X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Totoro on 26-01-2017, 12:08:38</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 12:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://www.adweek.com/files/blogs/x-mansion-hed-2016.jpg)</div><br>The X-Mansion is the home of Charles Xavier and the school that houses a multitude of mutants from across the world. It is spacious, elegant and well maintained by the same students who learn there. Despite the somewhat dated decor the mansion is very well equipped, with an assortment of cutting edge technology to aid in a variety of things. The main mansion building includes the hallways, large entrance hall, several staircases and waiting rooms. A variety of student studies rooms, workshops and other useful spaces. <br><br><strong>Current Time Period:</strong> Monday 15th - Sunday 21st September, 2017<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200]https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br>[b]Location:[/b] (Where are they?)<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br>[b]Content:[/b] (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OOC Thread Links:</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Recruitment Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261698.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC Chat</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261903.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wanted Adds</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262276.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">X-Men Character Sheets (PC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brotherhood of Mutants Character sheets (NPC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261921.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Worldbuilding Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261694.msg12908401#msg12908401)</div></div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>IC Thread Links:</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hub Thread</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262224.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262264.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Student Dormitories and Teacher's Rooms</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262267.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion Grounds</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Academic Classrooms</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262269.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Mutant Studies Classes</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262270.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262271.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Smut Thread</span></strong> &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262272.0)</div></div></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 02:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> morning talk<br><hr><br>It was still early in the morning, when the sun had not yet warmed the mansion grounds, and the students were barely awake. Jean Grey stood, wearing a sea-green dress with a light jacket over it, in front of the coffee maker as she prepared herself for the new day. It was the beginning of something special, she thought, as the house started coming alive. She was hopeful that they were building a future everyone could live in. Today, could be the start of that day. <br><br>As she grabbed her cup of coffee and walked towards the common room, Jean's listened to the words coming from the tv which caught her attention. Once again, mutants were the talk of the morning news. Lately, it seemed like it was always on everyone's mouth--politicians, religious ministers, and even gossip talk shows. Stepping in front of the tv, Jean's focus was on the images presented on the screen. A mutant, apparently one with fur and an ape-like appearance, was being 'subdued' by the government special forces, using excessive force needlessly as the mutant was visibly frightened. <br><br><em>"Is this what the world has come to?"</em> She thought to herself, on those brief moments where her thoughts in her head were hers and not someone else's stray thoughts creeping in. <em>"People cheering while the police assault a helpless mutant...He probably has no power other than what he looks like on the outside, and yet he is a 'menace to society'? Why have we allowed this..?"</em> Her thoughts turned bitter as the mutant was taken into custody. <em>"Why? Why?"</em> Part of her wants to stop the madness bring down her own kind of justice on those sadistic men who are supposed to protect the innocent, human and mutant alike. However, they made a truce and complied. They have to play by the rules, but why do the rules only seem to apply to baseline humans? <br><br>As Jean's mood sours, she does not notice Professor Charles Xavier approaching and witnessing the same newscast just a few feet from her. In fact, she stands there motionless, never once having tasted the coffee that slowly grows cold in her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 12:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room, heading out into the grounds. <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking with Jean<br><hr><br>"Jean." <br><br>Charles didn't need a single power to tell exactly what was going through her mind as she watched the footage. Even he felt a well of anger and pity at the dark scenes. But his convictions remained absolute, and he needed her to understand why things had to be this way. He quietly approached her, stopping and looking into her eyes with a fairly serious expression. This time his voice was not out loud, but spoke to her mind instead. <br><br><em>"Jean, we need to talk. Come take a walk with me."</em><br><br>His tone was firm, but polite and certainly not angry. It was a blessing that the two could speak so easily without the world around them knowing a thing. He hoped she'd be happy to head outside in the refreshing morning air with him for a little, and even more he hoped that she'd listen to him. She was a good person, and he knew she'd understand. But her fiery passion was dangerous. In some ways her determination to see mutants treated right reminded him of his dear old friend. It gave him hope, but scared him at the same time. Seeing another person who cared so much that they could not back down from a cause push themselves too far was his nightmare. Inside her mind once again, his voice spoke out.<br><br><em>"I know it angers you. It angers me, too. There is nothing I cannot bear more than to see anyone, human or mutant, treated like that. But we cannot fight fire with fire. It will only escalate the situation. You know as clearly as I do that Erik's path only hurts everyone in the end, and I refuse to believe you could support a road to war. The darkness out there is the moment before a dawn, and we will find a way to bring out that light." </em><br><br>His speech was a little stereotypical and cliche, perhaps, but he believed in every word he spoke. As he talked he made his way to the nearest door, glancing at Jean and giving a slight nod at her to open it. Considering her particular gifts he expected it'd be wide open before he even reached it. Regardless, he smiled as he reached the cool outdoors air. The soft morning light gave a glow to the dewy grass out on the lawns, and the breeze was gentle and calming. This tranquility was the world to Charles, and he couldn't help smiling a little. He was worried Jean would be angry with him, but he could understand it if she was. <br><br><div align="center">Scene Continues Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.0)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 22:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salvation (Also David Charleston)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shocking Footage on TV<br><hr><br>The news was a reasonably typical slow night. A few dark pieces on the threat of mutants, and updates on the Brotherhoods latest movements. A little world news, before the main attraction of the night showed up. The studio cut to footage of David Charleston. He was a tall and bold man, who'd been seen in the news a lot over recent years as his operation promised to defend humanity. He was a vital part of all Government operations surrounding mutants, and had a new and vital tool in defending the American population. He was standing in a small command center, speaking directly to the camera as he prepared to begin operations. <br><br><strong>"This is Operations Director David Charleston. And I am here to inform you, The great American public, of a new breakthrough in the defense and security of your nation. No longer will any civilian have to fear the dangers of mutant terrorism. Working directly with Mr. William Stryker of the Weapon-X program I have funded and created the most advanced military unit in the world. It is known as 'The Equalizer'. And it is to mutants, what they are to us. Now, before they act rashly, they will have to consider that they are playing on a level field for the first time in history. I am inviting the world to watch as Salvation is brought to America. Thank you."</strong><br><br>As soon as the speech was over he picked up a radio and simply said<br><br><strong>"Operation, go. All eyes are on you soldier." </strong><br><br>Salvation had been waiting in a helicopter throughout the speech, waiting for the order to go. The door was open and he could feel the adrenaline coursing. He'd spent years readying himself for this. Defending America. He took a few heavy breaths as he knew the call was coming through, clearing his mind. He looked down. Thousands of feet up, now. They were almost above the clouds and his target was little more than a faint spec. The suit was heavy around him, and he could feel the cool alloys ready to spring into action. The second that radio crackled and Director Charleston finished Salvation sprung into action. <br><br>His suit fired up as he walked, propelling him the two brief steps before he flung himself from the helicopter. News and government camera crews eyes were on him from all angles, the air and down on the ground. But right now he looked more like a missile than a man. As he fell the jet engines in his suit kicked in, a white hot roar of flames spat into the sky and propelled him toward the ground. There was an almighty crash as the living meteorite shattered the sound barrier, before he began to approach the floor. Almost as fast as he'd accelerated he leveled out, ending up hovering just a little over the rooftops. <br><br>His camera switched to thermal imaging and began seeking the target. As soon as he had the mutant in hiding in sight he dropped to the ground. Each footstep echoed in the calm evening air. She was indoors, on the first floor. Seemed to be sitting and reading. He reached the outer wall of the building and placed his hand on the concrete. With a sudden hum and a flash of light the wall seemed to explode inwards, spraying concrete and bricks across the student housing common room. The resting girl panicked immediately, almost falling from her chair in shock. Salvation advanced without blinking. She may appear afraid but she was dangerous. They'd monitored her and knew she was capable of putting up a serious fight. <br><br><strong>"What the fuck?"</strong><br><br>The young lady screamed at him aggressively, although there was a large measure of confusion to her statement. <br><br><strong>"Place your hands behind your head and get on the ground. Do not resist arrest."</strong><br><br>He raised his palm at her in a silent threat, the shotgun on top of his forearm leveled cleanly at her head. But the girl didn't seem to take the threat very seriously. In a shocking move she dashed forwards, balling her fist and aiming to land a punch. Salvation saw her motion before she could reach him, moving into a smooth duck with surprising speed and readying himself for a tackle. She connected with surprising force, her body felt like it was made of solid steel. But Salvation drove his armoured shoulder firmly into her stomach and wrapped a powerful arm around her, lifting her from her feet and slamming her violently into the floor. The sound echoed out with a shocking crash. <br><br>The impact should've killed her, but she barely seemed to be phased by it. Instead she reigned a string of uncoordinated but fast and powerful blows upon his helmet as he held her. Alerts flashed up, the shield deflecting the kinetic impacts was struggling a shocking amount. This girl really was strong. So strong that he wasn't prepared for what happened next. As he pulled away from her to avoid the impacts she grabbed him hard by the shoulders, pushing him up and following with a violent kick from the ground. It was a feat of acrobatics he hadn't anticipated, and sent him crashing back out into the street. He landed with a metallic crash, swiftly returning to his feet to see her heading through the now demolished wall. He looked around, seeing the news crew helicopters hovering everywhere he knew this was the time to prove how necessary he was. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 17:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a9/7b/39/a97b3909bb12e4efb1d3d0aa74c828da.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.newyorkera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Emma-Watson-HD-Images-2017-photos-Pictures-wallpapers-Download-54.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire || Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Salvation and Yolande (on TV)</em>; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching the news, reacting to the news--wondering why it's always New Jersey.</div><hr><br>Rogue made it a point to try and watch the news every night. After the chaos that had been her earlier years, and the things she had seen and done as a part of the Brotherhood of Mutants, staying in touch and up to date with the goings on in the country had some importance to her. Plus...She was still concerned for her few friends and family that remained in the group. They'd had little to say to her recently, in the rather rare encounters and moments they had to interact...The idea that some of them outright despised her, hated her, hurt her more than she was sure they would ever give themselves credit for. Especially her mother...<br><br>Others, though, she was just fine hating because the feeling was mutual anymore. While her friends, like the twins, she could still sympathize with and wish she could talk to again, those like Sabertooth she wouldn't mind kicking straight into a volcano. Now that she could see the Brotherhood's actions for what they were, and the brutal extremes many members went to, it had become harder to apologize for them.<br><br>People had to understand, though, that mutants had no other choice.<br><br>"Migh' as well see what lies the media is spoutin' today..." Rogue huffed, as she flopped onto the couch. She was feeling a bit better that day, evident by her choice of clothing. A rather snug fitting dark pink top (the pink was not her fault--some punk that had color manipulation powers had gotten a slapped across the face Southern-style by a glove, and she didn't feel like changing), long sleeved of course, and tight black pants showed off the Southern belle's beauty. Brown hair let loose, her white streak falling in front of an eye, her ever-present black gloves and her boots...She felt pretty that day. Possibly because she felt like herself that day, with no unwanted, stolen memories bouncing around in her head. Only one other girl was in the lounge, a cute little redhead, curled up on a recliner with a book, reading. "Hey, Red, you mind if little ol' me changes the chanel?"<br><br>Rogue flashed the girl a winning grin, her voice startling her from her reading. It was the nickname that startled Rahne so--typically only Laura called her Red. But she didn't see her roommate around, her green eyes settling on the brunette. Her cheeks colored slightly, but she shook her head, a hand running back through her hair. Her red hair was pulled back that day, and the sweater she wore pulled to a side, showing off her shoulder and some neck, her silver cross necklace on display over the dark blue material.<br><br>"Oh, no...G'head..." she said, the Scottish brogue sounding odd in echo of the Southern accent of the other girl. Rogue just nodded her thanks, and started clicking through the channels. <br><br>"What ya readin' over there?" Rogue asked, curiosity peaked. "Oh, dunno if we met...You new here? You can call me Rogue."<br><br>"No, dun think we've met," Rahne said, offering a gentle smile, "Ah'm Rahne. And Ah'm just reading Luke..."<br><br>"...Ya mean the Bible?" Rogue asked, and when the girl gave a sheepish nod, Rogue chuckled some. "Hah...That's nice. Not many pay attention to the book anymore..."<br><br>The conversation was ended when the news finally clicked on. The special report caught the attention of both girls, and for different reasons. Rogue sat up, no longer lounging, feet on the floor as she frowned at the screen. She had heard enough government propaganda to know nothing at all being said was good. Rahne also felt a nervous ball of tension forming in her stomach, but for different reasons. While many students at the school were American, and thus had a different kind of stake in what was going on. She didn't want to end up being deported, after all, and return to her home where the people who tried to murder her before could get their hands on her again. <br><br>Both girls gasped from the live feed as this armor-clad soldier burst into some girl's room in New Jersey.<br><br>"What the fuck!? He can't do that! Just bursting in?" Rogue shouted at the television, already pissed off and seething. Rahne, just curled in on herself, shaking her head as she watched it. She did well enough in Professor Howlett's history class to know what was coming next.<br><br>"Don't resist, please don't resist..." she whispered to herself.<br><br>But the girl resisted. Rogue let out a bit of a cheer for the girl as she knocked "Salvation" around some, and they ended up on the street. Rogue was still pissed, but she was looking forward to seeing this girl whoop the soldier's ass. It was a pity Magneto wasn't there to swoop in and really teach him a lesson...Rahne just held her Bible to her chest, and pulled her knees up, watching the TV, more worried for the mutant's safety than for the government to be embarrassed. Rogue's shouting at the television was likely to draw the attention of others around, though, as a few other students started to wander in and see what was going on...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 20:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne tries to eat dinner. Some guys disagree.<br><hr><br>Rahne had yet to really recover from her less-than-assuring meeting with Professor Xavier earlier in the day. A sudden relapse into old, dark thoughts had led to a discussion that even now she was sure the elderly man was angry at her for. She had asked him to do something he had taken a firm stand against. And after some time alone to sit and think, the girl had realized how selfish and awful she had been for asking that of him. She definitely needed to apologize...But how?<br><br>She had no answer for that.<br><br>She had no answer for a lot of the thoughts and concerns in her head, and to that end, she had spent most of the day alone. Any plans she had made with her roommate and her few other friends at the school had been ignored, as she stayed out in the forested area around the school. The clearing she had found, the simple little meadow with a creek running through it, she had sat in. Sat, and thought, and prayed, and maybe cried a little bit. If anyone had come looking for her, she never knew it. Not that she imagined many would. The professor would give her space, classes hadn't started yet so the professors wouldn't care, and Laura was probably still too high on could nine with her Wolverine uniform to notice she was gone. They didn't spend much of their days together anyway, not enough an absence would be missed. If anything, the girl was probably just happy Rahne wasn't cleaning their room again...<br><br>But by dinner time, hunger compelled her to return to the mansion. The smells of the dining hall lured her in quickly, and it was with a small small she realized her favorite meal was on the menu. A slow roasted beef, seasoned quite well...Mashed red potatoes, skin in, brown gravy, a vegetable medley...Enough to cheer the wolf shifter up. So soon enough she had a plate and a table to herself in the dining hall. <br><br>"Hey hey hey...Look who we have here, the puppy!!" came a rather loud, annoying voice. Rahne's stomach dropped the second she heard it...Markus Markle had been a bane on her existence since she had arrived at the school. A wealthy mutant, coming from a rather prominent family in Upper New York, he had fixated on her from day one. He absolutely loved being a mutant, and the fact Rahne was having her powers dampened and weakened did not sit well with him. Add in how quiet and reserved she was, and the bully couldn't help but zero in on her. "Didn't see you in the power control stuff the other day...C'mon, babe, you know you gotta have fun and wolf out! Let me in, I want to hear you howl. Awoooo!" he mocked her, his ego, larger than the Empire State Building, unable to accept there as a girl that would turn him down. As Rahne had been for months...<br><br>He sat down across the table from her, some of his buddies surrounding the table. Rahne immediately tensed up, and a part of her wondered just what she had done to deserve all of this today. Another part answered--it was her penance for all her sinful thoughts the day before, about Laura and Netty.<br><br>"Leave m' alone...Ah just want t' eat dinner..."<br><br>"Well, you sure have enough there, sheesh...Maybe you should start pigging out instead of wolfing out. You still being a disgrace to mutant kind, blocking your powers and all that? You know, if you just let me show you how...good a time you're missing..."<br><br>"Ah said, leave m' alone!" she grumbled, but the boys only laughed and mocked her, while Markus scowled. He had been trying to get into her pants for a while, and he wasn't used to being told no. <br><br>"You'd stop turning me down if you knew what's good for you. Or maybe I should get a pair of tits, is that more your speed?" he snapped at her, and stood up. "You know, I try to be nice to you, but you always just have to be such a bitch...Heh, you know, that's true, isn't it?"<br><br>Rahne felt a hand grab her hair, and before she could protest, her face was shoved down into her food. The shock at the action kept her as still as the hand would have on its own, and then she felt something slip around her neck, pulled tight before she heard a clicking sound. Her hands flew to her neck, fingers prying at the strap of leather...They had slapped a collar on her. Rahne jumped up from her seat, shoving back the boy that had put her face into her plate, gravy and mashed potatoes covering some of her skin, and she rounded on the kid behind her.<br><br>"You bastard!" she shouted, possibly the first time she had ever raised her voice at the school. But the boys just laughed, one swiping potatoes off of her face with a finger. In her mind, the wolf that Charles had chained and restrained growled, and started to stir, testing the chains. The physical result was Rahne snapping at the finger that came in to get more potatoes, her cheeks crimson in embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. But, the slender Scottish girl was hardly intimidating.<br><br>"Oooh, the puppy bites! And that language, tsk, better muzzle her Johnny," Markus laughed. They'd come prepared for this. They just hadn't figured she'd be baited quite so easily. So one boy grabbed her, and Johnny, the one that put the collar on her, pulled another item from his backpack. A muzzle, like the type used on dogs in he pound. With one boy holding her down, pushing her back onto the table, Johnny forced it around her head, and like the collar, locked it in place. The key he dangled in front of her face, before tossing it to Markus, who just clutched it in his fist. His first glowed red, his powers were heat based, and he dropped the melted lump on the table. "Oops..." he snickered.<br><br>Rahne was in shock. Mind reeling at what was happening, she just tried to claw the muzzle off of her face. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she looked around the dining hall. Most students there were just staring in shock at the commotion, but no one was really making a move to help her. She started forward, trying to run off, when a foot tripped her, and she fell hard to her hands and knees.<br><br>"Bitches get around on all fours, Rahne," Markus said, kneeling next to her and grabbing her by the hair. "Don't tell me no next time..." he spat, and shoved her away. Markus and his group of three laughed as Rahne just started to scramble away...This was not her day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 19:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://static6.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11/117763/2698759-231136_47484_super.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Lower Atmosphere &gt; Mansion Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne, Bullies, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Gabriel sees cruelty can be found anywhere, and he decides to put a stop to it.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Having technically been born in space, and spending so much time in space, and looking out into space, and wondering what beyond Chandilar had in store for him...all of this wondering and contemplation had made the vast, cold, emptiness of space...an immense comfort. So when he could, or when he felt like it, he'd fly up into the atmosphere. Thankfully with his powers he was more than fast enough to reach escape velocity. And since a human wasn't big enough to pick up on radar(especially when that human could alter the energy signatures he gave off), he was basically left alone when he went off on his sojourns.<br><br>&nbsp;Today, he had nothing with him but his phone and earbuds. And once he was alone, he looked up and took off into the sky like a rocket. A trail of golden energy streaked behind him for miles until he broke the cloud layer. Finally, once he was surrounded by the cold blackness, the golden glow of his energy shield was the only thing not dimly lit and hundreds of millions of lightyears away. He didn't want to think or contemplate right now, just float. So that's what he did. And he let the music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rAv5zgtsmM) flood over him while he took in the grand splendor of Earth, the Moon, stars...<em>everything</em>. He could get lost out here for hours.<br><br>&nbsp;Luckily he had a big beacon to guide him back in case that happened. Today was not the day for him to zone out in space however, because when his song was interrupted by an alarm, he immediately knew what it was. Dinner time! Chandilar and the Shi'ar empire as a whole had had amazing, exotic, literally otherworldly food. The kind of otherworldly where the food moves and talks <em>after</em> being prepared. But the human in Gabriel appreciated the simple things too. Like burgers! Who knew cooked cow with condiments and bread could be one of the most delicious things ever?! He didn't know what was on the menu for today, but he <em>did</em> know that since coming to the school, they'd never let him down yet. So he was excited. "I guess I can finish this later. For now...dinner calls me."<br><br>&nbsp;Turning back to Earth, his energy flared and he plummeted toward Earth in a fiery contrail (http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/b/ba/Vulcan_Flight.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110801174912). Once he'd gone through re-entry and the atmosphere, he homed in on the school and landed nearly perfectly on the driveway. He did scorch the stone a bit, as his temperature was probably beyond what most vehicles could take without melting at the moment. Once the steam had faded and it was safe for him to be around people, he walked into the school and into the dining hall.<br><br>&nbsp;He was no feral, but the delicious smell of the food had him comically floating down the hallway like the cartoon characters he'd fallen in love with since arriving. Instead of going back for seconds, after he got in line he just got two helpings at once to save time. He was still used to eating as much as he could at once, because he may not eat again for a while. Vulcan had made a few friends since arriving. He had cool powers, he was nice, likable, and it seemed he has this huge aversion to bullying. It was almost as if(to those who didn't know his story), like he had a personal vendetta against it. So maybe Markle didn't know he'd come into the hall and sat near the back, facing a window with some of his new friends.<br><br>&nbsp;Or maybe he just hadn't met or heard of Gabriel yet. Either way, he'd learn soon. At the moment though, Gabriel was engrossed with his steak, and potatoes, and just talking with people he liked. He almost heard nothing of the first exchange, but the widened eyes from Melody caused him to turn in his seat. The first thing he saw was Markle and his cronies surrounding Rahne the wolf girl. He'd seen her transform once; it was so cool. The first thing he heard was the howl. And from there, he saw it all, heard it all.<br><br>&nbsp;He <em>watched</em> them torment that poor girl, he watched them shove her face in her food like they were punishing a dog. He watched them put a collar on her neck and tease her when she protested. He watched her futilely snap at them, but not transform. Why did she hold back? The same reason he had. The same reason this was all so familiar to him. He knew her pain. In this moment, he probably knew far worse, but hers was nothing to scoff at. No one deserved this, and he needed to do something.&nbsp; He...he watched them manhandle the innocent girl, put a muzzle on her, and melt the key so she couldn't get it off. He hadn't realized how heavy his breathing was getting. Hadn't realized he'd taken a few steps forward and was still doing so despite his friends trying to hold him back.<br><br>&nbsp;Then the poor girl was tripped, pushed to her knees and called a bitch. The nail in the coffin was Markus telling her that next time, he shouldn't tell her no. Back in his room, hidden in a box was a small data cube that had video and audio of Emperor D'ken saying something frightfully similar to his parents, right after he'd raped his mother and cut him out of her stomach. It broke something in him. A hidden trigger he didn't know he had. "Leave her alone," he choked out in almost a whimper. Tears freely streamed down his own face as the boys PTSD came on in full. Seeing something so close to the psychological horrors that had been his life up until just recently was too much. <br><br>"Leave her alone!" His shout quieted the whole room, as brilliant golden energy poured off of him in waves so powerful the people too close to him were repulsed away from him. He took a few steps toward Rahne, but he could see the panic and fear on her face. Seeing him like this wouldn't help her. Plenty of other people could get the muzzle and collar off. Right now, his focus was Markus. And making him see why kindness was the best policy. Eyes were now either on him, or on Rahne, or on the still smug looking Markus.<br><br>&nbsp;He ignored the other two boys, as they'd get what was coming. But Markus ran things. He had to cut the head off this snake. Or just hurt him really, really bad. Either or; it was hard to focus on what was right and wrong at the moment...one of the drawbacks of a waking nightmare. One of them got in his face, and all Vulcan said was <em>"Move"</em>. An energy pulse sent the boy sliding across the floor. He hadn't hurt him, but he was out of the way. Markus was his target, and the youngest Summers had tunnel vision.<br><br>&nbsp;"What's the matter <em>golden boy</em>? Don't like seeing a bitch get put in her place? Well maybe next time she should listen to what I say. What goods a mutt with no home training?" Despite his continued trash talk and cool demeanor, Markus hadn't ignored how easily his friend was blasted away. His hands glowed bright red, then white hot. He could light his whole body up, but he wasn't wearing his uniform under his clothes, and that was the only piece of heat-resistant clothing he had. Anymore than his hands right now would leave him as naked as the day he was born. And Markus wasn't <em>that</em> confident. "Apologize," he said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Take off the collar. Unlock the muzzle. And <em>apologize</em>!!!" His muscular chest was heaving up and down, not from exertion, but from sheer rage. Rage enough to kill Markus where he stood...if not for the many sessions with Xavier and all the others who were trying their best to help him get past the murderous programming he'd been raised with. He couldn't let them down, but he knew this kind of behavior was not just frowned upon, it was simply not allowed. Markus needed to learn a lesson. Gabriel's outburst caused the rich kid to take a step back, but he'd hold his ground.<br><br>&nbsp;"Take a step back glow stick, before you get burned. I don't know what you can do, but I guarantee you can't take beyond third degree bur-huh?!" While he was talking, Gabriel had sped forward and locked his bare hands with Markus'. He didn't grimace or show pain of any sort when he did. Instead, the golden shield faded and he yanked his hands up above their heads. The nearly blinding white light surrounding the boys hands ebbed and died. The heat radiating them ebbed and died. The confident, arrogant grin on his face...ebbed and died. "What I do, is why I'm not burning. I control energy, Markus. I could drain you dry right now as easy as breathing. What I <em>do</em>, is why you probably feel like you're in an ice cave. Your energy? It's <em>mine</em> now. To do whatever I want with it. Like this!"<br><br>&nbsp;Ripping his hand free of Markus', he surrounded it with the stolen energy and clocked him in the jaw. The boy went twirling and flying through the air, before slamming into a pillar on his back and bouncing off. He probably had a broken rib, and would definitely be sore for the next few days. But Gabriel had really pulled his punch. He could have done <em>so</em> much worse. What the fuck?! Markus' head was swimming, and throbbing, and pounding, and so many other things it was a wonder he was still conscious. His vision was blurry and his side hurt. He already was bruising from where he bounced off the pillar, and now he was starting to feel the rest of it. "Nnnnng, the fuck's your problem psycho?! Can't take a joke?" He found a laugh through the pain, and tried to stand but stumbled back to the floor. "Get up." Fear was finally starting to take hold in Markus' eyes, as he realized Gabriel didn't intend to stop. "I SAID GET UP, NOW, DROGG!!!"&nbsp; He had enough control to not kill the boy, but only just. Someone needed to jump in and quick before the lesson, turned into one Markus and his friends would never forget. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 02:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Kh9oSPJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming toward the common room, hearing the shouts and comes in to see her roommate and as cowering red head with the bible in her hand.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/G9qoU9N.jpg) - Raised Sole Chuck Taylors (http://i.imgur.com/wZfNJhx.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>The last few days had beena&nbsp; bit busier than usual. Heather had come across a few of her classmates and teachers is strange circumstances, but nothing <em>‘unfortunate’ </em>had happened as of late. Her left arm was covered in bracelets, she had a proud thought as she made her way through the hallways with a bag of strawberry chew candies in her hand. Chewing at the sweet false strawberry flavor, she thought about how long it’d been since she’d gone and accidentally seduced some one. There were twenty-seven bracelets hanging there, if she kept up at this pace, she would need to find a new system. Heather only had fifty bracelets prepared. <em>‘I could make more.’</em> She thought.<br><br>She was smiling and humming as she made her way through the halls. She should have been studying, but unlike other students, Heather actually wasted most of her day with teachers. Xavier had forced her to go to classes no matter how much she hated it. And, she suffered in the environment, so on top of six hours of school, she almost always dedicated three hours afterward to private tutoring, and private classes. Of course, Heather didn’t really have to sleep, so she could stay up late no problem, but everybody else slept during the night. She’d had a number of late nights with her roommate sweety Anne Marie, even the slightest touch kept Rogue awake all night. Even though the two could do little more than chat and cuddle, that didn’t stop them from spending time together into the early morning hours. So, times free when the mansion was still awake were sacred for her. There was almost nothing more enjoyable than wandering through the halls around eight with delicious strawberry snacks.<br><br>If she were completely honest with herself, she would have known that she was actually seeking out Rogue. And, she had become familiar with the places that her roommate liked to spend time. Not everyone trusted Rogue, but not everyone was as close to her as Highlights. Heather simply couldn’t understand how anyone could doubt her motives. <em>‘She’s, like, perfect.’</em><br><br>She was closing in on the common room when she could hear Anne Marie shouting inside. <em>‘What is she watching? Sports?’ </em>Heather moved the door aside and stepped in to see the tableau of Rahne and Rogue in their chairs. <strong>“Hey.”</strong> Heather hadn’t talked to Rahne yet, but she’d seen her around campus, and she’d heard about what happened in the cafeteria. <strong>“What’s going on?” </strong>She asked with a labored laugh in her voice. She didn’t understand the depth of the situation. <strong>“What’s with all the yelling?”</strong><br><br>Highlights swam through the room, carefully slipping beside Rogue and plopping down beside her. As she landed, she offered some of her gummy candies, shifting in her place, playfully rubbing her hip against Anne Marie's hip. <strong>“Is this the news?” </strong>It looked like an action movie. Heather was starting to understand. Her stomach sank as her eyes focused on the screen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 08:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.theplace2.ru/archive/ellen_page/img/whip_it_ellen_page_d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th 20:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rajneesh, Rogue, Highlights, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Understanding the Brotherhood while watching television, wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6c/50/ed/6c50edbd5985e635b9335c6d6455db20.jpg)<br><hr><br>It had been three days since Kitty had gone to the danger room, and still, she was a little sore. It was a good sore, though. A sore that let you know that you had worked hard, that your muscles had worked hard for something good. It felt good, knowing that she had worked hard for a good cause, even if it was just for training purposes.<br><br>The serenity had come over her, and stayed for most of the day. Working in her room after classes, she had left the door open. Having put her nose in a book, she had left the door open just to be friendly. What she hadn't been expecting was the sound she of screams and shouts. Kitty looked up, a frown upon her face. "What the fuck...?" <br><br>Closing the book, she would set it aside. She spun upon her bed, and rose quickly to her feet. Footsteps carried her into the common room, where she saw the familiar trio. Rahne, Kitty had to admit, she didn't know very well. Rogue was well known to...well...everyone. Kitty couldn't say she was <em>friendly</em> to the woman. And Highlight...well, the multi-color-haired woman was always fun, if a bit brash when she got drunk. <br><br>Still, as much as Kitty wanted to crack a joke at that very moment, the look of the trio didn't really seem jovial. As soon as her gaze averted to the television, she could see why. The attack on the television almost seemed like something out of a movie...but it wasn't. The scrolling of the news was evidence enough that this was real....this was really happening. Kitty couldn't move for a moment, and seemed to catch her breath as the mutant woman took off. Her hands went down, one holding the edge of the couch right behind Heather, the other attempting to ease the fear apparent in Rahne's posture. <br><br>"She'll get away....and they won't come here. The Professor will make sure we are safe." She tried to sound comforting and reassuring. But in all honesty, she didn't know what was about to happen. And if this was all part of the governments "solution" to mutants....what would this mean for them? It was a chilling thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 14:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salvation <br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande, Kitty, Rogue, Highlights, Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shocking Footage on TV (Some violence/Injury)<br><hr><br>Salvation looked at the approaching girl with a serious expression, although of course nothing could be seen behind the mask. Although now the eyes lit up a piercing red, and the array of lethal weaponry at his shoulders trained itself on her. But gunfire was not the plan here, instead he needed to knock her down.<br><br>The girl broke into a run, then a sprint, as she approached him. Swinging her fist at a superhuman rate, with more than enough force to destroy steel or concrete. Her face fell from anger to confusion and panic as Salvation simply caught her fist in his, squeezing violently causing her to scream in sharp pain. She was resilient enough that he didn't shatter her hand, but he badly bruised her and caused some internal fractures. As she pulled around her other arm Salvation delivered a violent uppercut to her jaw. The blow was driven by servos and motors, as well as the raw kinetic energy his armour could expel. It connected with an echoing crack, and in the moment he let go of her fist and watched her soar backwards. When she crashed down he approached, examining her carefully. <br><br>Still alive, barely conscious. One more impact and she's ready to bring in. As he walked cautiously towards her she raised her palm lightly, gesturing to a nearby car and yanking her hand towards him. Instantly the car catapulted itself through the air towards him, a ton and a half of steel aimed at his chest. Salvation watched it briefly, then spun in impossible time to raise his palm flat at it. A split second before the car hit him his palm flashed a bright red, seeming to drain energy from across the suit. A wall of force erupted from his palm, not stopping the car but tearing it apart in mid-air. The entire vehicle was reduced to pieces smaller than a golf ball, which scattered across the pavement in front of, and behind, Salvation harmlessly. A few pieces clattered into his armour but did nothing more than make metallic clangs and fall to the floor. <br><br>At this point he knelt down beside the target, looking down into her eyes through his scarlet lenses. He grabbed her by the hair, hard, and yanked her head up. Gritting his teeth to make sure he went through with it he slammed his hand down, cracking her head against the pavement. The ground crunched under the impact, but he'd judged it just right to knock her clean unconscious without cracking her skull. <br><br><strong>"Target apprehended. Proceeding to Xavier's School for Mutants on your order, Sir."</strong><br><br>Salvation quickly reported the success to Director Charleston. Paperwork was other people's jurisdiction, and given that she was unconscious she could be dropped at the school and they'd let her decide if she wanted to stay when she woke up. The Director would make sure some teachers were on hand to greet Salvation on arrival. Meanwhile, he had to get there. Hauling the young mutant from the floor he wrapped his powerful mechanical arms around her. Making sure she was tight to his chest he looked directly up, lighting his jets and soaring&nbsp; into the sky in seconds he was nothing but a distant speck rapidly en route to the school. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 15:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a9/7b/39/a97b3909bb12e4efb1d3d0aa74c828da.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.newyorkera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Emma-Watson-HD-Images-2017-photos-Pictures-wallpapers-Download-54.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire || Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Salvation and Yolande (on TV)</em>; Heather Donalds | Highlights, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching the news, reacting to the news--wondering why it's always New Jersey.</div><hr><br>Rahne didn't react much to the arrival of the two other girls, her eyes locked on the television as they were. Against all hope, the scene being shown continued to get worse, her emerald green eyes wide in fear and worry. The girl on the television continued to fight, again reason, in the Scot's mind. Tensions in the country were high enough, and the law was not on their side. Putting up a fight, causing a scene such as this, only made the situation worse. It only made the people more afraid, the government more desperate. It led to escalation, which prompted the extremists such as the Brotherhood to worse and worse actions. It was a vicious cycle. And this was the end result...<br><br>"Salvation" the news had called this man. Instead of Salvation, though, Rahne saw an armored terror, as if a seal had been broken and one of the Horsemen was free upon the Earth. Her only concern was for which she saw...War, or Death? <br><br>"No...Oh, no..." she whimpered softly, seeing the man annihilate a car. Despite Kitty's reassurances, Rahne shook her head, and stood with a start. "Ah can't watch this..." she said, and quickly turned to leave. Her eyes briefly met Kitty's, nodding at her slightly at the attempted reassurance. Though, the only comment in there she believed was that the Professor would protect them. But clutching her Bible to her stomach, she quickly left the lounge, not wanting to see or hear the end of the fight. She needed air, and so, she headed to leave and go out to the grounds.<br><br>And so she missed the girl's defeat, and the man's announcement that he was coming to the school.<br><br>"This is bullshit!" Rogue shouted, and shortly after Salvation's announcement, she turned the television off and chuckled the remote across the room. Sighing heavily, she put her face in her hands, Heather's affectionate joining her on the couch overlooked, it seemed. Finally, though, she shook her head, and pushed the offered gummies away gently with a gloved hand, though some of her weight did shift against the hyper young woman, as if she needed a support. "The Brotherhood will just <em>love</em> that...Beatin' that gal on the news, goddammit..." <br><br>Wiping a gloved hand down her face, she sighed, and looked over at Heather, her face one of sadness. And anger. But sadness. Because she knew what the Brotherhood would do, and how they might hurt innocent people again. Who could blame them for striking out? <br><br>"Sorry, not tha' hungry..." she said, before looking up at Kitty. "She got away good, huh?" she quipped, as Kitty had just said that the very thing that had happened, wouldn't happen. But, then she looked around, frowning. "Hey...Where did Red go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 01:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Kh9oSPJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather panics, and gets a little handsy. She's delusional enough to forget exactly who is nearby. As she hides in Rogue's shoulder, she forgets that this young woman can suck her life out. She also gives Kitty some love with a comforting hand squeeze. By the end, she's basically shell-shocked, and ready to hide from the incoming salvation.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/G9qoU9N.jpg) - Raised Sole Chuck Taylors (http://i.imgur.com/wZfNJhx.jpg)<br><hr>Heather's reality shifted quickly from disturbed to horror, and again in to legitimate shock. She went a little pale, and some nausea started to stir, making her a bit dizzy and a bit sick to the stomach as she watched. Her roommate pushed the candy away gently, Heather’s hand just sort of drifted down into her lap as if she'd lost control of it. Suddenly, she wasn’t very hungry either. She looked up and Kitty, unaware that the girl had even come in. She’d been quiet upon entry, and now her hand was only inches away from Highlights’ head. Her rainbow head turned back to the television. Her hand reached back behind her head. Her friend with the phasing powers was delusional. Heather could tell right away that she was just trying to calm herself down. Heather’s hand softly clutched Kitty’s hand right in front of Rogue. Highlights wasn’t good with words in times like these, so instead of agreeing with Kitty, that everything would be fine, she just showed that she cared with a little squeeze of Kitty’s palm.<br><br>As close as Heather and Rogue were, this was a regular type of thing for Heather. She was one of the handiest individuals on the planet. Communication, from her perspective, was largely physical. Hugging, holding hands, resting a hand on another’s shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, tickling, being carried from one place to another. She liked to touch. And, even though she was aware of Rogue’s inability to touch like this, she was still learning how to be completely sensitive. <br><br>Her eyes flashed over to Anne Marie’s. <strong>“Um…” </strong>She wanted to say all kinds of things, instead she just harrumphed gingerly<strong>“meah-nhuh”</strong> and turned back to the newscast to try and catch the rest of the event.<br><br>It didn’t feel real, it was one of those moments in her life that she knew, even while she was experiencing it, that she wouldn’t forget it. She would remember these girls, well Rogue and Kitty at least, Rahne was too new in her mind, and too huddled up in a ball. Heather knew she was there, but she could tell by the scot’s body language that she wasn’t in the mood to be touched or spoken to.<br><br>It seemed like each moment of the broadcast was specifically designed to spark up a controversy. <strong>“Why…?”</strong> Heather tried to finish her thought, but the rest was trapped in her chest. <strong>“Why is this…?”</strong> It would be stuck forever, because the sight of the car being evaporated into innocent chunks of metal made her seize. She moaned out loud in terror, and her jaw dropped. The gummy candies fell from her hand, to her lap, and then slid to the floor. She didn’t notice at all. By now, she’d released Kitty’s hand, and had brought it to her shoulder, hanging there like she was a sleepwalking waitress.<br><br>A tear was falling from her eye by the time Salvation was standing over the poor woman on the street. She could feel what was coming. Her hand had already risen to cover her parted lips. By now, Rogue was leaning into Highlights, and Highlights was pressing back, the tension felt like it was physically pressing them together. <strong>“Oh no!” </strong> Heather's voice tightened, and she squeal-screamed as she exclaimed those words. She didn’t want to watch this man shatter this woman’s skull like a Game of Thrones episode. So she closed her eyes and shielded herself against Rogue’s shoulder, turning away from the screen altogether.<br><br>She wasn’t watching, but she had heard what Salvation said. <em>"Proceeding to Xavier’s school for …”</em> Slowly, she raised her head, and turned to see the television again. She didn’t think about what she said next, it just came out. <strong>“Or that, Kitty…”</strong> Highlights followed up Rogue’s remark with her own version. She wasn’t looking at young Ms. Pryde when she said it, she was barely out of Rogue’s shoulder. The pink fabric was doing a good job of soaking up her sparing tears. She’d let three fall now, but she wasn’t weeping. They were tears of shock. She could feel Rogue turn the television off with her patented hot temper, throwing the remote across the room.<br><br>With the television off, Heather was suddenly faced with the reality. There were four, <em>‘nope, three.’ </em>She realized Rahne was gone when Rogue actually asked. <strong>“I don’t know…” </strong>She was starting to sob. <strong>“It’s coming here?”</strong> It didn’t feel real. She wasn’t hiding against Rogue’s shoulder anymore, she had turned her body away from the tv so that she could see Kitty to her right. <strong>“Right now.”</strong> She was catching up to the facts in her own way.<strong> “In real life.”</strong> The sobbing stopped, as if she had suddenly been sobered by the idea that she <em>wasn't</em> dreaming.<br><br>A few more tears were collecting, but it looked like she was recovering, happy that Salvation hadn’t shattered the woman’s skull. So, they didn’t fall down. She brought her hand up to wipe the streaks of salty wetness from her cheeks. Looking back and forth between Rogue and Kitty, <strong>“is there somewhere safe we can go?” </strong> Heather knew that Xavier's was likely the safest place on the planet for her and the other girls there with her. But she wanted to be in a bunker below the school right now. All three of them had been at the school for about two years. Heather was as normal as apple pie, for being a student at this school. Kitty had experience with the x-men, and Rogue had experience with the Brotherhood. <br><br>Tonight felt like one of the nightmares she had all of the time. <strong>“What are we gonna do?” </strong>She was too helpless to make that decision on her own. In two years here, it took 120% effort just to learn things for school. She hadn’t taken a moment to learn how to react to a crisis. Both of the other girls in the room had some experience. Highlights’ plan was to stop thinking, and whatever these two had in mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 10:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.theplace2.ru/archive/ellen_page/img/whip_it_ellen_page_d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th 20:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rajneesh, Rogue, Highlights, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Understanding the Brotherhood while watching television, wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6c/50/ed/6c50edbd5985e635b9335c6d6455db20.jpg)<br><hr><br>The touch to Rahne had been an attempt at reassurance. However, it didn't seem to work. Out of the three, Kitty seemed to be the only one who noticed Rahne get up and take off. Kitty couldn't find it in her to find blame. She had seen a handful of combat against humans, but nothing on this scale. And in truth, only one battle against the brotherhood that was mostly her on defense. Could she stand up to that thing? <br><br>She honestly didn't know.<br><br><em>Salvation</em>. That's what it's calsign was. Kitty thought it was a shitty calsign, and an even shittier creation. She was beginning to understand why the Brotherhood felt the way they did. It was another dirty blow against people that couldn't help being the way they were. And so humans did what humans do...overreact and get all scared. It was enough to make her feel ill.<br><br>The one thing she hadn't been expecting was the feel of Heathers hand in her own. With Rahne gone, Kitty looked back to the television, that sense of dread washing over her. <em>Proceeding to Xavier's School for Mutants</em>. Here. It was coming here. Was her own, new home now under threat again? First it had been her home in Illinois. Now it wasn't here. Her head shook, a sudden lump in her throats being swallowed down. No. Not again. <br><br>Rogues outburst had her just looking to the woman. Dark eyes seemed to narrow, her voice soft. "Rogue....shut up, will you? Rahne is scared, she went to her room. Heather ain't much better. And even if that....whatever it is...comes here, it's just dropping off that poor girl. We should probably alert the infirmary. Rogue, why don't you do that, huh?" She sighed, and looked to Heather, trying to seem reassuring. "Hey...the Professor prolly knows what's going on. And this place has tons of hiding spots if it comes to that. Not for nothing...but I'm sure I can help you all get away if it comes to it." Out of the four...now three...Kitty was the only one who had experience fighting with the team, it seemed. And so she felt it necessary to ensure the other students fears were allayed and addressed.<br><br>"We are going to be okay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 20:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a9/7b/39/a97b3909bb12e4efb1d3d0aa74c828da.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather Donalds | Highlights, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reacting. Emotions. </div><hr><br>Under any other circumstance, Rogue would have recoiled away from Heather clinging so closely to her. The hands on her, the face on her shoulder, all of it would have been too close, dangerously close, for both of them. All it would take to hurt the real-life Energizer Bunny would be the slightest of shifts, to have exposed skin touch exposed skin. It was by pure, dumb luck that didn't happen, as Heather whimpered and squirmed and reacted as she did to the news broadcast. And for her part, one of Rogue's gloved hands came up, gently patting and stroking through the hair of her roommate, trying to comfort her, before they separated.<br><br>Anger was how she dealt with such displays, as they had seen. She had been with the Brotherhood for too long to have any other reaction. She had been in her fair share of fights, and she had suffered her fair share of defeats, with the Brotherhood and the X-Men, that she didn't feel fear or dread. She knew how to cope with the coming storm.<br><br>It might not be the healthiest coping, but, it was coping.<br><br>"Your gonna be safe here, shugah," Rogue said softly, tying to bite the anger off, as she addressed Heather. Another pat to the girl's head, before encouraging her to move away with a gentle touch and push. She was realizing how close they were, and that...No. Not now. She shouldn't risk something now. "Xavier won't let nothin' happen. The military can't do nothin' here."<br><br>Then she looked at Kitty, as the girl sought to try and order her around. And, there went the tick box for the anger again...<br><br>"Hey, don't try bossin' me around," she said, eyes narrowing, "And don' you be tellin' me to shut up! What we say there we should be gettin' angry over! I'm so tired of just runnin' and hidin' while things get worse..." she spat, before sighing, "...Least the girl comin' here, and not goin' to one of the prisons..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 20:50:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GvIAT4i.jpg)(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130415145032/marvel-war-of-heroes/images/3/3d/UR_Colossus.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-4-8pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty, Rogue, Highlights<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying his hardest not to go out and do something rash<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was always work for Piotr to do, and today it was field work. He'd been over at the new field he'd tilled the other day since before the sunrise. It took far less time than you'd think to get crops growing when you could plow an entire field in about thirty minutes. Watering, rotating soil, the whole nine. It was backbreaking work, but for Piotr it reminded him of good and simple times back home on the farm. It was soothing in it's own way. He was still toiling away hard at work when an alarm on his watch beeped loudly. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the time. That was enough for today. <br><br>He'd get some lunch, shower, and then get in a workout before class. Despite the distance from the main house, and the sweat coating Pete's entire body, he grinned and started off at a jog back toward the house. It didn't take long to get back at his pace, and soon he was closing the double doors leading to the grounds behind him. There was some sort of commotion in the Common Room, and it was so engrossing that no one seemed to notice him enter. And he didn't announce his presence, as he was almost immediately entranced by what he saw on the tv. Some sort of armored government agent had found a mutant in hiding. There was no knock on the door.<br><br>&nbsp;No announcement that she was under arrest. He simply <em>attacked</em> her with overwhelmingly lethal force. He wasn't sure if they had information on her powers beforehand, but they could have killed the girl just then. The fight quickly turned one sided. It appeared the government spared no expense in developing technology capable of handling the varied powers of mutants. It was finally over when he pummeled the poor girls head into the ground. Thankfully she was alive. And at least here she would be safe. But Piotr's veins bulged with rage at the spectacle they'd just witnessed. It was clearly fear tactics. Show the unregistered mutants what happens when they don't comply.<br><br>&nbsp;Bully them into turning themselves in on fear of injury and death! A loud clanking filled the room and suddenly Colossus stood there, a head or two taller than everyone, his massive frame seeming to shudder. He almost ignored the women in front of him; <em>almost</em>. Rahne couldn't handle the savagery this, "Salvation" was using to <em>apprehend</em> the woman whose only crime was not conforming to a law that the entire world knew was unjust. Kitty and Rogue went about venting and rationalizing in their own way. They even got into a bit of an argument. <br><br>"Ladies! Enough. Now is not the time for us to argue amongst ourselves. That monster is on his way here. So I suggest you all remain out of sight. Down into the sub-basement if you must. The Professor will handle this when they arrive." He looked to where Ms. Sinclair had run off to, then sunk his face into his hand. "Give it a few minutes, and then someone go check on Rahne, please? Things like this...she is even more sensitive than most of us. She doesn't need to be alone right now. Especially not with Salvation so close." </span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 03:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Gambit33.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom/Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor X<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just having watched the news in his bedroom and is on the move to find the Professor<br><hr><br>Remy didn't know when things had gone to hell in a hand basket but it had. One day it seemed like all fun and games and now it was like real life had snuck in and had taken him by surprise. He had always been one of those people who didn't like to be part of a team or even one to stick around in one place for to long but since they had "tagged" him he had begun to be more cautious of what he did. Hell,he didn't know what all the government had up their sleeves and he wasn't sure if they were eventually thinking of doing more then just tagging them. After all they were the government. None of them could be trusted. Besides, if he did anything they would quickly find him with this damn device inside his body. It made him feel like he was a dog on a leash and he couldn't bite his was through the damn leather...or at least not with this and it pissed him off.<br><br>That is when he finally came to Xavier with his tail pretty much between his legs. Even though he would have fit in better with the Brotherhood he didn't completely agree with the way they were handling things with the government and didn't want any part of them or what they were doing at the moment...at least for now. That is why he came to the school. He could at least have some what of a<em> normal</em> home with people he could actually get to know. He still wasn't to sure about how he felt about being a teacher or helping defend the students in return for staying there but it was better then nothing.<br><br>It wasn't like he didn't like the students...it's the fact that he was a thief. What was he teach them...how to pick a lock? He wasn't teacher material and he sure as hell wasn't sure he wanted to protect others. He wasn't Captain America. He was no super hero and what if he fucked up and let one of the students get hurt bu accident? He would never forgive himself. He was glad Professor X had more faith then what he did because at the moment he felt like a fish out of water.<br><br>Slipping, on his black leather coat as he glanced over at the television, he stopped for a brief moment and watched everything unfold as it was happening and got completely pissed off with how the child was getting pummeled by some damn robot. At first she had really given the bucket of bolts a run for it's money but now she was just out of juice and couldn't fight anymore...at least not alone....and to see her head get slammed into the concrete...it hurt! Did they really think they didn't feel pain of any kind because they were mutants? Bastards!<br><br>Pulled, out of his own thoughts when they mentioned the school, Remy finally began grasping why Xavier and the students needed him and was now willing to kick the shit out of anyone that did that to anyone in his presence. Beyond enraged, he grabbed his hat, bo staff and deck of cards and ran out of the room to look for the Professor and a few of the other teachers in hopes of them being able to help this poor girl when they arrived with her at the school!<br><br>"Professor! If ya' can hear meh'...I tink' we are gettin' some company...and day' ain't deh' nice kind!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 22:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Kh9oSPJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Highlights calms down. She was basically just confused. Kitty and Rogue's argument actually calms her down. Piotr's presence gives her inspiration and also informs her that Rahne is missing. Heather tries to gather the troops for a search party.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/G9qoU9N.jpg) - Raised Sole Chuck Taylors (http://i.imgur.com/wZfNJhx.jpg)<br><hr>It was good that Heather was around these two. It would have been best if she hadn’t seen that report. If she had just heard about it through the rumor mill, it would have been a much more pleasant experience than this was. Actually seeing the broadcast on the television was a disturbing event in her life.<br><br>She might have joked about it the day after in the cafeteria for her 3rd breakfast.<br><br>Luckily for her, Rogue and Kitty were the perfect two to keep her grounded in reality. Heather had only seen the fight, and heard the words ‘Professor Xavier’s school’ as a destination. So in her mind, this was the cleansing. This was the beginning of the end. The streetwise anger coming from Rogue caused Highlights to understand more, as well as Kitty’s even approach to it. The tears slowed down and Heather almost smiled. Her eyes looked happy again. Her head was a tennis ball for a moment, bouncing between them, but she’d gathered enough information to feel the safety of the walls around her. Sure, the two girls were at odds. But this was exactly how Heather learned. She seemed to appreciate both points of view, and the idea of people arguing didn’t seem to rattle her at all. <br><br>There was even a pinch of a small in her left cheek when Rogue lashed back for being told to shut up. It was the last thing Rogue had said that made everything click for real. <em>‘Not only is Xavier’s safe. There isn’t even an attack. They’re just bringing that poor girl here.’</em> Heather honestly felt dumb. The humiliation looked good on her face, cheeks red, eyes full of understanding, her chin dropping a fraction of an inch. Her bangs fell over her left eye. She was a walking anime girl sometimes with that hair.<br><br><strong>“Thanks guys. And-”</strong> finally it didn’t hurt that both of them were connected to Heather, and that her panic had upset each of them. Highlights paused to catch her breath. They were making an effort to calm her. It had worked well. <br><br><strong>“I’m Ok, feeling-”</strong> She was speaking quietly, and had been interrupted by a a strange clanking sound. Somehow Colossus had been in their blind spots standing in the background. She turned, discovering him to be slightly off to her right, by the door. Piotr came into view as his body was still flashing and transforming into metal. <em>‘Oh goodness.’</em> Highlights lived an interesting life.<br><br><em>‘He’s a commanding force isn’t he.’</em> Heather felt her back straighten, and her upper lip go stiff when she listened to him talk. She liked having something so powerful in the room. Rogue was powerful, Kitty was deceptively strong. But, there was nothing like an Iron giant. She tried to put her astonishment to the side in order to listen to him. <br><br>The subbasement suddenly seemed like an over reaction. Heather was ready to start a long march down the road to runaway town. Hiding in her dorm with Rogue seemed like the far superior option. She was just hoping that Rogue was willing to hide with her. Sometimes the southern wildfire liked to do her own thing. Then Piotr mentioned Rahne. <em>‘What?’</em><br><br>Heather’s face folded into confusion and she spun on her hip, still seated on the sofa. Rahne was indeed missing. Heather was too shocked by the footage to notice Rahne’s absence. She might as well have had a blindfold on, her perspective was so limited at the moment.<br><br><em>'I hope she’s not running outside. I’ve heard she likes to do that…'</em> Highlights wasn’t sure where she’d heard that. There was a lot of misinformation about the Scottish new girl at the school. She wasn’t sure what she should believe or not. <strong>“I’ll see if I can find her.”</strong> <br><br>Highlights had gone from panic, to calm, to helpful in a matter of moments. She was on her feet. She bent over naturally to pick up her candies, and she spun toward the door. <strong>“She couldn’t have gone too far.”</strong> When it came to people, Heather didn’t let much bother her. If Rahne was missing in her mind, she wouldn’t be able to relax. There were plenty of other students she hadn’t seen in the last few hours. But, for some reason, she felt like she was responsible for Rahne. <strong>“Search party?”</strong> She looked into Rogue’s eyes, asking if the girl wanted to come along. Heather’s gaze switched to Kitty’s. She raised her eyebrows at her, suggesting that she was asking both girls to join her. <br><br>Piotr seemed like he was upset, but he hadn’t really given orders, just a suggestion to stay safe. Rahne was included in the suggestion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 18:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Garage<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday September 2nd, Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patsy Walker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fixing up a car and being all shirtless as he does it<br><hr><br>David Alleyne had spent years, made his living, by using his mind while living in the ivory tower of academia. While he did find mathematics and statistics more satisfying than most, enjoying a field that the average person thought of as arcane and mysterious as magic, there was something to be said for working with his hands. The sensation of being able to make or to fix things was a feeling so often lacking from his life. It started with him learning how to fix clogs and broken appliances around his apartment, eventually leading to him take his old beat up car apart before putting it back together. He could it all alone, never worrying that someone else’s knowledge might be leaking into his mind. There was never a question that he’d leave Mathematics and become a mechanic, but it was enough for him to take a few engineering courses to try and get a better grasp on how to improve things as well as fix them. <br><br>Still, tinkering was mostly a hobby until he came to Xavier’s. Back at the university, if there was something broke, there were entire departments to make sure it was fixed. At Xavier’s… well it was a much smaller pool of faculty. So if something broke, David was one of the few people who’d be called on to try and fix it. In the six months he’d been there it had gone from a hobby to a real skill. Which was why when Patsy was complaining that her ‘Hellcatmobile’ needed a tuneup David jumped at the chance. <br><br>It wasn’t a big secret that David had a bit of a crush on the former comic star, but he never felt comfortable saying anything or acting on it for fear of making things awkward with one of the people he considered a friend. That didn’t mean he was above doing nice things for her though, there was just an understanding in his mind; he was doing them because he was her friend, not because he expected some form of ‘payment’.<br><br>A few hours later he was on his back, sliding underneath the car with a flashlight and some tools. <strong>“Okay Pats, I think she’s just about ready!”</strong>&nbsp; With a grunt, David pushed himself out from under the car and stood up to stretch out some of the kinks. His shirt long since discard, a light sheen of sweat almost made his chest seem to glow as he went to show Patsy exactly what he’d done to the car. <strong>“So I did a few basic things like changing your oil and the filters. I also managed to change your brake pads to something a little nicer, so I think you’ll really notice that. It should come to a stop faster and be smoother as you do it”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 05:32:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering the Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hijack<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is wandering aimlessly and occasionally mumbling to herself.<br><hr>With her arms out at her sides, parallel to the floor, Tess wandered the hallways aimlessly in a pair of skinny jeans, an over-sized, dark gray sweater, and a pair of dirty, old Converse sneakers. She stepped one foot in front of the other, following the seams on the hardwood floor as if she was on a tightrope. <strong>"<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">I should've done it again and said nothing,</span>"</strong> she mumbled to herself in the seemingly empty halls. <strong>"<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">It's too late now. It's been too long,</span>"</strong> she added, as if she was quietly scolding herself.<br><br>Her arms and torso leaned side to side slightly as she tried to keep her balance, keeping her eyes down at her feet. <strong>"<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Maybe he didn't hear me.</span><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"> I hope he didn't hear me.</span>"</strong> Her voice became quieter as she got lost further into thought, losing track of the world around her as she played through scenarios in her mind. Would he go tell people and make her into a joke? What if he didn't hear her and thought she was just ignoring him? Why did she have to be so socially awkward?! No one prepared her for this. She never allowed herself to experience anything while she was growing up. Sure, she had the occasional crush in elementary school, but a boy calling her pretty was nothing compared to a man calling her beautiful... especially now. Her fingertips found her right cheek, behind her bangs, and gently traced the "M" that had been burned onto her face.<br><br><strong>"<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">He didn't see it. He couldn't have, or he wouldn't have said it,</span>"</strong> she mumbled to herself as she stopped walking. She stood in the middle of the hallway, her head still lowered and her right hand behind her bangs. She was lost in thought, her mind playing back the memory of when she got that mark. She had lived through it over and over for nine straight days. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life and one of the longest episodes she had ever had. She could still smell her own burning flesh as he marked her one line at a time while her mother pleaded for him to just let her go.<br><br><strong>"<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">I won't do it again,</span>"</strong> she mumbled softly, her eyes glazed over as she seemingly stared at the floor not too far ahead of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 02:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hijack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12965881#msg12965881)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching Television.<br><hr><br>Blackout sat crosslegged in a chair, a sketchpad resting on her knees.&nbsp; She had taken up drawing when she arrived at the Mansion and she still wasn't very good at it if she was honest.&nbsp; But it was a way to pass the time and people didn't tend to bother her too much if she was drawing.&nbsp; Case in point, the other girl that she was currently sharing the room with had taken one look at her, seen the sketchpad in her lap, and ignored her, opting instead to sit down and flip on the television.&nbsp; This was fine with Blackout as the lounge was a common area that was open for all of them to use, but she did roll her eyes just a little bit when the girl decided to watch the news.&nbsp; As if there was anything but bad news to be found there, but yet so many of their number had a rapt fascination with it, so it wasn't at all uncommon.&nbsp; And given she didn't feel like moving, she just tried to tune it out and focus on her drawing.<br><br>She had dabbled in a number of different styles and subjects.&nbsp; She was absolutely lousy at landscapes and objects were fifty-fifty for her.&nbsp; However, she found that she did portraits fairly well and she'd focused on those, usually drawing anyone that would sit still long enough for her to get a clear profile.&nbsp; She had been working on one of Bishop, who she saw enough of to be able to visualize him in her mind's eye, but now with an actual subject in her view, she decided to go ahead and start a new sketch.&nbsp; Flipping to a clean page, and noting that she would need a new sketch pad very soon since she only had a handful of pages left in this one, she would look at the girl for a moment before she started to outline the frame of her face.&nbsp; It took a few tries and a bit of erasing until she was satisfied with it and then she would move on to the hair, which usually took her the longest since that was where even a single line out of place could ruin the image.<br><br>By the time she was pleased with it, nearly an hour had passed and she needed to stretch.&nbsp; Setting her pencil down, she would stretch her arms up into the air, twisting her neck as she heard several cracks.&nbsp; As she did this, she looked at the television and saw that it was currently airing an interview with a Senator, the man's name not even registering in her mind, talking about Mutant Registration and how it was a good idea by making it sound like it would protect mutants.&nbsp; He used the recent, and brutal, increase in attacks on mutants by normal people.&nbsp; His argument that had they been registered, the police would've been able to protect them better was so ridiculous that Blackout could help but laugh darkly at the comments.&nbsp; This caused the other girl to realize that she was currently paying attention to the television and looked over at Blackout, nodding gravely, apparently agreeing with the sentiment that her dark laugh expressed.<br><br><em>"I can't believe he expects people to buy this shit,"</em> the girl said, <em>"If anything, the registration would only make it worse."</em><br><br>Blackout had to agree with that statement.&nbsp; Anytime a registration act took place, it only made it worse for the group that it registered.&nbsp; However, she really didn't want to get too involved in this conversation as she absolutely hated talking politics.&nbsp; It was something that had driven her absolutely crazy even before she learned of her powers.&nbsp; She remembered other students trying to talk politics and sounding ridiculous and she didn't want any part of that, not now and not ever.&nbsp; But she had to say something, otherwise it might invite the other girl to continue talking.&nbsp; So she thought fast and decided on an answer that had suited her for years and years.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, it will,"</strong> she noted, <strong>"But we're already here and safe, so it's not our problem, is it?&nbsp; Besides, we're talking about other mutants.&nbsp; If they don't want to be messed with, maybe they should learn how to fight back and defend themselves."</strong><br><br>Ignoring the dark look that that earned her from the other girl, Blackout would return to her sketching.&nbsp; Clearly upset by what Blackout had said, but not willing to fight or argue with the girl, who had a reputation for always being in the training rooms and being fairly power, she decided to take the high road.&nbsp; Standing up, she turned off the television and stormed out of the room, which was perfectly alright with Blackout.&nbsp; Little did she know that he comment had been heard by more than just that girl......
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 13:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking along, ignoring people<br><hr><br>Yolande walked along the corridor with a confident stride. Not once did her eyes detour to anyone she passed by. After all, why would she care what any of them looked like. She could feel them gaze at her as she walked, though. An arrogant smirk played over her lips as she heard the reaction in their minds. So many of the other students stared at her, she'd been used to attention outside and it would've been disappointing if things changed here. She swayed her hips purposefully whenever she walked, a habit she'd developed when she realised how much it made people check her out. <br><br>Her outfit was reasonably plain today, and not overly revealing. Although in reality it cost more than most people's car did. It was impressive just how fast all her things were sent to the school, at least. Although it would be annoying being forced to shop exclusively online. The service someone as rich as her received in the right designer stores was second to none. She loved the way the shop assistants fell over themselves trying to take more of her parents money. <br><br>She'd already had a few people here treat her like a minor celebrity. That five minutes of news coverage had gone an incredibly long way. Apparently her willingness to stand and fight was something that impressed people. In reality she'd been panicked more than planning to stand for defiance, but of course morally she was against being imprisoned. And no matter how pretty this mansion might be it was still a cage. She was supposed to be meeting a man called Lucas to speak about her position here and whether she was happy to stay. Which she wasn't, but this beats an ordinary prison at least. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 15:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather sees the girl from the tv from the night before in real life right in front of her.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr><br>Heather had been in a semi circle with six or seven friends of hers. Some of them were men, some of them were women. Highlights had a bad reputation, but that didn't stop her from making friends. She'd been there for two years too, and she'd gotten familiar with the patterns there. It was all very ordered, but disordered at the same time. Her friend Mandy was talking relative non-sense about something she didn't like about history class. 'blah blah, that is not really what happened. blah blah.' Heather rolled her eyes.<strong> "It's history Mandy, you can't like disagree with it, it already happened." </strong><br><br>The conversation prattled on wether Heather had anything to say about it or not. There was still about ten minutes before she had to be anywhere. And unlike the real schools out in the rest of the country, these halls were rarely busy. A lot of mutants were here. There was a lot going on. But it didn't much seem like it. At least not like it was back home, for Heather. Everyone was in a hurry there. This place was better, slower, less fun, but more exciting. Her friends had turned into white noise around her. She'd stopped listening completely. This wasn't new, Heather didn't like to talk about school very much. She was looking past the faces of her friends and saw Yolande closing in. Heather tried to look her in the eyes as she approached. Time seemed to stand still for a second as she made the decision.<br><br><strong>"I'll see you guys later. I'm late for something." </strong>Her friends teased her for being a busy body, which she wasn't. Heather left the circle. She was carrying four books in her arms, choosing not to adhere to the idea of a book bag. Heather walked straight at Yolande and almost ran into her. She dodged back when she realized the girl didn't care at all who was standing in her way. If she didn't want some one stopping her. She would probably want someone on her side. So that's where Heather landed. Her friends at watched it as the two girls passed and then walked away.<br><strong><br>"It's good to see your not dead. I thought they killed you at first." </strong> Heather did her best to keep up, she just wanted to make contact, and try to talk to the girl that she'd been so sad for the night before. It felt like it might calm her down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 21:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kB43jze.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Demetrius Bond | Hijack<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Blackout</strong><br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching TV | Confronting Blackout. <br><hr><br>He was bored, cranky, having had piss poor sleep the last few days, though no real fault of anyone else but his own. It happened from time to time, he'd get absorbed in scouring the inter webs for information, shifting through articles about The Brotherhood, the fools that made up their government, and countless other things that pulled and tugged on his interests. He hadn't been in the mood for anything really, so he'd taken up one of the chairs in the lounge, his laptop resting on the arm as he surfed the internet, his hands resting behind his head as he read articles and browsed some of his favorite sites.<br><br>Demetri hadn't been paying much, if any attention to those who'd come and gone, the lounge was a popular hang out spot for the other students, so it could sometimes get a high level of traffic. He always figured, if someone wanted to talk to him, they could come on up and get his attention, otherwise, he was occupied.<br><br>Stretching, He finally after gods knows how long, decided to look up and take in his surroundings. Apparently the room had cleared a little, leaving two girls, only one of which he could easily place sitting on the nearby couch and watching the news, of all the damn things to watch. The news felt like a trap lately, if it wasn't droning on about useless petty crap about celebrities, sports and the like, then it was talking about mutants, the brotherhood, the governments attempts to make everything better and safer for everyone. The problem was, the news wasn't honest, it was told in a way to cast quite often the officials and senators in a benevolent light, while making everyone who opposed them out to be violent nut jobs at worst, and poor misguided fools at best.<br><br>He might have changed it there and then, the command was already beginning to take form, but he stopped when the senator walked up to a podium and started speaking. Demetri watched in cold silence, his dark eyes narrowing, watching that man's face. Did he truly believe the sewage passing between his lips? If mutants had only registered, they could have received help sooner. Blaming the victims. It was their fault the humans had attacked them? He shut down his computer with a thought, one hand clenched as anger bubbled beneath the surface.<br><br>It was shit like this, when he heard the humans talking like this, that he felt he could almost understand why mutants joined the brotherhood, extremist methods or not.<br><br>The girl's laughter caught his attention, the dark mocking quality of it lifted his brow. He couldn't see her face from where he sat, not easily, but she had dark hair, colored with bright turquoise streaks. He'd encountered her before, though her name escaped him. Shaking his head, Demetri stood, grabbed his laptop and started moving toward the hallway that'd take him back to his dorm room. Maybe he'd bribe one of the mutants capable of sending him into a dreamless sleep to do just that.<br><br>{ Blackout } <em>"Yeah, it will," she noted, "But we're already here and safe, so it's not our problem, is it? Besides, we're talking about other mutants. If they don't want to be messed with, maybe they should learn how to fight back and defend themselves."</em><br><br>He could have ignored the girls comment, hell, he probably should have just continued walking away, but that wasn't the kind of person he was, and he was already on edge from both the news and lack of proper sleep. Dropping his computer with an unceremonious plop on the chair he'd just occupied, he didn't move another muscle, though his full attention was now focused on the girl with the sketchpad. <strong>" If you honestly believe the shit that just came out of your mouth, then you're no better than those bastards that oppress us. So what is it? Are you just that fucking stupid and ignorant, or just talking out your ass?"</strong> Her words made him remember, think about the kids he used to live with on the streets, so often they were so afraid of using their powers, even if it was to get a easy meal that they starved and hid, tails between their legs and heads down. Ashamed because humans always feared what they didn't understand. Because while many would shy away, there were those bastards that didn't hestiate to attack, to hurt any mutant they came across.<br><br>And it was always the mutants fault in the end. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 00:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking along, ignoring people<br><hr><br>Yolande barely noticed the other girl walking right at her at all. She made no effort to move out of her way or take her into account. If she wanted to walk into Yolande she'd probably just fall straight on her ass anyway. She smirked a little bit when she made the other girl dodge back, and briefly debated berating her. Not worth it, though. At least she thought quick enough to know what it was smart to move. Then the stranger decided to follow her. What the fuck was this, some kind of stalker-fan. She let her walk alongside for a little bit until this girl started speaking. <br><br><strong>"It's good to see I'm not dead."</strong><br><br>Yolande repeated Heather's words back at her slowly, with a nearly painful amount of sarcasm. It was a stupid sentence, when thought about. It's hardly a positive statement of caring for someone, just not wanting them dead. Not that she needed, or wanted, this girls care. <br><br><strong>"Thanks."</strong><br><br>Out of curiosity Yolande decided to see why Heather was talking to her. Charles had warned her about this but she'd yet to be caught or punished, and it was so quick and easy to have a little glance. She was trying to help her feel better. This nobody was honestly pitying her. Yolande felt a sharp spike of frustration, but at least reacted quickly enough that she avoided projecting that into Heather's mind. <br><br><strong>"I take it this is a pity thing? I guess you think I'm really cut up about what happened. Maybe I'm depressed. Maybe I just don't know what the fuck to do with myself. Do you want to be my shoulder to cry on? You can make me feel better and fix me. I bet you'll feel good about it."</strong><br><br>Once again every word was about as sarcastic as possible. She made sure to really emphasize that last 'you', making it clear she doubted Heather was caring for any reason other than making herself feel good for caring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 04:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather tries to meet a new friend.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr>Heather could sense the sarcasm. She made a face immediately, not caring to say anything in response. Yolande was on point. That was a stupid ass thing to say. She shrugged and held quiet until Yolande thanked her. She met the girl’s sarcasm with her own <strong>“Oh, my pleasure.”</strong> Heather had a likable voice. She was melodic and healthy. And she was vibrant, there was not an ounce of exhaustion in her entire body.<br><br>The outlash that came next was surprising. Heather did want to make sure that Yolande was ok, but the idea of having her mind read didn’t surprise her, nor did she even notice it happen. Heather was honestly too dumb. And she wore her emotions on her sleeve better than anyone else. The good thing was that her emotions were always pretty playful and upbeat.<br><br>She let the anger come out of Yolande with a look of calm innocense. For a moment she looked like some kind of european transfer student that didn’t understand English in the slightest. It truly looked like she was too confused to know where she was. That expression slowly started to spread into a smile once the taller girl finished.<br><br><strong>“A pity thing?”</strong> Heather’s voice blurted out the question, shocked by the suggestion. A laugh started, <strong>“no,”</strong> and continued a little more than she probably should have. Heather had a beautiful laugh. It was effortless and true. It was easy to tell that she was mostly just enjoying herself.<br><br><strong>“I always feel good. I’m not talking to you because I want to feel special for helping. You’re just hot…in like every way, right now.”</strong> Heather’s eyes looked down for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she was sexually attracted to this girl or not. Heather had some depth when choosing her romantic partners. Getting along was the most important part. But, Yolande was gorgeous. It was a good way to get into Heather’s heart. <strong>“Intimidating, powerful, Sexy."</strong> She was making a list. <strong>"Everyone’s talking about you. you're exciting.” </strong>She took a breath as the two of them kept on. <strong>“I’m an opportunist, that’s all.” </strong>Heather smiled and tried to keep in pace with Meticulous. The brunette girl’s legs took longer more confident strides. <strong>“And, I’m a pretty good fucking friend.”</strong> She said that with the utmost confidence. It was an invitation to have a friend nearby, and it couldn’t have sounded more aloof. Heather didn’t need Yolande. She had a stable of boys and girls that she could be with both romantically and in a more platonic fashion. But she always wanted more. <br><br>Heather loved meeting new people, they were all different. This one was hard to read, it was an exciting challenge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 05:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hTgT6T8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, 2017, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Content:</strong> After a tiresome workout, Laura works up some energy to help her friend<br><hr><br>Laura was incredibly tired. She'd just finished an incredible amount of training, having spent her entire time in the gym from lunch to dinner time. Pull-ups until her muscles screamed, and then twice as much afterwards. Crunches for a solid, uninterrupted hour. Twenty miles on the treadmill. Then, she pummeled a punching bag until the seams began to tear. If not for her ability to rapidly heal, her body would have given up on her hours ago, tendons and ligaments tearing like tissue paper after so much stress. The only thing that could stop Laura was exhaustion, so she labored until the point where she was near ready to pass out before she called it a day.<br><br>After hitting the showers and shuffling out of the locker room, Laura thought she might go to bed early, but a biological imperative just as urgent as sleep arrived as she heard a guttural sound bellow from her empty gut. Licking her lips, wondering how many plates of beef she could put away before they dragged her out of the cafeteria, Laura began to head in that direction. She bounced with sudden energy at the thought of dinner, her dark athletic shoes soundless against the polished wooden flooring of the halls as she sped her pace.<br><br>She heard and smelled the confrontation long before she turned the corner and could see it. Food mixed with the oil of the skin wasn't particularly pleasing to her nose, but what was more troublesome was the sound of heckling boys, and Rahne, her roommate, screaming out in anger. Laura's bouncing, athletic pace shifted into a sprint, fearing the worst as she dashed into the cafeteria, only slowing for a moment to assess the situation: There were four boys, two of them standing near Rahne, who was on all fours in a pitiful collar and muzzle, another, glowing with energy, standing further away, and the fourth crumpled against a support pillar, apparently thrown by the glowing one. There was too much to parse; She had no idea who was on whose side, only that Rahne needed help.<br><br>A snarl erupted from her throat and mouth, furious and feral, too low to catch anyone's attention; What was loud enough to get everyone's eyes on Laura was the flurry of motion from her as she made a sprinting leap onto the table where Rahne had been seated, feet heavily thumping down on wood, and a sharp, dangerous -SNIKT- as two claws popped from either fist, one pointed at Gabriel, the other pointed at the other standing pair.<br><br><strong>"Who wants it, huh?!"</strong> She screamed, lips and face curled into a monstrous mask as she gave a threatening look to every boy surrounding her. There was a glass of milk set on the table by her feet, and Laura gave it a hard kick; It sailed over some heads and shattered on the wall, aimed and calculated not to hurt anyone, but to scare, and get attention. <strong>"Nobody hurts Rahne without goin' through me first, and I'd like to see you try'n put Wolverine in a muzzle!"</strong> Vaguely, Laura understood that she wouldn't actually put her claws to good use on any of them. But that didn't mean <em>they</em> understood that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 14:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being incredibly insulting to a friendly person <br><hr><br>The laugh cut into Yolande sharply. Most people weren't quite used to how easily angered she was. She stopped dead in her tracks and her lip quivered a little. She grimaced briefly and turned to face Heather, silently. She waited for the girl to finish her rambling. Some kind of vague, half flirting. Well, some of it was very blunt. It felt good to be the center of attention like this, but she didn't like the suggestion of sexuality. <br><br>She bit her tongue, trying to restrain herself. Part of her really, truly wanted to snap. Her surprisingly muscular arms flexed a little, enough to show through her grey top. Unintentionally her Telekinesis acted up too, but only a little. A light force pushed out from her body, only like a soft breeze but enough that it could be felt. For once her actions had consequences, and she couldn't simply snap and throw a fit as she would have when she was not under watch. Time to cut her down with words as opposed to actions. She replied with a cold tone, her words icy and harsh.<br><br><strong>"Maybe you should feel bad sometimes. I am better than you, and I feel bad plenty."</strong> She grinned a little maliciously. <strong>"Would you like your three words? Slutty, Dumb, Weak."</strong> Once Yolande got on a roll she just kept spinning, perhaps she hadn't meant to be quite this insulting in turn but it was hard for her to hold back once she got into this mindset. It was really the sexually suggestive nature of the other girl's words that had her angry, she felt uncomfortable and always lashed out at it. If she wasn't the one doing the flirting, she was quick to frustration. <strong>"You are not an opportunist, you are a whore. Well. You would be if you charged. I suppose that makes you easier than a whore?" </strong> She stared right at Heather as she spoke, the girls excitement making her feel slightly cruel as she let loose, but Heather had brought this on herself. <strong>"I'm sure you're a good 'fucking' friend"</strong>. She emphasised the word fucking as much as possible.<strong> "I am sure there is not a friend you have who hasn't fucked you."</strong> If Heather did anything but walk away or yell Yolande would be outright shocked. She'd yet to have anyone be determined enough to keep talking through a tirade like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 21:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vulcan, Wolverine, Bishop: (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne flees while a fight breaks out.<br><hr><br>Vulcan's sudden intervention gave the group of three around Rahne pause. They really hadn't thought anyone would bother them. It would just cause trouble for them. And the human lover surely couldn't have any friends around. She was eating alone, after all. But one of the three being blasted away caught off of their attentions. Though before he could respond more to Vulcan, another goody-two-claws showed up.<br><br>The glass shattering on a wall earned Laura some attention. Markus just groaned...This was going wonderfully. One of his buddies took the growing conflict poorly, and just turned and rushed from the cafeteria. And a space was quickly being vacated around the four starting the conflict.<br><br>"Stay out of it, wannabe!" Markus quipped at Laura--yeah, the kid had no sense of self preservation. "Real mutants are talking here, not some dead guy's clone. And I'm all out of collars..." A near suicidal, and distinct lack of self-preservation...But he knew the rules. Trouble would land on the people who threw the first punches. Vulcan had blasted one of his buddies, and Laura was...well, breaking stuff. Even if he started it by picking on a girl, they had escalated it, and he was certain he would be in the clear. So he looked back at Vulcan, "And what do you care? I mean, if you want your turn at the bitch...heh, just ask nicely..."<br><br>And when Markus turned to address the would-be good guys, Rahne crawled away on her hands and knees. No attention was on her as she just went to the wall, and from the wall to a door that led outside. She looked back briefly, eyes landing on Laura, as the girl extended her claws and seemed ready to fight. She might have hidden under the table, under Laura, if Markus hadn't been between her and Laura. But as she chose the "flight" of her fight-or-flight instinct, fearful she might hurt someone after having already coming close and snapping her teeth, she fled away instead. She didn't pick anywhere to go on the grounds, she just ran. Today was not her day...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 21:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vulcan, Wolverine, Rahne: (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Interrupting a fight<br><hr><br>Lucas was idly walking down the corridor when he heard raised voices off towards the dining hall. He knew better than to waste a second and broke into a swift jog. He could make out a few insults, threats and even crashes. As it seemed to escalate he broke into a run, bellowing loudly at the students in the corridor to move out of his way. They'd understand why he was running, and every scattered rapidly instead of being tackled by the giant of a man. <br><br>He rounded the corner rapidly and tried to take in the scene as fast as possible. He could only just see Rahne fleeing through a doorway, while Laura and Gabriel appeared to be squaring up for a fight. He knew just how dangerous the pair of them were, and had no interest in seeing any student die. He felt the energy radiating from Gabriel in an instant and knew there was no time to consider the necessary course of action. His deep, powerful voice echoed out. <br><br><strong>"Stop! Everybody hit the floor, NOW!" </strong><br><br>Even despite the clattering sounds and other people's aggressive tones, Bishop drowned it all out. He was almost deafening when he yelled, after all his time as a soldier he was used to making sure his point was heard in a hectic environment. Most students knew far better than to stay standing after he shouted like that, but he could tell Gabriel was far too intently focused on what he was doing to stop without an interruption. Lucas made a brief mental note to apologise for his following actions before gritting his teeth and charging straight towards Gabriel. His dark eyes lit up a piercing scarlet and a few lines of glowing energy flashed across his body. He sprinted at an impossible rate, even in a small space he accelerated far faster than any ordinary sprinter could. <br><br>He lowered his shoulder to brace for the impact, leveling it clearly at Gabriel's stomach. He certainly didn't want to hospitalise the young man, but he knew he was resilient enough to take the impact. Right now he just had to make sure he was down and snapped out of it before he killed someone. Charles was going to lose his mind though, this was real bad. Whatever these idiots had done to make Laura and Gabriel so angry would be awful. Then those two would be in a great deal of trouble for getting quite this aggressive. He focused entirely, giving a last jolt of energy to make sure that the impact was enough to bring Gabriel down with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 00:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hijack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12965881#msg12965881)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching Television.<br><hr><br>She had been so wrapped up in her own business that she'd completely missed the third person in the room.&nbsp; Had she noticed him, she would've recognized him fairly easily.&nbsp; Demetri "Hijack" Bond was fairly well known around the mansion for being very loud and outspoken.&nbsp; She'd been stuck in the room when he went off on more than one occasion and he always managed to grate on her nerves.&nbsp; However, she'd never really had any reason to deal with him one on one and had no interest in changing that.&nbsp; But apparently, she hadn't been paying nearly enough attention and the guy had been in the room the entire time.&nbsp; Longer than she had been, she realized since she would've noticed someone coming in after she had arrived.<br><br>However, none of this was really all that important now.&nbsp; It seemed that he was just on his way out when she had made her comment.&nbsp; And yes, she knew that it wasn't really a fair thing to say, but she hadn't really wanted to get wrapped up in a discussion with the other girl and figured that she'd just leave, which was exactly what happened.&nbsp; Hijack, it seemed, had other plans.&nbsp; Where before he'd been about to leave and she'd turned her attention back to her sketchpad in order to try and finish her sketch, he had changed his mind.&nbsp; Looking up at the sound of his laptop landing in the chair, she was faced with a very upset looking young man and she mentally cursed herself, knowing that her words were about to bite her in the ass and she was completely and one hundred percent accurate.<br><br>{Hijack}&nbsp; <em>" If you honestly believe the shit that just came out of your mouth, then you're no better than those bastards that oppress us. So what is it? Are you just that fucking stupid and ignorant, or just talking out your ass?"</em><br><br>Part of her knew that she deserved what he'd just said.&nbsp; She would've had to have been an idiot to actually believe what she'd just said, so that part shouldn't have bothered her.&nbsp; Nor should him calling her out for talking out of her ass.&nbsp; However, maybe it was just she was in a foul mood, or maybe it was just the way that he said it, but she positively bristled with anger at the way she was being talked to.&nbsp; Standing up, her sketchpad dropped to the floor as she tossed it aside so that she could look him in the eyes.&nbsp; Of course, she still had to look up to do it since he was nearly a foot taller than her, but she didn't let that stop her as she glared at him in fury.<br><br><strong>"And why the fuck should it matter to you?"</strong> she challenged, her voice full of venom, <strong>"It's not like you're out there either, are you?&nbsp; No, you're nice and safe here with the rest of us.&nbsp; So why don't you just go ahead and go fuck off and mind your own business?"</strong>&nbsp; Ok, so she could've handled that alot better, but the truth was she wasn't exactly in the best of moods right now and he was just rubbing her in all the worst possible ways.&nbsp; So instead of being calm and trying to explain that she didn't mean anything by it and was just trying to chase the other girl away, which was exactly what she was trying to do, she just went ahead and went into full on bitch mode, hoping that that would make him back off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 03:25:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather defends herself and starts to turn away. She's positioned face to face with Yolande along the length of the hallway.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr>Heather stopped with Yolande, sort of. She kept walking slowly for a couple months and turned 180 degrees to face Yolande as kids walked to and fro on both sides of them. People were usually never this mad at her. She made a face. Heather could usually deal when people were mad, because it usually wasn’t at her. She was typically a salve for other people’s problems. She got away with treating this situation the same in her mind. She hadn’t done anything too wild, even straight girls didn’t mind being told they were hot, usually. It wasn’t like she’d invaded Yolande’s personal space, so she kind of felt like the taller girl was upset about something else and taking it out on Heather. In the young mutants mind, there was no reason for anyone to be mad at her.<br><br><strong>“Yikes. Grumpy bear.”</strong> Heather smiled at Yolande as she described Heather in three words. She nodded with Yolande, checking them off in her head pretty successfully, <em>‘check, check, check.’</em> Her grin grew a little wider. <strong>“Nailed it, You a psychic or something?”</strong> Heather had seen Yolande move things with her mind on the television, and so far, she had gotten a few too many things right about Highlights as a person. <br><br><strong>“I mean…” </strong>Heather nodded her head back and forth a bit. <strong>“I get it. I’ll leave you alone. But I was using fuck as a different word, like. Not fucking fucking, like ‘no fucking way,’ or like, ‘so fucking cool,’ ‘good fucking friend.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I’m twenty nine days clean, bitch.”</strong> Heather pointed to her wrist where a large amount of purple bracelets dangled together. <strong>“Got plenty of friends I don’t fuck.”</strong> Heather was starting to back pedal away. <strong>“I was gonna help you find your classes, or whatever. Introduce you to the cool kids, maybe save your rapidly decreasing social status. But hey, do what you wanna do, good luck getting around.”</strong> Heather started to turn away, her back pedal turned into a sidestep, and her side step started into a full walk. She had a feeling that Yolande might stop her and ask for help. She also imagined that Yolande might shout as the ‘rainbow slut’ walked away. In any case, Heather was satisfied, she’d defended herself, and she’d tried to help, mostly. The other girl was angry, and she’d have other chances to prove her worth. But in the moment, there were things to do, and she didn’t want to waste her time with anger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 11:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damaging the building<br><hr><br>Yolande didn't know how to response to the initial 'yikes'. She stayed quiet and smirked when the other girl claimed she nailed it. At least Heather seemed to be self-aware. That had to count for something. She became a little confused when Heather started explaining her words. Yolande knew what she met, she was just twisting the words against her. She was considering pointing that out when heather said bitch. The word cut into Yolande and she went very rapidly from rude to legitimately angry. She watched Heather walking away and muttered to herself.<br><br>"Calm, calm, calm Yolande."<br><br>Just enough that she could hear, but the words were inaudible to anyone else. She raised her hand behind Heather and felt the air. It would be so easy. But, at the last second, she lowered her hand and took two rapid steps towards the wall. In front of an entire corridor of people she lashed out suddenly. Her fist shattered the wood, and concrete behind it, like nothing. In a fraction of a second her forearm was almost embedded entirely in the wall. This one was going to be particularly impossible to carry off with any form of style. She grimaced, facing the wall, and yanked her arm back.<br><br>People were staring, and her heart momentarily sank. It stung to lose control like that, but it was probably due to years of concealing her powers from anyone and everyone. Now that she finally could afford to snap it felt so easy. Although she fully expected to wind up in trouble for her outburst. She'd never been one for controlling her temper. She stood in the corridor with brick dust and splinters on the floor. A few people had hurried away and a handful of others were just staring. Yolande herself stayed silent and wasn't sure whether to leave or wait for a teacher to arrive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 17:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Ouch<br><hr><br>After a morning out in nature, it was relatively depressing to have to come back indoors. Still, Kitty did just that. After all, there were still classes that she needed to attend. At times she couldn't help but wonder why she bothered, since there was no job options for a mutant. Still, she persisted. It couldn't last forever, could it?<br><br>A sudden crash heard up the hall had that previously downcast-gaze lifting, a brow arching curiously. What the hell? Was someone making a mistake of being a bully again? Probably not...but Kitty had to go and make sure. There were still lingering feelings of guilt after what had happened to Rahne.<br><br>A small crowd had gathered by the time she got there, but it was easy to tell who the culprit was...the new girl. Some students ran, others gawked. But Kitty could tell right off...the girl needed a bit of help. And so she easily slipped through the crowd, coming to stand near Yolande. A glance around was made, before she finally spoke up.<br><br>"Alright...you all have seen people have rough days before. She ain't a side-show, she's one of us." The scolding tone had an effect on many, who merely wandered off, some shaking their heads. Only when the crowd was mostly dispersed did Kitt look to the new girl, keeping a bit of distance...there was no need to crowd her. Besides, she looked like she was pissed off enough. "We all got rough days...you need a breather?" <br><br>If the woman lashed out, Kitty wasn't going to take it personal. Besides that, she was offering a chance to get away before one of the teachers showed up, hot under the collar for destruction of property. That the destruction happened wasn't the kicker. If Kitt were a betting woman, she would guess the staff would be more upset that a student had lost their cool. But after what had happened to Yolande, could they really blame her?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 18:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> The meeting with Ambassador Smith for Jean Grey's project proposal<br><hr><br>Jean Grey prepared her notes for Ambassador Smith’s visit in her office. She was nervous but also hopeful that her proposition would be accepted. Of course, it wasn’t really up to the ambassador, but it was through her that she could make it happen. Having the students be able to visit parents more frequently would definitely improve their spirits. It was a way of making their stay at the school more pleasant as well, because they might work harder in order to earn those benefits. In the end, she was sure they would come out better for it. <br><br>After getting all her notes ready, Jean went to her room to change. She put on a blue shirt with a peach-colored blazer and skirt over it, along with brown pumps. She put her hair up in a ponytail with her bands side-swept. Afterwards, she went downstairs to the parlor where they would be addressing the ambassador. She telekinetically rearranged the furniture so that it would be enough for them and the others that were going to be joining them. Actually, she did it several times over to make sure it was all perfect. She had also prepared some green tea for those gathered. <br><br>David and Salem had already agreed to be present for this meeting. Hopefully some of the other students would show up as well. When she heard the car pulling up on the driveway, Jean hurried to the door and went outside. <strong>“Allow me.”</strong> Jean said as she opened the car door with her telekinesis, <strong>“Welcome back, Ambassador Smith. I’m quite glad you agreed to hear my proposal.”</strong> She said as she shook hands with the woman. <strong>“I have arranged the parlor for us to talk. Please, this way.”</strong> She said and led the way inside and to the parlor, where hopefully some of the others had assembled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 20:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7d9e48a04032e64251db333e07d96495/tumblr_nvp3m8UFsq1swwx3co1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Aubrey Smith<br><strong>Location:</strong> Driveway to the parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting with Jean Grey to hear her ideas<br><hr><br>It was a thankfully short journey for Aubrey to reach Xavier's school. And while it always made her a little nervous it wasn't one she minded doing at all. She truly enjoyed her work, and her time spent at the school. But today was all business. She'd heard the base outline of what Jean wanted, and hopefully it would be possible to push. She'd need as much ammunition as possible if she was going to make any headway on this with the Government. They could be cruel or careless when it came to the students, which could be painful to hear or witness.<br><br>Before long her driver pulled up to the main gate, the number plate being recognised immediately by the soldiers, who waved her on. Her visit was pre-planned and they'd known to expect her. She headed up the main driveway and pulled up smoothly just in front of the house. As she reached for the door handle it moved by itself. That'd be Jean. Instead of panicking she just smiled and looked out of the now open door, giving Jean a warm smile. She was a lovely lady and one Aubrey liked to meet with. <br><br><strong>"Thank you, Jean. It's always a pleasure to visit the school."</strong> She shook Jean's hand and followed her towards the school. <strong>"I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say, and as always I promise to do my utmost to help you."</strong> She had a friendly and positive tone, and meant every word. No matter what other parts of the Government may do the Ambassador genuinely wanted equality and peace.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 20:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande, and Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather hears the noise, she stops walking away, takes a few steps back, and watches as Kitty plays with fire. An old boy toy of hers notices her behavior and 'protects' her for the time being.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr><em>‘That was stupid.’</em> Heather thought to herself as she was walking away.<em> ‘I didn’t do anything mean.’ </em>Heather hated the idea of making some one angry. As a rule, Heather always tried to help those in emotional pits from getting out of them. She enjoyed helping people feel better.<em> ‘Did I say something mean?’ </em>Her tone had been a little curt near the end of their encounter, but she hadn’t tried to dig in too deep. <em>‘I was just responding, anything rude was a defensive thing, I’m sure of -’ - ‘What!?’ </em><br><br>Heather had heard the concussive force of Yolande’s anger. And she jumped. Her body turned and her arms went up. She had no idea what had happened so she instinctively protected herself. Her legs felt weak at first, nearly losing her feet and going to her knees. But, once she saw that Yolande had only taken her anger out on the wall, Heather calmed herself enough to feel guilt again instead of worry. <br><br>Kitty was there, doing her best to diffuse the situation. Heather watched with some horror in her eyes. She and Kitty weren’t that much different as people. There were some not so subtle personality points and life decisions that they had been of different mind on. But, she was a nice person, a helpful person, the same kind of person as Heather. And, Yolande, as far as Heather could tell, didn’t respond well to helpful kindness. So, Heather’s feet carried her slowly back toward Yolande, not to reach out to the girl again, but to be there for Kitty, and maybe help her get away from the time bomb walking around the school.<br><br>She tried to keep her distance, she felt responsible for the damage to the school, even if she hadn’t actually done it physically. And at this point, she was actually scared of the new girl. From about forty feet away, Heather was still watching. If Yolande snapped at Kitty too, Heather was going to have something to say about it. For now, she was up against the far wall, with her eyes pinned on Yolande. <em>‘Be careful Kitty…’</em> she wanted to warn her friend out loud, but she thought about how that might make Yolande feel, and she stayed quiet.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey, what are you doing?" Heather turned to see a young man behind her looking on. He'd come late to the miniature catastrophe, and he had only seen Yolande at the last part of her 'disappearing wall trick.' Heather looked into the boys eyes and remembered having sex with him a few times over the previous school year. She looked deep into him to try and remember his name.<strong> "Justin?"</strong> His eyebrows folded, he looked a little bit bummed that she didn't remember him right away. "Yeah, Highlights, I'm Justin. What are you doing?" Heather didn't bother explaining much, she gestured toward Kitty and Yolande and reached for his arm. It had been a while since he and Heather had spoken, but he was falling for her the whole time they were apart. He saw a huge amount of bracelets on her arm and saw it as an opening. The two of them watched Kitty and Yolande together, sort of hiding, but mostly not. He was tall, semi-toned, but not muscular. Heather had never learned Justin's power, but it was less impressive than hers. He wouldn't have been able to protect Heather from either Kitty or Yolande, but he had it in him to try if things went wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 21:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather, Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Threatening people<br><hr><br>Yolande stood, her arm embedded in the wood and concrete, as people either ran or stared. She didn't seem to take much notice of them though, ignoring her surroundings with her eyes firmly closed. At least until she heard a voice asking people to leave. When the girl addressed her Yolande's blue eyes snapped open in an instant, spinning to face her and yanking her hand from the wall. There were hints of tears in her eyes, although they hadn't quite fallen yet. She had so many strong emotions that she was fighting to hold down, but unfortunately it was still by far anger winning out. She stared at the stranger and then raised a palm flat towards her. The threat was self explanatory enough. <br><br><strong>"Rough day? Rough day... I'll show you..."</strong><br><br>Just as she was about to finish the vague threat she was interrupted by Heather's distant voice. She spun on her heel, redirecting her frustration. First Heather, then the wall, then Kitty and now back to Heather. Well, Heather and 'Justin'. Yolande's hand moved away from Kitty and she held it up right at the pair, walking towards them slowly. Her face was still undeniably beautiful, but she had a distinct look of anger twisting her features.<br><br><strong>"Who the fuck are you, her security? I didn't know she was high class enough to afford a bodyguard." </strong>Yet another quip about Heather's promiscuity. Perhaps not overly inventive, but it got the point across. She stared Justin down, almost daring him to head towards her. Although, throughout everything, she had completely ignored Kitty. That and while she knew she was incredibly strong she had little real idea of what those around her were capable of. <strong>"Come stand up for her, boy."</strong> She slightly spat the word boy at the newcomer, intending to goad him on. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 23:15:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/3ko6fLB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Jean Grey, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is near the front of the room, reading from a stack of papers, dressed a little bit like a birthday cake, but mostly like a professional.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br><hr>Salem hadn't exactly been working toward this moment her entire life. But in a few ways, it felt like that. Jean Grey and Xavier had been working on making mutants more acceptable to the general public. Salem and her kind were viewed as dangerous agents in society. And she had no room to dispute that, Salem could level a whole city block if the urge to do so came upon her. But, she had never destroyed anything in her life, except for the single construction site when her powers had activated, and Charles had erased that from people's memories. No one had been really hurt, and it was a long time ago.<br><br>Now, Salem was the poster child for mutant kind. She was powerful, intelligent, focused, determined, patient, hardworking, and most of all, she was peaceful. She had no interest in bludgeoning her way through the red tape. She wanted to work with the restrictions. She wanted to be an ambassador in her own right. If she could help people, work against the brotherhood, and play some kind of role in proving to the governments around the world that with the proper guidance, mutants could be more than functioning members of society. Mutants could be heroes. Salem wanted to change the world, to make it a better place for everyone living inside. And, this was the first real opportunity for her to make some kind of change in the world.<br><br>She would be there to serve as an example, the ideal student, Xavier's perfect product. She spent hours trying to decide what she would wear. She didn't own anything too expensive, so she didn't want to try and dress formally, there was a risk there that she would look shabby, and poor. If she wanted to look fancy, it was going to backfire, she was sure of it. She also debated on a more masculine look, a suit jacket, and slacks. But, that felt like a bad idea too, it just wasn't who she was, and being a feminine force in a room was something she liked to think she was capable of doing. Salem tried out a few colors, settling on a look that said, '<em>I don't come from wealth, but I'm passionate and responsible.'</em> She ended up picking a flaring skirt with a yellow sweater and some tasteless, yet appropriate socks. She was a bit of a square, and that showed as well. It hadn't been intended, but she looked a bit like a birthday cake.<br><br>Heading to the parlor, Salem ended up looking more like a geek from the early 70's than anything else. But it worked for her. She left her fashionable glasses in her bedroom, and decided to wear her combat visor instead. The visor drew attention to her eyes. The glasses almost looked normal, but the cyclopsian visor made the room aware that she was capable of doing some serious damage. She had no intention of using her powers today. But, with the visor on, her mutation was a bit more obvious. And, overall, the visor was safer than the glasses. Salem was insuring that there would be no accidental optic blasts at this meeting. <br><br>Once in the parlor Salem brought herself over to the front of the room, she arranged a few of her credentials in a stack of information that was already provided, and set her purse down on the table as well. Instead of finding somewhere comfortable to sit, or to try and stand near the door to welcome anyone as they arrived. Salem found herself looking through the papers that had been laid down by Jean. She was a studious girl, and when there was information to be absorbed, she was basically obligated to investigate. After a few moments, she was fairly certain she'd already read this report. But she continued to read about Jean Grey's research and Xavier's goals. She heard people coming in behind her, but she didn't bother to look up. Nothing had officially begun yet, and she felt like she was standing in the perfect spot for the time being. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 00:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9igByIf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - 12:00(ish)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Rogue (also posting order), CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather brings her lunch to the table that she usually eats at.&nbsp; This time, she's bringing a girl named Tessa that she met in line. She tells Rachel to scoot over so that she and Tessa can sit together, and so that Heather can be next to Rogue. She introduces Tessa to the group. She mentions that she doesn't know where one of her other close friends is. She starts to eat, and plays a little foots with Rogue under the table. Other girls are: &nbsp;Kioki Kasagana (http://i.imgur.com/v5mzcjI.jpg), Michelle Dawson (http://i.imgur.com/aIeDAqa.jpg), Rachel Finnegan (http://i.imgur.com/Cy1iDWV.jpg), &amp; Jasmine (http://i.imgur.com/xNZtK7l.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Exactly This (http://i.imgur.com/gmgbVEh.jpg), Zebra bra and all. And These Shoes (http://i.imgur.com/0l6s5yw.jpg)<br><hr>Heather had stacked nearly four full lunches onto her tray. She had two cheeseburgers, a bowl of pasta with some kind of chicken in, a few slices of garlic bread, a salad, and a fruit smoothy. There was one thing she was late to every day, without fail. Heather was always the last girl to sit down for lunch. It took a while to gather this much food. It might take her a little bit longer to eat than most of the other girls as well. Most of the people Heather liked to eat with didn't even eat half of a lunch, let alone several in one sitting. She was often the subject of some envy in her circle of friends because she could eat any damn thing she wanted, and she would never put on an ounce of weight.<br><br>Her arms were starting to grow sore as she collected her second cheeseburger. <strong>"Thanks, Tracy!"</strong> She was always polite, and the cafeteria ladies had turned into first name basis friends. Heather had been excited to eat that day. Turning with too much fervor, she had almost spilled her whole lunch tray onto a girl standing behind her. The girl's name had been Tessa. Heather introduced herself, made note that they'd never met, and that it was a pretty small school over all. Tessa had said something about not knowing where to sit. Some idle chit chat later, and Heather had gone and invited her to the <em>'cool-girl lunch table'.</em> And, those were the actual words she'd used to describe it. It wasn't braggadocios though, she was almost humiliated by the idea of being 'in' with the cool girls at the school. When, in full, Heather liked to think that she was the queen bitch of the school. A delusion of course, she was just charismatic, and she liked to surround herself with pretty people.<br><br>It didn't take long to find her friends. Heather approached them with Tessa in tow and saw her O.T.P. baby, Rogue. <strong>"Ladies!" </strong>Heather said coming up to the table. <strong>"Everyone this is Tessa... She's sort of new, I guess." </strong>Heather went right up to Rogue's left shoulder, and looked at Rachel.<strong> "Rach, can you go to the other side for me? make some space for us?" </strong>Heather didn't have to say it, but it was accepted that Tessa would sit next to her. <br><br>"Yeah, sure." Rachel was in good spirits about it. She was only eating an apple and some granola anyway, and her lunch moved with her quite easily. She swung around the edge of the table and found herself next to Kitty Pryde. <br><br>Sitting down, Heather continued the introductions. <strong>"Tessa, this is everyone."</strong> she smiled kindly in Tessa's direction before she went into the names, <strong>"that's Rogue, Kioki, Jasmine."</strong> Her hand was gesturing around the table. <strong>"I'm not sure if your good with names or not."</strong> She giggled, <strong>"But, I should say them all."</strong> She smiled and continued, still gesturing around the table.<strong> "Michelle, but we all call her fluffy, she's fine with it." </strong>Michelle, the girl with remarkable feline features looked up from her lunch. "I'm very soft." Michelle's voice was strange, a bit choked, and not at all perfect in human tone, but she was adorable, and her voice was just as cute as the orange tail that swished behind her as she ate. <br><br>Heather continued, <strong>"That's Kitty Pride, hard to get straight when there's an actual kitty right there, but she's Kitty. We call her shadowcat, but thats even more confusing. And, Rachel, we all eat together most of the time. Sofie should be here too."</strong> Sofie was a close friend of Rachel's and one of her favorite girls to be naked with. <strong>"I'm not sure where she is today."</strong> Heather felt happy to have another cute girl beside her. The girl with the rainbow hair had been intimate with four of the other girls at the table, including fluffy the cat girl. "She's stayed in with a cold, Hasn't left her room in a few days, now." Jasmine answered Heather's quandry in her thick British accent. <br><strong><br>"Oooh, poor thing."</strong> Heather said back before turning back to Tessa.<strong> "You don't have to join us everyday, or whatever, but you're welcome to if you want."</strong> She wasn't the ring-leader of the bitch club, but she liked to consider herself everyone's friend. <em>'I'm the real social center around here.' </em>Heather had been the same at home before she came to Xavier's school. She propped herself up with silent flattery as she started to dig into her pasta. As much as Heather ate, she was very polite at tables like this. She didn't like to shovel her food into her face. As her fork brought small bites to her mouth, she looked around the table and smiled in the glow of the group. Being around her friends like this was the best part of her day, usually. As she ate, her right foot slid over under Rogue's chair. Carefully, she slid her calf against Rogue's shin. Any opportunity for physical contact with her special girly was to be taken with full advantage. <br><br>Happily placed, Heather waited for the juicy conversation to take over. Michelle and Jasmine were talking about the class they had just finished. The two of them were seated across from each other, and they were closer to each other than they were to anyone else at the table. Rachel seemed to be interested in Tessa's addition to the group, and Kioki was as silent as usual, eating her soup without much to say. She was a very sweet girl, but she was shy, and she didn't understand English as well as everyone else. She was learning, but the language was coming slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 01:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Heather Donald<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is trying to not embarrass herself in front of the cool girls, but is worried that she might not fit in with them since she's not the definition of "pretty."<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This sweater (https://66.media.tumblr.com/a9111e31e29a6eaf3ccbef24cb0e454b/tumblr_o88usvemPp1rtk5dzo1_1280.jpg), dark skinny jeans, an old pair of Converse sneakers, and finger-less gloves. (https://steampunkwolf.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.524557974_cj76.jpg)<br><hr>Walking behind Heather on the lunch line, Tess couldn't help but notice how much food she was getting. It made her wonder how many people she was getting lunch for. The girl in front of her was definitely not large enough to eat a meal like that on her own. There was no way. She couldn't help but watch, though, as more and more food got piled onto Heather's tray while Tess settled for a grilled cheese and a side of potato chips. It looked like a lonely meal, compared to Heather's. <strong>"Whoa! I'm sorry,"</strong> she apologized after Heather nearly dropped her tray of food all over her. She had probably been following too closely. After grabbing a bottle of water and chatting for a bit, Tess followed Heather's lead to the cool-girl table.<br><br>Tess tried not to act too awkwardly as she stood, holding her tray while she waited for everyone to get situated. She felt like she had a spotlight on her, not being used to having a lot of people looking at her all at once. It was a bit stressful, but she tried her best not to let it show. Once everyone was seated, she set her tray on the table and sat down beside Heather with her hands beneath the table, on her lap. She toyed with her nails a bit, distracting herself as much as she could while she was introduced to everyone. She tried to remember each girl's name as best as she could, repeating each one silently in her head after it was announced to her. <strong>"I can't promise to remember them all the first time around, but I'm sure I'll get them eventually,"</strong> she replied with a smile. She was actually not half bad with remembering names. <strong>"I usually just go by Tess,"</strong> she added, hoping it wasn't rude to mention it after Heather had called her Tessa a few times already.<br><br>Finally lifting her right hand from under the table, she ran her fingertips along the side of her side-swept bangs, making sure they were properly in place. All of the girls at this table were so pretty and she was beginning to feel like maybe she wouldn't fit in if either of them saw all of her face. <strong>"Thanks for inviting me. I don't really know many people here yet. Still pretty new,"</strong> she mentioned, not sure what to say. She wasn't the best when it came to having conversations. Usually she sat and listened instead.<strong> "So, what kind of fun is there around here, anyway? We can't leave to even go shopping or anything?"</strong> she asked, curiously. Finally, she was part of a community in which there were people like her and she wouldn't have to hide in the shadows anymore, but it seemed as though she still wouldn't be able to live life like people her age outside of the X-Mansion. There were still things she wanted to experience, like parties, impromptu shopping trips to simply play dress up, and going to the movies with friends.<br><br>Her blue-gray eyes caught Rachel's gaze before immediately looking down at her tray. Her chest began to feel tight as she felt nervous about why Rachel was staring. Did she see through Tess's poor attempt at trying to be a "cool girl" like the rest of them? She kept her eyes lowered and began tearing off small pieces of her grilled cheese, eating slowly as she listened to the conversations around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 17:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Ouch<br><hr><br>Threatening Kitty wasn't something Kitt really worried about. After all, in a school full of mutants, and where Professor Xavier oversaw all, how much damage could she really have inflicted on her? Besides, Kitty was fairly well-trained. So when that hand came up, Kittty didn't flinch away. Something told her that was what Yolande was used to people doing...and Kitty wasn't having it. <br><br>The mistake of Yolanda's came when she turned her back on Kitty. Trained in martial arts as she was, she knew better than to turn your back on a threat. And not only had Yolande done that, she had threatened other students...like Heather. And so Kitt did what she had to. Ducking down, she gave a sweeping kick, basically roundhousing Yolanda's legs out from under her. were the kick to land, Kitty would finish the spin, and attempt to put a knee to the woman's shoulder. Kitt had no doubts that Yolande was stronger than her. She had seen what the woman was capable of. But this was no longer the outside world. She wasn't the only one with skills and powers.<br><br>Kitty looked to the woman (again, so long as she was able. If Yolande didn't stay down, Kitty was absolutely quick to back up). "Relax. Trust me, you DONT want to do this. Especially not here. You wanna blow off steam, I know a place you can go. But this is only going to end up bad for you."<br><br>After four years at Xavier's, Kitty was hoping beyond hope a teacher would come by. She wouldn't be able to take Yolande on force on force....the best she could do would be to vanish until the woman grew tired of the game. For now, Kitty was just trying to avert a disaster of epic proportions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 20:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/eabSVyZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Demetrius Bond | Hijack<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Hourglass</strong><br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking around, Running into Tess.<br><hr><br>He wasn't tired, he didn't want to be in his dorms. Though he was physically tired, a fight and punishment will do that to a guy. His mind was active and refused to settle. During moments like this, he often wandered around the mansion, or the grounds. Walking helped him think, sort through the various thoughts all jumbled together inside his skull. But it wasn't so much random chaos that plagued him, but thoughts about a certain someone with vivid eyes and striking hair. Blackout.<br><br>What could have been a simple debate and discussion turned into an ugly mess, which the professors weren't exactly thrilled about. Every interaction since the trouble previously had been an exercise in patience, since half the time he just wanted to shake some sense into that head of hers.<br><br>She was infuriating.<br><br>Expelling a breath, He turned the corner, determined to avoid the annoyance that was Joanne ' Blackout' Weber from here on out, and focus on people he actually liked, when he caught sight of a smallish girl just up ahead. He blinked. Tess. Demetrius hadn't had many opportunities to really get into any kind of real conversation with the girl, she seemed to be really shy. But he'd bumped into her a time or three, and they occasionally showed up to the same classes.<br><br>Seeing as he had nothing better to do at the moment, he slowly approached the dark haired girl, moving up behind her at a casual pace, making no attempt to hide his presence, though from the spaced out way she was kind of walking, he had to wonder if she'd notice until he was right there. <strong>" Hey there, Tess. What's up?"</strong> Coming up at her side, he glanced at her face, noting the slightly glazed expression. The way her head was tilted forward, as if the floor itself was fascinating. <strong>" You okay?" </strong>A dark brow lifted slightly as he watched her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 22:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hijack<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is caught off guard by Hijack. <br><hr>Tess looked to be a bit of a mess at the moment. Her over-sized gray sweater hung off of one freckled shoulder, seeming to be a bit crooked on her small frame, and the shoelaces on her right shoe were untied. Her pixie haircut was less than perfect, as if she had been holding her head in her hands at some point, which caused her bangs to reveal a small sliver of the slightly reddened scar they were meant to hide. She didn't realize, but it also wasn't that noticeable as she typically kept her head lowered, anyway.<br><br>She didn't hear anyone approaching as memories of her past played in her mind as they had so many times before. She jumped, startled by the sudden sound of someone's voice in her ear, and looked up momentarily to see who it was. <strong>"What? Oh... Yeah, I'm fine,"</strong> she replied softly as she rubbed the back of her neck a bit, her chin tilted downwards. She had lost track of time and had lost track of where she was was a moment. <strong>"I'm sorry if I bumped into you. Just kinda... out of it, I guess. It's been a rough night,"</strong> she mentioned softly as she looked around, trying to figure out where she had ended up. She thought to ask Demetrius, but didn't want him to know she had gotten herself lost, somehow. All she wanted was for people around here to think she was at least semi-normal. She'd find her way back to her dorm, eventually.<br><br>Her blue-gray eyes never landed upon his own, trying not to look him in the face. She found him cute and had trouble keeping herself from blushing when she allowed herself to admire him. It didn't help that he was always so kind to her. Maybe if he was rude, she wouldn't have trouble looking him in the eye. <strong>"Hey, uh... Do you know what time it is? I feel like I've been wandering for a while."</strong> The truth was, it had only been about ten minutes, but sometimes time just dragged on for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 10:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande, and Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather and Justin react like two basic bystanders. There's a cute moment where they both hide from the action, and then peek at it both together. She hides behind him. He hides behind his arm.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr><em>“We should get going.”</em> Justin was tugging Heather away from Yolande gently, he didn’t want her to get hurt. She may not have had a good memory of him, but they had some kind of connection to be sure. She didn’t move right away, she was hesitant to leave, unwilling to abandon the situation. Although, she had already started her exit. She didn't know why she hadn't finished that move. There was a morbid curiosity keeping her around. And there was a large attachment of grief that had a hold of her. She felt bad, she even felt responsible for what Yolande was doing. <em>‘She was just walking down the hall before. Now, she’s ripping it up.’</em> Heather had rarely ever had this effect on someone. She was stunned, on top of everything else.<br><br><strong>“I’ll be fine. Justin.” </strong>Heather had a childish nature to her that would not do if she ever wanted to be a strong person. But sometimes, on occasion, it worked out the opposite way. She wanted to apologize, or fix this, or do something to repair whatever damage she’d done. <strong>“I’m staying.”</strong> She was almost yelling at Justin, but Heather’s voice was loud enough to catch Yolande’s attention.<br><br>It was a horrible feeling, being powerless. Heather had a few powers to speak of, but absolutely none of them were useful in this moment. It occurred to her very quickly that she should have probably just kept on walking. The group that she was standing in before she had ever talked to Yolande were still in sight, about 90 feet away, but they were back there watching on, just like Heather. Unlike Heather, they were creeping forward. Justin had up and found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time again. The two of them were sort of watching on. Heather felt like she could help, and she was firm in her place, Justin just felt like he could protect his one-time sex-friend from danger if he needed to. But he wasn’t going to force her out of the situation unless he needed to. Justin’s mutation was gamma like Rachel’s but it was defensive to be sure. His muscles were different, thicker, heavier, stronger. That was all, but it had it’s benefits.<br><br>Justin started to move in front of Heather, physically pulling her behind him as Yolande started to focus on them. His hand was wrapped around her purple bracelets. He felt strong.<em> “I’m not le-” </em>Kitty interupted Justin. And, he had thought it to be his time to shine. His voice was raised, he had his sentence planned, he was going to protect Highlights as best as he was capable of doing.<br><br>But, then the one hundred pound girl named Kitty stepped up and did his job for him. He was shocked, Heather panicked.<br><br><strong>“Oh, Kitty No!” </strong>Heather didn’t understand how this had happened. She was immature and unqualified to handle this properly. Part of her just wanted Justin to handle it. But now he was confused too. Heather hid her face, afraid of what Yolande might do to her dearest little kitty. Justin put his arm up in front of his own. He used his body to shield Heather while the rest of the people in the halls took a big step back.<br><br>Heather looked left, trying to figure out what had happened when Kitty lashed out at Yolande. She looked at a few faces closely, but she wasn’t getting a good enough picture. Once the sounds of the fighting stopped, she peaked her head around Justin’s arm to see what happened, as she did, he lowered the other one to do the same thing. They were both rather speechless. Justin could pull them apart with his mutated muscles if things got ugly between the two girls fighting. But, Heather was just hungry at the moment... and her hair was growing superfast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 12:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather, Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Screaming, then silence<br><hr><br>The girl behind her's kick connected hard into the back of Yolande's leg, but unfortunately Yolande was infinitely more resilient than most people. Instead of being swept out her legs remained entirely still, the impact seeming more like kicking a steel bar than a human leg. Yolande's attention was immediately turned, though, and she span to face her would be attacker. The girl looked tiny, head and shoulders shorter than Yolande herself. <br><br><strong>"Relax? Are you mocking me? You just swung at me and then told me to relax..." <br></strong><br>Yolande was shaking, not even noticing Heather or Justin anymore. The idea that someone would physically assault her then have the gall or stupidity to suggest she relaxed was absurd. She opened her mouth to threaten the other girl, then had a better idea. She seemed to briefly pause, and then focus intently. She saw the inner workings of Kittie's mind, witnessing her hope that a teacher would arrive and seeing her great concern for Heather and Justin. Once she was firmly within Kitty's head she spoke to her.<br><br><em>"Do I seem relaxed now?" </em><br><br>The voice reverberated to every corner of Kitty's mind, and Yolande upped the intensity of it to an absurd degree. The words were only said normally, but the volume was immense. Yolande was a powerful, but also very inexperienced, telepath. She had no real idea what she was doing inside Kitty's mind, and just tried to cause as much temporary pain or discomfort as possible.<br><br>And then, as suddenly as she had approached Kitty's mind, Yolande was gone. This time she was genuinely frozen, not just focusing. To any onlooker it seemed like time itself had stopped around her. Inside her head another voice spoke to her, having effortlessly overpowered her telepathic efforts. <br><br><em>"Stop, Yolande. I cannot allow you to attack her in my school. Please wait until a teacher arrives."</em><br><br>Charles hated to freeze a student, but if Yolande made a single wrong move she could give Kitty permanent brain damage, and that was unacceptable. Not that he was particularly impressed by Kitty's response to the situation either. Charles kept Yolande still and then spoke to Kitty as well. <br><br><em>"You need to wait with her until a teacher arrives. Violence is not acceptable in my school." </em><br><br>Charles had an unfamiliar harsh tone to his words, as he always took aggressive behaviour extremely seriously.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 16:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Ouch<br><hr><br>Well, talk about your all-time fails.<br><br>Kitty had seemingly under-estimated her opponent. She knew she would be getting in trouble when she made the strike, but it would have been worth it to make sure that her friend and the rest of the students were safe. Did Kitty fancy herself a martyr? Not really. But she wasn't going to stand for bullies. And right then, that's exactly what she felt Yolande was being. <br><br>However, the sweep did....well, nothing. She connected with the back of the taller woman's legs, and just stopped as if she'd hit a concrete wall. Still, Kitty was quick to recover, and she had achieved at least one goal....having the woman focus her attention. Never taking her eyes off her opponent, Kitty seemed ready for a physical attack, and was even waving Heather and Justin off, trying to ensure that they would be safe. THe attack she hadn't prepped for, however, was the attack that came.<br><br>The sudden scream inside her mind was as if she'd been surrounded by speakers with the volume turned to max. Her whole body shuddered, and she dropped down, hands clamping over her ears. Kitty's experience with telepaths was minimal, save for the handful of times she had gone to a couple of mental-defense classes. Eyes squeezed shut as she cried out in pain, her head ducking down as if she were trying to shield her ears from the rest of the noise.<br><br>As suddenly as it started though, it stopped. Panting softly, she would blink, opening her eyes and looking around. Seeing Yolande frozen in place, it took Kitty a moment to realize what was happening. She felt bad, and slowly stood up, glancing around at the rest of the students who seemed to back away, knowing that the fight was over before it really started. Kitty wasn't one to really get in trouble very often, but she knew that there would be repercussions. Not that she minded...she knew as soon as it had started that she would be willing to take the punishment. At least the rest of her classmates were safe.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 20:14:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday September 3rd, around 2pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Salem Summers, Ambassador Smith, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the ambassador<br><hr><br>David Alleyne let out a small sigh as he dried himself off, debating what to wear. So much of his life was regimented and structured, it was a surprise to most that knew him to discover that his clothing choice wasn’t planned months in advance. So often it was whatever he had at the top of his dresser or in the front of his closet at the moment he went to get dressed. This day was more important though and he had to make a good impression. He hadn’t met the Ambassador before and how well the meeting went could drastically affect the course of events in ways that few could truly grasp. After long deliberation he finally decided that looking professorial would be the best course of action. A tan tweed jacket, black vest, a blue collared shirt, and a patterned tie all served to make the taller man seem less threatening. Atleast that was what he hoped. While his powers were the least offensive of the group they’d planned to have there, he was the tallest and the most physically fit. In the wrong light he could be an intimidating factor. Though the odds that anyone would think of him as anything other than an academic were rare; he’d worked hard for years to never be seen in any way intimidating.<br><br>Stepping into Parol a few minutes before Jean and the Ambassador, he gave Salem a warm smile to calm his own nerves more than to reassure her. There was a moment where he was about to talk to Salem, see how his TA was doing, but then he heard the door open. Jean Grey and Aubrey Smith, two beautiful women who had more influence than they realized. And from Aubrey he could sense a multitude of different skills suddenly unlock for himself. Countless interpersonal skills, negotiation, and a few scant combats maneuvers were the most interesting to David. This woman had the potential to be a fierce opponent if the situation called for it and yet, based on the reading he’d done, she never seemed to put up too much of a fight when Xavier’s asked for some concession unless the government denied it. It seemed that the affection and sympathy she had for mutants wasn’t an act.<em> ‘Investigate when you have a moment’</em> David thought to himself. <em>‘Is she just naturally empathetic towards us? Or is there a reason she feels closer to mutants? Does she have a family member with the X-gene? Or did one possible save her life?’</em><br><br><strong><br>“Ambassador Smith, It’s lovely to finally meet you.”</strong> He said confidentially as he took her hand before pulling her into a light embrace. <strong>“I’m David Alleyne, the math professor here at the school. Did you enjoy the drive out here? Leaves just started to turn colors, it’s a sight like no other.” </strong>The normally reserved and quiet Alleyne seemed to blossom, smiling as he spoke and offered her a drink. Jean might recognize the subtle shift, a common reaction to using his powers was that he might take on aspects of the person’s personality, but to Salem it would be an odd departure.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 10:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/85/e9/b1/85e9b1ed6621e1895679e71ed3c61a00.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Lower Atmosphere &gt; Mansion Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne, Bullies, Laura, Bishop<br><strong>Content:</strong> Slipping back to his old ways</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">He was focusing mainly, primarily, almost entirely on Markus. So when Laura hopped onto the table, he didn't even take notice until she screamed out loud enough to get everyone in the room's attention, then sent a glass of milk shattering against the far well. And even then, it was a passing interest at most; those pig stickers she had jutting out of her wrists didn't concern him. Especially from that distance. She wasn't his enemy though; that was just the tactical training kicking in like old times. No, his focus was on Markus and only Markus. He was going to pay for this. She yelled threats, and while he had no doubt she'd follow through...he got here first. <br><br><strong>"Stay out of this, Laura! He's mine! I didn't escape the Empire to watch people muzzle someone because they think it's funny! He needs to <em>pay</em>."</strong> Markus for all his money, and this and that and whatever silver spoons and complexes made him the evil asshole he was...none of that seemed to make him smart. Or even simply worried about his own safety. Because even now, with a tiny ball of anger with indestructible claws on one side, and a half-insane energy manipulator on the other, both pissed at him...he continued to make jokes about Rahne. <br><br>Something inside Gabriel broke, like it had so many times before when D'Ken set him loose on his enemies like a Dog of War.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll kill you."</strong> It was so calm, so deliberate, that it sounded nothing like the Gabriel who'd just moments ago was shouting at the top of his lungs. No, this one sounded like...like Vulcan. And that was a very, <em>very</em> bad thing. He was no longer in control of himself. He was simply an instrument, and his target had been chosen. <strong>"If you have a God. Pray. And don't worry. I'll make sure he hears you."</strong> And now it seemed to be a confirmation that Markus would die today.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd see what happened when you brought dark things to the light; things better left buried. Gabriel raised a hand, and a tiny orb of energy formed in front of it. Even as small as it was, the power it radiated was massive. And he planned to use it on Markus. There wasn't even anyone around who could stop him. Right now though, he wasn't wondering if this was right or wrong. Killing someone for something like this. He just wondered why Markus didn't seem more scared? Well it was just one of those things that would never be answered he guessed. Bishop's booming voice shook him to the core though, and for an instant he turned to see the older energy manipulator.<br><br>&nbsp;His voice wasn't enough to break Gabriel of the programming built into him by years of torture and harsh treatment, though, and calmly, deliberately, he turned back to face Markus again. Before he could fire off his attack, he felt something slam into his energy field. He looked down and saw Bishop's red energy crackling against his own golden glow. <br><br>And for a second his shield held, but Bishop increased his power and suddenly a shoulder was digging hard into his stomach. Gabriel almost vomited as he was forced onto his back. The orb still fired in the scuffle, but instead of hitting it's target, it went wide, punching through a window and hitting a tree. Nothing happened for a moment, and Gabriel tried to throw Bishop off, struggling for a few seconds. <strong>"Get off! Let me finish him! His kind are evil!!"</strong> Then the tree blew up, leaving a scorched and black crater just outside. <br><br>That seemed to snap Gabriel out of it, and all the fight immediately left him. Now he just lay there, looking up at Bishop with tears streaming from his eyes. <strong>"I...I lost control. I tried so hard to fight it. But what he did to Rahne, I couldn't just. He tortured her. He, he... I didn't want to ki-... I'm sorry. I thought I was better now!"</strong> He put his hands over his eyes and held them there, unwilling for the moment to look at the destruction he'd caused. At the life he'd almost ended because he was still the man D'Ken had made him, no matter how much he thought and acted to the contrary.<br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 00:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> The meeting with Ambassador Smith for Jean Grey's project proposal<br><hr><br>Jean Grey walked the Ambassador through the front of the house, showing her some of the renovations that had been made in the past few months. As a way of breaking the ice and also to get into a comfortable interpersonal wavelength with her, plus showcasing how some of the mutants had helped around the home. She made a point of letting her know that the students were still being taught to be responsible beyond their powers, so they all had chores and ‘mundane’ tasks to accomplish, just like everyone else that wasn’t a mutant. Normalcy was a good standing point when it came to talking to the agents. <br><br>As they entered the parlor they saw young Salem Summers. <strong>“Ms Smith, I’d like you to formally meet one of our very own mutants, Salem Summers. You’ve briefly met before, as I recall.”</strong> She said as they came closer. <strong>“She is one of our top students at the school.”</strong> She smiled happily when she saw David Alleyne had also shown up. It was good to have him here and meet with the ambassador. He definitely dressed for the occasion and Jean was grateful to have the aid of another like-minded person in the room. Not to discount Salem—in fact, Salem was very important to how these talks would go as well. She was here to show the best that can be achieved when young mutants behave responsibly. She was a shining example of how much they all had to offer.<br><br>David was a perfect gentleman towards Ms. Smith, which showed his professionalism. No matter how quiet or introverted he could be, Jean could always count on him to see her through in these kinds of situations. <br><br>As introductions were finished, Jean moved to sit at the center couch, <strong>“Thank you for meeting us in such short notice, Ambassador.”</strong> She said, <strong>“I’m eager to start discussing my proposal, since we are starting a new term here at the school and I’d like to start work on it as soon as we are able—with the government’s approval, of course.”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 01:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7d9e48a04032e64251db333e07d96495/tumblr_nvp3m8UFsq1swwx3co1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Aubrey Smith<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting with Jean Grey, David Alleyne and Salem Summers to hear Jean's proposal<br><hr><br>Aubrey followed Jean closely through the school with a warm smile, nodding to a few of the students she recognised. Some had spoke with her before, and she liked to make sure she was considered a friend and ally and not a spook. Unlike almost all other Government officials she was entirely relaxed while walking through the school. She'd learnt to feel safe and secure around the mutants, and trusted them all to remain kind and peaceful to her. At least the majority understood who's side she was on. If anything she'd prefer permanent residence at the school to time in the Government buildings, but her voice of reason was needed there to argue against bigotry and hatred. It pained her to bring to the table some of the more hateful voices in the Government, but she had to communicate everything to Xavier's school.<br><br>When she entered the room she recognised Salem quickly, having met her before and made a note of her diligence and drive. She was impressive, and would be important to making headway with the Government. David she couldn't seem to place, perhaps he didn't ordinarily work in the eye of the public. She knew of a few mansion residents that preferred to keep to themselves. <br><br><strong>"It's lovely to see you, Salem. And yes, I did enjoy the drive. It's always a pleasure to drive out to the school, Professor Alleyne. I look forward to visiting and doing my bit to try and help find the right road to peace and equality."</strong><br><br>Given the words of certain other members of the Government she hoped this wouldn't be taken as callous or thoughtless speech. She meant every word, her views were simply unfortunately not shared by some co-workers of hers. She followed Jean to sit opposite her on a chair, placing her briefcase on the seat beside her and pulling out a notebook. Writing everything down was of vital importance, and she had always preferred a simple pen and paper to a tablet or small laptop. <br><br><strong>"Of course, Jean. The three of you are welcome to make your proposal, and I will do my best to make sure we come to the best terms I can offer. Of course, I am not the person in charge. There may be certain things I cannot agree to, or counter-offers to be made."</strong><br><br>While the Ambassador certainly wasn't a mutant, she was a gifted negotiator. She persuaded Government officials to let her get a great deal more freedoms for the X-Men than they had ever intended to grant. And she had managed to convince even the more hot headed mutants that compromise was necessary to make any headway with the steadfast Government officials. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 11:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/3ko6fLB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Jean Grey, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem makes her introductions brief and follows the women as they briefly change location. Salem sits beside Jean, but off to the side a bit, and at an angle. In addition, Salem offers her duties as an assistant, basically, or an intern.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br><hr>Salem didn’t stay there reading the reference material for long, as the rest came into the room, she turned her attention to them, acknowledging David enough to show that she was prepared for this engagement. Salem had come a long way, even since she and David had first met in his advanced geometry course the year before. She wanted so much more, but this was a good stepping stone. <em>'Stepping stones are easy,' </em>she thought as she smiled at him.<br><br>She made no physical move to greet David besides a head nod and a warm smile in return. Even though Salem didn’t dream of David every other night like someone else, she felt certain feelings about him. And that concerned her enough to avoid making any real contact. No matter what kind of work he’s doing, <em>‘it’s working’ </em>Salem’s mouth curled up as her visor met David’s eyes. His calm smile looked good on him too. The lusty stare behind the visor was private to her, just the way she liked it.<br><br>The Ambassador came in then with Jean on her hip, <em>‘Alright, you might be a little underdressed for this, bumble bee.’</em> Salem refused to look down at her clothes like she didn’t remember what she was wearing, but she had taken this risk. She always seemed to take this risk in one way or another. Salem took herself too seriously to actually consider herself to be grown up yet. So, this childish energy that she had, this immaturity didn’t show itself much in her personality. It showed in her personal choices. Her patterned socks might have been cute, but had they been on any other woman, they might have asked her to leave. Paired with her personality, it showed her youth more than anything. If she were dressed properly, she would have looked to be close to her thirties, and not unlike an accomplished professor. <br><br>That red visor gaze that showed no expression was oddly calming as fair as it was cold. Somehow, that same ruby quartz was able to reflect the depth of knowledge and drive she had. Without the emotions of her eyes, the rest of her face showed her stern and disciplined nature. Salem’s jaw was tight. Her lips were typically flat and pensive. And her stillness had gravity. The behaviour of others seemed to gather all of her focus. <br><em><br>‘He looks good.’</em> It was a hard habit to break these days, the admiration of others. She was getting even more lonely than she’d been recently. If there was any restlessness to her vibe, that’s where it was coming from.<br><br>As Jean introduced her to Smith, Salem had no problem offering a hand. <strong>“Ambassador Smith, It's my Pleasure. Glad to have you.”</strong> Salem kept her introducion brief, attempting to stay out of the way and avoid any of her trademark awkward exchanges. She offered a pretty smile that displayed some of the pearly whites behind her lips. <strong>"Ms. Grey."</strong> She nodded to Jean with a twinkle in her eyes that no one could see. Jean might have felt it in Salem's mind. She was remarkably excited for this. David’s gentlemanly introduction seemed to be well received. Salem had never seen him be so professorial, but she could always tell that there was a crisp intellectual behind the personality he used to appeal to the other students. <em>‘High school kids don’t like professors. They like cool dads.’ - ‘I should tell him that he’s sexy later’ - ‘No. Salem,’ - ‘Try to stay focused. Compliment him later on his words and stuff.’ </em>She was drifting, and she could feel it. Her thoughts were fast so she hadn’t been gone long. Salem was tuned in clearly well before Smith was through talking with David.<br><br>Salem moved with the other women to the area that Jean had prepared for the proposal. She took a seat on Jean’s side of the room, and angled her chair jut enough to show that she was not on equal level to Jean. This was not Salem’s show, it was a show that she had to put on, but she didn’t want to be presumptuous with anything, not even the seating arrangements among colleagues and peers. <br><br>Her throat cleared unintentionally as she sat down. <br><br>It was more than obvious that Jean was going to lead with the presentation, Salem and David were physical supplemental material. Salem was proud just to be that. And, David wasn’t a student here. ‘I might be celebrated, but I’m still a student.’ She felt like there were four tiers of power in the room, and she was the lowest in the chain. So, her words came out naturally. <strong>“Let me know if you need anything, reference materials, water, an extra pen. Anything”</strong> Her smile wasn’t forced yet, just a bit anxious. She nodded as she dinished. Salem's offer seemed appropriate. She was there to show how normal she was. Her extreme power was well known, her displays of hospitality and humanity, those were more important at that time.<br><br><em>‘I’m just glad Jean’s the only telepath in the room.’</em>Her mind was getting carried away before. Intimacy issues rarely came up in rooms without sexual partners or telepaths. So, she did her best to keep her mind on track and away from the more distracting corners of her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 00:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather, Rogue, Tessa, Rachel (NPC), Kioke, Michelle, Jasmine(all NOC)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting new folks<br><hr><br>Kitty had been just hanging around, and was quiet for the most part. The earlier encounter with the new girl hadn't quite gone as well as hoped. At least she wasn't in TONS of trouble, though she knew that the Professor was exceptionally pissed off at her. While the rest of the girls chatted away, Kitty tended to pretty much stay to herself. <br><br>That wouldn't last though...it never did when Heather came around. And this time, she had brought someone new in tow. Looking up, she couldn't help but give the new girl a once-over, nodding with a small smile as she was introduced. A glance from Michelle that seemed quizzical in nature earned just a small shake of her head...indicating that she wouldn't discuss the problems now. Instead, she would look back to Tessa. <br><br>"Nice to meet you, Tessa. And don't worry about remembering names. It took me a full year here before I was remembering people past their face and powers. And actually, I was able to remember the names by associating the, with each specific mutant." It was a fun game she played sometimes. "For instance...let's use me as an example. I can walk through walls...makes me an exceptional sneak. Like a shadow. Hence....Shadowcat." She smiled softly. <br><br>A wicked gleam crossed dark gaze. "As for Michelle...." the feline stuck her tongue out at Kitty, which earned a wink "...well, I can't really help you there. I took her name, but she's still purrrrrfect in her own way." A few of the girls started laughing, Kitty's joke earning her a piece of popcorn flying her way, to hit her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 23:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/eabSVyZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Demetrius Bond | Hijack<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Hourglass</strong><br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking around, Running into Tess.<br><hr><br>Hijack's dark gaze swept over the small woman in front of him. One shoulder was exposed by the loose hanging sweater, her short dark hair was mussed, and unless he was seeing things thanks to sleep deprivation, there was a small reddened scar on her cheek, just peeking through the dark strands of hair. Part of him was curious, but he didn't give into the urge to ask or point it out, mutants like them often went through hell and then some before finding their way to the mansion, whose to say that scar on her cheek wasn't some kind of horrible reminder he didn't need to be bringing up. <br><br><em>"What? Oh... Yeah, I'm fine"</em><br><br>His lips twitched into a small smile, she seemed as distracted and lost as he felt on his worst days.<strong> " I stumbled upon you, so no worries."</strong> Hijack didn't know the girl Hourglass very well, or Tess as was her real name. But there was something oddly endearing about her. Maybe it was her shy, unsure personality, or the way she never quite met his gaze. But it pulled up an odd desire to be softer around her, rein in the asshole he knew damn well he could be. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he blinked as she inquired about the time. <strong>"nine-thirty, give or take.</strong>" He knew the precise time, he didn't even have to dig into his pocket to lift his phone. One of the many minor perks of being able to talk to machines, technology, whatever. <br><br>Not particularly useful, but it was what it was.<br><br><strong>" So, I'm thinking a not quite midnight snack sounds good. You up for joining?"</strong> Demetri knew damn well he wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, and without his favorite rainbow about to give him a boost, he was more or less stuck in insomnia hell. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 00:42:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hijack<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socializing <br><hr><br><em>"Nine-thirty?"</em> she thought to herself before rubbing her head a bit, causing her bangs to eventually fall back into place, hiding her scar. Had it really only been ten minutes? Maybe she stopped time without realizing at some point while she was wandering? She was beginning to get lost in her own thoughts again when Hijack spoke again, inviting her to get something to snack on with him. Tess was surprised by the invite, considering she and Demetrius never really hung out before. They had never really had much of a conversation before, outside of class. He was handsome and she did have a bit of a crush on him, but she was far too shy to say anything about it - Even if she could simply rewind and act like it never happened.<br><br><strong>"A snack?"</strong> she asked, thinking about it for only a second before nodding her head. She figured wandering alone around the halls, losing track of time fell far in comparison with grabbing a bite to eat with him. After all, she ought to keep herself from zoning out again. <strong>"A not-quite-midnight snack sounds good right about now,"</strong> she replied with a smile, amused by his wording so much that she used it herself. He could've easily just called it a snack, but a not-quite-midnight snack sounded far more appealing, somehow.<br><br><strong>"Um,"</strong> she began and looked around, biting her lower lip before speaking.<strong> "I have to admit... I have no idea where we are right now. Do you mind leading the way?"</strong> she asked, her freckled cheeks taking a pink hue in her minor embarrassment. <strong>"I'm still new, so... Don't really know the place all that well, yet." </strong>She tried to act like that was the only reason, hoping he wouldn't catch on or at least not mention it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 00:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>The tour had concluded and if there was one thing that Medusa had really gotten from it, it was one thing.&nbsp; This was nothing like the streets of Chicago and she was not going to be able to behave the same way that she'd been behaving for most of her life.&nbsp; Here there were rules, firmly laid down and enforced.&nbsp; She was expected to attend classes, something that she hadn't done since she was nine or ten, a fact that had been noticed by Charles and she wondered if that meant she'd be forced to endure extra classes to 'catch up' to where she should be.&nbsp; She was also, given her circumstances, told that she couldn't leave the campus unless it was approved by Charles and accompanied by a member of the staff.&nbsp; She had also been forced to register as a mutant against her will.&nbsp; And all of these things were backed by a fact that made her extremely upset.&nbsp; The fact that if she didn't follow these guidelines to the letter, she could very well find herself in the deepest darkest cell in some prison with a blackout visor over her eyes to ensure she couldn't look anyone in the face.<br><br>Given that she detested the idea of being locked in a small cell like that for the rest of her life, or at good chunk of it at any rate, she had agreed to come here with Xavier.&nbsp; The man seemed to be the good sort, not reading her mind despite the fact that she knew that he could.&nbsp; And she was glad of that too since she'd had more than a few snide thoughts about his wheelchair, among other things.&nbsp; After laying down the rules, she had been handing over to another student in the form of Salem Summers, who had directed the tour with her and a few others who were also new to the school, although most for far different reasons that her.&nbsp; Once the tour was concluded, she was directed towards the room that she would be staying in.&nbsp; There was only one thing about it that made her a bit concerned.&nbsp; She would have a roommate.<br><br>She had never really done well with roommates.&nbsp; She'd always done her best to ensure that she had some little bit of a personal bubble when she slept at night.&nbsp; The only person who she had ever broken that rule for had been Him and while she had enjoyed that, she was less sure that she would enjoy this.&nbsp; The fact that her roommate would absolutely be another girl was also something that weighed on her mind.&nbsp; She had never roomed with another girl before and had no idea how that would go.&nbsp; Would she like it?&nbsp; Would she hate it?&nbsp; What type of person would her roommate be?&nbsp; Would she be a street kid like Medusa was or would she be some girl from a good family who freaked out about her being a mutant or something else?&nbsp; She had none of these answers at this point and while not knowing what the future held was a common situation for her, it was still extremely unsettling for her and she hated being unsettled.<br><br>Medusa ended up standing outside of the door for a few minutes, staring at it.&nbsp; At one point she even wondered how far she might be able to get if she tried to run right now.&nbsp; Probably not very far.&nbsp; Charles would probably have some way to track her down and if the police didn't find her first, then one of his people, X-men they called themselves she'd learned, would find her and bring her right back here.&nbsp; And she was sure that Charles would be waiting with some other form of restriction to keep a better eye on her.&nbsp; No, running away wasn't an option this time.&nbsp; She was just going to have to find a way to deal with the situation that she was in and try to make the best of it.&nbsp; Then again, if she thought about it logically, she couldn't really complain too much.&nbsp; She wouldn't have to worry about a place to sleep or food in her stomach, which was a nice change of pace for her.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure how clothing worked, but she was sure someone would sort her out eventually.&nbsp; All in all, it wasn't a bad deal for someone that had spent her entire life scratching and clawing to survive.<br><br>So, with that in mind, she picked up her duffel bag that was full of what few possessions she had been allowed to bring with her, and reached for the doorknob.&nbsp; It twisted easily and when she pushed open the door, it opened soundlessly before she walked into the room.&nbsp; She immediately saw two beds in the room, which was a relief.&nbsp; For some strange reason, she had feared that there would only be one as odd as that seemed.&nbsp; Setting her bag down next to the one that looked like it was unoccupied, she then would turn her focus towards finding her roommate, forcing down her nerves as she braced herself against the unknown.......
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 07:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the main entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, &amp; OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is about to start the tour for new students at the mansion.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br><hr>Salem had handed out a few of the invitations to her tour over the last few days. But, most of the administrative work for these things were set up by other staff around the mansion. <br><br>She tried to do a tour once every two or three weeks. But it depended on how many new students were coming in, and how fast they were ready to be shown the entire school. Naturally, Salem’s tour avoided the sub basement facilities. The new students at the school didn’t need to know about cerebro, or the jet, or the state of the art medical facility. For some, those kinds of things were off-putting. No, this covered the dorms, the classrooms, the cafeteria, the library, and all the other places a regular student would need to know.<br><br>Salem had been waiting near the front Entrance were the natural start to the tour would begin. She had maps prepared to hand out to everyone, and though a few of them had already stayed a night or two, there was one girl who had only been there a few hours, and Salem had the key to that young ladies dorm in her jacket pocket. Cyclops wasn’t dressed professionally, but she had an adult air about her, and her sense of responsibility was keen in her choice of clothes. She had a pair of thick denim jeans, a leather riding jacket, and a white blouse underneath. She looked like she might have been ready for class, a fight, a motorcycle ride, or a day at the track to gamble on horse races. Her visor was about her face. She was starting to prefer to have the weapon on instead of the shields that were her sunglasses. The visor was sturdy, less likely to come off, and it was better protection for those around her if anything horrible were to happen.<br><br>Everyone had gathered, and she had seven new students to show around. All of them were familiar to her, but two of them stuck out, one for her beauty and her subversive attitude, the other for his infamy. Bobby and Abigail had required some reading the night before. Salem wasn’t exactly excited to deal with either of them over the next few years. But, she was prepared to do her best. She had been chatting with Denae, the newest student at the tour. She was practically in Salem’s left pocket. Scared younger women were drawn to Salem’s sense of control. Everything made sense to Cyclops, the young brunette felt comfortable at Salem’s side. And Salem herself didn’t much mind either.<br><br>The last few students had arrived and they were five minutes passed the expected time, so Salem figured it was time to get things going.<br><strong><br>“Alright.”</strong> She started with a general loud sound as politely as she could. <strong>“Hello everyone, and may I officially welcome you to Xavier’s school for the gifted. I’m sure a few of you have already been shown around a little bit, and I’m sure some of you have been welcomed already by some of the teachers and staff.” </strong>She was walking slowly back and forth in front of the younger kids as if she were preparing a battalion for war. Her tone was much brighter though, like a preschool teacher in way over her head.<br><br><strong>“Here are maps of the school so you can follow along as we go.”</strong> She handed the maps to Denae, and gestured to the rest of the group. <strong>“G’head, hand them out.”</strong> Her right hand girl was fast at work to accomplish the task, making sure everyone in the group got a map. <br><br><strong>“My name is Salem Summers...But, some... People call me Cyclops,” </strong>she pointed to her visor and smiled. <strong>“I do have two eyes behind this. My mutation affects my vision. So, I have to wear this goofy head wear to keep everyone safe.” - “I’ve been at this school for six years now, and I’m happy to call it home. Some of you may have been forced to come here, held her against your will. Just know that although this place is not unlike a prison now. I chose to come here long ago. And I would choose to stay here now.”</strong><br><br><strong>“So.” </strong>Salem had tried to show a bit of herself, show a bit of her feelings on the school, and the world as a whole with her introduction. It had taken a lot of rehearsal just to get through it, and she grinned happily, proud of herself for doing it without so much as stuttering or having to pause. <strong>“Does anyone have any questions before we get started?”</strong><br><br>Cyclops’ ruby gaze went from left to right over the crows to see if anyone was hiding a small hand by their chin or an eye roll behind a turned face. She wouldn’t bring attention to anyone who’d already lost interest, but she would try to remember to disengage a bit when speaking to them. Social cues were coming on slowly, but she had to focus hard to get all of them right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 18:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate<br><hr><br>The email had been pretty short and sweet, from one of the administrators (she had honestly forgotten who). As a way to help integrate new students into the school, and to help blah blah blah....<br><br>Basically, it had come down pretty simple. Kitty was getting a new roommate.<br><br>It wouldn't have been her first one. Kitty had been at Xavier's School for four years, after all. Of course, there was always the trepidation...whether the new roommate would be cool, or a complete tool. Still, Kitty had one thing going for her...she was always chill with new people until they acted crazy. Then she either brushed them off, or hated them. And one thing could be said about a girl who could walk through walls...she could play some pretty harsh pranks on people she hated.<br><br>None of that really came to mind, though. Having finished her last class of the day...really a personal training session...she decided it was best to head back to the room. She knew that the new girl would be there soon, if she wasn't already. Of course, she was figuring it would be a girl...Xavier's didn't really allow unisex dorm rooms. The name in the email also suggested it...though she didn't know much more about the girl. Medusa...an interesting name. <br><br>Towel wrapped around her bare shoulders, and dressed in her workout clothes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1fDwBLFXXXXcoXVXXq6xXFXXXx/woman-fitness-sports-training-shorts-dry-font-b-female-b-font-stretch-running-short-pants-sexy.jpg), Kitty just opened the door, not yet sure if her new roommate would be here yet or not. So seeing the blonde standing in the room looking around. There were a couple,of things Kitty noticed right away...the first of which being that the girl...Medusa...seemed completely out of her element. <em>Heres hoping this one doesn't flip her shit one me</em> was the first thought that came to mind, remembering the hallway incident. She smiled a friendly smile and nodded to the woman, moving to drop her towel onto her bed. <br><br>"Hey...you must be Medusa. I'm Kitty...pleasure to meet you." It was important to take a first step, instead of being two people sniffing each other out. So Kitty stepped forward, and offered her gloved hand in greeting. "Sorry I'm not all dressed up...was just down at the gym. Hope I don't stink too bad." Her grin widened, showing she was joking...sort of. After all, Kitty DID believe in personal hygiene quite vehemently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 02:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn02.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2015/12/ashley-benson-bday-wishes-from-pll-cast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, near the main entrance.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911), Bobby (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12977312#msg12977312), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> About to receive a tour of her new home.<br><hr><br>This had already been a long day for Abigail, better known to those that knew her as Medusa.&nbsp; First, she'd been woken up at dawn and taken out of the cell that had been her home in the jail for the last few weeks.&nbsp; From there, she was given back her street clothes and then taken to meet Xavier and someone else, honestly she hadn't been paying attention to who.&nbsp; From there, she'd been brought to the Mansion, or Xavier's School for the Gifted as it was referred to.&nbsp; Finally, she'd had to sit through a long and tedious lecture that went over the rules of the school and the new rules that applied to her.&nbsp; In short, those rules made it clear that she was as much a prisoner here than she was in actual prison.&nbsp; Only the fact that she did have some measure of freedom and it was far nicer than a cell stopped her from opening her mouth and giving him grief.&nbsp; She had hoped that that would be the end of it for today and she'd be given a place to clean up and rest, but that thought was blown out of the water when she was informed that she would be part of a tour of the Mansion before being shown to her room.<br><br>She didn't want the tour, at least not right now.&nbsp; She'd rather just be allowed to explore and find things on her own, but that wasn't going to happen.&nbsp; Instead, she found herself standing on the outskirts of a small group of kids, most of them teens or a bit younger and most of them looked a bit nervous.&nbsp; A couple of them looked at her and, seeing that she was a bit older, seemed to think about approaching her as if to see if she would make them feel better.&nbsp; But the complete lack of interest that she showed in this whole situation persuaded them not to do it, which was good because she'd already been warned against paralyzing anyone and would've been in deep trouble if she couldn't help herself, which she wasn't entirely sure she would've been able to.&nbsp; With that bored expression on her face, she looked over at the girl that was supposed to be giving the tour as she started to speak.<br><br>As Salem, as she would reveal was her name, spoke, Abigail attempted to figure her out.&nbsp; She had a very by the book air to her in Abigail's opinion.&nbsp; And she clearly had earned some trust from Xavier if she was handling the tour like this.&nbsp; Her words also had the air of being heavily rehearsed, something that made her want to smirk slightly, but she didn't, instead maintaining the slightly bored expression that was on her face despite listening carefully to what Salem was saying.&nbsp; When the end of the little monologue came, it was clear that Salem was proud of the fact that she'd been able to get through it, which only confirmed how heavily it was rehearsed.&nbsp; When she asked if she had any questions, Abigail's eyes followed where she assumed that the girl was looking behind that visor and as she did, she felt an electric shock of fear surge through her body when she realized that she recognized one of the other 'students' in the tour group.<br><br>It was Snapdragon.&nbsp; She had never met the guy, but his reputation and face was well known to anyone that grew up on the streets.&nbsp; He was like the boogeyman to them, a figure that existed just outside of their world, but at any time could come crashing in and destroy anything he wanted.&nbsp; She'd seen his handiwork once when she was young and it had left her sick to her stomach and afraid of that ever happening to her.&nbsp; That fear had intensified when her boyfriend had been captured and she was left alone and feeling very vulnerable.&nbsp; When he'd finally been taken in, it had been a huge weight off of her and she thought that she'd never hear his name again except in old stories or when laughing about how lucky they had been to survive when he could've shown up and taken their lives as easily as he'd taken an unbelievable number of them.&nbsp; But now, now he was standing not ten feet away from her.<br><br>She felt her heart starting to pound in her chest as panic started to well up inside her, but she crushed it down as hard as she could.&nbsp; If he was here, then there had to be a reason.&nbsp; Charles couldn't be crazy enough to bring a psychotic killer to his school if that was a risk.&nbsp; But then again, he had brought her here and of course her boyfriend was here, so it seemed that the man had a tendency to bring in mutants who got in trouble.&nbsp; But she had to believe that this was safe.&nbsp; Doing what she could to not pay attention to Snapdragon, she tried to put her focus back on Salem and the tour, now wanting it to be over as quickly as possible, if only to get as far away from Snapdragon as humanly possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 02:33:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>Medusa frowned for a moment as she looked around the empty room.&nbsp; It was clear that someone else lived in here, but whoever it was wasn't here at the moment.&nbsp; She supposed that she should be grateful for that since it would give her a chance to really look around.&nbsp; But, of course, as soon as she had that thought, the door behind her opened and when she turned to look, she saw a dark haired young women who was clearly coming back from the gym.&nbsp; Either that, or she just really liked wearing tight gym clothes around, Medusa wasn't really going to judge.&nbsp; She took an instinctive step back as the two girls looked at each other for a moment, Medusa deciding to let the other girl make the first move since she had been here longer and this was technically her territory for now.<br><br>And make the first move the girl did as she was clearly trying to be friendly, offering her name and her hand as well.&nbsp; She even cracked a small joke that caused Medusa's lips to quirk upward just a little bit before they settled back down into a more neutral expression as she took the situation in.&nbsp; She could ignore the hand, but if she did that would create a bunch of unneeded tension and while she was fine with that on the streets where she could disappear without much difficulty, it would make this particular situation, which she couldn't get away from, much much more complicated.&nbsp; And besides, Kitty seemed like a nice sort for now and Medusa was reminded that she did have to get along in order to get along around here.<br><br>That in mind, she reached out and took the offered hand for a brief, but firm, handshake before letting it go.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Abigail,"</strong> she said, <strong>"But everyone just calls me Medusa most of the time."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly, knowing that that would cause a few questions since that wasn't a typical nickname for a person to have.&nbsp; <strong>"And don't worry, you smell fine as far as I can tell,"</strong> she said, <strong>"The gym, huh?&nbsp; I can't say that I've ever been to one.&nbsp; Not to work out, at least."</strong>&nbsp; A quickly look would allow Kitty to notice that Medusa was a very lean girl who didn't seem to have a lot of meat on her frame, a side effect of spending most of her life on the streets where food was sometimes a bit on the scarce side.<br><br>Deciding that it felt awkward to be standing there a few feet from each other like that, Medusa went and sat down on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs comfortably and leaning back on her elbows, a hint if midriff revealing itself as her shirt rode upwards just a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"So how long had you been here?"</strong> she asked, trying to avoid things getting awkward even if she wasn't overly concerned about the answer, <strong>"And how'd you end up here?&nbsp; Did you come voluntarily, or were you brought here?"</strong>&nbsp; Admittedly, she was basically asking for the girl's story, but that was what street kids did, or at least that's what her street kids had done.&nbsp; It was how they figured out if someone could be trusted or not.&nbsp; After all, if you couldn't tell the truth about your past, then what could you tell the truth about?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 19:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hTgT6T8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, 2017, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura wants nothing to do with crazy Gabe and sergeant Bishop, so she attempts to follow Rahne<br><hr><br>Aggressively facing down four boys as Rahne crawled on the ground behind her, Laura watched carefully as one of them bolted, carefully skirting widely past the Scot as they lost their bravery, and then there were three. Another, Markus Markle, a pathetic crumpled ball on the floor, had the stones to yell tauntingly at her. She saw right through him, though; When she had been raised in captivity, her handlers had had plenty of fun taunting her, stabbing her with long, sharp objects, wanting to send her into a frenzy. Markle was no deranged lab assistant, though, and all he could earn from her was a low growl. <br><br>Gabriel, however, was a problem. He screamed back at her, telling her that Markus was his to deal with, and Laura could only scrunch her nose in confusion. At least now she knew that Gabriel was not one of the ones antagonizing Rahne, but... <strong>"And people think <em>I'm</em> the one who can't control myself,"</strong> she grumbled lowly, claws slowly retracting back into her hands. The situation was getting messy, and she could sense Rahne behind her, crawling towards the hallway to escape the chaos. But just before she could turn and follow, Bishop entered the room, and his booming voice demanded that everyone hit the deck. He passed a hostile glance over Laura, standing on the table, before assessing the greater threat in Gabriel, charging at him and tackling him to the ground. <br><br>Despite Bishop's warnings, backed by his powerful tone as well as his authority in the school, Laura ignored him. He was busy engaging Gabriel, and Laura wasn't in the mood to fight, so much as she was in the mood to help her friend. Athletic shoes lightly hit the ground, and she trailed after Rahne, giving a threatening look to the lone standing bully left in the room, shouldering aggressively through his personal space without consideration. <strong>"Rahney, lemme help you, come back!"</strong> Laura swept a mess of black hair out of her eyes as she intended to make for the hallway, away from the fighting and whatever unfit punishment Bishop might deem to give her for her minor crime of caring about a friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 21:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>Bobby wasn't sure how to act in a group environment. He stuck right at the outside and avoided eye contact. The fact nobody had recoiled from him was clear. He kept his eyes half on the girl leading it. She seemed nice, but the type to dislike and distrust him. Not that he'd ever blame anyone for that. How could he.<br><br>Then the girl leading the group handed the maps to her younger friend. When the girl reached Bobby and looked at him he felt the fear. It was all over her face and body, her arm seemed to shake as she held up the map. He reached out slowly, and gently. He knew how people felt and did his utmost to avoid causing a scene. Luckily he took the map and she seemed to breath a sigh of relief. <br><br><strong>"Thank you"</strong><br><br>Bobby had not learnt manners throughout most of his life, but nowadays he tried to be polite where he could. He had to do something to try improving his public image. When Salem, or 'Cyclops' continued on he had to bite his tongue. Speaking of prison without experiencing it frustrated him. She clearly had no idea what a place like Riker's was like. Or what being forced into a life you didn't want was like. He kept paying attention, and didn't roll his eyes or show his disapproval of her comments. He knew they were meant well, and probably did help a few of the students. Just not the ones who'd experienced prison like he had. <br><br>He had noticed another girl looking at him with a distinct expression on her face. Fear, and possibly even hatred. With the way he perceived events so slowly he could hear her heart beats easily. Reading emotions was no problem when each change lasted a hundred times as long as it would for others. She had the look of someone who'd been on the streets about her. It was hard to perceive for others, but anyone who'd been there could see it. Nothing he could do to fix it though, if he approached he'd just be pushed away. So he kept quiet and paid attention to the tour.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 01:54:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate<br><hr><br>Kitty didn't want to be "that" kind of roommate. You know the type...super-friendly to the point of seeming fake. Bubbly and offering the world to the point of seeming desperate. None of that was really her style. In a way, this meeting was like two dogs sniffing each other out, and the thought brought a small smile to her lips. At least Medusa seemed pretty chill. <br><br>"Me? I've been here since I was 14. I'm 18 now....so about 4 years. As for being willing or not...that's really subjective around here, isn't it?" She couldn't help a smirk from crossing her lips as she settled down on her own bed. Bending over, she unlaced her shoes, slipping them and socks off before sitting up, her legs curling up under her. "My powers came through when I was 13. My parents didn't know how to handle it. So...it came between sending their only child to jail, or here. I got lucky...had it been expensive to come here, I'd probably be in a camp." <br><br>There was a bit of tenseness in her words. Kitty hadn't spoken much t her parents since coming to Xavier's. The few times she did, she always felt awkward...as if her parents didn't really know how to breech the subject of her being a mutant. Still, she was thankful to be here and not in Rikers. Kitty was well aware of the fact that she was lucky in that fact. Now if only the rest of the country would stop locking up people like her and !edusa, things wouldn't be perfect.<br><br>The room itself was nicely decorated. A picture of Kitty's family sat upon a bedside table, hidden behind clothes and electronics. Her side of the room had a few posters up...bands ranging from Marley to Metallica, and even a few broadway shows. It was obvious that Kitty had made herself at home in the room. However, she had wanted Medusa to get comfortable as well. Not wanting to push too much too soon, she looked to the bag near the blonde, before looking back to Medusa. "Hey...I don't mean to pry, but did you have any other stuff with you? Your bag isn't really big." She seemed to pause, and held up a hand. "Not that it's any of my business....you can tell me to back off. I was just gonna offer to help you get some stuff if you need it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 03:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>Medusa listened as Kitty talked about what had happened to have her end up here.&nbsp; It must've been nice to have parents that cared about you at one point, she mused.&nbsp; But then again, given that her parents had apparently freaked out over her being a mutant and their choices, in their mind, having been between jail and here, she doubted that Kitty still saw it that way.&nbsp; At least, Medusa wouldn't have if it had been her.&nbsp; So in a way, it was probably to her benefit that she'd never had to lose a loved one because her powers had developed.&nbsp; In fact, she'd only ever lost a loved one once and that was because he had allowed himself to be caught in order to protect her, a thing that she still struggled with from time to time, even more now that she was here.<br><br>She watched as Kitty settled onto her own bed and Medusa shifted slightly so that they were facing each other.&nbsp; So far, so good, she thought to herself.&nbsp; She wasn't really the friendly type, but Kitty seemed nice enough and didn't seem overly nice like she was trying to be all buddy-buddy or looking for something.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious that she was seeing things the same way that Medusa was.&nbsp; They were roommates and they would have to at least get along if nothing else.&nbsp; So they were both doing things to make that happen, which was good for them both.&nbsp; While they were quiet, Medusa noticed the posters and pictures and other things, showing that Kitty had been here for a while and had gotten very comfortable.<br><br>Then the topic of stuff came up and Medusa smiled lightly and chuckled a bit as Kitty seemed to be trying to bounce between being helpful and trying not to pry too much.&nbsp; <strong>"It's fine, really,"</strong> she said lightly, <strong>"Truth is I've never really had a whole lot.&nbsp; I grew up on the streets, so usually all I was really concerned about was having a set of clothes on my back and food in my stomach."</strong>&nbsp; She watched Kitty, curious to see how she'd react to having a street kid as a roommate.&nbsp; Some people, she knew, wouldn't really care as there were alot of mutants like her who were on the streets for one reason or another.&nbsp; But others, and she knew some of those were probably around here, viewed them with contempt and she wondered which one of those Kitty would be.&nbsp; She did hope that it was the former since she kinda liked Kitty so far and hoped it would stay that way.<br><br><strong>"As far as actually getting stuff, I might actually need the help,"</strong> she said as she sort of hung her head a bit, hiding her eyes behind her hair, <strong>"Due to my circumstances, I'm not allowed to leave the grounds without an escort from one of the teachers or other 'trusted adults'."</strong>&nbsp; She made air quotes with her fingers around the last part.&nbsp; She knew that this statement would invite questions on why she wasn't allowed to leave the school, but it was what it was.&nbsp; If Kitty didn't ask, then she wouldn't talk about it for now, but she had a feeling that she'd be asked.&nbsp; After all, she would want to know why her roommate had such strict guidelines, so she couldn't imagine that Kitty wouldn't want the same thing.&nbsp; So she stayed quiet for the moment as she allowed Kitty to decide for herself if she wanted to ask or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 06:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/kLXamAT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Corridor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande &amp; Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reflecting - Observation - Stopping the confrontation<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Ororo preferred to spend her time observing the students. Teaching, mentoring, and lending an ear whenever anyone needed it. Training and having long talks with Xavier was one of her many hobbies that she would routine into her day to day schedule. Breaking up fights? Well, that was a whole issue on its own. She could understand the troubled students, the ones that were outcasted - even as mutants. Despite her background in royalty - despite her looks and incredible power, she wasn't always pampered. In fact - being pampered wasn't something she enjoyed too much. Ororo spent most of her child hood as an Urchin. A young thief, peddler, and mischief. If it wasn't for the X-Men she would've never found herself doing anything too different.<br><br>During this reflection on her life, she ran into what seemed to be an unfortunate situation between two young women. A deep sigh escaped her lips, this wasn't the way she wanted to start her day. This wasn't what she wanted to have to deal with. Thankfully, Xavier was there(in theory), intervening the best way he knew how. The statuesque woman walked in elegantly, crossing her arms in disappointment. <br><br><strong>"Thank you, Professor. You're always around at the right time."</strong> she whispered to herself, her voice having a sort of stern - but calming tone to it. No one else could've done what he did - it had to have been him who intervened. It was displaced from the scene - in general, but still around. Ororo walked towards the girls, standing tall and in charge. The aura around her commanded attention. Fighting, arguing - for whatever reason, was just apart of life. But as mutants, she always hoped there would be some common ground. <br><br>With everything happening the way that it was, she hoped the students would cease childish ways to handle difficult situations. <strong>"I'm not sure what you two are arguing about, but it needs to stop - Now."</strong> her eyes were cold. <strong>"Someone needs to explain. And not at the same time"</strong> Ororo asked, her voice more gentle with the old man. Either way, she was going to get to the root and probably do some canceling with one of them - especially Kitty. Kitty should know better.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 20:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate<br><hr><br>Kitty wasn't the type to judge someone's background. Where they grew up didn't always define who they were....it was how they handled their situation that did. A lot of times a mutant in Medusa's shoes could have ended up in Rikers, or been plucked up by the Brotherhood. That she was here spoke a lot more about her than the fact she was from the streets. And so when it came up, Kitty only nodded. "Well....we seem almost the same size. So if you want, my closet's open to ya until ya get some more of your own stuff." <br><br>The attention-getter was the mention of Medusa's "situation". Being told her roommate couldn't go out without adult supervision was something she hadn't been expecting. A brow rose gently at that, her head tilting gently. "Alright....so umm...don't get the wrong impression. We all got our secrets, right? And if you don't wanna talk about it, I ain't gonna push. I am curious about what caused you to need supervision to leave, though. And since we are gonna be rooming together for the foreseeable future, I think some trust is needed between us, right?" Unfolding her legs, she would stand up, and make her way to the small desk in the corner of the room. Opening her laptop, she would look over to Medusa. "In the meantime....Amazon is a great website to order shit off of."<br><br>Kitty was doing her best to make sure that Medusa was comfortable around her. She was very curious as to what had happened that would cause a seemingly easy-going mutant like her roommate to need supervision for just leaving the grounds. Was it a newer rule imposed by the government? Or was something specific going on with Medusa that Kitty wasn't yet aware of?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 20:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande <br><strong>Content:</strong> Ouch<br><hr><br>Kitty was actually glad...in more ways than one...that it was Ororo that had come to deal with the situation. Taking a deep breath, her head shook, an attempt to clear out the residual of Yolande's scream in her head. Her head was still hurting from the psychic attack...and probably would for a while. Still, she tried to show that it wasn't as bad as it really felt.<br><br>Giving a moment for Storm to speak, she finally spoke up, deciding that not sugar-coating things was the best idea. "Sorry, Ororo. The new girl here....I guess she got into it with Heather, and got pissed off, ended up breaking the wall. I came by to try and calm her down, and she got angry with me for...I guess...speaking to her. It looked like...for a moment...that she was gonna hit Justin and Heather, so I tried to stop her by attempting to trip her. I failed, and she screamed in my head. Next thing I know...she froze. And here you are."<br><br>There was probably more going on than that, but Kitty wasn't quite sure what it was. She didn't know the argument between Yolande and Heather. But she wasn't about to downplay her role in what had happened. She merely stated the facts that she knew, hoping that it was enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 23:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> The meeting with Ambassador Smith for Jean Grey's project proposal<br><hr><br>Jean used her telekinesis to pick up the folders from the desk and place them on her lap. Perhaps she was showing off a bit, but it was important to her that she came from a place where powers could be used beneficially when controlled properly. There was definitely a convenience to them. Also, she wanted to present powers as a normal part of mutants’ lives, not just something to whip out in a fight for destructive purposes only. It was a bit nerve-wracking but Jean held herself completely in control. She had to make sure that the right words made it back to the government. <br><br><strong>“Thank you, Salem.”</strong> Jean replied in reply to her offer and for a quick moment, she sensed her nerves. It was understandable. Salem had always strived to be the perfect student. But there was something else there in her mind. Still, because Jean had purposely dampened her own telepathy for this meeting, she only had her intuition as a guide. Salem was always reserved—actually, she was painfully guarded most times, so at times even Jean could not tell what she was thinking. Naturally, she had no idea that Salem seemed to have a crush on David and that it was adding to the girl’s anxiousness this morning. <br><br><strong>“As you know, despite our previous efforts there is still a negative connotation to the word ‘mutant’ borne out of ignorance. I want to help broaden people’s perspective on mutants and what we can do to benefit all society.”</strong> Jean started, <strong>“To that end, I began brainstorming ideas on how to help and came up with what I’ve been calling the ‘Mutant Outreach Program’. Some of our students have wonderful gifts that are being honed every day in this school. The goal of our education is not just for them to learn control of their powers, but also using them responsibly for the benefit of all, mutant and human.”</strong> She said as she handed Ambassador Smith some dossiers on a handful of students and their abilities. They had been hand selected because of either their control, their grades and/or both. <br><br>Jean continued, <strong>“The main focus of this program would be to have sanctioned good-will outings where our students can help our society with their powers. It would help the people know that our powers aren’t an abomination, but a gift that can be used for good. We have healers that can help in hospitals, or students with super strength that can help rebuild housing for people who have lost their homes in natural disasters or even attacks by rogue mutants—should that be the case.”</strong> She explained, <strong>“Of course, the publicity will help the school, but it will also show any mutant that is afraid to come forward that they can rise up to better themselves and those around them, rather than feeling like they have no choice but to join Magneto’s Brotherhood.”</strong> She could tell she was talking a lot, but it was important to her to really sell this. <br><br><strong>“You see the well outside?”</strong> She motioned to the window, <strong>“What would have taken days to complete, Salem here drilled the hole with her powers in a matter of minutes.”</strong> This was the reason she chose the parlor for this particular meeting. She had already explained how Salem was one of the top students academically, and now she was using her as an example of when powers are focused towards something practical and useful for all. She paused a moment to let the Ambassador speak in case she wanted to ask any questions, or if David wanted to add something to her initial pitch.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 03:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>Medusa's eyes drifted to the closet door when Kitty mentioned she was allowed to borrow clothing until she got more of her own.&nbsp; The offer was well received and she knew that she would go ahead and use that for a bit, at least just to see what sort of clothing Kitty had outside of work-out clothes.&nbsp; But then the question was asked, the one that she knew was coming when she had mentioned that she wasn't allowed to leave at all without an escort.&nbsp; It was probably not very common around here and anyone would want to know.&nbsp; And Medusa was left with the question of how she wanted to handle it.&nbsp; She could lie about it and make up some story, but Kitty would eventually find out the truth, she knew.&nbsp; She could ignore or deflect the question, but that still meant that sooner or later, Kitty would find out and it might not come from her if that happened.&nbsp; No, it was better if Medusa just told her and let Kitty decide how she wanted to feel for herself.<br><br><strong>"I was arrested,"</strong> she said honestly, <strong>"And if not for Charles stepping in, I'd be sitting in a prison cell right now with black-out lenses over my eyes to ensure that I couldn't use my powers on the guards."</strong>&nbsp; She paused for a moment as she moved to stand behind Kitty and looked at the screen.&nbsp; She had never really done much on the internet, so Kitty would have to teach her how to figure stuff out.&nbsp; <strong>"One of my powers is that I can paralyze someone by looking them in the eye,"</strong> she said, <strong>"It only last a couple of hours, but it worked really well for my hustle.&nbsp; I would......I would pretend to be a prostitute and let men pick me up.&nbsp; Once we got to the hotel or whatever, I'd paralyze them and take their money.&nbsp; It was a pretty good trick because the men couldn't exactly go to the police and tell them that a hooker stole their money when they tried to pick them up.&nbsp; Then I got caught and here I am."</strong><br><br>She fell silent as she looked at Kitty, trying to gauge her reaction.&nbsp; It wasn't every day that your new roommate admitted to using prostitution as a hustle to survive.&nbsp; Of course, she hadn't let any of those guys touch her or anything, but still, to some girls just the idea of repulsive.&nbsp; She hoped that Kitty wouldn't look down on her.&nbsp; After all, you never knew how far you'd be willing to go when you needed to find a way to survive.&nbsp; Then it hit her when she realized something else.&nbsp; <strong>"So, ummmm,"</strong> she started, unsure how to approach this, <strong>"How do the kids around here get money?&nbsp; I have a little left that wasn't taken, but if I have to pay for alot of stuff, then it's not going to last me long.&nbsp; Do we, like, get an allowance or are there jobs or something?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 03:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the roommate<br><hr><br>Kitty had asked the question with pretty much an open mind. Somehow she had a feeling that it would,have to do with something along the lines of surviving on the street. She had hoped it wasn't anything violent or anything too heartbreaking. After all, Kitty was well aware of the fact that some people on the street tended to have rather horrifying stories that could chill even the coldest person.<br><br>It wasn't that bad. Prostitution wasn't something Kitty had ever done, but she knew she had been lucky. A lot of mutants fell to it...and at least Medusa had gotten away with not having to go all the way. A small nod was made, and she gave the slightest wince. "That's rough...I'm sorry you had to go through that. But at least you aren't in jail...though, full disclosure, sometimes this place feels like a prison. <em>Like with Yolande's arrival</em> came the immediate thought. <br><br>"As for money...a lot of mutants around here pick up little odd jobs around the grounds. I'm sure one of the teachers can help you find something. I guess I'm kind of lucky...I get a small allowance from my parents, and I'm also training to be on the X-men team. Don't know if it pays...but it helps out, yanno?" She smiled softly, hoping it didn't seem like she was bragging. Kitty was proud of her position, and was proud that she was able to help out other mutants that were being prosecuted. <br><br>"However, the basics are pretty much covered. You got a bed, edible food, and now a closet of clothes at your disposal!" She grinned at that, even winking. "Just don't take my underwear, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 04:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>Medusa found herself releasing a breath that she didn't realize she was holding.&nbsp; Sure, she barely knew Kitty at this point, but she knew that alot of people would have looked down at her for how she survived on the streets.&nbsp; But Kitty seemed to take it in stride and didn't really pushed the issue too much.&nbsp; She even managed to make Medusa chuckle a bit when she pointed out that sometimes this place could feel like a prison itself.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, a prison with a pool, basketball court, and really nice rooms.&nbsp; Honestly, I think that I'm gonna learn to like it here once I get used to the idea of going to bed and waking up in the same place every night.&nbsp; That'll take a little while."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly as she realized that she was going to have to get used to a lot of things now.&nbsp; But oddly, it didn't seem quite as daunting as before given that her and Kitty seemed to be getting on fine.<br><br>When the topic turned to money, she nodded.&nbsp; In reality, she had a pretty good stash tucked away back in Chicago, but there was no way for her to get it.&nbsp; She was stuck her in upstate New York and had no way of contacting anyone back home.&nbsp; Not that she really trusted the people she might've contacted to actually take their cut and then send on the rest.&nbsp; No, they would've kept the entire pot without question.&nbsp; So until she could find a reliable way to get her money, she was stuck.&nbsp; <strong>"I guess I'll have to ask,"</strong> she noted, <strong>"After all, there are some really cute outfits on here that I might like.&nbsp; Not to mention it'll eventually get old having to borrow your clothes.&nbsp; I do hope you have something less revealing than your gym outfits."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled as she gently tugged on the strap of the girl's top playfully.<br><br>Just a moment later, Kitty made the comment about not taking her underwear and a slight blush appeared on Medusa's face.&nbsp; She wouldn't even have thought of doing something like that.&nbsp; That was a bit gross to wear someone else's underwear.&nbsp; However, she saw the wink and decided to take the joke in stride before deciding to go ahead and fire one back.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh but what if I think you have cute underwear?"</strong> she asked playfully, <strong>"Maybe a nice thong or something?&nbsp; You are a thong girl, aren't you?&nbsp; Or perhaps boyshorts?&nbsp; Certainly not granny panties, right?"</strong>&nbsp; She winked back as she moved back to her bed and flopped down on it.&nbsp; The bed was actually extremely comfortable and she had a feeling that she'd fall asleep quickly when the time came.&nbsp; But before she did, she shifted slightly to look at Kitty.<br><br><strong>"So you know what I can do,"</strong> she said, <strong>"What's your trick?&nbsp; I mean, your mutation.&nbsp; Or however you all refer to it around here."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled slightly as she grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her arm to help prop her up.&nbsp; It was definitely a surprise that she was getting along with Kitty so well so far and she hoped to keep that going.&nbsp; Even if they didn't end up being best friends or something, it was always much better to get along with your roommate, that much she knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 11:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallways<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 11:00 am&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande, Ororo, Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather and Justin separate. Heather keeps her distance. When Ororo arrives, she tries to take the blame for everything after Kitty.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br><hr>And then, Heather truly understood what the loss of control meant. Yolande’s reaction to a regular conversation was tragically non-social. Her reaction to being actually attacked was horrifying. When Heather and Justin peeked around their barriers to watch what was left of the event in front of them, they ended up just seeing Yolande standing motionless. Heather had heard Kitty’s scream, but she was too scared to really move. Justin understood Heather a little bit, and knew that she was probably in a state of non-function. So he helped the girl back to the bench by the wall. Heather stepped with him, but she refused to sit down.<br><br>Heather was starting to see something truly powerful. Someone had frozen Yolande in place, as if the world was a computer game, and Yolande was glitching out. Justin was more scared then Heather. So, as the girl with the rainbow hair tried to walk passed him, he didn’t provide much resistance. <br><br>Kitty had stopped screaming, and Heather didn’t even know why she had started, she was taking very careful steps back toward the situation. Justin opted to sit down. He had a feeling everything was going to be ok. Just as Heather was about to say something, the powerful presence of Storm came down the hallway as if she had sensed the disturbance among the students. Suddenly, Heather felt like she was about to get into trouble.<br><br>But she had that feeling alot, and usually it was fun. This time it was different, so she just tried to stay quiet. Her feet stopped carrying her toward Yolande, instead she paid her full attention to the big powerful goddess that entered the situation. Kitty took the first turn trying to explain what had happened. And Heather politely waited for the explanation to end.<br><br>Then she added her side. <strong>“I did it.”</strong> Heather put her hand up in the air like she was in class. But instead of waiting to be called on, she just started going, hoping that no one would interrupt her. <strong>“It’s my fault. I started it.”</strong> Her eyes were cast downward, racked with guilt that only partially belonged to her. She tried to look up at Storm, but the woman was intimidating over her. <strong>“I was teasing Yolande… And I called her a bitch.”</strong> Heather was trying to take the fall. She liked taking the fall, it was easier than making enemies and it usually got her out of class for a while. This was a bigger situation than usual though. Still she couldn’t stop herself. <strong>“And, I…”</strong> She was starting to realize that she hadn’t done anything too terrible.<br><br>The friends she had been with were close enough to hear now, the circle she’d left to first talk to Yolande. They were giggling amongst each other. But, they hadn’t been in the middle of it. It had been very scary for Heather. <strong>“I provoked her. It was mean…”</strong><br><br>She was only half right. Heather’s memory of the event was already starting to twist on her. She could barely recall any of the nice things she’d said to Yolande before everything had blown up. Her eyes looked wet, and her bottom lip was between her teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 12:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the main entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, &amp; OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem answers the question of a girl named 'Harms'. Salem continues the tour after the short question answering period and starts to take everyone up the stairs. As she ascends the stairs, she starts to splurge about the history of the mansion.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br><strong> THE MAP:</strong> Map of Xavier's mansion (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/3/33/X-Men_Annual_Vol_2_1_Inside_The_Xmansion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100117204841) See Sun Wukong for any clarifications or confusions regarding this image and the game's mansion.<br><hr>For a few moments after Salem asked if anyone had any questions, one girl raised her hand, a brunette that was sort of hiding in the back, she had almost reptilian eyes. Salem was a bit unnerved for their first moment looking at each other. The eyes had been unexpected. But the most amazing part was the immediate understanding she could see behind those eyes. Salem pointed to the girl and said, <strong>“yes? Your name, too if you want...”</strong><br><br>The girl with the reptillian eyes paused for a second, the small fencing match of a conversation was a bit awkward in the still air of the halted tour. <strong>“I’m Harms. I wanted to ask how long is this going to take?”</strong> The girl’s subversive tongue was immediately off putting. Salem wasn’t expecting the girl’s heavy California accent to come from her modest and reclusive body language before.<br><br>Salem couldn’t stop a sneer from creeping over the corner of her mouth. She was disappointed in that question, and it irritated her that it was the first one some one asked. A couple kids snickered, sharing the questioners distaste for the tour itself. The map existed, what was the tour for?<br><br>But a few other kids didn’t take so kindly to the idea of having their tour cut short. Denae, Salem’s designated assistant seemed to give the stink eye that Salem’s visor didn’t allow her to give. Behind her visor, Salem had made special notice of Medusa and Snapdragon. Each of them had some pretty magnificent abilities. It was odd, Salem had expected each of them to act differently than they were acting. In the tour-group, they were the two most high profile mutants. Salem had done some homework on everyone. And the two most unexpected reactions were from Bobby and Denae. Abigail was hard to read, both on paper and in person. Salem had expected her to be easier to read during the tour. So far, she’d been dead wrong about that. She knew that Harms’ full name was Harmony. Asking people their names was a good practice she’d tried to adopt over the last year or so. Presuming to know someone’s name was almost always rude. Further, Salem knew full well that Abigail and Bobby were of the most interest at the moment.<br><br><strong>“I’m not required to show you anything, really. So it’s as long as you want it to be Harms. But, it should take about thirty minutes if you stick around till the end.” </strong><br><br>Harms shrugged and rolled her eyes, but she didn’t leave yet. Salem shook her head to the left once and exhaled through her nose. Her shoulders shrugged backwards as if she were trying to shake something off of them. <strong>“Any other questions? Anyone? ...”</strong> Her polite nature was unwavering. Harms’ question hadn’t been too bad, it could have certainly been much worse. <strong>"Ok!"</strong><br><br>No one else seemed to have anything to ask their tour guide, so Salem waved her hand and started moving. <strong>“This way.”</strong> Salem made her way to the second story of the mansion toward the dorms. The ascent up the staircase was a magical one for the first time, <em>‘at least it had been for me.’ </em>Salem looked to her right to see Denae in awe just as she had been when she was 16 in the same spot. <em>‘I like this girl.’</em> Denae had a lot of growing up to do, and Salem saw a lot of herself in the youngster. <br><br><strong>“We’re headed up the dorm area. I like to start at the top so that we’re working our way down into more and more important things. We’ll check out a vacant room, and we’ll get a look at the study halls.” </strong>She was still walking up stairs. <strong>“Almost every dorm has bathrooms, but we have shared-student restrooms and showers as well for the few dorms that don’t. And though they might be shared...They are very private. I won’t bring the tour into the bathrooms of course, but you can trust me.”</strong> Salem was starting to relax, her information was starting to feel relevant, and her attitude was starting to feel more natural.<br><br>Coming close to the top of the stairs, Salem was practically talking directly to Denae, but she was projecting well and her commanding voice was reverberating off of the old wooden walls of the mansion. <strong>“It’s an old place. It’s been in Xavier’s family for over ten generations.” - “Like every old house, it’s not without it’s checkered past and it’s interesting stories. But there’s been a lot of good work done within these walls.”</strong> Salem’s legitimate pride for her station in life could not be quelled. She wasn’t even trying anymore. This wasn’t rehearsed. She was just being Salem now. And Denae was eating it up.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 23:26:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br><hr><br>Kitty couldn't help but smile, her head shaking. Medusa had a point, but Kitty had the sneaking suspicion that once it caught on that none of the students could really leave without permission, even a luxury prison was still a prison. However, she didn't want to be too much of a downer on the girl on her first day. Medusa seemed to have a rough time getting here. May as well get her settled. "Don't worry about the sleeping in one place. If you want, you and I can hang out at night. That way you can make sure you end up in the right bedroom."<br><br>As the topic shifted to her clothes, Kitty looked to the closet. "Hey, I got enough of a wardrobe that I won't freak out if more clothes than I wear end up in the laundry. So long as I'm not taking my clothes out of your drawers once you get fully settled, we're good." SHe grinned, then chuckled, blushing softly as she felt that playful little tug against her shoulder strap. "Yeah....this is really the most revealing my clothes really get. I'm not one of those super girly-girls."<br><br>In truth, save for a few dresses, most of Kitty's clothes were rather gender-neutral. However, that blush grew when the topic shifted to her underwear. She scoffed at the idea of wearing granny-panties. No, not even Kitty went THAT far. "Boy shorts, mostly. Cat'll get outta the bag eventually, right? I mean...rooms don't really leave a lot for modesty, do they?" She looked around the small room they were going to share, realizing that for the first time in a while, she was going to have to change in front of someone. It made her feel a little self-concious. <br><br>Kitty was thankful for the change in topic. Even as Medusa asked, Kitty went to her closet, looking for a new outfit to wear. It wouldn't do to head to dinner smelling like sweat and dressed for the gym. Besides, what if it was cold? "Me? Well, I can't stop bullets or shake the earth. But I uhh...I walk through walls. Anything solid. As long as I can hold my breath, I can move through anything solid." She picked out a simple outfit....skinny jeans and a comfy sweatshirt (https://img1.etsystatic.com/127/1/9716989/il_340x270.1008878373_sdoh.jpg). She paused a moment, and glanced to Medusa. Should she already break the ice? Or give the girl a chance to bow out of a potentially awkward situation?<br><br>"I've also been studying martial arts since I was like...nine or so." It helped to give a bit of background. The final tidbit wasn't a brag, or a veiled threat. She wasn't trying to impress Medusa, or make her feel worried. "Didn't think it would do me any good until I started working with the X-men. Been pretty cool.." She paused then, and looked to her clothes, then Medusa. "Okay...so. Uhh....I'm gonna change. Don't wanna make things weird or anything, but there's prolly gonna be a time soon when we are gonna see each other like this. You cool? Or did you wanna step out?" Kitty was wondering the same thing about herself, but she was trying hard to play it off as nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 00:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn02.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2015/12/ashley-benson-bday-wishes-from-pll-cast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, near the main entrance.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911), Bobby (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12977312#msg12977312), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> About to receive a tour of her new home.<br><hr><br>Medusa was glad when Snapdragon didn't seem to take any interest in her.&nbsp; Then again, why would he?&nbsp; As far as he knew, she was just any girl that was on the tour and they had nothing to do with the other.&nbsp; And, at least for now, she intended on keeping that way, at least until she figured out why he was here.&nbsp; Just then, her focus was taken away from him by another one of the girls, Harms, as she asked a question that was actually on Medusa's mind as well.&nbsp; And the answer was a bit heartening in that it would only take a half an hour.&nbsp; She could deal with that and then, hopefully, get her key from Salem, who she'd been told had it.&nbsp; She debated on just asking for the key, but decided against it since she did have to try and get along with the other people here and snubbing the tour would probably go a long way in ruining that.<br><br>As they moved towards the stairs, Medusa wanted to roll her eyes at the reaction that the young girl, Denae, seemed to stop and stare for a moment, but even she had to admit that she was impressed.&nbsp; In just this one section of the house, she saw more signs of wealth and privilege than she'd ever seen before in her life.&nbsp; It was clear that the family that had built this place, Xavier's family she would later learn, had money and knew how to spend it.&nbsp; If she wasn't trying so hard to be a bit on the stoic side, then she might've shared in the girl's moment and stared in awe.&nbsp; As it was, she did her best to appear unaffected by the casual displays of money that were around them and actually listened to Salem as she talked.&nbsp; It was clear now that she hadn't rehearsed this part and it felt more natural and honest from her and it actually did make Medusa feel a bit more comfortable as she walked along behind and slightly to the side of the majority of the group.<br><br>When Salem started to talk about the history of the house and how it might have had a checkered past, Medusa couldn't help but snort lightly.&nbsp; Of course it had a checkered past, most old buildings did if they stood long enough.&nbsp; However, her snort had an unintended side effect as it caused part of the group to turn towards her, curious as to what she found so amusing.&nbsp; She hadn't really been prepared for this and she almost allowed that to register in her face.&nbsp; But her instincts kicked in and she allowed herself to assume a slight smirk as she looked towards Salem.&nbsp; <strong>"Alot of good work done here, huh?"</strong> she asked with a slight snark, <strong>"I'm sure, but I suppose I'm more interested in the negative.&nbsp; Any examples of what shenanigans the family got up to prior to it becoming a 'boarding school.'&nbsp; Or do we not talk about that?"</strong>&nbsp; She cocked her head slightly.&nbsp; A part of her felt bad for messing with Salem's groove, but her instinct was to be snide and bitchy when confronted with unwanted attention.<br><br>It had been how she survived on the streets for the most part.&nbsp; Sure, she let a few people in once in a while, but she'd mostly been a loner with only one notable exception.&nbsp; She knew that she needed to learn to stop doing that, but she'd been unsure how else to handle the situation and decided to just go ahead and fire.&nbsp; She made a mental note to apologize to Salem when she went to get her key from the girl, but only after it was just them.&nbsp; She couldn't do it in front of the rest of the group.&nbsp; It would make her seem weak and weak was something that Medusa couldn't even fathom allowing herself to feel.&nbsp; So for now, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Salem to decide what she was going to do in response to her comments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 01:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate<br><hr><br>Walking through walls.&nbsp; Now that was a pretty handy trick.&nbsp; Medusa could immediately see dozens of uses for that, most of them technically criminal.&nbsp; For a brief moment, she even found herself envisioning what a help Kitty would've been to her and her past boyfriend.&nbsp; Between the three of them, they could've easily learned how to rob banks without getting caught.&nbsp; He could've disabled the electronics, Medusa could've disabled any guards that were there, and then Kitty could've passed through the walls and vault door, taking as much money as she could carry back and forth.&nbsp; If done at night, they could've easily gotten away with something like that without anyone having any evidence to use to connect the crime to them.&nbsp; They could've been rich.&nbsp; But alas, that was in the past and there was no going back on that one, especially since Kitty was clearly the type that never thought about things like that.<br><br><strong>"That's a pretty cool ability,"</strong> she asked with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye, <strong>"Ever used it to sneak in and check out any of the guys around here?&nbsp; Or girls, depending on what you're into?"</strong>&nbsp; She smirked a bit as she asked that, sure that Kitty had never done something like that.&nbsp; Kitty had an air of innocence about her that just made it seem like she'd never gotten up to anything like that.&nbsp; Of course, Medusa could be wrong, but she highly doubted that she was.&nbsp; So she was ready to accept that she'd never done something like that as she looked confused about the martial arts comment until she mentioned the X-men.&nbsp; Medusa knew about them, of course, but she doubted that she'd ever actually be a part of them.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly a combat trained mutant, nor did her power really lend herself to that sort of thing, so she never envisioned herself being in combat unless she absolutely had to.<br><br><strong>"I was raised in an orphanage until I was about ten,"</strong> she related, <strong>"That's when I ran away and started living on the streets.&nbsp; After that, all I really learned to do was survive.&nbsp; It was actually pretty fascinating how many ways someone could survive if they were willing to work for it."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly and shrugged, hoping that this wouldn't prompt a round of pity.&nbsp; She'd survived it and done rather well for herself all things considered, so she didn't want pity.&nbsp; However, her concerns quickly changed as Kitty made mention of getting ready to change her clothing and asked if Medusa wanted to step out.&nbsp; Giggling slightly, Medusa didn't really see another girl changing as that big of a deal.&nbsp; After all, living on the streets made you have a very loose view on modesty and she didn't really feel all that concerned about the fact that she might see Kitty naked at some point or that Kitty might see her naked as well.&nbsp; But that didn't mean she wasn't going to have just a little bit of fun with the clearly slightly shy girl.<br><br><strong>"Oh I'm very cool,"</strong> she said playfully, <strong>"So why don't you go ahead and give me a little show."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled for a moment, letting those words linger for a moment before she would gather herself enough to speak up again.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm just teasing,"</strong> she finally said, <strong>"You're right, it's going to happen sooner or later, so why worry about it?&nbsp; So long as we don't treat it as something awkward, I think that we'll be just fine."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly as she leaned back on the bed, looking around at some of the posters so that she wasn't staring directly at Kitty when she moved to go ahead and change her clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 06:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br><hr><br>Kitty couldn't help but roll her eyes. However, her cheeks did get a pretty little shade of red, showing that perhaps she wasn't as innocent as Medusa was thinking she was. The question on whether or not she had walked in on anyone had reminded her of her accident with Piotr just a few days prior. Kitty remembered exactly how hot he had looked in just a pair of boxer briefs. "Well...I mean, not intentionally. Maybe happened on accident." She was being a little evasive. Would Medusa let it go, or pry for more information?<br><br>As she spoke about her life as an orphan and running away, she would grab a bra out of the small dresser. "You know...that's pretty hardcore. I don't know if I'd be able to do what you've done. But then, I've never had too..." Despite Medusas rough history, Kitty looked at her with a new level of respect. She liked the girl. A rough background, but she didn't seem to let it control her life. Instead, she controlled it. <br><br>At the playful banter about putting on a show, Kitty just laughed. "A show? Geez, you sound just like Heather." Her head shook as she just went for broke. Sports bra was lifted up and off, her perky mounds bouncing slightly. Immediately after, she would put the new bra...a black satin number...on, and slip it into place. Yoga pants were slid down, her purple panties (http://assets.charmingshoppes.com/is/image/LaneBryant/pr_123658_KS?$product_main$&amp;wid=354&amp;hei=460) being shown off. It gave a chance for Medusa to read the writing scribbled along her firm backside. "Anyways...did you wanna unpack? Check out some stuff? Head for dinner?" <br><br>The options were open as she got dressed again. Slipping into those skinny jeans, she buttoned up and then grabbed her sweatshirt. That was pulled on as well, immediately falling off the shoulder. Pulling her hair out, she sighed, flopping down onto her bed once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 14:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> School corridor <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather, Kitty, Storm<br><strong>Content:</strong> Screaming, then silence<br><hr><br>Yolande finally started moving again and took a moment to get her bearings. She was frustrated, but she didn't want to play the victim or yell at a teacher too. She waited until the other girls had said what they had to say before giving her side of events. First she pointed at Heather. <br><br><strong>"She sexually harassed me. Then swore at me. I got agitated about it, I have a real thing about people coming on to me like that." </strong><br><br>She looked over to Storm. Yolande was perhaps one of the only girls in the school taller than the teacher, but she tried not to look down at her. It wouldn't help her arrogant image at all. <br><br><strong>"I got angry and hit the wall. Then I threatened them. I really, really hate people treating me like that. The other girl..." <br></strong><br>Yolande trailed off, pointing to Kitty. She didn't have a clue about names yet, and had been a bit too distracted to notice. <br><br><strong>"She was nice to start off with. Then she tried to smack me in the back out of nowhere and I hit her back. Not really my fault she started a fight she couldn't win, I didn't swing at anything but the wall till she hit me." </strong><br><br>She then went quiet. There wasn't much point arguing. She was probably in trouble for hitting the wall and hurting the dumbass who hit her. At least she'd thrown out her admittedly questionable mitigating circumstances. Regardless of her arrogance she did at least understand manners. <br><br><strong>"I am sorry, though, for getting that angry. I didn't mean to hit the wall or hurt her. Or threatened that guy."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 14:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>Bobby politely listened to everything Salem had to say, although he remained an outsider he was at least paying proper attention. The girl seemed to be great at what she did and to genuinely care about the mansion. He could appreciate someone who at least understood this beats prison. He nodded a few times to show he was listening. Social cues were far from his area of expertise but he at least tried to be polite. The house seemed like an interesting place, and he'd love to hear about its past. Then again he liked to hear about almost anything these days. It'd beat the boring life he was coming from. <br><br>Bobby shook his head quietly as he heard the snort about the past. Whoever that was must be immature. He turned with the others and looked at the girl a bit better. Her smirk frustrated him instantly. For half a second anyone attentive enough would see a flash across his face. A grimace, but one that made him look every bit the threatening person he used to be. He looked down and spoke quietly. It was the only thing he'd said apart from the brief thanks, and his tone was deep and a little grating. No matter how hard he tried even three years clean hadn't fixed his rough voice. <br><br><strong>"You really want to hear the negative? Why would you live your life looking for the bad bits." <br></strong><br>The words might come off as confrontational to her, but that's not how he meant them at all. He genuinely hoped she'd, perhaps deep down, see something in them. Maybe not immediately but hopefully eventually. Despite his relative youth the speed at which he thought had given him at least some wisdom. He'd probably come off as though he was on some form of moral high ground, but he didn't mean it that way. Just wanted to try and make people smile a bit after he'd wrought so much chaos and evil. After speaking he immediately went quiet, making sure he was still at the edge of the group and keeping his body language as non-confrontational as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 01:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate and actually enjoying it<br><hr><br>Oh Medusa was so tempted to pry for more information from what had essentially been Kitty admitting to walking in on someone.&nbsp; But she fought that desire.&nbsp; It was clear that the incident was embarrassing to Kitty and pushing for more information might cause problems.&nbsp; So she filed that little bit of information in the back of her brain, planning on bringing the subject back up at a later date when the pair were more comfortable with the other.&nbsp; After all, they might have been getting on well enough, but they had still only known each other for like ten minutes, so she had no knowledge of where Kitty would draw the line when talking about stuff like that.&nbsp; But yes, that would definitely be a topic that they would be coming back to at some point or another, she would definitely see to that.&nbsp; For know, however, she let it go.<br><br>Suddenly, Medusa felt a bit of heat on her cheeks when Kitty made a big deal about her past and all that she'd done.&nbsp; She knew that it was a life that most people couldn't have imagined, but she really didn't want anyone making a big deal out of it.&nbsp; <strong>"It's not that big a deal,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"When you're not really given much of a choice, you find a way to survive.&nbsp; But I would avoid having to do that if I were you.&nbsp; Sometimes the things you have to do can be downright nasty."</strong>&nbsp; She shuddered slightly as she remembered some of the not so pleasant times that she'd had on the streets.&nbsp; She really hoped that Kitty would afford her the same amount of restraint that Medusa had shown since she really didn't want to talk about some of those moments at the moment.<br><br>No, no, instead she wanted to talk about those panties.&nbsp; While she had made a point not to focus too much when Kitty was completely topless, she couldn't help but notice the saying on her panties and she couldn't help but laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, I wish I could do what those panties are telling me to do,"</strong> she said playfully, <strong>"But I don't have a camera or anything to use.&nbsp; Perhaps another time, we can make that happen."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled playfully as she moved to start unpacking.&nbsp; And there wasn't really all that much for her to unpack.&nbsp; She had a second pair of worn out jeans, a few pairs of plain panties, two extra bras, and a few shirts that had seen better days.&nbsp; Before Kitty was even done getting dressed, she was done unpacking and moved back to the edge of her bed.<br><br>At the mention of dinner, she perked up.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast in the prison, so she was more than eager to get some real food in her stomach.&nbsp; <strong>"Dinner sounds amazing,"</strong> she said, <strong>"How do meals work around here, anyhow?&nbsp; Is it a set time and everyone eats together, or is there a time frame where foods ready and people can eat when they're ready, or is it just make it yourself when you're hungry?"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes were alight with the idea of getting something to eat as she stood back up and waited for Kitty to lead the way.&nbsp; Yeah, she had taken the tour earlier, but she still didn't know all the different halls and stairways and whatnot, so she would rely on her roommate to guide her for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 15:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - 12:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Heather Donald, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue keeps to herself as a new girl is brought over and the others chat.<br><hr><br>Rogue had really wanted to simply spend that morning (and the rest of the day) alone. Especially after what had happened the night before. Or, early morning before, or...Dammit it, after what had happened with Heather, she simply wanted some time alone to think. Normally she would have just gone to sleep, slept the day away, and tried to organize her thoughts after some rest. That was physically impossible in that moment, though, as she dealt with the remnants of the power she had absorbed from Heather. And the remnants of having had Heather's power. <br><br>But there was no denying the rainbow-haired human Energizer bunny when she was on a mission, and so, there the Southern belle was stuck. At their typical lunch table, with the typical friends they hung out with. Whatever conversations were going on Rogue more or less ignored, one hand in a fist propping up her head, as she slowly and dutifully focused on her food. She wasn't in much of a talking or social mood, so simply going through the motions was her game plan for the day until someone would be dumb enough to ask her a direct question.<br><br>When Heather arrived with yet another new girl, Rogue glanced up, just giving a brief wave, and looking at her food again. Ignoring the seat shifting, and ignoring Kitty's attempts to be helpful (as in truth she was still a bit sour over the girl trying to tell her what to do back when they had watched the news report on Salvation), she just ate, poking blindly at her plate and bringing whatever her fork hit to her mouth. She was as covered as she could almost possibly be that that--long jacket, long pants, boots, and her gloves. Her hair was down, covering her neck, and as added safety her hood was pulled up. If anyone ended up in skin contact with her, in was in no way going to be her fault.<br><br>So, naturally, that was when she felt someone trying to play feelsies with her leg beneath the table...<br><br>Giving Heather a brief glare, Rogue sat up a bit straighter, no longer propping her head up as that hand moved beneath the table to give her roommate a firm pinch. This wasn't the time, or place...Even if it did send a shot of chills up her spine.<br><br>"If Heather keeps on collectin' girls, we gon' need a new table..." she sighed out finally, her Southern drawl a bit heavy with an act of playing as if she were tired. "So...Tess? What can you do?" she asked, figuring they might as well get the power talk out of the way. Unless it had already started and she missed it in her daze of not paying attention to anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 16:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday September 3rd, around 2pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Salem Summers, Ambassador Smith, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the ambassador<br><hr><br><br>Salem could destroy a city block if she got the wrong idea or if her visor slipped. Jean could crush a car with only her thoughts or make someone forget how to breathe if wanted to. And David… David could speak the same language as someone else, or fight as well as they could. In terms of power level, he was barely above human. A low level telepathy thanks to a mutated gene was the only thing that really separated him from Ambassador Smith. It was strange; he was a mutant, anything that affected a mutant would affect him, and yet he felt more of a kinship with humans than he did with the other members of the X-men. He felt like a man standing amongst a pantheon of Gods. Others were able to control the elements, to fight off death, to affect the minds of those around them. <br><br>Perhaps that was why Jean had asked him to come to the meeting that day. As a reminder that not all of the mutants at Xavier’s were dangerous, a threat to themselves and others? Not that Jean would ever think in such an underhanded fashion, atleast not consciously, but it would be a good idea if she had. Jean and Salem, they were both open about their abilities. But David hadn’t felt the need to present information about himself and Ambassador Smith hadn’t thought ot press. As Jean spoke, David thought it interesting that her points were all focused on how to show human sthat mutants could be beneficial. Which, if Jean was pitching it to any other person, would be the way to do it. But the Ambassador seemed to care about mutants. Jean could sell the idea to the government while David sold it to the Ambassador. <br><strong><br>“And it wouldn’t just be a benefit to the human communities and workforces that allow us to help” </strong>David spoke with an easy and calm voice, pleased to chat with someone who seemed to want to help. <strong>“The kids spend so much time on lockdown here at the academy. Letting them go out and perform these civil services would do wonders to improve moods and attitudes. Help them feel like they’re something closer to real people.”</strong> A file was produced from the stack of papers David had prepared earlier, passed to Aubrey so she could pursue it at her leisure. Full of statistics and sources from countless papers, it outlined a few key points. Mainly though it focused on how children deprived of contact with formative parental units had a variety of issues later in life. <strong>“And we think that students who volunteer to help out with these good will missions could be rewarded in some way. Perhaps being giving passes to see their family? Under supervision of Academy staff members or Government officials of course.&nbsp; Some of the students haven’t been able to see their family since they came here.”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 17:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mj38iFP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne SInclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr><br>To say that the last few days had been stressful on Rahne would be an understatement of the century.<br><br>Specifically, it had been one day that had stressed the poor girl out. Three days ago she'd had what was very possibly the worst day she'd ever had, there at the school. Starting the day off on a bad note during a meeting with Professor Xavier, going from there to a moment she would prefer to never think about again in the cafeteria. After that whole mess, where she had gotten Laura and another boy in trouble, and Kitty Pryde had managed to calm her down and at least get her back to her room. And those three days since, she hadn't left her room, but to find food and quickly return to her private space to eat in peace. Unless Laura was in, then out of a sense of shame for getting her roommate in trouble, she tried to slip out and either spend time in her little forest clearing or some long-lost corner of the library. The mansion's sanctuary was too obvious, anyone looking for her would think to look there first, and in the last few days she simply didn't want to be found.<br><br>That day, though, she was starting to feel better. She was starting to get a handle on herself again, and relax. She was still avoiding most people around her, especially some of the new students she had seen around, but...The girl was trying to get out some more again. Which brought her to the lounge that evening. Or, specifically, one of the lounges.<br><br>One of the original rooms in the mansion, it still had the same "old time" charm one would expect from historic buildings. Ornate book cases and comfortable, almost Victorian style furniture, the only modern appliances in the room was the lighting. Even then, it ran through a style fitting with the room, and Rahne went to the mantle even then, turning on the light in the fireplace that mimicked the feel and appearance of a fire. From there, she walked over to the grand piano, sitting in the corner of the room. In her experience, not many people visited this particular room. And those that did mainly did so for quiet study time, with little risk of being bothered or disturbed by anyone else. With no television, no radio, just books and couches and a piano, it held little appeal for anyone of her generation. Setting her ever-present Bible on the bench next to her, Rahne lifted the cover of the piano keys, brushing her fingers over them gently.<br><br>A quick run through of the scales, to hear the piano's tune, and she started to play. Soft, calming, simple music. Just playing improv, following no sheet music and letting her fingers roam as they would, she filled the room with a soft, gentle melody as her eyes closed. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she played, just letting the music move her. She had learned to play for Reverend Craig's church, and then Moira had helped her refine her talent at the keys even further. It was a relaxing hobby for her, and not one she often shared, not wanting the attention it might bring on her. In moments of solitude, though, she liked to indulge.<br><br>The music would drift from the room and down the hall, as she had left the lounge doors open, free for anyone who might wander by and wonder who was playing to poke their heads in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 19:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br><hr><br>Kitty could only smile as she looked to Medusa. "Don't sell yourself short, Medusa. Not a lot of people...human or mutant...would be able to survive something like that. But the important thing is that part of your life is over, and you've landed on your feet. Sort of." She winked as she finished getting dressed, though again that blush would make itself know as her new roomie commented on her panties.<br><br>She glanced back over her backside as best she could, causing body to arch and stretch. When she realized what they said, she just giggled and rolled her eyes. "Please. Nobody is going to want to see the flat-wall of Kitty-ass. Surprised you didn't go blind looking at it." Kitty actually had a rather pretty bum, but it was something she didn't see. So playing it off as nothing was something she often did. <br><br>In truth, she was actually kind of happy that Medusa chose dinner. After working out for an hour at the gym, Kitty was famished. Finishing getting dressed, she looked to the other woman, nodding as she grabbed a key for the room. "Meals here are pretty straight forward. Not everyone has classes as the exact same time, so the cafeteria stays open pretty much all day, and just shifts from breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Closes at like...9pm or something, I believe." She moved to the door, opening it and giving a chance for the blonde to walk out before taking the lead, and walking to the cafeteria. "Foods good, and it's free, so don't feel,like you have to save anything for the next guy." Again that grin as she locked up, the pair heading towards the cafeteria.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 01:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate and actually enjoying it<br><hr><br>Medusa made the decision not to comment on Kitty giving her a massive ego boost.&nbsp; It was nice to have someone understand the struggle involved in surviving on the streets, even if sometimes it was almost impossible.&nbsp; But she did laugh about the landing on her feet.&nbsp; Perhaps, in a sense, she had, but if she had her way, she'd still be able to come and go as she pleased and not have her name, powers, and location in some registry within the government that anyone with a bit of pull could get their hands on.&nbsp; However, she didn't say anything about it since there was absolutely no need to bring down the good vibes that had been building up between her and Kitty.&nbsp; In fact, she just nodded and let the subject go since there wasn't really much else to say about the subject.&nbsp; However, the subject of Kitty's ass was one that Medusa was more than happy to continue.<br><br><strong>"Oh come on now, you're telling me not to sell myself short, so don't do it to yourself,"</strong> she said with a grin, <strong>"You have a great ass and I think that there's plenty of people that would love to get the view I just got of it.&nbsp; Maybe some of the guys around here, perhaps?"</strong>&nbsp; She giggled lightly as she waited for Kitty to finish dressing and then start leading the way down towards dinner.&nbsp; As they started to walk, she would listen to the explanation of how meals worked in the place and was glad to hear that the place was open most of the day since she was never really that big on going to eat at standard meal times.&nbsp; And the idea of being able to eat as much as she wanted was something that she would definitely have to get used to since she had always been very limited in how much she could eat since she had to watch her money very, very carefully.<br><br><strong>"So aside from eating and classes, what is there to do around here?"</strong> she asked as they walked, <strong>"I mean, what do you guys do for fun?&nbsp; Are there games or things to do or what?"</strong>&nbsp; This actually sort of worried her just a little bit.&nbsp; She'd never really had a chance to enjoy her life, but now it seemed like she did have a chance to do that.&nbsp; For the first time, she didn't have to worry about her survival and as the idea of not having to deal with that started to settle, she realized that she'd never really done anything just for fun.&nbsp; <strong>"Wow,"</strong> she said aloud as she realized that, <strong>"I just realized that I have never really had time for an actual hobby.&nbsp; Kinda weird to be twenty years old and never actually have had a hobby or something that I did just for fun."</strong>&nbsp; She let that linger in the air for a moment as they walked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 04:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Not able to sleep, so watching TV<br><hr><br>Dinner had been good and her talk with Kitty had left her feeling way better about this place than she had when she first arrived today.&nbsp; It had been a busy day with her arrival, the tour, her hanging out with Kitty, and just generally trying to get settled into the new environment.&nbsp; So one would think that the moment her head hit the pillow at around ten-thirty or so, she would fall asleep almost instantly.&nbsp; Only she didn't.&nbsp; Instead, she tossed and turned and found herself unable to rest even as Kitty fell asleep in the other bed.&nbsp; And she tried everything she could think of.&nbsp; She'd counted sheep, she'd tried to meditate, she'd drank a glass of water, any trick that she could think of to try and get to sleep, she did.&nbsp; But no matter how hard she tried, sleep continued to elude her as she struggled to settle into this new bed that was more comfortable than any bed she'd ever slept in.&nbsp; And perhaps it was the comfort and safety that made it hard for her because she wasn't used to it.&nbsp; Regardless of if that was true or not, the fact of the matter was she couldn't sleep.<br><br>And after an hour or so of trying, she had finally had enough.&nbsp; Pushing the covers off her body, she slipped her feet into a set of worn out slippers that she had for a while, and left the room, being as quiet as she could to allow Kitty to continue her slumber uninterrupted.&nbsp; She was only wearing a long tee-shirt and a set of very short shorts that one couldn't see under the shirt, but she wasn't concerned.&nbsp; It was late and she figured that most everyone would probably be in bed or at least in their rooms.&nbsp; And that seemed to be the case as the halls were quiet and empty as she walked through them, using the map she'd been given earlier to guide her downstairs and to a lounge-like room that had been labeled as "TV Room".&nbsp; And when she walked it, that was clearly an apt name as one wall was dominated by a large television and a series of couches and chairs were oriented so that they all offered a decent view for the screen.&nbsp; A screen that was currently turned off as there was no one in the room to be watching it.<br><br>Leaving the lights off, she would grab the remote and, after a moment or so to sort out where all the right buttons were, she flipped out the television, letting the light of the screen bath the room for a moment.&nbsp; Selecting a couch right in front of the television, she would seat herself on it, her feet curled up underneath her body as she leaned against the arm of the couch.&nbsp; She found herself wishing that she'd thought to bring a blanket with her, but it was too late for that and she didn't really feel like going back to her room for one.&nbsp; Instead, she just started flipping through channels, ignoring infomercials, made for tv dramas, cop shows, and anything else that she thought looked boring.&nbsp; Eventually, she would settle on watching Fast and the Furious.&nbsp; She had seen the original at one point or another when she had been on the streets, and she had enjoyed it.&nbsp; And while it was going to get interrupted by commercials and had some of the most interesting parts cut out, such as the scene with Dom and Letty making out on the car that was soooo hot, it was still better than anything else she'd seen on.<br><br>Setting the remote down, she grabbed a nearby throw pillow and held it to her chest and used it as a place to rest her chin.&nbsp; It wasn't long before her attention was focused on the movie and little else.&nbsp; As such, she wouldn't have heard a thing if someone were to come walking down the hall and notice the light from the television.&nbsp; No, she wouldn't have a clue unless someone made their presence known to her as she was too busy losing herself in the world of fast cars and Vin Diesel and crime.&nbsp; The crime part she could relate to at least given she'd survived on the streets only because she had no issue with stealing and selling the stolen goods for money for food as a kid.&nbsp; As she'd gotten older, her crimes had grown up with her, but that was neither here nor there and she tried to avoid thinking about that as the movie continued to roll along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 17:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9igByIf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - 12:00(ish)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Rogue (also posting order), CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather is concerned about Rogue's behavior, she can't help but feel like she done fucked up the night before. Heather realizes that Jasmine is talking Tessa over the table about the school being a prison. Heather elaborates. Jasmine and Heather explain a bit about Salem Summers and how it is to get clothes at the school. Heather and a few other girls look to Tessa when Rogue asks about her mutation. (mostly ignores Kitty's post, sorry! It just seemed right, since Rogue's was sort of a response to it already.) Other girls are: &nbsp;Kioki Kasagana (http://i.imgur.com/v5mzcjI.jpg), Michelle Dawson (http://i.imgur.com/aIeDAqa.jpg), Rachel Finnegan (http://i.imgur.com/Cy1iDWV.jpg), &amp; Jasmine (http://i.imgur.com/xNZtK7l.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Exactly This (http://i.imgur.com/gmgbVEh.jpg), Zebra bra and all. And These Shoes (http://i.imgur.com/0l6s5yw.jpg)<br><hr>There was something off that day. Not with the group, not with the school in general, and not with Heather. She could feel that something was off right away. Rogue felt distant, and Heather wasn’t entirely sure why. She couldn’t help but think like she had something to do with it. But, she wasn’t exactly sure why Rogue would hide away like this the night after the two of them had been so close. A bit of concern bit into each thought she had as she started to feed of the vibe from ther untouchable lover to her right. She tried not to make her concern show on her face. The two of them were still secret, and although Heather felt like she was being subtle with her little leg rub, she recoiled as soon as Rogue pinched at her, clearly trying to say that this was the wrong place and the wrong time to be affectionate, even in some kind of secret way. Heather was tired of hiding her affection. She’d gone more than month in this fledgling relationship with Rogue, and keeping it secret as starting to bug her. But, now wasn’t the time to make a big deal about it.<br><br>The pinch was enough to get her to snap her leg away and against a metal beam under her seat. There was a soft clang, and a sharp burst of pain in her ankle<br><br>It hurt. She’d never felt so distanced from Rogue, and to feel like this only hours after what had happened between them, it made Heather really start to worry, <em>‘Does she feel violated?… Did I?’</em> The thought had never occurred to her until then, <em>‘did I rape Rogue last night?’</em> Her heart sank at the table, <em>‘oh no! No. I didn’t, I was sort of pushy, but I didn’t, she could have stopped me. She had to have wanted it, but why is she…’</em> Heather’s face was turned toward her right for a moment more, but then she shook the cobwebs free and turned to the rest of her friends. She felt like she had missed most of the conversation in that moment of private meltdown with Rogue <br><br>She let herself not think about Rogue, Heather had dealt with drama before. It had never really hurt so much as this, but she did her best to shrug away the sensation and try to enjoy her lunch.<br><br>She started to eat her past at a pretty quick pace. She tried to catch the tail end of the conversation that was unfolding between the girls at the table. She heard Tessa say something about being trapped in the mansion, and being unable to travel out to even go shopping. She had listened to Kitty try to explain the difference between Michelle and herself. The confusing language and the small jokes made Heather’s eyes light up and she smiled as she chewed, barely capable of keeping her mouth closed. She covered her lips with her hands as she giggled while she chewed. <br><br>Finally, as she swallowed she happened to catch a piece of Michelle and Jasmine.<strong> “I just don’t understand why we’re one of the two options. Here or prison!?”</strong> Heather turned to look at Jasmine as she realized the the long haired brunette girl was actually leaning over the table and talking to Tessa. <strong>“It doesn’t feel like a prison, but it absolutely is one. I want to go shopping so bad! Been here for almost a year. I’m tired of RA Summers picking out my panties.”</strong> Heather laughed with Michelle and half of the other girls at the table.<br><br>Heather elaborated on Jasmine’s point, the girl with the rainbow hair turned to her left and spoke to Tessa with as much confidence as she could muster. <strong>“Yeah, we can’t leave for any reason. The RA, Salem Summers orders all of our clothes from warehouses, and unless you make a really specific request, you get the kind of stuff she would buy.”</strong> Heather looked across the table past Rogue again to laugh as Jasmine groaned in reaction to Salem Summers. <br><br><strong>“Haaaate Herrrr!” </strong> Jasmine groaned further, Heather erupted into laughter.<br><br>She was still laughing as she turned to Tessa again. <strong>“Jasmine doesn’t really get along with her.”</strong><br><br><strong>“She won’t let me smoke! Ever.” </strong>Jasmine’s anger was all for comic effect. She shouldn’t have been smoking, she wasn’t old enough to be doing it legally, and it wasn’t Salem’s fault that she had to take the tobacco product from the teen that wanted to kill herself with smoke. Heather was doing her best to try and overlook the fact that the most important person at the table to her had little interest in her or what was going on around her. And they were both sitting in the very center of the conversation now with Jasmine to Rogue’s right.<br><br>Heather didn’t flinch at Rogue’s comment about needing another table. She pretended she hadn’t heard it, amazed that Rogue was upset enough to actually grumble with her about trying to include new people into their group. <br><br>Heather turned away from her secret girlfriend when she asked Tess what the young girl was capable of. Heather looked interested as she eyed Tess after Rogue's question. A few of the other girls including Jasmine and Michelle looked as well. It was always fun to learn about a new students power. It also just so happened to be a good excuse to avoid looking in Rogue’s direction.<br><br>Heather and Rogue were usually chatty together, and almost always sat side by side. Heather was starting to worry that the other girls might be sensing the nervous energy between them. <em>‘I want to touch her arm, or her leg, or whisper in her ear. God! I can’t do anything like that.’</em>&nbsp; Heather’s toe was starting to tap, and her eyes were growing frantic as the conversation around the table continued. She wished that she could do anything to make the situation between them better in that moment instantly. But she didn’t know what to do.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, we all have powers of some kind, what they bring you in for?”</strong> Jasmine bristled at the joke about this being a prison. Heather couldn’t see the reaction, but Michelle had, and she rolled her little kitten eyes as well. Jasmine and Michelle didn’t always get along with Heather, and sometimes they were outwardly subversive toward her defacto ‘leadership’ of their friendship circle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 04:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the main entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, &amp; OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem does her best to stop the minor conflict in the air. She continues to lead the group as she answer's Medusa's inquiry. Once they come to the top of the steps, Salem hands out room keys, and lets everyone take a breif break in their room. She expects everyone back in about five minutes. (Advise, try not to describe your character in the room here. If you want to describe them there, leave it in a post in the actual dorms thread? Seems like a good way to handle this). Salem waits behind with stragglers that don't go to their rooms. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br><strong> THE MAP:</strong> Map of Xavier's mansion (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/3/33/X-Men_Annual_Vol_2_1_Inside_The_Xmansion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100117204841) See Sun Wukong for any clarifications or confusions regarding this image and the game's mansion.<br><hr>The whole group was more than halfway up the stairs when Abigail accidentally lifted her disapproving snort above the din and loudly into everyone’s ears. Salem didn’t exactly respond to that. It really didn’t bother her much. She was already about to go into the further history of the house. But she was stopped short as Abigail’s disdainful sound had gone and turned into outward doubt. It was an odd exchange to have with someone, but Salem opened herself up to this, taking a role of leadership, and being something of a staff member and a student at the same time. She was seen as authority to most of the kids around campus. It seemed like Abi was no exception to that little trend. <br><br>It hadn’t always been this way. When Salem first started to give tours to people, not all of them were younger mutants then her. It went to be about half and half, older and younger. Back then she hadn’t been seen as an authority figure, she was just a girl with the knowledge to help people out. <br><br>But Salem was Salem, and she wanted to be considered better than she had been the day before. So, her positions came one at a time, each one required more responsible than the one before. The next thing she knew she was in her twenties and she’d been living at this mansion for six years.<br><br>The young woman who called herself Medusa had a damned good reason for calling herself that. But Salem hadn’t taken the time to think about the importance of that. It was interesting that both of these young women had taken the names of ancient mythological Grecian monsters. Salem had been walking upward, leading the kids to the stairs with her back to the group. It would have been rude to stop the tour, so Salem made no motion to slow down, she just kept on walking as she listened. Eventually, she could hear that most of the kids had stopped anyway. With a skip Salem hopped up the stairs and did a lazy one-eighty to face the group. Abbi and Bobby were in a minor conflict, and Salem could feel just as much tension in the other kids as there were between the two sharing words with each other. Salem had listened carefully to Abigail, and she found Bobby’s outburst to be more dignified than she expected. <br><br><em>‘Of course it’s these two.’ </em>Salem had a rather numb expression on her face. Behind her glasses, she would have clearly appeared inquisitive and curious. But, as things were now, she just looked like she was a bit ticked off. <br><br>As soon as she opened her mouth to respond to them though, she didn’t seem so upset. <strong>“Hey, come on guys.” </strong>Salem seemed to implie that she didn't want to have this conversation at the moment. But there was a ginger nature to her service, she was polite and kind without being lenient at all.<strong> "Not here, alright."</strong> She smiled after she spoke and waved everyone upwards, not wanting to slow the tour down. <strong>“We’re walking <em><span class="bbc_u">and</span></em> talking today.” </strong>Salem started backwards up the steps with nimble grace. She wasn’t watching herself walk, she was looking down at the tour as they picked up the pace again. <br><br><strong>“Bobby. I think she had a fair question. She’ll be living here for sometime, she deserves to know the past as much as anyone.” </strong>Salem didn’t bother addressing the philosophical question that Bobby had brought forth. She could have, but this didn’t feel like the right time to go into that. <br><br>Salem’s back turned to walk more carefully as the steps turned to the left and right. Salem turned right and signaled for everyone to follow. As she responded to Abbi, she focused on the girl by turning her head over her shoulders and speakly sincerely. <strong>“Well, the good stuff will be more obvious with time. I can offer myself as an example. I came here a sniveling little girl with a laser beam coming out of my face. I was effectively blind… either blind or… very destructive.” </strong>Salem was choosing her words carefully, she was trying to get the point across without adding too much weight to the concept. Everyone was listening to her, and every few sentences she turned to the whole group to make sure that everyone felt included in the response to Abigail’s inquiry. <strong>“Here, I’ve been able to shield my eyes and see again, control my mutation, and make a lot of friends.” </strong>That last part was a bit of a lie, Salem might have had two friends, maybe.<br><br>Her throat cleared a bit and she continued with a small squeak in the first word <strong>“Hou-isses this old have usually changed hands more than once - removed from the original owner. Before the Xavier’s owned this house, There was a family before them. I’ve never looked into it."</strong> She lied, <strong>"Like Bobby said, I never bothered with things from two hundred years ago that are better left unmentioned.”</strong><br><br>They were at the top of the stairs now. To the left laid the boys dorm, to their right laid the girls. Of course, there were some mixed gender dorms available, but they didn’t have their own section and ran case by case. <br><br><strong>“So! Here we are, at the first stop of the tour. These are the dorms. If you’ve already found your dorm, feel free to stop there for a short five minute break. If you haven’t been there yet. I have things.”</strong> Salem reached into her helper bag and handed out keys and dorm room assignments to each of the students that she had been instructed to do so with. With each room came a key, and a piece of paper with the room number written in at the top. The rest of the paper was a list of rules that each student was expected to follow. <br><br><strong>“And, with that, if you haven’t been to your room yet, feel free to take a break as well and check it out. And don’t rush yourself. We’ll be waiting right here.”</strong> Salem had put a five minute rule done with some students and a free will with the others to let them all know that this was pretty lax. She wanted the tour to be short and sweet, but if people wanted to linger for a minute or two, she would allow for that space. <br><br><strong>“I’ll be waiting right here with anyone who doesn’t need a break.” </strong>As the keys and papers were handed out, almost every student in the tour scurried away, and Salem leaned against the balcony, looking down at the front door with those left behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 11:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> TV room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather is a bit jaded and alone, she finds herself in the company of Abigail in the TV room and asks to join her for the viewing of The Fast and The Furious.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br><hr>Heather wasn’t having a great night. As she walked through the halls in the hours that everybody seemed to fall asleep, she didn’t even bother with headphones. Instead, she just listened to the sound of the halls. She could hear people behin their doors without any superhuman ability. It was a school full of teenagers and young adilts. There was energy for days in this building. <em>‘Energy for months in my case’. </em>Heather’s stomach grumbled, she had a bag full of food hanging from her shoulders. Not every night had been exactly like this, but it was starting to feel like she was falling back into her old routine. <br><br><em>‘All this energy, and no one to share it with.’</em> Heather thought, somberly as she kicked her way clumsily along the stairs. <em>‘Of course I fall for Rogue. I’m so stupid.’ </em>Heather had allowed herself to get close to Rogue because the two of them couldn’t touch. So, Heather couldn’t fall into her seductive, self temptress game with her roommate. Instead, they actually had to communicate. And it helped Heather a lot for over a month. But it had all come crumbling down and this pain was worse than how it had been before. Now she’d lost something, something besides Thirty-three bracelets of non-slutty behavior.<br><br>Heather’s arms were naked. She had black sweats on, a black hooded sweatshirt, and a tiny concert t-shirt she’d received as a gift when she was barely a teenager, before her mutation. Heather wasn’t dressed in happy clothes. She was dressed in warm clothes. Her sleeves were still rolled up and there wasn’t a single bracelet on her left or right wrist. She was bare. That meant that she’d gone and had sex with someone she wasn’t supposed to less than 24 hours ago. <br><br>As she made her way down the stairs, she could hear the tv room being used, and decided to make her way. Moving through the halls, there wasn’t much going on. So, it didn’t feel like much time at all had passed before she was in the back of the TV room. It was easy to tell that this blonde girl was too absorbed to have seen her.<br><br><strong>“Knock knock…”</strong> Heather’s gentle voice was anything but alarming, she might as well have been a puppy whining for attention, or a child asking for food. <strong>“Do you mind if I join you?”</strong> Highlights started to walk toward Abigail, as she got closer, it occurred to her, <em>‘I don’t know who this girl is.’ </em><br><br><strong>“Hey. Sorry to interrupt. I can take off if you want.”</strong> Her thumb went over her shoulder, and she even turned a bit to look back at the entrance. Even as she gestured backwards, she stepped in, closer to the same sofa that Abigail was sitting on. Heather had never seen what the other girl was watching, so as far as she could tell, it was a brand new film.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 13:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7d9e48a04032e64251db333e07d96495/tumblr_nvp3m8UFsq1swwx3co1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Aubrey Smith<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Prodigy, Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting with Jean Grey, David Alleyne and Salem Summers to hear Jean's proposal<br><hr><br>Aubrey listened politely to the words of Jean, David and Salem. They all brought relevant points, and their arguments were compelling. The Government would listen to the potential aid the mutants could grant, but she knew at least some of their likely first questions. That and their inevitable counter points. Once the others were entirely done talking Aubrey replied.<br><br><strong>"Personally, I see these as excellent ideas. I think perhaps one of the natural first steps is to make clear what I'm aware the Government are going to want, and ask for, in this deal. First of all any outing is going to need to be accompanied by Government personnel. Early on I can find time to personally attend, and do my best to keep any armed presence to a minimum."<br></strong><br>It was a shame a military presence would be insisted on, but she knew the Government's stance on that. It was a non-negotiable point, and only one that could tried to be toned down a little.<br><br><strong>"Next we would need a detailed list of the mutants, and their abilities, that you feel would be appropriate on these missions. Abilities will not be the main focus. Anyone who can use a tool, help with planning or do manual labour would be appreciated. Of course anything superhuman they can do will be useful, but the effort is what counts. The real thing to note is their attitude. Anyone overly confrontational should not be brought. The Government, and military personnel, do not take well to what they will term 'Unprofessional teenagers'. Salem is a wonderful example of someone who keeps control. If you want to be taken seriously, at least early on, I would advise compiling a mutation information and a full psychological evaluation on anyone interested in attending."<br></strong><br>She hated that she had to sound so clinical, and more than a little cold. But she also knew that these people wanted this to be taken seriously.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"And then, I think there is one more suggestion. How would you, and Charles, feel about students being taken on military operations? With, of course, appropriate training. They could do wonders for conflict resolution. Save hundreds, thousands, maybe more. I know some have been on a few already, but this is an area the Government would like to expand on. So perhaps the two could be linked? Giving you an opportunity to help us, and then to help those in danger."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 02:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn02.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2015/12/ashley-benson-bday-wishes-from-pll-cast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, near the main entrance.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911), Bobby (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12977312#msg12977312), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> About to receive a tour of her new home.<br><hr><br>Truthfully, Medusa didn't really want to be a bitch in this situation, but she had been caught flatfooted and when that happened, she reverted to snark and attitude as that had been what had gotten her by for so many years.&nbsp; She had to remember that this wasn't the streets anymore and she would have to learn to bite her tongue.&nbsp; Salem, Cyclops, whatever one wanted to call her, hadn't really deserved the attitude that she'd been given by her and yet she had gotten it.&nbsp; However, it seemed like she wasn't that ruffled by it and it seemed like everything would've been fine after that, but it was at that moment that another voice had chimed in.<br><br><em>"You really want to hear the negative? Why would you live your life looking for the bad bits." </em><br><br>She had turned her head, ready to fire back since she didn't want to take crap from anyone right then.&nbsp; However, as she turned her head, a sharp reply right on the edge of her tongue, the source of the voice was revealed to be Bobby.&nbsp; And at this discovery, the retort on her tongue died as she felt a sharp pang of fear.&nbsp; This was a guy that had killed people for looking at him the wrong way, so Medusa really had no desire to be on his short list.&nbsp; So instead of saying anything, she just looked at him for a moment before she turned her head, her hair hiding her face from Bobby as she moved to follow after the rest of the group, grateful to Salem for moving on, even claiming that Medusa did have a right to know the answers before saying that she didn't really known them.&nbsp; A bit of respect rose in the street-raised girl as Salem showed her respect, something that Medusa knew that she hadn't earned in the eyes of anyone around here.<br><br>When they arrived at the top of the stairs, Medusa stood off to the side and listened as Salem announced that they were near the dorms.&nbsp; When it was her turn, she took her room key and number along with the list of the rules.&nbsp; She chuckled a little bit at the rules as most were what she imagined were fairly standard for any dorm room setting.&nbsp; But then there were other rules that could only exist in a place that housed mutants.&nbsp; One of them just so happened to be "No Using Your Powers to Spy on Someone."&nbsp; The very fact that something like that had to be added made her laugh and also made her wonder about the scoop of powers she would discover while she stayed here.&nbsp; She suspected that it would be interesting, which was always a good thing in her mind since if things got boring, she would be prone to making her own fun and who knew what that might entail around here.<br><br>Once Salem had released them, most of the students took off to find their dorms, but Medusa stayed.&nbsp; She could do that later after the tour, she knew.&nbsp; However, one thing that she felt she had to do was talk to Salem.&nbsp; The girl was doing her best to make this comfort for the group, some of which were probably terrified and some that, like Medusa, didn't have anywhere else to go.&nbsp; She hadn't really deserved to have Medusa very nearly ruin her tour.&nbsp; Seeing the young woman standing by herself, Medusa approached her and leaned on the balcony a few feet from her.&nbsp; There was a brief moment of silence until she knew that she had Salem's attention, which was oddly difficult given you couldn't see her eyes under the visor to know for sure unless her head was turned in your direction.<br><br><strong>"Hey.&nbsp; Look, I'm sorry about being a bit of a bitch back there,"</strong> she said, <strong>"I guess I was kinda caught off guard when everyone started looking at me and I reverted back to what I know best.&nbsp; I appreciate you not lashing back at me like you could've."</strong>&nbsp; She fell silent for a moment, letting her apology sink in.&nbsp; She knew she had a reputation of being a bitch and it was well earned.&nbsp; She could be a massive bitch, especially to someone that deserved it.&nbsp; However, she also tried really hard not to be a bitch to someone that didn't deserve it and Salem hadn't deserved it.&nbsp; After a minute, she would start talking again.&nbsp; <strong>"So you've been here a long time, huh?"</strong> she asked, <strong>"What's this place really like?&nbsp; I mean, beyond the tours and everything.&nbsp; This many mutants in one place.&nbsp; It has to be crazy sometimes."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Salem, hoping to get a bit of a hint at how this place could normally be, but even as she did this, one eye was keeping an eye out to see where Bobby was and what he was doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 02:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching Fast and Furious and being joined by Heather.<br><hr><br>Medusa was absorbed in the movie as the action unfolded.&nbsp; That was until she interrupted by a voice.&nbsp; But she didn't jump because the voice was so soft that it was almost impossible to jump.&nbsp; She turned her head and saw another girl there.&nbsp; She didn't know the girl, but she was definitely eye catching with rainbow colored hair and Medusa vaguely wondered if it was part of the girl's mutation or just a personal choice.&nbsp; For a moment, she considered what she might look like if she dyed her hair, something that she'd never been able to do given she didn't have the money for salons or dyes or anything like that.&nbsp; Taking in the sight of the girl, she was dressed, though Medusa couldn't tell if it was for bed or just her comfortable clothing.&nbsp; Either way, it wasn't exactly her business, so she ignored it after a quick glance and focused back on the girl and what she was saying.<br><br>When she was asked if the girl could join her, Medusa looked at her for a moment.&nbsp; She didn't see any reason why the other girl couldn't join her and she reminded herself that she should be making an effort to get to know people and get along with them.&nbsp; She also noted that even though the girl did offer to leave if Medusa didn't want company, that the girl actually took a step closer to her couch.&nbsp; Medusa was pretty good at reading body language and that told her that the girl really didn't want to leave as much as she was just offering because she had no idea who Medusa was.&nbsp; Not that that was surprising since very few knew who she was at this point, though that was probably very likely to change given how Medusa was and how she'd gotten there in the first place.<br><br><strong>"No, go ahead and stay,"</strong> Medusa said with a light smile, <strong>"I think I could actually use the company."</strong>&nbsp; She patted the cushion on the couch next to her and depending on how the other girl sat, it would leave a little bit of space between them, but not a whole lot since the couch was a bit small.&nbsp; As the other girl settled in, Medusa watched as Dom and Brian raced against each other with Dominic's car getting totaled at the end.&nbsp; She wondered how it felt to go that fast and found herself wishing that she'd been able to steal a car and see how fast it could really go.&nbsp; Sure, it probably would've ended in a high speed chase, but given she ended up in prison anyway, she wondered if perhaps it would've been better for her to have been caught with a bang rather than being ambushed late at night by a bunch of cops wearing visors that, intentional or not, stopped her from paralyzing them.<br><br>Once the girl was settled onto the couch, Medusa took it onto herself to go ahead and be the first one to introduce herself.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Abigail, by the way,"</strong> she said, <strong>"Although most people I know call me Medusa.&nbsp; And I just go here this morning, in case you're wondering why you've never seen me before."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled, knowing that that had probably at least occurred to the other girl, whose name she didn't yet know now that she thought about it.&nbsp; However, she didn't ask since she hoped that the information would be offered given she had already gone ahead and done the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 04:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br><hr><br>Opening up to someone you just met a few minutes ago was never easy. It was why Kitty wasn't pushing too much. If Medusa wanted to talk more about her past she would. However, they were still technically strangers, even with them getting along. It was a good sign though that there hadn't really been a moment of silence between them both. The more they talked, the more they would get comfortable with each other. And seeing as they were going to be sleeping in the same room for the foreseeable future, it would do to continue to enjoy each other's company.<br><br>When the talk shifted to her ass, though, Kitty couldn't help but chuckle, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Yeah...I guess there is a guy...maybe a girl...who would be jealous of you..." there was a side-glance made towards the blonde next to her, her shoulders offering a little shrug. "At least that's what they've acted like. I don't know for sure. I'm..." there was another shrug. "...I'm not good with people sometimes. Especially when it comes to romance."<br><br>The walk to the dining hall didn't take a very long time. Walking in, Kitty lead the way towards the buffet-style layout, plucking up a tray on the way. She perused the selections, before settling upon a chicken ceasar salad, soda, and jello. While she looked, though, she would keep up the conversation. "Well...as far as things to do. We have tennis, track and field, swimming, a gym with basketball hoops. There is also the Danger Room when you get a little more adventurous. I've been working with the teacher, David, on programs. There's also writing, and a computer lab."<br><br>Coming to a table, she sat down, and waited for Medusa to settle in as well. "If you want, I'm sure David and I can work out a program specific to your powers. Shouldn't be too hard..." She looked up to Medusa as she poured dressing onto her salad, and speared a few pieces of lettuce, popping them into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>03-03-2017, 10:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/3ko6fLB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Jean Grey, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem mentions that the blasting of the well was safe and up to code. She mostly stays quiet and tries to keep calm for Jean's sake. She anxious the whole post, and doesn't say much.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br><hr>The energies felt off, Salem couldn’t place it, but something didn’t feel right. <em>‘I’m sitting in the right place.’ - ‘Is it my clothes?’ - ‘No, I don’t so much care about that.’ - ’huh.’ </em>Salem understood quickly what was happening. It was anxiety that she hadn’t really dealt with before. It was still strange to her, this collection of people, this circumstance. <em>‘Just can’t really place why…’ </em>Salem mentally shrugged and did her best to pay attention to what was happening around her. She’d made her offer and her only job now was to stay calm and react accordingly.<br><br><em>‘Simple enough.’</em> It wasn’t simple though. Salem was not good in social environments, especially with multiple people. Usually it was easy to clam up and walk away. And, it wasn’t impossible to throw a barb at someone when things got tense. Usually, professional settings were good, and classrooms were ideal. But this had the weight of politics to it, and Salem didn’t quite understand how to absorb it properly. A tightness started in her temple behind her protective eyewear as she listen to Ms. Grey introduce the topic at hand. <br><em><br>‘I’ve heard this.’ </em> She was still anxious, there was really nothing she could do to stop it. So, she did her best to just stay steady, and still. She tried to absorb as much as she could, and breath as slowly as possible. Salem had a deep understanding of these concepts. The redheaded young woman with the visor over her weaponized eyeballs watched Jean with true awe as the telepath spoke. <em>‘She could actually be doing something important right now… I might be watching it.’ </em>The gravity of the situation started to sink in for a moment. <em>‘Am I capable of that?’ </em>In her stillness, quieting her mind was proving difficult. But the flow of apprehension and doubt was under a deep sea of calm control.<br><br>Salem had her legs crossed in front of her. Her left hand was dangling in front of her, the elbow relaxed on the arm of the chair Her. The other hand was hanging by the hem of her skirt to the side of her leg. She was leaning to her left, clearly settled and actively engaged with the speakers. She was almost completely motionless.<br><br>Eye contact was easy, but sometimes it felt like cheating. <em>‘No one can really look back.’</em> Salem’s coy smile crept onto her face with that thought in mind; her focus dancing between those engaged in the conversation.<br><br>When Jean made reference to the well Salem had drilled, her eyes widened behind the visor, there was no clear expression on her face. The words were coming out before she really thought about stopping them. <strong>“We were careful”</strong> Her focus shifted from Ms. Grey to Ms. Smith.<strong> “Ground penetrating radar, a few tests in the woods,&nbsp; an assessment of the property’s electricitical and plumbing systems.” </strong>She glanced around for a moment, and simply nodded with a smile to announce that she had completed. With that smile lingering a second or two longer on David than the other women in the room.<br><br>She clicked the focus button on quickly to try and suppress the thoughts about Alleyne. And it seemed to work. Her legs shifted anyway, crossing them the other direction with one knee stacked on top of the other.<br><br>She listened carefully to David as he made his case to Aubrey, handing his folder to her like some kind of James Bond. <em>‘No…’</em> Salem’s eyes wandered, but she cleared her mind to enjoy it. She liked to watch him on some kind of instinctual level.<em> ‘He’s just so-… No.’</em> Salem interrupted herself again. She refrained from showing any source of a smile to David. Restraint was a crucial part of her survival. It was easy to hold back the muscles in her face. She lost track of the words he was saying as he spoke. Salem counted it as a victory.<br><br>As Aubrey finished, Salem felt like she had an opportunity to address the Ambassador. She hadn’t much had a chance to speak yet, and the other two on her side of the discussion weren’t the type to scold her for speaking out of turn. Smith seemed to be speaking to them as a group, and Salem had a rather salient point that looked like a giant billboard in her mind. But she didn’t feel right. She decided to stay quiet. <em>‘There’s nothing I can add really that isn’t obvious or momentum breaking. I’ll let the adults talk.’</em> Salem still felt like a brat most of the time. The reality of her age hadn’t caught up to her. She was immature beneath all of that stoic stillness. However, in the most mature of ways possible, she was childish: Still, reflecting, and calm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>03-03-2017, 18:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Taking the tour<br><hr><br>Bobby didn't outwardly react when the girl turned to face him and immediately silenced her response. He could see her lips seal though, and knew that who he was had stopped her. It was nice not to argue, but it was sad that his past helped him. He would prefer an argument to a silent fear. He was already used to people shying away from him for too long, and he didn't want that anymore. But then trying to speak and resolve it never tended to work so well. He listened to Salem's reply and halfway agreed. The question was fair, but it was how the other girl worded it that made it sound like she had poor priorities, and a negative attitude. At least to him. He felt like he at least owed her an apology for his part in disrupting things.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, my bad Salem." </strong><br><br>Her talk of gaining control intrigued him. Of course he was far from a sniveling girl, but he feared the side of him that so deeply lacked in control. He needed to find and maintain some form of stability. Perhaps he would try and speak to her about that. Although she seemed a little nervous of him, it was often hard to tell. His paranoia about how he was perceived often meant he saw small signs of nerves that weren't there.<br><br>He already knew full well where his room was, making sure he had a place to get away from others was addressed very early on his transfer. Given his past it was considered very essential that he was able to separate himself if necessary. That and his personal draw to isolation. Hurting people was what he did, and being near them was still a risk. Bobby decided he may as well stick around with Salem and anyone else who didn't need a break. But he didn't have much to say, and talking in public didn't normally go so well. Instead he lent lightly against the wall, keeping his head down and his body language distinctly closed off. He just listened to the other girl talk, admittedly being at least a bit curious how things were here. Chaos didn't suit him, so he hoped things were at least somewhat controlled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>03-03-2017, 19:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Heather Donald (Posting Order) - CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is trying to not embarrass herself in front of the cool girls, but is worried that she might not fit in with them since she's not the definition of "pretty."<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This sweater (https://66.media.tumblr.com/a9111e31e29a6eaf3ccbef24cb0e454b/tumblr_o88usvemPp1rtk5dzo1_1280.jpg), dark skinny jeans, an old pair of Converse sneakers, and finger-less gloves. (https://steampunkwolf.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.524557974_cj76.jpg)<br><hr>Tessa looked over to Kitty as she spoke, smiling slightly as she offered her assistance with remembering their names. It was a good idea and she appreciated the help, given that most people in this school did have two different names. Tess tended not to go by hers, not being used to it, but was hoping that eventually she would feel comfortable enough to go by her new name and let her old life die. She had chosen the name Hourglass with the thought of her powers in mind, but it also fit her body shape as well, though most would never know. Her clothes tended to be baggy and over-sized, not giving much shape to her body at all.<br><br>Rogue mentioned something about needing a new table, which caused her smile to fade. She looked down to her tray and picked at her food a bit. It was awkward being the new girl. She also didn't know much about Heather's reputation yet, so she simply thought Rogue meant that she was making too many friends. She ripped a piece of crust off of her grilled cheese and ate it before looking back up as Jasmine spoke to her about her feelings on the school. Her blue gray eyes watched the girl's lips as she spoke, as if studying her words, though she occasionally glanced up to her eyes, not wanting to be rude. Most of the girls laughed, which made her feel a little more at ease after Rogue's cold behavior. She half-smiled and ate another small piece of her lunch as she looked back and forth between each of the girls as they spoke. It was interesting seeing their behavior with one another and to hear their stories about how they felt living in this mansion.<br><br><strong>"My powers?"</strong> she asked, a little shocked that the conversation had come up so quickly. She thought for sure that she'd have more time to simply listen to the conversations at the table before having all attention on her again.<strong> "They're not really as cool as other powers in this school, but, um... I... I chose the name Hourglass. I have the ability to freeze time and, uh... I can rewind time. So,"</strong> she began and turned her attention to Kitty. <strong>"I guess you could remember my name because depending on how you hold an hourglass, you can turn back the sands of time or if you hold it on its side, you can stop the sand from moving at all." </strong>She didn't know if it made sense at all to anyone, but it made sense to her, which was why she had chosen the name.<br><br>She glanced back over to Rachel to see if she was still looking at her. She was. Rachel seemed to be very interested in Tessa, watching her with curious eyes, causing the new girl to feel like she knew that Tessa was hiding something. Her blue-gray eyes darted down to her grilled cheese and bit the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she had from time to time.<br><br><em>"Did you choose to come here?"</em> Rachel finally asked, as if prying for information.<br><br>Tess nodded slightly and looked back up to the girl that was speaking to her. <strong>"I... I didn't have a good life out there. I figured I'd have a better chance here,"</strong> she admitted, feeling like a simple yes or no wouldn't suffice. <strong>"What about all of you?"</strong> she asked, hoping to take the attention off of herself and find out a bit more about everyone else's stories. <strong>"Did you come here willingly or is this really a prison?"</strong> Sure, it was a dark way to put it, but she was curious how many of them actually wanted to be here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-03-2017, 02:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Cyclops, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> The meeting with Ambassador Smith for Jean Grey's project proposal<br><hr><br>Giving a nod of approval to Salem, Jean allowed the young student to speak. The girl was brilliant, but her interpersonal skills needed a bit of refinement. She was probably too nervous, maybe even more than Jean herself. Still, she was fulfilling her part in this get-together perfectly. <em>“I was right to ask her to come.”</em> Jean thought. <br><br>Jean was pleased that David brought up the students’ needs as well. That was an important point to make as well. After all, this outreach program was would help them experience the world and learn valuable life lessons.&nbsp; With this, perhaps they would not feel resentment for being denied complete freedom. Magneto offered more in this regard, but his way also brought death and hardships that children shouldn’t have to face until they were mature enough to make the decision. For now, seeing their families a bit more often would at least help lift their spirits. <br><br>Ms. Smith’s first words brought Jean some relief, and her body seemed to relax in response. Unknowingly, she had been tense all morning. Jean nodded to her, <strong>“I understand, and I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”</strong> Having an armed escort was something she was used to. Anytime she and Xavier had to attend any meetings outside of the school, they were followed by guards with power dampers. It may be an exaggerated measure, but Jean understood why people feared them. Unlike mutants like Wolverine or Beast, whose danger levels could be gauged visually, Jean and Xavier had invisible powers and thus nobody knew the true extent of their potential. That seemed to scare people more than mutants with claws and fangs.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“I have put the word out around school already. I can already tell many of them are excited by the prospect.”</strong> Jean smiled, <strong>“And I have made some lists that would work on different scenarios. Depending on what is needed, I can alter it with the right students that can make the most difference.”</strong> Jean had been preparing this project all summer, so she was ready with her answers. <br><br>When the ambassador mentioned the work with the military, Jean was a bit uncomfortable. It was not that surprising that the Government would want their help in this way, but Jean wasn’t sure it was the right idea. She also knew Xavier would be hesitant as well. The thought of having the government use mutants as tools of war was something they had been trying to avoid. Even with the first group, Xavier often wondered if he was robbing the X-Men of their chance to be simple teenagers. <br><br><strong>“I would have to discuss that with Professor Xavier.”</strong> Jean replied after a brief pause, <strong>“For one thing, the students who may participate in these missions would have to be over eighteen.”</strong> They could not stop them if they were of age, so that would be their decision to participate. <strong>“There might be some negotiation on the details, but I’m sure we can accommodate on the other aspects.”</strong> She finished, not making any promises just yet.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 00:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the main entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, &amp; OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Conversing with Abigail while Bobby listens. Salem is nervous, she's getting along with Abi and she's afraid to mess it up.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br><strong> THE MAP:</strong> Map of Xavier's mansion (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/3/33/X-Men_Annual_Vol_2_1_Inside_The_Xmansion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100117204841) See Sun Wukong for any clarifications or confusions regarding this image and the game's mansion.<br><hr>Salem hadn’t so much expected anybody to stick around with her. It wasn’t that… no one ever stuck around to hang out with Salem. It’s that only one person ever really talked to Salem when it wasn’t for professional reasons or something similar. She blamed herself for this social exclusion. All of Salem’s social behavior was dictated by some kind of forward progress. She was either learning, or meeting with ambassadors, or giving tours, being a TA for Alleyne, taking flight instructions from Logan, and so on. Very rarely did she sit down and just talk, or stand and talk. <br><br>She was in her own space against the railing, just sort of thinking about boys and her loneliness. Her eyes sank behind her visor. She lived in a shell that she couldn’t escape from. She never thought that Abigail and Bobby would stick around. Everyone else scattered off to their rooms. <br><br>So, she was gone when Abi started speaking, her head flashed in Abi’s direction a bit too quickly. She had been scared actually, but didn’t show it much further than the rapid shift of attention. A smile immediately crossed her lips. <em>‘Ooh.’</em> Her mind blanked and it was difficult to listen. She was astonished at the idea of Abi talking to her at all, let alone apologizing. Salem didn’t turn as Abi spoke, so she didn’t know that Bobby was leaning up against the wall behind them. Salem did turn her shoulders and nodded to Abigail subtly. She had little ways of communicating non-verbally that she’d learned over the last few years to make up for being unable to make eye contact. The nod and the slight smile said what eyes usually say, <em>‘yes, I’m here to listen, go ahead.’</em><br><br>Salem giggled a bit when Abi mentioned that Salem didn’t lash out like she could have lashed out. <strong>“I suppose I could’ve been more strict, yeah. I understand. We can all be pretty bitchy sometimes.”</strong> Salem adjusted her sleeve without thinking about it. <strong>“It’s hard adjusting to new places.”</strong><br><br>Salem found herself comfortable almost right away with Abi, the new girl was asking about how long Salem had been there, but there were a few thoughts cycling around Cyclops’ brain. Still unaware that Bobby had stayed behind, she gave herself a moment to think before she answered the question.<br><br><strong>“I think we come from a similar place. I’m not sure what your past is like, but I know what you mean, ‘reverting to what you know best.’ It took me a long time to stop treating everyone like they hated me here.”</strong> Salem smiled at Abigail. <strong>“I’ve been here for six years, about. Like my entire life, it feels like.”</strong> Her jokes weren’t good. Still, she gave some effort. <strong>“It’s actually pretty controlled around here. It’s no prison, that’s for sure. If you wanted to run away, no one would shoot you down.”</strong> She smiled, thinking that she had been a bit clever. All of Salem’s jokes were based off of reality, and rarely was any of them actually a joke. <strong>“I haven’t accidentally fired off a beam in a few years. Control of our powers comes first here.”</strong> She didn’t want to sugarcoat the truth though. <strong>“Of course, it’s not all sunshine and lollipops. There’s a lot of pain here. Our kind”</strong> - <em>‘that felt weird to say’</em>- <strong>“has been sort of persecuted lately. The tension is in the air a lot, and the students here have some pretty traumatic pasts.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Nothing serious ever happens though. Someone’s always awake though, there are a few students that actually don’t sleep. Never a dull moment, that’s for sure.”</strong><br><br>Salem wasn’t making a decision to ignore Bobby. She was enjoying the conversation with Abigail as she waited for everyone to get back. It was a great chance to bond with another person, which Salem didn’t get often, a small break in the professional tour to be social. So she seized it. <strong>“Tell me about where you came from. If you don’t mind talking about it.” </strong>Salem put both of her hands on the rail again and revelled in the sight of the staircase below her, the distant sound of students talking and laughing in the dorms and in the halls on the 1st floor. She really did feel at home here. <strong>“I’d like to know.”</strong> She was an honest girl, a pretty girl, and smart with a pension for the dramatic. it was a shame that she was so lonely. <br><br>She looked calm, unwavering, and slightly detached. The truth was different behind the visor. This little talk was going so well, she was actually getting worked up about it. She’d never made a good first impression before, not really, nothing like this. The pain was far from evident on her face, or her voice. She seemed collected and reserved. But, the tears welling in her eyes were real. She just didn’t know where they were coming from. She wasn’t about to weep or spill the tears, but her body was responding to the anxiety of maybe making a new friend. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 19:37:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Sometimes peace and quiet were all someone needed. Sometimes, peace and quiet was where someone was comfortable enough to be themselves. Not everyone was a social butterfly, and knew how to navigate the twisting currents of their age group. Especially in a school setting. With so many young men and women from various background, with various beliefs and personalities, all crammed into the same spot...It was inevitable that something would happen. That people would clash, and tempers flair. That those who could assert themselves over those that could not did. The staff and teachers couldn't be everywhere at once, after all. <br><br>And it wasn't helped that they were, in essence, a prison. The majority of them were tagged by the government, implanted with trackers that would alert the authorities if they left the ground. Soldiers had a perimeter around the school. It might be better than being placed in Ryker's Island, but even a gilded cage was still a cage.<br><br>Rahne was still not quite herself after the incident in the lunchroom a few days prior. She was staying away from the few people she usually socialized with, in particular avoiding those that had gotten in trouble trying to help her. All of the misfortunes in her life happened because of things she couldn't control. She was hated because she was a mutant, and she was scorned because she didn't accept or celebrate the fact she was a mutant. Raised by a reverend that had convinced her she was a living example of sin, she couldn't even find solace in her faith as of late.<br><br>But she could find solace in the quiet. The weather seemed like it would be poor that day, so instead of retreating to her little forest cove to hide, she had found a quiet and secluded corner of the library. Back near the thick legal volumes and tax code, she doubted many people would wander her way. The tiny table she had claimed was hidden by the shelves, so unless someone was actively hunting through the library to find her, most would never know she was there. And for once, she didn't have her Bible open to read. Instead, a fiction book. A guilty pleasure, one she enjoyed a fair bit. <em>The Perks of Being A Wallflower,</em> by Stephen Chbosky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 00:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Her New Roommate and actually enjoying it<br><hr><br>Medusa was a bit surprised when Kitty had admitted that there was possibly a guy that might be interested in her, but then when she also admitted that there was possibly another girl as well, her eyebrows were raised just a bit.&nbsp; Sure, she understood that girls could like other girls, she had seen it herself from a pair of teenage girls that she'd known on the streets.&nbsp; They had been very open about their relationship and, if rumors were true, they had even used some men's interest in their relationship to their advantage by charging them money to be allowed to watch the two girls have sex with each other.&nbsp; Whether or not this was true, it was a pretty genius idea since it avoided having to touch the men while still making money.&nbsp; It it wasn't for her own mutation, she might've considered a similar idea if she could've found someone willing to get involved in it with her.<br><br><strong>"Romance is always a mess,"</strong> Medusa said softly, <strong>"So don't think you're the only one who has a hard time with it.&nbsp; I was in love once, but that.....well.......it's a long story."</strong>&nbsp; She hoped that Kitty wouldn't pry at the moment since she didn't really want to go down that path for now.&nbsp; Perhaps, at some other time, she might be willing to talk about it, but right now she didn't.&nbsp; <strong>"But if they decide that they're really not all that interested in your ass, just let me know.&nbsp; I could be persuaded to be interested I think."</strong>&nbsp; She winked playfully, hoping to establish a lighter mood rather than allowing it to get darker in the wake of their discussions of romance or the lack of it.<br><br>When they arrived in the dining hall, Medusa was momentarily taken aback by the sheer amount of food that was available.&nbsp; However, that rapidly disappeared as she started to select her food, getting a cheeseburger with fries, a soda, and a large piece of chocolate cake.&nbsp; As they sat down, she looked around and saw that there were a few other students there, but they seemed to be wrapped up in their own business and left the pair of roommates alone, for which Medusa was grateful as she wasn't really up to dealing with anyone else at the moment.&nbsp; She was just smiling as they talked about things that could be done around here and when the idea of training and her powers came up, she laughed lightly as she took a bite of her cheeseburger.<br><br><strong>"I think that you might be surprised,"</strong> she said, <strong>"My mutation isn't really one that lends itself to combat."</strong>&nbsp; As she said that, she decided to have a little bit of fun.&nbsp; Focusing a bit, she allowed a small section of her hair to grow and stretch out towards Kitty's plate.&nbsp; The strands wrapped around a small tomato and pulled it back until it was in front of her and she plucked it free with her hand and popped it into her mouth with a chuckle.&nbsp; <strong>"I'd show you the other part of my mutation, but I don't want to have to carry you back to the room.&nbsp; Let's just say that Medusa is a very fitting nickname for me."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 01:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> TV room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> The famous 'whats your power' conversation<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br><hr><strong>“Thanks.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather was a gentle girl, she was especially sparing then as she crossed the room toward Abigail. <br><br>Heather was a sweet person with a lot of problems. And all of them were currently hiding under her naked left arm. This was a refreshing opportunity. It was rare for her to come across someone that had no idea what kind of person she was. Smiling, Heather made her way over to the small couch and squeezed in against the far end. She didn’t want to send any kind of open message to the girl. Immediately, Heather found several things to be very attractive about this midnight-blonde pixie dream girl in her tv room. But she knew it would be in bad nature to act on them immediately. She was a slut, but she had some restraint, and she wasn’t feeling so sexy at the moment.<br><br>She still looked sexy, she wasn’t wearing makeup at all, and her clothing was anything but naturally appealing, but she couldn’t really hide herself. Even in the worst of moods, muddy, and crying, there was something to Heather that made her permeate sexuality. <br><br>As she sat down she pulled her knees up into her chest and let the movie wash over her. It was a simple joy, enjoying a film. Heather had always been able to find the wonder and the excitement in any movie, even if she didn’t like the genre, even if it was scary, even if it didn’t make sense, and even if she’d come in to watch it late. One of her best traits was that she didn’t really ask questions about what she was watching. It made her an ideal partner for watching anything. Because she had no preference, and she never needed backstory or explanation.<br><br>It also meant that talking about other things during the film was just as exciting as watching. So when Abi started introducing hersel, she turned to face the blonde happily. There was no distinct smile on her face, but she was clearly enjoying the idea of talking to someone. <strong>“Hi.”</strong>&nbsp; Her voice was a cheery bell of good taste. <strong>“I’m Highlights. My hair grows like this… on my legs too.” </strong> She was holding a clump of hair in her hand and holding it in front of her face. Sometimes, it was still odd to think that her hair was growing in rainbow patterns. She would have been so jealous of herself if it had never happened.<br><br><strong>“It’s nice to meet you. It makes sense though… That we haven't met yet. This is your first night.”</strong>&nbsp; She trailed off, some of the action in the movie stealing her attention for a split second. Turning back, her eyelids fluttered and she made eye contact again. <strong>“I Don’t usually sleep, so I’m in here almost every night for a little while.”</strong>&nbsp; One of her legs fell down to the floor and she turned her hips toward Abigail. She wasn’t facing her, but opening herself up to more conversation. <br><br>Heather felt the question lingering, <strong>“My mutation is pretty useless. But if you’re feeling tired I can fix that for ya.”</strong>&nbsp; She made a joke and an offer at the same time. She was giggling in her words very softly, the feintest hint of a laugh hidden in necessary syllables. <strong>“I’m like a people battery, I guess. I can store energy and give it to people who are running low on it.”</strong>&nbsp; Xavier had also been trying to teach her to use her powers as a field medic, but the idea of being in battle, and healing people who might be dying scared her. <br><br><strong>“Whaaaat iis- your thing?”</strong>&nbsp; Heather knew that the question could have sounded rude, so she put an affectation on it to make it more of a playful hint than anything else. It was almost an unwritten rule for mutants at the school to ask about each other’s powers. In normal schools, the question is ‘what’s your major.’ At Xavier’s mansion, it was much more complicated. <strong>“We all have a thing, round here.”</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes flashed up to the corner of the room to gesture to the rest of the mansion. Her eyes weren’t on the television anymore, and it never occurred to Heather that Abi might rather be watching the movie.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong> <br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 01:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn02.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2015/12/ashley-benson-bday-wishes-from-pll-cast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, near the main entrance.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911), Bobby (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12977312#msg12977312), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking with Salem and keeping a nervous eye on Bobby.<br><hr><br>Bobby's apology had surprised Medusa.&nbsp; Not that it was aimed at her, which it wasn't and she didn't care, but the fact that he'd offered one at all.&nbsp; The Bobby, or rather Snapdragon, that she knew about wouldn't have apologized for anything.&nbsp; He would've ripped them both apart and laughed as he did it.&nbsp; That was really her first real clue that something was off.&nbsp; Either the stories about him were greatly exaggerated, something that was hard to believe given how many stories and how much evidence there had been attached to them, or something had changed in the guy.&nbsp; She wasn't sure which one, but it had the wheels in her head turning even as she continued to speak to Salem while they waited for the rest of the tour group to return.<br><br>When Salem mentioned them coming from similar places, Medusa really did have to fight not to snort again.&nbsp; She truthfully had no idea what sort of past Salem possessed, so she wasn't about to assume that she had a worse history than her.&nbsp; But the girl had been here for six years, she now knew, and felt that knowing that would help with understanding why she was chosen to be leading this show.&nbsp; Six years was a long time to get used to a place and learn how things worked.&nbsp; If Medusa thought of this like a prison, which she still did in a way, then Salem was the one that she could talk to in order to learn how things functioned around here and how to get around things, although she doubted the second part would happen since she seemed very clean-cut.<br><br>After a few moments of talking about stuff, Salem asked Medusa about her past and where she came from.&nbsp; She thought about it for a moment before realizing that it would all come out eventually.&nbsp; So she just nodded and took a deep breath, fairly sure that Bobby was also listening to the conversation.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I was raised in an orphanage until I was ten years old,"</strong> she began, <strong>"And then I ran away and wound up on the streets in Chicago.&nbsp; It was rough at first, figuring out how things worked and finding my way.&nbsp; But I eventually figured it out and did alright for myself."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't get too heavily into what she'd done to survive or what had happened along the way.&nbsp; That was something that Salem could ask her about later if she wanted to do so, but Medusa didn't really feel like it was something that she wanted to get out too much.&nbsp; <strong>"And not all that long ago, I got caught and arrested,"</strong> she said, not saying what she was arrested for, <strong>"I was pretty sure I was going to spend a long time in jail, then Xavier shows up, and next thing I know I'm on my way here."</strong><br><br>She knew that she'd glossed over alot of details.&nbsp; Some of the details she actually didn't know, like how Xavier had managed to get the authorities to agree to release her into his care in this school.&nbsp; And some of them were intensely personal, like her relationship with Him and what had happened to cause that relationship to be ended.&nbsp; However, that didn't mean that she wouldn't answer some questions from Salem, but she also noticed that Salem seemed to be very eager to have this conversation.&nbsp; It was almost like the girl was eager to have someone to talk to, which struck Medusa as odd since she figured that Salem had to have plenty of friends, having been here for so long.&nbsp; However, even as she was having this talk, she felt a small swell of guilt in her as she noticed Bobby still nearby and realized that she wasn't being fair to him.&nbsp; He seemed to be different that she thought he would be.<br><br>She bit her lip for a moment as she looked at Salem and smiled lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"Looks like the others are taking their time getting back,"</strong> she noted, <strong>"But I'm sure they'll be back at some point.&nbsp; Maybe after I get settled in around here, we could hang out or something?"</strong>&nbsp; She knew that she was extending the olive branch and that wasn't something she normally did.&nbsp; But she was going to at least attempt to be diplomatic with the people around here.&nbsp; And speaking of which.&nbsp; <strong>"What about you, big guy?"</strong> she asked, trying to be as calm as possible as she addressed Bobby, <strong>"How'd you end up here after everything that happened involving you?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 01:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching Fast and Furious and being joined by Heather.<br><hr><br>As the other girl sat down on the far end of the couch, putting as much space as possible between the two of them while being on the same piece of furniture, one thing that Medusa noticed was that she positively oozed sexuality.&nbsp; Sure, she wasn't dressed sexually or seemed to be making any effort, but there was an aura around her that just made on take notice of her in that manner.&nbsp; Medusa had encountered it before, but she had never really been that close to it and found it to be a rather interesting feeling.&nbsp; However, the other girl seemed to be interested in the movie, which was probably a good thing since Medusa really did enjoy this movie, but eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she wanted to know who it was she was sitting there with.&nbsp; And fortunately, the girl seemed to be willing to talk as well.<br><br>When she was given the other girl's name, she smiled.&nbsp; It was fun to realize how other mutants seemed to really like giving each other nicknames that matched something about themselves.&nbsp; Although the comment about her hair growing in that rainbow fashion on her legs as well made Medusa giggle a bit as she couldn't help but realize that if that was the case, it also grew in a rainbow fashion somewhere else as well.&nbsp; But she got herself under control fairly quickly as she noticed Highlights attention on the television for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Yep, my first night in someplace that's actually safe,"</strong> she noted as she hinted at her past, <strong>"And that's going to take some getting used to for me.&nbsp; A pity that your hair isn't dyed, though, I was thinking I was going to try to convince you to tell me how you did it.&nbsp; Looks like I won't be getting that information out of you anytime soon."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly to show she was joking.<br><br>When Highlights shifted her body a bit, Medusa did the same, her torso facing Highlights more to show that her interest was less in the movie and more in the conversation, which it was.&nbsp; And when the talk came to Highlight's powers, she nodded along as she smiled lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"That doesn't strike me as useless at all,"</strong> she noted, <strong>"In fact, that seems like a pretty handy ability to have.&nbsp; I can just imagine a number of applications for it in addition to apparently not needing to sleep all that much."</strong>&nbsp; She meant that statement innocently enough, but she also realized that there were plenty of much more fun uses for that sort of power should one be able to manage it.&nbsp; However, she knew nothing about Highlights and didn't want to make any sort of assumption about the girl and how she could use her powers.&nbsp; And then the topic of her powers came up and she thought about it for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Well, I suppose the most significant part about my 'thing', as you put it, is that I can paralyze someone temporarily by looking them in the eyes if I want,"</strong> she said, hoping that Highlights understood that it was something she had to do intentionally and couldn't happen by accidental eye contact, <strong>"And then there's a second part of my power that isn't really all that useful, but it's sort of cool."</strong>&nbsp; She grinned as her blonde hair started to grow even longer, going from just below her shoulders, all the way down her back, and beginning to pool behind her.&nbsp; That was until it separated into two segments and both stretched across the couch and started to tickle Highlight's cheeks.&nbsp; <strong>"There's a reason that I'm referred to as Medusa."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled lightly as she waited to see how Highlights would react to this rather playful display of her power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 02:17:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Taking the tour (Minor talk about depression. Inner monologue mentions suicide attempts.)<br><hr><br>Salem seemed to have missed him as he lent against the wall. He couldn't blame her as he was very quiet about remaining. That and nobody would really expect a guy like him to stick around. He kept to himself as the two girls chatted. If anything it was nice to see ordinary, or ordinary to him, human interaction. It was something he'd been very starved of. Salem seemed to be happy to have someone to converse with, so far as he could make out. It was unusually hard to read her with the lack of eye contact. That and her body language was a little unusual. Not enough to be glaringly obvious to most, but with how fast he perceived things it was clear. Perhaps they shared some form of social issues. Bobby knew full well he wasn't gifted with people.<br><br>After a little longer talking of the control he so badly desired he heard her ask the background of the other girl. Bobby quietly paid attention but tried to make sure he didn't seem like he was eavesdropping. After all, this wasn't his business. Immediately he felt a brief pang, as she mentioned the orphanage and the streets. Of course it sounded like she had been more of a victim of misfortune than Bobby ever had been. Not a lot really could present a threat to him. Still, she appeared to have got a hold of things fairly well. He noticed her glance at him and looked back, trying his best to smile and appear non-threatening. <br><br>He wasn't quite sure what to say when she asked how he'd got here. Part of him questioned it. He didn't truly believe he deserved to be here. But learning to control and contain himself was better than being imprisoned for life. He took the softest tone he could despite his deep and rough voice as he replied. <br><br><strong>"Three years solitary. No talking. No people. Just me and a square room day after day. I hit a year without..."</strong><br><br>He drifted off. He didn't know how to describe it. There was a moment that the guilt and pain in his head was plainly obvious. Things flashed through his head. Eventually he settled on trying to keep it simple. <br><br><strong>"Without doing anything bad on purpose. I meditate a lot. I just try to find peace. Now I'm just trying to be a person. If I can atone for what I've done, I will. I don't deserve this life, or to be here."</strong><br><br>He certainly wasn't looking for pity, instead just trying to be honest. He didn't think he belonged in the mansion. If Charles had been any less compelling in asking him to come here he would've remained willingly in solitary. Hell he'd have happily died for his sins. He tried a couple of times back in L.A. Unfortunately he always lit up before the bullet hit, and they didn't do much more than sting. Once he managed to scar himself with a revolver. If he ever hurt anyone else he knew full well he wouldn't be capable of living with the guilt. As he thought on and on he was grateful of the pace he could think. This was all imperceptibly quick to the girls he was talking to. His self-hatred's true depths were for him to know. Although there was no way they would have missed the twinge and pained face he made when he had talked about Snapdragon earlier. He hated even thinking that name, let alone saying it. It was dangerous to dwell on the topic, even if it didn't upset him so much. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 10:53:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> TV room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> The conversation continues as the girls meet each other.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br><hr>It was all about human connection.<br><br>Heather smiled at Abigail, it was so nice to meet new people, to learn new facts about the world through another’s eyes. She felt a fairly instant kinship with Medusa. There was something special about this school. Everyone here had something in common without having much similar about them at all. They were able to console each other just by meeting each other. It was Heather’s favorite part of going to school here. So, as the conversation shifted away from the acton movie, Heather felt another surge of happiness was up from her chest.<br><br>The topic of conversation was hair dye.<strong> “Oohh. You’re sweet.”</strong>&nbsp; She said out loud, unable to draw a difference between a thought and a word. She had no concept of how powerful words could be, and her compliments always rang out of her lips with a slight flavor of seduction. Abigail hadn’t even been too sweet. It was just second nature for Highlights. <strong>“I think there are a few girls that color their hair around here, and it’s not like we can’t learn how to do it.” </strong> Hair shifted into usefulness of being a human cappuccino machine. Heather giggled in response and rolled her eyes at her own fortune. <strong>“I have way too much time on my hands.” </strong> It was clear that she wasn’t exaggerating, but her tone was light and the smile on her face also suggested that she was joking quite a bit as well. She eased through that topic and kept up with Medusa as they sprang forward into the discussion of powers.<br><br>Heather couldn’t help from reacting to the information about Medusa’s power. Heather hadn’t done a lot of learning about mythical figures from ancient greek poems. So, she knew that Medusa had snakes for hair, and that was all. And she didn’t know where that knowledge had come from. <strong>“Now that’s a power.” </strong> Her internal monologue was still fast asleep as she buzzed on the sofa. By this point both of her legs were up on the sofa and her shoulders were turned all the way to Abi. <br><br>She thought about being paralyzed, and her spine crawled, her whole body sort of cringed as her face soured at the idea. She was still smiling though, as affable as ever. <strong>“Just by looking at them! I love that! I could use that.” </strong> Heather didn’t like to think much about how she could change things in the past, so she just imagined a few scenarios and enjoyed them privately. Both of them revolved around girls she’d been very recently intimate with. <em>‘How long has it been since I’ve been with a guy?’</em> Finally, a thought happened in her brain without it spilling from her silly little lips.<br><br>The answer never came to her though, Medusa’s hair was tickling at her cheek before she could put a second thought together. She was laughing and smiling as if she were some kind of animated child’s program. The bubbling giggle made her cheeks blush a bit, but not much else changed about her. She put her hands up out of instinct, but she didn’t block Medusa’s hair from doing it’s thing. <strong>“That is so much fun. I have a hair growth thing too, about three inches a day. But that’s awesome, you’re like the Rapunzel!”</strong> <br><br>Heather knew Disney movies better than she knew anything else, so her mind didn’t completely grasp why Medusa was a good choice for a girl with paralyzing powers and hair that could grow like that. She thought about maybe asking, but she figured it was probably something she’d never learned and instead decided to keep getting know the more important things about this girl.<br><br><strong>“So, tell me more! I love a good story. Birthday, favorite foods, ex boyfriends, whatever.” </strong> Heather heard a whole bunch of screeching tires and looked up at the movie. <strong>“Oh, sorry, unless you wanna watch the movie.” </strong> She laughed at herself for losing track of reality while having their conversation. <strong>“Seriously though, first night jitters or whatever. It might be weird to not go to bed and stuff, but if you’ve tried and you're tired or whatever. I can wake you up in like two seconds. Free of charge.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather let herself hang in between the act of conversing, watching a movie, and possibly giving her new friend Abi a dose of her signature ‘Highlights-nightlife-lifeline.’ She held her hand up toward Abi palm first, and spread her fingers a bit. All of her digits flexed together, inviting Abi to lace their fingers together. <strong>“Just a touch, but I warn you, it’ll keep you up all night…” </strong> She gave Abi a polite smile with her eyes as she more modestly tightened her lips together. Her fingers all flexed again with a bit more panache this time.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong> <br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 11:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the main entrance<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, &amp; OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Conversing with Abigail and Bobby as the tour group re-gathers. Inpure thoughts!!!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br><strong> THE MAP:</strong> Map of Xavier's mansion (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/3/33/X-Men_Annual_Vol_2_1_Inside_The_Xmansion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100117204841) See Sun Wukong for any clarifications or confusions regarding this image and the game's mansion.<br><hr>Salem took her calculated approach to the conversation, waiting for Medusa to reach a natural resting point as she cataloged each topic while they skipped through Salem’s concentration. As medusa gave the paraphrased version of her history, Salem turned her body enough to see Bobby off to the side of them. She didn’t jump, but her head did pivot on a strange axis, cocking it to the side. <strong>“Oh, Hi Bobby. Quiet over there.”</strong> Medusa took the opportunity to address Bobby. So, Salem held her tongue a bit longer.<br><br>She stored all of her points of focus in a small pocket of her mind and clung onto them with different keywords, like fingers slipped into different parts of a book. Bobby’s past was about as troubled as Salem expected it to be. There was a lot of weight to it. But it didn’t feel like he was attracting any sympathy towards his situation, nor did it seem like he was trying to belittle Medusa’s pain by exacerbating the conversation with his own. It was simple, he’d been asked, and he was giving his fair response.<br><br>Salem nodded in his direction. She was starting to understand him better than she thought she would. She couldn’t imagine that kind of experience, it sounded more like a piece of fiction than a memory as she heard it. Of course, she knew the story to be true, it only made sense with his background and his crimes. <em>‘There’s always this gravity in his world.’</em> Salem’s mind grasped the real complexity quickly. <em>‘He’s constantly suffering.’</em><br><br><strong>“I probably don’t understand, Bobby. I probably never will.”</strong> Her shoulders opened to him, she leaned back against the railing with a firm group on the wood. <strong>“But I’ll always be here if you need someone to talk to, someone to help you explain parts of the world that don’t make sense.” </strong>One of his sentences troubled her deeply, but she wasn’t sure how to address it. <em>‘Who does deserve life?’ </em>She didnd’t know the answer to that question, so she chose to avoid it completely. <br><br>She allowed a moment for Bobby to react to her. <br><br>She smiled and looked back to Abigail. <strong>“I grew up in orphanages too. A few of them, different cities, never Chicago though. Mostly up in New England.”</strong> Salem had very recently learned about the distant past in her life, but none of that really felt relevant to her. She still didn’t remember any of it happening, and it was nothing short of loco to anyone with real world problems, even some as devastating and traumatic as Bobby’s. Trying to explain that your mother was kidnapped by aliens and raped was complicated, especially when she didn’t even understand how that was possible. <strong>“I think you’ll find this place to be a lot like them, lots of sibling rivalry and little pretend pecking orders. There’s even chores. You’ll fit right in.”</strong><br><br>As Salem finished up her related history with Abigail, a few of the kids started to file back in from their rooms, they joined Salem by the staircase. Three of them essentially walking in all together. One of them had been Salem’s little assistant. When she came back, she stood directly beside the tour guide and looked down along the staircase. <br><br><strong>“We’ll wait for everyone to get back and then we’ll be on our way again.” </strong>They still needed three or four more. Salem started looking for the roster of the tour to do a checklist, and make sure she wasn’t leaving anyone behind. <br><br>As she waited, she turned to Abigail to continue the more grown up conversation they were having.<em> ‘I must be getting good at this.’</em> Salem couldn’t help from smiling as she and Abi continued to have one small bonding moment after another. <em>‘First all of this progress with Rogue.’ - ‘Now I’m sort of getting along with Medusa.’ </em>Not everyone at the mansion liked Salem, but she could feel herself acting as a better communicator over the last few months. <em>‘I’m even hitting it off with Alleyne and Logan.’ </em>She thought about her TA and her flight instructor. <em>‘Jean Grey too.’ </em>Salem’s social boundaries were still largely professional, but she was starting to understand that those engagements had a social backbone to their structure. She was learning how to mix the two worlds, and she was learning how to talk to people effectively, and make friends without trying to prove something to the people around her constantly. <br><br><strong>“And Medusa, I almost forgot. Getting together sometime sounds fun. We’ll find something to do, there’s a lot on the grounds. I have a lot of classes, but I’ll find time for something. It’s too bad We can’t leave the grounds. You seem like the type that would like a good motorcycle ride.”</strong> Salem gave Medusa a rare grin, one that hinted at mischief. Salem’s bike had enough for two, and back in the day, she used to take girls out to the mall to go shopping, and come back. <strong>“One of these days, though.”</strong> Nowadays, asking a girl out a motorcycle ride meant something different than it used to. Salem’s new found attraction to the fairer sex was as intimidating as it was exciting. Medusa was definitely some one she could see herself being close with. <br><br>Still waiting for the rest of the tour group to collect. Salem gave Bobby a good long look from the other side of the room. There wasn’t much of an expression on her face. She was mostly just looking him over to get a measurement of how sexy she found him in comparison to Abi.<em> ‘That didn’t help much.’ </em>Salem couldn’t tell. Each of them appealed to her in very different ways. But her mind was in the gutter no matter. <em>‘I’ve gotta fix this soon. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about sleeping with two of the students in my tour group.’ </em><br><br>Granted, Bobby wasn’t much of a student, but he would be learning there with everyone just the same. She continued to debate in her mind what was more appealing, a woman’s breasts or the angry stubble on a man’s chin.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>-End of Scene-</em></span></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 19:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging out and about to get a charge from Heather.<br><hr><br>It had been a long time since Medusa had actually felt this relaxed around someone she barely knew.&nbsp; Normally she greeted everyone she met with a measure of caution and distrust.&nbsp; Even Salem and Kitty, both of whom she'd met and liked, still hadn't made her feel all that comfortable yet.&nbsp; Perhaps that was part of why she'd been unable to sleep since for her sleeping in the same room as someone had always been a risk.&nbsp; Even though she was moderately comfortable in saying that Kitty wouldn't do anything to her, her natural instincts were to be distrustful and hold back at least a little bit until she knew and understood how Kitty thought and operated.&nbsp; And as for Salem, she seemed nice enough but it would be a bit before Medusa was really comfortable with her or anyone really.<br><br>But for some reason, Highlights just made her feel comfortable. It was almost like the two of them had known each other for a long time and she had a comfort level with the other girl despite having never met her before.&nbsp; One such sign of this surprising level of comfort was when she used her hair to tickle Highlights cheeks.&nbsp; She never did anything like that, especially to someone she'd met only a short time ago.&nbsp; In fact, she almost never made a display of her powers, preferring to keep them under wraps as much as possible and here she was showing off a bit.&nbsp; Then again, it was a harmless trick so it wasn't like she was putting anyone at risk of being harmed and it seemed to please Highlights so she did it for a bit longer before she would allow her hair to return to its more natural length.<br><br>As she was asked to tell more stories about her, her smile faltered just a little bit.&nbsp; The truth was she didn't have a whole lot of fun stories.&nbsp; Well they were fun in their own sense, but she wasn't sure if Highlights would find them interesting.&nbsp; Then again, she seemed nice and friendly and Medusa was enjoying the girl's company so she decided to open up.&nbsp; <strong>“Alright, so you know I can paralyze people.&nbsp; What you don't know is that I lived on the streets until I was caught.”</strong> Medusa paused with a grin, hoping she had the girl's attention, <strong>“Well in order to make money, I used to act like I was a hooker.&nbsp; I'd let guys pick me up and then when we were alone, I'd paralyze them and take their money.&nbsp; Used to work like a charm and the best part is they couldn't report it since they were committing a crime when it happened.”</strong><br><br>She had always loved that last part.&nbsp; Even if they could remember who she was, and that was very rare, they wouldn't report it because then it would come out why they had run into her and that was a crime as well.&nbsp; So most men just shut their mouths and were grateful they lost a few hundred bucks and not their lives.&nbsp; At this point the movie was long forgotten as her body was now fully facing Highlights, her legs crossed Indian style and her shirt riding up to her thighs so that Highlights could actually see her bright pink shorts that she was sporting underneath the tee-shirt she was wearing.&nbsp; Not that Medusa really minded that at all since she was too wrapped up in having fun talking to the girl. <strong>“Ok now it's your turn to tell me something!”</strong><br><br>Leaning back, she would listen to whatever Highlights wanted to talk about until she finally offered her hand and to give her some energy.&nbsp; She looked at the hand curiously for a long time as if she wasn't sure what she wanted to do.&nbsp; At some point she'd planned to sleep, but then again she hadn't planned on having someone to talk to either.&nbsp; She looked at Heather and then she smiled.&nbsp; Medusa liked the other girl and decided that she wouldn't mind staying up all night long with her.&nbsp; <strong>“Alright, I'm in,”</strong> she said with a grin, <strong>“Not like I have anything worth doing tomorrow anyway.&nbsp; And besides, I'm having a good time so why not keep it going, right?”</strong><br><br>Leaning forward, she reached out and clasped Heather's hand, their fingers entwining as she looked at the other girl.&nbsp; She didn't know what exactly to expect, so she braced herself, almost like she thought she was going to get some sort of shock. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 12:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> TV room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> The conversation continues as the girls meet each other. Heather gives Abi a jolt of life to keep her awake for the rest of the night. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br><hr>The story’s were exhilirating. Abi had lived an interesting life, each half concept came attached to a thousand images in Heather’s mind, and she filled in all of the gaps herself. The idea of seducing a man before paralyzing him was too exciting for her. She didn’t squeal, but it was obvious that she wanted to, so she just laughed instead. <strong>“That is wild,”</strong>&nbsp; she was almost in shock. It didn’t make complete sense her mind. It was logical, it was a fun story, if not a little bit sad. But the tone between them was fun. It was nice to have such instant chemistry with someone.<br><br>Heather’s face was a picture. All of her troubles were forgotten. She suddenly felt like a normal girl again. She wasn’t sad, she wasn’t slutty, she hadn’t just made Rogue miserable. She was just enjoying herself with someone new. It could have been perceived as dangerous. In the long scheme, it was just a busy school year, and the kids were becoming adults, living in a confined space with each other.<br><br><strong>“My turn…”</strong>&nbsp; Heather had a number of stories from her short teenage years outside of the mansion. She had done most of her growing up here. It almost felt right to tell a story from the last two years, but she knew what Medusa really wanted, she wanted that stuff from before, when she was just a mutant out in the world. There wasn’t much of it, she only had one good story to tell that would come anywhere close to comparing to Medusa’s harrowing anecdote.<br><br><strong>“Oooo, I know.”</strong>&nbsp; Just like Abigail’s, Heather’s tale wasn’t so much about one night as it was a situation she’d once lived. <strong>“So… I was sort of my mom’s mom…”</strong>&nbsp; It sounded funny coming out of her mouth. <strong>“My boyfriend was twenty three when I was fifteen, and he sort of paid the bills, and ran the house. I had all kinds of friends over all the time. I miss him to be honest.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather was about to expose part of herself that she probably could have kept to herself, but it was too late before she said it. <strong>“He would let me sleep around with whoever I wanted. It was never an issue. Not like it is here…”</strong> <br><br>Heather was a pretty foolish girl, her eyes rolled and she shrugged off the serious comment with an attitude that made it seem like it had nothing to do with her here, even though it obviously did. Heather felt the pangs after she said it. <em>‘Oh shit…’</em> Now Abi basically knew everything, Heather was probably single, probably kind of slutty, liked older men, had a weird family. It was all out like an open wound. She didn’t regret it, but she felt silly afterward.<br><br><hr><br>As the conversation shifted, as her hand dangled in front of her, she focused on the feeling of Abi’s fingers lacing between hers. Nothing was happening yet, but that didn’t stop Heather from squeeing. <strong>“Eeeh! This is exciting.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather had seen Abi making the decision right before the blonde had actually said that she was into it.<br><br><strong>“Ok. So, I’m not sure what it feels like on your end, but I’m sure it doesn’t hurt.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather sat up a little bit more straight and looked across the couch into Medusa’s eyes. <strong>“It looks pretty cool though, And don’t worry. I’ll give you another jolt before classes, you’ll be awake all day.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather’s hand was hot. Her body temperature was just slightly above normal almost constantly because she was in a constant state of rapid digestion. Everything burned a little hot. <br><br><strong>“Ready?”</strong>&nbsp; Heather waited a moment, she had everything focused. Her eyes shifted down from Abi’s gaze to the connection of their two hands. Instantly, Heather’s skin started toshine a subtle glow of rainbow pastel. It ran from her fingertips to her elbows. Abi’s had the same effect. There was a definite surge, a lightening bolt of awareness. Highlights’ power was similar to electricity, for it spread through the whole body with a tactile force, just gentle and not entirely unlike erotic excitement. It didn’t shake the recipients bones like electricity did, it jostled loose their base instincts, the life force. Heather’s power was like a blast of sunshine inside of the brain and body. The heavy feeling of being tired would lift away completely. Usually, instant hunger would follow. The first hour was like the peak of a caffeine high. And, no matter what, it was a bonding experience, like playing with a ouija board together, or sharing the pictures of a boy they both liked.<br><br>Heather gave Medusa a good tall cup. Their contact lasted about seven seconds before Heather pulled away. She actually leaned forward though, and her exciement level picked up. <strong>“Well?”</strong>&nbsp; Her first question was immediately followed by another, <strong>“How are you feelng?”</strong>&nbsp; Her smile was gentle and contagious. <strong>“Kind of fun, right?”</strong> <br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong> <br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 01:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8876779/740full-nicole-meyer.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday 6th September, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off a little, meeting a new person, singing this: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR5u9jb0PJE</div></div><hr><br>Yolande made her way through the mansion with a light smirk playing across her lips. Her sharp heels clacked against the wooden floors as she walked. Even though they were only small heels they pushed her to nearly 6'5", and she looked down on almost everyone she walked past. She noticed their eyes, and even their thoughts, and it gave her a little spike of adrenaline. Their attention felt undeniably good. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, but she had spent hours readying herself to show off a little, and she would find an excuse to if it killed her. <br><br>And so as she was walking she faintly heard the sounds of piano music. Her mind raced as she saw a clear enough opportunity to show off. She brushed her way faster past other students, heading directly for the faint sounds. Despite barely being able to hear them they sounded beautiful. The closer she got the more impressed she felt. Whoever it may be was certainly talented. As she approached the lounge doors she slowed up, eventually pausing in the doorway and listening for a little. Before long she settled on the best way to take advantage of the opportunity. She took a step into the room and began to sing. Years of singing lessens coupled with her genetically gifted body went together like a charm. Her pitch and tone were impeccable, and she even adjusted the song a little to suit the piano.<br><br><div align="center"><em>"Baby, I'll learn to touch you..."</em></div><br>Yolande paused a little, letting the words hang in the air and allowing herself to make sure she could give a quick nod to encourage the pianist to continue if she paused. She made her way elegantly across the room as she continued smoothly.<br><br><div align="center"><em>"I wanna breathe into your well <br>See, I gotta to hunt you <br>I gotta to bring you to my hell <br>Baby, I wanna fuck you, <br>I wanna feel you in my bones <br>Boy, I'm gonna love you<br>I'm gonna tear into your soul "</em></div><br>She was enjoying herself a great deal. It was lovely to show off, and singing was one of her best non-physical opportunities. She approached the girl at the piano and reached out lightly, resting her pale fingers on the piano lid carefully. She kept her singing soft now, as she was close to the pianist and they hadn't accrued too much of an audience yet. It would be rude to be any more in her face than this. Instead she just lent herself on the piano, crossing her arms a little as if singing to the stranger.<br><br><div align="center"><em>"Desire, I'm hungry <br>I hope you feed me <br>how do you want me, how do you want me?"</em></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 04:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br><hr><br>Kitty just smiled. "Yeah...romances can definitely be a mess..." Of course, Kitty couldn't help but think of her own crazy love-life at the moment. A night with Heather, a day with Piotr. In all honesty, Kitty felt quite confused...and even a little slutty. Which, in its own right was rather weird....since she hadn't really figured out her love life with Piotr, or slept with him...even though the thought of him in that locker room made her feel a little weak-kneed.<br><br>When Medusa commented again onnher ass, Kitty could only laugh, blushing once again. "I'll be sure to keep you informed. Of course...looking is free..." wow, did she REALLY just say that? Maybe the tryst with Heather had loosened her up a bit more than she realized. <br><br>Kitty was rather grateful that they had gotten to the dining hall, and seemed a bit amused at Medusa's reaction. Letting the blonde take the lead, she would settle upon just a salad with strips of chicken, and an iced tea. Grabbing some caeser dressing, she followed Medusa to a table, and sat down across from her. Dressing was poured, and a quick sip was taken of her tea, before she took a bite of the salad. It didn't seem like much...but since Kitty had just worked out, she didn't want anything really heavy.<br><br>While speaking about powers, she would grin, watching that tomato drift away. "Huh....and freezing people by looking at them, huh? Sound s like it could be damned useful in a fight..." Kitty had already decided that she wouldn't judge a Medusa based on her powers. And if Kitty wasn't allowed to down-talk her physical attributes, then she wouldn't let her new roommate downtalk her powers. "And anti-mutant laws be damned. Be proud of those powers! They can get you out of all sorts of situations. Get a little confidence in some self-defense, and you'd be a right force to reckon with..." she grinned with a wink.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">End Scene</span></strong></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 04:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>What had happened to Rahne had weighed heavily on Kitty's mind. Even after snapping the collar, Rahne had disappeared, and Kitty had thought it prudent just to let her go. At least she was free of the infernal contraptions that bullies had placed upon her. Just the thought of what had happened...especially in a place where they were all supposed to be safe...it made Kitty's blood boil. <br><br>How could people be so evil? It grinder on her something fierce. Mutants in this place were not supposed to turn on each other. They were all in a situation together, regardless of their ideologies. That some people just didn't seem to get that drove Kitty even more crazy. Sure, Rahne didn't like that she was a mutant, but it was still something she couldn't help, any more than being born female. Kitty just hoped someday that Rahne could understand.<br><br>She had seen Rahne head to the library almost an hour earlier, but had opted not to chase after her. After all, Rahne had seemed to want some alone time. Kitty could relate. Sometimes one just had to be left alone with their thoughts, and to wrestle with their personal demons. Still, an hour later, Kitty found herself slipping into the library, and shifting around...and not through...the bookshelves, finally finding the reclusive woman.<br><br>Kitty had made sure to make at least a little noise as she came into view, not wanting to completely startle Rahne. Plucking down a random book...she honestly didn't know which one just yet...she would approach the table, a small smile upon her lips. "Hey Rahne...you doing okay?" It was honestly hard to get a read upon Rahne. For now, she would walk on eggshells, and perhaps soon after move to her normal easy-going self that people seeemed to enjoy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 07:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Parlor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday September 3rd, around 2pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey, Salem Summers, Ambassador Smith, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the ambassador<br><hr><br>David couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief as Aubrey agreed to the proposition fairly easily. And the clinical tone she took on was oddly comforting. This wasn’t an ambassador telling them something they wanted to hear while she had no intention of actually going through with it; she was discussing terms, concrete things that she could take back to the officials who could put plans into action. Of course there were things he didn’t like, such as the statement of fact that government officials would have to supervise, but they’d assumed as much. <strong> “I just hope we can ensure in some way that these government officials are those who aren’t actively antagonistic towards mutants” </strong>was all David said to that point, knowing that all of them were well aware there were those who felt the only good mutant was a dead one.&nbsp; That one assurance, or at least the attempt towards it, would do wonders to help sell the presence.<br><br><br>The list of students, abilities, and their disposition brought a cocked eyebrow from David, though it was something he would request in her position.&nbsp; It seemed that she genuinely wanted Xavier academy to come out ahead in this, to show that mutants weren’t a menace. And, much as they might now wanted to have admit it, there were students there who wouldn’t make Xavier’s look its best. Jean’s admission that she had a list that she could use as a basis wasn’t a surprise of course; all of the teachers had a list of the students and their powers, just in case one of them had abilities that might give them an unfair advantage in class. And he knew that there were a few jotted down notes on students that would be up for the ‘field trips’ if they ever happened.<strong> “I’ve got some students as well that I think could be considered. Should be easy enough to get a profile completed and sent off to you.”</strong> He spoke with an easy voice, amazed that the negotiations were going as easily as they had. <strong>“And Salem, I’m sure you can help suggest some of your peers that would be a good fit.”</strong> As he added that, his eyes glanced at the older student. Just a few years younger than he was, it was interesting to note the social divide between them. Clearly something set them apart more than the few years difference should suggest. Still though, that difference was useful. Salem was a fellow student so she likely noticed things that he and other teachers might have overlooked. <br><br><br>Aubrey’s proposition of mutants fulling a military role was one that hit David rather hard though. He liked to think of himself as a pacifist in the same vein as Xavier, and that would be a hard pill to swallow for the elder professor. Even the X-men itself had been an idea that inspired much debate and that served more as a first response team than any real military presence.&nbsp; Yet Smith knew how to sell it. The intervention of a few trained mutants could save lives. An innumerable amount of lives really. And it might just sway public opinion of them. <strong>“I’m with Jean. Any sort of discussion about students assisting the military in active operations would require us to bring Professor Xavier into this.”</strong> A firm nod just reaffirmed his agreement with what Jean had said, though it was clear that gears were turning in his mind.<strong> “Not just age, I think we’d also have to stress that this would be voluntary. If you force a mutant into service by saying that it’s the only way they’re allowed off of campus... That would be a problem.”</strong><br><br><strong>"If that can happen though... I think some understandings could be reached."</strong> He said finally with a small sigh, feeling as though he was making a decision that would haunt him no matter the outcome. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 15:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>The slight noise that Kitty made was quite appreciated. In the past few days, Rahne had enough surprises, and another person just dropping in on her could have just been one case too many. Hearing someone coming, though, she glanced up from her book. Maybe it was just someone looking for a complicated legal or tax code book, but she doubted it. There weren't many here studying that, even if Robert claimed on occasion he made frequent use of them. She believed he just used that as an excuse to crash her preferred hiding spot in the library. <br><br>Seeing Kitty, she was sure her suspicions were right. She was being looked for, not books. Green eyes saw the girl pluck out a random book, before wandering to her table, asking about her. Smiling softly, if a bit sadly, the redhead lowered her book, and nodded. Even if she wasn't completely fine, she'd lie if it meant keeping someone from worrying about her. And Kitty wasn't a psychic to know she was lying.<br><br>"Ah'm fine..." she said, tone a bit quiet and tired, even as she managed a slight smile, "Were you lookin' for me? Not too many wander back this way of the library." Nodding to the seat, inviting the girl to sit if she wanted, she looked back down at the table. "Um...Ah never said it...But thank you, for the other day. Ah was...Ah just wanted t' get away...So, how is you day goin'?" Her accent was gentle, her voice quiet, as expected in a library. But if she could keep the topic off of herself, all the better. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 15:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mj38iFP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande Solomon | Meticulous, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing this on the piano, adapted to Yolande's singing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR5u9jb0PJE</div></div><hr><br>With her eyes closed, Rahne had drifted off with the music. Playing the piano was as calming a act for her as they came, and she was rather good at it. She had learned to play in the church, for mass and other ceremonies, and when Moira had adopted her the woman had helped foster the talent in the young girl. Moira had told her that her birth mother had loved the piano. She couldn't play it to save her life, but listening to it had been a favorite past time of hers. It was one of the very few things Rahne knew about her mother, and sometimes she imagined playing a melody helped her feel closer to the mother she never knew. <br><br>She was so lost in her playing that she didn't know someone was listening in on her, or standing at the door. It wasn't until Yolande walked into the lounge and started singing that Rahne snapped out of her trance. Startled, her hands froze, the music ending shortly after the other woman's first few words. Cheeks started to turn red at being caught...She started to shuffle away from the piano, until the woman made an encouraging nod to keep playing.<br><br>Hesitantly, Rahne did so, a neutral melody sounding, until she found a key and a tempo that harmonized nicely with Yolande's voice and words.<br><br>Words that quickly turned this woman into a living symbol of hell, for Rahne. Green eyes widened, and her mouth went dry, as she recognized the woman that was slowly, sensuously, walking towards her while singing. This was the girl from the television, the one that Salvation had dropped off on the manor grounds. She had heard she was out and about the mansion, and causing an issue or two already. But those were the farthest thoughts from Rahne's mind at that moment. Yolande was beauty, and the parts of Rahne's mind she was most ashamed of were all too happy to see her. The wolf stirred against its chains, as a wave of heat hit the girl. <br><br><em>She's beautiful...</em> came Rahne's unmasked thoughts, unaware as she was about the woman's physic abilities, <em>And her voice...wow...Why is she here? Please, please don't be another bully...My throat still hurts from the collar...God, give me strength, she's...It's wrong. I can't look at her this way, it's sinful--it's wrong! Her singing though...Is she singing to me? Does she...?</em> Brief flashes of want flashed through her mind. Yolande taking her, in more ways than one, even as she quickly tried to control herself and hide those thoughts. As Yolande rested against the piano, Rahne forced her eyes away, her cheeks as red as her hair. <br><br>Equal parts shame and desire filled her. Her struggle with her sexuality had been tested quite a bit as of late. Laura changing in their room, Psylocke in the forest, Kitty's friendship, and now this...It had to be a test. A test she was sorely failing, but...There was no way a woman like this would want a thing to do with her, Rahne scolded herself. She was nothing compared to Yolande, or the others--if she didn't think about it, maybe the feelings would go away. Though, being held close to that body--<br><br>Bad Rahne!<br><br>But she would play the piano for as long as Yolande sang, and hoping she sang for a while--both to continue listening, and to delay the moment they would have to talk further and further out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 23:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - 12:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Heather Donald, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue scolds herself for being a bitch, tried to sooth Heather, and pay a bit more attention to the new girl.<br><hr><br>Rogue could feel the mood of the table shift, and with a metal kick to herself, she sighed. Great, now she was letting her mood get to everyone else. Seeing the reactions that the other girls had to her comment she also realized she had been misunderstood. It wasn't that she wanted a different table, or they should move apart--they were going to need a bigger table if Heather kept finding people. That was all. The more the merrier, right?<br><br>And Heather...She had seen the look that flashed across the rainbow-haired girl's face when she pinched her. That had come out harder than intended too.<br><br><em>Damn it, damn it...</em> she scolded herself mentally. <em>Is there anything you can't fuck up?</em> Heather had been amazing to her just hours again. She had never felt so...incredible. Wanted. Loved, even. And while it scared her, because letting those walls down, letting someone in that close, it had felt so perfect. Heather had known where to touch. How to touch. And while it had all been through a sheet, it still...<br><br>"Hey..." she whispered softly, leaning towards Heather, nudging her with her shoulder, "Sorry...This is just new..." Murmuring softly so only Heather could hear her, to anyone else it would look like little love whispers. Rogue would squeeze Heather's arm...and then steal a piece of food from her, just to taunt her, and plop it happily in her mouth. That would help...Things would be better now, right?<br><br>Looking back at Tess, she arched a brow. That was an interesting power. Sounded almost like it was more...awful than not, though.<br><br>"Ah dunno, that sounds pretty cool. Hourglass...Ah like it. And hey," she started, looking around at everyone, "Ah meant we gonn' need a bigger table? C'mon...Ah'm a bitch, but Ah do like y'all..." Huffing, she snickered at Kitty. "Even Ms. Bossy." she teased, before looking back at Tess. 'So yeah...Nice meetin' you. Name's Rogue, resident bitch Ah guess. Ah steal powers and life if Ah touch ya, so...Don't let me touch ya skin on skin. Just in case a pretty girl gets ideas." she teased, and nudged Heather's foot under the table. <br><br>As the talk of is this place was a prison came up, though, Rogue just grumbled and shrugged, adding her own two cents.<br><br>"Better than Ryker's...worse than bein' free. Company ain't all bad, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 01:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8876779/740full-nicole-meyer.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday 6th September, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off a little, meeting a new person, changed to singing this: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq8ETHVh530</div></div><hr><br>As Yolande lent on the piano and sang to the stranger she quickly picked up on some discomfort. Perhaps she was being a little over the top with her actions. And words. The song was undeniably fairly intense to sing to someone she didn't know. Even to someone she did know. Yolande could tell on body language alone, but her thoughts were only confirmed when she heard this girl's thoughts. She hated to spy on people who didn't deserve it, but she wasn't nearly honed enough to understand how to keep from looking. Yolande's ego soared as she heard the shower of complimentary thoughts, both the innocent and not-so-innocent ones. It made her feel good, but she also had a moment of pity for the other girl's self depreciating nature. Particularly when she seemed talented already, after so little time. <br><br>Yolande backed up slightly, pulling away from the piano, and sitting on the nearest chair. She looked at Rahne and cut her singing off. In the moment of silence she smiled a little. A faint attempt to reassure the other girl that this wasn't a joke, bullying or any other form of cruelty. She just simply wished to sing, and if Rahne would be more comfortable with a different song she was perfectly comfortable making that happen.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sorry. We should change pace. I did not mean to harass you, honestly. I would love to keep singing though."</strong><br><br>Yolande finished talking and kept quiet for just long enough to let Rahne reply before softly breaking back into song. This time slower and more thought out at the beginning, choosing a song with real emotion and space to show off in a less flirty way. <br><br><div align="center"><em>"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone..."</em></div><br>She let the first line hang a little, putting real power behind her voice. Her ordinarily soft tone could be relatively deep if she pushed herself, and it suited this song well.<br><br><div align="center"><em>It's not warm when she's away.<br>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone<br>And she's always gone too long<br>Anytime she goes away.</em></div><br>She continued through the song with her eyes on Rahne, but not staring, just making sure the girl was encouraged. She quietly wished she knew more songs. Or at least knew what Rahne could play or enjoyed. But this would do for now, and it wasn't time to start delving into stranger's heads without practice or permission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 04:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>It was good to see the slender and shy woman not being as downtrodden as usual. And when Rahne thanked her, the smile on Kitty's lips grew just a bit more. Her shoulders shrugged, that dark gaze flickering down a moment before looking back to Rahne. "You don't need to thank me, but your welcome. I'm just glad you are doing better."<br><br>Of course, she couldn't help but laugh at the question of how she was doing. Dare she tell Rahne the craziness that had happened all in the course of a few scant hours? Between dealing with Yolande, admitting her feelings to a teacher, and what had to be one of her most erotic moments ever with Heather, Kitty was a complete hot mess. Still though...she was seeming to hold her own. "All things considered, I'm doing okay." <br><br>A part of her was hoping to get off that track, though. And so Kitty was quick to change the subject. She didn't like talking about her romantic trysts....what exceptionally few there were. It was pretty personal to her, and often she felt uncomfortable. So attention shifted to the book that Rahne was currently peeking her face over. A hand reached forward, finger lightly and playfully tugging against the top of the spine. "So what are you reading here anyways? Is it any good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 20:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne managed a slight smile and just nodded as Kitty said she was happy to hear she was doing okay. Saying that she was doing okay was a bit of an overstatement, but, she had no intention of correcting the other girl. After the other night, when Psylocke had ambushed her in the forest, she had no intention of burdening anyone else with helping her. Or, for that matter, doing much of anything for her. The last thing she needed was to inadvertently ruin the psychotic ninja beauty's Sunday, or Friday, or any other day and find out what would happen then. <br><br>...Even if by the end of that night she couldn't hold back the idea that she might not mind, too much, if it repeated. But those thoughts were spurred by her sin, and she knew better that to indulge them. Much. <br><br>"That's...good," she said, not sure what else to say with Kitty's somewhat vague answer. It sounded as though the girl had a lot going on, though, and Rahne didn't know her near well enough to want to ask about her problems. So an awkward silence fell briefly, as Rahne glanced back at her book, before Kitty asked about it. The girl shifted some in her seat, before humming briefly, and closing her book, sliding it across the table to the other girl. "Um...<em>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</em>. It's a good book, Ah...Ah like it. Ah heard there was a movie, and someone said Ah look like the girl in it, but..." She just shook her head. "It gives a lot to think about...Ah guess so anyway. Have you read it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 21:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mj38iFP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yolande Solomon | Meticulous, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. Still playing in tune to Yolande.<br><hr><br>A wave of relief, and minor disappointment, swept through Rahne when the singing woman changed her pace and backed off some. It was odd, how suddenly that happened. Seeming almost like the woman had read her mind and checked herself, which the redhead realized was quite possible at this school, she looked up from the keys when an apology was offered.<br><br>"No, no, Ah...You weren' harrasing me..." she protested softly. It was hardly Yolande's fault that Rahne struggled with her "wrongness," to put it gently. She could hear the reverend's calls against her in the back of her mind, still. Shouts of being the spawn of Satan, a pawn of evil incarnate sent to ruin the world. Befouling God's image, deviating from the natural order of the world, Rahne could feel soreness in her back as she remembered...Shaking her head, she tried to silence the thoughts and memories before risking their discovery by any physics around. Still, Yolande would have been hard-pressed to miss the echoes of Rahne's troubled memories, and the flashes of abuse she'd suffered from the hands of a man that most would think could be trusted for protection and help. "Please...Keep singing. You have a beautiful voice, and...Ah can adapt quickly on the piano."<br><br>A point she tired to prove with the next song that Yolande started to sing. It took her a few moments, but soon enough she had the music set to the song. The power in Yolande's voice gave her chills, though...This wasn't how she had expected her piano playing to go that day, but she wasn't going to complain either, as she just started to hum faintly behind Yolande's words and the chords her fingers struck, their music filling the room. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 22:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/page-japan/ellen-page-japan-juno-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th September, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather, Rogue, Tessa, Rachel (NPC), Kioke, Michelle, Jasmine(all NOC)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting new folks<br><hr><br>Her attention remained upon Tessa as she spoke, a brow arching as she explained her powers. <strong>"Slow, stop, and rewind time? Shit man...that's pretty cool. I know a few folks that would kill for the ability to turn back time."</strong> Unsaid was the fact that Kitty was among those people. The day earlier, walking in on Piotr in the locker room, Kitty had wanted nothing more than to stop the whole event and keep it from happening. <br><br>Of course, that wasn't going to happen. What was done was done. She looked over to Rogue, a brow arching as she couldn't help but notice a bit of tension in her features. Kitty wasn't going to pry, however...wasn't her place. And Rogue and her weren't exactly buddy-buddy at the moment. Shrugging it off, she looked around at the others, a deep sigh coming from her.<br><br>"C'mon....Salem ain't THAT bad. She's doin' the best she can with the job she's got. She's a bit of a stickler fer rules...sure. But so what? Ain't like she's a cop or nothin..." She took a sip of her water as she chuckled, shaking her head gently. As Rogue mentioned her as "Ms. Bossy", Kitty would just shoot a wink to the woman, smiling into her glass before putting it down. <br><br>Obviously, no hard feelings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 22:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>Inwardly, Kitty was extremely relieved that Rahne hadn't pushed further. She knew that she had lied...and she was a horrible liar. Kitty was the type to wear her feelings on her sleeve, but at the same time, she wasn't the type to just openly tell people her problems. Her and Rahne weren't close, and so there was no need for her to unload her issues onto the already stressed out woman. <br><br>"Wallflower...hmm...no, I can't say I've ever heard of it." SHoulders shrugged rather non-committally. Still, she would pluck out her phone, and plug in the name of the movie. Kitty wanted to see if the actress in the movie really did look like Rahne. She paused as the movie came up, a brow arching. "Wow....yeah, you really do look like her! Ya ever seen the movie yourself?" Placing down her phone, she would spin it around, pushing it towards Rahne to let her seen the movie poster that was on the screen. "If you haven't, maybe we can go check it out. If you want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 22:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne hummed a bit, and just nodded as Kitty said she hadn't read the book or seen the movie. That was a bit of a bummer, she had hoped it could give them something to talk about. She wasn't much of a conversationalist otherwise, or even all that social. But she left her book on the table, not wanting to be rude and read while Kitty was sitting with her. She might not have anything to say, or know what to say to the girl she didn't know well, but she didn't want to be rude either. <br><br>When the girl pulled out a phone and looked the movie up, before sliding it over to show off the poster, Rahne looked at it out of curiosity. She supposed there was some resemblance, but...<br><br>"Ah guess we both have red hair, but..." she murmured, before shrugging. "Ah'm hardly Hollywood material. She's much prettier." Her mind wandered briefly, before she set it straight again with a shake of her head. Looking up at the mention of a movie, though, she hummed a bit. That could be nice, but..."That could be nice. But, if you have other things to do...Ah don't do much. Ah just prefer to kinda stay away. No sense riskin' something happenin' again and gettin' people in trouble over me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 04:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging out and about to get a charge from Heather.<br><hr><br>Medusa found this whole thing to be a pleasant surprise.&nbsp; She had gotten along well with Kitty, but that had honestly been a bit different.&nbsp; Kitty was a bit more conservative, she had noted, while Heather didn't seem to hold such a thing.&nbsp; In fact, the girl seemed to be an very open and vibrant girl and Medusa found herself responding to that.&nbsp; She also, though she tried not to, couldn't help but just feel a certain sexuality just radiating off of Heather that made it difficult for her to try and hold back around the other girl.&nbsp; Medusa had always been interested in other girls, but had never been with one and for some reason, she found herself picturing Heather in that idea and tried not to.&nbsp; After all, they barely knew each other at this point, so she needed to knock it off and focus on the conversation.<br><br>When it was Heather's turn to talk about something from her past, the girl didn't disappoint as she revealed that she had more or less been taking care of her own mother, a situation that Medusa couldn't relate to given she hadn't known her mother.&nbsp; The mention of an older boyfriend didn't really surprise her since she had known alot of girls who had had older boyfriends that they used to help take care of them.&nbsp; But at the mention of the boyfriend allowing her to sleep around, she was a bit surprised.&nbsp; Most guys got really touchy about the idea.&nbsp; She remembered how angry her former boyfriend had gotten when someone had suggested an idea that would've involved her sleeping with the other person.&nbsp; Medusa had had to be the voice of reason in that situation and it hadn't been easy for her to do since she had been annoyed by the idea as well.<br><br>It wasn't that she thought it was bad to sleep around, she had found a number of people attractive when she'd been seeing him.&nbsp; It had just been that she knew what the reaction would be and hadn't wanted to put him through that sort of thing since she had loved him.&nbsp; It seemed that Highlights hadn't had that problem, so she didn't hold the fact that she'd enjoyed that ability against her.&nbsp; In fact, she wondered how much fun that had been to be able to have some stability in her life while also having a bit of wild fun and not having to worry about that sort of thing.&nbsp; At no point did she feel like the story changed her opinion on Heather, nor did she think that it should've.&nbsp; They all had led their own lives, so who was she to judge?<br><br><hr><br>As she took Heather's hand, she didn't know what to expect.&nbsp; So she just braced herself and was determined that she was going to trust Heather not to do something that would harm her.&nbsp; And she didn't.&nbsp; In fact, Medusa found herself absolutely mesmerized as their hands started to glow with a subtle, rainbow glow and the heat of Heather's hand, which was much warmer than she expected, and then she would feel it race through her body like a surge of electricity.&nbsp; When it happened, it actually took her back and she found herself struggling to try and come to terms with what was happening and for a long moment, she was just trying to put into coherent thoughts what she was feeling at that exact moment.<br><br>It was like the biggest caffeine high she'd ever experienced and she had no idea that she could feel this energized.&nbsp; However, that was far from the only effect that it had on her.&nbsp; As the surge raced through her, she felt herself become almost instantly aroused as if she had been hit with the biggest pulse of sexual energy imaginable.&nbsp; She had to close her eyes for a moment, but as she would slowly open them, her eyes would shine brightly and it was almost like she couldn't really sit still for a moment as she struggled to cope with the massive amount of energy that she felt right now.&nbsp; For a moment, she couldn't focus on anything until Heather asked her how she felt and she zoomed in on the rainbow haired girl with perfect clarity.<br><br><strong>"How do I feel?"</strong> she asked, her voice practically vibrating with excitement, <strong>"I feel like I've never been so awake in my life.&nbsp; If this is how you feel all the time, then I can imagine why you don't get any sleep.&nbsp; I have literally never had this much energy in my life and......oh fuck.........is it weird that I suddenly feel horny as hell?"</strong>&nbsp; She knew that that was something she probably shouldn't have just said aloud, but she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; She did feel extremely aroused right now and as she looked at Heather, she could now completely understand how she had that latent sex appeal.&nbsp; If she had this kind of energy flowing through her all of the time, then it was amazing that she didn't have everyone around her drooling with desire.<br><br><strong>"As for being fun, that is absolutely an understatement.&nbsp; I can't even think of a rush that's better than this.&nbsp; Well, aside from one...."</strong>&nbsp; She grinned a bit as she moved closer and placed a soft and playfully quick kiss on Heather's lips.&nbsp; It left an odd, tingling feeling that she couldn't help but enjoy it.&nbsp; <strong>"Yep, that added to the rush.&nbsp; Did it do anything for you?"</strong>&nbsp; She smiled playfully as she leaned back and had to struggle with herself not to jump on Heather right then as she had no idea what that sort of action might cause.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 05:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>Her head tilted to the side as she listened to Rahne downtalk herself. Unfortunately for the meek redhead, that just wasn't going to fly with Kitty. A sigh escaped her lips as she leveled an almost parental gaze at the girl, her lips tugging down into a slight frown. "See, Rahne....that shit just ain't gonna fly. You are beautiful, and you don't even see it."<br><br>Before Rahne could say a word, the phone was lifted up, camera flipped on, and a quick picture was taken. The picture was left up, and the phone set down on the table once again. "I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, someone beat you. Maybe not physically, but they definitely did a number on you. Hollywood beautiful? Who the hell around here is Hollywood beautiful! Sure, some girls may try to be, but please....somewhere, someone's ass is too big, or too small. Or their hair isn't shiny enough, or their teeth are a tiny bit crooked."<br><br>"You Rahne..." she pointed to the picture, hoping to get the redhead to look at it. "Are uniquely beautiful. You have gorgeous, expressive eyes. A natural hair color that many women pay hundreds of dollars for. Your nose is pixie cute, you have soft lips that any guy would <em>die</em> to kiss. The only problem that <em>I</em> can see, is you lack confidence. And while I can talk you up for ages....there is only one thing that will get you that confidence. Belief in yourself."<br><br>So as not to horrify Rahne any further, the picture was deleted. Kitty wasn't one for giving heart attacks, after all. "So....here's the deal. I'm going to set up a date for you and me to go to see 'The Wallflower'. And you aren't allowed to say that I don't have to...starting now. You also have to promise that you won't downtalk yourself around me anymore. Deal?"<br><br>Kitty leaned in, a grin crossing her lips. "Oh, and for the record. We're mutants. There is never going to be a time in the foreseeable future that we aren't going to be getting into some sort of trouble. Hell, I'm supposed to be going on my first mission with the X-men soon. That just reeks of trouble."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 11:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> TV room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Medusa - CLOSED -<br><strong>Content:</strong> First little kiss, philosophy, and just over all sexiness abound<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br><hr>Philosopher’s had called it Agape. Heather would do good to take that word for herself one day. But she had a lot of learning to do before that day came for her. In that moment, she was unfulfilled. At just eighteen years old, this mutant was still learning about the human world, let alone her own powers. Agape was greek, ‘the highest form of love and charity.’ It was the life force that had been identified by pre-christians as the source of happiness and all goodness. It was God before people really knew what they were thinking. It was the life force in everyone, it was a life force not unlike the energy that Heather was storing every time she ate a bagel, or a slab of meat, or a vegetable, or a rock.<br><br>That pure life force inside of Heather had a natural playfulness to it. It was a shot of coffee, a full nights sleep, a heavy dose of dopamine and a few dozen other things all wrapped into one rainbow colored light of passion and life. Heather had given some of her own personal passion to Rogue, and Rogue likely thought that was due to the length of their kiss and Rogue’s power. But, with Abi it was different, it was Heather’s power in pure form, and it wasn’t exactly innocent.<br><br>It was exciting though, Heather got a rush from giving it to other people, not only did it mean that the people around her were more alive, and more energetic, it also meant that she wasn’t going to be alone that night.<br><br><strong> “Good!” </strong> Heather responded immediately to Medusa’s response, a happy dance song spinning in her brain as her little shoulders started to rotate the rhythm of nothing. Her ears opened a bit more as she took in Abigail’s full response. She was a decoration, lit up and blushing under the reaction of the new blonde haired girl that she’d quickly become infatuated with. <strong> “I’m so glad!” </strong> Her reactions were automatic as the other girl gushed about the experience. Heather’s wasn’t sure who’s personality was more contagious, hers or Abi’s. In any case, these two were vibing like old friends, like ex lovers who couldn’t remember why they’d split up in the first place.<br><br>She wasn’t sure how this had happened, but Abigail did sort of feel like some one she used to fuck. There was a naturaly anxiousness between them that felt like there was an elephant in the room. <em>‘Do we want each other?’ </em>Heather rarely internalized her thoughts, it only happened when she was paying very close attention. She was half convinced of it before the thought finished in her mind. And, as Abi continued, it became utter confidence in the idea of being intimate with this wonderful girl.<br><br>Her power had a unique effect on everyone. But pure life had a bit of sexual energy to it, and there was no doubt about that. Heather could see the excitement in Abigail’s face, but she didn’t know the girl well enough to be sure what that excitement meant on the whole. That was until Abi actually told her straightly. Heather laughed out loud, but gently, and evenly.<br><br><strong> “Yeah. Being horny is natural, it’s ok.” </strong> She started to respond but Abi’s behavior had suddenly become unpredictable. She wasn’t ranting, but she was definitely caught up in the rush of energy that Heather had given her. The girl with the rainbow hair was always a few things, she was always hungry, she was always awake, and she was always horny. They were the three facts of life that she couldn’t escape. It had been that way before her mutation had activated, and it had only been harder to maintain afterward.<br><br>It was a mystery. Heather hadn’t seen it coming, in one moment it was a regular conversation, in the next Abigail had leaned over and kissed her. She closed her eyes and softened her lips as it happened, absorbing the kiss and humming a bit in reaction. As Abigail drifted back, Heather’s eyes opened gently. <strong> “Did it do the…?” </strong> She wasn’t sure what she was being asked. <strong> “Um…” </strong> She considered the words, and fought through the confusion of being arroused. <strong> “Oh, yes.” </strong> Her tone sharpened and she giggled at her own dense thought processes. <br><br><strong> “That did things for me.”</strong> Heather looked across the couch, her hand rose up to the side of the head and she pushed some of her rainbow hair to the side. Her lip had slipped in between her teeth and her knees were rubbing together. She was hot in the center of her body from the bottom of her ribs and all the way down. <br><br><strong> “I’m sort of always horny... “ </strong> She almost raised her wrist to show Abigail how good she’d been lately, but then she remembered that she hadn’t been good lately. She’d been very very bad. <strong> "It’s bad…” </strong> Her smile turned into a soft giggle again. Medusa was scooching away, so Heather stayed put. She didn’t want to scoot forward and push the issue. Backing away wasn’t really an option either. She wanted this, but she wanted Abigail to want it too. This was complicated, It would be her third girl this week. <br><br>She managed to make her lips snap out of her teeth from biting a little too hard. It hurt, but she didn't mind, and there was no blood.<br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong> <br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 19:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d5/11/b2/d511b2992428a1f0568f0d213e7b2d8d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> X-Mansion, Television Room.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 7th, Nearly Midnight, perhaps a bit after<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Riding an incredible rush and taking it places she hadn't thought to go tonight.<br><hr><br>Medusa knew nothing about Agape or how well it would fit Heather's powers.&nbsp; She knew precious little about Greek Mythology and theories, only really knowing about Medusa and the Gorgons because of another street kid who had seen her powers at work and given her the nickname.&nbsp; What she did know was that whatever energy or lifeforce Heather had pushed into her body had her feeling like she was a thousand feet tall and could take on an army without a second thought.&nbsp; However, she wasn't a militant type and thus her thoughts didn't stray towards combat.&nbsp; Rather, she was thinking of all the uses the energy could have and she was trying to sort out just what she was going to actually do with it.<br><br>As she looked at Heather, she felt an instant connection to the other girl.&nbsp; She couldn't explain it, but it had been happening before the shot of energy.&nbsp; It was almost like they had known each other before this, but Abigail couldn't imagine from where or how.&nbsp; Still, there was that undeniable feeling that made it so that she got along with Heather without question.&nbsp; And that was something worth noting given how it did usually take her a while to get used to someone.&nbsp; However, she didn't have to get used to Heather, rather she just had to enjoy Heather and the fun that they seemed to be having together.&nbsp; Yes, it definitely had that feeling of two friends meeting again for the first time in years and she would've worried about that if she wasn't riding so high right now.<br><br>When the pure lust hit her, Abigail wasn't sure how to handle it.&nbsp; Yes, she'd been attracted to people before, men and women, gender didn't matter, but she'd never felt THIS horny before.&nbsp; It was like all her wet dreams and fantasies had hit her at once and she was struggling not to just pounce on Heather immediately.&nbsp; But that didn't stop her from kissing the other girl to gauge how she reacted.&nbsp; Part of her expected that Heather would smile and tell her that she wasn't interested or that she had to control herself.&nbsp; Instead, Heather was clearly effected by it and seemed to be holding back as Abigail pulled away from the kiss.&nbsp; That was a bit disappointing to the girl as she'd hoped that Heather would pursue her for more, but that didn't happen.&nbsp; So it seemed that it would fall to Abigail to decide what she wanted to do.<br><br>Which begged the question of did she want to do this?&nbsp; Or was this just a side effect of the energy spike that Heather had given her.&nbsp; The other girl had admitted that being horny was a normal thing for this sort of situation, so she had to take that into account.&nbsp; But even as she did, she realized that she'd been checking Heather out since she had walked into the room.&nbsp; And the more they had talked, the more they had talked, the more Abigail had been enjoying the company.&nbsp; Sure, the sexual desire was probably aided along by the energy boost, but she couldn't deny that Heather was attractive and definitely someone that Abigail could see herself in bed with.&nbsp; Or on the couch with.<br><br><strong>"So you're always horny?"</strong> Abi asked playfully, <strong>"That must make things very interesting.&nbsp; And also makes me much more comfortable with doing this."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she scooted back towards Heather and planted another kiss on the girl.&nbsp; But where the first one is soft and sweet and playful, this one was stronger, more demanding.&nbsp; It was clear that Abigail wasn't going to be backing away from this one as she slipped her tongue into the other's girl's mouth with ease and pulled her closer.&nbsp; She didn't care that they were in a public place where they could be seen if someone went walking by.&nbsp; She just knew that she liked what she was feeling and she wanted to share it with Heather in the same way that Heather had shared something with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 05:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne had not expected that. The sigh made her frown a bit, and the words that followed it made her blink, and sit up a bit straighter. What wasn't flying? Why was Kitty complimenting--Why did the girl just take her picture!? Rahne's eyes widened a bit, and she just stared as the girl across the table from her started to...<br><br>To...<br><br>Say stuff?<br><br>The words didn't quite settle with Rahne. She flinched at the mention of someone beating her, of the criticism of being "Hollywood beautiful," and how none of that was true. The girl likely had no idea how close she was to the first mark. Green eyes flicked down to the table, a hand moving to her neck, playing with the silver cross that hung there on a chain around her neck. It was her nervous tick, her safety blanket, and she hoped it would give her something to say in response to all of this. Instead, all she could manage was to stare at Kitty, only briefly looking at the photo snapped of her. She shook her head as the compliments continued to come, her frown worsening at the mention of a guy dying to kiss them. If only that were the case. That would be natural. Kitty didn't mention girls wanting to...<br><br><em>Dammit Rahne, stop it...</em> she scolded herself. With a sigh, she looked up at Kitty as she mentioned their deal. Her mouth opened and closed, struggling to find the words to respond with that didn't violate the rules she had just been given. Because Kitty didn't have to do that, and she was slightly uncomfortable now, but how could she say that? The girl was just trying to help, but, this was somewhat odd.<br><br>"It's, um...'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower,'" she said softly, playing it safe and going with that, as Kitty got the title wrong. Then she mentioned how, as mutants, they would always be in trouble. That also wasn't much help, but at least this time, she had something to say. "A mission? You...Ah didn't realize you were an X-Man..." she muttered. So many here wanted to be on the team. She was definitely in the minority that did not, or even want to have a thing to do with her powers. Sighing, though, she shifted some in her seat.<br><br>"Ah guess...Um...When...will the dat--movie, Ah mean. When will the movie be?" she asked, managed a small smile. Just go with it, accept it...She did need to get out more and talk to more people, she knew. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 10:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>A brow arched, and her lips formed a small smile. The trip-up hadn't been missed. But obviously Rahne was struggling with a lot, and somehow Kitty had the feeling that bringing up a "date" would send the introvert into a tizzy. Completely. And that was something that Kitty didn't want. Truthfully though, she was rather enchanted that Rahne thought of date. It was something she blamed on Heather.<br><br>"How about this..." Kitty leaned back, smiling slightly. Rahne hadn't turned down the idea. Maybe there was hope for her yet. "You pick a time and a place....anywhere you want. Hell, it can even be outside as a picnic. I have a portable DVD player. You make the arrangements, and I will be there with bells on. Sound like a plan?"<br><br>It was all in Rahne's court now. Hands settled upon the table, her head tilting to the side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 19:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne's teeth captured her bottom lip, her fingers fumbled with the cross that hung around her neck. Kitty's idea had her quite conflicted. It was wrong to entertain the idea. As of late, her temperance had slipping. Wayward thoughts of her roommates, the "experience" she'd had with her new "teacher"...It was getting harder to avoid the sinful thoughts, of being with a girl. At least Kitty hadn't commented on her slip-up. Even if the smile was a bit concerning. <br><br>"Ah...Ah guess...that could..." she started, mumbling some as her nerves flared up. This was dangerous, bad, and probably wouldn't end well for her. But, it was just a friendly thing, right? Yes. Right. That was all. Even if the mention of bells made her cheeks go a bit more red. "Ah don't think bells will be...needed. Might make the movie hard to hear."<br><br>Managing a slight smile, she nodded some though.<br><br>"Ah'll...Ah'll let you know then. Ah don't know when might be a good time for me, yet. Um...Ah guess...Ah I can text you? If you don't mind trading numbers..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 23:56:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>So it was set. It was a date. Of course, she wouldn't say that...not yet. The request for her number would have her plucking up her phone, and tapping on it. Unseen by Rahne, Kitty pulled up a new text message, before those dark eyes looked over the phone to the redhead. "Alright...what's your number?"<br><br>Once it was given, Kitty continued to type away. She smiled, remembering a quote she had seen from the web search she had done just a moment earlier. It was put in, and the whole thing was sent to Rahne's phone. "There...now you have my number! " She paused, and tilted her head, looking to Rahne a moment. "Hey....can I take your picture for the contact? It will show me your smiling face every time you call."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 00:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne recited her number from heart. Truth was, she rarely used the cellphone she had been given by her mother, after coming to the school. It was mainly used to stay in touch with the distant scientist, and they called each other at least once a week to catch up. Not many others had her number...Roberto did, because of how long they had been friends. Camelia, too. And now Kitty.<br><br>She wasn't expecting it to be texted back to her, though, and she jumped with a slight start when her phone buzzed. Pulling it free of her pocket with a faint blush, she tapped at it, adding Kitty to her contacts, when the girl asked her question.<br><br>"Ah suppose..." she hummed, thinking, before nodding. What harm could it be? "Only if Ah can take yours, too...Um, if you don't mind, that is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 06:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>When Rahne opened the phone, there would be the quote, plain as day. <em>"we accept the love we think we deserve". You deserve all the love in the world &lt;3</em>. Kitty didn't say anything, bough she did look for Rahne's reaction to it. Soft lips still held her smile, a small wink being made if and when Rahne looked up after reading the text.<br><br>When Rahne agreed to the photo, Kitty's grin grew. "Perfect! And of course you can take my picture." Leaning back again, Kitty quickly pulled up her phone. She made sure Rahne's face was in the screen, even looking to he redhead through the screen. "Okay...give me your best smile! Have fun...every one of my contact pictures do!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 13:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9igByIf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Highlights" - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th - 12:00(ish)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Rogue (also posting order), CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather does some gentle flirting with Rogue and accidentally gets too obvious. Michelle sees. Heather eats and converses. Michelle and Jasmine try to change the topic of conversation to boys. Heather brings up Justin (an NPC student)<br>Other girls are: &nbsp;Kioki Kasagana (http://i.imgur.com/v5mzcjI.jpg), Michelle Dawson (http://i.imgur.com/aIeDAqa.jpg), Rachel Finnegan (http://i.imgur.com/Cy1iDWV.jpg), &amp; Jasmine (http://i.imgur.com/xNZtK7l.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Exactly This (http://i.imgur.com/gmgbVEh.jpg), Zebra bra and all. And These Shoes (http://i.imgur.com/0l6s5yw.jpg)<br><hr>“It’s okay babe.” She whispered back to Rogue at a quiet level that she could barely hear in her own ears. The smile was obvious in her tone of voice, that high pitched thin quality of her voice was more airy than usual when she whispered. Michelle could hear them, but the little kitten of a teenager never talked about the secrets she learned this way. It wasn’t fair to other people. Well, she told Jasmine later, but that didn’t count. So things moved on calmly.<br><br>Heather was starting to calm down. She had enough food in front of her to keep her hands busy as the brief moments of anxiety skipped over the group. It was almost nice that Rogue had been rude to the new girl. It worked because Rogue knew how to apologize, and how to clear things up. It allowed that ice to be broken between everyone, and Heather could tell that Tessa was hesitant about exposing her powers. And, as she went into it, she could see why.<br><br><strong>“That’s…”</strong> Heather couldn’t exactly be kind in situations like this, she was too unintelligent to really hold back her judgements. She was talking about Tessa’s power. <strong>“Like, if you wanted to, you could... have this conversation with us over and over until you got it right?” </strong>Heather was suddenly concerned that Tessa had already had this conversation a few times. Her eyes widened and her mouth went almost crooked on her face. <strong>“I mean, you probably haven’t but that is wild.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yeah!” </strong>Jasmine added from the other side of the table as Kitty and Rogue made mentions of the power as well. The whole table seemed to agree that there was something very impressive about the new girl. <strong>“I would never fail a test again.” </strong>She chuckled and Michelle seemed to enjoy the joke that wasn’t much of a joke with her.<br><br><strong>“Hey now…”</strong> Heather said as Rogue announced herself as the bitch,<strong> “You’re no such thing.”</strong> She was a comforting voice with a tightness in her throat that most motherly voices didn’t have. She clearly cared for Rogue a little it more than she cared for the other girls at the table. As much as the two of them tried to hide their romantic relationship as it formed. They were roommates, and the best friend syndrome between them was tight in the air when they were together like this. The rest of the lunch table would have been used to it by now, but there was new girl present.<br><br>Heather sort of shrugged happily and looked down at her hands. She didn’t realize it, but she had had her arm squeezed, and her own hand searched for the connection after it broke. It had traveled right and found Rogue’s hand. <em>‘Oops.’</em><br><br>She let go slowly, and peeled it back in, unsure of how long she’d had it there, looking back up, her eyes happened to land on Michelle. The girl with a cat face was looking right at her and chewing with no expression. Heather smiled, and Michelle rolled her eyes in amusement. Luckily, most every one at the table had been pre-occupied.<br><br>Heather refocused to her left and tried to follow the conversation after falling behind a bit.<br><br>She smiled to herself when Rogue kicked her under the table and stole some of her food. Her lips purse and she took a sidelong glance at her girly, lingering just a few seconds with her sexy eyes. The only thing missing was a signature lip bite. In stead, Heather was biting the inside of her cheek, still trying to keep their thing a secret. It was hard not to expose them, so she quickly turned back to her left to listen to Rachel and Tessa continue the conversation.<br><br>As the girls around her talked about Salem, the mansion, rykers, prisons, and so on, Heather stuffed her face as politely as she could. Heather could actually eat an entire horse if she wanted to. She could eat a mud ball the size of a horse. The plate in front of her was limited by time. She knew she had plenty still, but she wasn’t leaving until the plate was empty.&nbsp; <em>‘I’ll be damned.’</em> she thought as she chewed quickly, watching her friends and trying not to laugh.<br><br>Whatever Heather’s thoughts were, they were high pitched happy sounds, wordless and shapeless when everything was going well. She was a bit of a blabber mouth as well, and her inner monologue didn’t have a lot of power over her voice. But she knew not to talk when she chewed. Her stomach rumbled happily, everything was spectacular between her and Rogue in the moment. Her bracelets were littered across her left arm, and there was just dance music in her mind.<br><br>Heather didn’t like talking about politics very much. She never really had much to say, and she was always worried that she would feel stupid if she said anything out loud. But, <strong>“I think this is a good place.”</strong> She looked about innocently, sort of speaking to everyone, taking a break from her lunch. <strong>“I mean… it’s not the school’s fault that we’re here. Or, professor X’s.”</strong> She looked down and shrugged again, a bit of a tick when she was confused and delighted by it. <br><br><strong>“I really like it here, there are a lot of friendly people here, there's like a school for people who like learning. There's all kinds of good stuff, wi fi, tvs, a gym, good food. I grew up poor with too many people, so living in a mansion with too many people is pretty nice."</strong> She was starting to ramble a bit at this point, but she didn't show signs of slowly down. She didn't even like talking politics. <br><br><strong>"I don't know, I feel like we have it better than all the other mutants..."</strong> she hadn't really learned the political correct term yet. <strong>"I have a nice bed...I mostly just feel bad for the people like us that aren’t here. It’s crazy out there.” </strong>Heather had heard a lot of stories while she’d been there, and the newer the student was, the more intimidated she usually was by what they’d been through. And Yolande was the 2nd most recent. She was really hoping that this meeting would go a little bit better.<br><br>Michelle leaned over the table and looked at everyone with a pointed nature, her head jestered when she spoke and her voice was equal parts girly and inhuman. <strong>“Ladiess, letds kive 'Dess' a shance dah breav. I was scayerd when new. We should be finking aboutd when we fiwrd god here.”</strong> Her eyes sort of scanned everyone. Her voice was adorable if not difficult to understand.<br><br>Jasmine knew what she was talking about, though. She spent a lot of time with the feline-girl.<strong> “Yeah. I mean, the interview game is hard to play."</strong> Jasmine and Michelle were less concerned with politics and Tess, and they enjoyed a different type of conversation. They weren't exactly the nice girls at the table. <strong>"Let’s talk about boys or something.”</strong><br><br>Heather liked this topic, and she was too much like a goldfish to understand what Michelle and Jasmine were up to. She sat forward and straightened her back. <strong>“Justin got all protective of me in the halls. Right Kitty?”</strong> She giggled a bit, mostly uninterested in her ‘guardian’ again. He had wanted something serious from her, and she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to be that with him. <strong>“Someone should tend to him, super nice guy, and he can do that thing with his body that’s fun.”</strong> She pointed down to the table without thinking. <br><br>That hadn’t sounded right, she knew she would have to correct herself. <strong>“Well, that too.”</strong> She wasn’t being careful, Rogue had learned about her past a long time ago, she literally wore it on her sleeve. <strong>“But, you can jump on him, his head, or his chest or his arms, ‘cause he’as’a forcefield body or whatever... like a trampoline.”</strong> Her hands were bouncing over the table slowly and harmlessly like a bad dance move.<br><strong> <em> </em></strong><br><strong>“He’s fun.”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 21:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne's eyes widened slightly at the quite that was on display in Kitty's text, her cheeks quickly darkening once again to match the shade of her hair. Those shocked, green eyes flicked up at Kitty, as if not believing what she had wrote, and seeing the smile and wink...They quickly looked down at her phone again, even if a shy smile twitched at her lips, a free hand brushing hair back behind an ear. It was sweet, and she knew what Kitty was trying to do...<br><br>But it brought equal parts shame and a happy nervousness in her. It was wrong for two girls to be together. It was what she had been taught, it was what a strict reading of the Bible said. Such feelings were sinful--and the reverend had long beaten into her what a sinful monster she was. A part of her argued, if she was so damned, shouldn't she just enjoy what would make her happy? But the other part of her just wanted to prove she was worthy of being in the light.<br><br>The poor girl's head was quite messed up, and she needed a guiding hand to help her...<br><br>Snapping back to the present, she tilted her head some, giving Kitty a cute, pretty smile. It wasn't fun, per say, but sweet and innocent was Rahne's best look. The fast she was smiling was enough--it reached her eyes. After Kitty took her picture, she lifted her phone up, fiddling with it for the camera. "Um, smile?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 21:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>If Rahne ever accepted it, Kitty would absolutely be a guiding hand into acceptance and happiness. She didn't know Rahne's past, but hopefully the girl would,open up, and Kitty hoped that when she did, she would be able to get her past some of the hang ups that made her feel so beaten down. All Rahne needed was a guiding hand, after all.<br><br>The smile given for the picture was genuine, and Kitty grinned as she took the picture. A few swipes of her finger, and the picture was saved, always to pop up every time Rahne called or texted...which she hoped would be a lot. There was the chance for a strong friendship there, and kitty looked forward to nurturing it.<br><br>When time came for her own picture to be taken, Kitty leaned back. Deciding to go silly, she stuck out her tongue, curling it up...who knew, maybe even giving Rahne an idea of what a tongue could do. Still, she kept it silly, and even held up her hand, fingers making a peace sign. Waiting until the picture was done, she finally dropped the look, giggling softly. "Alright then. You let me know! It's a date!" The last part was just said as fun...but honestly, who knew how the poor girl would take it. "So what else you got going on? Hanging with friends? Homework? Should I take off, or are you cool with me staying and shooting the breeze with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 00:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne smiled and laughed softly at the picture Kitty had her take. A hand covered her mouth politely, as if she had been rude by laughing, and just shook her head as her phone made the '<em>Click!</em>' sound of the picture being taken. Soon enough the girl's image was saved, bringing her contact list up to a whole five people. Progress was good, right?<br><br>Setting her phone down, she sighed softly, and chuckled again as Kitty settled down, echoing Kitty's giggle. It was odd, but she was relaxing some. Kitty was a nice girl, and easy to like--even when she dropped the "D-word" again.<br><br>"R-Right..." Rahne laughed, nervously, her cheeks going red as she looked away from Kitty briefly. Date as in a day, she told herself, not a...night for two people interested in each other. There was a difference, and this was the difference.Yes. That made things easier. Looking back at the girl when she asked what she was doing, though, Rahne just shrugged a bit. "Oh, well...Ah was just planning on reading. Ah...don't do much, really," she said with a slight shrug. "You can stay, if you want. But Ah don't wanna keep you if you have places to be..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 01:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>Kitty decided to tease a little bit. Looking at her phone, she winced, huffing just a bit. "Oooh yeah....damn. The time. I just realized...I DO have somewhere to go..." Gaze flickered back to Rahne, a sly smile flickering over her lips. "I have this library meeting with this really nice girl who's super pretty and doesn't know it. Kinda like an interview, though I'm not sure how to get her to open up."<br><br>Yeah, it was merely a bait. She hoped Rahne figured out who she was talking about. "Do you know how to get shy girls to open up to people? I mean...if I were to try and get her history out so we had something to talk about, what do you think would be the best way?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 03:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne just smiled softly when Kitty looked at her phone and huffed, saying that she did have somewhere to go. If the girl hadn't been so friendly so far, she might have thought Kitty was just trying to ditch her now, under an excuse that didn't make it seem like her visit was so random. So she started to pick up her book, listening as Kitty said who she had to meet.<br><br>Wait a minute...<br><br>The redhead frowned, as she was hardly a fool. Seeing the sly smirk on the girl's face, she blushed deeply, knowing she was being teased and flirted with. It sent a warm wave through her, and more than a few shameful thoughts.<br><br>"Ah...Ah know what you're doing..." she muttered, blushing, cheeks red as she smiled faintly and brushed some hair behind an ear. "You could just ask...Though, Ah don't think Ah have a very interesting story." But, she was smiling. "But, since you're bein' coy...You first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 17:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br><em>"Ah...Ah know what you're doing...</em><br><br>The words had her chuckling softly, a playful little wink being made. Kitty fairly doubted that Rahne would miss the playful tease...and she was glad that the woman hadn't taken any offense to it. A shrug of shoulders was made as she leaned forward, resting upon her elbows as she sighed. "Me first, huh? Alright....well, it isn't very exciting...but if you insist!"<br><br>"I was born just outside of Chicago, Illinois. Grew up with a normal mom and dad, no siblings. My parents had me goin' through martial arts as a little kid...teaching me discipline and all that. I enjoyed it...so stuck with it. When I turned 14, my powers blossomed. Kinda freaked them out. They sent me here instead of the government locking me up. Sometimes they feel guilty about it, so they let me use their credit card for stuff." She shrugged...it was her history, and while it affected her, she didn't seem to let it control her. "I think it didn't fit their perfect suburbia lifestyle to have a mutant for a daughter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 06:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Athletic Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura invites Netty to the gym, has a lot of intense sexual feelings for her new roommate<br><hr><br>Classes had just let out for the afternoon, and Laura was absolutely bursting with energy, and a need to release it. In the six days that they'd been roommates, Netty had been giving her a bunch of funny looks, ones that made Laura feel some kinda somethin'. Two days prior, Laura was sitting on her bed, minding her own business, a book crooked on one knee as she struggled to interpret the history lessons contained within. At first Laura thought that the incessant drumming of the tip of her pencil against the thick pages was getting her those stares, but when Laura forced herself to calm down, those dark eyes still lingered on her, whenever she thought Laura wasn't looking. Like an animal, the Laura's upper lips curled back, her cheeks tightened and she gave a growling snarl and licked her teeth like a wolf about to taste blood. Even still, Netty shot eyes at her. But rather than to confront her, Laura realized that her body had gotten incredibly hot, like she'd just spent an hour in the sauna. In bed later that night, Laura touched herself beneath the blankets, thinking about Netty and those eyes. Plenty of men had looked at her like that in the past, and a few guys her age even, but she never remembered many of them. The next morning, Laura had come back to the dorm from an early morning jog, and Netty asked if she could accompany her the next time she exercised. Thinking of the night before, and the smoldering feeling that Netty had left her with, Laura gave a flustered <strong>"Uhh, sure"</strong>.<br><br>Today felt like a day to push her limits, Laura decided as she jogged back to her dorm room to retrieve her duffelbag and exercise gear. Barging carelessly through the door, breathing hard from her run, Laura hadn't had the opportunity to smell or hear for whoever was in there, so it was a pleasant surprise to find Netty there. <strong>"Hey, roomy."</strong> Laura stepped on the back of each of her shoes to pull her heel out of them, then violently kicked them off towards her closet door, causing a loud clatter as the tumbled to the ground. <strong>"Goin' to the gym, if you wanted to butt in."</strong> Though she was gruff, Laura made sure to make eye contact with Netty and offer a smile, to let her know that she wasn't being a prick. <br><br>On their first day as roommates, Laura had carelessly stripped nude in front of Rahne and Netty. She had been in a rush to dress in her Wolverine uniform that she didn't even care about what they'd think. Since then, Laura had put herself halfway into her closet to spare them a show. However, as she was alone in the room with Netty, she felt an impulse to do it again. The young mutant pulled her gym clothes (http://i.imgur.com/Jp326SK.jpg) out of her dresser, and after giving the dark-skinned girl a sideways look to see if she was paying attention, Laura began to throw off her school clothes. It wasn't slow or seductive, but it also wasn't guarded from Netty's sight, and when she was finished, Laura slipped her athletic shoes on, pulled her duffel out of the closet, and gave a gesture of her head towards the door. <strong>"You still in?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 18:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne just gave Kitty a slight shrug as she insisted her own story wouldn't be interesting. That was possible, but, it gave her time to think about how to present her own. She didn't want to end up being part of a pity party, or to make the girl feel sorry for her. Her past was hardly ideal, and those that learned of it after had a reaction of some kind of extreme to it. But, over all, Rahne was fine with her past. It was what it was--the only things she wished she could change were things inside of her, not things in her past.&nbsp; If she could just turn off being a mutant, turn off her sinful thoughts...Wouldn't everything be better?<br><br>But she listened, and smiled a bit as Kitty mentioned her parents basically let her have their credit card. That could go wrong in so many ways, she imagined. She frowned at the final comment, though.<br><br>"Ah hear a lot of that..." she said softly, before sighing. "Ah never knew my parents. M' mom died giving birth to me, and m' dad...Well, mom was a prostitute, so, he probably doesn't even know Ah exist. Ah was raised in an orphanage ran by the reverend. It was..." she hesitated, her back aching some, before she shook her head. "Ah ran away, when my powers happened. Turned into a werewolf, they chased me to do, well, what scared folk do to monsters out of the dark ages. Moira found me, though, and saved me. Adopted me, and eventually brought me here so Ah could learn to better control m' powers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 19:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Heather Donald (Posting Order) - CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is trying to not embarrass herself in front of the cool girls, but is worried that she might not fit in with them since she's not the definition of "pretty."<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This sweater (https://66.media.tumblr.com/a9111e31e29a6eaf3ccbef24cb0e454b/tumblr_o88usvemPp1rtk5dzo1_1280.jpg), dark skinny jeans, an old pair of Converse sneakers, and finger-less gloves. (https://steampunkwolf.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.524557974_cj76.jpg)<br><hr>Tessa smiled when Rogue clarified herself about the table situation and the fact that she approved of the name Tess had chosen for herself. It was a relief that she had chosen a good name that didn't sound silly or ridiculous. Perhaps she could finally start going by it sometime soon, when she got more comfortable with it. Kitty's reaction to her powers was a positive one as well. Her power did have its bonuses, despite the fact that she often became nauseous. It was a small price to pay to have a do-over after making herself seem awkward or embarrassing herself. Luckily, she hadn't had to use her powers so far, at the table.<br><br>As Rogue explained her own power and seemed to call her pretty, she couldn't help but blush at her words as well as subconsciously lift her hand to her right cheek to make sure her bangs were still in place. She tended to do so often, having become a habit of hers over the past few years. Tessa was very self-conscious about her looks and she was nervous about people seeing that she was ugly when fully exposed. But, for right now, she was enjoying feeling pretty and being accepted by the popular girls, even though it might not last long. There was no telling when she would be found out.<br><br>Heather and Jasmine seemed to chime in about her powers as well, which caused her to want to clarify the limits of her abilities.<strong> "Well, I can only rewind time up to about a minute. So, unfortunately I still have to study for tests. Even if I were to stop time to cheat by looking at my book or steal the answer sheet, I would become more and more nauseous with each question I answered that I didn't know already myself. Plus, it would look a little weird if I suddenly had all my answers done in a split-second," </strong>she explained, seeming to have tried this before in the past.<strong> "And I could have this conversation over and over to get things right, but... It does take a toll on me... And I might end up getting very sick because of it. It gives me vertigo,"</strong> she explained, not going into further detail than that. She didn't want to say that it would eventually cause her to vomit, considering everyone was eating lunch.<br><br>Ripping off another piece of her grilled cheese, she put it in her mouth and chewed slowly as she listened to everyone talking about their experiences with the school. It was good to hear what she could expect in the long-run, having only been a part of the school for less than two weeks. It was a relief that the attention wasn't all on her anymore. Even Rachel seemed to finally stop staring and was looking around the table while everyone spoke.<br><br>When the topic of boys came up, though, she blushed and quickly popped another small piece of her lunch into her mouth, not wanting to talk on the subject. Just the day before, she had been so infatuated with Gambit that she had ended up wandering around the halls, just thinking about him. He was so charming and handsome, despite his unusual eyes. They were almost hypnotizing. But the sound of his accent and his smooth words and chivalrous ways just got to her. It had felt like she had been walking on a cloud when she walked so closely with him. He had made her heart flutter and caused her to forget all about her worries. And when he left her, she was still lost in a dream-like state, wandering aimlessly until she had gotten herself lost.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 04:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/bH7OVq9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room | Campus Athletic Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirting - well, probably more than flirting.<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Something was a bit different about Laura that day. A little strange, which wasn't too far from normal - but she was a lot more out there than Rahne. It had been an interesting past few days, most of which was spent with Netty taking long looks at her roommates - particularly Laura. Netty got her school work finished, for the most part. She even managed to get some sleep, but every once in a while - Netty would stare at Laura long enough for them to catch each other's glance. It was a few days ago that she wanted to see Laura in action. <strong>"Can I come with?"</strong> Netty would ask, giving the Laura a confident smirk, arms crossed at the chest.<br><br>She responded with a yes. There was something a bit off, Laura seemed to be a bit caught off guard by it. Either Laura was thinking about something else or maybe she was 'feeling' some type of way about Netty. She was in the middle of putting on the standard workout clothes; fitted yoga pants &amp; fitted tank top athletic top. It was accompanied by a pair of Nike shoes, with her long dreadlocks pulled up into a ponytail to keep it away from her face. Antoinette's muscles weren't as impressive as Laura's, but it still had a nice tone to them. Then again, her abilities didn't require too much strength.<br><br>Netty was in her own mind when Laura appeared. At first they blushed, but then she smiled to seem less thirsty. <strong>"Hey...uh Laura."</strong> The darker skinned girl couldn't help but blush every time Laura would say something. It turned her own, this touch exterior, but that toothy cute smile. <strong>"I'm definitely still in."</strong><br><br>Then she did it again. Netty thought for sure that Laura was doing it on purpose. She was naked again, but this time Laura dressed a bit quicker. 'Fuck...' Netty thought in silence to herself. Her heart picked up speed, palms sweaty, and a tightness in her gut that only meant that she wanted to naked with her. As soon as Laura was naked, she was immediately dressed. <strong>"Yeah...we...let's go?"</strong> she rolled her eyes, feeling stupid for turning it into a question.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 04:41:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>With Rahne telling her about her past, something clicked in Kitty's mind. Of course, it seemed obvious enough now. She had heard horror stories about the more fanatical Christian-run orphanages. It could absolutely attribute to her meekness now...and, it seemed, always wanting to get by without making waves. It was where she and Kitty differed. After a mission or two, Kitty firmly understood that there was no getting by without making waves. Not for mutants.<br><br>"The fear behind your mutation makes a whole helluva lot of sense now..." Kitty nodded. She knew she was a lot luckier than most other mutants. Her parents hadn't disowned her. At least...not yet. Who knew what the future held. They had since stopped calling years ago. "And I'm glad that you were able to get out of it. Your situation, that is. How long have you been here, anyways? Because if it's as long as I have, and we are only now getting to talk, I'm going to have to have you spank me for my inconsiderate ways..." she giggled softly, winking just a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 14:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne just managed a slight, nervous smile when Kitty commented on her views about her mutation. Her upbringing in the orphanage did have a significant impact on how she viewed things, yes, but she'd never really had someone call her out on it before. It made her a bit nervous. Kitty didn't seem to be judging her, but, a number of people already had taken offense to her because of her faith or her views on her mutation. The incident that had caused the two to really meet had been the worst example of those opinions to happen yet. <br><br>"Ah suppose..." she just murmured in a quiet agreement, just to agree and let the issue drop. Thankfully, Kitty changed the topic all on her own--even if she did do it in a way that made the girl blush. Cheeks flaring red yet again, she just looked away, brushing some hair behind her ear yet again as she tried not to think about that position. Spanking Kitty...Oh, God help her...<br><br>"Ah...Ah really don't think..." she started, flustered, before sighing and just laughing softly. "About a year and a half. Ah just focus on my classes, and visit with the Professor every month or so. How long have you been here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 16:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>"A year and a half! All this time, and I never even said hello..." she sighed, shaking her head gently. "Well that just clinches it. Movies on me." She grinned and winked to Rahne, glad that she had been able to make the girl smile. Sitting up a bit, she crossed her arms on the table, leaning upon it just a bit. She couldn't help but wonder if Rahne realized she had been coming out of her shell bit by bit. And it made Kitty wonder just how much she could get the girl to come out comfortably. It was a good look for Rahne, the seeming tiny bit of confidence to converse.<br><br>"Anyways...what else. Oh! Here's a question for you. If you could do any one thing in the entire world...backpacking across Europe, zip lining the Grand Canyon, swimming the English Channel...whatever! What would it be?" Her grin widened some...it was fun to just let loose...so long as they didn't get crazy loud in the library. "Also, I am now a little curious what you talk to the professor about..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 03:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne just chuckled slightly, and smiled again as Kitty doubled-down on their movie da--rendezvous. No, meeting? Yes, that. Meeting. They had a movie meeting, where two new friends would bond a bit more over a movie that neither had seen. There was nothing wrong or illicit about that type of night. And they could have popcorn, and drink, and talk, and get to know each other more. All over an innocent movie. Or, innocent-ish, considering the themes that were explored in the book. It was better than watching Fifty Shades of Grey. Or...Something along those lines.<br><br>"Ah'm looking forward to it..." she said faintly, looking back up at Kitty. The girl's question surprised her, though. It was an odd one, and she blinked for a moment. Well...<br><br>"Ah guess...Ah'd like to see...Hmm..." she hummed, before sighing and shaking her head. "Ah don't know. But, the Professor...He helps me with my powers. So I don't lose control again, and hurt someone. He reinforces a...block, to make using them harder." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 05:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>"Well..if anyone is good with helping people and their powers, it's the professor. I remember when my powers first developed, I fell right through my bed, and landed on my dads desk. Doctor called it an 'apneic episode'...like when someone stops breathing when they sleep. Guess everyone has it. But falling through the floor woke me up fast. My parents thought I had slept-walked, until they realized my arm was broken from the fall."<br><br>Kitty ended her ramble, and tilted her head as she studied Rahne a moment. "Hey...you know, have you ever tried to control your powers, instead of them controlling you? Because that kind of ability...you could be a great asset to the Xmen. Definitely give Laura a run for her money..." In truth, Kitty didn't know Laura outside of her attitude and skill..but it was enough to make her decide staying away was probably best. It also reminded her...she neede to see if things with Yolande were still rocky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 16:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne couldn't help herself, she laughed softly when Kitty told her story about how she had fallen through her bed when her powers developed. She had thought it was meant to be a funny kind of story to share--right up until the girl said she broke her arm. Wincing a bit, Rahne kicked herself for laughing, and just shook her head with a frown. Walking through walls and all that, though, sounded like a cool ability. Definitely more useful than her own. But, short of Rogue or Camelia, and a few others at the school, Rahne as mostly convinced every other power was more useful than her own. If she had a choice though she would give it all up and be a normal human, though, just so she could at least be left alone. <br><br>"Sorry, Ah didn't mean to laugh..." she sighed out. But as Kitty mentioned how she could be useful to the X-Men with her powers, the girl tensed up slightly. She just shook her head again. Despite the forced self-defense lessons that Betsy had forced on her, she still wasn't too keen on the thought of ever being in a fight. "No...Ah'm not a fighter. Ah thinks it's best for everyone if Ah just stay...normal..." she muttered. "Besides...Laura is the best at what she does. Ah don't think anyone will give her a run." she smiled faintly at the thought of her roommate. She really did like Laura...But, she would have to be blind not to see how she and Netty looked at one another. It made her jealous, to some shame, especially as she had been around Laura much longer, but...<br><br>Well, maybe it was for the best. She still wasn't even sure if Laura was still angry at her for the cafeteria incident. She had been doing her best to avoid her roommates since then. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 18:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>Rahne laughed. It was progress! Kitty smiled, shaking her head gently at Rahne's laugh. Luckily Kitty could see the humor in it...it had happened five years ago. Sure, it hadn't been funny when it happened, but it was funny now. When Rahne began to frown, Kitty reached forward, her hand coming to take Rahne's to give a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Of course, Kitty was curious if Rahne would accept the physical contact. So, as way of experimenting, she would let her hand linger.<br><br>"It's okay. It wasn't funny when it happened, but I can laugh about it now..." her giggle came out, showing there were no hard feelings. Still, her smile faltered somewhat when Rahne put down her own powers. "Rahne, I hope you don't take this the wrong way...because it's coming fro can a place of love. You're a mutant...there is no normal for us. Why not use your powers to do some good? Of course, it's your choice. But just something to think of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 01:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>Rahne relaxed a bit when Kitty started to laugh, her shoulders lowered as tension left her. As long as the girl could laugh at it now, and wasn't holding anything against her...she was okay with that. The hand taking her own for a reassuring squeeze made her flinch some, but, she didn't pull away. Instead she blushed at the contact and looking away, almost coyly. Even as the hand lingered...After a few moment, she pulled away, slowly, but the touch had been let to happen for longer than was quite needed for friends.<br><br>Then, however, Kitty had to mentioned her powers.<br><br>"No good will come from me using my powers..." she insisted, not meeting Kitty's gaze as she shook her head. "Ah turn into a beast...Just a monster, nothing that can help anyone. There's a reason the old stories are of hunting werewolves, not helping them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 04:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>"Yeah....because the werewolves were dead and couldn't write. There is also a reason why the story of the Crusades is framed the way it is, Rahne. Winners always make themselves the good guys." It was a bit of serious truth, but Kitty figured that the poor girl needed it. <br><br>The time was closing though. She didn't want Rahne to beat herself up forever. The girl only had this one life to live, and it seemed foolish to spend it hiding who she was, hiding from everyone, and being a punching bag for bullies. "I'm sorry. I know it's a sensitive subject, we can drop it. I don't want you thinking I disapprove of you or your ideas, Rahne. I'm glad we are able to look past that and be friends." <br><br>Kitty glanced at her watch then, smiling softly. "Anyways...I should probably jet. I signed up for a Danger Room session in a few days, and I need to hit the gym. One thing you can count on with simulations here....they are a workout!" Standing up, she stretched just a bit before looking down. "Hey...you want to work out sometime? You've been here over a year, you should come check out the public gym. It's pretty cool!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 06:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Athletic Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura talks a lot, nervously, as she prepares to begin her workout<br><hr><br>Even though she'd just asked, even though Netty was already in her Gym clothes, even though they'd agreed to it... Even though it had been Netty's idea in the first place, Laura was surprised when Netty agreed to go to gym with her. <strong>"Uhh... Oh! Sweet!"</strong> Confusion evaporated into genuine enthusiasm as she threw the duffel bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. In the span of a dozen steps, she looked back at Netty twice, making sure that she wasn't backing out on her promise. And, of course, there was just something thrilling about looking at her. Netty followed, and closed the door behind her, and to Laura, that meant a lot. <strong>"C'mon, it's this way."</strong><br><br>Her guy was tingly for a few reasons. It was the midpoint between lunch and dinner, and after the workout she had planned, Laura would be trembling with hunger before the lunch ladies would even get busy in the kitchen. On top of that, she was bristling with energy that needed to be worked off somehow. And on top of that, she kept looking back at Netty. Laura ran a hand through her dark hair, sweeping it out of her eyes self-consciously, and performed that same mindless gesture a few times, wondering if she looked foolish, her hair such a mess after jogging. She wanted to say something, but Laura didn't have anything interesting to say, and she didn't know if she should be asking her any questions. There were a lot of things she wanted to know about Netty, but at the same time, something told her that she was&nbsp; pretty into what she already knew about her roommate.<br><br>It was either the eager pace that the regenerative mutant set, or her mind burned with so much confusion, but they arrived at the gym sooner than later. <strong>"Good. We're here."</strong> She was a useless narrator, as if Netty couldn't recognize the gym facility, even if she wasn't as frequent a member as Laura. <strong>"Whats your machine?"</strong> There were long rows of treadmills, stairmasters and stationary bicycles at the entrance, but Laura breezed past all of them, towards another row of more manual machines. She set her sights on something even more simple, a basic, square frame that was about ten feet tall, with a pull-up bar pulled halfway down. Laura tossed her duffel bag down and unzipped it, ruffling through it for a moment before emerging with a pair of protein bars, as well as a pair of well-worn athletic gloves. <br><br>Laura quickly slipped the gloves on, then appraised the two bars in her hand. Normally, she could burn through four of them during a workout session just to keep up her energy.&nbsp; She studied it for a moment then looked back to Netty, and with a timid smile, offered it out as a gift. <strong>"Double chocolate-y. It's good."</strong> After insistently pushing it into Netty's hands, not giving her a moment to refuse, Laura ripped hers open and tore into it like a wild animal, chocolate soon smearing her lips. <strong>"So..."</strong> She came up for breath after chewing and swallowing, trying to think of something to say. Even though she felt such an urgent compulsion to begin her workout, she sensed that there was something between them. It wasn't her regular senses that tipped her off, but something else. Instinct. Woman's intuition.<br><br><strong>"...Where'd you come from, before Xavier's, anyways? Was it cool? This place is so... Not cool."</strong> She took a timid bite of her snack, not letting her hunger steal her attention away as she stared up with her light green eyes, wondering after the fact if her question had been stupid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 15:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/bH7OVq9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room | Campus Athletic Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirting - Maybe a little nervous as well<br><hr><br>Well, it was happening and there was no changing that. Netty was about the see the girl in action, well not exactly action - but she was going to see how her muscles worked, for sure. Antoinette was always fascinated by women with muscles. It was always the men with muscles that got any sort of attention. As a lesbian and as a woman, she always admired women with a strength of men. For Netty, it always looked much better on a feminine body in the first place. How the muscles laid out on a woman's natural curves, how she managed to still be both beautiful and powerful. And how it felt when a woman with biceps wrapped their arms around her. <br><br>Netty was too excited to just bee near her to notice that she was nervous. It was cute, the fumbling with the hair and turning back to look at her. Netty would only smile when their eyes met, almost smirking to flirt just a little bit. The walk was quiet, except for the chatter of various students as they walked through the halls. The girl mostly kept her eyes forward, occasionally looking down to admire Laura's firm, fit ass. Before long, the two were in the gym, which seemed to be occupied by very few that day.<br><br>She was observing the area when Laura asked her about the machine she used to work out. Netty shook her head, that wasn't even a thing for her. <strong>"I hardly work out, so I don't really know where to begin."</strong> at least she was honest, but she did enjoy the gym when she went. Netty stayed away, mostly out of loneliness. <strong>"I'll probably end up following you around..."</strong> she spoke nervously, but her voice did not jump. <br><br>It was when Laura offered her a protein bar that she felt the need to make a lewd comment, mostly to ease her nerves. As she exclaimed that the flavor the bar was good, Netty quietly spoke back <strong>"I'm probably a better tasting chocolate..."</strong> she muttered the last bit, then rolled her eyes. She felt stupid.<br><br>Netty took the bar, opening and taking the first bite. It was okay, but definitely not something she would find too enjoyable on a daily. <strong>"Technically, I lived on the streets - mostly. It's your typical "lost child with a bright mind, hanging out with the wrong people." sort of story. It's not very entertaining. What about you?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8876779/740full-nicole-meyer.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday 6th September, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Singing this: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq8ETHVh530</div></div><hr><br><br><br>Yolande smiled a little at Rahne's response. She was glad the girl was comfortable, or at least claimed to be comfortable, with her presence. As she continued to sing she smiled at Rahne. Her talent was impressive, and she felt glad to have a gifted pianist to sing to. The music was beautiful, and Yolande enjoyed how her voice sounded accompanied by it. She pushed her voice a little, although the song was a fairly calm one it had enough space to show off her lifetime of coaching.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Wonder this time where she's gone<br>Wonder if she's gone to stay<br>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone<br>And this house just ain't no home<br>Anytime she goes away</em></div><br>While she sang she moved a small stool up to sit a little beside the piano, far enough away to let Rahne maintain personal space but close enough that it still felt like they were creating their music together. She felt an unusual warmth. Yolande wasn't used to appreciating other people's talents, and most other musicians she met were either talent-less or egotistical and irritating. <br><br>After her initial curiosity she'd stopped, or at least done her best to stop, probing Rahne's mind. She felt images and ideas of the self depreciating nature and it bit her a little. For once someone she was impressed by and they were bringing themselves down. Ordinarily it was her bringing others down. Uncertainly Yolande decided to attempt to speak with Rahne telepathically to avoid ruining their music. She spoke in a soft, gentle tone doing her best not to startle her. <br><br><em>"Hello." </em><br><br>Her perfect pitched introduction pushed into Rahne's mind, quietly Yolande wasn't sure if she was making an awful decision but outwardly she was incapable of displaying that uncertainty. <br><br><em>"I can speak to you like this. If you want. So we do not interrupt the music. You are incredibly talented, I hope you know."</em><br><br>If Rahne turned to the source of the voice she'd see Yolande offering a small smile. She ordinarily wasn't nearly this sensitive or polite, but something about Rahne seemed so vulnerable that Yolande didn't feel at all threatened or confrontational, but did worry about upsetting her further. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 14:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>"We migh' of been too busy eatin' people ta write our side down..." Rahne muttered in protest, staring at the top of the table. Kitty was fighting against years of indoctrination--a simple talk, the first time they had ever really talked, was doomed to make little impact on the girl's tormented psyche. Professor X had been making progress with her, and there was room for the X-Men team member to make use of that. Even with the set-back she'd suffered in her recovery, from that incident in the cafeteria just a few days prior. The reverend had only known of her mutation on the day that it manifested, and they village had chased her down to kill her, but the years before he'd had plenty of time to ensure she believed that she was a product of the Devil, a creature of sin. Her mutation had only reinforced those beliefs, especially one as wrong as hers.<br><br>"It's faen..." she said softly, before looking at Kitty with a weak smile when the girl apologized for the sensitive topic. But she just nodded, understanding, when Kitty said it was time for her to go. She wasn't surprised, she probably scared the brunette off. The idea of going to the gym, though...Flashes of Laura's build form flashed in her mind, and then of Psylocke and their training, and she shook her head. "Ah...don' do so well with people aroun'...Ah run in the mornin' and at night. That's enough f' me." <br><br>But she gave her a smile.<br><br>"Thanks for talkin' though, Kitty...Um...Feel free to text, and...Ah'll let you know when we can do tha' movie...watching." she panicked on saying date at the last second, her cheeks red, as she shook her head. "Have a blessed day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 00:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>Kitty had tried. She merely hoped that Rahne wouldn't think she was running off...or that she didn't want to see Rahne again. She wasn't so foolish to think that she would reverse years of heavy indoctrination, but perhaps if more people let Rahne know that they weren't scared, she would open up a bit more.<br><br>"We don't have to go when it's busy. Just you and me...and you can know that I won't ever judge, and I will always help. But no pressure...the choice is always yours, Rahne." There was s bit more in that wording, And Kitty didn't realize it...wouldn't realize it until she had left. At the stutter towards <em>watching</em>, Kitty couldn't help but giggle. "Alright. It's a watching." She would then come around the table, and extend her arms. "Silly question....have I earned a hug from all this? If no it's cool...but I tend to be a bit of a hugger some time.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:16:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read. <br><hr><br>"We'll see..." Rahne just admitted softly. The idea of going to a gym just didn't settle well with her. That meant a certain kind of outfit, seeing people working out, sweaty, and...showers...No. It just wasn't a good idea. She enjoyed her runs, and that was enough for her. Between that and her diet she thought she did well for keeping herself in shape. "But...Probably not...Maybe, if you like running...?" That was a fair offer, right? Or, perhaps a bad one. She hardly knew the girl after all.<br><br>But it was time to go. When Kitty asked for a hug, Rahne laughed softly, but nodded, setting her book down.<br><br>"Just...'round the shoulders, please? Or m' neck, Ah...Ah don't like my back being touched..." she said a bit lamely, knowing that it had to sound weird. But after they hugged, she smiled at Kitty, and pick her book up to leave. "Have a good day, Kitty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br><hr><br>"Running? Sure....if you are willing, I'd be delighted to take a run with you!" Kitty wasn't really much of a runner. Not to say she couldn't move if she needed...lots of times she had had to in the Danger Room. But she didn't do it for fun. Instead, her practice of martial arts is where she got her cardio. And it felt good, stretching muscles at the end of a session, knowing she had pushed her body to its max.<br><br>As Rahne stated the rules about hugging, Kitt merely shrugged. Arms gently wrapped around the tops of Rahne's shoulders, and Kitty dared to go so far as to place a light kiss on the redheads cheek before they pulled away. "You too, Rahne. Let me know when you want to see that movie...I'll order it on Netflix, and we can watch it whenever you want..." winking, Kitty turned to head out of the library. There was a sense of accomplishment in her walk, a smile upon her lips. Kitty was feeling good about being friends with Rahne, and hoped that she would be able to help draw the lovely lady out of her shell, and let her shine.<br><br>Kitty thought it was a marvelous idea.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">END SCENE</span></em></strong></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 02:38:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f9/95/06/f99506e9d7d9c4e3d670aef1505806ab.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr><br>With a few hours to spare before she would have to meet up with Abi for their next tutoring session, Rahne figured he would pass the time by playing the piano.<br><br>Her tutoring sessions with Abi were more enjoyable than she had thought they would be. The fact that she had a crush slowly growing on the girl was both something that made her excited for each day they met up, and dread it at the same time. But her nerves were already frayed, and not wanting to show up a complete mess, she decided some time could be well spent relaxing. Which brought her to the lounge that evening. Or, specifically, one of the lounges.<br><br>One of the original rooms in the mansion, it still had the same "old time" charm one would expect from historic buildings. Ornate book cases and comfortable, almost Victorian style furniture, the only modern appliances in the room was the lighting. Even then, it ran through a style fitting with the room, and Rahne went to the mantle even then, turning on the light in the fireplace that mimicked the feel and appearance of a fire. From there, she walked over to the grand piano, sitting in the corner of the room. In her experience, not many people visited this particular room. And those that did mainly did so for quiet study time, with little risk of being bothered or disturbed by anyone else. With no television, no radio, just books and couches and a piano, it held little appeal for anyone of her generation. Setting her ever-present Bible on the bench next to her, Rahne lifted the cover of the piano keys, brushing her fingers over them gently.<br><br>A quick run through of the scales, to hear the piano's tune, and she started to play. Soft, calming, simple music. Just playing improv, following no sheet music and letting her fingers roam as they would, she filled the room with a soft, gentle melody as her eyes closed. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she played, just letting the music move her. She had learned to play for Reverend Craig's church, and then Moira had helped her refine her talent at the keys even further. It was a relaxing hobby for her, and not one she often shared, not wanting the attention it might bring on her. In moments of solitude, though, she liked to indulge.<br><br>The music would drift from the room and down the hall, as she had left the lounge doors open, free for anyone who might wander by and wonder who was playing to poke their heads in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 03:38:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br><hr><br>It had been a few days since she had started wearing less baggy and more form-fitting clothes, thanks to her roommate. She had tried on quite a few of her friend's outfits, trying to figure out what her style was and she hadn't quite figured it out, yet. She had spent so long wearing nothing but dark colors and baggy sweaters that she hadn't really given it a thought as to what she really wanted to wear. Today was just another day of experimentation and also coming out of her shell. It was the first day she had decided not to wear gloves to hide her scars. Sure, she decided this on a day that she was wearing long sleeves to cover most of them up, but her palms were exposed, so she felt like it was a win. Any little bit counted after hiding for so many years.<br><br>Today was also a day she had decided to wear heels. She had practiced only a few times for short periods and had finally been able to walk and not have it look obvious that she didn't know how to walk in heels. She was finally getting the hang of it.<br><br>With her books pressed to her chest, her arms crossed over them, she walked down the hall, away from her previous class. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor, echoing the empty hallway in a lovely sound... Or at least it sounded lovely to her. Finally, she didn't have to hide anymore; She could make all the noise she wanted and people could stare at her and she wouldn't worry if they knew she was a mutant. She was home. This place was the home she had always wanted and she had finally made it after so many years of punishment. She made it.<br><br>Just as she was turning a corner, basking in her own thoughts of how wonderful this place was, another mutant turned the corner just as she did. It was nothing but a blur to her and a quick gust of wind as a speedster rushed past her, seemingly in a hurry. He managed not to hit her, but the sudden wind and her lack of secure balance in heels caused her to trip over herself as she tried to regain her footing. Her books fell from her arms and a few colorful pens scattered over the floor as the steady clicking of her walk turned into a cluster of clicks before she finally fell when she stepped on the edge of her heel, causing it to slide out from under her. A quick yelp left her lips before she hit the floor, landing on her side, having tried to catch herself with her arm. It caused her to hit her elbow pretty hard and she immediately rolled onto her back and held her elbow with her hand. <strong>"Owww,"</strong> she whimpered to herself, not thinking anyone else was around. If she had, she might have focused on the way she looked before focusing on her elbow. Her bangs had fallen away from her cheek and her skirt was not at all hiding her pink lace panties.<br><br>It was a good thing no one was around to see her right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 06:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://livedoor.blogimg.jp/m37291923/imgs/f/a/fa47485b-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana hears a piano sound and is excited to meet anyone playing it<br><hr>Hana was still familiarizing herself to the mansion, it was quite big and there was a lot of parts that she hadn’t explored yet. With no one to be her guide, she felt like a lost child in an amusement park. That’s when she heard something that totally interested her. It was the sound of music. It was the beautiful timbre of a piano. Without waiting, she quickly followed the sound to find whomever was playing, she was hoping that she could make a friend, a piano playing friend. Anyone who played this music was a nice people. She walked quickly through the corridor, excited, with her violin case on her back. <em>’Maybe we could do some collaboration?’</em>, her head already filled with excitement.<br><br>She quickly entered the room and saw the girl at the piano bench, but since she was too excited, she was tripped by a small ledge in the floor by the door, and fell to the ground, an embarrassing moment for her, not a good first impression for anyone. She got up slowly while rubbing her face. <br><br>If Rahne stopped playing the piano because she had heard Hana tripping, then Hana would apologize and bow a little bit.<strong> “I.... I’m sorry to disturb you.”</strong>, she would be panicked. If Rahne didn’t stop, Hana would standing there and listening to her while she finished playing.<br><br><strong>“M.... My name is Hana, nice to meet you.”</strong>, she smiled at her, nervous, hoping that she wasn’t disturbing her. <strong>“I... I love music, and your music is beautiful.”</strong>, her compliment was sincere, even though she was still nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 15:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f9/95/06/f99506e9d7d9c4e3d670aef1505806ab.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr><br>Rahne did stop playing the piano when she heard the door to the lounge push open slightly, soon followed by the 'thud!' of a body tripping and hitting the floor. Startled, she paused, standing up and looking over the piano to the door. Was Yolande coming to join her again? Probably not, she couldn't imagine that particular woman having any entrance other than a dramatic, flawless, and stunning one. Instead, she saw another girl that she didn't recognize. It certain seemed like they had gotten a lot of new students lately--and a lot of girls, at that. Shaking those thoughts away, though, she smoothed out her shirt and stepped away from the bench, rushing to the door to help or at least see if the girl was okay.<br><br>"Are you okay?" she asked, her Scottish accent heavy with worry, as she approached Hana. The girl was already getting up on her own, and didn't seem hurt, so Rahne didn't invade her space by touching her. But she did hover close by, just in case. "No, don't apologize...You sure you are okay?"<br><br>The redhead offered a kind smile, nodding in greeting when the girl introduced herself. But before she could return the favor, Hana had her blushing, complimenting her music. That was twice now someone had come in on her playing, and complimented it. If she didn't know better she might think they were on to something.<br><br>"Oh, thank you..." she murmurred, a bit embarrassed, but still smiling as she offered Hana a hand to shake. "Ah'm Rahne, nice to meet you. You...play the violin?" she asked then, nodding to the case on Hana's back, now that she saw it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 15:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/L2ZRxfT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charles Xavier's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th - 9:50 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem waking up and getting prepared the day after the mission with the rioters and protestors. She walks to Xavier's office, walks in, and greets the professor.<br><hr><br>Salem Summers had been given a day off, and sleeping in was difficult for her to do. The riot from the night before was loud in her memory, but she'd had a dreamless and quiet sleep. She'd woken up at just after 6:00 the first time, and struggled to find sleep again. Checking the time required glasses, so she didn't do it often. The feeling of having a naked face had been hardwired into her brain as a dangerous sensation. It had taken years, but she trusted herself to sleep without protection on. There had been no memory between 6:30 and 7:15, so there had to have been some dreamless sleep somewhere. After that, she just kept her glasses on and layed there, looking around her room. <br><br>She'd&nbsp; woken up that morning with a sharp pain in her neck and countless bruises along her arms and legs. she'd spent more time in bed than usual, and some fresh scrapes and cuts had stuck to the sheets when she finally crawled out. It was almost 8:00 as she finally started to stir, forty five minutes was enough time to call it quits. The lack of comfort was less of a problem for Salem than it ought to have been, she was in high spirits that morning<br><br><em>'10:00 am. Big day.' </em>Salem felt herself sticking to the sheets, sharp pain followed the blankets detaching from her scrapes and abrasions. Still though, she was smiling, and laughing. She'd had these types of wounds before, getting out of bed this soar was a sadistic joy for her. It meant she'd done something to deserve this pain. And she felt like she'd done good the night before. <br><em><br>'I'll send you into the field when you're ready Salem.' - 'That's how you'll know.' </em>Charles voice was in her head when she woke, and she was fairly certain he wasn't in there making it happen. It was excitement, anticipation. Salem didn't know for certain, but she had a pretty good idea of what her first deployment in the field meant. And mostly, it meant that she wasn't a student anymore. 'But, I'm ready now, Professor. You know I'm ready now.' She could hear her younger self too in her memory as she found the strength to pull the blankets away completely. She exhaled in a soft chuckle, and groaned as her feet swung over the bed. <br><br>When she sat up a powerful headrush caused an immediate earthquake to rattle between her temples. Headaches were a particular problem for Salem. She didn't have them regularly, but when she did have them, it felt like her brain was about to explode. The pressure was sometimes too much to bear. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. <br><br>Standing up was painful, everything was soar. She stood up straight and brought a hand to the nape of her neck in an attempt to wear away at the knot there. Salem's neck and shoulders took the brunt of her stress physically. She bunched up there, and held all of her tension in her shoulders.<br><br>Stretching was painful too, but she fought through it and went through a short routine to get her blood moving. <br><br>By 8:20, she'd found her way into the shower, and she was finally dressed by about 9:00. Nothing felt right. She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a simple white halter top. It was a modest blouse that was concealing as well as sleeveless. The red head wasn't sure what to do with herself. She attended school every day. She was miles ahead of where most twenty two year old people. Her ruby-quartz glasses were in front of her deadly eyes. She opted for the easier, lighter option. Her head was pounding, the visor created extra pressure that she definitely didn't need. <br><br>Her daily routine was shot and she hadn't mentally prepared for anything really. She knew that she would be talking to the professor in about an hour. Her goal was to get rid of this headache.<em> 'It's not related to the beams...' </em>Salem told herself. The headaches always came in the morning, and they came fairly randomly. So, she felt fine blaming it on dehydration.<br><br>Finding her desk chair, she thought it would be smart to check her email and sort through messages on the school's website. She usually did that at about 6:45 every morning, so it was possible that a few people were waiting for a response. She was correct. And she couldn't keep herself from smalling when she saw the name 'Charles Xavier' in her inbox.<em> 'He doesn't send emails.' </em>Salem saw him around the mansion, and she had scheduled meetings with him three or four times a month. And she knew full well what the email would be. But, it still felt special to recieve it. He typically didn't ever do that. They usually planned their next meetings in person, when she opened the body of the message, she was even more excited. 10:00 couldn't come fast enough.<br><br><hr><hr>Salem left her room well before she needed to do so, being punctual was important to her, especially on such an important day. She'd taken some extra strength excedrin to try and knock out the fissure cracking head pain she was having. There had been some food with the pills, but not quite enough. Almost all food before 11:00 made her queazy. By the time she was walking through the corridors towards Xavier's office, the head ache was starting to fade away. <br><br>The excedrin had kicked in completely, she was sure of it. And still, the suggestion of a head ache was loud in her mind. The pain was dull now though, and calmer. She put a sweater on over her halter top and some modest balet flats. She didn't want to show off the bruises up and down both arms, so covering them seemed like the best option. <br><br>Arriving at about 9:50, Salem did what she always did, she knocked with one hand as she turned the knob with the other and politely walked in, softly closing the door behind her.&nbsp; Cyclops was always early for these meetings, and Xavier wasn't always there when she arrived. She never minded when he was missing at first. She was well aware that he would always show. She turned to face his desk with a smile on her face to see him sitting there behind it. Her hand lifted to wave, but she just put it up and dropped it without any actual waving.<br><br>Her head was still pounding as she made her way over to his desk. <strong>"Good Morning Professor." - "I got your email. Did you really think I would forget?"</strong> She was teasing her mentor. They had had the conversation close to a year ago about her becoming a member of the team. But it had been a constant topic in their talks, and she thought about it often. The chaos from the night before was far from glorious. But the accomplishment was washing over her before the conversation even started. <br><br>She carefully set herself down in the chair opposite Xavier on her side of the desk. <strong>"The message said that you wanted to talk to me about something." </strong>Salem didn't know how to start the conversation exactly. She wanted to talk about the mission, but that was too fresh and there was no way the blowback had settled in a matter of hours. She wanted to tell him how well she'd done, she wanted to dive into it, <em>'do I get my own locker?!!'</em> Her mind was hot with excitement as she kept her lips buttoned together, <em>'Can I fly the plane now that I did a mission!' - 'I'm the newest x-man right? I would never forget, Professor it's all I think about.' - 'I'm too excited.'</em><br><br>As active as her mind was, her body was still. Salem's crimson glare was active behind the ruby quartz. The shade and hue of the semi-floreuscent lenses never changed as Salem was shifting her eyes around the room. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 15:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/0cab045af8d60abf82d971b9034e2860/tumblr_o2g8bi5oVw1tq8xp2o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn--oooh, that's a pretty girl.<br><hr><br>But there was someone around to see Hourglass right then.<br><br>Gambit let out an annoyed huff as he came skidding out of a classroom, taking a short sprint down the section of the hall to the corner that the speedster had already disappeared along. He had been <em>trying</em> to give the student detention, for disrupting class and being an all-in-all smart ass. But with the logic that he couldn't punish what he couldn't catch, the kid had dashed off in a blur. Which, really, Gambit almost had to applaud. It was a train of logic he could completely get behind--after all, it was his own logic, and had helped him through quite a few heists and chases from people not too fond of his heists. If the speedster was anywhere else, he would have gotten away with it. But, alas, he was at the school, and he knew which room the kid stayed in. One way or another, he was getting his hands around that kid's throat and shaking some sense into him.<br><br>But it only took him a few seconds to see a bit of collateral damage had been caused in the very short-lived chase. Seeing the girl on the ground, and the gratuitous panty shot, he looked down the hall to make sure the speedster was gone before crouching next to the girl, black and red eyes glancing over her to make sure that she was okay.<br><br>"You okay, <em>mon ami</em>?" he asked the girl, Cajun accent hinting at some concern. Another pretty girl--they had to be multiplying at this school. "Hourglass, right? Here, let Gambit help you up..." he said, winking at her, as he offered her a hand to help pull her up, to make sure she was alright. They could worry about her dropping books and papers in a second.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 22:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Realizing something didn't go right at somepoint in the very recent past.<br><hr><br>Domino wasn't stupid. She knew that something big had gone on the day before she arrived. Still, being in a 23 hour lockdown didn't really allow her to keep up to date on current events. A shame, since the riots at the library had certainly made the news. Still, just the way people moved around school, and the fact that there were news vans rolling slowly by, along with the occassional person with a scar that looked too fresh for comfort...it said that something big had gone down. <br><br>She hadn't meant to run into the hot woman with dark hair and dark clothes. It just sort of happened to work out. She had left her room, and figured it would be a good time to figure out the school, find out what classes she had to take, and why. She knew that the Professor, Charles, wanted her in a new class coming up...something about post-traumatic stress. Domino flat out refused. She wasn't broken, and she didn't need some faux shrink telling her she needed to express her feelings.<br><br>Now, the sight of Blackout....Domino knew that THAT girl needed to get her feelings out. She couldn't help but pause, and look around. The girl looked absolutely shell-shocked. A quick look around showed that nobody else was going to help out. And so with a sigh, Domino shifted, and made her way towards the depressed femme. The day had found her in a pair of cargo pants that hung low on her hips, a black tank top that said "Don't fuck with Creepy Girls" in large white lettering, and military issue combat boots. The last addition would be what announced her arrival, and she plopped down next to Blackout, merely looking around, before offering her a quick look. "Not for nothin'....but for a girl as hot as you, you're lookin' like shit...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 05:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://livedoor.blogimg.jp/m37291923/imgs/f/a/fa47485b-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana is excited to meet a new friend<br><hr><strong>“YES!”,</strong> Hana answered to the last question excitedly, practically ignoring all the other things that Rahne had said, except her name. There was a clear excitement written all over her face. A big smile, sparkling eyes and something like a clear aura of happiness emanated from her. <br><br>Then she quickly put down her violin case and opened it. Aside from her violin, there were some wind instruments inside as well. She withdrew the violin and showed it to her newfound friend. <strong>“Want to play together with me?”</strong>, she asked her in a way that would likely be very hard to refuse. <strong>“I’m sure our music will create a bigger thing. With your piano there, and my violin here we can change the world. Right?”</strong>, she kept talking and her Japanese accent came out here and there. <br><br><strong>“Ah, sorry, maybe I’m too excited by all of this.”,</strong> she finally stopped talking and let Rahne speak, still with her sparkling eyes looking directly at Rahne's eyes and a big smile full of hope.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 06:59:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Brooding darkly over the mission.<br><hr><br>Blackout, despite her name, was usually a very friendly and relaxed person.&nbsp; This place was home to her and it was rare that she felt uncomfortable in this place and that reflected in her attitude.&nbsp; But today, and indeed for the last couple of days, it was like a black cloud had hung over her.&nbsp; She was downtrodden and miserable and the source was her actions and what they had caused in the mission.&nbsp; She had freaked out and panicked and gotten hurt and hurt others as well.&nbsp; She was, realistically, lucky that she'd gotten out with a few minor scars and bruises.&nbsp; But the outcome had led to her being banned from future missions until Xavier and the others were confident that she could handle herself.&nbsp; Normally, they would upset her, but right now even she wasn't sure about if she could handle a mission anymore.&nbsp; She'd spent years and years training and on her first run out, she'd nearly gotten herself killed.<br><br>Not really having anyone to talk to about how she felt about it, and not wanting to burden Tessa with it since the two were just now starting to become friends, she had taken to sitting by herself in one of the common rooms.&nbsp; No one bothered her, knowing what had happened and being unsure how to handle her right now.&nbsp; And that had only darkened her mood and the mood was reflected in her clothing.&nbsp; While she normally liked to be sporting tight clothing that showed off plenty of cleavage, she was wearing a baggy black sweater and a pair of black jeans that were still tight, but more or less hidden by the way she was sitting with her body curled into a ball against the arm of the couch.&nbsp; At this point, she doubted she'd be interrupted in her brooding until her body finally demanded that she get up to be fed or use the bathroom or whatever reason it gave for her needing to move.<br><br>But then she got a shock when someone sat down right next to her.&nbsp; Looking over, she realized that she had no idea who this girl was and the way that she spoke shocked Blackout.&nbsp; Shocked her and also made her crack a smile as the strangeness of the comment broke through her dark mood for the briefest of moments.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah well when everything goes to hell on you, sometimes you can't help it,"</strong> she said, <strong>"And not to be a bitch or anything, but who in the fuck are you?"</strong>&nbsp; The words weren't said with any particular malice, but they were used to make it clear that she hadn't appreciated being addressed like that.&nbsp; But even despite that, she couldn't help but feel a bit better that someone was actually willing to talk to her after what had happened.&nbsp; Even if it was someone she'd never met before in her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 07:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Realizing something didn't go right at somepoint in the very recent past.<br><hr><br>Domino had had a feeling about this girl. If she acted like she had seen her dress, then the chick was made of sterner stuff than she let on. And with that one single question, Blackout proved it. A smile began to creep upon her lips at the brusque question, her brow arching gently. <strong>"I knew you had fire...got a sense for that shit. I'm Neena....people call me Domino."</strong> Her hand lifted in offerance to the woman.<br><br>As hands were shook, Domino glanced around. Nobody else was around. Still, her voice dropped gently. <strong>"I got some skills, believe it or not. And one of them is reading people. Now, any idiot can tell you got shit on your mind...but I've seen that look in your eye before. Hell, I've had it."</strong> her voice wasn't really playful now. Nor was in condescending. If there was something that Domino could sympathize with, it was a first time killer...or someone that thought they fit the profile.<br><br>She shifted, coming to face Blackout a bit more. Legs crossed, her voice remaining low. <strong>"One thing I can tell you, it's not something you wanna keep bottled up, whatever it is. I ain't a bartender...but I got good ears, and a pension to remain quiet..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 17:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br><hr><br>Hourglass was whimpering and holding her elbow from the pain. Why did they even call it a funny bone? Her legs squirmed as she rocked slightly, silently cursing in her own mind at the fact that she just HAD to wear these heels today. Sure, they looked pretty and she had always wanted to wear heels, but she should've known better than to practice in a school that had all types of mutants. She could've never known, but still she was upset at herself for her decisions.<br><br>In too much pain to hear Gambit approaching, she didn't get herself fixed up before he arrived. When he spoke, she froze for a second before looking up to him, still holding her elbow. The crudely-branded M on her right cheek was nearly completely visible as her bangs were out of place from her fall. Both blue-gray eyes stared up at the teacher as she listened to his words. Oh, that accent!<br><br>Without thinking, she simply took his hand, not seeming to realize how exposed she was. The palm of her hand wasn't covered, having decided to not wear gloves today. Her scars were raised in varying stages of healing. Older ones were white and somewhat thin while her fresher ones were puffy and pink, still in the process of healing, and the freshest ones, which had occurred before coming to this school still had scabs that were in the process of falling off. She didn't flinch at the feeling of his hand in hers, though. She had gotten used to the pain after all these years.<br><br><strong>"Thank you,"</strong> she said softly as she got up with his help. It wasn't until she was fully standing, though, that she realized she may have sprained her ankle, though. She had been so focused on the pain from her elbow that she hadn't realized until she tried to stand on it. She grabbed hold of him after nearly falling and kept her arms around him as she tried to kick off her heels, but of course she had to wear heels that had a strap on them to keep them secure. She made all the wrong choices today, it seemed.<br><br>It wasn't until she gave up on the task of removing her heels that she realized she was basically hugging him. With a bright blush, she let him go, standing on one foot so she didn't put any weight on her hurt ankle. <strong>"I'm sorry. Lost my balance. Um... Thanks for helping me up,"</strong> she managed to choke out, despite her embarrassment.<br><br>Slowly and carefully, she moved back from him with a bit of a limp and turn away from him to hide her flushed cheeks before she lowered herself down to her knees. She crawled on all fours, beginning to gather her things, which had been strewn all over the hallway. Unfortunately, her skirt was just short enough to reveal the hot pink crotch of her panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 17:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Brooding darkly over the mission.<br><hr><br>Usually when Blackout addressed someone like that, they would walk away in a huff.&nbsp; And that's what she expected to have happen right here.&nbsp; So when the other girl remained, she was shocked.&nbsp; And when she offered her hand in a handshake, Blackout was shocked enough that she would take the handshake and return it politely.&nbsp; <strong>"Joanne,"</strong> she said, <strong>"But everyone around here calls me Blackout."</strong>&nbsp; Taking a look at Domino, she realized that she had never seen this girl before, which meant she was probably a new girl which wasn't at all uncommon since new mutants came and went all the time.&nbsp; Her innate curiosity was sparked despite her dark mood and kept her from searching for a new spot to brood.<br><br>Then Domino cut right to the heart of the matter.&nbsp; She knew that something was bothering Blackout and was willing to give her someone to talk to.&nbsp; And that was something she desperately needed right now.&nbsp; It didn't matter that she barely knew who this woman was, it was someone to talk to and get these dark thoughts and feelings out.&nbsp; And right now, that was something that Blackout couldn't resist, but still it took her a moment to figure out where to start.&nbsp; After all, she had no idea how much Domino did or didn't know about her.&nbsp; But eventually, she found a place to start and she started.<br><br>And once she started, it didn't stop.&nbsp; She talked all about the mission and how she'd been so confident going into it.&nbsp; Then how they'd arrived and everything had been fine at first and then, painfully, she admitted to panicking and then getting hit by the rock.&nbsp; Then being dragged through the crowd and being hit and spit on and everything else.&nbsp; And then finally she came to the part where she had cut the arms off the two men dragging her.&nbsp; Here, she paused as she looked at Domino.&nbsp; <strong>"I cut them off like they were nothing,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"And there was so much blood.&nbsp; It took hours to wash it all off.&nbsp; They couldn't have survived that, could they?&nbsp; I killed.......I killed two men didn't I?&nbsp; I'm a murderer."</strong>&nbsp; Those words escaped her mouth and she fell silent as she stared at the ground, unable to believe that that word could now apply to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 18:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Realizing something didn't go right at somepoint in the very recent past.<br><hr><br>Once again, Do into realized that she had been exactly on the money. Was it her powers kicking in, or just blind dumb luck? Of course, the two could be interchangeable. Either way, once Joanna started opening up, it was as if the flood waters were released. Everything came out. And it was exactly what Neena had thought. <br><br>The mission came out fully. Her initial reaction was wondering why humans gave two shits about mutants. Didn't they know they were the minority? It was like hitting the beehive and then getting upset with the bees for getting angry. Domino had little love for most humans, but the mission was...while noble...a red flag for a bull. Who would have approved it? And why...especially with people who had never been on a mission!<br><br>Domino seemed to think a moment. The question posed was one that she barely recalled asking the first time she had killed someone. It felt like a century ago. <strong>"I ain't gonna bullshit you, Blackout...cool name by the way. It could be they died. But chances are they got away. They were surrounded by friends who wouldn't just let other humans die. And if first responders were already on scene, it's possible that they got a tourniquet on and got medical help."</strong><br><br>She was starting to feel like a therapist. But really, how many mutants in this school could give the advice she could? <strong>"The thing of it is...you prolly won't ever know. But something ya gotta understand. If ya hadn't stopped them, ya wouldn't be here now. If they died, it was in order to save your life. It sounds harsh, but it's the law of the land. If ya hadn't acted, you would be dead. Probably raped. If they were really sick, they would have paraded your body around like a win. I ain't saying this to scare you, but I don't sugarcoat. You don't have to like that fact, but knowing that yo did it in defense of yourself may help. Self defense isn't murder. Not anywhere on this planet."</strong><br><br>He speech was over, and Domino really hoped that what she had said had helped. Hand lifted, lightly rubbing Blackouts back. There were going to be scars on Blackout, there was no denying that. It would ultimately be up to her whether she would let them control her or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 19:04:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Brooding darkly over the mission.<br><hr><br>It felt so good to get all of this off her chest.&nbsp; It had been building and building like a bomb getting ready to explode.&nbsp; To have someone offer to be an ear for her to let it all out just was like a massive relief to the girl.&nbsp; And as she finally got it out, she fell silent and waited.&nbsp; She didn't know what Domino would say in response to what she'd just been told, but it really didn't matter at this point.&nbsp; Someone had listened and that had, in of itself, done so much good for the young woman.&nbsp; But Domino did have something to say and it wasn't at all what Blackout had expected.<br><br>It was the truth.&nbsp; The plain, honest, and unaltered truth.&nbsp; Yes, she might've killed those two men, but there was a chance that they'd survived.&nbsp; Whether or not they had was irrelevant.&nbsp; Just for someone to tell her that she might never know the truth in such a raw and honest fashion stopped her and caused her to look at Domino for a long time, unsure what to say.&nbsp; But the words 'self-defense isn't murder' kept echoing in her head and she knew, in her heart, that this was a fact.&nbsp; And she knew this.&nbsp; So why was it that she was struggling with this?&nbsp; She needed to figure it out.<br><br>Then it hit her.&nbsp; It wasn't that she'd possibly killed.&nbsp; That was a part of it, but what it really was was the fact that she wasn't able to take care of herself.&nbsp; She had trained and trained and trained and when it had come time to actually use that training, she'd failed miserably.&nbsp; It felt like she'd wasted so much time.&nbsp; That was what truly got to her.&nbsp; All that effort seemingly meaningless.&nbsp; <strong>"I.....I know all of this,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"I think it's just that......I trained so hard and so long.&nbsp; Logan, Bishop, they both trained me for this and when it came time for me to show what I could do, I failed.&nbsp; I let them down.&nbsp; I let myself down."</strong><br><br>She fell silent again as she thought about it.&nbsp; The idea of letting them down was painful to her, but not nearly as painful as letting herself down.&nbsp; She thought she'd become strong and when it came down to it, she'd shown herself to be weak.&nbsp; Weak and unable to survive in the world.&nbsp; She looked around at the room.&nbsp; Here, she was safe.&nbsp; But she hadn't wanted to be safe.&nbsp; She'd wanted to help.&nbsp; And she'd failed miserably in that regard and endangered the entire mission with her failures.&nbsp; <strong>"So ummmmmm,"</strong> she reached, hoping not to talk about her failures for a moment, <strong>"How'd you end up here?&nbsp; What's your story?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 19:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Realizing something didn't go right at somepoint in the very recent past.<br><hr><br>Well, it did seem that she had gotten through to Blackout. And for some reason, that made her feel....good. It also occured to Domino in that moment. Most of the students here were around her age. While their mentors had seen action in some form or another, they were of a different generation. Many couldn't really connect because of the age gap. Domino was probably the only one of the students that had as much...if not more...experience in action as the staff.<br><br>She wasn't really shocked when Joanne said she was disappointed in herself. Domino knew the feeling. Of course, the problem was that even with all the training, nothing really could get the students prepared for real life situations. <strong>"You trained, but you didn't really train. Training will get your abilities sharpened, it will get you stronger. But until you get in the field, or until you have your mind worked in a situation exactly matching real-life, nobody knows how they will react to combat. I wouldn't be surprised if most students here reacted the same way you did....or most of the staff. Real combat isn't sterile like in a training session. It's sensory overload."</strong><br><br>Just the way Domino was speaking would make someone wonder just what the fuck she had been through. And when Blackout asked her how she ended up here, Domino could only give a small shrug. She glanced down to her lap, hand moving to pluck a bit of unseen lint. <strong>"I came from Rykers. I was a uhh....experiment. Can't really remember my training, but I've done...a lot of fucked up shit in my life. I'm bettin' you wanna know my powers, huh?"</strong> She smiled softly. <strong>"I guess the best way to describe it is that I'm lucky. I can kind of...bend the odds into my favor. It's allowed me to escape, kill, steal, cheat...all sorts of stuff to survive. I came here just a couple days ago from Rykers. Think I traded one small cell for just a larger one. Been told I can't leave the grounds."</strong><br><br>It was more than Domino had ever shared before. She seemed to fall uncomfortably quiet, struggling with memories, as well as shadows of memories that were there...but not quite there. Finally, she took a deep breath, and let it out quickly. <strong>"Hey...if I could figure out a way for you to train for REAL combat, would you be interested?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 16:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Brooding darkly over the mission.<br><hr><br>For Blackout, Domino was proving to be a godsend. Someone to listen to her talk and offer their thoughts. Why this hadn't been done before by someone in authority was beyond her, but it was happening now.&nbsp; And it was helping. Sure it would take away from what happened nor the damage it had done, but it was helping Blackout to cope a little bit.&nbsp; Maybe the nightmares that night wouldn't be as bad and she wouldn't risk waking Tessa with her moans and screams. That would be a nice thing since she'd taken to sleeping with her head under the pillows to muffle her noises for her roommates benefit.&nbsp; And that was annoying to her and she looked forward to feeling comfortable enough to stop it.<br><br>As Domino talked about the difference between training and actual combat, Blackout nodded. She now understood that firsthand, but that wasn't what she noticed. What she noticed was Domino was clearly speaking from experience and she wondered what the other girl had gone through before arriving here.&nbsp; And she didn't have to wait long to understand.&nbsp; Rykers had a terrifying reputation and the sounds of being an experiment sounded like hell to Blackout.&nbsp; But the way Domino moved seemed to suggested that she hadn't struggled with it as much or had just become immune to what she'd gone through. Either way, Blackout found herself with a mix of respect and sorrow for what Domino had probably gone through. <br><br><strong>”That strikes me as a useful power under the right circumstances,”</strong> she said as talk turned to powers, <strong>”I manipulate shadows.&nbsp; I can make them into shields and weapons or hide in them. Some of its pretty cool.”</strong>&nbsp; As she said this, she drew from a patch of shadows under a nearby tree and manipulated it into a coil of rope and she lazily had wrap around Domino. It wasn't enough to constrict her, more just enough to mess around and show what she could do.&nbsp; She was capable of far more, but she didn't want to show that right now.&nbsp; Not after what had happened.&nbsp; <strong>”As for being a prison, it can seem like one at times but it does have its benefits,”</strong> she said lightly, <strong>”Foods good, beds are soft, and there's plenty of beautiful people to stare at.”</strong><br><br>Then came the offer of training. And Blackout almost jumped onto it.&nbsp; But before she could speak, her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about it.&nbsp; <strong>”What's the catch?”</strong> Blackout asked, <strong>”Not to be rude, but you just walk up and now you're offering some sort of training.&nbsp; Most people only offer something like that if there's something in it for them.&nbsp; So what's in it for you?”</strong>&nbsp; Again, she wasn't trying to be a bitch, but she had to be sure that she could trust Domino and right now she had no idea.&nbsp; So she waited, curious to see what she'd say now that Blackout had challenged her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 19:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting an old friend.<br><hr><br>Nostalgia filled Conner as he moved through the halls of the mansion.&nbsp; While it had only become a school 7 years ago, he had memories of being here before that with the original X-men.&nbsp; It was a small group back then and a school was the furthest thing from their minds. Well at least that's what he thought. After a couple of years here where he had completed his high school courses, he'd left to continue his education.&nbsp; Nine years later had seen him getting his Mastery in Chemistry, Physics, and Geology.&nbsp; He'd even debated going after a PHD but had ultimately decided not to and was looking to get into teaching, getting his teaching certificate along the way.&nbsp; But so far anti-mutant sentiment had worked against him and he hadn't been able to find a job in teaching. At least not in any schools with a remotely respectable reputation. It was either bad school or nothing.&nbsp; Or so he thought. <br><br>Just as he'd been ready to accept one of the lesser jobs in the hopes of using it as a stepping stone, he'd gotten a call from a government agent. And this agent had asked him if he'd be interested in teaching at a school that was exclusively for mutants. Conner had immediately been interested and when he found out where the school was located, he had accepted immediately.&nbsp; He'd heard that the mansion had been turned into a school but he'd never paid it too much thought. But now that he was being asked to come back and teach, how could he possibly say no?&nbsp; He couldn't was the short answer and within a few days, he was back in New York and making his way back to the Mansion.<br><br>And now here he was, having been accepted as a teacher here and been given his old room which was surprisingly still vacant.&nbsp; He would need to meet with Xavier at some point to arrange the course schedule and find out who the students were, but that could come once he'd settled in a bit. There was no hurry as far as he understood it.&nbsp; Speaking of Xavier, he was fairly sure the man had some hand in the offer to bring him here, but he couldn't know for sure.&nbsp; But he did know the man had a habit of looking out for people and seeing the best in them. Including a young teen who was struggling to find his place in the world.&nbsp; And that was exactly what Conner had been when he'd first met Charles.<br><br>Recovering in the hospital from being attacked for his words, Conner had been in a situation where he had needed to rethink everything he believed. And it had been a difficult task for the young man.&nbsp; One that had eventually been aided by the arrival of Xavier.&nbsp; Despite not knowing the man, Conner had felt an instant respect for him and his words.&nbsp; While Conner didn't completely agree that all violence could be avoided, he came to understand the power of words rather than fists.&nbsp; And once he was cleared, he had joined Xavier and his small group.&nbsp; It was there he'd met several very interesting people, but very few had made a lasting impression on him.&nbsp; In fact only one really had and he had no idea where she had ended up. <br><br>But he wasn't thinking about that, but rather just taking in the place.&nbsp; It hadn't changed all that much from what he remembered, but he could hear dozens of different voices as he walked through the halls and he smiled. Many of them would soon be his students while some would actually be his colleagues.&nbsp; He was very curious to see who they all were.&nbsp; Suddenly, he passed by a room and in it he could've sworn he saw someone very familiar. Stopping, he turned his head and looked closer. And with a smile, he realized that it was her.&nbsp; And she looked absolutely amazing.<br><br><strong>”Bridgette?"</strong> he said with a happy note in his voice, <strong>”Oh my God.&nbsp; I can't believe you're still here.&nbsp; It's been forever!”</strong>&nbsp; Still smiling, he moved into the room, eager to see her and hoping that she wouldn't be mad at him for leaving like he had. Then again he had no idea what to expect from her since last time they'd met, she was practically a horror movie villain. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 19:29:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping...is oddly satisfying<br><hr><br>Hearing about Blackouts powers, Domino watched as that black rope seemed to wrap around her waist. She chuckled softly, nodding as the shadow seemed to just lay about her body. Looking back to Joanne, she offered a wink of light blue eyes. <strong>"Well...that can certainly be helpful. Definitely get you out of a bind. Or in one, depending on your preference."</strong> it was obvious that Domino was talking about the shadow rope around her waist.<br><br>And then Blackout went blunt again. Domino was starting to realize...she really liked this girl. She reminded her of herself, which could be good or bad. Right now, it was good. Domino giggled softly at the bluntness, and shrugged gently. <strong>"Full disclosure...I spent the last year in maximum security. I was locked in a cell about the size of a closet for 23 hours a day. Helping you train will give me an excuse to get out and actually do something."</strong> It was more honest than Domino had meant to be. Hell, the entire conversation had made her open up a bit more than she meant to. <strong>"So waddya say? You in?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 19:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Brooding darkly over the mission.<br><hr><br>Despite having never thought about her powers in the way that Domino's word hinted, Blackout didn't seem too phased. She rarely blushed and a mildly sexual comment didn't really do anything. But she did grin slightly as she let the rope tighten playfully before allowing it to fade off into the shadows that it came from.&nbsp; <strong>"I've never been one for being bound,"</strong> she said, <strong>"But you're right, that could prove very useful should I feel like binding my prey.&nbsp; Certainly would make for an interesting time."</strong>&nbsp; Vaguely, she found herself pondering the various applications of her power outside of combat.<br><br>When Domino spilled the beans, Blackout was a bit surprised. <strong>"Locked up for 23 hours a day.&nbsp; I think I'd go absolutely mental,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"How did you not?&nbsp; Or did you and you're hiding it well?"</strong>&nbsp; It was just a joke and she smiled to let Domino know it.&nbsp; Then she thought about the offer a bit more. She needed the training, that much was clear. If not for any other reason than she needed to belief in herself again. So what did she really have to lose?&nbsp; <strong>"Alright I'm in,"</strong> she finally said, <strong>"So what do I need to do?&nbsp; And how do you wanna seal the deal?&nbsp; Are you a handshaker or do you prefer to seal deals with a kiss?"</strong>&nbsp; It was absolutely a joke by Blackout to try to avoid any tension, but she could help but be a bit curious on the subject.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 20:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping...is oddly satisfying<br><hr><br>Domino paused a moment. She looked to the rope as it tightened, then vanished, a smirk coming to her lips. <strong>"Oh, there is definitely something fun about being tied up...with the right company."</strong> a playful wink was made. Domino didn't say it, but she had been tied up many times before...though the most recent ones she wished she could forget. Shame that that wasn't how it worked.<br><br>She seemed to tense up a bit as she was quizzed more about Rykers. In all honesty, Domino didn't want to talk about it. It was a fresher memory of hell that she wished she could forget. Of course, the older memory of a worse hell was gone...save for dreams that kept her up at night. Domino decided against answering, and instead opted to move on. <strong>"You're in? Great!"</strong> She grinned, but couldn't help but arch a brow at the second question. Seal the deal with a kiss? Well, Domino had opted for a bit of mild flirting. Of course, she hadn't expected such an interesting result from it. <br><br><strong>"Why not start with this..."</strong> she offered her hand to Blackout. Once taken, she would gently draw the other woman in closer, her lips forming a knowing smirk. <strong>" ..and end with this..."</strong> with that, Domino leaned in. Lips pressed to Blackouts in a soft kiss, teasing against the other woman's gently. She lingered for just a moment before pulling away. <strong>"There. Now there is no backing out."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 01:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Not quite as broody.<br><hr><br>Blackout felt a bit like herself again.&nbsp; She was always very playful and even flirtatious with the people around her.&nbsp; Male, female, she flirted with most although she was very picky about who she went to bed with.&nbsp; In fact, there wasn't a single person in this school that she'd had sex with and only one that had seen her partially naked and that was Tessa and only because they were roommates and that happened sometimes.&nbsp; So for her to flirt a little bit with Domino was a medicine all its own.&nbsp; And with Domino flirting back, she couldn't help but enjoy the moment even as they discussed the possibility to them training together.<br><br>When she agreed, she was surprised at how excited Domino was about it.&nbsp; But then again, it sounded like the girl had her own issues to worry about and she hoped that their training would help with that.&nbsp; As for her comment about the kiss, it had been mostly a joke that she didn't expect to be taken seriously.&nbsp; And at first as Domino offered her hand, Blackout took it, thinking that the joke had been taken as a joke and that was that.&nbsp; But then she was pulled in closer and Blackout allowed it, a smirk forming on her face as well.&nbsp; When their lips touched, Blackout felt a soft flutter in her stomach that she enjoyed the soft kiss and kissed back.&nbsp; As Domino pulled away, she smiled and made a show of licking her lips.<br><br><strong>"Who said I wanted to back out?"</strong> she teased, <strong>"Maybe I want to dive in head first?"</strong>&nbsp; She licked her lips again to tease a bit before she grew serious again.&nbsp; So they were going to be training.&nbsp; But Blackout had no idea what that meant and she found herself wondering what she had agreed to.&nbsp; <strong>"So what exactly does this training involve?"</strong> she asked, probably the first question she should've asked, <strong>"And what do you need from me to make it work?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 02:46:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping...is oddly satisfying<br><hr><br>With Blackout talking about diving in head first, Domino couldn't help but chuckle. It would be worth checking into a bit later, seeing if the sexy goth girl was serious about that. But it would have to be later. There was training to discuss. Blackout had asked what was going to be required of her, and what would be entailed. It made Domino pause and think.<br><br>She was fairly certain that none of the staff here would allow the students to get into ACTUAL life-threatening situations. So it would be tricky t get something that was actually like a real-life scenario. <strong>"Hmm...well, first and foremost, I'm going to need something that I don't give anyone I've just met. Trust. You are going to have to trust me that I know what I'm doing, and trust that I can fend off your typical shadow attacks. It also requires more information about your abilities. Mind going a bit more in-depth?"</strong><br><br>Oddly enough, Domino hadn't pulled her hand from Blackouts. She realized this, but said nothing. If Blackout wanted to remove her hand, Domino wasn't going to stop her. But for now, it just felt nice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 18:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Not quite as broody.<br><hr><br>Trust.&nbsp; Trust was not something that was very high on Blackout's list of things at the moment.&nbsp; She barely even trusted herself at the moment, much less other's.&nbsp; But she had agreed to the idea and there was no backing out now.&nbsp; Well, that wasn't entirely true.&nbsp; She knew that she could back out if she really wanted to and there wasn't anything that Domino could do to stop her.&nbsp; But Blackout was not one to back out of things, so she would have to try and put her issues behind her for the moment and remind herself that what she was doing here could help her to avoid it ever happening to her again.<br><br>When she was asked for more information about her powers, Blackout nodded.&nbsp; From the sounds of it, Domino would be having to face what she could do, so she would need that better understanding.&nbsp; And Blackout wasn't shy about her skills, so she really didn't mind talking about them at all.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, well here it goes.&nbsp; This could take a bit since I'm still sorting out what I can and can't do with them."</strong>&nbsp; And then she started to talk and demonstrate what she could do.&nbsp; She made shields, weapons, and tools out of them.&nbsp; She used them to hide herself and Domino from sight, she even showed that she'd learned how to hover using them.&nbsp; All in all, she had an impressive array of tricks and it took over a half hour to explain them to her own satisfaction.<br><br>By this point, she had been up and moving about and her sweatshirt had caused her to sweat a considerable amount.&nbsp; Unhappy with that, she had peeled the garment off, revealing a low-cut black tank top that showed a generous amount of cleavage.&nbsp; Removing the heavy shirt actually helped her in starting to feel normal since she almost never wore thick, heavy clothing unless it was winter and too cold for anything else.&nbsp; Once that was removed, she sat back down and looked at Domino.&nbsp; <strong>"So any questions?"</strong> she asked, <strong>"Anything I didn't really answer?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 00:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Enjoying the atmosphere of the bar, being approached by an old friend<br><hr><br>Beta was beside her. She was dressed in An Expensive Suede Purple Jacket (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg) with stretching jeans that looked like they might have been painted onto her skinny legs. The other her, the identity that the two of them believed to be the original Bridgette, she was wearing A Gold Inlaid Top (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg) and a matching skirt. Every stitch of clothing either of her had on were well over one hundred dollars individually, which included her perfectly hidden undergarments. <br><br>Bridges was enjoying a conversation with herself about the philosophical context of ethics, while working on two separate glasses of wine. It was hardly intentional, it was ironic, what two people with the same mind decided to talk about when they were able to. <strong>“Mm, oui. Mais le fait exceptionnel dans cette situation est autre chose entièrement. Quand un groupe de personnes se réunit comme ça, ils s'annoncent dangereux. Je ne pense pas qu'elle ait eu des raisons de se retenir. C'était la vie... ou- la mort.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Oui, je suis d'accord, mais il y a des problèmes dans l'esprit de la fille, son subconscient a fait que cela se produise. Il y avait mille autres options. Elle n'a peut-être pas décidé de le faire, mais quelque chose à son intérieur l'a fait.”</strong><br><br>The two of them exclusively spoke French when in conversations like this. It helped her keep her English more clean. The odd third language she’d invented with herself was mostly gone now, it used to sound demonic when she talked to herself. This chipper bouncing French was much more… pleasant to hear. <br><br>Bridges wasn’t necessarily finished with the conversation. They’d been talking about Blackout’s role in New York during the riot. But, both of them turned their heads when they heard a familiar voice, and a familiar tune coming from a man that they’d never truly met. She heard the same music. He had clearly changed, and it felt like there might have been a few new ‘instruments’ in his ‘orchestra’, but she remembered the melodies, and the timbre of his ‘voice’, as well as the actual timbre of his voice.<br><br>Bridgette had once met the boy, and she’d known him well. But his face had hardened, his shoulders were bigger. He was taller, not by much, but he was. He looked older, more manly, more attractive than her memory by multitudes of ten or more. Both pairs of eyes widened. While Beta couldn’t stop her lips from curling upwards. Bridgette’s mouth went agape. <strong>“Quoi?”</strong><br><br>Beta was a bit more expressive, <strong>“ferme ta gueule”.</strong> Still, both of them spoke in French for a moment, too shocked to slip out of it. Neither of her could believe her eyes. <br><br><strong>“Conn-erhhgh” </strong>Bridgette had still never quite learned how to hit that hard R at the end of his name. He always said that he liked it, and it was obvious, the sound that she was trying to make. The two forms of Bridgette exchanged a look with each other, and both of them brought their eyes back to him, smiling. <br><br>Bridgette continued to talk while Beta watched. <strong>“What-ah you doing here?”</strong> Her accent started to thicken, in the presence of his consistent music. It made her feel young again. Beta was blushing as she watched. <strong>“I Zought you were gone…”</strong> She sounded a bit whiny, confused, a feigned pain that was welcoming in tone. She obviously missed him. Her finger came up to scold him playfully. <strong>“You are supposed to be gone.”</strong><br><br>Beta giggled and followed suit. <strong>“Yes, leave at once.”</strong> She pointed to the door he had come through, but it was obvious that both of them were joking.<br><br><strong>“I kid…”</strong> She gestured flippantly and shook her head giggling, Beta was enjoying the laugh. <strong>“Please,”</strong> Bridgette continued, <strong>“Sit wiz me." </strong> Bridgette stood up and moved away from Beta one seat, <strong>"Here.”</strong> She was offering Conor a place between them, just as it had been so long ago in bed, with Bridgette on his left and Beta on his right. Her hand tapped at the chair. She immediately started to pour a glass of wine for him, taking her own with her when she moved. <br><br><strong>“Are you hungry? Zere is exceptional food at zihs place."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 02:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting an old friend.<br><hr><br>Conner couldn't believe she was still here.&nbsp; Him and Bridgette had been good friends when he was here originally.&nbsp; In fact, the two had been lovers and on more than one occasion, he had found himself laying in between between her and Beta.&nbsp; He'd always enjoyed that, but the truth was it had been much more than that.&nbsp; She had helped to heal him in a way.&nbsp; She was the first person his age that he'd been around that accepted him without question.&nbsp; She accepted his mutation and his quirks and his issues and didn't ask too many questions.&nbsp; And he did the same for her, or at least he'd always felt that he did.&nbsp; In fact, she was the reason that he'd almost not left at all.<br><br>But he'd gone anyway.&nbsp; He needed to spread his wings and get his education, or so Xavier had convinced him.&nbsp; But there was no denying that leaving Bridgette here had been a painful decision for him.&nbsp; And he had been worried that she had hated him for going.&nbsp; However, as he listened to the girls speaking in French to one another, he couldn't resist but speak to them and when Bridgette said his name, he smiled.&nbsp; She still couldn't get the 'r' quite right, but it still sounded so good coming out of her mouth.<br><br>As Bridgette spoke, he remained quiet, knowing that the girl liked to get her point across before anyone else spoke.&nbsp; And he allowed this, knowing that she would give him a chance to speak.&nbsp; <strong>"I was gone for nine years,"</strong> he pointed out, <strong>"But I was asked to come back, so I did.&nbsp; I didn't really expect to find you still hanging around here.&nbsp; They haven't gotten tired of you yet?"</strong>&nbsp; He chuckled good naturedly as he took a moment to take them both in.&nbsp; They both looked healthier than the last time they had met, but their obsession with expensive clothing seemed to be intact the same way it was when they were young.&nbsp; He knew she came from money, so he didn't blame her for that.&nbsp; If he had money, he'd probably do something like that as well.<br><br>As he was invited to sit with them, he did, taking his place between them as he had when they were younger.&nbsp; It had been the way of things with them and he had plenty of fond memories with these two on either side of him, not all of them sexual, though plenty were.&nbsp; As she poured him a glass of wine, he accepted it with a nod of thanks and sipped it.&nbsp; It was an expensive vintage, he was sure, but he didn't care about that.&nbsp; He was more concerned with the girls around him than he was with the wine in his hand.&nbsp; But he did take a moment to sip it in order to collect his thoughts.&nbsp; After all, seeing Bridgette here wasn't something he'd been expecting.<br><br><strong>"I ended up eating before I came here,"</strong> he told her when she asked if he was hungry, chuckling when she actually complimented the food, <strong>"But I shall remember your praise for the food when hunger finally strikes.&nbsp; I take it it's very much improved from when we were younger?"</strong>&nbsp; He laughed, remembering some of the less than appetizing meals they had been subject to when they were younger before this place was a school.&nbsp; As he looked on either side of him, he couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; This moment made him feel so much younger and he loved it.&nbsp; It was an unexpected surprise and he was glad that Xavier hadn't told him that Bridgette was still around since it was an amazing feeling to be around her again.<br><br>Sipping at the wine, he eventually set the glass down and looked from Bridgette to Beta with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"It's been far too long,"</strong> he said with a grin, <strong>"I've missed you both so much.&nbsp; You have to tell me what you've been doing all these years.&nbsp; Don't hold back.&nbsp; You never did with me."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled playfully at both girls, knowing that they'd understand he was just teasing them in much the same way they teased him.&nbsp; And he was very eager to know what they'd been up to for nine years.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 10:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> - <span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>&nbsp; -&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>&nbsp; - <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; showing her changes, being transparent and fun. She is slightly drunk, but this is only slightly exagerated. She talks alot.<br><hr>It was nice to hear his voice, and Bridgette responded quickly as he sat down, she was still holding the bottle of wine, setting it down as she spoke, <strong>“Oh, yes?!” </strong>She was excited to hear that he would be teaching, <strong>“I was only teasing. It is exciting to ‘ere zhet you will be teaching.” </strong>The wine was of the highest quality of course. When the two of them were together she enjoyed expensive cigarettes, and expensive wine. That hadn’t changed, but she did smoke and drink much less.<br><br><strong>“And Yes, I am still ‘anging ‘ere.”</strong> Her eyes rolled. Bridgette had a way of expressing herself naturally. When she was upset about something, it came out, and it came out quickly. But it was always bittersweet. She was an accepting person, so her ability to shrug of miscommunications and conflicts was rather exceptional.<strong> “I am… Chicken.” </strong>She smiled at him, <strong>“The professor made us a helmet to wear, and I learned to fly, which is fun. But, I like it inside, it is safer.”</strong> That was an important thing for Bridgette, her frailty was real. She was a delicate instrument. <strong>“I zhink dey aherh ti-ehd of me, zhough” </strong>The sentence had almost been unintelligible, being around Conner was bringing out those old habits quickly.<strong> “Joking.” </strong>Her shoulders shrugged and she puckered her lips, <strong>“I have grown up. A lot. You noticed?” </strong>Her arms spread to her sides, the glass of wine now in her left paw. Her fancy top shimmered in the light. Most of her long legs were dancing freely in the open air. <strong>“No fezzers,</strong>(feathers)<strong>”</strong> She counted mentally as she retained her normal posture.<br><br><strong>“I have no zombie face, no beak.”</strong> She was very proud. It was too easy to talk to Conner, she’d forgotten how easy it was. And it was even easier now that the two of them had aged, and they actually had something to talk about.<br><br>There was a level of comfort that each copy of Bridgette slipped into quickly. Conner had always had a calming effect on her. But, she’d forgotten how it felt. She remembered it, but not nearly as vividly as she thought she had. It was nice. Beta sipped happily at wine, watching the two of them as Bridgette carried on the conversation.<br><br><strong>“Yeszah food is betteh.” </strong>She could barely remember how horrible it used to be. And she’d been getting wonderful ingredients to cook for herself at home.<em> ‘I should cook for some one soon, maybe Connehrh?’</em> even in her mind, it was too french to be correct. <strong>“I also ‘ave a kitchen in my room.” </strong>Her eyebrows shot up, she knew exactly what she’d implied. But she hadn’t meant to. <strong>“I’ve learned to cook.” </strong>She was full of fun new facts and qualities.<br><br>This talkative Bridgette, and the quiet Bridge was new, she used to behave differently. She had many different routines, conversational scripts that she would put people through, little tests. Her conversations were one part intimidation and one part fear tactics. Now, she seemed to have two different personalities. Somehow, that seemed much more stable. Beta liked the quiet when they were together. She was observant, more of a camera than a person. But she could turn on easily, and be just as much as Bridgette as Bridgette was.<br><br>Meanwhile, Bridgette was constantly engaged, she was as excitable as she used to be. But she was more keen, more honest, less scary by an unmeasurable standard. Either she was suppressing her ability to scare people, or she’d spent nine years getting rid of it. It was impossible to tell. During times like this, she’d found everything to be far more exciting when everything was real. So she concentrated on turning her power off completely. Beta had hers on very high, listening to the music that Conner made, happily lounging with her wine and the conversation. The modest of the two Bridges intentionally turned her own ‘broadcast’ down, trying not to distract Conner from the more vocal twin.<br><br><strong>“You know it is odd to be ‘ere now. I am not here often.”</strong> She was referring to the bar. <strong>“And for you just strolling in.” </strong>Her non sequitur required no response, it was obvious in her tone, she dismissed it on her own with a small shake of the head and a shrug of her shoulders.<br><br>Beta broke her silence to laugh at that. And then she wiggled her way back into her lip biting observational mode.<br><br>Then Conner opened up the floor for Bridgette to go anywhere she wanted to go, <strong>“What ‘ave I been up to zah past nine yeahrs, oui!”</strong> Bridgette loved to gesture, her head came to her hair naturally, and she feigned distress, <strong>“Where to begin….” </strong>She exhaled through pursed lips. <strong>“Charles is making use of me.”</strong> Her voice was serious, as she started to go over the important things.<strong> “I’ve been in zah field a few times. I am not much use, but I can fly. And I can control my power much more. Empathy is powerful.”</strong> Empathy came out cleanly, she’d practiced saying it properly, it sounded silly if she wasn’t being careful, <strong>“I teach ‘ere too!” </strong>She’d almost forgot that part, <strong>“Français Mostly, psychology as well zough. A lot actually. A lot of psychology. I was fascinated, I still am.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I am running razzeh experimental classes. While ozzehs are covering basic psychology, I do as well, but I do it differently. I am trying to teach important things. Love, Growf, development, being mentally healthy. I am not good with zeh hard scientific stuff.”</strong> Her hands were busy when she talked. She had adopted a lot of new gestures over the last decade, but there were just as many that were very old. One of them looked like she was mixing a big bowl in front of her. There was one with her two palms facing in front of her, and shaking, or moving together in a straight line. She had been waving at the air for years when she wanted to dismiss something, that hand through the hair was classic. And she had always loved counting on her fingers. She found fun things to do with a wine glass since she’d started drinking.<br><br><strong>“I still cannot believe you are ‘ere!”</strong> Bridgette didn’t know what else to say, Beta could tell.<br><br>The other Bridgette still hadn’t said one word since the conversation really started, but her wine was gone. Bridge cleared her throat then and raised her hand like a student. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown than it had been. <strong>“Connehrh, you look handsome.”</strong> She smiled for a moment, and then explained herself. Bridgette was glowing on the other side of Conner. Beta continued, <strong>“I was in such shock, I forgot to mention it. You look fantastic.” </strong>Beta was the perfect ‘winggirl’, she could even have wings if she needed to drive the point home. It was unclear if Beta was talking about herself, of both of herselves when she said ‘I forgot to mention it.’ But it worked in any case. Bridges was like that still, sometimes, ambiguous and unclear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 01:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping...is oddly satisfying<br><hr><br>Listening to Blackout talk about her powers, an idea seemed to begin to form in Dominos head. She nodded gently, seeming to sit and ponder a moment. Truthfully, Domino was asking about Blackouts powers merely because she didn't want to get hurt by them. But the key was going to be putting Blackout into a situation that pushed her out of her training comfort zone. <br><br><strong>"I think I got it. How about this....two days from now, why don't you meet me out in the woods behind the mansion. I'll send directions to a specific place. You show up, that's all you have to do. I'll try to take care of the rest, okay? And remember, this is about trust. I can't give you the full experience, because ya know I'm not gonna try to really kill you. But I'm trying to push you out of your cushy little training shell. Trust is key."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 07:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Midday <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Not quite as broody.<br><hr><br>When Domino mentioned how this would work, Blackout was a bit nervous about that.&nbsp; Domino was still a bit of an unknown, but then again she didn't seem to be bad.&nbsp; In fact, she'd done more good already for Blackout than anyone else at the moment.&nbsp; So after a bit moment of thought, she would nod.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I did say that diving in head-first was what I wanted to do, I suppose,"</strong> she said with a bit of a grin, <strong>"And it seems like that's what is gonna have to happen.&nbsp; You send me the directions and I'll be there.&nbsp; Just....you know.....don't hurt me too bad.&nbsp; I'm all soft and frail."</strong><br><br>She smirked and laughed a bit at her words.&nbsp; She wasn't soft and she wasn't frail, but she knew that she needed more training and what had been happening hadn't been enough.&nbsp; So if Domino had offered her something else and she was going to have to try and make it work and hope for the best.&nbsp; <strong>"Anyway, I think I'm gonna go and get a shower, I probably smell terrible,"</strong> she said, knowing that it was probably true, <strong>"I suppose I'll see you there if I don't see you sooner."</strong>&nbsp; With another smile, Blackout would excuse herself, a shower on her mind and feeling much much better than she had when she sat down.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>-END SCENE-</strong></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 07:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting an old friend.<br><hr><br>He smiled as he took in Bridgette, silently noting all sorts of differences about her.&nbsp; The lack of feathers or zombie face or any number of other things was readily apparent.&nbsp; She could, at times, look like something out of a dozen horror movies and they actually had a lot of fun messing with people by having her turn into creatures they feared and using that for their own amusement.&nbsp; Now it was clear that she'd left that behind and grown up just as he'd done.&nbsp; And it seemed that time had been very kind to her, making her only more beautiful than she already had been and he realized that any man that she might have was a lucky one.&nbsp; He thought about asking, but decided it was probably too soon for that one.<br><br>As Bridgette talked, he realized something else that was different.&nbsp; Beta was remaining quiet on the other side of him, sipping on her wine.&nbsp; Normally, or at least in the past, he should've realized, they had both talked and it could be very overwhelming for someone that didn't know her.&nbsp; It had actually taken Conner a while to get used to her, but he'd managed and it hadn't hurt when she'd toned herself down around him once they grew more and more comfortable together.&nbsp; He found that he'd missed that comfort a great deal and often regretted that he'd gone as far away as he had.&nbsp; He probably could've gone to a school closer to see her, but he hadn't.<br><br>Still, even when he'd left, they'd kept in contact at first.&nbsp; Neither of them cared much for phone calls, but they had taken to sending letters back and forth.&nbsp; The letters talked about any number of things.&nbsp; His schooling or her escapades or just how they were feeling about certain things in the news or around them.&nbsp; Sometimes the letters just went on about how they missed the other and wished that they could be closer so they could still be around the other.&nbsp; Conner had to admit that he had always eagerly awaited her next letter and her liked to think that she felt the same way about letters from him.<br><br>He wasn't entirely sure when the letters had stopped passing between them or who was the one that had forgotten to send one, but he did know that it had been several years since the last letter that had passed between them.&nbsp; More than once, he'd thought about sending her another letter and starting the chain fresh, but the truth was he'd been so busy with his education, he had done his best to justify not doing so, ranging from he wasn't sure she was still here to she clearly didn't miss his letters since he hadn't heard from her and several other excuses.&nbsp; But now that he was sitting there with her, he regretted all those excuses.<br><br><strong>"You've learned to cook, have you?"</strong> he said with a smile as he sipped at his wine, taking the bottle to refresh his glass, <strong>"Well perhaps one of these nights, you can cook for me.&nbsp; It would be a refreshing change of pace from cooking for myself or just getting takeout."</strong>&nbsp; He grinned as he looked at her, knowing that she would do it.&nbsp; Bridgette hadn't ever really been able to resist doing something he asked her to do just as he had never fully been able to resist doing what she asked him to do.&nbsp; They just had that kind of friendship where they trusted the other and did what the other wanted or needed seemingly without question.<br><br>When they started to talk about what she'd been up to, he listened with interest.&nbsp; Her being able to fly was an interesting trick, but she was never a combat orientated mutant and he didn't like the idea of her being out there.&nbsp; But that thought was taken away when she used the word empathy and he couldn't help but chuckle at how clear that came out despite her usual accent.&nbsp; He knew that she had put a lot of work into the word sounding correct.&nbsp; And when she mentioned that she was teaching, he looked at her with a bit of a surprise. Bridgette had never really struck him as the teacher sort, but then it had been nine years since they'd seen each other and he was still getting used to her changes.<br><br>When she mentioned the courses she was teaching, he understood.&nbsp; If anyone understood the human mind, he felt that it was Bridgette and those courses clearly suited her.&nbsp; Then she talked about hard sciences and he couldn't help but chuckle.&nbsp; <strong>"No, the hard sciences are what he brought me back for,"</strong> he said with a smile, <strong>"I have degrees in chemistry, physics, and geology and I'm here to teach the students these subjects.&nbsp; It should be interesting, especially if we could find a way to teach both our subjects at the same time."</strong>&nbsp; He smirked, knowing that would be next to impossible, but the idea of working with Bridgette on something like that appealed to him.<br><br>Then it appeared that Bridgette had run out of things to say and then it was Beta who took over and he turned his head to give her the proper attention.&nbsp; And when she mentioned that he looked good, he smiled.&nbsp; It was true that he looked much better than he used to.&nbsp; The years had given him a maturity and slight amount of ruggedness that he needed to go from a fairly attractive young kid to a handsome man.&nbsp; But despite knowing this, it felt good for someone to tell it to him.&nbsp; Especially someone that he'd once been so very close to.&nbsp; And for him, they didn't get much closer than Bridgette, and Beta by extension, had been to him.<br><br><strong>"Well I appreciate it,"</strong> he said with a smile at Beta, <strong>"And I must say, I'm not the only one looking good.&nbsp; Both of you just look amazing.&nbsp; I'm struggling not to drool and I've known you both since we were younger.&nbsp; I'm honestly jealous of whatever lucky bastard is calling you his these days."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled as he looked at them, the subtle question left there for them to decide whether or not they wanted to address.&nbsp; After all, it was entirely possible that she was seeing someone now as part of this new her that he was getting to know.&nbsp; In fact, he would be surprised to find her still single, or as single as one could be when they could sleep with themselves anytime they wanted.<br><br>Regardless of her answer, or lack of one, he was still so happy to see her.&nbsp; And given that he'd never been much of a drinker, the two glasses of wine he'd consumed in just a few moments, were making him relaxed and happy, or at least happier than he already was.&nbsp; So he easily changed the subject.&nbsp; <strong>"So how long have you been teaching?"</strong> he asked her, <strong>"Any tips for the new guy or warnings about any students that could cause me trouble?"</strong>&nbsp; He was eager to have a bit of advice that could help ease his transition into a teacher here and he knew Bridgette wouldn't hesitate to give him that advice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 19:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/0cab045af8d60abf82d971b9034e2860/tumblr_o2g8bi5oVw1tq8xp2o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn--oooh, that's a pretty girl.<br><hr><br>"Not a problem, chérie," Gambit just said with a charming smile as he helped the girl up. It was hard to miss the scar on her cheek, or the raised scars he felt against the palm of his hand. But if either one bothered him, the Cajun didn't let it show. Sadly, she was hardly the first girl at the school to arrive there with scars. Nor would she be the last. But scars hardly bothered him. And seeing hers as he did, with them not exactly covered, he could only assume they didn't bother her either, which was good for her. <br><br>So as she stumbled forward into him, he just chuckled a bit, the hand not holding her's moving to her waist to help steady her. The girl practically hugged him as she tried to remove her heels, a moment he wasn't exactly in a hurry to see end, but when she realized what she was doing and backed off he merely gave her a charming grin.<br><br>"No need to apologize...Can't complain 'bout a beautiful young woman leaning in close," he teased her, winking, before she started to lower down to gather her things. He paused just long enough to enjoy the view she inadvertently gave him, before kneeling down next to her to help. He wasn't so crass as to just stare at her ass while she was hurt, and trying to pick her things up. "Let me help wit' that...You sure you okay, chérie? Looked like one nasty fall..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 19:49:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f9/95/06/f99506e9d7d9c4e3d670aef1505806ab.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclair<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr><br>Hana's excitement over being asked if she played the violin was infectious--and a bit unexpected.<br><br>Rahne was taken aback by the sudden exclamation, jumping slightly with a start before just blushing in embarrassment and laughing softly at herself. She kept her smile though, stepping back to give Hana some space as she went out showing off her violin. String instruments had always fascinated Rahne, and she had always wished she could play one. But her talents laid towards the relatively more simple piano. And while she wasn't sure about playing with someone, the look that Hana was giving her was next to impossible to turn down. The mere thought of telling the girl no made Rahne feel sad, and think it would be the equivalent of kicking a puppy. And who could do such a thing?<br><br>"Haha, well..." she started, rubbing her arm some in a nervous tick, before nodding. "Ah don't know about changing the world. But Ah have some time before Ah gotta go tutor, so, we can play together for a bit." Smiling at Hana, she nodded, and turned to start walking back to the piano. Taking a seat on the bench, she hummed briefly, before looking at Hana.<br><br>"What would you like to play?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>06-04-2017, 23:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://livedoor.blogimg.jp/m37291923/imgs/f/a/fa47485b-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Lounge<br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclair, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana meets Rahne and they play music together<br><hr><br>Hana could clearly see that the girl in front of her was nervous, maybe because she was being too forward? She felt bad, but still she was excited to be able to play music with someone again. She actually almost stopped to force the other girl to play, but when Rahne walked back to her piano, Hana showed a bright smile on her face. <br><br><strong>“Yay.”,</strong> Hana showed a peace sign to Rahne. <strong>“Just a little bit is okay, i want to collabo with people.”</strong>, The young Japanese girl stumbled a bit with her words, she was trying to find the right one, but she just said ‘collabo’ anyway, hoping that it was enough.<br><br><strong>“You can continue with your play from before. I can do it.”</strong>, Hana took the form, she put her chin on the chinrest, her left hand on the neck while her right hand gripping the bow like a magic wand. <strong>“Let me start.”,</strong> she took a deep breath then her right hand started moving, her fingers came alive on the strings. She played a melody that would completely matched what Rahne played before.<br><br>Since Hana started playing, her power manifested, it would affect anyone who heard the melody, a calming feeling that would make anyone’s head clearer, anyone would forget their worldly problems for a moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 01:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br><hr><br>Hourglass was completely embarrassed by her fall, but it wasn't the fall that was making her blush. It was his voice and the words he said that were making her cheeks red. He kept calling her chérie and beautiful; It was not something she was at all used to, considering how ugly she typically felt that she looked. Maybe it was the way she was dressed that was making her look beautiful. With her mind racing every which way, she had yet to notice that she could see out of both of her eyes for once, which meant that her crudely-branded M was visible. She probably would've hopped away on one foot just to make sure he didn't see it, but with everything he was saying and with the fact that her books were everywhere, she couldn't even get a moment to think about it.<br><strong><br>"Oh, no, I'll be fine. Thank you,"</strong> she replied as she crawled to her sketchpad and closed it before piling it on top of another book and crawling to gather her multitude of colored pens that had scattered after her pencil case had popped open from the fall.<strong> "My ankle's just a little sore is all. I'm sure if I sit for a bit, it'll be alright."</strong> She knew that she had sprained it, but she didn't want to worry Gambit over a little sprained ankle. She'd manage to make it back to her dorm so long as she took her heels off and took her time.<br><br><strong>"Were you trying to chase that speedster?"</strong> she asked, trying to get the topic off herself and hopefully remind him of what he had been doing before he turned the corner to find her. All of this was a bit humiliating. She was a woman - a young woman, but still a woman - and women were supposed to be able to walk in heels with ease and grace, but here she was, crawling on her hands and knees because she couldn't manage to keep her balance.<br><br>Once she finished piling her books and returned her pens to her pencil case, she sat on the floor up against the wall so no one would run around the corner and trip over her while she rested for a bit. Leaning forward, she unfastened the buckles on her shoes after noticing that her ankle was beginning to swell a bit.<br><br><strong>"Thanks for helping me pick everything up. I'll be fine,"</strong> she offered with a small smile, hoping he believed her enough to let her be. She didn't want him to see her stumble away like an injured puppy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 10:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> - <span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>&nbsp; -&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>&nbsp; - <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette holds the conversation while Beta sneaks her hand in to touch Bridgette's hand. As Bridgette and Conner talk, she tries to sneak her other hald away without his noticing. Her goal is to show him just her, by herself, she figures it might be a treat for him. But she is feeling nostalgic, and wants to see if she can spook him.<br><hr>Bridgette always felt pretty, even when she was younger, and dripping with blood. She was a symbol to herself, a powerful figure in her own mind. And she still was, she just decided to express herself differently these days. And, although she felt especially beautiful around Conner, both of them, she always saw herself in a very well lit and sultry light. She saw herself as the most beautiful creature on the planet. But of course, she wasn’t completely delusional, but she saw sensuality as something deeper than just physical beauty, which she was well aware that she had in spades. There was a certain sexual charisma that she’d discovered in herself. There was a certain way to enjoy food, and a certain way to cook. Everything was sexual to her, on a deep level. And, unlike most other people on the planet, she had fucked herself, and she’d watched herself be fucked. <br><br><strong>“Of course I will cook for you. I like making Food from <em>France</em>”</strong> She pronounced almost everything crisply, but her accent was still loose, and biting at the size of her words. She said the name of her home country in a heavy French accent, and she said it properly.<br><br>Bridgette had made eye contact with herself from across the room as she was upside down and screaming. And she remembers it from both perspectives. It gave her an advantage in a lot of places, most notably, tennis. But most seriously, sex. The act of fucking was something that mattered to her deeply. <br><br><strong>“Zaht is exciting that you have learned so much about that nasty work.”</strong> Bridgette had a terrible opinion on the schools of exact thought. She’d even come to a disagreemant with Xavier over the analtyical sections of her own speciality, psychology. An overwhelming amount of the books she learned from frightened her. And the only way to get through the coursework was to make sense of the theories in her own ways. She despised a lot of what traditional minds held dear, and she had to belittle their lives really in order to study their works. She could still apply the knowledge, and her work had been successful for a year. <strong>“But I avoid it for good reasons, you know.” </strong><br><br>Bridgette practically interrupted her own twin as she leaped into the conversation again, almost as if she had never been stopped, <strong>“Ooo, I knew tonight was special.” </strong>The alpha between the two of them seemed startled by the attention that Bridge was giving her <strong>“Oop, I’m sorry, But it is true.”</strong> Bridgette returned to her wine and allowed her beta and <em>‘Connerhe’</em> to talk. <br><br>Bridge, the Beta, the quiet one seemed to tilt her head. Bridgette seemed to stutter as she tilted her glass. It was strange to hear him speak like that, enticing, attractive, and levels of exciting that she hadn’t felt for years. She’d learned so much about herself that it was strange to hear the depth of the old patterns come out. Conner had a lot to learn about her too. She could probably show him a number of ways.<em> ‘It is fine,’</em> Bridgette thought. <em>‘I could have planned better,’ </em>They were both along the same line of thinking.<br><br>Both of them were right. Bridgette was happy that she had a chance to show him something he’d probably never seen. And Beta was thinking about how they used to have plans for these kinds of situations. <strong>“Zehr … might be a few men det want to call me zehrs”</strong> Beta gave a vague answer, because she didn’t want to tell him the truth. She was lonely. Bridgette sipped at her wine slowly.<br><br>Beta reached across Conner and put her hand on Bridgette’s hand. It was a nothing motion, she wasn’t consoling Bridgette, or even gathering her attention. It almost just looked like she wanted to be touching something soft.<br><br>Bridgette looked over to Beta and then to Conner, <strong>“Thank you!”</strong> Her accent was soft, if present at all. She imitated a california ‘thank you’, and it made the ‘th’ sound much easier to make.<strong> “You know how Hard I work to look fantastic.” </strong><br><br><strong>“I’ve been teaching for a year, and almost every student is very worthy of an education.” </strong>She huffed a bit, and tried to sound as lenient as possible. <strong>“I do try to make every student I have into a better student, so… I can give you the good kids,” </strong>Bridgette was offering him a gentle smile. Bridgette lifted the hand that Beta had been holding, and Beta was gone. A small puff of grey vapor hung in the air where she’d been, but it dissipated quickly. The idea was for Bridgette to get Conner to look left, while Beta went away, or back inside,<em> ‘or however it works’. </em><br><br>Bridgette did her best to draw the attention to herself.<strong> “I’m sure you… Will learn about them yourself. I wouldn’t want to pick favorites.”</strong> She was bad at playing these games with people now. She even made a face to show that she was distraught. It had even distracted what she was saying, and she’d gone and babbled. She giggled some, and took a long moment to blink. It would be amazing if Conner had still fallen for her poorly performed trick. She would know any moment if he noticed that Beta was gone. She hadn’t planned it, so it had been improvised. It was fun, and it was hard not to giggle, especially when two glasses of wine became four glasses of wine in an instant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 00:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/0cab045af8d60abf82d971b9034e2860/tumblr_o2g8bi5oVw1tq8xp2o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn--oooh, that's a pretty girl.<br><hr><br>Gambit didn't pay the girl's protests much heed. As she scuttled around on her knees picking up her belongings, he did as well, simply listening to her as she tried to brush him off. Somehow he doubted it would be as simple as a sore ankle. That seemed to have been quite the tumble she had taken. And in those heels, the odds of a sprain were quite high. he'd saved many a young woman from similar tumbles, of course, in past escapades of sweeping them off of their feet. A catch, a bit of a dip, a charming smile and inquiry if they were alright...Few better ways to break the ice in a club.<br><br>Sadly, this wasn't a club, and he should probably refrain on unleashing his charms on this flustered young woman. The blush on her cheeks didn't help her case much either. She was definitely a young one, probably not used to the charms of another. He wondered if the scars were part of the reason for that.<br><br>"Nonsense," he chuckled, and winked at her, "Can't leave <em>mon chérie</em><br>&nbsp;to struggle alone..." As she gathered the last of her things, he handed over to her the items he had grabbed. When she shifted to sit against the wall, his eyes flicked to the ankle in question. That...probably should be looked at in the infirmary. "Ah, the kid? Just for being...well, a kid. Causing trouble, thinking he be all that and ace in and of himself...Apparently he forgets I can find out which room he's in."<br><br>Nodding at her ankle then, as she loosened her heel, he hummed.<br><br>"Mind if I take a look at that? Promise, I'll be gentle...But that don' look like no simple soreness to me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 04:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Athletic Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura finally realizes that Netty wants to fuck her. She tries to look cool but just gets nervous instead, before opening up about her past a little bit<br><hr><br>Laura was a child in some ways, and in others, a woman that had been made to do more than an 18 year old should ever have. She still was trying to work out the signals that Netty was sending her. The subtle flirtations, the meanings behind the way she looked at Laura, it was a puzzle to her. But as Netty slowly unwrapped the chocolate protein bar, and suggested in a husky murmur that she tasted better than chocolate, it was the most pointed advance she had been given, or at least the most noticeable to her naive sensibilities. Laura had been propositioned for sex before, dozens of times if not hundreds. Some part of her recognized it for what it was, and she could instantly remember standing on street corners next to steaming manholes, doing her best not to go to bed hungry. <br><br>Such a pointed innuendo might have disgusted her, or left her feeling numb at one point in her life. But when it came from Netty, Laura felt her skin light up, as warm as if she'd already done her workout. Her nipples became painful pebbles beneath her athletic bra, and she pinched her thighs together as if she could hold back the wetness gathering at her lips. <strong>"Heh, I uh... I would like..."</strong> Laura was dumbfounded, unsure how to respond. She couldn't help the big, painful smile that slowly pushed her cheeks upwards. Despite her inability to communicate, it was obvious to Netty that her thirsty remark had its intended effect. She closed her mouth when she realized it was hanging open, and swished her tongue around her teeth to wet the sudden dryness. She was suddenly so nervous about saying the wrong thing and making Netty not like her, but not saying anything wouldn't help either!<br><br><strong>"I like chocolate!"</strong> The four syllables practically flew out of her mouth as fast as she could push them out, the sound loud and anxious. Her face twitched between a smile and a frown as she tried to reconcile her all too sudden humiliation. The mutant's eyes went wide as she realized how much of a spaz she had just been, and she had to hide her concern that Netty now hated her. Who wouldn't? Laura was dumb, just a monster raised in a cage. She didn't belong around real people like Netty.<br><br>Laura's voice dipped as she turned to the pullup bar, suddenly shy as she broke eye contact and spoke in a hush. <strong>"I'm gonna do this thing... When I get on the bar, can you... Turn that crank thingy?"</strong> Laura indicated a crank built into one of the vertical shafts of the pullup frame. She crumpled up the wrapper of her protein bar and dropped it on top of her duffle bag, before taking her place beneath the pullup bar and reaching high above her head to grab it. When Netty turned the crank, she would find that it moved smoothly, with small effort, and each rotation of the crank slowly lifted Laura's pullup bar higher into the air, stopping only when the bar reached the top of the frame. Suspended ten feet up, Laura was conforted by their distance. It would be hard to humiliate herself if she stayed far away from Netty.<br><br><strong>"I was on the streets too,"</strong> Laura grunted, as she hoisted herself up and completed her first pullup easily. She possessed obvious upper body strength, the motion so seamless and repetitive as she cranked out five more in quick succession before slowing down. <strong>"That sucked."</strong> She didn't know how to say it any more than that. If Netty's experiences had been even half as bad as her own, they both knew they didn't need to talk about it that much more. <strong>"Before that, I was, an assassin, I lived, in a lab,"</strong> there were several breaks in her sentence as she took deep breaths in between a pullup, finally beginning to break a sweat as she completed her 20th repetition. She had mentioned some of this to Netty before, in their first time meeting together, but Laura didn't sound snarky or self-pitying like she had then. <strong>"That sucked too."</strong> She cranked out ten more pullups before she risked taking a look down at Netty, wondering if the other girl thought she was a freak yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 22:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting an old friend.<br><hr><br>Being around Bridgette was something that Conner hadn't expected to have happen again.&nbsp; But now that it was, he was certainly glad that it was.&nbsp; The girl just brought out something in him that made him feel better about the world.&nbsp; She was a friend when he had desperately needed one, and he suspected that the same was true for her regarding him, and he'd never forgotten that.&nbsp; Nor had he forgotten all the nights they had spent together, him, Bridgette, and Beta, in a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies.&nbsp; He couldn't help but smile as he thought about those nights and how any others afterwards hadn't compared.&nbsp; Even the couple of threesomes he'd had in college hadn't quite matched up to the ones he'd shared with Bridgette and Beta, which probably had something to do with them being literally the same girl and having no issue with doing things that other girl's wouldn't.<br><br>As she mentioned making food from France, he nodded with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"If you cook it, then I'll give it a try,"</strong> he told her simply, <strong>"I doubt that anything could be worse than college cafeteria food.&nbsp; For what students pay to go there, you'd think they could afford some decent meals once in a while."</strong>&nbsp; He grimaced a bit when he thought about some of the meals that he'd had in college.&nbsp; Mystery meat seemed to be a common thread between most of them and he didn't have enough money to just go and shop for himself or eat out every night, so often it was either that or not eat.&nbsp; And Conner much preferred to be full than to be hungry, so he'd swallowed his pride and the meal.&nbsp; He'd never gotten sick but there were a couple of close calls in there and his letter had contained references to these from time to time.<br><br>At her comment about 'nasty work' he looked confused for a moment, then he remembered that her letters had often referenced a dislike of exact sciences.&nbsp; Even when they were younger, she had detested such things whereas he'd been drawn to them.&nbsp; He wanted to understand the laws of the universe they lived in, thinking it might help him understand his own powers and how he was able to disrupt those laws so easily.&nbsp; However, his degrees had offered no insight to how their mutations worked and he lacked the drive or interest to learn more about human DNA and biology and the other subjects that might still hold the answers he had been seeking.&nbsp; <strong>"I have learned much about that nasty work, as you call it,"</strong> he said with a smile, <strong>"Someone has to, just as someone else must understand the vague details of the human mind and it's emotions."</strong>&nbsp; He winked teasingly at her.<br><br>It was then that he realized that Bridgette was no longer talking, but rather it was Beta.&nbsp; That surprised him since, as far as he could remember, Bridgette was generally the one that did most of the talking while Beta listened and was just there.&nbsp; But then again, things could've easily changed and he did his best to keep up with things, sipping at the delightfully rich wine that they had provided.&nbsp; It had been a while since he'd drank and even though he was only on his second glass, he was starting to feel a little bit heady from it, but he didn't admit this.&nbsp; Neither Bridgette nor Beta would be merciful if he admitted to being such a lightweight when it came to such things.&nbsp; When they were vague about someone call her 'theirs', he knew the truth instantly.&nbsp; They were lonely, something that he always found odd given they were never truly alone, and that made him sad.&nbsp; And also happy that he was around.<br><br><strong>"Well they may wish to call you that, but are there any that can?"</strong> he asked softly, a hint of suggestion in the air between them, <strong>"Because if so, I may have to do something about that."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled at her with those words.&nbsp; The truth was he felt a strong, strong connection to Bridgette and being back in her presence only reminded him of that fact and made him want to return to the days when they were nearly inseparable.&nbsp; He knew that was unlikely to happen, but the memories of those days were so strong in that moment that he couldn't help but want them back.&nbsp; He was so lost in thought that it too him a moment to realize something that was out of the ordinary and very much new to him.<br><br>Beta was gone.&nbsp; Not like had left the room, which in of itself was rare since the girls were rarely not in the same room, but gone completely.&nbsp; She'd been behind him as Bridgette held his attention while talking about students and school and then the next moment she was gone.&nbsp; Turning more fully to look around, he was quickly able to determine that she wasn't just hiding or something along those lines.&nbsp; She was completely gone.&nbsp; He turned to Bridgette, a look of surprise on his face that was quickly replaced by a slight smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Well that's a new skill for you,"</strong> he said, <strong>"I don't think I've ever not seen Beta around us.&nbsp; I'm honestly a bit uncertain what to make of her disappearance.&nbsp; Care to explain what happened?"</strong><br><br>He raised an eyebrow at her as he drained his wine glass and set it down before returning his full attention to her.&nbsp; This trick was another reminder of how much she'd changed.&nbsp; And yet, she still seemed so much like she always had been.&nbsp; Whether or not she thought of herself in that manner, she was still his Bridgette.&nbsp; And he was now back and it seemed that, in addition to being a professor, he now had a chance to once again be her Conner.&nbsp; That was, if she would have him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>17-04-2017, 23:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 13th, afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br><hr><br>As he spoke, she couldn't help but allow herself to stare at his chiseled jaw and the way his lips moved as he spoke sweetly to her in what she could only guess was French. It was such a beautiful-sounded language, especially from <em>his</em> lips. She never would've guessed that even the teachers at this school could be so handsome. For so long all she could do was secretly watch crushes from a distance and never speak with them. But here, at this school, there were so many to watch and even interact with. It was like all the years she kept to herself and didn't allow herself to grow feeling for anyone came all rushing back with no time to waste and so much to catch up on all at once.<br><br>Hourglass took the books her offered to her and set them in a neat pile on her lap, hiding the exposed skin of her thighs. She wasn't used to wearing such short skirts or revealing so much skin. And now, here was a handsome man that kept calling her beautiful, with a charming smile and eyes that she couldn't help but stare into. They were so oddly-colored but so perfect at the same time. They made her feel not so strange, herself.<br><br><strong>"Oh,"</strong> she mumbled softly as she snapped out of her mind for a moment when he asked about her ankle. <strong>"I... I think it'll be fine," </strong>she began before biting her lower lip. <strong>"But, if you think it's bad, I'll try not to kick you," </strong>she teased and tucked her bangs behind her ear, nervously. Her scar was now fully visible, but she still didn't recognize how exposed she was in that moment.<br><br><strong>"It's starting to swell, but... I'm sure I'll live,"</strong> she mentioned, not sure what to say as she took her books from her lap and hugged them to her chest.<br><br>Her ankle was, in fact, swollen. It seemed to be a typically sprain, which she had gotten once or twice in elementary school when playing outside during recess... when she was human. She'd probably just need to ice and elevate it when she managed to get herself back to her dorm. Not much else to do other than wrap it and take it easy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-04-2017, 05:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> - <span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>&nbsp; -&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>&nbsp; - <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Bridgette makes a drunk decision suddenly, she throws on the seduction charm strong and swiftly.<br><hr>Bridgett was instantly tossed. She hadn’t been four glasses of wine drunk in some time. It was a unique consequence of her forms. When she condensed two into one, everything came together. The hunger, the mind state, the memories, the attitude toward a situation, the liquor, the nicotine, anything. All of it was absorbed. She did her best to handle herself, but her eyes were suddenly swimming in lidded shapes. It only felt right to tell him, she was drunk enough to ignore anything he had just told her for now. She could get back to it in whatever order she pleased. They were like four little floating bubbles in the air. <br><br><em>‘Les pouvoirs, la cuisine, les copains, les choses méchantes,’ </em>she thought in her native tongue as she explained why she was drunk<br><br><strong>“It is me.”</strong> It seemed abstract for her to say, so she giggled at herself, it was an odd place to start. <strong>“I had fouh’ glas’s’f wine.”</strong> Bridgette pointed to the empty glasses were Beta had been. Her accent was much thicker now with the sudden inebriation. <strong>“She went in threhough my hand.” </strong>That hand in question raised and came down on Conner’s arm. She missed him dearly, it was exciting and confusing to have him back.<br><br><strong>“You should kno’zht I’m veahry dhrhunk now.”</strong> She seemed to use her full lung capacity for every heavy little sentence. Her lung capacity was smaller due to her mutation, but she breathed twice as quickly. She was noticeably breathy and excited.&nbsp; When she managed to open her eyes, they looked heavy and insatiable. <strong>“Um, It is me.”</strong> She started back at the beginning, choosing to speak more slowly this time, more focused, her word choice was most improved. <strong>“I am Bridgette, obviously, as you can see. I am Beta too, and when I.... Beta is Bridgette, c'est moi. Bonjour.”</strong> Her laugh was innocent and fun, new, much different than her old laughs. She wasn’t as drunk as her logic sounded, it was just how her kooky little brain worked. <strong>“I discoveherhed a’capability t’become... one body, instead’f two. It’is handy, now I rhemembeh’ za’uhza half’f my evening hereh. I rh’membeh’ sitting to youh’hrhight jez’now.”</strong> <br><br>Then Bridgette managed to boil everything else down in a few swift motions and the shortest possible sentences she could imagine. She moved herself close to him, and got rather suggestive with a hand that she was hiding between their shoulders. She was gripping his shirt, and pulling it upward with nothing but her fingers. <strong>“No boyfriends, I am no ones, Conneherh.”</strong> She checked to see if the bartender was in earshot. She used her power without thinking and focused her emotions onto Conner, and tried to ignore the rest of the bar. <strong>“I have many new skills, I promise, we can talk about teacher things another time, Let me cook for you now, in my home. Upstaihrhs. We will be alone.”</strong> Her fingertips had found the skin of his abdomen. It felt hard underneath, she groaned.<br><br>The groan ended in squeak and she let her nails dig into the skin around his navel, <strong>“Beta can come out to play if you want.”</strong> Her powers were still focused, they were harder to control when she was in a solo form. Her eyes were changing against her will, glowing a bit brighter than they should have been naturally. Her hair fell over her face just perfectly enough to hide one of her eyes completely. Her lips moistened, and they looked wet. She was blushing, her neck, chest, and cheeks all together.<br><br>Bridgette wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. But she was certainly suggesting that the two of them go up to her room and fuck for a few hours. She hadn’t been laid in a few months, not properly at least. The stress was a factor, and a good release was called for. The coincidence was hard to ignore. She almost never came to the bar for a drink, and it just so happened to be the night of her ex-lovers return. There was too much good for anything to go badly. Bridges had a sense for the feel of a night. Her intuition was sharpened and finely tuned. This felt right, even if it was a bit of character for her to be so forward. The ball was still in his court, and she had plans for him if he did decide to go up to her bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - The X-Mansion </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 22:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the bar<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting an old friend.<br><hr><br>Conner had never seen a time when there was only one Bridgette.&nbsp; There had always been her and Beta and they had also been in the same room, no matter what.&nbsp; He was fairly sure when one had to pee, the other would even stand in the bathroom and wait that's how uncommon it was to see one without the other.&nbsp; So for Bridgette to be the only one there and for her to admit that she'd discovered how to make it so there was only one of her if she wanted was a startling, but impressive, display of how much more control she had over her powers than the last time they had met.&nbsp; And it made him smile to see that she had grown so much in that regard, even if his own powers lacked such stellar growth thanks to his lack of attention to them in recent years.<br><br>The next thing he noted was that she suddenly seemed quite drunk.&nbsp; And that made him laugh as he surmised that it had something to do with her combining and the fact that both parts of her had been drinking wine prior to it.&nbsp; Even if he was wrong, he still got a kick out of attempting to follow her words, which was even more difficult as she was slurring a bit and her French accent was even stronger when she'd been drinking.&nbsp; But he managed it since he was a veteran of dealing with drunk girls attempting to say things to him.&nbsp; What was being said was often up for debate, but he would understand the words just fine.&nbsp; <strong>"That's an impressive skill you've mastered,"</strong> he said, <strong>"I'm so happy for you that you've worked it out."</strong><br><br>Then she mentioned how she didn't have a boyfriend and was alone and he wasn't sure if he should be happy or sad for her.&nbsp; But before he could work it out, he felt one of her hands tugging at his shirt and slip underneath it as soon as she was able to do so.&nbsp; He looked around and saw that there was no one watching them, which was good.&nbsp; But then he found himself having to bite his lip as her nails dug into the skin of his naval and he felt a slight surge in his groin at the memory of that hand and the body that it was attached to.&nbsp; He swallowed hard as he finished his glass before setting it down on the bar before looking at her and wrapping his arms around her thin waist.<br><br><strong>"Yes, why don't we get going and you can cook for me then,"</strong> he said, licking his lips as they were suddenly very dry, <strong>"And then I suppose we'll see about any other new skills you'd like to show me."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled as he saw the blush on her body and knew that he still wanted her just as badly as he'd wanted her the first night they'd met all those years ago.&nbsp; He'd had her then and he was very eager to have her now, although he would have to wait and be patient for at least a little while.&nbsp; After all, it wouldn't be good for his first impression as a teach was to have someone possibly walking in on him and Bridgette doing something they shouldn't be doing in public.<br><br><strong>"As for Beta,"</strong> he said with a grin, <strong>"She's always welcome to come out and play.&nbsp; You know how much I enjoy seeing you two play together, after all."</strong>&nbsp; It was true, there had been plenty of times where he had just sat back and let Bridgette and Beta play while he watched.&nbsp; It was so hot to see the two of them making love to each other, knowing they were the same person.&nbsp; But he stopped thinking about that in case his pants became far too tight at the moment.&nbsp; He could think about that more a bit later tonight, he was certain.<br><br>Shifting so that one arm was around her waist and she was by his side on the right as she always was, he grinned.&nbsp; <strong>"You're going to have to lead the way,"</strong> he said playfully, <strong>"After all, I doubt you still have the same room you did all those years ago."</strong>&nbsp; As he waited for her to lead the way, he thought about the night and where it was going.&nbsp; He hadn't expected to run into Bridgette, nor had he expected her to be so forward about what she wanted from him tonight.&nbsp; But he wasn't about to complain.&nbsp; She had been his best lover that he'd ever had and he was more than willing to pick that up again if she was.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>