[ We find Our Heroes stepping into the kitchen in the morning to eat breakfast. Is it the breakfast of champions? Who knows. ] [ Daegal, oddly enough, was already there. ] [ Session start! ] * Miya teleports in wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt (not to mention sporting wet hair), looks around, and blinks. "Daegal?" * Eric is making a breakfast of EPIC! porportions. Waffles, pancakes, eggs, hash browns, bacon, ham, a little country fried steak, biscuts and sawmill gravy, and some french toast to top it all off. * Daegal sits at the table, munching down a bowl of Grape Nuts, staring out the window. He looks like he hasn't slept much, and he has some bandages beneath his ubiquitous white tank-top. The more observant among you will notice he's now sporting an odd-looking bracelet. * Daegal blinks, and looks over at Miya. "Mornin' Miya." * Claire walks into the door. Ow. Then she opens it and enters the room. Her attire today features a white blouse with pockets and a long semi-tight black skirt with a slit up to the knee. "' Morning." Eh, anyone want breakfast? Oh. Um. I just didn't expect you to be up. [ Mutants beware; Claire is here, and she's stylin'. ] * Miya waves. "Hi Claire!" And then she notices Eric. "Hey, you're hogging the kitchen!" She runs in and starts rooting around in the fridge. (Oh, Yu. What happened with the popular kid?) Ain't so much 'up'... got back late, and never got ta sleep. * Eric skillfully finishes with his four pancakes, two waffles, three egg omlet with cheddar cheese and brocolii, hash browns, ten strips of bacon, two slices of ham, steak, three biscuts, and five slices of french toast. He manages to get it all to the table without letting it fall over. * Claire nods to Eric. "Sure. What've we got?" * Miya nods. "Um. How did it go?" She extracts chicken and starts pan frying that, and gets some waffle started. At least she and Eric agree on waffles. [ Eric seems to pretty much be displaying what you have. ...or had. ] * Eric starts eating away. "Just grab somethin'." [ As for Mr. Popular, he is now a member of the school. But, he was sent to see a friend of Chuck's in Scottland who, he says, might be able to invent some doohickey to keep accidents from happening around the poor guy. ] * Claire watches Eric eat. "... Maybe I'll just grab a bagel later." * Daegal hesitates for a moment. "Went pretty well. Busted up a big shipment. Half-ton of heroin, crates'a guns, cop killer bullets... I caught half'a clip from a Mac-10 in the back, but it healed up alright while I was walkin' back here." * Eric manages an audible "Tough as nails, eh?" through his chewing/eating. * Claire pulls up a chair. "Well, never thought I'd hear that before." * Miya winces. "That had to hurt." She adds teriyaki sauce to the chicken. Lucky me, I got shot up *before* my powers kicked in. So it tore me up pretty good. Still managed to finish the job and get back here, though. * Miya tosses in some veggies. Mmm, veggies. * Daegal holds up his right wrist, displaying a bracelet made from various bullet slugs. "And thanks ta the robodoc thingee downstairs, I even got a new bracelet outta it." * Claire frowns a bit. "I told you I should have come with you." Yeah. * Claire then gets up to look for something (anything?) to eat. [ Claire finds things. Just about everything, really. ] * Daegal shakes his head. "Appreciate it, but there was some... personal stuff I hadta deal with there too." * Miya finishes and splits it into two portions, handing one of the plates (with chicken, waffle, and veggies) to Claire. * Eric finishes up with his food. Yes, all of it, and doesn't look any different from before, even though... He should be about three times larger and weigh twice as much from what he just consumed. Like what? I mean, if, um. You don't mind talking about. Anyway. Eh, if you don't want ta talk aboot it, 's fine with me. * Claire returns with a bagel and a glass of orange juice. "I guess." * Miya blinks as Claire doesn't take the plate, then shrugs to herself and goes to the table, putting them both down and starting in on one with chopsticks. ( What plate? ) ( Ooooh. That plate :P ) * Daegal shrugs, but looks to be a bit uncomfortable discussing it. "Guy supervisin' the deal was the underboss of a big guy'n the Russian mob. He'n my pops... could say they had some history." (It's okay. Miya's practically invisible anyway. :P) * Claire levitates the plate over and eats the food on it. Oh. * Miya blinks as Claire does that, then beams. * Claire eats some of the food, then asks, "Did you get him?" She doesn't talk with her mouth full. * Daegal looks down at his feet. "Oh yeah. He's got." That's good, then. * Miya stops eating to look at Daegal with some concern. She doesn't talk with her mouth full, either. "... Is that bad? I don't think it would be bad." s'not bad... well, kinda. He made some cracks... hit some real sore spots. And I kinda lost it a bit. Eh, don't worry 'boot it. We all lose it every once in a while. * Miya winces and nods. ... I broke his arms and legs, fractured his skull, and chewed out one of his eyes. * Miya stares. "You... chewed out an eye?" * Claire falters. "...Yuck!" ... Ouch. Wait, how did you get his eye out? Or shouldn't I ask? * Daegal nods slowly. "Everythin' just went red after he made the cracks... next I knew, the cops were pullin' me off him, and I was spittin' his face out." I don't mind fightin' dirty... but I ain't no facebiter. * Miya looks mildly ill. "Uh... I'll be back later." She quickly gets to her feet and vanishes. * Eric holds his face. "'s okay. It's not your fault, really." * Claire pushes the chicken away. "I'd hope not. Ick." * Daegal shakes his head. "Fucker shouldn'ta made the crack about killin' my pops..." * Claire finds a napkin somewhere and wipes her mouth. "Well, next time bring me along." * Daegal mutters. "Fucker shouldn'ta killed my pops in the first place..." * Daegal blinks, and looks at the others, as if suddenly realizing they're still here. "... sorry 'bout that." * Miya comes walking back in, looking a bit better. But still, she picks up her plate and goes to throw the food out. * Claire runs her hand through her hair. "What's on tabs for today?" * Eric shrugs. "Dunno." * Miya shrugs. Really. Sorry 'bout that, guys. Shoulda just kept my personal shit ta myself. [ Ms. Braddock walking in cheerfully, carrying a notepad and measureing tape. "Good morning, O students of the Way of the Mutant." ] ( ... oh no. ) Eh, we asked, didn't we? Um. It's okay. * Miya washes her plate and silverware. Still... I shoulda just left it at "I beat 'em up a bit too badly." * Claire looks over to Ms. Braddock. "Good morning." [ Ms. Braddock sets her pad down. "Claire, could you be a dear and stand up for a moment? And take off your shoes, please." ] * Claire does just that, but as she does she asks, "Why?" ( Ms. Braddock hadn't thought that far ahead :P ) [ "Just need your measurements for some new clothes, is all." Ms. Braddock takes measurements! ] ... oh fuck. Run, Miya! You too, Eric! I'll cover your getaway! * Claire raises an eyebrow at Daegal. Gone! * Miya yelps. "Clothes! Run for your lives! ... not just clothes. SPANDEX. * Eric gets up, puts his dishes away, and heads for his room! "Noooooo!" * Miya runs off, but she has to dart by Ms. Braddock to get to the door! [ Jean appears at one of the doors. "Oh, no you don't!" Eric and Miya are caught in TK fieldz! ] * Miya whines and flails and tries to teleport out! * Claire looks at Daegel for a moment, and shrugs. "Oh." Aw man! * Eric pouts. [ While Miya cannot flail, she can whine and teleport out. ;_; ] [ Ms. Braddock heads over to Daegal. "Your turn, Daegal." ] * Miya reappears on the kitchen counter. Bad Miya! Right. Sure. Just as soon as OH MY GOD! THE RED SKULL IN A BIKINI! *points behind Ms. Braddock* * Daegal then DIVES out a window. * Claire puts a hand on her hip and watches the lot of them. "Why do we need new clothes?" [ Daegal DIVES into a TK field. ] ... ow. * Claire watches Daegal try that, too. * Miya giggles. [ "You don't, per se," says Betsy. "These are for uniforms, both for training and actual super-hero work." ] * Daegal looks over a Jean. "Aw, c'mon. Ya gotta give me points for originality." * Eric smirks. "I guess it had to happen sooner or later, eh?" [ Jean shrugs, smirking mirthfully. ] * Claire shrugs. "Don't see what the big deal is." I think it's because it's, um, spandex. * Daegal nodnods. * Eric nods as well. [ "For the record," says Jean as Daegal is measured, "This probably won't be spandex. That's really a seventies thing that just died slowly. But don't tell Spiderman that. It'd break his poor heart." ] * Daegal floats in midair, too. Whee! * Miya looks at Jean. "Does Eric's have a spork picture on it?" Drop the spork already, okay? But- but- spork! SPORK! * Miya nods. "See? Spork." [ "We don't know, yet. We need measurements before we design the costumes." ] * Eric holds out his hands. "No, spoon, and fork. No spork." A spoon shows up in his left hand, and a fork in his right. [ "But that reminds me," chimes in Betsy, "You all need superhero names." ] * Miya blinks. "... What?" * Claire snickers. "Isn't 'Eric' intimidating enough?" * Miya giggles. * Eric looks at Betsy, the spoon'n'fork disappearing. "Yeah, isn't it?" He grins. Eric's Splodey! [ "Eric is only intimidating if there's a color added to it, and Eric the Red might object." ] Splodey the Sporkmaster! [ Betsy sneaks over and measures Miya! ] * Eric laughs. "No." ... Eric the Plaid? * Miya allows herself to be measured, since if she didn't, there's no way in hell Betsy would. * Claire smirks at that. "That sounds perfect." He fights with the power... the POWER OF PLAID! We could put him in a kilt. Eh... I'm not Scottish. Scottish Canadian! ... Miya, you rock. * Miya beams. [ "If you're Eric the Plaid," says Betsy, "We'll have to put you in flannel. Do you really wish to look like a lumberjack?" Jean hums the tune from the appropriate Monty Python sketch. ] Eric the Plaid, the Kilted Exploder! Ah, the kilt. The skirt for men. Um. Is that in a commercial somewhere? Hey, Lumberjack is a viable name too. * Eric chuckles. "No, not really." Okay okay... seriously now. * Daegal clears his throat. "I'll be... The Moyel." No you won't. [ Betsy and Jean send each other a look; clearly, they have decided they must introduce Miya to Monty Python. ] [ "No you won't," say Jean and Betsy in unison with Claire. ] (Of course the X-Men like Monty Python. Except for Scott.) Why not? Think of tha potential... "I'm da Moyel! I'm gonna take a bit off tha top of evil!" How about not. You could be The Glowfriend. * Miya giggles. ( Shiny Happy Nutpunch Lad! ) Nah. Too sissy. Miya's gotta be Whiteout... or Disappearin' Gal. [ "I think the second one's taken, or something like it." ] That's okay. I don't want to be Disappearing Girl. * Miya pouts. "I like my name." Mmm... how 'bout 'Redd Hook' fer me? [ "It's a good name," says Jean, "But if everyone knows it, it could get you into trouble. That's the whole reason behind secret identities and such." ] * Daegal looks over at Jean. "What's yours?" ( Nobody knows! ) [ Betsy giggles, Jean reddens. "I... don't like to talk about it." ] Wait, wait. You ain't... Marvel Girl, are ya? ( He says bravely, as Jean still has him held in midair. =p ) * Miya tries not to giggle. She really does. * Eric chuckles. [ Jean reddens more. Daegal is rotated in midair, to face downwards, then dropped. ] * Claire winces. * Daegal lands on his head. Luckilly, that's his least vulnerable spot. "Ow." *stands up* Is that any way ta treat someone who just got seventeen bullets pulled outta them? *grins* * Eric winces too. "Ouch." [ Jean hmphs. "I was young and didn't know any better, okay? So just drop it." ] * Miya laughs. Just goes to show you: Pick a good name. You got one yet? * Claire looks over at Daegal, "Unless you want to be known as 'Glowworm' the rest of your life." Drop it? You dropped me. And with me all bandaged up... *sniffsniff* * Daegal grins widely. * Daegal blinks at his bracelet. "A .45 calibur? When'd I get shot with a .45?" *ponders* About the time all that shrapnel got in your system. Nah. Only about half of these are from last night. Most're from the last coupla months. * Miya blinks. "Oh." Would be more, but 'pparently after a while they get passed through my stomach. ... I crap bullets. Cool! .... * Claire turns to Ms. Braddock. "So, what are we to do today?" [ Meanwhile, Eric is measured and released, and the ladies go off giggling about what they'll be dressing you in. ] ... [ Betsy is stopped at the door by Claire's question, tho. "Today? It's saturday, Claire. Nothing's lined up for today." ] ( Gives a new meaning to "Silent, but deadly"... ) * Eric chuckles. "Well, I guess today *is* Saturday. What do ya wannna do?" * Miya runs a hand through her hair to discover it's dry. Oh. Well then. [ *Now* the ladies leave. ] ( Quick, someone pour tartar sauce in Miya's hair! ) (DOOM.) * Daegal hrms. "If I get shot enough times, maybe I can make a belt..." Or I can save you the trouble of having to get them taken out of you in the first place. * Miya nodnods. * Eric nods too. ... where's the fun in that? Less pain. Less pain is good. ... excellent point. Still, it kinda ruins tha whole pointa collectin' 'em. Why? You can get'em off of the TK shield, I bet. What point is that? How many times you can get shot? It's a little silly. s'like badges of honor. Reminds me'a the fights I fought'n stuff. * Miya looks at Daegal blankly. "But you can avoid getting shot." Most people wouldn't want a reminder of how they got shot. Even after they heal. Yeah. ... I'm not gonna get shot intentionally just ta get bullets. But s'nice ta have some record of what I done. ... usually. * Claire shakes her head. "If you say so." * Miya hops down. "Um. I think I'll go practice some more." And then she mutters, "And try to figure out a stupid name." * Claire waves. "See you." * Miya waves, then vanishes in a white flash. * Eric shrugs. "Ya do what ya gotta. See ya Mi-yeah." ... definately Whiteout. So what's your name gonna be, Claire? Something better than any suggestions presented so far. Let's hear it, then. * Claire shrugs. "I don't know yet." I might go with 'Redd Hook'. S'simple, but... well, s'me. Maybe Athena. Greek mythology now? * Claire shakes her head. "Nah, the girl with psychokinesis from the Psycho Soldier game." Ah. Okay. How about you? * Eric shrugs. "Something that doesn't begin with 'S' and end with 'porkmaster'." Porkmasters? * Claire laughs aloud at that. * Eric laughs. Master of the other white meat? Scourge'a Jews and Muslims alike. Archvillian of Beefboy. * Claire stretches. "So, what shall we do?" Find an arcade? Nah, we did that last time. I meant a different arcade Eh... Ya mean shopping? I meant videogames, but since you want to go shopping.... * Claire grins. Ehh... How about we go, um... Is there a theme park around here? ( In Communist Canada, shopping is hard, so we do math! ) (Shhh!) Bah. * Eric blinks. "Oh yeah! I have those watch-communicators to make, don't I?" What? Yeah, you know, high-tech watches that are also radios and other nifty things. Like in Dick Tracy? More like James Bond. Mm. Will it have lasers, too? We'll see if I can fit it in. Lasers are for weenies. Now a Northern Lights Suplex... that's a good whuppin'. I can't imagine how you'd get one in a watch. Ya can't. True. ... aw crap. I forget ta call my sensei, let him know I'm okay. Eh, you *could* put a holographic generator in it to make it look like the Northern Lights when ya suplex them, though. * Daegal jogs off to find a phone. "I'll be back!" * Eric walks off to his room. "Now, where can I get some watches..." * Claire is left standing there. "... Well damn." ( "I'm beautiful, I'm a mutant... someone love me!" ) * Claire goes off to spend time alone with the SNES. [ Session end! z.z ]