[Terry and Jennie] - Sunday Afternoon

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Mischief is afoot, Jennie decides that Marius needs a Lesson for not telling her about Forge's leaving and Terry is more than happy to assist, and also has some good news to spill.



"--He really should lock his door," Jennie said, casually pushing open the door to Marius's bedroom and pausing to wave her companion into the room. "Entré, sil vous plait."

"Aye, so he should." Terry pouted just a moment, fingering the smooth case of her lock picks in her pocket as she stepped into the room. She took a moment to look around and shake her head, "Boys are hopeless."

"I mean, it's not like he suspects that anyone's going to just come in and start screwing around with his stuff. And even then they have to get past his surprisingly bribable roommates." Jennie flopped herself into his computer chair. "His defense being that he generally just really doesn't give a crap when somebody does. But, I feel he has gotten soft, and so, a lesson." She eyed his keyboard. "Terry, can I possibly borrow one of your lockpicks?"

With a grin and a flourish, Terry pulled the case out and lovingly selected one of the delicate appearing pieces of metal, "Sure I'm for keeping everyone on their toes. Allows for better security all around."

Jennie returned the redhead's grin and set about popping off the "m" key of Marius's keyboard. "So, you're all aglow with happiness this afternoon, any particular reason? Did you and your beloved set a date? Or something else? Good grade? Wonderful meal? About to spawn?"

"Yes, sort of, yes, Mother Mary, don't talk to me about school, not exactly and Lord God, no." Terry laughed. "We've actually moved it yet again. It's looking like early summer at this rate. I think the priest hates when I show up. No, I made full team." There was pride in that, in both really. Love equally for her husband and the team.

The "m" key popped up and Jennie caught it deftly. "You did?" She smiled. "Congratulations! Well done." She nodded and then set about prying off the "n" key. "So, is it going to be weird with you and the ball and chain on the same team?"

"We do well in training sessions together," Terry replied, which wasn't the same thing at all. Secretly, Terry suspected that Bobby's heart wasn't in the team anymore though he'd not said anything definitive. "I suspect they'll not put us on the same team for missions and such unless they have to."

"Man, team," Jennie said, shaking her head. "Like, someone could overhear us and think we were talking about some wacky sports team." She pried off the "n" key and then switched it with the "m". "Missions, saving the world. I've talked to both Lorna and Angelo about this, and I still don't get it."

Terry pushed things aside on Marius's desk and hopped up onto it, kicking her legs, "I don't know that there's all that much to get. It's not much about saving the world, really, though that happens. The Professor formed the team in order to give mutants a way to use their powers to help. The whole point is to make it easier for mutant and non to live in peace. When I was younger, they didn't do as much like we do now, fighting and working with the government and such. They'd go help a newly manifested mutant, step in during a disaster. Use their powers for such as no one else could manage." Terry shrugged, "It's like...justice? If that makes sense. Doing what's right."

Jennie paused for a moment, putting her chin in hand and blowing her bangs out of her face before looking at the older girl. "Can I tell you a secret? I don't think I'm going to stay around after I graduate. I mean, I will be moving into an apartment in New York City probably, so I won't go far but, I never wanted to be on the team. I can't understand it. What you guys do it good, and it's cool, but it's not for me." She shrugged. "D'you think I should switch his bracket keys as well?"

Terry shrugged back at her, "it's not for everyone. Not everyone can be a doctor or a dentist either. I couldn't. I don't like teeth." She bared hers in a grin and reached out to poke the keyboard, "Switch the quotation mark and the semi-colon. Most people here don't join the team. They probably shouldn't, they're not nearly mad enough."

"Ah, but we're all mad here," Jennie said, with a passable British accent. "Seriously though, I don't want to become mad enough to join the team. I'm allergic to my training regimen as it is. Even though I would look sexy as hell in that uniform." She popped off the quotation mark and semicolon keys. "This is poetic justice, as Marius loooooves to comment on how I still hunt-n-peck. There are drawbacks to doing only touch-type."

"He touch-types?" Terry blinked, "Oh, you should make his keyboard dvorak then. That's much worse." She watched Jennie swap and replace the keys. "The uniform looks good on everyone. And it's not as uncomfortable as you'd think." Her smile was just a little too smug for pure thoughts.

"Oh yeah, but I don't wanna be too obvious. This is revenge for not letting me know Forge was leaving until I got emailed. He just assumed I knew, and assuming, as we all know, is a bad thing. Like assuming that no one will randomly walk into your room and switch the keys on your computer." Jennie also switched the insert and delete keys for good measure. "This way, it'll take him a bit to catch on. If he ate cereal, I would have switched the bags and the boxes." She looked back up at Terry. "I never thought the uniforms were uncomfortable, just ..." She gestured airily, "Random. Like, I get the symbolism and stuff, but do you ever wonder if people are taking you seriously?"

Terry smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Do we need to be taken seriously? The team...it's a little bit of a show, I think. Sure we don't need the uniforms but it helps to identify who we are without it being about the person, you know? Helps us too, when you're in uniform, you're working and you're working as an X-Man. So what's the harm if a few people don't take us as deadly serious."

"And then you can throw Mr. Marko at someone who doesn't." Jennie said, finishing re-arranging the keys of Marius's computer and handing Terry back her lockpick. "X-Men, saving our collective butts, one mission at a time. D'you get a cool codename now and everything?"

Terry replaced it carefully and slipped the case back into her pocket. "I don't think anyone can throw Mr. Marko at anything. But he could throw Logan." She pushed off the desk and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Siryn. It was sort of a given I suppose, given that Sean took Banshee."

"Isn't a Banshee a woman, though?" Jennie said, looking confused. Then she shrugged. "Oh well." She spun around in Marius's chair for a moment, and then cracked her neck. "I'm trying to think of something else to do to the boy, and it's just not coming."

"An old woman," the redhead nodded in confirmation, "But if you're thinking Irish and can kill you with a scream, then there's not much other choice. And siren for me, as I've the prettier voice." Terry pondered for a moment, "Seeing as it's Marius, we could put Nair in his shampoo."

Jennie rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Naaah. His hair's at that awkward fro-y stage now. That's punishment enough. We are trying for subtle here. Overt acts of revenge are usually cheerfully brushed aside," she turned to Terry with a grin. "At least they didn't call you Lucky Charms or something like that."

"I flat out refused. Leprechaun too. Ended up with Soundwave as my trainee name. Jamie's suggestion." Terry flipped on Marius's alarm and moved it twenty minutes earlier, just enough for confusion to set in. "We choose our own names when we're made full team."

Jennie snorted. "So, Mr. Summers actually chose his own name? Ha!" Jennie stretched and then wandered over to Marius's closet, fingering some of his shirts and wondering whether to turn a few inside out or not. "Sometimes I wonder about the people who've been on the team for a while. It's gone past the point of determined into desperation. And just why in the hell were they all bruised before Winter Ball? I didn't see the plane take off?"

"Mr Summers might not have. The early team was different. They're...driven." Terry smiled thinly at the memory of Fight Night. Marie had taken quite a bit out of her that night. Really what could you do against an invulnerable opponent? "That was just a team exercise. Morale building and letting off a little steam."

"With bruises? What the hell were you doing? Cage fights?" Jennie shook her head. "Wait, don't answer that. I don't wanna know." Privately it was one more tick mark for 'I'll never want to be an X-Man'. She made herself leave Marius's closet alone before he came back to it being sorted by color, and propped her hands on her hips while she surveyed the room. "I think we're done here. Honor demands that we raid his underwear as payback for last spring but I really really don't want to touch his underwear."

Terry giggled, "I agree. I think it might be against my vows to do it anyway, so he'll escape that revenge another day." Going to Jennie's side, she looped her arm through the taller girl's. "Let's go before we're caught at the scene of the crime."

"Your marriage doesn't permit you to touch Marius's underwear? Funny, neither does mine," Jennie winked at Terry. "Now, celebratory cupcakes for the lady of the week."