Bobby Drake (![]() ![]() @ 2010-05-17 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | bobby drake, needy lesnicki |
Who: Bobby Drake and OPEN
What: Arriving! In his boxers. At night. In December. And being unphased!
When: Night, December 17th.
Where: Random park is random!
Warnings: None. He’s a superhero, c’mon now.
Bobby groaned at the breeze on his face. Damnit, someone must have opened his window. It was Saturday! There were no classes on Saturday, and training wasn’t supposed to happen until later. Ugh, these people could be monsters. He was a teenage boy with nothing to do on a lazy Saturday morning! Why couldn’t they just let him sleep? He bet it was Cyclops. The guy was still so stiff and sometimes seemed to have trouble with the notion that they weren’t soldiers. Although Bobby guessed they kind of were, what with the whole mutant rescue team thing they had going on, but they were also superheroes! Sort of. Okay, so most of the superheroing that they did was as part of one of the Professor’s nontraditional educational exercises, but still. They fought crime, and they had powers! Thus, superheroes.
Hey, if Batman could count as a superhero without powers, they totally counted.
With a groan, Bobby heaved himself into a lazy roll out of bed so that he could go sneak into Cyclops’ room and freeze every pair of his boxers as retaliation for the early wake-up call. Or at least, that’s what he tried to do, but there was a lot less of his bed than there usually was and the next thing he knew he was spilling out onto the grass. “Oof!” Man, that hurt. He really screwed up that-
Wait. The grass? There definitely wasn’t any grass in his room, and he was pretty sure there were no nature-manipulators at the school yet. Bobby pushed himself up into a seated position at the same time as he opened his eyes. “…When did my room become a park?” He supposed it was possible that Jean was playing a prank on him, but he hadn’t pissed her off lately. He hadn’t even “accidentally” stumbled into the girls’ locker room this week! Or redrilled that little hole he’d used to peer in there. He hadn’t even been thinking about it! So this couldn’t be some kind of psychic simulation. Or if it was, it wasn’t Jean’s doing. The Professor could have done it, but would he? It could be a critical thinking exercise…
With that thought in mind, Bobby pushed himself to his feet, abundantly aware of the fact that he was in just his boxers. He didn’t mind. All that training with Cyclops and Wolverine, and the working out with Colossus, had done his teenage body very good. He was buffer than most guys his age and he knew it, and consequently didn’t have a whole lot of modesty about his physique. Besides, that was probably just a condition Xavier had set on the simulation to try and distract him. “Okay, so first thing’s first…” He glanced around until he found one of those newspaper dispensers and then jogged over to it. He didn’t have any money, but there was no need to actually buy the paper. He crouched down and peered through the glass, reading the location and inadvertently catching sight of the date. “Time travel?” That wasn’t something that Xavier would train them for, since Bobby was pretty sure Hank had said it was impossible at the current level of technology. Of course, there was the possibility of a time traveling mutant, so maybe that’s what this exercise was supposed to simulate. He could roll with that.
The next step was to find a payphone and call collect back to the mansion. First step, ascertain your situation, second step, make contact with home base. He really DID listen when Scott talked! …Sometimes.
Okay, so it was night. In December. A good few years in the future, too. And he had nothing but his boxers on. No wonder people were giving him weird looks! It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t shivering, that was just a perk of his mutation! Still, he was going to have to ask someone for directions to a payphone. “If this is real, I am so getting arrested,” Bobby mumbled unhappily. He really hoped this was a psychic simulation. Silver bracelets didn’t go well with plaid boxers. Then he took a deep breath, ran his hand through his blonde hair to try and tame the bedhead, and started looking for either a payphone or a person to ask about a payphone.