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Who: Max and Dean, Sam later. (Closed)
Where: The stairs to the first floor corridor.
When: During the explosion

*Max is heading down the stairs to Sam and Dean's room when she hears the rumble. She and Dean were going to work on her motorcycle today. So she had brought it down to Sam's room a week earlier in the hopes of cleaning her up and working out some of her kinks, plus giving her and Dean something to bond over. When she hears the second rumble she makes it halfway down the stairs and that's at a blur but she is not quick enough to duck out of the way of some falling debris. A big chunk of ceiling falls and it catches her right on the left side of her head behind her ear (nothing too serious, it looks worse then it really is). Although, it manages to knock her out cold, she slumps to the floor, falling backwards down the stairs landing head first, legs angling up. Above her and all along the corridor by the stairs down toward room 111 and a little bit up the other side veins are beginning to form and small chunks of plaster and dust are falling to the ground around her.*

Who: Kitty Pryde - Open to All
Where: The Pantry Restaurant.
When: A few days after the funeral.
Rating: PG (?)


"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."

- Christopher Reeve, American Actor, Film Director, Activist, 1952  - 2004


Kitty Pryde sits alone in the restaurant that has the most casual feel to it: bamboo chairs with nice cushions, wainscoting, dusky-rose walls. There are table cloths and linen napkins, but nothing fancy. It isn't easy to relax completely - since the explosion, every loud sound is a potential attack - and there are some rooms that just don't feel right, though she doesn't know why.

She hasn't been back to the game's room since that freaky experience she and Remy had witnessed, where the billiard balls had moved by themselves.

Before her is a plate with scones and clotted cream and strawberry preserve: an interpretation of a British tea. A large pot of tea is steeping next to the plate, and while she waits, she tries to focus on the book she's reading: 'Pride & Prejudice', by Jane Austen. She'd first read it when she was eleven, and knew she'd enjoy it. Something light but fun, something to take her away for a bit. It went very well with the tea, too.

There were so many people she hadn't been able to help. She's delighted beyond words that she was there for Layla and Lucas, and thanks God she heard the scream and arrived when she did. But she's a superhero, dammit, and they're supposed to be able to do more. Even with all her years of experience - she has been doing this since she was thirteen-and-a-half - she still expects more from herself during a crisis.

She sighs and tries to get lost in a different century, where, in some social circles, who you married was more important than who you loved.

Who: Emma and Peter P. (Closed)
When: a week or so after the explosion, she is still in a coma
Why: Peter is a Nurse, the transference of powers.

*Emma never woke up, not since the explosion. Her body was working on sheer will to try and continue to live. She, sadly, didn't have much time left. She was only a clone of the real Emma, the Emma who also died violently in an explosion at Shalimar's father's company. Adam had figured out how to clone her, after-all, he was a clone himself. She had lived a very short life, mostly Here. Her closest friend had been Ardeth, there might have even been more there, there certainly was more there. She knew it, so did he. He was dead and she was half dead. Fitting, such a brief existence for the telempath. There was one person left who could talk to her, to get through to her...may be he showed up just for that reason. Hell, it was probably just chance. No one would really know though. Except for her in these moments.*