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longislandiceme) wrote2010-03-05 11:49 pm
longislandiceme) wrote2010-03-05 11:49 pm
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Room 324, Saturday Morning
Sleeping in wasn't something that Bobby Drake got to do a lot of, these days. Not now that he was a potential future X-Man in training, and all. Still, he had to get up sometime, especially if he was gonna beat the morning rush to the kitchen. It was Mr. Summer's turn to cook, in theory, which meant in practice they'd pretty much be left to fend for themselves. And damned if Bobby was gonna let Jubilee snag the last package of pop tarts.
It wasn't until he'd shuffled over to the dresser and thrown on a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt that he got a really good look at the room. The room that not only had his stuff in it, but somebody else's.
Which was just all kinds of wrong, because he distinctly remembered tearing down all of John's stupid posters and shoving his crap into storage boxes a week after they'd come back from Alkali Lake.
"What the hell?" he said out loud.
He needed to find Rogue. Maybe she'd know what was going on.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open for the roomie if she's around! and yes, bobby is movie!bobby, aka "that alternate version I will never stop bitching about".]
It wasn't until he'd shuffled over to the dresser and thrown on a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt that he got a really good look at the room. The room that not only had his stuff in it, but somebody else's.
Which was just all kinds of wrong, because he distinctly remembered tearing down all of John's stupid posters and shoving his crap into storage boxes a week after they'd come back from Alkali Lake.
"What the hell?" he said out loud.
He needed to find Rogue. Maybe she'd know what was going on.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open for the roomie if she's around! and yes, bobby is movie!bobby, aka "that alternate version I will never stop bitching about".]