by Robert West » Tue Apr 20, 2010 11:42 pm
"Mmm, more creative, but that's still a bit brute force." Impossibly, Janice's power seemed to backfire, causing her foot to slide out from under her as she focused on making her power disrupt a force field generator she assumed would be there. "You need to be a little sneakier. Sort of sad, really. On all the worlds where you don't get tapped to be the country's latest meatshield, you're a lot more creative with what you've got. Much more effective. Now, I think it's... ah, good, dinner time!"
And sure enough, a line of robotic staff came out, each carrying a plate. Each X-Man would be able to tell which one was theirs, because invariably, one robot would have their favorite meal, prepared exactly how they would have requested it. "Now come on, sit. We can finish all the posturing on a full stomach." He smiled patronizingly at Janice. "I'll have them bring out some fish for you, too. Brain food and all. You could probably use it."
"So, you like them?" Dr. Tomorrow said conversationally to Ronnie, taking off the goggles and looking them over thoughtfully. "I could make you a pair. Have you considered a career as a henchwoman?"