Vista del Fuego

makes_asteroids — Mon, 31 May 2010 23:48:53 GMT

Who: Mag and Lorna
What: Dinner, presents, daddy-daughter bonding time
When: Evening
Where: The dread House of M
Warnings: Probably not.

Magnus had picked out gifts for his children with care. Billy's gifts were easy - the boy picked out most of his own, although Magnus had surprised him with a few.

Wanda's were the most difficult, but he'd managed to find a couple things he hoped she'd like.

Pietro had been easy, at least from an idea stand point. Books, nearly a two dozen, most needing some amount of translation, so the dictionaries to go with them, all very long. Some where fiction, some where not, and he tried to not have all of them be topics on Israel or Judaism, although some where. One was a memoir by a contemporary of his, and while it mentioned him, it did not do so by name, and he doubted Pietro had ever paid enough attention to his tattoo to recognize it. There were also puzzles. Nearly three dozen. All 3D, all with a guarantee of several dozen ways EACH could be reset. All externally difficult. Some where like Rubik cubes, only fractal shapes, rather than a simple cube. Some appeared to be a jumbled mess of sticks, but assembled into a complex, airy shape. He hoped they would get Pietro some break from the boredom, if only for a few days.

Lorna had been a bit difficult, but as she claimed to like all presents, he'd tried to pick pretty things but also something she could have a certain amount of enjoyment out of that his other children might not, even if it would be after he'd found a way to fix her powers. He'd picked up a Hebrew house blessing, both for the blessing and for it's beauty - hand painting such as this was becoming a lost art with the advent of computer art; a silver candy dish which resembled an arty crumbled piece of lace, given their discussion on making things, he thought she might like it; a few oil burning candles, hand craved and colored, along with oil and replacement wicks; a kaleidoscope, with disks that could be interchanged, with brass tubing and real silver mirrors inside; a gold plated teleidoscope - the last two where really toys for grown-ups, but he found them pretty and somewhat entertaining, and finally, remembering her degree, a small padded pouch containing native stone, some rough, some polished, along with a packet of rock polishing cloths. Some might need a tumbler, he'd been warned, but they could make one if so.

He'd wrapped the gifts in the hotel room at night, often watching Billy sleep across the room. It had made him feel good, grounded, human in a way he'd thought he'd lost so long ago when Magda left him.

Since Lorna was due for dinner soon, he'd finished setting the 'table' in the breakfast nook, and stacked her presents on the bench near by.

Open Pub post... yeah, I know

southernreaper — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:50:27 GMT

Who: EVERYONE DAMMIT
Where: Pub!
What: Come look at Kevin.
When: Afternoon- late night

Kevin's tending bar, if a bit slowly. He looks a bit beat up and tired. Not to mention, to all the ferals/vampires/etc out there that can smell it, he smells a bit... wild.

Yep, Kevin went hunting vampires, caught them, killed them, but to do so had to go full on Hound about it, and he's having problems reining that back in.

But he's here for all you folks. Feel free to bother him, talk to him, or completely ignore him. He doesn't mind either way. Also, if you don't want to talk to him, feel free to NPC him getting you a nice stiff drink.

Except for you, Kate. You're sticking with soda.

summerscurse — Mon, 24 May 2010 19:09:26 GMT

Who: Alex Summers And OTA
Where: Outside the pub, inside the pub, and elsewhere
When: Afternoon
Warnings: If Lorna replies, there could be violence or adult stuff.

The air popped, sparked, and then split into a door that opened, and Alex Summers, sometimes, X-Man, sometimes Starjammer, and always crazy, fell through it, tumbling to a halt as the door in the air snapped back shut again. It shimmered away and he slowly levered himself up. Glancing around, he grinned. "Huhn. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere... looks about right."

He stood up slowly, brushing himself off, and glanced around as he moved back to where he'd fallen through the air. He lifted a small key, and the door rippled back into view. "Well, what do you know? It works!" He lowered the key and turned toward the strange building, squaring his shoulders. He had a girlfriend to find.

With that, he ended what he soon discovered was a pub, and stared around, eyes wide. "I thought I was going to somewhere between dimensions, not one of Logan's favorite places. You'd better be here somewhere, Lorna."

With that, he advanced on the bar to order a drink, and hopefully get some information.

gymshoe_runaway — Mon, 24 May 2010 01:23:43 GMT

Who: Kate and Lorna
What: Kate meddled in stuff she shouldn't. Lorna has to patch her up.
Where: Outside and Lorna's trailer eventually
When: Backdate to After Kate finds Miss Macy's body
Warnings: Probably not

Kate stifled a cry as she ran from Kevin and Josh, her head and body hurting from hitting the wall Kevin had slammed her into. She was running mostly blind, trying to get back to the motel to hide from whatever was going on tonight.

makes_asteroids — Sat, 22 May 2010 21:55:14 GMT

Who: Magnus and Pietro
What: Father and Son share a lot. In this case, being all Emo
Where: The dread House of M
When: Five AM-ish, the friday before Mags and Billy take their trip
Warnings: It's Magnus and Pietro - so...family drama?

Magnus sat in the doorway to his study, small metal sheets crumbled around him like paper, a bottle of whiskey on the floor, about a third emptied and a mostly ignored glass, half full, in his hand. He was aware Pietro wasn't home yet, and dimly aware that it was late, but couldn't quite manage to rouse himself enough to go fetch the boy. Instead a crumbled sheet lifted itself, smoothed and thinned midair and formed a woman's face.

Magda. A pretty woman but her face contorted, turning from the sweet face of the woman he'd married to a look of horror, mouth open, as if screaming - the way she'd looked at him last. Angrily, it crumbled and flung away, rolling through the house until it hit a wall, leaving a slight dent.

Hounding

southernreaper — Wed, 12 May 2010 22:33:10 GMT

Who: Kevin + anyone who dares
When: Afternoonish
Where: Miss Macy's shop
What: She's dead. Kevin is Not Happy.

Kevin walked down the street in Summer's Eve, heading toward Miss Macy's. He wanted to get something to eat. This morning, he'd gone out Hunting for yet another soul. Going home, he needed something to munch on.

He shoved a gloved hand through too long hair. Needed to get it trimmed up a bit.

Kevin shoved on the door to Miss Macy's and scowled when it was locked. Miss Macy never locked her door. Not when the shop was open. Kevin walked around the shop and found the back door unlocked. The garden wasn't disturbed, and it smelled like the ovens were on.

That meant Miss Macy should be open.

He pushed open the back door. "Miss Macy?" Kevin called, cautiously stepping into the kitchen. The ovens were on, but it didn't smell like there was anything in them.

"Miss Macy?" He called again, stepping through to the store.

He found her. "Miss Macy!" Kevin ran over and dropped next to her. He gently turned her over. "Miss..." He stopped as graying brown hair fell back away from her face --

And the very distinct bite marks on her neck.

Kevin carefully laid her out on the floor and gently smoothed away hair from her face. "Ya gonna be back." He whispered into her ear. Then he got to his feet, and yanked off the long sleeved shirt he always wore, leaving him in his t-shirt. He folded it neatly and set it on the bakery display case.

One glove was stuffed into his pocket and he let himself out of the shop. The growl crawled up his throat, and he stalked away from Miss Macy's. When one of the people of the town said something, Kevin grabbed them by the throat and slammed them against a wall. "Where. Are. They?" He growled, his eyes blackening as his Hound powers began to surface.

luna_regina — Wed, 12 May 2010 01:34:33 GMT

Who: Rissa and Kate
Where: Magneto's back porch
When: Sundown
What: Chocolate Death Shakes at Sundown. And a lot of Mommying.

Rissa sipped the shake. They were an old recipe around the Moon - chocolate ice cream, oreos, fudge, chocolate sauce, and chocolate chips blended together - and Rissa had missed them.

Of course, she hadn't left any for anyone else, beyond her and Kate. Everyone else could just bugger off.

Rissa stretched her legs out watching one of the pillows slither to the ground. She'd get it later.

"See? Chocolate solves everything." Rissa teased.

SUNDAY PUB POST

southernreaper — Sun, 09 May 2010 19:10:40 GMT

Who: Everyone! Anyone! Cooooome to the puuuuuuuuub
What: Pubbin' it bb!
When: Sunday afternoon-night
Warnings: nope

Kevin is tending bar off and on. One corner of the pub has been taken over by vampires - newly arrived vampires. They've been warned by some veterans, but they're still being rowdy.

Kevin's keeping an eye on them and will interfere if they get out of hand. Welcome to the pub, folks. Sit down, have a drink.

britishwisdom — Sat, 08 May 2010 17:32:50 GMT

Who: Pryde + Wisdom
What: Adventures without the babysitting
Where: NYC

A day out was just what they needed, it was what he needed anyway. He was curious what would happen if they just decided to stay here. Since he wasn't stuck, he knew what would happen to him but would Pryde just end up teleported back to the pub?

As tempting as it was to find out, he wasn't sure this was even their world. Judging from the lack of mutant news, he was guessing it wasn't. It didn't look like as much of Manhattan had been rebuilt from the years of superhero related destruction. So, if they had super-... the thought was interrupted by a red and blue be-tighted figure flying overhead. Alright, they had superheroes, Spider-Man at least. Maybe it was just earlier in their super-heroing time line so that there hadn't been much of the destruction that came with people with super powers flinging each other about.

Wisdom reach across the table to snag a mushroom from Pryde's plate. "I would say I wished I had gotten what you had gotten but I think mine might be better."

hexeffects — Fri, 07 May 2010 21:43:53 GMT

WHO: Wanda + Anyone who would like to join her for the movie
WHAT: IRONMAN 2!?!?

Wanda stood out front of the movie theater staring at the movie posters that were flanking her on either side. The theater had 3 theaters, they showed 1 old movie - a classic, 1 that left most theaters not too long ago - It's Complicated this time, and 1 new one. The new one was called Iron Man 2.

While she might have thought it had something to do with Ozzy Osborne song, the posters told her that indeed it was about Tony. Robert Downey Jr. stared back at her from the Hollywood created suit. Somehow she thought Tony would be horribly insulted by his being played by Robert Downey Jr.

In fact, she knew he would. He fancied himself more of a Russel Crowe type of guy. Someone uber-male and chiseled like a Greek God. He probably would have liked Gerard Butler in 300. Someone had made a movie about Tony. Not just one but two. Somehow she could hear Pepper laughing in her head. In fact, she joined the phantom Pepper and stood in front of the sign laughing herself to tears.

starjammerchris — Fri, 07 May 2010 20:41:01 GMT

Who: Corsair, OTA
What: smoking and drinking
Where: the bar of the pub

Chris was enjoying his time in Hell. The food was better than it had been on the Starjammer, the alcohol wasn't poisonous (or at least not as poisonous as Sikorsky's questionable home brew), and the company wasn't trying to kill him. He missed his crew, especially Hepzibah, but he was dead, and hadn't expected to see them there.

All in all, life was pretty good for the space pirate turned baker. He looked content as he lit another cigarette, savoring the taste and the feeling of nicotine hitting his bloodstream.

sin_kissed — Thu, 06 May 2010 22:41:41 GMT

Who: Lucifer + Anyone who might need to talk to him.
Where: The Bar

"Oh Maria, you are an absolute miracle worker." He praised the newly arrived damned girl. He hadn't had a martini this good since the 50's in Las Vegas as Bugsy Segal's place. Brilliant. Just Brilliant.

"It's nothing hon. It's my talent, it ain't much one but it's what I do." She beamed in the face of the praise none the less before she turned to wipe down the bar and replace the bottles she had used.

Lucifer held the glass up and just marveled at how the combination, which seemed so straight forward could be brought to this level of excellence. Ah, a delight indeed.

Heist

pickacardchere — Thu, 06 May 2010 09:19:25 GMT

WHO: Remy + TJ
WHERE: Milan
WHAT: Swinging on a star

Jeannie had mentioned being able to take trips into the city.

With this in mind, he had her pick up some things for him and he had found out something very interesting. There was a set of recently discovered sketches of Leonardo Davinci that had been found in, of all places, an attic in Des Moines, Iowa on some TV show about finding treasures in the attic.

The collection was going to be on a tour of major cities, starting in Milan. While all of that was very interesting, there was something that had really caught his eye. It was a discussion of the security measures that were being taken prior to the auction that was to take place. The high bidder was said to be the Vatican who held the bulk of Leonardo's sketches.

Through hook and by crook he had been contracted to steal the originals, replace them with some of the best forgeries he had ever seen in his life and return the originals to the Vatican. They weren't willing to be out-bidded. While he wasn't real thrilled with the switch, it was something he just couldn't pass up and he had plans of his own.

After a quick chat with Kurt he found himself sitting on a rather nice motorcycle. However, it was a little different than what he as used to. He had mentioned to Kurt he might have a job and so Kurt had this ready for him and he had found the nitro boost, the smoke grenades, and the hyper speed boost which he was sure would probably kill him but he still haven't found the starter.

Good thing time didn't pass in the real world while you were here or else he'd have missed the job and have been there in time for the ball to drop for New Year... 2020.

theotherspeedy — Thu, 06 May 2010 06:51:09 GMT

WHO: Mia, open to anyone
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
WHAT: An open post because I have too much time on my hands, insomnia, and a hankering for RP. Multiple threads a-ok.
WHERE: Around town

Mia had never actually lived alone in any sort of residence before. On her own, sure, but that was the street- you were never really alone on the streets. At least, you always had to assume that you weren't. Having the younger version of Jason staying with her made it a bit easier to adjust to life in the afterlife, even if her shifts at the pub meant they didn't always keep the same hours. Sometimes it was just enough to know that there was someone around to eat the leftovers or water the plants (well, plant... she'd bought one at H-Mart) when she forgot.

After a long shift last night, she'd let herself sleep in, and spent most of the morning being lazy, but by the time the PM hours rolled around, she was getting restless. So, after doing a quick round of housekeeping, she threw on a tank top and some shorts and headed out for a run, despite the heat.

southernreaper — Thu, 06 May 2010 00:24:33 GMT

Who: Kevin and Kitty
Where: Outside on the patio near the pub
When: Evening-ish
What: Pastries, coffee, and a southern gentleman

Kevin normally wasn't one to drink coffee late in the day. Normally, he stuck to sweet tea or water rather than deal with the late crash of caffeine. Today, however, Miss Macy had given him some new coffee cake. Coffee cake deserved the good coffee that Miss Macy blended herself with chicory.

He sipped the coffee slowly, relishing the sharp bitter taste of the chicory. Hearing a soft step near by, Kevin looked up from the car magazine he was reading. "Evenin' Miz Pryde." He said in greeting. "Care t'share?" He motioned at the bakery box. He had more than he could eat... and another full box back in the room, if Josh hadn't eaten it. And even if he had, Miss Macy would make them more.

Hell, she'd make more even if Josh hadn't.

Rose Arrives!

roselikeschips — Wed, 05 May 2010 02:03:23 GMT

Who: Rose Tyler, Chuck Bartowski
What: She meets this suspicious stranger in person.
Where: The Pub~! YAY!

She chose a table in the corner of the area. It seemed normal enough, but Rose had been in plenty of situations where things SEEMED normal, when they weren't. She idly wondered if she would meet that person she met before- the cute American with the ice magic. The Doctor tried to act like he wasn't jealous- she smiled, remembering the conversation, then lost her composure for a moment.

There was one major flaw in this plan to return to this place- they had no idea how she was going to get back home.

She wiped her eyes where wetness had gathered, and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay..." she said to herself, shaking her head as if to physically clear her thoughts, "A drink sounds good right about now..."

And with that, she ordered herself a Bloody Mary, and waited- this time at the end of the bar.

nathansummers — Mon, 03 May 2010 19:13:26 GMT

Who: Cable and OTA
What: Reading, eating, and drinking
Where: A booth in the pub
Warnings: None yet, though Cable tends to be blunt: Also possible spoilers for recent canon events in comments.

Cable settled to a spot in a booth, setting his platter down and sipping his beer. The pub was it's usual active self and he was enjoying the oddness of it after his recent time up top in Utopia and the future. While the pub was active, and any number of odd things seemed to happen all the time, it also felt far less malevolent than his own life, and getting some peace from life was a nice change. Cable did what he did because it had to be done. He liked guns and violence as much as the next man, but even he liked downtime. And beer.

So beer was what he was drinking as he slipped out his laptop and settled to read and eat. And watch the pub. He was always watching. People watching was a thing for him, made a little easier by his borderline telepathy, these days mostly dormant, which allowed him to 'hear' a little better than most people. Even without that, he was a long student of people, as he had to be as both a soldier and a mercenary. Knowing how someone was going to move or act meant the difference between life and death to a merc, and Cable no less than any other. So he watched.

magneticxman — Sun, 02 May 2010 20:03:03 GMT

Who: Chuck and Lorna
What: a fancy date
Where: a nice restaurant

Lorna was excited and nervous about this date. She loved to go out to eat, and she really liked Chuck a lot, but going on a date in public back home had never worked out well for her. The last time she'd done it she'd been in X-Factor and had wound up floating a random stranger around the room by his belt buckle. So she was a little leery about this, even as she was excited about what the night might bring.

She was wearing the sexiest clothing she owned, which also happened to be the classiest, because Lorna was nothing if not showy. She looked around the restaurant, wondering if Chuck had arrived before her or not.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON... why aren't you in the pub?

southernreaper — Sun, 02 May 2010 17:57:13 GMT

Who: EVERYONE! Pub post, folks. Come hang out.
Where: PUB! PUB! PUB! ... and pub.
When: aaaaaaaaall daaaaaaaaaaay.
Warnings: Keep it clean. Swearing though.

Kevin is not bartending. He's hanging out at a table, with a laptop, a burger and fries, with a glass of sweet tea.

He's got his back to the wall and he's making sure no one creates trouble.

This is Vista Del Fuego, and this is the Pub. Belly up and have a drink.

[ooc: Feel free to plop yourself at Kevin's table, and bother him. Feel free to NPC bartenders getting drinks and food.]

theotherspeedy — Sun, 02 May 2010 03:03:02 GMT

WHO: Mia, closed narrative
WHAT: Going home... with a mission.
WHEN: Saturday here, leads to alternate events for Cry for Justice 7
WARNINGS: Violence, death

Getting back was disorientating. Time and space and dimensions blurring for a few seconds, and she was home. She had been hoping that she'd get back early enough to stop everything in time, to warn everyone. It wasn't. It was later than she had been hoping for... judging by the way the floor in her room was shaking under her feet, it was much later.

It was too late to kill Electrocutioner before he had the chance to pull it off, to save all those other lives, keep Roy from losing his arm by warning everyone about Prometheus. But the house was still standing. She wasn't too late for the important part, though. The reason she was here.

"Mia!" Her heart jumped when she heard the tiny voice. "I'm here, Lian. Come on, we need to get out of-" the ground shook again, and Lian's arms wrapped around her waist. She started pulling her towards the door. Rubble was already blocking the it, though, and more was falling. She needed to think fast. "Over-" she pulled her body over Lian's to shelter her from a chunk of the ceiling.

It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. And these were just the aftershocks from explosions further away. There would be another one, closer. She needed to think fast, and move even faster.

"Lian, you remember that time we made the fort from the couch cushions? We need to do something like that now, but we're gonna do it in this closet here, okay?" the girl looked confused, but nodded.

She ran through the house, collecting every pillow, blanket, she could find and piled them along the floor and walls of the tiny broom closet after tossing the contents to the floor. She wrapped Lian in the quilt, and pushed her inside, then piled more on top of her, shutting her inside.

Then everything went black.

The next thing she heard was Ollie's voice, calling her name. It sounded so far away though. She could taste blood, but she didn't hurt. Actually... she couldn't feel anything below her chest. She opened her eyes and looked at her Her arm was bent in a way it... really shouldn't have been, and she she couldn't help but laugh. It struck her as funny for some reason, until the hazy memories started to return. Ollie was leaning over her, ordering everyone to stand back, not to move her, that she probably had spinal injuries. At least that's what she thought it sounded like. It was hard to tell. Everything sounded like she was underwater.

She opened her mouth, and tried to speak. Nothing came out, except blood. Internal injuries, she told herself, somewhere in the back of her mind. That wasn't important though. Her eyes darted around, looking, and she kept trying to talk, but nothing came out.

Then she heard a high-pitched wail. Lian crying, trying to struggle out of the grip Dinah had on her. "MIA!" There were a few bumps and bruises on her, and Dinah was keeping her face turned away and her eyes covered. Good. She didn't need to see this.

She looked back to Ollie. There was pain in his eyes. It was close to what she'd seen when she told him she was positive- he wasn't trying to hide it now. She wanted to tell him that it was okay, that she'd willingly walked into this, that there was good reason, but nothing came out.

She'd been expecting that, though. That's why there was a note tucked into her sleeve. She'd written it on the bus, in case of something like this.

Ollie,

You wouldn't believe me if I told you how I know, but this had to happen. And it was worth it. I've seen the other way this can end, and believe me, it's a lot better this way. I had to save Lian.

You gave me nearly five years that I never would have had. Without you, I would have been dead the night you met me. More importantly, you gave me five years where I was happy. I never had a father before you, not a real one. You gave me a family.

I had to be sure Roy would still have his. Lian is the girl I could never be, and deserves to have the life I never could.

I love you all and I hope you understand.

Mia.

She died smiling.

uoy_xeh — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 17:21:25 GMT

Who: Zatanna and OTA
Where: Pub
When: Late afternoon

The pub looked like something Quentin Tarentino would film a movie in - gritty and filled with a strange mix of characters. She'd wandered in from her lair, trying to locate her father's journals with a spell. She tried magic to send her back to Gotham, but there was some strange leylines that prevented her leaving so easily. The Hotel California was stuck in her head for some reason, and she wasn't the biggest fan of the Eagles. She did a fair bit of exploring the realm before it became rather clear that she was stuck for the time being. It was a big realm, though, and it wouldn't hurt to give the place a more thorough once over to check for those journals, but it would hurt even less grabbing a pint at the pub. Just the one, though. Garbled words were a dangerous breed of stupid in the magic game.

makes_asteroids — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 05:28:56 GMT

Who: Mags and Kitty
Where: The Deli
When: Lunchtime
What: A friendly chat. Maybe plotting of a geekish nature.
Warnings: Probably not.

Magnus waited for Kitty arrive, having invited her to lunch at the new deli. He admitted he was worried about her. Nightmares after trauma weren't uncommon, but he understood how they could become more. He felt a little more confident after talking with Charles, and in reviewing his own training from the hospital, and yet, still felt unsure by dealing with with. That was good he supposed.

He was also eager to get started on their project, and wanted to check with her that she didn't mind Chuck being involved.

Geeks United - OPEN RP POST - NEVER CLOSES!!!!!!!

madebymagic — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 20:27:02 GMT

Who: Any and all who call themselves a geek
Where: Billy's new comic/geek shop: The Geek Corps.
When: Anytime

Billy had been bored. So he's gotten the permission from the bosses, and made his own little shop. Oh course, it took a bit of magic and moving all this stuff again, but it was completely worth it. The shop's front window was wide and showed off the Marvel family lightning bolt, the sign above blinked in bright green writing: The Geek Corps. He was proud of it, and was prouder still of how the inside turned out.

A few tables lined the front windows, set up like old diner round booths. Perfect for a quick game of magic, pokemon, yu-gi-oh, or even a D&D campaign. Moving in from the doors, there were shelves upon shelves of toys, games, and dvds. All sci-fi, fantasy, or all around geek in nature. On the right wall were a bunch of computers, set up with a make shift network so the people on them could play various computer games. The walls above them were lined with shelves featuring said games.

The came Billy's favorite part of the store. The register. The center of the store was completely devoted to the register, and the design was Billy's favorite. He had made it look just like the inter most conceal of the TARDIS. Glowing orange and blue lights, and whirling sounds. The monitors around the desk, even broke in with different views from every world he'd ever been too. Including alien worlds. His favorite to few of course was Oa and Kandor. It also shows points from history. The civil war, the superhuman civil war, world war one, world war two, and the Kree/Skrull war.

The back of the store, was completely devoted to comic books. Every comic book that had ever been printed. Though there weren't multiple copies of the issues, if someone wished to buy one, Billy knew a handy copy spell that'd copy the book exactly. There were also couches and chairs of all shapes and sizes that littered the area, where people could curl up and just read or hang out.

Finally the decorations. He had stripped his room of most of it's accessories. His replica of Cap's shield, his green lantern lantern, his bat light, and his make shift TARDIS. But he had also added a few other things. On one of the tables up front, sat various issues of the Daily Planet and Daily Bugle. He kept the newest issues on hand, just in case someone wanted to keep up with that world. He also printed out most of the stories from the Front Line page, though he had to go home to fetch those. There were even shirts and posters of various heroes. Guy Gardner's profile poster hung on one wall, right next to a poster of Wonder Man. There were also various items that were stolen or replicated from different X-Men. On one wall were even claw marks that if asked, Billy would tell any who listened that Wolverine had done it himself. A few batrangs littered the ceiling, and a few of the golden R's from Robin and silver stars from Patriot. There was even a target with a few green, red, and purple arrows planted into the center bullseye.

His favorite replicas however were of Cyclops visor, and Deadpool's twin swords. They sat closest to the register, without blocking the few of the TARDIS control center.

Billy was proud of his shop. He just hopped everyone else enjoyed it.

southernreaper — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 19:45:12 GMT

Who: Kevin +OTA
Where: Outside on the patio
When: Early this morning
What: Kevin's taking an early morning, and watching Miss Rissa and Captain Kuchiki sparring, while reading.
Warnings: Probably not.

Kevin sipped his coffee, feet propped up on the chair opposite him. Hearing the soft crack of wood on flesh, he turned to see the Captain attacking Miss Rissa.

He turned back to his reading. His coffee mug sat on the table next to him. His magazine rustled in the weak wind, but more annoying were the bangs that flopped into his face. He needed a hair cut.

Hearing someone behind him, he didn't look up until he heard Miss Rissa taunting the Captain again. He snorted in amusement, and sipped his coffee. "Pull up a seat." He offered.

The Big Apple

jean_therapy — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 08:53:27 GMT

Who: Jean + Jubes + Mia
Where: Out and about NYC
What: Chills, Thrills, Spills, and maybe an evil mutant or two.

The second the alarm went off, Jean snapped to. Scott was awake for a change and proclaimed a desire to go but before she had finished her shower he was asleep again. She had apparently married Sleeping Beauty, sans long blond hair and princess status. There had to be something for this. When she got home, she was going to have to hunt down Kurt to grill him on it. It had long since surpassed the ridiculous.

With a good pair of walking shoes, pair of jeans and a couple of choices for weather, she headed out to the car to meet the other girls and head into the city. The 3 times she have ventured out, it had been 3 different seasons, she was hoping for not winter but she had brought her coat just in case.

Each time she had gone, she had found herself driving along and then poof she was simply where she wanted to be. Two out of the three times she had found herself coming out of the Holland Tunnel, across the George Washington. She had been sure to go back the way she had come and just as when she had entered, she would be driving along and poof she was back. She didn't try to figure out how it worked, there was likely a headache waiting for her there.

Jean sat on the front of the car, dangling her legs waiting for Jubes and Mia. She looked down at her watch, 9:54. Still a bit early.