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The one with the new kid's head on the hawk body had me laughing for like twenty straight minutes.
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[21 Dec 2009|02:37am] |
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I guess it's time for holiday messages then? Rahne and I are going to Chicago tomorrow, we'll be back after Christmas I think. I may or may not have left some presents under the tree for certain persons since we won't be here the 25th, so have fun whether you're here or going to visit family too.
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[21 Dec 2009|02:00am] |
My parents called me out of the blue today for the first time in over eighteen months to ask me what I'm doing for Christmas. What am I supposed to do with that?
( Private to Molly. )
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[20 Dec 2009|04:16pm] |
As amazing as Christmas with the Rockefeller tree and a hundred mutants might be, Prince and I are heading to the airport in an hour or so to fly to the carnival. Louisiana this year. Have a great Christmas and New Year everyone, alright? Let us know if we miss anything special. Aliens, demons, everyone thinking they're reindeer for Christmas Eve, whatever.
( Private to Nico. )
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[20 Dec 2009|04:57pm] |
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If you're going to try to criticise my taste in women, the least you could do is proofread. Seriously now. I'm disappointed.
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[19 Dec 2009|02:22pm] |
( SHHH! )
[posted from a hidden journal on the system; comments are disabled to it, so please reply in your own entries!]
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| Log: Hawk and Pictograph |
[19 Dec 2009|12:35am] |
Who: Ryan and Artie
Where/When: An afternoon shortly after Ryan's arrival, at Artie's favorite tree.
What: A certain hawk happens to be resting in the very tree where Artie sets himself up for a peaceful afternoon of solitude and drawing time--neither of which he gets! In the course of their ensuing conversation, Ryan learns that Artie has a boyfriend at the school and because clearly there can't be more than one or two token gays hanging about (thanks, TV!) he realizes this must be the infamous boyfriend of King, and one-time lover of Jack.
( It does not occur to him even once that Ryan might have the wrong idea. )
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[15 Dec 2009|04:05pm] |
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( Boyd )
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[14 Dec 2009|10:04pm] |
It had been a week since the Timebroker had visited Chris.
In that period, he had told the rest of his team, and they had all told their parents. How they'd done it (and even if they wanted to) he'd left up to them. They all seemed to agree without verbalizing it, though, that it was best to keep this contained. None of them were really the sorts who were for huge emotional scenes, or big going away parties. Too strange. They knew what mattered. They knew who mattered. And none of them wanted to clog that up with more people, potentially stop things from being said that they needed to say to their parents because there were too many others around. They had come to Xavier's with a bang. They would leave with a whisper.
It was nearing the time that the Timebroker would arrive. They were all down in the Danger Room together, what belongings they'd decided to take in bags with them. They weren't any of them taking much; it was just their way. Their parents were all coming to see them off. Even Storm and Forge had been located, and had come back just for this.
They couldn't know if they'd done enough to save this world from the fate they'd known it to have. Their parents would have to be in charge of that, now. The Intruders were needed elsewhere.
(Open to the Intruders and their parents! Last thread for them :()
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[14 Dec 2009|10:28pm] |
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Where do I sign up for general training?
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[14 Dec 2009|09:19pm] |
We're back with the tree.
I really think this is Remy's magnum opus, guys. He has officially peaked as a thief.
((ooc: the rockefeller tree is now standing on the front lawn. there'll be reports about it disappearing on the news, obviously, but no one really saw it happen. a couple of people said there was a pink flash. the tree's being shielded from people not in the mansion, and a new tree is bring brought down for the rink!))
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[14 Dec 2009|09:08pm] |
Sharon and I saw The Cove.
I want to go to Japan. We could stop them. Or tell that world organization that it's true.
Watch and learn.
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| . i want your ugly, i want your disease. ( open to vanya ) |
[14 Dec 2009|07:06pm] |
Never one to prey upon new recruits to Xavier's, Eudora had chosen to take a detour of her former ideas. She had been rather lonely since her arrival and never once cried against this truth. The men who housed here were egotistical assholes, a rival of Eudora's if you will, or they tended to gear towards the same sex. It wasn't many options for the heiress to pick from and seeing as most were runaways, they didn't have any monetary value to offer to Ross. With all said, Eudora definitely wasn't missing out on much. However, Vanya's arrival was one Eudora noted immediately. Not much went pass Eudora in the school and when the man first stepped foot in the halls Eudora had already gleaned his name before he was even introduced to the journaling system. Oh for crying out loud, the guy was someone Eudora would have never thought walk into this place. She became accustomed to the homeless, idiotic inferiors that deemed Xavier's School home. She could care less of his economical background for now. She had more than enough money guaranteed to her when her dear father take his last breath. For the heiress' sake it seemed as if God had finally took notice of Eudora for once in her life. She'd pray harder for her parents' demise if the divine being was being so giving now.
Eudora had made reservations before even responding to Vanya's initial journal post. Call it lucky, but once the Russian agreed to her voyage around New York she had crossed out possibly mind-raping him into going. It should still stand that Eudora agrees with Xavier's ideology with probing others, of course. No one has to know she ever did such things before. However her luck had turned out, Eudora Ross effectively called upon a limousine service the next morning after speaking with Vanya. The arrival time was set -- 6 p.m. Now all was needed to be executed was telling her date, er ...peer. Eudora was too preppy to go journeying to his room. Oh no, why use feet when you can use mind? The British tone of a telepathic female would ring in Vanya's head saying, Don't fret, darling. It's only I, Eudora Ross. I was just letting you know that we will depart in two hours. Meet me at the entrance, yes? Part of Eudora felt wrong for breaking in on Vanya's mind as she just did. He could have been changing, showering, or completely naked for Heaven's sake! ...That part, however, was very minimum and non-apologetic at the least.
Two hours had passed and Eudora had transformed herself into a sparkling Goddess. Never one to show that much skin, Eudora remained classy by wearing a strapless, knee-length dress of black accompanied with daring red lipstick. She had wore a bear-fur trench coat against the Winter winds. She walked hastefully to the entrance not wanting to give light to any students' beliefs of her and Vanya's occasion. Eudora sat patiently at a nearby stool in the waiting room near the entrance door. She debated against probing the Russian's mind any further but fought against those ideas reluctantly. Until then she fiddled with her straight hair until his arrival.
[ Vanya! ]
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[14 Dec 2009|03:27pm] |
Okay, so. I think I'm going to need some help in the kitchen. Since it looks like the whole tree thing is probably covered this year, I decided I'd fill my very open schedule with a completely different pointless act of decoration to help contribute to the moon around here, for those of us who aren't going anywhere for the holiday season.
That is, I've decided all on my own that I want to make a gingerbread house version of the Mansion. I'm not quite crazy enough to want to do it to scale or anything, but I do kind of want to try and at least include the really obvious landmarks and stuff. I'd also like to try and make it entirely out of things you can eat so afterwards it can get put to use, if it isn't too stale and nasty.
I haven't ever done this before, so it'll probably come out looking like a misshapen lump of candy, but I think it's worth a shot. I pretty much can't work anything in the kitchen at all, though, so if someone could help me out with complicated things like the microwave and the mixer, I would be eternally grateful.
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| secret submission post! |
[13 Dec 2009|10:14pm] |
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It's baaaack! Submit your secrets for the week here, these will go up Friday! All comments are screened!
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