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Pietro had seen that statue in Scott's office. Few people knew it, but Pietro was a pretty good admirer of art. When your world moves fast, you have lots of time for hobbies.

But that statue... it didn't seem right just being hidden away on a desk. No, in fact, it looks like something that would be great at the bottom of the grand staircase... ornaments on the railings, you know the type.

Of course, it was something that while he could probably do well enough on his own, it was always good to share the ~~blame~~ fun.

Which was why Mike would be getting an e-mail in his inbox.

To: Mike
From: Pietro

Subject: Do you like art?

Mike,

You know, we don't hang out that often. I was thinking that perhaps you'd enjoy this nice art exhibt that I've discovered. I think that you'll find the subject very revealing, and might get some inspiration.

Pietro

PS - Did you ever get any fallout from Scott's credit cards when he and Emma were chibified? They haven't said a thing to me at all...

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"Uh-oh."

"We're dead... might as well finish this so we have a purpose to our deaths."

"Good point." Bounds across the room and pokes at the computer terminal until it gives him blueprints of the house and gardens. "Clearly we should put some here and here, and there, and a trail down and around there and up there and how many do we have?" He looks around. "Right, and finish off there! Excellent!"

"Got it. I'll do the house, you get the rest to the gardens and I'll meet you there. that way we can get the hell out of dodge once we're done." he picked up a handful.

"Good plan." Searches his pockets, pulls out his X-Palm, takes a snapshot of the big pile of Emma statues, "for posterity", and then telekinetically snags the rest and flies out to arrange them in the gardens.

Pietro's off and running, putting them all over the mansion, getting the original back on Scott's desk while avoiding Scott and Emma in the hallway, hiding two spare ones in a secret panal in his room for "later", and even getting one at the top of the Christmas Tree to replace the Santa... but of course putting the hat on the statue, before meeting Mike in the gardens.

Emmas line the basketball court, loop around the pool, spiral up the rise and decorate the pagoda on top of which Mike is sitting, taking photos.

Pietro saunters over, sitting down.

"You know, I'm afraid of what Emma and Scott are going to plan in revenge... so I'm glad you're getting photos to back us up later."

"It does seem odd that she hasn't blasted us with her brain yet," Mike says, uploading the photos to Fred's mainframe. "Perhaps she was just yelling earlier because, um. Aliens were invading again, or something?"

The school bell rings the start of recess. Mike grins, waiting for people to notice the statues.

Pietro watches as well. "Or she was mad at whatever Rachael was doing."

Because they were innocent, right?

The kids walked out, saw the statues... saw Pietro and Mike sitting under them... and started to snicker.

"Well, that's not the response that I was hoping for..."

Mike pouts. "I was expecting a bit more than that!" He sighs. "You know, it could just be that Ms. Emma wears so little ordinarily that they've all just become immune to the outrageous. ...we should've fitted them with speakers so they sang Christmas jingles."

"I put a santa hat on the one I stuck on top of the holiday tree," Pietro shrugged, then watched as two of the boys pointed at them from the side and made kissy faces.

"Hey Mike... I have a very bad feeling about this. It reminds me of the time my sister used her powers to morph a statue in Manhattan to look like me and laughed as pigeons flew down and covered me."

"Is this the local love nest now? 'cause everyone used to go up to highwater ridge for their make out spot."

He frowns and pokes a statue.

"Looks like Emma to me. Does it look like Emma to you?"

"Looks like Emma to me." Pietro pondered. "You want to go ask them, or me?"

ooc: can i tell you, I enjoy playing with you, scott and emma muns. the best rp'ers are the ones who can make fun of their own pups ;)

"...lets both go!"

Mike is curious. By which we mean, 'we'd call it paranoia if there wasn't really someone out to get him'.

XD

"Works for me."

He walked towards the two kids that were making kissy faces. They saw the older mutants approaching and turned to leave, but Pietro was faster and cut them off.

"Afternoon boys."

"Like the statues?" Mike asks cheerfully.

The kids try not to look at each other but fail and promptly set each other off, cracking up laughing.

"What?" Mike frowns. "What?"

"How long did you two have to pose like that to get the statue done?" one boy asked Mike, and the other burst out laughing.

Pietro looked at Mike before the kids. "Ok, let's pretend it's art class. Look at this statue and tell us what you see."

"Porn!"

Mike looks at the statue. "Okay. I suppose. Although if that's your idea of porn, it's a bit tame." He frowns. "Hey, hang on a minute, wait, what? 'You two'? ...is this a really subtle way of calling us boobs?"

"If we wanted to see boobs, we'd look at Ms. Frost." The first kid stated, then grabbed the arm of the second kid.

"Have fun finding the mistletoe!" the second kid stated, and the two ran away.

Pietro looked at the statue, then Mike. "Emma has to have a hand in this..."

"But it is Ms. Emma," Mike calls after them, waving the statue. "What are you talking about?"

But they're gone.

"I don't get it."

"Neither do I." PIetro looked over at a young girl who was staring at the statue, then back at the two of them. "Give me a second."

He walked over to her, smiling. "Good afternoon."

The girl jumped, blushing. "Mister Maximoff... I didn't realize you were here."

You were staring at me... you were well aware "So, what do you think of the statue?"

She blushed. "Well, I didn't realize that you and your friend were that open in your relationship."

Pietro's eyes widened. "What?"

"Well, you two look like a great couple, but I don't see why you felt the need to decorate the mansion to that fact." She shrugged. "I didn't even think you were that way, seeing you have a wife and daughter."

"Ok... I have to ask... what does these statues look like to you? When I look at them, I see Emma Frost."

"That's not Ms. Frost," she stated. "It's you and your friend making out."

Pietro's face paled to match his hair. "I'll be right back."

He went back to Mike. "It's Emma." he tossed the statue to Mike, and felt a very strong need suddenly to shower.

"Well, of course it's Emma," Mike says, confused, mostly because he wasn't really listening during any of that. "I'm pretty sure that goes without saying."

"Ok, I can understand the revenge... but I really don't want to know WHY she even is imaging the two of us naked and making out..."

"She's whatting the what now?!"

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