Characters: Bobby and Rogue
Tagging: Wolverine, Gambit, Warren, Wanda, Pietro, Cyclops, Jean and Pyro
Those Going to Mojo: Bobby, Rogue, Gambit, Warren, Wanda, Wolverine and Pyro
Location: Underbelly of the Mansion
Description: Mojo acquires season three's stars! Kind of a log, kind of a narrative...reply here please!

"Hulk SMASH!"

The words echoed through the crowded streets of New York as the jade giant rampaged through parked cars, tossing them around like it was nothing. From behind a building, Iceman's sleek ice sled glistened in the midday sun as he peeled out into the fray. Bobby looked different than usual. He was decked out fully in his new X-Men uniform, which he had made alterations to. The leather pants and boots were normal, but the jacket was open revealing tight, chiseled ice abs. On his head he wore a red bandana, a remnant he found in his room. He couldn't recall if it was his or John's but he liked it anyway. Sunglasses rest on his nose, covered his iced eyes.

"Okay ugly," he said as he skidded to a halt, "playtime's over."

"Hulk smash puny snowman!" yelled the beast in rage as he kicked a taxi cab towards Iceman. It rolled across the blacktop, glass spraying through the air and the sound of scraping metal making Iceman flinch. A quick movement of his hands and the cab hung in the air, belly up on a glacier in a style befitting the Titanic.

"It's Iceman you small brained halfwit," he said as he took off on his sled. The Hulk was fast and unlike anything he had fought before. Throwing chunks of ice and snow wasn't going to cut it, and freezing him in a block of ice would take too much time. There was one last option though.

Quickly he brought the sled back around, flying right at the Hulk. The brute's giant forearms came up as he attempted to knock Bobby off the sled, but he had anticipated it. At the last second he leapt off the sled and landed behind the Hulk. He went to work lowering his internal temperature, making the air around him super cool. The Hulk seemed unaffected at first, but started to slow down as his body temperature dropped. "Chill out dude," said Iceman with a smirk as he continued to freeze the monster, creating small ice crystals to form in his blood.

The Hulk's verdant skin was just beginning to turn back into Bruce Banner pink when the Danger Room simulation suddenly shut down, and Beast's furry blue face came into view.

"Oh sure, right when I'm winning," scoffed Bobby in protest.

"Robert, what are you doing?" asked Hank sternly.

"Well I was running a Danger Room simulation," he said as he became flesh once more, his ice abs replaced with the average body of Bobby Drake.

"You have Rogue duty," replied Hank.

"I switched with Logan," said Bobby as he zipped his jacket up.

"No, you didn't," said Hank. "And besides, that exercise is way past your level."

"No it's not," said Bobby, annoyance in his voice. "I'm an X-Man now, I'm ready for the big boy games."

"That was intended as an exercise in teamwork," said Hank. "And if you're a real X-Man, then do you real X-Man duties."

"Rassum frassum," mumbled Bobby as he stormed off to the detention center.

"C'mon...c'mon...." Waiting, that's all her life had become was a giant waiting game. Rogue tapped her foot absently. It was Hank who decided it would be best for her to exercise occasionally, knowing the risks of entropy. Especially since her cast was due to come off eminently, her arm would be weakened and would need rehabilitation.

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"The ratings are down, Mojo," came from an Asian man. He holding a black binder that contained charts and statistics for the Genoshan network, that Mojo’s realtiy mutant arena show aired on. "Saka-san, you worry too much," was the reply, that was made sickly from fatty jowls, "I have the perfect thing for those peons at home watching, my assistant is just putting the finishing touches on our pitch." Saka-San was a network executive in charge of meeting with all the television shows to help them build a budget according to what the board felt appropriate. Mojo sat back with a sigh of leather beneath his obese body. He rested in a custom built office chair; one with no arm rests so he would not feel the pressure of them holding him in. The room was almost glitzy, except for the lights; Mojo kept the room dimly lit because of his sensitivity. On the walls hung matted and framed stills from past shows, there were mutants and gladiators shot like cast photos and action shots of them battling in the arena. A large portrait of the current season’s star hung in isolation, in perverse homage, a pallid art light cast a soft aura around the frame.. It was a picture of a blonde boy, who had been seen in all the video clips that were circulating the internet. There was a small gold tag with the inscription "Longshot -- Season 2".

Mojo's assistant entered the room with a CD case in his hands. "Finally!" Mojo bellowed again blubbery cheeks dampened his words, "Put it in." The assistant did as he was instructed putting the disc into a computer that was set up off to the side; a projection screen slowly lowered. An image was brought into focus as Mojo narrated "Let me introduce to you, Saka-San, The Brootherhood of Evil Mutants," the image flipped "Eric Lensherr, Magneto, their leader, master of Magnetism." The room darkened as the image changed "Raven Darkholme, Mystique, metamorphe, terrorist and political activist. St. John Allerdyce, Pyro, pyro-kinetics, terrorist," the image flipped to a photo of John terrorizing a crowd of people at the F.O.H rally, flames shooting out from him. The image flipped to a again, “Rogue, terrorist, former affiliation X-Men. She can't touch someone without absorbing their memories or skills. Powers, in cases of other mutants. She has no other aliases and no record...” Again the imaged flashed, “Remy LeBeau aka Gambit. Refugee from hurricane Katrina. Affiliations: Theives Guild. Currently a member of Magneto’s Brotherhood. Demolitions expert.” He glanced down at his notes and rattled off Gambit’s Powers. "Frederick J Dukes, Blob and Mortimer Toynbee, Toad currently incarcerated in Rikers penitentiary for mutants."

With a clap of his fatty hands Mojo sat back into his chair. “On the other hand we have the X-Men, lead by one of the great visionaries of our time, Charles Xavier.” The picture lingered on the Professor for a time before flipping over to Cyclops. “Scott Summers…”

Mojo was interrupted. “I get it, Mojo-san, what’s your point?” Saka was irritated by the fat man’s long windedness.

A chuckle rolled over his fatty larynx. “It’s common knowledge that the Brotherhood and the X-Men are mortal enemies. I say the world needs to know which group have the right to call themselves homo-superior." The network executive shifted in his seat as Mojo finally stood. "Do you know what I'm planning, Saka-San? Ever since the beginning of time man has been obsessed with destroying other man. I'm talking a gladiator style competition. X-Men and The Brotherhood: survival of the fittest. Let the arena decide!” He said, emphasizing his words with a pound of his fist.

"Mojo, these are all United States Citizens," the larger man lifted a hand to silence Saka-San, "I assure you this is entirely legit." A paper was slid across the table, "it came in last week from the Unite States, secretary of defense. They want to utilize our services, discretely, however if you notice in the second paragraph 'by any means necessary'.”

Saka-san lifted his eye glasses and brought the paper close to his face. "Do what you need to do, Mojo." He nodded and turned to the image of Rogue holding onto a police officer's forearm, the skin beneath her hand wrinkling.

"Excellent, Saka-San, lets get lunch and talk about what kind of check the network is willing to write me."

The boy known as Pyro had been sleeping ever since Logan had clocked him one and the Professor had placed him in a state of hibernation. It was safer and easier that way, no one had any idea of what had happened and they hadn’t even probed that deeply to find out because it was John and everyone must have figured it was Pyro being Pyro.

The med lab was filled with the constant rhythm of his steady breathing and the soft slow beeps of a heart that still beat in a chest that hadn’t opened up lungs to say a single word. It was strange how quiet he could be if given a chance and it even bordered on weird.

However, there was something different about John today.

His heart rate was accelerating rapidly, his breathing catching in the back of his throat as eyes raced under the closed lids and his fingers twitched almost restlessly like they were reaching for something but they didn’t know what.

In the next instance and with a gasping breath John was jerking upwards, eyes snapping wide open before closing suddenly and quickly as light burned them and he all but scrambled away from the reality that hit him full force.

John panicked that much that he ended up on the ground, instantly curling up at the cold that seemed to reach past flesh and into bone before scrambling closer to the wall, huddling into himself as if that would stop the world from spinning.

He didn’t know where he was, who he was, or even why he felt like his stomach was turning inside out and God, he wished his head would just stop pounding over and over again.

John needed – wanted – answers and there were none to be had, it was like reaching inside of his mind and finding nothing but a blank slate and it frightened the hell out of him.

Who was he?

Why was he here?

And why did his hands ache as if they’d lost something that they’d always held onto?

John folded his head into his hands and closed his eyes as he tried to make sense out of everything that didn’t make sense and he almost – almost – felt like crying and he hadn’t done that …he couldn’t remember but he felt it had been a really long time.

Why did nothing make sense?

Current Mood: confused

Enough was enough, Rogue needed a change of scene, it was her nature. Her flimsy scrubs had been exchanged for a pair of coveralls, it seemed the X-Men weren't going to be taking any chances with her and her shenanigans and made sure the girl was covered head to toe. "Isn't this a little excessive?" She had asked Nurse Annie who had prepped her, outfitting with a pair of manacles that connected her ankles with a bit of chain. It wouldn't inhibit walking, but certainly would make it difficult to run. She didn't want to take any chances, or so the nurse said. And so she waited, forwhenever Logan was going to arrive to escort her outside the dention block. Rogue slouched on the bed, legs stretched out in front of her.

Soon Logan arrived at the detention block, immediately, a glare was tossed at the good nurse, who was passing in the hall. "She's a fucking kid, not an animal..." the rest was muttered lowly beneath his breath, no doubt he was throwing obscenities in the air.

She stared blankly, green hues shifting from Logan to Annie as they exchanged some, apparently, heated words, through the small window on the door. It looked like the two were about to come to blows, but she turned and walked away briskly. She watched the exchange, curious about what was actually being said, but not being privvy to their conversation. Rogue straightened a bit when Wolverine finally entered.

Claws extended and Logan sliced the manacles from Rogue's body. Claws then retracted and the man cocked his head towards the door. "Lets go, you."

A bit of a chuckle was released at his actions and she wondered if it had anything to do with Nurse Annie.

She stood at his order, "Just lead the way."

Eyes still narrowed, Logan abruptly turned on his heel and started to lead the girl out of the cell and to the outside of the mansion, still huffing about how Scott had her in the cell as though she were a serial killer.

On that note, he lifted his head and turned towards her, eyes looking as though they were seeing through her. "No funny stuff, kiddo. Got it?" Even after the events of the two in the cell before, he still had a job and reputation to uphold.

"Ah wouldn't dream of it," Rogue remarked. She jammed her hands into her pockets and swaggered behind him, oozing confidence. This was a definate case of the squeaky wheel getting the oil. Hooray for small victories.

"Y'sure pissed her," she commented after a brief moment.

"Good," Logan remarked as he lead her up to the the first floor of the mansion and towards the front doors of the manison, where they were then swung open and he led her towards the steps of the front porch, watching her motions carefully along the way. "Need a smoke while you're out here?"

Wanda peered through the window at the people on the front porch. It was that gruff, hairy man and the strange girl that Pietro had told her about. They had done well at avoiding most of the mansion's residents (or those who remained) while living off of the food they bought and the heat they paid for. Mostly, they were all wrapped up in their own problems. Wanda had little problems roasting marshmallows in the fireplace and remaining unnoticed. She hid behind the curtain. Maybe those two would stay out there and she could go about collecting magazines for Pietro again.

Her eyes widened as they turned the corner and stepped outside into the light of the afternoon. The air was cool and there was a bit of snow on the ground. "Ah ha!" she exclaimed, skipping down the stone steps of the porch. Coming to the last step, she swung her arms, giving her the momentum to flip forward into an aerial and finish with a roundoff. Rogue was being mindful of her broken arm, holding it out, but the weight of the cast through her balance off and she missed the landing, falling on her butt into a pile of snow. She merely fopped backwards and laughed. "What'd y'say?" she lifted her head to look up at Logan.

((Hey guys! I posted what we had started if anyone wants to do anything with this!))

Who: Chloe and Deah (with apperances by Paige, Emma and a mysterious man)
What: playing hooky
Where: Los Angeles

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With one swift motion, Emma kicked her high heels to the floor of the limosine. She would never turn as phrase such as "her dogs were barking" but the concept certainly crossed her mind. Her pale neck fell back, resting on the leather headrest, as she reached for her drink. It was hard to believe that only hours ago the school was in a state of hypertension, and now she was staring out at a Los Angeles sunset, her head buzzing. She had spent her entire day shuffling two seperate herds of meandering teenagers through airport security and deserved some time to unwind.

Due to the dangers of the Brotherhood's recent occupation, a lockdown was executed, purusant to the Xavier Protocol. This allowed Emma to use the full capacity of Cerebro, without having to worry about compromising security.

It was no small feat to pull off a stunt as large as manueverning moving a large group of mutant teenagers from JFK International to LAX. Even with near unlimited resources, she was forced to divide the students into two groups. The first group left early with Storm. By employing the aid of quintuplet telepaths, the Stepford Cuckoos, Emma now had the firepower and range to accomplish her Herculean task. Simultaniously she and the remaining students waited for the second flight. By using the Cuckoos as psychic pinpoints she was able to monitor the first flight and assure that the other passengers and personel were unaware of the identity of the fugitive mutant children.


The journey, completed twice, was coming to an end as the limosine reached the X-Corporation Adjuct Facility based in Los Angeles. A building that was essentially a homeless shelter came into view. It was meager at best and she was too tired to ponder Sebastian Shaw's recent aquisition of a seat on the board of directors. Had she been more lucid, she might have speculatated the connections between the building's misgivings and Shaw's motivations. But instead she chalked it up to stinginess on the behalf of X-Corporation. She trusted Charles Xavier when it came to the safety of the students and knew that security would almost always be top prioriety over comfort, much to her chagrin.

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((this was a scene we were doing as a thread and finished in IM. The entire thing is collected here.))

Who: Wolverine and Sabretooth
When: After Wolverine leaves the mansion
Where: Canadian Woods
What: Bloody

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Emma Frost sat on the cold marble railing outside of the Xavier's Institute, her face pressed into a clipboard which listed the entire student body in alphabetical order. It was a sleepless night for her; the few hours she happened to get barely made any difference and she seemed to be running on pure adrenaline and caffiene. Her slender fingers gripped the paper cup of espresso she had run out early in the morning to grab. It was a double shot, but was quickly losing its potencey. She figured she'd catch up on sleep during the flight out to Los Angelas.

Nevertheless, she was dressed impeccably, her hair tied into a tight bun held by a jewel encrusted comb. She clicked down firmly on her pen and began to take a rough attendance. It was still fairly early and only a handful of students were gathered, but she decided to get started right away.

"Now when we get to California, we will be staying in an X-Corporation hostel. It will be smaller than the mansion, but will have ample room to accomidate us," she said, trailing off when she realised the half asleep students were barely even paying attention. She yawned, politely covering her mouth and began to jealously eye the espresso she had bought for Storm.

Due to recent attacks on the school, we will be taking a manditory field trip to California very soon. You will be divided up into groups according to your home room teacher and will be responsible for looking after one another.

Please pack one (1) bag of luggage, and if you wish, a small carry on bag. Make sure to have plenty of changes in clothing for all types of weather.

You will still be responsible for your assignments and studies while in California. Classes will still resume as normal.

Ms. Munroe and myself will be the only teachers accompanying the student body to California. As such, all Junior X-Men will be responsible for helping to keep everything working smoothly. You are to treat them with the same respect you treat the teaching staff.

Tomorrow morning we will be leaving for the airport bright and early. All students are to meet at the front door packed and ready to go at 7:30 AM. Detentions will be given to any students who are late.