1963-11-27 - Mutie Birds and Bees
Summary: Celebrating the aftermath of the Federal Reserve Heist, Madrox, Elixir and Anima Sola get into some odd conversations.
Related: We Are The Brotherhood
Theme Song: None
madrox josh lynette 


It's after the Heist of the Century, and the big Coming Out Party for the Brotherhood. And since Josh is now metallic and black, he stands out more then usual, which is saying something. Still, Elixir lounges in the safehouse, wearing a black muscle-T and jeans, and he finds himself in the kitchen eating pizza. He ordered three: pepperoni, sausage and olives; the works; and cheese. The first one is clearly his, as he has claimed it. Of course, he didn't so much answer the door when the delivery brought the food, that was for someone else to do. Cuz, you know, he's black in the non-African but maybe robotic sorta way.

*

Lynette doesn't touch the fact that formally golden-pretty boy is now, well, in metal black face. She blinks, her head cants, but she leaves it alone. Powers are strange. When food arrives, she answers the door, but the odd look that is given to her causes her brows to slope in confusion. The girl was unaware of her own side-affects, as it were, and once cash is exchanged, along with a tip, she brings in the food and sets it down in the kitchen. Perching up on the back of the sofa, she chows down on the cheese pizza, her cheeks filling out with as much as she could eat, just as she had the chicken just days before. A deep intake, and sigh later, she 'mmms' contently.

*

Six Madri enter through the back, all covered in dirt, foliage, debris of an outdoor nature. Most of the dirt got shaken off outside, but none of the six seem to be in a very jovial mood. Apparently Jamie got the shit job tonight, while the others got to go for fame and glory, and all the shiny shiny gold. "Hey," one of the Madri says gruffly, walking in, and the others follow and just glower. "Celebratory pizza? Figures. I'll be in the shower." He looks at the others, and then heads up the stairs, and they all follow suit. Chances are they won't /all/ fit in the shower at once.

*

Josh eyes the Madri for a long moment, and wonders aloud, "Does it count as masterbation if you're banging your clone?" This is asked in a philosophical tone for Lynette, even as he shoves some pizza down his gullet. "I wonder if we have any beers. Anyways, you did good, Lyn. Does that happen often?" He gestures to the hex-squares.

*

Lynette notices the collection of men, her eyes round like saucers at what is obviously a surprise to her. She doesn't speak, her mouth is full anyway, but she does sit there like a deer caught in the headlights. Josh's question, too, causes her to start coughing and choking. Chew, swallow, breathe! Moving off the sofa, she pats the flat of her chest and clears her throat a few rough times. To the question of beers, she points toward the fridge where she had seen Cain claim some earlier. She smiles at his praise and finally speaks. "T'anks. Y'did, good, too! M'guessin' dat part of y'deal?" She inquires, motioning toward his thorium shimmer. Another blink, she 'hmm's at him. "What y'mean?" Turning to face the kitchen's oven, she turns her head, looking side to side, before finally finding that pattern on her flesh. "Merde…de hell is dis?"

*

Upstairs, because I know you're all /dying/ to know what Jamie's shower routine is like, Jamie starts the water. Hot. The sound of the shower running is all that can be heard downstairs. He re-absorbs the duplicates, and the requisite few minutes of readjustment follow as their memories integrate with the whole. Strip, and into the shower. Dirt gets washed away. Hair gets shampooed. Soaped down, rinsed. He's quick, but thorough. Mama didn't raise no dirty brat. Well, to be fair, mama didn't really do much of the raising. He'll get out and dry himself with a towel, drying his hair but not bothering to do anything to tame it afterward, so he'll look somewhat less than his usual dapper self.

*

"If I use my power to hurt someone, I go black. And when I go black its… quite difficult to go gold again, and I can't go normal until gold. So, its like, a process." Josh explains with a little shrug, rising up and heading for the fridge. Ah, beers! He grabs a couple and brings them back, "While black I can use my powers to heal still, its just harder. I don't know if its a question of morality or just— some aspect of my biokinesis." He gestures over at Lyn, munchin' on more pizza, but not talking while chewing. Swallow! "Maybe that's part of your— voodoo hoodoo moodoo. Maybe you push yourself and… I don't know, that. THe question is, is it permanent or will it go away?"

*

"I don' know. Neva happen'd b'fore." She answers, helplessly, before standing and giving a 'huff' of an exhale. Back to more pizza, she at least lingers in the kitchen with Josh now. Hopping up and onto a counter, she sits, hunches, and continues to feast along with her new brother-in-arms. "So, huh…I don' know 'bout dat, eitha. Y'shift, I mean. Did y'really hurt'm or jus' knock'em out? F'its moral'ty, y'did de good t'ing, right? Not lettin'm get hurt b'Remy or me?" Now nibbling away at the crush, she does allow her eyes, now back to normal, to drift toward where Jaime had disappeared to.

*

Jamie doesn't bother putting a shirt back on. But he does at least slip on some pants to hide his shame. He's still rubbing his head with a towel when he starts down the stairs. "First off, Elixir, fuck you," he says, though his tone doesn't necessarily denote anger. "It's masturbation when we jack each off. It's full on homosexual when when we bang," he says, keeping a straight face. Is he kidding? Probably. He'll never tell. "You'd li-" He pauses, getting far enough down the stairs to spot Lynette among the gathered crowd. "Lyn?" he says, a bit shocked at her being present. "When did— how— what?" Surprised Madrox is surprised. "And you're all, scaly?" He cocks his head to the side a bit, and lets out a little laugh. "That's.. kinda hot, I'm not going to lie." Classic Madrox, recovering from a shock by hitting on the girl.

*

Snorting, Josh waves a hand at Jamie, "Anytime you want, Madrox." is his smirking response to being told 'fuck you'. "You know our newest sister? Anima Sola, meet Madrox. Maddie-boy, meet Anima Sola." Then he takes some time to munch on some pizza and down a gulp of his beer, he turns a bit of a shrug to Lyn and grins, "I don't know that it has any specific *moral* guiding point, but though I was merciful and just put them into a temporary coma, to do that I still attacked their central nervous system and did damage. Not permanent damage, and it was kind— I could easily have stopped their hearts instead— but it still counts as an attack. So, here I am." He waves his black hand. His hair is still blond, the contrast looking quite… distinct.

*

"Evenin', Jaime." Lyn murmurs sheepishly, though her smile is a bit proud when introduced by her code name. "Ah, don' look at'm." She fusses, her hand covering one side of her neck, but the other is still well occupied with her newest slice. Even though she glares at his compliment, it's easily noted that her cheeks take in a hint of warmth without delay. Back to Josh, she nods and keeps eating, her eyes tracing him over as if she were trying to figure him out. "M'glad we didn' hurt nobody. I hope I did good by Mystique, too. S'nice lady n'all, n'm t'ankful t'be here, but she scares d'piss outta me." Turning to Madrox, she motions with her head, curls swaying, toward a box. "Y'hungry, chere?"

*

"Yeah, we've met," he says casually, moving to sit on the couch near Lynette. When she tries to cover it up, he actually reaches to try to pull her hand away, though if she fights him on it he'll stop. "Don't hide it, darlin'," he says with a smile. "No-one's judging here. Except me, judging Elixir there to be a bit of a douche, but that's unrelated to his appearance, or his mutation. Personality's not genetic," he quips, offering Josh an all-too-friendly smile. He reaches for pizza when Lynette signals to him. "Always hungry," he says. "And if Mystique isn't scarin' the piss out of you, you're not paying attention, am I right?" Yum. Pizza.

"By the way, the dark, brooding look? Suits you great, 'Lixer."

*

"Just because this is a war doesn't mean we need to kill everyone on the other side." offers Josh to Lyn with a nod, agreeing on the function of not hurting anyone. Especially since it was Lyn's first outing with the team. He has to laugh softly when Madrox calls him a douche, "Oh, please. Everyone loves me, man. You're just jealous." That said he gives the pair of them an odd look, "What? Mystique isn't scary, people. Jeez. Okay, yeah, she could kick my ass two ways from sunday, and you can never know if she's around or not, but that's just cool. Plus, she's on our side."

And with a friendly grin, Josh flips Madrox off.

*

"Everyone loves you because you put them back together, 'Lixir," Jamie retorts, taking a big bite of pizza. With mouth full, he keeps talking anyway. "Youw chawmin pussonaludy god noddin do do wid id," he says, and good luck trying to decipher, but he returns the bird with one of his own. Whether or not there's actual animosity there is anyone's guess; could just be how they show each other that they care. Like hair-pulling on the school yard. Jamie swallows. "See Lyn, that's what I'm talking about, not paying attention," he says to the girl with a smirk. "Yeah, 'lixir, she's on our side, and she's cool. But you'd be stupid not to be at least a little bit afraid, right?"

*

"Well, maybe dat ain't de right word f'it. Hmm…intimidatin'? Powaful presence? S'mt'ing like dat. I like'er, dough, so don' get me wrong." Another nibble, the girl watches the pair banter. After a bubbly giggle muffles behind her stuffed mouth, she presses some food to the side, and responses. "Ah, com'on now. I t'ink Lix is mighty charmin'. 'Sides, he's one a'de ones dat talked me int' joinin' up." Then, her smiles softens as she chews, and swallows everything down. "Suppose s'm t'ings jus' fall int' place." Have forgotten about the scales on her dark skin, it's easy to see that she's no longer bothered by it. She's comfortable here, that, and they've started to fade.

*

"I don't really do fear. I'm not afraid of Mystique, I'm not afraid of Gambit, I'm not afraid of Juggernaut. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Shit, man." Elixir shakes his head slowly, "I'm a top-tier healer, short of someone shoving me into a wood chipper I'm pretty sure I have nothing TO fear." He doesn't yet know that he would recover from even that. "Besides, fear is a biochemical response— ancient, primitive, reptile brain stuff, and utterly trivial for me to just turn off. I have *complete* control over my bio-organics properties. It was a little overwhelming originally, to be able to think and be aware of such detail as cell mitosis. I accidentally gave myself cancer a couple times when paying too much attention to that." He shrugs and grins, then turns that black grin wider over to Lynette, "Well at least someone appreciates me." For his part he's keeping an eye on the scales. Just in case he needs to intervene.

*

"Hey, if I'da know you would be interested, I could have convinced you, darlin'," Madrox says with a sly smirk to the girl. "And yeah, so charming. You know, 'lixir, I really hate to see you like this. All my Golden Boy material, right out the window." He smirks, and reaches for another slice of pizza, having finished the first like a champion. "Fear's healthy, man. Keeps you from doing stupid shit like jumping into a frozen lake, putting your hand in a meat grinder. But yeah, I suppose you're not worried about shit like that. But wood-chipper, that's interesting. Surprised I never thought of it," he says, and takes another bite, chewing and swallowing.

*

"Course I do, Lix. I got'y." The girl seals her promise with a wink. Nibbling on some crust, she stands and moves toward the fridge, digging herself out something to drink as well. Without asking, she brings a bottle back for Madrox as well, the slip of bread resting between her lips. Giving a 'plop', she bounces a bit on the sofa and chuckles. "I didn' know y'dat well. We met what? Twice? T'ree times now? Didn' know 'bout 'ny a dis 'ntil afta we spent de nig…" Clearing her throat, she takes a swig to silence herself briefly. "'nyway, m'jus' know gettin' t'know what it's like t'not be 'fraid. I been runnin' f'a long time m'self. I don' t'ink fear's'bad t'ing, jus' controllin' it's de key."

*

Grimacing, "Believe me, no one hates the black mode more then I do. Its not simply… superficial. It affects how I think, too. I'm… different, when I'm normal or gold, from when I'm black Elixir. It makes some things… hard to contemplate. And it makes some stuff really easy to contemplate." Josh shakes his head slowly, narrowing his eyes at Madrox, "Now, now, don't get any fancy ideas there, Maddie. Wouldn't want to burn out any circuits up top." He grins a bit, before he glances over at Lynette, "Were you just saying spent the night? With Madrox here? … did you wash up after? I know he's easy on the eyes but you don't know where any of him have been, hon." He does nod more seriously, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not arguing everyone should go around being fearless. The flight or fight response is a basic survival mechanism. But not everyone can be Elixir, thank god."

*

If Madrox is upset that Lynette's spilled the beans about their night together, he doesn't show it. His exploits aren't exactly a secret around here, and no doubt Elixir has heard many stories by now. Of course, none of them have showed up at the safehouse, and certainly none of them have joined the cause. There might be a connection there. "I'm perfectly clean and healthy, thank you very much," he says, sounding mock-offended. "Besides, if I weren't, we got you to keep us in tip-top shape, right buddy?" He grins, and gives Josh an all-too-enthusiastic thumbs-up. Good idea, Jamie. Piss off the healer. "I mean, when you're not all Blackhearted Elixir, that is. Don't touch me until you get back to your normal shininess." He then turns to Lynette, "Yeah, I suppose I could have been more up front about it. Not just running around town beating up assholes at random. Method to my madness," he quips, giving the woman a little pat on the knee. "Hoping it won't just have been a one-night thing though, darlin'," he says with a wink to her. Cue the eyerolls.

*

Lynette just sits there, staring for the time being. The scales were gone sure, but they were quickly replaced by the blazing crimson on her cheeks. She drinks, she eats, she doesn't talk for now. Rubbing off her mouth with the backs of her sleeves, she finishes off her beer and glances down at her knee then up toward Madrox. Her brow quirks then, clearly confused over something. "But y'said…" The though doesn't complete itself verbally. Looking back to Elixir, she shifts a bit in place and turns to face him directly, her legs folded up under her on the sofa. "So…what happens if I were t'touch y'now? 'nyt'ing?"

*

"Nothing. I have the same powers, I can heal while in the black, its just harder. I could still pull someone back from death, I'm just a lot more likely to pass out if I'm black instead of gold. Its not like I'm suddenly am poison or dangerous or anything. My power works entirely on intent: its completely under control, always. I can't honestly explain the black and gold thing, it just happens." Elixir replies to Lyn with a serious shrug, then grabs a second slice of pizza and spends a bit taking a huge ol' bite of it. He grins at Madrox, "Fair point. Anytime you want me to lay hands on you, Maddie, I will." He waggles his eyebrows in mock-flirting, too. He waves between the two, arching a brow a bit, "So like —" He lets that hang there.

*

"I'm moist with anticipation," Madrox replies to Josh without missing a beat, even to the point of giving the other man a wink. Make Jamie uncomfortable? Please. Amateur. "So like what? Seriously man, your mom never gave you the talk? See, when a boy reaches a certain age, his body starts to change.." He says to a room full of mutants, about change. The irony is strong. Is he going to give up details to Elixir like a schoolgirl? No. At least, not since Lynette's part of the gang now. If it had just been some random hoochie (and there's been), then sure, maybe he'd spill the gory details of their torrid, yet brief affair. Down to measurements and volumes. Jamie's cool that way. But he's also sensitive to the fact that it might make Lynette uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants, considering how everything has unfolded.

*

"Ah, I see. Well, dat's good. 'f means 'nyt'ing, I like de black, too. S'pretty. Othawordly." The girl smiles toward the healer kindly. Then, he questions them, and she turns a bit more mouse than snake at this pint. "Like?" She parrots of the pair, trying to figure out exactly what Josh was asking about. Once Madrox starts his rant, her eyes squint in a soft glare, but at least it hints at being playful. "De boy's a docta, smartass. I t'ink he knows 'bout de birds'n'bees." Still, she doesn't anything without the full question. "Like, what, chere?"

*

"You do realize I was in my final year of residency before I realized I was a healer and got my life kicked to shit, right?" asks Josh with a wry smirk for Madrox, shaking his head slowly, though he does gesture to Lynette: see? She knows this, "So I'm pretty sure I am well versed in basic and gross anatomy." He wrinkles his nose, "More importantly, I can sense my own body in detail, but I *can't* sense what is going on physiologically to turn my skin either metalic tone. Its a mystery. If I could figure out he mechanism that was causing it, I might be able to turn it off. Which would be nice, because having to defend myself against idiot baseliners is annoying. Sometimes I just want a pie." He doesn't sound bitter, more genuinely annoyed. He glances over to Lyn again, "You two dating?" is what he was really gonna ask.

*

Jamie levels his eyes at Josh. What the hell kind of question is that? Then he looks at Lynette, but the look he gives would impossible to interpret. "We haven't made anything exclusive, if that's what you mean," he says after a moment, looking back at Josh. He doesn't go into any other details, but the look he's giving Josh isn't one that begs for him to keep prodding on this line of questioning. Dude, it's Jamie. He's not looking to get hitched.

*

"What he's tryin' t'say is non…we ain't. De Might Mult'ple Man here don' settle f'jus' one." Lynette explains gently enough, as if any of it needed reasoning to begin with. Her face is gentle, perhaps a bit wounded by having to say it aloud. But shortly after, she smirks up slyly toward Josh. "Why, sugah? Y'wan s'm a'me, too?" A pause, "Oooorrr, s'm a Jamie here?" The best distration is diversion.

*

Bah, Elixir waves a hand at both of them, dismissing any attempt at distraction or blatant, meaningful looks that bounce right off his shiny skin and impact him none, "Oh, I'm just curious. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it or anything— as long as you make him shower first— but no, I'm trying to live vicariously." Josh laughs softly, "My girlfriend dumped me when I first turned gold and I've been a bit gunshy in the dating department ever since."

*

Jamie looks a bit guilty. He knows Lynette's not exactly thrilled about the fact that he adamantly won't make anything permanent, but it's not just her. Thankfully, Josh gives him the chance to switch the focus from him, to Formerly Golden Boy. "What, really? What kind of crazy woman gives up the chance to climb the golden tower? Worship the golden idol? Lick the golden tootsie pop?" He could go on. So he does. "Fill herself with riches beyond her wildest dreams?" And we're done. Before they start getting tasteless. "You need a wingman, 'lixir. Someone who knows what they're doing," he says, almost sounding like he's gonna suggest himself. But then no. "I'll ask Raven."

*

"Oh, m'sorry t'hear dat, Lix. She don' know what she's missin'." Lynette promises with a bit more tact and kindness than Madrox can offer. Rolling her eyes, she finally moves off the sofa and heads for the kitchen, her beer was empty, and it seems that being in the company of the boys warranted her another. "S'ok, honey. 'm gunshy 'bout most people t'be honest. Ain't neva had a boyfriend, 'nyhow." Passing behind Josh, she places a hand to his back, giving it a friendly pat before returning to her spot on the sofa.

*

Dear god, it never ends: Josh eyes Jamie as he goes on and on with the bad puns and he quite literally facepalms, shaking his head slowly, but still, he has to laugh, "You … are a terrible man, Madrox, a terrible, terrible man." But Elixir can't really be embarassed, he has too much confidence (nee arrogance?) for that. But he can he astonished by the puns. "Hey, it would help if I was not gold half the time, as you've mentioned. And lately I've just been… healing people randomly who I meet in Mutant Town that need it, and each time I heal, that's a good day of being gold before I go back to normal. You and I might know that gold is sexy, Maddie, but the baseline women— and men— don't find it so." He wrinkles his nose, "Not that I'd want to date a baseline. Come on, I have an obligation to evolution here." He looks at a grin up at Lyn, "Its easy to be gunshy about idiots in a world full of idiots, to be honest."

*

Ladies and Gentleman, Madrox the Magnificent. Pun Maker, Extraordinaire. Thanks, he'll be here all week.

Jamie grins at Elixir's accusation of his terribleness, but doesn't comment further on the subject. "Nothin' wrong with baseliners, 'lixir. You'd be doing your part to spread the mutant gene around, keep them from having regular old human babies," he says. Which is totally not what Jamie is doing. Nuh uh. No babies here. Jamie takes a drink from his beer, which he's been sipping at since Lynette gave it to him. "But I'm sure there's a nice mutant girl out there for you. Or guy, depending," he says, shrugging a bit.

*

"I t'ink m'gonna head on back up t'Westchesta now." Lyn warns, cleaning up where she was sitting, and pigging out, just moments prior. "Y'two need 'nyt'ing fr'm me b'fore I get goin'?" Standing, she brushes down her dark jacket; her fashion is still lacking, and very second-hand chic. Her fingers work into the massive poof of her hair, as she slips her cap back on and tucks all the kinks and curls away. "T'anks f' de pizza, Lix."

*

"How can baseliners really have any idea what it is like to be one of us?" scoffs Josh to Jamie with a quick shake of his head, "It's a complete imbalance of power, there could never be a partnership between us. I am neigh unto God in my control and command of life…" Ego, much? "…and do you have any idea how much influence biology has over what you think, feel, and such? I'm not saying I'd ever DO IT, because I've got ethics, but I COULD. Screw if someone likes me or is attracted to me, a quick brush of a hand on their arm and they'll think they are. I can't look at a baseliner and see a *peer*. I know, that's why they fear us, but the reality is we make them obsolete."

*

"Not sayin' you should marry one, Josh," Jamie says with a smirk. "But by your logic, none of us are your peers either, right? No-one else here has any way to stop you controllin' us,", he says. He's not angry about it or anything; hell, Josh is probably responsible for saving Jamie's life on more occasions than he cares to admit. "You need a lift, darlin'?" Jamie asks Lynette when she announces she's heading out, standing from the couch not long after she does does. "I can just throw a shirt on, have you back at that school before you know it," he says. Any reason to drive. Long drives, especially. Baby needs the attention.

*

Lynette glances off toward Josh and watches him, carefully. Her hair all tucked away, she offers Jamie a smile and shake of her head. "Non, chere. I be alright. Y'two have a good night, now." Rolling her shoulders, she makes sure the front of her sweater is buttoned up securely before heading for the door. "G'night, y'all."

*

"Ah, but I can't stop you from multiplying and holding me down by sheer numbers, either. Our powers are different, certainly, but you are incredibly powerful, Madrox. Only a fool would think otherwise." Elixir lifts a hand to wave at Lyn with a friendly, if dark, smile, then looks back to Jamie. That said, how many mutants are truly his peers? Admittedly, few. But at least they aren't humans. "But, hey. That's my issue, really."

*

"Night, darlin'," Jamie says to Lynette as she departs, a little bit disappointed she didn't take him up on the offer. His attention turns back to Josh when she's made her exit, though, and he sits back down. There is still, after all, pizza and beer. "You make me think I'm in love with you, you'd have me by the balls," Jamie quips. "Numbers aren't gonna matter then, are they? It's not like I disagree with you, 'lixir. Humans, old news. On their way out. Hell, that's why we're here. But let's look at it logically. You knock up a human girl, you're giving her what, a 50/50 chance, roughly, of having a mutant baby? She gets knocked up by a human, there's a much lower chance. After having a baby, there's significantly less chance of her having a second. So you'd be doing the species a favour twofold," he says. Yes, this is shit that Jamie thinks about. Is he out there having tons of babies? Hell no. But is it the worst long game ever? Maybe. Didn't work out so well for the English. But they didn't keep at it.

*

"But, if I knock up a mutant girl, there's a nearly 100 chance the baby is not only a mutant, but a strong one." counters Elixir with a shrug, but he does have to grin, "Fortunately, I simply don't have the amount of control where I can biokinetically alter so many people at once, so you're not doomed. I'm not saying it wouldn't be an interesting fight, but don't count yourself out." But back on the baby thing, "So I don't know. Sperm donation is a thing nowadays, though its not widely popular, but maybe I should make sure whenever I'm not gold to go make a … donation. Maybe we all should. It was in '53 when they first inseminated a woman from frozen sperm, I read about it in medical school. Still." He wrinkles his nose a bit, "I just don't quite see myself with a baseline."

*

"Like I said, you don't gotta marry 'er," Jamie says with a grin, lifting his bottle toward the other man in a 'cheers'. "But hey, I'm not trying to tell you how to live, or who you should nail in a back-alley behind a McDonald's," he says. He drinks, and then goes for another piece of pizza. Because one does not turn down free pizza. "Let's not go out of our way to find out who'd win in a fight between us, I say. I don't think it'd go well for me, even if I came out on top in the end."

*

Continuing to eat his own slice, Elixir nods his head easily, "Let's not worry about the question of top or bottom, okay, Maddie? Such details are to be worked out in the moment, you know." And he tilts his beer back and gulps down a bit, "But like I said, gunshy. I'm so *very* careful to not draw attention when I don't look normal, and yet, so keen to do things that shift me to gold, its problematic. Of course, I'm starting to get a reputation in Mutant Town. That's good: I've been on a recruiting drive. I have a couple really promising prospects. I figure, who better to recruit then the healer? There's nothing dangerous about a healer— okay, you and I both know that's not at all true, but people don't need to know that when getting the call to the cause."

*

"You're our very own Golden Boy," Jamie says, smirking again. "Spreading the good word, doing your good works, bringing others into the flock," he continues. Jamie's contributions haven't been quite so good for public relations. He wanders around looking for humans to fight. Sure, most of them are harassing mutants, or being dicks in other ways, so it's easy enough to justify, but he's not exactly out there rallying others to their cause. Which maybe he should be doing, but if Elixir already has it covered, Jamie should be in the clear, right? "We have very different problems, you and I. Me, I don't care who knows what I am. You hit me, you get another me. Then we fight, and I win." Usually. "People knowing I'm a mutant just lets me know who the intolerant bigoted asshole are, and then they get their faces broken. But then, I have the blessing of looking just like they do. And I'm not exactly trying to win hearts and minds." Most of the mutants he has saved just run off when the fighting starts; not great for conversion rates.

*

"Well, we have different problems, and different goals. The Multiple Man is by his nature an army unto himself: that's all good. Elixir is the cure for what ailes you. And he's the sweet medicine leading you to join up— not like cough medicine, which is like… gross, by definition." Finishing his slice, Josh rises and stretches, "Okay, man, I'm going to go spend some time meditating, see if I can get the black off. I swear to god its harder every time."

*

Jamie gives a nod of his head to the blackened Golden Boy. "Enjoy your silence and retrospection," he says, lifting his bottle again to the other man. "Scrub hard, with those mental soap bubbles, and you'll wash away the grime of your impure actions. Or something." He gives another grin. "I'm gonna head out, myself. Gotta give Baby some love, or she'll forget about me, and I won't be able to turn her on any more," he says. Maybe that's why he won't tie himself down to one girl. His heart already belongs to another. The Impala.

*

"Don't stick your dick in anything you know, weird. If you do let me know and I'll clean you up." quips Elixir with a wave, even as he heads to the room designated for Elixir meditations.

*

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