Bringing home a friend, First plot see inside for tags & date

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Date: Sunday June 7 late night into Monday June 8 early morning
Tags: Shadowcat, Colossus, Bishop, The Cuckoos, Iceman, Jubilee, and any other X-Men. Or X-Students who are brave enough to sneak out when they know they're gonna get caught anyway.

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WELCOME to HAVEN!

a brand new 18+ club that is growing popular for it's lack of carding at the door, but pretty strict carding at the bar. hot music, a live dj most nights, and occasionally a live band. sunday nights are ladies entrance free, and beers half off. so it's pretty crowded this evening.

all better for the dancing.

[The Stepford Cuckoos]

The clicking of high heels can be an eerie sound alone, at night, when there's nothing else around you making sounds. When you add the beating drum of ambiance music, it loses the strange feeling and becomes a rhythmic pattern. That was the case as Sophie walked down the long Manhattan street, dressed in large black heels, a black clubbing dress adorned with lace cutting off on her mid-thigh. She wore it well and, alone, it wouldn't be a strange sight, considering the time and place, the strange thing about it was that behind her stood four girls, completely identical to her, wearing the exact same thing.

Their heels clicked in unison, amplifying the sound on the street. They did it for attention—the fantasy of most men would just be two women, but they gave them hope for five, at least in their own minds. <That guy was thinking dirty thoughts,> Mindee projecting, breaking their unison by laughing. As soon as that happened, they all seemed to fall out of rank, grouping together, 'whispering' and laughing, like real girls did. The change was sudden for them, but it often happened when their attempts to be entirely similar failed.

Sophie still stood at the front of the group, their de facto leader. She could see the club in the near distance, a large group of people standing outside, waiting to get in. <Shall we?> she questioned to her sisters, smirking slightly. <There's no way I'm waiting in that line...>

Their pace quickened as they approached the blasting music, feeling the ground thumping beneath their feet. Oddly enough, they had never gone clubbing—though they were only seven, so they really shouldn't be going now, either. The thought of it never really passed through their head. They were excited in a childish way.

Really, they were sneaking in—they were underage, both in real age and assumed age, and there were also X-Men coming. They wouldn't hear the end of it in the morning, but it was an easy risk to take. If things got bad, they could always try their mind control. <Isn't it against the rules to do that?> Celested pondered 'aloud'.

<Does it matter?> Esme thought with a laugh, <We're sneaking into a club anyway, we're going to get in trouble.>

Phoebe nodded. <You need to be more adventurous, Celeste,> she thought, ,<such a party-pooper...>

Celeste became defensive. <All I'm saying is...>

Sophie shook her head. Her sisters bickered often, and it got rather repetitive. <We know what you're saying, now all of you shut up and try to have fun.> They instantly complied, completely silencing themselves, just as they approached the club, on the opposite end of the line. A young woman was at the front, waiting to be allowed in. The bouncer looked over at the five girls and shook his head, indicating for them to go to the end of the line. Giving a surprised look, Sophie moved towards the bouncer, making small talk, quiet enough so nobody in the line could hear them.

Esme smiled and turned her head to face her sisters, and her eyes instantly began glowing white. The bouncer hulked around for a minute, turning entirely to the direction of the Cuckoos. “Uh... I... uh... you all can just go right on in. V.I.P.s.”

Snapping out of her power, the five girls followed Sophie as they entered the club, the blaring music getting louder. Instinctively, they looked around for signs of people they knew. It was going to be fun explaining everything...

((I took a bit of liberty with the setting, but I just wanted to get the thread started off.))

[Lucas Bishop]

Just inside the club's entrance Bishop waited for trouble, leaned up against the wall and glowering out at the world from behind a pair of large sunglasses that completely hid his eyes and did a reasonable job of making his tattoo unrecognizable as the letter M. With his sullen expression and crossed arms he stuck out of the crowd of partygoers like a sore thumb, especially since he was bigger than most of them. SO much so that there was a small island of free space around him, since not many dancers felt like getting too close to the menacing guy.

Though he didn't show it, Bishop was feeling distinctely uncomfortable. The music grated on his nerves, and he felt almost naked unarmed and out of uniform. The trouble the bouncers had given him coming in hadn't done much to improve his mood, nor did the fact that he was starting to slowly have to realize that there was no way he could control the situation inside a loud club if things got complicated. Bishop really wished that the X-Men would make his life easier by avoiding protection nightmares like this place, but he had far too good an idea how that suggestion would be received to voice it anywhere but inside his head.

The fact that the first X-Men he spotted were that set of quintuplets he still couldn't keep apart and who were definitely underage didn't do anything to improve Bishop's mood. The big man canted his head to the side and gave the five a pointed look, one eyebrow cocked challengingly over the top of his shades. Somehow he didn't think giving them the lecture he felt they deserved for being here would go down well with whichever X-Man was their assigned guardian. At least not the way Bishop would do it.

[Monet St. Croix]

Monet swung her bone straight hair back off of her face, giving the bouncer a seductive smile as she jumped the line. Never did the thought of waiting in all of that mess cross her mind. The bouncer looked at her hesitantly, then held his hand out for her ID. Sighing, Monet pulled out the ID she had stolen when she first got into the country, from a woman who surprisingly enough looked enough like Monet to pass. The man studied it for a few minutes, and Monet sighed, reaching back into her handy dandy purse and pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill. She waved it towards the man once, and he jumped, snatching the bill from her and handing her back the ID quickly before moving the velvet rope in order to let her in.

Certainly not a good start, and not boding well for her patronage of the new club. She glanced around, taking note of the five identical twins that she had seen earlier in the day. She smiled as she made her way to the bar, flashing her fake ID again and receiving a martini for her troubles. Making her way to the quintuplets, she gave another glance around the room, chocking a bit at seeing of all people Lucas Bishop standing against the wall, a little island of pure...angst.

She sighed as she looked down at her martini. Only one sip taken from it, and most of that in her lungs. She looked back at Lucas though and sighed, placing the rest of her drink on the bar and ontinuing away from it. Sneaking into the club was bad enough. Last thing she needed was Mr. Angst telling the Red-Headed Wonder Woman that she had been using her fake ID to buy drinks too. Making her way towards the quints she gave them a broad smile. They were some of the few that she liked so far at the mansion. And even then, they were still a little creepy. < Evening ladies. > She 'said' to them, knowing that they'd be able to pick it up better than her straining her voice over the rest of the racket in the room. It was good being a telepath sometimes.