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Jul. 28th, 2014



[As 'Rocket'. During this. The text is transcribed from speech, and bracketed by an unintelligible growling of consonants.]

Whose bright idea was it to call this wastehole the 'Capital of the World' when it doesn't even have a halfway-decent port to land a ship?

Jul. 27th, 2014



Gotta say, love getting a good night's sleep.


Ronan X, Public

[Text to Ronan X]

Did you take your anti-dickhead meds today? Cause if you did, it's time for breakfast. I'm fuckin starvin.


Anyone want a dog?

Jul. 20th, 2014



[Since his arrival, Bobby has all sorts of questions about this world and what it was like for mutants. Are the X-men here? The Brotherhood? The MRD? Is it even safe? Still, there weren't good ways to just ask any of it. Not without putting himself in danger. Instead, when he finally posts, scrawling across his tablet with a stylus and blue "ink," it's in a classical Drake manner:]

Hello, God? Are you there? It's me, Bobby.

[He doodles a snowman in the corner idly.]

Jul. 17th, 2014



I'm never getting a black fluffy dog.

Jul. 6th, 2014


Will G, Ronan X, Valerie K

[Text to Will G]

So were you at the fuckin thing too?

[Ronan X]

Did you find your ~people?

[Valerie K]

I've got a dress here with your name on it lady.

Jun. 19th, 2014


eddie likes to read about himself and others


Are there any doors out there with up-to-date comic books?

Jun. 18th, 2014



[A doodle of a hangman, standing on a gallows. The noose is tight around his neck.]

you're so loud

Jun. 16th, 2014


[Cal H, X-men, Clementine M., Public.]

[Cal H.]

Hey, Cal, honey.

[X-men; all of them.]

I need a couple tips on how to train a telepath, hero people.


What's shaking, sweetie?


That party was about as fun as ping pong in space. On the other hand, great shoes.

Jun. 14th, 2014


Ronan X, Lizzie K, Public

[Locked to Ronan X]

I saw you at the thing. What the fuck was that shit?

[Locked to Lizzie K]

Girl, we need to go out.


Purple pony? People are so fucked up.

May. 20th, 2014


Dallas E, Valerie K

[After the update, and his release from custody.]

[Locked to Dallas E]

How long has it been since I last spoke to you?

[Locked to Valerie K]

It feels like it's been some time since I spoke to you.

May. 16th, 2014


Public, as anonymous


Is there a way for people who weren't at the pulse to get powers?

May. 13th, 2014




[A sketched smaller drawing of this with her pen]

May. 10th, 2014



I have been asking myself may questions lately. I've a lot of time to think, and sometimes my thoughts take strange paths.

For instance. What makes someone a friend?

Is it a shared experience? Something that two share in common? Perhaps it is something else all together that draws two people together into something called friendship.

But what happens if one of the two involved acts on... intentions that are less than pure?

Is it still a friendship? Or is it now simply a manipulation of another person?

May. 8th, 2014




I do love a good mystery from time to time, but this is strange even for my particular wheelhouse. Hello, I am Dr. Helen Magnus, and I am quite new to this situation.

May. 2nd, 2014



Okay....last I checked, I wasn't in New York. And I wasn't in a New York where everyone's insane and is claiming that aliens just attacked the city. Hiro? Peter?



Mein Gott...Was ist das?

May. 1st, 2014


Log: Lizzie K / Dallas E

Who: Lizzie and Dallas
When:Backdate to forever ago
Where: Vegas
Rating: There be strong language here!

I found myself in the fire burned hills, in the land of a billion lights )

Apr. 23rd, 2014


Who: Will & Dallas
What: A visit
Where: Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: TBD~
Status: In progress

[Phone calls and visitors, all in the same week? It was like Christmas and his birthday right close together, though Will was sure only he would be happy with such 'gifts' for those celebrations. The orderly came to the front of his cell, and for a moment, Will simply stared at him. He hated this part, the indignity of being lead around in chains, but submitting to the treatment was easier than fighting against it. So he put his hands through the slot and looked up towards the ceiling as the cold iron was clapped about his wrists. Only then did they let him out, leading him down the corridor towards the private visitation room, and that in itself was something he was grateful for. Not even Chilton's electronic ears could penetrate this room, so even if it was videotaped, at least the conversation would be private.

He was released only long enough to cuff him to the table, the short chain that ran through the heavy iron loop set into the table, limiting his movement to a point where he was comfortable, but only just. And then Will sat back to wait, dark curls and several weeks worth of beard upon his cheeks.]

Apr. 19th, 2014


Lizzie K, Will G

[Lizzie K]

How are you doing over there in crazytown?

[Will G]

Did you find someone to watch your dogs?

[Caleb L]

Hey asshole, you still fuckin' alive?

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