AKDM: Laurie, Kyle, Forge, Doug and Crystal log

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Our intrepid heroes relax after all the things they've seen and done in the past week



Forge winced behind his dark glasses as he kept poking at his newly-repaired arm with a screwdriver, garnering him repeated gentle swats from Crystal, who was at least trying to avoid smacking his bandaged ribs. Finally cowed, he grimaced and stretched out on the towel, letting the sun hit him.

After leaving Dubai a day earlier than anticipated in the wake of the local US consulate showing up to take Quentin into custody, the five mutants had taken a chartered plane directly to Attilan to get Forge some quick medical attention - and most of all, to recuperate and decompress.

"Seriously," he said, without looking to either side, "vacations are as bad as field trips. Now you know why I never leave the lab."

"Not all vacations," Laurie said, adjusting herself on the towel she was using to keep from getting sand in places best left unmentioned.
She flipped sunglasses down off her forehead to stop her eyes from tearing in the beautiful sun currently shining down on them all.
"Crystal and I were perfectly fine...Well, except for the crazy Mummy guy but that was only when Monet and Kurt were with us. I say vacations with more then two mansion residents in a place are dangerous."

"Jan and I were totally fine Prom weekend. I mean, okay, her buddy got a flat tire and I had to go get her, but nobody attacked us." Kyle said. Even if Jan had been half-convinced someone would "Sides, everything except for the last day was fine. It was just whatshisface and Milan making things crazy that sucked." He'd managed to heal up almost entirely, except for having to regrow the broken-off claws, and looked almost normal, for Kyle, in cut-off at the knee jeans and a baseball cap. "Could've been way worse."

Doug lay back on a towel, simply absorbing the chatter for the most part, and content to be a bit quiet and pensive. Getting tased due to not paying attention had him just the slightest bit cranky, but he knew Kyle well enough to know that complaining about it would result in snark. He was a bit upset that Forge had essentially let Milan go, but he couldn't entirely fault him for giving the Italian a chance. It certainly drove home a bit the differences that had grown in their perspectives on things.

Crystal nodded in agreement. "Yes, one or two residents of Xavier's appears to be the acceptable limit to how many can be gathered together without some form of chaos. Three or more seems to act as a beacon for trouble. Still, Kyle is correct, the situation could have been much worse. No one was possessed, our minds remained our own, and for that we can be grateful."

Forge shrugged, wincing slightly as the motion pulled at his ribs.
"Could have been worse. I could feel like I've been in twenty car wrecks instead of just nineteen."

"Next time, you can have the hell-elevator and I'll fight robots."
Kyle suggested. "I'll just make a note to the universe to have us switch next time." He sat up, reaching over Laurie's head to snag a bottle of water. "You can get one of those Inspector Gadget stretchy arms or something. Make like Angelo only with metal or whatever."

Laurie tried to picture that and couldn't help but laugh, swatting at Kyle's arm lightly as he got in her sun. "Keep doing that and I'm going to get your arm suntan lined on my face," she noted with a grin.

Kyle flicked a few drops of water at Laurie. "Dude, you're not gonna tan that fast. It was like three seconds. Besides, I'd think you'd be sick of being bikini girl. I mean, dude. You were in a tankini and we climbed an elevator shaft. Wasn't that in some Made for TV movie on TNT or something?"

"I believe that we all took on roles from the stereotypical idea of the horror movie genre while in Dubai," Crystal commented. "Perhaps with a modern variation, what with the living monsters or aliens being replaced by computers and robots controlled by a person."

"I'm not sure which horror movie cliche that makes me, really," Doug mused with a grin. And here he hadn't brought his phone with him so he could check TVTropes. Maybe it said something about him that his first thought was to go to the Internet. Then again, he had been good and left his phone behind.

"The popped-collar frat boy?" Forge teased, ducking a small handful of sand thrown his way. "I tell you this, my next vacation's just going to be simulated in the Danger Room."

Kyle snickered and flicked more water at people. "Dude, if this was a shitty horror movie, the only one who doesn't end up dead is Laurie.
Everyone who has like, ever had sex ever, in a horror movie dies.
Everyone knows that." It was a formula. Athletic guy died, nerd guy died, regular guy died, it was only the hot virgin who stayed alive.

"Kyle, hate to break it to you, but I'm not a virgin," Laurie said, with only a mildly smug look. "So none of us would've survived, except perhaps 'person who you'd never suspect' survives."

"Dude, I am gonna have to wash my brain out for days now!" Kyle covered his eyes with his hands and made faux-retching noises.

"Now, Kyle, that is rather impolite," Crystal said, glancing at Kyle and shaking her head, "and I believe that even if Laurie and I had not already discussed the topic of 'helping' you find your way into a body of water somehow, that would be my signal to unceremoniously dump you into the ocean. Off you go!"

"The American judge gives the unceremonious dumping a 8.5. The delivery was good, but the follow-through could have been a little better." Doug chuckled.

"Perhaps the American judge, Mr. Doug Ramsey, would like to see a replay?" Crystal suggested amiably. "Hmm... perhaps it would be best if he experienced a similar trip into the water himself, to better understand the technique used in this particular maneuver. Well, both can be done, yes?"

Laurie had snickered as Kyle went into the water, now she started to clap as she watched Doug follow. "Good show, old bean," she noted in a bad approximation of an English accent. Amanda would've been horrified, and probably thrown things at her.

"Was that a request? Yes, I believe it was." Crystal's head moved slightly as looked towards Laurie. "Far be it from me to argue with the fans who wish to participate in the show. An encore it is, then."

Forge's eyebrows raised behind his glasses. "Honey, you wouldn't...
I'm a wounded man, you can't... ah crap..."

This time the gust of wind was quite a bit gentler, and the splash into the waves a bit softer, but no less satisfying.

Laurie burst out laughing, unable to help it but then got a good look at the amused spark in Cystal's eyes. She struggled to her feet from her prone position, hands out in front of her as she back slowly away.

"Now, Crystal. You wouldn't throw your travelling companion of so many months into the ocean, would you?"