Bobby Drake

The Bobby Drake who normally woke up in a dorm room in Fandom on your average Saturday morning might have done so slowly, lazily, quite possibly even reluctantly.

However, this was not your average Saturday morning, and this was most definitely not the Bobby Drake who normally called Fandom home. As such, the transition from asleep to awake consisted of his eyes snapping open and the realization that these were entirely unfamiliar surroundings. Which then resulted in a startled yell and a leap out of the bed, backing himself into a corner of the room.

What in the hell was going on?
( in which the other person in the room wakes up )
[ooc: Annnd Bobby is now Bobby Drake from the House of M 'verse (although several years before canon). preplayed with the lovely justwantsquiet. tbc in comments as schedules permit, & also open afterwards. details of conversation about mutantness = nfb please.]

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".]