Mystique's room

[Mystique]

Mystique's room is large and industrial. It has a look about it that suggests that she recently moved into it and has yet to finish unpacking her things. This is true. She used to share a different room with Irene, but after Irene's death, she could no longer bear sleeping in that room. So she moved to another. A small alcove in the room houses photographs, memories of things from her past. There are pictures of her children, past friends, etc.

She has a large king-size bed and a bigscreen TV. The walls are the standard metal that most of the rooms in the compound are. She has a computer station set up, so that she can keep track of things from the privacy of her own bedroom.

[Mystique]

She flew in, glad that she'd left the window open. Morphing back into her own form, she landed softly on the floor, the cool metal coming as a slight shock at first. Slowly, she made her way to her bathroom and took a much needed shower. After being that close to Creed... well, there was no telling what kind of germs she had on her.

She took a long shower, rinsing her mouth out numerous times, until she was fairly sure that she had all traces of him off of her body. She turned off the shower and toweled herself off, not bothering to get dressed. Instead, she just morphed clothes onto her body and headed back to her computer. It was probably a bad idea to go downstairs, with Creed most likely still raging.

[Mystique]

She monitored the hallways of the facility through her computer, making sure that the coast was clear before she ventured out. Noticing that Magneto had made a stop in the training room, she decided to follow.

((Mystique heads to the training room))

[caduceus]

"MYSTIQUE!" Jean-Paul shouted angrily, knuckles hammering rapidly into the aggravatingly not present woman's door. "Open up you decrepit old tramp!"

After about thirty seconds of rapid fire knocking, Jean-Paul gave up. And started kicked. Foot slamming into the door over and over *THUD, THUD*

Finally, he broke the door down, bursting into the room with a shouted "Get up you incompetent trollop!"

Unfortunately (or perhaps not) for Jean-Paul the one thing the room contained an absence of, other than appropriately attractive men, was Mystique. Jean-Paul frowned. Where in God's name had the bloody woman run off too now?

Glancing around, Jean-Paul was surprised at the....spartan furnishings of the quarters. Of course this place was mostly metal anyway but this was really quite bizarre. The room was empty except for a bed and television, a computer station in the corner and a set of photographs on the wall.

Of course Jean-Paul immediately moved over to inspect them, recognizing Mystique in her customary form easily. He also recognized the idiotic angry woman from the Paul Martin Containment Facility in Africa who had bullied him into coming to this cultureforsaken craphole of an island. He was giving serious thought to hunting her down for that.

Noticing a number of other photos including many of an older woman, Jean-Paul's eyebrows climbed his head more than after he combined the sheer magnitude of the photos with some of the poses and settings. Well well well, who would have suspected Mystique had it in her. Actually it wasn't to surprising, gender-bending shapeshifting considered.

Glancing around, Jean-Paul realised that there was absolutely nothing interesting in here. No secret documents, no incriminating pictures and more importantly, no God damn food.

Wait a second, incriminating pictures. That was stirring up something from last night. Wait, he'd actually made a deal with Creed? He hadn't seen the repulsive animal this morning. Nor had he seen Poison Ivy boy. That situation would have to be rectified immediately.

Humming to himself now, Air if he recalled the artist correctly, Jean-Paul floated himself out over Mystique's broken door and off to find that disgusting animal Creed.

Jean-Paul exits for Creed's den