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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.
Josephine hummed a tune to herself, some little archaic french nursery rhyme she'd learned from Papa, as she put the lid on the pot and left it to the final simmer. Now, for cleaning. it wasn't as though she was a messier cook than the norm, it was just that she tended to move in one long straight line throughout the whole process. From butchering, to washing veggies, to seasoning, etc etc... a large number of utensils and measuring implements left in her wake. She liked to hand wash everything, too. She knew there was a dishwasher, but it wasn't something she reflexively thought of.
She supposed the first step was to clean up the blood, before anyone else came into the kitchen.
She supposed the first step was to clean up the blood, before anyone else came into the kitchen.
Bobbi's stalking around the school. With the hurricane threat over now everyone's gone back to studies and the usual stuff, which had the little winged girl a little on the bored side.
So she's sneaking around corners looking for perfect targets. After all, someone has to lighten up moral right? It's a tough duty, but as cloned offspring of Bobby Drake and Warren Worthington, she's up to the challenge! As long as she isn't late to class that is.
So she's sneaking around corners looking for perfect targets. After all, someone has to lighten up moral right? It's a tough duty, but as cloned offspring of Bobby Drake and Warren Worthington, she's up to the challenge! As long as she isn't late to class that is.
When: Anytime between 11 am and about 4 pm, Saturday (possibly earlier if you're helping her bake, could be later for an afterparty/cleanup)
Where: Cafeteria, Xavier Institute for the Gifted
What: Free Cupcakes!
Who: ANYBODY
The beginning of a new school year was always exciting and stressful at the same time. There were always, however, countless special activities and programs to help people in the beginning of their transition into the new year, or into studying at Xavier's. What was not often addressed however, was the doldrums that could sometimes set in as September wore on and everything fell into an 'ordinary' pattern. Special activities tended to drop off, not to really roll around again until Halloween.
This was an unacceptable situation for Kayla Emily Connors. Some small gesture had to be made, something to show the student populace that random whimsy was totally acceptable.
Getting permission from the school authorities, she set up a little booth outside the Cafeteria, behind which were boxes and boxes of cupcakes that she'd baked. Chocolate ones, vanilla ones, ones with raspberry frosting, those delicious salted caramel ones, carrot cake ones with cream cheese frosting- she'd forgone the peanut butter ones on account of possible allergies. She'd put up a handful of colourful signs advertising 'FREE CUPCAKES" around the school. She'd of course, instructed her better friends amongst the school to distribute the news through any way they could.
And so it was, that Kayla Connors found herself cheerfully standing behind a little booth in the cafeteria, handing out free cupcakes to anyone who wanted one.
Where: Cafeteria, Xavier Institute for the Gifted
What: Free Cupcakes!
Who: ANYBODY
The beginning of a new school year was always exciting and stressful at the same time. There were always, however, countless special activities and programs to help people in the beginning of their transition into the new year, or into studying at Xavier's. What was not often addressed however, was the doldrums that could sometimes set in as September wore on and everything fell into an 'ordinary' pattern. Special activities tended to drop off, not to really roll around again until Halloween.
This was an unacceptable situation for Kayla Emily Connors. Some small gesture had to be made, something to show the student populace that random whimsy was totally acceptable.
Getting permission from the school authorities, she set up a little booth outside the Cafeteria, behind which were boxes and boxes of cupcakes that she'd baked. Chocolate ones, vanilla ones, ones with raspberry frosting, those delicious salted caramel ones, carrot cake ones with cream cheese frosting- she'd forgone the peanut butter ones on account of possible allergies. She'd put up a handful of colourful signs advertising 'FREE CUPCAKES" around the school. She'd of course, instructed her better friends amongst the school to distribute the news through any way they could.
And so it was, that Kayla Connors found herself cheerfully standing behind a little booth in the cafeteria, handing out free cupcakes to anyone who wanted one.
There was a brief spatial disturbance in the hallway outside the Medbay. Flames danced through the air with the sound of raptor wings, then a flash, and Jean Grey-Summers stepped through. It was less dramatic than a landing on the front lawn, and less likely to set off alarms at S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers Mansion, and/or every other agency or entity than had an interest in monitoring near-Earth space.
People, whether of Earth, the Kree, the Shi'Ar, Skrulls, even such beings as the Brood and the Technarchy, they all got nervous when the Phoenix made an unannounced visit to their neighborhood.
Also, Jean was in a hurry. Her firstborn was injured. Nevermind that she hadn't technically given birth to Rachel in this timeline, and that her chronologically younger brother was physically older, and that said firstborn had decimated an entire platoon of advanced Sentinels and rebuilt the mansion after being injured...
She stepped through the doorway, the molecules of her costume rearranging themselves into a soft green sweater and a crisp pair of linen trousers, and sat down next to the bed. She gently smoothed her daughter's hair.
People, whether of Earth, the Kree, the Shi'Ar, Skrulls, even such beings as the Brood and the Technarchy, they all got nervous when the Phoenix made an unannounced visit to their neighborhood.
Also, Jean was in a hurry. Her firstborn was injured. Nevermind that she hadn't technically given birth to Rachel in this timeline, and that her chronologically younger brother was physically older, and that said firstborn had decimated an entire platoon of advanced Sentinels and rebuilt the mansion after being injured...
She stepped through the doorway, the molecules of her costume rearranging themselves into a soft green sweater and a crisp pair of linen trousers, and sat down next to the bed. She gently smoothed her daughter's hair.
((OOC Note: This immediately follows this post and continues it on.))
Consciousness came back slowly to Headmaster Rachel Grey-Ramsey. The pain hit her faster. She groaned softly as her head and shoulder throbbed. She could sense all the chaos happening around the school, but her mind was too muddled to make sense of it. She reached up and pulled books and cracked shelving off her head and shoulders.
She knew she needed to be up and moving to protect the children. She wasn't helped by a cascade of wood and paper into her lap.
Consciousness came back slowly to Headmaster Rachel Grey-Ramsey. The pain hit her faster. She groaned softly as her head and shoulder throbbed. She could sense all the chaos happening around the school, but her mind was too muddled to make sense of it. She reached up and pulled books and cracked shelving off her head and shoulders.
She knew she needed to be up and moving to protect the children. She wasn't helped by a cascade of wood and paper into her lap.
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.
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.
Tags:
- [character] bobbi angelus,
- [character] brooke wyngarde,
- [character] dolemeck night,
- [character] doug ramsey,
- [character] fred mccoy,
- [character] ilya gavrilov,
- [character] josephine blaire-bennet,
- [character] julia sheridan,
- [character] pete eastman,
- [character] rachel grey-ramsey,
- [character] richard brooks,
- [character] rose logan,
- [character] topher summers,
- [location] xavier's mansion
It had been a long journey, but finally, she was here. She wasn't tired, exactly, she wasn't sure she could get tired now, at least not in the same way as before. But, she was mentally weary and glad to have reached her destination.
She passed through the metal gates protecting the entrance and paused to admire the random and colorful pattern that appeared on the monitor embedded into one of the posts. She stuck an intangible finger through the screen and dragged it around, watching the pixels swirl and follow. It was pretty. Much prettier than the considerably lower tech ATM she was playing with... when was that? It was so easy to lose track of time, now. That ATM had bleeped and blooped and spat out a snowstorm of twenty dollar bills. Pity she couldn't use them now, or even touch them, but it was fun to watch the crowd of people scrambling for them.
She drifted away. The monitor flickered and flashed, then displayed a rebooting sequence. She moved further in to the mansion grounds, invisible and intangible. There were people here. Maybe she could make one of them see her.
She passed through the metal gates protecting the entrance and paused to admire the random and colorful pattern that appeared on the monitor embedded into one of the posts. She stuck an intangible finger through the screen and dragged it around, watching the pixels swirl and follow. It was pretty. Much prettier than the considerably lower tech ATM she was playing with... when was that? It was so easy to lose track of time, now. That ATM had bleeped and blooped and spat out a snowstorm of twenty dollar bills. Pity she couldn't use them now, or even touch them, but it was fun to watch the crowd of people scrambling for them.
She drifted away. The monitor flickered and flashed, then displayed a rebooting sequence. She moved further in to the mansion grounds, invisible and intangible. There were people here. Maybe she could make one of them see her.
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ngm_miscellaneous Dec. 23rd, 2014 08:34 pm)With the opening of the school post-Labor Day fast approaching, it was time to open the dorms to the student populations. This was being done so most of the interior of the mansion (above the subbasements) could be remodeled and re-utilized for more academic means.
It was bright and early on that late August morning the headmaster of Xavier's had the students and staff gather for announcements. Things had to change at how parts of Xavier's were ran. Gone were the days of it being a home first and school second.
Rachel went to the front of the gathered crowd and used her telepathy to augment her voice so everyone could hear her.
"Good morning, everyone. Today, we officially open the two dorms to student living." She used one hand to gesture to the two large buildings behind the mansion and opposite each other across the width. "The students will spend the day moving out today from the mansion into the boys' and girls' dorms. Some of the roommate assignments have been updated and adjusted as needed. The assignments have been posted in both your current dorms and your new one. If you don't have a roommate at this moment, do not think you've lucked out. We have students returning and new ones enrolling after Labor Day."
She took a breath. "With this move to the dorms, comes a change in how this school proceeds. Under my predecessor, the school had more leeway and could be like a home before an educational institution. Now, with the watchful eyes hoping we fail, we have to move how we do things into a more proper school setting. With that in mind, more rules have been instituted to get us in line with those terms of existence."
She took a small breath. "The cafeteria kitchen is now off-limits to students. Only those with prior permission and reason to be there will be allowed in. It is up to Ms. Blaire's and my discretion on whom that is. Food in the cafeteria will be supplied on a 24 hour basis, but do not expect hot food once the kitchen has been closed down for the night. The cafeteria will start serving hot food at 6 AM and will close down the hot food portion at 8 PM.
"The horses in the stables are not to be fed junk food under any circumstances. Ms. Moonstar informs me the next person who slips them one of those deep fried fruit pies will be cleaning out the stalls with a bucket, a sponge, and no powers. And I agree with her.
"The Shi'ar mainframe in this school needs to have its resources used responsibly. Mr. Ramsey will disable your access to the internet if he catches anyone trying to host things like Warcraft sessions on it."
( Roommate Assignments )
It was bright and early on that late August morning the headmaster of Xavier's had the students and staff gather for announcements. Things had to change at how parts of Xavier's were ran. Gone were the days of it being a home first and school second.
Rachel went to the front of the gathered crowd and used her telepathy to augment her voice so everyone could hear her.
"Good morning, everyone. Today, we officially open the two dorms to student living." She used one hand to gesture to the two large buildings behind the mansion and opposite each other across the width. "The students will spend the day moving out today from the mansion into the boys' and girls' dorms. Some of the roommate assignments have been updated and adjusted as needed. The assignments have been posted in both your current dorms and your new one. If you don't have a roommate at this moment, do not think you've lucked out. We have students returning and new ones enrolling after Labor Day."
She took a breath. "With this move to the dorms, comes a change in how this school proceeds. Under my predecessor, the school had more leeway and could be like a home before an educational institution. Now, with the watchful eyes hoping we fail, we have to move how we do things into a more proper school setting. With that in mind, more rules have been instituted to get us in line with those terms of existence."
She took a small breath. "The cafeteria kitchen is now off-limits to students. Only those with prior permission and reason to be there will be allowed in. It is up to Ms. Blaire's and my discretion on whom that is. Food in the cafeteria will be supplied on a 24 hour basis, but do not expect hot food once the kitchen has been closed down for the night. The cafeteria will start serving hot food at 6 AM and will close down the hot food portion at 8 PM.
"The horses in the stables are not to be fed junk food under any circumstances. Ms. Moonstar informs me the next person who slips them one of those deep fried fruit pies will be cleaning out the stalls with a bucket, a sponge, and no powers. And I agree with her.
"The Shi'ar mainframe in this school needs to have its resources used responsibly. Mr. Ramsey will disable your access to the internet if he catches anyone trying to host things like Warcraft sessions on it."
( Roommate Assignments )
Tags:
- [character] bobbi angelus,
- [character] brianna lebeau,
- [character] brooke wyngarde,
- [character] dolemeck night,
- [character] fred mccoy,
- [character] ilya gavrilov,
- [character] pete eastman,
- [character] rachel grey-ramsey,
- [character] richard brooks,
- [character] topher summers,
- [location] xavier's mansion
Since he had arrived at Xavier’s, Richard had found everyone to be very friendly and the classes to be significantly easier than what he had dealt with at home, but he still had to work extra hard to make sure that he knew the things that he was studying. Alas, this had taken away from his leisure time to do some relaxing things that he used to do every now and again, but today was a special day as he found himself with a few minutes to spare to cozy up on the couch in the lounge with a good book.
Sitting there, he became completely entranced by the story to the point that he could see himself as the main character going through the tale, which left him unaware of anyone that may or may not have come into the room since he had started reading. Every so often, he would say a few lines out loud, but would quickly quiet down shortly after.
“I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren,” he muttered as the words reminded him of his goal.
Sitting there, he became completely entranced by the story to the point that he could see himself as the main character going through the tale, which left him unaware of anyone that may or may not have come into the room since he had started reading. Every so often, he would say a few lines out loud, but would quickly quiet down shortly after.
“I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren,” he muttered as the words reminded him of his goal.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
" This is going to be a blast!" Dolemeck thought to himself as he followed the other students towards the lake. The campus was still under-going construction, and while they could have just thrown a pool party... the lake seemed like the better option for a bunch of rowdy teenagers. "It's such a perfect day for this sort of thing! I am so glad the headmistress approved of this party!
Eventually, Dolemeck made it down to the lack, using his powers to carry a basket that held some suntan lotion and a town. He had been here before with Bobbi, but never close to the dock or the boathouse. Some of the kids were already in the water, splashing about, and swimming. It was paradise.
Eventually, Dolemeck made it down to the lack, using his powers to carry a basket that held some suntan lotion and a town. He had been here before with Bobbi, but never close to the dock or the boathouse. Some of the kids were already in the water, splashing about, and swimming. It was paradise.
After Dr. Reyes took a look at him, Dolemeck was urged to use his pain medication less, and to try and walk more to strengthen his legs. He did not argue with this diagnosis. His legs suffered from nerve damage to his back, but if they lost strength, he would not be able to use his leg braces. The thought of ending up in a wheelchair again was depressing, so he agreed to try and exercise more to maintain what strength he had left.
He slid his arms into a pair of crutches that Dr. Reyes provided, and began his walk from the mansion, to the lake, and back. Only he was not alone... Dr. Reyes suggested he go with another student. And the first one to volunteer... was Bobbi.
He slid his arms into a pair of crutches that Dr. Reyes provided, and began his walk from the mansion, to the lake, and back. Only he was not alone... Dr. Reyes suggested he go with another student. And the first one to volunteer... was Bobbi.
There were few things that Topher Summers found more relaxing than sitting out behind the Xavier Institute, armed with a glass of blackberry iced tea, a plate loaded with chicken wings, and his guitar. He and his band hadn't really played much since the Xavier Institute had been outed as a school for mutants. While his bandmates hadn't cared, he doubted that the citizens of Salem Center would care much to listen to the Starjammers once they found out that the lead singer and guitarist was a mutant.
Ergo, lately, Topher had made himself content with just strumming to himself when he wasn't working on building up his psychic and empathic defenses or helping out at the mutant shelter.
It was nice and everything, but Topher was also craving a little bit of excitement. He couldn't help it, that was in his blood. And he didn't necessarily mean the musical sort of excitement either. He wanted to do something, but since the disaster with the education department...well, Topher had been on something of a tight leash.
Sighing, he set his guitar down, took a drink of his iced tea, and then floated up into the air, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.
It was one of those restless days where he wanted something more. What that might have been, he wasn't sure.
Ergo, lately, Topher had made himself content with just strumming to himself when he wasn't working on building up his psychic and empathic defenses or helping out at the mutant shelter.
It was nice and everything, but Topher was also craving a little bit of excitement. He couldn't help it, that was in his blood. And he didn't necessarily mean the musical sort of excitement either. He wanted to do something, but since the disaster with the education department...well, Topher had been on something of a tight leash.
Sighing, he set his guitar down, took a drink of his iced tea, and then floated up into the air, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.
It was one of those restless days where he wanted something more. What that might have been, he wasn't sure.
After all the chaos that had gone down, Alisa was happy to offer to do something fun with the students at the school (as well as Ryan if he was able to come with her). Karakoe Night in Westchester! She had rented a limo to handle more than ten people, should there be any extras who wanted to come along. For now, she was at the front of the school, checking to see who wanted to come along.
Of course Rachel did put down some ground rules for this trip: No bars, no alcohol, and everyone gets back before curfew. These were ground rules Alisa could live with and agreed with. After-all, she wanted to prove she was responsible and could handle a bunch of teenagers... as well as have fun.
"Okay, kids! Let's pack it up! Limo is gonna be arrivin' soon! Remember, no weapons, no powers, no alcohol, an' no whinnin' ! Dis is supposed to be a good, clean, fun time!" She smiled as she tried to get some of the students attention. "If you are comin' along wit' , please sign dis sheet for Mrs. Ramsey!"
Of course Rachel did put down some ground rules for this trip: No bars, no alcohol, and everyone gets back before curfew. These were ground rules Alisa could live with and agreed with. After-all, she wanted to prove she was responsible and could handle a bunch of teenagers... as well as have fun.
"Okay, kids! Let's pack it up! Limo is gonna be arrivin' soon! Remember, no weapons, no powers, no alcohol, an' no whinnin' ! Dis is supposed to be a good, clean, fun time!" She smiled as she tried to get some of the students attention. "If you are comin' along wit' , please sign dis sheet for Mrs. Ramsey!"
When his mother told him that she was sending him somewhere to train to be a hero, Richard had thought that she was pulling his leg. Of course, he realized that she was dead serious when he was put on a plane and took a cab to a large mansion where some former associates of hers lived. Okay, she might have called them something else, but Richard was choosing to visualize them as old friends as opposed to something negative. Either way, they were going to be his friends, which was all that really mattered to him.
Once he got all of his stuff up to the door, Richard opened the door and poked his head through. "Hello! Anyone there," he called out as he started to drag his stuff through the door. Hopefully, someone would show up to tell him where he could place his things for the time being.
Once he got all of his stuff up to the door, Richard opened the door and poked his head through. "Hello! Anyone there," he called out as he started to drag his stuff through the door. Hopefully, someone would show up to tell him where he could place his things for the time being.
WHO: Kayla, other peeps
WHAT: Kayla is not herself.
WHERE: The Mansion
WHEN: About a week after the Hellfire Club soiree
It had been understandable enough that Kayla had been tired after the party, even though it didn't seem right that the girl who normally got by fine on five hours of sleep in the night almost slept through her lunch shift. She'd got up just in time to help prepare that, and then had a nap before it was time to help with dinner. Then she'd gone right to bed. Not too many people had thought too much of it. Until that had become the shape of Kayla's day almost in its entirety.
From sleeping maybe five or six hours in a night and being full of energy, she'd gone to sleeping at least twice that amount of time and never seeming to have much energy for anything. She'd never lost her pallor and somewhere around day three or four, she'd mostly stopped eating, only consuming something when she noticed people were watching. She just didn't feel hungry.
From being a strong performer in her Danger Room lessons, she'd slipped enormously. From being fiery and passionate about all things great and small, she'd become strangely apathetic. She'd offer people little tired smiles, but she wasn't nearly as quick with giant grins or nearly crushing hugs as normally. It was good that she'd pretty much finished her schoolwork before the party had happened, because while she'd been physically present at her last few classes, she seemed a million miles away.
They'd tested for mono- a reasonable enough guess, but it'd come back negative. There was no real explanation for the seeming lack of motivation, spark and life in Kayla. It was as if something vital to her had been drained away. She had no memory of anything strange happeneing at the party, but she was pretty sure it'd happened there. Whether she'd caught something or it had gone out of incubation yet, she didn't know.
When she wasn't sleeping, or doing things that she was absolutely required to, she mostly just sat at the window, looking outside at nothing in particular. It didn't feel bad. There was a strange serenity about it, really. Sometimes she got a really distracted smile on her face, her eyes focused on nothing at all.
She was doing that right now, looking out the window at the landscape. It all seemed pretty enough, but it was like it was a million miles away. It never occurred to her that she could actually go outside and do things. More and more, she was content to just sit and observe.
WHAT: Kayla is not herself.
WHERE: The Mansion
WHEN: About a week after the Hellfire Club soiree
It had been understandable enough that Kayla had been tired after the party, even though it didn't seem right that the girl who normally got by fine on five hours of sleep in the night almost slept through her lunch shift. She'd got up just in time to help prepare that, and then had a nap before it was time to help with dinner. Then she'd gone right to bed. Not too many people had thought too much of it. Until that had become the shape of Kayla's day almost in its entirety.
From sleeping maybe five or six hours in a night and being full of energy, she'd gone to sleeping at least twice that amount of time and never seeming to have much energy for anything. She'd never lost her pallor and somewhere around day three or four, she'd mostly stopped eating, only consuming something when she noticed people were watching. She just didn't feel hungry.
From being a strong performer in her Danger Room lessons, she'd slipped enormously. From being fiery and passionate about all things great and small, she'd become strangely apathetic. She'd offer people little tired smiles, but she wasn't nearly as quick with giant grins or nearly crushing hugs as normally. It was good that she'd pretty much finished her schoolwork before the party had happened, because while she'd been physically present at her last few classes, she seemed a million miles away.
They'd tested for mono- a reasonable enough guess, but it'd come back negative. There was no real explanation for the seeming lack of motivation, spark and life in Kayla. It was as if something vital to her had been drained away. She had no memory of anything strange happeneing at the party, but she was pretty sure it'd happened there. Whether she'd caught something or it had gone out of incubation yet, she didn't know.
When she wasn't sleeping, or doing things that she was absolutely required to, she mostly just sat at the window, looking outside at nothing in particular. It didn't feel bad. There was a strange serenity about it, really. Sometimes she got a really distracted smile on her face, her eyes focused on nothing at all.
She was doing that right now, looking out the window at the landscape. It all seemed pretty enough, but it was like it was a million miles away. It never occurred to her that she could actually go outside and do things. More and more, she was content to just sit and observe.
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