Who: Scott and Emma
What: Waking up, rebooting
Where: Their former selves' home
When: morning
Warnings: tba

( What a strange and unusual happenstance )

I do not approved of the fact that my granddaughter is strawberry flavored. Especially since her uncles all decided it would be a wonderful idea to lick her head.

Remy, Darius, I am not helping you pay her therapy bills for that incident.

( Bruce Grey and Henry McCoy )

Um excuse me? Could someone please tell me what's going on?

Damnation. Where are my X-men? I can't hail any of them telepathically and I'm stuck at the top of the stairs.

Among other things.

If the villain who did this is listening, I did not find it at all funny to wake up next to that bear with the Star Trek glasses. I will make you think you're a toad for a month if I get my hands on you.

I seem to have two adult sons now.

Darling, is this how you feel all the time?

( Gambit )

I think I'm going to move up the corporate ranks. Being head of the factory is interesting, but I would prefer a job where I don't need safety glasses.

Nothing too large, I don't feel like moving, but district manager might be adequate.

I spent all of last week working on my car. Anything I did was done face first in the engine of my vintage mustang, which I did not have until last Monday.

It's a beautiful car, but my hands will take weeks to look human again. What drug was slipped into the water supply?

At least now the boys have something to bond over. I think Chris and Darius haven't said two words about anything other than the car since I came to my senses.

This is nothing short of unacceptable and I'll not be treated in this manner.  Someone must - and indeed, will - pay for this, mark that. 

( Emma Frost )

I need to invest in noise canceling headphones.

And here I see the downside of not being married to tall, strong, man who constantly looks irritated.

People seem to think they can just walk up to me and start a conversation.

It's happened three times in the past week, which is well over my threshold for dealing with people. I had one woman show me a picture of every cat she has ever owned.

I do not want to see pictures of anymore pets, children, grandparents, or any similar nonsense.

Please restrain yourselves from showing me such.

I have a migraine the size of a semi-truck.

As if my life were not already hard enough.

Ick. Scott, you can have the next child. I definitely will not be producing anymore spawn for a while. Morning sickness is terrible, and if I eat anymore ginger I'm going to die.

( private, but viewable to Scott )

( God )

Does anyone know a good plastic surgeon?

( private )

Alright, I need shopping assistants who can and will carry large amounts of boxes, bags, etc. and will not bitch. I'm willing to pay minimum wage and provide lunch at a nice restaurant to my minions lackeys helpers.

I must admit, I miss teaching children.

Though all things will come in their own time.

A new world, a new life...

Hm.

I think I am going to like it here.


ETA: ( God )

( God )

And with every good thing, another bad thing comes.

How many Jean Greys, Phoenixes, or variations thereon do we have, now?

Simply marvelous.