Jetlog

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x_cyclops, x_archangel, and x_piotr take the jet to go pick up x_crowdofone.



Scott: It's late afternoon, though as it's heading on toward summer, the sun is still up and bright in the sky. A rumble is heard in the distance, growing louder, followed by a black streak. The jet circles the farm once, looking for a good landing spot.

Scott: There. *points, showing Piotr and Warren the spot he's picked out.*

Piotr: *gazes out the window, and smiles.* It looks like a nice farm...

Scott: The plane lands with nary a thump in a flat field.

Scott: Warren, you want to stay here at first?

((Characters assume yes, as Warren's player isn't in chat yet.))

Piotr: *looks at Warren curiously, but knows these moods he gets in, and doesn't question it.*

Scott: Well tended.

Piotr: And we did not land on any cows. *heads for the door.*

Scott: *opens the landing ramp, trying not to recall the last time he did this*

Scott: No.

Scott: *heads down ramp, heading for the main buildings of the farm*

Piotr: *follows Scott, looking around and smiling a bit*

Jamie: After a moment three very surprised people's faces appear in the back window of the farmhouse. There's a tall, sandy-haired man, a woman with a long sweep of dark hair, and their equally dark-haired son. The kid's face breaks out into a huge amazed grin as he takes in the jet. After a moment he bursts out the door and stares; his parents follow behind more cautiously. He's about 16, but looks younger in his excitement.

Scott: *approaches the trio, but of course reaches the younger one first*

Scott: You must be Jamie.

Jamie: Yeah. Hi. I'm Jamie. That's my mom and dad. _Wow._ I thought you'd have a van or something.

Scott: *smiles* Not for this run. Maybe if you lived closer.

Scott: I'm Scott Summers. *offers hand* This is Piotr Rasputin.

Scott: *gestures to large man*

Piotr: Hi, Jamie... it is nice to meet you. *offers his hand to shake to Jamie's first, then to his dad and mom.*

Jamie: *shakes hands* Nice to meet you. Cool accent, uh, Piotr? *nods* So are you guys teachers?

Piotr: I am Russian.

Scott: I'm a teacher. Piotr isn't...yet.

Jamie: Cool. *grins* Guess they feed you all right.

Piotr: *smiles a bit bashfully.* Part of my mutant powers is strength.

Jamie: Neat! Oh--hey, that reminds me, I'll go get my stuff. *hits self a few times and sends four dupes back to the house*

Scott: *blinks, which no one can see through the visor*

Piotr: *blinks too, as he's never seen something like that* You can make many of you?

Scott: No wonder the farm is so well tended. *smiles at the Jamie that's left and his parents*

Piotr: *laughes* I lived on a farm and my powers helped me do farm work too.

Jamie: *catches Reproving Look from parents* Oh, right--sorry. Yeah. It's pretty handy.

Jamie: *grin* Chores are a lot easier when you can do half-a-dozen at once. Kind of awkward in public though.

Scott: How many people know, about your abilities? Any accidents in public?

Jamie: Just Mom and Dad, far's I know. First time it happened was when I fell out of a tree, three years ago. Been homeschooled since.

Jamie: *rolls eyes* And I practically _never_ get to go anywhere anymore.

Scott: *nods in understanding* The School won't be too different for you then, academically.

Jamie: Except with more people and not on a farm? *grin* Can't wait.

Scott: *smiles* Yes, and more people every day, it seems.

Piotr: *noting Jamie's friendliness* I am sure you will fit right in.

Jamie: Man, I hope so. Everybody there's a mutant?

Scott: *makes proper noises at parents and signs whatever papers might be necessary, blah blah blah*

Scott: *lets Jamie and Piotr talk for a bit*

Piotr: *nods* Yes, I think so. I will have you meet everyone, they are all nice people.

Jamie: Great. You can give me the grand tour. *grin* So you grew up on a farm too, huh?

Piotr: I did! Me and my little sister Illyana in Russia. It was a farm with many people, not only one family. Professor Xavier found out about me and brought me to his school. Later Illyana came too.. she does not know her powers yet.

Jamie: Oh, neat. How old's your sister? I'm--well, maybe not exactly an _only_ child anymore but I don't have brothers and sisters.

Jamie: *grins* Mom says I was trouble enough for three even _before_ I was, well, trouble enough for three.

Piotr: *laughes* Your mom sounds funny. Illyana is seven years old. How old are you?

Jamie: I'll be sixteen in July. *thinks* What about the other people? I mean, the students, are there people my age?

Piotr: Yes.. there are students of a lot of ages. Most mutants find their powers at puberty, so there are many of teenagers.

Scott: *comes back over, all set with the parents, and assuming all the multiples have come out with the stuff?*

Jamie: Cool. Yeah, that's how it happened with me. And here I thought growth spurts and my voice cracking was the worst I'd have to worry about.

Jamie: (Yeah, they probably have by now. A couple of big bags and some smallish boxes with books and miscellany.)

Piotr: *grins* You will be fine. It is lucky your parents are so okay about it. *nods to Scott as he rejoins them*

Jamie: Well, they kinda freaked at first--but hey, so did I. Mostly they just worried about keeping me safe. Which they've been _really_ paranoid about, it's annoying.

Scott: Well, you'll be (only the slightest of pauses) safe at the school.

Piotr: *puts a hand on Scott's arm a moment, giving it a slight squeeze, wishing he could do something comforting* "Why don't you say goodbye to your parents? Scott and I will bring your things on the jet.

Scott: *nods at Piotr* Yes, we need to be going. There is someone else using the jet tonight, I think.

Jamie: Sure. The dupes'll help too, make it just the one trip. We're pretty much all the one mind. *grin* I am Jamie of Borg.

Scott: *wants to ask question, but waits until they're on the jet*

Piotr: *smiles, and nods to Jamie's parents* It was nice to meet you both. *he picks up two suitcases to take to the jet, and heads thataway*

Scott: *moves to jet, loads and stows everything, then prepares plane for departure*

Jamie: (And lo, the intrepid mutants heroically loaded Jamie's stuff on the jet while he said a reasonably tearful goodbye to his parents. :D)

Piotr: *sits down in his chair and buckles up, and looks over to make sure Jamie does as well*

Jamie: *fumbles with the belts before getting them fastened, goggling around at the inside of the plane.* Man. Mutants travel in style.

Scott: So, *as he prepares the jet to take off* do you remember what each of you has done when they're separate?

Jamie: Oh, yeah. Was kind of confusing at first before I figured out how to pay attention to that many different things at once, but it's all me.

Scott: Do you all know it as it happens, or only when you rejoin? *flips more switches, starts lift-off*

Jamie: As it happens. It's like walking and chewing gum at the same time, only . . . not. I dunno, I just do it.

Piotr: What an interesting power...

Jamie: *frowns at Warren* So what's his deal? Didn't want to meet my parents, allergic to heavy lifting, or what?

Warren: *raises an eyebrow, and pulls one wing up so it's visible over his shoulder. calmly* Most parents don't take well to those with wings.

Jamie: Man, my parents have dealt with me splitting into twins on a daily basis for three years. Wings aren't that weird.

Scott: Besides, with things as they are now, it isn't a good idea to leave the plane empty.

Jamie: Eh, I guess. Nearest neighbor's ten miles off, though.

Warren: *nods absently, looks back out the window*

Scott: It's not the normal neighbors I'm worried about. *then is quiet for a bit, concentrating on flying*

Piotr: *remains quiet, feeling uncomfortable at the mood in the jet right now*

Jamie: *snorts softly, then turns to Piotr* So what'd you guys have on your farm? We're mostly cows, and some beehives over in one of the far fields.

Warren: *glances over at Piotr and raises an eyebrow, eavesdropping.*

Piotr: *smiles a bit, thinking of the farm* We had cows and pigs and chickens. And many of vegetables and food. Why do you have beehives? A bee farm? *is apparently unfamiliar with honey farming*

Warren: *chuckles under breath*

Jamie: "Yeah, honey's pretty big around here. They're a lot more interesting than cows, I think. Long's you're careful not to get stung."

Warren: *mouths to himself, 'long's you're careful', and shakes head.*

Piotr: *looks impressed* Wow... Did any sting you before?

Jamie: Well, some, yeah. I mean, you keep bees, sometimes your luck runs out. But I'm not allergic or anything, and there's special clothes and masks.

Jamie: Bees don't sting unless they're scared, or they think the hive's threatened.

Piotr: Maybe we could get a beehive at the school and we could learn bee farming.

Warren: *shakes head, continues looking out the window*

Piotr: *leans closer to Jamie, and whispers, albeit not very quietly* Warren is pouting again.

Scott: *blinks behind the visor, but doesn't say anything*

Warren: *without turning his head* I heard that.

Jamie: *eyes Warren* What, he does that a lot?

Piotr: *tries not to grin, and continues whispering* Sometimes. He is not allowed to smoke on the jet too.

Warren: *rolls his eyes and looks over at Piotr and Jamie* Thanks a lot, Piotr.

Jamie: Heh. Well, _I_ don't mind that, that's for sure. Cigs smell nasty.

Piotr: *Piotr frowns a bit, considering the circumstances, figures Warren is upset about Jean, and he shouldn't have teased.. so tries to change the subject* Yes... so.. what are your favorite classes?

Warren: *slightly testy* Well, thank you for sharing that.

Piotr: Warren, I am sorry I brought it up... *sounds apologetic*

Jamie: *grins cheekily at Warren* Anytime, buddy. *turns to Piotr* Well, I haven't had actual _classes_ in a while, but my dad always picked interesting stuff to read for lit, and Mom brings me along on rounds for bio. She's a vet.

Warren: *smiles slightly at him* It's okay. It's just . . . *sighs, looks back out the window*

Piotr: *Piotr frowns at Warren, and then looks back to Jamie* A vet? I am sorry.. what does that word mean?

Scott: "Warren, come sit up front and watch and learn."

Scott: *gestures to co-pilot's seat*

Scott: You may not always be able to get away under your own power.

Warren: *nods to Piotr and Jamie, and moves to the front of the plane*

Jamie: Veterinarian. Animal doctor. And Dad majored in ag science--er, agricultural science, farming--and minored in English for fun.

Piotr: An animal doctor! What a good job to be. I do not know if we have classes of that at the school, but we have horses. Do you like riding?

Jamie: Horses? Cool. We've never had horses--they cost a lot. But I bet it'd be fun.

Scott: *points out procedures and monitors and such to Warren, talking quietly*

Warren: *nods, listening closely; not paying any attention to things going on in the back of the plane*

Jamie: *blinks out the window, noticing how fast they're going for the first time* Man, things that go zoom . . .

Piotr: My friend Sam is taking me out on the horses tomorrow if you want to come. He is really nice, so I bet you will like him.

Piotr: Sometimes looking out the window makes people feel sick...

Scott: *quietly to Warren* I wanted to thank you for helping with the kids after the attack on the mansion. You all did a good job.

Jamie: Sounds like fun. Long's you don't mind me duping up if I fall off, I'd probably hit the ground hard enough. *grins* I like going fast. Never gone _this_ fast, though.

Warren: *smiles at Scott, and claps him lightly on the shoulder* Thank you. It was nothing, really; I just wanted to make sure they were safe. Piotr, and Allison and Emma, were the real heroes.

Scott: *smiles* Allison said the same thing. I don't doubt Piotr and Sam would as well. Emma, on the other hand.. *trails off*

Warren: *rolls eyes a little* I think I know what you mean.

Scott: But she did do well. You all did.

Scott: *then back to Jamie* So it's kinetic force that triggers the duplicates? How much force is needed?

Warren: Well, thanks. *smiles softly and squeezes Scott's shoulder, and drops his hand to look down on at the controls in front of him.*

Piotr: I do not think many of people fly this fast...

Warren: *over his shoulder* Not that we wouldn't like to, mind you.

Scott: No, not many. *smiles at Warren*

Jamie: Getting hit, yeah. I dunno exactly. I think it changes sometimes. Averages at about a slap, I guess.

Piotr: Can you feel what they feel?

Jamie: Yep. Theyr'e like . . . really big, complicated fingers. Sort of.

Warren: *snorts quietly*

Scott: *does not comment. Scott so does not comment*

Piotr: If one.. um.. what if ones arm got cut off, would it happen to yours?

Warren: *grins down at Scott. whispers* Do you think they have any idea how bad that sounded?

Jamie: *blinks at Piotr* I have no idea. And I don't much want to try. I don't _think_ so.

Scott: *whispered back to Warren* No, I don't, and let's not enlighten them just yet. *louder* We don't need to do any experiments with lost limbs at the school.

Scott: Dr. McCoy will be busy enough.

Piotr: *wonders if he said something offensive, damn his curiousity* Oh.. well, I hope no... *fiddles with his belt buckle* We train with our powers, but not like that...

Warren: *looks back at Piotr and smiles* Not that you need much training, there . . .

Scott: There are other classes as well. And Piotr's quite an artist.

Jamie: Well, good. I mean, they're just dupes, but . . . still. *cocks head* So what do you guys do? I mean, Feathers there is pretty obvious, but . . .

Scott: *lets Warren answer that first*

Piotr: *blushes at the compliments, and stays quiet too*

Warren: *blandly* I teach, Jamie. And fly a lot. *is two seconds away from telling their newest teammate to fuck off*

Scott: *cuts in by pointing to visor* I can shoot optic blasts from my eyes.

Scott: Oh." *realizes* I'm also known as Cyclops. Warren's also known as Angel, and Piotr's Colossus.

Warren: *takes a deep breath, and smiles gratefully at Scott*

Piotr: My skin turns to metal.

Scott: And we all have hand-to-hand combat training, which I guess for you will be hand-to-hand-to-hand-to-hand.

Jamie: Neat. I was kinda wondering about the funky shades. *blinks at Piotr* Wow. Cool. *pauses* . . . So does everybody pick names, or what?

Warren: Something like that, yes.

Scott: Sometimes we pick them, sometimes they're picked for us.

Scott: But they're not necessary.

Scott: *thoughtful for a moment* But just don't ever call the Professor 'Wheels.'

Warren: *laughs*

Piotr: *blinks* Who called him Wheels?

Scott: *glances at Piotr* Who do you think?

Warren: *shoulders shaking* Fucking /Logan/.

Scott: Got it in one. *nods at Warren, then pauses* Language, Mr. Worthington.

Piotr: ... Oh. *glances apprehensively at Warren*

Warren: Sorry. *not sounding very apologetic at all*

Jamie: Right, so . . . is the fighting class required? Dad always said I should stay out of fights.

Scott: I think it would be good for you. Perhaps specializing in a defensive class. Not getting hit.

Warren: It's an optional course, anyway.

Scott: Things may be changing for next semester, with all that's going on.

Jamie: I don't mind learning how _not_ to get hit. *grins* I tend to pass out after about eight dupes. I can only do so many things at once.

Scott: Good to know.

Warren: *lowly, to Scott* We might want to keep an eye on that. Make sure he's actually attending all his classes, and everything.

Scott: *quietly* He could probably attend every class at the same time. Don't know how much would stay with him. Something new to figure out.

Warren: *at the same volume* That's what I was thinking. *sighs* This will be /very/ interesting.