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Coolest. Plane ride. Ever.
May. 18th, 2003 11:02 pmMan, I thought they'd be sending a van, or something, or a taxi to the airport. Apparently mutants travel in style. We were all looking out at the driveway when this huge black jet just thumps down in the backyard. So I couldn't wait to see what the actual school was like.
Getting ahead of myself, though. Hi! I'm Jamie Madrox. I'm the new guys you might've seen moving in this evening, the ones you probably thought were quadruplets or something? All me. That's what I do, see, I get hit and turn into twins. Makes doing chores and moving into gigantic mansions a lot easier, but it's awkward when it happens in public.
Also gives me a great alibi, as you'll probably find out eventually. ;)
So where was I? Right. The inside of the plane was even cooler than the outside, once I'd said bye to Mom and Dad and they'd talked to Mr. Summers some. And then it was all my stuff in the plane--one trip, between four of me and one of Piotr--and we took off. I've never been in a plane that goes that fast.
Mr. Summers seems like a pretty nice guy--my parents liked him, anyway--but he didn't say much on the plane, mostly questions about my powers and talking about a couple of the classes. Looks like he could use somebody to help him lighten up, once he's had some time to digest whatever it is he's got on his plate right now.
And Piotr's a good guy. Pitched in with the bags without even needing to be asked. Man, this school's got mutant farmboys from all over. :) He's freaking huge, which was kinda scary to start, but you couldn't ask for a nicer guy even if I think some of my jokes went by a bit fast for him. Totally my fault forgetting he's still getting used to English. Sorry, man. Kinda neat comparing farm life in Russia and Kansas, though, and he said he'd give me a tour tomorrow, introduce me to people. Apparently he's got a little sister--well, you all know that already, I guess, but it'll be neat to meet her.
But when I got on the plane, it turned out there was a third guy along. Warren Worthington. Rich brat couldn't be bothered to come out and meet my parents, or help carry stuff . . . you know, I knew a couple of guys kinda like him in junior high, before my parents started homeschooling me so I wouldn't dupe all over gym class. They were all designer clothes and flash and superior attitudes too. I just hope Mister Worthington has a sense of humor, that's all I have to say.
Enough about him, though. I haven't met too many other people yet because we got here kinda late, but I'm looking forward to meeting everybody. Been three years since I had anybody to talk to regularly except my parents and myself, so I'm gonna meet up with Piotr and get the tour tomorrow, and probably have some dupes explore some of the niftier bits and stick around to talk to people. Should be fun!
Current mood: bouncy
Getting ahead of myself, though. Hi! I'm Jamie Madrox. I'm the new guys you might've seen moving in this evening, the ones you probably thought were quadruplets or something? All me. That's what I do, see, I get hit and turn into twins. Makes doing chores and moving into gigantic mansions a lot easier, but it's awkward when it happens in public.
Also gives me a great alibi, as you'll probably find out eventually. ;)
So where was I? Right. The inside of the plane was even cooler than the outside, once I'd said bye to Mom and Dad and they'd talked to Mr. Summers some. And then it was all my stuff in the plane--one trip, between four of me and one of Piotr--and we took off. I've never been in a plane that goes that fast.
Mr. Summers seems like a pretty nice guy--my parents liked him, anyway--but he didn't say much on the plane, mostly questions about my powers and talking about a couple of the classes. Looks like he could use somebody to help him lighten up, once he's had some time to digest whatever it is he's got on his plate right now.
And Piotr's a good guy. Pitched in with the bags without even needing to be asked. Man, this school's got mutant farmboys from all over. :) He's freaking huge, which was kinda scary to start, but you couldn't ask for a nicer guy even if I think some of my jokes went by a bit fast for him. Totally my fault forgetting he's still getting used to English. Sorry, man. Kinda neat comparing farm life in Russia and Kansas, though, and he said he'd give me a tour tomorrow, introduce me to people. Apparently he's got a little sister--well, you all know that already, I guess, but it'll be neat to meet her.
But when I got on the plane, it turned out there was a third guy along. Warren Worthington. Rich brat couldn't be bothered to come out and meet my parents, or help carry stuff . . . you know, I knew a couple of guys kinda like him in junior high, before my parents started homeschooling me so I wouldn't dupe all over gym class. They were all designer clothes and flash and superior attitudes too. I just hope Mister Worthington has a sense of humor, that's all I have to say.
Enough about him, though. I haven't met too many other people yet because we got here kinda late, but I'm looking forward to meeting everybody. Been three years since I had anybody to talk to regularly except my parents and myself, so I'm gonna meet up with Piotr and get the tour tomorrow, and probably have some dupes explore some of the niftier bits and stick around to talk to people. Should be fun!
Current mood: bouncy
