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SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5076: Nov 22nd 2012 at 3:48:43 PM

Wesleigh raised an eyebrow.
"Well first off, that is creepy. Can we have a kibosh on the voices?"

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Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
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#5077: Nov 22nd 2012 at 3:58:20 PM

"Are you serious? There's more?" Megan asked, looking up from the piece of paper she was reading. The Martian girl could not contain her excitement, and had been babbling on and on about the movie ever since they left the theater. Her experience with her first movie had been one of the strangest things in the world- for a human, at least. Everytime something scary happened in the movie, she yelped, holding onto Karen's arm. As suspenseful moments happened, she began to bit her lower lips, and at the end of the movie, she was practically eating her fingernails. But when any explosions, exciting action sequences or amazing moments happened, Megan couldn't help but laugh, cheer and celebrate along with the movie.

"I don't know what gritty-fying is, but I want more of those!" She said, standing up and walking over to the air mattress. "Oh, oh, what about the scene, the one in the subway? That one was great! And when, and when Bond was with M defending that... ooooh, that sequence was just, amazing! The fights, the shooting!... I want to be just like him, actually. Can you imagine it? Super-spy Megan Morse?" She asked, putting on a smug smile. "I'll have a martini, shaken, not stirred. Oh, hello, Megan! That would just be too cool!"

She pointed at the piece of paper. "And there's more Bond movies!... maybe I could ask Nicco to get them for me in exchange for riding on my Bio-Ship? Goldfinger, For Your Eyes Only, Goldeneye, Casino Royale... Karen, I want to watch them all!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air and falling on the air mattress, giggling like a little girl on Christmas. "Hey, uh..." she slowly sat up, smiling at Karen. "I know tomorrow might be a "busy" day... but... thanks to taking me to the theater. It was the most fun I had in... well in..." She looked down, frowning for a moment. "... in years."

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5078: Nov 22nd 2012 at 5:46:23 PM

"'Creepy'? Are you trying to pun me?" He smiled and said, "Okay. So what do you want to talk about." He took one of her hands in both of his. "I'll admit that I'm not sure where to start."

edited 22nd Nov '12 5:46:51 PM by tricksterson

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Demovere Since: Dec, 2009
#5079: Nov 22nd 2012 at 10:36:14 PM

The last, subdued part of Megan's words caught Karen's attention. She silently looked at Megan for a while, gauging the Martian's expression. A part of her - the wary, paranoid part - wanted to outright ask if there was anything in Megan's past that she should let out ahead of time instead of letting it catch up to her sooner or later. The other part of Karen, however - the good-natured, sympathetic part - realized that, like Karen herself, Megan was hiding such things for a reason. They wouldn't so easily want to reveal them to people they just met, after all.

Megan would feel a hand lay on her shoulder; if she looked up, she would see bright blue eyes and a full, warm smile looking at her. "Glad to hear the human world at least has something other than superheroics that piques your interest," she said, firmly gripping the Martian's shoulder in reassurance. "Now come on, let's try to get some sleep on decent beds; I may not need much sleep myself, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy laying down in an actual bed every now and again."

When you're ready to truly explain why you're here, Megan, I'll be there to listen.

SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5080: Nov 23rd 2012 at 12:36:51 AM

Wesleigh let Jack take her hand. It felt good to feel his hands again. She looked down at the floor.
"So I almost died yesterday." she said quietly.

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tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5081: Nov 23rd 2012 at 6:14:16 AM

"I know. And I gues it...changed you. I don't think I have words for how I felt when I heard you were shot. Or for how I felt when I heard you were all right. ecstatically relieved comes close though." He paused in thought. "Do you think...maybe you did die and that's what brought the change on?"

edited 23rd Nov '12 6:15:06 AM by tricksterson

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SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5082: Nov 23rd 2012 at 7:54:26 AM

Wesleigh put her head in her hands, drawing away from Jack's grip.
"Is it okay if I don't want to think about that? That's kind of a terrifying thought."

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tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5083: Nov 23rd 2012 at 8:06:23 AM

Jack sat down next to her on the bed and put his arm around her. "Anything that makes you feel better," he said softly, all sign of banter and snark gone from his voice.

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SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5084: Nov 23rd 2012 at 8:13:20 AM

This brought a wry smile to Wesleigh's lips. She couldn't quite resist.
"Anything?" she said playfully.

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tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5085: Nov 23rd 2012 at 8:29:37 AM

Jack smiled back. "Anything that won't get me banned from the hospital."

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SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5086: Nov 23rd 2012 at 8:43:50 AM

Wesleigh almost rolled her eyes.
"Jesus, Jack, can't you take a hint?"

And with that, she wrapped a hand around the back of his head and kissed him.

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tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5087: Nov 23rd 2012 at 10:00:28 AM

Jack would would have replied but was too busy kissing her back. He wasn't that stupid.

edited 23rd Nov '12 10:00:50 AM by tricksterson

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Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
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#5088: Nov 23rd 2012 at 2:19:20 PM

"... thanks, Karen." Megan replied, smiling back. "You're a... you're a great friend."

The alien nodded, but before Karen could do anything, she had already transformed the air mattress into her own bed, mildly hugging it. And with the sound that usually followed Megan's shapeshifting, she was now wearing clothes fit for sleep time. "Thanks for this comfy bed. It's really fluffy. Reminds me a lot of..." Her sentence was interrupted by a yawn. "... h-home..."

And with that, Megan fell asleep, like before, holding onto the air mattress, and mumbling something about James Bond as she entered her land of dreams or perhaps nightmares.

edited 23rd Nov '12 2:19:28 PM by Stratofarius

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5089: Nov 23rd 2012 at 3:11:21 PM

As the kiss broke Jack said, "If I werte to say that was very nice, I'd come off lame wouldn't I?"

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#5090: Nov 23rd 2012 at 3:14:03 PM

The Next Morning

Sam Weller did not want to get up this morning. Well, he didn't want to get up most mornings, especially seeing as it was getting later in the year, and winter was coming, and the blanket was warm and snug. But this morning, he was especially reluctant. Late in the afternoon, Jack would come on the air with his very special episode, and members of the mutant community would come on, and talk to callers-in.

They had quite a few big names appearing. Charles Xavier, head of Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, was in charge of a private school for developing metahumans, and he'd been at the Mutant Rights gig for some time. Pietro Maximoff and his sister, Wanda, were both heading the Eisenhardt Foundation, a major charity stationed in New York, and co-ordinated several events in District X. There was also some woman that Jack mentioned on the horn last night, Raven something or other.

At least it wasn't those mishegoss anti-mutants on. Sam had to remind himself that the two opposing sides weren't appearing on the same episode, in the same room. That was smart of Jack to point out when he made the announcement. The two sides had been separated by one whole week. Who knows what sort of hell could have happened in between those two groups? But all the same, Sam couldn't help thinking this thing was going to end in tears. He felt it in his flabby gut. But, oh well, he was in for the ride now. He called up Bill, to make sure everything was set and security prepped. The last thing they needed was any uninvited guest stars.

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5091: Nov 23rd 2012 at 3:16:19 PM

-NEVERMIND-

edited 23rd Nov '12 3:16:29 PM by SlendidSuit

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Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
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#5092: Nov 23rd 2012 at 6:49:46 PM

When Karen woke up the next morning, she would find the air mattres to be empty. But before she could even start to wonder where Megan had wandered off to, she would also find the TV to be turned on in the news channel with a slightly higher volume, and the small table she had used yesterday was already set up right in front of the sofa. The TV was currently babbling on about something uninteresting:

"And in more recent news," the female reporter said, "Wealthy socialite Nicholas Knoxville has disappeared from New York City. His last seen location was Club D in Downtown Ma—" The voice of the reporter was interrupted from Megan's voice, as she peeked from the kitchen. "Karen! I'm working on your breakfast. Everything you'll need for work and work. I got a sandwich and orange juice. Do you want me to give you a lift to your job?" She asked as she stepped out of the kitchen, already wearing casual clothes, the plate with the sandwich and a glass with orange juice floating besides her. She flicked her wrist, and they gently landed on the table as she clasped her hands, excitedly waiting for Karen's reaction.

Demovere Since: Dec, 2009
#5093: Nov 23rd 2012 at 7:12:50 PM

Megan would find that Karen didn't emerge from her room; instead, the apartment's front door creaked open, and Karen stepped inside, her droopy eyes widening in mild surprise when she saw that Megan was also awake and what she had prepared. Thanks to her reduced sleep needs, Karen had woken up a fair deal earlier, and quietly sneaked past the sleeping Megan and out to the apartment rooftop for her morning weightlifting routine.

"Uh... thanks Megan," she said, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand; her other hand currently had a barbell effortlessly resting on her other shoulder, several 50-pound weights clearly slotted into it. She had on a dark-blue hoodie (the hood currently pulled over her head to reduce the risk of someone recognizing her up there), gray sweatpants and an old pair of sneakers. "I... work from here most of the time, and our last major project that needed us together finished two days ago."

She set the barbell down with surprising gentleness "Still, I guess I shouldn't complain. Thanks for making breakfast, Megan," she said with a soft smile. She glanced around, noticing that the Martian had only made one sandwich. "What about you?"

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#5094: Nov 23rd 2012 at 7:20:01 PM

Jack was already at the studio overseeing things and making calls. The first was a message on the general band of the Justice Avengers.

Big day today. Big show. Dr. X and other mutant guests so keep an ear open trouble. Ivan and Rocket are both invited to beef up security or in Ivans case guest either as Ivan or ?

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#5095: Nov 23rd 2012 at 7:22:17 PM

Megan shook her head, looking around. "Oh no, no, I... I already ate." She said, brushing it off like it was nothing. "So. Work. You have no work so I guess you'll... work? PG and MM, flying around, helping people?... we could always see if there's something bad happening outside, and there is that Jack Ryder show that's going to happen later today..."

She was trying to be as subtle as possible, but it was impossible to not notice she was bursting with excitement at the idea of going back to "superhero work" in a duo with Power Girl, a fact that could be seen thanks to the twiddling of her fingers and the tapping of her foot on the ground- plus, the smile on her face that just screamed "can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait".

Demovere Since: Dec, 2009
#5096: Nov 23rd 2012 at 8:11:12 PM

Karen quickly recognized the expression on Megan's face, and she sighed internally. She was going to take this time off to catch up on some of the anime she had been following... but, well, Megan was here, and she wasn't about to make the Martian sit around doing nothing. Then again, that's what usually happened whenever Karen had time to relax and New York was (relatively) quiet.

"...Alright," Karen finally agreed, taking a bit out of the sandwich Megan had prepared for her. "I guess a morning patrol wouldn't hurt. I'll finish this while you go cha - wait, you can change in seconds. Hang on, let me just finish this first..." She began to chow down on her sandwich-and-drink combo a little faster.

IchigoNeko A Forbidden Rendezvous from New York, 1928 Since: Sep, 2009
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#5097: Nov 23rd 2012 at 9:57:25 PM

Ororo sighed, wandering around the city. Tony had run off doing some kind of volunteer work and she'd been left to fend for herself (not that that was a problem). She was somewhere vaguely near the Academy, but still in the city proper. And also very bored.

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#5098: Nov 23rd 2012 at 10:35:50 PM

Having to resist the temptation to walk around the city throwing his money at random passer-by's while singing 'Make It Rain', Darwin was fairly confused and bored, not really sure to do with his windfall of cash.

He could invest. Could he invest? Would investing be even something in character for him to do. For Armando, definitely.

SlendidSuit Freelance Worrywart from Probably a Pub Since: Oct, 2011
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#5099: Nov 24th 2012 at 1:41:11 AM

Wesleigh was not used to an ordinary sleeping schedule. But in the hospital it was all but enforced so she'd tried to keep sensible hours. She awoke early the following morning, head spinning from another of the... unusual nightmares. She couldn't remember the details much beyond a couple of scrawny goths chatting about something. She had the strange feeling they'd been chatting about her.
She flicked through the channels the television in her room had idly, not even listening to what was going on. The news was still concentrated almost entirely on the riot, and the nationals weren't much different, beyond discussing how the incumbent party's reaction would affect the next election.

She knew she could get the show on here, but hopefully she'd be seeing it in person. The doctor would be coming in relatively soon to talk about her progress. She wondered if they'd take yesterday's skirmish into account when making their decision. Going from not being able to walk at all to assaulting a monster with a length of metal was, in Wesleigh's mind at least, a good sign.
But she'd have to wait for the Doc's opinion in that respect.


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The sun found Xorn sitting cross-legged on the hard floor of a Mutant Town ball court. It wasn't in use and hadn't seen use in some time, so Xorn had decided to rest here last night. He had had much to reflect on and a night's rest somewhere where the city could wash over him had been perfect. He awoke feeling refreshed in spite of the cramps and aches that sleeping on concrete tended to cause. He would do about an hour's meditation before getting up to find more families that required help recovering from the events of the riot.
It was, after all, the least he could do to help.

If he recalled correctly, Jack Ryder's show would be on tonight. He very much looked forward to seeing the discussion for himself, not in the least because he knew his friends would be present. He started to wonder who the guests might be but reminded himself that to continue meditating he would need a clear mind and extinguished his thoughts as best he could.

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JasonC No boom today... from Good Old Blighty Since: Nov, 2012
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#5100: Nov 24th 2012 at 2:21:13 AM

Artemis, dressed in the Amazon equivalent of workout clothes, walked into the training area of the Amazon Embassy. It was a outside with a trellised roof, making it harder for anyone to look in. Other Amazons had already arrived and were warming up

She had slept off her tiredness, but there was still a lingering stiffness from her flight. A good workout would deal with that. Later, she would speak with Eris and they could work out a plan to reveal Wonder Woman's return. She touched the Gauntlets where they hung from her belt. She needed to practice some more with them as well. Get truly used to the increased strength.

She began to stretch herself in preparation for the workout.

"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor

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