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perpetual_motionI hit 10,000 words last night, and I still don't have Matt, Molly, or Mohinder at the mansion [say that one three times fast].
But I do want to share with your my interpretation of an Xavier school staff meeting. [What's that you say? You wanted the Matt/Mohinder? Yeah, I'm evil.] If you find an issue with my German, let me know. It's been years since I took it, and I was never very good at it anyway.
Staff meetings at the Xavier School were run by Scott Summers, head of faculty and ruling hand at the head of the conference table. He attempted, every week, to run the meeting as efficiently as possible, start to finish in less than an hour. This particular week, Bobby was trying to beat Warren in a game of Twinkie-stuffing with an overly-delighted Hank McCoy keeping count for both sides.
“Guys,” Scott said, ignoring how Jean was trying not to laugh beside him. “We have a meeting to run.”
Bobby said something that couldn’t be deciphered around the six or seven Twinkies he had shoved in his mouth. Hank, smiling delightedly, translated his mumblings as, “All the kids are gone. We can take five.”
“Looks like Warren’s on eight,” Logan said from the end of the table. He was tipping back his chair, boots on the table, looking as amused as he got, which was to say he had raised his eyebrows half an inch.
“Should we be encouraging this?” Kurt asked, tail tapping against the edge of the table.
“That should probably be Scott’s line,” Jean said, finally giving in and laughing as Warren tired not to sneeze while also shoving Twinkie number nine in his mouth.
“Ow.”
Scott shook his head and tapped his pen on his notepad. “And now that Warren’s demonstrated the laws of physics, let’s get started." He scanned the notes he’d made and decided to start in the middle. “We’re having visitors next weekend. Three people, two men and a teenage girl. Bobby, you’ve got more on that?”
Bobby wiped excess Twinkie foam from the side of his mouth and cleared his throat. “It’s Matt Parkman, Mohinder Suresh, and Molly Walker. The professor says that she’s clarvoyiant and Parkman’s a telepath.”
“What about the third?” From Logan, eyebrows coming together as he concentrated.
“Suresh? No power according to him or the professor. He’s the son of the Dr. Suresh who came up with the gene theory that people are starting to pony around.”
“Post-M?” From Hank.
“Yeah. The professor says that they’re with that whole group that started showing up in 2006.”
“The New Genetics?” Hank asked, eyes widening. “You failed to mention this when you told me of your trip last month.”
Bobby shrugged. “I didn’t think about it. I mean, mutant is mutant, right? Who cares when they showed up.”
Jean smiled. “A excellent way to look at it, I think. When are they showing up?”
“Saturday morning at eleven. I’m giving them the tour, and Suresh has asked to see the labs. Hank?”
“It would be a pleasure, if he is anything like his late father, I am sure I will find the conversation fascinating.”
“You find conversation about dirt fascinating,” Warren pointed out.
“Eine fraulin,” Kurt asked, “How long has she had her powers?”
“Since she was eight, the professor said. He got a bit of a reading on her before she, well, freaked.”
“Freaked?”
Bobby grinned a little at Logan. “Apparently screamed her head off. Inside her head.”
“Got Parkman’s attention, then?”
“Yeah.”
Logan smirked. “This should be interesting.”
“So, Saturday, eleven in the morning,” Scott pulled the conversation back to the proper topic. “Please be washed up, downstairs, and dressed by the time they arrive.”
“One time,” Kurt muttered with a flick of his tail, “I teleport for a fresh towel, and someone’s giving a tour of the linen closet.”
“Hey, I was just as surprised as you,” Warren shot back, Twinkie filling still edging his mouth. “And they were big contributors. The wife especially after she saw you.”
“And now we’re changing the subject,” Scott ended the conversation with a wave of his hand. “I’ve got other things to talk about then which parts of Kurt shrivel up the most in the shower.”
“Alles im Anteil,” Kurt replied, smile getting bigger.
“I did not need to know that,” Hank said with a shake of his head.
“Moving on,” Scott ordered. “Let’s talk vacation plans.”
But I do want to share with your my interpretation of an Xavier school staff meeting. [What's that you say? You wanted the Matt/Mohinder? Yeah, I'm evil.] If you find an issue with my German, let me know. It's been years since I took it, and I was never very good at it anyway.
Staff meetings at the Xavier School were run by Scott Summers, head of faculty and ruling hand at the head of the conference table. He attempted, every week, to run the meeting as efficiently as possible, start to finish in less than an hour. This particular week, Bobby was trying to beat Warren in a game of Twinkie-stuffing with an overly-delighted Hank McCoy keeping count for both sides.
“Guys,” Scott said, ignoring how Jean was trying not to laugh beside him. “We have a meeting to run.”
Bobby said something that couldn’t be deciphered around the six or seven Twinkies he had shoved in his mouth. Hank, smiling delightedly, translated his mumblings as, “All the kids are gone. We can take five.”
“Looks like Warren’s on eight,” Logan said from the end of the table. He was tipping back his chair, boots on the table, looking as amused as he got, which was to say he had raised his eyebrows half an inch.
“Should we be encouraging this?” Kurt asked, tail tapping against the edge of the table.
“That should probably be Scott’s line,” Jean said, finally giving in and laughing as Warren tired not to sneeze while also shoving Twinkie number nine in his mouth.
“Ow.”
Scott shook his head and tapped his pen on his notepad. “And now that Warren’s demonstrated the laws of physics, let’s get started." He scanned the notes he’d made and decided to start in the middle. “We’re having visitors next weekend. Three people, two men and a teenage girl. Bobby, you’ve got more on that?”
Bobby wiped excess Twinkie foam from the side of his mouth and cleared his throat. “It’s Matt Parkman, Mohinder Suresh, and Molly Walker. The professor says that she’s clarvoyiant and Parkman’s a telepath.”
“What about the third?” From Logan, eyebrows coming together as he concentrated.
“Suresh? No power according to him or the professor. He’s the son of the Dr. Suresh who came up with the gene theory that people are starting to pony around.”
“Post-M?” From Hank.
“Yeah. The professor says that they’re with that whole group that started showing up in 2006.”
“The New Genetics?” Hank asked, eyes widening. “You failed to mention this when you told me of your trip last month.”
Bobby shrugged. “I didn’t think about it. I mean, mutant is mutant, right? Who cares when they showed up.”
Jean smiled. “A excellent way to look at it, I think. When are they showing up?”
“Saturday morning at eleven. I’m giving them the tour, and Suresh has asked to see the labs. Hank?”
“It would be a pleasure, if he is anything like his late father, I am sure I will find the conversation fascinating.”
“You find conversation about dirt fascinating,” Warren pointed out.
“Eine fraulin,” Kurt asked, “How long has she had her powers?”
“Since she was eight, the professor said. He got a bit of a reading on her before she, well, freaked.”
“Freaked?”
Bobby grinned a little at Logan. “Apparently screamed her head off. Inside her head.”
“Got Parkman’s attention, then?”
“Yeah.”
Logan smirked. “This should be interesting.”
“So, Saturday, eleven in the morning,” Scott pulled the conversation back to the proper topic. “Please be washed up, downstairs, and dressed by the time they arrive.”
“One time,” Kurt muttered with a flick of his tail, “I teleport for a fresh towel, and someone’s giving a tour of the linen closet.”
“Hey, I was just as surprised as you,” Warren shot back, Twinkie filling still edging his mouth. “And they were big contributors. The wife especially after she saw you.”
“And now we’re changing the subject,” Scott ended the conversation with a wave of his hand. “I’ve got other things to talk about then which parts of Kurt shrivel up the most in the shower.”
“Alles im Anteil,” Kurt replied, smile getting bigger.
“I did not need to know that,” Hank said with a shake of his head.
“Moving on,” Scott ordered. “Let’s talk vacation plans.”
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on 2007-10-26 10:31 pm (UTC)Bwee, X-Men/Heroes crossover!
Eine fraulin - "Eine Fraulein"? I know that nouns are capitalized in German, but I wasn't sure if you were going to go with that style-choice or not. *^^*
I have no idea about "Alles im Anteil", but Babelfish shows it's good, so I won't disagree. *g*
Whee, fic!
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on 2007-10-26 10:52 pm (UTC)The joke is supposed to be that Kurt's tail and...other parts are similar in their size, hence "everything in proportion" is just him being kind of dirty.
I love Scott in this. He's so much fun.
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on 2007-11-28 03:15 pm (UTC)I wasn't disappointed. Your interpretation of the X-men's voices are fantastic. I'm so excited to read the final product!
And I'll leave it at that since I left such a *massive* fangirl post on the other community.
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on 2007-11-28 03:24 pm (UTC)Glad the voice rang true. That scene was an absolute blast to write. I think it was mostly the twinkies.