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|| Wow, Corky’s getting skitzo tendencies in this one….||

What the ******** is that? Courtney thought to herself, the lovely silence of her suit being broken by a scream. The Brotherhood had only been here a few hours, if that, and someone had already screwed up. Although she wasn’t surprised, Corky was sure this didn’t help her already hesitant feelings for the place. She reassured herself it was probably something Sasha did, who was becoming more and more tolerable lately. It was probably because Courtney and her had the most similar personalities; both being as others would call ‘bitchy’.

Her emo thinking session was over thanks to the sudden shriek, and there was no going back to it. It was for the better, really, because it was getting to get boring and Corky just seemed to go in a circle and still wasn’t getting any concrete answers. A break -even one just to see what was going on- could only be for the better. Especially if it lasted a really, really long time. Courtney was not philosophical at all, and was better just memorizing things and spitting them back out, not finding out why things were.

She stood from her bed and left her room following the sound of the noise. It lead to what looked like a gym area, but Courtney couldn’t get too close, because the excessive screaming was beginning to hurt her hearing.

McCoy quickly dismissed Morgan from the infirmary with a remarkable clean bill of health. The tiny machines flowing through Morgan's body did give some definite advantages. Within a few moments, he had made his way to the showers, where he stood under the steaming hot water, and let it wash away the dirt that had settled on him during the mission. He sighed, watching the water swirl down the drain, carrying the weight that had been on his mind with it.

Feeling refreshedm he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and made his way back to his room, where he changed into a plain pair of black jeans, and and a grey shirt. Tying his hair back like hs usually did, he logged on to his computer to check which movies would be playing in the immediate future..

Notcing a blinking icon on his desktop, he clicked on it, bringing up a memo from the Professor.

"Looks like fun. I'll think about it later, though. Right now I've got to focus on organizing this," he mumbled. Maybe I should ask Rogue what she wants to see before I see what's playing, he thought to himself. Quickly shutting off the computer, he left his room to find Rogue.

((Hi everyone, I'm new. I'll be playing Rogue.))

"Sure," Jacen said with a smile. Letting Penance go from his embrace, she stood and extended her hand out to help him up. Assistance he was glad to accept. As he stood to his feet, he noticed he was still a bit wobbly. Penance just took his arm and draped it over her shoulders to help him along.

As they left the jet, a horde of students all went towards the downstairs infirmary. Penance and Jacen both headed in the opposite direction. "Where you want to go?," Evelyn asked.

".........Got anything to eat? It's been a few days...," Jacen remarked as he noticed his stomach was grumbling quite fiercely.

"I'm sure I can cook you something up."

"Really? Wow. a**-kicking and a cook to boot? Hon, I think I'm in love," Jacen said jokingly as they both made their way to the kitchen. It took a bit longer than usual, Jacen was stumbling around, even with Penance's help. Soon, they were at the kitchen and Jacen was seated in one of the many chairs at the bar. "whatcha cooking?," he asked.

"It's a surprise," Evelyn said with a flirtatious smile.

"I.......Ok. Don't make it too spicy then, hon," Jacen said as something caught his attention. Professor Xavier was wheeling into the kitchen, the same stern expression was on his face.

"Xavier," Jacen said, acknowledging his former master's foe.

"It's good to see you alive, Jacen," Xavier said, the scowl on his face softening a bit, "Though both of you are supposed to be in the infirmary getting a check up.

"Yea...I needed something to eat first. And the rest can get checked up first before I head down there."

"That sounds reasonable, but honestly, that's not the reason I came down here."

"......Let's cut to the chase then, Professor," Jacen said, showing him some much deserved respect.

"Very well," Xavier said as he wheeled across the table from Jacen. "I wanted to ask you something. How have you been dealing with the Brotherhood's betrayal?"

"As well as you could expect someone to deal after being stabbed in the back by your supposed friends."

"And...have you given any thought as to where you'd be going now?"

"Honestly....," Jacen said as he trailed off while glancing at Penance, "I'd like to stay close to the area.....I think....I think....yea." Jacen was a bit embarrassed, for whatever reason, and couldn't complete his thought. He cleared his throat and spoke up again. "But...if I'm on my own...I think I'd be hunted until the Acolytes got to finish me once and for all."

"They would too," Xavier said as he wheeled back to the doorway. "I'll leave you two alone now. And Jacen?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"There is a free room upstairs if you need to stay for a few days while making a decision, but I'd like to offer you a place here at my Institute," Xavier said as he left the room.

Jacen smiled a bit, and said quietly, "Thank you, Professor."

Not that she had much choice in the matter, she couldn't exactly turn her ears off and not listen to the conversation at bay across the kitchen. A faint smirk formed on her mouth but she said nothing and proceeded to burn her thumb on splashing oil from a heavy skillet.

"Oh, you'll heal," Jacen commented as she rubbed the burn against her uniform leg.

"Shush, it doesn't hurt any less," She turned down the skillet's heat. Tasting some sauce to find it not to hot and not to bland, she poured it over the breaded chicken in the skillet and finished what she was doing, "I have to apologize. Regina is the cook of our tandem. I can only make three things well."

"That being?" He asked as she slid a plate of wings on the table.

"Wings, chili, and hm, salads," she picked up a peice and licked the sauce off her fingers, "Eh, I've made better. You know I heard that conversation, right? If you did want to get out of this place at any time... I have this house now to my name that isn't really being used."

Victoria sat in he semi-secluded corner and watched her comrads in a morbid silence. She inwardly envyed them for having a good time...yet she didn''t exactly feel like hopping up and joining them. Why? Becuase she was still mad. At what...she had no clue, but she decided it better to sit there and wallow in her own self pity then join everyone in there little carefree world of fun. Slouching with her head hung low she only saw part of what was happening in the room around her, but all it took was the sound of a loud and familer scream to violently snatch her back into reality.

She looked up just in time to see a giaganic sandcastle faded away into nothing, leaving two rag dolls figures in the middle of the floor. Squinting her eyes she confermed her suspicions...the two unconcious figures were Sasha and Pietro.

"Someone get help now!" She shouted to the now crowded room while reached over to check their pulses. It was there...faint, but there none the less. Letting out a small breath of relef she sat down next to fallen comrads, waiting for someone to come to their aid.

(((Awe... 4laugh ...you two look so cute laying unconscious next to each other. Let me know if I''m blowing this way out of proportion sweatdrop )))

Regina grinned at Porter. "You're on. After we get checked out by Hank that is." she added, yawning. "And a nap... that was a draining mission."

"Of course. Don't want to be falling asleep during a movie or dinner." Porter said with a chuckle. Putting an arm around her they headed for the medical room.

Gen followed Teagan silently after being checked over. She was fine, being that she hadn't done a whole lot to help with the mission. At least that was how she felt. She eased into the room and into bed quietly so as not to wake Teagan and drifted off into sleep.