nextgen_shield:

Dressed in street clothes and looking as non-threatening as possible, Rob Woolverton knocked on the Excalibur's front door. He had a pet carrier in one hand and a bag slung over his shoulder. He had left a message on Jenny's voice mail, but she hadn't replied. He took no response to mean she still hadn't forgiven him for objecting to her sudden move into what seemed to be little more than a coed dorm with a group of strangers.

Since he had this morning free, he decided to drop in and get a better idea of how things stood between them, and between her and her new acquaintances.

nextgen_russia:

After another day of the young prince's absence, Liliya had had enough. His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Mikhail Loganovich of Russia disappeared at will. He followed no set schedule, had no regular protection and, as far as she could determine, little self-preservation. It had to stop. Until the Tsar's line was assured, Mikhail was important to their people. If Tsar Mikhail's descendants proved fragile, their American prince could conceivably take the throne in the next hundred or so years.

Difficult to kill he may be, but not impossible. As a member of the Holy Band, she had a duty to protect the Romanov family. Her other loyalties required the same duty. Staying anonymous wasn't working. She would have to talk to his mother.

She would have made an appointment to speak with Her Imperial Highness, but time was of the essence. She needed to find Mikhail immediately. To that end, she was at the building that housed the Stark condo, requesting to speak to Natalia Romanova before breakfast.

nextgen_cosmic:

Since his universe had ended and this one had begun, Galactus had fed.  His hunger had driven him, given him cause and purpose throughout the universe, in a way that the mortals who inhabited it would never understand.  He did not feed out of malice or even joy, he simply fed.  They tried to give motivations for him, but he was beyond their understanding, as necessary an element to the cosmos as Eternity and Death, the balancing point between those two extremes.

His feet touched the ground of Throneworld, and the whole of the populace seemed to tremble in fear.  Sharra and K'ythiri were called out for, but the gods of the Shi'ar would have no place here.  Here was only the Great Devourer of Worlds.  Here was only Galactus, assembling his terrible machine with which he would consume the lifeforce of the planet.

Galactus was.

kidfuzzy:

Today, Mina could be found in the gym, putting herself through what could probably be called a fairly intense workout, but what she just called normal.  Numerous rings hung by cables from the ceiling, each at a slightly different height.  She grasped them with hands, feet, and tail, something with just one of those, sometimes with some combination.  Sometimes she would swing, sometimes, she would treat them more like monkey bars. 

Finally reaching the end of them, she flung herself through the air toward the wall, kicking out her feet at the last second to rebound, grabbed the lowest slung ring, and started back the other way at just as frantic a pace.  At the end, she flung herself at the opposite wall, but this time adhered to it, rather than bouncing off.  She took a deep breath, pushed herself off, executed a mid-air flip, and landed on the padded floor below in a crouch.

She stood and took a bow, just in case anyone was watching.

temperence:

Alisa hated Canada... what's worse, she hated that it took her twenty four hours to just get a flight to this place! (Why did so many people even wish to come here at this time of year, anyway!?) She held her suitcase tightly as her eyes peered about the airport, looking for the staff member who was going to take her to the facility. It did not take her long to find the person. They were dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite formal... and a little out of place. She could not help but roll her eyes as she dragged her luggage over to the man.

"Excuse me... are you..."


"Yes, I am Dr. Bradley of the Mencer Institute. You mus be Ms. LeBeau." Dr. Bradley had a smile from ear to ear, which made Alisa a little nervous. She was about to open her mouth to say something, as he took her suitcase from her, and began to walk with her outside of the airport. "We at the Mencer Institute are so pleased you are looking to get better. this must be a really big step for you."

"You 'ave no idea." Alisa frowned, folding her arms over her chest as they finally walked outside. Even though it was Summer time, this area of Canada was still cold!

"Well, we aim to help young mutants like yourself. Society has thrown most mutants away, leading in so many problems. We merely wish to help mutants understand you do have a place in society." Dr. Bradley continued to smile, he looked over as a van with the Institute's name and logo pulled up. It appeared legitimate, so Alisa raised no protest as her luggage was put into the van, and she was offered a seat in the back.

"Sounds nice ah guess." Inside, Alisa wanted to turn around and go back. She already missed the Champions and Nick. Well, she just missed Nick, a lot. As well as her job, playing in the park with Argo, eating Corey's great food. But Irina was right, she had issues, and if she didn't get them worked out, it would be bad for all of them. Especially if she had such anger towards Lyta... who really had not done anything to her! She put her seatbelt on as the Van's side door closed, and Dr. Bradley took a seat in the passenger seat with the driver.

"Don't worry none, we'll take good care of you. And once you've completed our program, you'll be a whole new woman." Dr. Bradley smiled back at Alisa, then smirked as he pushed a button, locking all of the doors of the van, and putting up a shield that blocked Alisa from the front of the vechile. He then pressed another button, sending out some gas into the section of the Van Alisa was stuck in.

This was so not happening to her. She hated knock out gas, especially after Arcade used it against her in Murder World. Then again, who DID like knock out gas. Alisa fought to try and get her seatbelt off, but her powers went off, signally that it was locked together with a mobile device once closed in place. Damnit, she should have known that before even putting it on! She coughed and hacked, trying to find some way of getting out, only to fall into a deep slumber from the gas.

"Yes, when we're done with you, Ms. LeBeau, you will be a completely different woman. A perfect weapon for our program."

super_wren:

Aine had set up a workshop for herself in the garage at the Avenger’s manor. When she had asked about setting one up for herself she had been offered a lab but she had turn that down. Aine felt that labs were just to clean and she liked working in garages better and she was a bit more of a mechanic than a lab person which probably explained why she liked to work with classic rock music in the background.

She had to projects she was currently working on one was a fun project of coming up with an easily way to change the color of her solid sound constructs on her harness. The other project was a far way off making a sonic resonance bomb. She had only just finished planning the first prototype and was in the process of actually making the first one.

glinting:

Tamara sat on the sofa, a mess of papers in front of her.

Currently, she was only in the United Kingdom on a passport. If she wanted to stay there and work, she'd need a visa. Mom and Dad had been great in sending her money to help her get started, but she couldn't leech off of her parents forever, or rely on her teammates to always be able to front her cash if she needed it.

But damn, that was a lot of paperwork.

Mother's maiden name....mother's country of birth....father's occupation....

Tamara heaved a sigh. This could take awhile.

i_feel_you:

Luna nearly collapsed face down on the sofa in the lounge.

Riots were never a fun thing to handle. Playing crowd control for those riots was never really very fun either, especially when she'd taken in all of that rage and frustration. But, when the Avengers were called in, they said they needed someone good at crowd control, which was something that Luna considered herself an expert in. It had taken her awhile to rid herself of all that anger. Taking into much off a single emotion always did set her into a bit of an overdrive.

Luna turned her head over her shoulder, and stared at the television. Maybe she'd pop in a movie to help her unwind before heading off to bed....