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Post by forge on Jan 26, 2007 17:37:07 GMT -5
Forge bopped along next to the nearly complete Blackbird 2, running his hand along her fuselage and bobbing his head to the Black Eyed Peas, who were piping out the lyrical genius of “Labor Day” through the sound system in the Hangar Bay.
I don't work today! Or the next three days! So let’s celebrate…
Cuz It’s a holiday! I don't work today; now pardon me as I celebrate!
The happy music matched his mood quite appropriately. He didn’t work today, nor the next three days, and he was waiting on Storm to come down into the Hangar Bay so they could take the Chopper to a little Beach House he’d rented in So-Cal. His stuff was all packed in the chopper (which was made to seat up to ten, so it had plenty of room) and he was ready to go snorkeling. He’d never done so before, and looked forward to the opportunity.
He also looked forward to the opportunity to kick back and relax with Storm. He knew they both needed the R and R time, and this looked like it was going to be a blast.
Besides. Storm in a swimsuit? Ahhhh yeah.
He chuckled and walked over to the chopper, double checking it as he waited.
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Post by Storm on Jan 27, 2007 2:29:17 GMT -5
Ororo was unexpectedly VERY excited about the prospect of going off for a couple of days' vacation with Bandero. It was a big step to take with a man she hadn't even been to dinner with, but then again they HAD been living together for the past few months... and kicking ass together. And wouldn't some time loose on the sand and in the water, wearing as little as possible, do her good!
Besides. Bandero in swim trunks? Oh yes.
She took a deep breath and tried to stop little tornadoes of happiness from kicking up in the hallways behind her.
She came through the door of the hangar and was pleased to see that the chopper was ready for action. She hoisted her official X-Men duffel bag over her shoulder, but for once that was as far as the uniform went. She wasn't even wearing a business suit - or dress pants - or a collared shirt. She was actually wearing a t-shirt, and a cotton skirt. And sandals!
Thank the heavens, she thought to herself. What have I been doing all these years.
"Hello Bandero," she said, heading for the chopper door to throw her stuff in. "So where exactly are we off to?"
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Post by forge on Jan 27, 2007 12:32:38 GMT -5
“We, my friend, are going to Newport Beach, California. I've got us an awesome beach house set up for the next five days.” Forge said, beaming a grin at her. “The bad news is that it's a ten hour flight in this chopper – I apologize for not having the Blackbird 2 rebuilt earlier – The good news is it'll give us an excuse not to be the ones who have to run and respond to every little thing here in the mansion. Five days, just us, the sand, and the ocean.”
He opened the Chopper door for her, and held out his hand like a valet, gesturing for her to go in.
“Plenty of Snorkeling excitement up ahead.”
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Post by Storm on Jan 31, 2007 15:49:23 GMT -5
"California!" Storm was visibly impressed, and suddenly slightly nervous. This was a bigger deal than she had anticipated. Was Forge counting on something serious? And would the school be safe without her? She had left school issues mainly in Kurt's capable (three-fingered) hands... But what if something went horribly wrong?
"Five days, just us, the sand, and the ocean."
... Who cares.
She smiled at him and nodded towards the chopper, her eyes lit up with excitement. "The Blackbird is business. This, I think, will be pure pleasure." She couldn't wait to get her weather-shifting hands into some waves.
Still smiling, she swept by him, and in one smooth move she tossed her duffel bag in the back and slipped into the front passenger seat. It was time to be spoiled a little for once.
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Post by forge on Feb 3, 2007 15:34:00 GMT -5
Ten Minutes later, the tennis courts were clamping back into place, hiding the secret hangar bay. Forge, unlike previous pilots, liked to turn on the cloaking device before taking off at all, just in case some douche was watching them from a space satellite. This time was no exception, and currently a slightly distorted transparent mass was flying off away from the rising sun.
In the cockpit of the Chopper, there was certainly a tingling in the air – a small static of excitement for the potential of the next five days. To Forge, it wasn't even about the fact that he was about to have a house alone with the gorgeous African Princess, for he didn't necessarily have dirty thoughts on his mind.
No, this trip was about relaxation and kicking back with his fellow X-Man. They were going to chill, not stress, and probably play a few drinking games. On top of that, he was looking forward to a steady flow of snorkeling, beach bathing, and some boardwalk shopping. It had all the trappings of The Awesome.
He thumbed the small toggle on the Chopper's MP3 player, and glanced over at his companion.
“Music preferences?”
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Post by Storm on Mar 18, 2007 0:07:29 GMT -5
[Thread closed, and here's a bit of a summary: They go, have a grand old time and get all flirty; but soon after their return, Forge leaves the mansion to be with his sister, and doesn't indicate that he'll be coming back.
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