PARABOLICAL, A PAN-FANDOM RPG

WHO: Darth Vader and Psylocke.
WHEN: Before Valentine's Day, twilight (though you'd never know due to eclipse).
WHAT: Vader is building a new lightsaber and Psylocke is having fun shadow-porting.
WHERE: The pier.
RATING: PG-13 for now, likely moving to R for language and violence.
STATUS: INCOMPLETEish.

( The voice of power creeps through my thoughts. )

Who: Ratbarf Trevor Kowalski (Old Pyro) and OPEN TO ANYONE
What: Being In LA
Where: Hollywood & Vine
When: 4:20 pm
Rating: TBD
Incomplete

Trev stood on the corner of Hollywood and Vine just because that was the kind of corner somebody ought to stand on when they're in LA for the first time.  ( Read more... )

Who: Gambit, NPC!Sinister, NPC!Rogue, and Psylocke
When: Late evening. (In terms of the X-Men timeline, I am ignoring the recent Messiah Complex storyline, and instead pulling Gambit out of the events of X-Men issue #204, shortly after he and the Marauders have attacked the X-Men and kidnapped Rogue)
Where: The hideout of Mister Sinister’s Marauders, followed by Angel’s Walk in downtown L.A.
What: Gambit has a change of heart, and arrives in the Parabolical universe
Rating: TBD (probably PG-13ish?)
Status: Complete

( Dis has gone far enough )

WHO: Michael and Elisabeth.
WHAT: Giving gifts, talking, sleeping.
WHEN: After she sees Lex Luthor, after the fraggin' party.
WHERE: Scout's flat.
RATING: R (language, sexual references, etc.).
STATUS: COMPLETE.


( There's a corner of your heart just for me. )

WHO: Psylocke and Lex.
WHAT: Delivering her product.
WHEN: Tuesday, ten am.
WHERE: Griffith Park.
RATING: Most likely R, because I think the only time it would be less were if a child were involved. Chalk it up as language and harlotness.
STATUS: COMPLETE.

Elisabeth had no sodding clue why she was seeking out people to make silly little gifts for Scout, because really. It was almost irritating, but there wasn't anything making her do these small acts of kindness, now was there? Besides, it was fun seeing what others could do given her vague request.

Choosing a brown halter top and white jeans, Elisabeth arrived via shadow porting, saving money on a cab and opting to walk around the park instead of to the park. Having arrived only for five minutes earlier than she suggested, she took to idly wandering around the first section of the park, staying in sight when Lex would arrive. She was most interested to see the hand cuffs, wanting to know just how he had fashioned them.

Who: Scout and Pyro (y'can interrupt if you want, if you're *cool*)
What: uh... smoking.
Where: Scout's room
When: Saturday night/Sunday morning
Rating: uh, there's gonna be swearing. Big time.
Status: unf.


( Knock knock! Who's there? Mary. Mary who? Mary Jane, idjit, lemme in! )

WHO: Scout and Psylocke.
WHAT: Soothing nightmares and breaking in new beds.
WHEN: After the pub crawl aka New Year's Day.
RATING: R. Seriously, don't ever expect anything less when it's these two. ^^
STATUS: Complete.

( But you make me think that maybe I won't die alone )

Who: The Scout and Open To Anybody Who Wants In And Doesn't Mind Rowdiness
What: PUB. CRAWL.
When: NEW YEAR'S EVE
Where: BARS.  Multiple ones.  Sequentially.  Until they can't make it to another one.
Rating: Drunkenness.  Scout-swearing.  Who knows?

It wasn't that he drank too much.  He was just Irish, honestly.  And it was New Year's frickin' Eve, what do you want?  And if he went out and drank with some new people, made some new friends, he wouldn't fucking think about the old friends he wasn't out drinking with tonight, the guys in Southie, the guys in the Game, nobody. 

Not that he was thinking about them anyway.  Nope.  Not him.

They'd all arranged to meet somewhere, and he kinda expected to run early.  He usually did.  Usually because he literally ran - or, well, jogged anyway, no reason to just walk when you can get a little runnin' in, y'know?  He got there, anyway, and he looked forward to everybody else getting there, because drinking alone on New Year's is kinda lame.

WHO: Psylocke and Jubilee.
WHAT: The mutant arrives.
WHEN: 10am.
WHERE: Sunset Boulevard.
RATING: TBD. Likely PG-13 or higher.
STATUS: INCOMPLETE.


It had started off as a normal day. Breakfast at 6am, Yoga shortly afterwards, practice in the Danger Room. Started being the key term, because the Danger Room session started in the X-Mansion and somehow ended in L.A. Bright, shiny, smoggy, overly populated L.A. Not that New York was any less crowed for dirty, but it was odd considering she hadn't teleported (by choice) and yet was somewhere far from home. Thankfully, she'd been in the room alone, lest someone else have to experience this ruddy surprise with her. Though, depending on the situation, she wasn't sure if she wanted company or not.

Clicking her tongue, Psylocke walked the streets with apprehension and still clad in her revealing X-Men suit. Was she pulled here by something? Called by some unknown force? Or had she gone completely nutters and 'ported without knowing it? She ignored the cat calls and whistles, used to the attention from her former modeling days in Britain. Unless those cat calls had an answer for her being here, she had no use for them.

Yet...