Marvel: Art of War

Who: Josh Foley and anyone checking on people in the infirmary
What: Waking up from an accidently self-induced coma
When: Late afternoon, about a day and a half after he collapsed post healing-spree, almost two days after the bomb
Where: The infirmary of the Institute
Rating/Warnings: None
Status: Open, Complete

( damn these consequences )

Who: Storm, Chloe/Colin
What: Convincing Chloe she might just be a mutant
When: An early evening in late September
Where: The streets of Lower Manhattan
Rating/Warnings: Potential for bigoted language from Chloe
Status: Closed, Complete!

( Barely six o'clock and it was already getting dim outside. Chloe straightened her coat and shifted her briefcase to her other hand. )

Who: Logan and whoever stumbles upon him
What: training in the woods
Where: grounds of the institute.
When: sometime after his arrival, late July
Warnings: it's Logan, so violence and language most likely
Status: open, in progress


Logan rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath. The smell of the wildlife around him filled his nose and lungs, and he smirked. The small forest surrounding the institute made for perfect running grounds as well as training ground. He took off in the blink if an eye, weaving in and out of the under brush, dodging around trees and the occasional animal. It reminded him of Canada, which might not have been the best thing, but he did miss it on the odd happenstance. He stopped for a bit in a small clearing, stretching and laying down to stare at the sky for a bit, just one of life's little luxerys.