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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 13:16:08 GMT -5
((OOC: This is open if anyone wants to help me clean the X-Jet and the Danger room ;D lmao, Didn't think so.))
Tabitha made her way to the hanger, humming. Apart from being forced to wash the X-Jet and clean the Danger Room, she was in an ok mood; especially since her time under house arrest was almost up.
Pushing in the code, she watched the doors open, then walked into the hanger. Once inside, she just stopped, dropping the bucket as she glanced up at the jet. Oh God, I knew he was trying to kill me!
Tabitha sighed, picking up the bucket again and heading over to the X-Jet. She stood almost directly below, staring in awe; she had absolutely no idea where to start.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 14:03:03 GMT -5
Scott walked down the X-Jet ramp. He had just finished restocking the first aid kit. One could never be too careful. He smirked when he saw Tabitha's face. It was priceless. "So, is this punishment for a new transgression or are you still working on probation from smashing my car?"
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 14:10:20 GMT -5
"Ha ha." Tabby snapped, turning to look at him. "Maybe a little bit of both." She replied after a few seconds; then she sighed and set the bucket down, more gently this time. She leaned against the mop and studied Scott for a few minutes, thinking.
"Sooooooo, did I mention I was sorry about that?" Tabby asked, an angelic smile working its way onto her face. "Cause I am." She quickly added.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 14:12:32 GMT -5
Scott raised an eyebrow, "Somehow I doubt you're sorry you did it. You're sorry you got caught." He walked over to Tabby and looked up at the X-Jet. "So did Logan say you had to clean the inside too?"
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 14:32:17 GMT -5
"Actually I am sorry I did it." Tabby told him earnestly. "Cause since then it's been a real pain trying to get into the mall." She said, grinning. "But I didn't do that much damage to it! I mean, it coulda been way worse."
Tabby was really just making things worse for herself, so she decided to shut up.
"I don't know. He just told me to clean it." Tabby said, shrugging as she looked up at it again. "Then after that, I get the privilege of cleaning the Danger Room."
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 14:34:28 GMT -5
"Fun," Scott replied. "Well, you better get started, jet's not gonna clean itself." He started walking to the door.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 14:49:36 GMT -5
Tabby frowned, watching him walk away. "Hey wait!" She called, taking a few steps toward him before stopping; she hated asking for help, especially from him...but there was no way she could wash this thing by herself.
"Never mind." Tabby said, sighing; there was no way he'd agree to helping her even if she asked nicely. Going back over to the jet, she stared up at it again, still not sure where to begin.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 14:56:46 GMT -5
"Never mind what," he asked, turning around. Scott watched her staring at the X-Jet. "Helps if you start on the wings first. And use the tall mop in the corner, it can reach higher."
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 15:15:11 GMT -5
Tabitha looked back at him, giving him a genuine smile for once. "Thanks." She muttered, heading across the room until she found what she was looking for. Dragging the mop back over to the jet, she stuck it in the bucket, then proceeded to wash off the wings, knowing she most likely looked like an idiot.
After about a minute, she gave up. Sighing in frustration, she tossed the mop aside and looked around. Smirking once she spotted the hose, she walked over to it and pulled it over to the jet.
Tabby turned it on and was nearly knocked of her feet by the force of the water. She stepped back a few feet, tightening her grip on it; however, she was slowly losing control. "Uh-oh." Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the hose slip from her hands and she jumped back, releasing it.
Tabby dove behind the jet as the hose just continued to squirm around on its own like it was possessed,
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 5, 2006 15:15:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Ok  Betsy stood at the door, and now she couldn't hold herself anymore, she exploded in laughing. She stood there and laughed hysterically. "Oh my..." she wiped away her tears from laughing. "That was entertaining!" She couldn't stop laughing but tried to look at Tabby. "I... Love... Being... Telekinetic!!" |
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 15:21:17 GMT -5
"No problem," Scott smiled in return. "Hey, Betsy," he greeted on his way out the door, leaving the blond to wash the jet.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 15:41:26 GMT -5
Tabitha peaked out from behind the jet and glared at Betsy. She was now partially soaked and her semi-good mood had suddenly turned to completely bad. "Ha ha. You're a riot, Bets." Tabby said, coming out from behind the jet and ringing the end of her shirt to get the water out.
"And Scott you're just mean." She called, sticking her tongue out at his retreating form. He coulda at least offered to help. Tabby thought before turning to Betsy. "You busy?"
Hey, the girl just got her wet, there was no way she was getting away so easily.
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 5, 2006 15:51:47 GMT -5
"Ow, my stomach!" Betsy laughed and held her stomach. "You should've seen your face!!" she laughed. "Sorry," she went to Tabby, still trying to hold her laugh back. "Here, let me help!" She gave Tabby a tissue.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 5, 2006 15:55:09 GMT -5
Scott smirked at Tabby's yelled message. He'd given her advice...that was help. If she thought he'd actually grab a mop and bottle of wax and get up on that plane and help her she really didn't know him very well. She'd been punished for a reason, heck, Kurt had managed alright when he'd had probation. Plus, even if he'd been inclined to help her, despite her totaling his car, he still wouldn't have, because Logan was a scary guy who would have killed him if he found out Tabby had help.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 5, 2006 20:54:37 GMT -5
Tabby just stared at Betsy, then blinked. "A tissue, Bets?" She asked as if the girl was crazy. But before anyone could say anything else, she shook her head and walked over to where she'd dropped the bucket. Picking it up after slinging the rags over her shoulder, she turned back to Betsy.
"Hey Bets, can you life me up there?" Tabby asked, pointing over her shoulder at the jet; she figured she could start at the top, then make her way down.
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