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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kevin Perrine" data-source="post: 1635727" data-attributes="member: 20347">MEANWHILE  at the Xavier Mansion[the page turns to reveal an ariel view of the Mansion,  cutting quickly panel to panel closer and closer.  By the turn of the spread our audience are shown four locations centered in the crosshairs of what you could assume might be a military satallite.  From the last shot of the Xavier's Institute around it these four images focus framed in panels are:  Nightcrawler hanging from a rafter beam in the TV room,  Wolverine skulking in the bush outside,  ArchAngel shouting through the clouds and Colossus in the weight room.Salem Center, Westchester County, NYMid-Evening  [local time]June 30, 2004…"geeze make up your minds, ya'can beat the tar outa big bads like Mag-NEA-to making decisions ever couple seconds like it's nothing and you have trouble with what's on their popcorn?!??,  man-oh-man I think getting movie night going's harder than prepping the 'Kobayashi Maru'  for the Danger Room..."   Kitty chuckles to the puff of smoke and brimstone as she tiptoes to grab the three big lime green popcorn bowls on top of the 'fridge.huh... Kitty thought,  I wunder what Logan thought of my test?  I'd bet my I-Pod that he hasn't even seen STII-tWoK, heheh.. [the smaller "talking head" panels shift to something more organic...  something fitting the X-men's  "outside"  member.  Focusing for a second on Logan's boot,  and we read...a squirrel, it gathers new grass for it's hole crossing over  "the Wolverine's"  foot...  Logan's very essence flowing so effortlessly with the nature about him,  a normally jittery little animal crosses his path without even knowing a "human" is about.  And perhaps he wouldn't notice either -  but Logan is a predator,  unlike the squirrel his senses are sharpened and honed to the finest point possible...  possibly ready to kill  or  face being killed at any given second.And just before he goes looking for his night,  Wolverine catches the glimpse of Kitty as she fumbles the bowls slipping on the step stool and falling on her bottom on the Kitchen tile......  Any other might giggle at her clumsiness,  but he's the best at what he does...  and that ain't giggling!As a green plastic bowl flops onto her head,  spiralling to stillness like a big oversized bowler hat down over her eyes, nose and mouth.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":-)" title="Smile    :-)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":-)" />"FUZZY ELF!!  Come get the snacks,  I'm going to get Warren, Bobby and Peter..."  and young Miss Pryde shimmers to a ghost... The bowl clammers to the tile like a quarter,  as "Shadowcat"...  err.... "Sprite"... err.... "GhostyGal"...  errr... "whatever today's codename is"  floats and phases up through the ceiling.MEANWHILE...  Upstairs...  at first the "ROYAL"  UPSTAIRS...the page turns as does the "camera" angle of this opening panel...  the sun flares as the audience looks straight up.  A few clouds make the bright barrable.  and an angel descends...The peace.  The serenity.  Still, quiet, no fear, no hate, no colors, no bigotry, no petty differences.  From "god's eye" views of the world that only a rare few are privy,  the world looks peaceful and wonderous.  But the height, the distance from which you are "removed" from the world when above in the clouds,  it hides the ugly greys of  humanity... of homo-superior...Warren is of the latter in the species.  And while he shares the air above the world with gods he must return in the end... Just as Angel collapses his wings walking through the door into the hallway leading downstairs,  the very molecules of his bedroom floor make way and part as a  whispy  hand pushes up through...  Then an forarm, an elbow, to her shoulder  and  Kitty folds her arm as if pushing up off the floor pulling herself up and through the ceiling of the kitchen into and through the floor of Warren's room.silently the camera pans and fixes on the postage bag on the edge of Angel's desk...As Kitty begins to solidify she accidentally bops her head up on the underside of Warren's desk, teetering the post bag......"Goofball-doofus"  Kitty mutters to herself as she shifts her position out from under the desk...As Kitty stands and gets her barrings glancing around, a bit confused wondering where Warren was,  the envelope drops to the ground.  The seal wasn't perfect...  and a disc tumbles and spins across the floor landing at Kitty's toes.  The post bag drops behind or into the wastepaper basket unseen to the young X-man."Oops... what's this?!??,  where'd you come from little discy disc?"  she asks, as if expecting an answer...She glances to the door..."Warren... ohhh Waaaarren... you wouldn't mind if I take a peak at one of your projects, huhhh??...  ...No?  Okay - I thought it'd be okay..."  she says getting quieter as she goes,  answering her own question...  pushing open Warrens chair,  double-clicking as the disc finds its way into Angel's computer.Logan was probably the only other X-man that could meet or maybe even understand the drive of the young Colossus.  the spread opens up with a loooong landscape panel that crosses the spread,  extending down about a third of the way across the pages.  The young man lays back on his bench,  in the mirror reflecting back for the audience to see is his alterego...Smooth and bronze,  the image in the mirror -  none of the weight in this room would challenge this X-man's mutant strength...  But that's not why he does it...Upstairs...The others drop into cushy couches and roll-back chairs upstairs...  The super-wide flatsceen lights up as Scott steps in the room,  watching his friend Warren trail down the stairs...  "Kurt, you know there's  'no smoking'  in the house"  Cyclops jokes making "quote" symbols in the air, with his normal almost uncomfortable bad lines..."get it?  'no smoking'....  'no smoking'  as in Smoke and Brimstone.  You know guys... 'in the house', ...come on..."Just then,  in a quiet secluded upper master bedroom a silhouette shifts in a wheeled chair.The panel shows the chamber,  then quick cutting - jagged and rough into a surreal cocked and broken panel  focusing on the back of the smooth head..."Aaaahhhh-rrrr-arg!!"  Xavier says  AND THINKS!!   and for a brief second EACH X-man feels the sharp stab of pain in his or her temple!"cuuuntrolll,  CONTROL!!  relax, relax..."  Charles says grasping his skull to dullen the razor feelings in his head.  He looks down and sees the force of the pain has caused him to jerk his upper body some intensely that his right foot fell out of the wheelchair stirrup and nearly twisted unnaturally.Xavier regains his composure and rights his leg,  looking about his room.The room hasn't been attended to in days.  He's asked to take no visitors, barely even eating.  Some pain has been growing,  as if demanding his attention for the last 15 days.  The puzzle of pain forming in his head seemed to be nearing completion...  He almost had it worked out.  Jean had felt the disturbance, but not close to the level Professor Xavier had dealt with...Very soon he would need his X-men.Very soon it would be time to face the threat looming on his brow...  If he could just master it until the solution presented itself.  And he reaches out mentally to his X-men..."Forgive me for the outburst, I did not mean to let my affliction slip to concern you...  for now it will rest my mind if you enjoy your night.  Good night my X-men...</blockquote>

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