[open log] Bobby needs to do some thinking. And talking.

[never_too_cold]

Characters: Bobby, you
Setting: Various places around the mansion
Content: Bobby deals with his recent phone call in various ways.
Status: Open and incomplete
Threadjacking: Totally cool with me! (LOL PUNS)
Notes: There are a few specific people Bobby should talk to, and that's indicated in the threads, but otherwise... free-for-all! Also: XMH is

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For Emma and the Cuckoos

[never_too_cold]

[After sitting, numb, on his bed for several minutes, Bobby decides to cancel his planned last-minute Christmas supplies shopping trip in favour of a different, more important errand.

He strides purposefully to Emma's office. The door is slightly ajar, and he can see her talking to the Cuckoos inside.

He knocks lightly.]

Darling, you have no idea how badly I needed to RP tonight. <3

[queendediamonds]

[Emma doesn't even bother to look up from her conversation with her girls at the knock. She knows who it is.]

Come in, dear.

Glad to be of service, lovely! <3

[never_too_cold]

Sorry to interrupt...

[Bobby walks in and stands with his hands in his pockets behind the Cuckoos, who have now all turned and are watching him with that identical unfathomable gaze.

He blinks at them and then turns his attention to the woman sitting behind the desk.]

I, uh, had a call from my mom just now.

[He's pretty much counting on Emma knowing his family history. Because of course she does.]

[queendediamonds]

[Of course she knows. There are files kept about these sorts of incidents after all and Boston definitely counted as an incident.

Emma raises an eyebrow, taking a brief mental survey of the situation before nodding curtly. Her next words are directed at the blonde triplets in front of her.] Darlings, we can continue this later. I believe that Mr. Drake and I need to have a little chat.

[She doesn't say anything else until Celeste closes the door behind them.] Take a seat.

[never_too_cold]

[Bobby drops into a chair and breathes out a sigh, fingers reaching up to knead the back of his neck.]

My brother's missing. [He says it bluntly, words falling quickly.] Mom wanted to know if I'd... heard from him. I haven't, obviously. You know what happened there.

[He meets Emma's eyes and presses his lips together.]

I guess... I mean, I know this isn't something big that concerns the X-Men. I just thought that you might be able to help, somehow.

Sorry for the crappy tag. I'm still flailing from the Hobbit trailer.

[queendediamonds]

[Emma's keeping her mental hands to herself for now. She wraps her hands around a half full mug of coffee on her desk, taking a sip as he speaks.] Is this a request for me to use Cerebro to find your brother?

[never_too_cold]

Well... not necessarily. [He pauses and thinks for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.] I just... don't know where to start looking for him. We haven't even spoken in years. But using Cerebro to find him... I don't know, it doesn't feel right, somehow.

[He expels a breath of embarrassed laughter.] I'm not making sense.

[queendediamonds]

Not really, dear, no. [Emma takes another sip of coffee before putting the mug down again, frowning ever so slightly.]

What's troubling you more: your brother being missing or that your mother called?

[never_too_cold]

Both, I guess. I haven't heard from any of my family in years, and all of a sudden...

[He sighs.] Just the fact that she called me at all means that she's really worried about Ronnie.

[Bobby purses his lips and meets Emma's eyes.] I just... have a bad feeling about all of this.

[queendediamonds]

[And now Emma has a bad feeling about this. Because when one of the X-men has a bad feeling, that tends to translate to something bad happening for everyone. Her frown deepens a little but her tone stays calm.] Are you worried about him?

[never_too_cold]

[There's only a small beat of hesitation before Bobby answers.] Yes. Ronnie... he's never been a bad kid, and since I... left... he's probably been the golden son - it's everything he'd have wanted. Mom said he'd been happy, the last time they talked - it makes no sense that he'd have just run off without telling them. Especially now, around the holidays.