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[13 Nov 2004|09:05pm] |
For some of you this will be old news, and for some of you this will be a surprise. Due to real life time constraints and other, not really public business type concerns, I have decided to close WX, and Sara, in her status as inactive co-moderator, supports this decision.
We will be removing members from the comm so that no further posting is possible in WX. It will remain as it is.
We apologize for any problems or inconvenience this may cause.
Thank you for everything.
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| Truancy |
[15 Oct 2004|08:19am] |
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Scott walks calmly down the hall of the residence wing of the Mansion, a ring of keys in his hand. Anyone seeing him might likely think he was looking for something, but then again they might possibly feel like the Red Sea before Moses as well. There's something too casual about his stride, a tenseness in his shoulders that belies his calm demeanor.
He reaches the door to Theo's room and knocks three times. After ten seconds of silence, he lets himself in, closing the door behind him.
Roughly five minutes later, he exits the room, locking the door behind him, and again "calmly" walks back to his office. He has a phone call to make.
He declines to leave a message with Theo's father, saying instead that he would speak to Theo when he returned, and that he was merely calling to make sure he got in safely.
Then he takes that bottle of scotch Logan got him from his desk drawer and pours himself two fingers of it. His head is pounding already.
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[10 Oct 2004|11:24pm] |
Who: Scott and Theo
When/Where: 3 PM, Danger Room
What: Breakthrough
( Scott checked his watch. )
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| Open E-Mail to the Student Body |
[09 Oct 2004|05:38pm] |
As you may or may not have heard, there was an incident of anti-mutant activity last week that the X-Men had to deal with. Thankfully, there were only a few injuries that were dealt with on the scene, and we're still monitoring the situation for any further outbursts.
One of the mutants that was caught in the crossfire has decided to join the student body, and you likely have seen him around the campus this week. His name is Timothy Jackson, and I hope you will join the rest of the faculty in making him feel welcome.
Thank You
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| In the Kitchen [open RP] |
[05 Oct 2004|10:05pm] |
The kitchen was empty and Timothy started rummaging for food. Quietly and throughly. There was lots of stuff in the cupboards. Good stuff even. But he couldn't choose before he'd gone through all of them, now could he?
There was hot coffee and Timothy made himself a cup with lots of milk and sugar before assembling a sandwich.
He was bare-foot and his claws made small scraping sounds as he moved between the fridge and the counter.
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| Rescue [Locked to Hank for the first bit, but keep reading ;}] |
[01 Oct 2004|04:45pm] |
The portal was just ahead. Sharon followed the group as they hurried along the little-used tunnel, watching behind. Inkshop was still crying, rivulets of black tears coursing down her face. Squealer had attached himself around Sharon's neck at the earliest possible instant, and had to be forcibly removed to stranglehold DrugDog instead. Pop-Gun had a hold on the a slender youth that no-one seemed to know, but who very obviously was as good as dead if they left him behind. Rocky and Tuff were carrying Static as carefully as they could, but it was obvious they weren't going to get him far. They reached the tall concrete slab set into the wall. It jammed a little, but Lotion slapped on some oil and they managed to prise it open and scramble inside.
Sharon shoved the slab back over the entrance-way, Tuff hurrying to help her, and leaned against it. She closed her eyes, suddenly having trouble catching her breath. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and if not for the cold concrete her knees would have given way.
Slowly, she became aware that the room was eerily silent, and opened her eyes. They were looking at her, those that were conscious. Scared ... hopeful ... waiting. She stared at them, confused, then settled on DrugDog. He nodded to her, assuringly, and almost smiled.
Every group had a leader. Sharon bit down on the mounting panic, the sudden release of fear. It wasn't over yet. She breathed, slowly, forcing her brain to engage, and scrabbled in her pocket for her phone.
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| Open ... but you'll have to talk to Mort ;} |
[01 Oct 2004|03:41pm] |
This time she was running. Full tilt, not even looking back at the people she stiff-armed out of her way. She could hear Mort in the doorway of the TV room, trying to yell after her - none too successfully, given that she'd just knocked the wind out of him in her headlong rush out of the house. Behind him, the TV was still playing; an aerial shot, taken from a helicopter. There were trees, a field, old farm buildings. Flashes. Noise. And an edgy, excited reporter's voice narrating over the scene ...
" ... this is the view here in upstate New York, where members of the anti-mutant organization known as the Saviours are engaged in a pitched battle with an unknown number of mutants. The mutants so far have not been identified, and their powers are still unknown. From our vantage point here in the CNN chopper, we can tell you that there has been gunfire, and we've definitely seen some kind of electrical or lightning power being exhibited. Unfortunately the dense tree cover is preventing us from bringing you a better view ... "
... "Fuzz - !" Mort hollered, scrambling after her, but it was too late. Outside the Mansion, Sharon was airborne - and gone.
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[29 Sep 2004|01:11pm] |
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Who: Jade and Kurt
When: During class and afterwards
What: A discussion on the topic of being late and that nasty fitness teacher.
There was only a short break in between classes, perhaps five minutes
to get from one side of the mansion to the other. However, Kurt
Wagner's class was going to get a slightly longer break this time. As
the door closed on the last student entering the room he crooked a
finger at Jade, beckoning her down from the back of the classroom. She
hadn't been that late, but he found that it was best to set an example
early on for the pupils who thought German was a holiday camp.
Jade was silently cursing herself, she was already off to a bad start.
She set her books down and slowly made her way to the front. Her
cheeks felt hot as she knew everyone was now staring at her. Once she
reached Kurt's desk she spoke quietly, "Sorry I'm late Professor."
( There were a few curious looks. )
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| Walkin' and Talkin' |
[28 Sep 2004|11:14pm] |
Who: Scott and Logan
When: Last night
What: Wolverine returns and lets Scott vent
( Scott liked to walk at night. )
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| The TV Room [Open RP] |
[22 Sep 2004|02:22pm] |
She’d come back from her walk only ten minutes ago and now she was busy making tea in the kitchen, looking a little windblown.
She’d spoken with both Grace and Theo and that had helped. Well, with Theo it had mainly been company and not really talking but still.
She’d almost regretted leaving the letter for Hank. Every time she contemplated talking with him her stomach lurched. She hated being wrong. Hated making a fool of herself. Because she thought she knew, that she understood.
Face it Jane, you’ll never understand. Never be sure.
But that would have to change. She wasn’t going to walk down that path again. Ever. No matter what, she was going to learn how to get a handle on this. She just wasn’t quite certain as to how. The dream journal was a start. And she’d found a small notebook with a soft cover and a purse to carry it in. Now she just had to remember the purse of course. That was for whatever might happen during the day. She’d written a contact sheet as well so she would have to ask if it was all right for her to put a number to The Mansion as contact info. In case she had a fit in public.
She took her mug into the TV Room and settled on the couch, drawing her legs up.
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| Scott & Emma - Merlot |
[22 Sep 2004|12:50am] |
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Who: Scott and Emma
Where/When: Her office/Tuesday night
What: Scott needs to talk
( Scott was tired. )
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| E-Mail to Emma, Remy and Xavier, cc: Rest of Staff |
[21 Sep 2004|11:13am] |
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( e-mail )
ooc: I don't know if you want to play this out via thread or chat. I'd prefer chat, and I think we're all able to get online at the same time, but it's up to you guys.
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| In the Kitchen [Open RP] |
[21 Sep 2004|05:39am] |
Ian is sitting in the kitchen. He doesn't look nearly as tired as he did when he first moved into The Mansion. Emma's night shields are working wonders for his sleep after all. But he's been shielding continuously ever since the meeting with Summers and his mind feels worn, like a muscle that has been put through too strenuous a work-out and that shows in his face and eyes.
It's getting easier. And that frightens him.
He doesn't doubt that Miss Frost or the Professor would be able to remove any shields he is able to put up but not being able to get them down himself is rather scary. And he'd rather not have other people inside his mind.
Logically, he knows that the The Mansion is bustling with life and back-to-school chaos just like he knows that his hands are warm from the mug of coffee he's sitting with. But everything feels chilly and the world is slowly turning into some sort of two-dimensional thing, a flat stage filled with moving images that he has to concentrate to care about.
He is focused on his coffee and doesn't pay attention to the door at all.
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| E-Mail to Xavier cc: Hank |
[20 Sep 2004|07:26am] |
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( e-mail )
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| Homeward Bound (open to all) |
[19 Sep 2004|06:48pm] |
The mansion looked the same as he’d left it. Mostly. If you didn’t count the inevitable student damage. There were a few singed bushes and the odd broken stone feature dotted around but he’d come to accept that as part of the general scheme of things.
It wasn’t like the retreat, anyway. Here he wouldn’t have time to find a cup of coffee, never mind ‘find himself’ … but the weeks on cold, hard bunks had taken their toll and all Kurt wanted was chocolate and cosy covers. Oh, and maybe someone to come and squeal over him, but that was optional …
He pushed the front door open and silently welcomed himself to the insanity.
OOC: Yes, back and TAGGING capable ;)
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