More fluff -- this time for Indigo's challenge.
Rogue stared into her mirror, aghast. This couldn't be happening
to her! It couldn't! But as hard as she tried to deny it,
that stubborn lock of hair right in front of her left ear
was still sticking straight out.
For God's sakes! I'm an X-Man, we never have bad
hair days! Rogue thought, disgustedly tugging at her hair.
She grabbed her brush and brought it down over the unreasonable
lock of hair. Several hopeful swipes of the brush later, her
hair was still shooting out from it's fellow locks.
Okay, stay calm. This is nothing to worry about. Find
the gel. Pick up the gel. Open the gel. Slop it on my hair.
Rogue's teeth ground together. Not only was her hair still
sticking out, it was now sticky.
Calm ... Calm ... Sawing my hair off will do absolutely
no good whatsoever ... Calm ... Deep breath ... Rogue's
hand shot out, picking a barrette up off of her dresser. She
grinned and stabbed it through herhair, clenching the annoying
lock of hair between its plastic teeth. Rogue patted it down,
and let her hand drop.
A scream tore out from her throat. It was still sticking
out! Was there nothing that could salvage this situation?
Rogue ripped the barrette from her hair and angrily flung
it away, with a bit more strength than necessary seeing as
it ended up embedded in the wall. Rogue ignored it and moved
onto another possible solution, desperately hoping that this
time, her hair would do what she wanted it to.
Joseph's eyes peeled open at the enraged shriek ringing through
the mansion. It took a moment to place the sound as the verbal
expression of Rogue's ire. He sighed and wearily rubbed at
his bleary eyes.
They'd all expect him to go see what had gotten Rogue into
such a state at -- Joseph rolled over and glanced at his clock.
6:30, the steady red number proclaimed. Joseph groaned and
dropped back down onto his bed. Rogue could deal with it herself.
'What?!" Joseph thought, the strange pulling on his
hair drawing his attention away from his desire for sleep.
His hand grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled it over his shoulder.
There was a pink, gooey substance tangled in his long white
hair. Gum? I don't chew gum! Joseph thought even as
he tried to pull the offending stuff out of his hair.
It didn't budge.
How humiliating! The thought of his teammates faces
when he went downstairs with gum sticking to his hair was
enough to make Joseph's desperate struggles increase.
I bet that I never had *this* problem when I was Magneto.
But more importantly, how do I get this stuff out?!
Joseph struggled desperately to find any knowledge of what
to do in such a crisis. Butter? No, peanut butter! he
thought triumphantly as a smidgen of advice came to him.
Now, to get downstairs and to the kitchen without anyone
Betsy groaned as she stared into the mirror, recently occupied
by a distraught Rogue. Please me be imagining things..
She moved in closer to the mirror.
Oh no! She hadn't been imagining. There were several
grey hairs weaving their way through her dark purple hair.
I'm going grey!
Betsy resisted the urge to panic. Instead, she dropped down
and riffled through the cabinet under the sink. There had
to be something in there that could fix this, at least until
she had the opportunity to find a permanent solution.
Gambit screeched as his comb hit yet another snarl. That
was the fifth one he had run into in the last minute.
He cursed as he tried to move his comb and found that it
was stuck in the tangled mess that his hair had become. That's
it -- I'm never going to bed with wet hair again!
Charles sat at the kitchen table, the newspaper spread out
before him and a cup of steaming coffee within easy reach.
As of yet, the room was still lacking any other occupants.
The shrieking and general horrified emotions floating around
the mansion gave Charles some clue as to what was occupying
At that moment, Beast came into the kitchen, followed by
a hesitant Joseph. Charles blinked at the sight of the young
man. "Joseph?" he inquired, trying to keepthe laughter
out of his voice.
Joseph merely snivelled dejectedly.
"He had gum in his hair," Beast answered shortly,
as solemnly as possible. "And tried to remedy the situation
by placing peanut butter over it."
Charles nodded. "I see."
Rogue was the next to make her entrance. She glared at them
before a word could be said about the towel wrapped around
her head. Seeing as she looked ready to pummel the first person
who said anything to her, Charles wisely restrained from speaking
He couldn't stop himself from staring at the next sight which
met his eyes that morning. Jean and Betsy came into the room,
deeply involved in an argument. What surprised him was the
fact that Betsy's hair was red and Jean's was streaked with
"--Used my dye!" Jean snapped angrily.
"How was I supposed to know that you were going grey!"
Their argument broke off when Gambit tried to quietly and
unnoticeably sneak into the kitchen and grab an apple.
"Is that a comb stuck in your hair, sugah?" Rogue
asked, looking at him with wide, curious eyes.
Charles grinned and leaned back to enjoy the show. Yes, there
were definitely benefits to being bald.
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