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Post by Sam Guthrie on Sept 9, 2010 23:35:37 GMT -4
Sam leaned back, watching the group file into the kitchen one after another. It would seem that everyone was having a rough night.
"Seems t' me like everybody's having an interesting sorta night..." Sam finally spoke up.
This couldn't be a coincidence. Things like this didn't just happen. He decided to put a notion forward.
"Ah'm up because of a nightmare, an' Ah reckon all y'all had nightmares too, or y'all have been havin' weird dreams as of late" He added. "Ah'd bet my life onnit."
He got up from the wall. Christine seemed like she genuinely didn't remember anything, which concerned him to say the least. People's memories not matching up was a sign of bad bad things.
"Something stinks." He concluded, " B'sides the obvious a'course."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 10, 2010 8:38:08 GMT -4
Bobby didn’t know exactly how to respond when Kitty came up and wrapped her arms around him. There was something about the way she was holding onto him that felt close to…well, he couldn’t really say what it felt close to. The whole moment just had a little too much sincerity to it. To mock it in any way felt a little blasphemous. And besides all of that he might actually hurt Kitty, and despite how mercilessly he usually teased her that was one thing that he had no desire to do. Ever.
For a moment he almost forgot that they were in a room filled with friends. He pulled back from Kitty just a little and tried not to smile too big. “Good to see you too. Hey! This could be like our secret handshake if you want. Have you been working out?”
Before she had the chance to respond, he turned his attention to Jacob, Chris and Sam. “New guy?” Bobby laughed. Jacob was always sort of a weird one, but here he was trying to play it off like he just showed up yesterday and wasn’t entirely sure where he was. “I guess it does feel like that sometimes,” Bobby admitted.
There was something uber serious brewing here, and Bobby wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of it. He also felt like something wasn’t right, but was completely unprepared to have a big group discussion about it right here and now.
“Anyway, I’m glad we’re all together,” he said taking over. “Look, I know exactly what we need and why things feel a little off.” He looked around in silence for dramatic emphasis. “Can any one say partay?” Bobby grinned large. “Look, things have just been a little stressful lately. I’ve read about this kind of thing. People start stressing and they like send their stress out like radio signals or something and everyone else like picks up on it.”
He didn’t really like read that anywhere.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 10, 2010 11:19:31 GMT -4
"Are you sure a party would be a good idea at this time?" she asked, blinking her blue eyes. "I mean.. Don't get me wrong, it sounds like it'll be fun.. but.." Her voice trailed off. "I'm not sure how much a party would help."
The idea of her being at a party, with her powers out of control - oh, that was a disaster in the making. Even now, the thought was causing her undue stress - triggering the glasses to start trembling.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 11, 2010 9:11:36 GMT -4
There were other people talking now but Kitty barely heard a word any of them were saying. Bobby was here and he was real and solid and okay and for some reason that was the only thing that mattered in the world right then. It didn’t make any sense! She had just seen him that day and they had had one of their stupid little debates like they always did, this time over the validity of Jason Statham’s acting skills vs. the choice of movies he made, and now it just... it felt like she hadn’t seen him in months and, stranger yet, like she thought she never should have seen him again.
Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spring forth. She was losing it. Something was seriously wrong with her and she was seriously losing it, and when Bobby finally pulled back, it became painfully apparent that she was doing so in front of a group of her friends. Pulling away completely, Kitty lowered her head so her hair would fall into her face, shielding her moist eyes and bright red cheeks. How embarrassing! Luckily Bobby was being classic Bobby was already off on a roll, answering all the other people. Other people, right. She should probably try to listen to what they were saying now, only Bobby was the one talking and, she should have expected it, suggesting a party.
She sure hoped he meant with all the students because this was one oddball group gathered now for a party.
“I think...” Kitty piped up, finally having recovered herself, but Christine had started to talk at the same time and the words were lost. Oh, of course, Little Miss Doom and Gloom thought it was a bad idea.
Where was all that animosity coming from?
“Well I think it’s a great idea!” Kitty exclaimed, beaming at the room, although particularly at Christine. “I mean, if nothing else we’d all just get to relax and have some fun for one night, right? I think that would definitely help, and even if it didn’t, what could it hurt?”
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Desperado
Training Mutant
Former teacher. Former husband. Former agitator. Former slave.
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Post by Desperado on Sept 12, 2010 13:38:13 GMT -4
Jacob was confused. The dirty-blond boy claimed that everyone was suffering from bad dreams. Jacob wasn't, but he got the feeling everyone else was. It certainly fit with the girl's comments to him earlier. But for everyone to have bad dreams at the same time seemed a little serious. So why was the taller boy suggesting a party? Maybe this type of thing happened a lot. After all, he wasn't entirely certain what the limits of a mutant's superpower were. He had seen the girl shatter windows. He couldn't do anything like that (well, not without hitting the window with something), but maybe a mutant who could give people bad dreams was possible.
Besides, Jacob couldn't think of a worse idea at the moment. Or a better one. And he had to admit that he definitely liked the notion of just throwing the whole thing under the rug for someone else to clean up.
He noticed the glasses beginning to rattle, though. Something was still wrong, no matter what. And the short girl was being somewhat openly hostile to the girl that he had brought in. More was going on here than-
Oh, screw it. This was making his head hurt more. "Eh, what the hell. I'm on board." With that, he went to the fridge and began taking out meats and veggies and condiments. Now he just needed to find the bread.
"Just give me a minute. I haven't eaten in close to a day. Anyone else want a sandwich?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 12, 2010 13:52:30 GMT -4
"I will admit to being a little," her voice trailed off as two glasses shattered. She sighed and finished her statement. "Hungry." She pinched the bridge of her nose and winced. Why was it that she had a habit of shattering glass when she was stressed? She blushed sheepishly. "Um.. I'll clean those up," she said, moving over to the glasses and picking up the broken shards, her gaze fixated on them, almost as if she recalled some distant memory. OOC: that happened once before - check here for that incident
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