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ed66b, Richard Corbin: ((This handle still works? Wow...))
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5dfc4, Guy in Panel Van with Candy: Hm.
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7970b, *Uncle DetDe: Hellow empty room! I loved the new Cap movie!!!
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d127e, *Alchemist: I'll be hanging around if anyone wants to talk or RP
737bf, *Sarah Rushman
: *Life at the X-Mansion was weird. It was different. Part of her missed the Morlocks, but the majority of her knew that it was a very cutthroat way of life. Sure we all banded together like family when we were stealing food or trying to get around, but when we were alone, it was another story all together. There was always a pecking order, and it sucked being pecked at all the time. She was a pretty scrappy one, which wound up with her playing on the front lines when the Morlocks without defensive or offensive powers would make the grabs. She didn't want that life anymore. On the outside they may be on one side today and a different side of the fight tomorrow.....but on the inside, there was only one side. Look out for eachother. No one was on our side. We were the freaks of even the Mutant world. Maybe things would be different here. Maybe. She sits alone in her mostly bare room. A worn out book of high school anatomy sits on her desk, one she had read many times. It helped her understand herself, and in a way, other people. Maybe a little. Being on the outside wasn't all it's cracked up to be. Being unique was kind of a pain in the ass. And lonely.*JOIN: Liz has entered.
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: *new av*737bf, *Sarah Rushman
: *hmm*737bf, *Sarah Rushman
: *Maybe*da21e, *Magnolia Tanpèt
: *I feel like Marrow and I will get along for some reason*JOIN: Alchemist has entered.
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d127e, *Alchemist: get more x-men going.
d127e, *Alchemist: app submitted. I'm gonna try playing a char I've never played before, but seems like fun.
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e912f, *Bloodmoney: It's NYE. Time for poor life choices.
696f5, Liz: Nuuuu
e912f, *Bloodmoney: Getting ready to leave.
e912f, *Bloodmoney: Gah!
696f5, Liz: *attacks all of the slates with chalk*
696f5, Liz: *yawns*
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696f5, Liz: *escapes!*
e912f, *Bloodmoney: There is no escape!
696f5, Liz: *flails* Nooooooooo
e912f, *Bloodmoney: Hah! Caught you.
696f5, Liz: No...
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e912f, *Bloodmoney: Be that a Liz?
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696f5, Liz: *lurks*
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4cd23, *Tanis Nieves
: Speaking of New Years' Eve, it's about to be the morning of New Years' Eve. Which means as an Avenger, she'd better hope to all things holy that no one tries to blow up the earth so that she can actually sleep in for once because Tony Stark will be throwing a party. Because of COURSE Tony Stark will be throwing a party. And that's going to mean showing up, looking good, drinking, and being able to snark off at him at a moment's notice. After all, he'll probably show up with the two newest Victoria's Secret models riding a bear after being flown in by private jet or something. Fuck that guy. In the most friendly, teammate, would-take-a-bullet-for-you-in-a-second kind of way, of course. They all know it's coming, and Tanis has taken on the attitude that it is an amusing sort of chore....I mean, it's gonna happen, so might as well have fun with it, right? Besides, something even more strange than Tony riding a bear with a pair of Victoria's Secret models will probably happen, and if it doesn't involve something trying to destroy the earth, it'll be an incredibly memorably fun thing.da21e, *Magnolia Tanpèt
: *.....well that looks like some trouble to get into....*46e41, *Remy Lebeau
: (Just doing a cameo to lead off one later)d127e, *Alchemist: I won't be around much due to going out tomorrow night for NYE fun times at this new geek bar (called Neil's Bahr), but after that I'll be for some RP action.
46e41, *Remy Lebeau
: *Remy LeBeau, aka Gambit of the X-Men, had located an underground casino and tried his hand at cards. "Tried his hand at cards" for Gambit wasn't the best of terms to use. He was actually quite good at cards, he just wanted to see how badly he could beat the other players at the table, while outsmarting the dealer. He calmly awaits the dealing of the cards. He'd gone to other underground casinos and any other card game that was held in secret that he'd managed to find. None of them realizes he was blind, much less a mutant. He bet and played his hand just like anyone else and the Cajun had a poker face like you wouldn't believe when it suited him. In this particular underground casino, there was a woman walking around that was serving drinks. Remy gave her a smirk and a flirtatious wink* Bring Remy a drink, ma cherie~ *His smile would fade once his attention returned to the game at hand. The chips were down and he had managed to make everyone ante up and go all in. Once he laid his hand down, there were going to be some really upset poker players seated around the table. *JOIN: Jimmah has entered.
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d127e, *Alchemist: as does for us all from time to time
46e41, *Remy Lebeau
: (gotcha, my work beckoned :/ )d127e, *Alchemist: predominantly NYC
46e41, *Remy Lebeau
: (What city are they in again?)46e41, *Remy Lebeau
: (test?)96f48, *Jimmah: I've listened to a guy play the didgeridoo, its kinda cool.
d127e, *Alchemist: don't fear the outback. it calls to you
96f48, *Jimmah: lol OOkay
e912f, *Bloodmoney: I'm just gonna back away slowly.
e912f, *Bloodmoney: It sounds like someone is playing some sort of Australian instrument outside.
96f48, *Jimmah: Hey
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96f48, *Jimmah: **
96f48, *Jimmah: Hiya
e912f, *Bloodmoney: Hola, Jimmah.
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e912f, *Bloodmoney: That guy never has Nerds Rope.
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4cd23, *Tanis Nieves
: Look who's talking.3a629, *Tony Stark
: *Don't trust Stryker. He's got a terrible PR scheme.*38ad5, *Trink: *oh fun, Stryker did a thing*
05f39, *Wendigo
: There are so many families taking their yearly breaks to the mountains for the holidays. Mostly wealthy and from the warmer parts of the country, they rent oversized houses for their winter stays, the children often experiencing their first sight of snow. This year is unusually warm, but the tradition remains the same. And during these trips, the young families announce to their friends on social media that they will be unreachable, denying the children access to constant online entertainment. This is a time for family bonding, after all!Only a particular subset of people follow this pattern of course, but they do all tend to congregate in similar areas. Areas that unnatural creatures have begun to call home. And once they have let go of their constant connection to the global network, they become all the more vulnerable. Some take this time to try to learn to hunt the smaller beasts that dwell in the surrounding forests, only attracting more attention to how alone, how cut off they are from the rest of the world. If this sounds like the set up to a horror movie, perhaps it's because it is exactly the sort of situation that makes horrible, unthinkable...."incidents" possible. Worse, it keeps them from being discovered for some time, and it means that others will not find out until they too have settled into their cozy holiday retreats.
The creatures are more than one now; that much is certain. Beyond that detail, it is difficult to tell much of anything. What they leave behind is in pieces, sometimes only identifiable by dental records. Sometimes they leave no one behind at all. Are they intelligent? They do not quite appear to be, although they do not seem to be acting entirely randomly, either.
Fortunately for President Stane, such a retreat is impossible, given his position. But these people...they were what society will call "someones." People will miss them, these "pillars of the community." And when the pieces finally do fall together across jurisdictions, state lines, and egocentric glory-hogs, there is little chance that public outcry can be contained. Someone, anyone will call for these people to be found or avenged.
There will be hashtag campaigns and online petitions. Angry videos on Youtube. All of these things eventually stand to come crashing down in an avalanche of media overdose. But not yet.
Right now, families are dying alone in the mountains. Sometimes all the families. Sometimes part of them. And when the holiday season ends, and they miss their chartered flights back to their sunny homes, their remains will be found.
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6cded, *Cessily Kincaid
: It's the most boringful time of the year. Okay, for other people, maybe it's fun and happy and family whatever, but Cessily didn't want to go back home and see her parents. What, so they could try to keep all the shades closed so the neighbors wouldn't stare? No way. Ugh. They can be as "okay" with her as they want; they're still going to worry about what the Joneses down the street will say. And to be honest, she would too, if she were them. Plus, everybody else can at least spike the eggnog or eat five thousand cookies and go into a drunken stupor or a food coma or something. She was having to remind herself to go to meals because that's what normal people do. Just like how normal people breathe air, so she should probably pretend to do that. And of course coming up is New Year's, which will have everybody all excited and confetti everywhere. She spent an unhealthy amount of time considering turning herself into a replica of the ball in Times Square and dropping down the flagpole at the Mansion or something ridiculous like that because hey, why not? Right? Eh, it'll get better when everybody gets back from visiting home, and this place feels less like a ghost house. Oooooh, time to practice melting into mirrors and sliding out at people to scare them! Oh, yeah. Good times. Also....perhaps an attempt at living confetti.da21e, *Magnolia Tanpèt
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96f48, *Jimmah: ÒÓ
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