, and Splodey over there. Eric is Splodey. Splodey the Sporkmaster. * AgentOrange looks confusedly at Eric. "You have two names?" *Peter shrugs and stands aside so you can all get out. "I'll go make sure there's a room ready for him, then?" I am not Splodey, they're just making fun of me. Alright, see you up there Pete. * Daegal looks back over his shoulder. "Later, Funkmasta C." * Miya giggles and waves back at the adults. (Oh shush. It's early nineties. ANGST ANGST ANGST.) [ Soon enough, you reach... the KITCHEN! *trumpet fanfare* ] Funkmasta? * AgentOrange looks horribly confused as he's pulled along to the kitchen. * Miya sighs when they reach the kitchen. "Okay, um. What do you want to eat, Orange?" What kind of food do you like? And it's okay, I don't understand Daegal either. * Daegal looks back at AO. "We're supposed to be doing the superhero thing, so we all're supposed to have silly sounding nicknames. Thus Splodey for Eric, and Funkmasta C for the Prof." I... don't know? * Miya leads Orange to a seat. "Okay. I'll make something then. Or you can just eat a sandwich. They're all on a sandwich diet around here, for some reason." I'm confused. ( :9 ) ( ...if Confused becomes my codename, I'm gonna scream. ) You're confused alot, aren't you? (No, you're Psyorange) How much is a lot? More than a little. (You came with a codename. Agent Orange. Sorry, but you're stuck with it.) ( Omega Red, meet Upsilon Orange! ;P ) ( Heh. ) ( Heh. ) * Daegal hrms. "Agent Orange... shorten it to AgOr? No, that sounds odd... Igor, maybe?" Igor? ( o_O ) * Miya starts rooting around in the fridge. "That makes him sound like a hunchback thing." Or Iggy. Iggy? Iggy! (You shouldn't have done it. Now the group's naming you.) How about Pavel? I always thought that was a cool sounding Russian name. Of course it doesn't have anything to do wi- Iggy sounds good too. ( I don't mind. Better I let them name me than pick my codename. ) Iggy. Good name. Think my great grandpa was named Iggy. ... Pavel's cool, too. I don't know many Russian names. * Miya pulls out a package of chicken, opens it a little, and sniffs at it. She nods to herself and kicks the fridgerator door closed before wandering over to the stove. ( Name him Vsaevolod! Vsaevolod Alecsaeyev! ) (Vaseline-san!) (Boris?) (Boris Baranov!) ( Natasha! ) ( I'd prefer Natasha. ) ( And it was Boris Badenov. ) (Oh, my bad.) * Miya taps at her chin some and runs back to the fridge, rooting around for vegetables. "For so many people, this place needs more variety. Does anyone see a rice cooker anywhere?" Vlad, maybe? Nikolai, Dmitri... * AgentOrange stands up, walks quickly over to the fridge, and starts pulling out ingredients. * Eric looks around. "I dunno, why don't I make him some potatos instead?" * Miya blinks at Orange. * AgentOrange takes an armful of ingredients over to the counter, grabs a knife, and begins slicing. Well, if you want to make something, be my guest. ... or we could just let you pick all this stuff. * Miya stands up straight and watches him. "Um... yeah." * AgentOrange tosses ingredients into a saucier as he finishes chopping them and turns on the low heat, putting the leftovers away in the fridge. * Miya just... watches. * Eric blinks. Right, guess I should make myself something then. * Eric goes to work. ^_^ * Miya eyes Eric. "You'll make us all sick." * AgentOrange waits until all the stuff is heated through, then adds some vegetables and tomatoes, and a minute later, adds half a dozen scrambled eggs. * Daegal grabs some cold cuts, stacks some roast beef, corned beef, and pastrami on rye bread, and goes to work. * Miya scratches at her the back of her head. "What are you making?" Hash. What's... that? * AgentOrange flips the contents of the pot without benefit of a spatula, neatly scrambling the eggs. ( He's making marijuana! ) * Eric starts the fryers, grabbing some fish, sweet potatoes, and cubes of cheddar cheeze, as well as the normal battering. * AgentOrange recites as if from a textbook, "A hash is composed of one or more types of meat, vegetables, fruits, and cheeses, usually bound together with a form of batter or eggs. In a low class hash, the ingredients can be anything from leftover noodles or meatloaf to lunchmeat or pre-shredded cheese. High class hashes often include more exotic and expensive ingredients." ... * Miya tries to parse that. "'kay." * Daegal hrms. "Fyodor?" Hey, that's pretty good. * AgentOrange absently pulls several plates from a cabinet and divides the hash up onto them, then shreds some cheese on top of each plate. * AgentOrange takes one, grabs a fork, and tastes. * Eric finishes frying, bringing up as much of each dish to be considered an appetizer for four people. * AgentOrange nods and begins slowly consuming his plate of hash. * Miya looks positively ill at the amount of food Eric carries. Or maybe it's what the food is made of. * Daegal grins at Eric. "Not exactly the poster child for Weight Watchers, are ya?" * Miya decides to try to ignore it and peers at the 'hash' instead. "Is one of these for me?" Huh? You... made more than one portion. Um... sure? Do you want some? If- if you don't mind. I mean. I never tried hash before. What's weight watchers? Go ahead. Hash is never quite the same twice. * Eric starts eating away. Some diet plan for people who eat like you do but don't have mutant skinniness powers. Mmrrfhemf. * Miya takes one of the plates, peers at it some more, and goes back to the table. She grabs a pair of chopsticks on the way. *gulp* Really? * Miya perches on the table, feet on a chair, and starts eating. "This... this is really good." Yup. * AgentOrange nods. Yeah. * Miya smiles at Orange. "Thank you." * Eric finishes his dishes. "That looks pretty good. I wonder if I could fry that..." ( o_O ) Do you have to fry everything? It would ruin it! * Eric shakes his head. "I don't fry tempura." (See, Eric has Cooking: Fried Stuff.) ... ( o_O ) * Miya throws her glasses at Eric. * Eric dodges them. "What'd I say?" * Daegal shrugs. "Frying's as American as apple pie. Fried apple pie." Not... going to reply. But he's from Canada. * Miya goes back to eating. * Eric chuckles. "No, I don't fry everything. But if I don't I usually eat a lot more." * Miya nearly falls off the table. But doesn't. Perfect balance, and all. Even more so. Smell from frying scares away the grizzly bears and irate moose. Hey, Eric. s'it true that moose are allowed to vote in Canada? Only the white mooses. Well that's just discrimination, right there. Someone should call Jesse Jackson. Yeah, that's what I keep telling them. * Daegal walks around, pantomiming holding a sign. "No justice! No meese! No justice! No meese!" * Miya giggles. * Miya finishes her hash and runs over to wash the dishes. * AgentOrange finishes his hash and goes over to the sink, nearly bumping into Miya. * Miya takes the plate from him, not missing a beat. "You cooked, I clean." * AgentOrange stops smoothly once the plate is removed and nods before heading back to bring the saucier he used to cook the hash. * Eric grabs his dishes, going to another sink to clean them. "Maybe this is why they all eat sandwiches." * Miya finishes washing the dishes and starts on the saucier. Look at them go, folks. But wouldn't sandwiches all the time get... I dunno... boring? * Eric finishes his dishes, and starts washing the pans. Not if you fry them. That's digusting. * AgentOrange speaks in that reciting-from-a-textbook voice again, "Deep frying is a phenomenon that has gained considerable momentum in recent years, with restaraunts appearing which will fry any type of food you wish, from pickled cucumbers and sandwiches to candy bars and twinkies for dessert." * Miya takes some of Eric's dishes (he had a lot of them) and washes those, too. * Miya blinks and looks over at Orange. "Um, okay." Absolutely correct Pavel. * AgentOrange blinks. "Huh?" I think he just gave you a name. ... If you want it, anyway. * Miya finishes the dishes. Pavel? Or Iggy, or Dmitri, or Fyodor... or we could find a book of names, and you could pick one. * Eric finishes his part as well. "Yeah." Fyodor? Is that really a name? ( That's like naming someone Fjord. ) * Miya giggles. "Why not? You don't even need a Russian name. We could call you Tim or something." I am supposed to have an American name. ( There are some who call me... 'Tim'. ) ( ... ) ( *Blam* *Pow* *Explode* *Bang* *Newt* ) * Miya turns, startled. "Why?" * AgentOrange blinks. "Why what?" Because there are no American names. Why do you need a- uh. Now I'm confused. So am I. Of course there are American names. Billy Jim Bob. Bob. I'm sure those originated in one of the European Nations. Bob is a suitably average name. Yeah, Bob. Bob works. Nice and generic, lotsa nickname potential. Bobby, Robert, Robbie, Rob, The Bobster, Bobo, B-Bob... * Eric nods. "Bob it is." Mr. B. Bob-mo, the B-man. * AgentOrange is now known as Bob ... You people scare me. Or just plain Bob. Then we have two Bobs in this place. But the other one's Bobby, so I guess it's okay. * Bob blinks and gets a strange look on his face, as if something just occurred to him. This is a school for mutants. Um, yeah. If you want to call us that. The Prof. likes 'gifted youngsters' more though. Yup. Where the leaders of tomorrow glow and break expensive heirlooms today. Glow? ( *SNRK* ) * Miya giggles. "Daegal can glow." * Bob blinks. "How?" Yeah. When my powers come on, I get all glowy'n stuff. * Bob blinks. "Really?" Not too good for sneaking around, but it adds to the intimidation factor. That's amazing. We can show you, but it sorta involves Daegal getting kinda beaten up. * Bob frowns. "I wonder why I don't glow." * Daegal nods. "Yeah. Whoever doles out the nifty mutations had a nasty sense of humor." * Miya smiles sheepishly. "Well, I can't glow, either." * Eric shrugs. "Neither can I." Being able to glow must be nice. I bet you never have to worry about lights out. * Miya giggles again. Not really... see, my powers only work when I'm in pain. So it's not really practical to repeatedly whack myself in the head just to get some light. ...doesn't the regeneration take care of that, though? ( Not that it stops me, mind. ) ( Haw! ) ... how's you know I regenerate? * Miya blinks. Why wouldn't you? ... Because most people don't? Really? * Eric pauses. Nope. Lucky I do, though... kinda suck to have injury-based powers and not heal. Strange. So your power is to glow and regenerate. What about your super strength? But anyway... I heal, but not instantly or anythin'. Takes a while, and hurts like a mofo in the meanti- how'd you know about my super strength? Why wouldn't you have super strength? Uhm. * Miya goes and tries to lift the table. She fails miserably. "Because most people don't?" Are you sure? Yeah? Strange. Do you have super strength or somethin'? * Bob nods. I can't glow, though. That'd be really cool. The doctors would never have been able to make me go to sleep. * Daegal hrms, and winces at the mention of the doctors. "How much can you lift?" Approximately ten thousand kilograms. * Miya blinks. "Wow." Is that enough? * Eric blinks. "That's a... lot." ... I think that's more'n I can lift. Yeah, but you can glow. * Daegal frowns. "Which don't do much good in a fight, lemme tell ya." Unless you're fighting in the dark. Yeah, but how often does that happen? ( *pouts* Dangit, I was supposed to be the strong guy. ;_; ) According to the doctors, approximately forty five percent of the time. ( Oro? ) (He's just being silly. :P) (I hope so. 'cuz if he isn't I'm the weakest one here. ;_;) * Miya watches the conversation with some interest. * Daegal blinks. "... s'odd. I been in more fights than I can count, and I ain't never had to fight in complete darkness." (That's why you should have been a martial artist. But noooo, you wanted to fly planes!) (But it's a cool plane!) ( Dude, your powers rock. ) (... True.) (I meant physically.) (And it was a joke. ^_^) Strange. Forty five percent of my training fights were in complete darkness for that reason. Why would the doctors lie? * Bob shrugs. I still wish I could glow. * Daegal chuckles. "Trainin' ain't the real thing. s'good to be able to fight in the dark, but it really doesn't come up all that often." Because... I dunno. Why are you running away from them? Because I don't want to do what they say. * Eric chuckles. "That's as good a reason as any." Okay. They don't sound very nice, anyway. * Daegal hrms. "So what else do you do, besides make my strength powers seem kinda puny?" Nothing interesting. ... I bet it is. I think it'd be interesting. It's not as interesting as glowing, that's for sure. * Bob looks at Miya. "What can YOU do? You don't have super strength, so what DO you have?" * Miya yelps and involuntarily takes a step back. "I... uh..." I teleport? * Bob frowns a little. "...oh." * Bob turns to Eric, looking hopeful. "And you?" Um... I blow stuff up? And, um, I can balance on things really well. And... * Miya sighs, glad to be out of the spotlight. ( And he makes sporks! ) ...oh. Man, I wish I could glow. * Miya looks down at the floor. "We don't glow or anything." * Miya bites her lip and looks over at the door. * Bob stares at the floor. * Eric stares at where he stares. ( There, we've got the 90s angst. ) Whatcha lookin' at? Nothing, really. (But we're not wearing flannels.) I dunno. It looks like tile to me. With a little mortar in the sides. Hey, I'd give up glowin' in a second to be able to teleport. Could pop in behind people and drop 'em on their heads in fun and interesting ways. Teleporting isn't bad. It's just... * Miya eyes Daegal. "Maybe I should try that on you." [ At that moment, Bobby and Hank walk in, apparently arguing about a baseball game that just ended and who should've won it. They are followed shortly by Ororo, who some of you may not have met yet. Bobby and Hank start making sandwiches, Ororo opting instead for some sortof pasta dish. ] And someone doesn't eat sandwiches! * Miya points and semi-whispers conspirationally to Orange, "See? Sandwiches." * Bob looks up. "Am I seeing someone with blue fur walking around?" * Miya nods. * Eric looks at Hank. "I guess you are." Yup. He has mutant cuddling powers. Bobby chuckles. "You sure are." Hank rolls his eyes. ...cuddling? Plus static electricity. Lots of static electricity. Hank grins at Daegal. "Whatever you say, Nightlite." Oh, forgot about the mad static-e. Blue fur... * Bob kinda zones out. * Daegal grins back at Hank. "Insults from the Cookie Monster? Ha!" How would I look with blue fur? Blue. And furry. You'd look blue, and furrier. You'd be cute! * Daegal eyes Eric. * Eric eyes Daegal. "What?" Hank raises an eyebrow, grinning. "Cookie monster? Sir, you have insulted my honor." * Bob gapes. "Honor? Are you gonna try to kill him now?" * Eric cracks up. * Daegal grins at Eric, then turns back to Hank. "Well, you're the wrong color for Elmo." Bobby cracks up, too, and Ororo laughs as well. Hank just grins. "Nah, prolly not. I could noogie' 'im 'till he gets a headache, tho." Uhm, no. They're just goofing off. Or something. What's an Elmo? ( Is it tasty? ) (Really, that's Bob's job. Miya simply isn't caught up in American pop culture.) Elmo. Little red furry guy from a kid's show called Sesame Street. Hank smirks. "So you still watch that, eh?" You know he can't change the channel once he catches it. ( /me pictures the anti-mutant groups campaigning against Sesame Street. ) * Daegal shrugs. "Sensei's daughter loves the show. When I babysit, I end up watching it. S'good stuff. Except for that damn Grouch." ( Hey, the characters are all OBVIOUSLY mutants of some sort, especially that Grouch, living in a garbage can. ) Hank nods sagely. Ororo notes, "Unfortunately, there is one in every neighborhood." (Duh.) ( I mean, really. A genetically recreated purple mastodon? A seven-food bird? ) * Miya crosses her eyes. Not that anybody can tell. Who is the grouch here? ( On cue, Wolvy walks in. ) ( Hah! ) * Bob blinkblinks fixes his eyes on Ororo. Depends on who you ask. Most will likely say 'Scott'. ( Bah. Wolvie's not half the grouch Cyclops is. ;P ) Is he a mutant, too? * Daegal blinks. "Who's Scott?" Scott? * Miya racks her memory. "... Oh! Scott!" ( You know, the sore loser. ) He's, um, tall. With red hair. And red glasses. Scott Summers, and yes, he is a mutant, too. Before you ask, he shoots lasers out of his eyes, although he cannot control this ability. Lasers... from his eyes? ... lasers. Out his eyes. That's pretty nifty. Yep indeedy. He wears special glasses so he doesn't fry everything he looks at. Yeah. Are they powerful? Laser-eye beams? That's cool. * Miya considers. "I think I'd rather have ice cream vision." Very powerful, actually. Wait, he shoots lasers out of his eyes, wears reddish glasses... is his codename Pink-Eye by any chance? * Miya giggles. * Eric chuckles. *Hank chuckles. "Nope. Cyclops." *Bobby stuffs his face. He was smart enough to fix his food while the others were yakking. :9 ... he only has one eye? Doesn't that cause depth perception problems? Er, no. He has two eyes, but the goggles he uses to controll his powers when fighting only have one exit point. Hence the name. * Daegal shakes his head. "Lasers and poor depth perception sound like a poor combination... ah, I see. Why not call himself Biclops then?" He could have a bonicle! To avoid the confusion and the depth perception jokes. Very simple; 'Biclops' sounds all kind of dorky. *nods sagely* ... excellent point. Very good. Seriously. What self-respecting super-powered mutant would willingly take a dorky name? Still think Pink Eye works better, though. More fearsome. Nobody wants to get pink eye. I find a non-fatal disease to be much less threatening than a legendary gigantic humanoid with a bad temperament. ... though it might imply a weakness against topical creams. * Miya eyes Daegal. *Hank nods. "And whatsisface there has a good point, too. What's your name, anyway? I don't think I've seen you around." I am now called Bob. I have been granted sanctuary by Professor Charles Xavier. * Miya beams at Bob's use of his name. * Eric smiles. He is learning. *Bobby grins. "Bob, huh? Guess there's two of us, now. Although I'm technically Bobby, but still." Are you a mutant? *Bobby nods. "Well, yeah. We pretty much all are, here, 'scept some of the groundskeepers." Are you super strong? ( "Though Willie is suspiciously good with a rake." ) ( Hah! ) *Bobby shakes his head. "Not normally, although if I pack enough ice onto myself I can be." Ice? *Bobby nods. "Yeah, ice. My power is to make ice. I can coat myself with it, use it as transportation, and I'm learning to do other neat stuff, too. And so they call me 'Iceman'." That's a really cool power. It must be really rare. ... phew. For a second there I thought you were gonna say your codename was 'Vanilla Ice.' ... * Eric shivers. "Do NOT speak of that name." *Bobby shrugs. "I'm the only one who has it, as far as I know." He eyes Daegal, and a cube of ice forms in the air and thunks him on the head. *_* A totally unique power... * Daegal chuckles, then winces slightly when the block of ice hits him in the head. *Bobby smirks. "And yeah, it *is* a cool power. Pun intended." *Ororo comes over to the table and sits down with her pasta dish, which she begins eating while watching the goings-on bemusedly. * Miya slides the ice off of Daegal's head. * Miya peers at it, then hops on with one foot, using the other to push her along. * Bob looks down at the floor. "I wish I was unique." [ Come see Miya on ice! ] * Daegal watches Miya with a grin. "Nice." Wheee! * Eric looks at Bob. "Dude, everyone's unique." * Miya spins, then 'skates' over to Bob. "Sure you are," she says as she passes. Ororo raises an eyebrow. "Of course you are unique, Bob. Everyone is." Well... I'm unique for now, sorta... but my power isn't even unique in this room, let alone the whole world, not like Bobby. * Eric looks at Miya. "You play Hockey?" Huh? Um, no. Not really... that's the sport on ice, right? * Miya starts sliding to another corner of the room. ( I WILL fill the entire angst quotient of the game. :P ) Yeah, great game further north. Sure it is, Bob. You can lift alot normally. I have to let myself get my ass kicked first. (You need to wear more flannels.) ( As soon as I get them, I will. ) (And holy jeans.) ( He's wearing those right now. :P ) Oh. It sounds fun. Maybe I can learn it sometime, if it's okay. Yeah. Ya'd need some pads though, and a face mask, some skates, and you'd need a little more weight too. *Ororo frowns. "Well, there must be something unique you can do?" * Bob shakes his head. "Nope. Nuthin'. I wasn't made to be unique." * Miya pushes herself off, and looks down at her body while balancing on one foot and sliding. "I don't wanna gain more weight." Who needs more weight? You can just teleport around the ice. * Eric frowns. "Well, at least you can gain more weight. I always got shoved around in the game." ... I'll kick them in the face! Um, wait. That's not very sportsman- like. * Miya idly stops herself with one hand. Espically when you're wearing skates. Ow. That'd hurt. * Miya frowns. "I wonder if I could walk on skates." You might be able to do figure skating though... *Ororo frowns further. "Made?" * Miya blinks and starts paying attention to the other conversation. * Bob nods. "Made. Manufactured. Built." Grown, maybe. *Hank gets interested, now. "Really? By who?" * Eric grabs a seat and sits down. Doctors. They... um. They don't sound very nice. * Bob shrugs. *Hank frowns. "Can you be more speciffic?" They don't sound like they follow that code thing they're supposed to swear to... Russian doctors? What is there to do around here besides sit in the kitchen and talk? Not that I don't like kitchens, mind. *Hank shrugs. "Well, there's the lounge, the library, the gym, the danger room. And you probably have a room waiting for you somewhere." What's a danger room? Hey, cool. *Ororo chimes in with, "We also have several acres of lawn, garden and forest in the back. *Bobby grins. "Oh, you'll love the danger room." Is that one of those combat simulation thingies? * Miya nods. "Yeah. But you can use it for other stuff, like playing tag." *Hank nods. "Hands-down the best on the planet. We can pretty much guarantee that." That's really cool. I'm not playing tag against you Miya. Tag? Aww, come on. It'd be fun. For you maybe. * Daegal taps Miya on the shoulder. "You're it." * Miya looks over at Bob. "It's... um. A game. Somebody's 'it', and then they have to touch somebody else, and that person's it. And then that person needs to touch somebody. See?" Yeah, tag. Where one of you chases the other and tag 'em. Then they have to chase you. Hey! * Miya runs over and taps Bobby on the arm. "It! You're it!" * Eric sighs and gets up. ... ... it's the DANGER KITCHEN! Kitchens are very dangerous. You should not roughhouse in them. What's the fun in that? What's the fun in being impaled on a cooking knife? ... ... Or a kebab skewer... You need to loosen up man. Or dumped into a deep fryer... You'd be surprised, actually. Or stabbed in the eye with a fork... *Bobby blinks and tags Hank. "You're it." * Miya looks around. "But, uh. The deep fryer's off." *Hank nods. "Yup, sure am." Being impaled's more fun than you'd think. * Miya eyes Hank and makes a mental note not to play tag with him. * Bob sits down again, propping his head on one hand and staring off into nowhere. *Bobby frowns. "Anyone ever tell you you're no fun, Hank?" *Hank smirks. "Hey, now, it's dangerous to run with a loaded sandwich. I'll hunt you down and tag you after I'm done." He grins. * Daegal grins. "Sure freaks people out when they stab you and you keep on coming." Bobby chuckles. "Alright. I'll take that as a head-start." He wanders off, presumably to avoid being tagged. * Miya folds her arms and semi-pouts. But gets out of arms reach of Hank anyway. * Daegal hrms. "Not quite as much as being shot, though... and this one group'a guys nearly wet themselves when I started beating on them with a metal pole lodged in my leg." *Hank stretches and tags Miya. "You're it." Aww! * Eric walks back more than an arm's length from Miya. *Hank smirks and continues eating. ^_^ * Miya ponders going to find Bobby. * Miya vanishes, appearing on Eric's head. "You're it!" she beams! * Eric jumps back. "Don't do that!" * Miya stays perched on Eric's head. "Do what?" ... That. You're still it, though. * Miya teleports back to where she left that block of ice. Only it's melted now. * Eric walks over to Daegal and taps him on the shoulder. "You know what?" No, but if you hum a few bars... You're it. * Miya giggles. * Eric walks over to make himself a SANDWICH. * Daegal taps Hank's sandwich. "You're it." * Miya blinks. "Didn't you just eat?" What? Oh, yeah, abut two hours ago. Perhaps his metabolism is defective? ... Yeah. Growin' boy needs food. Bet he's older than you. * Eric grabs some salami, ham, cheese (Cheddar, american, and swiss), lettuce, mayo, turkey, some mustard and four slices of bread. "Ah yeah, that's the stuff." He makes his sandwich. *Ororo smirks. "An alarming appetite, for sure." * Daegal grins. "Maybe, maybe not." * Eric chomps down the sandwich in short order, making sure to eat every bit of it. "That was good." ( Quick! Juggernaut's attacking! Eh, I'm tired. Let the kids handle it. ) (*cracks up*) (Hehe.) ( Hah. ) ( ...that could work. ^_~ ) (Great, you gave the GM ideas!) * Miya doesn't look quite as disturbed at the sight of Eric inhaling a sandwich. "Anyway... want to see more of the school?" [ Meanwhile, it begins to rain outside. Ororo looks outside, then shrugs. ] ( Quick! Juggernaut's attacking! But he forgot his cup! *cackle* ) Huh? * Miya repeats her question. "Want to see more of the school?" Um... okay? * Eric looks outside. "Well, I guess we're gonna be inside." ( damn it, Ginny isn't here. ;_; ) Why? It's not pleasent being outside in the rain. Well, 'cause... then you can find your way around better? And it's something to do? And... other things? Are you made of sugar? Will you melt if you go out in the rain? * Miya blinks as both she and Eric answer at the same time. I think he just doesn't want to get wet. * Bob has switched his attention to Eric. That would be a strange power. Unique, too. I'm just saying it's unpleasent, I'm not saying people melt in the rain... And yes it would. He'd be melt man. * Miya giggles. Well, let's see the school. I still haven't seen this entire place yet. Okay. Um, okay. Where do you want to go first? *Ororo shrugs. "If you want to go outside, let me know and I'll make it a bit dryer." I don't know where to go. Nah, 'sokay. It rains for a reason. * Bob looks confused again. Well, that isn't any good. Perhaps your new friends can help you. Well, you pick a place you want to see. You know... no, I guess you don't. Well, the library's a library, they got a gym, and the danger room? I've seen all kinds of that stuff except for the Danger Room. * Miya blinks. "I guess we can go there." She turns to Ororo. "Can we got there?" The danger room sounds fun. I don't know about hitting things that aren't real, though. They feel real. Really? * Eric shrugs. "You never know until you try, right?" How is that possible? I dunno. Ask Hank. He probably knows. ( Through alien technology! And STEAM! ) * Miya is still waiting for an answer from Ororo. (No, see they power their nuclear furnaces with coal and...) ( STEAM! It's STEAM! ) ( Steam! ) (STEAM!) (STEAM!) ( JUIC- no, wait... ) *Ororo nods. "Yes, you certainly can." [ SESSION END! CATCH THE NEXT ISSUE, ON SALE NEXT MONTH! But being played later this week, prolly. ]