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Post by Kappa on Jun 26, 2022 3:19:48 GMT
A teenager is a teenager no matter the circumstances, no matter their position in life. They are who they are. And with that in mind...
(Celeste)
It's just a normal morning for Celeste Frost...
BUSY.
(Irma)
It's just your average morning for Irma Summers...
BORING.
(Phoebe)
It's just another night for Phoebe Grey-Frost...
ANNOYING.
(All)
But that's life as the clone daughter of Emma Frost, one of the world's most powerful telepaths...
(Celeste)
Working at a cafe in M-Town.
"Pick up the pace, mija!" A Plump Blonde, pot belly wrapped tight in a blue apron, claps at her daughter as they open up shop.
Celeste stands at the grill, bacon sizzling, pancake batter bubbling at the top, and sausage links browning, tired and in dire need of a cigarette.
But if her mom ever caught wind to that addiction, there'd be a slipper to the back of her pretty, little head for sure!
(Irma)
The Head Mistress of Xavier Memorial.
"Is that what you're wearing, darling?" A Posh Brit, blonde hair in an updo, dressed elegantly in a white gown, judges her daughter with a mimosa in hand.
"... It's the school uniform" Irma points out. A checkered skirt with a black blazer and red tie with a yellow X. An outfit her mother approved for all students to wear.
"Red is not your color." Emma shakes her head.
Irma grits her teeth. Who the hell can deal with an arrogant lush at 6 in god damned the morning?!
(Phoebe)
The Prime Minister of Genosha.
"You're overreacting, sweetheart." A Mature Blonde in a blue pantsuit awkwardly smiles, emphasizing the wrinkles around her lips.
Phoebe, dressed in a blue sweater, shakes her head in disbelief.
"Mama, Mom... Mom cheated on you!"
Emma nods.
"I know... but it wasn't out of lust..." Emma sighs. "Your mother just... well... she just really wanted another baby."
Phoebe sighs. She loves her Mama, but she's such a doormat when it comes to Jean!
(All)
Such is the life of Three-In-One. Three bodies, one mind, three earths, one difficult mother!
-Continue with Celeste's POV
-Continue with Irma's POV
-Continue with Phoebe's POV
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Post by phoenix10 on Jun 26, 2022 23:13:01 GMT
Phoebe ☺️
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Post by Kappa on Jun 26, 2022 23:51:31 GMT
(Phoebe)
Jean is an amazing, nurturing mother. Her children always her number one priority. A pear shaped woman with wide hips and a rear to match, a sweet, motherly voiced as soft as honey, her looks pair with her personality to a tee.
But when it comes to the misses, unfortunately...
"Did you want another baby?" Phoebe asks her mama with crossed arms.
"..." Emma lowers her head, lying to her telepathic daughter a challenge in more ways than one.
Phoebe shakes her head.
"Without your consent, Mom had an affair with some guy from New York?"
"Technically, he is the father of most your sisters, sweetie." Emma points out. Her knowledge, someone, making it so much worse!
"Mama!"
"I know... I just... of course I'm mad! Of course! She's is my partner, she needs to include me in important decisions like having another baby--"
"And sleeping with a man." Phoebe speak stoically.
"... That too." Emma frowns. "... Sweetie, I know you think I should..." Emma winces with a fast beating heart. "I know you think I should leave Jean.... But, I just can't! I love her! Jean and you girls are my whole world and I just..." Emma starts to sniff.
Phoebe rolls her eyes. Why is Emma putting herself in this situation?! It's ridiculous!
And that's when a thought comes to mind...
"How many times has she done this?" Phoebe ponders.
"..." Emma clicks her tongue.
"Wow." Phoebe laughs, an answer confirmed without saying a word! "Mama, I love you, but you need to grow a spine and do something about this! I don't know if I can respect you if you let Mom get away with it again and again!"
Emma hunches. She just doesn't know what to do!
-Continue with Celeste's POV
-Continue with Irma's POV
-Continue with Phoebe's POV
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Post by Esme Frost on Jun 27, 2022 10:51:54 GMT
What's Irma up to?
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Post by Kappa on Jun 27, 2022 21:59:21 GMT
Irma sits on a cot inside the Janitor's closet with a mop bucket to her right, a lit joint in her slender hands, and the custodian, a beefy, slobbish woman known throughout the school as Big Mean Jean, coughing up a storm to her left.
"Yer mama's gonna be awfully pissed if she finds out yer doing stuff like this, kiddo!" Big Mean Jean continues to cough, her eyes red, her chin doubled, her breasts resting pretty atop a a flabby gut with wide hips and a rear to match.
Hesitant, Jean couldn't say no to 50 bucks. That'll do her good the next time she hits up StarkMart!
"Like I care." Irma snickers. "Hey, got any snacks?"
Big Mean Jean chuckles, still hacking up a lung.
"Do I gots snacks?! Sweet Biscuits and baked beans, girlie, course I do!" Jean playfully slaps her belly to emphasize what a ridiculous question that was!
Big Mean Jean hoists her body upwards, grunting loudly as her belly jiggles, her hips slapping Irma in the head.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, darlin'!" Jean frowns, waddling towards her utility cart, she snags a large tin at the bottom. As it metallically rings open, Irma is in awe at all the treats.
Snicker Bites, Twix Nuggets, Dorito Nibbles, Recess Peanut Butterballs, the list goes on and one with cheesy, sugary, and spicy tastes that explain all too well why Jean is the biggest gal on campus!
"Bitch, you're super cool." Irma smirks, genuinely impressed.
Jean smiles.
"Well ain't you just the sweetest little thing." Big Mean Jean can't resist pinching Irma's cheek. "And yer the spittin image of yer mama at 16! Sweet Corn in July, if this room could talk!"
... Maybe it's because Irma is stoned out of her mind... but the janitor's subtle little remark about having a sexual relationship with her mom, a married woman, a very conservative, very prudish one at that, flew right passed Irma's ears!
"Got any Hot Pockets?" Irma asks.
Jean laughs. Of course she does!
-Continue with Celeste's POV
-Continue with Irma's POV
-Continue with Phoebe's POV
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Post by phoenix10 on Jun 28, 2022 21:00:32 GMT
Let's see more from Irma!
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Post by Kappa on Jun 28, 2022 22:52:26 GMT
"Your mother means well." Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, assures his adopted daughter as they enjoy a small little dinner at a small steak house in town.
Very rarely does Scott do things like this with Irma and she couldn't be more suspicious. She was also high as a kite and worried he knew... But Scott wasn't exactly the best at paying attention. It took him two years to figure out when Irma had braces!
"She picked out the uniforms how is it my fault red isn't my color?"
"Sweetie, don't be so upset about this." Scott places a hand atop Irma's shoulders. "Your eyes are so red, have you been crying all day about this?"
Irma's eyes lit up, quivering lightly, she takes a good minute to respond.
"... Yes."
Scott frowns.
"That's just how she is." Scott reasons. "But she loves you... even if she doesn't show it well."
A steak with a baked potato is set in front of Scott, a fish sandwich with fried in front of Irma. As Irma lifts her greasy treat upward, it finally dawns on her what's going on.
"... Are... are you and mom..."
Scott sips on a glass of coke, Irma drops her jaw. Either Jean's weed is amazing, or a wave of anxiety at that very moment made time stop for a brief second.
"Yes, we're getting divorced."
... Irma honestly thought they were going on a family vacation to the Kentucky Derby, something horrible and boring. Again, she's pretty high!
"I love your mom." Scott sighs. "And I love you, Irma. I'm still your father... but I just can't be her husband anymore... Not with that janitor around." Scott mumbles his last sentence.
"... What?" Irma raises a puzzled brow.
"Nothing." Scott grimaced. "Just uh... don't blame your mother for this. People aren't always right for each other and, sometimes, it takes a lot to figure that out."
Again, Irma is very high and is incapable of piecing together the obvious!
-Continue with Celeste's POV
-Continue with Irma's POV
-Continue with Phoebe's POV
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Post by phoenix10 on Jun 29, 2022 11:40:38 GMT
After dinner, Scott drove Irma back to the Institute but decided to stay in a motel himself.
"It's for the best," Scott assured his adopted daughter with a sad smile. "We've...we've been fighting a lot."
Irma felt even more oblivious. Fighting? She hadn't heard them fighting. Scott and her mom were always so perfect together. How had she missed so much?
With her high slowly ebbing away, Irma climbed the stairs to the top of the building, where the Headmistress' suite was. She hated that she had to live with her mom and soon to be ex-step father when her friends all got to room together. But, she did have more space than they did which was a plus.
As Irma thought about her family's changing future, she dug the key out of her bag and began to turn the handle to the suite. The door swung open and Irma nearly fell back in surprise and disgust. There, on the couch, surrounded by sweet smelling candles and Twinkie wrappers, was none other than Mean Jean, naked as the day she was born, with Headmistress Frost between her legs. When the door creaked open, Irma's mother quickly sat up and covered her large breasts with her hands as best she could. There was a streak of something wet on her chin.
"I-Irma?" Emma stuttered nervously. "This isn't what --"
Irma simply backed away, closed the door behind her, and slumped against the wall in the hallway. Her parents were getting divorced. Her mom was sleeping with the fat janitor...who was a woman. And Irma was failing Calculus. No wonder she relied on weed so much!
- Continue with Celeste - Continue with Phoebe - Continue with Irma
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Post by Kappa on Jun 29, 2022 12:51:05 GMT
Celeste sits on a tacky green couch, elbows on her knees, hands on her head, eyes wide, in shock at what she'd witnessed.
"Mija, are you okay?" Emma, wrapped in an ill-fitting white robe, questions as she sits to her daughter's left, grunting loudly, the couch cushion sinking by her weight.
"... My principal?" Celeste questions.
"Well, I call her Jeannie, but... sỉ." Emma smiles awkwardly.
Hands down, Celeste falls to the back of the couch.
"What the hell, mom. How... does Logan know?!"
Emma bites her lower lips.
"Logan and I have always been... what's the word in English?" Emma clicks her tongue. <"In an open relationship."> Emma finishes her thought in Spanish.
"Okay, I didn't need to know that." Celeste shakes her head. "And I especially didn't need to know what my principal's bare ass looked like!"
"... Well, I did." Emma smirks.
Celeste wants to be happy for her mom. She works so hard, she deserves to play hard as well... but nobody wants to see their mom have sex!
- Continue with Celeste - Continue with Phoebe - Continue with Irma
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Post by phoenix10 on Jun 29, 2022 13:53:55 GMT
"I am so sorry about all of that, Celeste."
The young blonde looked up and met the kind but sharp green eyes of her school's principal. Ms. Grey...formerly Mrs. Summers. She was a bit younger than her mom and a bit thinner, though her ass was globular in shape and gave her a distinct pear silhouette. Celeste was currently trying to forget how it jiggled when her mother hit it with a firm hand.
Jean sat down next to Emma and immediately put a hand on the blonde's fatty knee. "We wanted to tell you officially next week. Things have been so up in the air...I have to tell my girls as well."
Celeste knew that Jean herself had three kids with her former husband -- all girls. Her oldest, Rachel, was Celeste's age.
"This is a lot," Celeste said without meeting either Emma or Jean's eyes. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life and yet the two adults in front of her seemed less rattled. They honestly just seemed happy to be in the same room together. It was nice, seeing her mother that happy. Even if she had never pegged her as bisexual.
"I know, and we apologize for that. Since we met at that PTA night, it's like we've been teens in love again," Jean giggled, locking eyes with the fat blonde. Celeste nearly gagged. They were cute, sure, but that was her mom!
"Though, you need to learn Spanish, mi amor," Emma replied with a grin and then said, in Spanish, "<The sooner the better!>"
"I know, I know. You can teach me." They kissed and Celeste turned away, her cheeks enflamed.
"Er...good for you. I guess." Celeste grabbed her bag and slipped out of her mom's office. She still couldn't believe she caught her having sex at work! The diner should be off-limits for that sort of thing. They have a kids menu for crying out loud!
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Post by Kappa on Jun 29, 2022 22:23:15 GMT
Phoebe Grey-Frost, dressed in a blue school blazer, sits inside a rather risqué establishment for a teenage girl.
A Genoshan version of Hooters known as Stormy's.
"Okay, so that's one buffalo deep dish pizza with an order of cheese sticks and a coke?" A Young Redhead, 22 years old, wrapped tight in a white tank top which read Stormy's over her bouncy bosom and a pair of hot pink short shorts over here sharply legs and juicy bubble butt. "Is that all?"
"I'd also like your ear, Big Sis." Phoebe sighs, sipping on her coke with a paper straw.
Rachel Grey-Frost, the eldest daughter of the Grey-Frost Family, working at Stormy's was definitely a negative for the Prime Minister of a country... but Emma's people knew how to spin that pretty well in the last election. A hard working, beautiful young woman who works hard and is vital to the economy.
It's amazing how many votes that aided!
Rachel sits down in front of Phoebe, flipping her hair to the left.
"Sure, I need a break anyway." Rachel smiles. "What's up, Pheebs?"
(Irma)
"Yeah, no shit, Irma." Rachel Logan laughs as she openly breastfeeds her blue skinned infant. "Your mom and my mom have been off and on since before I was born!"
Irma looks at the school lunch lady, shaking her head in disbelief. How did she not figure that out?!
"Apparently my mom finally gave the ole bitch an ultimatum." Rachel laughs. "A ring on her finger or she's out the door. Your mom finally caved."
"... They're getting married?"
"Yep."
"... My mom?"
"Yep."
"Your mom?"
"Mhmm."
"..." Irma blinks erratically.
(Celeste)
"This is crazy!" Celeste stands inside her classmate's dorm room.
Rachel, laying on her twin sized mattress resting on the left wall, rolls her eyes as Emma sets a box down on the right.
"Relax, Mija. It's just... well... it is better this way. You'll be closer to school and--"
"I'm sorry, wait... how long were you planning this?"
"..."
"Mom!"
Emma waddles off to the hallway to grab more of Celeste's boxes.
"My mom can do so better than your mom." Rachel speaks coldly before popping a bubblegum bubble.
Celeste shakes her head. How did this shit happen in a day?!
-Continue with Celeste's POV
-Continue with Irma's POV
-Continue with Phoebe's POV
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Post by phoenix10 on Jun 30, 2022 16:02:27 GMT
Phoebe nervously pushed her straw around in her drink. "It's Mom..."
Rachel cocked a brow. "Is she pregnant again? Jeez, what is that, eight?"
"Seven," Phoebe corrected. "But still...a lot. And the worst part is, she didn't even tell Mama. She just...she just slept with Scott Summers to get pregnant."
Phoebe expected her sister to get upset -- as upset as she'd been when she found out. But Rachel did the exact opposite. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, lit one, and shrugged her slight shoulders. "Okay? I mean, she's done that tons of times. That's kinda why we're here. I don't think Mama even wanted kids. She just wanted to be Prime Minister."
Phoebe blinked. She really hadn't anticipated that kind of answer. "No...that's not true..."
"Pheebs, you're young. When you get older, you'll realize how obvious all this stuff is. Look, we're lucky to have parents who love each other, right? So what if Mom occasionally has sex with men."
Phoebe made a face at that. She didn't like imaging her Mom having sex with anyone -- let alone a man!
"Because it's wrong," Phoebe shot back. "And it's going to get out to the press. If Mom costs Mama the election..."
Once again, Rachel shrugged. "Who cares? Phoebe, you gotta focus on your own life. You're old enough that the stuff Mom and Mama do doesn't really matter."
"They're still my parents. OUR parents," Phoebe replied.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Rachel asked as she took a long drag from her cigarette. "Or a girlfriend?"
Phoebe's light complexion darkened to a fierce red. "Can I please just have my pizza now."
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Post by Kappa on Jun 30, 2022 20:33:30 GMT
(Phoebe)
It's tough being a mutant teenager, Phoebe thought as she walks down the street with a bag of leftover's in her left hand..
(Irma)
Especially when your mind is connected with two other girls in two separate universes.
Irma giggles at that thought as she smokes a bowl with her school's lunch lady, a single mother, a powerful mutant, with bloodshot eyes and a smirk on her face.
"So what's it like being in three places at once?" Rachel questions while spraying canned cheese on a fried chicken drumstick. Like her mama, Rachel will likely be a very, very big gal.
"Weed helps." Irma laughs. "Still, it's just..."
(Celeste)
"A lot." Celeste explains to her new roommate, Rachel. "My mom knows I struggle sometimes. One minute, I could swear I'm the daughter of the Prime Minister of Genosha--"
"Wasn't that island like destroyed thirty years ago?"
Celeste shakes her head.
"Not when I'm Phoebe. And that's my point, it's so real. Every moment on that island. Every second in Salem Center." Celeste sighs. "And when I'm Irma, I'm just so tired of being what my expects of me. You know? It's... it's amazing how different the exact same person can be in different point of view."
"Wow... your powers suck." Rachel laughs.
"I know." Celeste sighs.
(Phoebe)
"I just wish my parents got that." Phoebe shakes her head as she stands outside the gate of her family's mansion.
She looks at a distance to see her mom, dressed in green overalls with a big yellow sun hat, her big rear shaking as she kneels on the dirt, happily planting flowers with Phoebe's younger siblings.
"I just wish they understood." Phoebe sighs.
But that's life as a teenager. Regardless if you're three-in-one. It's awkward time where very few people get your struggles.
(All)
... And with that in mind, at the very least, Irma, Celeste, and Phoebe all have someone out there that actually gets it. And that helps a little.
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