sophie_lebeau:

Sophie found herself in the backyard of the mansion, in a white and yellow party dress that looked like it belonged to a six year old. Looking down at it she noticed the white patent leather Mary Jane shoes she was wearing with little frilly socks. “What the heck?” she asked herself as she looked around the yard. The yard looked like a set up for a kiddy party, with pony rides and clowns….

 

……. Clowns making balloon animals…......

 

Sophie tried to make her way to her parents who were helping with the food tables but the balloon animal guy came up to her. “Hey little lady, what kind of animal would you like?” he asked as he pulled out a yellow balloon and began to shape it.

 

“No.” Sophie whispered to herself. “No, no, no, no, no……”

aaronwyatt:

Aaron was running around a city that he didn’t recognize. The place was both foreign and familiar to him at the same time not that that really mattered to him right now, because he was being chased by something truly terrifying. Now far behind him were thousands of clowns.

Occasionally Aaron would throw a lightning blast back towards the mob of heinous clowns not that it did much to slow them down.

“How can people possibly think these things are funny,” Aaron screamed as he continued running aimless through the misty city that he could not place.

Aaron could not seem to lose them or outpace them but they did seem to be slowly but surely catching up to him.

omni_absorber:

 

( Food for Thought... )

lytaworthington:

Lyta made her way down to the living room, a smile on her face. It was the weekend and she planned to enjoy her Saturday morning. Nothing to do, just watch some t.v. in the living room, and then go for an easy yet satisfying workout later.

She didn't even notice a couple of the weird looks that some of the others were giving her as she made her way down the stairs. Or the wolf-whistles. Or the snickering. There was probably something else going on around her, anyway.

Lyta walked into the living room, smile still on her face. "Good morning!"

The whole room burst into a mixture of laughter and wolf-whistles. And a couple of eyerolls.

Lyta put her hands on her hips. "What the hell's so funny? Do I have a pillow imprint on my face or something?"

"Hey Lyta," one of the boys in the room said in between snickers, "Forget something this morning?"

"Forget something?" Lyta smirked, "What the hell are you-"

And then she looked down.

She was naked. In the middle of the living room. And there wasn't a blanket in sight that she could grab hold of.

Lyta let out a scream, bringing her arms around to cover up her fully exposed chest.

marvel_girl:

The mansion was in ruins; it looked like a nuclear bomb had hit it.  What hadn't been outright destroyed on a near-molecular level looked as though it had been burned to cinders.  Little pieces of bone were mixed into the ash and rubble, the last remains of what had been friends and family.  An adamantium skeleton lay useless under one of the larger remaining pieces.

Flames crackled and coalesced around a young woman, taking the general shape of a bird of prey.  Her red hair flowing seemingly of its own accord, a satisfied, wicked smile worked its way across her face.  "You are the last," she said, her voice echoing in their minds even as she spoke.  "The last of the X-Men, the last of those I once called friends."

She made a small hand gesture, painfully tightening the psionic bonds around the few surviving X-Men.  "You sought to cage me, to make me less than I was.  But the Phoenix is eternal, power incarnate.  You simple mutants could never have defeated me."

She paused, placing a finger to her chin in thoughtful consideration.  "The one question is whether to simply kill you now, slowly and painfully, or let you struggle and fight for your survival?  Or I suppose I could let you be...  You'll still die, of course, when I consume your sun... but that does lack the immediate satisfaction."

"What to do, what to do...?"

princessbruiser:

( OOC Note-Some readers may find this to be potentially disturbing. Consider this a fair warning. )

soothsayer:

He turned in after rubbing his old injury down with some cream so it wouldn't wake him up during the night. He hated how it smelt but it was better than the whole thing seizing up during the night. He rolled down his pant leg then turned off the light.

Sleep came quickly.

He was in his old police uniform that he wore for functions and he was at a big party. Everyone was there that he knew on the force plus his ex-wife and son. She doesn't look at him as if he is a terrible person. She looks at him with love. His son, his precious little boy looks proud to be there too.

Ezekiel feels happy. Then he gets asked to come up to the front. They are going to give him something for being a good detective. So he goes forward and notices dimly that everyone is turning into a more scary version of themselves. Something feels wrong but before he can touch his gun two long mechanical arms grab him and hold him down.

The Chief sneers at him. "Give the Mutie freak what he deserves."

His ex-wife and son look on with hatred.

little_gabriel:

 

( It started with a smile... )

nextgen_baddie:

The movements from the realm of darkness were intriguing, to say the least. Deals and movement and pacts galore. Which meant, to be prepared, Nightmare needed some additional power. However, moving on the more mystically inclined elements was too dangerous. He'd been defeated by Strange and the godly forces too often.
Searching, however, he found a mass well of psychic energy with few magical wards, with many powerful minds, some of them psychic, some of them with related potential, ripe for the taking.

Shifting to the dream realm reflection of Westchester, deeper than the few wards began, he shifted and shaped the realm, extending vague fingerling tunnels into the dreams of the inhabitants to allow them access to his realm, where their fears and insecurities would shape the realm around him, and allow their fears to feed and empower him.

And with so few mystically aware, odds were they would feel little save fatigue, at least at first.