The Displaced & Demetria.
The random talking in the medlabs had quickly turned into a random bitch session.
"Theresa?" Angelo said, staring at the ceiling.
"Hate," Sergei said firmly.
"She makes my head hurt. Often."
"Yeah, with the screaming and so on," Octavian said.
"I share your pain."
"Oh, let's get onto the real one, shall we?" Jonothon said.
"Dawn."
"Hate, HATING!" Octavian declared.
"I agree," Demetria said.
"We should start a club."
Rebekah and Bobby
"A hating Dawn club?" Rebekah asked, leaning against Jono, fingers tracing patterns on his knee.
"Yes, and we should throw garbage at her!" Bobby exclaimed.
Rebekah looked at him.
"I'm not touching garbage."
"Well, here's a deal, you don't have to touch garbage if you sleep with me."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Again, I'm not touching garbage."
The Displaced & Demetria.
"Touch her and die," Jonothon said.
"And call her Hortense, the ugly mule faced girl," Angelo said.
"Yes!" Octavian said.
"And we can tell her to shut up, Hortense," Demetria said.
"Because she persists in the belief that deep down, everyone likes her and wants to talk to her."
"She pisses me off," Sergei said.
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby reached over and touched Rebekah's shoulder, then quickly pulled his hand back.
"She pisses everyone off. I bet she even pisses our Lord Xavier off," Bobby said, nodding.
Rebekah laughed at Angelo's comment.
"Hooray for The Simpsons. And I can make us all T-shirts, that proclaim 'We Hate Dawn' or 'We Hate Hortense'."
The Displaced & Demetria.
Jonothon raised an eyebrow at Bobby, then settled in closer to Rebekah.
"Kill you later."
"Oh! Idea!"
Octavian bounced out of the room, clearly on a mission.
"And mugs, which say Anti-Whiny Bitch Brigade," Demetria said.
"That idea, I also like," Sergei said.
Bobby and Rebekah
"Bad Jono, bad. Down," Bobby said, but looking slightly scared.
"Rebekah likes it when I touch her. And make her come. Yes! Mugs!"
Rebekah wrinkled her nose, and buried her head in Jono's shoulder.
"Make the bad man leave me alone."
The Displaced & Demetria.
"I want to kill him, but cuddling you is far more important," Jonothon said, kissing her cheek.
Octavian bounced back in the room with an A4 sheet in his hand. He tacked it up over the dartboard. It was a picture of Dawn. The other memebers of Displaced and Demetria burst out laughing and Octavian preened.
Rebekah and Bobby
"Yay."
Rebekah moved so she was sitting in Jono's lap and snuggled against him.
Bobby pretended to vomit.
"Ew, young love... hey, first chance we get, someone should Hitler Dawn in her sleep."
Octavian & Demetria.
"Yes!" Octavian said.
"I could," Demetria said.
"But she's still...out."
"Thank god!" Octavian said.
"You know, the teachers will probably take that down," Angelo said.
"No they won't," Octavian said.
"Not if me and Dem put a spell on it so they can't."
Rebekah and Bobby
"Wait, we're Hitlering with pen, right?" Rebekah asked.
"What else do you Hitler with?" Bobby replied.
"Some people use... um... faeces."
"Oh yeah, I've heard of that. But that's gross... hey, Dem, Tav, do you think you could charm the pen to stay on her face?"
Demetria & Octavian.
"The only problem with that is the Law of Three," Demetria said.
"What you do with magic-"
"Comes back to you-"
"Threefold. So, we would rather not-"
"Do anything directly-"
"Harmful. Dawn's not-"
"Worth it," Octavian finished.
Bobby and Rebekah
"That's so unnerving."
Bobby shrugged.
"Mmmkay. So we just draw on her face. Sounds ok."
Rebekah lazily sketched out a design on a notepad, shoulderless shirts for her and Dem, with graffiti type writing with the words 'We Hate Dawn'.
Octavian, Demetria & Sergei.
"And put up posters for the WHD," Octavian said.
"Advising people to join."
"But only if they really do hate Dawn," Demetria said.
"As a sideclub to the main We Hate Dawn club, we should have a Society for the Prevention and Repression of the Whiny Bitch Brigade."
"Yes," Sergei said.
"They hurt my ears."
Rebekah and Bobby
Rebekah tossed the notebook to Dem.
"Would you wear that?"
Bobby nodded.
"SPAWBB!" he proclaimed.
Octavian, Sergei & Demetria.
"Don't you mean, S, P, R, B, B?" Octavian said.
"Sprbb?" Sergei said.
"How odd it sounds," Demetria said.
"Yes, yes it does," Octavian said, with a bit of a grin on his face.
"All to confuse the dozy mares more. An apology to any female horses in existence. And also to female dogs."
Bobby
Bobby nodded and retrieved a dart, throwing it at the picture of Dawn.
"OH bulls eye!"
Octavian.
"A hit, a veritable hit!" Octavian cheered.
He leant over and kissed Bobby.
Rebekah and Bobby
Bobby grinned and kissed him back.
"Oh God."
Rebekah clicked her fingers and switched Bobby's arousal off.
Octavian & Jonothon.
Octavian pouted at her.
"Aww, Bek!"
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
Rebekah and Bobby
"What's wrong, Octavian?" Rebekah asked, smiling innocently.
"So unfair," Bobby grumbled.
Octavian & Demetria.
"Bek, turn him back on," Octavian said.
"It's really no fun-" Demetria began.
"If he's switched off. So-"
"Please, Bek?"
Rebekah and Bobby
"Give me a good reason why I should."
Bobby slid a hand up Rebekah's leg.
"I'd make it worth your while."
"Jonooooo! Help!"
Jonothon.
Jonothon grabbed Bobby's hand by the wrist and squeezed as he lifted it off her leg.
"Don't. Touch. Her. Again. Or I'll take your hand off at the wrist."
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby pulled his hand back, grumbling and rubbing his wrist.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thank you darling."
Jonothon, Octavian & Demetria.
"No probs, luv."
Jonothon kissed her gently.
Octavian and Demetria looked at each other.
"Please turn him-"
"Back on, Bek? We have-"
"Quite a few plans-"
"Which require him being on-"
"And it's really rather vexing-"
"If he isn't."
Bobby and Rebekah
"Did you hear that? Plans!"
Rebekah raised an eyebrow as Bobby thought really loudly about doing her.
"Oh God, you're not helping your situation."
Jonothon, Demetria & Octavian.
"No, you're really not," Jonothon almost snarled.
Demetria and Octavian looked alarmed.
"Don't aggravate them! They're dangerous!"
Bobby
"Then tell her to give it back!" Bobby replied.
Handcuffs... ooh whipped cream...
Demetria & Octavian.
"Please, Bek?" Octavian said, fluttering his eyelashes at her.
"We'd be ever so grateful," Demetria said, flashing a coy look at the other girl.
Rebekah and Bobby
"Hmm, you know what, I'm going to leave it up to Jono," Rebekah said, smiling.
Bobby promptly stopped thinking dirty.
Jonothon, Octavian & Demetria.
"Hmm..."
Jonothon looked thoughtful.
"Please?" Octavian and Demetria both pouted at him.
"When we leave."
Bobby and Rebekah
"LEAVE!" Bobby yelled.
"Mmm, how about, no?" Rebekah replied.
Bobby thought loudly again.
Rebekah naked, lips wrapped around his -
"STOP IT!"
Jonothon & Octavian
"So close to putting you back in traction," Jonothon snarled.
"No, don't!" Octavian said.
Bobby and Rebekah
"I'll be good," Bobby said, saluting.
"No, you won't," Rebekah replied.
"Jono should know I'm kidding."
"He's a telepath. He knows you're not."
"Damn. Sprung again."
Octavian & Sergei
"The trouble with telepaths," Octavian sighed.
"But on an upside, they seem to know exactly how to touch, where and how hard..."
"Mental images..." Sergei said in a choked voice.
"At least Vortigern always did," Octavian continued.
"Gah! Mental images winning! Dammit!"
Bobby
"Never ben with a telepath," Bobby pouted.
"However... Jono, you and Rebekah are paths... and from what we hear, you're both quite good..."
Octavian, Jonothon & Demetria.
"Well, Jono is," Octavian said.
Jonothon glared at him.
"Deathwish is a must for you two, isn't it?"
"Perfect accessory, goes well with black," Octavian said cheerfully.
"And red," Demetria put in.
"Oh yes, black and red," Octavian said, nodding.
"You're all barmy."
] Bobby and Rebekah
"You turn me on, and I won't hassle you so much," Bobby said, fluttering his eyes at Rebekah.
"Well, you turn me on anyway."
"You know, you're not inspiring me to do it," Rebekah replied.
Octavian.
"Please, Bek?" Octavian said.
"Really, this is very frustrating."
Rebekah and Bobby
"I told you, it's up to Jono."
"She's penis whipped," Bobby said, nodding.
Octavian & Jonothon.
"I've heard of guys being pussy whipped, but not of girls being penis whipped," Octavian said.
"Shut up before I hurt you."
Octavian inched carefully away before continuing.
"Which brings to mind interesting images."
Bobby and Rebekah
"Does he hit you with his penis, Bek?" Bobby asked.
"Oh that reminds me... show us your balls, Jono!"
Rebekah wrinkled her nose.
Jonothon.
Jonothon glared at him.
"You're skating on thin ice, Bobby."
He turned to Bek.
"Want to go?"
Bobby and Rebekah
"I can make the ice thinner... show us your tits, Bek!" Bobby grinned.
Rebekah stood up.
"Going. Yes, let's go."
The Displaced & Demetria.
"Da," Sergei agreed, standing.
Jonothon took Bek's hand and led her to the lift.
"You two are loony. And obsessed."
"But sex is such an enjoyably pleasant pastime to be obsessed in," Demetria said.
"Ah, see! Converted."
Octavian nodded and kissed his sister on the cheek. Sergei shook his head slightly as he and Angelo joined Bek and JOnothon in the lift.
Bobby and Rebekah
"I'm still not aroused," Bobby commented, watching them go.
Rebekah yawned slightly once they were in the lift.
"Let's do something today... ok, that was my suggestion. Jono, you think of what to do."
Jonothon.
"S'pose you should turn Bobby on again," Jonothon said.
"We are leaving. Hank's gone out, thank god. And I don't want to think about that anymore."
Rebekah
Rebekah clicked and sent Bobby's arousal back as they got out of the lift at their floor.
"So... what are we doing today?"
Jonothon & Octavian.
"I don't know."
Jonothon shrugged slightly as Sergei and Angelo left.
"Most of the time, my idea of what to do is play my guitar."
Octavian leant over and kissed Bobby slowly.
"Did they do what they said they would when they left?"
Rebekah and Bobby
"We could... rob a bank... or we could... oh I know... we could go into the city and get me a new guitar."
Rebekah smiled sheepishly.
Bobby grinned and kissed him back.
"Myes indeedy!"
Jonothon.
"We could do the second thing," Jonothon said.
"You need a new guitar."
Rebekah
"Yeah, I really do."
Rebekah nodded.
"So, into the city we go?"
Jonothon.
Jonothon kissed her cheek.
"Yeah. Car or my bike?"
Rebekah
"Car, because I might decide to buy the guitar and then have to cart it home on the bike..."
Rebekah started to lead him to the garage.
Jonothon.
Pretty soon, they were driving into New York, looking out for a music shop where Bek could buy her new guitar.
"What type of guitar are you looking for?" Jonothon asked.
Rebekah
"Fender acoustic... maybe what I have before. Gibson J17, cutaway."
Jonothon.
Jonothon nodded.
"Good guitar. Nice sound. Pretty longlasting too."
Rebekah
"Not very resiliant. Didn't survive the smash against the wall."
Rebekah smiled and went to talk to one of the shop assistants, who quickly became baffled about everything Rebekah was asking for.
Jonothon.
Jonothon fixed the man with a cool stare.
"You're working in a music shop and you don't know the first thing about guitars. How are you making sure the wood doesn't get stressed by climatic changes? How are you ensuring the guitar is good quality and stays that way?"
Rebekah
Rebekah stifled a giggle.
"Can you just point me in the direction of the Gibsons?"
The man numbly pointed.
"Merci."
She flounced off to check out the guitars, cocking her head and mumbling to herself.
"Cutaway... would be easiery again, because I'm only small. But I like the strings better on just the normal model..."
Jonothon.
JOnothon shot the man one more look of contempt before walking to stand behind Bek. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck softly.
"Get wotever suits you best."
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled.
"I'll go for what I had before."
She thought for a moment.
"What's your stance on electric guitars? I mean, one for me? I want to branch out a bit."
Jonothon.
"I use a Fender Strat," Jonothon said, nodding at the guitar in question.
"Kurt Cobain of Nirvana designed it. It's good for rock music."
Rebekah
"I was thinking of getting one of those acoustic electrics. But I think that needs more thought."
Rebekah signalled the assistant and he came over, looking more harassed than before.
"I'll take that one," she said, indicating the guitar.
"Yes, yes, very good."
He brought it down for her and went to the till.
Jonothon.
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
"Nice work."
Rebekah
Rebekah paid for the guitar and they left the store.
"So... where to? Back home?"
Jonothon.
"Yeah, guess so."
JOnothon shrugged slightly.
"Why don't we just walk around the shops and browse for a bit? I wouldn't mind picking up some old albums and LPDs. Should we head down to Greenwich? They have some good shops there."
Rebekah
"Sounds good."
Rebekah put the guitar into the car and slid into the drivers seat.
Jonothon.
Jonothon got in the car and they drove downtown. They browsed the music shops, Jonothon buying some LPDs and CDs he didn't have and wanted.
"Want to head back?" Jonothon asked her softly.
He slid a necklace he'd bought for her over her head. It was a silver pendant in the shape of a sleepy looking Chinese dragon on a black leather thong.
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled and nodded.
"Oui, I want to play my guitar."
She clipped the clasp of the black leather studded bracelet around Jono's wrist and then led them back to the car.
Jonothon.
Jonothon studied the bracelet on his wrist, then shrugged slightly. If she wanted him to wear it...he would play along with it.
"Make sure it's alright."
Rebekah
"You don't have to wear that, you know."
Rebekah slid into the driver's seat.
She shielded herself a bit better and thought about the two necklaces around her neck.
Ian vs Jono.
A little dramatic, but...
Jonothon.
"It's ok."
Jonothon smoothed his fingers along the studs.
"I don't usually wear anything like jewellery, that's all. It's different."
Rebekah
"As long as you're sure."
Rebekah smiled slightly.
Jonothon.
"Yeah."
Jonothon leant over and kissed her softly on the cheek. They drove back into the mansion and he listened to her play her new guitar.