Brief Title:
WTF Molly
Characters:
Logan, Thimble (Runaways-Kido)
Scene Runner/Watcher:
IC Date:
04/23/13 23:00
Location:
Xaviers
Summary:
In an other timeline, Molly leads the Runaways, and Thimble is one of them. But now she plops up at todays Xaviers, creeping out Logan!
Social or Plot:
TS:
No
Log:
The first thing that heralds Logan's return to the mansion is the growling roar of the old Norton motorcycle. It's a thing loud enough to be heard from the gate as the elder X-Man rolls up and waits for the security systems to make their scan then to key the heavy gates open. Once they lock into place with a loud clang, he hits the gas and starts the short drive up the way. Luckily it's not too late for his return to wake up too many of the students, but chances are he'll get an earful from one faculty member or the other.
The hog stops in front of the garage, kickstand lowered and the Canadian mutant swings one leg off the seat. He grimaces faintly as he grabs one of the saddlebags and slings it over his shoulder even as he walks to the garage and smacks a rough fist against the control panel, causing the garage door to start its clanking cranking way upwards. He stands there for a few moments, head lowered, expression grim, and somehow seeming a bit worse for wear since his last visit to the school.
Some young Chinese girl, maybe somewhere around 10 to 13, loitered in front of the stairs, some kind of stupid hat thing on her head, looking like a green cat. Dressed in cloth that look like outlet but well kept and a childish backpack completed the slightly shaggy look. "Molly said got’ta have to take a look at least. You gonna show me around and tell that cerethingy to shutup in my head? It's making me headache." she talks up to the short canadian who nevertheless towers over her by almost twice. No introduction or sign of respect in this one.
Turning to glance over his shoulder, she'll see his eyes narrow, that blue-eyed gaze shifting a touch grim. But then he looks down and his attention falls like a bag of anvils upon that little girl. He squints for a moment, then turns around and gives her one of his grunts. It's all she gets as he starts back towards his motorcycle once the garage door is open.
It's only once he's pushing the bike into the garage, leaning over its seat with the effort, that he tells her. "Kid, I ain't yer guidance counsellor. Yer barkin' up the wrong tree."
The young looks confused at first, then turning red in the face "You're Wolveriene, right? Molly told me..." Taking a deep breath she seems to be about to scream and that is just what comes: a kid screaming at full volume. "WOLVERINE IS A JERK!" If someone was still asleep after Logan's arrival with the cycle, they might be no more now. Somewhat less loud she adds something about him smelling of beers and that Molly was right.
If a man could look more put upon, it's hard to imagine how so. Logan positively winces at the scream of the young girl, one eye scrunching up and turning his head to the side, he shakes his head and growls low.
Then from some open window in the campus an answering shout comes back to her, "We know!"
That bit from the peanut gallery has him scowling for another entirely other reason but he starts to walk towards the front door. "Girl, what's yer name?" And perhaps to give her something to do or to get her distracted he casually tosses her one of his saddle bags, a thing almost as big as her but luckily nowhere near as heavy.
Kid Janie is a bit confused by the toss, but catches it nevertheless. "Janie Wu. Can me keep it?" she asks as she follows with the bag. "Molly said you're not that bad sometimes." she mutters into the saddle bag, looking at him. "Gonna show me 'round now?"
Logan's saddle bag is, perhaps thankfully, empty. Though it does have a certain smell of cigars and alcohol to it for some reason. So hey maybe Molly wasn't entirely wrong.
He scritches the back of his neck thoughtfully and he looks at her askance as they both walk up along that small path leading to the front door. "Molly?" He cocks his head quizzically like some curious canine, then waves a hand to the side. "Only Molly I know I left in Madripoor, and I get the feelin' yer talkin' about some other Moll." There's a small shrug, "In any case, no. M'not gonna show ya around." He just keeps on walkin', "Asides, ain't it past yer bedtime or somethin'?"
Logan's saddle bag is, perhaps thankfully, empty. Though it does have a certain smell of cigars and alcohol to it for some reason. So hey maybe Molly wasn't entirely wrong.
He scritches the back of his neck thoughtfully and he looks at her askance as they both walk up along that small path leading to the front door. "Molly?" He cocks his head quizzically like some curious canine, then waves a hand to the side. "Only Molly I know I left in Madripoor, and I get the feelin' yer talkin' about some other Moll." There's a small shrug, "In any case, no. M'not gonna show ya around." He just keeps on walkin', "Asides, ain't it past yer bedtime or somethin'?"
Thimble pouts and almost tosses the saddle bag at Logan's knees "'s not bedtime in California." she claims still following "Show me this lame Birdthing? Can I haz Icecream? Molly said she got icecream. Whers the room with butterflies and unicorns? Can I see the strange telefone with the Queen?"
"We're not in California." Logan almost starts to actually argue with the kid, but then catches himself and takes a deep breath. He keeps on walking even as he adjusts the hang of the pack on his shoulder. "Listen here, kiddo." He moves towards the door and pulls it open. For some reason he holds it open for her even politely as he looks at the young girl straight in the eyes. "We'll get ya situated, get ya some grub in the kitchen, then back to yer room or sommich. After you get some sleep you'll want ta go see the butterflies and unicorns with Scott Summers. He's in charge of alla that, the birdthing and ice cream too. So remember that name, Scott Summers. Or Cyclops." He starts down that hallway, walking with the little girl at his side. "Ya got that?"
Stern eyes look back, the saddle bag still in her hands "Molly sais that's more an idiot than thou. And that I can marry the fluffy blue one if I want." she replies. "And Molly sais I shall say she'll give you a Molly-Special through his office if you not gonna show me." Persistent little girl raised by someone who has a strange hate 'im-love 'im to Wolverine. "And Molly sais I just have to take a look around, then can choose to stay with 'er and Klara in the Leapfrog."
"Kid, I have no idea what yer talkin' about. Seriously." But Logan has had encounters with other peole who have spoken all sorts of crazy at him, and usually that's been tied in with that alternate dimension stuff. Hnh.
Still they walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, "But Molly's right about that first bit, heh." He leaves it at that even as they take the left and continue on. It's only when they reacht he swinging door to the kitchen that he again holds it open for her. Once they're inside he takes the saddlebag from her and tosses it onto the island, turning away and moving towards the fridge. "Alright, whatcha want?" He yanks the door open and starts to dig inside the contents of the refrigerator, acquiring for himself a beer at least.
"See? Molly's ever right! Icecream!" The young girl claims, grinning and looking for the packages of it. "And Molly told me she fought tons of zombies and six doed giants and kicked you through the idiots’ office and threw a giant demon through half Angeles and all that. And she ponders to maybe think about maybe marrying you 'gain."
Emerging from the icebox, Logan does not actually have ice cream, but to his credit he does have a juice pop the likes of which aren't really that bad but they're healthy so there is that. "Here, knock yerself out." And with that he tosses it her way.
For the most part Logan's able to keep up with what she's saying, then he blinks, "Wha, wait, marryin' me? Who the... heck is this yer talkin' about?" The X-Man moves to the side and pulls up a stool as he perhaps hopes that Janie is at least somewhat distracted.
Janie grins as she rips open the box to kill it "Molly. Molly Hayes. Her and Klara look after me and Leapfrog and the creepy Victor head and Mathew and Granny Lace. Granny's a Dinosaur!" Not someone who had a media-appearance yet. Here at least. But the kid is persistant to tink to still be at home, even with this reality shit going on. "Can I see the lame birdthing now?"
"In the Leapfrog! just parking out there over the bridge. Not gonna show me nooow?" Janie asks grouching. "If you not gonna show me I go back to Molly." she claims then, sticking a spoon into the icecream to take a large chunk out of it.
"Aren't you a student here?" Logan asks her, and really she has to be at least on some level since, well... the security systems aren't shooting her and such. So he cocks his head to the side curiously before he reaches out again with his mind and this time is able to get one of the actual faculty members to answer him. A few terse thoughts back and forth, then Logan returns his attention to the girl. "Gimme a sec, kid. One of the teachers are gonna swing by to take care of all your crazy. Alright? Alright."
Kid Janie jumps up, icecream box and spoon in the hands "no, gonna go back to Molly!" she yells as she runs out of the door and down the hallway, loosing the spoon on the way as sche is chased. eventually she ends up in front of the main gates, suddenly looking confused, back to her real self. "that was a creepy dream" she claims to herself, eying the icecream box "or wasn't it?" Turning around she goes back to her room, passing Logan on the way. "whatever happened... it did not, right?"
Logan sais "Sure."
