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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Who: A lot of people. Residents of Xavier Mansion and possible visitors
When: Through April
Where: Region 5, residence 15
What: Mingle dingle
Warnings: Nah. All possible warnings ought to be marked on thread's subject.

Comments

Visitor!!

[im_a_leg]

Hunk hadn't been to the mansion before. The only things he really knew about it were that it was big and full of Kurt's friends, or at least people Kurt knew from home. So when he was extended an invitation to show up, how could he turn it down? He was super curious about the people Kurt lived with, plus he loved making new friends.

And naturally he had to scope out the kitchen.

He'd already been let in and was standing in the entrance way rubbing his arm a little awkwardly. Should he just ... start opening doors and introducing himself? No, that'd probably be weird. Definitely be weird. Just because his buddies were okay with that didn't mean random people would be.

Instead he glanced around, waiting to see if anyone showed up. If nobody did he'd just have to find his way to the kitchen. I mean, everyone needed to eat.

[brokeassgoing]

They'd both had similar thoughts, as far as food anyway. But for now, Badou comes rushing into the mansion, colliding headlong into Hunk and reeling back onto his ass.

"What's the big idea?! Standing in here picking your wedgies...Don't they teach manners anymore?"

J's accidental week | OTA

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier.

It appears to be nothing but your typical day in the Region five, okay maybe just little more calm and sleepier than usual but nothing drastic. The same mood seems to apply the mansion that lies on the area of resident fifteen, which is actually a nice change. Especially considering all the recent little mishaps and commotion going around. Who knows, maybe the residents are off to cool down somewhere to escape the heat. Or then it's the loss of mansion's original owner that makes the place too suffocating to stay in.

Well, whatever is the case the first thing anyone will see, whether they lived there or not, when stepping past the main entrance to inside the place is the old chandelier. Except that instead of decorating the hall like it usual does it's on floor, surrounded by shattered glass and shards of the shining crystal and metal bits. Not to mention the small crack on the floor as well.

The reason for this renewed decor can be found from near the ceiling. It's J. And she's floating in the air, hands reached up against the hard stone above her. Her distressed, almost scared expression along with the paleness of face indicate pretty heavily that she is, indeed, stuck there.

Help the lady out.

This girl is on fire.

You know the feeling when you think you've finally mastered something difficult, learned to take control over something that previously seemed impossible, only to find out that you were wrong. That in reality you really have no idea how things work out. It's a bitter frustration and disappointment that sucks.

And in this case? Very hazardous.

Out of her two "gifts" that she had gained several months ago, J certainly preferred the small flame that lived in her throat. Being able to breathe out small sparks of fire to lit your cigarette and candles was incredibly handy. And J had honestly thought she had figured it all out, learned how to control it with her breathing. But apparently all it took was one sneeze to fuck it all over.

It's in middle of the night when a sharp and loud ring fills the sleeping silence in the mansion. The sound is strongest around the living room space, where pile of couch cushions are on fire. The flames are not too big, certainly, but are spreading fast along the fabric right towards the couch and carpets. And once again, in middle of the chaos you can find J, panicking as she tries to put the fire out with one of the blankets.

[frankensteinian]

When he's not working at odd jobs, he's usually home, and while he has started spending a little more time outside of his room than he used to do, it's still where he spends the majority of his time (especially now that Charles has disappeared). So he's in his room when he hears a crash and the unmistakable sound of glass breaking, only magnified tenfold because it's obviously a large object doing the crashing.

He comes out into the hallway and then along to the stairs, where he peeks over the banister into the entryway. He looks first at the smashed chandelier littering the floor, then up towards the ceiling at the culprit.

Who's floating. Isn't that interesting.

"You look like you could use a little assistance."

burn baby burn

[lavelly]

Lavellan, already asleep in the living room (for Reasons), wakes with a start at the crackle of fire and the smell of smoke. His disorientation clears after an instant, a survival mechanism he learned long ago to address the first sign of danger. He sits up like a shot, taking in the scene--a fire, quickly spreading, with J frantically and ineffectively trying to put it out.

Okay.

In the next second he sends a sheet of ice from his remaining hand at what he perceives to be the source of the flames, some of it spraying onto J in the process. Sorry, girl. It doesn't smother all of it, but a decent chunk. Enough that it no longer seems to be an emergency.

With that, his nerves settle, and he shakily sits back down on the couch.

"What happened here?"

ota

[frankensteinian]

Charles' disappearance has left Erik a little aimless (not that he'd ever admit that to anyone else; he can barely admit it to himself). At least by now he's got some form of employment, picking up odd jobs with Badou, so he's not spending countless hours shut in his room. By now he's heard all about this note that Charles left, leaving the house and its residents in the care of him and Logan, and he's not sure how to feel about that, either. Charles has always believed things about him that he doesn't believe about himself. Why would Charles have wanted him to do this?

At least now, when he's not working, he doesn't spend so much time hiding in his room. He's not as social as some other of the residents, but at least he lingers longer in the kitchen or the day room, and when he finds himself in need of something to do, he does whatever minor repairs or updates the house might need. Anything to keep himself busy. To keep the anger at yet another loss at bay.

[greyate]

Crossing paths in the kitchen wasn't unheard of. Erik had kept most interactions brief from what she could see. After the fight with Peter and Charles leaving, it seemed like the roles were reversed. Jean was avoiding most people with the kind of mood she was in.

And when she was in the same room with them, she wasn't all that talkative. Like this morning, glancing at Erik but going about getting herself a glass of orange juice in silence. She doesn't bother reaching out to feel anything from him. She has mental and emotional walls around her, trying to keep her own raw emotions inside.

[coercive]

The version that Laura knows of him is entirely based on the comics that exist in the time she comes from. Not that she really knows all that much, and it's her curiosity about him that has her quietly observing him during her first few days in the mansion. If Logan insists that they stay here and that she get to know the other kids that around (though she's not sure she's willing to call teenagers kids) she might as well make sure that she gets a good look at everyone.

So she lurks as best as she can, making sure to be as quiet as possible. It's likely that he can sense her there just the way she can start to sense him based on his scent, which she uses to track him throughout the mansion. It's slightly awkward, but she's not able to just walk up and talk to him like a normal eleven year old might. Instead she observes, and waits to approach him until after she feels like it's entirely safe.

She finds him outside working on the house, and tries to keep her skittish nature at bay as she approaches him. "I will help," she quietly offers, waiting to see and hear his reaction so she can try to figure him out.

[takeitslow]

Peter should probably talk to Wanda first. It would be the smart thing; have her talk him through it, keep him from making the wrong choices. But she's refusing to pressure him into making any choice and he knows if he runs back to her room, he's just going to use it as an excuse to put things off again. In some ways, this has nothing to do with Wanda at all. It's a choice Peter has to make on his own.

It's possible that hiding in his sister's room for the past week has made him a little dramatic.

Peter finds him in the day room, uses a few agonizingly normal seconds to be sure he's projecting some version of calm. He's not doing a good job. Peter looks more like he's about to be sick rather than the devil-may-care poster child he's always went for.

"Do you have a minute? To talk. I need to-we should talk."

[ventifact]

Rey still feels out of place when she visits the mansion, even if she's been told on several occasions that she's more than welcome to. Jean wanted her to live there, she knew, but there were just too many people on all sides for her to really feel comfortable. Her isolated house in the forest region is much more suited to her tastes, even if the climate is the complete opposite of Jakku.

When all the people become too much, she finds her way to the kitchen, hoping to grab something to eat before she leaves. If she's lucky, there will already be something made. If not, it'll be raw fruit or dry bread again. She's still rather useless at cooking, even though she's done her damnedest to remedy the issue. Instead of an empty room, however, she finds a familiar face. Rey cocks her head to the side before heading to the fridge. "Glad you found a place to stay." An assumption. She doesn't, after all, but she's still here.

ota + closed

[greyate]

garden; ota

[ While Jean had been skeptical about her ability to be a gardener on the ship when she first arrived, she finds it hard to let go now that they are on an actual planet. She still doesn't think she's all that good at it but it helps distract her while doing something productive. With everything that was going on, it was tempting to leave the mansion. One of the things keeping her there was the garden she had started tending after they all moved in.

Stabbing at the soil was certainly a good way to get out some frustration. And seeing her saplings making some progress was encouraging. At least she managed to get those right.

Sighing, she looks back over to the spot she wanted to plant a bonzai cat tree. Sitting on her legs on the ground, gloves covered in dirt, she wonders if she'll ever find one to plant. ]


library; ota

[ Classes may no longer be a thing at the mansion any longer (Charles had been the only person to establish classes of any sort), Jean was determined to continue teaching herself. Or at least keep up her reading. Many of these books were old ones from the shops in the city. Some she could read, others she couldn't. But organizing them was an ongoing project. Boxes and boxes of them.

The zip and fly through the air and onto shelves and others remain floating as she tries to decide where what goes. She's so engrossed in what she's doing, she barely manages to move a flying book in time before it hits the other person in the head. ]

I'm so sorry! Are you okay?


danger room; closed to residents

[ On those days when she felt a gnawing sort of frustration, like a fire smoldering but refusing to go out, Jean would go to the Danger Room to try and work it out. Smashing fake sentinels did wonders for the anger she was feeling lately. Sometimes only with her mind, redirecting their beams to cut through each other. Other times, a punch in their direction was enough to send them flying from the force projected from it.

It was oddly satisfying, allowing herself to let go. Especially when the flames within her would engulf her body, her hair, her mind, and she could crush fake enemies down into little balls of nothing with one hand.

In fact, she was enjoying that a little too much. Each time, it became harder and harder to pull herself back, losing all track of time. But how intoxicating to not feel pain or loneliness anymore. Just... power. That feeling of infinity stretched out beyond her and it was all hers to take.

This time, it sends her down to her knees, panting and sweating. She needs to stop doing it. ]


bedroom; closed to residents

[ Another way Jean has been trying to cope with everything going on has been to close herself up in her room, headphones on and just... allowing herself to float. Should anyone come in, that's how they'll find her: floating on her back in the middle of her room, limbs seemingly weightless, one hand holding her walkman on her stomach as the tape plays, eyes closed. It's one of the few things that seems to help her relax nowadays. ]

bedroom

[coercive]

[Laura hasn't been here long enough to really know her way around, although she does alright most of the time. Logan bringing her here with him isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it's a culture shock for Laura to be around so many other people relatively close to her age in a capacity that isn't captivity. She's used to seeing her friends tested on and put through horrible tragedies. She and the others were bound together out of necessity.

Here, that bond doesn't exist in the same way. People here are normal in the sense that they more or less understand how to function socially. Instead of meeting the others and attempting to get to know the others, Laura spends her first handful of days at the mansion exploring. When she peeks into Jean's room, she almost slips right back out.

But it's the sight of that bright red hair and the walkman on her stomach that draws her in. Seeing others with powers isn't new to her, so she treats that as normal as anything. Instead, she stares at the older girl's hair, reaching up to touch at her own while she does. In the back of her mind, she wonders if she'll ever have something about her that's so beautiful and nice. She isn't sure she's worthy of it.

The walkman makes her think of Nate Munson and his iPod, and that connection provides her with enough reason to stand and watch Jean with a sort of curious anxiety that she sometimes feels when encountering something that she wants to learn more about. She just isn't good at attempting to strike up conversation, so she...doesn't. She just stands there, growing increasingly anxious and letting her thoughts fill her mind.]

library

[brokeassgoing]

[aside from the entire atmosphere of the mansion to date, everything's been pretty normal on Badou's end. So obviously that means books should come flying at his head. Luckily it didn't take out his other eye, but his head does spin for a second as he sits on his ass.]

The hell-- they don't do the banned reading list anymore, chill.

garden

[ventifact]

[Despite her apparently open invitation to the mansion, Rey hasn't spent as much time there as perhaps she should have. She's faced an interesting sort of dilemma since arriving on Thisavrou: though not a social creature on Jakku, this new planet more or less demanded she create social ties with near complete strangers. Still, a part of her actually craved the social interactions she had so easily avoided on her home planet. Her friendship with Finn, it appeared, had only been a taste of the kinds of relationships one could make with other people. Who would have guessed?

So it is that she's found herself wandering the grounds, dressed a little differently than usual. She had managed to save some of her clothing after the shipwreck, and Kauto had a surprisingly acceptable selection of cheap, comfortable garments. She spots a familiar head of red hair and smiles to herself, remembering that this was almost exactly how she had first met Jean. The scavenger approaches, a small smile on her face.]

I've never met anyone who liked to dig in the dirt so much.

[This is sort of a joke. Rey, after all, had built her lifestyle around digging in the sand.]

Gardens

[nimbi]

[ Having talked to Jean over the network, the impact of seeing her in the flesh is slightly softened but... it still takes Ororo's breath away. For the second time, her best friend has returned to her from the dead, a testament to how well the power within her named itself. She truly is a phoenix.

Ororo doesn't entirely trust that her voice would not tremble were she to call out, so instead she makes a tiny rain cloud form above the plant Jean is currently tending to, watering it with a small amount of rain. ]

ota; cw for feels?

[el_paso]

arrival

It took him ages even to get past the gate, the sprawling grounds and the big house beyond invoking in him a kind of slow and silent terror. "I can't do this," he'd growled unhappily at Storm.

It's not the same as it was. Maybe that's why he's able to be here at all, once he's standing in the foyer. It's not the Institute and yet it is, quiet and still this morning, the differences made all the more stark in how little they really matter to his own memories. Ororo has gone off to look for someone, but he's not inclined to wait for her despite his prickly assurances -- "I'm fine, Christ!" -- and lets himself wander.

insomnia; closed to residents

The nightmare drives him awake. Does it matter anymore which one it was? Stryker's smug grin or Jean's desperate plea; the strangled faces of the people he loved, quiet in the afternoon air; too many funerals, the deep pain in Charles' eyes or the rage in those of that monster with his face.

Now he sits on the floor, his back against the bed, taking pulls from the handle of whiskey he'd lifted from the previous Logan's room. Is it really stealing if it's his anyway? Not like the fucker'll miss it.

"Enjoy your future, motherfucker," he mutters acidly, taking another swig, not noticing the ribbon of lamplight snaking into the hall.

wildcard

((ooc: Have an idea for the weekend with Wolverine? Hit me up! He'll have brought Laura back with him from R2 the next day, and will be busying himself around the mansion when he's not off in R2 again.))

arrival

[justonetouch]

She's been coming down the stairs, looking like she always has. Covered, more or less, from head to toe, those white gloves on her hand offer protection to any who she might accidentally touch, or who might accidentally touch her. Her hands are in her hair, pulling it back in to a pony tail, as her lips purse lightly.

She can't even say that she notices right at the beginning as her eyes drift upward from watching where her feet are going, to the foyer in front of her. In fact, it takes her a moment, frozen there, a foot on each step, as her mind processes what she is seeing. It takes time, as her brow furrows and her mouth opens for a moment, trying to make sense of what is before her.

Time stops, before she's taking a breath. "... Logan?"

arrival

[culver]

Through the grapevine (and a little bit of eavesdropping), Nill had learned that there had recently been some new arrivals to the mansion. She knows she hasn't met everyone who lives there, partly because she's shy and partly by pure happenstance. The former, however, takes over as she peeks down the main staircase to see two people enter the mansion. One of them is vaguely familiar, though she's never spoken to either.

Cautiously, Nill begins to descend towards them--and then the woman leaves. So she's left standing in the middle of the stairs, having to decide if she's going to rush back up or meet this strange man. She wavers, wings flapping a little as she tries to make her decision. Eventually, the blonde takes a deep breath and continues her descent.

arrival

[frankensteinian]

The thing with wandering is that Logan will eventually come across other residents of the house. Especially those who are also prone to wandering; it's a compromise between Erik's desire to hole up in his room and Charles' statement (before he disappeared) that he should be more social. He's out of his room but not staying in any one place for too long, or seeking out anyone specific.

Which is precisely how he ends up coming across Logan somewhere in the house. Not the same Logan who had been here not that long ago, back after a brief time away. This Logan is older and even shaggier than the last one.

"I thought we got rid of you."

@ arrival

[geomagnetically]

When Lorna arrived, she'd been invited to stay here by a couple of the mutants who were also already here, so she's made this her home too. It's not exactly the Mansion she remembers from her world, but it's close enough.

She's on her way back to her room when she senses the familiar-yet-strange feeling of adamantium, and she turns to see one of the two X-Men who that may belong to. And it happens to be the male -- and older male -- Wolverine.

To anyone who can pick up on such things (like, say, a mutant with a very good sense of smell) Lorna's powers make her smell sharp, like electricity or the scent of the air before a rainstorm. She also doesn't smell exactly human -- a more subtle difference, though -- since she's a mutant. She also has some perfume on today: top notes of grapefruit essence, cedrat essence, sweet peach; middle notes of rose petals, violet petals, natural rose water; base notes of cedarwood essence, patchouli, amber.

She's wearing jeans, a comfortable grey tunic, and her long green hair is being worn down and is over her right shoulder.

"Wolverine." She says in polite greeting. Yeah, he probably doesn't know who she is, so she might as well get that out of the way first. He also might not be too comfortable with the one-sided knowledge either, especially at first, but ... that can't be avoided when dealing with this issue of 'hey I know you but oops you don't know me'. The best she can do is hope he knows she's not a threat if she's here in the mansion.

arrival

[greyate]

The past week has been a difficult one for Jean. Working in the gardens has just been one of those things to help distract herself from it all. She isn't inside when Ororo or Logan arrive. In fact, she comes back inside after Logan has set about exploring the mansion.

She's carrying the bags of plant food back in, not wanting to leave them outside in case one of the little animals they have scurrying around at night decide to take a liking to it. One of the bags ends up slipping out from one of her arms and she hisses out, "Shit."

Shows her for trying to do it the "normal" way. She sighs and raises a hand, bringing the bag up to float beside her. Jean lets go of the other bag as she walks, watching it slowly float under the other one.

c-c-combo breaker with insomnia!!

[shadowblends]

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view), Logan's not the only one suffering from nightmares.

Kurt pads silently down the hallway, heading to the kitchen for some of the leftover treats he'd made the other day with Laura. A couple of muffins in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, he begins to make his way back to his dorm, absentmindedly wondering if he should try and sleep again after eating or if diving into a book would be a better idea.

The slant of light pouring out into the corridor from Logan's room causes him to pause mid-step, brow furrowing with worry as he hesitantly approaches the door. He's not quite close enough make out the words, but he recognizes the voice and can't fight off the frown that twists his features. After a long inner debate with himself, the teleporter reaches out and eases the door open a little more, poking his head between the divider and the frame, glowing citrine eyes locking onto the old man slugging down alcohol.

"... Logan?" he asks quietly, his scowl softening to concern once again.

also insomnia because i lack restraint

[greyate]

Jean has plenty of nights where she can't sleep. Or she'll go to sleep for a few hours and wake up while it's still very dark and technically too early to be up and about. Doesn't stop her from sneaking down to the kitchen sometimes. Or to the library. Other times she'll stay in her room and listen to music until she falls asleep again or the sun comes up. Tonight, she wants something to eat so she heads out of her room, quiet as ever, even with her headphones still on, music on low.

She stops when she rounds the corner and sees the light on under Logan's door. Well, that Logan. She frowns, still pretty angry and hurt from their "reunion". She reconsiders making her late night trek until she shakes her head to herself and continues on her way. Her feet would be silent to anyone else's ears but Logan would be able to pick up on it. Probably even feel it through the floor. His ears may even pick up the song playing on her headphones as she walks by.

(I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way)

She finds the song relaxing as she gets to the landing and then floats herself down the stairs before touching back down in the next hallway on the first floor, making her way to the kitchen.

Laura | ota (mostly)

[coercive]

Late Night Wandering; open to residents
While Laura had her own cell at Transigen, it wasn't the same as an actual room. Not like she had been given here. It was so spacious and empty, even with furniture there for her to use. She tried not to sleep in it all that often, instead opting to sneak into Logan's room to curl up on the foot of the bed or the floor. Nightmares seemed to happen less often with him nearby. But on the nights where she tried to be good and slept in her own room, she always had nightmares or thoughts that would keep her up well into the late hours of the night.

On nights where this happened, she'd be found creeping around the halls of the mansion in her pajamas. Barefoot, she would explore how things looked in the dark, and would find that the empty hallways were the perfect place to play with her rubber ball. She'd toss it quietly down the hall then run after it in a blur, catching it in both hands. Then she'd throw it down the direction she just came from, going back and forth until she got a little too energetic and threw the ball as hard as she could at an angle. It bounced off the walls then went hitting a few doors in the process.

Whoever was inside the room probably would be able to hear it, with how hard it hit the door.

Food, Food, and more Food; open to residents
One of the best things about being here was that Laura had access to food whenever she wanted. She was so used to only being given meager portions or not being able to eat at all, so having the choice to eat whatever and whenever she liked was exciting. And being an eleven year old with an insane metabolism meant she could eat a lot. In her first weeks in the mansion, she could be found in the kitchen at all hours, snacking on junk and eating whatever she found that looked good.

She'd hide in a corner of the room and eat like she had to still sneak around most of the time. Eating so much out in the open was a habit she'd have to get used to. Whenever she'd hear someone enter the room, she'd try to press herself firmly into that corner, staying still as a statue with whatever food she was holding onto and munching.

Playing Outside;
The absolute best part of being here?

Was all the room outside to run around and play. The concept of play was still something she was learning, but she took it to it naturally enough now that she felt safe and didn't have a mission to devote herself to. She'd probably need to find work or something eventually because she felt the need to pull her own weight, but her first weeks were spent running around with freedom outside. She'd bring her rubber ball with her and throw it around, and just find things to climb and jump off of. While she'd often run off to region two to explore the farmland, she also spent a good deal of time on the mansion property as well.

She could be seen running around for hours, never seeming to tire out. Even when she fell back to lay in the grass, she wasn't tired. She was just getting a good look at the sky and appreciating the sun in a way she hadn't ever had the time to be able to do before. It wasn't all that long ago she had escaped from the facility she had been raised in, after all. After Gabriela got her out, she had to be cooped up and hidden on the run. This was really the first time and place she had the freedom to just enjoy herself and experience the world outside.

Never in the House;
But like all kids, when left alone to her own devices, Laura sometimes got into trouble. It wasn't as if she went looking for it, but boredom and having a lot of space to move around meant that she came up with interesting ideas to stay entertained. One of the best ways she had discovered so far were the stairs. They were perfect to sit on her butt and slide down, especially since any bruises she earned healed right away.

Eventually though, she wanted to go faster. So she went to her room and grabbed the big blanket and a pillow off her bed. She tried sliding down with the blanket first, but only ended up getting tangled and rolling down the stairs looking like a bag of flailing and hissing cats. With that failure under her belt, she tried riding on the pillow like a sled. It worked a little better, but it wasn't good enough.

So she went fishing around the mansion until she found a wooden crate that was used to hold things in one of the storage closets. Dumping all the contents out, she went to the top of the stairs and climbed inside. Using all her strength to really push herself off, she flew down the stairs. It was a loud ride down, but one that was fun enough that she almost smiled. The only issue was that all the noise she was causing drew someone in to see what was going on, and she very nearly ran them over at the bottom of the stairs.

Jarring herself off to the side just in time, she spilled out of the wooden crate and fell in a heap on the floor. Dazed after a ride like that, she hopped up to stand on her feet. A sharp look was turned to whoever had gotten in her way, and she stomped over to retrieve the crate.

"It is not safe." That was her way of saying they shouldn't be in her way, not her attempt of saying that what she did wasn't safe. She really didn't care if it was or not.

Foooood

[justonetouch]

She'd grabbed some food after work, eating it on the way home. It was a bit of a trek, but Rogue was finding that she did enjoy it. Life was different here. Not exactly easier, but there could be some normalcy between the things that happened, and she would be lying if she didn't say that she didn't want some of that. It had given Rogue time to think, and while there certainly had been things that had troubled her, she continued on, like she always had.

Still, by the time that she had arrived back, she was thirsty. She knew the route, as while it might not be the exact building that she knew, it was still familiar enough to her by now. She wasn't exactly paying too much attention as she grabbed a cup, and taking the jug of water from the fridge, she poured. Replacing it, she closed the door, and it was then that she gave a little start, noticing the girl in the corner. "Oh."

She blinked, although Rogue didn't think that she had seen her around before. "Hi. 'm Rogue."