The Mavericks
Plans were made. Ideas set forth and examined for feasibilty. With so many telepaths lurking, this was going to be a bit more difficult then usual. They were holed up in Mordred and Vortigern's room, the new twins having been accepted and given rooms and so forth by Xavier. But some things really never changed...
Demetris was sitting on the ceiling, calmly brushing her long golden hair while the boys were sprawled all over the beds. "Do we have a victim?"
"Jean Grey. She's just annoying," Mordred said with a grimace.
"She keeps trying to ruffle through our minds," Vortigern said in disgust. "She won't be able to hear us now though. Me and wolf have got quite accomplished at setting shields to blocking her out. Or at least telling us when she's trying to snoop."
"Good. So, what are we prepared to do? How far do we go?" Octavian asked.
"Honey in her hairbrush?" Demetria suggested.
"Too common." Octavian wrinkled his nose.
"And that is one thing an Edgerton-Smythe must never be found doing," Mordred said.
"Indeed, old boy. Is she afraid of anything?"
"Not so we've been able to discover." Vortigern shrugged.
"Bother." The room fell into silence.
"She going out with anyone?" Demetria asked.
"Yes, she is actually. A guy named Scott, also known as Cyclops." Mordred sat up on the bed. "Do I sense a plan glimmering in your lovely head?"
"Oh, darrrrling boy, when do I not?" Demetria flipped over and sat on the bed next to Octavian. "This is what we must do..." She outlined her plan calmly, and the others started to laugh.
"Serve her right, the obnoxious woman," Vortigern gasped out finally. "Shall we then?"
"Everyone knows what to do? Let us begin." The two teleporters winked out, Vortigern faded into invisibility, and Octavian walked calmly out the door. The Mavericks were back together. May all fear the name.
Mordred materialised in Jean's room and quickly grabbed a few things of hers before disappearing back to the place they had nominated.
Vortigern slipped into Scott's room, and swiftly went about his business. Just usual prank work. Mordred winked in. Got them?
Yeah. Mordred handed Vortigern the things he'd taken from Jean's room. Never figured her for this kind of underwear...
Oh, grow up.
Mordred's eyebrows rose. We're doing stuff like this, and you tell me to grow up? Vortigern laughed silently.
We're done here.
Octavain played distraction, seeing as how he couldn't actually go into people's rooms and the like without a high likelihood of being caught. He kept his surface thoughts safe and teenager-y. It was a useful trick he'd picked up hanging around Mordred and Vortigern.
Demetria hopped into the kitchen, grabbed a few things, and then buzzed out. No one saw her. The plan was working. Mordred helped her to Scott's bedroom and then they all quickly went back to the Llewlyn's room when they were done and waited for the screaming to begin.
"Well, while we're waiting for that to play out, why don't we introduce you to people?" Vortigern suggested.
Demetria and Octavian nodded enthusiastically. "So far, we have met, Nyx, Logan, those two Amish guys, and that's it." Octavian shrugged.
"So, shall we?" Demetria asked.
"Let's do this thing," Mordred drawled, and talking and laughing the four set out.