[open log] Bobby needs to do some thinking. And talking.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bobby, you
Setting: Various places around the mansion
Content: Bobby deals with his recent phone call in various ways.
Status: Open and incomplete
Threadjacking: Totally cool with me! (LOL PUNS)
Notes: There are a few specific people Bobby should talk to, and that's indicated in the threads, but otherwise... free-for-all! Also: XMH is so great for when I have nothing to do at work. Just saying, you guys. =D

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For Emma and the Cuckoos

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[After sitting, numb, on his bed for several minutes, Bobby decides to cancel his planned last-minute Christmas supplies shopping trip in favour of a different, more important errand.

He strides purposefully to Emma's office. The door is slightly ajar, and he can see her talking to the Cuckoos inside.

He knocks lightly.]

Darling, you have no idea how badly I needed to RP tonight. <3

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma doesn't even bother to look up from her conversation with her girls at the knock. She knows who it is.]

Come in, dear.

Glad to be of service, lovely! <3

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Sorry to interrupt...

[Bobby walks in and stands with his hands in his pockets behind the Cuckoos, who have now all turned and are watching him with that identical unfathomable gaze.

He blinks at them and then turns his attention to the woman sitting behind the desk.]

I, uh, had a call from my mom just now.

[He's pretty much counting on Emma knowing his family history. Because of course she does.]

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Of course she knows. There are files kept about these sorts of incidents after all and Boston definitely counted as an incident.

Emma raises an eyebrow, taking a brief mental survey of the situation before nodding curtly. Her next words are directed at the blonde triplets in front of her.] Darlings, we can continue this later. I believe that Mr. Drake and I need to have a little chat.

[She doesn't say anything else until Celeste closes the door behind them.] Take a seat.

In the Danger Room

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[All of these intense conversations have resulted in Bobby feeling jittery, his muscles all in knots. Time to relieve some tension.

There's nobody in the Danger Room when he enters. He loads up a simple countryside simulation and walks to the centre of the room.

He closes his eyes, holds out his hands, and lets go. A wave of freezing cold energy pulses rapidly out, radiating from the centre, and in a matter of seconds, the entire room is covered with ice and snow.]

This is Iris

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin was just planning on some solo practice time in the Danger Room, but it's never a surprise to find someone else there. And the fact that it's Bobby is pretty nice. The people that Kevin is comfortable sparring with are, in this order, Bobby, Josh, and Logan. An ice form that can't decay, and two healers, one of which doesn't actively try to slice his head off.

He gives Bobby a nod when he sees the Danger Room isn't empty.]

You finishing up? Or do you want to practice a little more?

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby looks around at the winter 'wonderland' he's created, and shakes his head.]

Just getting started. What do you feel like doing?

[Bobby knows what he feels like doing: train until it hurts.]

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin starts to stretch. He tilts his head to the side and considers this. This is kind of nice. When he spars with anyone other than his preferred three, he doesn't like to do much of anything. He likes to use a staff and never make actual contact with the other person, or shoot with an airsoft gun so that he can get target practice while the other can work on countering such attacks. Maybe knife sparring with foam knives, but even that one is a little iffy for physical contact.

With Bobby, he doesn't have to worry. So he continues his warm up and looks around the winter wonderland with admiration. Bobby has mutant powers to be envious of.]

Anything goes, man.

By the lake

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[So now that he's worked off the tension, Bobby needs some time to process everything and think. He heads off and finds a nice, quiet spot by the lake. The air is pleasantly crisp and a slight breeze stirs the surface of the water.

Now would be a good time to talk things through with someone who would understand his crazy family - like, say, his ex-girlfriend, or his favourite punk rocker. It would probably also be a good time to tell his girlfriend what's on his mind, even if she might not understand his crazy family.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue, on the other hand, hasn't managed to work off her extra tension yet since her DR session with Logan isn't for another few hours. The mansion's filled with loud kids enjoying their break from classes and the lake seemed a good place to avoid the commotion, despite the cold. Bobby's already there by the time she makes her way out to the lake but that's fine in her book. She gives him a small smile as she walks up to stand by him.]

Hey sugah.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby looks up from his seat on the grass. He might have come here to clear his mind and be alone to think, but Rogue doesn't count as an annoyance or interruption. She never has and never will.

Hey. [He attempts a smile, but it comes out half-hearted, and he knows that she will be able to tell that something's up.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Oh. He has that look on his face.]

It's too early for you to already having to avoid kids asking for tax help.

[Her tone is light and she bites her lip for a brief moment as she drops down to sit on the grass beside him, tone and expression sobering.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Bobby's punk rocker friend is nowhere to be found at the moment, but Josh is finishing up his daily jog around the lake. He passes by Bobby and waves.]

Hey, dude.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby squints up at Josh, who is reflecting the sunlight a little too brightly.] Hey, Josh.

[They're friends, but Bobby doesn't really know him very well. So he tries to sweep the pensive expression from his face and gives the other guy a small smile.]

How's everything going?

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[Josh shrugs, and continues jogging in place.]

Oh, you know. Not much. Just hanging out here for Christmas.


(OOC: I also just realized that Josh's parents basically threw him out to fend for himself... Hmmm, perhaps they do have something to talk about?)

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Laura is taking a walk around the lake, hands stuffed in her leather jacket. She is out for a walk because it is a good day for a walk. Inside the mansion sometimes feels too warm and crowded, and today she had felt an inexplicable need for space. For quiet. Or perhaps she was looking for an answer to a question she didn't know.

Either way, when her senses find Bobby, she stops to study the slant of his shoulders, the posture of his body. It is off, she thinks. Perhaps it has been worry driving her all along.

Her steps are entirely soundless, and she walks in no rush to approach him from behind, stopping a few paces away.]

Hi.

CRYSTAL OMG *GLOMP*

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby twists and his lips form a tiny smile at the sight of her, despite his mood.]

Hey.

[He makes the tiniest movement of his head to indicate that she should come closer, and waits for her to approach.]

I AM HERE /GLOMP

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[So she does, plops down next to him with a word or a change in her usual steady expression.

Laura simply lets their thighs touch on the cold bench and shares the warmth. She is not sure how to ask if anything is wrong even if it is, so she doesn't, decides to look out over the calm lake instead.

She is not good at this. But she feels comfortable enough with Bobby not to pretend, or feel shame.]

You are worried.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali's out for a walk, looking to settle herself against a hangover and another news brief about anti-mutant hysteria. It's one of the rare occasions she doesn't have headphones in, music drowning out the world. As such, it's not hard for her to catch the crunch and shuffle of someone just off the path, by the lake--a rustle in the trees to anyone else. She goes over quietly, shoving her hands into her pockets, and stands just a ways off when she sees that it's Bobby.]

You gonna stand out here all day, or give us a rink to skate on for Christmas?

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby glances over his shoulder at her.] That depends - you gonna make it worth my while? [He gives her a lopsided smile.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [She gives him a shrug and a coy grin, finding a smoke and lighting it as she does.] What would you qualify as worthwhile?

In the kitchen

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Okay, time for some comfort. Bobby heads to the kitchen and pulls out a pint of chocolate chip ice cream. It's late, but not very late, and if you're a bit of a night owl looking for a snack, you will definitely run into him.

Bobby might not feel like talking about his family, but maybe you can prise it out of him. Or maybe you could discuss the ever-growing animosity stirred up by the Friends of Humanity. Or Christmas. Or... anything, really; Bobby's eating ice cream so he's feeling better already.]

Re: In the kitchen

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Jono senses that something is wrong. He's still the same ol' Jono - he's never been very good at picking up on subtle emotional cues, but this time it's not too difficult. Even if it weren't for the fact that Bobby's eyes seem sadder than usual, and that he's staring blankly into his tub of ice cream, there's something else, too. Maybe Bobby doesn't want to talk about it out loud - or maybe he does - but Jono is picking up a lot of negative telepathic energy. Jono can tell that it's not something that Bobby is trying very hard to actively block. Either that, or Jono's getting marginally better.

He was going to make a root beer float for himself, but poking his head into the kitchen and seeing his friend sitting at the kitchen island like that, Jono decides to make it two. He plops a scoop of ice cream into each cup of root beer - splashing root beer all over the countertop of course - and slides one across to Bobby.]

I bought more ice cream.

IRIS, that was a BEAUTIFUL TAG right there. Oh, Jono!

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[The corner of Bobby's mouth quirks upwards in thanks as he takes hold of the root beer float.]

Thanks, man.

[He holds his cup up in a silent cheers and takes a swig.]

What're you doing here tonight? No band practice?

[Yeah, he might be avoiding the subject of Why Bobby Drake is Drowning His Feelings in Ice Cream.]

AWW!! I'm so glad you think so :D

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Jono does not find anything remotely unusual about Bobby consuming all that ice cream... but he is quieter than usual. And something's just not... well, Bobby always puts a positive spin on things. Right now he just looks like he might need someone else to help him do it.]

Uh, well, we did have band practice, but Ali and Kevin got into a wee bit of a disagreement, and well... words were exchanged, but it's nothing we haven't heard before, and it didn't come to blows, and I'm sure they'll be fine by tomorrow. You know how they are. [Jono huffs as though he's never responsible for any of the numerous "disagreements" that the band gets itself into.]