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| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 | ||
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beyond_evo [ madadh ] |
1:05a | the miles are getting longer it seems, the closer i get to you; All things told, it hadn't been the smoothest journey in the history of man -- or mutant, as the case may be -- and Rahne supposed neither he nor Angel could justifiably say so to anyone who might ask how their trip had gone. It hadn't been too bad at all before Angel's car had started making troubling noises that they had both immediately recognised as very much Not Good. A grinding, choking sound from beneath the hood had started off as troubling and finally reached downright awful before the old car had given out on them, life fading quickly, and taking with it the heat and only mode of transport the pair had outside of their own legs. The snow outside the car hadn't helped much, not when Rahne had tried his hand at figuring out what was wrong -- only to fail, and rather spectacularly, with a somewhat sheepish and weary smile of apology and a shrug of his shoulders -- and not whilst they waited for the tow-truck. That wait had stretched from minutes into hours, and delayed their journey by almost a whole day, putting them undeniably behind schedule, but the closer they got to Chicago and therefore her father, Rahne couldn't help but notice those little troubles bouncing off Angel's exterior in the face of her growing excitement. The car had been patched back together by a surprisingly helpful and even pleasant mechanic with the promise that it should get them to where they wanted to go, but likely no further. Angel's reliable old banger was, to put it bluntly, a lost cause. One last journey and she would have to hand over the keys once and for all. Not that that seemed to bother her, or if it did, it couldn't overpower that aforementioned excitement. Rahne couldn't help but smile from where he sat in the passenger seat, turning his gaze from glancing out the window to where she sat behind the wheel, navigating the vehicle down streets that were familiar to her but relatively alien to the metamorph. He'd been there before, once, a while back, with the same redhead who sat not three feet to his left, and when he got out and set foot on the ground and took in smells and sounds, it would come rushing back to him, but from the window of the car where all he could see was settled snow and treacherous patches of ice, people shovelling their driveways and pedestrians struggling along the sidewalks, it seemed like a whole new place to him. So instead he focused on his travel companion, but didn't speak. Angel was too intent on the last stretch of their journey, and honestly? Rahne didn't have the heart to distract her from that excitement, something he felt she truly deserved, especially after everything she had been through in the last couple of years. |
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beyondevo_ooc [ virtuose ] |
12:05a | tis the season for new chars! :D Sup guys! This is Hezy with a new char :D Darcy Lovell is a neurology resident who recently got kicked out of Harvard because theeeeey found out she was a mutant and she wasn’t registered yet :[ She’s a sort-of telepath in that she can link groups of minds together so that they can communicate telepathically, apparently doing that in a trauma room in an attempt to save lives is frowned upon by some people. So she upped sticks and moved to Xavier’s while she deals with the fallout from Harvard and applies to Mt. Sinai to finish her residency as an outed mutant. Sigh. Darcy’s super smart, profoundly gifted smart and her parents had her studied as a kid so she has a few social problems, she can be a bit awkward and detached but she’s really a very nice woman once you get to know her, her bedside manner is great she’s just a bit of a text book sometimes; spirituality was drummed out of her years ago but she’s still a big believer in making a difference and doing good and all that, if only because the human race is on its own and if they can’t rely on each other who can they rely on? CHEERY NO? More info on her can be found in her app, here! What is relevant to your interests is that she’s visited the school several times over the last six years give or take! So let me know if you think your chars might have gotten along with her had they spoken; she would largely have been there to speak to Xavier about her mutation, but she probably stayed a few nights a couple of times. I’m saying she got here over the weekend but she’s been kind of busy with moving in properly, unpacking etc so someone may have to have reminded her to say hi over the journals which she will be doing shortly :D I know Ash has been doing a lot of modly updates recently so it might be best to just run through the flister to get her added! |
| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 | ||
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beyondevo_logs [ hawkblood ] |
2:20p | Log: Hawk and Incubus Who: Ryan and Alex Where/When: In their room, following a journal conversation about survival on the streets, which gets Ryan a little, er, flustered. What: Ryan tries to bond with his roommate (and friend!!?!) while Alex tries to see if Ryan is at all useful as a meal. Their interests converge on the topic of kissing boys, surprise surprise! It's something that straight guys do sometimes, apparently. ( Gays do it differently! Like a secret handshake, but with your mouth. ) |
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beyond_evo [ grey_xman ] |
11:45a | The day the whole world went away. [Narrative, closed] Nate Grey was known for his powers. Other than certain members of his family (and certain cosmic forces), he was the most powerful telepath on the planet. Even including them, he was possibly the most powerful telekinetic in the world. Between the two, it was often thought that he could do most anything that came to mind. And, in a lot of cases, it was true. But there were things that even Nate struggled with, powers that even he couldn't control, despite his years of training and his time spent in other worlds trying to learn. One of these was his precognition. It wasn't a readily known aspect of his mutation, primarily because it could be so unpredictable and indecipherable. He received visions of the future on occasion; not often, and almost always in his dreams, but they were things that never failed to come to fruition. He'd long ago given up on trying to force them, simply taking them as they came. Only a few days before Christmas, they came again. A dream-vision, not of this world, but of his home dimension. Apocalypse's world. The slave pens, the rebels, Apocalypse himself. And Nate there, with a group of heroes, finishing the mission that he'd been created for. Taking down Apocalypse, and ending his horrific world rule. Nate could feel it in his bones long after he woke up. This was meant to happen. This needed to happen. He had to take those people, the ones from this world, the ones in his dream, and bring them back to his. With that group, he would be able to stop Apocalypse, end he and his son and all of their followers. He went to Scott immediately, telling him of it. After this was done, after his world was saved, he would come back and die for this one. But this had to be first. And he had to have those people with him. Lorna, Prince, Michelle, Luka, Morgan. An odd group, to be sure, and mostly overlooked when it came to their powers here. But they were the ones. They had to go with him. And it had to be before the new year. |
| Monday, December 21st, 2009 | ||
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radiates |
11:04a | My parents want me home for Christmas. Apparently they have big news they want to tell me in person. They've probably decided to adopt an orphan from Somalia or something stupid like that. So yeah, I'll see everyone for New Year's. ( Private to Gemma ) |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 | ||
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got_to_feel |
10:45p | The one with the new kid's head on the hawk body had me laughing for like twenty straight minutes. |
| Monday, December 21st, 2009 | ||
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firestarts |
2:37a | → 021. 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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_blaze |
2:00a | 008. 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. ) |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 | ||
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frick_frack |
4:16p | 048 → 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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madadh |
4:57p | 015. If you're going to try to criticise my taste in women, the least you could do is proofread. Seriously now. I'm disappointed. |
| Saturday, December 19th, 2009 | ||
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evosecrets |
2:22p | secrets 022 [posted from a hidden journal on the system; comments are disabled to it, so please reply in your own entries!] |
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beyondevo_logs [ hawkblood ] |
12:35a | Log: Hawk and Pictograph 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. ) |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 | ||
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aerian |
12:47p | ( Val, Nick, Luce, and Charlie. ) Has anyone seen my Hotel California vinyl? I can't find it anywhere. |
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beyondevo_logs [ minusplus ] |
10:18a | log: incubus and charge Who: Alex and Vanya. When/Where: The history classroom, a few days after their respective arrivals. What: Alex inadvertently stumbles across the motherload of all energy sources. Om nom nom Vanya. :) ( It had never really occurred to the boy that all this might be invasive to someone else, to be honest. ) |
| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 | ||
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giveyouaboost |
2:14p | 017. ( Private to Jo. ) |
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dolittle_sucks |
6:58a | |
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firestarts |
12:57p | → 020. ( Private to Rahne ) |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 | ||
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girlcat |
4:05p | ♦ 008 ♦ ( Boyd ) |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 | ||
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beyond_evo [ fathersgun ] |
10:04p | I search my world but I can't find you; you're standing there but I can't touch you. It had been a week since the Timebroker had visited Chris. |
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inhibitions |
10:28p | 004 Where do I sign up for general training? |
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none_of_my_own |
9:19p | We're back with the tree. I really think this is Remy's magnum opus, guys. He has officially peaked as a thief. |
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dolittle_sucks |
9:08p | 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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beyond_evo [ dominatri ] |
7:06p | . i want your ugly, i want your disease. ( open to vanya ) 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. |
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worthathousand |
3:27p | 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. |
| Sunday, December 13th, 2009 | ||
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beyondevo_ooc [ evosecrets ] |
10:14p | secret submission post! It's baaaack! Submit your secrets for the week here, these will go up Friday! All comments are screened! |