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xmutanthigh2010-10-25 01:09 am
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[closed log] funtimes in the kitchen
Characters: Kevin, Bobby
Setting: The kitchen of the mansion
Content: Bobby suddenly gets an impromptu idea about his and Kevin's powers
Status: Incomplete, and I say "semi"-closed. Characters could tag in after the interactions w/ Bobby and Kevin if you so desire! - Iris
[Band practice just finished, and even though Dazzler's rehearsal area doesn't have the intolerably hot lights of a real stage, Kevin's pretty sweaty and really needs to hydrate. Clad in a black wifebeater with his gloves sticking out of his back pocket and jacket slung over his shoulder (he probably looks something like this), he dashes into the kitchen confident he won't be bumping into anybody in the large space there. It is a mansion, after all!
With the pantry doors clattering noisily he runs the faucet and throws open the freezer. The ice cube tray cracks as he sprays ice cubes everywhere, most of them landing into his cup of water. The noise has attracted somebody to the kitchen, and -- oh, nope. It's Bobby. He's not here to tell Kevin to shut up; he's here to eat more ice cream.]
Oops, sorry. Hey, hold on a second. Let me put my gloves and jacket on.
[Kevin holds his arm out in a "be careful!" motion while pulling on his gloves.]
Setting: The kitchen of the mansion
Content: Bobby suddenly gets an impromptu idea about his and Kevin's powers
Status: Incomplete, and I say "semi"-closed. Characters could tag in after the interactions w/ Bobby and Kevin if you so desire! - Iris
[Band practice just finished, and even though Dazzler's rehearsal area doesn't have the intolerably hot lights of a real stage, Kevin's pretty sweaty and really needs to hydrate. Clad in a black wifebeater with his gloves sticking out of his back pocket and jacket slung over his shoulder (he probably looks something like this), he dashes into the kitchen confident he won't be bumping into anybody in the large space there. It is a mansion, after all!
With the pantry doors clattering noisily he runs the faucet and throws open the freezer. The ice cube tray cracks as he sprays ice cubes everywhere, most of them landing into his cup of water. The noise has attracted somebody to the kitchen, and -- oh, nope. It's Bobby. He's not here to tell Kevin to shut up; he's here to eat more ice cream.]
Oops, sorry. Hey, hold on a second. Let me put my gloves and jacket on.
[Kevin holds his arm out in a "be careful!" motion while pulling on his gloves.]
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And the X-Men, too! Don't forget!
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[Bobby smirks and polishes off the rest of the ice cream.]