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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 5:26 pm
✖▐ C H A P T E R : Ixxxxxxxxxx
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Halloween, about 3pm
Party Starts at 7pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 4:53 pm
  Location: James' Room
~Two days Previous~
Aurelie’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath as she stared up the cobblestone path leading the way to the X-mansion and she felt a small breath of warm hope filled her for the first time since being expelled from Julliard. Dragging her suitcase on wheels behind her, her steps were slow as she made her way to the life she never expected to have, never really considered.
“This is a far cry from the French Ballet.” She whispered, her eyeballs burning from tears that simply refused to form. Her ducts had run dry in the last week, leaving her void of the ability to release any more. “Or the Russian ballet…”
Maybe they’d have a dance class. Or something.
~ Now ~
“Knock knock.” The telekinetic peered into James’ room, a wry smirk taking hold of her countenance as she pushed the door further open to give herself entry. “Everyone’s talking about the Halloween party… full costume. You're going, right?” She said to her fellow mutant, already feeling self-conscious about the fact that she fully intended on shamelessly using James in place of girl friends she didn’t have. “I wasn’t prepared for this sort of thing, but my sister’s assistant brought over a few options in a pinch, and I need your help deciding.” Pursing her lips apologetically, her sapphire orbs lent their gaze to his. "I'd ask someone else, but you're my only friend here. Please help me?
With that, Aurelie brought in several shopping bags and dumped them on his bed. The outside had pictures, and the blond appraised them, seemingly surprised by the normal look of them. Usually, Ann attempted to maneuver her into whatever would go on the cover of her magazines… as though donning the garbs that would have made their mother weep would stamp out any Amish tendencies she still held onto. Not that Aurelie needed assistance in that; their hometown’s attitudes towards mutants did that all on its own. “Well, color me shocked… None of these look like some sorority girl’s skimpy little piece.” She murmured aloud, genuinely astounded in the reprieve. “Being that this is my first official event with the institute, I need to make a good impression. So, Daisy Duke, a devil, an angel, an army girl, a cat, or a sailor?”
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 6:03 pm
 
Randal bopped his head as his earphones blared Pink Floyd’s The Wall into his ears. His mouth moved silently along with the words as he left his room, already in his Halloween costume. He paused in the hall to tilt back his head and put a few drops of Visine into his eyes, hopefully to cover up any redness that may have been there. He blinked several times to spread out the medicine and to rid himself of any blurriness that it had left behind.
With the munchies already clawing at his stomach, he made a B-line to the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time. While he knew there would likely be food at the party, it wouldn’t stop him from eating something now, especially when he was craving a pb&j. With the music still in his ears, he wasn’t aware of the fact that he was being quite so loud as he opened and closed the various cupboards, pulling out the ingredients he needed for the sandwich.
Haphazardly he smeared strawberry jelly on one slice of bread and crunchy peanut butter on the other before slicing up a whole banana to stick between them. However, after a single bite, he was not satisfied with the flavor. A sigh passed his lips as he pulled the sandwich apart again, debating with himself on what was missing. Again he returned to the cupboards, searching and hoping that whatever was missing would catch his eye.
His hands finally landed on a bag of semi-sweet bag of chocolate chips. Gleefully he took it, ripping it open on his way back to the mess of a counter and dumped a handful onto the sandwich, before being sure to try and spread them out evenly. Once again he put the two pieces of bread back together and took another bite.
"Oh hell yeah." He mumbled to himself. He picked up the plate and moved to the kitchen table to sit and enjoy the food, grabbing a bag of pretzels on the way, leaving his oddly large mess behind, having full intent to clean it up once he was finished eating.
He lifted a corner of the sandwich and stuffed a few pretzels into it, hoping that it would solve the need for more crunch, which it did. It even helped to even out all the sweet with a little bit of crunch.It did, and even helped to even out the sweetness with a little more salt.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 6:10 pm
 
Daylia leaned back in the jacuzzi, her arms propped out on the sides out of the water. Her head lulled back, her eyes closed. The water was warm and relaxing and one of the many perks of being at the academy. The school provided them with some pretty amazing thing. She doubted that many other schools had access to the kind of things they had, X-men side aiside. Granted, this was probably one of the most stressful school setting.
Cramming a bunch of powered people into a school tended to spell disaster, or at least a lot of unavoidable accidents. It was the perks that made up for it, things that helped to keep everything calm and make them feel normal.
A content sigh passed Daylia’s lips as she sat up to adjust her black bikini top. A bikini was something Gracie had to talk her into. It was strappy and covered a bit more than your standard one, one of the few reasons she had actually agreed to it. She wasn’t one of those girls that like to show off a whole lot of skin.
Her partner in crime sat across from her in the jacuzzi. This had been her idea, and Daylia loved it. With the thought of the Halloween party looming over their heads, Daylia opened her mouth. "So, party, what are you dressing up as?" She asked.
She still hadn’t decided what her costume would be. She had a few costumes from past years and had even picked up a new one for this year, but she wasn’t completely sold. Another sigh passed her lips as she adjusted her seated position. Maybe she and Gracie could just skip the party and go do something creepy for the evening. There had to be a haunted house close.
"I don’t know if I’m feeling the party vibe." She admitted after a few moments. There were a lot of new students, and yes it would be nice to meet them all or whatever, but she didn’t want to see all their peers dressed like skanks. Plus she already knew someone was going to get blackout drunk somehow, some way.
The main perk of the party would probably only be the food anyway.
 Location:❀Jacuzzi
With:❀Gracie
Thoughts:❀Party or nah?
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 1:16 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Sunroom/Dorm Hallway
Thoughts: How the times change Two Years Ago, Mogadishu, SomaliaThe sun lent it’s rays in a harsh manner across the Horn of Africa, a gentle breeze flowed across the ocean bordered city. The heat from above was cruel, unrelenting, tempered only by the oceanic breeze that rolled across from the shore. In another life, in another time, this might have been considered a paradise. The staccato and whizzing of bullets flying through the air, would indicate otherwise. Roland and his fireteam were caught behind a burnt out husk of a vehicle, a group of Somali fighters having pinned them down. They were there with a detachment of Rangers, part of a larger series of military action throughout the African region. His massive frame almost got him shot a few times, but as luck would perhaps have it he didn’t get hit. Now he and his fellow soldiers were pinned down, a fellow Ranger was caught in the crossfire bleeding out behind some rubble. “This is ********, no way about it! cried out Matthews, the grenadier of the group, as he popped from cover to fire a couple more rounds. The opposition was fierce, to put it mildly. They were currently pinned down by a force that more than doubled their five man team, and they had a lot of firepower to augment the situation. Multiple light machine guns were trained on them, each lighting up their position in a regular pattern that unless they got incredibly lucky they weren’t going to break. They were quickly running out of time, and options, as their sixth fireteam member lay out bleeding. Ortiz was their forward scout, their “pointman” who got caught up at the wrong place and horrifying time. Took two rounds, one to the leg and the other to the chest. Flak jacket stopped the torso round, but Roland feared that he may have gotten nicked in an artery or vein in his leg. The staccato of weapons fire rang in his ears, as he and his fellow soldiers were trying to figure out what to do… NowRoland opened his eyes, away from battlefields in Africa to the vaulted halls of Westchester, New York. He’d arrived at the Academy a few months after his discharge from the Army, enrolling as a student to better himself. He’d heard about the place from a fellow serviceman, a man by the name of August, was told it was a good place to get started with the rest of his life. That had been July, now Halloween was upon him. The autumn light began to slowly die down, night slowly coming, with the promise of a party on the horizon. He had a couple ideas of what to go as for the festivities, but he’d finally decided on Frankenstein’s Monster, his massive frame being well… kind of perfect for the idea. He had spirit gum and some makeup to do the stitches and bolts to give him the “classic” appearance of the creature. He decided it would probably be best if he started to get ready, get a shower in and that sort of thing for himself. Rising, he stretched for a moment, and cracked his joints. The popping and cracking of his knuckles, his shoulders, his back, his neck, were a cacophony of joy for his body as he rose from the seat he had been enjoying. He slowly walked over to the dorm hallway, his footsteps full and deliberate as he made his way to his room. He overheard a voice in one of the room’s, another student he believed, talking about Halloween costumes. The big man chimed in after she was surprised about the choices she was given weren’t too skimpy “I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” as he made his way down to his room. He took note of the room that he walked past, he thought that was… James room, seemed like a nice guy, didn’t know much about him. Honestly he didn’t know a whole lot about the other students he lived with, the big guy didn’t exactly go out of his way to be a social butterfly. Hopefully the party would open up his social circle a bit more. OOC: Hope it’s good!
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 1:53 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: n/a XX【 】 Location: Gun Range XX【 】 With: n/a XX【 】 Actions: Attempted to hit a target, failed It is that magical time of year, the time when somebody that is gifted with shadow powers should be really living it up. Unfortunately, Wraith had not shown much interest in showing off since arriving at the institute a few months back. He still hadn’t really established himself among the students, but the staff was very open and friendly. They seemed to truly want him here. Such was a very welcome change. Back in his hometown mutants, democrats, and those that stood out were not looked upon kindly. Only things like the confederate flag were acceptable to fly if you wanted to ‘rebel.’ Part of why he left. Wraith had spent weeks trying to make his way to the institute, and now that he was here, he was determined to make the most of it. He had yet to try anything as vigorous as the danger room- and the staff hadn’t offered it. Instead, Wraith took time to explore and see just what was available to him. He had thought it odd that the school had combat training, but then the X-Men had to figure things out somewhere. In truth, the mutant wanted to be on the other side of this particular moral coin, but the Brotherhood was enigmatic and not easy to find. It was far simpler to come here, gain some skills, and see where life would take him. Just like his fighting style. Wraith had originally thought it would be good to be a melee fighter. That led him to several . . . experiences . . . he would rather not repeat. New York, and several other cities were less than kind. Instead, Wraith began to see that his role should be something more hidden. His powers were suited for hiding and distance combat. Playing footsies, as it was called when in a video game. He needed to keep his distance for protection, but his abilities did not need to be close to him. But that was just his powers. Instead of being a singular-trick pony, he needed to diversify. To that end, this afternoon found him in the shooting range. In his hand was a relatively small handgun- he thought to start small. With both hands holding the small gun, he aimed carefully. He’d never actually used a firearm before. Part of why he chose something so miniscule. The kickback should be minor at worst. He took a deep breath, and aimed downrange. Repeating some of the tips he saw in reading materials, he tried his best. “Relax. Don’t jerk the trigger, just squeeze.” Several shots later, he lowered the weapon. It was very gentle, and certainly did not offer any significant resistance. A switch at his side was flipped, and the paper target came rushing at him. When it arrived, he sighed softly. The target was untouched. He missed with all his attempts. A setback, but only a minor one. he was beyond a novice at this. He lowered the target, and considered taking another crack at it. Not much would likely change, but he needed the practice. Then again, he thought about the party. It was due in a few hours, and he was not much of a socialite. Still, he can’t stay antisocial and not make any friends. The thought made him uncomfortable, but this was his home now. He needed to not be so against talking to others. Perhaps Amp would be there? She was one he met on the way here and he had begun to be friends with. She was annoyingly cute and happy, a nice counterpoint to his quiet caution. OOC: Crap for a first post, but a post none the less!
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 4:02 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Hallways, Coming Back From Danger Room /// Company: Blake
Training was hard. At least that is what she felt. She knew it was necessary, but no matter what they did, she felt sticky afterward. It wasn’t about pushing the limits of her powers, it was about controlling them. Honestly, she would rather push herself. She wanted to control her abilities, but trying to rein them in was much harder than just letting them loose.
Today was no different. She felt the mixture of sweat and poisons on her skin as she followed her trainer out of the Danger Room. It was a biweekly thing for them, at least. She was dangerous, and while so were many others, she could very accidentally poison the entire school if she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and her powers slipped up. She had to admit, it was getting better.
The training wasn’t for nothing.
But it was frustratingly slow. She needed to shower, and the school had been accommodating for her specific abilities, to make sure the water she used didn’t filter back into their main water supply. However, that also meant that there were many things that she couldn’t use that the other students had access to. Not that she was bitter about it, her life here was already a million times better than her one at home. She could cook whenever she wanted, not during scheduled times when no one else was home. Her isolation before made her awkward compared to some of the others, but they all seemed friendly.
“I think the training is working. I mean, you didn’t throw up this time.” She smiled at the back of the Texan that was in front of her. If she could control what poisons she was expelling, then she could control them surfacing at all. “Either that, or you’re building up a natural immunity.” Either one she wouldn’t mind, but only one would benefit the group.
Her eyes went down to the floor as they walked. She heard that there was going to be a Halloween party for the students, and she wondered how many people would be there and dressed up. She had a costume, but she was still very unsure on going. She didn’t know if she was ready, even if her costume had gloves. It would be a step in the right direction as far as socializing went, but that didn’t mean she was completely safe to be around. If she went, she would have to be careful.
“Are you dressing up for tonight?” She asked, almost as if Blake’s decision on going would dictate her own. Not that it was completely reliant on his answer, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to if it really came down to it. However, she wondered if she was being a bother to the man on top of it. She didn’t want to be annoying, after all. It was hard, talking to people. She spent a long time getting the silent treatment from her family, she still wasn’t sure when she was saying too much or being too much of bother.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 9:40 pm
  Location: James' Room
Company: Aurelie and Roland
“You’re going trick or treating huh? As a fairy? That sounds adorable Gabby.” James replied to the little girl on the other line. His sister was excited about the upcoming night that she hadn’t wasted anytime ringing him up upon getting home. “There is a halloween party here that I was going to attend. No, I’m a little old to be dressing up.”
Before much else could be said, James heard the words knock knock and turned in time to see Aurelie letting herself in. “I gotta go, I have company, make sure you do your homework tomorrow. Bye love you.” Hanging up, James smiled to his fellow telekinetic, very aware of how rough her last couple of days had been. Sure the x-men would take her in, but it wasn’t exactly the best feeling for it to be your only option.
“Hey, uh, I was considering it, maybe. Who knows, I would have to wear a costume after all.” Looking at the bags in her hands, Aurelie gave him a response to the unasked question moments later. Apparently she was holding her potential costumes in her hand. The blonde went further to ask for his assistance in picking one out. “Uh, yeah, sure, why not. Honestly though, you’ll make friends in no time now that you are… Let’s see what we have to work with.”
Cutting himself off before he reminded his friend of her recent pain once again, James reached for the first bag in view, apparently it held an angel costume. “An angel is never a bad way to go.” He remarked in an off handed manner, expecting a generous costume to be inside, maybe a dress of sorts. Not at all what was waiting inside. The costume inside would be generous in a much different way. “Let’s see what you are working with…”, James trailed off as he made to open the costume as Aurelie remarked that it wasn’t a skimpy little piece.
Dumping it out on the bed in front of him, James stared at the clothes in front of him, or rather lack thereof. “Um…” He started as Roland chimed in from the hall. “You have no idea.” He remarked back to the taller man picking up part of the costume. “Um… I think they forgot some of it… Where’s the rest of the fabric?” The costume consisted of little more than lingerie and wings with a halo. Had it been a costume intended for the bedroom, he might have understood, this was not appropriate for a party. At least not in his mind.
He’d been so focused on the angel costume, he barely registered the rest of her words and the fact that there were more costumes until he looked up. “Surely the others are better…” He said in an attempt to be comforting since she intended to wear one of these and wanted to make a good impression. She would certainly make an impression in that costume, but not the type she wanted to make. Thinking about her in it for even a moment proved to be a mistake and he quickly reached for the next costume. “Let’s see what we have here!”
Opening and pouring the contents of the next costume out, he stared down at the shorts. They were cut so high, James was sure they would show Aurelie’s whole behind. And the shirt would show her midriff and most of her chest. Another mental image that he didn’t want in his mind at the moment. “Girls actually wear these?” James asked out loud, making it clear he wasn’t typically the Halloween party type. If these were how all these costumes were, how did she expect to wear any of them?
“Have you thought about being a fairy for Halloween? I hear it’s a popular choice.” Wait, Gabby’s costume wasn’t like this, right? Surely little kids costumes were made more modest?! For his sanity James hoped so. Wait, Aurelie wasn’t planning on hanging onto him with those kinds of costumes at the party… “You know, I think I might have made previous plans I just remembered. Shoot, I don’t know if I can make it tonight...”
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 4:36 am
 Connor / ArtisanLocation: Kitchen It all began with a farmer's market's worth of veggies. A broad smile on his face, this Irish teen was happy as he whistled to himself and went to work with a knife on a selection of carrots, potatoes, parsnips, turnips, and a leek. He was careful to make them as uniform as possible, not caring that they were all different kinds of veggies. Not for this recipe, anyway. He occaisionally looked up to the only other person in the room- already dressed for the bash later. That would be all well and good, but for the moment, Connor was craving some soup. It was getting colder outside, this North Eastern fall was turning quick enough to make him crave a good and warm bowl of vegetable soup. Not that chunky stuff most people think about. No, he wanted some more home-cooking meaning something from his mother's pantry. Thankfully, Connor had spent more than a few days working alongside his ma to know this one by heart. He took his time to get it right and boiled the veggies until they were nice and tender. After a good drain, he got out one of his favorite tools in the kitchen- the stick blender. He turned the steaming and soft pile of bits into a puree fairly easily, and then added a bit of water back in to make it a soft and easily slurpable soup. Some salt, some pepper . . . "Ahhh, a taste o' home! Ya sure ye don' want some?" Connor's distinct rolling R's and very friendly tone were textbook Irish. Well, at least sober versions. He made a fair amount, and was not shy about eating it all- but no need to be rude. Sure the other person had headphones on and already made something that passed for a sandwich, but manners were worth observing. When Connor took a seat and began to relish his soup, he noted more carefully the way the other guy was dressed. At first, he just passed it off as personal taste. In a house like this, you have to take things into account. Hell, his current shape screamed that. A mild and medium build that didn't really take any allowances for being wierd- until you got to his butt. Coming off of his rear end was a tail. Not some dainty little sprite of a thing people think of with Mr. Wagner / Nightcrawler. No, this was a massive, thick, muscular affair. As broad as his legs, perhaps more. This was where he liked to keep his excess mass. It was really odd beyond this mansion, but here? Nobody batted an eye. That was comforting and helped Connor confirm that this was the best place for him. He idly swung it back and forth, exercising the muscular appendage as he closed his eyes and thought about his soup. It was missing something . . . His eyes popped open suddenly. "Ach, I'm an idiot." He used the tail to swing around on his seat, and then help him jump over to the spice cabinet. The teen was happy when he found some sage and rosemary. A quick dab of each in his hand and he knew it would help. As he walked back to his seat, he used his opposite hand's thumb to grind the herbs slightly in his palm. Had to release those oils! The whole pile went into his bowl and he stirred it in gently. The look of pure satisfaction after his next bite assured any that might wonder. This was just right. Not entirely sure what to do about the party tonight, he had to wonder what to dress up as. Truly, he could do anything on the fly and had every intention of going. A smirk crossed his face as he thought about it carefully and came up with a truly unique idea. Something that he doubted many could pull off. Of course, he had to hurry. If he was going to really do a good cosplay of slenderman, it would take a good while to stretch himself into shape. Well, perhaps not as long if he was working with a happily full belly! The pot had enough for at least two more decent bowls . . . a quick addition of those spices to make the rest taste right, and boom. This afternoon snack became a bit more satisyfing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 8:31 am
  xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Kitchen /// Company: Randal and Connor
Finally satisfied, August put down the fine tip felt eyeliner pen that he had nabbed from the store the other night when he had settled on a costume. He did most of the design with makeup. Silicone was a nice touch to give his skin a waxy, melting look that stayed. He leaned back, looking at himself in the mirror. The tattoo on his cheek bone was still in place. There was a white contact in the eye where the skull was while his other eye was the same.
Black paint covered his neck where there was vertebrae painted on to give the skull illusion before disappearing down his shirt. He slid on a hoodie and flipped the hood up, the illusion becoming more realistic in the shadow of his hood. August smirked, feeling the silicone move on his face, but still hold before he turned and made his way out of his room.
The party was going to start, but he had been at it since breakfast and didn't have time to eat. While there was going to be food, there were only so many things he could have without ******** up all his hard work. He made his way down the hall as he worked his way to the kitchen, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. He didn't paint his hands, and figured it would be fine, and less of a mess, considering his half-skull look.
However, the scene he walked into in the kitchen looked like a tornado tore through it. His eyes scanned the mess before falling on an abandoned bag of chocolate chips. He snagged it, popping a few in his mouth before turning and spotting Randal. He smirked at the kid, "Hungry?" He popped a few more chips into his mouth, feeling them melt over his tongue and make less of a mess on his face than compared to the mess in the rest of the kitchen.
His eyes fell to Connor as well, giving the man a slight wave. He wasn't familiar with either, but it wasn't as if he didn't know either one of them. He had seen them around, and August was friendly enough to get along with most people till they realized that he was kind of a d**k and started ignoring him. "Never seen a more different array of food tastes since Afganistan."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 11:42 am
Know your body's made to move,
Feel it in your guts.
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name,
If it don't make you strut.
 
On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 2:18 pm
Big dawg, autobiography
Make moves with the bros, no choreographies
She told me I'm the one, I looked over, said obviously
Then looked up in the mirror like, who the ******** stopping me, huh?
Self-made to make that hell of a recipe (goddamn)
And if you not down with me, you offending me (no)
I'm so righteous, I'm praying for my enemies (pray)
'Cause they gon' need that s**t for whatever they go and guess on me (yup)
Turn they a** to history then get back making history
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 5:59 pm
Location: Formerly Classroom/Kitchen With: August, Connor, and Randal Thoughts: What’s Hallowe—Forget that. His face is looking really cool! I’m not alone anymore! Everyone was making a big deal out of today, not that he cared whether it should or shouldn’t be of importance. He was just more or less complicated in finding a reason to actually attend it or celebrate it for that matter.
”Halloween, what’s that,” he often asked before. Usually, it would be while he was in the middle of something, like a game or movie, ironically a horror film given that was just the latest trend some people happened to have been in the mood to have. Decorations going around the academy? Maybe it was nothing more than a seasonal thing. Marcel would attest however that if it were, they could send more of that pumpkin spice his way. That was what he was drinking down while in a classroom, examining over notes with a supervisor, asking them again, just what exactly was Halloween?
They would have to remind themselves that Marcel was a bit more special than the rest, no joke intended to assume he might actually be mentally retarded. When discovered, he wasn’t exactly raised by American nor any other human culture’s norms. To be frank, he didn’t even get practices from Morlocks because they knew for a fact that said disfigured beings went out on Halloween night to let the little children have some normalcy amid costumes. According to Marcel, is his faint accent that denoted him to being from another place outside of Dallas, -He only picked up on it because his father had one, to be honest- he was never given a luxury to set foot outside lest a scary man would discover him. That was where the holes would have to be poked at for him to get out of this classroom and try to have some fun, cause the supervisor was not going to lie: This kid was really insisting upon their time at this point.
As a result, they shared with Marcel all the possibilities of what could be done for such a spooky and potentially joyous occasion. The mention of trick or treating yielded no reaction from him. That was better left to the little children the Academy warded. Well, at least how they explained it anyways, about going from door to door for candy. There were haunted houses, but when Marcel elected to ask if any were on the campus, it was shot down with a “No, we have rules to uphold.”
Well, those rules were boring. Maybe something at this party would be interesting, but it was with heavy insistence that he dressed the part. It wasn’t like they were prohibiting him from leaving his dorm in case some of his social anxiety kicked in and needed to make a bolt for the exit. Still, he wasn’t like most who planned for this sort of thing. It was just revealed to him in the time span of fifteen minutes by a rather impatient figure. He needed a costume of which to that he had none. Maybe he could just pose up on the wall and play with his phone or something. He took the hint, slinking out and away from the classroom of which he had nothing better to do for anyways other than roost. Looking down at his cup though, there was a distinct lack of a dark brown beverage with a caffeinated variety to it. He needed more coffee.
Amid the aroma of cinnamon and other potpourri adorning the halls, his nose was greeted to more aroma from the kitchen. Maybe he was mistaken, and he was by far from ever being one of those uptight prefects he heard so much about, but wasn’t like a party hours away? Someone made a feast fit -even if it were just soup- fit for more than one person. Marcel’s jaw dropped as his thick lips were open with a gasp. It was not because of the food though. What had caused him to tilt his head rather quizzically was the sight he saw before his very eyes. He wasn’t even spotting the mess made to either prepare the meal itself or Lord knows what.
There stood a man, or whatever he was at this point, that looked as if his face were melting away. Marcel did not think that were actually the case here. He had been in the sewers and seen much worse, after all. Even his own father sported horns on his face. No. This right here was what he assumed was a sense of belonging as Marcel drew forth with the hood to his hoodie over his head.
”They said New York was much more accepting to Morlocks than Texas,” he said in a state of pure awe as his head tilted further and his eyes widened in admiration. “I just never knew until now.”
It didn’t dawn on Marcel that this male was in a few classes with him and that this was just a prop. Heck, to be quite fair, he didn’t get the full gist of people dressing up. How was Marcel exactly working this all out in his head? He was thinking August was looking extremely cool right about now with a melting face that stemmed from a mutation. Oh, how he was extremely curious to poke the face and feel actual bone at this point.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 6:50 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Pool
Thoughts: Laying down some heat down rangeGabriel sat in his room working through lines of code in the dark of night, three different monitors all showing portions of a larger rootkit. The magic of computer programming, he had plans to show this to his Computer Science advisor as part of his larger thesis on cybersecurity, how our current approach is limited in scope due to its reactionary position on the national stage. Looking at the US cybersecurity platform it was laughable at best, a recent test on “cutting edge” weapon systems were able to be accessed remotely by sanctioned hackers within a matter of hours. It was laughable, and part of a larger problem regarding self-perceptions of American superiority on the global stage. Hundreds of billions of dollars spent on advanced weapons systems, all rendered useless by a group of skilled coders with some nicely built laptops. Stepping away from his desk, he checked on his side project, a new targeting system. Checking the goggles that hung on a small rack, he flipped a switch that caused the lenses to light up, a whirring kicked up that he would have to work on. He grabbed a dummy pistol, the kind one would use for training how to disarm someone in a martial arts course, with a little piece of hardware attached to the underbarrel. Flipping the switch on the infrared laser started up, and he pointed the training weapon at the wall, as he threw on the goggles. He frowned when the targeting reticule glitched out, the frame rate shorting so it wasn’t a smooth transition. I’m never going to get this thing right.” he thought to himself as he shut everything off. He needed to work on it more, before he put it forth to Forge or the rest of the Engineering Department. He wanted to be able to make sure the concept was solid before he put something before anyone else mucked about with it, that way it was mostly his work. Setting that aside, he realized that he needed to get out of his room. 12 hours working on his code and this project he needed to do something other than his work. So, he grabbed his trunks and a case and headed out. Taking a moment inside the locker room to change, he walked out to the pool and opened the case. He pulled out his earliest gadget; the lap counter. Simple enough, set a number of laps, and go. You could link it to a simple app he programmed, let a coach direct whether or not the swimmer needed to go faster or slow down. One of the things he did to make his time swimming a bit more enjoyable, his coach liked it enough. Setting it along the edge of the pool, he submerged it into the water. He set it for 20 laps, not his usual lap amount, but with the party coming up he didn’t want to waste his time. He looked over at the jacuzzi, waving to the three people inside. “Hey, you guys mind? Or am I interrupting anything?”He plopped himself down along the edge, feet in the water. Last time he swam a mile it was 5 minutes, 13 seconds. He hoped to get under 5 this time around. OOC: Hope it’s good!
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