Cabin Fever

[Juggers]

"Talk to 'im in 'is office huh?" The Juggernaut rumbled as he stomped out of the hall, "reckon I'm gonna do just that."

He ambled down the corridor and paused at the kitchen door. The coffee machine was still bubbling and he stopped long enough to fill a mug. Then he threw himself down on to the huge sofa that groaned in protest.

Cain had a lot more patience than most people credited him for.

He had now been stuck on Genosha since the trip to Baltimore however, and that was a long time to be stuck in one place. The island was nice enough, but there came a time when cabin fever began to set in.

Cain reckoned that time had been and gone about a week ago.

"Now what the fuck am I supposed to do!"

[Nightingale]

"Yeah, will do." Angie nodded to Aurora as she left, looking around the room for a moment before standing. Cain stomped out before she could say anything to him, since Pyro's words hadn't seemed particularly ... helpful.

Ignoring Mr. Bones, who had gone back to his master like a good puppy dog, Angie wandered down the hall and toward the unmistakeable sounds of the Juggernaut - who was swearing in the kitchen. She gave him a small smile as she poked her head in the door.

"We'll find something to do, Cain. You'll be right."

At least she'd had a chance to get off Genosha. It was different for him, though, he'd been on the news and it wasn't like he could hide his identity with a hat and coat. Still, there had to be something that he could have done, even if it was just staying in the plane.

Filling up a mug of coffee for herself, Angie sat down at the table, her feet up on the chair opposite.

"I mean, it sucks that Pyro changed his mind," she took a sip of her coffee, "Because he told me that he was going to take you, but I guess Mystique changed all that."

[Juggers]

"Changed 'is fuckin' mind," Cain grumbled, "'e never even told me I was comin' in the first place."

He knocked back a slug of coffee and glowered into the depths of the cup. Ok, so he was a big guy, but not so big that people would recognise him wherever he went. Probably. The Juggernaut frowned and considered buying a big hat next time he happened to be anywhere that sold big hats.

Which at this rate would be some time next century.

"Blue bitch makes 'im change 'is mind about all sorts of shit. Everythin' was all sorted with the NovaTeX job until she came along an started meddlin'."

He gulped down the bitter remains of his coffee.

"Pretty soon she'll be changin' is mind about fightin' an we'll all be sat around 'ere buildin' some sort of 'appy little mutant love village."

[Nightingale]

"Oh."

Angie had thought, from Cain's reaction, that he'd had some inkling. She wondered if she still would have mentioned it if she'd been aware of his complete ignorance of the original plan.

Probably. Then again, it was entirely possible that she'd mentioned it because he'd been ignorant of the plan. She was still a teenager, after all, and she didn't exactly feel overly friendly toward Mystique most of the time. Or Pyro right now. His reaction to her kiss... well, it could have been worse, but it hadn't left her feeling particularly nice. You live, you learn. Angie was going back to bottling up her feelings now, no question about it.

Pyro was the leader, he'd be able to handle anything Cain threw at him. Well, anything except a punch, but someone would come and get her to fix him before it got too far. Fighting with powers in Pyro's office would be quite a spectacle - as far as Angie knew, Cain could only be knocked out if someone took away his oxygen. Setting his head on fire had been effective at Baltimore, Pyro would be able to manage.

"At least we'd be out of all the metal, right?"

She gave him a quick smile before taking another sip of her coffee. Cain was the opposite of Angie. He liked to fight, it was what he was good at. What he was suited to, thanks to his mutation. Well, that or being a bank robber or something.

"It'll be all good, I'm sure next time..."

Or not.

"I'm sure we'll have something to do soon. In the meantime, we'll find something to entertain ourselves. I mean, Pyro'll be gone, Mystique'll be gone, they can't ruin all your fun from the US, can they?"

Very probably, although it was unlikely that Cain would pay any attention to what Gill said. Angie's attention returned to her coffee. She had a feeling that she wasn't helping the situation, so she decided to just shut up.

[dharma]

Dharma stepped in a few minutes after they arrived, nodding to them both and moving to the sink. He grabbed a glass and drew a finger along the inside of it, filling it with water so cold the edges of the glass frosted. Sitting nearby, he took a sip, then set the glass down, apparently only there to enjoy his water.

[Juggers]

"Fun?" Cain grumbled, "just about run out of fun around 'ere now. Only so much trainin' you can do before smashin' cars gets borin', an we ain't exactly got the x kids fancy video game neither."

He glanced at the silent Dharma as he entered the room and gave him a small nod before returning to his scowling.

"Every other bastard gets to go out an 'ave a break ... "

The ceramic mug crunched in his fist and a trickle of dust and fragments spilled from his hand onto the floor. He stared at the cascade of powder for a moment as if realising what he had done.

"Oops," he commented without too much conviction.

"Well," he said suddenly, "y'know what?"

He paused and nodded to himself.

"No good complainin' if you ain't 'appy, get of your arse and do somethin' about it!"

With that he stomped out of the kitchen and back toward his room.