[ We find Some Of Our Heros in the spacious kitchen of the x-mansion for lunch! Funny how meals bring everyone together on times like these. ] [ They're probably just arriving, except for Eric, who doubtless got an early start. The refrigerator and pantries are still full of food, despite the earnest efforts of our munching mutie. ] [ Seriously, they are. ] (Damn you Yu. <.<) ( Good gawddess. ) ( That's a LOT of food. ) ( Must be ALIEN TECHNOLOGY. ) (ALIEN TECHNOLOGY!) ( Eric vs Food Replicator. Round 1, FIGHT! ) [ But meals give an opportunity for teenagers to get together and talk, and possibly plot great things. Or not-so-great things. Let's see what happens! ] [ Session Start! ] (Back just in time!) (What time of the year is it?) ( Middle of...fall, I'll say. ) (Hokay.) * Harry is sitting there, all slender and blonde haired with green eyes, and doing a fair job of eating, considering who he's up against, which is to say, the human garbage disposal. Lots of fruits and veggies, though, less meats. (And Harry and Eric eat forever, end mini!) * Alex walks into the kitchen, still kinda pale from his little problem earlier. He gapes a little at Eric, then tries to hide his surprise. * Eric is eating food. The more calories, the better. In paricular, right now he's eating a grilled 3 lb. steak smouthered in mashed potatoes, as well as a large bowl of clam chowder and some mozza sticks which, for convenient purposes, have already been decimated. ( ...three POUNDS? ) ( Jesus christ, dude. ) (What?) * Alex gives up trying to hide it and just gapes. "How in the world can you store that much food?" * Harry looks up, and mumbles, "Hey." Then goes back to eating his orange. And apple. And another orange. And... * Eric shrugs and smiles back. "Special power?" * Max wanders into the kitchen, wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, hood up, and hands thrust into the pocket. Standard blue jeans accompany, and sandals (with socks, what a dork). Under the hood you can see glasses, but that's about it. That's... it's like you've got a black hole in your stomach or something. You must eat at least your own weight every day! ( 3 pound steak. n_n ) * Harry looks up again, and blinks. "Hey, someone new." He peels a banana idly and watches Max, because Max is more interesting than the not-so-human food destroyer. * Alex blinks. "New? Where?" * Max blinks at Eric's display, but manages to not actually say anything. He meanders over to the food stores, selects a raw eggplant, some tuna casserole, and a can of creamed corn, which he opens and then brings back over to where everyone seems congregated. "Hi. Mind if I sit down?" * Eric cuts off a good portion of the steak and chomps through it, swallowing. "I guess that's about the idea. Eh... yeah." * Alex apparently decides not to think about it. Is it always this dead here? ( *looks at schematics for the x-mansion* ...holy geeze. ) Um... speak for yourself. I like the peace. * Harry gets up and goes over to the fridge to dig. (... ;_;) Yeah, peace and quiet is good and all, but it's kinda not what I expected. * Max shrugs and sits down next to the place Harry vacated anyhow. * Eric hmms and eats the potatoes he made, washing all the food down with clam chowder of all things. "So, what's goin' on, eh?" Nothing. That's the problem. There's only so much working out you can do without people willing to do it. And I'm really not sure about that whole danger room thing. It seems too... combat oriented for me. * Max bites into the raw eggplant like an apple. He seems to be enjoying it, at least, as much as you can tell with the hood up. Well, what'cha wanna do then? Wanna get someone ta play some music for ya? * Alex pales. "No. No, that's not a good idea. * Eric grins. "Okay, then what?" Dunno. What is there to do around here? * Max 's hands suddenly turn a nice bright shade of green, but he doesn't stop eating the eggplant. * Eric shrugs. "Pretty much anythin'. We got an SNES, the danger room can be rigged for sports if ya want, they got a library too, and a small airport and boatin' facilities too." * Eric smirks and looks over at Max. "So, what're you here for?" * Harry comes out of the depths of the fridge with two-armsfull of fruit and veggies and cheese and stuff. Well, except that his arms don't look much like arms at the moment, more like a fleshy scoop. * Max stops eating. "Me? Well, uh... I'm a mutant." He sounds rather bewildered. * Alex frowns and snags an apple out of the fridge, chopping bits off with a small knife, slowly whittling the fruit down. We're all mutants. Isn't that sort of the point? ... Duh? Like, um, what's your name and what do ya do? You're supposed to introduce yourself first, Eric. * Alex offers his hand to Max. "I'm Alex Wilke." * Harry sits down with his armfull of fruit and whews slightly, having not lost any of his fruit. ... oh. Yeah, yeah. I'm Eric Vallejo, and I can make stuff appear out of nowhere and blow stuff up. * Max puts down his eggplant and politely shakes Alex's hand with his own green one. "Max Novello." And, um... Speaking of which, I could go for some cheesecake. * Eric gets up and walks over to one of the large fridges and starts going through the foodstuffs in search of fattening desert items. * Eric whistles while he does this, too. * Max reaches up and pulls down his hood, revealing a rather nondescript face with blue eyes, spiky black hair, and silver glasses, but most notably his skin is green. I kind of work with plants. Sort of. * Harry 's arms meldish back into actual arms and looks over at Max. "M'Harry, Max." He stuffs a celery clump in his mouth and chews it... slowly, upon seeing the greeness. (GREEN THUMB!) I see. A green thumb wasn't enough for you? Eh, that's cool. Do ya gotta get beat up before you can do that? * Harry rolls his eyes, and says around his celery, "He doesn't look all that beat up, Eric." Ah ha! I knew they had some of that left! * Eric takes out some Eli's Turtle Cheesecake and *thunks* it on the table. There's 5 slices left. * Max rolls one of the eggplant seeds into the middle of the table and looks at it. It proceeds to sprout, grow, and then produce a new eggplant, which he plucks and begins eating. "No. But I turn green. I'd rather get beat up." [ The cheesecake prepares for battle. ] Sounds safer than gettin' beat up. * Eric pulls a fork and knife out of nowhere and starts idly eating the cheescake. All of it. * Max pauses slightly. "... not really." * Harry is half-way through chewing his celery when he starts up a coughing fit. He takes that as a sign to pull out the celery, and does so. Definitely safer. Though Daegal does have safeguards built in. [ The ranks of the cheesecake are swiftly decimated. Their losses are staggering. ] Hey Harry. Ya really should see Hank about that cough. I bet he's got somethin' that could help. * Harry looks over at Eric, slayer of cheesecake. "Uh... thanks, but I'd just get sick later instead." Another light cough, then he starts in on the celery again. * Max digs into the tuna casserole. "W...what do you two do?" He glances at Harry and Alex. * Alex pales. Nothing important. * Eric is the destroyer of cheesecake. His knife and fork vanish right when he's done eating. "Ya know, the more you try and hide yer power, the more people are gonna ask." It's embarrassing. Even for me. No, I can um understand. I try to hide mine. * Harry chuckles a little, "Yeah, let him 'lone. I mean, it's not like not using powers will get us killed or nothing." A slight smirk at that, then he shakes his head. * Eric makes a basketball and passes it to Harry. "Ball's in your court then." * Harry 's eyes widen and he catches the basketball in one hand. If 'a big round thing that looks nothing like a hand but is probably real good at catching basketballs' is a hand. He frowns at Eric, then takes the ball with both hands (normal again). * Harry smiles nervously over at Max. "Uh. I do that. And other shapeshifty things." Yeah. Like turning into a mirror image of you. * Harry ahems, and says, "Um. Yes. Like that." He got one of the GOOD powers. * Harry puts the basketball on the table and eats an apple, instead. Because basketballs taste like rubber. * Eric snickers and waves, the basketball bouncing over and by his feet, where it poofs. "I dunno. I'm thinkin' your power could be pretty kickass if ya can control it." As opposed to, say, Daegal, who is super strong, and super tough. Yeah, well, I _can't_ control it. Except in that I can control what I hear. And you saw how well THAT works. * Harry mumbles, "It's not all that good anyway." Are you kidding? You've got one of the best powers ever, man. * Eric rolls his eyes. "Eh, ya know what you guys have? Confidence issues." Hey, you weren't... * Alex clams up real damn fast. I wasn't what? Nothing. * Alex glares at Eric. * Max 's eyes grow wide at Harry. "Oh, hey, wow... can you um change colors?" * Harry nods. "Yeah... and it's not bad, Eric, but... I mean, looking different isn't all cool things and sci fi books." (I'm having trouble parsing that.) (Well, responding to Max, and then responding to Eric. ^_^;) ( "cool things and sci fi books" = "shits and giggles" ) (Ooooh.) * Harry 's skin and hair start to pale a little as he picks up another piece of fruit and gnaw upon it. Yeah, but it's definetly one of the cooler things I've seen. I mean, all Hank's got is full-body blue hair, opposable thumbs on his feet, and a bit of superstrength. And being one of the smartest men on the planet. Don't forget that. Yeah, but that's not a power. * Yu-Mei is now known as YuBGon The whole opposable thumbs on your feet is kinda nifty, too. Um, Mr. Hank was rather nice to me. I think his powers are perfectly fine. * Harry says around a half-eaten banana, "Yeah, he doesn't seem like a bad guy, either." His skin's paled quite significantly now, and he frowns as he noticed it and suddenly he's got black hair and more asian skin, although not features. Oh, he's really cool. * Alex yawns and leans against one wall. * Max begins drinking the creamed corn. * Eric hmmms and cleans up after himself. How uh long have you guys been here? I got here last night. Eh, a while now. * Harry is still eating all his fruits and vegitables and mumbles, "Yeah, only a little bit for me too." * Max looks at Eric. "Do you like it?" Yeah, it's cool. Danger room's cool, I like pickin' my own classes, and it's helluva lot better than goin' ta high school. * Alex shudders. "High school. My tutor was MUCH better than high school. I haven't been to classes here yet, though, so I can't compare." As long as there aren't trash cans. At least, not ones I can be fitted inside. What, don't tell me you all got picked on too. * Max frowns. "I turn green every time I talk to a plant. I ... got picked on a lot." * Harry frowns heavily and says, "Well, doesn't everyone?" What me? Of course not. (Yay, once again prejudice unites the underclasses.... or not.) I was one of the most popular kids at school, actually. Lucky y-you. * Eric chuckles. "Eh, I did until I took out one of the members of the hockey team. They, eh... tended to stay away from me after that." I probably picked on you guys. Or someone like you, in fact. * Harry mutters something under his breath. W-what was I going to do? Summon a giant v-virginia creeper? * Eric grins. "'course, the fact that my sis was popular didn't hurt." That might've gotten you a lot of friends, actually. * Alex smiles winningly at Max. He looks like he should be on the front of GQ. Or celebrating another win for his football team. So, you guys play hockey? * Max looks down. "The one time I ever did anything with my powers I got suspended because I broke the school." Nope. Baseball, actually. Football, too. * Harry turns towards Max and whistles. "Wow." Wait, wait. You did what precisely to the school? Hey, ya broke the school? That's pretty cool. Um, um, I grew sequoia in it. A sequoia. You mean, like, the giant trees? * Eric whistles. "That's pretty cool." * Max blushes green (which is odd). "Yeah. Also I um, uh, kindofgrewtwostoriestall." The last bit is said quickly and is rather muttered. I didn't quite hear that. * Harry says slowly, "Yeah, that would break the school. I bet they..." he trails off at speaks-fast-man. Wait, you what now? * Max grits his teeth. "I kind of grew two stories tall." * Alex cracks up. It's not funny! I almost got expelled! * Eric snickers. Ho ho ho... * Harry grins a little. "Well, that doesn't matter much here, does it?" But... but two stories tall! * Alex can't stop laughing. * Harry frowns and says annoyedly, "And what's wrong with two stories tall, huh, music man?" * Max blinks. "Music...?" * Alex sobers up real quick. "Nothing. Nothing at all." * Alex stares levelly at Harry. Hey, you deserved it. Come on, we're all not exactly normal here. * Max blinks and looks at Eric curiously. * Eric whistles a few lines of Smells Like Team Spirit. * Harry suddenly starts up on another coughing fit again. Don't you DARE. * Max blinks again (98). "D-did I miss something?" * Eric grins. "Nothing, nothing." * Alex doesn't take his eyes off Eric. "Nothing important." * Harry 's coughing fit dies down and he shakes his head. "Ow.' ... Okay. Okay! (You know, I've totally forgotten how much the actual public knew about the Xmen. Or how much the kids new. Damn the Xbooks for sucking so bad I stopped reading.) (Never specified, but my character has good reason to know little but the highlights.) * Harry continues eating fruit and mutters, "We should know better than that." Y-you're doing better than most of the kids ... I'd have b-been in a garbage can already otherwise. Hey, I've never done that. * Max looks at Alex. "Or a locker." Eh, Garbage cans here aren't big enough to fit people in 'cuz we don't need'em that big. * Alex looks a tad sheepish. And what's the point of lockers when we live here? I'm just s-saying. We could shove you in the fridge, if that'd help you feel at home. Eric might eat you during one of his hourly binges, though. Um, uh no. I kind of need light. ( *represses the urge to make a joke about the fridge light* ) Oh. Mutant thing? I, uh. Um. Er, I kind of. Uh. Photosynthesize. Do you have to eat normally, then? Or can you get along without it? * Max looks horribly embarrassed. * Alex looks honestly interested. * Harry blinks. "Wow, does that mean you make oxygen too?" * Eric whistles. "That's cool too." Imagine if you could get by on nothing but water and sunlight. The green skin would really hurt, though. * Max points to the creamed corn. "N-nitrates." The tuna. "Omega-3 fatty acids." The eggplant. "I, um. I don't know. Something. I kind of e-eat what feels right." I think that's what everyone should do. * Eric nods. "Like beef!" * Max makes a little smile. "My m-mom said I just needed fertilizer." * Eric makes a face. "Man, that's nasty." Damn. * Harry just eats more stuff. Now he's acctually into the cheese. So much for the miracle mutant diet. That's why I try to g-get it from the source. I don't need much, though. But who um would willingly give up p-pizza? I haven't had a pizza in years. 'za rocks. The thicker, the better. Ugh. You can do that, you've got mutant eating powers. I'd end up looking like something out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. * Harry eyes Alex. "Why can't you eat pizza? It's just a pizza." * Max grows a tomato plant on the table next to the rapidly wilting eggplant. He picks a tomato and bites into it. I'd have to work so hard to get rid of it. Hours and hours of nothing but working out. Oh. * Max gestures at the plant. It kind of does a jig. "I could, um. Make food run from you." No thanks. * Eric snickers. I could make food run at ya. I'd hurt you so bad. Awww, now why would you do that, eh? You might have mutant eating powers, but I've got mutant growing powers. I'd end up like that super-fat guy. * Harry mumbles, "... weird." ( And don't you DARE play "Fat" within his hearing range. -_- ) (Mwehehehe.) (Oh, I had a new idea, ND. Daft Punk - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.) (Always a good song!) Which one? ( Haha. ) * Harry says, "Well, um... I haven't gotten to eat so much food in years, so I feel much better. It's... nice not being hungry." L-lunch money taken? * Harry shakes his head, "Well, uh, no. You sorta have to... be in school to have lunch money." And have parents. * Max blinks. (97!) * Harry shoves a block of cheddar in his mouth, and mumbles, "And stuff." What, you're an orphan? Man, now you're makin' me feel lucky. H-how sad. Where um did you live? * Harry coughs once, then says, "Sorta, yeah." He looks at Max. "Um. All sorta places in the city." He eats the rest of the cheddar. Well eat up then. * Harry shakes his head, and looks at what's left of the food. "No, I think I'm done. I feel sick again." He rubs his stomach. * Max finishes off the tomato, then gestures to the two plants. They turn black and die. Well, we can go work it off. I suppose we've got enough for basketball. * Harry rubs his arms. "Um, I dunno. I'm not exactly the basketball sort." * Eric flips out a basketball. "I dunno, you seemed pretty good at it earlier." * Max pulls up his hood. His hands slowly return to pink. "Nor am er um I." Hey, no powers. * Harry looks nervous. "See?" Relax, man. I can teach ANYBODY. Basketball is easy. I d-don't know.. Never know unless you try. Anybody can play basketball. Really? I thought it took coordination. Well, it does. But that can be learned. I um was never very good at sports. So? * Alex rolls his eyes. You don't have to be good to have fun. * Harry stands up. "Says the guy who's probably really good at it." Actually, I'm not very good at basketball. * Max stands up and quickly stuffs his hands in his pocket. That's okay. Neither am I. I could show you how ta play Curling. Isn't that one of those strange Canadian sports? * Max perks up. "Really?" Like hockey, only with less contact? * Harry tilts his head to the side slightly, as if confused. I um wouldn't mind curling. It's like.. Eh, Shuffleboard on ice and with brooms. ... I've never heard of it before. And the winning team buys the losing team beer. No. Very no. Um an Olympic sport, I think. The F-finnish do well at it. Yeah they do. * Harry nods. "Well, I missed the olympics last year." He stretches a little. Beer and brooms. I don't think so. What, don't like alcohol? The b-beer is optional. Alcohol's kinda like soda, that way. * Harry chuckles a little. "Uh, Eric? We're not exactly that old here." ... So? Brooms. * Harry hmphs. "Just checking. I don't care." He pauses, then adds, "And Alex doesn't want to play anyway. Um." Just... not happening. Especially not a game that combines shuffleboard and brooms. Eh, what? Not 'cool' enough for ya? Pretty much. that, and shuffleboard's not the most active of games. Um, I guess b-basketball it is, then. * Eric nods and walks out to one of the basketball courts that are undoubtably here, dribbling a basketball as he does so. "Com'on then." * Max follows along, hands in pocket. Let's go. * Harry walks outside, and his skin actually darkens a little, making him look more african than asian. [END SESSION]