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Marie-Ange waved her spoon in Doug's direction. "So why a cypher? You are.. so not a secretive guy, I think."

"He's secretive enough to nab all my mp3s," Jamie says, shooting Doug a mock glare as he gets out bowls.

"He did what?" Kitty askes, looking confused

Doug shrugs. "It's just that I'm good with codes and puzzles and stuff like that. A friend in junior high gave me the nickname, and it stuck. So I started using it in chat rooms and computer games and stuff."

"Replaced all my mp3s with stuff like Barney, the Teletubbies, Pokemon . . . you didn't see my post about it? I was hoping you'd help find where he hid them if bribed."

Marie-Ange nods. "So it is a talent name, not a personality name. That makes sense..."

"Yeah. I tend to be pretty much an open book in terms of personality." He very carefully avoids looking at Paige.

"Even if you are a sneaky mp3 guy..." Marie-Ange smiles at Doug.

"Er... no, I haven't had time to log on this evening, so I didn't see it. And man, Doug, you don't touch somebody's MP3s... 'course I'll help you find them again," she adds, shooting Doug a Look.

Marie-Ange grins at Kitty. "Doug is an evil supervillian. Cypher The Terrible. He replaced them with Barney."

Doug looks up and grins. "Don't forget the bad quality anime theme songs..."

Kitty grimaces "That's just cruel."

Haroun is ignoring the strange Americans, and the strange French girl, because He Has A Mission. It clearly has something to do with the refridgerator, and the empty mug in Haroun's hand.

"I'm not forgetting the bad quality anime theme songs." Jamie gives Kitty a quick kiss. "Thanks. And I already have my next prank planned, so don't worry, vengeance will be mine."

"Yes. Bad anime and bad singing, and Celine Dion, who is bad even if she is French-Canadian. Still bad." Marie-Ange shakes her head sadly.

Kitty nods. "Very bad."

Rahne had been about to go for something in the refrigerator but hangs back at this point.

"So, Cypher the Terrible..." Marie-Ange says, between bites of ice cream. "Are you working with Doctor Mimeograph, or are you supervillans who don't like each other."

"He's Xerox Boy's arch-foe, apparently." Jamie says, with a grin.

Marie-Ange grins back. "So he is Doctor Mimeograph's minion, or no?"

Haroun opens the fridge, and grins despite himself as he discovers his plunder - the last of Logan's beers. Too bad he's not here to defend them from the Extremely Bad Muslim.

Doug harrumphs and strikes an overly grandiose pose. "I am no man's lackey!"

"At least you have a cool codename if you ever want to be a superhero diplomat though..." Marie-Ange says thoughtfully.

Jamie eyes his ice cream thoughtfully. "Oh, you're such a Legionary of Doom. Pass the chocolate sauce?"

Kitty raised her eyebrow. "Well, I could see Cypher working with Mimeograph. I mean, afterall he's clearly waring against Faxman."

Doug shrugs. "But there's always Universal Translator Boy. Besides, I'm not really cut out to be an archvillain."

Haroun quirks an eyebrow. "I take it you're not discussing moving to Latveria, then?"

Rahne wrinkles her nose very slightly at the beer and fishes a jar out of the back that smells strongly of cinnamon when she takes the lid off to heat it. "Should he be?"

Marie-Ange smiles. "Ooh. Latveria. They make really good chocolate."

"Well, Doom's got some interesting governing strategies, but Latveria's not exactly what I'd call a really happenin' place to be, if you catch my drift." Haroun shakes his head.

Kitty frowns. "Doom? As in, Doctor? Oh... right." Looking puzzled she turns back to her ice cream.

Haroun takes a deep swallow of his heathen American toxin of choice. "That would be him, yes."

Marie-Ange shrugs. "He did not want to join the European Union. It was on the news a while back. He is a strange man.. very, very odd. "

Haroun nods at Marie-Ange. "Well, that's not surprising. Doom's not one for allowing people who aren't Doom to have any say in how he runs his country."

"Well, anybody'd be weird growing up with a name like Doom. Unless that's like Prince." Jamie grins. "Maybe in a few years he'll be The Dictator Formerly Known As."

"Or the Fantastic Four will just send his iron-clad butt packing. Again." says Haroun, around a mouthfull of beer that he's really not supposed to be having.

Kitty gigles at Jamie. "Now there's an idea. Think we can get Magneto to try it?"

Marie-Ange laughs. "I think Prince just wants to be a mutant superhero in leather. Him, and Madonna and ... well, really just those."

"Wait, you mean Madonna's NOT a mutant?" Kitty asks, grinning.

Jamie grins back at his girlfriend. "I'm pretty sure she's not. Cher is, though."

Haroun just smiles blankly. Pop culture was never his specialty.

Kitty laughs. "Oh, that'd make sense. Michael Jackson's clearly a shapeshifter."

"No he's not. If he was a shapeshifter he wouldn't stay looking like a horrible accident in a rubber factory." Jamie shakes his head.

"Shapeshifter with bad taste?"
"That could work."

Marie-Ange kicks an obviously distracted Doug in the ankle. "There is no staring off into space when ice cream is melting!"

Haroun, making a fatal mistake, asks "Who's Michael Jackson?"

Rahne settles down on the floor with vanilla ice cream melting comfortably cinnamon-apple. "After that description, I wasna asking...."

Doug shakes his head and looks at Marie-Ange. "Um, ow?"

"Er... bad, bad, bad singer who's been around forever." Kitty shrugs. "No one really knows how or why he became popular, he just was."

Haroun takes another drink of beer. "No, wait, I do remember him. African man, former child star?"

Jamie nods. "That's the guy. Sort of looks like his sister now. Well, or Voldemort. Or like his nose rotted off. Take your pick."

"Yep, that's him. Hard to tell he's of African descent anymore though." Kitty says, nearly simultaneously.

Marie-Ange looks over at Doug. "Yes, ow. You were staring at your ice cream. Is it talking to you?"

Haroun nods. "He is HUGE in Marrakesh. I didn't put the two together - back home, they show him as a boy with his brothers."

Doug frowns slightly. "No. But if it was, I could probably understand it..."

Marie-Ange brightens. "So, if Doug is Cypher, and Jamie is Xerox Boy.. .. what does that make the rest of us?"

"Xerox Boy?"

"Well, Hasslehoff is a huge star in Germany, so there's no accounting." Jamie grins at Marie-Ange. "You think they'd let me keep Xerox Boy if I signed up for the X-Men?"

"It's a joke he and Ev came up with. He makes copies of himself, so Xerox Boy." Kitty smiles.

"I think Ms. Munroe wouldna like it. Maybe Mr. Summers...." Ranhe says, frowning a bit.

Marie-Ange nods. "Maybe. It is better than anything else I can think of. But.. you would not really be a boy then.. so.. Xerox Guy?"

"Hey, I think it works. Cyclops, Storm, and Xerox Boy." Jamie grins widely.

Haroun ahs. "That might work - although the company might not like it. I remember when the Hellions were given their own names..."

Kitty wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, no."

Doug chuckles. "I'm with Rahne. I think Ms. Munroe would have a conniption if you seriously suggested calling yourself Xerox Boy."

"I think she'd have one if she knew wee Annie'd offered me dog food the other day." Rahne shakes her head.

"That wouldn't stop me." Jamie blinks at Haroun. "Those were Ms. Frost's old students, right? You guys all had your mutanty names?"

Haroun grins. "We sure did. We were good at getting in trouble, hence why we were called Hellions. And we each got our own name."

"Wonder what sort of fit Storm and them would throw if they knew we were sitting around talking about all this?" Kitty asks, staring at her bowl.

Rahne frowns. "Are we no supposed to?"

"Who cares, really?" Haroun looks pointedly at the teens.

"Maybe they came up with their names the same way? Or did Professor Xaiver just give them names he came up with?" Marie-Ange pauses. "Maybe he has ones for us already, just in case?"

Kitty shrugs. "I don't know if we're supposed to, it's just something Dr. Essex was always on about, how this is practically 'a paramilatry training camp'." Her immitation of Essex's manner is frighteningly accurate.

Haroun grins at Rahne. "Yes, but did you _accept_ the gift from Annie?"

Doug chuckles. "Nah, I see this place as a bit more like Hogwarts. I can even picture Ms. Munroe as Professor McGonagall."

Doug does his best impression of Storm. "Five points from Gryffindor, Mr. Ramsey."

Rahne looks up and laughs sheepishly. "Ah... a wee bit. It dinna taste as bad as I expected."

Jamie snorts. "Right, because we all go through boot camp, and they beat us with rubber hoses if we don't." He hugs Kitty. "Doesn't come out of his lab enough, remember?"

Kitty laughs at Doug. "So you'd be in Gryffindor, would you?"

Marie-Ange chokes on her icecream. Once for Doug's impression of Storm, and once immeditly following for Rahne's comment regarding dog food.

"Yeah," Kitty says quietly, leaning against Jamie.

Doug looks at Kitty. "I dunno if I've got enough courage to be a Gryff, even though it'd be nice. I'm probably more of a Ravenclaw."

Haroun tips his beer-bottle towards Rahne. "Good for you." Growing more serious, he muses for a moment. "Speaking as someone who actually _was_ living the paramilitary life - trust me, enjoy the school while you have it."

Kitty nods. "Yeah, I think we're trying to."

"Kitty, on the other hand, _is_ Hermione. Without the elf hats." Jamie nods to Haroun. "My grandpa used to tell stories about actual army life, and even allowing for watering it down because I was eight, Essex is full of it."

Once recovered, Marie-Ange looks Doug over. "You are a Gryffindor like Neville, not like Harry. Even if you can maybe talk to snakes." she pauses. "Can you talk to snakes?"

"See, that's the weird thing. He kind of is, and kind of isn't. You'll have to admit there's some really disturbing sh ... stuff that goes down around here." Haroun shakes his head.

Kitty scowls suddenly. "He's not 'full of it'. He's... exactly."

Doug blinks at Marie-Ange. "I dunno. Maybe I could if I tried. Note to self: watch Chamber of Secrets again."

Jamie shrugs. "Point, I guess. But we' re not the Professor's personal mutant army or anything, is all I'm saying."

"Are you sure?" is all Haroun says.

Kitty moves away from the counter, and Jamie, heading towards the fridge. "All Dr. Essex ever wanted was that we actually think about what they do here."

Marie-Ange quirks her head. "We aren't an army, but.. I think sometimes that Professor Xaiver is preparing us to be safe if things go badly. Why else would he have escape plans already made?"

Rahne glances thoughtfully up at Haroun and then over to Marie-Ange. "Well. Things have before, I hear."

"We spend an _awful_ lot of time learning how to Blow Stuff Up if all we're supposed to be doing is learning how to not hurt ourselves or others. A lesson, I'm sorry to say, _some_ folks around here are fighting." Haroun nods in the direction of the infirmary.

"Hey, what is this "we"?" Marie-Ange pokes her spoon in the air at Haroun. "You aren't in classes."

"Not any more, my little French weirdo. But I've already been through the routine." he admits readily, before taking another deep swallow of beer.

Jamie frowns. "Yeah, well, I didn't need him to tell me to think about it. And nobody's forcing us to join the X-Men, nobody's saying we can't just pack up and leave if we want. So I think he's wrong about this being paramilitary day camp."

Marie-Ange snorts. "I am _not_ a weirdo. Whatever a weirdo is."

Doug sits quietly and watches the byplay, thinking about various things.

Haroun shrugs. "Are you forgetting one small detail? Xavier's quite possibly the strongest mutant mind on the _planet_. Free Will's an academic concept around telepaths anyway."

"Some of us can't pack up and leave. Angelo wouldn't have anywhere else to go, Bobby's parents are... you know. Some of us are captive audiences." Kitty frowns.

Marie-Ange shakes her head. "Professor Xaiver wouldn't make us stay. If he wanted us to be soldiers, we would be soldiers already. He would have made us want to be X-men and want to fight; she trails off, looking thoughtfully in the direction of the classrooms.

Doug waves a hand quietly. "Fairly captive audience right here."

Haroun grins savagely. "And some of us already want to take the fight to the streets. If I had a tenth of what's just here alone, the things I could do..."

Kitty nods. "And Lorna's in the same boat as you Doug."

"I do not want to think we are the Junior X-men in training..." Marie-Ange frowns. "But.. here we are talking about codenames over icecream.."

"I'm no X-man, nor will I ever be one. But that's OK, the X-Men work in America, I work in Morocco."

Jamie shrugs. "All else fails, my mom wouldn't even blink at a dozen mutants showing up at the farm, she'd just send me for the extra plates. I just . . . I don't want to fight about it. But I think we're as free as we can be to decide what we want."

Haroun stares at Madrox. "Until they come for you in the night. Something I'm sure Kitty here is familiar with. Right, Kitty?"

Kitty nods. "As long as we _are_ deciding. I mean, Dr. Essex had a point. Before talking with him I'd never even have thought of not joining if they'd have me." She blushes suddenly at Haroun's comment, looking at the ground.

Rahne blinks at Kitty in surprise. "I never thought of joining at all until people started talking about it."

"I really do not think that Professior Xaiver would keep us here if we wanted to go home, and it was safe. And I am not going to be an X-man. I do not want to fight anyone. Not today, and not in a month, and not in a year." Marie-Ange frowns. "I .. think am going to go back to making fun of Doug's silly name. It is easier."

Doug looks at the table. "I...know I am an idealist, but it just seems to me like there should be a better way than constant fighting."

Jamie returns Haroun's stare levelly. "Then I fight them. But I'd rather see if I can make it so that doesn't happen in the first place."

Haroun wasn't staring at Jamie, but he turns to look at the farm boy impassively. "That's nice. Maybe you'll even be successful. But until then, I'll keep fighting."

Without a word Kitty moves towards the sink and starts rinising out her bowl, half a serving of ice cream heading down the drain without her noticing.

Marie-Ange sighs quietly. "We are too serious. People should not be this serious with ice cream around. I think it is a rule, in your constitution."

Jamie dumps his last spoonful of ice cream down the back of Marie-Ange's neck as he goes over to the sink next to Kitty.

Doug glances kind of worriedly over at Kitty and hopes everything is okay.

Haroun grins suddenly. "Ah, but I am sinning, not eating icecream. I am _allowed_ to pontificate around the children."

Marie-Ange suddenly screams and grabs at her neck. "Jamie, je vais vous tuer !"

Kitty starts, spinning around and accidentally splashing water _everywhere_. "WHAT?"

"I hope that means 'Jamie, thank you for not being serious with ice cream,'" he starts, then gets a faceful of water. "Er, sorry, Kitty."

"Jamie put something cold on my neck! Ooooh, you are going to be so dead..." Marie-Ange glares at Jamie, and reaches for her spoon.

Doug chuckles quietly. "Keep dreaming, roomie."

She shakes and steps back, going to put her hand on the counter, but instead goes through it. "Oh damn..."

Haroun sputters as he gets splashed, then says something distinctly annoyed in Arabic

Jamie blinks at Kitty. "I really didn't mean to startle you or anything . . ." he says uncomfortably.

Doug smiles wanly. "Five demerits to everyone who just swore." He looks at Haroun.

"No, not you," Kitty answeres and steps away from the counter, phasing back in. "The scream..."

Haroun looks at Kitty with some surprise. "So that's your gig." he says quietly, to himself. To Doug, he merely does something quintessentially American - he gives the boy the finger.

"Oh. . . . Again?" Jamie takes her hand as soon as he's reasonably sure she's phased in, and gives it a comforting squeeze. "Tell me how I can help."

Doug shakes his head. "Five more demerits," he says in flawless Arabic, smiling a bit more.

Kitty blushes, looking down. "I don't know. It's not happened in a while, I think I just wasn't paying attention."

Haroun blinks. Repeatedly. "Where did you learn Arabic?" he asks Doug.

Doug chuckles. "I didn't."

Jamie slips his arm around Kitty's waist and concentrates on being warm. Then he grins at Haroun. "Doug speaks everything."

Haroun swears evocatively in Arabic, then says "That's ... impressive. Could have used you when Sharon was in bad moods..."

Marie-Ange finishes wiping the back of her neck off with a napkin, and stands. "I am sorry for startling you, Kitty. .." She takes her bowl and spoon to the sink, and rinses them off...

Doug looks at Haroun carefully, filing a mental note to worry about Kitty in the back of his mind. "Sharon?"

Haroun nods. "An old friend of ours. Felinoid like Rahne is canine. Had a tendency to meow a lot when annoyed."

On the way back to her seat, Marie-Ange flashes a small quick grin in Doug's direction, and then rapidy stuffs the now sticky napkin down the back of Jamie's jeans. "La vengeance est douce, non ?"

Doug smiles toothily at Marie-Ange. "Certainment."

Jamie stiffens, but manages not to yelp, and grins at Marie-Ange as he fishes it out. "Now that's gonna drip down and make my shorts ride up. Nice work."

Kitty raises and eyebrow and glances at Marie-Ange. "What on earth?"

Marie-Ange sits and attempts to muffle her giggling by covering her face with her hands.

"It's like Doug and the mp3s. Now we're even. Her neck is sticky and I've got damp underwear." Jamie grins. "Nothing to worry about unless she was trying to grope me or something."

The eyebrow goes even farther up... "Groping... damp underwear... Jamie..."

Marie-Ange gives up any sense of composure, and collapses onto the table, laughter audible through her folded arms.

Haroun manages to look vaguely disapproving while grinning. A neat trick if you can manage it.

Jamie blinks, visibly rewinds his last sentence in his head, and his ears go red. "Okay, _that_ sounded a lot less bad in my head. She stuffed a wet napkin in the back of my pants, that's all."

Doug chuckles drily as he stares off into an intermediate distance.

Kitty can't help it and begins giggling. "You know, that doesn't actually sound all that much better."

"Not my fault. That's what she did." Jamie looks around for a change of subject, and finds it, lobbing a sponge at Doug. "Wake up, man."

Haroun finishes off his beer and lobs the empty expertly into the recycling trash can.

Doug catches the sponge and zings it back on a return course. "I _am_ awake," he responds just a little crankily.

Marie-Ange recovers, and watches the sponge volley with an amused look on her face.

Jamie ducks. "Well, you could at least laugh properly when I make an idiot out of myself. I don't deliver lines like that every day. I take Wednesdays off."

Kitty smiles. "Good thing it's Friday then, huh?"

Jamie returns the smile. "Yeah, otherwise I'd get in trouble with the union."

"I think Doug is listening to see if the ice cream is talking to him." Marie-Ange points at Doug's bowl.

Doug waves a hand dismissively and tries to dial down the cranky.

Haroun looks at Doug, and in a near-perfect impression of Uncle Owen, says "Do you speak binary?"

Kitty laughs. "Binary's not _that_ hard..."

Doug does his best to affect the stilted speech patterns of C3PO. "I am fluent in over three billion forms of communication."

Haroun grins at Doug. "And here I thought it was like a second language to you..."

Jamie whistles and beeps in an uncanny R2D2 impression.

Doug chuckles. "More like seven hundred and fiftieth."

Marie-Ange blinks. "You counted seven hundred and fifty so far?"

Haroun turns to Kitty and smiles. "You've heard the joke, right? There are ten types of people in the world - those who understand binary, and those who do not."

Doug makes a drum roll and rimshot noise.

Marie-Ange tilts her head to the side. "I don't understand the joke."

Doug chuckles. "You have to understand the binary number system to get it."

"Ten is two in binary, I know that much." Jamie nods.

Haroun grins. "Ten. One-oh. In binary, it equals two."

"Doug, I don't understand algebra, and that is with the regular number system." Marie-Ange chuckles. "Maybe Doug's X-men name could be Algebra Man."

"That should strike fear into hearts," Rahne says, straight-faced.

Doug snickers. "And Xerox Boy does?"

"Combine the two ideas, and call him the Multiple Man?" Haroun suggests.

Jamie laughs. "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? Xerox Boy!"

Kitty looks thoughtful "Oh, you know, I actually like that one Haroun."

"I could have my very own They Might Be Giants song." Jamie grins.

"Algebra Man strikes fear into my heart, I know that." Marie-Ange nods.

Doug nods at Haroun. "So, when are you going to tell us what they called you?"

Haroun shrugs. "None of you have asked, so I was assuming you didn't really care..."

"Well, I was going to ask, but we got sidetracked. So what was it?" Jamie waves a hand.

Haroun shrugs again. "They called me Jetstream."

Marie-Ange looks thoughtful. "That is not what I would have expected."

Haroun looks at Marie-Ange. "And what were you expecting? Arab Boy?"

"No. That is... insulting. I just did not expect you to have such a gentle sounding codename." She frowns.

Haroun shrugs by way of an apology. "Jetstreams are dangerous things. Ask any pilot."

"I always thought it would be cool to fly. Used to climb the tree in my backyard and pretend." Jamie says, quietly.

Marie-Ange shakes her head. "It does not sound dangerous. A stream in the air..."

Haroun sighs. "That stream of air moves at a few hundred miles an hour, and effects the weather for much of North America."

Marie-Ange nods. "But it seems so harmless. You do not look harmless at all."

Haroun shakes his head at the french girl. "Remind me to get you something insulated so I can take you flying sometime."

Marie-Ange blushes and stares at her feet.

Haroun looks at Marie-Ange, then clears his throat. "Or maybe not. No big deal. But trust me on this, the jetstream is _not_ to be taken lightly."

Rahne, who has missed several of the implications, speaks up. "It sounds as if 'twould be nice... a bit scary maybe, but...."

Haroun looks at Rahne. "I take it you've never flown outside of an airplane before?"

Rahne shakes her head. "No, I never have. Sam offered, but we've not got around to it."

Haroun smiles wistfully. "It's the best feeling in the world. The closest anyone will ever come to total freedom."

"...It does sound lovely." Rahne smiles.

Haroun twists his grin into a mockery. "I paid flesh for my power, I might as well get some enjoyment from it!"

"I've got to admit, I've become very fond of having solid ground under my feet," Kitty says, tapping her shoe against the floor.

Haroun looks at Kitty. "And how is it that when you do what you do you don't wind up at the center of the earth?"

"I think it's because she doesn't want to." Jamie shrugs. "But I dunno, mutant powers are weird."

Sighing, Kitty says, "That's the 'solid' bit. It's not actually the ground that I'm glad is solid, just me. She pauses. "And yeah, it is wierd."

Marie-Ange nods. "None of us make sense. Not a single one. Not even the simple ones like Doctor McCoy make sense if you really think about them."

"Ms. Braddock and I figured out that it's mostly that I go where I want to, and physics be damned." Kitty nods.

"Dr McCoy makes some sense. Altered physiology, as far as I can tell. Mine makes sense - as dysfunctional as it is. It's the weird ones like Marie-Ange or Kitty or Jamie that don't make sense." Haroun shakes his head.

"I do weird things to conservation of matter," Jamie says proudly. "At least when I work."

"I am weird? How am I weird?" Marie-Ange looks confused.

"Conservation of energy, solid state physics, light wave warping. You're wierd all over." Kitty nods.

Marie-Ange frowns at Haroun. "Doctor McCoy said that if his power made sense, he would be eating bananas in a nice warm cage somewhere."

Haroun chuckles. "I have seen Dr McCoy eat bananas."

"Usually in the nice cold basement, though. So it doesn't count." Jamie laughs.

Kitty nods at Jamie. "But can you imagine him letting them put him in a cage? He'd kill somebody."

Haroun shrugs. "We _all_ do unnatural things to the Laws of Conservation of Energy. Part and parcel of what we are."

Marie-Ange frowns a little. "I am not strange. I just make little moving ... somethings. Professor Xaiver said they were" she pauses briefly. "Psionic astral projections. So I am not making matter for real..."

"But they're solid sometimes right, Marie-Ange?" Kitty asks.

Jamie nods. "Faxman was. Just spongy. Which came in handy when he bit me."

"Yes, spongy, like Jamie said. ButI still don't do anything all that spectacular enough to be called strange." Marie-ange answers.

Kitty shakes her head. "You make light _solid_. And not just 'this is a particle and a wave' solid, but actually physical. That's _wierd_. Accept it."

"This might be because you haven't a bloody clue as to what you're doing with your power." Haroun points at Marie-Ange.

Doug waves a hand. "File me under not-a-clue-how-mine-works as well."

Marie-Ange rolls her eyes. "I don't need to know either. I am not Jono, I'm not going to blow up rooms. Exploding people come first."

Jamie nods. "Embrace your weirdness. Join us, and we will rule the galaxy as weird unexplainable physics anomaly!"

Kitty shakes her head. "We all need to know, at least eventually..." She manages to cut herself off before bringing up Essex again though.

Haroun grins. "Flight is such a wonderfully uncomplicated power. I push in one direction, and fly in the opposite."

"Ah, but where does the energy for your flight come from? Or Sam's, for that matter, with his blasting form and all. There's no real explanation for how such massive amounts of power get created." Kitty looks questioningly at Haroun.

Doug glances at Jamie and does a Luke Skywalker impression. "I'll never join you! You're not my father!"

Haroun snorts. "Well, of late it seems that exploding people get sympathy and cookies."

Marie-Ange smiles wrly. "Doug, I thought you were Threepio, not Luke!"

Doug grins.

Kitty manages to stop from saying anything, and instead just tenses up and glares at Haroun.

"I think the Professor figured something out about mine, actually, but he says I need to get them working again." Jamie shrugs.

Doug looks at the interplay between Kitty and Haroun, and sighs to himself.

"It's getting late," Kitty finally says. "I should go back to work." So what if she's two days ahead. She wants out of there.

Doug yawns and looks at his watch. "I should probably be headed for bed as well. Still not quite caught up on sleep after last week. Besides, I haven't been all that great a company." He sighs. "Sorry."

"Want some company?" Jamie asks Kitty.

Marie-Ange nods. "I should probably go as well. I still have that History essay to finish. Ick."

Kitty nods and manages a smile for Jamie. "Yes please."

Doug watches Jamie and Kitty and smiles weakly before wandering off for bed.

Haroun watches everyone else wander off to bed, then meanders upstairs to his own bed.

She leans faintly against Jamie, then heads for the door. "G'night all."

Jamie waves to all and follows Kitty.

Marie-Ange lingers for a few seconds after Jamie and Kitty, and then heads out as well.