Entry tags:

iceman, multiple man

Log: Iceman & Multiple Man
Who: Bobby Drake & Jamie Madrox
When: Backdated February 17, 2009
Where: The medlab,
What: Bobby looking for Jono and runs into the newbie
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for Bobby's potty mouth

This was a whole different world to Jamie Madrox. His worldly experience was quite limited, and the only thing he could compare Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters to was something he'd seen on television. The mansion was absolutely massive and so elegant. The furniture was like nothing he'd ever seen, not a chip or scratch on any of it. The bedroom he'd been given to use was easily larger than the one he'd grown up in. The kitchen was stocked with a variety of food that he couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams, shelves and cabinets full of food items, many of which he'd only before seen in commercials. The grounds were spacious as well, similar in size to the farm he'd grown up on, but Xavier's property was a far cry from flat farmland, and the mansion itself was nothing like the dilapidated but comfortable farmhouse he'd grown up in.

And the people! He hadn't met or seen the entire population yet, he'd only been there a day, but those he had met he was very much impressed by. Not that it was difficult to impress Jamie Madrox. Until just recently, the only person he'd spent any time with for the past few years had been himself. But he was impressed nonetheless. He'd met a wide variety of people and was fascinated by the diversity in powers and abilities, looks and styles, and walks of life represented at the school. It was so much different than what he'd been used to.

Jamie was still suffering from a sensory overload of sorts, just trying to adjust to the new setting and everything about it. There were so many things he wasn't used to. Just trying to find his way around was a challenge at times. He'd finally decided to only worry about the places he'd have to go to daily, such as the kitchen and bathroom. After that, he made sure he knew where themedlab area was, as he was the new assistant down there. Everything else he could find in time.

He was currently in the medlab, which he'd found without incident this morning. It was suggested that he familiarize himself with the area as he was going to be working down there, so that was exactly what Jamie had been doing. He was very impressed with the size of the lab. It wasn't nearly as large as Moira's setup on Muir, but was much more impressive than the basement space that his father'd had in Jamie's childhood home. Having given the lab proper a good looking over, Jamie was now in one of the small exam rooms, looking through cabinets. The room was simply furnished with a desk and stool with cabinets overhead, an exam table in the center of the room and a rolling cart in the corner with a television atop it and a labeled cabinet underneath. Jamie closed the overhead cabinet, the doors making more of a noise than he'd intended. He winced, whispering to himself "oops" while taking another look around the room. He walked over to the TV cart, wondering what was in that drawer? Probably more medical supplies. The place was stuffed to the gills with medical supplies.

"Jono! Where the fuck is your candy ass. Too busy takin' a shit in you beaker to answer a fuckin' guy?" Bobby hollered down the corridor. He figured if anyone was awake, they needed to be woken up. If anyone was dead, then they wouldn't notice anyway. It was just easier to think of people either dead or alive. If they were alive, they had living to do. If they were dead? Then he wouldn't really worry about them. Simple as that.

He crossed the floor, jumping over the door that was like a pharmacy and separated the normal people from the real people. Taking a moment, his index finger latched on the bolt and threw it back. Just in case he needed an easy exit. Stepping into the hospital proper, hands went to Bobby's hips. Surveying the area, he sighed. No sign of Jono anywhere. But...there was someone else. "Hey fuckwad!" he called, large steps taken to close the distance between them. "I'm looking for a guy who had to give a stool sample today. Any idea where he is or should I just consider you the enemy and fuckin' freeze you where you are?" As if he needed to back up his threat, Bobby's right hand and forearm turned to ice. He'd like to see someone try something against him.

Jamie crouched down in front of the TV cart, taking a read at the label, which read 'stimulants'. 'That's an odd place to put medications', he thought, his brow wrinkling. But he didn't have a chance to dwell on it as the next moment, a loud voice permeated through themedlab. Jamie turned quickly, as the voice sounded threatening to him. He was looking for Jono. Jamie'd met a Jono in passing earlier, and assumed that was who this shouting person was looking for as he'd never heard anyone go by 'Jono' before. He'd known a few people named John and a Jonathan, but not a Jono. Must be an attention seeking thing. The guy himself hadn't been at all pleasant, so he must be this loud guy's soulmate or something.

Jamie stayed where he was, hearing noises of the person entering the medlab area and stomping his way. Maybe if he stayed quiet, the guy would go away. No such luck as the guy came into view. He looked to be around his age, maybe a bit younger, Jamie couldn't tell as he was crap for guessing ages. But the guy was very well built, Jamie did notice, and had a tough guy swagger to him that made Jamie cringe inside. His brow raised when he was greeted as fuckwad. Fuckwad? 'Who says that?', Jamie wondered to himself. Though he was taken aback by it, a part of him found it really amusing.

And now the guy was threatening him? Great. Jamie considered to himself whether he should start duplicating now or not. He didn't want a fight, he didn't consider himself a fighter at all, but if he had to he knew he had numbers on his side. His face turned to an expression of 'wtf?' when he noticed the man's arm, going all icy all of a sudden. This was so out of his league. "I think you've got the wrong place", Jamie answered him. "The psych ward is down the hall, two doors on the left." He had no idea what was down the hall, two doors on the left. "I'm sure they'll have a nice, warm bed all ready for you."

Oh. So apparently this guy wasn't the enemy or anything. Besides, he doubted that someone would infiltrate the school just so they could steal cotton balls and tongue depressors. Sure, there were some good meds down there too, but they were locked up tight and this guy was going to take them, hopefully they'd be lethal. That would show him. "Down the hall, two doors on the left is a utility closet," Bobby drawled, figuring this guy wasn't all that big a deal. But, he definitely was new.

Hopping up on the counter, one of many counters, Bobby let his feet clang into the cupboards below for a moment as he eyed the guy. "So...you lost or somethin'?" Because it would seem that this guy fit into a medlab like a pimp fit into the Louisiana swamp. His arm de-iced and just hung there. Thankfully, he was wearing a shirt this time around, covering up the nasty bruise that was slowly turning from purple to brown. He'd just need to go out and get some sun. Nothing like some vitamin D to help get his skin a nice color and to help hide the bruise. Bobby added that to his list of things to do today. But first, he had to deal with this clown.

Jamie's face remained stoic until the other guy pointed out that he'd just directed him to the storage closet. Whoops! A sheepish grin broke out on his face. "Oh..." Jamie still felt a little tense, even though this guy had seemed to back off just a little bit, if only for a moment. Jamie at least didn't feel in physical danger as he watched the man lift himself up onto one of the countertops.

"No, not lost", Jamie replied. Though it did seem obvious that he looked out of place. He attributed that to being new here more than anything, he'd probably stand out no matter where he was. He actually looked a little less lost now than he typically had the past couple of days. "I'm new here, new to the lab. I'm helping out down here. I'm Jamie", he said, introducing himself but not getting up to shake. Guy looked like he could probably crush him with a handshake and probably would just because he could.

"Hey, Jamie, I'm Bobby," he said, offering a half-felt wave. It looked more like a dismissive gesture than anything but Bobby didn't care that much. "So, fresh meat, huh?" Jamie didn't look like a doctor. Bobby cocked his head to the side and examined the guy. Nurse? Janitor? Mental patient? "So...new to the school and they just let you wander around here like nobody's business?" He snorted at that, realizing that someone must trust this guy to let him be exposed to the all the needles, scalpels and drugs that were down there. Which...gave Bobby a thought.

"So you've been inoculated, right? I mean, most of the things down here are in stopped up vials, but others..." He shrugged his shoulders, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. He looked back at Jamie and let his hand take in the whole of themedlab . "It's rare that a virus or bacteria would get outta here, but it...wouldn't be the first time. We've all had our shots in the evident that something like that'll happen. Scariest twenty minutes of my life, man. Some of the needles were..." Bobby shivered, holding his hands about six inches apart from one another. "They said it needed to be that long to reach the spinal fluid - why, I dunno but I would've rather gotten a bullet to the shoulder instead of it. Don't lie and say it didn't hurt, because the people here - besides you, I mean - are fucking merciless when it comes to making sure none of us get the germs."

"I guess so", Jamie answered him. He'd been a little surprised at how quickly he'd been brought in to make himself familiar with everything too. But it wasn't like he was just a random person off the street either. He'd grown up snooping around his dad's lab, so was very familiar with what went on there, more the scientific and research side of things than the medical, but still he did know his stuff. Moira'd seen that when Jamie was at Muir, and thought he'd fit in well as a lab techie.

"Inoculated?", Jamie asked, not sure what Bobby meant. "I was at Muir before I came here, MacTaggert thought I was her personal pin cushion, but I haven't been shot up with anything here yet." Thankfully. Jamie wasn't a huge fan of needles. He'd rather look at stuff under a microscope than have to be the one to extract it through a needle or to inject it into someone. He listened to Bobby's explanation of the needles, amused as the guy was obviously exaggerating.

Crap. He wasn't falling for Bobby's prank. That sucked. Bobby frowned a bit, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess maybe they don't want you to survive for very long then. Maybe you're the test subject." Bobby slid down the counter and landed lightly on his feet, moving in to actually inspect Jamie a little better. "You know how sometimes shows like CSI or whatever let a control into an area to see how bugs or diseases would interact with them? Well...since all of us have had our shots in this room, maybe they're trying to see if something you got injected with over there would have any funny side effects over here."

His was still several feet away, but Bobby was still going over Jamie with a fake keen eye. He even went as far as to put his chin in the webbing between his index finger and thumb, as if he were pondering something really meaningful. "You feeling okay? You look kind of....pale."

Test subject? Now that could feed into Jamie's paranoia. If anyone had ever been the perfect test subject, it would be Jamie. Even if he died, there were still more of him! But Jamie didn't see himself as disposable in that way, and thankfully no one else did either. He crooked an eyebrow as Bobby approached, wondering what the other guy was doing. At least the ice was gone, he did notice, Bobby's arm still looking vaguely wet from where it had been. "Anyone ever tell you you're a lousy bullshitter?", he said, standing up at last so his legs didn't get sore from crouching there for too long. The suggestion of Bobby's could almost work, but Jamie could easily rationalize that if he were a test subject, it would have been a duplicate of his who would have been infected with something or not given a needed vaccine to analyze the effects, not him himself. "I'm no paler than usual", he said, stretching an arm out and pulling up the sleeve. "Well, maybe a little bit. But I blame that on a long winter and a stay over in gloomy Scotland more than anything. So what do you do here, other than make ice and aggravate people?", he asked playfully.

Jamie had suddenly become less fun, and by the same token, less interesting. Bobby walked over to the counter, grabbing up a bottle of aspirin and rattling a few into his palm. "I don't have a headache, but I bet you'd give me one. It's pre-emptive." He swallowed the pills dry and set the bottle back where it had been, label outward and all. "Me? I'm one of the lines of defense here. I'm an X-Man. X-Person, I dunno if they're being all PC about that shit now, but it's what I do. I guess I do a pretty damn good job of it, seeing as how they haven't kicked me out and I'm not dead yet." Both very good indicators that Bobby was at least good at moving out of the way. "And hey, if you die, I'll say something at the funeral, just because I know your name...kind of." Crossing his arms over his chest, Bobby leaned on the counter this time, legs crossed at the ankle. "And what is it you do? Besides being boring and describing Scotland?" Bobby was losing interest, and fast.

"Pot calling the kettle black?", he said about giving headaches. He'd been pretty content doing his own thing before Bobby happened along. Not that he minded company, but he was hoping this company wasn't going to drive him to drugs. "You're an X-Man?", he said. He found that a little surprising given the guy's demeanor, but from what he saw of the power, it did make sense that he could possibly be very useful in that role. "Impressive", he said, sincerely. He had watched TV, had seen the news, and learned a lot more than what the public knew about them while at Muir, so he was pretty impressed with the X-Men.

"Don't plan on dying anytime soon", Jamie said, a mock-thoughtful look on his face. He laughed at the boring comment, thinking that he could make a variety of judgments about this guy from the short time he's known him, perhaps he has made them, but is at least being decent enough to keep them to himself. He rolled his eyes, saying, "Other than being a new lab tech here, I'm here to learn a bit of power control, like everyone else I guess." He lifted his hand up and brought it down onto the countertop, hard. His hand made a loud smack on the wood and another hand appeared beside his, attached to another Jamie standing beside him. "That's what I do", Jamie #2 spoke up, smiling at Bobby.

"Blah blah blah," Bobby remarked concerning the widely-used comparison. His chest puffed out a little more when Jamie called him impressive. Not that Bobby's ego needed any more massaging, but hey, he'd be gracious and take the compliments. "Yeah, one of them. Scaring all the big bads away so people like you can keep on looking through microscopes and swirling stuff around in beakers or test tubes....or whatever." That had pretty much exhausted Bobby's medical experience. He bled, he broke, he bruised. As long as he kept getting better, he'd be back defending and having fun as quick as possible.

Woah. Thankfully, Bobby was able to keep his amusement and surprise inside, the only sign being his eyebrows lifting as he looked at both of them. Him. The two of him. This was a trip. His mind instantly went to a dirty place and he had to stifle the chuckle. "Looks like you'd never be lonely." In more ways than one, he supposed. "Well, so you make...clones? Copies? I guess you've always got your own back - hate to pick a fight with you in a bar."

So maybe Jamie shouldn't have said impressive. It appeared obvious that Bobby was already impressed enough with himself and didn't need the encouragement. Maybe it was a secondary mutation that his head could get that big without exploding, Jamie thought to himself, the thought making him smile ever so briefly.

Jamie (the Jamies) laughed a little at the comment about never being lonely, seeing a possible double meaning in the comment, but assuming the best, that Bobby hadn't meant it that way. "True enough", Jamie answered. He had lived by himself (himselves) on his farm for quite a long while, with himself for company and that had been good enough. But he did like meeting new people, different people. Even though he could have two or more of him around for conversation, in the end he was still just talking to himself. "Yeah, copies. Anytime I have a significant enough impact", he said. The duplicate stomped his foot, and a third Jamie appeared beside the second. "Yeah", Jamie said, smiling. "Might not be the most skilled fighter ever, but I sure do make up for it in numbers."

"Oh yeah, I can see that you wouldn't be a whole lot of fun at a mosh." Because...there'd be too many Jamies and not a whole lot of fun. "Oh. Your...dupes can make more dudes. That's probably got to suck, never knowing where...you...are." God, this whole thing was getting ready to give Bobby a headache. Luckily, he'd already taken the medicine. "So...looks like you've got all the help you need down here...think I'll get to steppin'." Bobby stood up, arms at his sides as he looked around, wondering if he could - or should - take anything. Naah, nothing down there he needed. He snapped up three tongue depressors and shoved them into his pocket. "Better count those again," he said with a cheeky grin, turning and heading out of the area. God, he was bored.

"Depends on your idea of fun, I guess, but I'd agree with that." It wasn't fun for Jamie to replicate when he wasn't wanting to. It was something he was wanting to control, hence being at the school. "I keep track of them okay", Jamie said. "They're me, after all." Confusing indeed. He wouldn't blame Bobby now if he did get a headache from trying to get that. "Help?" "We have to help?", the duplicate Jamie's complained at Bobby's suggestion. Jamie rolled his eyes at them. "Okay, see you around", Jamie said, not exactly looking forward to that prospect. Especially after the tongue depressors were taken. He hadn't thought of it until Bobby commented about them, but there probably was an exact count for everything down here. Damn.