wonder_wall:

"So, let me get this straight...the WWE Universe wants me to come and guest-host one of their shows? " he asks into his cellphone, as he sits at an outdoor San Francisco cafe, waiting for an old friend.

"Yes, Simon. They've even got theme music picked out for you. You'd be meeting up with your buddy, Dwayne Johnson. I hear he's back in the swing of things over there."  his agent, Stu, says.

"Stu, you gotta give me some time to think this over. Not sure how I feel about this one." Simon says.

"Hey, Simon...let me ask you: Are you goin' back into the hero business? Lots of people are askin' these days, now that all that mess is cleaned up and everything is kinda-sorta back to normal. The pictures of you and Miss Marvel havin' dinner are out there. What do I tell the reporters when they ask?" Stu queries.

"No comment. Later, Stu." Simon says, a bit annoyed now.

He sat and drank his mocha, the mocha that he didn't really need to drink, and watched the people pass-by.

preyforheaven:

It was a very small room, with a very small bed, and nothing on the walls but a couple of hooks on which he had hung a 12th-Century arming-sword.

Exodus was deep in thought, his hands folded on his chest as if in prayer... or death.

monochromesight:

Scott Summers looked down at the stacks of paperwork and information on his desk with a critical eye. Trade agreements, delivery manifests and personnel reports were among the top things that he needed to find time to deal with. He also had to schedule time to talk to everyone in the various areas of Utopia on the progress of rebuilding from Bastion's attack. His people, both the X-Men and mutants in general, have been through so much recently that it was wonder they hadn't broken yet. Of course, there were many that did.

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