Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Mar 7, 2010 1:28:46 GMT -5
Mason yawned as he opened the door of his room to see that he was probably the last one up. He was greeted to the oddly familiar sight of Mike sitting on the couch in his underwear, and Dylan dressed in the clothes from last night doing the Sunday crossword puzzle. He heard Tracy's voice from the kitchen, with some really heavenly smells in the air and someone else was singing in the kitchen too. "Damn how long did I sleep?" he asked with a yawn and plopped down on the couch next to Mike.
"Is Logan cooking again? It smells goood," he said looking towards the kitchen and then at Mike's expression and smirked. "Yea he cooks, shocked me too. Made us eggs and bacon yesterday. I thought I was in the twilight zone or something." He smirked and grabbed the remote from Mike, flipping through the channels to get to the news. He knew they'd have to leave in a couple of hours to get home, and he wanted to check the weather and traffic reports.
"You guys sleep well? I know it had ta be a little cramped, but better than this couch." They set up the only remaining bedroom for the four of them to crash in for the night. Mike and Lai got the bed and Dylan and Ingrid got the floor that was padded with every spare blanket, towel and pillow they could find. Mason even gave them the spare on their bed for good measure. It's not like they were cold that night anyways as two of the dogs followed them to their room and one insisted on cuddling with Tracy and the other slept on the end of the bed right on top of their feet. Mason was less than thrilled, but there was only so much he could do with dogs that followed his girlfriend around like she was Snow White.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Mar 7, 2010 2:22:21 GMT -5
"I am cooking today!" Ingrid called from the kitchen, dressed in a little apron and a cute pair of sweatpants with a lips in a rhinestone design on her butt and a cute fitted tanktop. She forgot last night that she had a new set of pilates clothes in the trunk of the SUV and she got them first thing this morning. "I am making eggs with potato chips and ground meat, and bacon and cheese bits, OH and I made some pudding!" Ingrid had a very strange idea for breakfast and food in general. She liked to try the strangest new things, and used to play with food coloring. More than once Dylan had been a victim of purple eggs, pink fresh bread, and one time added blue food dye to a tuna casserole.
In truth, she probably would have made as a joke green eggs and ham if she could have found any food dye. "What is this thing, called love? This funny thing called love," Ingrid sang as she crunched the potato chips into the eggs. "Just who can solve this mysteryyyyyyy? Why should it make... a fool of me?" She twirled around the kitchen, laughing as she turned over the rolled bacon stuffed with cheese on the pan. "I saw you theeeeeere one wonderful daaayyyyy. You took my heart and threw it awaaaaayyy," She drawled out the notes while putting a fresh pot of coffee in the coffee maker.
"And so I asked the Lord in heaven abooooovvve. What is this thing, called looooooooove?" Ingrid hummed the song to herself while she moved around the kitchen. "Tracy, do you and Mason like fruit? I can make amazing fruit and cheese parfait! Oh and I make an amazing yogurt dip for the eggs!" She was just gushing now, in an amazing mood. "I want to have everything ready when the others come, I do not know where Logan and Aideen are, but they will have a full breakfast waiting for them!" Ingrid poked her head out the kitchen for a minute. "Who would like some coffee- Oh Mike! Please put some pants on, that is not proper, you do not know all of them that well!"
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Post by Network on Mar 8, 2010 23:15:30 GMT -5
"Huh? Whatcu talkin bout Willis?" He said screwing his face up as he cocked his head to the side. "I know these guys, and you and Tracy too. What's the big deal? The only one I don't know is the Snobtacular Fire Broad, but after how she freaked on me in clothes I think this ensemble here" he plucked the waistband of his boxer briefs "would be a welcome change, yea?"
"And it sure smells good" he said in a hesitant tone mouthing the words 'Eggggs with POtatO CHips' in an exaggerated manner and looking at Dylan whispered "Really man? This is what she cooks you? No wonder you're still skin and bones." Mike grinned at his best friend in the way he always did when he teased, shooting a bottlecap he found under his ass just then at him with a snap.
"Oww, damn I been sittin on that for like a half an hour." he said standing up and rubbing his ass cheek. "Masonman, did that leave a mark?" he asked dropping his boxer briefs down and backing up into Mason's face, making sure to rip a juicy beer fart as he did. "Oh, yeah! Gotcha AGAIN!" The long running gag of farting on each other was resurrected once more as the SHIELD Agent, who was supposed to be turning over a new leaf, let himself relax and return to his childhood with his old friend.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Mar 12, 2010 22:20:01 GMT -5
"Aw man gross," Mason said, laughing slightly and kicking out at Mike, hitting him in the back of the thigh and kicking him forward. The dogs had run forward and were barking at the antics and jumping up on them. All except for the Doberman mix Roscoe, who sat by the door staring at them and not impressed at all with their antics. That dog was not the friendliest of the bunch, it only seemed to tolerate Tracy and Aideen, probably cause they were both females with a calming nature and he didn't seem to mind Logan either, and that was probably some weird Alpha male stuff going on in that whole thing. Nonetheless, Mason eyed him by the entrance while it let out a low growl and laid his head back down on the floor.
"What the hell did you eat man? Did you take the dog's food instead of yours or something?" he said wafting a hand in front of his face and smirking slightly as he looked at the staggering Mike regaining his balance from that kick. "Seriously man, put some pants on. Aideen is like an inch from lighting your ass on fire as it is, don't let her see it and really make her do it." Mason smirked slightly and knew for a fact that it probably would happen. She had been on the edge for awhile, and he didn't know how much their little talk last night had gotten through to her, but he had a feeling it didn't do much good. She still held herself at a distance for the rest of the night, though he did at one point have to take Mike to the spare bedroom when he was drunk and rambling inappropriate things after seeing the look on her face.
He looked over at Dylan and pointed the remote at him. "And you," he looked over his shoulder to make sure that Ingrid was back in the kitchen. "You're girl is nuts. But I'm hungry enough to go for this stuff. I ain't saying the same for anyone else though. TRACY!" Mason called for his girl. "Can you bring me some coffee Dollface? Black, two sugars, please." He figured it'd be cool since she was in the kitchen anyways, and he knew the second that he got up he would throw himself over the couch and not move.
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Post by Cortex on Mar 13, 2010 20:59:06 GMT -5
Through the whole thing, Dylan not once looked up from reading the newspaper, even when the bottle cap bounced off his head. Well actually he wasn't reading it exactly, he was correcting the spelling and grammar mistakes he found and making little notes in which the articles mixed up statistics or facts. He loved to do this on a Sunday morning, and then send it in to the paper if he felt like it. The crossword puzzle on Sunday took him about five minutes to solve, which was nice as the rest of the week he was pretty much done after glancing at it. Sunday's paper actually gave him decent entertainment.
"If you eat her cooking with an open mind, it's actually pretty good," he said not looking up from his paper. He was just as weirded out as the rest of them were now when Ingrid first decided to cook for him, and made him blue Beef Stroganoff with Doritos and for dessert she stuffed pears with ice cream and white cheese. Dylan had been so infatuated with her that he kept a straight face and ate the whole meal, and to his surprise he actually liked it.
He wasn't the best about eating as is because he legitimately forgot. With all the work he had to do, it was hard to remember to make time for a meal. Since Ingrid and him moved in together, she would cook him huge meals whenever she was home, which hadn't been a lot in the past year that she'd been filming that movie. In that time, Dylan lost all the ten pounds he gained when they first moved in together and now had to humor his girlfriend on her mission to get some calories into him.
"You should probably listen to them Mike and put on pants. I doubt Logan will be in a pleasant mood when he comes in to greet your backside or your stained underwear," he said without looking up from the paper. This whole thing was rather routine for him, and he personally had lived happily without the whole thrill of flatulence wars.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Mar 14, 2010 2:54:49 GMT -5
"Baby, just put the pants on," Lai said walking out of the room, freshly showered while scrunching her long extremely curly hair with conditioner and throwing Mike the pair of jeans he had on last night. She was dressed in the light blue sweats that Tracy lent her and a white tank top, now more refreshed that she showered and felt more alive than when she woke up. She was not well rested as she had hoped to be with Mike snoring his head off in a drunken stupor all night. How Ingrid looked chipper and sweet as ever, she'd never know. Then again though, that girl was used to sleeping through movie sets and in every noisy situation possible.
"Besides, that dog looks ready to go after you as is. I think its channeling our sweet and happy duo," Lai added looking over at the doberman by the door that was laying on it's stomach and eying them with superiority and annoyance. It was no wonder that from the way the dog acted it had barely left Logan's side the entire night, letting no one else other than Aideen and Tracy pet him. Lai herself wasn't a huge dog person. She liked cats more than anything else, and with all the big dogs running around this apartment, well it made her nervous.
She plopped down next to Mason on the couch and shied away from one of the wolfhounds nearby. "How animals that big can be like puppies with Trace, damn that's a mystery right there." Lai smelled the cooking in the air and grinned. "Ingrid's cooking again huh? I thought I smelled burnt potato chips. No weird smoothies for breakfast? No pear, skittles, and soy milk smoothies?" She laughed and tucked her legs under her. "What time ya'll leaving anyways?"
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Mar 15, 2010 23:04:43 GMT -5
"Yes, PUH-lease put those pants on Michael. The sight of your hairy pimply ass is making me lose my appetite for, uh..." Tracy smiled softly over at Ingrid as she tried to delicately pick through the descriptors of what was cooking nearby her in the kitchen. "..breakfast?" She nodded slightly at herself pleased with the choice, diplomatic as it was, and when Ingrid caught her in mid nod she grinned, a slight rose flushing on her cheeks. "Is that the pudding?" she asked pointing to .. something in a bowl nearby, more to distract Ingrid than to get an answer, because if it was the pudding, she truly didn't want to know what kind of pudding it was.
With the chef's eyes diverted she made her way to the coffee machine pouring two cups and made Mason's just how he liked it and her own light and semi-sweet. Flowing her way out into the TV zone, the dogs parting playfully around her like so many animated critters in a song and dance number from a Disney flick. "Here boo, hot, black, and sweet.. careful." She giggled absent-mindedly forgetting her warning was un-needed, except for not making a mess since her golden eyed man was armor skinned. Extending her arm as she bent to hand Mason his drink her face twisted up as she got down there.
"Oh, God ALMIGHTY, Mike- it stinks! Smells like hot wet sewage and ohhh my- it's burning my eyes." Her eyes flicked open and shut several times fast. "Sorry honey but I am not sitting with you there. Where is Aideen? She could burn the foul right out of the air. I miss her so bad right now." She stepped away and over closer to Dylan, a glance over his shoulder and she knew he was in hog heaven. There was an article ripe with errors that he was pouring over, his hand jotting notes faster than most people could think.
Looking back to the couch, to Lai, she said "You are on heck of a girl Lai. How can you stand it?" She playfully teased. "I guess you've built up an immunity or something? But the dogs seem fine, just a bit pensive.. seems they know something we don't. I hope it's nothing too out of of the ordinary." She glanced to Mason, the look on her face letting him know that she was slightly worried for their missing traveling companions.
"Oh, well we don't want to get in too late tonight. Do we boo?" she said responding to Lai's question finally and flipping it to a question for Mason to answer. "So, I guess no later than two or three?" she shrugged since she was really just along for the ride and the itinerary she was purposely leaving her hands off of. She just wanted to enjoy what little relaxation was left, soak it all up, and store it away in her heart for the upcoming return. Going home for most was a good thing, but for Tracy, returning to the academy meant relentless stress and unhealthy amounts of pressure.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Mar 16, 2010 22:30:06 GMT -5
"We made pretty good time when we got here on Friday, but we were all going way over the speed limit and had a hell of a time outrunning cops," Mason said with a slight smirk to cover up his the hard look of worry that crossed his face when he caught Tracy's glance. He knew Aideen had church in the morning, but she should have been back at least an hour ago either way. Logan wasn't the church going type, but he wasn't around either and the door to their room was open enough for him to see it was empty. "We made it here in under five hours, not including the time we took to grab a bite to eat."
He thought for a minute as he sipped his coffee, trying to map out the route home in his head. "We should probably leave around one if we wanna make it home before dinner. Plus we don't know what traffic is gonna be like, and I don't wanna get in too late," Mason added taking another sip of the coffee, a hard look of thought on his face. He wasn't too nuts about going home, but at the same time thought it would be best. Bringing Aideen back here was a big mistake as far as he was concerned, even if he did get some really good money out of it. Next time, he'd just suggest Vegas and call it a day.
"You guys oughta come by and visit one of these weekends. See what the schools turned into and what the place even looks like for you two." He looked over at Lai while glancing back at the kitchen where Ingrid was while nodding his head. "Its a nice enough place, ignoring the crazy people who go there. Personally I think the only person you'd have to really worry about is Burns, and that's for Ingrid mostly cause I'm pretty sure he got a couple of pics of her on his wall of bo- uh women. His wall is covered in posters and pictures of bands and women. Mostly women." He didn't mention that the wall was mostly of topless or provocative photos, mainly not to freak either of the girls.
His stomach gurgled slightly and he looked over at the kitchen. "Hey Ingrid, is the food almost ready? I'm not getting any less hungry here," he called to the kitchen, looking back at the news and at the weather. "Well at least weather looks decent, though its gonna get cool in the evening. If we don't want a frozen Aideen on our hands, we should probably head out before we hit the chilly front, she'll freeze on her bike." He never forgot how easily Aideen got cold, despite the irony of her power. "Doll, you wanna do anything else before we leave? Is there anything else left?" Mason smirked slightly thinking of all the shopping bags in their room.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Mar 20, 2010 19:50:21 GMT -5
"Breakfast is..." Ingrid placed the little flower in the vase and set it on the little table. "Ready! Please come I set the table and everything!" She called them over with a big smile on her face as she looked at the setup proudly. Everyone's plate had a thick bacon, potato chips, cheese, and spicy sausages omelet topped with a dollop of salsa and sour cream. There was a big bowl of pudding in the center lined with mint leaves and topped with cookie crumbles and slices of apple.
There was another bowl full of cheese and fruit and nerds candy mix and a plate of bacon drizzled in pepper-jack and mozzarella cheese. To top it off, there was a big pitcher of peach lemonade for a drink. "Come please, sit! I set aside two omelet's for Aideen and Logan in the oven, so they will be nice and warm when they come in," Ingrid said as she ushered them into the kitchen and to sit at the table that she worked to set all pretty.
"Please help yourselves, I made everything fresh! Well not the toppings, they from the store." She giggled and went to grab glasses for all of them. "Would anyone like some Tabasco sauce? It goes great on the omelets and bacon!" Ingrid beamed at all of them, extremely proud of her creation and the breakfast she insisted on making this morning.
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Post by Network on Mar 20, 2010 20:14:09 GMT -5
Resigned to remain pants-less Mike sat back on the couch, arms folded across his chest as the pants that had been thrown at him dangled off his head and draped around his neck. "Easy on the legs gunslinger- AND my caboose there Trace. Have a little mercy, it ain't the age it's the miles." He said pulling the pants off his head and rubbing the spot where he'd been kicked. "But I sure could go for a trip back to the old stompin grounds. How about you D?" He prodded Dylan from his all engrossing newsprint. "We could make a weekend out of it, whatta ya think hot stuff?" He turned to look at Lai with his question.
At the sound of food being served his stomach twisted up in a knot of hunger. "Fine, pants it is." He finally gave in to it all as everyone got up to have breakfast. Pulling the pants of some other guy back on again he hopped his way over to the food as he fastened them up. One look on the table and his tummy untwisted and moaned it's regrets.
"What the Hell is all that?" He could hardly say it all without breaking into laughter. " I never seen- what the.. you say that's Pudding!?!" He reached up to scratch at his facial hair as he pondered what was sitting on the plates staring back at him. Without a razor to swipe it clean he had a bit of growth and the sound of his rough hand on it was marking time with the wheels spinning in his head.
A look at Ingrid's face and he knew he had to back pedal or it would really hurt her feelings. "So we uh, smush the fruit onto the nerds then? Is that how it's done?" He sat down at the nearest place to him, then remembering himself he got up again -quickly- and pulled out Lai's chair for her. Making sure she was comfortable before he sat back down again. "Is this some new trendy thing I haven't heard about? Cause I only just got my 'South Beach Diet' book ya know. Not sure I'm ready for this yet." He winked at Ingrid with a smile.
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Post by Cortex on Mar 20, 2010 20:57:37 GMT -5
Dylan tucked the newspaper under his arm and walked into the kitchen, looking incredibly comfortable around all the odd dishes. "It looks amazing honey," he said kissing her on the cheek in thanks. He had seen stranger breakfasts and this actually wasn't that bad. He knew that Ingrid loved to cook, and when she stuck to the recipe she was really good, but when she experimented, she went a little bit crazy. He loved her too much to ever tell her otherwise and she looked so thrilled when she cooked that he didn't have the heart to tell her that they were an odd combination.
This time was no different from other times though, because the second that Dylan had a bite of the odd omelet, he found that it was actually pretty good. All the food she made was good as long as someone ate it with an open mind. "These omelets are delicious Ingrid, they're always my favorite," he complimented as he dug into them. He tried to eat as much as he could when she cooked, if only to please her and not hurt her feelings.
He poured himself some of the fresh juice and looked around the table. "Anyone else want some?" Dylan asked pouring juice for whoever held their glass out. "I would really like to visit the school again soon, if only to see how all the X-Men are doing and how some of the old students are doing. Also I'd love to review my case notes with Dr. McCoy. He always gives great insight." He looked over at Ingrid now and smiled slightly. "You'd like him, and I'm sure everyone else too. As I remember, everyone is on their best behavior when we have guests at the school, so you'd be alright," Dylan said with a reassuring smile to both Ingrid and Lai.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Mar 21, 2010 0:08:51 GMT -5
"South Beach Diet? Please baby, if I wanted to date a weight obsessed chick I could have hooked up with one of Ingrid's modeling friends a long time ago. You're a guy, eat like one," Lai said taking a big bite of her omelet and a sip of the peach lemonade. This wasn't her first time experiencing Ingrid's cooking and she knew that it was better not to ask what was in the food and just eat it. "This is gonna be all the rage in a couple of months after Ingrid's Vogue interview. Experimental cooking is the new IT thing." She winked at Ingrid and dug into the weird looking fruit salad.
"Wow..." She chewed the salad carefully, rolling it around in her mouth and trying it out. "You know this is pretty good. I mean, not something I would think to put together but hey it works." And it did, odd as the combination would be, it was pleasing to the taste buds. Lai had to laugh at the look on the others faces though, all experiencing their first time with her friend's cooking. She gave them a reassuring look and took a bite of the pudding. "MMmm Minty!"
"I wanna see this place. I'd love to meet that guy Brock and give him a piece of my mind," she got an angry look on her face as she thought back to last night's conversation. Nothing got her more steamed than chauvinistic pigs of men thinking they had any rights over women. "I don't know who that mother f*#&er thinks he is, but I will give him a kick in the ass he'll never forget. I don't know where dipshits like that get the idea that it's okay to treat women like that." She ain't her food angrily as her brow scrunched up again. For the sake of it, she kicked Mike under the table and angrily ate her food.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Mar 21, 2010 14:04:21 GMT -5
*Cough* "Ughh, oh.. excuse me." Tracy was drinking at the time Lai shared her feelings about Aideen's special friend and the shock of pain Mike felt startled her so much so the peach lemonade nearly came shooting out of her nose. "What's going on over there?" She pointed her fork at the two of them. It was a good excuse to not have to use it on the food.
"So, Ironclad.." she looked up at him ".. iron clad tummy too?" She took a tentative stab at the omelet and tried not to make a face as she put the tiny morsel into her mouth. Closing her eyes as she let it sit there for a second on her tongue before rolling it around and taking the first cautious chews. "Mmm." Her eyes went wide. "MMmm- WOW, this isn't bad. I gotta say I was a little worried, but you know it's pretty good actually."
"Mason, sit, sit" she patted the seat next to her "try it boo. I have to admit though I am still a bit frightened by the pudding, but what the heck I'll give it a try." She scooped a little onto her plate and poked it for a minute to make ready her taste buds for an unexpected possible assault. "Here goes" she said as she raised it to her lips.
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Post by Network on Mar 21, 2010 14:23:21 GMT -5
"Ooowwch what did I-? Wait! Did you say you'd hook up with one of her friends? Yea?" Mike forgot all about the food and the pain in his leg and the fact that his dirty underwear was riding up inside the pants he was forced to wear. It never dawned on him that his lovely lady hadn't actually mentioned him in the equation at all. "OH YEAH!! Ingrid- INgrID baby, get that number." He pumped his fist in the air, just once.. he didn't want to seem too excited as he celebrated.
"You here that Mace? Threesome!" He threw an arm around Lai and kissed her cheek. "I asked and asked and - oh yea! Baby I love you! You've made me the happiest man in the world. This is gonna be great!" He looked at Ingrid then at Lai and shrugged as he asked "Well, which one? Which one are ya gonna get for us? That blond? Oh no wait the redhead with the little mole right here" he pointed to his cheek and then 'downstairs' to his other cheek "and here? Oh no I know the dark haired girl with the kinda punk look that was in Maxim, uhhh- help me out here Mason.." he looked over at his old friend "..what month was that?"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Mar 21, 2010 14:45:53 GMT -5
The look that Lai was giving Mike at the moment was not an uncommon one when her boyfriend had his doofus moments like this one. It was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "Rexroad, get your arm off me," she said calmly and raised an eye brow at him. A part of her wanted to crack up at his reaction, but the stronger part of her wanted to sock him in the stomach. Low and behold, that part won out and she punched him in the stomach.
"Sarcasm never was your strong suit." She shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. "Baby, you of all people know that I'm a very attentive lover, I don't share, I take one at a time. I'll still hook up with the chick though, it was that blond chick that did that Prada cover with Ingrid. She had a really nice set of legs," Lai sat back and pretended to be intently thinking about it, biting her lip and making a dreamy look come on her face as she went quiet for a minute and pretended to fantasize.
"Oh sorry baby, you can watch though. That's you know assuming Gina, was that her name Ingrid?" She looked back to see Ingrid nod and smiled. "Yea assuming Gina is into that. I'll just tell you about it afterwards if not." Lai chose that moment to revert back into the mood she had been in before when talking about chauvinistic men. "Why do guys always assume that if two girls are into going to mess around, they want a guy around. Newsflash, we can BUY the equipment you guys pack to do the job, with the added benefit of there being no chance for a Ten Second Tom to show up." She winked discreetly at Tracy when the chance came and crossed her arms to scowl and get her point across.
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