Timelined the day after Hisako, Please
<Cecilia> "Soooo, what shall we do first?" Said Cecilia, popping the cork off one of the bottles of booze she'd brought up to their little attic party and throwing it away dramatically before taking a swig. "Try on hats? Find Charles' baby pictures and laugh at them? Play with the Ouija board?"
<Quentin> Quentin raised an eyebrow at the party suggestions. Those sounded...like pre-teen girl slumber party material. Oh God, what had he gotten into?
<Kat> "I vote Quija board." Kat piped up as she entered the attic.
<Melody> "What are you, nine?" Mel scoffed, "Why do you wanna try raising the dead when you've got me here?" She animated a few half desiccated moths for emphasis.
<Fabian> Fabian, meanwhile, was sitting draped over a long-forgotten chair poking at his face. "I feel puffy. Am I puffy?" That was it, next time he was dealing with a tiny crazy Japanese girl he was putting that shit down.
<Lukas> Lukas looked up from where he had already started pulling things out of boxes. He had an old fashioned newsboy cap on. "I say we get drunk and reckless."
<Kat> "Okay, so the Quija board is a little juvenile, but it's still fun."
<Cecilia> "...I was actually joking about that one but okay," laughed Cecilia. "Well, about all of them really. Though really I'd like something a little more ridiculous. If such a thing is possible. Any suggestions?" She smirked, "And waayyy ahead of you there, Lukas."
<Quentin> "So, you're who did that shit in Detroit?" Quentin asked, looking over to Melody. "That trick only work on the dead or can you make pod people of us all?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia looked at Fabian. "Yes, you are. You look like you lost a fight with a bee hive, mi amor. What the hell happened?" She asked, concerned.
<Fabian> "I heard drunk and reckless. We should start this plan by getting drunk as fast as we can." He pulled just a bit of a face as Cecilia asked. "I was involved in the destruction of the kitchen, it's passed now."
<Melody> The moths fluttered around her head like a morbid, papery halo, "Don't worry, you of fabulous glasses, my tricks only work on those that had shuffled off this mortal coil."
<Kat> "Aren't we lucky." Kat pulled a flask out of her bag and took a long sip.
<Cecilia> "..." Cecilia frowned. She'd ask later. Obviously now was not the time. She reached into a box and pulled out an old fashioned wedding dress. "Evidence that Charles has a secret wife that lives in the attic!" She laughed. "...I kinda wanna try it on...though it looks like it might've been a shotgun wedding based on the size of this dress."
<Quentin> "Still, very cool." He nodded appreciatively at Melody's moths and also the other girl's flask. "And I don't think I've met you, either. Quentin."
<Fabian> Fabian chuckled as he saw Kat's flask. "Look at that, Lukas, a girl after our own livers."
<Kat> "Kat. Nice to meet you." Kat laughed at Fabian.
<Melody> "Melody, you can call me Mel for the moment, since the other one isn't here," she sent the moths fluttering away in search of anything interesting.
<Lukas> Lukas snickered at Fabian and flopped dramatically over a couch. "Yes, Cee, please try on what I'm sure is the headmaster's mother's wedding dress."
<Kat> She held the flask towards Quentin. "Do you want some?"
<Cecilia> "...Well in that case I'm definitely trying it on," said Cecilia, smirking. "And isn't Charles a twin?" She asked as she threw the thing over her head, shoving her afro through the small neckhole. "No wonder this is plus size. She must've been one big beautiful woman," she snorted.
<Fabian> "Be careful, Cee. Who knows what voodoo is connected with old wedding dresses stashed away up here. I mean, there's even a seedy looking mattress." He pointed to said mattress in the corner.
<Melody> Mel tugged the baby bump space critically, "Daaaaa-yum, and I thought I was a blimp with Harm," she muttered.
<Quentin> "Never turn down a good offer." Quentin assured Kat, taking the flask and toasting her with it before taking a drink.
<Quentin> "And will do, Mel. I figure you're not lizardy enough to confuse the two of you anyway."
<Lukas> Lukas leaned towards Fabian and smirked, "Sonder why THAT is up here."
<Melody> "Well, if both of us are in the room and someone yells 'Mel!' things get confusing," she chuckled, letting the material drop.
<Cecilia> "I'm glowing dammit," joked Cecilia, laughing as Melody fussed with the dress. "And apparently not so concerned with chastity!" She looked in one of the old mirrors. "I do sorta look like a Caribbean ghost with the hair and this dress."
<Melody> "Next Halloween sorted at least, huh?"
<Kat> "You look beautiful darling. The corpse bride."
<Fabian> "We should remember this for Halloween...and the mattress when we're in a place where we could buy some fresh sheets." He nodded to Lukas. There was only one reason there would be a mattress in the attic of a college.
<Fabian> "Does this mean I should go downstairs and put on a suit?"
<Melody> "Might wanna like, take in that belly though ... unless you were thinkin' of converting it into a pouch for candy and booze?"
<Fabian> "...we could absolutely put a keg in there."
<Lukas> "That actually sounds like the perfect idea.....would it be in pour taste to have the hose hang down and just call it an umbilical cord?"
<Cecilia> "Yeah, probably," she said, laughing. "I could totally pack a keg here. And I am not actually wearing this piece of shit as a wedding dress. I may be poor but I'm not that desperate!"
<Kat> "Just only slightly offensive to those in the motherly way. Or from the Catholic Church."
<Fabian> "...please say you just punned about an umbilical cord?"
<Quentin> Okay, this wasn't his usual type of party but he could get on board with a strap-on keg and a shakey mattress. He sat the booze down, reaching in his pocket and popping one of his pills as smoothly as he could.
<Lukas> Lukas winked at Fabian.
<Kat> Kat eyed Quentin. He looked a little out of place in the attic. She took her flask from where he sat it down, and took a big gulp. And then it was empty. Sad.
<Melody> "Come on, let's see what other booty we can uncover," Mel said, shoving a stack of papers off a trunk, "maybe we'll find a treasure map like in that movie with them kids."
<Cecilia> Cecilia reached into the trunk again where she got Mrs. Xavier's wedding dress and pulled out a big hat with a pheasant sitting on it and a scarf that was made out of a fox. "Okay, who wants the hat? Dibs on the fox."
<Quentin> "Are we dry now?" Quentin asked Kat, frowning a bit at the prospect.
<Melody> "... Wow, didn't know Baldy's mom was Neville Longbottom's grandma too ..."
<Cecilia> "Here," she said, putting the hat on Melody. "Now we're fancy bitches too!"
<Kat> "This one is. But never fear! I travel with backup." Kat pulled another flask out of her bag. "Now if this one goes empty, I'll have to fall through the floor and back into my room to get more."
<Fabian> "Now that's a terrifying prospect." Fabian said to both the booze and Xavier Longbottom.
<Quentin> "I think you might become one of my favourites." Quentin confided. "Should I be making a trade with you or are you another no-go on Kick?"
<Cecilia> "I brought half the liquor cabinet...well, what was left of the liquor cabinet," said Cecilia, frowning, gesturing to her backpack over the wire mannequin. "Never fear! We won't go dry with me around. I come prepared!"
<Cecilia> "Feel free to help yourselves."
<Lukas> Continuing to search through his own box, Lukas traded his hat for a pimpin' dark green smoking jacket. "I might actually keep this...."
<Fabian> "I've never been prouder." Fabian made a bee's line for the booze, stopping to steal a quick kiss before he liberated the bourbon. "If you find a red one it's mine."
<Kat> Kat held her flask toward Cecilia as a toast and salute. "Thanks for bringing more booze. Booze is gooooood."
<Cecilia> Cecilia laughed at the kiss and nodded towards Kat. "I don't know when I became the wild one, but I'm never going back!" She sang, spinning in a circle and drawing up a parasol she'd found to go with her fox. "It feeeelsss so gooood to be baaaad!"
<Melody> "Your colour," Mel smiled, before opening her trunk to find some ancient sporting equipment, "... The fuck?" She picked up a lacrosse stick, "Anyone know what this is? It looks like something used for checkin' for testicular cancer at a distance."
<Lukas> "Oh really? You've never seen a lacrosse stick before?" Lukas chuckled.
<Quentin> "That's what that is? God, this place just got a shit-ton more high society snooty."
<Cecilia> Cecilia snorted loudly. "I didn't know what it was either!" She admitted. "I just was too embarrassed to say anything!"
<Fabian> "Please, no lacrosse sticks to anyone's balls, please." Fabian pleaded as he grabbed up a smoking jacket and kept it between him and said stick just in case.
<Kat> "That't the sport that Northeasterner's play right? Never saw a lot of it in Chicago. At least... not at my school. But then, I lived under a rock... apparently."
<Melody> "Where the fuck would I have seen a la cross stick before?" Mel quirked an eyebrow, "Contact sport was usually banned at mosta the schools I went to," she dropped it back into the trunk and picked up a heavy leather ball.
<Cecilia> "Oh my God!" Laughed Cecilia, pulling more items. "I can't believe it! Charles actually has a tophat AND a monocle! This is like Christmas all over again!" She laughed hard, tears nearly coming out of her eyes. "Okay, who wants it?"
<Melody> "Shiiiit, you throw this at someone you could take their fucking head off!"
<Kat> "Well, let's see what's in my truck shall we?" Kat jumped up and opened her trunk.
<Kat> She reached in a pulled out a stack of old magazines. "Hmmm... Playboy from the 70s anyone?"
<Lukas> "The local news," Lukas shrugged, "school sports pieces." He turned and stared at Cecilia, "Monocle, you say?"
<Quentin> "They must go with the mattress." Quentin commented, leaning over to see what Kat had. Yeeeep, that's what she had all right.
<Cecilia> "Sold to the Finnish guy in the green!" She laughed, tossing the monocle to Lukas. "Enjoy, pal."
<Fabian> "Now you have one to match mine." Fabian cheered, belatedly realizing he just admitted to owning a monocle all ready.
<Melody> "You ... don't look the type to follow sports," Mel remarked, tossing the ball and wincing when she caught it, "Jesus!"
<Fabian> "He isn't, he just likes things with big sticks."
<Lukas> Lukas took the monocle, put it on. "I need a pipe. Filled with weed. I will sit in the library like this from now on."
<Cecilia> "You own a monocle?" Said Cecilia incredulously. There was a long silence. "BAAWWWAHAHA!" She cried, flopping onto the matress in a very unladylike fashion. "Oh my GOD! That is too funny! Haha!"
<Kat> Kat snorted and pointed to one of the girls in the magazine. "I bet she liked big sticks too."
<Melody> She put the ball back into the trunk before she dropped it onto her foot or something, "Did you say you found ancient porn? Nasty!"
<Lukas> Shrugging, Lukas grinned, "I enjoy many things."
<Kat> Kat tossed a magazine towards Melody. "It's art.
<Quentin> "Captivating art."
<Melody> Mel caught it gingerly, between her thumb and fore finger and inspected it, "... Wow ..." She showed it to Quentin, "It's ... so tame compared to the shit you see these days."
<Cecilia> Cecilia peered over Kat's shoulder and turned red. "Oh, Jesus." She stared in horror. "This is terrible!" She blanched at the pictures of women with afros. God the 70s! "I really, really, really hope these aren't Charles' because if they are I'll never go to his office alone ever again."
<Kat> "Now, you'll never look at him the same way again. At least they aren't...dirty."
<Fabian> "There's something to be said about older porn." Fabian shrugged, slipping his smoking jacket on. "But the main thing that should be said is watch out for the sticky pages."
<Lukas> "That's to be said for all porn, old or new. Who are you kidding?"
<Quentin> Quentin just laughed as he saw it. "Well, can't blame the guy. Just because he's wheeling around doesn't mean things don't work."
<Fabian> And now Fabian couldn't quite get Xavier sex out of his mind. He needed more booze.
<Kat> Kat dug around in her trunk a little deeper. She pulled out some lacy, moth eaten pieces of cloth. "NO. I think I just found some special evening wear. GROSS." She dropped it quickly back into the trunk. She shuddered.
<Quentin> Quentin wordlessly held out her flask for her.
<Quentin> "This might not be the best way to get people to enroll, just telling you people."
<Lukas> Shifting into a version of himself with distinguished grey streaks at the temples, Lukas leaned back in his seat.
<Kat> "Thanks. I need that." Kat closed the lid to her trunk. "I don't think I could handle anything else from THAT box."
<Melody> "Yeah, let's just ... pretend we never saw that box," she tossed the mag away, then did a bit of double take at Lukas, shapeshifter? It was weird to see it for real.
<Cecilia> "Well, we haven't shown you the Danger Room yet," said Cecilia. "That's the real appeal of this place, but this is kinda different. We don't come here that often."
<Cecilia> Cecilia eyed Lukas' older form and smirked. "Do I need to hide the mirrors? Are we gonna have a repeat incident of what happened in the woods?" She teased.
<Quentin> "Well, it's definitely different." He quirked an eyebrow though. "Do I wanna know what happened in the woods? Same time you woodchippered a tree?"
<Lukas> "No, I already know I'm a sexy bitch. Besides, I'm not high as shit this time. Yet."
<Melody> "Seconding wanting to know what happened in the wood, here," Mel flopped down on an ancient, dusty footrest, which vomited feathers when she did so.
<Cecilia> "Same time," confirmed Cecilia, sniggering and humming the Divinyls song. "~I don't want, anybody else, when I think about you...~"
<Cecilia> She was never letting this go.
<Fabian> "Just...don't ask about the squirrels." Fabian pulled a face and winced from pulling a face.
<Kat> "What happened in the woods?" Kat was curious as everyone else.
<Quentin> Quentin pulled his bottle out and shook it for Lukas questioningly.
<Melody> "Molest you, did they?"
<Cecilia> "Up to them if they tell you," said Cecilia, taking a swig from a bottle. "I'll stay quiet out of respect."
<Lukas> "I got high, made some very solid illusions of myself and proceeded to make it to...I think third base with myself."
<Fabian> "And I got high and accidentally...killed a few squirrels...it was pretty damned awesome before that even with Lukas making the moves on himself."
<Kat> "Well, if everybody could do that, Lukas, the human race would go extinct."
<Cecilia> "I blew holes ten inches wide into trees with forcefield spikes and woodchippered a tree into nothing, as was stated," shared Cecilia.
<Lukas> Eyeing the bottle, Lukas looked at Quentin and smiled. He nodded and held out his hand, "Don't mind if I do, sir."
<Melody> Melody considered that for a moment, "... Yeah, lets be honest, most people would try that ... the making out, not the squirrel murder."
<Quentin> He nodded, expertly pouring one out into Lukas's outstretched hand.
<Fabian> "...now I want to make out with myself and I don't know how I feel about that."
<Kat> Kat leaned over to Quentin. "What's that you are sharing?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia looked offended. "Why would you want to make out with yourself when you have me? I'm disappointed, senor." She crossed her arms. "Terribly offended."
<Quentin> "Kick, it's what they're talking about, basically an extension of your powers and a bonus high. Want? Strike while it's free sample time."
<Fabian> "Point, I want to make out with you and myself."
<Melody> "'Cos you know what you like best," Melody laughed.
<Kat> Kat smiled wide. "I'd love a free sample." She held out her hand expectantly to Quentin.
<Lukas> Lukas popped the pill and leaned back, "You may all even get another show. Plus I did some wicked things with a tree."
<Quentin> And another pill made it into another hand before he looked to Melody and shook the bottle in offering at her as well.
<Cecilia> Cecilia began rummaging in a box full of old records. "Sweet! Charles has The Who!" She pulled out the record and put it on an old turntable nearby. 'Baba O'Riley' began playing.
<Kat> Kat popped the pill and downed it with the last of the vodka in her flask. She stood and walked over to the stash of liquor. Hmmm. Hard choices. She dug out a bottle of tequila.
<Melody> "DO I wanna know what you did with the tree?" Mel asked, as she mulled over the thought of taking the free sample.
<Lukas> "Animated it," he grinned, "made it do what I wanted."
<Melody> "... Okay, that's awesome."
<Cecilia> "~The exodus is here, the happy ones are near, let's get together before we get much older~" She sang, taking another swig of alcohol. She was getting a pretty nice buzz here. But she wasn't sure she wanted another incident with forcefield spikes, so she'd just stick to booze. As it seemed Fabian wasn't so into this which was...concerning. No need to make him feel left out.
<Fabian> Fabian was considering it but decided that bourbon would be his poison of choice for this duration. He probably shouldn't even be drinking that as he had picked up something from Scott for some pain relief...but it was damned too late for that. "You know, once we're nicely buzzed? We should go out...get segways...wait, I've done that before, nevermind."
<Kat> Kat held up the bottle of tequila she hadn't yet managed to open. "Anybody want to open this and do shots? Or just open would work. I can't seem to get it open. Fuck." Kat grunted with frustration in not being able to open the bottle.
<Quentin> Quentin sat back happily, popping a second pill for him. This was it, he was in.
<Cecilia> Plus, she could remember the feeling of grandeur and euphoria she'd had on the high that was...not good. There was a possibility for a dependency here and she'd seen junkies before. Best to quit while ahead here.
<Cecilia> Cecilia eyed Kat. "Can't you pass through walls? Try using your power to phase off the cap."
<Kat> "Sadly, it doesn't work like that. I could pass my hand through the bottle, but I still can't get a blasted drink!"
<Quentin> "Just wait until the pill kicks in, then give it a go."
<Melody> Something had caught Melody's attention, the moths had returned and she picked her way through the detritus to uncover what they'd found.
<Lukas> "I wanna see if I can make the hat dance," Lukas smirked to himself.
<Kat> "But I am thirsty NOW!" Kat whined. She sat the bottle onto the floor to concede to waiting for the pills.
<Cecilia> Cecilia got up and sat down a little closer to Fabian. "We jousted with segways once remember?" She eyed him, concerned. Concussion? Some other problem? "Are you sure you're alright? You look like you've been banged up."
<Quentin> Quentin laughed and went ahead and opened the bottle. "Next time we'll try it the other way."
<Fabian> "I'm fine, just a little bit drunk." He explained, holding up his bottle which, to his credit, was a good ways down.
<Kat> "Yay! Thanks Quentin!" Kat leaned over took a swig from the bottle and hugged him tight around the neck.
<Melody> There was the gentle ring of bicycle bell and Melody emerged from the junk, riding a primeval bike and looking pleased with herself, "Look what I found."
<Lukas> Lukas looked up, "Oh that is a thing of beauty."
<Cecilia> "Shaaaare," said Cecilia, chuckling. "Wait, here, I'll trade some my rum for yours." She looked up at the ring. "Hey, that looks pretty ancient. Do you think you can still ride it?"
<Melody> "I think it's a mutant bike, it's still like, oiled and shit," she climbed off and presented the handlebars to Lukas, "For you, sir, to ride to the courner shop t' get your sunday paper."
<Lukas> Jumping up, Lukas went to her and hopped on the bike. He grinned brightly, "Why is this up here and not outside where I can ride it around, cackling?"
<Cecilia> "Do you think anybody ever sat on those handlebars?" Asked Cecilia, laughing. "God, is that not the cheesiest thought ever? Where's the song 'Daisy' when we need it?" She laughed sarcastically.
<Fabian> Fabian was up, bourbon forgotten. "We must get this to the yard, now." And he was absolutely riding on the handlebars when they got there.
<Lukas> "Does anyone want to sit on my handlebars?" Lukas wiggled his eyebrows. It was made creepy by the fact he still looked like a man in his forties. He cared not.
<Cecilia> Cecilia was just waiting for an invitation. She hopped on, afro probably in Lukas' face. "Onward!"
<Quentin> Quentin, still quite pleased he had integrated himself well enough to get random hugs from girls and their booze, just stood up, ready to go with the flow of things. "On downstairs then?" He turned to the others.
<Cecilia> The handlebars of the bike that is. She smiled, "I never owned a bike of my own, though I know how to ride one," she said. "And if we get the chance we should get a nerf gun, we'll terrorize the halls with this bike and a nerf gun. All the students will know fear then!"
<Melody> Melody laughed, "I am the bringer of joy and the undead hordes, wonderful. Where can we get nerf guns?"
<Lukas> Lukas peddled them straight into a wall. "I feel as though that is not the right destination. Shall we remove ourselves from the bike and try again outside?"
<Fabian> "The prop closet?" Fabian suggested. It was the closet of many things, after all.
<Cecilia> "Ah!" Cecilia squeaked, making a forcefield to avoid being squished. "Yes, I think so. And maybe I'll find something to tie my hair back..."
<Quentin> He pocketed his pills safely away. "Well, lets get this party outside then."
<Quentin> This was something he was definitely going to have to bring up at the next meeting.