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[open log] Wingsday

Characters: Julian Keller, Jono Starsmore
Setting: Currently, the mansion common area.
Content: It's their Wednesday night tradition!
Status: Incomplete.

Jono was sitting on the couch channel-surfing. He had an annoyed look on his face. Julian strode into the common room and said, "What are you doing?"

Jono grumbled, "There's nothing on the telly."

"But it's Wingsday Wednesday at Hooters! You ALWAYS go to Wingsday Wednesday at Hooters. Why aren't you even dressed?! Let's go, man!" Julian insisted. Looking up at him, Jono realized that he was already in his jacket.

"Oh. Okay." With a shrug, Jono trudged to his room for a jacket.

"And it's TV, moron, you live here now!" Julian called after him.

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"Goddamn scarf face," he muttered under his breath as Jono disappeared into the hall. With a roll of his eyes, Julian plopped down on the couch and flipped the channel to some re-run of Jersey Shore, settling back into the cushions. Well, at least he had some entertainment. And scantily clad women, even if they did cake on the makeup and tanned too much.

There really was only so much whining and guidos he could take though, and by the time Jono was walking into the den Julian was shooting up out of his seat and taking the Jag's keys out. "About time," he shot out accusingly, even though it had only taken Jono about three minutes to go to his room and come back.

"Yeah, yeah," Jono grumbled.

Jono was quiet during the drive.

"Oh, please," Julian finally said. "You're not all, Oh, I'm so sad, nobody could ever love someone who only has half a face! again, are you?"

This actually managed to get a laugh from Jono. "Nah. Just thinking. I think I'm in kind of an academic rut."

"Tell me all about it. Later. Like, after Wingsday later."

"And the girls in really short shorts!" Jono added.

"And low tops," Julian added, just for posterity's sake, turning into the Hooter's parking lot. Deftly, he spun his keys around his fingers after locking his baby up, waiting for Jono to come around so they could walk next to each other towards the entrance.

After they'd settled, had a few wings, and Julian had charmed the waitress into giving him her number, he thought it was time to bring up Jono's problems. "So what kind of problems are you crying about now, Jon?"

"Me? Crying? You see me crying over these extra-spicy buffalo wings?" Jono said with mock innocence.

After pausing to finish off the wing he was eating, Jono continued, "Nah, I'm just, not really sure I'm in the right major." He tapped himself on the chest, making a metallic clinking sound. "This gadget Forge made for me? I'm getting pretty good at tinkering with it. I like this kind of stuff, I think. And," he lowered his voice, "I've made some changes to it. I'll have to show you later. Back at the mansion."

Julian's eyes narrowed in curiosity and suspicion, his shoulders hunching forward as an uneaten wing hung precariously from his fingers. "What kind of changes?" he asked with an inquisitive smirk. "Don't leave me hanging, man." Quickly, he ripped some chicken from the bone and didn't bother swallowing before continuing. "You already didn't tell me you're some kind of," he paused, gesturing flippantly towards the other man, "what the fuck ever Forge is."

"Oh, no, no, I'm not," Jono insisted. "That's why I'm in an academic rut. I need someone to teach me these things. I don't really know this stuff. See, I thought it'd be pretty cool to learn all this engineering and building from Forge. Like an apprentice or something! But that's not happening."

Both boys paused momentarily to grin stupidly at a waitress who refilled their drinks.

Jono continued, "Did you know that he's some kind of idiot savant? A genius who doesn't even know what he's doing? That's his mutation. When he gets an idea for an invention, he just... does it. He doesn't even know the basic scientific principles behind what he's doing. His mutant abilities just let him do everything he does."

(OOC: Just what I gathered from Wikipedia, haha. I don't even know much about this Forge guy, just that he's useful and would make a good NPC in that respect.)

"Sounds like this guy doesn't have to work for anything. Whatever, I'd rather have telekinesis or a gaping, explosive hole in my chest than some mutant brain," Julian offered through a gob of food in his mouth, and then washed it down with his coke. Yeah so, Julian had just about every material thing handed to him on a silver platter, but he busted his ass to earn everything else. "Dude, can't you just go to some vocational school for that shit?"

(OOC: He does, he's definitely useful! I think he was an NPC last time for Nori's gauntlets, too. LOL I love the waitress bit a little too much. Awwwww, these boys.)

Jono sighed with what looked like relief. "Oh. I thought you were going to lecture me for ditching you."

(OOC: HEEHEE THE WAITRESS.)

Ditching me? [Julian scoffed with a huge grin, reaching across the table to clap Jono's shoulder a bit hard, because Julian Keller is a real man idk.] Do I look like I need you around, Starsmore?

(OOC: Yeah I'm... switching on you lmaooo. Vacation + prose is too hard for meeee. Hope it's ok, you can reply in prose if you wanna.)

[Jono then looked mildly disappointed, but shoved Julian right back.]

Of course not. Well, at least Forge wasn't completely like a brick wall when I was trying to talk to him. I tried asking him a question about my chestplate and he just went, "Hummm." But at least he was able to point me the right direction about schools. So, some ditching may occur.

[Jono glanced at the napkin clutched in Julian's hand, with a phone number scrawled on it and a lipstick kiss.]

[Julian took a second to ponder Jono's disappointment, and then followed his gaze to the waitress' number with a raised eyebrow. He heaved a sigh and tossed it in Jono's direction--his own kind of friendly gesture.] You want her? She's all yours, dude. Look, as long as you don't think about moving your life across the world or not being an X-man or some shit, I won't shed a tear. Where are these schools? There's gotta be a few in the city, right?

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[Jono rolled his eyes in his characteristic way, then shoved the napkin back towards Julian.]

Whatever. You're the one she gave this to.

[He shrugs.]

I really don't think, realistically, I'd be going far. The X-Men, that's going to be priority number one. Let's just say if I get a few things straightened out with my powers, I'd be a much more useful member of the team. Like modifying this a little further. [He tapped his chest one more time.]

[Julian gives him a look, takes the napkin and pockets it.] Does it make a difference? [He says this is his usual cocky, entitled tone, and then leans forward to tap Jono's chestplate right after the other mutant finished.] Right. Your secret modifications, tinman.

Yeah, like I said. Not perfect.

And I thought that name was reserved for Piotr!

OOC: I like that. :) Jono's emo-ness was hilarious and adorable at times, but the way you're going with it here sounds really good and interesting and I can't wait to see what modifications you're talking about omgggg. YES to showing off powers time, yes please. XD Julian can never help himself.

[Fast-forward to them arriving back at the school, rough-housing through the halls and generally having a bromance all the way to the basement. The elevator doors slide open and they turn towards the Danger Room.]

I'm telling you, man. She was checking you out, too. I just took the bait. You could call her instead and she'd be almost as ecstatic. [Almost, of course. Julian throws Jono a grin.]

Yeah, right, Mr. Perfect!

Watch this!

Forge had built this thing to contain all of my power and let me unleash it through the gadget, so I don't have to constantly control how much comes pouring out... But my psionic energy can run all throughout my body anyway. Why should I just keep it in the chest? With the changes I've made, I can divert a little of the energy, just a bit at a time, to here.

Shit. [Julian's just standing in slight awe, and then he grins, putting up his shield.] Five bucks say it can't get through my shield, Starsmore.

Bet you're only saying that because you're too afraid to turn your shield off around me! I'm dangerous, you know.

Anyway, this stuff burns. Your shield isn't actually a real physical object for me to burn through, so, I can only do... this!

Dangerous my ass, Jono.

[Although it is quite dangerous. Even though his shield can protect him, the heat is a bit insane, and Julian is wary of getting too close, anyway.

Julian curses a little at the slap, bends over helplessly as Jono gives him the nuggie, and then lunges forward to successfully tackle him onto the ground. And they start wrestling like the twelve-year-old boys they are.]

You owe me five bucks, asshole.

Edited 2010-09-09 02:54 (UTC)

Block this!

You're pretty good target practice, mate!

And I don't owe you shit. But if I did, five bucks translates better to "Taco Tuesday cover charge," to me.

[Julian's a pretty impressive lad and shields and dodges Jono's blasts, even coupled his taunting. Julian even get a few good cocky, smirking glares in here and there. But Julian sends Jono a blast himself as he starts yapping away about cover charges, knocking him on his feet and swooping up high into the dome with a huge grin.]

What was that, handkerchief? You're going to pay for Taco night?

You wish, Hellspawn.

Bet you can knock me down when you're on the ground here with me. Tacos on the line, is it?

Come on, come get me!

[Coupled with being knocked unceremoniously to the ground and his overall competitiveness, Julian takes Jono's taunting to heart ok. He gets up to all but stalk towards Jono, shield still in place and eyes starting to glow with telekinetic energy.]

You're on, Starsmore. And you're going to be the one buying the tacos, dude.

[He blasted his shield out, because that's just his one of his KO moves, and Jono goes flying across the room and onto the floor. Julian follows him, ready to lay the beat down.]

Warren had just been rummaging around for a snack in the kitchen when he overheard the conversation taking place in the lounge. Possessing acute hearing came in handy sometimes.

He chuckled softly at Jono's "there's nothing on the telly" comment and then he frowned at Julian's comment about there being a Wingsday at Hooters.

"Wingsday..." he said quietly to himself. His wings twitched underneath his brown jacket. Then it dawned on him. They're all going to be eating wings!

OOC: Might I break out of character for just a moment to say: AHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH oh my GOD.

so. hilarious.

AHAHAHAHA I'm glad you liked it XD!!! :P

LMAOOOO IT WAS A+

"Hurry up, Starsmore!" Julian yelled.

"Pipe down! I don't want Warren to be offended..." Warren could hear Jono whispering as they left out the front door. Just before the door slammed shut he could hear them saying, "Next time we go out for Taco Tuesday let's take him. I hate leaving him out of our wing nights."

Upon hearing Jono's last comment, Warren grinned to himself, and then chuckled as the sudden image of Jono in a sombrero filled his mind.

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