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Okay, with the getting started this morning and all that. ;)
*Edited AIM handles for the folks who were using personal AIM addresses. I'm not sure if they want them public, and its better safe than sorry. Note that the x_cyclops and x_cannonball handles are -not- the correct ones, cause I made those up. *
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x_cannonball: *Sam jogs down to the garage, trying to get his mind off all the crap going on in his life. He pushes it all into the recesses of his mind and assumes his normally cheerful, warm, and welcoming demeanor*
xpsilocke: *Elisabeth is waiting for Scott and Sam by the van, a smug look on her face*
x_cyclops: *Scott is mostly his usual stick-up-the-ass self, as others have called it. But he looks tired, more than a little worn on the edges*
xpsilocke: Can we look anymore inviting to the child, Scott?
x_cyclops: "She's not here yet. Besides, I've no doubt that's why you're here, Betsy." *half-smiles*
x_cyclops: "I've got the flight information. We should be there in plenty of time. I did check to see if it was on time."
xpsilocke: If we don't hit traffic into the city
x_cannonball: "So did I. Everythin' looks fine." *Sam smiles at the two of them, slipping his hands in his pockets*
x_cannonball: "The traffic report's good."
xpsilocke: But, I'm sure you'll be your charming self, Sam.
x_cyclops: "Let's go." *gets in van, does NOT play N'Sync*
x_cannonball: "'Course I will, Betsy."
x_cannonball: *he climbs in the passenger side*
xpsilocke: *waits for someone to open the door for her*
xpsilocke: animals...
x_cannonball: *slides the door open from the inside*
xpsilocke: Thank you.
x_cyclops: *rolls eyes behind the visor*
x_cyclops: *drives off once everyone's buckled in*
xpsilocke: *climbs in with an amused expression*
x_cannonball: "No problem." *he winks and smirks a little, then turns to Scott* "It's awful weird, bein' in the passenger seat instead of driving. Huh."
x_cyclops: "Was your last pickup in the van or the jet?"
x_cannonball: "The jet, actually. I got Ev situated."
xpsilocke: Everett is surprisingly well-adjusted with...everything that's been happening.
x_cyclops: *nods* "Right."
x_cyclops: "I'd noticed. Quite a few of the new students have fit right in. Others,
unfortunately, not so much."
xpsilocke: Not everyone has had an easy transition in light of recent events.
xpsilocke: *looks to Scott's direction, waiting*
x_cannonball: "There are only a few. Sarah and Jono, mostly...but the others are great, and real fun to talk to."
x_cyclops: "Jono can be fun...if you get him on the right topic. But I must admit, finding that topic is not easy."
x_cannonball: "Yeah, well. I feel kinda bad 'cause I told him to come to combat training...when he passed out."
x_cyclops: "You shouldn't be expected to know everyone's abilities, or limits, Sam. It's going to take some time to figure out how everyone's going to fit together."
x_cyclops: "And we've got quite the influx of new people. Betsy, what do you think of Jono?"
xpsilocke: *Bet may pick up on your (tension) and pain, but won't tread there---she knows where its come from. Not her business*
x_cannonball: "Yeah...I know. I'm actually more glad he went and we figured out what he can andcan't take."
xpsilocke: *remains quiet for a moment* I honestly don't know.
xpsilocke: I haven't had the chance to talk to him and well....
xpsilocke: *Betsy gets quiet and doesn't continue*
x_cyclops: *lets it drop*
x_cyclops: "So, how much trouble are we going to be in for with Jamie?"
x_cannonball: "Trouble? For what?"
x_cyclops: "With all of his duplicates. And classes. And the general trouble-maker mentality I sense rolling off of ... all of him."
xpsilocke: hrmph....
xpsilocke: Jamie should worry more about Emma....
xpsilocke: Jamie knows his boundaries
xpsilocke: I wouldn't worry about him anymore than I worry about, Alison.
x_cyclops: *looks back at Betsy, then to Sam for a brief moment, then back to the road*
x_cyclops: *makes mental note to talk to Betsy later about Alison*
xpsilocke: *I heard that--Betsy says to Scott*
x_cannonball: *Sam remains silent, staring out the window*
x_cyclops: "You were supposed to."
x_cannonball: “Supposed to?”
x_cyclops: "Telepaths."
x_cyclops: "As if I didn't live with one for years."
xpsilocke: "Smartasses"
x_cyclops: *and surprisingly, doesn't even get mopey at the vague mention of Jean*
x_cannonball: "Oh, right. Sorry..." *Sam feels suddenly out of place, maybe even a little intimidated by the older X-Men, but he won't let on*
xpsilocke: God, how I hate Customs.
x_cyclops: "What do we know about Marie-Ange?"
xpsilocke: "What do you mean?"
x_cannonball: "I was just about to ask the same..."
x_cannonball: "Who is she? Where's she from? What is her mutation? Stuff like that."
x_cyclops: "With a name like Tarot, one would assume some sort of precog."
xpsilocke: Should be make things interesting....
x_cyclops: *wonders idly if we have picture of what she looks like*
x_cyclops: *but then again, that's partially why Betsy's here, no doubt*
xpsilocke: *Betsy turns to the custom desk and sees a young girl turn to face them* There.
x_cannonball: *Sam follows her gaze, smiling at the girl and waving*
x tarot: *notices group, waves back, starts to walk over semi-cautiously*
x_cyclops: *turns and looks, smiles, for Scott, which isn't a lot these days. But he DOES try*
xpsilocke: Don't look so nervous, Marie. We don't bite, I promise.
x tarot: "You.. are the teachers from the Xavier's Academy? Oh good. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you..."
x_cyclops: *offers hand* "Hello. I'm Scott Summers."
x_cyclops: *gestures to the others* "This is Sam Guthrie, and Elizabeth Braddock."
xpsilocke: *Betsy nods at Marie*
x_cyclops: "And yes, we're from the Academy." *now he smiles fully at that*
x_cannonball: *Sam nods his head in a bow and takes her hand* Pleased to meetcha, miss.
x tarot: *takes hand, shakes with very light grip. Is definitly a little overwhelmed and nervous*
x_cyclops: "How much luggage do you have with you? Since Piotr isn't here, do we need a cart?"
x_cannonball: "I can carry it. It's alright."
xpsilocke: *Now Betsy does laugh out loud at that*
x tarot: *shifts carry-on bag to other shoulder and looks at everyone very briefly before swallowing the lump in her throat* I think so. I.. wasn't sure what to pack, and .. I probably over did it more than a little bit."
x tarot: *shuffles feet a bit*
x_cyclops: "That's okay. We've got plenty of room in the van, and at the Academy."
x_cannonball: *Sam smiles warmly* "'salright! Better safe'n sorry!"
x_cyclops: *gestures toward baggage claim area, if her stuff isn't here*
x_cannonball: *Sam picks it up, wherever it is, and carries it with them out to the van*
x_cyclops: "Though with all of this luggage, some of your school mates will be terribly disappointed."
xpsilocke: If the boys can't handle the load, I can get some volunteers.
x_cyclops: *takes up whatever Sam can't get*
x_cannonball: "I don't think there's a problem, Betsy," *Sam says with laugh.*
x tarot: "I .. didn't mean to over do it, its just.. my last school has.. had.. uniforms.."
x_cyclops: "SOME of them have a ... unhealthy interest in shopping."
x tarot: "There is such a thing as an unhealthy interest in shopping?"
xpsilocke: If you're not Emma Frost, possibly.
x_cannonball: "When they try and put me in a dress...darn tootin'"
x_cyclops: *grins, but remains silent*
x tarot: *stares* "A dress?"
xpsilocke: *bites on bottom lip, but says nothing*
x_cannonball: "Yeah. Don't ask. It started with a big metal man."
x_cannonball: *He shrugs comically* "Takes a while to get used to it here. Lots of strange and funny people/"
x tarot: *Stares more, because that isn't helping* "But.. .. you are male! and American men do not wear skirts!"
xpsilocke: Shall we go? *Betsy says quickly*
xpsilocke: Scott...
x_cannonball: *Sam snickers and heads out to the van* "I'll explain later."
x_cyclops: "Yes, let's." *heads toward parking garage and van*
x tarot: *follows* "I would very, very much like to hear that explanation. I am not sure if I want photographs though..."
xpsilocke: C'est une estrange pays.
x_cyclops: *piles luggage in back of van, climbs into driver's seat*
x_cyclops: *still does not open door for Betsy or Marie-Ange*
x tarot: "Oui, il est. Cette normale est-elle pour ici?"
xpsilocke: Tres normale.....
x_cannonball: *opens the door for both females*
x_cannonball: "I can understand what you two are saying, you know."
xpsilocke: *Betsy makes a mental note to speak to Scott*
xpsilocke: Thank you, Sam.
x tarot: Merci.
x_cannonball: "No problem, ladies."
xpsilocke: Ever the flatterer......
x_cyclops: "de rien is the proper response, I believe, Sam."
x_cannonball: "I'm horrible at speaking it. But I c'n understand it real well. School wasn't good for much besides listening."
xpsilocke: *So, there's more behind the visor--Betsy says to Scott*
xpsilocke: *alone*
x tarot: "It is all right. I speak English well. At least, I am told that I do. I don't know American slang that is not on television though."
xpsilocke: No Jerry Lewis, please.
x_cannonball: *Sam colors a little* "Well, I'll try not to use any Southernisms, if I can help it."
x_cyclops: *thinks back to Betsy - what I recall from French lessons.*
x tarot: *smiles* Jerry Lewis is *pauses* Very not cool. My papa likes him though."
xpsilocke: Oh, I think we'll get along quite well
x_cannonball: "Marie-Ange. What're your poiwers, if you don't mind me askin'?"
x tarot: "Oh. No, it is fine to ask. I.. don't know the exact words for them. I can make " *struggles for word.* pictures into illusions, only a little bit solid.
x_cannonball: *Sam furrows his brows a little bit* "Oh! That's real interesting...although I can't say I really get it."
x tarot: *Stares at lap* "That isn't a very good explanation, is it?"
xpsilocke: Like a Mirage, Sam. Only really there.
x_cannonball: *He laughs* "Then how's it like a Mirage?"
x_cannonball: "The whole point of a mirage is that it isn't there!"
xpsilocke: Very funny....
x tarot: "I could try to show you.. I think I have something I can use... if it is all right?"
x_cannonball: *Sam nods eagerly, turning around as much as his seatbelt will let him* "Sure!"
x_cyclops: "As long as it won't endanger the driver, go ahead."
xpsilocke: *he's really walking into this one--Betsy says to Scott*
x tarot: "I think I can use something small and it won't be very big."
xpsilocke: Yes, please. Don't distract the driver.
x tarot: *Tarot opens her carry on bag and digs for a minute before producing a small brown-backed card about the size of a playing card.*
x_cyclops: **back to Betsy - yes, he is. But it'll be good for him**
x tarot: *She puts the card on her lap, with the brown side down. The side facing up has a set of golden goblets on it.*
x tarot: *She looks intently at the card for a moment, and covering it, about the size of a football standing on end, appears one of the cups*
x tarot: "Everything else would make something too big, or something that might move around... I do not think it would be a very good idea for me to make a dancing jester in the car."
xpsilocke: Of course not.
x tarot: "And I think that skeletons would probably be a very, very bad idea, no?"
xpsilocke: Definitely
x tarot: *is definitly smiling*
xpsilocke: *amused*
x_cannonball: *Sam beams* "Wow! That's real neat..."
x_cyclops: *smiles as well* "Yes, Jesters in cars are right out. We have enough back at the school."
x tarot: "I'm not very good at making them last very long though. Or making things that do not look real." *The cup fades, then vanishes, leaving the image on the card unchanged* "I can't make cartoons, anyway."
x tarot: *puts card back into bag and looks out the window quietly*
x_cyclops: "Is it all visual? Or can they make sounds too?"
x tarot: "I think it is just visual. I have not tried to make sounds... so I don't really know."
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Okay, with the getting started this morning and all that. ;)
*Edited AIM handles for the folks who were using personal AIM addresses. I'm not sure if they want them public, and its better safe than sorry. Note that the x_cyclops and x_cannonball handles are -not- the correct ones, cause I made those up. *
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x_cannonball: *Sam jogs down to the garage, trying to get his mind off all the crap going on in his life. He pushes it all into the recesses of his mind and assumes his normally cheerful, warm, and welcoming demeanor*
xpsilocke: *Elisabeth is waiting for Scott and Sam by the van, a smug look on her face*
x_cyclops: *Scott is mostly his usual stick-up-the-ass self, as others have called it. But he looks tired, more than a little worn on the edges*
xpsilocke: Can we look anymore inviting to the child, Scott?
x_cyclops: "She's not here yet. Besides, I've no doubt that's why you're here, Betsy." *half-smiles*
x_cyclops: "I've got the flight information. We should be there in plenty of time. I did check to see if it was on time."
xpsilocke: If we don't hit traffic into the city
x_cannonball: "So did I. Everythin' looks fine." *Sam smiles at the two of them, slipping his hands in his pockets*
x_cannonball: "The traffic report's good."
xpsilocke: But, I'm sure you'll be your charming self, Sam.
x_cyclops: "Let's go." *gets in van, does NOT play N'Sync*
x_cannonball: "'Course I will, Betsy."
x_cannonball: *he climbs in the passenger side*
xpsilocke: *waits for someone to open the door for her*
xpsilocke: animals...
x_cannonball: *slides the door open from the inside*
xpsilocke: Thank you.
x_cyclops: *rolls eyes behind the visor*
x_cyclops: *drives off once everyone's buckled in*
xpsilocke: *climbs in with an amused expression*
x_cannonball: "No problem." *he winks and smirks a little, then turns to Scott* "It's awful weird, bein' in the passenger seat instead of driving. Huh."
x_cyclops: "Was your last pickup in the van or the jet?"
x_cannonball: "The jet, actually. I got Ev situated."
xpsilocke: Everett is surprisingly well-adjusted with...everything that's been happening.
x_cyclops: *nods* "Right."
x_cyclops: "I'd noticed. Quite a few of the new students have fit right in. Others,
unfortunately, not so much."
xpsilocke: Not everyone has had an easy transition in light of recent events.
xpsilocke: *looks to Scott's direction, waiting*
x_cannonball: "There are only a few. Sarah and Jono, mostly...but the others are great, and real fun to talk to."
x_cyclops: "Jono can be fun...if you get him on the right topic. But I must admit, finding that topic is not easy."
x_cannonball: "Yeah, well. I feel kinda bad 'cause I told him to come to combat training...when he passed out."
x_cyclops: "You shouldn't be expected to know everyone's abilities, or limits, Sam. It's going to take some time to figure out how everyone's going to fit together."
x_cyclops: "And we've got quite the influx of new people. Betsy, what do you think of Jono?"
xpsilocke: *Bet may pick up on your (tension) and pain, but won't tread there---she knows where its come from. Not her business*
x_cannonball: "Yeah...I know. I'm actually more glad he went and we figured out what he can andcan't take."
xpsilocke: *remains quiet for a moment* I honestly don't know.
xpsilocke: I haven't had the chance to talk to him and well....
xpsilocke: *Betsy gets quiet and doesn't continue*
x_cyclops: *lets it drop*
x_cyclops: "So, how much trouble are we going to be in for with Jamie?"
x_cannonball: "Trouble? For what?"
x_cyclops: "With all of his duplicates. And classes. And the general trouble-maker mentality I sense rolling off of ... all of him."
xpsilocke: hrmph....
xpsilocke: Jamie should worry more about Emma....
xpsilocke: Jamie knows his boundaries
xpsilocke: I wouldn't worry about him anymore than I worry about, Alison.
x_cyclops: *looks back at Betsy, then to Sam for a brief moment, then back to the road*
x_cyclops: *makes mental note to talk to Betsy later about Alison*
xpsilocke: *I heard that--Betsy says to Scott*
x_cannonball: *Sam remains silent, staring out the window*
x_cyclops: "You were supposed to."
x_cannonball: “Supposed to?”
x_cyclops: "Telepaths."
x_cyclops: "As if I didn't live with one for years."
xpsilocke: "Smartasses"
x_cyclops: *and surprisingly, doesn't even get mopey at the vague mention of Jean*
x_cannonball: "Oh, right. Sorry..." *Sam feels suddenly out of place, maybe even a little intimidated by the older X-Men, but he won't let on*
xpsilocke: God, how I hate Customs.
x_cyclops: "What do we know about Marie-Ange?"
xpsilocke: "What do you mean?"
x_cannonball: "I was just about to ask the same..."
x_cannonball: "Who is she? Where's she from? What is her mutation? Stuff like that."
x_cyclops: "With a name like Tarot, one would assume some sort of precog."
xpsilocke: Should be make things interesting....
x_cyclops: *wonders idly if we have picture of what she looks like*
x_cyclops: *but then again, that's partially why Betsy's here, no doubt*
xpsilocke: *Betsy turns to the custom desk and sees a young girl turn to face them* There.
x_cannonball: *Sam follows her gaze, smiling at the girl and waving*
x tarot: *notices group, waves back, starts to walk over semi-cautiously*
x_cyclops: *turns and looks, smiles, for Scott, which isn't a lot these days. But he DOES try*
xpsilocke: Don't look so nervous, Marie. We don't bite, I promise.
x tarot: "You.. are the teachers from the Xavier's Academy? Oh good. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you..."
x_cyclops: *offers hand* "Hello. I'm Scott Summers."
x_cyclops: *gestures to the others* "This is Sam Guthrie, and Elizabeth Braddock."
xpsilocke: *Betsy nods at Marie*
x_cyclops: "And yes, we're from the Academy." *now he smiles fully at that*
x_cannonball: *Sam nods his head in a bow and takes her hand* Pleased to meetcha, miss.
x tarot: *takes hand, shakes with very light grip. Is definitly a little overwhelmed and nervous*
x_cyclops: "How much luggage do you have with you? Since Piotr isn't here, do we need a cart?"
x_cannonball: "I can carry it. It's alright."
xpsilocke: *Now Betsy does laugh out loud at that*
x tarot: *shifts carry-on bag to other shoulder and looks at everyone very briefly before swallowing the lump in her throat* I think so. I.. wasn't sure what to pack, and .. I probably over did it more than a little bit."
x tarot: *shuffles feet a bit*
x_cyclops: "That's okay. We've got plenty of room in the van, and at the Academy."
x_cannonball: *Sam smiles warmly* "'salright! Better safe'n sorry!"
x_cyclops: *gestures toward baggage claim area, if her stuff isn't here*
x_cannonball: *Sam picks it up, wherever it is, and carries it with them out to the van*
x_cyclops: "Though with all of this luggage, some of your school mates will be terribly disappointed."
xpsilocke: If the boys can't handle the load, I can get some volunteers.
x_cyclops: *takes up whatever Sam can't get*
x_cannonball: "I don't think there's a problem, Betsy," *Sam says with laugh.*
x tarot: "I .. didn't mean to over do it, its just.. my last school has.. had.. uniforms.."
x_cyclops: "SOME of them have a ... unhealthy interest in shopping."
x tarot: "There is such a thing as an unhealthy interest in shopping?"
xpsilocke: If you're not Emma Frost, possibly.
x_cannonball: "When they try and put me in a dress...darn tootin'"
x_cyclops: *grins, but remains silent*
x tarot: *stares* "A dress?"
xpsilocke: *bites on bottom lip, but says nothing*
x_cannonball: "Yeah. Don't ask. It started with a big metal man."
x_cannonball: *He shrugs comically* "Takes a while to get used to it here. Lots of strange and funny people/"
x tarot: *Stares more, because that isn't helping* "But.. .. you are male! and American men do not wear skirts!"
xpsilocke: Shall we go? *Betsy says quickly*
xpsilocke: Scott...
x_cannonball: *Sam snickers and heads out to the van* "I'll explain later."
x_cyclops: "Yes, let's." *heads toward parking garage and van*
x tarot: *follows* "I would very, very much like to hear that explanation. I am not sure if I want photographs though..."
xpsilocke: C'est une estrange pays.
x_cyclops: *piles luggage in back of van, climbs into driver's seat*
x_cyclops: *still does not open door for Betsy or Marie-Ange*
x tarot: "Oui, il est. Cette normale est-elle pour ici?"
xpsilocke: Tres normale.....
x_cannonball: *opens the door for both females*
x_cannonball: "I can understand what you two are saying, you know."
xpsilocke: *Betsy makes a mental note to speak to Scott*
xpsilocke: Thank you, Sam.
x tarot: Merci.
x_cannonball: "No problem, ladies."
xpsilocke: Ever the flatterer......
x_cyclops: "de rien is the proper response, I believe, Sam."
x_cannonball: "I'm horrible at speaking it. But I c'n understand it real well. School wasn't good for much besides listening."
xpsilocke: *So, there's more behind the visor--Betsy says to Scott*
xpsilocke: *alone*
x tarot: "It is all right. I speak English well. At least, I am told that I do. I don't know American slang that is not on television though."
xpsilocke: No Jerry Lewis, please.
x_cannonball: *Sam colors a little* "Well, I'll try not to use any Southernisms, if I can help it."
x_cyclops: *thinks back to Betsy - what I recall from French lessons.*
x tarot: *smiles* Jerry Lewis is *pauses* Very not cool. My papa likes him though."
xpsilocke: Oh, I think we'll get along quite well
x_cannonball: "Marie-Ange. What're your poiwers, if you don't mind me askin'?"
x tarot: "Oh. No, it is fine to ask. I.. don't know the exact words for them. I can make " *struggles for word.* pictures into illusions, only a little bit solid.
x_cannonball: *Sam furrows his brows a little bit* "Oh! That's real interesting...although I can't say I really get it."
x tarot: *Stares at lap* "That isn't a very good explanation, is it?"
xpsilocke: Like a Mirage, Sam. Only really there.
x_cannonball: *He laughs* "Then how's it like a Mirage?"
x_cannonball: "The whole point of a mirage is that it isn't there!"
xpsilocke: Very funny....
x tarot: "I could try to show you.. I think I have something I can use... if it is all right?"
x_cannonball: *Sam nods eagerly, turning around as much as his seatbelt will let him* "Sure!"
x_cyclops: "As long as it won't endanger the driver, go ahead."
xpsilocke: *he's really walking into this one--Betsy says to Scott*
x tarot: "I think I can use something small and it won't be very big."
xpsilocke: Yes, please. Don't distract the driver.
x tarot: *Tarot opens her carry on bag and digs for a minute before producing a small brown-backed card about the size of a playing card.*
x_cyclops: **back to Betsy - yes, he is. But it'll be good for him**
x tarot: *She puts the card on her lap, with the brown side down. The side facing up has a set of golden goblets on it.*
x tarot: *She looks intently at the card for a moment, and covering it, about the size of a football standing on end, appears one of the cups*
x tarot: "Everything else would make something too big, or something that might move around... I do not think it would be a very good idea for me to make a dancing jester in the car."
xpsilocke: Of course not.
x tarot: "And I think that skeletons would probably be a very, very bad idea, no?"
xpsilocke: Definitely
x tarot: *is definitly smiling*
xpsilocke: *amused*
x_cannonball: *Sam beams* "Wow! That's real neat..."
x_cyclops: *smiles as well* "Yes, Jesters in cars are right out. We have enough back at the school."
x tarot: "I'm not very good at making them last very long though. Or making things that do not look real." *The cup fades, then vanishes, leaving the image on the card unchanged* "I can't make cartoons, anyway."
x tarot: *puts card back into bag and looks out the window quietly*
x_cyclops: "Is it all visual? Or can they make sounds too?"
x tarot: "I think it is just visual. I have not tried to make sounds... so I don't really know."
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Date: 2003-05-30 09:39 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-30 12:43 pm (UTC)But, I will not have to worry about not having the right clothes for the weather.
And no ugly skirts. Thank all the saints for no ugly skirts!
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Date: 2003-05-30 03:25 pm (UTC)