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Post by Storm on Jul 2, 2006 2:55:26 GMT -5
"Tha-" but Kurt was gone. Ororo dumped the pasta and sauce into two big bowls. It was easiest to let everyone serve themselves.
"Get your own drinks and meet me in the dining room!" she called out to the occupants of the kitchen, and strode into the next room for dinner.
[OOC: Not sure what else to say, really ; ). Shall we skip dinnertime and continue the RP from the clean-up or something? Kurt, Bobby?]
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 6:52:42 GMT -5
Bobby was glad to be able to turn away, which he did, moving slowly toward the door.
After the other person finished speaking, Bobby gave a faltering laugh that he couldn't keep from sounding a bit uncomfortable. "No, I'm not--I'm actually just about to eat dinner." 'Thats it. He'll think you're busy,' he thought, pleased.
"....I actually haven't had a chance to make a decision on that, yet. But, um, I can let you know for sure tommorow....Okay...Yeah, that's fine..."
At this point, Bobby realized that his conversation with Ororo and Kurt was pretty much done anyway. So as he tried to hurry the caller off the phone, he made his way out the door and down the hall. He'd apologize later.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 6:53:25 GMT -5
(OOC: I think thats a good idea lol)
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 2, 2006 11:21:26 GMT -5
[OOC: Makes sense to me.]
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 2, 2006 21:54:34 GMT -5
Kurt teleported back to the kitchen, piles of plates, stacks of cups and silverware inside the two large bowls, each perched precariously on his hands. He carefully set them on the counter top, teleporting to the kitchen door as he caught sight of students running down the hallway from the dining room. "Walk, bitte!" he called after them, chuckling and turning back and turning on the faucet, placing the plug in the bottom of the large sink and pouring dish soap into the hot water.
Pulling his coat off and slinging it over the back of a chair, Kurt unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, moving back and forth between the counter and the sink to carefully place dishes in the water as it rose. He let his mind wander as his tail reached up to turn off the faucet.
What will happen now? The Brotherhood was back; that alone was cause for alarm. But Kurt had seen the press conference earlier that day and had witnessed the revealing of the Sentinel; in the wrong hands, a machine designed specifically to combat mutants was worse than all the mutant terrorists in the world. If a fanatic like Stryker could obtain such a weapon...
And how will they define 'emerging mutant threats?' Not too long ago every mutant was considered such a threat. As he picked up the sponge and began to wash the dishes, Kurt couldn't help but fear that very soon he would have to fight for his life yet again.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2006 2:38:43 GMT -5
Ororo stood up slowly from the table as the students left, and piled dishes for Kurt. "Thanks," she called to him, somewhat sleepily from the plate of food she had just eaten. There wasn't any left, which was a compliment.
She walked into the kitchen for a rag, bringing extra dishes which she piled next to the sink. "I'll help you, no need to finish them all." Then she picked up a rag and went to wipe the table.
[Biding time, I think a conversation with Forge is coming up ; ).]
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 3, 2006 11:41:52 GMT -5
Kurt started as the rest of the dishes were piled next to him. All of his senses had told him she was there, but it hadn't registered consciously yet. He turned as she spoke and said, "Danke-" but she was gone before he finished his sentence.
"- schön," he chuckled, turning back to the sink and slipping the rest of the dishes into the water. So that is what it feels like.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2006 12:30:30 GMT -5
From the next room, Storm sent a little gust of wind at the dishrack to dry the dishes, and smiled to herself. She liked domestic scenes, independent and proud though she was; it made her feel like a comfortable part of a society that she still didn't feel native to.
She finished wiping the table, but her ears were perked towards the front hall. Someone had come in earlier and was chatting. Soon, if they didn't come further in, she would go take a look.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 3, 2006 12:50:42 GMT -5
Kurt was just rinsing the last of the dishes as a strong breeze sailed past the sink. He smiled slightly, silently thanked God for useful powers as the water evaporated from the dishes, and he began stacking them in the various cupboards around the kitchen.
Piling the last of the dishes on the appropriate shelves, Kurt grabbed his coat and pulled it back on, stepping to the door. The sound of voices assailed his ears, and he teleported to the dining room, landing crouched on the table. "Ororo," he said, looking at her with a sharp gaze, "I think we have company."
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2006 14:04:11 GMT -5
"That was fast," said Ororo, cocking her head at the teleporter beside her, and then added as a wry afterthought, "I hope you know which furniture in this house is stable."
"Yes, so we do. It sounds like Bobby and a visitor." She stepped towards the front hall.
[I'm gonna wait for a few more posts from Iceman and Forge and then hop over there. : )]
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 3, 2006 14:26:00 GMT -5
"There were not so many at dinner that cleaning the dishes took long," Kurt explained, hopping off the table, "and I had some help drying them." He smiled at her as she headed for the door.
Leaning forward, he used his sleeve to wipe his footprints off the table. "We're not expecting anyone today," he muttered to himself, making sure the table was clean before he turned to follow the headmistress.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 5, 2006 14:55:48 GMT -5
As Kurt neared the doorway, his ears picked out another voice added to the mix in the entryway. Liam is out there already... it would not do to frighten our newcomer too much. Besides, there is much that I need to do. Kurt focused briefly, and with a bamf! he was gone.
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Post by Storm on Jul 6, 2006 3:36:14 GMT -5
[Storm cont. in Grounds: "To the school..."]
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