Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Aug. 19th, 2009 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
un_glovedAfter enough time on the island, it wasn't unusual to wake up and notice things were different. Weather changed and the atmosphere smelled different, the bed you were sleeping in wasn't quite right, the skin you were sleeping in wasn't yours.
Which was just creepy.
This time, though, as Rogue stretched into the sheets and turned her face against the pillow, instead of the nag of unfamiliarity and the typical roll of dread in the pit of her stomach, she felt a deep flood of comfort. She breathed in deep and opened her eyes, slowly, letting the creme colored paint and familiar furniture come into focus. The light from the window meant it was morning. Distantly she could hear sounds of movement, but it was far off, in some distant room of the mansion. The mansion.
She sat bolt upright, suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings. Her room looked exactly as she had left it. This was zero help. The island never pulled the same trick twice in a month. Hell, the island never pulled the same trick twice in a year. She started for the door, turned back and found some shorts so she wasn't running around in a thong and a t-shirt, and then headed out, bewildered and skeptical. She stomped barefooted down the hall for the stairs, her thoughts turning rapidly. If she was home, what did that mean? Shouldn't she have been on that barren plateau holding an unconscious Remy Lebeau in her arms? Or did the world reset itself after the M'kraan hit, and then unhit? It was possible, maybe, that the rift in the timeline Legion had created had done something similar to all the X-Men, sent them someplace else and brought them back. Siege Perilous had done similar. And if that were true, and she was about to be surrounded by a bunch of grumpy, agitated, confused mutants (she'd prefer Sentinels, good Lord) then after the dust settled and they'd been debriefed, maybe she could just give Gateway or Lila Cheney a li'l visit 'n see...
See if the island was even a real place? Home two minutes and you're lookin' for a way back? How is that right...?
The thought had stopped her and she looked up, seeing where she was for the first time since her room. Muscle memory, years of habit, knowing the place so intimately- she'd made straight for the kitchen. Beast stared at her from the beam he hung upside down on, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other, and Iceman sat with a spoon poking out of his mouth and a bowl of rapidly disintegrating cereal in front of him.
"...What?" she said, startled.
"Good morning," Bobby said around the spoon before pulling it out.
"And I inquired as to how you were feeling on this particularly lovely day," Beast added. "But perhaps it's earlier for some of us than others. Coffee, Rogue?"
The young mutant known only as Rogue blinked, twice, and tried to get a grip on reality as she said, "Oh. No thanks, Hank."
Which was just creepy.
This time, though, as Rogue stretched into the sheets and turned her face against the pillow, instead of the nag of unfamiliarity and the typical roll of dread in the pit of her stomach, she felt a deep flood of comfort. She breathed in deep and opened her eyes, slowly, letting the creme colored paint and familiar furniture come into focus. The light from the window meant it was morning. Distantly she could hear sounds of movement, but it was far off, in some distant room of the mansion. The mansion.
She sat bolt upright, suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings. Her room looked exactly as she had left it. This was zero help. The island never pulled the same trick twice in a month. Hell, the island never pulled the same trick twice in a year. She started for the door, turned back and found some shorts so she wasn't running around in a thong and a t-shirt, and then headed out, bewildered and skeptical. She stomped barefooted down the hall for the stairs, her thoughts turning rapidly. If she was home, what did that mean? Shouldn't she have been on that barren plateau holding an unconscious Remy Lebeau in her arms? Or did the world reset itself after the M'kraan hit, and then unhit? It was possible, maybe, that the rift in the timeline Legion had created had done something similar to all the X-Men, sent them someplace else and brought them back. Siege Perilous had done similar. And if that were true, and she was about to be surrounded by a bunch of grumpy, agitated, confused mutants (she'd prefer Sentinels, good Lord) then after the dust settled and they'd been debriefed, maybe she could just give Gateway or Lila Cheney a li'l visit 'n see...
See if the island was even a real place? Home two minutes and you're lookin' for a way back? How is that right...?
The thought had stopped her and she looked up, seeing where she was for the first time since her room. Muscle memory, years of habit, knowing the place so intimately- she'd made straight for the kitchen. Beast stared at her from the beam he hung upside down on, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other, and Iceman sat with a spoon poking out of his mouth and a bowl of rapidly disintegrating cereal in front of him.
"...What?" she said, startled.
"Good morning," Bobby said around the spoon before pulling it out.
"And I inquired as to how you were feeling on this particularly lovely day," Beast added. "But perhaps it's earlier for some of us than others. Coffee, Rogue?"
The young mutant known only as Rogue blinked, twice, and tried to get a grip on reality as she said, "Oh. No thanks, Hank."
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Date: 2009-08-20 05:16 am (UTC)This was going to be tough.
"...Heya, Wolvie."
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Date: 2009-08-20 05:36 am (UTC)I sniff, just to check if I smell any salt, like she's been spending time on a tropical island, but I get something else, first.
The hell am I smelling him for?
Ah, hell.
Remember how I $#%^&ing hate time travel?
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Date: 2009-08-20 06:22 am (UTC)"Girl's got a right to some sun'n sand everyone once in a while, doesn't she?"
"Nice to see someone's finding some leisure time and not inviting anybody else along even though they could totally use a vacation too," Bobby groused in a stream of words that should have required more lung capacity to get out. Rogue tossed her coffee cup at him, with the hot coffee still inside.
"Geez!" He turned in the chair, fingers frosting over, freezing the liquid in time for it to shatter against his face and arms. Beast reached down a hand to catch the cup before it could do the same.
"Perhaps it would be wiser to allow her to finish the coffee before arousing her ire, Robert."
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Date: 2009-08-23 09:42 am (UTC)And if no one has any context for that word in the middle there, they're not going to look on it as anything other than than that.
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Date: 2009-08-24 03:41 am (UTC)"Hallway," she told Wolverine, and kicked the leg of Bobby's chair as she passed it.
"Eat your frosted flakes."
"They're mini wheats," he muttered, watching her go.
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Date: 2009-08-24 03:51 am (UTC)Neither of 'em make any move to help, which is what I want, and the sensible thing to do if they value their skins. Still. Chickens.
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Date: 2009-08-24 04:08 am (UTC)Smelled like Westchester.
"Call me crazy, but this feels like home."
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Date: 2009-08-26 03:38 am (UTC)I wait to see if she's got any more idea than me why we're so conveniently home.
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Date: 2009-08-26 05:26 am (UTC)"Don't look at me like I know what's goin' on, c'n barely hear m'own thoughts right now," she mumbled, rubbing a hand over her face and hating the feel of fabric.
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:52 am (UTC)Time.
Yeah, that's the kicker.
"Great. Don't know if you noticed, but this is a few dozen apocalypses earlier than I'm meant to be. Don't know about you, but I don't much fancy playing Bishop."
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Date: 2009-08-27 05:23 am (UTC)"Look, we'll... Between Hank 'n, heck, we'll give Forge a call, so between the two of them we'll figure out what's goin' on. Won't take 'em more 'n a day or two, 'm sure."
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Date: 2009-08-28 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-29 06:15 am (UTC)"He's sick, lookin' more like th'man in th'iron mask than himself. ...Don't let Scott catch you."
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Date: 2009-08-29 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-29 06:21 am (UTC)"....I need t'sit Hank down, have a chat with him," she murmured. "Or someone else who's good at time-jumpin'. Which means not Bishop."