Dreams Begin, Dreams End (open to all X-People!)

[shadowcat]

She sat on the sofa, hands covering her mouth and eyes wide and brimmed with tears. This couldn’t be happening. The threat had been there, sure, but he couldn’t have actually gone through with it. There should have been resistance, someone there to stop him.

But without the X-Men, who was there?

Yeah, because we did such a great time last time. If we couldn’t beat him with our powers, how could we have possibly stood a chance against him now?

The news reports continued, showing images of scared citizens fleeing the city, their departure policed by towering metal monsters. The Sentinels. They were supposed to be humanity’s next defence against mutants, but there they were, larger than life, herding human’s from the city on the order of the biggest mutant terrorist there was. This was unbelievable, like an episode of the Twilight Zone.

“This can’t be happening,” Kitty muttered into her hands, unable to take her eyes from the screen.

[theresanarc]

Sam's gaze was fixed on the TV screen, and he listened intently as Trish Tilby reported Magneto's capture of New York City. Sam could barely even grasp the idea. A whole city, taken over by one man and his followers. No. Not even just a whole city. New York City, a place that millions of people called home. How could something like that even happen?

He turned as he heard Kitty speak, and noticed the tears in her eyes. His heart sank. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't think that "don't worry," or "it'll be okay" would sound right, when he was real worried, and wasn't sure it would be okay at all.

"Ah dunno..." was all that came out.

How did Magneto do it? How did he gain so much support? Didn't people understand? He was a terrorist, a monster. And where did those Sentinels come from? They were giant weapons, and who knew how much of a mess Magneto could make with them? The question alone gave him chill bumps.

[Bobby Drake]

Lifting his legs up onto the couch, Bobby pulled his knees to his chest as he watched the television. His mouth hung open in shock, pressing his mouth against his sleeve in shock. "This is such bullshi--."

However, Bobby heard Sam's voice, and he frowned as he looked over at the younger student. "Crap. Uh...bull--crap. Sorry, Rocket-Man." he said to Sam, before h e looked at Kitty who asked how it was possible. "Fear can make people all wacky. And did you see those big giant machine thingy's?" he asked, pointing to the screen. "If I saw one of those things walking down Time Square, I'd be a little more that freaked. Those things look like they can crush a hundred people under one boot."

He knew he wasn't making things any better. "But it's okay. It's okay, 'cause Professor Summers and the rest of the team are working on a plan. Since Kitty and I are low-men on the X-Pole, I think we'll, you know...be let in on it, you know, before we go."

[shadowcat]

Somehow Sam’s confusion was as much of a blow as it was reassuring. Maybe some positive words might have helped here, but she knew they would be hollow words; but knowing he was just as lost as she was right now was a bit comforting.

“How did he get control of them? I mean, we were fighting them in the Danger Room, they were supposed to be a threat to mutants but now they’re like his bodyguards or something?” Kitty blurted out, wiping her eyes before the tears even had chance to fall. Then Bobby was the one saying how everything was going to be okay, that the X-Men would come up with a plan and fix everything, but it just... it didn’t work that way! Not any more.

“Before we go? Go where? What could we possibly do like this?” she continued, her voice raising slightly in pitch. “Sam has a better shot of saving the day or whatever then we do right now. At least he can still do something.”

She knew this wasn’t helping, but ever since it had happened, since they had lost their powers, she had been the positive one, putting on a strong attitude to try to keep everyone else’s spirits up, but in the face of this she just couldn’t keep it up any longer.

[theresanarc]

Sam was too concerned with the "big giant machine thingies" to pay any attention to Bobby's language. And even if Sam hadn't been preoccupied, it's not like he would have minded. Nothing he hadn't heard before. What he did pay attention to, however, was Bobby's talk of how dangerous the Sentinels were, and the outburst of Kitty's that followed. It was like them talking about made the situation more real. It started chipping away the numbness he'd felt, and inspired just a little bit of fear.

Buck up, Sam, he told himself. Kitty's right. You're the strong one when it comes to powers, so be strong when it comes to attitude, too.

He took a deep breath, and, with effort, tore his eyes away from the TV, and spoke to Kitty, who seemed to be getting a little overwhelmed, and tried to think of a bright side, if only to make her a little less sad. "Bobby's right. The X-Men'll have a plan. So Magneto's got a bunch of tin cans. The X-Men'll stand against him, for sure. And Magneto took over New York City! You know how many people want to take him out right now for that?"

Sam paused, knowing full well that he was trying to convince himself as well as Kitty. He wondered how much worse she and Bobby could feel - they no longer had their powers to protect them from something like this. Mustering up the strength from he-didn't-know-where, he put on as reassuring a smile as he possibly could.

"He's not gonna get away with it. Don't you get too flustered about it."

[Bobby Drake]

"It's gonna be okay, Kit." Bobby found himself saying, wrapping his arm around her back. "I mean, The X-Men'll work this out. They always have before, right? And even though it looks bleak now, it's--"

And then there it was. A tickle in his nose. He brought a hand up, rubbing at his face. "Sorry, thought I was gonna sneeze. Like I said, it looks bleak now, but---son of a bitch!" He whispered the last part, looking up towards the light to try to make himself sneeze. "Wait--wait it's comin--"

The sneeze came violently, making him curl into himself, and it took a moment for Bobby to shake his senses back into him. "Oh, wow, that seriously hurt. Is my brain on the floor? I think I might have popped a blood vessel." It was then that he realised that he had done more than popped a blood vessel: The entire television was covered in ice. Bobby's mouth dropped open at the sight. "...did I just ice the TV with my snot?" he asked, but then realised that the other two mutants weren't answering him. "Guys? Guys, I think there's--"

But then, as he brought his hands up, he realised that it wasn't just the television...it was his entire body. "OH!" Bobby said excitedly, looking like a giant block of talking ice. He blinked excitedly. "GUYS! GUYS, I--I DID IT! I--" He jolted up to standing, but immediatly slipped on the wood floor, falling and sliding across the Common Room floor before hitting the side of the wall with a slight yell of surprise.

"OW! Ow, I'm--I'm okay, guys. I think I might have broken my ass bone, but I'm okay. Am I still iced?!" He paused, trying to stand up, however, the ice was quickly melting and then refreezing, making a puddle form on the ground that made Bobby slip every time he tried to stand up.

"Guys, help me! I can't get up!"