X-Men: Alternate Reality

[Josheb]

John Grey woke to the beeping of the alarm clock. He didn't bother opening his eyes, instead he reached out with his mind and felt the alarm clock. Enveloping it with his mind he probed it until he found the off switch. Grasping the off switch he pressed it and sighed. John didn't want to get up for classes, but he knew he had to. Otherwise the professor would send him a mental message and wake him up. Those were never pleasant.

John lifted the covers off with his mind, getting up and simultaneously opening his closet and flying his clothes to him. John had been training with Xavier since he was a boy and while he couldn't lift much more with his mind that he could with his hands, he'd worked hard at doing many things at once. So his shirt put itself on him as he stepped into his pants, both of them buttoning themselves while he flew over a dish and his razor, shaving without a mirror. His tie came next, making a windsor knot as he finished with his face, and it put itself on as he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair.

John was 6' with long red hair he kept in a pony tail. His body was a physical specimen of perfection, built in long sessions in the danger room. The professor was honing them into a fighting team, and John was ready to do his part.

Ready to face the day, and dressed in his school uniform, John went downstairs to the kitchen. He was the first one up again and figured he'd start on breakfast.

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OOC

This is the X-Men universe in an alternate reality. The students are at the mansion, they haven't been on their first mission yet, and for the purposes of the boards, they're all at least 18.

The twist is that the male characters are female in this reality and vice versa. So Jean Grey becomes John Grey. Charles Xavier becomes Charlene Xavier, etc. I can't wait to see what some one does with a female Wolverine. Or multiple man, woohoo!

If you're interested, post a bio here or in the OOC thread.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=21450652#post21450652

 

[Josheb]

bumpity bump bump

 

[Josheb]

One last try

 

[CuriousKatie]

Hmm.
Interesting idea.
Wonder why no one's grabbed on to it.
Looks like fun.

 

[Josheb]

The bacon sizzled as it fried in the pan over the stove. The jiggled and jumped with the boiling grease, then suddenly launched into the air a good five inches above the pan, and dropped back in. A whisk twirled itself through a floating bowl of egg yolks. A knife was chopping up fried sausage, as well as peppers and onions, while steak was being cooked in a seperate pan. A few feet away from all this activity stood John Grey, working on a calaulus problem, apparently paying no attention to the telekinetic higgledy-piggeldy he created.

The smell of breakfast wafted up the stairs, permeating the other dorm rooms.

 

[CuriousKatie]

Renee Éliane LeBeau "Gambit"

Rolling over on her stomach in her bed and burying her head under her pillow, Renee groaned at the sound of her alarm clock, which was making a very decent attempt at cutting her head open with that god forsaken noise! Fumbling blindly, she finally found the offending instrument of pain on her nightstand, and before she knew what she was doing...

POOF!! CRACKLE!! FIZZZZZZZ!!!

The acrid smell of fried circuitry and melted plastic filled her room. Groaning again, Renee propped herself up on her elbows, her hair a jumbled mess, to check out the damage. Her alarm clock, the 14th one since school had started, was in charred pieces on the nightstand. Well, at least the charge she‘d fed it hadn‘t been too big. That was something, at least. Still, she knew that she was going to get an earful from the Prof about this. At the very least a calm and collected "talking to". She flopped back on her bed with a sigh. Damn it!! Just great! She’d just fried her alarm clock, she had a headache that was undoubtedly due to her having a private party with… uh, who had she been with last night? Had it been a guy or a girl? Oh great! She couldn’t even remember! Perfect! She’d probably had the time of her life last night and she had no idea who with! It had to be Monday! Things like this always happened on a Monday!

Throwing off her covers, she got out of bed and stomped into the tiny bathroom she shared with her roommate, who was gone, by the way. Good! More time for her in the shower! She glanced in the mirror and did a double take. What the…?! Was she wearing a pink t-shirt with a pair of lips on it and “Pretty Girl” written beneath it in red flowing script?! The t-shirt reached down to her mid thighs and the neckline was wide enough to leave one of her shoulders bare. That t-shirt definitely wasn’t hers!!

"A bell', I see." She mused to herself, smirking wickedly. "Wonder which one." She let her mind wander for a moment, wondering who the lucky girl that recieved her undevided sexual attention last night had been, before pulling the shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor. Underneath it, she was naked. She’d probably stumbled back to her room like this in the very late hours of the night. She sniggered, wondering in which girl’s room her clothes might be found. After adjusting the water’s temperature, she hopped into the shower.

Emerging from her room a long time later, wearing her school uniform, Renee yawned widely, covering it up with the back of her hand. God, she hated Mondays! Her long mahogany hair hung loose over her shoulders, billowing behind her as she walked. She liked it loose like this. It gave her more charisma. Following the yummy smell of sizzling bacon, she headed downstairs, entering the kitchen with the intention of finding something to eat. Preferably what was cooking on the stove! She stopped dead in the door at the sight of the happenings in the kitchen. Was the breakfast making itself? Okay, this was way too weird for a Monday morning! She glanced to the side and saw John, doing homework, as usual. Ah-hah. So that's where the freaky mind bogling mumbo-jumbo was coming from. Her black and red eyes slowly took in his form. Damn, he was hot!

"Hey, beb." She purred, grinning like a cat and leaning with her back against the doorframe. "Up a li'll' early, non?" One of her legs was bent at the knee, the tip of her toes resting on the floor. It made her skirt ride up her leg just a little. She had fantastic legs! And she knew it! She looked him up and down again, her grin widening. He was such a hunk of gorgeous! Shame that he’d never really shown any interest in her. She was sure she could rock his world! And have him pleading for more. But that Summers chick was apparently all he ever saw. Not that she could blame him. That girl was drop dead gorgeous! And those ruby quartz shades gave her an air of mystery. Still, can’t blame a girl for trying.

 

[Josheb]

John was concentrating on the numerous tasks at hand and didn't hear Renee enter the kitchen. When she said, "Hey beb," John turned to see who it was. His eyes started at her feet and slowly worked their way up over her perfectly sculpted calf, past her knee to her well toned thighs up to her far too short skirt that was rising slowly as she extended her leg out, stretching. The skirts were short enough already, and most of the girls here hiked them up a bit to attract the guys, but Renee always pushed the boundaries of propriety, and if she moved her foot out a half inch more John was sure he'd be able to see her panties...

"Up a li'll early, non?" Renee asked, pulling John out of his trance. He blinked thrice and spun suddenly. He felt the bowl of eggs falling and reestablished his telekinetic grip on the bowl and whisk on the first bounce. John flew the bowl around the room to catch the egg yolks that had flown out when the bowl bounced, not letting a drop hit the floor. John ran his hand across his forehead and took a quick look around the cooking area to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Apparently all his dangerroom training had paid off because he didn't spot anything. He started whisking the eggs again.

"I'm up on time, this is when I'm always up. Some of us take what we do here seriously and don't party all the time Renee," John spoke without looking at Renee, his voice broadcasting annoyance and frustration. Although it wasn't obvious he was annoyed at himself for losing control more then anything else. John had been here longer then anyone and had considerable control over his power, probably greater then anyone else here, except perhaps the professor. He wasn't the strongest psychic, and his telekinesis only let him lift a few hundred pounds at the most, but he was proud of how far he could stretch his power, how much he could do with so little. John sighed, forcing himself to ignore Renee's fantastic body and to do even more with his telekineses, flying three more knives across the kitchen to chop more veggies simultaneously, openning the refridgerator door and pulling out three different kinds of cheese and the milk, as well as bread, bananas, oranges, apples, pears and strawberries, closing the refridgerator gently and beginning to chop, slice and prepare the vegetables as well as grate all three cheeses. He openned the cupboard and got out the coffee, opening the jar, measuring out the right amount of beans and sending them to the grinder. It was a test, stretched to his limits, doing as much as he was able, John turned back to Renee, looking her over to see if she'd distract him again.

He gave himself a long moment to look up and down her body, it never occuring to him that she'd think of this as being hit on, as him 'checking her out' as it were. To John it was a test. And although he was starting to get hard, he didn't drop anything or stop any motion. John let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and smiled.

"So," he asked picking up his calculus and starting on it again, "what would you like for breakfast?"

 

[LadyArwen]

A tall fragile looking blonde wandered into the kitchen. It had only been a couple of months since Patricia "Tricia" Wisdom was found in Paris by John Grey and it showed. The former Black Air hired gun was still healing in every sense of the word after her escape from a rogue faction that did things to her. She went to brewing her tea, being a proper English young lady after all.

A pack of herbal Silk Cuts was perched in the pocket of her black pea coat. That was one of her few vices besides caffinee, smokes. She gracefully ducked a flying knife as she fished for teabags. Tricia used a single hot knife to boil the needed water as the blonde just stood there. At 19 she has lived more in just the last couple of years and she only knew more darkness was looming.


(the visual: http://www.cosmoastrology.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/mischa-barton.jpg)

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Seriously, you'd think this school could afford a heated pool," Bobbi grumbled to herself as she padded into the kitchen, a towel draped about her waist and hiding the bottoms of her light blue bikini. "Everytime I use that damn thing, its freezing!" An accusing finger was pointed towards the picture window at the back of the room, a pout on her face as she ran the other hand through her hair.

"Mmm-Mm, whatever you're cooking smells great, Johnny," She called out, snatching up a coffeecup and pouring herself a cup before peeking into the frypan. "At least somethin' in this house knows how to stay hot." She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him, then grinned. "I meant the coffee. Honest." The grin slowly faded as she saw Renee, giving a knowing nod. "Gotcha... Well, think I'll just finish up my coffee and head down to the danger room for a bit. Anyone care to join me?"

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

Ben

Ben swung his hand out and caught the neck of the onrushing attacker. Every time he performed such a powerful and precise strike with his palm it amazed him. He'd never taken a single self defense course, had never been in a fight and here he was cutting down onrushing armed attackers with fierce, practiced strikes.

He was surrounded by armed ninjas who, apparently having seen kung fu movies, were attacking him one at a time from various directions. The first one to run at him, head on, was dispatched by a quick and vicious kick to the throat. The next, which ran at him from behind, caught a sharp elbow to the bridge of the nose. A third got a palm strike to the bridge of the nose.

In each circumstance, Ben reacted purely on instinct. He saw them approach him at great speed, his brain told him what would be the right move to dispatch the attacker and his body simply reacted.

My body Ben thought as a kick struck the solar plexus of a 4th What a fucking joke

It was only a month ago that Ben had taken a leave of absence from Cambridge for a few months. He'd applied to the Captain Britain program and had been rejected, ostensibly on the rationale that he didn't meet the physical fitness requirements. True, Ben had been something on the short side at 5'8 and he perhaps drank a bit too much but he had still been a good athlete. Something of a decent midfielder in his school days. The rejection had hit Ben hard. He'd gone to Japan to relax, maybe find himself.

What a fucking joke that was. He'd gone to sleep in his hotel room and woken up strapped to some operating table. Some Japanese guy was babbling something about needing a telepath to save his lover. Ben had no idea what he was talking about. Ben had always known he was different, that he'd always been able to pick up on thoughts from other people but he'd never thought much on it. The Japanese guy had performed some sort of ritual or something and Ben had blacked out. When he'd woken he was alone, back in his hotel room and much to his continuing outrage the mind of Ben Braddock, the short, uppercrust Englishman, was in the body of a beautiful Japanese ninja.

After the shock of it had worn off, there was a novelty to it that Ben enjoyed for a about an hour. He was now tall and statuesque. He had the body of a supermodel. Long, muscular legs leading to rounded hips and a full ass. A narrow waist that led to large, prominent breasts. To top it all off, a face that was beautiful by anyone's standards. It was the kind of woman Ben would have fantasized dating. Now it was the kind of woman he was.

"No" Ben shouted as his foot caught another attacker, his voice unmistakably a woman's but with his English accent "I'm Ben fucking Braddock"

Ben had no idea how to reverse the process. It had been hard enough convincing anyone that he was who he said he was. When he'd finally made it back to England Ben had quickly discovered he couldn't go back to his old life. None of his clothes fit, when he tried to buy clothes that fit he found that he knew nothing about being a woman. It was beyond embarrassing to walk into a clothing store and say that he was looking for a bra but had no fucking clue what size. When he finally did find clothes that fit he would be hit on by blokes, sometimes even his mates. Sure the Ninja skills he'd picked up in the transfer had made for some fun ways to turn down his pursuers but everything about London reminded him of his old life as Ben Braddock.

It wasn't until his twin sister Brianna(who had been accepted into the Captain Britain program) had mentioned the work of a Dr. Marcus MacTaggert that Ben had any hope for a change. He'd made his way to the institute but found that the Dr. had few answers for Ben. He'd instead referred him to some professor in the States, Charlene Xavier. Ben didn't put much faith into this Professor but he went anyway.

That had been two months ago. Ben had, in that time, learned about mutants and that he was one. That he had telepathic powers that he could use in a variety of ways. That he could use his abilities to help people. But there was no development in his situation. Transferring minds was possible but only with another willing body. Ben was stuck.

He'd been coping though. He currently was wearing a bulky sweatshirt and sweatpants as he fought, his hair pulled back in a pony tail. He'd even learned how to navigate punching around his breasts.

Speaking of, a roundhouse punch broke the nose of the last of his attackers and they crumpled to the ground. Ben stood there for a second, expecting another attack but none came. He finally relaxed.

"Right, any cunt's welcome a go if they're hard enough" Ben said angrily.

"Repeat command" the robotic voice of the danger room sounded. Ben was snapped out of his rage by it.

"End program." He said as he sighed.

 

[CuriousKatie]

Seeing John’s telekinetic control slip made getting up this early on a Monday so worth it! She loved seeing the effect she could have on people. She’d made several other student’s do stuff that would take them months to live down. Like the kid that had missed the door he was supposed to walk through, crashing into the wall beside it, just because he’d been too busy checking out her butt when she’d passed him. And seeing John slip like he just did? Priceless! So, she could turn his head after all! Mr. “In-Control” could be rattled by someone other them the smoldering hot Ms. Summers. He looked so cute, trying to look all in control after managing to get his cool back, despite his little comment about her partying. So what? She liked to have fun. No harm in that. She saw the way he looked at her. How he checked her out. There was definite interest in those eyes. Unless he was trying to test himself or some such nonsense.

"So," he asked picking up his calculus and starting on it again, "what would you like for breakfast?" He sounded casual. Too casual! And judging by the amount of extra jobs he was doing now telepathically, he had definitely been testing himself. Oh no! That wouldn’t do at all! She was about to make her move when a movement from the other entrance to the kitchen caught her attention. She flicked her eyes to the side and saw Tricia entering the room, casually ducking a flying knife that John was fetching mentally, almost on instinct. Renee’s gaze traveled up and down Tricia’s body, getting stuck on her butt. Her mind wandered back to the time she’d first seen Tricia in a pair of leather pants. She’d been blown away by the sight! No one could rock a pair of leather pants like Tricia! Slowly, the tip of Renee’s tongue slipped out between her lips to moisten them. Yummy! There were so many gorgeous girls in this school! Girls like Tricia. This girl had a way of getting your attention simply by entering a room. She had a presence that would not, or rather could not, be denied. Her hair, for one, was amazing! Tricia had the kind of hair that just made your fingers tingle at the thought of running them through those gorgeous silky strands.

Just then, another girl entered the kitchen, complimenting John on his cooking. It was Bobbi. The Popsicle, Renee had heard a few people joke about the girl behind her back. Renee really didn’t think that was fair. Sure, Bobbi could freeze just about anything with her powers, but she was a far cry from being a popsicle. She was, in Renee’s opinion, quite the opposite. Her short stature and her delicious curves were a perfect combination, making the girl a real eye catcher. Her blond hair seemed to shine and her bright blue eyes seemed to look right into your mind. Renee allowed herself a moment to take in Bobbi’s form as the girl poured herself some coffee. Yup, another example of just how many gorgeous girls there were in this school. And the light blue bikini top she was wearing right now only emphasized her already impressive breasts. Cocking her head a bit, Renee took in the curve of Bobbi’s butt, hidden under the towel, and her imagination kicked into high gear. As it did so, she found that she had to re-think her previous opinion about Tricia’s attributes. Sure, Tricia looked drop dead gorgeous in a pair of leather pants, but Renee was positive that Bobbi would give the dark haired girl a damn good run for her money in that department! No, Bobbi definitely wasn’t a popsicle. She was smoldering hot! And any guy, or girl for that matter, that didn’t recognize that was as blind as a bat in the bright Louisiana sun! Just then Bobbi looked over her shoulder, throwing out a joke in John’s direction. And then she caught sight of Renee. The grin sliding off of Bobbi’s face at the sight of her might have raised any other girl’s hackles, had they been the recipient of this reaction, but Renee honestly didn’t care. She’d gotten far worse reactions from other girls in this school. Besides, Bobbi was too cute to get pissed at. Smirking at Bobbi in response, Renee pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered over to the coffee pot Bobbi was standing next to, getting a cup out of the cupboard. The thought of John’s hot bod was pushed aside by the thought, and sight, of Bobbi’s gorgeous curves.

“Don’ mind if Ah do, cher’.” Renee’s thick accented voice was all but a purr as she replied to Bobbi’s question while pouring herself some coffee. She plucked a strip of bacon out of the air as it levitated past her, taking a bite out of it as she leant against the counter, her butt resting against the edge. “Hmm. Bon.” She mused with a look of contemplation as she munched on the strip. “Boo does great rinds, non?” She smirked flirtingly at Bobbi.

 

[Wyldfire]

The cab had stopped at the drive up to the school. School for gods sake. Like Jamie hadn't finished school? Hell, she had four years of the army under her belt. She paid the cabbie and easily shouldered her bag and headed up the driveway.

This Charlene Xavier had made a hell of a sales pitch to Jamie to get her here. All it really took was the woman telling Jamie that she knew her "secret." Had the army known what she was she might have never gotten away from them. Xavier had offered her safety. That was something Jamie knew was valuable. She'd never felt safe before. Not since Joan had died.

Taking a look to make sure the cab had moved on Jamie ran the rest of the distance to the front door of the biggest house she'd ever seen in her life. The brass sign on the door told her she was at the right place. Only one thing left to do. Knock on the door and start her new life. She looked at the house again and then down at herself. Jamie was wearing an old thin Tee shirt and jeans that had seen better days. Both knees were gone and there were stress points on both thighs. Her old combat boots were just as rough. She ran her hands over her hair to make sure none had come free of the pony tail she kept her long black hair in. Okay, this is as good as it's going to get.

The Amerindian woman knocked loudly on the door.

 

[Josheb]

John wasn't expecting Tricia to enter the room and swung his knife up toward the ceiling, making a mental note to use a higher elevation to move things around so he'd avoid accidents. Tricia didn't seem to notice at all, she'd acclimated to the sheer weirdness that was the Xavier Academy for gifted students very quickly. He saw her making tea, using her power to heat the water. John used a pencil to add that brand of tea to the shopping list, he’d have to make sure it got picked up the next time he went into town. For a moment John reflected how he, one of the only male students at the Academy, had become the de facto den mother of the group. He presumed that what it boiled down to was that Xavier trusted him the most, that he’d been there eleven years and had earned Xavier’s trust.

John put down his calculus and concentrated on the tasks at hand, finishing the preparation and sending ingredients back to their proper places for storage then getting out the plates, cups and silverware, being sure to send them along the ceiling while he set the table. When he first started doing all the chores around the mansion, while he was the only student here, he resented it a bit. Sure, Professor Xavier was in a wheel chair and really couldn’t do everything John could, even though John was only eight years old. Charlene Xavier was a very smart woman, so she had sat him down for a movie night and they had watched Karate Kid. Mr. Miyagi made Danielsan do three seemingly purposeless tasks: painting a fence, waxing three cars, and scrubbing a deck. When Daniel complained and Mr. Miyagi attacked him, Danielsan defended himself perfectly; the motions he had used to do Mr. Miyagi’s chores were also the motions used in Karate blocks. At the time John certainly didn’t know about eastern philosophy and learning through repetition but he was a smart kid and he made the connection that by doing household chores with his telekinesis he was building his control and strengthening his powers. Even today as he folded a dozen napkins into a complex pattern he thought of that scene in the movie and smiled.

Bobbi walked in, dressed in a towel and a tiny bikini top. Which wasn’t really fair, the bikini could be perfectly normal sized and it would look tiny on Bobbi, her breasts were mammoth on her five foot five inch frame. She’d come to the school 4 years ago and John had a bit of a crush on her back then. She was 17, and he was fifteen. He hadn’t come close to finishing puberty then and Bobbi was a goddess. Now he was 19 and she was 21. But as Bobbi made her joke about some things always being hot around here, he had a flash of the old crush come back until she made it perfectly clear that she meant the coffee and not him. They would probably always think of each other more as brother and sister.

Renee tossed him a complement as she ate his bacon and leaned against the counter. The Cajun queen raised the temperature in a room every time she walked through one. From the way she flirted it was pretty obvious that she liked girls quite a bit, almost as much as she liked guys, if not more. Theoretically John could read her mind and find out. Theoretically. The truth was reading minds wasn’t easy for John. Xavier had trouble not reading minds when he was near people. For John it was an effort to enter into someone’s mind, and it took time and discipline to find what he was looking for. John had no illusions about his powers, he was a telekinetic first, a telepath second. Consequently John couldn’t just take a look at Renee and know she was lusting after him. Something like that would take a good 30 seconds of concentration, and would be rather obvious to anyone in the room he was using his powers.

“Thanks,” John accepted Renee’s compliment about his bacon, then turned to the overbuilt Bobbi and smiled, “but I’m going to decline a danger room session. I didn’t make all this food to just have coffee. Plus Ben’s in there. I think he’s still on Japanese time.” Ben was an odd case. A man trapped in a woman’s body. It was easy for John to call Ben a man, they’d touched minds briefly in Japan.

Ben was a telepath, with far more natural ability then John, and Ben naturally read stray thoughts when he was in close proximity to someone. John had his defenses up against that, but had made psychic contact with Ben to find the lost mutant. John had been VERY surprised to run into a woman when he met John, but in the superhero game you learn to role with the punches.

John caught Tricia’s eye and smiled at her. She’d been through some kind of hell when the X-Men had found her in Paris. She seemed to be coping with whatever it was, and John knew that if he ever found who was responsible for hurting Tricia he’d wreak horrible vengeance on them.

“I’m making myself a western omelet and a steak, what do you want Tricia?”

The doorbell rang as he finished asking Tricia what she wanted for breakfast. John closed his eyes and concentrated, letting his telepathy touch the mind of the person at the front door, his telekinesis continuing to make breakfast uninterrupted. John may not be the most powerful telepath in the world, but he was a telepath and liked to use his powers. “That’s the new student, Jamie Proudstar. Someone want to get the door? I’m a little busy.”

 

[LadyArwen]

Tricia was hiding the fact she had another nightmare of what happened the night she made her break from Black Air. The nightmares had been fast and furious over the last few days, leaving the pale blonde badly shaken up. "Just tea and toast John" the otherwise pretty Brit explained,"My head must be on UK time still" making a joke to hide her real misery. Only John and a few others knew what had sent her running to Paris and its aftermath, she had been badly beaten by a rogue faction among other things.

Even in simple suit pants her elegant side could not be hidden for long. In spite of her ongoing demons she had been trying to reclaim the simple things: like being pretty. The blonde was quite elegant but put her in black leather pants and she looked like a whole different woman. She was a touch older than the others at 19 but her eyes spoke volumes, Tricia was a very haunted young woman.

 

[Wyldfire]

"Now how damned long am I going to have to wait here at the door?" Jamie thought, "Or maybe I'm supposed to be around back at the servants' entrance? After all Ms. White eyes did seem the kind to be hiding people like me after all."

If only that hopped up biker broad hadn't tried hiding from the law on the reservation Jamie might have never been found by these people. What kind of idiot goes by a name like Angie The Screamer after all? But with what her voice was capable of it did fit. Pity for her that she chose to hide amongst people that knew what a psychoactive was like. Poor thing had been crying and begging the police to take her away from that "crazy red skinned bitch" after what Jamie had done to her under the influence of Angie's own voice.

Shaking her head to clear this kind of thought away Jamie reached into the top of her bag and pulled out her smokes. Lighting one she rang the bell again and leaned back against a pillar to wait for someone to answer the damned door.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I'll get it... You three enjoy yourselves. I should probably get dressed anyways." Giving another grin to the three, she started back down the hall, sipping her coffee as she went. Already it was going cool on her. Hmm, and she hadn't even been trying to set it off... Definitely in need of some Danger Room time. Her powers were getting itchy for some action.
Wasn't like she was getting much of any other kind anyways.

"Hyaaa..." With a quick shake of her head, she tossed that thought aside, instead remembering her current task. Welcome the newcomer. *And be GOOD this time,* She thought to herself, remembering the telepathic warning Professor had slapped her with before. Sheesh, make one small joke about someone's powers and the ol' lady put you right on the crap list. No sense of humor.

"Howdy. You must be Jamie. Name's Bobbi. John said you'd be comin'... Welcome to the Academy. C'mon in, I'll give you a tour, meet everybody." She paused, glancing down at her current clothes. "Oh, ahhhh... this ain't the school uniform or anything. I'm just... ah... Yeah, come on in."
...Yet another reason why Bobbi was never really the first choice for greeting new students.

 

[Wyldfire]

"I'll get it... You three enjoy yourselves. I should probably get dressed anyways." Giving another grin to the three, she started back down the hall, sipping her coffee as she went. Already it was going cool on her. Hmm, and she hadn't even been trying to set it off... Definitely in need of some Danger Room time. Her powers were getting itchy for some action.
Wasn't like she was getting much of any other kind anyways.

"Hyaaa..." With a quick shake of her head, she tossed that thought aside, instead remembering her current task. Welcome the newcomer. *And be GOOD this time,* She thought to herself, remembering the telepathic warning Professor had slapped her with before. Sheesh, make one small joke about someone's powers and the ol' lady put you right on the crap list. No sense of humor.

"Howdy. You must be Jamie. Name's Bobbi. John said you'd be comin'... Welcome to the Academy. C'mon in, I'll give you a tour, meet everybody." She paused, glancing down at her current clothes. "Oh, ahhhh... this ain't the school uniform or anything. I'm just... ah... Yeah, come on in."
...Yet another reason why Bobbi was never really the first choice for greeting new students.

"Nice to meet you Bobbi." Jamie said in her best public relations voice. Great the first person I meet is so Waspish it wasn't funny.

Picking up her duffle bag Jamie entered the mansion. This place is huge. "Uniform? Oh please tell me it ain't no schoolgirl outfit. If it is I'm gonna be a problem child."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Bobbi had to laugh at that. "Ohh, I would be SO gone if that was the case. Nah, think more, ahhh... well, let's just say its something you gotta see for yourself. Not that its bad. Most people like it. But, most of the time, your regular clothes is just fine. The uniform's just for... special functions and stuff."

She glanced over, seeing the bag. "Your stuff! Yeah, we should find a place for that first before anything. Get you settled in and all that jazz. Doubt you want to lug that everywhere." She bit her lip, trying to think of where she had seen some empty rooms. "Y'know, I doubt they'll care much if you take the one at the end of my hall. Thing's been empty for a few months. Shame for such a great view of the pool to go to waste. Probably should ask John first, though." She guestured towards the bench by the staircase. "You can leave your bag there for now if you want. There's a few others up 'n about in the kitchen. Should warn ya, most of us are real late sleepers. Some you gotta shock to get out of their beds." She held up a hand, letting a coat of ice claim her fingers. "I'm REAL good at that."

 

[Wyldfire]

Bobbi had to laugh at that. "Ohh, I would be SO gone if that was the case. Nah, think more, ahhh... well, let's just say its something you gotta see for yourself. Not that its bad. Most people like it. But, most of the time, your regular clothes is just fine. The uniform's just for... special functions and stuff."

She glanced over, seeing the bag. "Your stuff! Yeah, we should find a place for that first before anything. Get you settled in and all that jazz. Doubt you want to lug that everywhere." She bit her lip, trying to think of where she had seen some empty rooms. "Y'know, I doubt they'll care much if you take the one at the end of my hall. Thing's been empty for a few months. Shame for such a great view of the pool to go to waste. Probably should ask John first, though." She guestured towards the bench by the staircase. "You can leave your bag there for now if you want. There's a few others up 'n about in the kitchen. Should warn ya, most of us are real late sleepers. Some you gotta shock to get out of their beds." She held up a hand, letting a coat of ice claim her fingers. "I'm REAL good at that."

"Okay," Jamie said setting the bag down, "So there is some sort of uniform for special occasions. That I can deal with. It can't be worse than army dress uniforms. Just as long as I don't have to wear a skirt or hose or heels."

She followed Bobbi as Bobbi showed her her powers. "I don't do anything quite like you do, and I am an early riser myself. Military service'll break you from sleeping too late. So, how long have you been here at the school?"

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

Ben panted, out of breath, as the figures and environment of the Danger Room faded into nothingness. He took a second to catch his breath before he realized that he was late for breakfast. Taking a second to catch his breath, Ben realized that a shower would definitely be in order before he joined the other students.

Taking a walk to the dorm showers Ben found himself faced with the same dilemma he found himself facing every day. Men's showers or women's. Both options were fraught with dilemmas. He knew that his presence in the women's showers made some of the girls uncomfortable and, really, Ben was thankful for that. He was attracted to all of the girls here and he knew that it occasionally showed when he was around them in various states of undress.

On the other hand, showering in the men's room bombarded Ben with inappropriate thoughts from the male students. He couldn't blame them. They were showering with what appeared to be a gorgeous Japanese woman. Ben took a second, covered with sweat, to make up his mind. Eventually he decided on the girl's shower. Ben walked into the well appointed common shower and entered one of the stalls. He was lucky, no one else was in the room. Ben stripped out of the clothes he'd been wearing and immersed himself in the hot water. He did so with eyes closed. It was still too odd to look down at himself and see those large breasts, flat stomach or long legs. Still, the water felt incredibly good as it washed away the grime of his earlier exercise.

It wasn't until 20 minutes later that Ben had gone downstairs for breakfast with the rest of the student body. He was dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans, trying to hide as much of his body. As it was, it was just Renee and John

"What's up kids?" Ben said loudly and cheerfully "Breakfast on?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Four years." Saying it even surprised Bobbi herself. Had it really been that long? She had just been a kid, really, when she came... Barely 17. Now she was hitting 21, and yet she still felt like one of the youngest here. The whole stature thing. Man she hated being short.

"I've been here four years...," she repeated, grasping it herself. "Some of us more, some of us less... Being here really does start to feel like home. I know that at first it feels like some type of frustrating boarding school or even jail for some people, but once you get to know people, its more like a big family." She glanced over with a frown. "I'm probably sounding really cheesy, huh... Hey, feel free to tell me to shut up. No one else seems to mind doing that." The frown was quickly replaced with a grin, followed by a soft whistle as she spotted John at the stove through the doorway.

"Hey! You better be makin' me more bacon, Johnny! Cajun's stealin' it all!"

 

[Wyldfire]

"Four years." Saying it even surprised Bobbi herself. Had it really been that long? She had just been a kid, really, when she came... Barely 17. Now she was hitting 21, and yet she still felt like one of the youngest here. The whole stature thing. Man she hated being short.

"I've been here four years...," she repeated, grasping it herself. "Some of us more, some of us less... Being here really does start to feel like home. I know that at first it feels like some type of frustrating boarding school or even jail for some people, but once you get to know people, its more like a big family." She glanced over with a frown. "I'm probably sounding really cheesy, huh... Hey, feel free to tell me to shut up. No one else seems to mind doing that." The frown was quickly replaced with a grin, followed by a soft whistle as she spotted John at the stove through the doorway.

"Hey! You better be makin' me more bacon, Johnny! Cajun's stealin' it all!"

"I've been in a catholic school once. The nuns asked my father to not bring me anymore after the first day. The jail on the army base was nicer than the school." Jamie said in a deadpan voice.

Jamie watched Bobbi as she said the next parts. "If anyone tells you to shut up again lemme know. I'll fix it for you."

She silently followed Bobbi into the kitchen taking a head count. Two women were here besides she and Bobbi. There were two men as well, even if one was small and covered within an inch... Wait that's another woman. Okay, three women and the man. And a kitchen that was floating food around and cooking it.

 

[LadyArwen]

Tricia called to the newcomer,"If you like tea just made a fresh pot" as she poured herself a cup. As she worked on her toast(a very normal breakfast in her casr) Tricia mulled over the last couple of months. Ben had taken her place as resident newcomer but her demons still hung around. Not many knew her real past and a dark one at that, Paris having done some serious damage she was still trying to heal from.

Tricia somehow kept everything hidden but was scared someone could hear her nighttime screams.

 

[Josheb]

"What's up kids?" Ben said loudly and cheerfully "Breakfast on?"

It hadn’t taken long to get used to Ben’s british accent coming out of his asian face. John smiled at him as he came in, giving a slight wave of his hand.

“Hey Ben, yeah, get your grub on. If you want something besides a western omelet either tell me now or make it yourself.”

Bobbi entered then, followed by a woman just slightly taller then Bobbi. Unlike Bobbi, the other girl was obviously ethnic, American Indian, probably Navajo or Apache. The Professor had told John that Jamie was ex-military, four years in the army. John leaned off the counter, squaring his shoulders, straightening his tie and standing up straight.

"Hey! You better be makin' me more bacon, Johnny! Cajun's stealin' it all!" Bobbi yelled a half second after entering.

“But Bobbi, I could have sworn you just told me all you wanted for breakfast was a cup of coffee.” John winked at Bobbi and crossed the room to Jamie, offering her his hand.

“I’m John, you must be Miss Proudstar. Welcome to Xavier’s Academy, what would you like for breakfast?”

 

[LadyArwen]

Tricia went back to work on her own breakfast, the blonde hair flowing behind her. Elegant was her nature, hiding her raw and still wild emotions from everyone around her. "Anyone else want tea?" she called in her proper British accent adding for the newcomers,"Tricia Wisdom" having almost stopped using her real name of Patricia.