Rooms

[Locked to Erik L]

Don't go moving my new stuff around, okay? I went shopping this weekend.

[Public, as anon]

I hope you kept my hat, דרלינג.


[Locked to Wanda, Pietro, and Raven separately]

Alive?


[Call to: Charles Xavier, from unknown number]

[Ring ring.]

[PUBLIC JOURNAL POST AS EMMA F]
Different Mansion. Different New York? Please. Someone’s going to have to try harder. I remain unimpressed at these old hats.

What do ya all do for fun around here? Sit on your asses and twiddle your thumbs?

[Erik was skilled at moving unseen when he needed to. He did have a taste for the dramatic when he had the power to unleash it, but he spent years hunting Shaw under the radar. He knew how to keep moving, and his ability to bend metal helped in small ways. He could create any key, for example, which led him in and out of abandoned apartments in the city. He was careful not to leave a trace, although he knew no one was hunting him. For now. His conversations with others troubled him, it all stirred under the surface. A family he never wanted, a friend who hated him, a lover caught in between, and Erik could feel his blood humming. It wanted action, it wanted him to burst past his current calm. He should have found the man who did the Pulse already. He should have killed him publicly. No, instead he was waiting. For what?

For right now, it was Peter Maximoff. He told the boy to meet him at a diner. It was 3 in the morning. He preferred being out when no one else was, he was paranoid. Erik could be charming and charismatic when he wanted to be, a fact he proved when he first met the waitress. If he scowled and acted serious, she might remember him better than some random, pleasant stranger who left her a good tip. That was the intention at least. He was drinking coffee in a booth, and rifling through a newspaper from the day. Some things didn't change, and he was still getting used to the internet and fast technology. He liked the familiarity of newspapers.]

[Locked to Wanda Maximoff and Billy Kaplan]

[Not really sure how to start.] Hello.


[Locked to Peter Maximoff]

Where are you?

[Locked to Charles Xavier]

[Really not sure how to start here in particular. Dwells. Finally goes with the every popular.] Hello.

[As Peter M]

Always said the future would be cool. Didn't think it'd be this cool.

I HAVE PONG ON MY PHONE THIS IS AMAZING WHO AM I KIDDING!

[As Peter P.]

Dear Online Diary,

This morning Aunt May made pancakes. Which... she makes every morning, but hey, I'm not complaining. Definitely could pass on the bacon (I love her to death, but she burns it every time). Am considering getting a dog to feed it to. Made it to class on time, woo hoo! Jimmy Jones came thisclose to breaking a super expensive piece of lab equipment. Highlight of my day. Sold another picture. My boss still thinks we're in the 60s, I'm starting to get worried.

And I might have somehow ended up in a parallel universe. World. Thing. Maybe? Time vortex? Or I just hit my head really hard

Haha, okay, now let's get serious. Is this some kind of social networking thing? A new app? MJ, did you mess with my phone? That's the last time I trust you with any of my passwords.