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Laundry Day; [open]
Topic Started: Aug 21 2008, 11:52 PM (748 Views)
Kelrian
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A simple list, by month, of the entry of member's first characters onto XMR.
Just thought it'd be interesting to write out a timeline.

Mar 07
Jesse (Alix)
Jara (Balam)
Avalene (Evvy)
Griffin (Alexander Legard)

April 07
May (Mittens)

May 07
Mina (Mina)
Nick (Orbital)

June 07
Fi (Lorna Dane)

July 07
-no new players-

Aug 07
Heather (Cyclops)
Kim (Jean)
Avery (Avery)

Sept 07
Ari (Ari)
Rogue (Rogue)
Bethany (Kate)
Janna (Jennifer)

Oct 07
-no new players-

Nov 07
Eilidh (Husk)

Dec 07
Ryan (Alister)

Jan 08
Gabriel (Shina)

Feb 08
Michael (Koen Taylor)
Box (Box)
Shoko (Titan)

Mar 08
Ashley (Mastermind II)
Kate (Static)

April 08
Alexi (Saint)
Chikara no Ai (Mshindo)

May 08
Rex (Mazu)
Kris (Jet)
Raen (Primal)
Matt (Deadpool)
Joel (Jason Helio)
Diego (Quicksand)
Brooke (Faith)
Night (Dazzler)
Scorps (Rictor)

June 08
TJ (Amelia Voght)

July 08
Tim (Juggernaut)
Will (Budford Hollis)

Aug 08
James (Storm)
Jaila (Kitty Pryde)
Drew (Siryn)
Avidan (Ink)

*Current as of thursday, August 21st 2008
**Information from member list -link- and the character/player list -link-. Mistakes are my own.
***Certain things may be messed up. This is because I'm an idiot. PM me if I have anything horribly wrong.
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Ricochet
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Time of Day: 15:53
Place in Timeline: August 21st




‘FUCK YOU MITSURUGI YOU OVERWEIGHT JAPANESE BASTARD; EAT MY RISING PHOENIX OF DOOOOOM!!!!!!!'

Pixels flared into the shape of crimson fountains, ribboning into computerised space like bloody streamers as an Ash-controlled Kilik slammed a boot into Mitsurugi and sent him flying clean across the television screen. Maniacal laughter tore itself from the teen’s throat as his thumbs drilled out across an X-Box controller in blinding staccato bursts, moving at such an insane rate those extremities were impossible to visually follow. The demi-Italian was a horrible computer game opponent in that thanks to his horrifically inhuman reaction time and his ability to drill out combos and directions into the pad at mach speeds, he was almost impossible to beat. Which he wasn’t complaining about, although it could get pretty frustrating for anyone playing against him.

His demeanour said absolutely nothing regarding what he had done roughly three hours previous to the hour-long Soul Calibur session. Apparently no one had discovered the devious little prankster’s operation yet, as thus far there were no angry students or teachers stampeding around the mansion or screeching about what had become of their clothing…which had all been shoved into deep freeze. Mounds of freshly washed, crisp, sparkly lavender-fresh straight-from-the-line clean…all bundled together, shoved in a shower, then hocked into the recesses of one of those industrial sized freezer-rooms all large mansion-type buildings seem to have stowed somewhere within their cavernous realms…

Ashan wasn’t bothered about the fallout. He wasn’t even worried about being screamed or shouted at…to be fair, he wasn’t really expecting it. Mostly, the speedster just wanted to inject a little bit of electricity into the mundane shuffle of everyday monotony. Splash a little bit of neon lighting here and there, even if it was so hard on the eyes you needed sunglasses to look at it. He never really understood it when people whirled about into a spitting tizzy and turned all purple with rage, erupting into red-faced howling monsters from the depths of Hell, stabbing fingers into his chest alongside warnings of death and destruction and super-duper atomic explosions of soul-consuming stab-your-eyes-out consequences. It wasn’t about making people angry…getting on their nerves…being an annoying little son of a bitch (so he had been called, on countless occasions…). Ash’s life wasn’t a bed of roses…half of his family were moronic rotund asshats jacking off over exactly how many people would bend over backwards to lick their shoes clean and how much cash they had huddled away in oversized suitcases. But whereas others would throw themselves into a meatgrinder and dwell in the shadowy pit of their existence, Ash shrugged it off and used the ups and downs as a bouncy castle.

Yeah, about that… I don’t get it…don’t get why some people get all doom n gloom n shut themselves in their basements, stick slit-your-wrists songs on and blubber about how lame their life is, mascara running onto their sheets while some whiney loser on the stereo wheedles on about his girlfriend being all the way down the tracks… Yeah, this world’s a nasty bowl of steaming faecal matter topped with mouldy mayonnaise and served on a bed of corpses and pickles…so? So fucking what? Jeez, flip the damn planet off or something, don’t go n crawl underneath that pile of compost and then whinge about how it’s strangling you- leap out the window and laugh in its face! Dress in drag, do the hula- there ain’t enough time to waste it all on sad songs and dress rehearsals…

And it was with that attitude the speedster had shoved the mountainous hill of clothing into the freezer. To have some fun. But for sure, it was doubtful anyone else would share his viewpoint…
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Elixir
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I need to go to an ATM. I have no money. I’m hungry. I want a burrito and some cheetoes, but I have absolutely no money. And no cash means I don’t get to taste beany, cheesey goodness, and that’s not right. I’m a growing boy and this is the optimal time of my life to fill my body with as much crap as I can, because when I’m twenty-five and thirty, I won’t be able to. If any thirty year-old ate the way I did, they’d be on the toilet for hours recovering. But still. No. Money.

Josh leapt over the banister at the bottom of the stairs and made his way quickly to the kitchen, his stomach churning – whether it was indigestion or the lack of food was anyone’s guess.

I wonder why my skin’s gold. I’m guessing that my body’s been kinda healing itself quickly in the past. It would explain that break I got that the doctor was all ‘uh… uh… uh…’ about and couldn’t ever give me an answer. Why’d it turn gold though? Why’d it turn gold when my abilities had to fully pop out and keep me from dying? What does the color gold have to do with anything? The nurse lady has plant powers and she’s green… that makes sense, but I go gold because I heal? What is that? I wonder if I’ll have normal skin again. It doesn’t bother me so much now, except when I go out in public. I swear… I’m never going out without one of those image thingies again. That was horrible. That and standing outside on a bright day… I glare and that… it’s just weird.

Reaching the kitchen, Josh opened the drawers, looking for whatever he could find to fill the hollow space in his stomach. There were Oreos… ugh… no thanks. Last time I ate a crapload of cookies on a empty stomach, I hurled. I think I hurled more than I ate, which is physically impossible, but I’m talking about the same me who regrew fingers in seconds like I had just eaten miracle grow or something. I need to talk to someone about these powers… do some kind of assessment or something. People have mentioned it, but I’ve been afraid to look. Can’t keep doing that, I guess.

With a face, Josh slid the door shut and opened the fridge. His blue eyes landed on a bag of carrots, briefly contemplating grabbing a few of them. Umm… think I’ll pass. Suddenly… he caught sight of the bottle of ketchup and the red bottle reminded him of fries. Jackpot. At that moment, Josh opened the freezer door to grab the bag of crinkle-cut fries he had seen there just a couple of days ago, only to have an avalanche of red, black, green, and just about every other color collapse on him as soon as the door opened. With a yelp, Josh jumped back a step or two and held out his arms in an attempt to catch whatever was falling while closing his eyes and turning his head to the side in order to protect his face.

Underwear of every size and shape… boxers, boxer briefs, thongs, French-cut, a couple of g-strings – who the hell wears g-strings around here, cascaded onto and off Josh’s outstretched arms. Wrinkled, balled up, and neatly folded shirts alike landed on the floor around the golden kid with a loud clatter. The boy took a step back and accidentally stepped on a pair of frozen shorts just as they had come to rest on the ground; his foot slid from underneath and lay him on his back with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs. Shorts, shirts, a few pairs of pants, and even more underwear continued to land on top and around Foley, burying his legs in colorful icy garments. Josh merely lifted his head and stared in confusion at the avalanche of clothing, wondering why it was there. Was it a mutant thing? Bobby maybe? Did somebody die? Was someone molting or hibernating or doing some other weird mutant thing?

Suddenly, Josh’s blue eyes fell on a particular shirt and recognized it immediately despite the fact that it was lightly covered in frost; a lot of these things looked familiar. Foley began crawling to his feet, the clothes sliding off him as he stood up, “Hey! What the hell!? Why are some of my clothes in the freezer!? I didn’t put ‘em there!” He bent down and picked up a shirt he had gotten when he was out with his brother the day before he found out he was a mutant. “Hey! What is this!?”
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Bobby Drake
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Another day at the glorious Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. The sun was shining, the air was warm (at least it was to the Iceman), and it was time to pick up his laundry. But something was weird about his washed load, it was lighter then he remembered it being. Shrugging it off Bobby Drake decided it was time for a snack.

Making his way up towards the kitchen he suddenly heard a voice shouting. “Hey! What the hell!?...” Bobby couldn’t make out everything the voice said but it sounded like Josh, the new kid, the golden Oscar. He heard the golden boy shout again just as he was entering the kitchen. “Hey! What is this!?” Popping his head into the freezer and seeing all the clothes in there he had to laugh.

Someone was upstaging the Iceman in pranks. Laughing while he said, “Oh my god, this is brilliant.” His laughs paused when he saw his jeans. Pulling them out of the pile and giving it a sideways glance he chuckled again, “Wow… these are my favorite pants.” He looked at Josh and said, “Someone’s got quite the comeback headed their way.” Bobby looked down at the pile and with a smile shook his head, “I’m so gonna get blamed for this.”

The Iceman’s jeans were completely frozen. He held them and knocked on the pant leg. “And to think, this time it ain’t my fault. But I would like to meet the genius responsible.” As bad as that was for Bobby to say, especially out loud, it was true. Whoever thought of the stunt the two young men were witnessing was, in his opinion, an official partner in pranking crime.

Seeing that Josh was really upset Bobby tried to put a stop to his smile, but really he couldn’t help it. It was pretty funny after all.
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Elixir
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“Oh my god, this is brilliant.”

Josh looked up from the frozen shirt in his hands and stared at the back of Bobby Drakes blond head as he peered into the freezer, his mouth opening slightly in disbelief at the older guy’s words. Brilliant? This was anything but brilliant. It looked like nearly his entire wardrobe had been stashed away in the deep freeze, and had he not planned on getting something to eat from it, chances are it would have taken him a while to find them. What would he have done for clothes had he not discovered them here?

“Wow… these are my favorite pants.” He looked at Josh and said, “Someone’s got quite the comeback headed their way.”

Bobby held up what he had claimed to be his favorite pants and knocked on them as Josh knelt to the floor and picked up a frozen bra, holding it daintily between two fingers despite its significant weight; he looked as if he were holding a poisonous snake and not a piece of women’s undergarments. I wonder who’s this is. Which girl around here wears a white lacy bra? Probably all of them. White lacy bras are probably the default bra style… at least I think it is, but how would I know? I haven’t seen a girl in any style bra for that matter. What if it’s Ms. Grey-Summers’? The young man couldn’t help but dwell on that thought for a few moments. Or Kitty’s maybe. Suddenly, an image of Scott Summers in a white lacy bra popped in the kid’s head. Oh god! No! Now I need therapy. I didn’t need therapy when I died or when my dad basically disowned me or when I found out I was a mutant, but now I need a shrink. I need a shrink and I need to be made to forget whatever that was.

“And to think, this time it ain’t my fault. But I would like to meet the genius responsible.”

With a disgusted look on his face, Josh let the bra drop to the ground with a soft clatter and climbed back to his feet. “You got any clue who did this? I wanna know who is making me do a whole lot of work because I just did a lot of my clothes like two days ago, and now I wanna stick whoever the hell did this in a dryer and put it on the highest high you can get and watch him barf all over himself.”
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Bobby Drake
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“You got any clue who did this?” Bobby looked at all the clothes in the freezer and shook his head. It was clear to him that someone was as big a prankster as he was. Josh continued, “…I wanna stick whoever the hell did this in a dryer and put it on the highest high you can get and watch him barf all over himself.” The Iceman laughed. Josh’s spark for a comeback was inspiring to him. Clearly retaliation had to be done. But first…

“Well I’m with you there, but I’m thinking something bigger. But first we gotta get these clothes out of the freezer and back to some of the owners. Then you and me gotta find out who did it and then plan the perfect revenge. You in?”

Bobby held out his hand for a ‘partners-in-crime-truce’ handshake. If they were to get whoever did this back, the golden boy and the Iceman would definitely have to work together. Maybe it would even make the Oscar feel more at home. With what he had heard things got off to a rocky start for Josh. A little prank war might make him feel welcome. Anything was worth the try.

“What do ya say? Team up?” Bobby smiled mischievously and waited for the Oscar to reply. After all they were dealing with a mastermind of pranks. It would only make sense that the two would join forces to take down the guy who froze their clothes.
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Elixir
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“Well I’m with you there, but I’m thinking something bigger. But first we gotta get these clothes out of the freezer and back to some of the owners. Then you and me gotta find out who did it and then plan the perfect revenge. You in?”

Bigger than sticking someone in a dryer and making him throw up? Do I really wanna know?

Josh tore his gaze away from the older blonde and looked back at the freezer stuffed full of frozen garments, sight bouncing from jeans to girls’ panties to a jock strap. That’s gross. There’s no way I’m touching that thing. What if it’s dirty? He wondered how someone got his clothes out and put them in the freezer… he’d been in his room most of the day, save for about thirty minutes where he had gone down to the cafeteria with Jason and Billy to grab a bite to eat. Could it have been his roommate? Wasn’t he a reality warper of some sort? Couldn’t he just magically make this happen in a few seconds?

It didn’t take Josh long to expel the suspicion from his mind with a shake of his head as he finally looked back at Bobby once more. Billy wouldn’t do anything like that… he wasn’t the type.

“What do ya say? Team up?”

He clasped Bobby’s extended hand in his own and squeezed the cold hand quickly, his thoughtful frown slowly spreading into a mischievous grin, “Yeah dude. I’m in, but lets be careful… I don’t wanna get in trouble. I…” God Josh… you sound so completely lame. You don’t want to get into trouble? What are you, an eight year-old girl? Suddenly, images of the golden mutant living out of a cardboard box and shivering in the New York winter filled his mind and cut off his thoughts of being a wimp. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Josh looked down at the clothes, “As for getting these back to their people, I’d suggest we hold off on that. As soon as these things are gonna thaw, it’s gonna get messy. Maybe we should just dump them in one of the industrial sinks in the kitchen and wait for the ice to melt.”
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Ricochet
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Curiosity killed the cat. Gouged its eyes out, disembowelled it, shaved all its fur off and wrung its scrawny neck. Threw it in a bag and drowned it. Curiosity, for all intents and purposes, was an extremely cruel and twisted child who liked dissecting small animals while they were still alive, but despite all this, curiosity always got the better of the Italian speedster. That, and beating Soul Calibur over and over again was getting to be boring.

A few seconds later and he was out of the door leaving a hurricane of displaced air whipping in his wake. Somehow, between rocketing along the stairwell and launching into the kitchen Ash managed to grab a ham and tomato…and pickle and salami and mayonnaise and mustard and lettuce…sandwich; how he did this was uncertain, but it was often hard to say exactly how speedsters ever executed anything they ever did as they usually did it at such a fast rate it was impossible for anyone who didn’t live at mach ten to make sense of.

As if completely bypassing the plotting Icicle and Oscar-boy, in the blink of an eye Ricochet seemed to appear atop of the freezer, sat legs asprawl its door, slumped back as if reclining on a deckchair and munching on the edible with mirth sparkling in those sunkist irises.

‘Whuppned tyuhcloths?’ he garbled unintelligibly around a huge mouthful of meat and bread, trying not to laugh, before swallowing the lump of food and grinning at the pair. ‘Looks like a bit of a mess.’
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Husk
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Paige finished the email to her mother and signed it off with several kisses, the rumbling of her stomach accompanying the whirring of her old laptop. She signed off, shut the device down and snapped it shut, leaning back in her chair and stretching. A huge yawn took irresistible control of her mouth.

Looking out the window, Husk saw that it was far later in the day than she'd realised. It seemed impossible that when she'd switched her laptop on, the room had been flooded with late-morning sunshine. Having not had lunch, she felt light-headed and not a little dehydrated. She stood up, dragged her fingers through her hair and looking at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were slightly blushed due to such a long exposure to the laptop screen. She hadn't even got much done...just caught up with some old friends and contacted her family.

She decided to go out to the grounds for some fresh air. Maybe pay a visit to the kitchen for some food and human company. There were usually people to be found around a food-source.

She stuffed her feet into a pair of gold ballet pumps and pulled on a soft grey cardigan, fiddling with a loose thread on one of the cuffs.

Paige left her room and made her way to the kitchen, taking her cardigan off again as she realised how hot a day it was. As she pushed the door open she heard voices coming from inside. She entered and frowned when she saw the frosty clothes spewed all over the floor, and had begun to smile when she recognised quite a few of the clothes there. Her mouth and eyes opened wide with surprise. She stared accusingly at the three guys in the room, ignoring the strangeness of the fact that one of them was snacking inside the industrial-sized freezer. It was such a bizarre scene she was almost amused. Apart from the fact that her laundry was on the floor.

"What the hell?!" she exclaimed as she ran forward, swiftly gathering up the underwear, shirts and jeans that she owned. "Did any of you do this?" she asked menacingly, glaring round at the three of them as she struggled to hold on to the pile of clothes.
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Bobby Drake
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Josh was all for a prank war the grin on his face said that well enough but he wanted to be careful. Bobby took the hint of where he was getting at, very subtly, and replied to his statement with, “They won’t kick ya out for a prank war, if they did I would have been on the streets my 10th day here, hehe.” The Iceman took a deep breath and continued, “And if they did you can just blame me. I’m sure somebody will eventually for all of this.” The clogs and wheels in the jokesters mind started to turn and work as the golden boy was suggesting holding off on returning the clothes. He nodded, agreeing with his suggestion.

Suddenly another mutant had showed up, Ash, a speedster. He had the training session with the iced mutant a while ago. Not to mention they were on the same team. His first sentence made barely audible by the sandwich in his mouth. When he swallowed his food and spoke again. ‘Looks like a bit of a mess.’ Before Bobby could reply Paige Guthrie also known as Husk walked in and stared at the three with accusing eyes and asked to know who froze the clothes.

Bobby raised both his hands by the sides of his head as if he didn’t touch the clothes in the first place, which he didn’t, and responded “I know how this looks, but I did not do it! And I’m pretty sure Josh and Ash didn’t either. I mean come on Paige; if I wanted to do this… do ya really think I’d use the freezer? I am the Iceman, but I don’t need a freezer to get something frozen.” He spoke with a great defense in his voice but laced with jokes. Even while he was telling the truth that he didn’t have anything to do with the frozen clothing items the icy mutant knew he would be blamed for doing it.

That was the sort of reputation you got when you’re a prankster. As soon as something goes wrong all eyes are on you. Even if the fault lied with someone else. Bobby thought for a moment that maybe no one will blame him but shook it off and thought in his head, “Yea and then a gorgeous supermodel will show up and pledge her undying love for me after I win the multi-million dollar lottery but not before I’m named the ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ and after I play a round of golf with Dane Cook. Man I don’t even play golf. This sucks.”

The Iceman tried snapped out of his train of thought and looked at Paige right in the eyes while saying, “I swear to you I didn’t do this.” It didn’t help him that he said it with a smile, because he was still thinking about the supermodel pledging her undying love to him.
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Elixir
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“They won’t kick ya out for a prank war, if they did I would have been on the streets my 10th day here, hehe... And if they did you can just blame me. I’m sure somebody will eventually for all of this.”

Josh had crouched down and picked up a gray t-shirt in an attempt to start cleaning the mess, and as his fingers wrapped around the hardened fabric, they came in contact with something else. Picking both items up, Josh stood back up and turned the shirt over to find that pinned beneath the frozen material and his golden fingers was the red, lacy fabric of french-cut panties. Josh's heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked up to make sure Bobby wasn't weirded out or overly amused by his handling of a pair of women's underwear. Tucking the frozen shirt under his arm, the sixteen year old walking hormone factory couldn't help but unfold them to see exactly what they looked like... he was, after all, a sixteen year-old kid. Seriously... who wears these? They look like they would ride up anybody's crack. Why would a woman want to wear a pair of these? Whoever owns these has to have a boyfriend. I can't think of any other reason she would wear them unless she was pretty sure they'd come off pretty fast. But damn... still... imagine walking around all day in these... no... don't imagine it.

‘Whuppned tyuhcloths? Looks like a bit of a mess.’

Having been lost deep in thought, Josh didn't even notice the arrival of the new guy... sitting on top of the fridge, but the words spoken around a half-chewed sandwich yanked him from his inquisitive thoughts on the female psyche enough for him to become embarrassed at the way he had been gawking at the women's underwear and caused him to drop both his hands, still clutching the scrap of lacy cloth. Josh furrowed his brow as he gaze up at the somewhat familiar face of someone he had seen around, but hadn't had the chance to talk to yet. He had seemed to come out of nowhere and conjured a sandwich in similar fashion... Josh hadn't been so lost in thought that he wouldn't have noticed someone else rummaging around, making a sandwich or climbing on top of the fridge, but what bewildered him the most was why this guy wasn't bothered that the clothes of random students had been thrown into a freezer. The fact that this guy lacked concern mixed with the grin on his face made Josh suspicious of exactly why he was here while his gut told him that the inquirer already knew the answer to his question.

“That's what I wanna--”

“What the hell?!”

The sound of an incredulous feminine voice hit Josh in the chest like a sledge hammer and tore his attention away from the recent addition to their little group to see a blond girl, likely only a few years older than him, dashing toward them while taking in the craziness scattered across the kitchen floor. The appearance of someone of the opposite gender made the skimpy garment in the golden mutant's hand burn as if it were a hot coal, and Josh immediately dropped it, feeling very self-conscious as the hardened underwear hit the floor.

"Did any of you do this?"

“I know how this looks, but I did not do it! And I’m pretty sure Josh and Ash didn’t either. I mean come on Paige; if I wanted to do this… do ya really think I’d use the freezer? I am the Iceman, but I don’t need a freezer to get something frozen.”

The Iceman spoke with such conviction – despite the grin – that Josh had no problem accepting the claim that he was innocent; it didn't hurt that he already felt suspicious of the other guy in the room. “I didn't do it... I nearly got buried by frozen socks and an American Eagle shirt nearly gave me a black eye. Almost everything I own is here,” Josh shot a nasty, accusing glare at the guy with the sandwich.

“I swear to you I didn't do this.”

Bobby definitely seemed to have a history as a bit of a prankster... that much was clear in the way he was so quick and passionate to defend himself at this moment. He turned to look back at the blond girl, “My money's on sandwich boy,” he said as he hiked his thumb up at the guy on the freezer.
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Husk’s arrival had Ricochet glancing sharply upwards over the food he was happily chowing down on, a blonde eyebrow quirking at the cute chick’s entrance. …So, what the hell? All the women here seemed to be inordinately beautiful or dropdead gorgeous or page-three-girl sexy, as if all mutants that existed anywhere in the universe happened to be model material; not that Ash was complaining, it was just kind of weird.

Her frantic scrabbling at the pile of clothes, followed by the precarious balancing act of granite-hard fabrics in her arms brought about an uncontrollable snort that powered its way past Ash’s nostrils…which in turn very nearly lodged a wedge of bread in his throat. He was forced to spend half of the time the group exchanged words semi-coughing semi-laughing. Who cared if he died choking in the depths of a freezer on a bite of his sandwich on top of his own prank; this was priceless.

“I didn't do it... I nearly got buried by frozen socks and an American Eagle shirt nearly gave me a black eye. Almost everything I own is here,” Josh said after Bobby was done protesting his innocence so eagerly it seemed a little forced, alongside a dagger-stare that slashed clean through Ash a little more intently than the situation deserved. “My money's on sandwich boy,” the brilliant metallic yellow kid volunteered.

Finally recovered from his miniature personal drama, mock surprise washed across Ash’s looks like a river breaking its banks, and he paused midway between raising the sandwich to his mouth for another bite and swiping at an eye with the heel of his palm.

“Hey! That ain’t fair. You wound me deep, Oscar,” Ash gasped around a frown; although his lip twitched as if trying to tug itself back to into a smirk. The speedster was horrible at lying- more often than not he was an open book, his emotions furling across the front cover as though flicking through chapters unhindered, heart on his sleeve as if it were a bracelet.

Half a second later and he was at the pretty blonde’s side, so fast it seemed he teleported there; lazily slinging an arm around her shoulders and jabbing an accusatory finger in Bobby and Josh’s direction.

“If you ask me, they’re trying to blameshift,” the grin finally slipped back across his face, sneaking past the feigned ignorance. “Che cosa pensate, ragazzi?” he shot over at the pair, his Italian glaringly full of cheek despite the fact that probably no one there beside him could speak it.
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((OOC: So sorry for the delay, guys.. I have one pathetic word: schoolwork))

“I know how this looks, but I did not do it! And I’m pretty sure Josh and Ash didn’t either. I mean come on Paige; if I wanted to do this… do ya really think I’d use the freezer? I am the Iceman, but I don’t need a freezer to get something frozen...I swear to you I didn't do this.”

Paige looked suspiciously at Bobby. There was something mischievous about him; an impish look to his face. She could see amusement fading from his eyes as he fought his case, which made him seem even more of a likely culprit. Still, the fact that he'd tried to defend his companions let him off the hook a little...

“I didn't do it... I nearly got buried by frozen socks and an American Eagle shirt nearly gave me a black eye. Almost everything I own is here.”

Paige had already decided the golden mutant was innocent in this case; although she wasn't one to judge by appearances, Paige just didn't think he looked like the pranking type. Perhaps it was the golden skin that gave off an aura of benevolence, but more likely it was just his demeanour. He seemed gentle, and sensible.

Now, the other guy...the one in the freezer. Paige was immediately suspicious of him. He was just too cocky, too cheeky, not to know anything about this. She glanced at him, raising an unamused eyebrow as he put his arm round her shoulders.

“If you ask me, they’re trying to blameshift,” the grin finally slipped back across his face, sneaking past the feigned ignorance. “Che cosa pensate, ragazzi?”

Despite his arrogance, Paige had to try not to smile. To hide it, she delicately lifted up the Italian's arm and ducked under it, turning to face him. "I don't have a clue what you just said to them," she said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto her right hip, "but if you ask me, you're the one blame shifting. And someone is to blame for this. Now, I reckon it's one of you two." She pointed between Bobby and Ricochet. "So somebody better own up, or I'm gonna kick your asses."
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Bobby Drake
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Josh's suspicion of Ash being the culprit was rubbing off on Bobby. It had been somewhat confirmed by the speedsters smile. Paige spoke up "Now, I reckon it's one of you two." The Iceman's eyes widened in surprise, although he didn't know why. It was bound to happen that the first time he didn't do something that involved a prank he would have been blamed for it. "So somebody better own up, or I'm gonna kick your asses."

Bobby looked over to Josh and nodded, "I told you I'd get blamed." Turning his attention to the lovely Husk he continued. "Paige, I know with my rep it's hard to believe. But have I ever denied pranking anyone? ...Other than Logan of course, cause he scares me sometimes." He nearly kicked himself as he thought, "Damnit Drake stop making jokes! This is what I get all those wonderful times pranking others now it's come back to bit me square in the icy ass!"

The Iceman had pleading eyes to Paige as he continued, "Seriously though why in the hell would I use a freezer? I make my own clothes frost when I put them on! Plus... this is too obvious, even for me. I would aim for subtly. I don't do the 'it's soo obvious no one would suspect me' deal. They did that with Nip/Tuck and it annoyed me." Bobby looked at Paige with puppy dog eyes.

He wouldn't blame her if she continued to blame him and doubt his innocence. It was what he deserved and the Iceman knew it. You don't get the reputation of being a prankster and not pay the price. If all else failed a little telepathy would clear his name. Bobby thought in his head, "Retaliation is gonna suck for Ash if he did it and is trying to pawn it off me." He started thinking of pranks he could get back at the speedster.

Then it hit Bobby like a snowball to the head. "Oh crap! I stuck up for this guy! If he did it I'm gonna look like an accomplice. MAN THIS SUCKS!!" Help from anyone would have been greatly appreciated by the Iceman. Anything, anyone to protection him from the wrath of Husk and her ass kicking.
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