Marvel: Art of War

Who: Namor and Bobby
What: Bobby just found out there's a comic series on Namor that humans call the Sub-Mariner and he's fanboi-ing a little bit.
When: Thursday, Oct. 4 2012
Where: Xavier School
Rating/Warnings: N/A (but you wish)
Status: Open | Complete

( Comics are scripture. )

Who: Josh, Bobby, and Dr. Hank
What: Volunteering and possibly some cancer treatment
When: Morning, a few days after Christmas, during break
Where: The clinic
Rating/Warnings: Possibly cursing
Status: Open if applicable? | Complete

( A hospital is no place to be sick )

Who: Rahne, Logan and frosty the snowman Bobby!
What: Hand to hand and tracking training
Where: Back grounds of the institute/ woods
When: December 18th, 2011. Mid Afterrnoon
Warnings: Probably better slap one on here for language and training violence
Status: Closed; In-progress


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Who: Joshette and Bobby
What: Morning!
When: November 27th
Where: Their room
Rating/Warnings: Hah! Yeah, not really.
Status: Open | Complete

( If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty. )

Who: Rahne, Josh, Bobby/Warren, Megan/Dale/Jean-Paul, and whoever else wants in!
What: Experiencing some strangeness ;)
When: 2011!!!!
Where: Mansion
Ratings/Warnings: Possibly language?
Status: Open | Complete

( What the bloody buggering hell is going on?! )

Who: Scott Summers and his X-Force
What: Phase 2. Worst Fears. Scott Summers is Magneto
When: Early November
Where: Wilderness of Alaska.
Rating/Warnings: Scott is a whole new dude, anything goes.
Status: Open to any X-man who followed Scott or wants to be involved; [In Progress]

( That guy is scared of me. )

Who: Scott, Cecilia, Alison, Haylie, Wade, Bobby
What: It’s time to announce the group’s next mission.
When: Sunday, May 1
Where: The Danger Room
Rating/Warnings: presumably, there will be danger.
Status: Complete

“Okay then, Jean. You get there when you can. I’m,” and he actually gulped, nervous for the first time since he had gotten his red glasses, “going in. Wish me luck.”

She squeezed his hand, and he opened the door to the Danger Room, where he had asked everybody to assemble. Earlier, he had set up folding chairs in a circle, each with a notepad and pens, in case anybody wanted to take notes.

Some of them were there, already. Scott saw them all looking at him, curious. He was not in civvies, not anymore. He was in the first ‘suit’ he had contracted for, from friends of mutants at Van Dyne Enterprises, out of Poughkeepsie, New York. Deep blue, form fitting, specially jointed, that new cloth that was too expensive to want to talk about, a product of the first manufacturing line from the micromachines of the famed scientist Henry Pym.

( Welcome to the first meeting in whole of the X-Men )

Who: Cecilia and Bobby ((ha, I had to, I'm sorry))
What: A late-night chat
When: Sunday, May 1, at 2 a.m. or something absurd
Where: Xavier Institute

Cecilia Reyes was not a happy camper.

It had been an inexplicably long night helping out at Grasslands Hospital (the last time, she decided, she'd ever say "I owe you one" to anyone in the medical profession), made worse by the fact that the tasks she'd been ask to perform were fairly menial. Five or six years of residency only to be woken up to help an intern take blood? And it didn't help matters much that she was seemingly the only doctor of color in the suburbs--which she was fairly sure was the reason nobody bothered to ask for her assistance during the night's one surgery.

But that was not the reason Cecilia was currently unhappy. Somebody--she was guessing Hank, or maybe Scott--had finished her coffee. The Cafe Rico that her mother had brought back on a recent trip to the island.

And now, after a few short bursts of sleep, she was stuck with Chock Full o'Nuts instant. "Heavenly coffee, my ass," she muttered, putting a kettle on the stove. ( If you ever are worried about burning your tongue, I'm your man )