"You know, the two of you didn't have to come out to the lighthouse if you didn't want to." Rachel noted, glancing over her shoulder as Logan muttered something mildly obscene.
"You'd already woken us up to ask..." Josh muttered defensively, even as they reached the front door of the lighthouse.
Kurt, for his part, turned about with an amused grin that was a bit too awake to not annoy Josh, though Logan seemed more well-adjusted to his early morning mannerisms. They'd reached the door of the place at this point, and the Elf quite happily threw it open.
"Well we're here...so you two can stop complaining. It's not as if we're going to have a very strenuous look around..." Kurt noted...and, though he opened his mouth to speak again, he was cut off by a bright flash and a hissing roar. For a moment, everything went black around the five...
And, when they awoke, they were greeted by the most ungodly sound of all: the high pitched squeeling of pre-teen fangirls.
They were, apparently, sprawled out on the various uncomfortable, plastic chairs of a department store's entrance. This in itself was only mildly annoying and a bit confusing.
The real problem was the customers who had noticed them.
"Oh my God, it's Hugh Jackman!" someone off to the side exclaimed...and, in a moment, the five had been swarmed by a handful of people. At first, apparently, they were interested in a case of mistaken celebrity identity...but, in a moment, their surprise increased greatly.
"Are those real wings?!"
"That one really has fangs!"
"And that one's eyes!"
One, who had apparently not gotten past being star-struck, noted towards a baffled Logan, "I just loved you in The Boy from Oz..."
Things went downhill from there. A nervous Kurt skittered up the wall a bit...drawing a gasp from the crowd...and Rachel, who had woken up a bit later than the others, tossed a few gawking fans away telekinetically in surprise.
And then the security guard, who was apparently not so much a fan, rushed in, answering the call of distant yelps. Fortunately, mall-cops don't have guns...and he was stuck going for his handheld radio, to call for additional rent-a-cops. The moment he had it out, Logan's claws followed, slicing it in half.
That pretty much convinced most of them that he, in fact, wasn't Hugh Jackman. In fact, it erupted a bit of panic...and, as people ran screaming, Kurt leaned over, noting in his friend's ear with a wicked grin, "I bet you were a bit more polite in The Boy from Oz..."
"Don't push it, Elf..." the Canadian growled, as Josh and Rachel settled down in their chairs with a collective sigh...and, as if sensing that the band had faced all the excitement it could take for the day, the flash from not so long ago made its reappearance...and soon enough, the lot of them were sprawled on the floor of the Lighthouse basement.
Kurt was the first up, and he simply shot the rest of his friends a rueful grin. "I guess Rachel and I forgot to mention the dimensional annex bit, ja?"
"Could be." Josh glared, his wings pressed uncomfortably on the floor where he lay.