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legends_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

pinkfairydust:

Pixie had a lot of expectations about being an X-Man.  She thought it would be action-packed, lots of adventure, butt-kicking and do-gooding as they swept in as a team to save the day.  The first few times she put her uniform on she had done it with a sense of pride and anticipation, checking that everything was in its proper place so that she would be ready to do something legendary, something epic.  It didn't take long for her to realize that for the most part the most exciting thing she would get to do was inadvertently blast Wolverine with her pixie dust and end up in detention for month because he hallucinated rabid unicorns.

With hoof-claws.  Laughing at him probably hadn't been a good idea, in retrospect but there wasn't much she could do now.  Now she was stuck dealing with her detention.  At least there was a variety to her punishment.  First week she'd been assigned to an extra study hall.  Second week she had to clean all of the common rooms in the Mansion.  Third week had involved washing the Blackbird, and her final week was tailored to raking all of the leaves on the school grounds.  Because the grounds were so big, Pixie popped on a comm device and teleported herself out to the furthest end of the grounds, rake in hand.  It was kind of a zen job, really.  It let her just think.  Which is why she at first thought she was imagining things when she noticed movement in the woods just a few yards further out.  Then, she saw it again, and heard noises.  It...was dragging something.  Something decidedly not an animal.

"Um...can anyone hear me?"

She spoke over the comm, keeping her voice very low. 

windrenascence:

Though the Xavier Institute was definitely less crowded around the summertime, Sofia didn't really mind the quiet. The workload was a little bit lighter on them, academic wise, though that still didn't stop the training sessions from being just as challenging.

And classes getting out extra early was always a bonus.

Sofia decided to take liberty of her free time, sitting down against a tree by the lake, letting the soft breeze brush her face.

Maybe she'd go flying in a little while...