God. Damn. It.

[xp_wildchild]

Sooooo sick. Why didn't anyone tell me I couldn't eat chocolate anymore?!

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[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Jesus, is THAT what you've been doing in the bathroom for the past hour? Maybe you're allergic or something.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Never was before. I think its a mutant thing.

This bites. Hard.

I swear to God, if I find out I can't have pizza, I'm going home and biting my dad on the ass.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Your dad's ass is an acceptable substitute for pizza? Remind me not to go to your family reunions.

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[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Not like I'll be going to any anytime soon.

But I mean in the whole this mutant thing's my dad's fault anyway. Or so some guy told me in the rec room the other day.

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[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. Good old John-John strikes again. Hate to break it to you, Kyle, but John's got all the scientific knowledge of a marshmallow. He likes to talk out of his ass. To my knowledge (and while I know more than John, I know much less than, say, Doc Mactaggart, who'd really be the person to ask), it could have just as likely been your mom that passed it on to you. *shrug*

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, now that's just wrong.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

You're tellin' me.

At least I"m not barfing anymore. I feel like crap though.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

See, now I'm at a loss, because usually I prescribe chocolate for people who feel like crap. (Which is why I'm not a doctor. That, and the part where I'm seventeen.)

Tried yourself on Twinkies yet? I've got this recipe for deep-fried Twinkies I'd like to try, if you wanna keep a lookout for Lorna in case she still thinks that's defiling her kitchen.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Not trying it. Don't much feel like puking again if its all junk food that makes me barf.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Talk to Doc MacTaggart, maybe, if you can catch her sometime when she's free--she's an expert on all this wacky mutant stuff, I bet she'll be able to figure out what you can't eat.

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[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

James Madrox if I catch you feeding that poor boy deep-fried Twinkies, you, me and your closest dupes will be having a very, very long talk.

Followed up by an examination.

For all of you.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

They're good!

If you have them once a year.

And that's your whole lunch.

And you never ever eat more than one at a time because then you kinda hurl.

But they're tasty, anyway. Classic state fair food.

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[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I'm not touching those! They scare me!

Oh dear.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

Seems to me it's time to play Wheel of Food. Once you've stopped getting sick, Kyle, come down to my office and I'll take a look at you. And then it's probably off to the grocery store with you.

Re: Oh dear.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I stopped being sick a while ago once I figured out it was the candy making me barf.

Um. Dr. Moira? The grocery store might be a problem. Still no shoes.

Re: Oh dear.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

I'm very scary when I'm determined, Kyle, have no fear about shoes or lack there of. Besides, _you_ won't be buying anything, I will. (Or, well, Professor Xaviers shiny credit card will be.)

Re: Oh dear.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

You're engaged to Nate. You have to be scary, because he's scary and he likes you.

But I'm just saying, if the grocery people have a cow over the feet, its not my fault. Not sure whose fault it is anymore, but its not mine!!!

Re: Oh dear.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

If the grocery people have a cow, I'll simply have a very nice, very rational discussion with them. They'll leave you alone after I'm done with them.

Re: Oh dear.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

When you figure out his food needs, let me know and I'll add it to the (somewhat insane) database I've got of who can eat what so I can do the grocery shopping. Though if you tell anyone I'm being organized about this I'll deny it.

Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

But it looks like yes, your mutation is responsible for this one. Your digestive system has altered a bit. Chocolate's the big no-no, but you should probably keep away from too much sugar as well. If your stomach's still bothering you, we've got some stuff here that'll help. Just come down - if you don't see me right away, give me a yell. There's a good chance I'm napping in the supply closet or something. *grins*

Re: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-kylun.livejournal.com]

I have something of a similar reaction myself; chocolate I can manage without much difficulty, in small amounts--we had it, very rarely, at the monastery. Too much sugar, however, makes me ill.

Re: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dr. Moira said it was the caffiene and the sugar.

Which means no chocolate, no soda, no coffee - I can live with that one, because its -gross- and dude, do you have the same mutation thing I do with fangs and claws and stuff???

Re: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-kylun.livejournal.com]

Something similar, perhaps, although mine is almost completely skin-deep. I have fur, and sharp teeth, and clawlike nails, but my mutation does not affect my strength or agility.

I'm sorry we have not yet been introduced, either in person or on this system. I am Kylun, one of the teachers here.

Re: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

*nods* It seems to be a part of the avatavistic mutations. Aspirin's usually also a problem - Kyle, remember that, will you? - for the same reasons sugar is; the digestive system changes to accomodate a different diet, usually one high in animal protein.

Re: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo...

[x-kylun.livejournal.com]

Yes, I always was given extra meat in my meals at the monastery, and still it was not enough for my taste. I very much like the sheer variety available here, however, and Lorna knows so many wonderful ways to prepare meat.