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Post by Jubilee on Mar 28, 2010 3:12:12 GMT -4
((Open BBQ at the X-Mansion! Playing Jubes as Always Been An X-Man but canon's such a flexible thing in the Twilight zone))
One of the few things Jubilee really liked about outside at Xavier's, was that they had this pool. It was like seriously, ginormous. And blue, blue, blue, all the way to the bottom. Which depending on which end she was swimming in, was seriously like two times her height. So she stayed away from that end. There were a few people around here that thought cannonballs were pretty hilarious, and she was naming no names.
...Bobby.
Besides, right now she was lazing on one of the recliners and working on her tan. In the hopes of furthering that aim, she was wearing one of the smaller bikinis in her wardrobe in sunshiney yellow. It was a yellow kind of day! Summer was here, and some of the guys were pontificating over how best to bbq, and seriously, it smelled good. She was gonna grab some of that later, probably after she'd had a dip in the pool.
Jubilee yawned, and debated turning over to work on her back, eyes closed behind her pink Raybans. Stretched a little, and wiggled her toes. Man, she was so lazy. She didn't even feel like making that bit of effort.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 28, 2010 20:34:49 GMT -4
((Same note as the lovely Juju. Let’s see if I can still write the Ragin’ Cajun. I may be a bit rusty.))
Now this was the life. Sure, New York didn’t get the heat that good ol’ N’awlins got, but days like this, winter was far enough off that Remy could forget that for a while.
Slipping a pair of dark sunglasses down over his eyes, the Cajun man sauntered out of the mansion clad in a pair of red and black swim trunks, a white towel draped around his neck. The grills were fired up, a few people were already splashing around in the massive swimming pool, but it was on one of the reclining deck chairs that his eyes lingered, a slow smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.
“Dere’s somet’in’ cookin’ out here dat smells très magnifique,” Remy drawled as he approached where Jubilee lay, baking in the sun. Crouching down behind her chair, he folded his arms on the back of it and rested his chin on them, grinning down at her. “An’ I do believe it look good enough t’ eat aussi.”
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Post by Tatiana on Mar 30, 2010 20:50:35 GMT -4
((Ok, so lets just say I'm at the party. Long time ago I was at the mansion.))
With a tray balanced on both hands, Tati used her hip to open a door. Oh sure, the guys might have been working on the bbq, but desserts were her territory. She had probably made at least four different kinds for today. Overkill, yes, but it was sooo much fun. Forget the swimming or sunning. She was going to feed people.
Tatiana waved to some people over towards the pool after she had set down her latest creations on a long table. Taking some utensils out of her apron pocket, Tati began to cut the red velvet cake into small pieces. She had used a light yellow food coloring to make the cream cheese icing look nice and summery. A spoon went into the banana pudding and some powered suger got shaken over the double layer chocolate fudge cake.
Tati took off her apron and brushed some stray flour off her tshirt. Ok, so maybe a clothing change would be good for the party. But then again, she didnt really plan on swimming, so her cutoff jean shorts and old ratty tshirt should be ok. Now all she had to do was keep the desserts stocked up and plates and cups on hand.
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Post by Havok on Mar 31, 2010 10:35:15 GMT -4
Alex stoked the fires of the grill one more time, mostly to kill time while he waited for Guido to bring out the meat so that they could get this party good and started. Alex had been chosen to handle grill duties since he didn't need a spatula to handle the meat. Lately, all of the Mansion's spatulas had disappeared and were found broken, apparently due to cold stress. Alex wasn't naming any names...
...Bobby.
...But he had to wonder just what the perpetrator was doing with those things. Then again, maybe he didn't want to know.
Regardless, Alex was enjoying himself. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt and some khaki cargo shorts, things he hadn't worn in quite some time. The sun was bright and shiny, and its radiance warmed him in that odd, soothing way that he had come to expect from his powers. He noticed Tatiana bringing out several desserts and thought to himself, Great, we'll have dessert before we have dinner.
"Guido!" he yelled at the kitchen. "What's taking so long with that meat!"
He walked over to the table that should have had all kinds of food on it and only had dessert and a nice side salad and looked at all the desserts that Tati had brought out.
"Jesus Christ, woman, you're going to make us all fat." He said it with his usual joking manner, a slight joking tone in his voice and a completely deadpan face. It all looked delicious, as per usual. But it wasn't a barbecue without grilled hot dogs, hamburgers, and ribs.
"Well, you're going to make Guido fat. I just hope he leaves enough for the rest of us."
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Post by Jubilee on Apr 1, 2010 7:19:16 GMT -4
Jubilee rolled her eyes behind the shades, looking up at the smirking Cajun. He was totally getting in her sun too. Maybe just his head, but she needed that sun for her skin. Otherwise how else was she to get that golden glow?
"Well, do you mean my coconut suntan oil, or the barbeque? Because cannibalism is frowned on in civilized lands, Gumbo," she said and brought her hands up behind her head. Letting her eyelashes dip, she smiled a little at him anyway, because she was in a good mood. Inclined to share it around, rather than snap at him to keep his eyes to himself.
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Post by Tatiana on Apr 4, 2010 19:15:51 GMT -4
"Hahaha, very funny." Tati laughed. "Its not my fault you men havent done your jobs right." She pointed to another very empty table. "I believe that is where the men are supposed to have their shares of todays meals. They said they wanted me to make desserts...and I did."
She shrugged. "Ok, so maybe it was overkill. But dont you worry about not getting any, there are a few back in the fridge that I havent brought out yet. Any requests?" Tati made a face at him. That would show him to be a slacker. Men were so predictable. Late and greedy. Oh, and they told lame jokes.
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Post by Havok on Apr 6, 2010 9:01:27 GMT -4
"None in particular," Alex replied. He wasn't that big on sweets to begin with, though that banana pudding looked pretty good.
"And I have been doing my job, thank you very much. Guido dropped the ball this time. Or maybe he didn't. I don't know. Bobby or Jacob or Sam could have sabotaged him. You know how those three are." Speaking of those three, he hadn't noticed them outside. It was making him a bit anxious.
"Speaking of my job, I should probably get back to doing it. Wouldn't do to have Guido bring the meat out and the coals not be hot enough to do some grilling on." He waved at Tati as he went back to the grill, opening it to make sure that the coals were still burning. They had begun to soften up, so he picked up a plastic tray and began to fan them. It caused smoke to flare up out of the grill and sting his eyes, but that was the price one paid for delicious, delicious charcoal-cooked food.
He looked around the pool, and actually smiled. Everyone was bright and happy. The sun was shining and beautiful. Even more beautiful was the sight of Guido coming out of the kitchen with a great big tray of meat. Now the fun could begin.
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Post by norisurge on Apr 8, 2010 1:41:32 GMT -4
(omg wut. I fail at life and didn't see this. Hope no one minds me crashing too terribly Surgey shall be a newly promoted to x-men x-(wo)man....yeah. Like her bio says. Shutting up now. XD) The sun was bright. Too bright. People were happy. Too happy. None of these things contributed to making one Noriko Ashida's mood any better, however the six pack of beers dangling off the ends of her fingers seemed promising. If she was going to join in on the 'festivities' she figured a few beers wouldn't hurt, and if anyone felt the need to point out her being under age, then they'd just get a nice little zap to the gut. Appearance wise, Nori looked a bit of a sight. Clunky boots led up to slender, bare legs covered by a pair of heavily frayed, cut off denim shorts which were paired with a blindingly bright yellow tank top, which sort of (read: very much so,) clashed with her pom-pom-pigtailed style blue hair, and of course the large, garish silver gauntlets on her arms did nothing to make her any less eye catching. Did she care how she looked? As if. Looking a bit sullen, and generally pissed off in the direction of the entire world, Nori skulked out into the yard, and somehow managed to find her way to an empty chair without much hassle or need to converse with anyone. Plopping herself down into the chair, Nori set the beers down, pulling one off and popping it's top before she stretched her legs out before her and reclined back in the chair. (At least reclined as much a stiff little lawn chair would allow, anyways.) Muttering something under her breath, Nori raised the beer to her lips and took a long drink, swallowing it with a satisfied sigh. Now all she needed was to be left alone until the food was done, and she'd be somewhat happy.
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Rahne
Training Mutant
Having a cane and being a doctor doesn't make me House
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Post by Rahne on Apr 15, 2010 10:29:57 GMT -4
One of the good things about being a werewolf was that you could go swimming, and no one expected you to wear a swimsuit. Fur was more then good enough - and Rahne really didn't think she was to blame for the filter getting clogged that time. She'd seen the mess that had come out of it, and most of the fur had been blue. She, manifestly, was not blue-furred at all. Which bluefurred individual it was the fault of was currently still up to debate.
Claws tickticking on tile, Rahne headed for the pool past the food tables but she did stick her nose up to give them an appreciative sniff. Right now, the meat cooking on the grill smelled the best, but she'd change her mind once she shifted back to being a lass again. In fact at the moment, the idea of cooking the meat felt wrong somehow.
Jumping into the pool, head quickly surfacing, Rahne kept her muzzle above water and doggypaddled. Or wolfpaddled, which was possibly a more accurate description. Just enjoying the water and her swim before eating.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Apr 21, 2010 20:02:47 GMT -4
(Sweet monkey Christmas, I missed this. It's good to be home.)
"Guido! What's taking so long with that meat!"
In another time and place, there were so many ways he could have come back at this extremely poor choice of words. This time, unfortunately, Guido was a little preoccupied.
Guido had entered the walk-in cooler to retrieve the assorted hamburger patties, bratwursts and steaks, normally a simple enough process. For some reason, though, someone had seen fit to leave a very fine, thin sheet of ice on the floor, and freeze the meat with enough ice to preserve a wooly mammoth. Guido didn't want to name names...
....Bobby.
But there would be time enough for that later. Guido carefully picked himself up off the floor and groped around for his goggles that had fallen off and skittered away on impact. It was always frustrating to look for your glasses when you can't see to look for the frickin' things.
His sight restored, Guido gritted his teeth and smashed a couple of handholds into the block of ice, ripping it from the shelf with a earsplitting screech. Teeth grinding, he hoisted the block on his shoulder, adjusted his chef hat and "Smooch the Cook" apron, and marched outside to the grill.
He dropped the block in front of Alex, and sighed. "Sorry the meat's kinda shriveled, it's pretty cold."
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Post by norisurge on Apr 22, 2010 6:12:30 GMT -4
Great. Just great. Not only did she not get her wish of being left alone. she had to endure the happy rambling of peppy-time Skipper. Sneering quietly to herself, Nori turned a bored look on Tatiana and her snacks, just staring at her silently for a moment or two, there might have even been a blink in there somewhere.
"No thanks." She said simply, turning her gaze away, and tilting her head back for another long, slow, drink. Sure her 'socializing' wasn't exactly top notch, but why did she have to be happy to socialize? Couldn't she just be surly and quiet, and survey everyone else's good time? That sounded like a fun time to her.
Side glancing Tatiana for a moment, and feeling an overwhelming wave of needing to appease the girl, Surge sighed melodramatically, reached forward and took a single chip off the offered plate. Holding it up for Tati to see, Nori flashed a brief, and unconvincing smile before slumping back in her chair once more, and crunching on the snack.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Apr 22, 2010 9:42:37 GMT -4
OOC: might as well get my feet wet XD And once upon a very long time ago, Athena/Christine was an X-Men. Very long time ago
Christine was settled under a tree, close to the pool, yet at the same time not. Her nose was buried in some long forgotten tome from the library (at least, that's what it appeared she was reading - buried within the depths of the thick tome was some racy supernatural romance novel that she was currently hooked on). She brought the book down and watched the others, a small smile gracing her lips as she settled back to people watch.
New names and faces, hard to keep up with all the changes. But change was part of the X-Men motto. If not, it should be. She set the book down on the grass and silently padded over to the pool, telekinetically changing her jeans and white blouse to a simple blue bathing suit. She offered a small smile to the perky SoCal firecracker and the Ragin' Cajun before settling at the edge of the pool, staring into the sparkling depths.
She raised her head and glanced over at the grill, watching Guido talking with ..Alex.. was it? She'd have to ask Guido later to help her with all the new names - he seemed to know them better then her. Well, that's what she got for being a bookworm and not socializing with the others all that often. She brought her hand up to her mouth to laugh at the rather frozen food.
"Hey, Guido, maybe we should just call the local pizza place and order. Because it'll be a hell of a long time before that thaws," she called over, a faint Gaelic lilt to her voice. She frowned for a second as the sun vanished before glancing up to see who was standing behind her, blocking her sun.
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Post by Havok on Apr 22, 2010 11:38:01 GMT -4
Alex looked at the frozen block of meat in front of him, and silently cursed Bobby's existence. Why would he do these things? Honestly, it didn't make any sense. And the Iceman still hadn't shown up to this party, and neither had Sam or Jacob, his usual partners in crime. Alex made a mental note to keep an eye out for them. They would probably wind up doing something insane like creating a diving board out of ice that was attached to the roof of the Mansion and then having a cannonball competition. Sam would win by using his powers to rocket himself into the sky, at which point the other two would argue with him over the "rules."
He would keep an eye on the roof in the meantime, not like he'd be able to stop it from happening. He looked over the meat again, and said to Guido, "No worries, Guido." He extended his hand over the meat and began pumping energy over them, to defrost them. "I'll warm up your meat."
Now, Alex knew exactly what it was he was saying, and exactly what the implications of his words were. He was doing it on purpose. It was an old barbecue tradition to make meat jokes until one of the participants broke out into laughter. Alex felt he might win this competition, as since he was a Summers, he never laughed.
"This could take a while, there's a lot of meat."
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Post by Gambit on Apr 22, 2010 16:34:39 GMT -4
“Y’ wouldn’t be insinuatin’ dat I ain’ civilised, would y’, p’tite?” Remy feigned insult. With her arms behind her head, it brought them rather close to his own and he just couldn’t help himself. Swiftly, he leaned over and gave Jubilee’s elbow a quick and painless nip with his teeth before jumping to his feet and out of swinging range.
Taking a moment to scope out the latecomers, the Cajun’s eyebrows raised as Guido brought not a platter of uncooked meat to the barbeque, but a rather large, rather solid block of ice. Mon Dieu, they’d be there til Christmas waiting for that to thaw out! It was no wonder how dinner had gotten that way, not that Remy would name any names...
... Bobby...
Luckily for them, mutant abilities weren’t just for fighting the ‘good’ fight. Even before the food hit the grill, the usual contest of innuendo began. “I bet y’ say dat t’ all de hommes,” he called across to Alex.
Just a normal day of rest for the X-Men.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Apr 22, 2010 16:48:33 GMT -4
Christine choked on a laugh as she heard both what Remy and Alex said. Oh, God, at this rate, they might as well build apartments and charge rent at the gutter the X-Men frequented with all this racy humor. Remy would be the mayor or something, at least. "You two are horrible," she mock sniffed, amusement atwinkle in her blue eyes. "Seriously."
Her eyes widened as she realized she had left her book and she could just see Remy finding it. Crap, there went her reputation as the prim, proper young lady she appeared to be. She smothered a groan and glanced over at the Cajun. Nope, not near her book. Thank heaven for little favors.
She sighed and glanced skyward. Well, things were looking up. Peace and quiet - what a rarity these days..
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