But, We Were Having Fun! The Leadup To Go On The Mission
But, We Were Having Fun! The Leadup To Go On The Mission
Earlier. The rules were set, before the game started, and they were all having fun with one another, as a family, while working up a bit of a sweat, and enjoying each others company. But because the players were uneven, it would be unfair to pick sides, unless someone was going to act as goalie. So, it was decided on, it would be a friendly game of mutant b-ball, so they could all use their powers, to an extent. Overuse to the point of cheating, was penalized by a point loss. However, it was a free-for-all, and the goal was to land as many hoops as you could. Distractions, to trick one out of the ball in hand and play were fair game. So, too, was trash-talking, welcome, just as long as it did not cross a line. Destroying the ball, was penalized, by having to pay for the replacement, out of that mutant’s pocketbook, not one, but two new ones. Paying for one, was bad enough but having to pay for a spare, usually did the trick, to prevent further mishaps, of ball destruction. That one was usually reserved for Logan, and his claws. But considering Morph could change to him, or anyone else, the ball could be wrecked beyond use. Gambit could kinetically charge it up, and blow-up the ball. While Rogue could destroy it, with her superhuman strength. Same with Jubilee, blasting it with her destructive plasmoids. So that rule applied to all of them.
“So, where’s that rich snob of a boy-toy of yours? Never came by for Gambit’s beignets.”
“Yeah, Ah had to keep Morph from drooling all over them, when he already had his share. Oops, sorry sugar, didn’t mean to offend.”
“You’re good, I still go by he him, as well as recently using, they, it all depends on the day, it’s fine. Still trying to figure things out, with my gender journey. I’m not just non-binary, given my powers, I’m also gender-fluid as well, is what Beast called me. I have to agree. Because when I look like this, I’m neither male or female. By the way, never turn your back on a hungry shapeshifter, or you’ll find food missing. No matter how high up you fly to try to hide it. We’re a very sneaky and tricky bunch by nature. Especially when it’s Remy’s tasty beignets. By the way, I ate all the leftovers, you snooze, you lose, and what rich boy-toy doesn’t know, won’t hurt him; how it was so yummy, and so good, mmmm.”
“Hah huh, ha, ha, ha, merci, and you looking to put on weight? You gonna if you keep eating like that.” Playfully pat tickling the shapeshifter’s belly area, who let out a girlish squeal, and giggles, as they ran off toward the guy who had the ball. “You already look like you carrying a dough baby in there, who Remy is sure will be as sweet as you,” he charmingly says.
“Yeah, and I’m doing it, cause I wanna look like Jean, so Logan stops being so distracted, or stay that way, while I do this,” snatching the ball while looking like said mutant, and switching back, as they had the ball, to their older looking male body, to land a hoop. “Woo! Put another point under my Mutant Name!” Reverting to their true greyish white form.
“Cheat! I, I want a redo, a do-over. You used your powers, too much, and that was cheating.”
“Sorry, old man, we’re allowed to use our powers. Make as many baskets as we can in 30 minutes. Not my fault you got distracted by a pretty face. Or maybe it was my pretty face. Force of habit, sometimes I forget I don’t need to change back to my male form, but can revert to my true form now. Actually, I am, looking to put on weight, I still need to get up to a healthy weight. I’m still far too skinny for my height, unless I fake it, my BMI is not in the ideal range. I have lost so much weight and muscle, after, you know, so I was so unhealthy.” Now with the ball Morph was trying to keep it away from the others bouncing it, trying to not get it snatched away.
“Not your fault mon ami, you know this.”
“I know, but even now, after coming back, I’m still not back up at my usual weight, even Beast is concerned. He said I need to be healthy both physically as well as mentally. So, I do need to be getting a few extra calories here and there. Hey! Grr, fine, take your shot. Ha, missed! So, putting it out there now, if food is left out, and I have the munchies, it will go missing with me around.”
“You’re gonna get as fat as the Blob, if you keep that up,” Logan comments, still having the ball trying to attempt to make a shot, and actually did sink a hoop this time.
“Quit being so mean to me,” Morph chokes out in a sad sounding voice, “I can’t help if I’m getting bigger, did you ever stop to think that maybe I’m eating for 2, ever think of that?!”
“What? Since when, with, huh!” Morph grabbed and threw the ball and it went in! “Oh, you little shit!”
“Score, I scored,” and started doing Beavis and Butthead impersonations and laughs like them. “No, I scored, Beavis! Knock it off butt-munch, I scored! No, I scored first! Are you threatening me?! The Great Cornholio, scored! Oh yeah, but I at least got sloppy seconds!” Giggling away like the two adolescent miscreants and like themselves.
Logan smirks raising an eyebrow, “You done?”
Making weird noises and acting like Beavis does when he’s buzzed up on too much sugar and caffeine, among other substances. Giggling away and shaking vibrating, like he was on a major sugar high, or, something. “Too, much, sugar, too much beignets.”
“Need a shot of insulin, or are we good? Because I think we would all like to keep playing. By the way, kid, I know you’re still a virgin, I at least scored. You just like to pretend you scored, when you only do it in bed, by yourself, playing in bed, with your forms.” Snatching the ball from Morph, runs up and slam-dunks it! “Now. We’re even.”
“Oh, mah gosh, but if that red, or pink cheeks don’t say it all. Oh, hon, no need to feel embarrassed, we’ve all done it, mahself included.”
Gambit chuckles, “Oui, Gambit likes Solitaire, and it helps him out, to shuffle his cards.”
“Uh, me too, I need to uh, shoot my fireworks off too sometimes, and well, I see fireworks.”
“Ahem, me too, I uh…like to,” sheathing and unsheathing his claws a few times.
“This is why I love you guys so much, we can just be open and honest with each other, like this, without shame, and just be ourselves.”
“Yeah. Now if I can just get him to see that and open up about his powers.”
“Oh? Say, uh, if our guest is coming out to meet us, should I put on my best face, so as not to freak him out? You mentioned you got a little freaked out and slightly creeped out by me shifting to you. Wouldn’t want a repeat with this new kid, until he’s prepared for it.” (For those of you who don’t know X-Men TAS, The Night of the Sentinels part 1.)
“Nah, you’re good, just be yourself. Too little too late for that anyhow, between seeing Beast, somebody else gave him a warm welcome, already. Speaking of. Do you know where he is? I figured he would be out here, by now. I told him we were having a game of basketball later on after breakfast, and to come meet a few of the others. Might not be his thing, but he could watch at least and meet the rest of the team. I figured it may even get him to show off his powers if he sees us using ours so openly for fun.”
“I haven’t smelled him, since I scared the crap out of him, in the Danger Room.”
“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, you didn’t, did you really?”
“Yeah, gave him a playful taste of my claws, because he was disrespecting Jubilee.”
“Oh, of course then, papa bear Wolverine’s got to rough the kid up a bit, to smarten him up.”
“Looked scared shitless after I got through with teaching him some respect, around the ladies, and that throwing money around ain’t gonna get him very far in life.”
“Oooh, bet that didn’t go over too well, huh? I’ll bet he’s still in the bathroom then, after taking a bath or shower while scrubbing and scraping the mess he made, off of his pants.”
“Eww. Not funny, Morph.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, might have had a little oopsie in his britches, after he realized I wasn’t a video game hologram, like he figured, and told him off.”
“Come on, give it here!”
The team was having fun and joking a bit, as Scott looked on disapprovingly of their fun game, which, he could have joined in on, at any time.
Singsongingly, “Jubilee’s growing up, because she’s got a boyfriend, oooh,” making kissing sounds.
Smiling and rolling her eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Morph.”
“Not. Yet. So, you keep talking about him, but never spilled it, so, who exactly is Mr. Wonderful, Cutie-Pie, what’s his name?”
“What’s yours?”
“I asked you first.”
“Roberto da Costa.”
“Oh, I heard of the famous da Costa family, owns a lot of places around town. So, your little boyfriend does come from money.”
“Bet that little rich brat, probably never had a spanking in his life. He may just get one, if he misbehaves.”
“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, you didn’t!”
“Only threatened to do it. Had to make sure he knows he won’t be able to get away with that under my watch. So, I’ll say it now, no funny business, I will be watching, hearing, and especially, smelling for it. So, if he comes back and decides to stick around, and I catch a whiff of either of your hormones going out of control, I’ll be in there, to break you two apart before it gets that far. And Storm will be right there behind me, putting you both in a cold shower, right after.”
“Oh, you mean… Jubilee and Roberto, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then I’m the one stuck as the baby carriage,” ending it all by transforming into one and crying like a baby!
“Exactly, took him aside and I told him, flat out the rules, around here. If you want to date her, you can, but, fair warning, if I ever find Jubilee knocked up, before she turns 18, I’ll knock him out, starting with my hand on his bare ass. Took off running, smart kid.”
“Jerk!!” Throwing the ball at his head, which missed, causing the ball to go smashing through the window and broke a picture, a very important one, where Jean and Scott were in the study. Because Logan was smart enough, to have the audacity, to duck!
“Oooh, did I say something wrong? Awww, so you do like him. How cute. Look, cool your jets, kid, if he likes you back, he’ll be back. But he better behave himself, is all. I never said you two couldn’t hang out and even date, if you like him, and he likes you back. I said you could. But you are still a teenager, for a while yet, until you are a legal young adult. So, you don’t get to do, adult things, until then, that’s my rules. So, until you, and him, if that’s the case, will wait until you are of age, to start to think about ruining your lives, only, after you both turn 18. Preferably waiting until you are 20, or at least married. Until then, I had better not, smell that smell, I smell on Jean, right now, for the next month or so, on you, because he got you pregnant, before you’re married or far worse, of legal age, of consent, to do that. Or I may just have to make due on my threat, or find me a shotgun. Capeesh. Because I’ll know, I can smell all hormones, including the pregnancy one. So, if you’re off your menstrual cycle, because you’re in a family way, I will know, long before you ever find out, and then you will really find out, when I have to come in and deal with the both of you. That’s why I had to scare him off with a very real threat, that if he breaks my, very reasonable rule, I might add, about having sex before you’re of age, or until you’re married, someone’s ass will be grass.”
“Grr, ooh, why you.” Growling, half embarrassed and indignant and mostly, because of what Logan did or threatened to do to Roberto, Jubilee blasts Logan back with her powers, leaving him flat out on his face, and chuckling about it!
Yup, so she does have a crush on the kid, after all. Knew it, he chuckles, smugly, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”
Jean asks, “Jubilee, what are you doing?”
“Bozo here scared Roberto off. Cyclops, what if those creeps with the Sentinel gizmos find him?”
Sighing, “Logan, go take that nose of yours and go find the kid.” Growling, as to be expected. “And take Jubilee.” Which she jumped excitedly! “Actually, all of you could stand to act a little more like X-Men. Go with them.”
“Hey now, we didn’t do a dang thing.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth!”
Poking a finger into Scott’s chest, “Jean may dig the Boy Scout routine, Summers, but I don’t much go in for being bossed around!”
And there it was, Morph was about ready to have a say, or at the very least, have to step in, to put the fire out before it got out of control, when Logan looked like he was ready to deal with Summers in his own, special way, for ‘talking to him’ the way he did. Specially made worse when, there it was, that nasty, warning, flash, of Scott’s blasts, itching to get out. Something else was itching to come out, too, no doubt, Logan’s claws. Anything was fair game. Scott daring to blast Logan, with that, challenge me, and my authority, flash, was ticking both Logan and now Morph off. Scott should be thankful Jean is having his baby, because, that deadly look Logan was sporting, that said, — well at least to Morph, — silently, I’m gonna cut your head off, namely the one in your pants!
“Cry me a river, Wolverine!”
“Logan.” Jean says calmly and Morph guessed, telepathically too, no doubt, all while giving him, a look. “Find Roberto. Please.”
Logan rescinded his anger. But still got his say in, about the way their leader had been acting, especially recently. “What Gyrich did was pretty horrible. But want to know the worst part about the Professor being gone? You,” Logan says, smashing the truth right in the pretty boy’s face.
Good, he needed to hear it. Butt crack hole.