icallnopowers:

Back at the Institute again, clutching a slightly ragged bundle of daisies. Art was still at their place; he had business to take care of, but could handle it alone for now.

And there were some things Leech had to do. He knocked on the front door.

anyastark:

Anya spent the week studying for her finals next week and when she needed a break, she cleaned. While she wasn't in James' caliber of messy, she wasn't exactly neat. Clothes and electronic parts usually littered the studio apartment. Anya didn't do laundry and she kept forgetting to go to the dry cleaners.

By the end of the week, the place was relatively cleaned up as in one could actually sit on the couch or sleep in the bed. Anya usually slept in her chair at her desk. Dirty laundry was in a pile in the corner and the electronic parts were moved to one side of the apartment.

Friday night came and Eliza would be here soon. Anya ordered a few pizzas and studied while she waited for her sister to arrive.

nextgen_misc:

The city of London was seeing something straight out of a few horror films. A combination of a Romero zombie film and An American Werewolf in London, sort of. Zombies shambled and shuffled through the streets of London searching out delicious, juicy, squishy brains. Howls drifted up over the sounds of the city from North Surrey in the south to Enfield in the north part of the city. Werewolves and zombies littered the streets and the citizens rightfully locked themselves inside. Any civilian outside was considered fair game and prey to the monsters now roaming the city.

A seedy looking man stood outside of Lillywhites in Piccadilly Circus holding what looked to be a piece of very old parchment. He read the page and the unlucky citizens that happened to be passing by transformed into werewolves or zombies.

nextgen_misc:

A man holding a piece of parchment stood in Times Square, the crossroads of the world, and read from the page. A spell was cast and the Montesi Formula, which once wiped out all vampires, was reversed. The all of the vampires that had been destroyed reformed right in front of the spell caster. They looked around for a few moments, confused about what had happened. Then the hunger took a hold and Times Square was full of humans with warm blood flowing through their veins.

lytaworthington:

She has a backpack on and a purse in her hand as she touches down on the ground outside of Xavier's School for Gifted Children.

It has been too long for Lyta since she's last been here. Far too long indeed. She's missed her home, her friends, her team.

She's already called ahead to make sure that her room is the same as she's left it. Dad's shipping in the rest of her luggage tomorrow. For now though, she has enough clothes to last.

Opening the door, Lyta steps in and grins.

"Hello!"