Log
Emma says:
He was asleep. Finally the being that had taken over her body was asleep. It was time to teach him that no one took over Emma Frost. Unfortunity for Emma something went wrong and she was pushed out of her body. The things that happened afterwards was a blur. Bouncing around until she found some familier ground. Misforturne seemed to be on Emma's bad side that night cause the body she found herself in was the last one she would want to be in. 'Her' eyes fluttered open and the first thing she noticed was a twinkie wrapper. Of all the bodies in the world, she had ended up in Bobby Drake's.
Bobby says:
Bobby's own mind stirred from his restful state, somehow his eyes had opened of their own accord...or rather... "HARRRRGGHHHHHHH!" The jolt of whatever-it-was landed Bobby's sleak frame amoung the wrappers and clothes that littered his floor. Something didn't seem right, he didn't bother trying to move and if he didn't know any better it seemed oddly cramped. More so the fact that something else--someone else--was there.
Emma says:
"Bobby Drake, you need to hire a maid if you are not going to keep this place clean," Emma said to him in his mind. Or rather it was there mind for now. Maybe she wasn't alive anymore. Maybe she had died and this was her torture. But the cruel reality of it sunk in as she took in the room though Bobby's eyes.
Bobby says:
The same pair of eyes were bringing the same imagery to Bobby's own senses. He pulled a frown, slightly grimacing, "If this is your idea of a joke, Emma..." Under his will the right arm lifted to the bed frame and hoisted the jostled body to a standing position. It was harder than usual to gain a proper control over his appendages, but he managed to snatch up a pair of pants and struggle them up to his waist. Bobby was a man to sleep in just his undies, and just the idea of Emma glimpsing that could make for a nightmare.
Emma says:
"Trust me this is no joke. I am not enjoying the fact that I am stuck in your head while you are pulling on some pants!" Emma had to stop to calm herself. She would not panic. Panicing would be a loss of control and she was not going to lose anymore control. "I was kicked out of my body."
Bobby says:
Bobby froze, tripping over a too-long pant leg and slamming into the wall. "You were what and you're where?!" A short silent moment lapsed, it was too much to take in. His body slid down along the wall and collasped in a heap on the floor.
Emma says:
"I was kicked out for my body!" Emma let out an impatient sigh. "Whoever or whatever caused the dreams before has taken over my body. I tried to overpower him and get it back but I got pushed out instead. Pushed out and stuck in her with you."
Bobby says:
"...I don't want you to be stuck in here with me." Another silent moment. "You saw me without my pants on!" The frown greatened, Bobby's discomfort growing with the passing moment.
Emma says:
"Quick as ever Bobby. And trust me, I don't want to be in here! I would have rather share with Warren. I'd even settle for one of the girls. Anyone but you!"
Bobby says:
"Yeah? Well...I don't like you either!" Eye's narrowed to slits, for the time being Bobby figured the best course of action was to sit, not trusting Emma much to control his body. He spied a Twinkie just next to his leg and grabbed it, peeling away its outer cover and taking a satisfying bite out of it.
Emma says:
"Gah!" The rush of sugar going into Bobby's mouth was enough to put Emma into shock. She managed to get control of his other arm and used to clamp onto the other one and started to pull the Twinkie away from Bobby's mouth.
Bobby says:
"Whu--? HEY!" Bobby's left foot lifted to the call and weaved itself in between the hands, pinning Emma's down and allowing him to stuff the rest of the Twinkie into his mouth. And over his mouth. And up his nose.
Emma says:
"Smooth Drake, real smooth." It was then that Emma realized that Warren had probably noticed that she had left by now. Not wanting him to think she had left him, she forced Bobby into the back of his mind so she could have control of his body. She jumped up from the floor and started to run for the door before tripping over Bobby's pants leg. It was only by luck that she managed to keep them from falling before making it out the door. "Warren!"
Bobby says:
Bobby's consciousness crashed into the back of his skull. "No! Not Wings! I'm not letting you talk to Wings in MY body! I'll be scarred for life!" He tore at Emma for control, but her being a telepath seemed to give her the advantage.
Emma says:
"And he'll be scarred for life if I don't! He'll think I lift him on purpose." Emma was not about to let Bobby have control back yet and the weirdness of speeching out load to him hit her. Shaking it off while holding onto Bobby's pants, she banged on Warren's door.
Bobby says:
Bobby seized a small amount of control over his hands, and grabbed onto the nearest hung decoration, "Won't!" He started pulling himself away from the door, not wishing to be around for the embarassment soon to follow.
Emma says:
"Bobby, I don't want him to know anymore than you do but do you want to see one of your best friends hurting," Emma growled at him. Managing to pulled his hands away from the decoration, it only caused it to go flying down the hall.
Bobby/Warren says:
The door cracked open, Warren's confused face peering out at the half-dressed Bobby. He gave Bobby a glance and then a skeptial look after spotting the decoration's damage down the hall. "Don't tell me...you're redecorating..."
From within, Bobby resigned to letting Emma steer. He had no desire to try and explain to Warren that there was a woman in him. It sounded...wrong.
Emma says:
"It's Bobby's fault." Bobby's shoulders whinced slightly as Emma realized how insane that sounded. Bobby saying it was Bobby's fault. She really needed to watch it. "I can I come in and talk to you for a moment."
Bobby/Warren says:
Warren raised his eyebrows, trying to sort out what was going on. "Uh...sure, okay. Just don't tear anything off the wall and throw it out the window or anything." He stepped back from the doorway to permit entrance. It seemed foolish to let the confusion sink in, most of the time there wasn't anything logical to Bobby Drake.
"It was not my fault!" Bobby's face contorted into an annoyed, childish glare. He crossed his arms over and made an attempt to fight Emma off. Though juvinelle, Bobby found some relief in giving Emma trouble.
Emma says:
Emma growled in frustration at Bobby before beating him back. Now was not the time to agrue. She had to make sure Warren was okay first. She rocked on Bobby's heels before crossing the rooms. "So how are you holding up? You know, with Emma just up and leaving and all?"
Bobby/Warren says:
It was incredibly offsetting to hear Bobby being concerned over such things, Warren could only assume the end of the world was coming next. He gave a shrug, trying to fight back the sinking feeling in his heart, the emptiness Emma left him with. "I'll be fine, though I'm just worried I might've said something...done something...spooked her off..." A hand flicked about trying to conjur up the words, but Warren was at a loss.
Bobby inwardly snorted, unintentionally allowing his physical self to do the same. He coughed a "Sorry" before slipping back to the recesses of his mind.
Emma says:
Emma gave Bobby a mental glare before turning her concern back to Warren. "You didn't do anything to spook me off. I didn't go anywhere. At least not on my own will." With a sigh, Emma flopped down on the bed. "The headaches I have been having, they were attacks to weaken me. The person that was causing the dreams has taken over my body. I tried to get it back and ended up in here instead. It's me Warren. Emma."
Bobby/Warren says:
"And she had to take an occupied body too..." Bobby flexed his eyebrows into a pitiful look. "Why couldn't you take Hank or...or...that French guy?!"
Eyes lit with realization after several fleeting moments of disbelief, if not for the sake of ackwardness he would've run to her and cradled her. He mentally kicked himself for the thought, there's no way he was going to embrace Bobby. "You're alright! You're..." He joined in Bobby's pitiful expression, "In Bobby's body..." Fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, not knowing what to do about the matter.
Emma says:
"Hey! I would have gladly went else where!" If it wasn't for the fact that she was sharing a body with him, Emma would have strangled Bobby right then and there. Sad eyes turned to look up at Warren. "Yeah. Isn't life a bitch. He tried eating a Twinkie earlier."
Bobby/Warren says:
"What do you have against Twinkies, anyway?" Bobby jerked his body around to face opposite of Warren. "It's my body, I'll eat whatever I want!" He clasped a hand up in his ruffled hair and crunched on the bed.
Warren remained frozen in his place. It was one thing to see Emma and Bobby fight, it was another to see Bobby fight himself physically, even if Emma was holding one side of the arguement. He offered a hopeless shrug, "Atleast you're safe so to speak..."
Emma says:
"If we make it to the end of the week at this rate it will amaze me." Just then a horrifing thought hit Emma. "Oh god. I can't be stuck in here that long. Even a day is too much. It was bad enough knowing he was in his underwear when he woke up. I am not taking a shower in his body!"
Bobby/Warren says:
Bobby let out a weak groan, "Don't even say that..." If there was one person in the world that he didn't need seeing that sort of thing, it was Emma. If it didn't send them both into shock first.
Stomach lurching, Warren took a seat and bent over, trying to calm his nerves. "You've got to be kidding me." He let his head fall on the wood backing of the chair, closing his eyes and praying that it might all be some nightmare.
Emma says:
Emma caused Bobby's body to fall back on the bed, a frustrated groan coming from them as she did. "Why did it have to be Bobby's body. Why not yours? I could have handled that. Not like I haven't seen you naked before. But Bobby... Anyone know a good therpist?"
Bobby/Warren says:
"You're worried about Warren...but what about Rogue?" Not wanting to remain on the bed, Bobby lifted his body and trudged over to the door. His head flicked up with sudden purpose. "...Rogue! Oh man, I promised her we'd...we'd..." His lips kept moving but no sound came out. It seemed horrific to even let Emma near Rogue, too many things could go wrong.
Warren raised his head just enough to give Bobby and Emma a sideways glance. "You can't just...hop out of his body?" It seemed a reasonable idea, but then he realized the lack of free bodies aroung the institute. Hopes fell again. "Oh...right, nevermind."
Emma says:
"Don't even think about it buddy boy.If I can't touch Warren because I'm stuck in here, you are sure as bloody hell not going to go kissing with that power sucker of yours." One of Bobby's finger pointed into the air before Emma realized how stupid that work and instead jabbed Bobby in the chest with his own finger. Making his body moved, she looked back over at Warren. "Would make it a little hard without any telepathy. All I got is a walking popsicle here."
Bobby says:
Bobby forced his eyes from the sight of Warren, "You just have bad karma, don't kick me about it." He pulled his arms up into a locked position, the least Emma could do was show a little gratitude for not being a disembodied spirit.
"That's true..." Warren said as he tapped a finger thoughtfully to his temple. "But there are a few around here that have telepathy, maybe they can help?"
Emma says:
"They might. Though I don't know if I handle anyone else knowing yet." It was a little hard to talk to someone when you were having to fight to look at them. "But then the sooner I get out of here the better."
Bobby says:
"Sure, fine. I'm hungry, can we go already?" Feet found footing on the solid ground, patience wore thin, and a mist of translucent vapor to escape from his lips. The last thing Bobby needed was to hear out Emma and Warren blahblahblah about blah and blah for blah reasons.
Blue eyes trailed away from Bobby once more, it was just too ackward for Warren. He found himself examining a wing more than paying attention, possibly as a defense for his sanity.
Emma says:
"Welcome to Hell," Emma said to herself as she gave in and let Bobby have back full corner. In the back of his mind she settled down to brood about the whole thing.
Bobby says:
Unintenionally Bobby picked up on Emma's thinking, he loosened his stony expression . "Oh come on, s'only as bad as you want to make it. What have I done so much to make you hate me?"
Emma says:
"I'm stuck in a body that is not my own. Not to mention the fact that I have no clue what is happening to my own body. I don't know when I will get it back, if ever. And I know have to deal with your love life while not being able to do anything about mine. So shouldn't I be allowed to be upset?"
Bobby says:
"...No, you shouldn't. I'm just as stuck as you are." To the innocent bystander it probably would have looked something like Bobby swinging his arms about in argumentive pose, talking to himself about his love lives. "If you get to be upset, then I get to cry my eyes out. Do you know how creepy it is to have a woman pulling my strings?"
Emma says:
"Do you know how weird it is to be in control of a male body when you're a woman? Not as fun as you would think it would be." A sigh passed through Bobby's mind. "I guess it's better than being dead though."
Bobby says:
"What's so wrong with a male body? I'm rather fond of my body, why shouldn't you be too?" Slim fingers ran through Bobby's mop of light brown hair, it seemed impossible for any girl to resist his charm. He broke into a devilish grin.
Emma says:
"Nothing is wrong with it. There's just a difference between looking at one and being in one. And I'm much more fond of Warren's thank you very much."
Bobby says:
"Yeah, well, Warren's not exactly my type." He gave a shrug, turning on a bend and making his way down the stairs.
Emma says:
"Nor is Rogue mine so I'm glad that is settled. Just where are we going anyway?"
Bobby says:
"Kitchen, where else? I'm starved." On key his stomach gave a low grumble. "Unless you want to deprive me of that too."
Emma says:
"No, eating is fine. How else is one to keep going." Emma let out a laugh as she realized something. "I think this is the longest we have talked without one of us leaving or throwing something. But then it does make it little hard when we're in the same body."
Bobby says:
Bobby made a grab for a box of Cheerios in the pantry, he clutched the yellow box and straightened up. It was true, they never talked, it was tradition by now for them to not get along. Somehow it made Bobby more nervous than comforted. "Do me the favor and don't sock me, then, 'kay?" His search pivoted to finding a bowl. "I bruise easy."
Emma says:
"Don't worry. I won't. I would feel it too," she pointed out matter of factly.
Bobby says:
Eyes narrowed, that statement seemed to open up a door of possiblities. "So...what if I iced up then?"
Emma says:
"Then I'd feel what ever it is you feel when you ice up. And yes I can control your powers if I want."
Bobby says:
Bobby's mouth dropped, that clinched it. He'd already been uneasy about his powers and his capabilities to use them in situations, now he had to worry about someone else controlling them. His heart sank like a lead ball. A few questions tormented his mind, but he tried his best to hide them from Emma. "That's...that's neat..." He went to pour the cereal from it's holding cell, but spilled the crunchy O's across the floor instead.
Emma says:
"Smooth as ever Drake." Through his eyes Emma was able to watch the cereal roll across the floor. "Need a nerve pill?"
Bobby says:
"Milk. I need milk." He struck a finger up, as if he'd just be enlightened with true knowledge. Emma was easily ignored, Bobby wasn't about to allow her to start prying at his mind.
Emma says:
Emma let out a hmpf sound in Bobby's mind. Fine. If he was goinh to ignore her then she was just going to go back to brooding.
Bobby says:
Emma's hmpf caused Bobby's mind to throb, he winced slightly before latching hand to the door and claiming the carton. It slipped from his grasp and splashed across the floor. Bobby stood in silence eyeing the mess with frustration, a combination of anger from the idea that Emma could use his body and powers and that from his loss of motor skills suddenly.
Emma says:
Sensing Bobby's thoughts and watching him drop yet another thing, Emma took his moment of anger and weakness to take control of the body. The milk froze together is one giant cube before she had picked it up and threw it in the sink. Then grabbing another cartoon, she sat Bobby down at the table and fixed him his bowl of cereal. "There. Now eat."
Bobby says:
Pitiful eyes gazed at the bowl for a long second. "I coulda done that..." He breathed under his breath though it held no comfort to him.
Emma says:
"Sure you could have. After making a mess of the whole kitchen. Now eat before it gets all mussy."
Bobby says:
He took a spoonful of the cereal and munched noisily on it, if not degrading his age by ten years. "Yes, mother," he scoffed, any small amount of gained friendliness between the two vanished instantly.
Emma says:
Emma let out another hmpf just because she knew it made Bobby's head hurt. "Enjoy your breakfast Popsicle." Then it was completely quiet as she withdrew into his mind.
Bobby says:
The cereal bubbled and blurped at Bobby with almost as much mirth as he had for Emma at this moment. Fine. He wouldn't eat. The bowl was pushed aside as he let his head rest in his arms on the table. If she felt what he felt, she'd have to stick out the hunger too.