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Jacen did not say a word when Porter came and apologized. Of course, Jacen understood where the man was coming from. Jacen didn't trust any of his old crew any more than anyone here did. He was trying to rest, but failing miserably. Oh so miserably. As he lay there, he decided to rifle through his belongings to find a few things. It took him a few minutes, but he found his discman and a few choice discs. Within a second, he had it fired up and blaring in his ears, the headphones virtually bouncing off of his head.

The hour of wreckoning draws near....., the song went. Maybe it had, Jacen didn't know, but he enjoyed the nasty guitar tone and blistering drums as he continued looking through his bag. He realized that it had almost been a full twenty four hours since he had been sutured up. Maybe it was time to get out and enjoy the sun. There'd be plenty of time to relax and sleep later at night. Now, he should probably try and be social....

So take as needed for the pain, another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.... Jacen found himself headbanging a bit as he stopped and looked at his weapons of choice. There they sat, almost as if they were beckoning him, but he hesitated. There was no need for these, and for a second, he wondered why he kept them. "Meh...," Jacen said as he slipped his boots and socks off and threw on a pair of sandals after putting on a set of swim trunks. The next song on his disc fired up, but Jacen shut it off before leaving his room.

As he walked through the house, Jacen walked through the kitchen and saw Porter sitting there drinking a beer.

"Hey man. Sorry if I'm on edge a bit," Jacen said as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He wasn't bound by Xavier's rules, and damn if he was going to set a good example for these kids. "All I can say is apology accepted, Porter. Maybe later if we converse it won't be....heated."

"Agreed. Have fun out there," Porter said as Jacen walked out of the house towards the hot tub. With one fell swoop, Jacen had cracked the beer open and had half of it gone in one drink. It had been about a year since the last time he drank. Maybe it wasn't long enough. Still though, Jacen slammed the rest of it and carried the empty can with him to the hot tub.

When he got to the whirlpool, Jacen asked calmly, "Room for one more?"

"Of course, come on in. The water's fine," everyone seemed to say in unison.

Carefully, Jacen peeled off his tank and slowly climbed into the hot tub, the far side of it, of course. It was his nature to stay away from people, even when being social.

"So.....what's up everyone?," Jacen asked as he settled in the tub.

Pietro crossed his hands behind his head and laid back in the seat. The plane was only moving at around 500 miles per hour or so, which was annoying, but luckily these beach-faring airlines didn't check ID. Three glasses of ill-gotten champagn later, and Pietro had no problem with cruising at below-mach speed levels.

He thought back on the day before they left. Jacen had arrived, and chewed everyone out for not looking for him. It was pretty certain now he wouldn't be coming back, and even worse, he might go X-crony on them. Pietro didn't mind though. For once, this was something where it was everyone's fault BUT his own. And it didn't matter right now anyway, because they'd soon be in paradise, and wouldn't have to deal with the X-Men or his father, at least for a few days. Even Wanda seemed to have lightened up, and she hadn't threatened to kill him in days.

The plane was about to land, and Pietro looked around. Even with the alcohol, he was itching for something a little more fun to do.

Flying was enjoyable, that is as enjoyable as travling in a metel tube with people you hardly know could get. Speeding throught the air at an unkown speed toward the beach seemed to put everyone in a good mood. Even that Wanda girl had calmed down to nearly likeable levels. Another plus was that she snagged the window seat next to Sasha. Being able to stare at the fluffy clouds and talk to a new friend, priceless.

After flying for who knows how long, the plane slowly made it's decent into wherever the hell the were going. As long as there was water, sand and cute guys, she could care less were their exact GPS location was. Picking up her food wrappers and stuffing them into the seat pocket, she gathered her carry-on and looked around excitedly. Practically jumping up and down in her seat she said t no one in particalur, "So, I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to have a serious beach party."

The sites just got better today... Her eyes followed him behind her sunglasses. She couldn't help it really. Before, hopefully, anybody noticed she looked at her shoulders to see if the sun was begnning to soak in. Well that thought is a far cry from things six months ago... back when Pyro charbroiled that kid... He's the only guy who's kept my attention for more than ten minutes...

"Just soaking up the sun," Penny turned her attention away from quizzing Morgan about Kitty, "I don't believe format introductions were ever done around here..."

She pointed over to Jamie, "This is Jamie our resident illusion maker and beacon of light and darkness. I believe you've met Morgan more than once. He's our human sheild. These guys were finding folks who played guitar and stuff. Do you still play, Jacen?"

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"You think after dinner I can snag you out of this place for a few hours?" Porter asked Regina when everybody was out of the kitchen. Not everybody was aware of the relationship and until the girls' team status was known, he didn't want to make anybody uncomfortable.

It was nightfall, and the Brotherhood made it to their beach house just as the sun had dipped below the horizon. Pietro stretched and smiled at the scenery. Other than another beach house next door, the area was practically deserted. All he knew was that there was miles of beach in front of him and by tomorrow there would be girls in bikinis lining the entire area. If there truly was a god, at least.

Pietro tossed his things into his room (and by toss, of course this meant several minutes tidying things up and making sure they were perfect). He then appeared in the downstairs kitchen, wearing a pair of tight fitting swim trunks. He was actually quite muscular underneath his clothing, though he was still skinny as a twig.

"And now, your fearless leader decrees... lets all go to the hot tub!" he shouted.

Sasha had put her stuff away, and looked out the window. She saw another beach house across from them, and saw the silhouettes of people inside. She heard Pietro downstairs calling everybody into the hot tub. "I'll go check out our neighbors," smiled Sasha, "Just to get a few kicks before the hot tub." She turned into sand, and piled out the window before forming into her body. In her white tank top and brown short shorts, she began to walk over to the other house.

ooc: EHHHH! wrong -_-; it pertains to the rp. she can damn well post an ooc if she wants to. the Ooc thread is for inane chatter and like any inane chatter threads alot of posts are skipped over. She would have never got her answer in time. All rp assosciated oocs will remain. And i dont care who says different. Cause im not stopping >p lets leave the modding to the mods shall we?