Backdated log: Matt & Doug Blackout
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xp_logsMatt and Doug wake up from a nap and discover the mansion is in a blackout. Matt is amused by that.
It took a minute for Matt to realize someone had happened. Sitting up in bed, he cocked his head to one side as he sorted out what woke him. Waking up more, he nudged Doug asleep next to him. "I think there's a power outage," he said softly.
Doug came blearily awake, not entirely sure how long the 'nap' he and Matt had taken had lasted. There was still natural light in the room, so it was definitely before sundown. He cocked his head as he sat up, hearing none of the usual background noise that comes of modern conveniences - fans, the background hum of lighting, and so on. "Y'know, I never realize just how much ambient sound there is until it's not there," he observed as he stretched. "Gonna bet you're way more aware of it," he continued.
Laying back down and getting comfortable again now that he knew what was going on, Matt hummed in agreement. "Wasn't expecting the... quiet," he could still hear heartbeats, conversations if he focused a little bit more, but he was kinda enjoying the lack right now. "Your heartbeat is better."
"Oh, I bet there's plenty of loudness in other places," Doug said with a snort. "Molly's probably cussing in Asgardian, and I'll put give bucks Clint's swearing in Russian." Still, there was no real rush to get up and do anything, he wasn't as much of a direct wiring sort, and the crew upgrading the mains probably had something like a plan. He did make a long arm to the bedside table and grabbed his phone just to have it to hand in case someone needed him.
"Mmm," Matt didn't disagree. He could hear it pretty clearly when he focused, but he didn't want to do that right now. "New guy is quiet. Forge. Probably should conserve your battery," he sighed, getting out of bed. "Maybe it's my paranoia, but if we're powerless, that means sensors are on backup generator. If I was someone that didn't like Xavier's, this would be the time to start shit." Not that he was rushing to get his uniform on. Instead, he grabbed his underwear and pulled it on as he padded to the kitchen area.
Doug tapped out a quick text, then pulled up the journals. He noted Marie-Ange's jokingly frustrated request about hotels. "If the outage lasts into the evening, I can always get a hotel room someplace." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Unless they accidentally knocked out power to the entire eastern seaboard. Then we're pretty much boned." He levered himself up out of the bed and wandered along with Matt to the kitchen. "But given that we still have cell reception, I'm betting against that."
"We are pretty talented," Matt pointed out. He shoved two pieces of bread in the toaster then sighed taking them out. "Peanut butter bread?" he offered. "Since we can't do toast?"
"Such extravagance," Doug said in a joking tone. "But I will definitely take you up on that," he said as his stomach rumbled quietly. "I'm going to get Clint a shirt that says 'in my defense I was left unsupervised'," he announced. "Because let's be honest, neither Molly nor Forge-" His voice didn't even really wobble at thinking about the previous universe's version of the mutant inventor. "-really counts as supervising him. He requires like three people and a whip. Or Natasha," he allowed.
"I am a city boy, I do not do 'campfires,'" Matt defended himself. He had gone to a couple of those 'get the city foster kids into nature' camps when he was in foster care and several trips out of the city with his uncles, but none of that involved him being responsible for fire. The most he'd done was make s'mores while highly supervised. Highly supervised. "We could leash him. Though...he does have thumbs. Might need a leash and a whip. Though he'd likely enjoy that."
Doug snorted. "Don't kinkshame your brother, Matt," he said loftily before ruining it with a snicker. "I do reserve the right to call him Leeroy Barton the next time he YOLOs for science, though." He devoured the first piece of peanut butter-covered bread that Matt offered, then realized his error when his mouth began to make gross sticky noises. "Thank god the water lines are separate from the power grid," he muttered, rummaging around in the cupboards for a set of cups.
When you have enhanced hearing, you just learn to deal with mouth noises. And stomach noises. And butt noises. Bodies made a lot of terrible sounds you just had to endure and ignore. A lot. "But kinkshaming him is my favourite hobby," he protested, not really put out. As it was, he mostly did it only because Clint was his brother. He was very much a kink and let kink person. He'd been to too many Pride's to think otherwise. "And it's Clint. If I don't do it, who will?"
"I mean, Darcy for sure. Tasha..." Doug started ticking off on his fingers. "Probably Quentin...Kyle..." The number of possibilities was definitely up there.
Sticking his tongue out at Doug, he leaned in for a kiss, "Well... when you put it like that..."
It took a minute for Matt to realize someone had happened. Sitting up in bed, he cocked his head to one side as he sorted out what woke him. Waking up more, he nudged Doug asleep next to him. "I think there's a power outage," he said softly.
Doug came blearily awake, not entirely sure how long the 'nap' he and Matt had taken had lasted. There was still natural light in the room, so it was definitely before sundown. He cocked his head as he sat up, hearing none of the usual background noise that comes of modern conveniences - fans, the background hum of lighting, and so on. "Y'know, I never realize just how much ambient sound there is until it's not there," he observed as he stretched. "Gonna bet you're way more aware of it," he continued.
Laying back down and getting comfortable again now that he knew what was going on, Matt hummed in agreement. "Wasn't expecting the... quiet," he could still hear heartbeats, conversations if he focused a little bit more, but he was kinda enjoying the lack right now. "Your heartbeat is better."
"Oh, I bet there's plenty of loudness in other places," Doug said with a snort. "Molly's probably cussing in Asgardian, and I'll put give bucks Clint's swearing in Russian." Still, there was no real rush to get up and do anything, he wasn't as much of a direct wiring sort, and the crew upgrading the mains probably had something like a plan. He did make a long arm to the bedside table and grabbed his phone just to have it to hand in case someone needed him.
"Mmm," Matt didn't disagree. He could hear it pretty clearly when he focused, but he didn't want to do that right now. "New guy is quiet. Forge. Probably should conserve your battery," he sighed, getting out of bed. "Maybe it's my paranoia, but if we're powerless, that means sensors are on backup generator. If I was someone that didn't like Xavier's, this would be the time to start shit." Not that he was rushing to get his uniform on. Instead, he grabbed his underwear and pulled it on as he padded to the kitchen area.
Doug tapped out a quick text, then pulled up the journals. He noted Marie-Ange's jokingly frustrated request about hotels. "If the outage lasts into the evening, I can always get a hotel room someplace." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Unless they accidentally knocked out power to the entire eastern seaboard. Then we're pretty much boned." He levered himself up out of the bed and wandered along with Matt to the kitchen. "But given that we still have cell reception, I'm betting against that."
"We are pretty talented," Matt pointed out. He shoved two pieces of bread in the toaster then sighed taking them out. "Peanut butter bread?" he offered. "Since we can't do toast?"
"Such extravagance," Doug said in a joking tone. "But I will definitely take you up on that," he said as his stomach rumbled quietly. "I'm going to get Clint a shirt that says 'in my defense I was left unsupervised'," he announced. "Because let's be honest, neither Molly nor Forge-" His voice didn't even really wobble at thinking about the previous universe's version of the mutant inventor. "-really counts as supervising him. He requires like three people and a whip. Or Natasha," he allowed.
"I am a city boy, I do not do 'campfires,'" Matt defended himself. He had gone to a couple of those 'get the city foster kids into nature' camps when he was in foster care and several trips out of the city with his uncles, but none of that involved him being responsible for fire. The most he'd done was make s'mores while highly supervised. Highly supervised. "We could leash him. Though...he does have thumbs. Might need a leash and a whip. Though he'd likely enjoy that."
Doug snorted. "Don't kinkshame your brother, Matt," he said loftily before ruining it with a snicker. "I do reserve the right to call him Leeroy Barton the next time he YOLOs for science, though." He devoured the first piece of peanut butter-covered bread that Matt offered, then realized his error when his mouth began to make gross sticky noises. "Thank god the water lines are separate from the power grid," he muttered, rummaging around in the cupboards for a set of cups.
When you have enhanced hearing, you just learn to deal with mouth noises. And stomach noises. And butt noises. Bodies made a lot of terrible sounds you just had to endure and ignore. A lot. "But kinkshaming him is my favourite hobby," he protested, not really put out. As it was, he mostly did it only because Clint was his brother. He was very much a kink and let kink person. He'd been to too many Pride's to think otherwise. "And it's Clint. If I don't do it, who will?"
"I mean, Darcy for sure. Tasha..." Doug started ticking off on his fingers. "Probably Quentin...Kyle..." The number of possibilities was definitely up there.
Sticking his tongue out at Doug, he leaned in for a kiss, "Well... when you put it like that..."
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Date: 2023-02-21 11:27 pm (UTC)