nextgen_citizen:

Torn Ear had been greatly enjoying his stay with the X-Men. He felt he was learning much about human life. He'd even started wearing their clothes, even if they felt like they were strangling him sometimes. (Only elders wore this much cloth or hide... what was with humans and obsessing about being covered?)

Still, he didn't go out of his way to stifle some of his habits that he thought of as perfectly natural. Of course hunting had been shut down, as requested by Chieftan Xavier, but other things persisted. Like sleeping in shorter intervals than just one long period. It was normal for him to just doze, half wake and wander somewhere else, then lay down again.

Which is why anyone wandering the halls early in the morning would find him curled up on the floor, sleeping peacfully, outside Rachel's room.

a_blessing:

This was starting to get annoying.  Argo had repeatedly explained to the Fan Club that they needed to move on, he was no longer available for their entertainment and their fangirl lust.  He'd done it nicely even and the majority of the girls had been very gracious about it.  One had even gifted Harmony with some lingere that had made her turn so red that the color took two days to fully leave her face.  However, there was one woman that was insistent upon staying put and more than that, was insistent upon giving Harmony complete crap.  Today it was another note about being a "filthy Jesus freak" pinned to the door of HQ. 

"Argo?"  Harmony tracked him down note in hand.  She hoped she'd seen it first as she didn't want any of her teammates seeing it. They'd leap to her defense, which was noble, but she didn't want them having to deal with such petty drama.

"She's at it again."

bornlucky:

Life without his luck sucked. Casey honestly couldn’t see how people were able to get by without it. He actually had to look where he was going and watch where he stepped, things he never had to do before since his luck had always taken care of that type of thing for him.

Which was probably why he had fallen down a flight of stairs and sprained his ankle.  It wasn’t too bad a sprain but he was told by the doctor that he should stay off his foot and keep it elevated for a few days.

So Casey was lying on the couch in the Excalibur Headquarters living room with his foot elevated watching TV. He also had a couple beers nearby to drink.