Now let me teach you "Whiteman hump much buffalo in the mountains"in Lakota....

Oct 24, 2001 16:40

Ok, the next time I hear anybody claiming he/she/it is a god, I'm going to hide under my bed and not come out until Ragnarok is over. I have no clue how to say how long ago it was since I last posted an update, because it feels like somebody did the twist time and screw things up schtick. That and I believe I just spent around 24 hours sleeping like the dead. It feels like forever, it probably wasn't. I'm not going to look at a calendar other than to verify that I have indeed missed Mardi Gras again. This makes it, what? Eleven years in a row? Someday, I'll make good on the promise to go back.

I don't know what possessed me to ride along with the rest of the X-Men to the great Northwest to deal with a goddess hell-bent to punish guys wearing leather. Luckily, I wasn't wearing leather or spandex, so she was slightly kinder to me and didn't try to kill me on the spot. I also remember ducking and running through the woods wondering why we just didn't let the Avengers handle this. Then there was the "Oh, yeah! They're handling a big fight in the Pacific Ocean." With what I had no clue, the news wasn't too specific with details, but I'd rather be filled full of arrows than drowning in salt water for some reason. Besides, we had a former Avenger with us. Which reminds me to buy McCoy a round or seven, for basically pulling the X-Men's collective butts out of the firing range. I really got tired of dodging behind the transfixed corpses of loggers. Who knew goddesses liked fuzzy guys?

Anyway, suffice it to say when the X-Men have to deal with the Greek gods again, I want Chuckles to be back and myself long gone. I'm sure you'll get more detailed reports from Ororo and McCoy [if you have a dictionary handy for McCoy's $50 vocab] on the rest of the events. I think I did well enough among the X-Men. Even though I was tagged out in the middle of the big challenge or whatever. I think it was the middle. I don't know. McCoy was the big man of mythological knowledge, and thus a vital part of dealing with what Zeus was throwing at us.

Though I must admit I found this highly amusing. A big godly man throwing a fit because his powers weren't up to snuff and he couldn't get a piece of Ororo. [Note to self: Go back and change the wording before Storm reads this.]

Anyway, I had no clue where Lucky disappeared throughout this whole debacle. He's not being very talkative on the subject, and he knows full well that I'm not going to push him on it. [Though it doesn't stop me from possibly talking Rogue and/or Ororo to talk to him.] It will either come out in due time or not at all. The only thing that matters is that he's present and seemingly not bothered by whatever happened. Though I've noticed with these mutants seeming to be ok is not particularly ok.

Take for example, Rogue. She better be thanking the Greek gods for the interruption. I'm near to nailing exactly what's bothering her. Her performance in lessons is starting to flag off. Something's bothering her, and she's losing sleep over it. I haven't brought this up to anybody else's attention yet. Though I may talk to Lucky. He normally gets to the heart of the matter quickly, sees things I normally dismiss as important and the prove to be so. It's an annoying trait for him, let me tell you. He's never learned to be smug about it, so I never have reason to slap the back of his head.

Another example would be Worthington. I think the wheelchair, even though temporary, is not making him a happy camper. Though he seemed well enough to go with McCoy and Drake up to visit the Summerses in Alaska. Betsy agreed the change in scenery would do him good. [I think his brooding was starting to affect Betsy. She wouldn't react much when I called her "the Incredible G-String Woman." I miss the days where she'd at least try to kick my ass.]

Though Reyes found out I trashed her laptop and tried to make up for Betsy's lack of buttkicking. She was sneaky and did it under the guise of a training exercise. I only escaped because I told her a new and better one was on the way, and I'd pay the exorbitant fees to try to retrieve any data on the brand new doorstop that she didn't have backed up.

For now, I'm going up to what was once a storage room in the attic and poking around. It's basically empty. So, maybe I can finagle it so I can have a temporary office and room up on that side. [Ororo still holds domain on the other side.] I think I can work it out. That way I can leave rooms that were Chuckle's alone and not have some X-Men resentment rain down on me or something.

-D
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