xp_logs | Storm, Kurt, Logan: The Most Fucked Up Nuclear Family Ever

x_bamf: Kurt backs out of the driveway, and begins heading for the interstate

x_storm: "You're looking for the 695 exit. To I-95 North." Ororo gives directions from the back of the car, one hand over her eyes.

x_bamf: "right. Thanks."

x_snikt: Logan grunts quietly, shifting in his seat. It looks like he's staring out the window, but really, he's watching Ororo in the side-view mirror.

x_bamf: the silence in the car is oppressive

x_bamf: Kurt reaches into the door pocket for some CDs

x_storm: She's disinclined to talk, but -- well. Leader. As in, the one who leads. Which includes mission debriefing. Which would involve talking. "... well."

x_bamf: Kurt puts his hands back on the wheel, and looks at her in the rearview mirror.

x_storm: "Logan, there's an X-phone in the glove compartment. Call Scott or Emma, tell them what happened, have them get in contact with the Baltimore PD. I'll give you the license plate if you need it."

x_snikt: Logan nods, popping the glove compartment. He does as requested, speaking quickly and quietly to Emma before hanging up. "They'll take care of it," he says, "But Emma isn't sure it'll do any good. I think she's right."

x_storm: "This is not about /good/," snaps Storm, "this is about our relationship with the government. /Damnit/."

x_snikt: Logan shrugs. "I'm just relaying the message. I'm sure that if anything can be done, they'll do it."

x_bamf: "Ororo" Kurt begins timidly "it's okay. We didn't know. You did your best. Appealing to his love for the kids.....I never would have thought of that."

x_bamf: Kurt shifts in his chair, making his tail swish, wondering if that was an okay thing to say

x_storm: "My best wasn't /good/ enough. I -- damnit. Damnit /all/." She closes her eyes and sighs. "I should have been more aggressive."

x_bamf: Kurt shakes his head. "There is never a good enough. We can offer only what we have, no perfection. And I don't think we could've taken them."

x_bamf: he smirks "Unless you guys are a lot better fighters than I think."

x_snikt: Logan raises an eyebrow at Kurt, then turns in his seat to face Ororo. "He'll come home when he's ready. He's too angry, right now, to see what you were offering."

x_storm: Storm's hands tighten into fists. "Logan takes Mystique. You neutralize John. I go for Magneto. /Damnit/." Forget /John/ - she's still monday-morning-quarterbacking the fight. Or the fight that would have been.

x_bamf: "Those who live by the sword die by the sword."

x_snikt: Logan snickers, but doesn't say anything. He's pissed of Ororo enough already today.

x_storm: "Luckily for us, I don't think Magneto was carrying a katana under his jacket."

x_bamf: "Are you guys hungry?"

x_storm: "No. But I should eat anyway. .... I want pancakes."

x_bamf: Kurt feels sort of silly changing the subject to something so inane, but he doesn't want to drive all the way back in hunger, silence, and tension.

x_snikt: "Red meat, if you don't mind." Logan turns back around and settles into his seat again.

x_storm: "Pancakes," Storm continues dreamily, "and french toast. And maple syrup. And bacon. And grapefruit. And scones. And more pancakes. And hash browns. And a huge pot of coffee."

x_bamf: Kurt stays silent for a minute. "Did you bring an image inducer?"

x_storm: "Glove comparment." She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "The source of all good things."

x_bamf: kurt sighs "thanks. So where are we going? I don't know anything about restaurants." He leaves it unsaid that until a few weeks ago, he had never really gotten to go *anywhere*.

x_storm: "Logan? You're the one who lived on the road. This is your department, not mine."

x_snikt: "There's a Big Boy down the road," he growls. "One of those burger-breakfast-all-american kinda places. Two more exits, then make a right. You'll see the sign."

x_bamf: "Okay."

x_storm: "It's the one with the midget with the deformed hair," explains Storm helpfully.

x_bamf: A few minutes later, Kurt pulls into an incredibly kitschy diner type restaurant.

x_bamf: Kurt carefully adjusts the image inducer, and with a shimmer, he turns into a rather attractive man a few years older than the real Kurt.

x_bamf: Then he hops out of the car and stretches.

x_storm: Storm practically /pours/ herself out of the backseat and onto the parking lot. "... ooo. That was not a good idea." For a moment leans against the car, leaning her head against the cool metal of the frame.

x_snikt: Logan crawls out of the car and cracks his neck. "You all right," he asks Ororo, watching her.

x_storm: "No," she replies quietly, "but don't worry about it."

x_bamf: Kurt turns around, hearing her response and gives her a concerned look.

x_snikt: Logan moves to stand beside Ororo, his hand hovering just over her lower back. He's not sure if he should touch her or not. She's pissed at him and it might just earn him another punch in the gut.

x_storm: She just waves a hand at them both. "Stress headache. From pulling in that much power and not using it. I'll be fine in a minute."

x_bamf: Kurt ignores her denial. "Do you need to get rid of it? Can you make it rain really fast or something?"

x_snikt: "You could use it on me," Logan offers, straight-faced. He cracks his neck again. "I'll live." And it might make up for pissing her off.

x_bamf: ((my first thought was actually "hit Logan with lightening!"))

x_storm: "... that's all right." She straightens back up, propping her hands on the doorframe to support herself. "I will live. Just give me a minute."

x_bamf: Kurt takes another step forward "the other night you told me to tell anyone if I ever was hurt, but it wasn't showing. If this is going to hurt you, don't let it."

x_storm: She closes her eyes, then turns around and sighs. "Damn you, that's /my/ line. I think -- I'll just ask for some aspirin. Come on." Shoulders set back, jawline tight, she heads straight towards the restaurant door. "And then we can figure out what to do about all this."

x_bamf: Kurt gives her another glance, before opening the door for both of them.

x_snikt: Logan walks through the door, his head filled with the inviting aromas of humanity: sweat, red meat, and grease. He tries not to glare at the 'hostess' while she helps another group find a table.

x_bamf: Kurt glances around, taking it all in. As always, the closeness of so many people makes him slightly claustrophobic.

x_storm: Ororo cranes her head up while stepping through the door and pecks Kurt on the cheek, then leans up against one of the benches in the lineoleum-tiled "waiting era". "... ooo, look. Dr. Suess books." She jerks a thumb at the little stack of books to entertain waiting children.

x_storm: Ororo cranes her head up while stepping through the door and pecks Kurt on the cheek, then leans up against one of the benches in the lineoleum-tiled "waiting era".

x_storm: "... ah, look. Dr. Suess books." She jerks a thumb at the little stack of books to entertain waiting children.

x_bamf: Underneath his image inducer, Kurt blushes insanely, praying the inducer isn't translating it. Pleased, he whistles a little circus-y tune.

x_bamf: "Dr. Seuss?"

x_storm: "'I do not like green eggs and ham'," she quotes, then nods, picking out a copy of /The Lorax/ and holding it out. "Childrens' books author. Illyana is fond of his work."

x_bamf: Kurt takes it from her, and begins to read it, engrossed. Still leafing through it, he follows Ororo and Logan to the table the hostess leads them to.

x_storm: She bites her lips to keep from laughing, already feeling better. Sliding into a chair, she immediately starts flipping through the menu. "This is officially on Team Two's expense account."

x_snikt: Logan flops into the chair across from Ororo, immediately skimming the menu for steak. "Good to know."

x_bamf: Kurt glances up from the funny trees to reach for a menu.

x_bamf: He reads it, decides on his choice, and goes back to the book, alternately giggling, and frowning.

x_snikt: After a few moments, the waitress arrives, looking frazzled. "What can I getcha?" she asks, chewing gum popping damply in her mouth.

x_snikt: Logan looks up. "Steak."

x_snikt: "How'dja like that?" she asks, scribbling on her pad.

x_storm: "One of everything on your breakfast menu," Storm replies automatically. "Wait. No. Make that two. And he likes it bloody."

x_bamf: "I'd like a hamburger. Medium. With french fries. Please." He smiles at her.

x_bamf: finishing the book, Kurt puts it aside, and looks up.

x_bamf: "I liked that. I like trees."

x_storm: Storm leans over the table, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "So do I. Now..." Taking a napkin, she starts folding it into halves. "What is the best we can salvage from this?"

x_bamf: Kurt sits up attentively. "They knew he was there. They weren't surprised to see us either."

x_storm: "Which means, somehow, they can find them, /too/. How?" She frowns, and tries to flag the waitress down again. "Anyone have a pen?"

x_snikt: "The Professor's not just usin' Cerebro," Logan points out. "And Magneto's got Mystique in as Kelly, so he's got connections, too."

x_bamf: Kurt frowns. "When Mystique transforms, does she get all the mutants ability?"

x_snikt: "Only if it's a physical mutation, I think." Logan's not sure, but he can't remember her using his non-physical mutantions when she'd been him, a few months before.

x_storm: "No." Storm shakes her head, sharply. "Lehnsherr helped build Cerebro, remember? If she could mimic Charles, there would have been no need for him to reverse the machine at Alkali Lake."

x_bamf: "Well, they're getting information somehow. Maybe they have an intelligence network."

x_snikt: Logan doesn't point out that he'd just said that, in a roundabout way. "Probably."

x_bamf: "I guess we should just talk to the Professor about it when we get back."

x_storm: "... he'll be in Cerebro. Damnit."

x_bamf: *rubs temples* "I'm new to all this. I have no idea, other than to just keep it in the back of our minds and hope something clicks."

x_snikt: "Look, if we're gettin' information from sources other than Cerebro, then so can Magneto." Logan frowns. "He knows the Professor. Of course he knows we're picking up mutants. He was faster, this time. Next time, he won't be."

x_storm: Storm looks up and forces herself to smile a bit. "No, that is the long and sort of it - I just... am very frustrated."

x_bamf: "I feel bad for that boy. He doesn't know what he's doing."

x_storm: "John, or Stanley?"

x_snikt: Logan looks at Ororo. "Both."

x_bamf: *wry grin* "I was thinking of Stanley. I don't know John like you do. But you're right. He doesn't know either. They're too angry. Too hurt. They won't see anything but themselves."

x_storm: "John knows what he's doing. Unfortunately." She doesn't say anything more, possibly because the food arrives, bourne by the gum-snapping waitress.

x_bamf: Kurt thanks the waitress as she sets the food down, then lays his hands out, from habit, to pray holding hands.

x_snikt: Logan stares at Kurt's hand with one eyebrow raised and doesn't move.

x_storm: Storm does the same, then blinks and takes his hand and squeezes it - without praying. Letting go, she immediately reaches for the French toast.

x_bamf: Kurt, head bowed, looks up, and seeing Logan's expression, begins blushing. Feeling very foolish and naive, despite Ororo's kindness, he prays to himself, hands folded.