Westchester, New York, Bobby's Earth-616 [Early Friday Morning Fandom-Time]
"I am not enjoying this!" Cecilia Reyes wailed as she, Bobby, Sookie, and Marrow ice-slid through the woods on the outskirts of a quaint little hamlet called Salem Center.
Bobby Drake
"I kind of got that impression from your nails digging in to my neck, but thanks for spelling it out, Cecilia," Bobby rolled his eyes.
Cecilia Reyes
"Put me down, Drake! I'm freezing! I can't even feel my fingers or nails anymore!"
Marrow
"Enough! Less whining, more shutting up, woman!" Marrow spoke up. "Faster!"
Bobby
"See, now you're upsetting Marrow. Is that any way to make friends?" Bobby asked with a smirk.
Sookie Stackhouse
"I'm not sure anyone here is much into the whole friend-making thing," Sookie noted under her breath. Cranky? Who, where?
Bobby
"Well, you know, that whole facing-death-together thing is supposed to be a bonding experience, but I don't think these two got the memo."
Marrow
"Is that the best you can do, Iceman?" Marrow sniped. "I thought you X-Heads had some chops."
Bobby
"I'm sorry?" Bobby said, his tone full of innocence. "That sounded like a dare..."
Oh, Bobby. So far at least Sookie didn't actually want to kill you too. You should probably stay far away from doing anything that might change that.
Sookie
Yeah, Sookie agreed with that narrative, which is why her eyes narrowed and a bolt of irritation shot through their mental bond. << Bobby, you should be glad my patience has held out this long with just them. Don't you try it, too. >>
Bobby
But- Bobby pouted at her, briefly. He'd really wanted to shake things up, maybe show off with a couple loop-de-loops... Oh, *fine*. He settled for speeding up slightly, anxious to show off the place he still thought of his real home to everyone. Well, mostly Sookie. But the others too.
"Now that," he said with a flourish, as he lowered the ice-slide down to ground level at the front door of Xavier's mansion, "is how you get from Point A to Point B in style." Wings, pfft. Who needed 'em?
Marrow
"It's not that great," Marrow disagreed with a dismissive scoff. "Just another upworlder eyesore."
Bobby
"Sure, it's not the sub-sub basement of Grand Central station," Bobby replied as he iced down. "Thanks be to god. But I'm sure you'll find all the comforts of your local sewer pipe right here. Alien Shi'ar TV sets, with five gazillion channels, the always-good-for-a-chuckle Danger Room, a couple of walk in fridges..." So, kinda like Fandom, really, except with a tendency to get blown up more often...
Sookie
"Not everyone's gonna count the walk-in fridge as comforting, sweetheart, but this place is huge," Sookie said affectionately. "Anything fun for a little telepath to play with?"
Bobby
...Walk in fridges were totally comforting, damnit!
"Well, there's Cerebro, if you can get the clearance for that; helluva trip, apparently... And I've heard the kitchen is huge," Bobby offered. "Of course, they never let me in, so it's hard to say for sure." Something of an exaggeration. He was allowed in the kitchen; he just wasn't allowed to help in the kitchen.
"Of course, I left my keys in my other snowsuit, so sub-zero lockpicking it is," he held up one hand to the door, and, with a flourish, sent a small tendril of ice through the lock, cracking it open. "Without further ado, as an official emissary of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, let me be the first to say..." the door swung open, and Bobby looked around, feeling as if the world had just dropped out right from under him. "...Welcome home?" he finished shakily.
There was nothing. Not a piece of furniture, not a swatch of carpet. Not even a fleck of paint left to disturb the purity of bare wood walls. What stood now at 1407 Greymalkin Lane was a hollow shrine to the hatred of one man and his crusade to cripple a people... four walls and an echo.
Bobby focused on the repetition of his own heartbeat until he was sure that what he was seeing was real, and not just some horrible dream. He couldn't remember feeling this cold; not even when his powers were first manifesting.
Sookie
Sookie silently reached out for his hand, staring around in awe for an entirely different reason.
"I take it it's usually a little fuller than this," she said quietly.
Bobby
Bobby found the presence of mind to nod as he took hold of Sookie's hand in a death grip. "Usually," he confirmed.
Behind them, Marrow seemed to find this whole situation terribly funny, judging by the snickering.
Cecilia
Cecilia, meanwhile, was reacting much the same as Bobby was. Up until now, she'd held on to the tiniest hope that things might be okay after all, but then to open the doors and find- "Nothing! There's nothing here!" she shouted at Sookie. "Why did I follow you?" she focused her attention back to Bobby. "For this? For nothing?" she spat, before turning abruptly and heading back outside, needing to be alone.
Sookie
"It isn't funny," Sookie said, all but snapping at Marrow. "Hush." She turned back to Bobby. "Do you want me to follow her? Try and calm things a little?" It was all she could think to offer.
Bobby
"That'd be gr-" unfortunately, Bobby never got to finish his sentence, as that's when the rest of the X-Men arrived home.
Via the hole in the roof created by one Sam Guthrie, aptly named Cannonball. Bobby barely even had time to put up an ice-shield to stop the falling debris as everyone came crashing through.
The crashing was followed by shouting as everyone tried to sort out where all their stuff had gone, who exactly Sookie was, what Marrow was doing there, and oh, yes, why Scott had apparently swallowed a bomb.
Cecilia
Drawn back by the commotion, Cecilia quickly assessed the situation, her doctor's training overriding her pity party.
She sent the southern kid (well, the male one anyway, since he had the means to move the fastest of anyone there) off to find something resembling medical supplies, and then turned to Sookie. "You," she said, pointing, "can you help Red there keep her boyfriend under? With no anesthetic, telepathy will have to do."
Sookie
Sookie just nodded, frantically trying to recall how Emma and Karla had helped her manage pain before. It wasn't something in her direct skill set, honestly.
But she scooted over to Jean with a small, hesitant smile for Scott, and reached out with her mind. << Hey, there, buddy. I know you...don't exactly know me, but let me help out, here. >>
Jean Grey
Jean spared Sookie a quick smile of her own, as she shifted her concentration from helping dull Scott's pain to telekinetically keeping the nanotech bombs from creeping any further.
Cecilia
"Drake," Cecilia directed. "Can you use that power of yours to bring his body temp down?"
Bobby
"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "Yeah, I can." The affair turned out to be a real team effort, once Sam had returned with a handful of pilfered medical supplies.
...but no scalpel. Luckily, Wolverine came equipped with his own. It wasn't pretty, and there were moments where Bobby was sure he was going to lose his lunch, but they got the job more or less done, and then Marrow offered up a couple of her bone spikes to pry out the remaining nanotech.
With Scott tucked away on a makeshift bed of leaves in one of the rooms with orders to get some rest, Bobby had taken Sookie off to what had, once upon a time, been his room. Now it looked just like all the others: stripped down and and scrubbed clean down to the microscopic level.
"Not exactly the introduction I wanted to give you to the life of an X-Man," he admitted ruefully.
Sookie
"Hey, it's not like I was expecting anything typical, anyway," she said with a little smile. "It's just more atypical than usual. "Any clue about why this happened?"
Bobby
"Bastion," Bobby said, and despite all the speechifying he'd done the other day to the Zero Tolerance leader about letting go of such things, he found that familiar anger bubble up within him once again. "Wolverine says the place reeks of his nanotech. The same stuff he used to put that bomb in Scott's chest." He sighed, kicking one foot against the edge of the wall. "Practically my whole life was in this room, once upon a time."
[ooc: preplayed with the effervescent justwantsquiet. some dialogue snagged and altered from x-men #70. nfb for distance, tbc in comments, offer void in quebec.]
Bobby Drake
"I kind of got that impression from your nails digging in to my neck, but thanks for spelling it out, Cecilia," Bobby rolled his eyes.
Cecilia Reyes
"Put me down, Drake! I'm freezing! I can't even feel my fingers or nails anymore!"
Marrow
"Enough! Less whining, more shutting up, woman!" Marrow spoke up. "Faster!"
Bobby
"See, now you're upsetting Marrow. Is that any way to make friends?" Bobby asked with a smirk.
Sookie Stackhouse
"I'm not sure anyone here is much into the whole friend-making thing," Sookie noted under her breath. Cranky? Who, where?
Bobby
"Well, you know, that whole facing-death-together thing is supposed to be a bonding experience, but I don't think these two got the memo."
Marrow
"Is that the best you can do, Iceman?" Marrow sniped. "I thought you X-Heads had some chops."
Bobby
"I'm sorry?" Bobby said, his tone full of innocence. "That sounded like a dare..."
Oh, Bobby. So far at least Sookie didn't actually want to kill you too. You should probably stay far away from doing anything that might change that.
Sookie
Yeah, Sookie agreed with that narrative, which is why her eyes narrowed and a bolt of irritation shot through their mental bond. << Bobby, you should be glad my patience has held out this long with just them. Don't you try it, too. >>
Bobby
But- Bobby pouted at her, briefly. He'd really wanted to shake things up, maybe show off with a couple loop-de-loops... Oh, *fine*. He settled for speeding up slightly, anxious to show off the place he still thought of his real home to everyone. Well, mostly Sookie. But the others too.
"Now that," he said with a flourish, as he lowered the ice-slide down to ground level at the front door of Xavier's mansion, "is how you get from Point A to Point B in style." Wings, pfft. Who needed 'em?
Marrow
"It's not that great," Marrow disagreed with a dismissive scoff. "Just another upworlder eyesore."
Bobby
"Sure, it's not the sub-sub basement of Grand Central station," Bobby replied as he iced down. "Thanks be to god. But I'm sure you'll find all the comforts of your local sewer pipe right here. Alien Shi'ar TV sets, with five gazillion channels, the always-good-for-a-chuckle Danger Room, a couple of walk in fridges..." So, kinda like Fandom, really, except with a tendency to get blown up more often...
Sookie
"Not everyone's gonna count the walk-in fridge as comforting, sweetheart, but this place is huge," Sookie said affectionately. "Anything fun for a little telepath to play with?"
Bobby
...Walk in fridges were totally comforting, damnit!
"Well, there's Cerebro, if you can get the clearance for that; helluva trip, apparently... And I've heard the kitchen is huge," Bobby offered. "Of course, they never let me in, so it's hard to say for sure." Something of an exaggeration. He was allowed in the kitchen; he just wasn't allowed to help in the kitchen.
"Of course, I left my keys in my other snowsuit, so sub-zero lockpicking it is," he held up one hand to the door, and, with a flourish, sent a small tendril of ice through the lock, cracking it open. "Without further ado, as an official emissary of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, let me be the first to say..." the door swung open, and Bobby looked around, feeling as if the world had just dropped out right from under him. "...Welcome home?" he finished shakily.
There was nothing. Not a piece of furniture, not a swatch of carpet. Not even a fleck of paint left to disturb the purity of bare wood walls. What stood now at 1407 Greymalkin Lane was a hollow shrine to the hatred of one man and his crusade to cripple a people... four walls and an echo.
Bobby focused on the repetition of his own heartbeat until he was sure that what he was seeing was real, and not just some horrible dream. He couldn't remember feeling this cold; not even when his powers were first manifesting.
Sookie
Sookie silently reached out for his hand, staring around in awe for an entirely different reason.
"I take it it's usually a little fuller than this," she said quietly.
Bobby
Bobby found the presence of mind to nod as he took hold of Sookie's hand in a death grip. "Usually," he confirmed.
Behind them, Marrow seemed to find this whole situation terribly funny, judging by the snickering.
Cecilia
Cecilia, meanwhile, was reacting much the same as Bobby was. Up until now, she'd held on to the tiniest hope that things might be okay after all, but then to open the doors and find- "Nothing! There's nothing here!" she shouted at Sookie. "Why did I follow you?" she focused her attention back to Bobby. "For this? For nothing?" she spat, before turning abruptly and heading back outside, needing to be alone.
Sookie
"It isn't funny," Sookie said, all but snapping at Marrow. "Hush." She turned back to Bobby. "Do you want me to follow her? Try and calm things a little?" It was all she could think to offer.
Bobby
"That'd be gr-" unfortunately, Bobby never got to finish his sentence, as that's when the rest of the X-Men arrived home.
Via the hole in the roof created by one Sam Guthrie, aptly named Cannonball. Bobby barely even had time to put up an ice-shield to stop the falling debris as everyone came crashing through.
The crashing was followed by shouting as everyone tried to sort out where all their stuff had gone, who exactly Sookie was, what Marrow was doing there, and oh, yes, why Scott had apparently swallowed a bomb.
Cecilia
Drawn back by the commotion, Cecilia quickly assessed the situation, her doctor's training overriding her pity party.
She sent the southern kid (well, the male one anyway, since he had the means to move the fastest of anyone there) off to find something resembling medical supplies, and then turned to Sookie. "You," she said, pointing, "can you help Red there keep her boyfriend under? With no anesthetic, telepathy will have to do."
Sookie
Sookie just nodded, frantically trying to recall how Emma and Karla had helped her manage pain before. It wasn't something in her direct skill set, honestly.
But she scooted over to Jean with a small, hesitant smile for Scott, and reached out with her mind. << Hey, there, buddy. I know you...don't exactly know me, but let me help out, here. >>
Jean Grey
Jean spared Sookie a quick smile of her own, as she shifted her concentration from helping dull Scott's pain to telekinetically keeping the nanotech bombs from creeping any further.
Cecilia
"Drake," Cecilia directed. "Can you use that power of yours to bring his body temp down?"
Bobby
"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "Yeah, I can." The affair turned out to be a real team effort, once Sam had returned with a handful of pilfered medical supplies.
...but no scalpel. Luckily, Wolverine came equipped with his own. It wasn't pretty, and there were moments where Bobby was sure he was going to lose his lunch, but they got the job more or less done, and then Marrow offered up a couple of her bone spikes to pry out the remaining nanotech.
With Scott tucked away on a makeshift bed of leaves in one of the rooms with orders to get some rest, Bobby had taken Sookie off to what had, once upon a time, been his room. Now it looked just like all the others: stripped down and and scrubbed clean down to the microscopic level.
"Not exactly the introduction I wanted to give you to the life of an X-Man," he admitted ruefully.
Sookie
"Hey, it's not like I was expecting anything typical, anyway," she said with a little smile. "It's just more atypical than usual. "Any clue about why this happened?"
Bobby
"Bastion," Bobby said, and despite all the speechifying he'd done the other day to the Zero Tolerance leader about letting go of such things, he found that familiar anger bubble up within him once again. "Wolverine says the place reeks of his nanotech. The same stuff he used to put that bomb in Scott's chest." He sighed, kicking one foot against the edge of the wall. "Practically my whole life was in this room, once upon a time."
[ooc: preplayed with the effervescent justwantsquiet. some dialogue snagged and altered from x-men #70. nfb for distance, tbc in comments, offer void in quebec.]