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Charge was bored, 'Is there nothing to do around here?' he asked himself. Sure enough as he floated down the hallways he couldn't help but feel his boredom tugging at his curiosity. He took a different hallway and was amazed to see the mess in it.

'What the heck happened here? A hurricane, that involved a lot of dairy cows? Where the heck did all of this cheese come from?' He continued his float down the hallway until the large amount of cheese got to him and forced him to remember that he hadn't eaten anything. Without another thought he turned his grounder on and ran off into the direction of the kitchen.

(If the mods don't like me having the grounder he can always run into someone and break it, it doesn't matter to me.)

DeJuan had finally made it to the kitchen and managed to get lost only once. Before even entering the kitchen he noticed that it was pretty crowded.

"Wow...is everyone that lives here up for late night snacks or something?"

Normally DeJuan wouldn't like entering a room filled with so many strangers but his stomach ordered him to enter with a deep growl. He entered the kitchen and politely weaved through the people with his quiet 'excuse me's and 'sorry's. He went through the cabinets and cupboards hastily and attempted to make a PB&J sandwhich before opening the breadbox to find it empty. He returned the peanut butter and the jelly to their places before finding a bowl and a box of Captin' Crunch cereal. He poured himself a bowl and was not surprised to see that the school was lacking milk. He ate the cereal dry, standing alone against the counters.

Narcissa blinked herself out of her reverie as Aaron spoke to her, blue eyes blinking once, twice before they focused; their shadowed depths lightening. “Do I?”, a faintly embarrassed blush crossed her features as she wiped at the corner of her mouth for a moment, the open hole in the wall she was staring out of making her step away from it as a chill passed through her.

How he was so cheerful; she didn’t know. But she was never really one to be a buzz-kill. Eyeing the greasy bag with some trepidation, she eventually nodded. “Sure… I suppose a dinner of cookies and milk isn’t very healthy… Although somehow I doubt these are much better…”. Despite her words, she was grateful that he was there. Her ‘Just keep swimming’ philosophy wasn’t going to last her much longer if she kept thinking as darkly as she was.

“When did you go to…”, her eyes flickered from the bag back to his face with a rather wry smile. “Gut bomb?”

Carlos sat in the room he took in the secret lair of magneto. The room wall to wall was filled filled with darkness that he maintained for some time watching the lord of magnetism and seeing how far out he could watch other things Weather he was forgotten or just left alone, he was board either way. Meditating took patience but as it stood about four hours was a limit he didn't think even a monk would put up with. The Darkness in the room slowly retracted and he got up from his sitting position and stretched his legs. He then started moving things over and away to make room and found his boom box to still work. He turned it on and found no radio station so played one of his CDs instead. He then started practicing his basic Cappoiera, better then being bored he could train his martial arts all day. He still wished he had better things to do but this atleast distracted him from friends and enemies alike allowing him to retreat to the here and now of his personal space.

As Xavier finished up his meeting with Miss. Wilde, there came another knock against the door of his study. "Pardon me," he said to Pippin, not forcing her to leave but simply informing her that he had another student to meet with and he might want his privacy respected.

"Come in," said the Professor, turning his voice toward the front of his office for the second time that day. "The door should be open."

((Lax, I know, but I'm crunched for time. Will follow up with more posting tonight if all goes well.))

Rogue approached the kitchen and found it packed. No wonder she hadn't found anyone earlier, they were all in here. She blinked at the thought of being in such close proximity with so many people, and the significantly high possiblilty of bumping into at least one of them. She was glad she'd remembered to grab her gloves. Taking comfort in the fact that she was appropriately clothed, she entered the room.

Glancing around at the faces that surrounded her, Rogue realized that she didn't know any of them. Her eyes desperately searched for someone familiar, and finally found Victoria over by the fridge. She would have preffered Morgan, or Logan, and was seriously wondering where Raze had wandered off to, but Victoria was far better than all these others she didn't know yet. She carefully made her way towards the freezer, doing her best not to get bumped by any of the others.

Damion yawned. He could tell that now that the first person had crashed everyone else was soon to follow. Those who did not would dwindle away slowly though the night and eventualy pass out at around three o'clock in the morning. Or at least that's what experience told him. With these thoughts in mind he decided it was time to make his tramatic exit. "For the sake of wasting away what precious time I have left on earth I think I will hit the sack as well. Later." he said with a yawn as he walked casualy down the hall towards his room, easily presentable as the only ill-painted room in the entire house.