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[Aug. 7th, 2008|06:44 am] |
Narrative: Val and random NPC!Dinner date have their dinner interrupted, when Val gets a phone call. DUN DUN DUN. This is set the evening of August 6th.
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| E-mail To All Residents |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|08:07 pm] |
TO: All Residents
FROM: Dani Cage
SUBJ: Evacuation Drills
ATTACH: drill.guidelines.doc
As you know, we had a fire drill last week, please find attached the guidelines, and evacuation maps for future drills. We will be having future drills. No, you won't know about them in advance. Yes they are mandatory.
-- D. Cage. |
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| Email |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|10:52 pm] |
To: [Emma Frost]; [Sean Cassidy];, [Ryan Barton]; [Wes Barton]
From: [Wong]
Subject: Information
( You have [1] new message ) |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:18 am] |
who Janis Jones & Rosie Kincaid
when Today!
what Mud-pit :D Mud wrestling :D Chicks in bikinis :D out on the front lawn.
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| narrative - open to Eiko's response |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|12:31 am] |
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Early Thursday morning, a cherry blossom boquet was left at Eiko's door. The tiny card attached had her name on it, and no more than that. Deciding that shopping with his cousins had been an awful idea, Magnar had found a wonderful thing called findmeagift.com. They even delivered! He hadn't left his name on the card, he knew he probably should have, but really hadn't known what else to write. He'd actually put thought into the gift, the blossoms being native to Japan, and hoped she'd find them to be familiar and nice. He wished he knew what to do next, he'd run out of people to ask for advice. But at least he'd accomplished something! |
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| Cue The Dramatic Music! |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|06:22 am] |
Who loves you? And Who do you love? Welcome, viewers in MojoLand, I'm Mojo... well, not THAT Mojo, I am Mojo IV: the New Beginning! We bear a striking resemblance, don't you think? And I am bringing you a show that will have you glued to the screen until the very end! Really! You won't even get up to go to the loo, so strap on that colostomy bag and get ready! I promise chills, spills, thrills of victory and agonies of defeat! A bit of the old, a bit of the new! And four simultaneous different channels gives you all the action right here and right now!
Now we have taken the victims and put them on four different sets of the old Mojoian Studios on Earth that produced such classics like: "Apocalypse POW!", "Hi Kids! It's The Yellow Blob Show!", "Our Neighbors Just Don't Get Us" and "What Do You Want On Your Tombstone?"
Let us introduce our villians! In this corner, we have....
Dane LeBeau - aka "Dirty Vegas"
Charlie Cooper - aka "Claws McCann"
Heath Cameron - aka "Stain"
Joan Allerdyce - aka "Hellfire"
Jude Dahl - aka "Dem Bones"
Rosie May Kincaid - aka "Dada's Little Hellion"
Milo Petros - aka "Bad Vibrations"
Pete McCoy - aka "Fury"
Jake Moonstar - aka "Kills You"
And on the plate for these delectable villians are... the victims! Woobie Woobie Max Guthrie - or is it Stark? Pink and all-too-Pretty Ren Nohara! Innocent to the end, Elisa D'Ancanto - who is that little girl's Daddy anyhow? Everyone's favorite girl to kick around - or is that sidekick? Janis Jones. And the spawn of evil, little Dazzler, Andi Storm.
And the heroes. The teams to end all teams. The tomorrow people! The next generation of X-Men, the X-Men! If you look closely, some may seem awfully familiar! I won't spoil the surprise, it's just too much fun!
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|01:43 pm] |
summary! In the spirit of being evil and shit, Milo decides to tell his father what he really thinks on certain topics.
( It's three in the morning. ) |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|12:36 pm] |
WHO Max Guthrie, Tony Stark, Elizabeth Guthrie
WHAT This is the beginning of it all: Max's first encounter with Iron Man, and then his official meeting. It's short.
WHEN Six years ago.
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[May. 23rd, 2008|10:12 pm] |
WHO Rosie May Kincaid, May Day Parker, Jack Murdock
WHAT HOLY BATWINGS, May is pregnant?
WHEN Friday May 23rd, late at night.
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[May. 20th, 2008|12:20 pm] |
TO Headmasters
FROM Rosie May Kincaid
SUBJ Vacation
Hi.
How probable is it I could fly +/- 5000 miles across the Atlantic on my own with no safety (meaning jets/people following me) and make it there relatively alive?
After a failed marriage, I think I need a relaxing break.
Thanks!
RMK |
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| Vacation's End (narrative) |
[May. 20th, 2008|09:46 am] |
David was sure there was nothing more sobering than a telepathic summons to a headmaster's office.
Especially when you didn't even go to the school.
Dragging himself out of bed with a heavy dread, David threw himself into the shower like a very mopey slug. He felt like hell but they wanted to talk to him and it couldn't be good. The dread grew and grew as he brushed his teeth, combed his hair and put on some of the clothes that his father had brought. 'If you're going to put yourself in situations like these, it's smart to be prepared', his father had said and if he was going to get thrown out on his ear for getting cross-eyed drunk with a member of the staff, well.... this was going to get stressful.
Aside from the miserable expression on his face and bloodshot eyes, by the time he reached the headmaster's office, he was rather presentable. We the Jury find the defendant not completely irresponsible, right? He didn't even have to knock, just adjusted his shirt collar and stepped inside.
.... and fifteen minutes later, David Samson came out in a mild state of shock.
He had a small folder in his hands and a key to an office.
He wasn't going to be as 'on vacation' as he thought. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
To: All
From: Your Headmasters
RE: Memorial Day Weekend
The holiday weekend is upon us and we know a lot of you could use some R & R.
On Sunday, we will have a BBQ picnic out on the grounds.
On Monday, our annual baseball game is all set to happen.
The team sign-up list is on the kiosk between the Xavier and McTaggert. Oh, and feel free to come up/suggest team names.
E. Frost & S. Cassidy
**((ooc: OK, so anticipating the fact that a lot of us will be gone for the weekend (I, Jory, included), the picnic will be predated this week. The Baseball game will be played out next week, posting on Monday and dragging for as long as we want. It is between PCs and NPCs, so pick one or two of each and have fun! And yes, because we like to abuse our beloved pups, there will be a flash flood rainstorm that overnight for a very muddy baseball game. (this is what we get for not having a Storm). ))
**((and because I get off on this stuff, post here as if your character is signing up for the team sign up list.)) |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:32 am] |
to: (MURDOCK, J)
from: (MCCOY, P)
subject: a request
Will be in the lab until Pete comes out. Do not come looking for me under any circumstances.
~Phil |
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| Slipping Away (narrative) |
[May. 18th, 2008|09:25 pm] |
"... yep, the X-Men," he said into his headset, rocking back in his chair. "Or a decent facsimile there of. Closer than your dad ever got. Wait- no... 'helping' to found, not actually jumping in there. Sure, he played stunt Bucky for a time, I know how important that is, I'm just saying, for... a few hours, I was on the X-Men. That should count for something."
He looked out the window as summer was arriving and the day was rather nice out. "Yeah, I know. I'm watching it. It's not fun but hey. Sure. Thanks, Janis, maybe we can hook up for a bowling night or something. Yeah, laugh all you want but the bumpers make it better. More... athletic." He laughed. "Shut up! Tell your mom and dad I said Hi. Thanks. Later!"
He touched his headset off and sighed, looking up to see the window once more and ....
.... caught sight of an entirely wrong reflection. A great green face looked at him with accusing eyes, causing his breath to catch and David to jump out of his chair in fright. "Gaah!," he gasped, blinking in fear at the reflection that wasn't his... but was something deeper.
The monitor's beep went off, registering the jump in his heart rate, startling him twice. Clutching at his chest, he tried to calm down and only wound up grabbing at the little band about his arm. With a sharp yank, he pulled it from his bicep and tossed to the ground, falling back in his chair to put his head in his hands.
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| This Is CNN (or the Marvel-verse equivalent) |
[May. 14th, 2008|09:25 pm] |
The lead story on the evening news was about a bank robbery in downtown New York. What made it the lead news story, was the fact that the people who had held up the bank, had had ray guns. Or at least that's what the witness were reporting . . . and considering that the reporter was reporting from in front of the bank, from in front of the bank which had a large, gapping, still smoking hole in the side of the building that housed said bank . . . well that lent some credence to the whole ray gun theory.
If they didn't have ray guns, they at least had something capable of knocking a hole through a cement wall. |
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| texts: Phil & Jack. |
[May. 12th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Who: Phil & Jack
What: Series of text messages
When: Sometime Monday afternoon, while Phil was at work.
( NEW MESSAGE ) |
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