Who: Laura Narrative: Robin, Tony, Lorna, Alex, and Logan When: Backdated July 25th, Christmas in July! Where: Beneath the trees of the different cabins. What: Even Laura understood the meaning of giving to others. Those who had been kind to her gave her want to give back. Status: Complete Rating: G She was a keen hunter, tracker, and murderer. Most done without remorse. Her senses not only mutated to be high, they were also surgically enhanced. She could also block the telepathic, if she so chose. At the moment every advantage she had over any other being in this whole resort was used. She crept into the individual cabins, no malice intended. She had no want to be discovered.
She planted the gifts she had purchased. Delicately beneath each tree, as if they had always been there. Leaving little trace that she had been there, beside the card tacked upon each gift. Her handwriting perfection, deliberate, and clear.
For Robin, she left a pair of boots. She knew he would find them curious so there was an extra not placed inside. They were similar to the ones she wore safe they were sized to fit him. And they were outfitted with a blade in the soul. The instructions said 'Handle with care. The button on the heal will retract a four inch blade from each. Simply put them on and either touch the heals together or stomp a single heal on a hard surface. To retract the blades there is a small pressure switch beneath where your large toe will go.' He would also find that his sword and dagger had been sharpened to hair splitting sharpness. If she could not protect him, then there would be little doubt that he could do so well with his gift.
Perhaps it was stupid for her to have grown attached to the NCIS agent. But there were things that you simply could not undo. As she had read or heard or... perhaps seen, she believed the heart wanted what the heart wanted. Even hers. Regardless, she could place two gifts at once. For Tony she had delicately wrapped an autographed February '90 Playboy magazine. The centerfold Pamela Anderson. She had recalled in one of the NCIS episodes she had seen that he recalled misplacing his copy. She also had been able to order a pair of adamantium handcuffs. The note inside the box told exactly what they were along with a warning 'Do not loose the key, it is the only one, these handcuffs are indestructible by any means. My claws cannot even slice through the chain. The only way your captor will be able to free themselves is by cutting through their own limb. In the case in which you find yourself victim to their strengths. The tumbler can be picked with a skilled hand.' He would also find his gun to be cleaned, oiled, tuned to perfection, the sight perfectly aligned.
Logan was easy, she had not seen him since her announcement. Nor had she read anything written by him. She left a box of the best Cuban Cigars money could buy. And a bottle of Jack Daniels. She had a partial want to leave a note describing that he was to be an uncle. But she had not, a simple 'Merry Christmas Brother' was tacked to each item. There was little more she could do for Logan. If there was a way to urge his healing ability to move quicker she would have done that.
Lorna and Alex were more difficult to acquire something for each. She was not close to either mutant, but she had felt the want to give them something. For Lorna she managed to dig up a photograph of Laura's first Christmas at Xavier's. There had been a big group picture taken of everyone that had been at the institute that day. Polaris had been in it. It was framed in something unobtrusive. An belt with the X symbol in the buckle was with it. Alex was far more difficult than that. She had settled for a pair of gloves that would help channel his energy with disks in each palm. The X-men symbol branded in the tops of each.