[open log] a day in the life of the iceman

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bobby, you
Setting: All over the mansion
Content: Just another day in the life!
Status: Open, incomplete

...Because Mindy desperately needs something to do in the slow hours at work. =D

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Mornings are for eating

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[Bobby's up surprisingly early for a guy who doesn't go to bed until morning. He's yawning and wandering down for breakfast. Maybe you run into him, or maybe you're already eating. Either way, he's not so sleepy that he can't have a conversation!]

Re: Mornings are for eating

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[Jono's eating. Of course he's eating! He's also sitting alone, reading a newspaper. He looks up from the paper and sees Bobby walking around with his breakfast and pats the seat next to him.]

Re: Mornings are for eating

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[Bobby smiles and slides into the offered seat, a spoonful of cereal already in his mouth. His greeting to Jono is garbled around the mouthful, but since Jono is a champion eater, he understands food-speak.]

Hey. How's it going?

Re: Mornings are for eating

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Not so bad. Things seem to be going slow since coming back from vacation. It's hard going back to classes again after that.

(OOC: HEEE. Food-speak. Champion eater! Hee!)

Re: Mornings are for eating

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it. I'm studying accounting. Someone tell me why I thought that was a good idea, again?

(OOC: Yes! XD Because he TOTALLY IS!)

Ice, ice, baby

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[It's time for training. Bobby's fully recovered from the limb-smashing incident, and he's eager to test his limits. He's already in ice form, trying to see how fast he can go on his slides while he waits for everyone else to show up.]

Re: Ice, ice, baby

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WET is really not something paid attention to by someone who can mend his own broken bones. So Josh Foley is skating around on the ice slides left behind by Iceman, which are already starting to drip and melt.]

Woohoo!

[Josh spins madly and then swerves on one of the slides, struggling to stay on the ice as he narrowly makes one of the turns and keeps going. When he reaches the end of it, he maneuvers a kickflip with his board and lands squarely on the Danger Room floor.]

You - are - awesome!

[Josh says this to Bobby pointing a finger at him with each word, breathing heavily and grinning from the adrenaline rush.]

You build the best ramps!

Re: Ice, ice, baby

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[Bobby grins, and it looks kind of weird when he's made of ice like that.] I do what I can, man.

[He leaps up onto another one, building it as he goes, skating along at breakneck speed. His yell drifts over to Josh from over his shoulder.]

Think you can keep up?

Re: Ice, ice, baby

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Totally!

[Now it's game -- Josh follows Bobby along on the newly made ice slides, which is a little bit easier since they're fresh and not melting, and also harder because he can't predict which way Bobby's going to go. Josh is going to chalk this up to a test of his reflexes.

They start to approach a pack of practice opponents.]

Freeze 'em, I'll take them out!

[Bobby nods behind him at Josh, and hits the first opponent with ice, but doesn't stop or slow down. He keeps his ice slide going to the next guy, while Josh follows and takes out the frozen opponent with a hard punch. They try to keep this going for the rest of the goons.]

Re: Ice, ice, baby

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[Before long, a small squad of six have been taken out. Bobby slides off his ramp to the floor, rolling to the side to avoid some gunfire and reaching out to blast the gunman with ice. The gun freezes up, giving Josh time to skate up and knock this last opponent out.]

Nice!

Afternoons are for resting

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[Bobby's home from class and has just finished showering after an afternoon workout. He's definitely ready for some relaxation, so he wanders down to the rec room to see who's around or what's on TV.]

Re: Afternoons are for resting

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[Julian's around. He's brought his laptop down to the rec room to do some business shit, and he looks up from the email he was typing when Bobby walks in. It's not exactly an odd occurrence they're in the same room, but it is the first time since the dance they've been in the same room.

Julian's kind of curious if Bobby was too busy perving out over the hot cheerleader-clone to realize yours truly was all the hell over Bobby's ex that same night. Plus after that DR stunt things have been status quo plus some lingering hostility between them.

So yeah, Julian's curious. He puts on his poker face and raises his brows in the other guy's direction.]

Drake.

Re: Afternoons are for resting

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Keller.

[Bobby's eyes narrow automatically as he sinks down on the couch. He can't help it - it's a knee-jerk reaction to Julian's presence.

And yes. He noticed Julian and Rogue at the dance. But since he's supposed to be getting over Rogue, he's trying not to care. They're both free to see whoever they want.

He did, however, find himself wondering why it has to be Julian, of all people. And sometimes when he's wondered this, he's wanted to punch a wall.]

Re: Afternoons are for resting

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Well, that answers that. Julian tilts his head a little, licking his lips as he looks back down at his email. He's got a small smirk on, too. He can't help it, really. Bobby's antagonism is kind of fucking hilarious to him.]

How's it going?

Re: Afternoons are for resting

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[Bobby shrugs, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. He's the model of carefully practiced casualness.]

Same as usual.

Evenings are for... whatever.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[It's after dinner, and Bobby doesn't feel like studying. He's walking down the halls, trying to think of something to do. Maybe you have a suggestion?]

Re: Evenings are for... whatever.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[What do you know? John's roaming the halls, too. More like he's heading down to the kitchens for something to eat, but whatever.

He looks up, and his eyes lock with Bobby's as they pass each other. Naturally, they just stare, as they have been staring. Once they pass, John can't help the pointed, amused scoff that leaves him.]

Re: Evenings are for... whatever.

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[Bobby hears him, and his fists clench by his sides. He knows the best thing to do is just to ignore him and keep walking, but he can't help it: he stops.]

What?

Re: Evenings are for... whatever.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[John's smirking and heaving a big sigh as he stops and half-turns to face Bobby.]

Nothing, Bobby. Just wondering when you're going to remove that stick up your ass. Does that hurt, by the way?

Re: Evenings are for... whatever.

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[Bobby folds his arms and narrows his eyes.]

Still proudly wearing your 'asshole' badge, I see.

Sleep is for the weak

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[Late at night, Bobby is - where else? - in the kitchen. He's just opened a new tub of double choc chip ice cream. Now that everything's quiet, he's got some time to think. Or he's got some time to talk to you.]

Re: Sleep is for the weak

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Already seated at the other end of the kitchen island is Kevin. He's sort of ready for bed, in sweatpants and a hoodie, but the ever-present leather gloves always give him a bit of a goth look. He's eating some kind of brownie out of a baking pan.]

Hey.

[There's a bit of a pause while Kevin decides whether or not he should bring this up.]

So, uh, I guess my roomie was kinda pissed about you today, or something.

(OOC: Hey, it's Iris. Thought Kevin could use a little talk, too! About all this New Brotherhood business and whatnot.)

Re: Sleep is for the weak

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[Bobby's expression falls a little, mouth pressing into a harder line as he digs his spoon into his ice cream.]

Yeah... John's always pissed about me.

Re: Sleep is for the weak

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin gives him a shrug, trying to say "no big deal" or something.]

Wanna talk about it? He didn't. He just muttered something about "I'll tell you later" and left the room.

[A pause to shovel more brownies into his mouth.]

Promise I won't say anything to him.

Re: Sleep is for the weak

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[Bobby glances sideways at Kevin. He's pretty sure his conversation with Ali was something that was meant to be kept in confidence. But... John might end up spilling anyway.]

We just had a bit of a run-in. Hadn't actually seen him much or spoken to him since he got here. There are a lot of... issues.

[He pauses a moment, then decides he might as well show his hand.]

And I, uh, I heard. About the New Brotherhood.