X-Mansion mingle

[notthemaniwas]

Who: Charles Xavier |anyone visiting/moving into the X-Mansion
When: All February
Where: X-Mansion (residence 15 of region 5 on Kauto)
What: Month-long mingle, let everyone settle and get comfortable, claim rooms, train, whatever
Warnings: None?

With the mansion built and paid for, all there was really left to do was find students, some of whom were already students at the school on Earth, and furnish what they could. It would likely have to come from their own pockets, furnishings for their rooms, food. At least for a little while. Settling on Kauto, there were surely rules and organizations to him to familiarize himself with yet. Some that might provide funding, especially once he started accepting Savrii students.

They'll manage for now at least. And he was sure he could find some use for his own abilities to earn money while here. Legally.

Comments

[justonetouch]

[Exploring]
The juxtaposition from something she knew in a place so completely foreign was a bit jarring. Yet, it did seem to be a theme here, as she was already starting to find out. There was no denying that it looked just like Rogue remembered it, at least on the outside, and there was a roll within her stomach, knowing that she had been going to take the cure, and possibly give it all up.

Yet here she was.

A gloved hand pushed a stray strand of hair behind an ear, and with an in drawn breath, she moved forward. A part of her felt like it was that first day all over again, where there were strangers that were going to judge her and fear what she did, yet there was a part of her that acknowledged she wasn't that girl on the run anymore. She might still have a ways to go, but for now, she was going to look around and see whether there were any changes from the school that she knew.

[Room]
When she had first arrived at the school back in their own world, Rogue had been assigned a room. It hadn't bothered her in the least though, considering she had been on the run, sleeping where she could, hitching rides with strangers. It was how she had ended up meeting Logan, and in turn, how she had ended up at the institute in the first place. There had been more to the story, of course, but some of that was ancient history.

In the end, she had gone to that room that she had had before, and finding it empty, she entered. Leaving the door open, her fingers trailed across the familiar knob, cocking her head in thought. In the end, she left the only item that she had, being her X-Men suit, on the bed. For a few moments she remained there, looking out the window, for as much as the room was familiar, the view was certainly new. Only after did Rogue leave the room, and moving down the halls, she looked about to see who else was there.

outside of the room

[shadowblends]

As soon as they'd arrived at the mansion, Kurt had instantly taken to exploring every single bit of the building, trying to see if everything was the exact same or if there had been anything in particular that had changed or was out of place. So far, it had been all for naught, because from what he could tell, it's almost an exact replica of their home back in New York.

He trailed down the hallway of the dorms, head turning this way and that before stopping to focus on something outside one of the windows. Had it not been for his ultra-keen hearing, the blue boy might have run right into Rogue had he kept walking without looking, but the faint sound of footsteps caught his attention, making him turn to look at her with curiously wide eyes. There aren't a lot of people with white in their hair and not only that, he could recognize her from their chat on the network. "Rogue!" he called out, lifting one hand from his side in greeting.

[justonetouch]

Seeing him on that device was slightly different than actually seeing him in person. He was younger, just as was shown, although there was still that juxtaposition between that mutant that she had met back home and the one who was here. She knew that Logan had spoken of some changes, although Rogue hadn't gone in to too much depth about it.

Yet she smiled, turning, because even if he was younger, he still seemed much like what he had been- or will be. That was strange to think about. Even then there were some things that she picked up on. He had seemed so... Oh, she didn't know- not as scared, maybe? "Hey! Take it you've been lookin' the place over too?"

[brokeassgoing]

I don't know what to call this yet

[If you've seen a flash of red hair skulking around don't be alarmed-- Badou just doesn't know how to come and go at regular goddamn hours. The fact that this is a school doesn't help when he's stumbling in, covered in trash and cuts, at 7am during passing period. At least it isn't crowded, for now, and so the way he flops into a chair in one of the spiraling hallways shouldn't be that noticeable. Maybe.

...Don't let him sleep there.]

This one is just called the one in the bathroom

[Living in a school-- boarding school, whatever, students are used to sharing things. Kitchens. Cereal, that sort of thing.

They might also be used to screaming coming from down the hall? That's definitely coming from outside your bedroom at fuck o'clock and its totally angry screaming. Desperate.

Desperate is also the redhead banging on the bathroom door with a shaking fist, equally red in the face--]

I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE STREAKING YOUR HAIR BUTTHOLE PINK-- GET OUTTA THERE!

Hehehehehe

[kuekuatsu]

[Logan is more than used to sharing things. While he's lived most of his life as a lone man, he's also spent quite a fair amount of time in the army, and in a boarding school as well. But since this world doesn't have as many 'talented' kids as New York used to have, he' not expecting angry shouts outside the bathroom, and the loud banging on the door startles him with its restlessness.

That makes him grumpier than usual, and he opens the door sharply with a growl:]

Get yar own bathroom, this one's just for teachers. Ya mind?

[No, Logan is not streaking any hair on his body: he's shaving, and it shows from the foam covering one half of his face, the other half sporting a fresh cut that's slowly healing, one claw out of his right hand. Why use razors when you have the strongest metal fused to your bone claws?]

Who are you?

[He asks with a gruff, giving the red head a look up and down, never retracting the claw back into his hand. Last time there was strangers in the X-Mansion, kids got hurt, or kidnapped.]

rest in piss

[brokeassgoing]

[If Badou wasn't crying whilst doing the pee dance before he certainly is now. At least he's not so far gone that he's got to hold his crotch? But his eye widens at the MOTHERFUCKING CLAW HE'S SHAVING WITH A FUCKING CLAW]

BUT IT'S AN EMERGENCY! I could teach your kids a buttload they need for the real world but only after I get in there!

....Who are you and are you Freddy Krouger's cousin.

Bad mornings?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Well, look at that. They actually have more in common than they first thought.

J is too very unused with the concept of living together with this many of people, which is quite surprising considering that she's also lived on boarding school once before and had bunch of roommates back on Moira. But still, somehow it just didn't sit well with her to share space with others. So, she too ends up failing to follow stable and normal schedule. She comes and goes as she pleases.

She's actually up and around at the same time as Badou arrives back from his nightly adventures and throws himself in the nearby chairs. Being fresh from the shower she's only wearing a over sized t-shirt and slacks with a towel hanging around her neck. A few drops still drip from the end of her curly hair strands, some of them falling down on the coffee mug she's holding.

Now, so far she and the redhead haven't had a good start. For some reason he always seems to be nervous and unsettled when she's around -- and not for right reasons. It'd be more frustrating if some of his reactions weren't so amusing. Which is why, against her better judgement, she walks silently behind him on the chair, leans over and gently blows to his ear.]

[brokeassgoing]

[and to think he'd just started to doze off too...and here comes this puff of air-- he jumps, eye shooting open and hand halfway raised to swat at the strands of hair that'd surely tickled him from there but--

Nope it's just J. He jumps a little more-- shoulders ticking up automatically]

Don't tell me you got tired of doing that to the brats and you've moved on.

[shadowblends]

❧ i'll stay awake (room)

[At first, when Kurt enters the room, he has to pause in the doorway to take in everything about the new living quarters: the placement of the windows, where the closet is, the bed in the corner ... For the moment, he's mostly trying to figure out what he can use to fill it, what sort of things he can put in there to remind him of the home that they'd all left behind.

His brow furrows at the thought, lips pressing into a thin line, brilliantly colored irises disappearing beneath blue lids and dark eyelashes. He wraps one arm around his abdomen and draws the other hand up, settling it over the bangs that obscure the right side of his face.

He knows he shouldn't linger on things like that, but it's hard - difficult to simply accept that they're here and that's that. There's no way of knowing if they will actually get home now, with the loss of the Moira and their travel plans.

A firm shake of the head and Kurt wanders further into the room, tossing aside what little he has from home and what he's collected since his arrival onto the floor for favor of sprawling himself across the bed with a rather over-dramatic huff.

And that's how he'll stay, until he either falls asleep or someone decides to come in to crash his partially moping state.]

❧ the dark's not taking prisoners tonight (library)

[Usually, when he sneaks off to the library, it's either far later in the evening than it should be (around times when most people are sleeping), or it's whenever he's gotten a chance to pry himself away from things that don't need to be done around the mansion.

It's one of the only places he can really be found aside from his room or rummaging in the kitchen.

No matter the time of day, though, he's always settled in the same spot of the room, tucked into an over-sized chair with his legs beneath his rear, a book in his lap and a mug of something hot to drink gingerly gripped in the spade of his tail.

Don't worry, he won't be too irritated about you interrupting his reading material.]

❧ wildcard

[throw me something!! kurt might also be spending copious amounts of time in the danger room, practicing his fencing or acrobatics, doing something outside, arguing with himself over making waffles or pancakes for breakfast ...

literally anything you could probably think up. c': also, come at me with brackets or prose - i'm good with either!]

breakfast shenanigans

[seeingscarlet]

[It's weird to be living in a legitimate house (okay, mansion) after being stuck on a spaceship for almost a year and a half and being shuffled between scientific facilities for another year before that. It just feels too normal, like the fact that nothing's wrong for once is wrong in itself.

Waffles or pancakes is such a mundane, harmless dilemma that Wanda almost laughs. It's really been too long since there was an actual choice about what to eat.]

You could put ice cream on waffles, start the day well.

yaaahs wanda!!

[shadowblends]

[Another voice filtering into the kitchen is a slight surprise, but nothing that startles him too badly.

He turns to look at Wanda, a whisk in one hand and a bag of chocolate chips in the other, blinking lightly then tipping his head to the side in contemplation. Ice cream on waffles was a real thing? Kurt had only ever eaten them with syrup and butter or maybe peanut butter once, though nothing like what she's talking about.]

Like, a waffle sundae or something?

[takeitslow]

Rec Room; Early Feb

[The ping-pong table is easy enough to set up. As it plugging in the game station BB had left for him, and lining up all the games and DVD sets on the shelves. Back on the ship he'd kept all the gifts to himself, but now that he was sharing a house it only seemed right to share the entertainment too. It was a bit of a peace offering, in Peter's ridiculous way.

He can be found after setting up, switching between playing racing games and trying to beat himself at table tennis. He looks up when people enter, body language suggesting he doesn't mind being interrupted.]

You can take the games, if you want. I've already beaten them anyway.

[justonetouch]

[She's been exploring, searching around the mansion. It is strange, seeing it like this, not quite as she remembers. Then again, how can it be? It's enough though and Rogue is thankful for the place to live. Being a functioning human being hasn't exactly been something that she has lots of practice at.

Having claimed her old room, which thankfully was still vacant, Rogue has gone down, and it is the slight noises that catch her attention. Curious, she heads towards it, only pausing at the entrance. For a moment she stands there, before giving a laugh.]

Guess you'll always win if you play it that way...

[seeingscarlet]

Unpacking
[It feels like half a lifetime ago when they were on the Mini-Colony with practically a blank check to get anything they wanted. Wanda had gone all-out then, upgrading all of her standard-issue furnishings to something more in line with her personal tastes and redecorating her office so it didn't feel so clinical. And thanks to the Pac-Disc, she still has all of it, even the ship.

She can be found throughout the mansion making little additions with the leftover furnishings that didn't fit in her room. Perhaps the fountain from her office could find a new home in the library? And maybe there's an extra pillow or blanket floating your way - she certainly has more than she can use now.]

Wildcard
[go for it!]

unpacking

[kuekuatsu]

[Logan isn't really expecting a floating pillow when he turns the corner of the hallway to enter the living room, and his face collides right into it. There's a strong word escaping his lips, luckily muffled by the pillow and the man reaches for it, pulling it down. He sees Wanda in the room as well and raises an eyebrow slowly:]

Nice trick. Yours?

[The telekinetics and telepaths are soon to outnumber the rest of them it seems.]

Mr. Grumpy Pants

[kuekuatsu]

TRAINING ROOM

It's not like he really needs to work. The added weight of the adamantium on his bones would kill normal people just from its weight, but for Logan, it serves as a unending exercise for his muscles, building them up constantly. Still, there's something comforting in hit a sand bag, even if it's not at full strength. It's almost like some sort of normalcy, from the days he remembers at the X-Mansion in New York, before the Sentinels program would destroy everything.

Logan is there for hours, punches and uppercuts thrown into the sandbags until he works out a sweat, causing him to forgo his tank top. He's been kind enough to wrap his knuckles, leaving the tape bloody instead of the bag. Once he's done, he walks over to the showers in the changing rooms, expecting them to be empty.

EXPLORING

Logan starts with his room: it's as bare as the one he used to have back home. He's never been much of a collector of mementos: if he had, he would have crumbled underneath a pile of trash, given his age and life experiences. No, just a bed, a closet that's for now empty of flanel shirts and jeans, a desk where he used to grade the students' work and a chair in the corner, where he would usually end the night, after waking up from nightmares. It's all the same here, even if this world is not his own.

Walking down the hallway, he passes by what has been Rogue's room (though he guesses here she'll take it back again), and Kitty's and Colossus'. Turning the corner, he gives a long look at a half close door, remembering the room to be Jean's and Scott's. It seems that someone has taken it now, and Logan wonders if it's Jean or not, even if she doesn't know yet the future he does. He moves on, passing by Hank's room, only to stop in front of a closed door. Ororo's room. She's been a bright light in the last months before the Sentinels had gained on them enough for Charles and Erik to work together, finally. And while Logan is not admitting it out loud, he's grateful for the time he gave to him, and perhaps misses her presence more than he'll ever say. To know that she doesn't remember their time together pains him, but it's a price he's more than willing to pay to see Jean alive again.

Reaching for the door knob, he opens the door, half hoping he'd see the white haired woman there, tending to her numerous plants. But as expected, the room is empty, and Logan leans against the doorway, lost in the memories that were once built in this room.

KITCHEN

Logan is sitting at the table, enjoying a cold one as he reads over his TAB, looking at job offers that could help with the upkeep of this place. He never really sleeps, he could always take a night job after he's done teaching the kids, to pay part of his bills to Charles. The Professor doesn't need to always cover for him, after all.

He hears footsteps coming in, but doesn't raise his gaze to whomever just entered the kitchen. It's only when he hears stirrings in the fridge that he makes his presence known:

"If you touch that six packs, there will be hell to pay." He's got them with his own Sencs. And he's not about to let a kid drink either.

training room

[shadowblends]

Sitting with his knees pulled up and his elbows on his thighs, Kurt shifts the placement of his hands to press them over his face, instead of leaving them curled at the back of his neck. He's completely lost track of time, unsure as to how long he's been resting on the bench in the changing room, contemplating the events that have led up to their settling on this planet, in some ridiculously well-made recreation of the school from New York.

There's part of him that's happy to be here with the people he knows, giddy with excitement about meeting and making new friends, but he can't help the slight ache in his chest; he's homesick - something that he hasn't felt since fleeing to Munich and separating from his family. He hates it.

It's the sound of the door that captures his attention, making his head jerk up from his palms and turn to briefly glance over. As he does this, he remembers that he's only in a pair of loose shorts, leaving his intricately scarred torso bared for all to see - not something he wants anyone to know about.

He leaps to his feet and rushes to grab the towel he'd laid out with his change of clothes, quickly wrapping it around his shoulders and securing the ends just as Logan is coming into the room. A breath of relief slips free before it can be stopped, though he's quick to cover up his flustered state by deciding to greet the other mutant. "Hallo, Logan."

kitchen

[justonetouch]

The kitchen is just where it was back home, and Rogue has found her way down there. She doesn't notice him right away, although when he speaks, she starts, glancing over to spot him seated there. "An' just what kinda hell to pay would there be?"

Not that she has any interest in taking one. She does move though, letting the fridge door slide closed and take a spot on a seat next to him. "It's a bit weird, isn't it? I mean, it's nice, but still strange to see something so familiar in such a strange place."

J | OTA | will match the format!

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

LIVING TOGETHER

Now, J's never been great when it comes to sharing her living space with others. Even though on Moira she had been rather close with her previous roommate it still had taken months before she could sleep there comfortably and have a talk in civil manner.

But then again it had been just one person and generally quite harmless situation. Here? It's a school full of young and confused teenagers. Well, to be fair, the age difference isn't so bug between them as she's only a year or two older than the other students. But that still didn't mean that she considered herself as their peers. And school as an environment has never been a pleasant for her as she had always been the one to not fit in, in a way or another. There's a reason why she had dropped out all those years ago.

So with all those considered it's really no surprise that J doesn't spend too much time in the house. She more or less treats it as a place to sleep until she has money saved up for something else. But still somehow her personal belongings and stuff manages to be all over the place. Her coats and other clothing can be found lying around on couches and chairs, there's half drank coffee cups with lipstick marks in the weirdest places (on middle of stairs, inside bathrooms, out next to entrance) and most of time there's used cigarette butts stuffed inside the said cups. So, while it was somewhat rare to actually see J around there's no mistake that she doesn't live in there.

Another thing that makes it obvious that she's not used to paying attention others around her or respect their spaces is the way how she keeps going and coming. Just like right now:

It's only an hour or so away from the sunrise and majority of the residents are no doubt in deep sleep, or at least they should be, when J comes back to mansion after spending two nights away. Her make up is spot on just like her hair that's combed straight and braided back and she's wearing a dress that makes her look like nothing but a movie star. And of course she doesn't even try to be quiet or watch out from waking up anyone as she pulls the door closed behind her and marches to the kitchen, her high heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor.

When she's in the kitchen the goes straight to the fridge, opens it and eyes at the contents for a quick second before grabbing a beer and pudding that neither are hers. Then she goes to sit on the chair next to kitchen counter uncaps the beer along the lid of the pudding, lights a cigarette for herself. She pushes the round sunglasses with white frames that she's been wearing over her face to rest on top of her head and begins to enjoy her meal.

closed to peter + kurt. cw: implied sexy times

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[It all really had started from the usual light flirtation between them. Small jokes and teases about their current living space and how she never had chance to see his room back on Moira even though he get to visit her. Funny how after that one thing had led to another and ended up with her laying on his bed next morning on her stomach and lipstick in her hand. On another hand she's holding up a small mirror that aids her with spreading the makeup over her face.

The messy mop of curly hairs is pushed back and tucked behind her ears as well as possible away from her face and the only cloth that's covering her body is a wrinkled blanket. But things like that, hair and clothing, could wait. She's painting her lips with well-practiced and careful movements, making sure that none of the color spreads over the thin line she had drawn earlier with lining pen. She had already done her eye makeup and was now just adding some of the finishing touches. This is absolutely one of her favorite in day, dolling up and casting a layer of glamour on her.

Once she's done with her lips she quickly rolls the stick back inside the holster and caps it, then turns to look on her side where her partner is lying, giving him an alluring smile.]

Say, has your brain awoken yet? [She teases.]

closed to jean

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

placeholder.

/shows up late and not even with Starbucks

[frankensteinian]

[Exploring; sometime after the 18th]

He doesn't really have anything to unpack, since he arrived here with only the clothes on his back, and settling in doesn't take long either. He'd been given a change of clothes on his arrival, and local credits in exchange for the items he was willing to part with (which hadn't been much). Even though it doesn't take long to get these items placed in his room, it's a few days before he really shows his face around the house. He knows that not everyone is happy to see him.

When he does finally venture out of his room for something more than food or making use of the opportunity to shave off the several days' worth of growth that he had been sporting when he arrived, it's late at night, when he figures the rest of the inhabitants are asleep (or at least not likely to be wandering around the house like he is). This way he can familiarize himself with this place without facing the anger of the others who are now forced to share it with him.

It's strange how similar this place is to Charles' house in Westchester, despite being on an alien planet in a different galaxy. He wonders if that's a concept he'll ever get used to.

That's just rude. Bring whiskey next time <3

[kuekuatsu]

Logan isn't thrilled at all about Erik staying at the mansion with the kids, but since it's Chuck's place, there's nothing much he can say against it. Despite knowing that Charles managed to find a way to change the past despite Magneto attempt to start a war in Washington, despite the kids seemingly welcoming the other mutant as an ally, Logan doesn't trust Erik one bit. It doesn't matter if the man will reform in the future and find a way to help the Professor defeat the Sentinels in a future that'll never come true. A villain is always a villain, and Erik's hatred of mankind is so deeply ingrained in him that Logan doesn't think he'll ever change. And perhaps, part of him still hold Erik responsible for Jean's loss of control that led to him having to kill her. Erik is dangerous man, will always be in Logan's mind, and all he can do is to stay close, and make sure the other mutant doesn't do anything out of line.

It's late at night: Logan doesn't really sleep, and he's taken a sit on a window sill in the living room. He's opened the window and enjoys a cigar when his hearing picks up footsteps at the room's entrance. He looks back, almost expecting Charles to be there to scold him about the cigar, but only sees Erik there, and his mood drops. Puffing on the cigar, he looks back at the window, blowing out the smoke through the screen.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Finally grew tired of looking at four walls? You, of all people, should be used to it."

Logan knows very well it's not a good idea to rile up Erik, but he can't help himself. The man drowned him after all, nearly screwing up all of the X-Men's effort to change the future.

rudest not!dad

[seeingscarlet]

Wanda had gotten used to the relative silence the psychic shielding around her room on the ship provided, but unfortunately there's nothing to replace it here. Sleep and Wanda have never really been friends even without the new psychic noise, so after tossing and turning for an hour she slips out of her room to get tea.

It's becoming an almost nightly ritual. She should really invest in a hot water heater for her room at this rate.

The kettle's already on the stove and Wanda's leaning on the counter staring tiredly at it as if watching it will make the water boil faster. She's startled to see Erik after what Peter showed her - what is he doing here? - but masking her true feelings about someone isn't new. It's no different than leading Strucker on so he wouldn't start looking for a way to forcibly control the twins.

It's hard to bite back the protective urge to tell him to leave Peter alone, but she manages a perfectly polite-sounding "Did I wake you?"

it's only fashionable being late, right?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

The residents of the mansion have come to used, whether they liked it or not, J's rather unpractical and random hours. And it's something that Erik would eventually grow used to no doubt, were either of them stay in the mansion for long enough. She's a night lover to the core so it's everything but surprising to see her up, all dolled up and looking like a blast from sixties movie star.

She's sitting next to kitchen counter, half smoked cigarette hanging between her middle and index finger, and there's a local fashion magazine laid open in front of her. She's flipping pages with a mild curiosity when she hears steps close to her and looks up from the magazine. Oh, well if it isn't the new comer. About time he stopped playing the role of shy hedgehog and came out of the hole.

"Evening," she hums a greeting, her gaze dropping back to magazine. "I see we're looking much better than earlier." She's of course talking about the video post he made not too long ago where his appearance had been more disoriented than anything else. She might not be looking at him but the expression on her face still shows she rather appreciates the clean, shaved look more on him.