Couldn't Return Empty Handed

Oct 02, 2008 13:32

He had contacted them shortly after he left. He told them all that he'd be gone for a few days, because he had something very personal to take care of, and to only contact him in the event of another emergency.

Which, thankfully, there wasn't.

No one questioned him, because they all knew how much he hated to be questioned. And they knew he'd ( Read more... )

wolverine, cyclops, iceman, polaris, x-23, psylocke, banshee, beast, jean grey, aero, rachel summers, sal gillam

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jean_gr3y October 2 2008, 19:04:29 UTC
Behind him, Jean stepped lightly from the Blackbird. She was tan and her smile was radiant - the very vision of the triumphant return.

Her eyes eagerly swept the X-Mansion to see who was about for her to greet.

And, of course, there was one mind that she couldn't wait to contact - the one that would appreciate a telepathic hello before a physical meeting.

Charles! Her exuberance was clear. I'm back!

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polarized_green October 4 2008, 01:33:26 UTC
In the kitchen, there was Lorna, raiding the fridge. Just barely four months along she was just barely starting to show.

What she pulled out was rather stereotypical, but she didn't care. She opened the jar without touching it and popped a pickle in her mouth, not bothering to move from the fridge or close the door. No one was going to complain about her here.

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baby_phoenix_ October 4 2008, 13:25:42 UTC
Rachel walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Lorna. More specifically, she saw what Lorna was eatting. Pickles. "Hey Lorna."

She moved over to a cabinet and took down a mug. Rachel was then very disappointed to find out that there was no fresh coffee in the pot. Not one to be deterred, Rachel just made a new pot of very strong coffee.1

While she waited for the coffee to brew, she turned her attention back to Lorna. "Thought of a name yet?" Tact? No.

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1. Rachel makes a way better cup of coffee than Moira, thank you. You may be thinking that it could probably be used to grease Jubilee's roller skates. It's drinkable! She just likes a strong flavor. And no one makes as bad a cup of coffee as Moira does. It is fact.

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jean_gr3y October 4 2008, 17:09:45 UTC
They walked into the kitchen, him allowing her through the door first, as any gentlemen would.

"Name?" Jean looks a little crestfallen. "Have I really been gone that long?"

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polarized_green October 4 2008, 19:38:48 UTC
Lorna had been about to put Rachel in her place as far as the name remark she was hardly pregnant enough to be worrying about that and she hadn't exactly walked around telling everyone.

And then she heard Jean's voice and looked like a deer in the headlights, only she was the slightly pregnant Mistress of Magnetism in the fridge light with a pickle in hand.

That she almost dropped, "Jean?!"

Coming back from the dead may have been something that happened from time to time here but it didn't make it any less of a miracle, "Oh my god! You're alive!"

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beastly_avenger October 4 2008, 01:40:24 UTC
Hank, meanwhile, was in his lab, peering over a computer terminal (or rather, hanging from the ceiling and reading his monitor upside down. It helped him think sometimes.).

"Hmmm," he mused, "could it be? Have I really developed a diet soda that doesn't let you down in the flavor department? Or have I just struck another useless and bland dead end?"

Hank got into some strange projects in his so-called spare time.

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jean_gr3y October 4 2008, 21:08:27 UTC
A delicate telepathic thread of familiar tone touched Hank's mind. "Ah, right where I left you." She chuckles in his mind.

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beastly_avenger October 5 2008, 00:21:25 UTC
Hank actually falls from his position in surprise, stopping himself with his arms just in time to save himself from a nasty bump on the noggin.

OH my stars and garters! Jean? Is it true? Is it a dream, a hoax, an imaginary story?

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jean_gr3y October 5 2008, 22:51:03 UTC
It's me. I'm in the kitchen if you care to join us.

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betsygbraddock October 4 2008, 18:17:22 UTC
Betsy Braddock was in the Danger Room, her psi-blades glowing brightly in the simulated darkness as she faced off against a myriad of simulated foes, including Kwannon and Vargas and Shadow King.

Thus far, she was kicking ass.

Deep within her, something dark rumbled.

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canadianwildboy October 4 2008, 23:33:45 UTC
In the gym bench pressing without a spotter, as usual, Logan was looking for his own sort of peace in even, steady lifts of two hundred pounds over his head. Disturbed? Possibly. He had a lot on his mind and the Danger Room was currently in use.

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jean_gr3y October 8 2008, 01:15:05 UTC
A very tiny thread of thought worms into his consciousness. Logan?

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canadianwildboy October 9 2008, 17:48:55 UTC
He paused mid-lift, muscles straining with the weight. Jeannie?

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jean_gr3y October 9 2008, 17:53:59 UTC
Yes, she replies, her mental voice stronger now that she has his attention. I'm home.

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