And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain.
Age: 28 and one day.
Presents: Early birthday present of a formal watch from Logan, personalized lapel pin from Jeran, Irish wool sweater from Siryn, cowboy hat and flowers from Sam, whiskey, telescope and flowers from Jareth, hug from Jubilee. Large gift certificate from New York Cheesecake Factory from Scott. And... All-day, all-expenses certificate for a trip to a spa from Logan.
Birthday Cake: Highly sinful Death By Chocolate concoction.
Conclusion: I am spoiled rotten by everyone here, and my best friend and my boyfriend both know me far too well. And, y'know, it's not the presents that make me feel loved, it's the people giving them. The hugs. The caring. (Although all the presents are very much appreciated too, of course.) But I love all of you. It really is a family here.
And I am now taking a very much appreciated sleep-in, although I'll be getting up in an hour to get lunch and teach my afternoon classes. And to go make sure Scott's doing all right. Yesterday was a day to enjoy life, but I know it's got to be rough on him, knowing Madelyne's gone, and with Cerebro still down despite my best efforts, knowing that we have to wait and dance to a tune Creed's called to get her back.
Oh! Delivery from Sabella. Um... wow. Gorgeous red silk dress and a ruby necklace, a dozen pink roses and a card that's a classic inside joke. Gee. I really need to find out when her birthday is now.
OOC: Logs! And I should have two more, but my computer crashed and ate them. Also, the card from Sabella read 'To the mother of my child'. Hee. So...
X-Men MUCK - Wednesday, November 05, 2003, 5:58 PM
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<> Kitchen - Lv1
Meant to service a large number of people, this kitchen is vast, with more than one oven and several stainless steel work surfaces. Inset into the ceiling are fluorescent glow strips, throwing everything into bright, if somewhat harsh light. At meal times, kitchen workers scurry to and fro with pans and food and various other sundry items. But out of those times, everything is in its place, and there's even a tray of cold snacks for those who might come in search of a bite to eat.
[Exits : [Pat]io, and [H]allway ]
Siryn is actually whistling as she brings her dirty dishes from the dining room into the kitchen. Her plate is actually clean too - appears her appetite has returned, thanks to some recent good conversation. She moves towards the dishwasher and begins to put things in order, shaking her behind to whatever Irish diddy she's trying to make a go at.
Hooray, hooray, for an empty medbay! While Jean, with Madelyne still missing and Cerebro still working, not to mention fresh from yet another sniping session with Emma Frost, isn't exactly leaping for joy, there's a distinct hint of accomplished satisfaction to the newly minted 28-year-old doctor's features as she rummages around in the freezer in search of ice cream. Jean's singing to herself as well, although it seems to be some 80s dance beat instead of celtic crooning.
Scott has arrived.
Jareth has arrived.
Scott walks into the kitchen, he's been walking around hunting for the redhead doctor for part of the afternoon. "Hey Jean?" he asks, pretty sure he's looking at Jean's back. "I wanted to give this to you before I forgot. It's from me..." he says, holding a card in his hand. Complete with a pretty envelope that only Scott would have picked out for Jean, but safe to say its a good gift. Madelyne disappeared before she could put input into the gift.
Cannonball has arrived.
Siryn stops her whistling as soon as she realizes that there are other people in the kitchen - and not just any people, but teachers too! "Hey Jean," she calls from her spot beside the dishwasher. "Hello, Mr. Summers." Yes, you can certainly tell whom she's more comfortable with. Not that Scott's not a nice guy - but he's still teacher material in her mind. After hearing Scott's comment, she also remembers that today is Jean's birthday, but she holds off her well wishes for the moment.
Jean pokes her head out of the freezer at the sound of greetings, a somewhat sheepish smile on her face, and the rest of her emerging with a tub of heavenly hash ice cream in one hand, and a tablespoon in the other. "Hi, Siryn... Scott! You know you didn't need to get me anything." she chides on seeing the gift, but it's obviously fairly weak as chidings go, more the traditional protests befitting a birthday girl who's no long nine years old and socially permitted to go diving for the presents and cake. Since Jean's also rather curious about just what it is. "Goodness, just let me put this down." And so Jean does, taking a seat on one of the tallboy chairs while she's at it, and reaching for the card, smiling a little at Scott's obvious choice of card.
Scott gives Siryn a forced smile. "Hello Miss Cassidy. It's nice to see you caught up with all the work you missed from visiting your father. Give him my best next time you speak to him," he offers, before Jean gets handed the envelope. "It's nothing huge. You know I'm preoccupied right now, but... I couldn't not do anything," he states. When Jean opens the card she'll find a cute best friends sort of card, with a very hefty gift certificate for the New York Cheesecake Factory inside. Everyone has their kryptonite, and Scott knows Jean's all too well.
The Irish lass finishes putting her dirty dishes away, and then leans casually against the washer as she watches Jean open Scott's gift. To the male teacher, Siryn offers a nod and a "Will do, sir. And the catchin' up wasn't so bad. Jus' a lot o' reading, 'tis all." Since the doctor acknolwedged her, she decides to offer her greetings now. "And a happy birthday te ye, Jean. I also 'ave a gift f'er ye, but it's up in me room." She smiles, a slightly secret grin, and adds, "It's a sweater like the one I gave Jimmy." And speaking of which, "I'm jus' here getting him some cake. He told me earlier that he was wantin' something sweet, so..."
It would likely be a fairly futile idea for Jean to try and hide in work today. People are sure to be coming in search of her all through the day to give birthday greetings or presents. Count Jareth among them. He arrives in the kitchen a short while later, holding something behind his back as he aims toward Jean. "Happy birthday, copperhead." And then, once in arm's length of her, he brings a hand around to lift up a former bouquet of flowers, now carefully twined into a multicolor wreath which he sets atop her head with his trademark impish smile. "I figure you get to be queen for a day, so have a crown."
Cannonball comes strolling in, with a warm smile on his face "Thought i heard voices in here...wow...looks like a full house." one of his hands is hidden behind his back, so he waves with his free hand " Nice ta see ya'll..." as his blue eyes scan over the group, they lock onto Jean and he smiles "Just the lady i was lookin for, got something for you." he pulls the other arm around and hands her a decent sized box and a small bouquet of wildflowers "Happy Birthday Jean...hope ya have a hundred more." with that said he leans in and gives her a light kiss on the cheek. "Looks like you're the Birthday Queen for the day..." he chuckles.
"It's still sweet of you, Scott." Jean counters, before opening the card and letting her eyes widen with gluttonous glee. "-Very- sweet of you. My God, I'm going to be down in the gym for sure." she quips, holding up the gift certificate so that the others can see, before leaning over to give Scott a quick peck on the cheek in gratitude. She's then just in time to be beflowered by Jareth, who promptly earns a playful curtsey, slightly odd looking as she's in jeans. "Queen of the faeries, I think. Or perhaps a hippie queen, if we road trip up to Woodstock... thank you." And Jareth gets a peck on the cheek too. She's about to make a grab for her ice cream when Sam takes the initiative with cheek pecking, and the redhead just has to laugh at the "Big crowd here, all of a sudden. Thanks Sam, and I'll take a hundred if I can age gracefully." before taking the bouquet with a regal (Since she's Queen Jean at the moment.) nod and placing the box on her lap. Unwrapped, it reveals a very stylish black cowboy hat with a red band and even the little feathers tucked into the side. "Oh wow... this is great... and an Irish wool sweater, Siryn? That's awesome... thank -you- too. I'm always freezing in the winter." She pauses as the girl mentions Proudstar, though, and the smile softens to be accompanied by a little shake of her head. "Well, you're welcome to bring him cake... but it might be a bit of a trip to get it to him. He's healing nicely, and his boss wanted to come get him, so I discharged him into Emma's care today. He borrowed the book you lent him, though, said he'll bring it back to you when you see each other next."
Scott gives Jean a smile. "Happy birthday Jean, but I'm gunna go now. I want to be alone for awhile. Take care. And I've not been teaching like you asked," he states, turning and leaving. Everyone gets a slight nod, but Scott has been rather depressed the last day or two since Madelyne was kidnapped, and well. It's better to just leave him alone right now.
Scott goes home.
Jareth leans down a touch and smiles as Jean goes to bestow the peck. He then lifts an eyebrow slightly at the card before waggling a finger in mock sternness. "I'll be holding you to a thorough regimen of sparring matches if you make heavy use of that." Of course, he follows this with a teasing smile directed at the 'fairy queen.' "Hmm. Goblins and fairies now, then? All we need is Elrond or Galadriel to bring in the elves." He looks over the other offerings to the Queen while leaning on the counter.
Cannonball blinks and watches Scott walk out, he looks back to Jean "What's eaten him? " he watches her open all the presents and accept the gifts and smiles "Glad ya liked the hat, for some reason....kind of reminded me of you." with a slight shrug he walks over to a stool nearby and takes a seat. "So what's your royal decree today Queen Jean?"
Siryn nods happily before waving to the departing Scott. The older man seems down and out, but even that can't get her down right now... She chuckles upon seeing what the others have brought, and her smile brighten's as she watches Jareth fit Jean with the flower crown. And then a cowboy hat? Well, headgear appears to be popular item this fall. Her smile falters, however, when the good doctor mentions that Proudstar has left the building. "Wha? Jimmy's gone?" Her tone saddened, her face fallen, the girl moves away from the dishwasher. "Oh. Well, so much f'er bringin' im cake then..."
Rahne has arrived.
Jubilee has arrived.
Drake has arrived.
Still upset over the fact that Jimmy left without a goodbye, (not that he had a chance, considering the way Emma barged on in) Siryn decides that the crowd in the kitchen is just too much for her, and off she goes.
Siryn goes home.
Ah, the kitchen. Busy as usual, with people crowding in and having a remarkably cheerful time for the most part. Jean's seated over on one of the tallboy chairs, with a cowboy hat on her lap, a crown of flowers in her hair, a card on the table beside her, a tub of ice cream on the other side, and generally looking very much like someone having a birthday. Which she is. Cannonball is sitting on a nearby stool, Jareth's leaning on the counter, and Scott and Siryn have both left very recently after giving their own greetings.
Jubilee bounces into the room, rolling around Terry as she fless past. "Heya, Te..rr...y..." she trails, looking after her friend quizzically. But, ever irrepressible, she spins in fuzzy slippers and finishes her bounce into the room. "OOO... So here's the party. Gimme a spoon 'fore someone gets hurt," she chirps, leaning over the counter and eyeing whoever is the keeper aof the spoons. Generally, she looks like a goof.
Trailing a bit behind Jubilee is Drake, dressed up in full Matrix get-up. Techno Goth. He's got two tickets burning in his pockets for the last showing of revolutions and he can't be any happier. "Geez Jube'. Sugar rushing, aren'tcha'?" He drawls with a coy grin on his face at his friend's antics.
Jareth frowns after Scott as the red-glassed one departs. By now, of course, he knows what's bothering Scott, but until they actually go to deal with the problem, there's not much else to be done. Besides, the Queen must be given her royal birthday treatment. "Ah. Now that you have your crown, Your Majesty, I've got another thing or two." He smiles another of his up-to-something smiles and heads toward the corridor. "Une minute, s'il te plait, ma reine." He disappears around the corner, and several minutes pass before he returns with a longish, wrapped box in one arm and what is clearly a wrapped bottle in the other. "One for general merrymaking, one for ongoing fun." He sets bottle and box down next to Jean and resumes his spot nearby to watch.
Cannonball chuckles at Jubilee's entrance, and is relieved to see her acting normal, rather then some wigged out gypsy girl trying to sell love potions or shaking her hips, that was right scary in his opinion, he never knew hips could shake like that. Anyways, the parade continues as Drake walks in next, followed then by Jareth rushing out and then coming back with some suprise gift "Dang Jean....err...i mean Queen Jean, seems your well loved, got presents and people comin outta the woodwork." he smiles warmly at the newcomers and waves a bit. "Hey there....welcome to Queen Jean's Court..."
A keen sense of smell at times is such a burden, isn't it? There's ice cream among an assortment of other bad-for-you foods, thus how could anyone resist? Abandoning any Homework efforts, Rahne stumbles in not long after Jubilee and the others grinning broadening as she comes upon the festive sort of mood, brows arching in realisation. "Yer Birthde' Dr Grey?" she asks while hunting out a spoon for herself, supposing the crown might indicate the guest of honour this time, of course this assumption proved right as the floral crowned highness is presented with a gift. A slight maliciousness present about her grin now; a gift coming from Jareth? One doesn't know what to expect, she hops up on a bench near.
Jean gravely snaps a spoon up and at attention before handing it and the ice cream over to Jubilee. Or floating it, anyways, since she's got her hands full. "Going to see Revolutions I'm guessing, Drake?" she wonders of the Neo-esque Goth, a bit of her mind absent and checking on Scott, but knowing that, with hugs and comfort the day before, she's really done all she can. And hey, it's her birthday, and she's got an empty medical bay. Cause enough to celebrate, if not go hog wild. Craning her neck curiously after Jareth, she gives Sam a chuckle. "Yes, it looks that way. It's nice to be among a family like this one... and that it is, Rahne. And should I be afraid of this biting, Jareth?" she wonders, hands pausing over the present-ness before opening them regardless of risk. A bottle of good irish whiskey is drawn out first, and held appreciatively to the light. "Oooooh, very nice. Very nice indeed. I'll have to hide it in the Staff lounge and share it." is promised, before wagging a finger at the kids. "And you didn't see anything... but what have we here as well?" And then a telescope is pulled out, Jean taking a geekish moment to examine it happily. "Wow, thanks, Jareth. This'll give me something else to do on cold winter nights."
Jubilee flashes a grin round the room, though it turns decidedly smug as it passes Drake. "Queen Jean? Ew... please don' tell me we're goona have people runnin' around fighting over Jamie's throne now..." she replies to no one in particular as she moves to snatch the spoon from midair, brandashing it for a moment before sliding around the countertop and leaning across in front of Jean to reach the icecream tub. "Oh, o'course we didn't see anythin'... least not till we see where ya stash it."
A quick laugh escapes Drake's lips at the mention of Jamie, shaking his head minutely. "Yah. I'm ganna see Revolutions t'night. I got an extra ticket and I was ganna take my girlfriend." He gestures to Jubilee. "Until I found out I'm missing all of my underwear, save .. a tye dye'd pair and for some reason.. I can't help but think its her." He says, shooting her a look with a huff, clicking his tongue ring. "Seeing how she already did it once."
Cannonball smiles as, in his humble opinion, Jean is finally getting her due. He laughs at Jubliee's comment and runs a hand idly through his blonde hair, feeling like this place may finally be getting back to what he remembered it to be, a place for family. As his blue eyes take in the scene, he gets up with a stretch and glances over at Rahne "Better get some icecream quick or she's gonna chomp it all down..." he nods toward Jubilee with the lethal spoon of doom. He then looks back to Jean "Looks like your court is jumpin tonight, might as well enjoy it, and save the whiskey fer later, bet Mr. Logan would like some."
Jareth raises a hand in greeting to the assorted new arrivals while still smiling his impish smile. "So to the movies, the geeks go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah?" Ah, random paraphrased little ditties. "Be wary of snaring too much ice cream, though, lest Jean attack you with a spatula to get it back." He nods somberly before turning back to Jean as she opens the presents. "Just remember to go for the whisky *after* you put the telescope together. I imagine you can still get a good view of Mars, weather permitting."
Rahne grins broadly as the presents are unveiled, Sam's words taken with a considering sort of glance before Jubilee gets a nod, Rahne stalking her way toward where the girl and ice cream tub sit. "Aye, y'better start sharin' I'm awfully good at winnin' tug o'war" she mocks with a smirk, her own spoon that might, hopefully match the -doom- spoon, held aloft. Jareth's comment of course, get partially food-stifled snort of laughter, Rahne suddenly imagining the mass crowds that must be flocking right now, she never did really 'get' that movie.
Cannonball chuckles "Got a feelin Jean will be usin that to keep an eye on wayward kiddies, who might be runnin wild on the grounds." he glances at his watch and sighs "Fraid it's time for this here cowboy ta hit the trails.....got studing ta do for classes. You enjoy yourself Queen Jean...and if ya need anything, give me a holler." he strides over to her, boots clicking on the floor and leans in to give her another kiss on the cheek. "Have fun ya birthday girl." with that said and a final wave to all, he heads off. "Night all..."
Cannonball has left.
Jubilee rolls around at the mention of tickets and girlfriends (presumably her) and underwear, oblivious to the heaping spoonful she's allowing to drip over counter and floor. "Tickets? You got tickets? Tonight?" she squeals, eyes widening. Miffed? Her? Nooo... not when there's the promise of Keanu Reeves looming. Sam's words catch her attention, dragging it back to te dissolving spoonful in her hand. "Oo! I'm not -that- bad!" she protests, sticking the spoon in her mouth and glaring across it at his back.
"Yes I got tickets. Two of them, one for me and a friend." Drake says with a smirk to Jubilee before heading to the fridge, wriggling his fingers. "Happy birthday Jean. I'm missing all of my undergarments. If you know where they are at.. please help me get them back. Its uncomfortable .. wearing.. um... well.. nothing.. under bondage pants." TMI. Bah. He's a goth, they got no shame. He opens up the fridge an starts to root around.
"Not -that- kind of queen, Jubilation Lee." Jean replies with a wrinkle on her nose and a telekinetically-aided spoon going to get herself some ice cream rather than she herself leaving her throne. "Although I'm jealous, he's got far better calves than I do... not staying, Sam? Well, take care, and I'm -so- going to be wearing that hat." she assures, waving the gentleman cowboy out and opening her mouth to munch her ill-gotten ice cream, assuming nobody intercepted the wayward spoon. "And... Drake? TMI, kiddo. TMI. There might be some spares in the lost and found, though..." she offers, looking innocent.
Jareth just shakes his head and chuckles at the teens. Kids. He raises his hands in a finger-frame around Jean's face, tilting the 'frame' as if arranging the image. "The hat will make a nice touch for riding the horses. Queen Jean the cowgirl." He chuckles again, then leans over to peck Jean on the cheek, followed by a ruffling of hair given lightly so not to dislodge the Queen's crown. "I, unfortunately, must be off. Enjoy the spoils and the rest of the day, my queen."
Rahne manages a to dive in while as Jubilee grumbles toward Sam; the redhead snagging herself up a rather generous scoop upon the now slightly bent looking spoon. With a current mouthful of ice-cream her giggles sound no more that something similar to choking, as a wide gaze flickers between Drake and Jubilee, the last particular bit of information causing the girl to -actually- choke for a moment, before gulping the remainder of the ice cream. "--Aye, that's" She coughs "More than I needed t'know in a lifetime." she mumbles squeamishly, while wincing slightly. As Jareth leaves, she gives a wave, before eyeing the ice cream once more.
Jubilee can't help but laugh at the excessive amount of information, widening her eyes and blinking rapidly as she lilts, "Haven't done laundry in a while, D? Tsk... Ya know, maybe if ya asked nice, I might help ya sometime." That volley away, she spins around, hiding her shaking shoulders under the pretense of digging another sponful out, though if Jean or Rahne looked closer at her, they'd see tears squeezing out from under tightly closed lids and her lips turning white where she's biting them to keep from laughing.
"I hate you." Drake says in a flat voice as he lets out a breath, staring at her, snorting. "I figured it was you." He huffs and runs his hands back through his hair. He ponders for a few moments, then shakes his head. He has no clue why she'd do that for. "Well. I'm ganna go." You know, do what goth's do best. Brood. With that, he turns and heads for the kitchen doors.
Jean chuckles, and stands from her seat, the adults now away, and the kitchen once again being claimed by teenagers. "Well, thanks for letting me shamelessly be the center of attention, you lot," she jokes, gathering her goodies to her, in particular the cheesecake gift certificate from Scott, "But I think, with my medical bay now empty for the first time in weeks, I'm going to go lock myself away with some bath beads and chocolate and drinks that supposedly don't exist in this dry school." A sly look. "So if you guys see Logan, tell him where I am?"
Jubilee coughs and looks up, the amusement turning into confusion as Drake heads toward the door. "What'd I do?" she calls after him, then turning to the others and repeating the question before wrinkling her nose and rolling her eyes. Jean's stand and comments divert Jubilee's attention long enough for the teenager to poke the spoon upright in the icecream and slide off the counter, moving around the edge to wrap her arms around the woman's shoulders for a squeeze. "Happy Birfday, Jeannie-kins. Will do. Should we tell him you'll leave the key under the mat?" she winks as she drops her arms, moving to head after Drake. "Hey, D..."
Ouch. Drake looks a bit miffed. He slips out the door, trench coat fluttering about his ankles, eyes stoic and serious as he enters the hallway.
Drake has left.
Giggles are far too catching, this merely watching Jubilee has her dissolving yet again into giggles, still trying to stifle them with a hand as she hunches over a touch. With Jean leaving, the giggles finally subside, and Rahne gives a great bow from where she sits "Happy Birthde' y'majesty!" she calls, still grinning broadly, before a brow arches curiously. She turns to Jubilee with almost a caution to see if she's stopped the hysterics, as though the giggles might threaten to start again if that's the case, but it seems she's off after Drake now. "See y'both." She calls out, hopping off the bench, and beginning to clear away -- starting with that ice cream!
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X-Men MUCK - Thursday, November 06, 2003, 12:45 AM
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<> Logan's Room - Lv3
Knock, knock, knock, and then the sound of the door to Logan's room opening. Jean announces her presence (Although, as usually, Logan probably already knows, and she knows that he knows and he knows that she knows that he knows, and so forth.) but feels comfortable enough to just let herself in. The newly-28-year-old is warm and smelling faintly of the lilies and citrus of her shampoo, hair freshly washed and dried, and herself all snuggled up in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and a tank top. Not terribly alluring, but certainly comfortable and contented-looking as she settles onto a corner of Logan's bed on her tummy, props her chin on her hands, and gives a "Hi there." with a smile.
Logan is resting on 'his' side of the bed, quietly watching some sort of violent program on tv. He's dressed in the schools sweat pants uniform, reclined up against a series of pillows behind his back. As Jean appears, Logan smiles lovingly, reaching out a hand to simply touch Jean, for contact, before he reaches into his dresser, pulling out a wrapped envelope looking type gift. "Happy Birthday Red. You've earned it."
Jean idly wriggles her toes in the air, gazing at Logan with mock-solemnity with her head between her palms before reaching out with one hand to capture his questing one and bring it to her lips with a smile and a roll so that she's got her head resting against his chest as she glances up at the ceiling. A ceiling soon eclipsed by a gift card, which she takes with an "Oooooh... and you didn't have to get me anything, you know." before opening it, smiling a little softly at the message, and then starting to smile as she reads the all-expenses spa gift certificate contained within. The smile transmutes to an appreciative grin, and finally to a beam as she turns her head to look up at him and note that "You do realize I may decide to move there permanently." before chuckling and leaning up to snag a long and lingering kiss. << Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. >> Apparently the present is well recieved.
Logan rests his arm across Jean's midriff as she snuggles close. That is until she divines the contents of the gift, without opening it. "Of course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't treat you as well as any man could?" Any response, for the moment is lost in the passionate embrace of the two, as he mrphs momentarily, until his arms wrap securely around Jean, pulling her into the kiss, deepening it, his feral passion turning it into a rough, powerful embrace. After a few long moments, Logan lets up and then takes a breath and smiles. "I'm glad you like it. You always said you didn't have any 'me time', so now you have a whole day's worth."
Jean's cheeks are flushed and she shifts a little so that she's lying comfortably atop Logan as the two embrace, rather than at the strange angle she was at before, fingers idly twining and untwining through his hair. She's a little breathless herself as the two finally pause in their kiss, but manages a relaxed little laugh as she slides downwards a lto rest her head on his chest again, just listening to his heart as she hugs him. "You know that it's not the presents that make me feel loved. It's just you." she notes softly, before smiling and retrieving the certificate again, glancing at it once more before placing it on the bedside table before it can get crumpled. "But that's the perfect gift. And I'm marking a date on my calendar that the day after we get Madelyne safely back, I'm going spa-hopping. All thanks to you."
Logan adjusts so that legs are apart, cradling Jean's hips in between his legs as she settles, and his arms are wrapped around her upper back, hands slowly massaging there. "Well, I just want to see you happy is all. I know all the stuff you're going through, and figured you could use a day to release all the stress you carry around."
"And to release it in a way that doesn't leave bird-shaped char patterns all over the lawn, huh?" Jean jokes, half-lidding her eyes at the massage and starting to droop with relaxation because of it, snuggling in under Logan's chin again. There's a brief flicker of telekinesis as Jean attempts to offer a massage in return, but after a week of long days and little sleep, the doctor's too drowsy to concentrate, and is soon drifting off to dreamland cradled in Logan's arms. There's a very far off murmur of << G'night love... >> before some dream imagery of purple horses ballroom dancing through halls of cinnamon-flavoured clouds is transferred and the telepath fades completely off the link bar a few base mental thoughts of comfort and warmth and security.
Presents: Early birthday present of a formal watch from Logan, personalized lapel pin from Jeran, Irish wool sweater from Siryn, cowboy hat and flowers from Sam, whiskey, telescope and flowers from Jareth, hug from Jubilee. Large gift certificate from New York Cheesecake Factory from Scott. And... All-day, all-expenses certificate for a trip to a spa from Logan.
Birthday Cake: Highly sinful Death By Chocolate concoction.
Conclusion: I am spoiled rotten by everyone here, and my best friend and my boyfriend both know me far too well. And, y'know, it's not the presents that make me feel loved, it's the people giving them. The hugs. The caring. (Although all the presents are very much appreciated too, of course.) But I love all of you. It really is a family here.
And I am now taking a very much appreciated sleep-in, although I'll be getting up in an hour to get lunch and teach my afternoon classes. And to go make sure Scott's doing all right. Yesterday was a day to enjoy life, but I know it's got to be rough on him, knowing Madelyne's gone, and with Cerebro still down despite my best efforts, knowing that we have to wait and dance to a tune Creed's called to get her back.
Oh! Delivery from Sabella. Um... wow. Gorgeous red silk dress and a ruby necklace, a dozen pink roses and a card that's a classic inside joke. Gee. I really need to find out when her birthday is now.
OOC: Logs! And I should have two more, but my computer crashed and ate them. Also, the card from Sabella read 'To the mother of my child'. Hee. So...
X-Men MUCK - Wednesday, November 05, 2003, 5:58 PM
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<> Kitchen - Lv1
Meant to service a large number of people, this kitchen is vast, with more than one oven and several stainless steel work surfaces. Inset into the ceiling are fluorescent glow strips, throwing everything into bright, if somewhat harsh light. At meal times, kitchen workers scurry to and fro with pans and food and various other sundry items. But out of those times, everything is in its place, and there's even a tray of cold snacks for those who might come in search of a bite to eat.
[Exits : [Pat]io, and [H]allway ]
Siryn is actually whistling as she brings her dirty dishes from the dining room into the kitchen. Her plate is actually clean too - appears her appetite has returned, thanks to some recent good conversation. She moves towards the dishwasher and begins to put things in order, shaking her behind to whatever Irish diddy she's trying to make a go at.
Hooray, hooray, for an empty medbay! While Jean, with Madelyne still missing and Cerebro still working, not to mention fresh from yet another sniping session with Emma Frost, isn't exactly leaping for joy, there's a distinct hint of accomplished satisfaction to the newly minted 28-year-old doctor's features as she rummages around in the freezer in search of ice cream. Jean's singing to herself as well, although it seems to be some 80s dance beat instead of celtic crooning.
Scott has arrived.
Jareth has arrived.
Scott walks into the kitchen, he's been walking around hunting for the redhead doctor for part of the afternoon. "Hey Jean?" he asks, pretty sure he's looking at Jean's back. "I wanted to give this to you before I forgot. It's from me..." he says, holding a card in his hand. Complete with a pretty envelope that only Scott would have picked out for Jean, but safe to say its a good gift. Madelyne disappeared before she could put input into the gift.
Cannonball has arrived.
Siryn stops her whistling as soon as she realizes that there are other people in the kitchen - and not just any people, but teachers too! "Hey Jean," she calls from her spot beside the dishwasher. "Hello, Mr. Summers." Yes, you can certainly tell whom she's more comfortable with. Not that Scott's not a nice guy - but he's still teacher material in her mind. After hearing Scott's comment, she also remembers that today is Jean's birthday, but she holds off her well wishes for the moment.
Jean pokes her head out of the freezer at the sound of greetings, a somewhat sheepish smile on her face, and the rest of her emerging with a tub of heavenly hash ice cream in one hand, and a tablespoon in the other. "Hi, Siryn... Scott! You know you didn't need to get me anything." she chides on seeing the gift, but it's obviously fairly weak as chidings go, more the traditional protests befitting a birthday girl who's no long nine years old and socially permitted to go diving for the presents and cake. Since Jean's also rather curious about just what it is. "Goodness, just let me put this down." And so Jean does, taking a seat on one of the tallboy chairs while she's at it, and reaching for the card, smiling a little at Scott's obvious choice of card.
Scott gives Siryn a forced smile. "Hello Miss Cassidy. It's nice to see you caught up with all the work you missed from visiting your father. Give him my best next time you speak to him," he offers, before Jean gets handed the envelope. "It's nothing huge. You know I'm preoccupied right now, but... I couldn't not do anything," he states. When Jean opens the card she'll find a cute best friends sort of card, with a very hefty gift certificate for the New York Cheesecake Factory inside. Everyone has their kryptonite, and Scott knows Jean's all too well.
The Irish lass finishes putting her dirty dishes away, and then leans casually against the washer as she watches Jean open Scott's gift. To the male teacher, Siryn offers a nod and a "Will do, sir. And the catchin' up wasn't so bad. Jus' a lot o' reading, 'tis all." Since the doctor acknolwedged her, she decides to offer her greetings now. "And a happy birthday te ye, Jean. I also 'ave a gift f'er ye, but it's up in me room." She smiles, a slightly secret grin, and adds, "It's a sweater like the one I gave Jimmy." And speaking of which, "I'm jus' here getting him some cake. He told me earlier that he was wantin' something sweet, so..."
It would likely be a fairly futile idea for Jean to try and hide in work today. People are sure to be coming in search of her all through the day to give birthday greetings or presents. Count Jareth among them. He arrives in the kitchen a short while later, holding something behind his back as he aims toward Jean. "Happy birthday, copperhead." And then, once in arm's length of her, he brings a hand around to lift up a former bouquet of flowers, now carefully twined into a multicolor wreath which he sets atop her head with his trademark impish smile. "I figure you get to be queen for a day, so have a crown."
Cannonball comes strolling in, with a warm smile on his face "Thought i heard voices in here...wow...looks like a full house." one of his hands is hidden behind his back, so he waves with his free hand " Nice ta see ya'll..." as his blue eyes scan over the group, they lock onto Jean and he smiles "Just the lady i was lookin for, got something for you." he pulls the other arm around and hands her a decent sized box and a small bouquet of wildflowers "Happy Birthday Jean...hope ya have a hundred more." with that said he leans in and gives her a light kiss on the cheek. "Looks like you're the Birthday Queen for the day..." he chuckles.
"It's still sweet of you, Scott." Jean counters, before opening the card and letting her eyes widen with gluttonous glee. "-Very- sweet of you. My God, I'm going to be down in the gym for sure." she quips, holding up the gift certificate so that the others can see, before leaning over to give Scott a quick peck on the cheek in gratitude. She's then just in time to be beflowered by Jareth, who promptly earns a playful curtsey, slightly odd looking as she's in jeans. "Queen of the faeries, I think. Or perhaps a hippie queen, if we road trip up to Woodstock... thank you." And Jareth gets a peck on the cheek too. She's about to make a grab for her ice cream when Sam takes the initiative with cheek pecking, and the redhead just has to laugh at the "Big crowd here, all of a sudden. Thanks Sam, and I'll take a hundred if I can age gracefully." before taking the bouquet with a regal (Since she's Queen Jean at the moment.) nod and placing the box on her lap. Unwrapped, it reveals a very stylish black cowboy hat with a red band and even the little feathers tucked into the side. "Oh wow... this is great... and an Irish wool sweater, Siryn? That's awesome... thank -you- too. I'm always freezing in the winter." She pauses as the girl mentions Proudstar, though, and the smile softens to be accompanied by a little shake of her head. "Well, you're welcome to bring him cake... but it might be a bit of a trip to get it to him. He's healing nicely, and his boss wanted to come get him, so I discharged him into Emma's care today. He borrowed the book you lent him, though, said he'll bring it back to you when you see each other next."
Scott gives Jean a smile. "Happy birthday Jean, but I'm gunna go now. I want to be alone for awhile. Take care. And I've not been teaching like you asked," he states, turning and leaving. Everyone gets a slight nod, but Scott has been rather depressed the last day or two since Madelyne was kidnapped, and well. It's better to just leave him alone right now.
Scott goes home.
Jareth leans down a touch and smiles as Jean goes to bestow the peck. He then lifts an eyebrow slightly at the card before waggling a finger in mock sternness. "I'll be holding you to a thorough regimen of sparring matches if you make heavy use of that." Of course, he follows this with a teasing smile directed at the 'fairy queen.' "Hmm. Goblins and fairies now, then? All we need is Elrond or Galadriel to bring in the elves." He looks over the other offerings to the Queen while leaning on the counter.
Cannonball blinks and watches Scott walk out, he looks back to Jean "What's eaten him? " he watches her open all the presents and accept the gifts and smiles "Glad ya liked the hat, for some reason....kind of reminded me of you." with a slight shrug he walks over to a stool nearby and takes a seat. "So what's your royal decree today Queen Jean?"
Siryn nods happily before waving to the departing Scott. The older man seems down and out, but even that can't get her down right now... She chuckles upon seeing what the others have brought, and her smile brighten's as she watches Jareth fit Jean with the flower crown. And then a cowboy hat? Well, headgear appears to be popular item this fall. Her smile falters, however, when the good doctor mentions that Proudstar has left the building. "Wha? Jimmy's gone?" Her tone saddened, her face fallen, the girl moves away from the dishwasher. "Oh. Well, so much f'er bringin' im cake then..."
Rahne has arrived.
Jubilee has arrived.
Drake has arrived.
Still upset over the fact that Jimmy left without a goodbye, (not that he had a chance, considering the way Emma barged on in) Siryn decides that the crowd in the kitchen is just too much for her, and off she goes.
Siryn goes home.
Ah, the kitchen. Busy as usual, with people crowding in and having a remarkably cheerful time for the most part. Jean's seated over on one of the tallboy chairs, with a cowboy hat on her lap, a crown of flowers in her hair, a card on the table beside her, a tub of ice cream on the other side, and generally looking very much like someone having a birthday. Which she is. Cannonball is sitting on a nearby stool, Jareth's leaning on the counter, and Scott and Siryn have both left very recently after giving their own greetings.
Jubilee bounces into the room, rolling around Terry as she fless past. "Heya, Te..rr...y..." she trails, looking after her friend quizzically. But, ever irrepressible, she spins in fuzzy slippers and finishes her bounce into the room. "OOO... So here's the party. Gimme a spoon 'fore someone gets hurt," she chirps, leaning over the counter and eyeing whoever is the keeper aof the spoons. Generally, she looks like a goof.
Trailing a bit behind Jubilee is Drake, dressed up in full Matrix get-up. Techno Goth. He's got two tickets burning in his pockets for the last showing of revolutions and he can't be any happier. "Geez Jube'. Sugar rushing, aren'tcha'?" He drawls with a coy grin on his face at his friend's antics.
Jareth frowns after Scott as the red-glassed one departs. By now, of course, he knows what's bothering Scott, but until they actually go to deal with the problem, there's not much else to be done. Besides, the Queen must be given her royal birthday treatment. "Ah. Now that you have your crown, Your Majesty, I've got another thing or two." He smiles another of his up-to-something smiles and heads toward the corridor. "Une minute, s'il te plait, ma reine." He disappears around the corner, and several minutes pass before he returns with a longish, wrapped box in one arm and what is clearly a wrapped bottle in the other. "One for general merrymaking, one for ongoing fun." He sets bottle and box down next to Jean and resumes his spot nearby to watch.
Cannonball chuckles at Jubilee's entrance, and is relieved to see her acting normal, rather then some wigged out gypsy girl trying to sell love potions or shaking her hips, that was right scary in his opinion, he never knew hips could shake like that. Anyways, the parade continues as Drake walks in next, followed then by Jareth rushing out and then coming back with some suprise gift "Dang Jean....err...i mean Queen Jean, seems your well loved, got presents and people comin outta the woodwork." he smiles warmly at the newcomers and waves a bit. "Hey there....welcome to Queen Jean's Court..."
A keen sense of smell at times is such a burden, isn't it? There's ice cream among an assortment of other bad-for-you foods, thus how could anyone resist? Abandoning any Homework efforts, Rahne stumbles in not long after Jubilee and the others grinning broadening as she comes upon the festive sort of mood, brows arching in realisation. "Yer Birthde' Dr Grey?" she asks while hunting out a spoon for herself, supposing the crown might indicate the guest of honour this time, of course this assumption proved right as the floral crowned highness is presented with a gift. A slight maliciousness present about her grin now; a gift coming from Jareth? One doesn't know what to expect, she hops up on a bench near.
Jean gravely snaps a spoon up and at attention before handing it and the ice cream over to Jubilee. Or floating it, anyways, since she's got her hands full. "Going to see Revolutions I'm guessing, Drake?" she wonders of the Neo-esque Goth, a bit of her mind absent and checking on Scott, but knowing that, with hugs and comfort the day before, she's really done all she can. And hey, it's her birthday, and she's got an empty medical bay. Cause enough to celebrate, if not go hog wild. Craning her neck curiously after Jareth, she gives Sam a chuckle. "Yes, it looks that way. It's nice to be among a family like this one... and that it is, Rahne. And should I be afraid of this biting, Jareth?" she wonders, hands pausing over the present-ness before opening them regardless of risk. A bottle of good irish whiskey is drawn out first, and held appreciatively to the light. "Oooooh, very nice. Very nice indeed. I'll have to hide it in the Staff lounge and share it." is promised, before wagging a finger at the kids. "And you didn't see anything... but what have we here as well?" And then a telescope is pulled out, Jean taking a geekish moment to examine it happily. "Wow, thanks, Jareth. This'll give me something else to do on cold winter nights."
Jubilee flashes a grin round the room, though it turns decidedly smug as it passes Drake. "Queen Jean? Ew... please don' tell me we're goona have people runnin' around fighting over Jamie's throne now..." she replies to no one in particular as she moves to snatch the spoon from midair, brandashing it for a moment before sliding around the countertop and leaning across in front of Jean to reach the icecream tub. "Oh, o'course we didn't see anythin'... least not till we see where ya stash it."
A quick laugh escapes Drake's lips at the mention of Jamie, shaking his head minutely. "Yah. I'm ganna see Revolutions t'night. I got an extra ticket and I was ganna take my girlfriend." He gestures to Jubilee. "Until I found out I'm missing all of my underwear, save .. a tye dye'd pair and for some reason.. I can't help but think its her." He says, shooting her a look with a huff, clicking his tongue ring. "Seeing how she already did it once."
Cannonball smiles as, in his humble opinion, Jean is finally getting her due. He laughs at Jubliee's comment and runs a hand idly through his blonde hair, feeling like this place may finally be getting back to what he remembered it to be, a place for family. As his blue eyes take in the scene, he gets up with a stretch and glances over at Rahne "Better get some icecream quick or she's gonna chomp it all down..." he nods toward Jubilee with the lethal spoon of doom. He then looks back to Jean "Looks like your court is jumpin tonight, might as well enjoy it, and save the whiskey fer later, bet Mr. Logan would like some."
Jareth raises a hand in greeting to the assorted new arrivals while still smiling his impish smile. "So to the movies, the geeks go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah?" Ah, random paraphrased little ditties. "Be wary of snaring too much ice cream, though, lest Jean attack you with a spatula to get it back." He nods somberly before turning back to Jean as she opens the presents. "Just remember to go for the whisky *after* you put the telescope together. I imagine you can still get a good view of Mars, weather permitting."
Rahne grins broadly as the presents are unveiled, Sam's words taken with a considering sort of glance before Jubilee gets a nod, Rahne stalking her way toward where the girl and ice cream tub sit. "Aye, y'better start sharin' I'm awfully good at winnin' tug o'war" she mocks with a smirk, her own spoon that might, hopefully match the -doom- spoon, held aloft. Jareth's comment of course, get partially food-stifled snort of laughter, Rahne suddenly imagining the mass crowds that must be flocking right now, she never did really 'get' that movie.
Cannonball chuckles "Got a feelin Jean will be usin that to keep an eye on wayward kiddies, who might be runnin wild on the grounds." he glances at his watch and sighs "Fraid it's time for this here cowboy ta hit the trails.....got studing ta do for classes. You enjoy yourself Queen Jean...and if ya need anything, give me a holler." he strides over to her, boots clicking on the floor and leans in to give her another kiss on the cheek. "Have fun ya birthday girl." with that said and a final wave to all, he heads off. "Night all..."
Cannonball has left.
Jubilee rolls around at the mention of tickets and girlfriends (presumably her) and underwear, oblivious to the heaping spoonful she's allowing to drip over counter and floor. "Tickets? You got tickets? Tonight?" she squeals, eyes widening. Miffed? Her? Nooo... not when there's the promise of Keanu Reeves looming. Sam's words catch her attention, dragging it back to te dissolving spoonful in her hand. "Oo! I'm not -that- bad!" she protests, sticking the spoon in her mouth and glaring across it at his back.
"Yes I got tickets. Two of them, one for me and a friend." Drake says with a smirk to Jubilee before heading to the fridge, wriggling his fingers. "Happy birthday Jean. I'm missing all of my undergarments. If you know where they are at.. please help me get them back. Its uncomfortable .. wearing.. um... well.. nothing.. under bondage pants." TMI. Bah. He's a goth, they got no shame. He opens up the fridge an starts to root around.
"Not -that- kind of queen, Jubilation Lee." Jean replies with a wrinkle on her nose and a telekinetically-aided spoon going to get herself some ice cream rather than she herself leaving her throne. "Although I'm jealous, he's got far better calves than I do... not staying, Sam? Well, take care, and I'm -so- going to be wearing that hat." she assures, waving the gentleman cowboy out and opening her mouth to munch her ill-gotten ice cream, assuming nobody intercepted the wayward spoon. "And... Drake? TMI, kiddo. TMI. There might be some spares in the lost and found, though..." she offers, looking innocent.
Jareth just shakes his head and chuckles at the teens. Kids. He raises his hands in a finger-frame around Jean's face, tilting the 'frame' as if arranging the image. "The hat will make a nice touch for riding the horses. Queen Jean the cowgirl." He chuckles again, then leans over to peck Jean on the cheek, followed by a ruffling of hair given lightly so not to dislodge the Queen's crown. "I, unfortunately, must be off. Enjoy the spoils and the rest of the day, my queen."
Rahne manages a to dive in while as Jubilee grumbles toward Sam; the redhead snagging herself up a rather generous scoop upon the now slightly bent looking spoon. With a current mouthful of ice-cream her giggles sound no more that something similar to choking, as a wide gaze flickers between Drake and Jubilee, the last particular bit of information causing the girl to -actually- choke for a moment, before gulping the remainder of the ice cream. "--Aye, that's" She coughs "More than I needed t'know in a lifetime." she mumbles squeamishly, while wincing slightly. As Jareth leaves, she gives a wave, before eyeing the ice cream once more.
Jubilee can't help but laugh at the excessive amount of information, widening her eyes and blinking rapidly as she lilts, "Haven't done laundry in a while, D? Tsk... Ya know, maybe if ya asked nice, I might help ya sometime." That volley away, she spins around, hiding her shaking shoulders under the pretense of digging another sponful out, though if Jean or Rahne looked closer at her, they'd see tears squeezing out from under tightly closed lids and her lips turning white where she's biting them to keep from laughing.
"I hate you." Drake says in a flat voice as he lets out a breath, staring at her, snorting. "I figured it was you." He huffs and runs his hands back through his hair. He ponders for a few moments, then shakes his head. He has no clue why she'd do that for. "Well. I'm ganna go." You know, do what goth's do best. Brood. With that, he turns and heads for the kitchen doors.
Jean chuckles, and stands from her seat, the adults now away, and the kitchen once again being claimed by teenagers. "Well, thanks for letting me shamelessly be the center of attention, you lot," she jokes, gathering her goodies to her, in particular the cheesecake gift certificate from Scott, "But I think, with my medical bay now empty for the first time in weeks, I'm going to go lock myself away with some bath beads and chocolate and drinks that supposedly don't exist in this dry school." A sly look. "So if you guys see Logan, tell him where I am?"
Jubilee coughs and looks up, the amusement turning into confusion as Drake heads toward the door. "What'd I do?" she calls after him, then turning to the others and repeating the question before wrinkling her nose and rolling her eyes. Jean's stand and comments divert Jubilee's attention long enough for the teenager to poke the spoon upright in the icecream and slide off the counter, moving around the edge to wrap her arms around the woman's shoulders for a squeeze. "Happy Birfday, Jeannie-kins. Will do. Should we tell him you'll leave the key under the mat?" she winks as she drops her arms, moving to head after Drake. "Hey, D..."
Ouch. Drake looks a bit miffed. He slips out the door, trench coat fluttering about his ankles, eyes stoic and serious as he enters the hallway.
Drake has left.
Giggles are far too catching, this merely watching Jubilee has her dissolving yet again into giggles, still trying to stifle them with a hand as she hunches over a touch. With Jean leaving, the giggles finally subside, and Rahne gives a great bow from where she sits "Happy Birthde' y'majesty!" she calls, still grinning broadly, before a brow arches curiously. She turns to Jubilee with almost a caution to see if she's stopped the hysterics, as though the giggles might threaten to start again if that's the case, but it seems she's off after Drake now. "See y'both." She calls out, hopping off the bench, and beginning to clear away -- starting with that ice cream!
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X-Men MUCK - Thursday, November 06, 2003, 12:45 AM
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<> Logan's Room - Lv3
Knock, knock, knock, and then the sound of the door to Logan's room opening. Jean announces her presence (Although, as usually, Logan probably already knows, and she knows that he knows and he knows that she knows that he knows, and so forth.) but feels comfortable enough to just let herself in. The newly-28-year-old is warm and smelling faintly of the lilies and citrus of her shampoo, hair freshly washed and dried, and herself all snuggled up in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and a tank top. Not terribly alluring, but certainly comfortable and contented-looking as she settles onto a corner of Logan's bed on her tummy, props her chin on her hands, and gives a "Hi there." with a smile.
Logan is resting on 'his' side of the bed, quietly watching some sort of violent program on tv. He's dressed in the schools sweat pants uniform, reclined up against a series of pillows behind his back. As Jean appears, Logan smiles lovingly, reaching out a hand to simply touch Jean, for contact, before he reaches into his dresser, pulling out a wrapped envelope looking type gift. "Happy Birthday Red. You've earned it."
Jean idly wriggles her toes in the air, gazing at Logan with mock-solemnity with her head between her palms before reaching out with one hand to capture his questing one and bring it to her lips with a smile and a roll so that she's got her head resting against his chest as she glances up at the ceiling. A ceiling soon eclipsed by a gift card, which she takes with an "Oooooh... and you didn't have to get me anything, you know." before opening it, smiling a little softly at the message, and then starting to smile as she reads the all-expenses spa gift certificate contained within. The smile transmutes to an appreciative grin, and finally to a beam as she turns her head to look up at him and note that "You do realize I may decide to move there permanently." before chuckling and leaning up to snag a long and lingering kiss. << Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. >> Apparently the present is well recieved.
Logan rests his arm across Jean's midriff as she snuggles close. That is until she divines the contents of the gift, without opening it. "Of course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't treat you as well as any man could?" Any response, for the moment is lost in the passionate embrace of the two, as he mrphs momentarily, until his arms wrap securely around Jean, pulling her into the kiss, deepening it, his feral passion turning it into a rough, powerful embrace. After a few long moments, Logan lets up and then takes a breath and smiles. "I'm glad you like it. You always said you didn't have any 'me time', so now you have a whole day's worth."
Jean's cheeks are flushed and she shifts a little so that she's lying comfortably atop Logan as the two embrace, rather than at the strange angle she was at before, fingers idly twining and untwining through his hair. She's a little breathless herself as the two finally pause in their kiss, but manages a relaxed little laugh as she slides downwards a lto rest her head on his chest again, just listening to his heart as she hugs him. "You know that it's not the presents that make me feel loved. It's just you." she notes softly, before smiling and retrieving the certificate again, glancing at it once more before placing it on the bedside table before it can get crumpled. "But that's the perfect gift. And I'm marking a date on my calendar that the day after we get Madelyne safely back, I'm going spa-hopping. All thanks to you."
Logan adjusts so that legs are apart, cradling Jean's hips in between his legs as she settles, and his arms are wrapped around her upper back, hands slowly massaging there. "Well, I just want to see you happy is all. I know all the stuff you're going through, and figured you could use a day to release all the stress you carry around."
"And to release it in a way that doesn't leave bird-shaped char patterns all over the lawn, huh?" Jean jokes, half-lidding her eyes at the massage and starting to droop with relaxation because of it, snuggling in under Logan's chin again. There's a brief flicker of telekinesis as Jean attempts to offer a massage in return, but after a week of long days and little sleep, the doctor's too drowsy to concentrate, and is soon drifting off to dreamland cradled in Logan's arms. There's a very far off murmur of << G'night love... >> before some dream imagery of purple horses ballroom dancing through halls of cinnamon-flavoured clouds is transferred and the telepath fades completely off the link bar a few base mental thoughts of comfort and warmth and security.