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Dawn broke as usual around 9am
The twins had made a pit stop in the kitchen before walking out through the food court, then out onto the patio area were several porch tables and chairs were stationed. With a fresh, cherry pie in one hand and plates with forks in the other, Jayden glanced at his twin. "You think this will go smoothely?"
"Nothing ever does." Jaden replied with a pitcher of milk in his right hand and a whipped cream container in the other. They set everything out on the tables as they waited for Rex and the others.
The twins could see
Waya and Rex coming towards the outdoor patio, flanked by the others.
Phinagin was right behind Rex ready for anything. He knew there was a chance that he was overreacting, but he figured someone here had to since everyone else seems to be forgetting about the hospitalized people and the several sentinels on the grounds.
They hadn't forgotten. Or at least
Junior hadn't any way. He was still keeping his distance, utilizing his camouflage more than he had probably ever used it in recent months. His body was coiled like a spring, ready to snap at the moment this Rex guy decided he wanted to do anything to hurt any of them. Since Waya had been closest to him since this thing began, it would probably he her he chose first. Junior's single mindedness towards her had faded somewhat since the incident in the kitchen a few months ago. Since their little love triangle had become a messy little ordeal with Waya's slip, he'd kept his distance. He may have been keeping his distance, but that didn't mean he was any less protective of the girl he'd grown up with like a sister.
"Nothing like dessert for breakfast."
Jaden said with a smile, gesturing for them to sit as his twin cut out slices for everyone. They would have to be sure to give the others in the danger room some as well. "Hope you aren't lactose intolerant..er
r...what was your name again? We whipped the cream ourselves last night."
Jeremy was tapping at his own arm as he though, frowning down towards the floor. They were putting themselves out there on a limb... but it wasn't like they hadn't done worse in their days... and with a much more dangerous looking person.
Rex walked along, even though he knew that they were all around him like this because they were worried he was going to attack, it felt good to have an honour guard. He turned his head as the twins spoke to him, sitting down slowly and letting out a weak groan as his legs relaxed and he felt the burning muscles get some rest. "Rex" he replied to the question about his name "And... what's whipped cream?" He looked down at the cherry pie on the table that they were cutting up "what's lactose?"
"Cream is a byproduct of milk." Jaden summed up. "It's delicious."
Jayden slid a plate with pie and whipped cream on the top toward Rex, then handed him a fork. "At least we hope you think so." He paused and repeated himself, "SO- what's with the mysterious-ness?"
Waya sat and kept her mouth shut for now. Hospitality and pie might make him open up a bit more, o at least lower his guard so she might scan something from the top of his mind. She was pretty sure she didn;t want to go too deep.
The twins passed out pie to the others and stood, leaning on the table on both sides of Rex, quite interested in what his face looks like. He was hidden mostly under a hood and wondered if he would be cute or not.
Rex pulled the bowl close, and not realising what the twins were doing, pulled down the cloth covering his mouth and nose. The large eyes made his button nose look even smaller, his defined chin and cheek bones were probably more symptoms of starvation than anything, but the teeth in his quite wide mouth were surprisingly well preserved, if a little dirty looking. He took a mouthful of pie, chewed it, then winced slightly as if he'd bitten into something hard. "Shweet" he said, mouth full, and looking as if he wasn't quite used to this flavour, even as he started cutting himself a new piece of his pie.
The boys smiled when he went for another bite after exposing his face. He was no pretty boy, but they weren't in the position to be choosey. Anyone who know the twins, knew what they were up to. "So what's on your mind, sweetcheeks?"
"You're the ones with questions. I'm just here to find him" Rex said, looking around the the food court slowly. Weird... kinda empty really "The... uhhh... holidays or something?" He wasn't quite used to that word, but he'd heard about it, and he knew schools had them... This was just... felling... strange. Rex just had to find him.
"'Him?" Jayden repeated.
"And you said you wont know who it is until you see him, right?" Jaden asked. "So what exactly do you plan on doing once you find him...if whoever it is, IS here that is." he asked, trying to keep everything hypothetical.
"I might recognise him... I've seen a photo or two" Rex said through his mouthfuls, stirring some cream into the pie pieces left behind "But they're kinda blurry. After I find them... well, I just hope they'll do what's right by me. I mean I got all this way to find them." Waya might be able to pick up a small waive of a lie... he wanted to do a little more than talk to this man.
"'They'll do what's right by you'?" a twin asked, not really liking how that was worded. "Does this person know who you are? Maybe you could describe him to us?" He knew well that the others hadn't seen him before. Perhaps Rex was looking for one of the adults?
The other twin lifted his brows and held his hand underneath Rex's chin. "You've got some cream on your face..." he whispered, easing closer, ready to lick it off.
"Maybe it's one of the kids on holiday that you're looking for." Phinagin said, thinking he might be able to help the twins get a description. "If we recognize him we could call him and let him know there is someone here looking for him."
Waya stiffened, not because it looked as if one of the twins were about to soul kiss their grungy guest, but because she;d detected the slightest slip of a lie when rex had said he wanted to talk to the man he was searching for. Man, at least that narrowed it down to ether Junior or Rhydian. Unless of course he wasn't even looking for one of their group. "Do you at least know this guy's name?" She asked. "Or have one of those photographs you mentioned?
Rex shook his head "Didn't manage to bring the photographs here with me, I admit. But I know his name, yeah, and it's not one of the kids." He blinked as he felt the tongue licking across his cheek, but seemed to be nothing more than a little misplaced; as if he wasn't sure if this was normal practise around here. "Uh... thanks" he said after a moment.
"And what's the name?" Jaden asked as he watched his twin push his luck with Rex. He stepped over to the other side of him and eased in. The twins placed their hands on his shoulders and rolled their thumbs over them. Did these two already have the hots for the new guy?! It was very likely given their history.
"Uhhh..." the twins would be able to feel layers of cloth and not much else, in fact Rex hadn't much else beneath the cloth, just bone, skin and muscle. It felt really weird though. "How old are you two?" he asked. That was something they hadn't asked, how old he was. He looked like he could have been an age from theirs to thirty, he hadn't exactly lived a soft life.
"Hmm... you seem better at avoiding a question then we are. There is much we can learn from you." the twins flirted, still calling him out on it and not exactly answering his own question about their age.
"Alright." Waya said standing sharply. Her tone was angry and it wasn't quite obvious whether or not she traveled via shadow to close the distance between the three of them or not, but she had moved fast, faster than the twins were accustomed to seeing her move without the aid of shadows. She grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and moved the from Rex's immediate location. "Put it back in your fucking pants." She growled at them, but again, it wasn't obvious whether she was mad at them for flirting with a guy they thought was here to possibly kill them all, or if she was simply angry at Rex's constant tiptoeing around their questions. she turned on Rex and said, "Name. Now." She growled. "Who the hell are you looking for? I wanna know now or you're going to find yourself in a very dark, very frightening place for a very long time."
Phinagin was glad that Waya had stepped in because he found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable with the twin's actions. He wasn't, however, prepared for her sudden demand of Rex.
"Too late" Rex growled, a prickle going down his neck as an image surface in his mind, the kind of image that stank in Waya's mind from it's foetid strength. Old stone walls, the soft clink of... chains, yes, it must be chains, barely any light, the constant smell of the sewer. Rex lowered his arm slowly onto the table, it made a surprisingly thick, metallic clunk when it landed, the cloth only just muffling the sound. "Last name... is Burd. I've been sketchy about the first name, but at least I have that name."
The twins, still in the vice-strong grip of Waya's fists, smirked. Finally, an answer. No doubt he was meaning to speak with Mr Burd, Eliza's Dad. Their eyes glanced up at where they knew a security cam was located in the corner of the patio. No doubt she heard that. "See? Now was that so hard, wildflower?" they asked him with smiles.
Waya took a step back. Not physically, but mentally when he through those walls up. Had it not been for the stank inside his mind she would have stood her ground. At the sound of "Burd" she immediately thought of Liz. There was no way she was letting this guy anywhere near Liz. Then she realized he'd been saying "He". Rex had been looking for a man (or boy) this whole time. He wasn't looking for Liz, but the man he was looking for wasn't here and they were still working on ways to fix that. She left his thoughts, finding mo more than the walls and chains he'd forced up and let go of the twins. "I'm sorry." She told him. "The one your looking for isn't here."
"I know that, I mean god, if the actual X-men were here they wouldn't let the kids do the welcome party right?" Rex shrugged, waving the spoon he'd been given slowly with his long gloved fingers "I can wait for them to get back from their mission or something. I mean... I've been waiting an age already..." he paused his playing with the fork, the grip on it getting a little tighter as his anger wallowed inside him like a dank hippo "but... what's a few more hours... right?"
Waya looked at Rex. somehow he looked much younger than he had a moment ago. She hoped the others were watching this downstairs. She hated to break it to Liz that this guy was here after her father. "Look..." Waya said, all remnants of her former anger at the twins and his pussyfooting around gone from her voice. "They aren't on a mission." She said. "They're..." How was the best way to put it? Trapped in an alternate dimension? Trapped in the veil between worlds? M.I.A.? They honestly didn't even know if they were alive. Waya was sure they weren't, but that was her gut talking, not logic. "Gone." She said finally. "They're gone and we don;t know where they are. They've been gone for a while now... There was an incident."
The look on Rex's face seemed to be one of slow, melting horror. He gazed at waya, a frown slowly appearing on his brow "What... what do you mean? I've got to find him. What do you mean gone?" He stood up quickly, his chair falling to the floor as the grip on the fork got tighter "I need to find him dammit!"
When his chair hit the floor behind him Waya had already drawn half the shadows in the room towards her. "Calm down." She told him sternly. "it's not like it wasn't in all the papers or all over the news when it happened." Though she didn't know this guy had grown up in a sewer with no attachment to the outside world.
"What!?" Rex yelled, throwing his arms up into the air in frustration, as if crying to god about this problem "They knew!? They must have known all this time and never... DAMMIT!" He punched the table, making it shudder and a crack to appear in the wood; as he did, the shackles around the wrist that had hit the table became apparent, popping out from beneath the cloth.
Jeremy lightly nudged Phinagin and glanced down towards the shackle... what the hell was this guy doing with CHAINS on him? And who was he talking about right now?
Phinagin, bone blades fully out and formed now, spotted them and nodded. He could understand being very aggitated, but this guy was om the verge of losing it.
Waya stood her ground, even when the split in the stone patio table appeared, as well as the rusty metal bracelet on his wrist. "Calm down!" She shouted. If he'd been wondering why they were so up in arms over letting him in, he was answering his own question now. "Don't make me call the sentinels." She warned, but there was a pool of shadows beneath him. She wouldn't call the sentinels if she could help it. Instead she'd open a rift to the shadow realm and leave only his head hanging out till he chilled the fuck out.
Junior had moved into position behind the guy. He felt the kinetic energy of the table breaking and prepared himself. He was aware of the blackness pooled around the dude's feet, so he was careful not to get too close, but if Waya's defense (which he'd seen a time or two) didn't work, then he could at least zap the hell out of the guy from behind. However, he would have to become visible to do that. His position would be compromised, but the nephew stepson of Thomas Burd figured it was worth it.
"Dammit!" Rex yelled, obviously not hearing them in his blind mental state "Dammit dammit!" He was punching still, but punching the table again and again, blood slowly forming from his hand... he might have broken it with that first punch, but he just seemed to keep going. "First mom disowns me and locks me up! Lies to me! Abandons me! And now even Dad's not here! Why does everyone keep LEAVING ME!" The blood splatter was so bad on the last punch that even he physically stopped, hand shaking as he pulled it back, chips of stone buried between his shattered knuckles.
"DAD?!" the twins asked at once. "Tom can't be your Dad." Then one of the twins looked to the other, "Can he?" Bringing their attention back to the man in question, they figure it best to just calm him down. If that meant hypnotism, so be it. They would at least try talking to him first though. "Hey now- listen listen listen!" They said, moving their hands up and sown in soft motions, signaling he should lower his voice. "Relax ok? We want to help you out a bit."
Jayden spotted the shackles, "How about we get those off first?"
"But we need you to take some deep breaths, ok?" Jaden added.
Junior had very nearly zapped the guy in the back of the head when he wouldn't stop pounding the table. He'd frozen, not the best thing for their unseen backup to have done. Dad? Dad as in... Dad? Oh gosh... if this was true he had another cousin sibling... on top of Junior also being an uncle...
At the sound of Dad Waya immediately began mentally searching for an answer. Her neural implant kicked in to fill the gap and inserted the information she was looking for. "Calisto..." She said softly, not so apt to send this guys legs and torso to the shadow realm just yet. "Tom was kidnapped by the morlocks... He... he never told anyone what happened to him there..." Probably because not only had he been dating Lyra, Liz' mother at the time, but because he'd also only been fifteen or sixteen. If this guy was calling him Dad then only one thing could have happened while Tom was held hostage with the morlocks. Calisto must have... That was a disturbing thought. Liz' father being raped by a woman as twisted and misguided as Calisto....
"Back off!" Rex yelled at the twins, though he moved away from them instead of lashing out, as if flinching back to avoid being touched "I... I just want to see my dad!" He walked into Junior as he moved away from the twins, since he had frozen, making him jump and lash out behind him. If the punch did hit it would probably do him more damage than Junior, since he was flailing wildly with his broken hand again.
The good thing about being Junior was that if he was invisible, he was also intangible. He had his sister mom to thank for that one. He did however forget this tiny factoid and backpedaled away from Rex as the hand lashed out at him, connecting with nothing as it passed through Junior.
For some reason Waya felt that if she tried to stop the man (by her count he'd be close to thirty by now and this was an awful way for a grown man to act) he would end up hurting himself. "Look, I'm sorry!" She shouted at him. "Your not the only one who lost a father when it happened! We lost our whole families damnit!"
"But I need to fight him!" there was a truth drifting out Rex hadn't meant to reveal, but he didn't realise he'd said it "I need to prove I'm strong! I need to show my mom that I'm not a failure! I'm not worthless! Just because I don't have powers... I can be the person they wanted me to! I'm not a disappointment!" He seemed to be trembling all over, moving back and forth on the spot, his anger and need to show his worth starting to over take him.
Woah, woah, woah... Waya was beginning to see what was so wrong with this guy. He had come here looking for a fight, so their suspicions had more ground now. But if he was looking to fight Tom "Hydro" Burd, this guy, without powers, would have stood no chance. Tom would have simply froze the guy's blood till he calmed down and had a lengthy conversation about his motives and mental instability. Tom would have known what to say, Waya at the moment, had no freakin clue.
"If it's your Mom who tied you up, perhaps SHE is the failure." Jayden began, but was quickly elbowed by his brother.
Jaden, the more sensitive of the two, stepped forward. "Hey now, sweetie, look at me for a second, will you?" he said with a kind tone. The kind that a mother would use to speak to a lost child. His pupils dilated and the moment Rex looked at him, he would feel overcome with calmness and submission. "Take a deep breath." he said, lifting the murlock's chin toward his own.
As jaden came over to him and tried to apply the hypnosis to him, Rex's pupils expanded, becoming like huge mirrors of blackness as he stared down at Jaden. Waya would be able to sense the hypnosis trying to take hold of his mind, but his mind was like static, a blur, and his eyes seemed so... strange... "I told you to back off!" he yelled, throwing a blow out with his uninjured hand towards Jaden's stomach "Don't touch me! Where's my dad dammit!? Why does my family keep leaving me!?"
As that swing came towards Jaden's stomach Rex could feel his arm stop short of finding purchase in the young mutant's gut. A firm grip on his forearm caused his arm to stop as suddenly as if he'd tried hitting a wall. If he looked he would see a red right hand gripped in the dingy dark fabric of his jacket and connected to that hand more red that mad up the boy standing next to him "You shouldn't have tried to hit him." Junior told Rex calmly. "He was only trying to help." Normally Junior wouldn't have been strong enough to just stop a punch like that, but Junior had more of his sister aunt's gifts than he did his father brother or his brother uncle. Junior had chosen a chunk of the cement table that Rex had obliterated and was holding it in his tail, phasing his body to the molecular structure of the rock that was a table. Had Rex lashed out at Phinagin or Waya, Junior wouldn't have revealed himself. But Jaden was the hypnotist of the twins and his secondary power was the release of his brother's gravity control. He had no ready defense to block or avoid Rex's blurred strike. So Junior had stepped in and stopped a punch that could have easily broken a few of Jaden's ribs, or even have ruptured his appendix. "You came here for help." Junior told him. "Let us help."
Jaden let out a small gasp when Junior stopped the punch. He would have been done for had Rex's fist made contact. Frozen, his eyes went from Rex to Junior slowly, a desperate 'thank you' coming from his expression.
Well, that was enough for Phinagin's liking. Instead of skewering the man (which would have been an overreaction) he made the blade on his rifht hand melt back and crawl up his arm. He then stepped forward and placed his hand on Rex's back and bone immediatly wrapped itself around the crazed man from neck to waist, the only hole was around Junior's hand so he could get it back. "Now see, this is why we had the Sentinals in the first place. It's not good manners to try and injures your hosts."
"I said!" rex roared now, shaking in the bone prison "DON'T TOUCH ME!" His eyes flashed outward, like a lighthouse beam in the room. Phinagin and Junior vanished from the spot, not even dust remaining as the bone wrapping disappeared. With Phinagin gone Rex went barrelling forward towards Jaden, off balance from the sudden release and about to tackle the boy into his own twin brother.
Jaden, too stunned at seeing his friends vanish into thin air, couldn't react in time and got slammed into by Rex. The force was enough to take Jaden clear off of his feet and hit against Jaden, forcing all three back against the dining hall door, easily smashing through the glass and spilling into the school.
The two twins vanished, one after the other, so only Jayden and Rex fell through the glass pane, but Rex landed alone. He rolled, but curled up, screaming and flailing about on the spot, glass having dug into his body from the breaking pane door. He seemed out of control, his eyes giving out flashes as if he was having an epileptic fit from within.
It all happened so fast that Waya could hardly believe her eyes. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" She bellowed. Her eyes blazed with flicker blue intensity as she moved towards him, glass crunching beneath her shoes as she did so. "WHERE ARE THEY?" She grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and hauled him up, probably not the best thing considering that everyone else who had touched him was now gone, but it was too late. She'd grabbed him.
The reply, sadly, was "What's happening?!?" from rex... and as he let out a sob, he threw out his other hand to push Waya away, and she vanished from the spot, slamming him down onto the floor, where he rocked and cried and let out a scream of pain.
The Sentinels heard the order that Rhydian had demanded of them and the 4 giant mutant hunting robots responded in record time. Their boot-jets blew debris up in the air as they landed, completely surrounding the boy. Palms were up and targetting him, the pilots inside simply awaiting further instruction
Rex was just laying there, rolling around on the floor, cuts lacing his body as he squirmed and screamed. His hands were covering his eyes as he moved, pain and... what could only be described as other people's lives... were running through him like liquid fire... It was a terrible ordeal.
It didn't take Rhydian long to surface topside. He walked down the lawn towards Rex. "WHAT have you done with HER!?" He demanded of the misshapen boy
Maribel came down a while after Rhydian. She stayed hidden for now though, around the corner of the hallway. Just running out and demanding things from Rex wasn't the way to go. They saw how well it worked with Waya earlier.
Rex was jerking on the spot, as if he was having a fit, practically speaking in tongues as he bucked around on the lawn. There was blood on his hands, his own blood from scratching at his face hard. Years of pumping him with power steroids was coming back in full force.
Maribel stayed where she was, but felt an alarming sense of despair for this young man. It was clear he didn't have a very good life...most likely the cause of his behavior. She waited and watched Rhydian.
Rhydian approached cautiously. "WHERE is SHE?!" He demanded again, oh how he hated repeating himself. The ground began to shake around him. Each step causing stones to shift and move towards him, eager to do his bidding.
But he was out of it. Rex's only reply was a few yells, not in english... or any real language actually. He was shaking, twitching, there were still bits of broken glass in his body but the screaming seemed to be more about what was going on in his head than anything else.
The rocks in question got up and swarmed around the guy. Rhydian's breathing was erratic. "Answer me! Or I swear I will beat it out of you, you son of a bitch."
Screams, shaking, convulsions, but he was ignoring the demands. Rex was lost, out of it, what would be the difference if Rhydian beat him or not? He was still screaming as if he was on fire.
This guy held the answers, he knew that. Rhydian knew he couldn't kill him, let alone carry out with his threats. If he were to beat this guy with the rocks that were so very eager to do so, he would undoubtedly screw over any chance they had of saving the others. But he was so angry! This jack ass had come here pleading for assistance and then he turns and makes Waya vanish!? And to where?! Gods only knew...
Eliza came running out onto the grounds, holding something that looked like a modified air-soft gun. "Out of the way!" she yelled to the others as she got close "I need a clear shot here guys." She glowered at Rhydian as she passed him. this was NOT the way to handle this. He was the king of making retarded choices lately.
Although her webbing was leaking out of her fingertips, it seemed like the two 'x-men in training' had things taken care of. They had the advantage of being taught by the teachers...when they WERE here. Maribel however, had to be "taught" by a bunch of teenagers. Needless to say, she had no idea what she should do right now. It seemed they wouldn't need a web after all.
Rhydian felt like making the rocks turn on Eliza as she glowered at him. And immediately he felt awful about having such a thought. He looked at the small army of crab-like rocks and waved a hand at them, dismissing them back to their natural state. He waved another hand and a lawn chair waltzed over to him and set itself up behind his back as he sat down
Eliza sighed, pulling back the bolt on the gun and aiming carefully. "Get those webs ready Maribel" she said as she took aim. No where vital, she didn't want to hurt him too badly. The shoulder was nice and meaty, and contained enough arteries and veins to soak the tranqs in quickly. She shot, watching as it thudded into his shoulder. He didn't even seem to notice.
Rhydian sat back in the chair and took in a deep breath through his nose. He placed a hand on his temple and closed his eyes, trying to gather himself. He had snapped...he wanted to strike Eliza for cryin out loud. That wasn't him at all...
Maribel walked out from around the corner and her hands frantically knit together, webbing a collecting of spider silk to the best of her inexperienced ability. Approaching the group, Maribel tossed it over Rex, preventing him from scrambling away.
Rex struggled of course, trying to grab for the needle as he jerked around on the floor; but after a few sudden jolts around he was getting gummed together, until he was practically unable to move in the sticky webbing. And the more he fought it the quicker the tranquillizer was getting into the boy's system.
Rhydian leaned forward in the chair and watched as Maribel snagged the guy. He had to say, he was impressed. Their little plan seemed to actually be working.
The sentinels turned and kept their weapons targeted on the newcomer. The leader's comm channel opened, "Your orders, X-men?"
Rhydian held his hand up. If the sentinels killed the guy, they would probably lose the others for sure. "Just keep an eye on him, we're handling it for now."
"Alright... he's almost out" Eliza said gently, moving over to Rex's still slightly struggling form, looking rather pale. "When... when he's completely out of it, can you drag him downstairs Maribel? I don't want you touching him until he's stopped with the flashing eyes... and I don't think anyone else can touch that web without getting stuck."
Rhydian got up off the chair and gestured with his hand, the chair moved over to Rex and Maribel. "I've got a better idea. So that no one has to touch him, let me do the moving. Just in case."
Eliza nodded slowly, this would be much better. She didn't speak aloud how this was much more intelligent than offering to kick the guy in with a bunch of rocks.
"Still, we better wait until he's actually out of it." Rhydian stated, just having the chair stand there, waiting.
Maribel waited next to the others, keeping her eyes on Rex. She somewhat pitied him, but would have to not act on that until the other students were back home. At least she helped out a little this time.
Rex finally started to lay still. He twitched a bit, jerked, but finally he could not fight the pain or the drugs any more, and just collapsed. His breaths were heavy and laborious as he slept, as if he'd been physically assaulted for an entire day.
When he appeared to have fallen under the power of the tranquilizers, Rhydian had the lawn-chair scoop him up. "Let's get him downstairs."
Maribel stayed out of the way. She looked around the area where the others had vanished. Perhaps there was a clue or something that could help them? Sadly, she didn't see anything.
Eliza sighed softly, shouldering the gun and waving for Rhydian to lead "Down in the medibay would be best. We can study him there, see if we can do anything to get them back."
Rhydian nodded and urged the lawn-chair back towards the school, following behind it, but out of reach if the guy should break free of the webbing.
Eliza followed behind as well, eyes locked on the figure ahead of them... "Brother" slipped from her lips, not realizing she was saying it out loud as she neared Rhydian. This would take some getting used to.
"Pardon?" Rhydian asked her as he heard Eliza say something quietly.
"nothing..." Eliza answered, her eyes moving from Rex to Rhydian "Just... thinking... that's all." She stroked her arm slowly as she thought... brother. How? She didn't... She should run tests.
Maribel wanted to stay out of Eliza's family affairs. This guy seemed MUCH older then Eliza and if what he said was true, then Mr. Burd had apparently slept around a bit.
"Suit yourself." Rhydian said with a shrug, leading the parade back down to the Lower level Infirmary
Eliza sighed softly, rubbing her eyes slowly and moving towards the lower level infirmary as well. She had hoped for a nice... quiet day.
Maribel had everything cooked early in the morning. While the twins offered the group to come out with them to cut down a tree, she was doing her best to keep the holiday spirit too and had offered anyone who was interested to make gingerbread houses with her. On a long cafeteria table, she had gingerbread slabs, frosting, sprinkles, and other various candies for decorating. This was one of her favorite things to do for Christmas back in France. Now that she had everything out, she had to wait for the others to come and help.
Waya came in, but only long enough to grab a water from the fridge and storm back out again. Since she'd given everyone that dream last week she'd been like this. Rushing in someplace only to grab what she needed and rushing back out again. She didn't so much as make eye contact with Maribel before she was gone again.
Maribel had smiled brightly when she saw Waya come through the food court. When she exited the kitchen, she saved at her, but Waya didn't even look her way. As she headed out the door, Maribel stood from her seat and extended her hand, wishing she could call 'Wait!' out to her. But nothing happened as she stood there and watched the door close. So much for holiday cheer.
Maribel let out a sigh and sat back down, looking at her spread. She grabbed a small gummy bear and ate it while she waited a bit longer. If no one came, she could always go scout and ask them to join her.
"Jeeze..." Junior said coming from the kitchen entrance with a soda in his hand. His skin was still pockmarked but the smaller ones had healed down to freckle like marks. A few of the still open larger sores shone black from beneath a silicone skin Eliza had treated him with. "She still doing that?" Junior asked as he caught the door swinging from where Waya had left. He remembered all too vividly the dream she'd given all of them. It made his heart ache for her and he hated the robot a little more for what he'd been programmed to do to her.
Maribel swallowed and her smile returned when she saw Junior enter. She waved at him before signing, 'Did you want to make a gingerbread house with me? No one else has shown up yet....I think they are all going on the tree venture with the twins?' she only assumed.
Junior mosied on over, sipping his soda and looking at everything she had layed out. She must have been up before dawn baking. She'd been trying very hard not to seem like the creepy spider girl since that incident a few weeks ago. Junior took another drink from his can and said, "Sure, but I make no promises I won't eat while I work."
'Not a problem.' Maribel grabbed one slab of cookie that she had set aside. She handed it over before signing, 'This one is a little bit overcooked, you can eat that if you would like. Phinagin helped me buy extra candy too so you can help yourself.'
"You do know that the school has money." Junior said breaking off a bit of cookie. "You don't have to bug Phinagin if you need something." After all they did maintain a multi-million dollar building and they were just a bunch of jobless teenagers.
'Really? I had no idea... Phinagin was the one who offered it to me anyway, it's not like I asked him to.' Marible went on, 'But I'll make sure I ask you or one of the others about it next time. Oh- speaking of which, what do you want for Christmas?'
"More of these." Junior told her, breaking off another piece of gingerbread. if this one was over cooked he couldn't wait to demolish a gingerbread house to eat one that wasn't overcooked. "So uh... how do we do this?" He asked gesturing to everything. "I'm not much of a carpenter."
Jeremy slid into the room carefully, he wasn't the kind of person who liked going out into the cold too much because of his overly malnourished form. He got chills rather easily, so he'd decided to help Maribel with the gingerbread house. He smiled at the two as he entered the room "Hey, started without me?"
Maribel giggled before lifting her hands and signing to him, "I'm sure that doesn't matter....I was just expecting a few more people to show up." Then, she lifted her head and waved happily at Jeremy. Signing to both of them, she went on, 'I have enough to make at least two or three houses. The frosting acts as a paste to keep the pieces together." She picked up another gummy bear and ate it.
"Mmmmm... frosting" Jeremy said, licking his lips and smiling at Maribel and Junior "Just don't be surprised if you find me standing in the corner sucking all of the frosting out of the tube." He chuckled softly and moved over, picking up a gummy bear as well and chewing it slowly.
"OK then Madam Foman." Junior said, just a hint miffed that Jeremy had arrived, though he wasn't sure why. Then again the freaks in this place needed to stick together. "Where do you suggest we begin?"
'My father and I usually start with the basic structure of the house, but first, cut out any windows or doors you want with a knife.' Maribel explained, putting her hands down. She reached over and pulled a piece of cardboard over to work on. She then showed them a Christmas magazine with examples of gingerbread houses to look at.
"Ok... I think I got this." Junior said pulling a couple sheets of gingerbread towards him. They seemed large enough that he could cut two and make a decent sized house. He thought about what might be interesting to look out and grabbed a knife.
Maribel was glad these guys had decided to make houses with her. Though, she wondered if Eliza, Rhydian and Phinagin would be joining them anytime soon.
Jeremy took a piece of ginger bread, frowning at the design of the house that was in the magazine. He began to, rather sloppily he admits, cut the door and windows from the ginger bread house. They weren't exactly well structured, and the window panes were all rather far apart, but Jeremy was having fun.
Junior was going for a more artistic touch. Being a clone he had strengths in all manner of places, but he was pretty much mediocre with ehatever he tried. He never exactly excelled at any one thing, but he tried nonetheless. "I duno if this will hold up under the icing but I'm gonna use this piece of carboard to try and hold it up on the inside." He had used green icing to secure the base of his house but it was rather short and squat. It looked more like he was building a hill to put it on. A hill with a strange concavity for a door.
Jeremy was using the white icing to hold everything together, just because he thought it would look Christmassy, and he could disguise his ultimate failings with the knife, and the icing itself, as it all just being "snow". "Coming along good Junior" Jeremy said to him, smiling happily at the squat green hill, which Jeremy thought the boy had done on purpose.
Maribel strived for moments like this. Everyone was always so depressed or angry at the x-school, it was nice to cheer them up once in a while. Seeing that the guys were getting a handle on the house, Maribel held up two pieces of cookie over the walls to show what she was thinking the roof would go. They would need to get the walls up first.
Junior was cutting long strips of gingerbread to make the rounded top of his hill. These he filled with green icing to secure them and he took a fork and began making little peeks in the green like grass. When he was done with that he took purple and pink and began making little tiny flowers in hsi grass. It was cute, not exactly Ace of Cakes calibre, but it was obvious he had something cool in mind. He kept the "front" of this hill turned around to face him so no one could see it.
Jeremy smiled slightly at the hill that Junior was making. It was actually really good, specially compared to Jeremy's. If it was a real house, Jeremy's would have been condemned long ago and torn down to be built as a new fresh peppermint tower block or something. "I think mine's rather a disaster area" Jeremy sighed softly, gazing down at the walls and wondering if one was going to cave in.
Maribel took initiative and started pasting her walls and roof together until she had a cute little house. She began with the fun part of lining the trim of the roof with sqirls of white frosting from one of the tubes.
"It's going to be eaten any way." Junior said snapping the hooked ends of four candy canes and pressing the long ends into the hill as a sort of "chimney". He well remembered his father reading the works of Tolkien to him as a child.
"What cha making?" Jeremy asked Junior, gazing at the squat hill that was being created beside him. He had thought that Junior was creating a hill for his house to sit on, but it seemed to have turned into the house itself.
Maribel hadn't seen a gingerbread house like that before. It was intriguing to say the least. Leaning over, she took a finger and scooped some of the green frosting from the edge his pile mischievously and put it in her mouth. Agreeing that yes, it's going to all be eaten anyway.
Junior Smiled. "You'll see." He said. "Do we have any black... Ahh." it was a small tube of black icing, probably just for small decorations considering everything here were festive colors. He appeared to be making careful little designs and put it aside after a moment. He took the white for a moment, made something out of the view of the others and picked up the black again. He was doing all of this with his tongue clenched lightly between his teeth. He stopped, looked at it and asked Maribelle "Sprinkles?"
Maribel didn't have sprinkles per say, but she did have a few containers of the finely grained sugar that was dyed various colors. She hoped this was alright and handed it over. She kept working on her own house, pasting gum drops on the roof with her frosting.
"Thanks."</b> Junior</b> told her and took the white. He began sprinkeling fine white grain sugar over the entire thing. He did this for a while before he stood back with his thumb up to the structure, trying to decide if it was done or not.
Jeremy turned back to his own creation, only to learn that he had created... well, to call it a gingerbread crackhouse would be an insult to crackhouses. Not feeling too bothered, Jeremy started to try and fix the roof together to see if that made it any better. It didn't.
"Ok..." Junior said tilting his head from side to side. He seemed about to reveal to them hsi masterpiece. "NO!" She suddenly exclaimed, having some sort of an idea. He grabbed the white icing again and began making more designed. He looked through the candy available for decoration and grabbed a hand full of nuts and began placing them strategically. When he finished he finally nodded and turned the thing around, revealing, if someone had a good imagination, what might be considered a hobbit hole reminiscent from Bag End in those old Lord of the Rings movies. The front of the house looked to be bare gingerbread. There was a white border for the round door, one round window. Fine black icing was used to sort of mock up a wood like feel to the door. There were green bushes out front with purple and pink flowers. A small walk way leading from the front door. The nuts had been used to make a sort of cobblestone kind of thing. The sugar dusted everything, giving a sort of snow fallen look. A globby white snow man stood in the front "yard" without any arms. In the top of the hill the four broken candy canes looked like a chimney. Junior had taken the broken hooked ends and placed them on ether side of the door as a sort of porch railing kind of thing. He had a lot of stuff, but he'd done it quickly. The roundness to the door and window was a bit wavy. The green grass was pretty messy and the nut walk way needed more time devoted to it. "Well?" He asked, knowing his creation wasn't the best but he hoped it would at least get a smile.
Jeremy had been looked around as Junior had first said "ok", but as he yelled his sudden exclamation that his masterpiece should not be seen yet, Jeremy somehow managed to push his thumb through the gingerbread roof. Great... well... he could try and fix it. While Junior was working he curled a piece of ginger bread around and began to shape it into a chimney, sticking it in place. The place just looked a bit... well, if Jeremy was going to present this little gingerbread crack house, then he might as well go the whole hog. He'd get around to that in a bit though, because he couldn't help but turn and grin at Junior's creation. "Well, aren't you just fancy?" he laughed, looking at the well made mound "We should get a photo of that. It'd be nice to have a reminder of what it looked like BEFORE I eat it all."
Maribel was pretty impressed with the work Junior had done. With a smile and a nod, she clapped for him, somewhat expecting him to bow by the way he was acting. Junior's was mostly frosting and hers was mostly gingerbread and Jeremy's...well...needed work. 'Would you like some help with that?' she signed to him.
"I think that... well... you shouldn't sully your hands working on something as terrible as this" Jeremy said, looking down at the mess he was making "It's mostly together, but it's rather beyond saving. Thank you for offering though."
Nonsense. Maribel took ahold of the walls for him and slowly adjusted so that they were at a 90 degree angle with one another. The frosting hadn't hardened so it was fairly simple to rotate. Next, she straightened out his roof a little here and there, but stopped, hoping she wasn't intruding. Maribel wasn't a perfectionist by far, but it looked like Jeremy hadn't ever made one before. She needed help with her first house when she was little as well.
"See." Junior said as Maribele began to straighten out Jeremy's. "not so bad. Here, I've got some bits of gingerbread left over that might help." most of them were squares he'd sliced off the ends of the strips he'd used to round off the roof.
"Ummm... okay" Jeremy said, staring at the ginger bread house being straightened out slowly by Maribel. Apparently asking her not to help him didn't get the message across. Oh well. He took a step away, letting her take charge of the gingerbread house. Maybe he could make a little gingerbread dog house out of the cut offs.
When Jeremy had replied to her offer, he seemed to be a bit down on himself and Maribel knew he didn't mean it. She let go of his little "shed" gingerbread house and let him down on it. It was at least a little more stable now. She started putting on the finishing touches on hers, gum drops, candy canes, M&Ms....causally nibbling on some as she did so.
Junior had begun grazing on just about everything on the table. He stood off from his hobit hole and looked at it, trying to decide if he should add nything to the mess.
Jeremy pushed a small dog house made of gingerbread onto the lawn, starting to fix that down onto the slightly too large base. It still pretty much looked a mess to be honest, just a slightly straighter one.
'Looks like we have a lot of extra.' Maribel signed when she finished. To be honest, she thought more people would have participated. 'Thanks a lot you guys for doing this with me.'
"Well, who says we're finished" Jeremy said with a wide grin at the girl. "We've got pieces left over, I haven't even tasted the icing yet. Why don't we make a little sculpture?"
'Like?' Maribel signed simply, hoping he had an idea. She presumed it would be a group effort, given how his crackhouse turned out.
"I dunno. A little gingerbread person held together with icing?" Jeremy suggested, looking down at all the cut offs.
"There are shich-k-bob skewers in the kitchen." Junior told them. "If we made a person, we could use those to stand him up."
Maribel stepped out of the table seat and took a step back, admiring all three creations. Her's was rather classic, Juniors was very creative and Jeremy's looked very hand crafted and had a bit of humor in it. All in all, they looked great.
Jeremy nodded to Junior, going to go fetch the skewers. Hopefully he would be able to find them quickly, he had a feeling the ginger bread might slowly dwindle while he was gone.
"Above the microwave." Junior called to Jeremy as he ate one of the gingerbread cutoffs
'You seem to be healing up rather nicely....I'm glad.' Maribel signed to him after Jeremy left. She approached the table and sat back down.
"Yeah..." Junior said. "I just wish this one on my forehead would go away..." He rubbed it, the silicone skin Eliza had covered it with shining and wrinkling in the light. That was the worse of the remaining wounds, but it had eaten into his hairline and taken away a chunk. Most of the others looked like black freckles in his otherwise flaweless red skin.
Maribel winced, 'It will go away eventually...' she hoped, then added, 'Thank you so much for being so understanding about the whole thing. Does Eliza still have you on pain killers?'
"Nah, I stopped those a while back." Junior said eating more gingerbread, but smearing a glob of green icing on it first.
'That's good.' Maribel replied when he looked at her, 'You were quite loopy on them.'
Junior just chuckled, sort of a "I miss them so much." kind of chuckle.
Maribel was so happy that Junior was being so pleasant about this entire thing. He was laughing and smiling at her... and he had even acted as if it didn't happen at all since he got out of the hospital. He was truly a good friend.
"So..." Junior asked. "After this what do you want to do? There's a hill out back and there's some fine virgin powder out there just begging for a sled."
Maribel's eyes lit up and she clapped, bouncing in her seat a little. Despite her black eyes and half transformed body, the young french girl looked rather cute just now. She was so happy he was getting into the holiday spirit. Maybe not everyone was doom and gloom in this school after all. She nodded her head quickly and smiled, making the deep palps in the back of her cheeks slightly visible. 'How many sleds do we have?'
"I duno..." Junior said. "But there has to be some around here somewhere. I can ask the school computer."
'That woud be so much fun. If we can't find any sleds would you like to build a snow fort or something? Maybe see if the other guys want to come out and join us?' Maribel asked.
"Sure." Junior said picking jummy bear out of his teeth. "I'm pretty good at snowmen too. Maybe if we can find a magician's hat we can spend the day with him." He wondered if she would know the whole Frosty story or not.
Maribel rolled her eyes and shook her head as she smiled. Jr was quite the kidder. 'I will have to see what I have for snow gear. I know I have a jacket and boots...not sure about gloves and a hat or scarf though. I think I left all that back home."
"There's all kinds of stuff left in the hall closet." Junior told her, but there was just a little bit of sadness in his voice from that. There had been so many kids here before they'd all left after the "incident". It was like a ghost town in that closet, all filled with old jackets, gloves, scarves and boots.
'I'll have to take a peek later.' Maribel said with a smile, 'I wonder where Jeremy is... it's taking him a long time to get back.'
"Skewers are particularly good at hiding" Jeremy said with a frown, coming back inside and waving a hand full of them around in presentation. He grinned as he approached the others, placing the skewers down on the table "Here."
'Did you want to come sledding with Junior and I after this? Maybe some of the others will want to come too.' Maribel signed.
"There's got to be a toboggan or a sled around here somewhere." Junior told Jeremy. "Though I remember dad telling stories of using a couch caution in a garbage bag before he was a kid."
"I dunno" Jeremy said with a small frown "I mean, I like doing all these kinds of things, but I get cold real fast. My body just isn't used to hanging around in the cold too much."
"What if we used the danger room instead?" Junior asked, wanting to try and include Jeremy. "It doesn't matter what the temperature is in there and there will be plenty of sleds for everyone." They could even reset the hills so they didn't have to lug their sleds up.
"I don't mind if we go outside" Jeremy said with a small shrug "I'll just need a lot of covering or I'll get frost bit."
'The danger room is a good idea actually.' Maribel signed, not yet knowing the full power of that place. 'We won't even have to get winter gear on.'
"And it greatly lowers your chances of getting frost bite." Junior told Jeremy. Not to mention it would mean Waya had to interact with them for once. She'd been too alone lately.
'Let's get this done with and get moving.' Maribel said, pointing to the gingerbread houses and skewers.
"I've got a head." Junior said chuckeling, holding up a circle of gingerbread... but he'd chewed it out rather than cut it.
'Maybe we can skip the people and just give the extra pieces to the others?' Maribel suggested.
"We could decrate them like cookies?" Junior asked, but he didn;t want to debunk Jeremy's idea of making a person."
"Sure" Jeremy said, not really minding having his idea shot down. He took the icing carefully in his hands and began to wring out a layer on the nearest cookie "I'm gonna make an oreo gingerbread."
Maribel took an odd shape and started to put some of the extra blue frosting over top of it. She just put random candies on at this point.
Junior found it hard not to eat the ingredients as he decorated a few cookies. He'd taken the black and began to make some that looked like chocolate chip cookies.
Maribel finished her group of cookies and stood from her seat. She saw that the rest were finished and started to put the caps on the frosting and collect the ingredients to put away.
Jeremy finally succumbed to temptation, picked up one of the smallest tubes of icing, and began to suck on the tip. He let out a happy "mmmmmm" noise as he ate the icing inside, still working with his other hand, but going much slower now.
"OK... so what do you guys wanna do with all this?" Junior asked. "The twins have been decorating, but I doubt anyone is in the mood for a party... Though, that's probably exactly what everyone needs."
'Ohhh...a party? Like, a Christmas party? How fun! I have the perfect dress too.' Maribel signed, then realized these were both men she was talking to. 'They went and got a tree this morning... maybe they are back already? We could check on the decorations and asked them if they want to go sledding with us?'
Junior hadn't thought about sledding with the twins. He didn't want to go because of what he'd learned they'd done to Waya. "You know how those two are..." He told Maribel. "They'll make a big fuss and ruin it for everyone. Why not just make it the three of us?" and he looked over at Jeremy and a strange mental image appeared in his mind. He was reminded of a certain incident with Jeremy...
Maribel tilted her head, 'You sure? What about Waya... or Rhydian and Eliza?'
"We could ask. Maybe Rhydian would come" Jeremy pulled the tip of the icing sugar bag free, accidentally giving himself a splattering of white around the mouth, which he licked off with his tongue between words. "But Eliza would say she was busy, and Waya would... vanish on us" he paused, giving a small shudder and sighing. He didn't mention the twins.
"If Phinagin would pull the stick out of his butt for an afternoon he might come." Junior assumed.
'I haven't seen any of the others all morning...Waya had come in for a moment but hadn't said a word before leaving.' Maribel was getting the sense that these two boys seemed to not like the thought of the others coming along, 'Can I ask you guys something?' she paused, 'Why is there so much hatred in this school? I always try to get along with everyone because....well...there aren't that many of us and I think it's best that we all try to at LEAST try to be friendly. I know a lot of things happened recently...but everyone is avoiding everyone else. I also know that a lot of this is none of my business, but for crying out loud It's Christmas time! I just want to know what's going on and how we can fix it.'
"Maribel..." Jeremy said with a small sigh "There are little secrets people keep from you, from a lot of people actually, but quite a lot of them from you. Because you are the picture of innocence and happiness and this place and no one wants to ruin it for you. We could... we could TRY for the Twins, but we can't force others to come sledding, and Waya will NOT come if the twins are."
"He's right..." Junior told Maribele. "No wants to bother you with all the crap we've been through... Stuff always blows over though... Eventually. The important thing is that no matter how bad things get, we've all still got each others backs. Waya and I might hate the twins right now, but if something happens, I know I can rely on them to back me up and vice versa..."
'It just... doesn't seem healthy. I think you guys all need some help.' Maribel signed, 'An adult.' she finished. They had done a great job so far...but there was much that this group of teens needed to learn. 'I'm no therapist, but it's not healthy to live in the kind of environment with all this hatred. Everyone is acting like a bunch of children."
"It's... a pretty bad situation, yeah" Jeremy said with a small shrug "But the things that happen... they're not childish. They're not stupid. There are really... really sensitive and difficult subjects. I mean... you got... the dream too right? So... you see why Waya might not want to be around people right now?"
She frowned and nodded, thinking to herself for a while before lifting her hands once more, 'As far as I know, she has been ignoring everyone since then. It's not right for her to keep those things all bottled up inside... it'll destroy her.'
"It's more than just that..." Junior said softly. His eyes traveled to Jeremy's and away again. No one had actually outright said what the twins had done to Waya, but it had certainly been implied and Jeremy had been there at the time. Junior was aware of what the twins had done to him in the past... that had been why he left for California in the first place, but he wondered if they'd had their hand at Jeremy or not... or maybe even Maribel. That was why he was so up in arms about the twins right now. Not only had they sullied the woman of his dreams, but with their powers they could have done it to anyone. "Sure George is a big part of what's going on with her right now... but there's more that I'm sure she'd rather just deal with on her own."
Jeremy was staring at the floor after his eyes had met Junior's. He was wondering the same thing. Had the boys... well, he didn't like to think about it. The idea of Maribel being one of their victims though... He'd ask. He'd have to ask. He wasn't a really old friend, he was relatively new, he could be blunt with them. That was the best thing to do.
"It's just... not fun to be here anymore. I'm not even sure it ever was.' Maribel looked at them and waved her hands before signing, 'Not you guys or anything... You are all great individually... same with Eliza, Phinagin and the rest, but in a group, there is just so much tension. It's just not a very healthy atmosphere, but then again, I'm not a therapist.'
Junior wasn't sure what to say about that. She was right and Junior could see it. Long gone were the days where they played video games together in the rec room... training courses in the danger room... outings just to have fun with everyone. Sure Waya was always a little more on the outskirts than the others, but she had smiled a bit. Then again... all of these things pretty much happened before Maribele or even Jeremy had gotten here. "There's a lot different about this place than there was a year or so ago..."
'I understand, but...' Maribel held her lips together and sighed out her nose, lowering her hands. It really wasn't her place to demand more from these guys. She hadn't lost her parents like they had. She only thought maybe things could start to get better? Maribel hadn't seen the school in a happy light. If someone wasn't depressed here, they were full of hatred or angst. It was effecting her outlook on life as well, which didn't really do wonders for her self esteem in combination with her new appearance. So yes, it wasn't her place, but she was growing rather tired. Keeping her hands down, she tilted her head to the right, not sure if she wanted to go sledding anymore or not. How could she when everyone was so miserable?
Jeremy looked down at the floor, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Maribel, pulling her in for a tight hug. He hadn't been as changed by this as she had; he'd lost his parents, so the "down" feeling was rather natural to him at times. "Junior" he said softly, even though he didn't turn to look at the boy "Can we try? Just... today? For her?" He wasn't sure how successful they were going to be, how many people would like this, how this would end. But... trying. Maybe that's something they should do.
Junior's lips tightened and he nodded softly. "What say we take this stuff into the rec room and have a word with the others? I'll handle Waya and you guys can talk to Phin, Rhyd and the Twins. What do you say? A little sledding, followed by a little party maybe?"
Maribel smiled widely, glad that they were willing to simply try. She wrapped her arms around Jeremy and gave him a nice peck on his cheek. 'Thank you! Thank you!' she repeated over and over. She released him and proceeded to do the same with Junior, not knowing if he was paranoid of her mouth of not.
Jeremy nodded to Junior as he pulled away from Maribel. "We can't promise anything" he said to Maribel "But we can try, can't we Junior?" He rubbed his head as he stood there, wondering how this could work. Wondering how they could get people together and acting a bit... happier.
"You know what..." Junior said, "Maybe you let Jeremy and I handle the invitations?" He looked at Jeremy as if he was trying to convince him. If someone turned down he didn't want Maribele to feel bad about it. "You can... make some punch or something? We'll round everyone up..."
'Thank you boys....' Maribel signed, then crossed her fingers, hoping the others would go for it. 'You guys are awesome.'
"We know..." Junior told her with a wink. "C'mon Jeremy, lets go get everyone rounded up."
Jeremy could see this ending badly, but he nodded and follow Junior out. Then paused, back tracked, picked up a cookie they had made, and another small bag of icing, then followed after Junior. He needed to take the opportunities he had.
Maribel immediately set to work cleaning up and washing up the utenciles they had used. She also put away the sprinkles and such in the kitchen, wanting to get ready for sledding.
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