anyastark:
Anya leaned back in the large leather desk chair and rubbed her eyes. She blinked a few times and tried to focus on the clock on the far wall. It was already eight pm and she had been in the office since six am. To say it was a long day was an understatement. Ren Tech ate up almost all of her time and caused a mountain of stress.

She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of vodka and a glass. One glass to help her relax and then she'd head home to do some more work before heading to bed. The vodka had become a nightly thing. It helped her relax a bit. Sex did too, but dammit she didn't even have time for that.

She filled the glass and gulped down the clear liquid. It slid easily down her throat and settled in her stomach. Warmth filled her stomach and slowly started to spread outward.

lightningbolt:
The Turtle Monument

History: An old Native American religious monument in the Middle of the Woods nearby Xavier’s. It was a part of a lesson that was used to teach Shaman what it is like to walk in another person’s shoes.

Power: When touched by two people the turtle causes them to switch bodies for 48 hours.

perenawska:
The bar was crowded and noisy, but it was to be expected in the Quarter. Irina had taken Buck and Anya into the Quarter after dinner for some drinks. It was noisy and crowded, but the alcohol was cold and wet. Anya was in town for Stark business and Buck came with her and took the chance to get to know the Champions. Irina didn't mind taking them out. It was easier to keep an eye on her Imperial Highness if Irina went out with her.

The drinks kept coming and the hours rolled by.

Irina leaned over to talk in Buck's ear. "Do you think your girlfriend would share you for a night?"

hotlittlehands:
She didn't sneak up on him. She met him head-on. As Keiji came down the hall, Amiko, finally recovered from her injuries, strode right up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and dragged him into her bedroom, kissing him fiercely as she essentially used his body to slam the door shut.

butterflybullet:
Kael had been living with and fighting beside them for quite a while. He and Vernique enjoyed enjoyed the... benefits package she'd extended to him some time back.

While the little family was happy, Svalin continued to 'live like a battle-oriented nun,' as Vernique tended to put it to herself. One day, while Solver was out for the day with Sydney, Zoey, and Marlow, she managed to corner her wife. "I want to talk about something."

shield_maiden:
It was late and Svalin decided to take a walk around the grounds of the Defenders Compound. Everyone else was either asleep or out and Svalin wanted to make sure everything was fine. She took her job of protecting her wife, son and family members very seriously.

She kept walking, watching and listening for anything out of the ordinary.

green_lantern:
A lot could change in a short period of time. Dex had been kicked out of the Green Lanten Corps and had to give up his ring. He had been returned to Earth and without his ring he left the YJLA. He still fought in underground fighting matches, but lately he had been on a losing streak. Enough that he couldn't afford his rent and was now living on the street.

He pulled the heavy coat tighter around him. The winter air was cold and the wind made it bitter cold.

anger_issues:

The workout facilities at the Genoshan embassy were, fortunately, designed with its inhabitants in mind. Among other things, it included a punching bag that was designed to take one hell of a lot of punishment. And right now, Rikki was dishing that punishment out.

Her density was as close to maximum as she could get and still move fairly quickly, hitting the bag again and again with greatly amplified strength and durability, each time makin a resounding smacking sound. If she was aware of anything around her, she didn't show it. Instead, she simply focused on dishing out only semi-controlled violence.

anger_issues:

Genosha

The island home to a large portion fo the world's mutant population was under attack. Not from rival nations, not from splintering factions from within, not even from the time-tested threat of Sentinels. No, this threat was far more extraterrestrial in origin. Aliens.

Skrulls to be precise. The plot to capture and impersonate Magneto, thus gaining sway over countless super-humans had failed, in no small part thanks to the psychic powers of Magneto's second-in-command.

But with the ending of that plot came the revelation that there were countless more Skrulls hidden in the capital city. And that called for clean-up from every loyal son and daughter of Genosha.

"It went that way," Rikki said, pointing. "Dammit, Angelo! How could you let it get away? You're a damn teleporter!"

quadrimanial:
Misha'd taken her out for Chinese. Sylvie had insisted on sharing as many dishes as mutantly possible.

And now, for the cookie. "'You will soon be present for an unexpected reunion,'" she reads. "Awkward phrasing there."

masterofmatter:
It was supposed to be a simple job. Some schmuck rummaging through an abandoned warehouse had found a treasure trove of chemicals and was planning on selling them. He didn't know that what he found were the various old pheromones that Poison Ivy used when she was active and not locked up in Arkham. So he was making a big show about it and being stupid. This meant an easy bust.

And yet somehow it got botched. Which is why *he* was here. Turns out some self-stylized Ivy protege showed up and she was trying to claim it. She also happened to be a hell of a lot more powerful than they expected, and he was number one on the list to get help.

In the middle of the fight, the Ivy person was knocked out, but the crook decided to open fire. Which did nothing to Firestorm because his shot was off. It hit one of the canisters. Michael had reacted quickly, getting them all in a quickly constructed sealed glass room, but Michael was too close to the canister. He thought he was doing the right thing, and now he's hacking and coughing and...on the other side of the glass once the air is clear and he can see, is looking at the face of an angel.

Who happens to be his teammate.

marlow:

"Magic isn't always done naked. Sometimes you wear a hat if it's cold." Marlow lifted a hand to swirl her fingertips the air above Corey. It tingled with unfocused magic. There was a lot of it now. Sex will do that to a sorceress. "Maybe the Asgardian mead was a little strong."

marvel_girl:

Back when the cat-people had first come to kidnap Chris... or a time very much like it


So Chris was gone, taken by the Cat-People.  On the other end of things, they'd managed to capture one of them.  Unfortunately, that one wasn't particularly interested in talking.  And he was particularly interested in Rachel.  So she really didn't want to spend any significant amount of time in the same room as him.  But Cerebro wasn't finding Chris.  And they didn't have a lot of options, since she was the only one on-site with telepathic powers.

"Okay, last chance to talk," she said.  "Or we do this the hard way."

devilonstrings:
Jo took a bow as she finished her set, closing the lid to the keys for the piano and exiting the stage to mild applause. She settled in at the bar for her usual post-performance virgin cocktail.

hotlittlehands:
The mission had been successful, but the energy-based shot Amiko had taken to the back had been rather painful, and was taking a while to heal. So she lay on her stomach in bed, face sideways, back exposed to the air.

"Another apple, please, love?" she asked Keiji.

marvel_girl:

Okay, crap.   This was... definitely not good.  Rachel was just about as red as her hair.

So she'd been in her room with Starbridge.  Nothing... too serious.  Just second base.  Which was still kinda serious, sure.  But still, nothing that would bring about the wrath of the Grand Inquisitors or the powers that be or anything.

And sure, it had been getting a little steamy and hot and heavy.  But still, nothing to worry about.

Until she'd lost her telepathic guard and started broadcasting all her thoughts and emotions into the nearest room.  Which had been Cait's.  Which had been occupied.

So Starbridge had been very politely asked to leave while she dealt with that.  And yes, he had offered to stay, but this... she needed to handle on her own.

So she knocked.

masterofmatter:
Michael was one who wanted to try new things with his architecture, and with how things have been going with Ash the idea of aquatic building has been interesting.

So to be able to see her and try out a few of these styles is a double win for Michael.

burnwithlight:
Everyone else was busy shopping, at lessons, or getting important work done when Giovanna called Sengai's room. "I need a minor favor. Could you come down to the back entrance?"

quadrimanial:
Mom made Sylvie promise to call her for more sedative if it became necessary. She waited beside Fred's bed with cold thermoses of juice and water.

artofcreation:
Oh poor Tyler. They had just broken up what amounted to a magical drug lavatory. The others had been just fine. Rita not so much because she was more human than the rest of them magically speaking. So she needed help getting home while she was still pretty much 'drunk' for lack of a better term.

At least she had agreed to let him be the one to drive her bike. She was a bit slow to get off her bike once they got to where her apartment is and is rubbing her face. She gets a little tired if she's had too much to drink and that's what this feels like to her.

"Yeah no. Don't think I want to go through that again... I'm glad we shut that place down given the other stuff they were making."