* DISCLAIMER * This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involving characters created and owned by Marvel Comics Group. * WRITTEN BY * Samy Merchi * ARCHIVED AT * http://mash.yok.utu.fi/corona.html * STARRING * GENERATION X in **************** * THANKSGIVING * **************** * AND STARRING * Pugsley Addams as Tristan Brawn *** The Massachusetts Academy, New England. Late November. Snow had fallen, and covered the grounds of the prestigious campus in whiteness. A few wisps of steam emerged from one of the open windows of the gymnasium building. "God, the heat gets out quick", Paige Guthrie said as she turned off the shower and walked over to the ventilation window, closing it and then strolling over to the bench from whence she picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself. "Toldja not to open the window", Jubilation Lee gloated as she fastened her own towel around herself and sniffed the air as she started heading towards the sauna. "Wow, it smells like turkey in here, guys." "Doubtless some of the boys have once again heated up food on the hot stones of the stove", Monet St Croix stated. "I suppose we should be thankful we have been spared the odor of beer that seems to permeate the sauna every Thursday morning." "Oh mah GAWD!" Paige screamed as she opened the door to the sauna, her eyes widening as they locked onto a form sitting on the highest bench. "It's TRISTAN!" "Whaddayaknow, I was right", Jubilee commented off-handedly. Monet quirked an eyebrow as she looked over Paige's shoulder towards the boy sitting on the top bench, his head slumped forward and skin turned a lovely well-cooked shade. "He must have fallen asleep in the wrong place", she noted. "Buh-- buh-- buh--" Paige stuttered, staring at Tristan in shock. Jubilee climbed over to the top bench and poked at Tristan with a finger. Receiving no apparent reaction, she pinched him on the arm, and blinked at the yielding sensation. She tugged a bit, and pulled off a bit of the skin that came off easily, revealing the steaming pink meat underneath. "Whoa", she said, and looked towards Paige, dangling the piece of skin in front of the Kentucky farmgirl's eyes. "Hungry?" "EEEEEWWWW!" Paige half-screamed. "What??" Jubilee blinked. "As much face as you guys've been sucking, I thought ya *liked* the taste!" The corners of Monet's mouth twitched minutely. "We'd best inform Ms Frost of this development while he remains intact." She held a slight pause. "We'd best hurry. The food at the mess hall has been substandard these past few weeks." "EEEEEWWWW!" Paige repeated. Jubilee snickered slightly as she hopped down from the top bench back onto the floor. "Yeah well, Emma'd better get Irish to drag this turkey out of here and into the kitchen for stuffing. I'm not sharing my sauna time with Toasted Brawn..." she said as she followed the two other girls out of the sauna. *** "-- I thought it best to inform you immediately so you could take whatever measures you deem appropriate --" Monet spoke as she walked beside Emma Frost thru the shower room and towards the sauna. "Well done", Emma nodded to Monet's words, and upon hearing a gasp behind her, glanced over her shoulder at Paige who had a shocked look on her face. Emma quirked an eyebrow, and her mouth twitched slightly. "Good thinking, I mean", she said. "Naturally", Monet nodded, and opened the sauna door, letting Emma walk in before following the white-clad headmistress into the hot room. Emma tucked her riding crop underneath her arm as she surveyed the form sitting on the top bench with a quirked eyebrow and a thoughtful expression. Then, she looked to Monet. "Where is Tristan?" "Urp." A bone flew out of Penance's mouth.