2804/Down on Pugsley Creek

Down on Pugsley Creek
Date of Scene:	06 August 2020
Location:	Pugsley Creek
Synopsis:	Kitty gets to see Jamie-vs-Jamie interaction first hand
Cast of Characters:	Kitty Pryde, Jamie Madrox

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Kitty Pryde has posed:
The tire swing is not in obvious sight at first, in the place where it hangs just over the water. But a little visual observation can quickly pick out the rope going from the branch, over to a big branch in another tree, where a girl freshly turned 19 can be seen holding it.

Kitty Pryde's hair and bikini are wet, attesting to the fact she's already been in the water at least once. She gets a foot in the bottom of the tire swing and then lets go of the branch. Sir Isaac Newton does his thing and she swings down in an arc, going from on eye to just above the water and back up again. Before her momentum has slowed on that arc up, she lets go and jumps, arcing through the air in a dive and disappearing into the water for several seconds before coming back up and swimming back towards shore.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Hey, he -wanted- this. Why are you making such a big deal about this?" Jamie Madrox asks Jamie Madrox as the two identical scoundrels march toward the creek with unified goals and one the of very nice rugs rolled up and held across their shoulders. Something heavy squirms and fights against the heavy, carpet prison. "I'm not making a big deal, it's just that I think he was joking and-"

Cut off by the lead Madrox, Jamie grumbles and adjusts the considerable weight hoisted up on his shoulder. "If he was joking, he should have made it funny. So we're going with Plan A. What's the worst that could happen?" One Madrox Asia another as they trudge to the creek. The duo comes to an awkward stop at the shore when Kitty surfaces. "Oh! Hey! Didn't know you had the creek for the hour! Silly us. Jamie, why didn't you check the schedule?!" The other Jamie, opening his mouth to protest, grimaces. "This is a bad idea, Jamie." To which the lead Jamie turns and hisses menacingly. "Quiet! Magic is never easy or legal."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty, still in the water, gives a wave towards the two pair of Madri. "Jamie. Jamie," she says, giving them each equal greetings before she swims further towards shore, reaching the area she can stand on the bottom and walk the rest of the way out of the rapidly shallowing water. The tire swing is swaying back and forth on its own, passing in lazy arcs above the water on the warm summer day.

"What've you guys got there?" she asks, the girl's expression showing a bit of curiosity at the rolled up rug they care carrying with effort. She's not unused to seeing them help out with work around the school, though this isn't the first place she'd think to come to clean a rug.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Both Madri, dressed as identically as ever in their ill advised summer wear of jeans and a t-shirt with an ever present overcoat. Or two. The Lead Jamie is all smiles after chastising his twin. He readjusts the rug atop his shoulder with some effort. "Oh this? Nothing! Just a rug. Why? What does it look like? We're not doing anything, soooo..." The Jamie in the rear fidgets. Avoiding Kitty's gaze and looking quite guilty while he's at it.

That's when the knife blade punches up through the rug. Muffled noise inside as the rolled up mass struggles. "Uh, Jamie?" The one in back asks. "Not now." Lead Jamie says as that knife starts sawing it's way down the rug. An olive skinned arm squeezing through the hole and scrabbling frantically for a hand hold. "So we were going to have a picnic and somebody said you were out here and... You hear a zipper or...?" Looking back, Jamie shouts in surprise! "Cheese it!" He hollers before both Madri unceremoniously drop that rolled up carpet and take off running back toward the estate grounds!

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde eyes the rolled up carpet again before looking back to the Jamie in front. "I was about to say, looks like you're disposing of a body, though I doubt this would be a very good location for-"

Her words are interrupted by the knife cutting through the carpet. One of Kitty's eyebrows go up as the appearances seem like they were at least somewhat the reality. "If that's Logan in there I'm so not going to try to save you!" she calls after them, though in truth fully doubting it is Logan. He'd have got out long before this, if nothing else.

As they turn to run, Kitty moves over to the carpet. She moves a hand to her chin in that thinking position immortalized in the famous statue. "If this turns out to be some bad guy," she mumbles and then reaches down, carefully taking hold of the arm and phasing the person up and out of the carpet until they can stand on the ground normally.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
In the back of a fleeing Dupe mind, there is the thought: What if we -did- roll Logan up in a carpet and chuck him in the creek? Well. They'd die is what but that's neither here nor there. The two Madrox troublemakers sprint as fast as they can in the direction of -away-. They're not slow by any standard and could give a few pro ballers a good run for their money. The two crash through the treeline and keep going. They need distance, after all.

That lumpy roll of carpet struggles and fights, muffled profanities thankfully unheard. They were some creative masterpieces of vulgarity. A hand clapped to the one she offered and FWOOSH! Kitty Pryde hoists a Jamie Madrox out of that carpet! He's -furious-! Wild eyed, sweaty and hair disheveled. One look at Kitty and he knew she wasn't the culprit. Doubtfully in on the ordeal. Turning to the trees, Jamie Prime shouts with a bellowing roar of outrage. "I was joking, you jerks! I WAS JOKING!" Throwing the knife at the trees, it vanishes somewhere off in the distance. "Ohhh my gaaaaawwwwd, I'm going to kick my own asses SO HARD after this!"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's lips want to quirk in a grin, though the wonder about whether they'd have really gone through with what it appeared they were doing is enough to stay the expression. Mostly. She instead rubs a hand through her wet hair and glances in the direction of the retreating copies.

"Ah... are you often that... you know. Homicidal? With yourself?" she asks slowly. "I didn't really think they, you, would, you know... gkkk," she says, ending the sentence with a noise to make her point. Kitty doesn't seem horrified like she might if this was Jean, knowing at least a little about Jamie to know the copies come and go so this might not be all that unusual. Also not knowing which Jamie this, either.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Warm brown eyes narrow almost accusingly at Kitty, Jamie waggling an admonishing ginger at her as he squints all judgement and surly. "Hey, don't you dare. I see that there on the corner of your lip, dooooon't even think about it." He says before a lingering pause and laughing himself. A relieved sort of thing but all too amused none the less. Raking his hair back with both hands after the knife is stowed away, Jamie sighs heavy and free.

"I want to say no but you know how it is these days. All politics." Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of a forearm, Madrox shakes his head in the negative. "Normally, no. One of them was about half a bottle of Captain Morgan into the morning so expectations go right out the window before lunch." Sucking his teeth with a tsk, Jamie plants both hands at his hips. "I was joking around, saying I could get out of anything. We were talkin' about jury duty. Next thing I know, I'm rolled up in a carpet and... So hey, how you doin'? Some weather, huh?" He asks with a wide, sheepish smile on a scruffy, unshaven face.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde finally lets the grin out, especially after finding out the situation was possibly less dire than it seemed. No sure thing they would have gone through with it as opposed to it being a joke. At least from Kitty's standpoint.

She flashes the grin over the roguish older man. "Little early but I can't fault him on the choice of beverage," she says, the 19 year old letting out a faint sigh. "Stupid US liquor laws," she adds, giving an unnecessary kick with a bare foot towards a clump of grass on the shore of the creek. "So while you're here, water's nice," she suggests. "Unless you need to go commit murder yourself. Of yourself. Or, I could just have stuck with "murder yourself" couldn't I," she muses. "You present all sorts of interesting grammatical scenarios, Mr. Madrox," she says with a grin, the formality more teasing than anything.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
When Kitty's all too entertained grin blazes to the surface, Jamie Madrox sighs loudly and drops his head back. "It's not that funny." He groans before shoulders sag and his attention swings back down to the younger Mutant. "Okay, it is a little bit but I'm still very sensitive about it." Smirking wryly himself, he just rolls his eyes with a disbelieving head shake.

"I don't even know where he got it. Truth be told, I was a little jealous but some of us have to work around here... Not me, mind you. My bare minimum is an art form. You're right though. They are stupid." Distracted, Jamie drags his eyes off Kitty and scowls at the tree line. Plotting violence. "Hmm? What? Oh! Right! No, no, I literally have to go kick the crap out of those lunatics before they shave Kurt or something." Brows furrow. He looks to Kitty. Back to the trees. Kitty. Trees. "Miss Pryde," He says with mock dignity and poise. "I consist almost entirely of interesting scenarios, grammatical and otherwise. I'll tell you about how I won that game show. Just... you know, later. You see me carrying another carpet, stop me. Unless it's me. Cool? Cool." A wink, teasing and fleeting is his formal farewell before he starts trudging off toward the estate. "I swear, this kind of stuff doesn't happen to Alex. Friggin' unfair is what it is." He mutters while sulking off to go fight himself in the fountain or somewhere else improper.