exploding_snaps:

Okay technically it was frowned upon, and disapproved of silently, for him to go to Xavier's. Especially since he was now working at the Genoshan embassy. But hey, that restriction was when he was on duty. Right now he wasn't, so technically they couldn't complain, this wasn't in an official capacity. Just a social visit to see an old friend. Well he'd be doing the seeing at least.

He'd rented a bike and driven up to the mansion, and wow did it look the same as ever. Although he wondered how many times it'd been rebuilt since he was last here. He'd be betting on at least three. There's a quick knocking on the door and then he waits patiently for someone to answer it.

dark_scion:

 Fred was enjoying a moment outside, taking in the cool night air. Work had progressed acceptably, Sasha was inside making cookies, and his therapy sessions with Xavier were going well. All-in-all, things were going rather well.

"Hey, Friedrich!" came an emphatic whisper.

Fred turned in surprise. "Gary!? What are you doing on the surface?"

"Nice to see you too, kid," came the snarky reply. "Just wanted to give you a heads-up on that stuff you sent the eggheads."

"You mean the genetics data?"

"Yep."

dark_scion:

 One would find it unusual to see Fred sitting in the living room of the institute. They would likely find it even more so that the lights weren't even turned on. He was just sitting in the dark doing..nothing.

echokinetic:

After their little picnic and... the events that transpired during and after, Sasha felt sooner was better than later to break the news to Sylvie. As one of her besties, Sylvie would think she was hiding it if she put off telling her. Of course, the fact that the other party in this equation was her cousin, well, that was just another very viable reason why now was better than a week from now. Or never.

Regardless, she still wasn't looking forward to it. So she baked. Because really, bad news always went better with something to shove in your mouth. And Sylvie did love her pies. And her cookies. So... one pie and two dozen cookies later, Sasha was bringing her attempted-bribe to Sylvie's door with a soft knock.

echokinetic:

Bored and somewhat lonely, Sasha decided to go see just who she could find lurking around the mansion. Her hearing picked up ambient sounds, indicating there were a few options of who to bother. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo...

lightningbolt:

It had been nice staying with his mom over the holidays but Shane was glad to be back at the mansion again. He had done a quick workout and a run outside earlier. Why he thought it would be a good idea to go out running in the cold he did not know.

After grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen Shane made his way over to the rec room to get caught up on some TV shows. They had a pretty big DVR here but even so it tended to fill up pretty fast which lead to things getting deleted quickly.

echokinetic:

"Aww, man. Alright, who stole my pudding?" Sasha yelled the question over the fridge door, hoping someone, somewhere, would fess up and admit to being a massive, stinkin' pudding thief. She'd been looking forward to it all day. A day full of training; because, admittedly, she'd slacked off quite a bit while on her little vacation. But really, who wanted to do calisthenics when there was a beautiful oasis pool to dip in? She may have added a titch of amplification to the yell, just to be sure it was heard and not ignored..

Moping, she nudged the contents of the fridge. "Eww.. plain yogurt? Who eats that?"

echokinetic:

Weary. That was exactly how she was feeling as she pulled her bags out from the back of the cab, feeling a sense of relief that she'd gotten a typical New York driver; one who refused to get out of his car and help her. Ah, but isn't it great to be home. She'd barely closed the trunk when the car took off, prompting a smile to cross her face. Hefting her bags, she slogged up the stairs and wrestled open the front doors, taking in that first whiff of Xavier's; the scent of home. "Honey, I'm home," she said softly, a smile on her face. Shuffling her bags in, she listened for any sound of activity as she made her way up to her room.