the displaced; ic

So, hi. My name is Daisy Johnson. But I hear a lot of you already know that because I've been here like, what? Two times. Most recently I was here for almost a year. This is what I've learned from the nice people who are asking me to stay in one place and wait out 'quarantine'. Which, okay.

This is real, right? This isn't the framework. If we were friends before, I hope we can be friends again. If we were not friends before, um. Blank slate?

We've lost a lot of people lately.

I don't want to talk about it.

But I need to fill up the spots at the gym that are now empty. Looking for more people willing to train at the gym. The schedule is below. Keep in mind that just because a time is filled doesn't mean it's not available. The gym is big. It'll just be in a different area.

Let me know then fill out the schedule.

SCHEDULE

( 1 image, unfiltered )

I'm in the mood for a pedicure now that I'm no longer at the beach. Who would like to go with me?

[Filtered to Logan and Scott]

Now that we're back, one of you preferably not Scott should speak to Emma. She isn't as fine as she claims.

[Filtered to Scott]

I can't pick up anything from the people at the base. At all. They are blocking me somehow. I'll see what else I can find out this week through other means.

Home sweet home.

[Jean]
That was a nice vacation you got Warren
Warren certainly did plan a nice
It was a decent idea
Mexico was lovely. Thank Thank you.

[Logan]
A few things:
First, I'd like to set up a weekly training date with you. I need to hit things and not have to hold back.

Second, I'd like to know your opinion on things here. What's working, what isn't, and the like.

Third, and I'd like you to really consider this before you try to reject it out of hand, how would you feel about teaching a Japanese Lit or a Japanese Poetry class? The school could use some more art classes and you could teach in conjunction with your gym work. Just imagine, shaping a class of brats into little warrior poets of the future. It's entirely in your wheelhouse.

[Peter Maximoff]
I was wondering if you'd be at all willing to help me with a project for the EPS.

WHO: Kaylee Frye, Logan Howlett
WHEN: After this entry
WHERE: Somewhere in the desert outside Tumbleweed
WHAT: Evil!Kaylee wants to get her rocks off. It gets hot and heavy before Logan puts a stop to it.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Non-con (since it's not Kaylee) attempt at sex. Extremely sexual situation here.

( This was //fun//. )

( Text to Laura Howlett )

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( Text to Violet )

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( Text to Rogue (616) )

I have caught up on all of the television I could ever hope to watch. I will never see Netflix the same way. Are we sure this isn't some elaborate torture simulation? Would anyone be so kind as to share points of interest in this town?

[Rogue]
Thank you for fetching me those things.

I wanted to ask you to catch me up, if possible. What are the things I need to know about this world? And, if you're feeling generous, can you think of any reason why I should stay?

[Charles Xavier]
My ears have been burning these past two days. I must be the talk of the town.

What've I missed here?

[Logan]
In the interests of not getting my girlfriend even more involved You're still working at the sheriffs station sometimes, right? Hypothetically, if a private citizen happened to stumble across illegal or potentially illegal items, is there some way they could anonymously turn them over?

[Bucky]
Help me figure out how to run a sports camp for the kids over summer.

I still need a job, but everything is customer service or has the potential for me to end up too close to people. The last thing I want is to have another incident where I end up making the whole town have an earthquake. That sucked, and I'm sorry to Daisy because I felt like the bones in my hands were like on the verge of just shattering.

So if anyone has a job where I don't have to touch people or talk to them, I'd appreciate a heads up.

( For Logan )

I'm sorry. If that me that was here hurt anyone I am so sorry. I've never felt that helpless before, being trapped in that mirror.

[Friends/Wards]
I'm going out of town for a couple days. Franky was sent home.

[Lois and Clark]
I wanted to thank you both for stopping that version of me. I know it wasn't easy.

Who: Evil!Diana and Logan
What: Evil!Diana is at a bar. A fight ensues and Logan is there to stop it
Where: One of the seedier bars of Tumbleweed
When: Early evening of June 13
Rating: We'll go with medium for now for bar fighting but if it needs updating I will update this! (There will probably also be some swearing most likely)

( You poor sad man. You've never met a woman like me... )

This town is so fucking pathetic. We have people using powers in front of them and they'll just believe any lie we tell them. I don't know if their stupidity is hilarious or troubling at this point.

It was pretty funny knocking a beer out of some guy's hand and running to a dead end, only to disappear on him. The look on his face was amazing, I totally took a picture of it.

I'm bored. Like get into trouble bored.

TEXT TO LOGAN HOWLETT:

-- Hey, Logan. What do you have in the way of camping supplies that you won't need at the end of June/beginning of July?

[Texts to Logan Howlett]

-- ⚡Hey⚡
-- Is patching a ceiling kind of like patching a wall?
-- Or is there a trick to it not collapsing?