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Jean Grey (levistrauss) wrote in x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-14 11:46:00

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jean grey, scott summers, warren worthington

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The television was on in the corner, some Brad Pitt movie playing, but the volume was turned right down so you couldn't hear what he was saying. Jean was watching him out the corner of her eye from where she lay, legs propped up on Scott's lap, and head draped over the side of the couch. It didn't give her the best view of things, but she wasn't really watching the movie anyway. She'd seen it enough times to know that Anthony Hopkins would die in the end and it would be sad, but that would be that.

She pulled her hair away from her face and looked up at Scott. He hadn't really been watching the movie either, though it probably wasn't because he'd seen it as many times as Jean had, but because his opinions on Brad Pitt and his attractiveness differed from hers. Instead, he was reading something, Jean didn't know what.

"Do you think I could get away with pretending to be Brad for a day?" She asked, wiggling her toes in his lap to get his attention. "I mean, sure I could look like him, but I reckon Angelina is a mutant and could tell if someone was pretending to be her loverboy. No one can be that skinny and raise that many children. It's unnatural."

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lupine
2008-02-14 02:40 am UTC (link)

"No," Scott said, at first barely looking up from the biography he was reading. It was a rare opportunity that he was able to sit down and do absolutely nothing. Even if there was a particularly annoying movie playing in the background, he could at least say that he was attempting to read one of the many books sitting up on the bookshelf he shared with Jean.

He flipped a page in the book before looking up at Jean, feeling that he should perhaps do a bit more to put that idea out of her head. "No," he said again. "Probably not your best idea." Well, it wasn't. Of course, Scott didn't really encourage ideas like that in general.

"She probably gets a lot of exercise running after all of them," he commented vaguely, looking back down at his book. "Remember what it was like with the kids here?"

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mentalist
2008-02-14 02:53 am UTC (link)

It wasn't difficult to find Jean and Scott - both of their minds were so familiar to him that they stood out like beacons at even the most cursory of scans over the mansion's occupants. And now he lingered in the doorway of the room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'd have to agree with Scott," he said in a low voice, sounding amused. "Angelina wouldn't be the only person who thought it was strange."

Wisely, he didn't add anything about what it was like with the kids here. There were some memories involved with that that he'd probably suppressed.

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levistrauss
2008-02-14 03:02 am UTC (link)

Jean's ears perked at the familiar voice, and she pushed herself up out of her slouched position to peer over the back of the couch. "Warren!" She said happily. Jean hopped up and skittered around the couch to go give her best friend a proper greeting of a squeezy hug.

"When did you get here? Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" She asked the questions in quick succession then punched him playfully on the arm. "And why don't you have any faith in my abilities. I'm a very good actress."

She turned and glared at Scott as well. "The same goes for you, Puppy."

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lupine
2008-02-14 03:45 am UTC (link)

He still avoided completely looking up. "I think your definition of 'puppy' needs work." First Alex, now Jean... it didn't seem to end. And to add insult to injury, he was human at the moment.

He marked off his page in the book and looked up once Warren made his presence known. He didn't make it up to Westchester nearly enough, in Scott's opinion. "Where've you been?" he asked their friend. "I've been here. Alone. With her." Scott nodded at Jean with a short jerk of his head and a grin to let his fiancee know that he was joking.

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mentalist
2008-02-14 04:00 am UTC (link)

Warren laughed, returning Jean's hug before holding both hands, palms toward her in a gesture of defense. "I just got here, and-- ow," he said pointedly (if not very sincerely, giving Jean a mock wounded look as he grabbed his shoulder, where she'd punched. "That seems more in-character for Russell Crowe than Brad Pitt, if you're asking. You sure you don't want to call off the wedding yet?" he added to Scott, sotto voce, with a grin. "You know how it goes. Work, and work, and .." He gave a shrug. "The glamorous life of the rich and not-so-famous. Guy could forget he's being appreciated, he doesn't have his wallet get called on often enough," he added wryly.

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levistrauss
2008-02-14 04:10 am UTC (link)

Jean smiled back at him, white teeth standing out against dark blue lips. "Are you saying I can leave you with the bar tab for the reception?" She inquired innocently before grabbing him by the hand and tugging him back over toward the couch she and Scott had overtaken.

"Though of course if he insists on finding my company too terrible to deal with by himself I may have to call this wedding off." She said in a male Australian accent, flopping down onto the couch, morphing into the grizzly bearded body of Russell Crowe. She was all broad shoulders and muscle and testosterone and hair.

She gave Scott her very best innocent-angel face. Or in this case, Russell Crowe's best innocent-angel face, which was not so innocent after all.

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lupine
2008-02-15 02:45 am UTC (link)

Either he was overly fond of Jean's blue skin, or just not comfortable enough with his masculenity to see his fiancee turn into men on a regular basis. Scott decided that he would go with the first. He preferred that and either way he liked Jean much better as a female. Her female self, not Angelina Jolie.

"We might have to, because I'm not marrying Russell Crowe," he said smartly. "There's a blue girl I happened to fall in love with. You haven't seen her, have you?" See, he had a sense of humor. When he wanted to, that was. Alex just never seemed to be around at the appropriate moments.

Scott looked up at Warren. "It would be good if you could stay awhile," he said. Scott was rarely subtle. "Dinner? Movies? Training?" He didn't bother trying to look innocent and unassuming. At least he wasn't trying to make him go for a run in his Armani suits.

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mentalist
2008-02-15 03:16 am UTC (link)

Warren let himself be dragged along behind Jean, coming to a halt beside the couch's arm and .. well, just standing with his hands in his pockets. The stance Warren usually took when he had nothing particularly pressing to do. "Your wish, my command," he responded, mouth quirked in a half-smile. "I'll cover the whole damned reception if you all get photos of that--" he raised his eyebrows, inclining his head toward Jean-as-Russell on the couch; "in Jean's wedding dress."

He gave a one-shouldered shrug in response to Scott. "I can stay. If anything's capable of blowing up Worthington Towers in the next few days, you all would be the first to know anyway." He did make a slight moue of distaste at mention of training, though. Psh. These physical mutants and their strange preoccupation with training. "Did you two have anything planned for the night, besides this freakish form of couples therapy?"

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levistrauss
2008-02-15 11:08 am UTC (link)

Russell Crowe pulled a bitter face at Scott. "I think she ran off 'cos she was annoyed her fiancé doesn't humour her when she's practising her powers. You'll have to deal with me instead. Or would you prefer I pretended to be Danny DeVito--" Russell morphed into the squat comedian-- "Or Warren?" The round bald head shifted into the thick styled blonde hair of the man standing beside them both. She grinned the same half-quirked smile that Warren had on his face.

"What do you think, War? Hot or not? Think you'd like to spend the night with us while we pretend to watch movies and bicker?" The doppleganger looked inquiringly up at her friend, blue eyes wide and for a split second, if you were watching very closely, the flickered a little yellow. "Perhaps you can mediate between us. Then we can order pizza or eat leftovers and Scott can give me a foot massage."

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lupine
2008-02-16 01:58 am UTC (link)

Scott sank down on the couch, yanking his book back open and trying as hard as he could to bury his nose in it. "You're not practicing, you're taunting, which is why we're 'bickering'," he mumbled, suddenly feeling like he was a teenager again when this had happened all too often.

"If you really want to practice..." he trailed off, upon second thought reconsidering mentioning the Danger Room again. "Never mind. Warren, sit down. I'd rather look at two of you than one of you and Danny DeVito. Of course, I'd rather look at one of you and one of Jean Grey, but I guess we can't have everything."

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mentalist
2008-02-16 02:08 am UTC (link)

"I am fantastically good-looking," Warren said dryly, reaching over to tousle Jean's (his own?) hair. "You should be so lucky. --Does my chin really look like that?" Pardon him while he has a bit of a Gaston moment.

"Don't even think about dragging us down to the Danger Room tonight," he said offhandedly to Scott, still scrutinizing Jean's jawline. Hmm. Whether he'd picked that off Scott's thoughts or just predicted the other man's idea was questionable, but it was just harmless, right? He perched on the arm of the couch finally. "If we can't have a Jean, we may as well get a pizza. Where's the phone?"

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levistrauss
2008-02-16 02:33 am UTC (link)

"Over in the corner." Jean pointed to where the handset lay, next to the phone book and the answering machine. She rubbed her chin a little and peered at Warren with a scrutinising eye. Yes, the morph was right, his chin did look that way. Seeing yourself in a true-to-life copy who stared you straight back in the face was just uncomfortably revealing in some cases.

"And I'm not taunting." She said, turning to Scott. "Or at least I wouldn't be if you didn't react so violently against any morph I take. I don't complain when I wake up next to a wolf."

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lupine
2008-02-16 02:51 am UTC (link)

Scott sank a bit further down into the couch at that mention. "That doesn't happen very often," he said, defending himself. "It's only happened once this month." He tried very hard to not transform in the middle of the night, but there were certain triggers that he couldn't help reacting to.

He tended not to mention those to Jean though, as it were. He was rather sure she wouldn't care to hear.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to drag you," he said to Warren. "Though that seems to be a pattern around here."

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