Boule D'incertitude

[nohoundsallowed]

Rachel had been busy covering various things inside and outside the mansion after Xavier's was outed as a school for mutants. There was an ever-present pack of media outside the gates, but she had gotten good at ignoring why they were there. Though she still tried to make what parts of daily life she was a part of on campus run as smooth as it normally did.

She had a small, portable television in her shared quarters with her husband. She had stopped in the room to take a few minutes to relax and then check up on any news reports. She wasn't paying the news much mind until the mention of a mutant porno came up.

She turned her head to see censored images take from a video of Aiden... and her baby sister having sex. A shelf cracked off to her right as Rachel stared at the TV. Then the TV lifted up and hurtled toward the door. The door barely opened in time to let the set smash into the far wall of the hallway. Then the door slammed shut.

"I'm going to kill someone..."

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[nohoundsallowed]

Rachel was not big into phone use. She saw no need for one when she was powerful telepath with mental connections to the people who counted. Since Doug had helped calm her down, the redhead sat on her bed and closed her eyes.

She focused on Sara... and really hoped this wouldn't give her an idea of her baby sister's actual love life.

[summersspawn]

If Ray was to get a glimpse of Sara's thoughts at the moment, she'd see an image of Mojo lying at the bottom of a smoking crater with the cables from his own video equipment knotted around his neck.

Still discussing the problem with Aiden and Angel, Sara froze mid-sentence.

Um, hi Ray... how's the weather in Westchester?

[nohoundsallowed]

That glimpse was good. Seeing Bruce's naked body would have been far worse. At least she knew Sara had seen the news.

Hi, Sara. It's fairly warm with a high chance of telekinetic explosions brought on by news programs.

[summersspawn]

Uh oh.

I can explain that... maybe. Sort of. Ohmigod.

[nohoundsallowed]

Unless there's something you and Aiden have not been telling people about, I assume Mojo would explain it. If it follows from those pictures that nearly burnt down the boys' dorms.

Thankfully, no more shelves cracked in Ray's bedroom. Though she was still angry at the bloat.

[summersspawn]

Ohmigod! No!

There was a quick flash of faces through Sara's thoughts, followed by a WewouldneverdothattoBruceorAngel!

There was no more carbohydrate free steam rising from the carpet at the power station, either, because most of it had already evaporated.

It's not exactly the same thing as those pictures. That was me, and Aiden, in the same place at the same time. Only, ohmigod, not doing anything other than fighting Mojo's goons! The video... isn't.

[nohoundsallowed]

There was a lot more manipulation in the video then, but the bloat's sentiments might be the same. Do you know how he got that video? Stand-ins?

Ray hoped for the stand-ins. She really didn't want to considering Sara or Aiden having sex. Not that she was naive to think they weren't. She just didn't want to think or know about it.

[summersspawn]

Mmmm... yeah. He used stand-ins. That's how he did it.

In a way.

Ray, do you think the Shi'Ar scanning technology at the school would pick up, um, hidden interdimensional cameras? Ones that don't seem to use radio, microwave, or even tachyon bursts to communicate? Because I can't see them.

[nohoundsallowed]

Right. 'Stand-ins.'

Yes, Ray made sure her sister could get the quotes even from a telepathic message.

Possibly. Though if someone brings it, I have to make sure Rogue or Kurt don't go with. Do you have any mystical type of detection? If Mojo is meddling, Spiral can't be far.

[summersspawn]

Ohmigod! Or Dad!

A jolt of sheer terror passed through Sara's mind.

We're not so much with the mystical here. We have lots of technology that Val left when she moved out, but none of us are really scientists, you know? We have to get Zip to fix...

Her thoughts trailed off.

We could ask Zip if he's noticed anything odd. Whatever they're using, it probably isn't transmitting all the time, otherwise I'd see it, or Val's security would have picked it up.

[nohoundsallowed]

I'll take care of him. Though he might go down just to check on you. Ray felt the terror and tried her best at soothing it. She was certain Sara had a long time to get mortified again and again.

Well then, try working with Zip. If that fails, get Zip's mama. She might like visiting her old team and she was off-the-charts on problem solving.

[summersspawn]

We were talking about contacting Val. We're also talking about finding another place to stay until the cameras are gone, but I don't know. I don't like the idea of the bloat driving us out of our home, and besides, where are we going to find a hotel with walls reinforced to 200 psi that also allows pets?

[nohoundsallowed]

You and the New Mutants are always welcome back here if you need a place to stay. Despite the media hounding our front door, we're still as relatively safe as always. Ray had to offer. She figured they wouldn't accept, but they had to know they always had somewhere to turn if things got too out of control.

[summersspawn]

No offense, but the only difference between the school and our place right now is what dimension the cameras are broadcasting to.

Sara mentally chuckled, then grew more serious.

I'm not sure how it would go over having "mutant porn stars" wandering around the grounds, either. It might hurt your chances with the school board hearing.

Not to mention the very real possibility that she might have to threaten to torch the boys dorm again. She had probably (probably) grown past actually setting anything on fire, but she wasn't past threatening the little pervs with sterilization... or EMPing their phones.

But, thank you for the offer. I appreciate it, and I know Angel and Aiden would too. If it gets too out of hand, we'll come there. Right now, I think we've got it.

Maybe. She hoped. They still hadn't broken the news to any parents yet... or Bruce.