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Just when he thought things could not get any worse, they did.

Standing outside the shitty remains of the X-Mansion, Lance Alvers had stood and glared in fury at the spot where his jeep had last been. Yeah, that's right had been. It had been stolen by someone, quite clearly, and seeing as the rest of his mutant comrades were no where to be found, he could only guess who had done it.

"Damion," he scoffed, immediately pinning the job on the Brotherhood resident pain in the a**. As if fighting for his life all damn morning was not bad enough, it seemed as though he now had an official 'war' with this kid. One threw a punch, then the other, then the first one again...on an on until one of them finally broke. Seeing as Lance was now without transportation, it would soon be his turn to throw the winning punch.

It was was some minutes after he realized his jeep had been taken that Lance pulled up to the Brotherhood home in a candy apple red convertible which clashed with the unfinished mansion. Of course, the car belonged to no one other then Lance's other arch rival Scott Summers. Within an hour, goggle-boy would come by to get it back, but that was the least of Lance's worries. Valerie was in the immediate area, and it would be a matter of time before she saw him. Considering it had been hours since she last got to push his buttons, there was no way of telling what she had planned.

God help him.

Meanwhile...
Damion finally managed to find his room though it took much irritation. All of the outside doors seemed to be painted the same damn color in order to make the house look nicer. Of course that made things very difficult for someone like Damion who did not give a s**t as to wether or not the colors clashed so long as he could find where he was going. He sighed walking around until he found the attick. He assumed, correctly, that any leftover materials would be shoved up there where noone could see them. He managed to with somegreat trouble, paint four long black lines from top to bottom acros his door and then slash a white X across afterwords. It took him less time to paint the door than it did to fetch the supplies and it was messy to say the least but he knew the residents of this household. The coasy appearance of the mansion was not going to last a week tops. He did not feel like putting the paint back up so he shoved the buckets in his closet and looked around. He had to hand it to them, they did a prety reasonable job on the inside of the room. If they had not he would never have figured out which was his. However the pure black and white coloring of the entire room from top to bottom was imistakably Damion's. The only non-furniture in the entire room was a small trashbin in the corner and a Telivision by the door. He left the door all the way open and began making his way back into the living room to deal with the rest of his comrades for a while.

Markus had been watching TV when a green skinned lady stuck her head into the parlor spotted him and pulled back into the next room. He got up streatched with a yawn and seriously debated sitting back down and watching TV. Deciding to go amke the obligitory rounds and get the introductions over with he leaned back over and picked the remote up to shut the TV off.

Damion finally managed to get back to the living room where everyone except Vallery and Lance were. "Hey, if anyone goes near my room (youll know it when you see it) the pai-" He stoped midsentence as he saw Lance near the doorway with Valery excited in her location not far behind. Damion thought of his options. In the first second he desided that there was no possibility of him getting out of this alright. In the second he rewrouted his earlier theory. No, the house was not going to last a week because depending on wether or not Lance was in a good mood, and he never was, it might not last an entire day. "Hey Lance, borrowed your jeep." Damion smiled his most innocent smile and placed his hand on the back of his head. He had a bad feeling that today was going to end similar to yesterday. With Lance unsuccesfully trying to obliterate Damion the whole time.

Having missed his chance to go to asteroid M, Toad decided to wonder the remains of the x-mansion hoping that he would find something to entertain him. And he did, in one of the dorm rooms he had come across a Play Station 2, which he sat and played for a few hours before raiding the dresser the system set on. Finding first nothing but women’s underwear, he was about to give up when the frog boy found a whole box of games and two Dance Dance Revolution dance pads. Oh yes, it was Christmas for him. Grabbing two pillow cases off the bed, Toad quickly stuffed the system, games and dance pads into the cloth sacks. Just before he left, he took one par of the underwear and put them on his head then jumped out the window and bounded home.

Once he reached home to took at least an hour before the Play Station was even hooked up to Brotherhood's main big screen TV. Then another hour after that before he managed to get any games working. It wasn't until just before the other brotherhood members got home did he have the dance pads set up and working, so busy he was he didn't even say anything when they did in fact come home.

And now with the pink underwear still on his head he cried out, like some mad doctor. "ITS DONE!" He laughed and took a short brake to bound though the hallways calling out his news.

Jillann, waking up, half because of some dumb a** shouting down the halls and the fact she was only half awake to start with. She rubbed her eyes so she could open them and walk over to the mirror and noticed that she had a severe case of bed head. "Where’s the brush" she asked knowing she wouldn't get a response. She found it and made her hair stay as flat as it could. Then she headed down stairs to see what was going on and notice that they had a new game system. "Sweet dance pad" she said feeling all woken up at the sight of entertainment.

(sorry if it not good stress of X-mas gonk )

A small girl crossed the battle scarred lawn of the Institute. She paused and gawked at the mansion. Someone attacked? What are the odds? It wasn't surprising, but the damage inflicted still shocked her slightly. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen the mansion with so much as a single scratch on it. Then again, I never was around much. The girl proceeded to circle the mansion listlessly. She had just arrived and was already bored. How pathetic was that? She flopped down on the grass and briefly wondered if anyone remembered her. She sighed and wondered if she would even remember them.

"Then it'll be perfect because I've got two right feet. C'mon it's fun despite the lack of skills one might have." She said with a laugh and pressed the start button for what the game called a training sequence.

((hehe my b/f just got me this game so I'm all like wooo ddr XD ))