Log - Alison & Madelyn, guest appearances by Cain and Haroun

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Set on Sunday afternoon. Alison and Madelyn see who is the most evil of them all... Featuring the ever amazing Synthsilk & a sulking kitten!

If you've got it, flaunt it!

Making her way down to the medlab with a dance to her step, Alison grinned, hands in her pockets. She was getting new silks today, and this made it a good day. Didn't matter if the end of the world was declared, rabid flying talking birds swooped in - she was getting them silks.

"Hiya, Madelyn!" she called out cheerily as she sauntered into the medlab. "Got your email and ran down like a giddy little girl offered candy, soon as I read it!"

"Do you do things any other way?" Madelyn asked innocently, then held up the specially-adapted spray cans in front of her like a shield. "See, shiny things! Don't thwap me!"

"Well, sometimes I can be a naughty girl too," she said in a sing song voice, reaching for the cans at the same time. "But not today! Oooh, pretty. Needing testing, you said," and with a grin she tilted her head towards one of the isolation rooms. "They empty? I'm not shy, but stripping in the middle of the medlab, even with everyone doing their best to stay away, isn't quite what I have in mind."

"Damn, and I had advance copies of the pictures already sold..." Madelyn joked, and waved Alison towards one of the isolation rooms. "After you, m'lady. I know you're dying to taunt me with that perfect butt of yours, so let's get it over with."

"I will be right out," Alison promised, looking far too pleased with herself. And it barely took a minute before she was out again, most of her body coated with a gleaming dark blue sheen. "There. And it dries so much faster, it's nearly set! Need your help with the back though," she admitted, handing Madelyn a bottle.

"Somehow that didn't surprise me. You and the Butt like to taunt me..." Madelyn said dryly, taking the bottle and beginning to apply the spray in long, even movements.

~Stupid cat.~ Cain remarked in Vietnamese, holding Mao gingerly in one hand. The cat hissed back, ending with a plaintive yowl. Cain chuckled. "Yeah," he laughed, "Du mah nhieu, Mao. Next time you'll learn not to pick on squirrels that're bigger than you. Don't worry, we'll have Doc Bartlett take a look at that scratch and fix you right up."

Whistling tunelessly, Cain opened the medlab door with an elbow, backing in. Hearing Doctor Bartlett, he turned, holding the cat in one hand.

"Hey doc, I - whoa! Whoa!" Stammering, he threw his hands in front of his face, much to Mao's consternation and protest. "Ah! Stupid cat!" Cain attempted to pry the multicolored feline off his head, turning around to get another eyeful of Alison's uniquely 'clothed' state. "Ah! Blue! Whoa!" At the sudden looks from the women, Cain snapped his jaw closed, then shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Mao. "Stupid cat."

"Be with you in a minute, Cain, although I'm not really a vet..." Madelyn's lips twitched a little, but otherwise her expression was completely serious. "All right Alison, turn around, let me see if you missed any bits on your front. Nice and slow," she suggested, knowing full well that would give Cain a good, all-over view. Glancing at Cain again, she added. "Nice hat. Not everyone could pull off a live cat as headwear, but it gives you a certain something..."

Madelyn was evil, Alison decided serenely, turning just as she had been instructed to do. This was a wonderful thing and it needed to be encouraged, to the utmost of her abilities. "I don't think I missed any bits," she murmured, looking down at herself idly. The blue synth silk gleamed nicely in the medlab's lighting and she hid a smile. "You see any missing bits?" The very picture of concerned fussiness, that was Alison all right.

Cain peeled the cat away from his face, then made the mistake of glancing over at the women. As a crimson blush ran up his neck, he did a swift about-face, plunking Mao down into a nearby basin and making a great show of searching for antiseptic. "Um, all the, er, bits seem to be in place. Yep."

Oh, smooth, Marko, he chided himself, it's just some weird physical examination, not something weird... oh God, less Cinemax at 2am...

"So, um," he continued loudly without turning around, "Stupid cat. Squirrel. All fussy. Help?"

"You should go help him," Alison said virtuously. "I mean, think about it! An honest to goodness patient!" She grinned at Madelyn, before turning around slightly, looking back over her shoulder. "I'll just stay here and look this over. Make sure it's covering everything properly, and all that. You know, I think this isn't too bad - the second layering'll let us know if the stuff bonds properly." She took a deep breath and then sighed. "The last time it all melted off was baaad."

"Let's have a look at him then..." Madelyn joined Cain at the sink, looking over the unhappy cat. "It's the new X-Men uniform," she explained to Cain, with a backward glance over her shoulder at Alison. Oh, this was just priceless. More fun than the tranq gun. "Something Hank came up with. Can you imagine the team in those?"

An image of Cyclops attempting to scrape the material from his visor passed through Cain's mind, bringing a smile. Calmly trying to concentrate his attention on his beleaguered cat and not the only-technically-clothed Alison behind him, Cain grasped Mao by the scruff of the neck and lifted him out of the basin.

"Seems he's having a bit of a border dispute with the squirrels about the porch. He might need to sit in on a few training sessions to learn about one-on-six odds, I think."

Alison waited a bit, leaning on one of the beds, contemplating how evil this could get. "You know, Madelyn? I think this is good. I'm going to have to get Lorna in here soon for a try-out - she'd like this stuff, don't you think?" Lorna would die being presented with the option to have this, Alison knew, but it was worth saying it only to see the reaction.

Mao protested as Cain suddenly dropped him with a *thwack* against the counter. Think of something else ANYTHING else...

"Volleyball!" he exclaimed loudly, remembering a conversation he'd overheard in the halls. "I hear there's a grudge match coming up, hey? Team Rocket versus the Brothers Grim or something?"

Madelyn rescued the yowling Mao and tried very hard not to die from the effort of keeping the giggles in. Oh, Alison was evil - Madelyn hadn't had this much fun breaking someone's brain since her med student days. "Volleyball, hmm?" she said, examining the scratches on Mao's nose and reaching for the antiseptic, whilst keeping a firm hold on the scruff of his neck. "At least the boys are finding a non-destructive way of butting heads..." Then with a completely innocent look, she looked over at Alison. "You know, Betsy should probably come down for her fitting at the same time as Lorna. It'd save on spraying time - you could all coat each other, make sure you don't miss any spots."

Perfect. Partner. In. Crime. With a wink towards the good doctor, Alison twisted around in a classic pin-up girl post, carefully eyeing the gleaming silk. "You know, I think she'd like that. And it's not like she'd mind helping me out." She hummed to herself idly, and then pouted. "Rats. You did miss a spot!"

"I did? Where?" Madelyn made a show of craning her neck to see, hands obviously occupied with wriggling cat. "Damn, I need to finish this - Cain, be a pal and have a look for me?"

Cain paused, realizing he had been set up. Fine, then, he thought to himself. Pivoting around, he took a good look. "Well, uh... everything looks... uh..."  Good GOD, man! They did NOT build them like that in our day!  "That is, it's ... er..."  Oh, good one! Sound a little more like an idiot! Say something intelligent, idiot!  "Just perfect."

Oh god.

Cain managed to look over to the wall. "I'll, uh... I'll just wait in the foyer. If, uh, if he gives you any trouble, just give him a smack on the -- just smack him."

With that, Cain lumbered at not-inconsiderable speed out of the medlab.

Somehow, Alison managed to wait until he'd left the medlab. "Perfect!" She then looked at Madelyn, before bursting into helpless laughter, waving a hand in the general direction of the door while trying to say something more, only to be taken over by a fresh wave of laughter.

"You... you... are so... completely... evil!" Madelyn managed between gales of laughter, barely managing to hold onto Mao, who was looking at them both like they'd gone crazy. Which was entirely possible. "Oh God, his _face_! I thought I was going to die! Seriously."

"Coronary!" Alison agreed, only able to manage the one word and nothing else at all, body still shaking with laughter. "So," she gasped for air, leaning on the bed, "perfect!" She patted down her thinly clad thigh and gave up on any attempt at control, laughing until she could only wave a hand weakly at Madelyn, a thumbs up of congratulations for a job evilly done.

"We are so very, very bad," Madelyn chuckled, finally able to breathe, but still shaken by bouts of giggles. "Oh dear, I think I'll treasure that moment for the rest of my life. We couldn't have done that better if we'd planned it, I swear..." Mao mewed at her somewhat pathetically, and she remembered what she was doing. "As for you, my fine furry feline, I hope this has been a lesson to you. Don't mess with squirrels, otherwise people will break Cain's brain," she told the cat, tending the last of the scratches and bites.

Still giggling in between trying to catch her breath, Alison shook her head. "Nu huh! That's just encouraging the kitten, Madelyn!" She finally managed to stop laughing (mostly), straightening up once more while moving in a slow circle, carefully looking at the synthsilk covering her from neck on down. "Ready for the second layer now, I think. What do you think?"

"Just a second while I secure my patient here..." Ignoring the increasingly filthy looks Mao was giving her (he'd tried to clean his fur and gotten a mouthful of antiseptic instead), Madelyn scooped up the little cat and deposited him in one of the isolation rooms, closing the door behind him. "No shredding the bed," she warned as she did. "He'll need a rabies shot, probably - I'll tell Cain when I take him back. Now, do you want me to do this coat? It'll go on smoother than if you try and do it again."

"Sure," Alison replied amiably. "I'd be eternally grateful if you could do the second layer. I'm used to the other stuff but this batch seems to be more slippery." She brushed her arms together, the silk shushing softly. "It's made to spread out evenly on it's own as it dries but layering the stuff on my own? Eh, not until I get used to it." She grinned a bit ruefully. "May mean I'll hop in here unannounced for some help, for a while, until I get a handle on things."

"I think I'll be able to handle spraying you pretty colours," Madelyn said dryly. "Especially after that laugh..." She giggled again. "Oh, I'd feel more sorry for Cain if it wasn't so damn funny..." Still snickering, she started applying the second coat of synth silk, concentrating on getting even coverage. She was so intent on spraying the backs of Alison's legs she didn't even realise they had another visitor.

Haroun, whistling ever-so-faintly, wandered into the Medlab. He was looking for Moira - he'd managed to yet again tear the synthetic skin covering the cybernetics on his left leg. He passed a very uncomfortable-looking Cain, but thought nothing of it. What he got, however, with a vision of absolute loveliness - Madelyn near-collapsed with a case of the giggles, and Alison - dear Allah, was she wearing anything at all? As far as Haroun could tell, she was wearing - spraypaint.

What an interesting development.

The faint whistling was noted but Alison didn't really pay any attention to it, far too busy looking over her shoulder to see how Madelyn was progressing - or at least pretending to be too busy to notice. The stuff really was bonding well, she noted, smiling in satisfaction, and she wasn't worried about being seen like this by anyone. She lifted the heel nearest to the door slowly, flexing her leg, in a discreet attempt to either draw Madelyn's attention to the doorway, or to make her look up. Hey, they were on a roll after all!

"Hmm? Oh..." Madelyn caught the whistling between giggles, and grinned. Another victim, my oh my... Somehow she managed to compose herself just as Haroun stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Haroun. Anything I can help you with? A coat of synthetic silk, perhaps? It's what all the fashionable X-Men are wearing this season..."

Haroun grinned. "Well, I really just wanted to restock the Medkit, but I think I'll just hang out for a while. Seems that this is the place to be today. And I've got enough synthetics going on, I don't think I need more. I spray my skin on, I don't need to spray anything else on." he grinned, leaning against the wall and staring at Alison and Madelyn. "Oh, and Madelyn? I think I'm going to need to arrange a little filtering session later on, if you don't mind."

"You and Nathan aren't already planning getting into another fight already, are you?" Alison grumbled, twisting further to check on Madelyn's progress, not prying into what the whole filtering thing was about. Yep, she was nearly done with the legs and heading higher - Alison shifted, to make things easier for Madelyn. "Well, at least you've got the month to heal up first," she continued, expecting that even if it hadn't been planned, it would like happen anyway.

Haroun shook his head, and was apparently completely unable to tear his eyes off of Alison. She was everything he'd imagined she'd be sans clothes, even though, technically, she wasn't sans clothing right now. Allah had blessed him. He was thoroughly convinced. "No, Nathan and I usually don't plan these things ahead of time. They just kind of - happen."

"I really don't want to know, do I?" Madelyn said, rolling her eyes a little. At least neither of them had ended up in the medlab. This time. And judging from the slightly-guilty expression on Nathan's face (which had been rather bruised, now she thought on it) the last time she's seen him, Moira had already read him the riot act. She straightened and began spraying Alison's back, peering over the other woman's shoulder to look at Haroun. Yep, definitely on the bruised and battered side. "Nope, I really don't want to know. And as far as the blood filtering goes, I was going to see if you were up for it soon. Of course, that was before you caught us out here. Now I'd insist." Her tone was matter-of-face, but there was a certain mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No, you don't. You really don't." Alison grumbled, jumping a bit as the spray tickled the back of her neck lightly at one point. "Because, ha! It just kind happens, dont'cha know!" She reached back, both arms over her head and palms resting on the back of her neck, to keep the synthsilk from tickling again. The pinup pose was entirely unwitting this time around, the blonde far too preoccupied with the general silliness of men to remember to taunt anyone on purpose. She grinned a bit, feeling some of the spray on her fingertips. "Neck. Ticklish," Alison informed Madelyn with a low chuckle, waggling her fingers at the woman warningly.

"Something to bear in mind," replied Madelyn with a wicked grin. "In an entirely innocent, not planning anything kind of way." She finished Alison's back and waved her to turn around. She could, of course, move around to Alison's front, but that would a) interrupt Haroun's view, and b) interrupt her view of Haroun's face. Whose veneer was starting to crack, just a little, as Alison's change in position made some very interesting things happen.

Haroun swallowed again. Heavily. This was pure Heavenly torture, no doubt about it. His two favorite women in all the universe, right here, just about acting out one of his more perverted fantasies. Haroun shifted slightly, and raised his hand to his forehead to wipe away a layer of sweat that had just materialized into being there. He fervently, in the privacy of his own mind, cursed his accident, cursed Shaw and Frost, and cursed the cruel twist of fate that gave him all
the desires men are born to with none of the true ways of satisfying them.

"Oh great." Alison turned around obediently, oblivious to the undercurrents in the room. Shaking her head, she glared half-heartedly at Madelyn. "I spend over a year managing to keep the one ticklish spot I have from the entire mansion and then I rat myself out for no good reason." She was, she had no doubt, very much doomed. Maybe it was because the second layer was finally settling in, but her back seemed just a bit cooler for some reason. She blinked at that, straightening up while cocking her head to the side a bit. Yes. Cooler. Uh oh. "Houston, we have a problem," she murmured, eyes widening. "Um. I may need help here. I think the batch isn't up to specs." A careful pause. "The silk is melting?"

"Crap, I think you're right. Must be the second coat interacting with the first..." Madelyn put down the can she was holding, and turned for the isolation lab. "I'll just grab you a sheet. Two seconds."

Haroun leaned up against the wall to watch, a big grin on his face. Blood-filtering? Definitely a necessity. But you couldn't have torn him away from that spot, or wiped that grin away from his face, even if you shot him.

Right. Turning around would be good, which is what Alison did. A peek over her shoulder revealed that yes, the silk was definitely dissolving - most of her upper back was bare at this point. With a faint grown of amusement she pressed both hands to the front of her shoulders, making sure to hold up the silk which hadn't been double layered yet. Catching the wide smile on Haroun's face, she resisted the urge to call out to Madelyn to hurry up and instead, gave in to another kind of temptation - evil was just too easy, really. She took a careful step back to lean on the bed once more and then twisted her upper body just so under pretext of looking towards the isolation lab. And pretended not to notice the faint tearing sound.

From the isolation room (not the one with Mao in it, obviously. They had two), Madelyn could see Alison patently posing, and saw the synthsilk tear a little along her side. Oh, she was indeed the Devil Woman. The doctor decided she'd take her time coming back with the sheet. And possibly prep the blood filtering equipment.

Haroun wanted to go into that iso-room and .... do things he wasn't equipped for doing. He couldn't keep still, which was always a really, really bad sign with him. To give the urge an outlet, he started tapping his foot against the floor. He couldn't stop staring, but instead of the "hey I'm interested and I want you badly" stare, it was more of the flat stare between predator and prey. "Umm, Maddy?" he called out, unwilling to tear his eyes away from Alison. "Remember that appointment we had for this afternoon? Any chance you could fit me in, like, now?" he said, growling the last word.

Oh crap. Madelyn caught the growl, and realised that perhaps things had been pushed a tad too far. She came out of the isolation room with a sheet and tossed it over Alison, interrupting her in mid-preen. "I'll just set up the equipment and we're good to go," she said even as she headed out the door to the room where they kept Haroun's filtering equipment set up.

The sheet was caught one-handedly, Alison busy keeping up silk in a far more urgent way now, and then neatly wrapped around her body. The urgency in Madelyn's voice wasn't entirely lost on her nor the fact that the game was clearly over so she simply made sure that everything was secure, giving herself enough freedom to move as she headed towards the isolation room she'd left her clothes in.

Haroun, nostrils flared, followed Madelyn into the room where they blood-filter was kept. He tried not to notice the sway of her body, but in the state of mind he was in even _Sarah_ would have looked good to him. He threw himself into the chair even before Madelyn could finish setting everything up. "Do it." he growled. "I don't want her to see me like this."

"Easy, Haroun. I just need a little longer to get the settings right..." Madelyn attached the appropriate tubes to certain parts of his hardware, careful to keep her movements slow and non-threatening, her voice calm. "Nearly there..." Inwardly she was berating herself for what had been extremely poor judgement. She should have gotten Alison out of sight as soon as the silk started melting. Possibly before. When this was over she was going to sit down and have a long chat with Moira about just where her professional brain had gone.

Haroun did his absolute best to sit still, to let the filtering work its magic. "Sorry." he said, in the closest he could come to an apologetic tone. "Too much." he said with a grimace. "Want too much,
feel too much. Dammit!" His fists clenched, his knuckles turning white from the force of it. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to force himself to relax, to let the machine do its thing to restore sanity to him.

Firing up the machine, Madelyn came around so he could see her, careful not to touch him since the last thing he needed right now was more stimulation. "I should apologise, Haroun. For pushing your limits, especially when I know how you feel about Alison," she said quietly. "A few more minutes and you should be at levels where you can think again."

Haroun closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. In and out, nice and slow. Calm the mind, bring the body under control. As soon as the filtering took effect enough to allow him coherent thought, he turned to Madelyn and smiled. "Thank you." he told her with as much of a smile as he could muster.

There was a faint known at the doorway to the room, Alison leaning on the doorframe, facing away from them. "Hey…" And for a moment she had not the least idea what to say - clearly something was up. "I put the samples in your office, Madelyn." Another pause and how long had it been since she'd last been tongue-tied, of all things? "Everything ok?"

Haroun heard Alison's voice, and smiled at the sound of it. "Just taking a little break" he said, as his blood circulated through the filtering device. "Nothing to worry about. You are, you know, a truly evil woman." he said with a grin.

That didn't sound so bad. And he sounded cheerful - that was good, she decided, relaxing against the doorframe and smiling absently at the medlab.  "Well... you know what they say. It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it." She added a dramatic woe is me pose to that, lifting the arm he could see and pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.

"Drama queen," Madelyn murmured. "I should go check on Cain's cat - you're not going anywhere for the next fifteen minutes at least. Mind if I leave you with Alison for company?" Madelyn didn't know what Haroun had and hadn't told Alison about the issues with his cybernetics, and it sure as hell wasn't up to her to do that, so she was as tactfully as possible giving him the room to do that. If he wanted. Besides, Mao would be shredding the sheets in the other isolab by now.

"No, be my guest." Haroun said with a smile. "I don't have much on my plate today." he added by way of explanation. To Alison, he smiled again. "Bet this is fairly weird from your point of view." he said, gesturing with his free hand to the equipment he was currently strapped to. "But there's a very logical reason for it, I assure you."

She started to turn, to look inside, his words after all being a clear way of saying that she could, but her pager chose that moment to ring however. Alison frowned slightly at the message scrolling on it before pushing away from the doorframe. "I'm sorry, have to go..." she murmured distractedly. The message might mean anything from Miles needing some help with something to the fact that that the kitchen had been blown up by accident (it was always an accident) and the latter wasn't a comfort in the least. "Miles just got up to some trouble I think. Rain check on that explanation?" She didn't even turn once as she left, calling out a farewell to Madelyn on her way out and wincing a bit as a new message appeared on the pager.