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Stepford Cuckoos     The Stepford Cuckoos are gathered outside of the X-Mansion, the early evening sun, casting a soft glow over their impeccably styled forms. A tripod-mounted phone captures the scene, its camera trained on the sisters as they move with synchronized grace, each showcasing their unique take on modern fashion for their eager followers.

    Esme, always the boldest, takes center stage. She's wearing a sleek, black leather blazer over a scarlet silk camisole, paired with fitted trousers and sharp stiletto heels. Her voice is confident as she addresses the camera. "Ok Hive, take notes. Power dressing isn't just about looking good---it's about owning the room. Confidence is key, and a little leather never hurts."

    Phoebe steps into the frame next, striking a pose in her edgy ensemble: a distressed denim jacket adorned with metal studs, a graphic crop top, and a pleated tartan mini skirt paired with combat boots. She flips her hair dramatically and smirks at the camera. "Listen up, fashion rebels. It's all about controlled chaos. A little edge, a little attitude---just like me. Don't be afraid to make a statement, even if it's louder than you are."

    Irma offers a soft smile as she glides into the shot in an ethereal, off-the-shoulder dress in a delicate pastel hue, paired with strappy heels. Her voice is sweet but polished. "And for those who prefer a more romantic touch, simplicity and flow are your best friends. Always remember, elegance doesn't shout---it whispers."

    Sophie takes her turn, adjusting the sleeves of her tailored white blazer over a chic blouse, tucked into perfectly pressed trousers. Her gold accessories catch the light as she speaks with calm authority. "For the modern minimalist, it's all about clean lines and timeless pieces. Less is always more, but the key is quality over quantity. Every piece should make a statement."

    Finally, Celeste, who's manning the phone, steps briefly into frame to give her own spin. She's dressed in a tailored jumpsuit with an asymmetrical neckline, her hair slicked back into a neat bun. "And remember, presentation is everything. What's the point of dressing to kill if you don't capture it the right way? Lighting, angles, and confidence, people."

    They move back together as Esme gestures toward the phone with a smirk. "Now, darlings, comment below whose look speaks to you the most. Spoiler alert: it's mine."

    The sisters laugh lightly, their rapport seamless as they engage their audience, waiting for the flood of comments and likes to pour in. Their dynamic is vibrant and magnetic, each sister bringing her unique flair to the feed while maintaining the effortless synchronization that defines them.
Kinsey MacKenna Kinsey walked up the driveway - or for some of it. Being able to fly has its pluses. And though she knew about the kids at Xaviers, she wasn't too certain that they would appreciate some woman dropping out of the sky to come calling. Moreso they might have a security system that shoots first, asks questions later! It was easier this way.

Rounding the bend, approaching the school her first experience was five girls showing off in front of a tripod.

"Remember, Kibou. Inside voice."

"Okay?" Kibou still was learning when he should speak out. "Aren't those girls cold?"

"Probably." Kinsey was quite certain they were. But to get the first snowfall in their feed? They probably didn't care. "Quadruplets."

"Yes. Would you like some background, Kinsey?"

"Later, perhaps. This is a social occasion. To read up on them isn't necessary, and would make their first impressions be different."

"Humans can be difficult as a species." Kibou has a sense of nodding.

"Good thing I'm a Kree." And with that, she shushed him. Finishing the last first steps to the mansion's front. "Ahem?" To the gaggle of girls. "Would you know if Logan was around?"
Stepford Cuckoos     The Cuckoos whip their heads toward Kinsey in perfect synchrony, their glares sharp and piercing, like lasers cutting through the interruption. Their flawless pose is broken, and Esme immediately lowers the phone, cutting the livestream with an annoyed huff.

    Phoebe crosses her arms and shoots a pointed look at Esme. "See? I told you we should have recorded a video instead of going live. But noooo, it had to be 'authentic.' This is your fault."

    Esme, unfazed, rolls her eyes dramatically. "Oh, please. Like I'm the one who summoned some random lady to interrupt us. Clearly, this isn't on me."

    Irma, ever the mediator, tries to smooth things over but fails to hide her own irritation. "Can we not do this in front of the audience we just cut off? It's bad enough that she broke our vibe."

    Sophie jumps in with a sigh of exasperation. "This isn't about vibes. It's about being professional. Which, apparently, we can't be for more than five minutes."

    Celeste throws her hands up in mock surrender. "Can we just focus, please? The sooner we deal with this, the sooner we can get back to what actually matters---our Hive."

    After another collective sigh, the sisters turn their attention back to Kinsey, their synchronized response carrying an unsettling unity:

    Esme: "We're not Logan's keepers---"
    Phoebe: "But telepathically---"
    Irma: "We don't sense his presence---"
    Sophie: "Anywhere nearby---"
    Celeste: "So, probably not."

    Their gazes linger on Kinsey for a moment, scrutinizing her as though deciding whether or not to be further annoyed. Finally, Esme tilts her head slightly, her irritation only slightly masked by politeness. "Anything else we can help you with?"
Kinsey MacKenna "I could come back?" Kinsey barely held her smile from being seen. She points the way she had come.

~Young humans.~ Kibou notes.

~Young mutants, to be exact. And you are not even as old as them, you know.~

Kibou was a new ring, made for Kinsey.
Stepford Cuckoos     The Stepford Cuckoos exchange quick glances, their expressions briefly softening as a shared realization passes between them. They might have been a little harsher than necessary. With a collective sigh, their shoulders slump slightly, the tension in their stance easing just a bit.

    Esme speaks first, her voice carrying a resigned tone. "Fine---"

    Phoebe picks up seamlessly, crossing her arms but lowering her glare. "We probably shouldn't be---"

    Irma continues, her tone softer but still slightly begrudging. "As rude as we've been---"

    Sophie sighs as she steps forward slightly, her words smoother and more composed. "So, let's try this again---"

    Celeste finishes with a faint, polite smile, though her annoyance still lingers beneath the surface. "What do you need? We'll do our best."

    The sisters stand together, their synchronized delivery showing their shared willingness to help, even if it's tinged with reluctant civility. They wait for Kinsey's response, clearly working to rein in their sharp edges---for now.
Kinsey MacKenna Here? Now her bemused smile breaks through.

"I was in the neighbourhood and took a chance on seeing if he was available." Kinsey wasn't sure what she was to him. Girlfriend? A one time affair? A friend? None of them? Really she suspected she should ask him next time she had a chance.

"I didn't realize I interrupted your feed. Really, I should be apologizing to you as well. Though aren't you freezing out here?"

Given her own apparel? She should be asking herself the same thing.

"Can you give him a message? Tell him Kinsey dropped by."
Stepford Cuckoos     The Stepford Cuckoos exchange another glance before turning back to Kinsey, their synchronization as seamless as ever.

    Esme leads, her voice carrying the same resigned tone as before. "As we said---"

    Phoebe picks up, moving a strand of hair away from her face. "We don't sense him anywhere on the premises---"

    Irma continues, adjusting her posture as she speaks softly. "So, he's probably not around right now---"

    Sophie adds with a nod, "But if we do see him before you do---"

    Celeste finishes as she begins gathering their equipment, her tone slightly dismissive but still polite. "We'll let him know you stopped by."

    With that, Celeste moves to the tripod, adjusting the phone and organizing their setup to resume their interrupted feed. The others subtly begin shifting their focus back to each other and their equipment, clearly ready to pick up where they left off.

    As Esme glances at Kinsey one final time, her tone softens slightly, a trace of civility sneaking into her words. "If that's all, we really should get back to work. The Hive is waiting."

    Without waiting for further instruction, the sisters turn their attention elsewhere, falling back into their roles with their usual precision, leaving Kinsey to depart at her leisure.