Alex and Kyle (Backdated to February 18)
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xp_logsAlex and Kyle come up with new ways to almost kill themselves. Backdated to February 18.
It was probably odd, seeing a grown man sitting out on the snow-covered lawn, looking at his snow-covered skateboard ramp with a look of utmost concentration. There hadn't been time yet that winter to go snowboarding, and Alex was itching to do something. And he had a perfectly nice ramp covered in snow. There had to be a way to make this work, right?
"I mean, you know if you're gonna skate on it, we probs gotta clear the snow. But otherwise, yo, we just get the hose, bribe Bobby with cake to ice it down and I mean, like, it could work." From the chest up, Kyle was prepared for winter. Heavy thermal shirt, scarf, wooly hat. From the knees down, he was over winter already and had thrown on a pair of fuzzy slippers on and ragged jean shorts. "I mean, it could be a thing."
"I'm just worried the snowboards will be too big for it," Alex said, frowning and resting his chin on his hand. The ramp was perfect for a skateboard-sized board, but all their snowboards were like, professional-type and big. "Like you're going down then suddenly you're face first in snow because the front of the board got stuck and also you're attached to the board so something's gotta break and Doc Reyes might just end it all and murder me if I go down again this month."
"So, smaller snowboards, or do we just wanna break out the sleds?" It seemed like the obvious question. "Like, smaller snowboards might work but I dunno if I have the stuff to cut one down, or a spare though." Kyle raised his face to the sky to think. He had a snowboard, but it'd been expensive, he didn't want to cut that down.
"Smaller board....." Alex repeated slowly, and after a moment his face lit up. "What if we strip a couple of my old skateboards? Get the wheels and the hardware and stuff off - actually, wheels on ice sounds awesome but I think we have to draw a line somewhere. Maybe. Skateboards though."
"Yeah but we're gonna need to get bindings on there. I got a spare set, but only one, so it'd be like one footed mini snowboarding." Which sounded like a great time, actually. Kyle's eyes lit up. "I mean I got access to the tool shed, it's mostly my tools in there anyway. But I only got one set of bindings and they're sized for my weird ass feet."
"How big are your weird ass feet?" Alex, resting his chin on his hand. "I could find puts to make up the size difference? Or is it the claws thing?"
"Both, like... " Kyle slithered one slipper off and wiggled bare clawed toes at Alex. "They're huge, and the claws are a problem. I have custom boots, so I got custom bindings." He shoved his foot back in the slipper - dammit, it was cold - and frowned at the skate ramp. "Yo, what if we like, got some of that high durability nylon shit that Scott gets for the Blackbird's ... I dunno, plane stuff, and try that for bindings?"
Alex lit up. "Awesome. Do you think he'll let us have some? Probably not. Do you know where he keeps it?"
"That and the super turbo sticking power epoxy." Kyle said, with a nod. "I mean ima probably get kicked off the X-Men for this but I needed to quit anyway." He was surprisingly okay with this.
"Well as long as you don't mind." Scott was going to kill them. Worth it. "Gather supplies and meet back here?"
"Hell yes." Kyle paused, and scratched at his neck, thinking. "And food. If we're gonna like, build shit, we need fuel."
"Yes, food," Alex agreed. "What kind of food? Food we order or food we cook ourselves? If order, do you like Chinese?"
"Order. And hell yes. I can eat crab wontons forever." Kyle agreed. "Okay. You wanna raid the hanger, or the tool shed?"
"Never ending crab wontons, got it," Alex said, digging his phone out of his pocket and beginning to write down an order. "I'll take tool shed. Scott'll be hella suspicious if he sees me poking around somewhere I'm not technically authorized to be."
"You know, surprised he hasn't tried to take you up in the Blackbird. It's his baby." Kyle said. "Okay, power tools are in the blue cases, some of 'em are padlocked because we gotta horde of dumb teenagers here." He tapped out a text on his phone, one-handed. "Of like, which I was one once. Lock code's sent to you. We probs only need the power screwdriver. There might be grip tape in there too, I used to keep it on hand when we had more kids here."
"I think he's afraid to let me near it after I asked if he could do any, ya know, pilot tricks. Like loop-de-loops or whatevs." Alex quickly typed out a quick note to himself so he wouldn't forget Kyle's instructions. "Awesome. Meet back here ASAP?"
"Yeah, he won't let me fly it because I wanna jump out of it." Kyle raised his fist at Alex and received the bro-bump. "Kay. Back in whenever, and I got a ten dollar coupon on grubhub, btw." He waved his phone. "So text me your order, and I'll grubhub it."
“Sir yes sir.” Alex saluted seriously before jogging off toward the shed. This was going to be epic.
It was probably odd, seeing a grown man sitting out on the snow-covered lawn, looking at his snow-covered skateboard ramp with a look of utmost concentration. There hadn't been time yet that winter to go snowboarding, and Alex was itching to do something. And he had a perfectly nice ramp covered in snow. There had to be a way to make this work, right?
"I mean, you know if you're gonna skate on it, we probs gotta clear the snow. But otherwise, yo, we just get the hose, bribe Bobby with cake to ice it down and I mean, like, it could work." From the chest up, Kyle was prepared for winter. Heavy thermal shirt, scarf, wooly hat. From the knees down, he was over winter already and had thrown on a pair of fuzzy slippers on and ragged jean shorts. "I mean, it could be a thing."
"I'm just worried the snowboards will be too big for it," Alex said, frowning and resting his chin on his hand. The ramp was perfect for a skateboard-sized board, but all their snowboards were like, professional-type and big. "Like you're going down then suddenly you're face first in snow because the front of the board got stuck and also you're attached to the board so something's gotta break and Doc Reyes might just end it all and murder me if I go down again this month."
"So, smaller snowboards, or do we just wanna break out the sleds?" It seemed like the obvious question. "Like, smaller snowboards might work but I dunno if I have the stuff to cut one down, or a spare though." Kyle raised his face to the sky to think. He had a snowboard, but it'd been expensive, he didn't want to cut that down.
"Smaller board....." Alex repeated slowly, and after a moment his face lit up. "What if we strip a couple of my old skateboards? Get the wheels and the hardware and stuff off - actually, wheels on ice sounds awesome but I think we have to draw a line somewhere. Maybe. Skateboards though."
"Yeah but we're gonna need to get bindings on there. I got a spare set, but only one, so it'd be like one footed mini snowboarding." Which sounded like a great time, actually. Kyle's eyes lit up. "I mean I got access to the tool shed, it's mostly my tools in there anyway. But I only got one set of bindings and they're sized for my weird ass feet."
"How big are your weird ass feet?" Alex, resting his chin on his hand. "I could find puts to make up the size difference? Or is it the claws thing?"
"Both, like... " Kyle slithered one slipper off and wiggled bare clawed toes at Alex. "They're huge, and the claws are a problem. I have custom boots, so I got custom bindings." He shoved his foot back in the slipper - dammit, it was cold - and frowned at the skate ramp. "Yo, what if we like, got some of that high durability nylon shit that Scott gets for the Blackbird's ... I dunno, plane stuff, and try that for bindings?"
Alex lit up. "Awesome. Do you think he'll let us have some? Probably not. Do you know where he keeps it?"
"That and the super turbo sticking power epoxy." Kyle said, with a nod. "I mean ima probably get kicked off the X-Men for this but I needed to quit anyway." He was surprisingly okay with this.
"Well as long as you don't mind." Scott was going to kill them. Worth it. "Gather supplies and meet back here?"
"Hell yes." Kyle paused, and scratched at his neck, thinking. "And food. If we're gonna like, build shit, we need fuel."
"Yes, food," Alex agreed. "What kind of food? Food we order or food we cook ourselves? If order, do you like Chinese?"
"Order. And hell yes. I can eat crab wontons forever." Kyle agreed. "Okay. You wanna raid the hanger, or the tool shed?"
"Never ending crab wontons, got it," Alex said, digging his phone out of his pocket and beginning to write down an order. "I'll take tool shed. Scott'll be hella suspicious if he sees me poking around somewhere I'm not technically authorized to be."
"You know, surprised he hasn't tried to take you up in the Blackbird. It's his baby." Kyle said. "Okay, power tools are in the blue cases, some of 'em are padlocked because we gotta horde of dumb teenagers here." He tapped out a text on his phone, one-handed. "Of like, which I was one once. Lock code's sent to you. We probs only need the power screwdriver. There might be grip tape in there too, I used to keep it on hand when we had more kids here."
"I think he's afraid to let me near it after I asked if he could do any, ya know, pilot tricks. Like loop-de-loops or whatevs." Alex quickly typed out a quick note to himself so he wouldn't forget Kyle's instructions. "Awesome. Meet back here ASAP?"
"Yeah, he won't let me fly it because I wanna jump out of it." Kyle raised his fist at Alex and received the bro-bump. "Kay. Back in whenever, and I got a ten dollar coupon on grubhub, btw." He waved his phone. "So text me your order, and I'll grubhub it."
“Sir yes sir.” Alex saluted seriously before jogging off toward the shed. This was going to be epic.
