Who: Phoenix, Beast, Wolverine, Britannic, Mars, Recon (and unconscious!Zap). When: Wednesday, November 12th, 2008 (9:50 pm). Where: Xavier's; sub-basement. What: Mutant-on-mutant action. Status: In progress. Rating:R For Canadian violence, English-on-Irish hate crimes, language and some Starsky and Hutch-like antics.
For some reason or another, Brian didn't feel as particularly downtrodden about the whole 'Upir Virus' ordeal and the rush to find a cure. Perhaps it was because the whole of humanity wasn't in danger of extinction. Whatever the reason, he was thankful he wasn't the only doctor downstairs at the present. Something strange was in the air, and it wasn't just the eve of the full moon. There had been a tension throughout the place all day and it was making Brian feel antsy. Normally he and Joe might've been competing in a game of paperwad basketball, but tonight Brian was having a hard time concentrating on much of anything - let alone beating Recon at some easy shots. The two younger doctors were left in the Post-Operative De-Briefing room (which was now [and in the past ten months] find-a-cure-central), while the Phoenix was in the medical offices logging away the data they were taking down. Lord only knew where Hank was. He was rarely around during the night time hours. Hunting? The thought of it bothered Brian, but he hadn't mentioned it to his former mentor. He sighed a heavy sigh and looked over at Joe as he raised the lens of his microscope and rubbed at his tired eyes. "I have to stop watching movies with Jubilee while I should be sleeping." Yawn.