You know, you sounded serious in my head with that thought.

*she looked over at cassiel confused.*

He shrugged. "Word travels fast. I guarantee by the time I get down to the living room tonight, I'm going to have a roomful of kids asking me to tell them how I beat up five soldiers with guns. Actually, the story will probably grow in the meantime, so the five soldiers will turn into twelve soldiers. With a tank." He thought for a minute, "Actually, if we think about it that way, you being pregnant will turn into you gave birth to triplets in the Danger Room this morning. Still, the word will get around fast, with very little effort."

And then what? Deal with all the rumors and try to sort out the truth with the whole of the mansion?? I think it's better if I just make an announcement over the PA system.
*tricity readjusted janie in her arms, but realized she was feeling very tired and had to put her down on the floor.*
"Janie, can you tell everyone I'm going to make an announcement later tonight around dinner time? Just tell everyone to tell everyone else, ok?"
*janie nodded and ran out of the infirmary. tricity turned to mike as soon as the door closed.*
"I prefer talking out loud anyway. The whole voices in my head thing is a bit creepy."

"Well, the reason for secrecy just ran out the door, so we're cool now." He stood up, pacing a bit, looking around the infirmary. "How hard has anyone looked into this Whitmore guy? I don't know what kind of contacts anyone has, I'm still just the new guy."

*tricity sighed and sat against the back of the bed as the docprof finished giving her an exam and went into his office for paperwork.*
"Whitmore works for the government, so finding any information on him is a very difficult task. Charles tried to get a lock on him to try and figure out where his base is held, but for whatever reason he can't find him. I was going to try and visit with Xavier for more information about Whitmore. We'll have to heighten our security too...But for now, the world will end unless I get downstairs and supervise those cooking dinner. Care to join me?"
*she asked, standing slowly.*
"Promise I'll stay off my feet though."

Daria had run back to her room to get her laptop on which she had an in depth record of militants and mutant bounty hunters. She had done research, alot of research, and had managed to acquire a connection with someone who could help with all of her offical documents. Having been unable to get signitures of family members to sign for insurance and school record Daria had developed ways to avoid tight situations. Including being discovered by any officials who were 'anti mutant.' Her laptop, therefore held her strongest weapon; information. She teleported to the infirmary door after putting the laptop in her bag.

She could see Tricity and Mike, tired but still alright. She debated about interrupting their conversation, which seemed important but she had to make sure everyone was okay..and she really wanted to know what happened. She absent mindedly teleported right inside, concentrating so intently on Mike that she triggered her powers and appeared right beside him.

Mike jumped at the sudden teleport, but smiled after the initial shock wore off. "I was wondering where you got off to," he said with a happy sigh as he put an arm around her waist. "Care to join me in making sure that she stays off her feet like the Doc ordered while she oversees dinner, or whatever her excuse for leaving the infirmary is?"

*tricity put her hands on her hips.*
"Oh come on. That's a big step for me! I'm working my way to total relaxation soon enough, ok? Then I'll be a lazy bum and all of you can tend to my every need!"
*she said jokingly and started walking for the door.*
"Let's go...I can sense they've already started arguing about who is gonna make what tonight."

Daria smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, sure. I heard that crazy racket outside but the kids are all doing fine. They're in the living room palying. They're so well behaved..I think they like me." she shrugged. "Or maybe just my tail." she laughed.

"So...who's gonna tell me what went on out there?"

"Before or after the part where all the soldiers started shooting at me?" Mike asked, giving her a peck back. "Some psychotic general came, trying to bully Ms. Tipper around for information. They didn't like being told 'no,' so they started firing, and, forgive my lack of modesty, I kicked their asses. Then some lady showed up that had been hired to kill Ms. Tipper, and we all kicked her ass. Then we ended up here."

He shrugged, "That's the gist of it, really."

Daria laughed even though the situation was anything but humorous, but Mike's behavior was just so very typical of that of a teenage boy that she couldn't help but be humored. Moments when she saw his inner child brought her joy and assurance that his mind wasn't constantly troubled like she feared.

"Wow. Who was the man who got off the helicoptor..he looks familiar..."

"Some asshole named Whitmore. A general, I guess." Mike shrugged. Truth be told, he was still shaken up by all the events of the day, but the adrenaline high hadn't completely worn off yet.

Daria made a mental note, then realized it was pointless since Mike could read her mind. But she did so anyways because it was still more private there and she didn't want to raise suspicion from Tricity.

General Whitmore

"Does he come here often..more importantly, will we have to deal with him again?"

"Sadly, we probably will. I probably put myself on his permanent shit list, too... almost killed him, and then I... ah... rewired his emotions a little bit..." Mike stiffled a laugh at the thought, "Let's just say that right now he's REALLY fond of drinking fountains."

"And not to scare anyone, but I'm told he's looking for a mystic stone or something that will let him have complete control over anyone he can implant with another stone... so he can make an army of mind-controlled mutants."

Daria's face grew serious for a moment. This was slightly unbelievable..the stuff you hear about in comics.

Are you serious? what kind of sicko..? Her hand traveled to her bag as she thought of her laptop. She wondered what kind of information she had on whitmore.