Sean, Rose, and Dolemeck had frankly become bored during the summer. Dolemeck finished filming the televised intervention of his father, Sean had nothing to do, and the same with Rose. The three got to talking one night, and an idea was hatched. A road trip to see the American west. The old ghost towns in Nevada, the deserts in Arizona, the Grand Canyon, and camping under the stars. It was a wild idea... a wildly brilliant idea.

Dolemeck helped with packing up the car. They had tents, supplies, extra clothes, everything they would need to survive the road trip. All they needed now, was to get on the road.

"I think we can head out!"
Sean had never been crazy about planes. Then again he'd never been crazy about heights period. He probably would have driven if it were more practical. Frankly he was glad to finally be on solid ground again. He had to admit he had some butterflies in his stomach after being gone for so long from the institute. Not the X-Man part, that had to be done as far as he was concerned. The part about seeing all the familiar faces he hadn't seen in..sheesh, how many years had it been? Eh, no point in ruminating. He made his way, trying not to get impatient at the disembarking line.
Fred growled to himself as he trudged to the kitchen. What in the name of all logic possessed him to go on that trip with Dolemeck? Oh yes, his entire lack of an adolescent life, but still... His head was ringing, how could people be so damned loud? And sing so off-key? He cursed as he opened the medicine cabinet, hoping to find something strong enough to fight this migraine that threatened to split his skull.
The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.

There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.

He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
Dolemeck was getting tired. Not just of probation, or the from the stress of physical therapy, or even a stomach that was taking way too long to heal. No. He was getting tired of patiently sitting by his cellphone just hoping and waiting for Ilya to call. It never happened, and he knew it was all over.

He broke his probation curfew to lay on the grass of the mansion grounds, just looking up at the stars above him. Ilya used to tell him that when two people who were meant to be together perished, they became stars in the sky. Dolemeck wanted to believe that so badly, that Ilya had been the one for him, and they would spend eternity together. Fate decided to say otherwise.

Dolemeck still found days where he knocked on his, no, Pete's bedroom door. He and Ilya used to go to class together, and it was a terrible force of habit. Not just that, but a reminder he was not there anymore.

He faintly touched the black eye-patch that covered one of his eyes, wondering what it was he did wrong. Was he too weak? Too silly? Why would he just leave like that? What had he done that was so wrong, that Ilya had to leave like everyone else in his life?
Class had only been in session for a couple days at Xavier's. Labor Day had come and gone. There were more students on campus than in previous semesters. The buzz from first day jitters had settled down. Routines were starting to be picked up. It was currently the small span of time between the end of classes for the day and the beginning of after-school activities.

A mile from the main house, a very determined man wearing purple and dark blue was setting up. He took note of various things like the range to the target, wind direction, wind velocity, air density, elevation, and the Coriolis effect. As well as the effect the window he was going to shoot through would have on his very special bullet. He peered through his scope. This would be an extremely tricky shot, but the entire operation was waiting on him to start it. He needed to take out the biggest problem on that campus. The new construction getting into his way didn't help matters.

He eventually lined up a clear shot and waited. He caught a flash of red in the window. The target must have been sitting at her desk. The sniper grinned slightly to himself. He took in a breath, let it half out, and then squeezed the trigger.
The one-of-a-kind bullet made of non-magnetic material blasted out of the barrel of the sniper rifle. His aim was dead on. He quickly tapped the signal to have the first ones launch their attack.

The walls along Graymalkin Lane were breached explosively in multiple places. Most near security nodes to delay the time the security system roused. Men and women in black tabards with white crosses poured through the openings. They ran toward the buildings and any visible muties on the grounds. They all had been itching for some action since the debacle at Veridian Dynamics. Being underground for this long made the need for mutie blood strong among the Purifiers.
Today, Rose was in the garage, working on her bike. She had, of course, with help from Pops, built it with her own two hands. Good father-daughter project. And regular maintenance was very important. You took care of the things that mattered.

Currently, she was in the midst of changing the oil.

All together, she'd be forced to admit, things were going pretty well. The school was set to open again soon for the fall term, the first under its reorganized status. She had a thing, so to speak, with a pretty fun guy, even if it wasn't really regular (and not that she wanted anything serious anyway).

And on an even more personal level, she was pretty happy with who she was. She knew who her biological mother was, and in the end, it didn't matter who her biological father was. Pops was her dad, and that was all that mattered.

So surely some other shoe was going to drop. Life rarely went that easy for the X-Men.

In the meantime, though, there was stuff to do.
The upcoming semester was still some ways away, but the school was rapidly becoming a new place, especially as quite a few early attendees were getting themselves moved in and settled.

Rose had already had a "fight" with about three of them and resisted punching another two in the nose.

Plus all the noise and smells were starting to get to her, especially the various sanitizers and furniture polishes and the like.

She really wasn't supposed to, but she'd be eighteen pretty quickly anyway, she was real good at covering up evidence. Except for telepaths, but that she wasn't worried about.

So she'd found an out of the way corner on the grounds to light up a cigarette and fume.
Okay, deep breath. She could do this. She was the scary, badass Rose Logan. The girl who made even the big strong tough guys quake and tremble in fear. Who could cause people to have a panic attack with just a look.

She'd been avoiding him ever since they got back, barely staying inside for any length of time, trying to wrap her head around what she had learned and what she suspected.

Now, though, she needed to hear what she could from his own lips.

She went looking for her father.

Tommy Templeton pulled up to his motel at the edge of town and killed the engine on his bike. Between helping the others on the semi-team he was on and his own personal business for The Boss, he hadn't a lot of time to himself in the last few months. The situation down in New Orleans was a nice break and Kassi helped out, but Tommy still wasn't in a good place.

He loped up the steps to the room and closed the door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor. He set the 24-pack of beer on the small table to his right, determined to get started as soon as he laid down for a moment. A wave of fatigue hit him just then, the result of pushing too hard for too long. He needed to call Joe. He needed to call Roxanne about Joe. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and a slip of paper fell to the floor. Probably another receipt. Need to keep those for when I file...

He bent down and picked up the slip of paper and turned it over.


"Oh man. How did you forget to call her?" he said to no one in particular.

We have no time to indulge in petty fantasy.

"Yeah, I know." Tommy said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number.

He hoped she'd pick up.
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Dolemeck had become more active at the mansion since he got there. He had begun swimming with the help of his powers and trusted friends, and had worked on his sewing when he had time to himself. There were so many possibilities at this mansion, many he never thought possible. It was like the world was now his oyster.

That said, Dolemeck decided to take the time to watch the sun set over the lake on the mansion grounds. His leg braces were off to the side, resting up against the boat house, while his feet dangled off the dock. He took in the sight of the sky starting to change from light blue, to a darker blue, and then a fiery mix of orange and pink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone walking up to the dock he sat on. He turned his head and just smiled to the person, giving a small wave, before going back to looking up at the sky.
Life’s funny sometimes, Topher Summers thought to himself as he sat underneath the tree where he’d first met Jeremiah Bennet. His laptop was open on his lap, and he was playing a simulation game where you created people and controlled their lives. I mean, in the funny-cruel way, not the funny ha-ha way. Here I am, able to take away anyone’s pain - anyone’s negative emotional energy -and make them feel better, but I can’t do that for myself. He watched as simulation Jerry leaned over the kitchen counter to give simulation Chris a plate of lobster thermidor, which he’d thought was appropriate breakfast food for whatever reason. Topher clicked on Chris and chose the option that would have Chris make out with Jerry.

Ugh. Bad feels... )
Dolemeck spent the past few days by himself with his new sewing machine. He heard the camping trip went wrong, but got no details. All he knew as that Rose was in a sour mood since she returned. He also heard Pete had been kidnapped by some crazed maniac, and Rachel now had all the students on a stricter curfew. No one was to leave the mansion without an adult, and he understood why.

Read more... )
 The first secret to successful camping was figuring out how to pack all the stuff they needed and wanted into one little car. There would need to be at least some food brought in- fishing and berrying could supplement, but not entirely replace their own supplies, and hunting was probably not going to be happening (Kayla imagined Bobbi would despise them all if they did), along with a canoe, paddles, all of their gear, and stuff for their tent. Of course, they'd all be leaving behind all of their beloved technological gadgets (save for a GPS and a singular satellite phone for emergencies only) and most of their personal possessions (though General Tuskers and some of Bobbi's penguins were enforced bunkmates in the car's trunk). A great, great amount of very potent bug spray was brought. Sure, the mosquitoes couldn't actually pierce Kayla's skin, but the others were not so lucky, and in any case, they were incredibly annoying. 

It was a long day's drive up to the site of the cabin, which was a twenty minute or so drive from anything resembling civilization (a small railroad town on the Canadian National Railway), just big enough to have it's own LCBO depot, at which Kayla, Rose and Brianna could acquire the missing portion of their camping supplies. Said finishing supplies put in the cooler, they were ready for the final drive up to the isolated area in which they would be camping for the next week. 

Once reaching there, it was a quick matter of setting up the tent and scoping out the immediate site. They were nearby a lovely lake, which would hopefully have large amounts of fish in them- Kayla had her eyes set on walleye (the most edible), but she wondered if Rose was hoping to find a muskie or some big pike for more of a fishing challenge. Not that the two girls didn't both have more than sufficient strength to reel in anything they'd find in a lake. 

They'd also be more than capable of dealing with any of the bears or wolves that might be around the camp. Though they'd have to be careful to keep their food safe from the raccoons. 

With all the essentials taken care of, it was time to decide what they were going to do for the day. 

Two days after the finding out his father was a drunken bastard and a philanderer, Dolemeck failed to show up for class. The past two days had been spent in bed, depressed. The only times he come out were to use the bathroom and go to the kitchen when no one was there to grab something to eat. It was quite a blow to him, as he had idolized his Father. Now realizing the man he thought he knew was a lie, he did not know how to take it.

His Brother Dayton, and Garret of "The Dead Nights" had called to check on him. Dayton had even apologized for lying to him for years about their father. He honestly wished he was told sooner rather than find out on his own, but it was just never anticipated.

Dolemeck had emerged from his bedroom with a box of items that he had kept. Personal items from his father, CD's from the band, posters. He left them beside the door with a makeshift sign that said "Free to a good home" on it. He then moved to go back inside his room, hopefully to put on some clothes. No one would want to see him in a t-shirt, boxers, and his leg braces.
WHO: Kayla Connors, Illyana Rasputin
WHEN: Approximately a week after the incident in the kitchen
WHERE: X-Mansion Infirmary
WHAT: Illyana is brought in to help Kayla in dire straits

After the dramatic moments in the kitchen, Kayla's depression and lassitude had crumbled into what was virtually a waking coma. Her life force wasn't quite low enough to kill her outright, but her life force did not burn brightly enough to sustain anything like ordinary life. They had to summon Magik, the sorceress best known to the X-Men, in hopes that she would find a solution to their problems. Eventually, something of a solution had been found- but it required a rather complicated spell and the donation of accumulated life force from several people in order to patch up Kayla's own. 

There would be consequences from this spell. The people involved wouldn't feel quite right for a few days afterwards- nothing like Kayla's extreme case, but some fatigue and mild depression were likely. Diluted elements of their personalities could be reflected in Kayla for some time thereafter. After such a prolonged period of lassitude and depression, it was likely that Kayla would manifest, after a rather long sleep, a significant manic phase.

Right now, the girl had been placed into a full magical coma, looking just as serene as a modern day Sleeping Beauty. It would be time for the magic to work its course. 
Danged child services watching the place like a hawk. Even when they weren't actually there, the threat of them dropping by had turned the school in general, and Rose's life in particular, into a far more boring place. She understood the precautions: she, David, and Em were still all underage and no one needed to be giving the appearance of an unsafe environment for kid raising.

But it was making it a heck of a lot harder for her to get her hands on any alcohol.

The alcohol, she could live without. She enjoyed her beer, but it wasn't an absolute requirement. But giving up her cigarettes was another matter entirely. Her healing factor made addiction impossible, as did any other adverse effects of it. But the tobacco smell helped dull her super-sense of smell just a little, just enough to keep it from being overwhelming. Her super-hearing, she could train to filter, but her sense of smell was harder to tame.

She was out on the back patio for now. Her senses would alert her if anyone unfamiliar was coming long ahead of time and she could hightail it and not leave a trace.

A few moments peace, at least.

And maybe some time away from the thoughts that still plagued her.
Who: Kayla, Open to others
When: 7:00 am Sunday morning
What: Kayla discovers something horrifying
Warning: Oblique descriptions of graphic violence. Might get more graphic as it unfolds. Some language too.

Keep in mind that two players in the game have characters on that list ... )
It had been, and continued to be, trying times for Rose Logan. At least the media circus had largely dissipated, but the underage Logan children were definitely under a fair amount of scrutiny from the DCFS people. Which made it a heck of a lot harder to sneak out for her beer and smokes.

And there was the added... whatever it was that was going on with her life right now. Whatever it meant that she didn't smell like her brothers and sister or Pops. She still hadn't figured out how to talk to Misha or Pops about it. Really needed to. Needed to talk to someone. And not any of the docs either, 'cause they'd just point her to Pops.

Dang it. Why'd life have to go and get all flippin' complicated?

So for now, she'd been working her way through a Danger Room exercise. Simulated Tokyo neighborhood, Hand ninjas. Perfect aggression therapy. So long as she kept just enough self-control not to max out on red hot rage.

The program terminated when the last ninja was down. Rose was healing from a variety of sword slices, sai stabs, and other cuts. Holographic blood faded from her claws. She was breathing hard, but that was slowing.

Deep breaths, in and out. Keep that icy calm cold center.
Alisa groaned as she finally came to. She was out of her tactical suit and in a hospital gown, a sign she was in a medical facility, no doubt. She hissed as she tried to sit herself up, feeling some stitches in her side from where she was stabbed starting to tug just slightly.She also noted a lack of feeling in her right leg, right below the knee. She threw her blankets off, noting her leg was in a cast, and there were some scars on her right thigh as well. This just made her frown, before looking around the room and seeing Alisatire was in a bed next to her.

"Oh no... Boss. You did get injured!? I am so sorry... I shoulda done bettah, I failed you..."


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