[It's early lunchtime at the X-mansion. This means Eric is probably preparing his near-noon feast. The rest of you who feel like an early lunch can come strolling in at your leisure. And you have literature to discuss, no less.] (Aw, crap, I've never read it RL and we're gonna talk about it in-game. ^^;) (Yeah, I didn't know I was signing up for homework by playing. ^_~) * Sally is already in the kitchen, grinning a small (for her) grin as she watches Eric's amusing performance with the food. ( Haha pwned. ) (But Harry hasn't read it yet anyway.) [ Well, if you want to. ] ( It's a book you should read, anyway. It's one of the greats. ) * Harry walks into the room with the picnic basket he had earlier and starts just dumping junk from the fridge in it. Mmm. Fridge Junk. Hm... I need to find the barbeque pits 'round here. I could do with a good barbeque. * Alex walks in, and he's either just woken up, or just showered after working out, because his hair's still wet and spiked up. He's gone casual today, in a set of blue sweats with a white stripes down the outside of the arms and legs. Howdy, people. [ The X-men themselves are just starting to get up and around, for most of them. The greater majority came in about an hour ago and ate. Peter is just now getting up, and he's no fool; he's reserved some of what Eric's cooking. ] (Peter?) ( Peter being...? ) * Eric is juggling the food as he eats it. Well, almost. He's got a couple burgers today (3/4 pounders), some chicken parmesan, heavy on the pasta, and a big bowl of cheddar potato soup. Oh, and don't forget the squid he grilled earlier. ( Peter = Colossus. ) ( "Peter" = Piotr, or Colossus. ) * Harry coughs a few times and looks away from the fridge to see the room of people. And Mr. Big And Muscly. ( Ah. ) * Eric made an extra burger and some extra potato soup for Peter. Cooking in bulk is easy. ^^ Whoa. Who's the big guy? * Sally reaches out and snags one of those 3/4 pounders while Eric's busy with the chicken and the soup. :9 I don't know. But he's cute. ^____^ * Eric catches Sally's hand as it reaches for his burger. "No touching the food, unless you want your hand bitten." He grins [ Peter waves. "Piotr Rasputin." He blushes when Sally says that. For those not familiar with the character, he's 6'6" and very muscly, with short black hair and bright blue eyes. ] * Sally grins back. "Drat. I'll have to eat you, then." [GRIN] * Harry finishes his picnic basket quest and says in a quirky tone, "No eating anyone, young impressionable children at large." He grabs a few more thinks and walks over to the tables. Eh, are you coming on to me? * Sally looks over from behind her sunglasses from where she's reaching across the table to spar with Eric, and smiles at Peter. "Sally Manners. Pleased to meet you, Piotr." Hardly, dear. Just hungry. *shrugs, and lets him have his burger. She was joking anyway. Wasn't she?* * Eric takes his food very seriously, as he starts on the burgers, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. * Eric thinks, then pulls out a super grab of potato chips and munches on those while he burgernates. [ "Pleased to meet you as well, Ms. Manners." He doesn't seem to realise there's a joke there, either. He grabs a single of the burgers Eric prepared - as was agreed upon - and is about to start on it when the doorbell rings. ] * Sally goes over to the 'fridge, and rummages around for some tuna salad, which she promptly makes into a pair of sandwiches. Then she pours herself a glass of half-and-half to drink before reclaiming her place at the table. She glances up at the doorbell. "Always in the middle of a meal..." I've got it. * Alex heads for the door and answers it. [ "I will get it," says Peter as he rises to do just that. But when Alex says he will, he lets him. ] * Sally nods, and starts in on her sandwich with dainty bites. Very fast dainty bites. The sandwiches are gone in under a minute each. * Harry exhales noisily before starting to chew on ham and cheese and veggies all rolled together. "Hope it's not the big guy again." Why? He was so charming. * It's really hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or not. * Jack is standing outside the door with a worn out nacy duffel bag in one hand and a sturdy-looking backpack on his back. He's a young boy with sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a healthy bronze tan. His eyebrows go up and his mouth turns to a nervous smile when Alex answers the door. Howdy. Uh, hi. I'm supposed to be going to school here now? The taxi brought me... Oh, hey, cool. * Alex throws the door open and holds his hand out to Jack. "Alex Wilke." * Harry waves his hands in the air. And they go up to about Juggernaut's height. "He was ENORMOUS. And weepy. That's not charming." * Eric finishes his meal in record time (he keeps track). "Eh, he just had a horrible business plan." * Jack is wearing jeans and a Big Johnson T-shirt. He reaches out and shakes the offered hand. "Jake Porter. Nice to meet you," he says as his smile relaxes a bit. But he was so good at petting. *almost purrs at the memory* [ Peter notices this description. "Enormous and weepy? Must be Juggernaut." ] ( *snerk* I haven't seen one of those in ages. Same for Coed Naked. ) Yup, was the Jugster. Tried to get him to go into endorsment. ( Jack has those, too! ) Or start his own sports league. * Alex nods towards the kitchen. "C'mon, you're just in time for the lunch showing." ( The question is... which Big Johnson shirt is it? ) * Harry 's arms go back to normal and he continues eating his food. Oh, cool. Thanks. [ "Juggernaut, is tricky one. Walk on eggs around him. That is saying, yes?" ] Eh, yup. * Jack carries his stuff inside and follows Alex, big eyes constantly scanning the fancy interior of the mansion. * Harry looks over at Peter. "That's what I was saying!" ... Well, without the gooey eggs all overe my feet. * Eric snerks. "Eh, we were careful. Givin' fashion suggestions isn't ever a bad idea." Hey, look who I found. Can I keep him? I don't know... will you promise to feed and walk him daily? [ "Doesn't sound right. But anyway, be very careful. He gets angry quicker than he gets weepy, and when angry, he is unstoppable." ] Ooh, sounds dangerous. *now, if only -she- sounded scared...* [ Peter looks at the new person. "Ah, another one! Welcome to the Xavier school." ] Hey, who's the newer newbie? * Jack dimples a little at the unexpctedly light remark. "Uh, hi. Thanks." So, what's your name, handsome? Well, I figure Eric'll feed him. He seems to feed everybody else. And he can work out with me. And play basketball. I hope. * Alex looks hopefully at Jack. Eh, if he can't, we can teach him to kick our butts. Like we did with Miya. * Jack blushes a bit now, though it's not easy to tell underneath his tan. "Jack. Jack Porter. And yeah, I can play a little. Though I'm kind of short," he observes, unable to help himself from glancing at Peter when he says that. ( Man, they're still pumping out Big Johnson shirts. ) S'okay, I'm short too. Everybody's short compared to people like Peter and Juggernaut. Pleasure, Jack. I'm Sally. Manners. Make fun of the name all you want; I hate it, too. * Harry looks over at the new guy for a second, then says, "More basketball? Well, now maybe you guys can four-on-one Miya and only lose by three." * Daegal wanders into the kitchen, waving. "Hey people I know, people I don't know, other people... wait. Ain't no other people." * Sally is wearing a green shirt over purple jeans today. Oh, yeah, and very dark sunglasses. Eh, I'm Eric Vellejo. And Daegal, where ya been man? Hello, Daegal, who-is-not-a-bagle. Bah. I'll just have to get better. [ Peter offers a handshake to the new guy. "Piotr Rasputin." ] * Jack nods at the greetings, and returns the handshake warmly. Judging by his wide-eyed expression, he's still a bit overwhelmed. Eh, you and me both. On the phone with the precinct back home. I try'n check in every day, make sure nothin's goin' down that I need ta be there for. So, the question that everybody gets asked when they first get here. What do you do? * Eric grins. *ahem* You do realize you're not a cop, right, Dae-sweetie? Do? Oh. Why I'm here? Well... * Harry coughs a few times, then continues eating. * Daegal pulls out a badge, on a dogtag chain around his neck, from under his shirt. NYPD. Semi-officially deputized. Wow, I didn't think they could do that. Yeah, it's pretty cool. * Sally ooohs. "Well, nevermind, then." She grins hugely. Like this: [GRIN] * Harry just freezes for a second. Not that anyone's paying attention to him, then starts eating again. A little slower. * Jack sets his duffel bag on the floor and reaches up to a loop of monofilament line emerging from his partially-open backpack. He tugs on the string and a cork pops out of the backpack. * Sally watches the new kid show off. (I REALLY hope you don't mean monofilament in the way I think you mean.) They can't, really. But when ya have a friendly guy who bullets bounce off, and he don't mind going in first to make the bad guys shoot so you don't hafta bother with a warrent... *grins* ( Because if you tug on it, it costs you fingers. ) ( Fishing line monofilament. ) ( Phew. ) ( Nah, he's just got Special Defense: Monowire. ) I ain't on payroll or nothin', but as long as I was doin' the street vigilate thing, it seemed kinda dumb not to work along with the cops. * Eric watches. * Jack sticks the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, as if trying to remember something important. Shortly thereafter, a shivering sphere of water rises out of his backpack and hovers over his head for a while. After a moment the sphere shapes itself into a rough approximation of a bust (statue) of Alex. Hey, if the cops want to wor-what the hell? * Harry picks up a carrot and chews on it while looking at Jack. Well, really, he seems to be looking just past Jack. * Eric whistles. "Hey, you can make modern art made out of water!" * Sally sips her half-and-half, watching quietly. ... dude. Next water balloon fight, you're on my team. * Jack retracts his tongue as the watery Alex-bust moves in front of him, shedding mist as the water freezes to ice. When the ice sculpture is resting safely on the nearest tabletop, Jack looks around the group with a wide smile. "I do water." And how. ...Bobby's gonna be jealous. And snowball fight! ... though throwin' iceballs at people might be kinda mean. 'less it's at ol' Pink Eye. * Eric throws a snowball at Daegal. * Alex goes silent and looks somewhat disgruntled as he grabs an apple and chows down, bit by bit. * Daegal blocks with his chest! "... hey!" * Eric grins. * Daegal grabs Eric, turns him upside down, and holds him that way by his ankles. *sip, sip, lap, sip* Okay, now you're asking for it! * Jack smiles a little, still a bit nervous. He concientiously looks around for a sink into which he can put the scultpure while the impromptu snowball/wrestling match begins. * Eric smacks Daegal in the legs with a baseball bat. So, Jack, can you make it go back to water and put it back in your backpack? Nah. I'd be askin' for it if I did this! *lowers Eric so that his head is touching the ground, then spins him like a top, just as he gets whacked* Ow! * Daegal hops back, holding his shin. "Cheap shot!" * Harry looks over at Eric and Daegal, then over at Jack for a bit more, his eyes changing from green to a soft blue. * Jack nods to Sally. "I can, but I still make kind of a mess when I melt ice." * Sally nods. "Still pretty impressive." ( SPIN, ERIC! SPIN! ) [ Peter idly chuckles at the hijinks. ] Hey! You know what we've never done in our show-and-tell sessions? -- Daegal, Eric, do settle down before you break something-- * Daegal hops around a bit, holding his shin. * Jack notices the attention he's getting from Harry, but seems a bit uncertain as to whether or not he should actually say or do anything about it. * Eric holds the bat out so if Daegal keeps spinning, he's wacking Daegal too. :P We've never said how we found out about our mutations! * Alex pales. I don't think we need to worry about that. Aw, but they're bound to be interesting stories. Well, mine isn't, but still. * Harry says, now that he sees that Jack paying attention, "Name's Harry, Jack. Need a hand with the ice?" Suuuure, yours isn't. And it's just coincidence that you're the one suggesting this. The heck, dude? I turn you upside down, and you whack me with a bat? Coincidence? Nah, I'm curious. ^_^ That ain't got any proportionalism! Me, see, I've always known I was a mutant. Was born with the eyes. * Jack seems to lighten up just a tad. "Nice to meet you, Harry. If you can help with it, sure. Aside from puttin it in the microwave or turning on the hot water faucet, anyway." * Sally taps her sunglasses as she says that. * Harry nods, closes his eyes, and reaches across the table, no matter what the distance is, and begins to, slowly, enclose the entire thing in his hands, which grow and lose the gaps inbetween the fingers to accomodate. His skin pales as he does so. Just 'cause I heal fast, don't mean you can wail on me and I don't care. * Jack watches Harry's feat with wide blue eyes. "Wow." * Alex looks away. ... I betcha never lose at thumb wrasslin'. * Harry holds the whole thing towards Jack and says, in a soft voice, as a hole opens up in the top, "Here's... your ice back. You... said you could convert, right?" Eh, stop hitting yourself. :P * Harry 's skin holds color at 'one shade above albino' as he says this. ( See, what he needs to do is freeze the water into the shape of a big gourd that he can wear across his back, then fill the gourd with water. ) (By the way, Eric's not hitting him *hard*, he's just bappling him. :P) ( *stabs ND* ) [ Peter watches the showoffs and is duly impressed. He's also finished his burger and potatoes, so he goes to clean off his plate. ] * Alex finishes the apple and eats the core in two bites. * Sally looks suprised to see she's out of her over-creamed milk. * Daegal tilts his head at Eric. "Only time I hit myself is when I need my powers on fast. s'onea the things that suck 'bout my powers. Betcha Captain America doesn't hafta bash his head into a wall a half-dozen times or so ta be ready for a fight." * Jack nods and watches the Harry-encased ice for a while. "It might get a little warm," he cautions. As promised, the ice begins shedding water, cracking and popping as it melts at a remarkable speed. In a matter of moments the ice becomes water, and a few moments later that water begins to get hot. s'not quite as bad as gettin' shot, but it still hurts like a mofo. ...shot. * Harry grimaces and says with annoyance, "Yes, you got the hot part, can you take it back, or were you planning on cooking some pasta in there?" ... gotta say, though, the look on the goons faces when I walked in, glowin', face covered in blood... man, they *FREAKED*. Sorry! I imagine. Getting shot's gotta hurt. Never actually been shot. *mutters something under her breath* * Eric chuckles and gets himself up. "Eh, would ya rather me do something else?" So, is that how you found out you were a mutant, Daegal? You got shot? ... yeah. Ouch. What actually happened? * Daegal points to the bullet shaped scar on his right shoulder. "One." *points to the one an inch above his right eye* "Two." * Jack sticks his tongue out a bit, and a spout of water shoots up through the hole Harry's created, reforming another neat sphere of water above the other boy's hands. Okay. I'll just put it back. Sorry about the heat. Was before my healin' kicked in, so I still got scars. No scars since, thankfully. Woulda been gettin' pretty nasty lookin'. * Harry slowly pulls his hands back, once the water's gone, and even more slowly reforms them _into_ hands. His skin and hair are basically solid white now, and his eyes are just red. "It's okay. I'll..." he suddenly starts coughing. Why'd they shoot you, though? * Sally goes over to Harry, patting him lightly on the back. "You going to be okay?" * Eric frowns. * Daegal watches Sally walk over to Harry, frowns, and heads to the fridge to get some grub. * Harry coughs a few more times, then says, "I'm always sick, remember?" His skin slowly starts to regain color, and he starts eating things again. ...okay...Just don't hurt yourself, kiddo. * Jack furrows his brow as he looks at Harry. "Uhm. I'm sorry. Are you okay, Harry?" The water sphere floats back to Jack, arranges itself into a long coiled string of water, and threads itself into the open top of his backpack. * Sally returns to her seat, and looks at Daegal again. "Sorry if ya don' wanna talk about it, Daegal. Hm. So, Jack, you're the new kid...how'd you find out you could 'do water', as you put it?" She smiles, but it's a normal smile. Well, it is a bit smug, but it's definitely something a human's mouth should be able to do. * Harry nods slightly. "Yeah, I just... never tried that before. Figured if I was going to be here, I should learn how to do things besides change colors and shapes a little." He stuffs more food in his mouth. "Tiring, though." * Daegal nods absently back at Sally, and gets to work on making himself a sammich. Eh, people don't like ta talk about what pushed their powers. It's a sore spot for most. * Alex nods. Yeah. * Jack rubs his left shoulder with his right hand, as if massaging out a knot. He waits until Harry's finished--and until he's had a bit of time to make sense out of what the boy said, before answering Sally's question and Eric's both. Aww... Not everybody likes their powers, you know. Yeah, but you should learn how ta like yours. * Daegal piles cold cuts onto his sandwich. "I like my powers, mostly. Just don't like 'em tryin' to turn me into a masochist." Well, I don't mind so much. My dad runs a marina down in Savannah, and I help out whenever I can. One day I made a stupid mistake and got myself tangled up in a mooring line. The captain of the boat I'd unmoored didn't realize I was helping him in the first place... * Jack grins a little. "We figured that after I survived being keel-hauled, something was weird." * Eric snickers. Oh, really? So you breathe water, too? * Jack nods in response to Sally's query. That's gotta be handy. Well, actually, you just told us it's already been so. *chuckles a bit* Come on, anyone else want to share their story? They can't be all bad. Bet even the bad ones have something funny in them, like Jack's. *she smiles at Jack as she says this* Right? * Alex frowns. We -could- play Truth or Dare. That way, those who don't want to tell can... ( BAD through process. "I breathe water" -> "I breathe blood" -> Cannibal Corpse song title that I cannot type out as it's EXTREMELY non-kosher ) * Sally [grins]. Eh, well, I can make stuff. I, eh... let's just say someone got me too mad. * Sally nods. "I know how that is...that all ya wanna say, Eric?" * Jack nods again, though the reluctance of some of the other people in the room is not lost on him. "I don't know. Some people need to keep their secrets. It's only polite," he adds quietly. * Eric chuckles. "How it usually starts. Anyways, I don't think they've cleaned up the area yet. Plasma's highly explosive, you know..." * Harry looks over at Eric with a little surprise, then looks down and assembles some more food from the basket and begins eating it. * Daegal eats his sammich. ... and radiation's hazerdous to your health, too. * Jack looks around hesitantly for the means to make his own lunch. So, what aboot you Sally? * Eric smiles. [ This is a kitchen. Jack has many options available to his lunch- creating endeavors. ] Me? Like I said, I've always known I was a mutant. My brother and I both, actually. We were born with these eyes. Parents had to keep us blindfolded for the first ten months of our lives, until we were old enough to understand, "Keep your sunglasses on." We'd have blinded ourselves, otherwise. Or that's what the doctors said. Yeah, but what about the cat thing? * Jack shortly realizes his situation, and sets about making his own sandwich from whatever bread, cold cuts, and cheese he can lay his hands on. It's nothing fancy or grotesquely huge, just a nice big sandwich. * Eric scoffs. "Another sandwich maker." Oh, that? *[GRIN]* That one suprised everyone. I thought it was perfectly normal, of course. I mean...I've told you I don't really shapeshift, right? Eh, yeah. So how's it work? Well...I'm sort of both, all the time. It's just a matter of which one I concentrate on being... *she fades out, until even her [GRIN] disappears* * CheshireCat fades in, yellow eyes and [GRIN] first, sitting on the table. "See? I've been sitting here all along, too." * CheshireCat twitches her tail, twitch, twitch. Well, at least you're not of two minds. That's called schitzophrenia, dear. (|)_~ * Jack looks up at Eric, then Sally, then Alex. He doesn't say anything, if anything's even on his mind. He just eats his sandwich--no matter what Eric thinks of handy, versatile sandwiches. * Eric scratches CheshireCat on the head and starts petting her. * Daegal chews thoughtfully, and swollows. * CheshireCat leans into the petting, and puuurrrrrrrrrrrs with her eyes half- closed. ( No fair! Eric's keeping her from asking more questoins by distracting her! ) ( ^_~ ) * Harry focuses his attention on the cat idly, then says. with a little smile, "I could never decide if that was weird or not." Eh, I don't care. Ya ever know that I like cats? ... I could make a really bad joke right now, but my sensei'd throw me through a wall for talkin' like that. Puuuurrrrrwhy? purrrrrr. Okay, when the cat talks, then something is wrong. * CheshireCat is a purple talking cat with an abnormally large grin. What's wrong with that? * Eric grins. I don't see anything wrong with it. * Jack smirks at Daegal's comment, but keeps any comments to himself; at least, he does until the cat talks. "That really was weird. Cool, but weird." (... Throw in some quote marks, Eric.) I'm having flashbacks to Alice in Wonderland. ... Alex in Wonderland? OFF WITH HIS HEAD! Eric, can I have an axe? * Jack chuckles around his sandwich. (No. :P) * CheshireCat mutters lazilly between purrs, "I've often said my parents should have named me 'Alice'. Would be more poetic..." (That's just a thought.) * Eric shrugs and throws him an axe. ...you say away from me. * Daegal has an axe! He grins, metallic blue eyes sparkling a bit. "Who, me?" * Eric grins as he pets the kitty. It woulda. * Jack edges away from the guy with the axe. * Harry says, not seeming to care all that much anyway, "Oh, let him be." No axe murderer jokes, please. Oh, I'm not gonna chop ya or nothin'. s'just fun havin' a guy around that can gimme any random thing that comes to mind. *puts the axe down* Anything? * Alex relaxes a bit. * Eric tilts his head. "What'cha want?" ( A SHRUBBERY! ) ( Got that covered. ... ) * Jack looks at the axe. "Nothing, really. Couldn't you make yourself a lot of money or something, if you wanted?" * Harry starts eating again. * Eric chuckles. "Eh, yeah. It all goes away eventually, though." Without me holding it in place, it goes back to its original state. * Jack seems satisfied with the explanation. "Oh, okay. Cool." * CheshireCat curls up and graciously allows Eric to continue petting her, purring low in her throat. But for most things... * Eric makes a basketball and passes it to Jack. "It works just fine." ^^ * Jack catches the basketball and turns it over in his hands as if looking for some sign that it's anything other than an ordinary basketball. * CheshireCat opens one eye all the way. "But, can you make a cat?" * Harry blinks, then looks between Eric and the cat. "Wouldn't making living things be sorta... uh... ew?" * Jack looks up at Eric when Harry asks his question. * Eric shakes his head. "I can make a cat, but I can't make it live." So you can make a dead cat? Ew. If I really wanted to. ...that is ew. It, eh... it'd be nasty. Yeah, tack on the other ew onto this one, add some more ew on. Ew. * Harry rubs his hands together * CheshireCat begins to fade out again. This time, Sally fades in simultaneously, still sitting in her chair. * Eric stops petting and leans back. What about you, Harry? Or is your story too much a tale of woe to share? *stretches a bit, similarly to how the cat was moving when pet* ... can you make undead cats? Like, some kinda zombie cat? ( ...you just thought of that 'cuase I accidentally went to my real nick, didn't you. ) ... * Eric makes a zombie cat all-right. It walks torwards Daegal lifelessly for a minute or two before Eric has it vanish. Yes. * Harry gives Daegal a 'You're nuts' look, then gives ERIC a 'you're nuts' look, then turns his gaze to Sally. "I got sick, then I wasn't me anymore. It's not high drama." ... we gotta hire you out in Hollywood. You could make a killin' helpin' out with zombie movies. That's really cool, actually. Oh. So...being sick is a mutant power? *smiles gently, trying to illicit a laugh from the poor sick shapeshifter* Kinda frightening too. ^^; ( No, actually, Seg. For some reason, in my brain, the thought path goes dead -> undead -> ZOMBIE EAT BRAINS ) ( Ah. ) * Harry says with tinges of annoyance creeping into his voice, "No, it was just really painful really quick because suddenly my body wanted triple the food and energy I had on me. Have you ever cannabalized most of your body fat inside of an hour?" ( All the time. ) (Snicker.) Ow. Eh... Actually... Ah, so you're on the mutant diet, too. Mutant diet? What's that? And here I thought I was all badass for taking half a clip from a Mac- 10 in the back one time. * Harry shakes his head, then looks over at Alex. "Something like that, yeah." I'm sorry, kiddo. I guess I lucked out - I could survive eating just like a cat, if I wanted. ^^; Eric has mutant eating powers. He eats and eats and eats and never gains an ounce. He could eat an all you can eat buffet out of business. * Eric cracks his neck. "Eh, you've never seen me eat, have ya?" I've done it before. * Harry picks up a little food and looks over at Sally. "Don't worry about it. You wanted to know how it goes, that's how it goes. Sorry it wasn't more interesting." Least my powers help with that... don't actually try'n hurt me. It sucks when your powers come all at once like that, though. Oh, it was interesting. Hopefully, we'll figure something out for ya. *smile* * Jack looks baffled and impressed. So, anyone else want to tell? * Harry eats. "It does, and I don't know what you're trying to figure, Sally." Not me. I gotta get back to Brooklyn tonight. Oh, a way for you to get enough so you're not always sick. ...guess I won't be much help with that, I hate doctor's visits. * Alex remains silent. And since I can't drive... Daegal, do you commute here every day or something? Nah. Just go back'n forth when the guys back home need me. * Harry rubs his head. "I was sick before I was a mutant, Sally." He looks over at Daegal again. * Eric snerks. "Com'on Deagal, I can drive ya if you want." I can run pretty fast when my powers're on, though... really? Kickass! I was just gonna go find Miya, have'er kick me in the ribs a few times to get my powers goin', then run back to the city. * Sally purses her lips as she regards Harry for a minute. "Hm. Well, we're here for ya now, kiddo." Com'on, I can fly. You saw me fly in! What makes you think I can't drive? Couldn't you get bright-girl to just 'port ya there, Dae? Don't think she can 'port that far. Fly? Like, a plane? * Daegal shrugs. "s'a coupla hour drive. Didn't wanna make ya go outta yer way if I didn't hafta. If yer willin' to, though, I'd appreciate it. Miya kicks HARD." * Harry looks at Sally curiously, then just goes back to eating. Hey, before you go, Eric. You never answered. * Eric nods. Eh, yeah Sally? Remind me. ^^; * Sally beeps Eric's nose. "Why you like cats so much." * Eric 's nose is beeped. "I'm just a cat person." ^_^ * Jack finishes off his sandwich and grabs his duffel bag again. "Uh, excuse me. Where should I put my stuff?" * Harry says a little flatly, "That takes on a whole new meaning here." Oh, really? Well, you certainly know how to pet 'em. C'mon, Jack. We'll find you a room somewhere. Okay. Thanks! * Sally looks to Jack. "Right. Let's go find him a good one, shall we, Alex?" * Eric chuckles. Eh, anyways, ask. I'll take you flying sometime. ^_^ * Sally drags Jack off to the bedroom wing of the mansion, Alex in tow as well. * Eric chuckles as Sally does her thing. * Jack is dragged along. [ And so they went off to do things. Session End! ]