Bobby Gets Grabbed [Bobby]

[Shadowcat]

Kitty had given it a lot of thought, big deep thought, and she'd decided she was just crazy. It was probably PMS or something... or something. Whatever. The point was, now she was fine.

It still took a deep breath to face Bobby's door the morning after the non-fight. Gosh, she could be a serious jerk sometimes.

Regardless, she banged on the door and yelled as cheerfully as ever. "Hey sicko!" she shouted through the oak. "Consider yourself grabbed! And yes, this is as fun as it's getting for either of us."

[Iceman]

Bobby looked up to the door when he heard someone banging on it. Kitty. He sat for a few moments longer, his eyes going back to the paper in his hands, then he folded up the letter and stood. Sliding it into his pocket, he walked across to the door.

He'd checked his email before leaving the room, not particularly hungry yet. That was when he'd responded to Forge's emails. Then he'd changed clothes and gone to get breakfast before Kitty came to grab him.

But he hadn't made it far. Because when he'd opened his door, a letter fell to the ground. He'd stooped down and opened it, and after reading it's contents, he'd retreated back into his room, to re-read and re-re-read the letter as the regret and guilt set in.

But he couldn't tell Kitty that, he told himself as he opened the door. She was already sick of hearing about his love life; she'd made that clear last night. He'd just keep it to himself...But Warren was going with them, and Bobby had a feeling she'd have left him a letter as well, if not talked to him herself.

"Hey, Kit," he said, managing to sound neither good nor bad as he greeted her. "D'you think we're changing into the X-suits on the way?" He'd been wondering, pre-letter, and it was best to keep his mind pre-occupied.

[Shadowcat]

Bobby seemed odd. Not bad, really; just odd. And not responding, she noticed, to her effervescence, which was irresistible in its quantity.

Maybe he had actually managed to pick up on her pissedness the other night. Well... he definitely had. She had to give even Bobby that much credit. It had been basically the clearest blow-off in blow-off history. And since she had wounded him, it was natural that he might take longer to recover.

But if he was mad at her, wouldn't it be clearer? Wouldn't he have some ire thrown her way, not just this weird... flatline.

"D'you think we're changing into the X-suits on the way?"

"Oh, uh," Kitty said, thrown out of her monologue with too little time to regain her footing, "Ummm. I don't know if we're going today, he said we had, like, two days... but that might have counted yesterday. We'll probably get 'em on after the meeting. I don't want to sit around in that leather, do you?"

[Iceman]

"Definently not," Bobby agreed. Though they really weren't that bad, in his opinion. They were a bit hot, and wearing skintight leather was just weird in and of itself, but Xavier had made sure that they were as comfortable as could possibly be for his X-Men to wear into battle.

He'd kind of assumed they'd be going more soon, like right after the meeting, but he didn't really care which of them was right about it. Glancing around the room once more, he stepped out into the hallway, still not moving much from his flat plane of non-emotion.

"Did you have breakfast? I'm hungry," he commented, wanting to keep the conversation up but not doing a great job. It didn't seem like Kitty was still peeved with him, which was good...But still, Paige's letter kept him from being too excited.

[Shadowcat]

"Um... no. I don't usually eat breakfast." He knew that about her, or at least she thought he did. Bobby was seriously being weird.

"Are you okay?" she asked, giving Bobby a funny look as they walked down the hallway towards the elevators. He was the only guy of her acquaintance, she noticed as she always did, who she could probably beat for height if she bought some really tall heels. Everyone else she had to stare up at.

[Iceman]

Sigh. Well, she asked. So it wasn't his fault that he was talking about it. "Just, uh..." Bobby said, his eyes on the floor as they walked. "Paige left. Early this morning, I guess. She, uh...she left me a note." The tone of his voice made it clear that he didn't know how to feel about the fact that she couldn't tell him face-to-face, but that he definently was slightly insulted and hurt by it.

[Shadowcat]

"Oh," Kitty said. That hadn't been what she was expecting. Perhaps because of that, she didn't sound as shocked and horrified and saddened as she probably should've. She didn't sound happy or anything, just not, you know, depressed for Bobby's sake.

So she corrected it. "Oh," she said, layering more sadness into the syllable. "That's... that's rough, Bobby. She just... left?"

That seemed a little random. Even for Paige. Not that Kitty had ever known Paige to be random, but she tended to associate qualities like capriciousness, infidelity and short attention spans to people of whom she was not particularly fond, whether or not there was any real basis for it.

That and leaving a note was just cowardly. Even Kitty would have said something to someone's face. Probably.

"Is she going home to stay, or is it, like, an impromptu vacation? Maybe she just needs to clear her head?"

[Iceman]

"She said to hold on to her uniform, just in case...But I don't think she thinks she'll be back. And...I don't know," he sighed. "It was all written in girl code again. She said it wasn't my fault, but she also said she wanted to come here to be an X-Man, and then she got in a relationship with me and got all side-tracked..."

He sighed again, and shook his head as they reached the elevator. He pressed the button, then stepped back and folded his arms. "I just...I feel bad, you know?" he said, looking to Kitty for some kind of support.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty took Bobby's arm and hugged it, since she couldn't exactly get him to lean on her or anything in their current physical arrangement. Even if he wasn't that tall, he still had a good three inches, and a lot more weight.

"It'll be okay," she said, and the elevator door dinged, so she pulled him inside by the elbow. The doors hissed shut in front of them. "She'll probably be back eventually. And... I don't know. I think she probably does blame you, but she knows it's not your fault. I know that doesn't make sense, but she's a girl. It's how we roll."

She rubbed his arm once and then let it go, trying to feel the elevator move, but she could never tell it was going anywhere - perfectly calibrated or something like that. She couldn't even feel it stop and start.

"Now, if you were a girl," she said, "I would say your only option would be to watch Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got Mail and America's Sweethearts and stuff and stay up all night eating ice cream. But you're not. So... I don't know, same thing but with Fast and the Furious? What do guys watch when they're down?"

[Iceman]

"Uhh...sulk?" Bobby suggested with a shrug. "Play video games 'til you can't see straight, thats what I do." He took a deep breath, shifting his weight into Kitty, though not quite leaning back against her, as they waited for the elevator. "But don't worry, it wont be as bad as last time," he said, of course 'last time' meaning his six-month depression over Rogue. "It just...it sucks. I wish she would have told me, to my face."

"Warren probably knows. He probably knows more than I do, too," Bobby added, a definite bitter note to his words, though it wasn't directed at anyone in particular. Bobby just hoped Warren didn't bring it up. He'd try not to, as well.

[Shadowcat]

"Okay," Kitty said amicably. "You can teach me how to play your X-Box 180 or whatever it is and we can play video games until we can't see straight. And ice cream always helps, so we'll do that too. But no sulking."

She was feeling much better, really. And it was her job to be supportive to a friend in a time of need. She had no idea what had taken over her last night. Evil spirits of grossness, obviously.

She bit her lip at Bobby's mention of Warren. Paige had always seemed... well, close to Warren. Not that she'd ever actually seen them together, but rumors had flown fast and furious from about Bobby's jailing to... present. Kitty wasn't going to say there was anything going on there, but she was going to hint at it strongly.

"Hmm," she said, sounding doubtful - not of Bobby's story, but of Paige's fidelity. Hey, that was hinting strongly. And it was more graceful than saying 'skank.' "Maybe. You should page him or something, too, he's supposed to be in on this."

Awkward city.

[Iceman]

"Yeah," Bobby agreed, noticing Kitty's 'hmm' and unable to decide if he agreed with her or not. But he tried his best to shove it to the side as he pulled his comm button from his pocket, having to pull his arm from Kitty's to pin it onto the neck of the t-shirt under his dark blue zip-up hoodie. The elevator doors opened then, and Bobby paused to let Kitty go through before him.

When he had the x-comm securely pinned to his shirt, he pressed it twice. "Angel," he said, to clarify who the message was to be sent to. "Hey, Angel, don't know if you got the email, but you, me, and Kitty are wanted for a meeting. Just in case you haven't gotten your PR quota for this month."

Letting the comm button go and ending the transmission, Bobby stepped into the elevator. "Wonder what happened with him and Alison. Is he even at school?" he wondered aloud. Bobby figured if he'd been arrested for some reason, he'd have called somebody, at least.

[Shadowcat]

The elevator doors hissed open again as Bobby finished talking to Warren. Kitty couldn't help that even after the initial naming for direction, he didn't use Warren's given name.

Erk.

"I dunno," she said. She hadn't considered that he might have gone Elsewhere when Bobby came back home. Surely he'd have let someone know where he was? "Did you not see him come back? Maybe we can call him and have him meet us there or something if we're going today. Anyway, I think he's officially late." They were already in the sub-basement, after all, especially since Kitty walked and talked and was already headed down the hall toward the War Room.

[angel]

[OOC: Assuming since he's directly addressed that it was ok for Angel to hop into this thread. Let me know if that's not the case.]


"Hey, Angel, don't know if you got the email, but you, me, and Kitty are wanted for a meeting. Just in case you haven't gotten your PR quota for this month."

"Huh? What?" The message jerked him out of his rather late sleep - he'd been up all night flying around after Alison, so Warren figured he had an excuse - and he sat up, confused, blinking down at the comm badge sitting on the nightstand.

Clearing his throat, the winged mutant tapped the button twice himself, said, "Iceman," (since it didn't seem to recognise 'Iceboy') and said, in a very obviously just-woken-up voice, "Shit. OK. Be right down."

Why the hell was he supposed to be doing more PR work today when he'd been involved in the giant mess that was Alison's premiere last night? It was probably all over the newspapers already, along with pictures of the two of them... Ugh. If there was ever a day that he didn't want to be showing his face to the world, it was today.

Sliding out of bed, Warren tugged on a pair of jeans, glad for the fact that he'd taken a shower before bed in an attempt to get all of the crap out of his hair. A quick sniff of his underarm told him that yes, he was fine the way he was, but also brought a letter lying just under his door to his attention. Paige's writing. Picking up the letter, his comm badge, his cell phone and his wallet, and not bothering with a shirt (because hey, it was him), the man known as Angel darted out the door and down toward the sub-basements.

A minute or so later, and he was walking through the door of the war room, the letter clutched in his teeth and sleep still in his eyes. Once he'd sat down, he took the letter out of his mouth and said, "Sorry, I was up all night helping Alison - how do women need so much just to go stay somewhere a couple of days? I put her in one of the guest rooms, she didn't want to stay home 'cause of the paparazzi. What's going on?"