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19 11 2005 ● 09:17am |
WHO; REMY! & ROGUE!
WHAT; Remy takes Rogue on vacay. Gives her somethin', and gets a lil news himself.
WHEN; Uhm, who knows.
WHERE; Newport Mississippi
( I'd give up forever to touch you. )
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29 10 2005 ● 09:38am |
And so...
Our fearless heros have done thier time jumping and searching through the past and the future. It took weeks, but it was done. They found their time trapped friends, along with a new arrival, and some old "friends" in the past, and brought them home with little damage to the time stream.
Now, they must work on the young mutant who sent them there. After this even, will their feelings change on what to do with him? Do they administer the Hope cure? Or do they continue to teach him?
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| The Search [Open to Warren and TJ] |
08 10 2005 ● 04:22pm |
After the briefing with Ororo, Kurt quickly changed into his uniform and proceeded to meet with the others just outside in the main corridor, under the stairs. He wasn't sure what time they would be going to... but just hoped that the first place they go to was the right one. Of course the chances of that happening were very slim for there was a number of endless possibilities.
As he waited for TJ and Warren to show up, he glanced down to the PTM... glancing at the buttons. Even though they were shown how to use it correctly... it still confused him quite a bit. How could such a small thing transport them through time? Letting out a nervous sigh, he glanced up to the clock on the wall wishing that TJ and Warren would hurry up. The sooner they were able to find their friends and bring them back... the better.
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08 10 2005 ● 12:46am |
WHO: Jean and Emma
WHAT: A nice talk and playing with baby Meg
WHEN: In the past
WHERE: The War Room
( You're anything but a fool )
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| You make me feel like a natural woman... [1 AM.] |
03 10 2005 ● 11:52pm |
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Emma had dozed briefly after the birth of her daughter. For maybe an hour or so. Then she woke up, ravenously hungry and wanting her baby. At that moment.
The cravings hadn't faded. She wanted meat. Someone found her a cold steak and lukewarm mashed potatoes, and she ate them all. And washed it down with a glass of milk and a cup of tea. Once her hunger had been sated, she asked for her daughter. Demanded, more like it. And once she had the baby in her arms, the rest of the world faded away. For a moment.
She forgot that she was stuck in the past. She forgot that the baby's father was on the other side of the universe. She forgot that she was supposed to be hard and cold and cruel. She only wanted to look at the little red face. The chubby hands. Emma removed the small knit cap on the baby's head and ran her fingers through the fine, dark hair there. Unwrapping the yellow blanket, she unfastened the baby's one-piece and scrutinized every inch of her daughter. Emma watched her breathe. Looked up at her face, and saw that a set of unfocused blue eyes were staring at her with a great deal of curiosity.
Emma's eyes began to glow, and she established a quiet mental connection with the baby. You're perfect. Perfect, my darling. Beautiful. Mine., she whispered silently, her lips turning up in a small smile. Won't you wrap your father around your finger, just as I have done? She redressed the baby, listening to the quiet emotions radiating from her daughter's mind. Curiosity. Exhaustion. Peace. But a rising discomfort. A new feeling. The baby tensed, little hands balling into fists.
Emma understood. Unbuttoning her blouse, she tried to adjust the baby in her arms, trying to see that she was more comfortable. With one hand, she allowed instinct to guide her, encouraging the small head to touch one of her breasts. The baby turned her head. Opened her small mouth, searching. Where was it? There. Emma closed her eyes and swallowed. Hard. Her eyes burned with tears that she would not allow to come.
It all felt so awkward and new and she just couldn't collect the thoughts in her head. She picked up a blanket and hid the baby and her open shirt. Draped it over her shoulder. Leaning back against the pillows, she allowed her mind to wander. To wonder how they were going to return home.
[Jean.]
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29 09 2005 ● 10:31am |
It was time. Hank had finished working on the devices, working out all of the kinks he could. Rachel had agreed to try her best to find those who'd been sent back, as well. And now it was time to start trying. The X-teams were assembled in the war room, briefed on exactly what they were to do by both Scott and Ororo, and working teams were chosen.
"Obviously, we can't send everyone back - we only need a few," she glanced to Scott, then back to the teams. "Polaris, you obviously wont be going, because of complications with your mutation. Same for you, Shadowcat." A nod to both. "Phoenix, Havok, and Rogue, you will be the first team to go, hopefully under Rachel's guidence. If," not a word she wanted to use, but she knew it was true, "you get there, Phoenix should be able to psi-scan for the others."
"But we are also sending Nocturne, Archangel, and Nightcrawler," she hushed the confused mumbling. "I know we said we didn't want to risk too many, but Talia has much experience in time jumping, and Hank has added a scanning device to the PTM's (personal time machines, tm) to aid in locating our friends. We want to find them as quickly as possible. If you can't find them in the time you're in, return here, first, before jumping to a different time. This is obviously going to be difficult. We have no one to help manipulate our chances, so this is all based on trial and error." Storm sighed heavily as Hank handed each team member their PTM's. "Be as careful as you can, and good luck, X-Men."
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29 09 2005 ● 10:05am |
The professor and the others were waiting in the medical lab of the old mansion, for their "guests." It was probably a little amusing to see, for those who hadn't seen it before that is, or who didn't remember. While at the time, they still, like usual, had the most advanced equipment to aid in medical situations - their most advanced in this time, was the hospital standard in 2005.
A shaven and prepared Henry McCoy, along with a young Jean Grey awaited the laboring woman and those helping her, while Professor Xavier, Cyclops, Angel and Iceman would "deal" with the rest of them in his office.
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28 09 2005 ● 08:21am |
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sorry this is going so slow. i've been super busy with stuff, and ish. we're doing this by thread because group chats, and waiting for everyone to be on, is stupid, and we hate it. because someone always has to leave in 45 mins. so i'm going to put 3 or 4 more threads up. PLEASE be active within them. i'll do that when i get to work. thank you.
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| Open to them folks in the past. |
25 09 2005 ● 10:14am |
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They'd somehow made it to Westchester, and now they stood before the gates of Xavier's mansion. "Wow," Rahne blinked, hands gripping the bars. "Looks jus'like it did when I ferst came here," her eyes were a bit wide as she looked back to the others. "Are they home?" She asked mostly Jean and Emma. "We can't just break in, can we?" That'd be so weird.
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| Narrative - plan b |
25 09 2005 ● 09:33am |
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While they would try their best with Rachel to see what they could do to retrieve the others, Hank had to start on plan B, just incase it was needed. Forge wasn't available to help him on site, but he'd taken the time to get in contact with the mechanical genius for a few suggestions. With that, Hank went to work on one of the many time jumping bands that had been left behind. He wanted to work out any thing that might interfere with their safe return - like Lorna said, a magnetic disturbance could screw everything up. It would take a day or two for him to get everything straight - he'd make a point of asking Kitty for her help.
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25 09 2005 ● 09:31am |
WHO; RAY! & ALEX!
WHAT; Uncle alex to the rescue? Only not.
WHEN; After the meeting.
WHERE; Ray's room.
( We could be heros )
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24 09 2005 ● 12:32pm |
who: the gang in the past.
what: exploring.
when: who knows.
where: ...
note: finish this in threads, please and thank you.
( this is most certainly the past )
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24 09 2005 ● 12:27pm |
who: a bunhc of people.
what: meeting after event.
when: i don't know.
where: war room.
( Read more... )
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| Fuzzy Blue Brooding (Kurt) |
21 09 2005 ● 12:04am |
TJ bit her lip, crouching on the banister of the balcony outside her room as the sound from the radio drifted outwards. By now, she'd heard about Emma, Jean, Sean and the others being sucked in to the rift created by the young boy Gordon. She didn't have a clue as to what to do- with the Exiles, she'd just been along for the ride and asskicking- Blink had always been the one who knew what to do. She was brawn, not brains when it came to interdimensional hero-work.
Now, she was feeling useless. There was no ass to kick- the culprit here had been an innocent young boy with limited control over his powers. What could she do? She hated this feeling- people who'd helped her, who she cared about, were adrift in the timestream (something she had experience with) and there was nothing she could do but sit and wait while the other X-Men figured this out.
She sighed "this bites" she said to no one in particular. She didn't realize there was a pair of familiar ears nearby to hear her complain.
((Kurt))
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| Meanwhile, back at the park - Sep day 6 ( open to all others ) |
18 09 2005 ● 09:25pm |
Betsy had told Xi'an to go on back to the mansion, having called for one more vehicle, because the one hummer the was left besides Xi'an's, wouldn't hold the emptied contents of Emma's rented van. So she, most of Emma's class, and some left overs of the younger ones, walked back to the park, which wasn't too far off, sat under a large shaded tree and just, waited.
Gordon hadn't said a peep, pretty much clinging to Betsy, as if letting go would result in the worst kind of punishment. All of the kids were obviously freaked out, which didn't leave Betsy in the best position. She had hard enough time comforting Gordon, what was she supposed to do with the rest of them?
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| Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase... |
18 09 2005 ● 02:10pm |
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Emma held a small paper shopping bag, from which a plush Simba was peeking out. Her other hand supported her back, as it often did nowadays when she was standing, especially when she was wearing high heels, as she was now. "Go on," she said in a voice that was tighter than usual. Two of her students were more concerned with their elaborate African lion masks than they were getting home. "We'll find some great greasy hole of fine American cuisine and stop in the drive-thru."
She was driving a rented van. She would have never let them eat in her car. Two people got to eat in Emma's car, and one of them was Scott.
"Come on. Come on." Her voice was impatient. Tired. A girl with four arms was chattering excitedly with a boy with very thick glasses about the gazelles and the dancing grass. She winced, rubbing the small of her back. Her back had been aching all day, and walking on her trademark high-heels had become nearly impossible. "We can hear the New York Times theatre review later. Yes, Benny, I have no doubt that you have every single syllable of the review memorized."
Moving around the front of the van, she unlocked the driver's side door. Now she had the challenge of climbing into the seat, which, without a waist, wasn't exactly easy.
[Open.]
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18 09 2005 ● 10:14am |
Finally gathering all the kids, and loading thme into two of the hummers, Xi'an placed three rather large picnic baskets in back, full of lunch time treats. Hands sliding into the pockets of her jeans, she smiled as the volunteers wandered into the garage, clutching their coffee like their lives depended on it. She was used to waking up early, and being bright eyed for everyone elses sake.
Pulling her sweater tight around her, she moved to slid into the drivers seat of the first car, glancing in the rear view to see one of the other adults get into the other. Smiling back at the kids, she looked forward, hit the garage door opener and started the car. Windows rolled down (there was no reason to waste the fresh almost autumn air), they were on their way to the city.
A trip to the park was perfect. For kids and adults alike. The children would get to burn off all of their energy, get some excercise - essentially ware them out for the day. The grown ups get to get out of the house, pretend to be normal for a little bit while they enjoy the outdoors, and people watching. All in all, Xi'an knew they were in for an eventful day. Though, it'd be more eventful than she oculd probably imagine.
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WHO; KURT! & BETTS!
WHAT; Kurts home. He gets a perty welcome wagon :D
WHEN; Moday, September day 6, early morning.
WHERE; Courtyard.
( Black Coffee, since the blues caught my eye. )
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15 09 2005 ● 07:35pm |
This is where you would find a log between Jean and Lorna.
...But Nata's computer ate it.
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