Age of Miracles

Who; Peter Parker, Scott Summers, Logan, and Hank McCoy
When; January 31st, early afternoon
Where; On the grounds
What; Scott orders a practice for the two members of his squad that will actually show up, but Peter's not actually supposed to be there. Because Hank says so. And somewhere in here, Logan should get stabbed. You'll see.



Today, Scott was just watching. He was doing it to everyone, actually, pitting them against each other and seeing how they reacted. It was good for the team to know each other's strengths and weaknesses, and just watching them instead of worrying about himself, Scott picked up a few nuances in their behavior that he wouldn't have otherwise noticed. So he was sitting in a chair with his notepad while Peter and Logan duked it out -- they should have had Bobby there, but they couldn't find him. Practice was early today; Scott had every intention of heading out with Logan afterward to go looking again.

If nothing else, Spider-Man seemed to be having a grand old time with Wolverine, even if the lack of real height was slowing him down. Wolverine worked best on land; Spider-Man didn't, and there weren't as many trees as he would have liked, which meant he was kind of on the losing end. Still talking like he was winning, but Peter was running more than he was attacking.

Spider-Man dodged a blow, slinking around faster than Wolverine could twist around. "Missed me!"

Who: Aubrey Ryan and Artie Maddicks
When: Afternoon, January 31
Where: Artie's room
What: Aubrey is upset about his fight with Kasey and needs to talk to the one person in the school who sort of understands what he's going through.

Aubrey had been there for twenty minutes, and he'd been signing nonstop. It felt so good to be around Artie, to sign freely and be understood. He explained about his night with Kasey, about how the relationship was going, and about the fucking awful fight they'd had. He'd said all the wrong things and Kasey didn't want to see him and he just wanted to bang his head against the wall over and over and over again.

She hates that I can't communicate with her and I hate that I can't sign to her but she's learning, she's just not learning as fast as I thought she might learn and I'm frustrated... and I was an idiot and I snapped at her and... He sighed, raking his hands back through his hair as he flopped back on Artie's bed.

He continued from where he was lying. I lost my temper. It's not that I think she's completely in the right but I shouldn't have lost my temper. I was a complete dick. He groaned, frustrated, and dragged himself back up to sit. I'm sorry to unload on you but I figured you might get it, out of anyone else here... I know you're hearing but you don't speak, and... if anyone would understand, it'd be you.