media_tyrant:

Mojo had to admit, when he had sent Magog to track down Spiral regarding her delay, he hadn't expected such a find. Iniatially he believed she was Jean Grey back from the dead. Instead it was someone he found infinitely more interesting, Madelynne Pryor. The woman had taken many roles: wife, mother, clone, mistress, sorceress, villainess, an infinitely adabtable woman. Pity she couldn't be made into a performer, but Mojo was not stupid despite what people thought. He knew what had happened to Sinister when he had tried to manipulate this powerful woman and he didn't desire the same thing to happen to him. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't be useful to him. He would just have to be careful. As such, Mojo was not in the room where Madelynne had been resting, well awre if she woke up to his unappreciatively handsome visage, she may react badly. As such, he made sure her environs were comfortable. 

He glanced at her readings, she would soon wake up. Mojo pressed a button for the intercom in her room.

"Good morning, Ms Pryor. How are you feeling?"

latverianregent:

It was a time of indulgence. Kristoff was playing one of his Leslie Fish albums while he worked on blueprints for the changes in irrigation systems. The nationwide effort for expanding the innovative and inexpensive power grid was going well; and looked to improve quality of life as well as economic production possibilities. But always cleanly. There could be no turning of the country into one of the many filthy, polluted places in other parts of Eastern Europe. This was Latveria.

So he's happily working, and humming along to the music.

"Young -- I mean, Dr. Vernard?" One of the staff asks.
"Yes, Hans?"
"There's an official screen-call for you."
He won't get excited. He knows who it's not -- Doom would have used the private connection set up for him, most likely. "Thank you, Hans. Have them put it on screen here."
Kristoff turns the music down and straightens his ever-formal posture even more.