X-Night Out (Iceman, Kitty, Colossus/ PM 4 Invite)

[jean]

Life as an X-men could get a bit over whelming at times. Normal human teens think they have it so bad, well try being a teenage mutant. Bodily changes, dealing with hormones, acne, authority and learning to fit in with the world is hard enough. Add mutant powers and being a potential hazard to people around you to that list and well, yeah. Life gets a lot more complicated. We won't even touch the subject of having to juggle all that with homework and training sessions in the danger room.

Given the extra responsibility they had with their powers and trying to control them, teenagers are still teenagers and sometimes, the just have to be teens sometimes. They needed a chance to unwind, relax, goof off and laugh. For this reason is why Jean arranged for her and some of the other X-men to hit the town and let loose. Times Square was an obvious choice with all the stores and restaurants in the area.

Dressed in a casual outfit for the evening, as it was round 5:30pm and it would be getting dark in another two hours. It was always more enjoyable to go out during the evening/night anyway. Who wants to be out in the summer heat?

"So, what do you guys want to do first?" Jean asked the rest of the group, while she herself looked over the streets. "Hey, I spy the M&M Store. Or Do you guys feel like getting a bite to eat at the Hard Rock or Planet Hollywood? Doesn't matter to me as long as we don't just stand here all night...

[Iceman]

Something in the back of Bobby Drake’s mind said that this was a bad idea. Probably because he was a human freakin’ ice cube. The promise of being out of the Mansion, however, was enough to even tempt the teen that had been hit with a new level of anxiety in the last year or so. Armed with a water-proof image inducer, Bobby walked in Jean’s wake looking like he had when he had joined the Xmen. His hair, instead of being made up of fine strands of ice into a jagged looking mass, looked like just a mess of brown hair. His eyes stayed an icy blue though. Initially he was going to object but then remembered that going out looking not entirely like himself was better than not going out at all.

Clad in a navy blue sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers, Bobby Drake looked around Time’s Square like it was the first time he’d been there. With his icy hands shoved into his pockets, he rocked on the heels of his canvas sneakers. “Iunno. Doesn’t matter to me,” he replied; providing no help what so ever. “I’m cool with whatever.” The joke was absolutely lame and any passerby would never get it. But to their group, he couldn’t help but go “bada-tss!” in the back of his head and smile.

Then his gaze got distracted as a particularly fine specimen walked by and, being a usual guy, he let out a slight hum of appreciation. Bobby Drake loved the city.

[Cyclops]

Scott was glad to finally be out, it felt like he hadn't been around for ages and he'd managed to saved up enough cash from performing odd jobs around the house...at first he didn't like being paid, it seemed rude but eventually it hit him if he wanted any social life at all living in this part of the world he needed money...and money was hard to come by for him. Tonight he wore a pair of black jeans with a pair of perfectly white sneakers. His shirt was white with a black pattern that went from the left part of his chest up his left arm and of course, his red shades but he noticed a few funny looks from passers by...probably thinking he looked an ass wearing shades during the evening. He would normally wear a jacket but judged it too hot to do so at this time. Walking with the group he said "Anywhere we could get a bite to eat...I'm starving. Felt like I've not eaten all day"

[shadowcat]

Walking along beside Bobby, Kitty enjoyed being out and about in the city, she liked how busy it was. There was always something going on, something to see. If she didn't live in the mansion she'd have to live in the city. There just wasn't enough activity for the bubbly girl in the suburbs, unless of course it was at "Xavier's School for Gifted Children" or whatever its real name was. She couldn't recall, far too engrossed in the sights of the city, a broad smile plastered on her face. Kitty was bounding with energy.

Much like the rest of the mutants gathered, she was dressed pretty casually. A pair of tennis shoes, her skinny jeans that she practically has to phase into, and a fairly form fitting, but not obscenely so, v-neck top with a cool 'tattoo' design on it. She'd chosen to be fashion forward for New York, it should feel lucky. Contemplating Jean's suggestions while simultaneously rolling her eyes at Bobby's joke, she could practically hear the typical 'bada-tss' that he thought to his own joke, Kitty made her own suggestion, "Well, I'm from Chicago, I think we should go to one of the super popular New York Pizzerias!" While she doubted the pizza would be as good as home, she was dying for something more than the Dominos and Pizza Hut they were stuck with at the mansion...

Kitty's thoughts trailed off as she noticed Bobby staring at a certain part of another, and certainly unsuspecting, young lady. Rolling her eyes once more and smacked him in the back of the head. Being made of ice now, it took a little more effort than what it used to. Wincing at the impact herself, cause ice hurts, she wiped a bit of the condensation off on her jeans, while muttering, "Pig. At least try and hide it."

[Colossus]

The sites, the sounds, the sheer amount of activity that ran Times Square was enough to make Piotr's head practically spin. Since coming to America his time had spent almost exclusively at Xavier's has he learned to adjust to the drastic changes his life had made. Piotr had chosen clothing that for him would be comfortable. He wore a red flannel shirt upbuttoned near the top to reveal his white wife beater underneath. A pair of dark blues jeans and dark colored construction boots completed the attire. Some people said it made him look like a lumber jack but frankly he found most of clothing that was considered "fashionable" in the United States was ridiculous and better suited to a circus.

Not feeling comfortable with trying to just banter like the rest of his classmates he simply stayed silent. At least until the mention of food came about. Standing taller then the rest of his teammates Piotr was a large man who was usually accompanied by a considerbale hunger.

"Pizza?" he said curiously, his words still came out with his heavily accented English. "I have never tried pizza before." he said idly towards the topic of food.

[Cyclops]

Cyclops smirked when Kitty chastised Bobby with a smack to the head and calling him a farm animal. He had looked...well obviously he had looked but he had managed to not look so blaitant about it...and the hum? man what was that all about. THe one thing he was happy about was that the group was actually having fun, that didn't often happen for a group of young teenage mutants so they had to lap it up as much as they could.

The biggest surprise? that came in the form of Collossus...he had never eaten pizza before, never? that was like...a crime against food or something. He slowed for a second and looked curiously at him before saying "Wait...Piotr...I am saying your name right arn't I? you mean they don't have pizza in Europe? wait...I guess just not in your part of Europe. Well I guess that settles it...we need to get this man his first pizza"

[Colossus]

"Wait...Piotr...I am saying your name right arn't I? you mean they don't have pizza in Europe? wait...I guess just not in your part of Europe. Well I guess that settles it...we need to get this man his first pizza"

Colossus turned red slightly at the embarassment he felt. Obviously admitting such a thing had turned him to the focus of attention.

"It is easier to just say Peter." he said in response to the first question, "They have pizza in Europe yes but not in a Siberian work farm where I was born and raised." Piotr shifted slightly uncomfortably as he waited for the group to make their decision on the choice of food.

[jean]

Jean stifled a laugh as she witnessed Kitty give Bobby a nice thwap at the back of his head and called him a pig. Ah, it was priceless. But seriously? He had to hum about it? Jeez.

"Boys will be boys I guess," she sighed tucking her hair behind her ears. Apparently Scott, Kitty and Peter were in the mood for some food. Kitty wanted Pizza...alright. At first Jean wasn't too keen on it because well, Pizza was just one of those foods that was apart of a teen's balanced diet. She wanted something different...then she heard Peter's confession about never having pizza. Oh, no, that just wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.

"Well Peter, you're going to try it today and a guarantee, you will eat it and you will love it. So many ways to customize it....ok, now I guess I'm hungry now too. I think there's a place down this street. Lets boogie..." Jean smiled grabbing and holding onto Scott's left arm as the group continued down the busy streets.

[Iceman]

Now, as he felt that thwap that echoed a little bit through his hollowed ice neck, he couldn’t help but laugh just a bit before faking pain. “Oh c’mon! I’m just trying to enjoy some freakin’ beauty here,” he argued before rubbing the back of his neck to repair the slightly melted portion that had occurred from her hand. A wide grin set across his lips while he tried very hard not to crack up at the thought. “Nothin’ wrong with looking.” Bobby’s hand went back to his sweatshirt pocked and his eyes rolled skyward.

The mutant couldn’t help but eye the Russian skeptically. No pizza! Well that was just friggin’ un-American! Which… really made a bit of sense since Tin-Man wasn’t exactly from the U.S.of.A now, was he? “Well Petey, you’re in one of the right places for it, y’know? Pizza capital of the world!” he added; particularly to annoy Kitty just a bit further.

[shadowcat]

"Enjoy beauty subtly." came Kitty's ground out response to Bobby's declaration. She wasn't exactly patient with blatant displays of the fact that males thought with their southern brain, and only their southern brain. She was quickly derailed from this train of thought when Piotr admitted to never having pizza before. This thought threw the girl so far off her typical train of thought that she completely missed the fact that Bobby called New York, and not Chicago, the Pizza Capital of the world.

Glancing stunned at Piotr for a moment she chewed on her lip thoughtfully. The thought of a life without pizza startled her. "Well that settles it!" she declared, "We're gonna get Piotr some pizza!" She would allow someone else to make the crass, though inevitable, jokes about cherry popping. Kitty had other plans in mind, she immediately began scanning the area for this pizza place that Jean knew about on the street. She hoped it somehow managed to live up to home. Though she doubted this, she was more than willing to give it a try, after all she was a mutant, what right did she have to be discriminatory in any way shape or form? Trying new things was the spice of life. A part of her mind thoroughly disagreed, 'keep telling yourself that, Kitty, you're a Chicagoan born and bred...'

[Colossus]

Well Pizza it was. Or so Piotr had come to belive from the conversation as it went on around him. Apparently to his classmates the fact that he had never eaten pizza was almost a crime against humanity. He simply shrugged as he resolved himself to the fact that life in Russia was far different from life here in America.

"Well that settles it!" she declared, "We're gonna get Piotr some pizza!"

"Indeed it appears so." he said in response to Kitty's comment.

[Cyclops]

Ah pizza...the part of anyone's healthy balanced diet, when he came out he was a little worried if Jean was going to take them somewhere that was like....a proper restaurant. He wasn't really sure if he'd been in one, unless his parents took him to one but after their accident he'd never really been anywhere fancy...at least he didn't have to worry, pizza after all was the most casual of casual food. What other restaurant would allow six people to eat from the same plate with their hands?

When Jean took his arm he moved a bit closer, this though was mainly because he didn't want it to seem that he was attempting to escape. He'd seen plenty of 'couples' who whilst clinging to each other's limbs had themselves so far away from each other it looked like they were attempting to clothesline members of the general public. Looking around for whatever place they were going to Scott asked "So has anyone been to this place before?"

[jean]

"I haven't, but I mean...it's a pizza place, we're in New York. No doubt that it will be good," Jean shrugged as the group continued down the block. "This must be it..." Jean said halting infront of a window to see some tables and people eating pizza at them. Well obviously this was it! "Piggy's Pizza Trough? Oh dear..." Jean sighed reading the name on the sign. Well...maybe it wouldn't be a Pizza place full of ignorant trailer trash that somehow made it's way up from the south into Times Square. Stepping inside, the group was immediately welcomed by their waiter.

"Hey there, welcome to Piggy's. How many in your party?" he aked shooting a smile and a wink to Kitty and Jean herself. Oh my god, Kitty. That guy is totally hot" Jean projected to Kitty with her telepathy.

"Party of 5" Jean smiled back.

"Alright then. Right this way ladies..." the waiter smiled gesturing for Jean and Kitty to walk with him. "And gentleman." he added quickly but returned his attention to the girls.

"Yes sir!" Jean smiled grabbing Kitty's hand and following the waiter to their table.