Breakfast... or is it lunch?

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the bright stream of light that slid through the gap in his curtains. Pressing his large hands to his face, he groaned. Mein Gott in Himmel, why do we ever have to wake up?

Between his fingers he glanced at the clock. It was... well, much later than he had meant to be up and about. He was fortunate enough not to have class that day, but he still wanted to actually accomplish something with his day.

Throwing the covers off and rolling out of bed, he stretched as far as he could before reaching down to place his hands flat against the floor. If Margali had seen him getting up this late, he would have been running his routine over and over...

His stomach rumbled next to his ear, and Kurt quickly made the decision never to skip dinner again unless he absolutely had to. Quickly making his bed, he grabbed the T-shirt and modified pajama pants hanging from his bedpost and pulled them on before bamfing down to the kitchen.

Appearing in front of the fridge, Kurt reached into a cupboard next to it and, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the room (which they weren't, thankfully), pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, something that wouldn't set a good example for the students. His tail opened the fridge and wrapped itself around the gallon of milk, pulling it out as one foot closed the fridge door.

[Animaux]

There was the sound of nails clicking on the tile floor, and a dingo trotted into the kitchen.

Its coat was rumpled, and its ears hung forward. It stopped short when it saw the blue mutant at the fridge.

Lucky Charms?

It gave a gigantic yawn, tongue curling and drool dripping onto the floor. Then it sat down and blinked lazily at Kurt.

[Nightcrawler]

The sound of clicking reached Kurt's ears and he slowly glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide as he balanced on one foot, limbs stretched out around him.

Probably like a badly designed hood ornament.

Grabbing a spoon from the silverware drawer, he pulled all his limbs back in, turning around to face the dingo sitting on the kitchen floor. Since he didn't think dingos were native to North America (though his strong point was theology, not geographic animal habitation, so he could be wrong), and since there was only one mutant at the school capable of being such an animal, Kurt took a stab. "Cal, ja?"

[Animaux]

Cal-dingo nodded absentmindendly, eyes zoned on the box of cereal. Clearly it had been a long night. She licked her chops and drooled a little more.

This dingo, however, knew the ways of humans - being human herself - so she turned the begging up a notch. She looked up and fixed her eyes on Kurt's yellow ones, and cocked the little tufts of hair on her brow piteously, and whined just a little.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt's brow arched slightly as her eyes seemed to focus on the box in his hand, and he chuckled as she drooled. Certainly not the most appealing thing he'd ever seen a canine do.

But then she turned her eyes on him, and Kurt knew it was all over. There had been a dog in the circus, and it had know that all it had to do was look at him with that peaked brown and he'd cave.

Just like she was doing now.

He looked at the dingo, unsure for a moment, and then she started to whimper.

Gott in Himmel, the whimpering!

"All right, Fräulein, all right." He sighed with a little chuckle, his shoulders moving, and opened the next cupboard, pulling out two bowls. Setting one on the floor, he poured it full of Lucky Charms. "Would you like milk with that?"

[Animaux]

Score!

Cal's tail started thumping against a low cupboard as the teacher got a bowl for her and poured the cereal into it.

Oh man, these people are easy. I like this guy though, he would probably throw a stick.

The milk was a good suggestion. Those little marshmallows could sure stick to the roof of your mouth. She looked up at him and nodded, tongue hanging out happily.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt laughed quietly. Anywhere else this would have been absolutely ridiculous; Johann would have never let Kurt serve his dog any sort of cereal.

Opening the jug of milk, Kurt squatted down and carefully filled the bowl, watching the small pieces of cereal float in the white liquid. He looked at Cal with a small grin. "I've seen dogs eat before. You're a person under all that fur, so I know you can understand what I'm about to tell you: you make a mess, you're going to clean it up."

Rising back up, he poured cereal into his own bowl and covered it with milk, putting the gallon away before he picked up his spoon again. "Bon appetit."

[Animaux]

Cal watched the milk rise in the bowl with glee, and barely listened to what Kurt was saying. The minute he backed off she plunged her muzzle into the cereal.


.... Shoot.

One of the many problems of being a mutant was that sometimes her human-brains and her animal-brains got mixed up, and she forgot what exactly she was. A dingo was a lot like a golden retriever, and both were Cal; but only two out of the three would like the taste of sugar-loaded nutrition-free Lucky Charms.

The dingo, needless to say, was the one that decidedly did NOT like the taste.

But damned if she was going to let good cereal that she had slobbered in go to waste. Without thinking very hard about it, she turned back into a human.

Of course, she was not wearing clothes.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt watched ruefully as she practically dove into the bowl, splashing milk out onto the floor. Sighing, he leaned sideways against the counter and gathered a spoonful of Lucky Charms, scooping them out of the bowl.

The spoon was halfway to his mouth when she changed. "Mütter Gottes!"

Suddenly it was clattering to the floor, cereal and milk splattering around his feet as his arms flew up in front of his face. He'd rarely had dealings with Cal, having seen her about the mansion a few times, so he wasn't prepared for the rapid change from covered-in-fur to covered-in-nothing.

And while he didn't mind nudity (the circus wasn't the purest place), a nude student was an entirely different matter. Somehow he didn't think being found with a student in her state of undress was appropriate behavior for an instructor.

His eyes shut tightly, Kurt nearly bamfed out of the kitchen and back to his room, but he didn't want anyone else walking into the kitchen to find a naked Cal either. Whipping off the gray T-shirt he had on, he thrust it out in front of him, his hand waving around frantically, his other hand clapped over his eyes. "Bitte, Fräulein, put this on. Anyone could walk in!"

[Loa]

"Bitte, Fräulein, put this on. Anyone could walk in!"

And then, Alani did.

Still yawning, her eyes blurry from the crazy night, she didn't immediately see what Mr. Wagner was shouting about. She blinked a few times as she entered to kitchen, then her eyes grew wide.

"Oh my God." She looked back and forth between the shirtless teacher and the clothesless Cal and her jaw dropped. "I...I didn't know...Sorry!"

She whipped around, facing away from them. Ho-lee crap.

[Animaux]

Oblivious to everything but her glorious bowl of slobbery cereal, Cal was about to dig in with her face when the teacher started some sort of commotion. He was speaking in... Russian? Yeah, that was it, she remembered the stories about him and the Russian circus. Or something.

Anyway, she didn't really notice the splattering milk when she looked up, but she definitely noticed what he did next. What? He was cowering away from her as if she suddenly had developed...

Oh. Oh yes. The naked thing.

She forgot about that way too easily.

She looked down at herself with a mixture of learned social embarrassment, and instinctually trying to reject that embarrassment - why must everyone care so much? But these had barely registered when she looked back up at Kurt, and THAT got her attention.

Oh god, he was taking his shirt off. Oh god. He was a teacher and he was taking his shirt off.

This would have been a serious deja vu, to surprising Colossus in the conservatory a few weeks ago; but she knew Peter, and he was a student, and he had been wearing another shirt underneath when he had given her his. This was an entirely different matter. Mr. Wagner was a teacher, and he was most definitely not wearing anything underneath his shirt.

Cal's eyes widened. In spite of the blue... and the fuzziness... he was ripped. And suddenly seeing an authority figure strip for her was, against her better judgement, way too exciting. She froze like a dingo in the headlights.

"Anyone could walk in!"

"Oh my god!"

Oh my god. Take the shirt. TAKE THE SHIRT, DUMBASS!

As Alani spun around, Cal lunged forward and grabbed Kurt's t-shirt, scrambling to put it on as she turned pink all the way up to the roots of her blonde hair. This was terrible. Why couldn't she remember to change forms in private? Or better yet, why couldn't everyone else embrace her natural form? She was starting to get the hang of social convention, but something inside her still rebelled and was hurt when others were so repulsed by the sight of her body...

She grabbed her bowl of cereal and scrambled around to the other side of the kitchen island, where she huddled against a cupboard with a thumping heart, and wondered if there was any possible way she could salvage this situation.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt felt his stomach turn as soon as he heard footsteps enter the kitchen. That was exactly what he hadn't wanted to have happen, this was not something that needed to be spread around the mansion. And it was fairly obvious that it would be.

As soon as he felt the shirt pulled from his hands, he focused and bamfed back to his room. He needed a shirt... and he needed one fast, because there was a whole lot of damage control that needed to be done. He could only imagine what Cal was thinking (he wasn't the most normal looking man in the mansion), and he had a pretty good idea of what Alani would be thinking...

And the day started so well.

Grabbing the only shirt nearby, a white button-down, Kurt teleported back to the kitchen, still pulling it over his arms when he arrived. There wasn't time to button it up before he was glancing around the kitchen. Alani was facing away in the door, and Cal...

Where was Cal?

Pausing for a moment, his tail waving behind him, he could hear panting behind the island. Stepping around it, he crouched down next to her, chuckling at the bowl of cereal clutched tightly in her hands. "I think we need to set up some changing rooms for you, Fräulein."

[Loa]

((OOC: skipped class!))

Alani turned her head slowly to the right, trying to see what was going on. She had heard Mr. Wagner's unique power going off twice, and assumed he had gotten some clothes for Cal. Alani hadn't left for two very big reasons:

She was starving and really wanted some Eggo waffles.

She really wanted to know what the teacher and student were doing half-naked/all-naked.

From the corner of her eye, Alani spied Mr. Wagner looking down behind the main counter island. Cal must have gotten so embarassed by Alani's entrance that she was hiding down there. But why was she naked to begin with? And in the kitchen?

"Um," she said aloud, "Guys? Are you...decent now?"

[Animaux]

[OOC: Hell yeah! : D]

Cal huddled behind the island. She had tried various positions but none of them hid her lower half completely, so she had settled on clamping her thighs together and stretching the shirt down as far as she could. Luckily she was not a large girl. She took a deep breath and brushed a piece of long hair out of her eyes, staring down at the cereal bowl.

She heard the characteristic noises of Nightcrawler's teleportation, and her eyebrows curled on her forehead with worry. What must he think of me?

Then his blue form appeared around the corner, already with a proper new shirt on. She looked up at him, worried and embarrassed to the point of actually being frightened.

"I think we need to set up some changing rooms for you, Fräulein."

It took her a moment to realize he was chuckling. Oh thank God.

All of Cal's tension came up her throat and she started to giggle too. Borderline hysterically, really, but it was better than, say, clawing at the furniture. She turned pink again and stared at Kurt helplessly.

"Heeheeheeheeheeheehee..."

"Um, guys? Are you...decent now?"

Tears formed in Cal's eyes and her shoulders shook, jiggling the Lucky Charms around. "Hi Lani..." She never had gotten her fellow student's name right.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt watched with a small smile as Cal started to giggle, though out of amusement or embarrassment he wasn't sure. Taking the bowl from her hands before she spilled any more milk on the floor, Kurt stood and set it on the counter, starting to button up his shirt as soon as both hands were free.

"Ja, Miss Ryan, we are both 'decent.'" He finished, leaving the top two buttons undone, and scratched his chin. "Would you please go to Miss Grandchamps's room and fetch a pair of pants for her? It would be best if she didn't distract the male students by walking around without them."

Crouching back down beside Cal, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her an amused grin. "I'm afraid that otherwise you will create quite a train wreck in the halls."

[Animaux]

Still giggling a little, Cal licked the milk from her freed fingers, trying to talk in between the laughing and the licking. "No, it's ok... I should just turn into something else... I probably should have done that anywa-"

- Oh gosh, he was touching her. That didn't happen very often. At least half of the muscles in her body tensed with surprise and then embarrassment once again. But this time, the feeling was shifting: it wasn't external, over the social rules she had so blatantly broken. Now it was internal - because she was excited.

Cal, he's BLUE and FUZZY and OLD and he has a TAIL!

Well, I'm fuzzy and have a tail.

He's BLUE and OLD!

She shook her head a little, trying to clear out the butterflies, and laughed a little more at Kurt's joke. But she didn't dare look at him.

[logan]

Logan was passing by the kitchen to head to the cupboard. After talking to Husk about joining the X-Men, he was feeling a bit better again about the day. The thought of camping out in the woods with Rayen definately made him feel better.

The thought of Lorna Dane existing in her head dampened it a bit.

Regardless, he was now swinging through to the pantry to grab some grub for the night. Then it'd be off to her room to get some smokes, and THEN to his to get his good cigars, and finally to get the camping gear.

This brought him across the doorway to the kitchen, where thankfully he didn't stop and look in.

At first.

A half second later, and he was backing up to look into the Kitchen.

Kurt kneeling.

Girl trying to cover herself with a shirt that didn't quite do the job.

Spilled milk.

Another tatooed girl beyond them, peeking out of the corner of her eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to change his mind. He opened it again, and again snapped it shut. Finally, he looked forward, and continued on his way out of eyesight.

(ooc - just passing through, thought it'd be funny to have Logan stop in for that one post! Off to move him elsewhere. )

[oracle]

Sibyl headed downstairs on softly jingling feet, the bells on her ankles announcing her presence as the white skirt she wore floated around her. The way she dressed certainly didn't make her look anything less like a wraith, pearl-white skin against pale clothing causing a faded photograph effect she was becoming known for around the students.

Stepping into the kitchen, she hummed to herself and wondered where Piotr had gotten off to. It made her smile to herself, her secret affair with him almost becoming romantic. At least it could be something at all, even if they could tell no one.

Stepping on a splash of milk, she looked down, then up at the others, a mystified look on her pale pink eyes.

Like a rubber ball thrown into a metal room, the memories of those in the room zinged through her mind.

Suddenly she laughed, knowing exactly what had happened. Her hand went to her mouth, and she looked at Kurt with an amused expression.

[Animaux]

Cal's head shot up and she froze like a rabbit at the sound of footsteps. Any thoughts she was having about Mr. Wagner immediately de-railed in the sudden face of Wolverine and his vaguely bemused expression. Oh god! Another X-Man!! She stayed tense, particularly around the thighs, and twitched at the bottom of the shirt involuntarily.

Thank god he passed by, clearly not wanting to get involved in any way. Cal stayed frozen for a moment, before something clicked in her head and one hand strayed back to the sadly depleted cereal bowl.

This was crazy. She just wanted some Lucky Charms. "I -"

There was a jingling noise, however, and once again Cal froze with a sinking feeling. Someone else was coming into the kitchen.

She didn't even bother to look before reacting. She was stressed, and the range of animals in her head were vying for expression. She had giggled hysterically after the initial shock of surprise, and when only two people had seen her; but now the scene was turning into a freak show, and just as quickly her temper began to turn again.

"Ok everybody, I'm naked. Can I just eat my cereal now?!" she blurted out, with a frantic edge creeping into her voice.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt's brow twitched up in silent concern and amusement as Logan passed by and suddenly appeared in the door again, looking at them curiously. It looked like he was going to say something, but apparently he'd reconsidered because he was moving again.

Indeed a relief. We don't need anymore peope in this kitchen right n...

The sound of jangling bells drifted down the hallway and through the doorway, and Kurt tensed at first; the last time he'd encountered the person who wore them, she'd turned out to be Mystique, but Kurt reminded himself that the false Sibyl had been ousted, and he forced himself to relax. If he went around assuming that everyone could be somebody else, he'd never get any sleep.

Instead, he sent up a silent prayer that she would do the same thing as Logan.

Bittebittebittebittebittebittebitte...

And instead she turned in and walked through the door.

Mouthing a word he would never say out loud in front of students, Kurt rubbed his eyes wearily. This was turning into quite the hassle, and apparently it was going to be even more interesting judging from the look Sibyl gave him.

"Ok everybody, I'm naked. Can I just eat my cereal now?!"

And that certainly wasn't what Kurt was hoping to hear. He sighed and quickly teleported back to his closet, grabbing a pair of pajama pants from a shelf and teleporting back. He really hadn't wanted Cal to be wearing his clothes in entirety - the situation looked bad enough as it was - but this just wasn't working out in his favor. Teleporting back next to Cal, he passed them to her and gave her a shrug. "Never a dull moment, Miss Grandchamps."

Harder to keep anything secret than in the verdammt circus!