mutant mean girls reporting for duty. or not.

[cuckoos]

Don't even think about it.

Scattered, disjointed - not very professional. Not smooth at all. We don't care what you think might be fun or who's there. Not even Miss Frost. Get your own ducks in a row before calling us again. We've got better things to do.

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[myownbestfriend]

You would certainly liven up the place, darlings, but I wouldn't wish it on you.

[cuckoos]

Comes with the territory of being X-Men. [ There's a kind of humor there, or much as it can be there. Fifty-fifty if it's between the whole forced apathy or that liveliness for any of them usually involves people trying to kill them all. Go fig. ]

[myownbestfriend]

[Yes, well. Diamond form will do that to you. Mother understands.]

It's actually rather bland here, if I'm to be quite honest with you.

[Being a comic book character is more eventful than being a panfandom RP character. In fact, she can count on one hand the number of times someone has tried to kill her since she arrived.

It's practically a vacation.]

[cuckoos]

[ Fucking Phoenix. Le sigh. ]

Most things are in comparison with our day to day. Are you getting bored out there? [ Quiet hmm-ing. ] Must be quiet.

[myownbestfriend]

[Language, girls. Not that Emma disagrees with the sentiment.]

I've found myself guardian of a 13 year old Charles Xavier from an alternate timeline, and I think I may be mentoring a psionic alien.

[So yeah, it's quiet.]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[Identical blondes threatening to invade her school? ONTD!]

Clearly your mun isn't listening to you.

[cuckoos]

[ Whatever, mom. Anyone who doesn't is a redhead. I mean. What. ]

Light load.

[cuckoos]

[ Do not start them z-snapping because they so will. ]

Actually, she is. Weak mind, you see. We don't mind getting out, it's just we're not putting up with any nonsense. She knows that. Just needed reminding.

[excuckoo]

Better things to do?

Please.

[hellionated]

Cape and Cowl, huh? Ladies. You'd fit right in.

[futureleader]

Your mun is definitely thinking about it, you know that.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Lucky thing, I guess. Sometimes they just need a push in the right direction.

[cuckoos]

Mm. Push, telepathic nudge, all the same when you get down to it. She's lucky we're so easy-going. We could be real nasty if forced to it.

[cuckoos]

[ this is where the shock would go if they had that whole emote thing going for them anymore but oh gosh sup sis ]

Suppose we should have expected this. Mutants do have a habit of getting better, don't they.

[cuckoos]

Julian. [ If eyerolls could be affectionate. ] Tell us something we don't know.

[cuckoos]

...Ew. [ oops auto-reaction to Quentin's face ] Of course she's thinking about it, she thinks of lots of things. That's why we're here to nip the bad ideas in the bud.

[futureleader]

Rude. [rude!!] If you aren't going to let her think for herself, maybe I should encourage her?

[cuckoos]

We can't help that you're still yourself. [ if you expected anything else there's a bridge in genosha they'd like to sell you. ] Hm. Let her flop around like a fish, or let you help...

[ can you hear the jeopardy music ]

We could go for sushi anyway.

[futureleader]

That's cannibalism.

I'm going to tell everyone that you're cannibals. BREAKING NEWS! CUCKOOS ARE CANNIBALS! AND SUPER GROSS!

[cuckoos]

Anything for attention. [ collective head shaking and eye rolling ] Pathetic. Some things never change.

[futureleader]

You presume no one is going to believe me.

[cuckoos]

No one with two neurons firing.

[futureleader]

So, just you three then.

[cuckoos]

Backhanded compliment? Cute. [ except not ] Still playing the long-suffering and brilliant martyr for the cause? How passe.

[futureleader]

Your insults don't affect me, Cuckoos. [except. they do.] But, I guess you guys are still playing secretary to the big man?