quitethecharmer:

"Ahhh..." Vincent let out a sigh normally reserved for after a good workout, or completion of a particularly challenging bit of spellwork.

The Rare Book Division of the New York Public Library. A little island of ancient history, in a city that already pulsed with the energy of the past. He makes a lap of the room, gazing at the stacks, before he ascends the stairs to the second level. He'd make some token mention of the 'research' he was up to, to maintain protocol with the administrator, but it was a polite understanding for one of the Future Foundation's original class to come as they pleased.

Key in his possession, he opens a case, gloved hand settling on a portfolio bearing the name "John James Audubon".

under_the_skin:

 It wasn't often he got to cause a bit of destruction outside of missions and the danger room, but he'd asked Uncle Scott if he could tear down the damaged smaller boathouse. Some kid's powers had done enough of a number on the place that it'd be more feasible to tear it down and rebuild a new one than try and fix this. To be honest, it hadn't been the best month for him. Last year of the degree, but this first month had been a bit of a mess, not to mention it'd taken up so much of his time that he barely had any free time. A pile of assignments, his laptop dying right before an important deadline, a few terrible professors, not winning that entry position in a great company that the program offered every year (especially when he knew he could have), and just in general a ton of stress. Individually he could've handled all those things, but it was when it all piled up and in a relatively short time frame.

_tsunami_:

"TAXI!" Cait yelled and leaned out over the curb with her hand raised. Hundreds, if not thousands, of cabs in New York and Cait couldn't get one to stop. They all zoomed by without even slowing down. She knew she should have taken the train back, but she didn't like the train. It was irrational, yes, but it was the way it was and she had elected to take a cab. However, none were stopping and she didn't want to be stranded in the city for the night.

Time to call the cavalry.

She dialed Vlad's number.

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck was about to walk back to Tyler's apartment when he stopped by the pet store. Since his talk with Vincent, he was thinking about buying a pet bird to keep around. But that would require talking to tyler first, as it was his place... and they were still looking for a larger place to live.

Still dressed in his uniform, he looked next to him to find a sobbing child. His eyes went wide as he looked around, not finding anyone who was responding to this child's cries. Getting down on his knee, he tried to talk and console the little boy who was sobbing.

"Are you okay, little one?" He asked in his accented voice. "Where is your Mum? Did she come with you to the pet store?"

"I lost my Mommyyyyy!" The child sobbed more. "I don't know what a mum is, but I lost my Mommy!"

This was going to be a long day.