notinplainsight:

Kalypso had been preparing for Jack's birthday so that when it got here she was ready. She had been up with the sun and went out to get the last few remaining items she would need for their lunch. The picnic basket was packed with food and a bottle of wine and ready to go. His gift, a small device of Eternal technology, that would capture images and then display them in a 3D holograph was wrapped and put with the basket.

Now all that she needed was the birthday boy.

iron_hide:

"Mr.  Rhodes, we have to say, this is the most forward thinking and far reaching work we've ever seen. The coding is superb and the device itself is not nearly as bulky as its television counterpart. We received several excellent submissions, but your work stood head-and-shoulders above the rest. The data storage and recollection capabilities are also second-to-none." says Mr. Will Wright, a trustee of the X-Prize Foundation.

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third_reich:

It was a normal summer day in New York City. The thermometer was at 80, the sun was out and there was relatively no humidity. It was a perfect summer day.

A bright light appeared in the middle of Central Park and started to grow. It expanded rapidly and grew to the size of a two story house. The tear in space in time was still for a moment and then things began to emerge from it. A giant robot walked through with guns ready. A moment later a second robot emerged, this one looked like a giant flying manta ray. It was followed by another that looked like a giant flying head.

The three robots were followed by a division of soldiers, each armed with automatic rifles and wearing uniforms with swastikas. They marched out of the portal and split in half. One group went east and the rest went west. Following the soldiers came a few other individuals. The Red Skull, Masterman, Warrior Woman, Iron Cross, and U-Man came out of the portal.

"Attack!" the Red Skull shouted. "Destroy the city!"

sandcastlegod:

The little voodoo shop off Rampart was packed full of aesthetically fascinating stuff. Corey couldn't resist. Besides, from what he knew of it, the religion itself -- if not necessarily some of the associated magical practices -- made a lot of sense to him. Pouring out the first sip of milk or wine, offering up shot glasses of rum... he could connect.

He picked up a book of voodoun iconography and dusted it off. Under it was another, dustier book, the leather cover all scarred. Corey picked that up, too, and opened it. Oooh, nice pictures! All sketchy and... bizarre. Not quite Escher or Geigeresque, but interesting. There were family trees the back sections, with hand notes. ...And then Corey spotted the name 'Nicholas Scratch of New Salem.'

Wasn't that Nick's father's name? His really disgusting babykiller-wannabe father?

"Celeste, how much for the freaky antique history-sketchbook?"
"What? Oh, that. I don't even know where that came from; it was Mom's. Let's just price it the same as the art books."
"Okay...I think I'll take it."

needsmorecoffee:

Marcia Martin is pretty amazing when it comes to several things. One is putting up with her roommate/student and teaching him what she can. The second is being an advocate for the deaf. She is really good with the community and loves the kids she works with.

She even teaches parents who hear how to sign. It's fun and she has lots of experience. She also has a sort of long distance romance going on with a fellow mutant. She still isn't ready to come out of the closet and introduce herself as one to the world at large.

But she has had time to think about it. She thinks that it would be safer to keep[ it under wraps just for now. People aren't so nice to mutants.

But then sometimes fate has something else in mind for people like Marcia. Like right now.