soothsayer:

The newest staffer at Xavier's had been trying to figure out how to get to know the students better without scaring them off since his truth telling ability did tend to get in the way of things. That was when he thought back on the last weekend he had with his son no matter how much the kid seemed to hate him he at least had fun with his old man. Ezekiel smirks and taps his chin thoughtfully before setting up a sign up sheet to post in the recreation rooms.

Laser Tag!

Sign up for a night of laser tag and pizza. This is for fun guys. Any questions can be directed to Ezekiel Brooks. We'll be leaving at 5:30 expect to be back by 10 at the latest.

Ezekiel gives himself a proud mental pat on his back and then sets about correcting papers in a corner as h casually pretends to not notice if anyone looks at the sign up sheet.

butterflybullet:

Vernique was sneaking around the mansion today, flitting about at about 4 inches tall.

Her priority seemed to be investigating the kitchen. She looked around at everything almost as if she was cataloging it in her head. She even managed to open a few cabinets and sit on the edge of the door to look at the contents.

nextgen_baddie:

The movements from the realm of darkness were intriguing, to say the least. Deals and movement and pacts galore. Which meant, to be prepared, Nightmare needed some additional power. However, moving on the more mystically inclined elements was too dangerous. He'd been defeated by Strange and the godly forces too often.
Searching, however, he found a mass well of psychic energy with few magical wards, with many powerful minds, some of them psychic, some of them with related potential, ripe for the taking.

Shifting to the dream realm reflection of Westchester, deeper than the few wards began, he shifted and shaped the realm, extending vague fingerling tunnels into the dreams of the inhabitants to allow them access to his realm, where their fears and insecurities would shape the realm around him, and allow their fears to feed and empower him.

And with so few mystically aware, odds were they would feel little save fatigue, at least at first.

little_gabriel:

 

( It started with a smile... )

soothsayer:

He turned in after rubbing his old injury down with some cream so it wouldn't wake him up during the night. He hated how it smelt but it was better than the whole thing seizing up during the night. He rolled down his pant leg then turned off the light.

Sleep came quickly.

He was in his old police uniform that he wore for functions and he was at a big party. Everyone was there that he knew on the force plus his ex-wife and son. She doesn't look at him as if he is a terrible person. She looks at him with love. His son, his precious little boy looks proud to be there too.

Ezekiel feels happy. Then he gets asked to come up to the front. They are going to give him something for being a good detective. So he goes forward and notices dimly that everyone is turning into a more scary version of themselves. Something feels wrong but before he can touch his gun two long mechanical arms grab him and hold him down.

The Chief sneers at him. "Give the Mutie freak what he deserves."

His ex-wife and son look on with hatred.

princessbruiser:

( OOC Note-Some readers may find this to be potentially disturbing. Consider this a fair warning. )