nextgen_misc:

General Kendrick stared at the phone for a time, almost as if willing it to give him an answer that would solve everything, but in the end he knew there was no easy solution to this. In war sometimes you had to make sacrifices in order to achieve a more important objective. It didn't get more important than this. Finally with a sigh, he puts in the call to the Genoshan Embassy.

burnwithlight:

Giovanna Bennet thinks of herself as a soldier. Born to soldiers, named for a soldier, raised to serve her country. The thing was, for more than three years, that service took the form of administrative assistance as much often as security. Making baby steps. Trying to play by every blasted rule.

Immediately after the incident, she called home. Partly to convince Father to stay at home, but also for something else. Genoshan national security had some of the best technopaths. Who had some of the best facial recognition software, and access to some reasonably impressive databases of worldwide information.


When possible for everyone at the embassy, she asks them all into one of the larger rooms.

nextgen_misc:

Gbadu and her followers gathered outside a small unknown temple in the desert near the ancient site of Akkaba. Inside one of the ancient temples the mutant known as En Sabah Nur lay in a state of suspended animation. Today they were here to awaken Apocalypse and unleash him on the world.

nextgen_misc:

Once the Champions returned to their headquarters and destroyed the Quantum Mirror returning all the heroes to normal. Once that was done they called a meeting of the superhero teams. Irina transported the Champions to the Avengers Mansion and volunteered to provide transportation for the other teams.

nextgen_parent:

Charles Xavier, head of the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning and mentor of the X-Men, had been busy in the recent days. Together with an old friend, Erik Lehnsherr, the two of them pushed the anti-human groups into action. Attacks on humans started happening all around New York City.

In Times Square the MLF appeared and started attacking the sea of people in the "Crossroads of the World". They also targeted the nearby Police and fire stations to hinder efforts to control the chaos they were creating.

Down on Wall Street the Brotherhood started attacking the bankers and investment brokers.

Leading the attacks on humans were Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.

Mutants attacking humans prompted responses from anti-mutant groups such as the Friends of Humanity, the Church of Purity and other pro-human groups.

The streets of New York quickly became a battleground between humans and mutants.

not_adorable:

The first thing had been Gio's insistence that the dinner take place in Genosha, for security reasons. That had been a non-issue for him to agree to. Then there was some discussion of a menu, and the headcount range. The seating arrangement had nearly been the source of a small anxiety attack, before Andrew helpfully intervened.

It had taken multiple jumps, both the day before and the day of the dinner, but Angelo had assembled everything he needed for dinner. Mother's kitchen was the next best thing, of course, but it wasn't his kitchen. Besides that, there was a balance of ingredients he wanted to buy the day of, fresh, rather than drop them off the day before. Genosha was, of course, the most beautiful country in the world, but as Andrew had pointed out, it was somewhat lacking in cattle, and even some poultry. It was amazing what putting together a large scale tapas-French fusion meal did to calm his mind and keep it off the Worst Possible Outcomes of the dinner.

Plus, his girlfriend loved watching him prep and cook, which made him feel wonderful. True to his word, he'd let her help to the best of her ability, which also included making sure Mother didn't lift a finger so far as dinner preparation went. He left it to Andrew and Gio to handle any interim small-talk until he put the first course, a simple set of salads, out.

He gave Charlotte a brief kiss before they headed out, ringing a dinner bell before grabbing the tray of dishes and heading to the dinner table, set for a very decent number of people. Angelo, Charlotte, Gio, Andrew, Sengai, Rikki, Simon, Magneto, Paris, Carmella, and three extra seats kept ready in case Alex, Lorna, or (for a very slim chance of likelihood) Raven made themselves present.

"Dinner, is served."

nextgen_misc:


You are cordially invited to attend

Terra Nova Charity Fundraiser

Twenty-Fourth of September Two Thousand Twelve

New York Botanical Gardens' Enid A. Haupt Conservatory

Seven pm until one am.

Formal dress required

quitethecharmer:

The appointment had been made remarkably quickly, as politics go. Vincent, accompanied by Kristoff and carrying several folders in a briefcase, arrived at the Genoshan Consulate.

"Vincent Vernard, Junior Ambassador for Latveria, to see Andrew Summers."

anyastark:

The private jet wheeled to a stop near a hangar in a corner of the airport near Hammer Bay, Genosha. The plane was an hour late in arriving, but there had been a delay getting out of Paris (and it wasn't because of shopping as one would think). The door to the jet opened and the steps were lowered as the driver of a waiting car exited the vehicle and opened the trunk to receive luggage.

Anya stepped into the doorway of the plane and blinked against the bright sunlight. She had managed to catch a little sleep on the flight to Genosha. It had been a week filled with meetings all over the globe and she had been running on caffeine and little sleep. Thankfully this was the last stop before heading home to Boston.

She took a deep breath and started down the stairs.

nextgen_genosha:

He'd rounded up the gang. 2500 was ready and everything. Now just came the doing it by the book.

"Yes," he said when the call finally went through. "This is a fellow-citizen wondering if Mr. Summers had any space on his calendar today."

anyastark:

Hurricane Anya breezed into New York after a week of traveling for Ren Tech business. She and Bridget had been to New Mexico, Detroit and Alabama surveying possible sites for production facilities. There was a stop in DC to meet with a few politicians and assure them that she had no plans on weaponizing the tech outside of non-lethal stun weapons.

Anya stopped in New York on her way back to Boston since today was her father's birthday. She had scheduled lunch with him to see him and give him his gift. This year she got him a week's worth of babysitting for Monkey Boy and a trip for him and mom. Lunch was a quiet affair with just she and Dad. They talked about the family, but most of the conversation was about Ren Tech. Anya loved every second of it.

After lunch she met backup with Bridget and together they headed for the Genoshan Embassy. They had a meeting with one Andrew Summers about Zero Point Energy use and manufacture in Genosha. The car arrived at the Embassy and the driver opened the door so Anya and Bridget could step out. Taking a deep breath, Anya approached the door with Bridget next to her.

lottelensherre:

Charlotte had been pacing in front of her newphe's door for a good 5 minutes, trying to organize her thoughts enough before she finally got the courage to knock on his door, a little harder then strictly necessary. It was time..she had to *do* something.

not_adorable:

Days later, and Angelo was still skittish. Research on schools, daily assignments, volunteer work, and neighborhood patrolling had been able to keep him busy until he found a spot in Andrew's schedule that he could reasonably impose upon. The trick had been finding one where he wouldn't have to go through Gio first, besides not taking Andrew away from all of his very important work. The boy had been a bundle of nerves ever since... the unthinkable* had happened.

He ran a hand through his hair and did his best to collect his thoughts, which seemed to keep running out of his head like water from a sieve. "Nella vita, chi non risica... non rosica," he told himself sternly, before knocking on Andrew's door.


*Unthinkable in a fantastically good way.

marvel_girl:

Okay, so, yeah.  This being in a real relationship thing?  Pretty dang nice.  It didn't hurt to have the mess that had been the Mojoverse long behind them, though she admittedly still felt kinda bad about David.  Not so much that it colored her current relationship with Starbridge, but certainly a thought now and then.

But these days, it was a certain Shi'ar prince than held her thoughts.  And more often than not, shared them too.  Having telepathic powers and a boyfriend with something of the same made of a level of connection Rachel never would have thought possible.  Of course, considering she was person non gratta back in his galaxy (or possibly public enemy number 1, she wasn't quite sure)...  Well, she wasn't going to think about that.

As for tonight?  Well, as nights on the town went, this one was really good.  Granted, she hadn't had too many dates to compare it to, but she knew what she liked.

Rachel looked up from her food.  "This is nice," she said.  "...And I've said that already, haven't I?"

assaultnbattery:

A lot going on very quickly. It had been so long that it was just him and Gio... then Angelo. Since then, things have grown quickly. Andrew fully intended to take advantage of that. Now that they've brought on some official staff, it was time to take advantage of all that momentum. As soon as he gets caught up, however temporarily, on paperwork, he starts making calls...

Calling Xavier's.... asking for both Cassidy, and one of the McCoys.
Calling Nell.
Calling Rikki up at her convenience.
Calling Julian.

Any of these could go quite badly... but nothing was ever acheived through a lack of effort.

nextgen_citizen:

"If we do this... there's no going back. This is going to burn through every favor you and I have above my pay grade." Police Captain Erica Strauss poured herself and her associate a shot of whiskey. The strongest she had.

"And yet you will do it. District X's time is over, and this is the way to do it." The gentleman raised the glass, before downing it. He pushed a dossier across the table to her. "This file does not exist. There is no file which contains this exhaustive a cataloging of the District's residents, and their... unique qualities. Just make sure you don't get anyone with wings involved. The media loves them, almost as a rule."

"Nobody's going to love anything about that hellhole after this, not until it's torn down and rebuilt as high-rises." Strauss flips through the files, downing her own drink. "This... if this existed--" she humors him. "--it would be perfect. Let's see those brats try to derail this now."

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"The public was shocked today as, in an historic announcement, the governor signed an act to grant emergency powers to the 11th Precinct. Martial law and standing search warrants for the entire District X area have been put into effect. Policymakers are still reeling, as this is the first act of it's kind within the city. Captain Erica Strauss was available for comment earlier today."

"I want everyone in the five boroughs and beyond to understand that no-one involved in this is looking to make any kind of history. These are unfortunate measures to have to be implemented, but it's been determined there is no other appropriate response to the still surging crime wave from District X, and the continuing allegations of disappearances. I'd like to thank my fellow captains of the neighboring precincts for helping to pool emergency funds, as, in an effort to protect taxpayers from the cost of bringing in the National Guard, as well as keeping public safety our first priority, we will be bringing in the brave men and women of Castleton Security Holdings to support our own men and women as we deploy into the District." Every syllable was crisp, except for the parts where the public would respond better to signs of stress or remorse.

Strauss locked her gaze on a camera. "I want those people hiding within this district of our fair city to know that we will not stop. We will put everything as it should be. To the law-abiding citizens of District X, I promise you this, we will be among you."

----

The searches started the next day at dawn. Doors were pounded on. Homes were turned upside down. Residents were subject to 'mandatory relocation' to hotels and shelters in other parts of the city. Every 'successfully' searched building had security stationed nearby afterwards. By nightfall, and the enactment of the district-wide curfew, over five hundred residents had been moved, with well-crafted gentle assurances they would be back in their homes soon.

The efficiency alone was something of wondrous terror.

burnwithlight:

When everything was done at the volunteer site, there was cleaning up and meeting at that great little restaurant with the nice private rooms. The whole gang: Andrew, Giovanna, Angelo, Sengai, Rikki...and that Nell girl Gio had met. The St. Croix girl. The American (and therefore baseline) St. Croix girl. Gio was still processing this. Good thing for the restaurant's record keeping away eavesdroppers, in case someone ended up saying something untoward.

anger_issues:

America... so-called Land of Freedom, home to more super-humans than just about anywhere else in the world, whose New York City had been blown up or destroyed so many times it wasn't even remotely funny.  Home to the Avengers, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four... and the Genoshan Consulate.  The Grandson, her best friend Gio, and Gio's twerpy little brother (and apparently some other guy too, but no one terribly important).

The same place to which Rikki was now being assigned.   Something about "learning to live among the Flatscans" or something like that.  She hadn't particularly been listening.  She was a good soldier.  She went where she was told, hit who she was told to hit, and, well, okay, she asked questions.  Usually loudly and angrily and sometimes punctuated by punching holes in things.

The plane ride (with several connections) had been almost unendurable.  Certainly not that she was afraid of flying, but it had been far too long.

She was glad to be out.  And gladder still to see Gio.

Even in this Magnus forsaken Flatscan infested country.

burnwithlight:

Lying on Andrew's bed while he was distracted by something, Gio was taking a brief afternoon break with a book of poetry in one hand and an apple in the other hand when suddenly she has to set the apple down and gnash her teeth. "What an idiot," she said, with more vehemence than more people tend to show against the protagonists of ballads. Apparently, after everything the heroine went through -- including sacrificing her life -- to get her beloved safely away from the enemy, he responded by charging right back in the midst of enemy territory, all rage, no plan, and was promptly killed as well. No respect for his girlfriend and her efforts at all. Moron.

She looks over to Andrew at his desk. "You are never pulling this nonsense on me. If I kill myself saving you, you'd better stay saved for at least a full day or you're going to regret it."

The passion of her temper might prevent Gio from seeing what a terribly weird subject this is to raise all of a sudden.

whoholdsthewhip:


Things had been moving fast for Sengai Senyaka. First he met with  Andrew Summers, head of the Genosha Consulate, and his bodyguard Giovanna Bennet, http://www.scribbld.com/users/whoholdsthewhip/318.html .  He had explained his reasons for his coming then, the nature of his often difficult powers, and his own desire to to learn about the conflict between humans and mutants.  Summers struck him as a good man, young perhaps, but he defintiely knew what he was talking about. He seemed like the kind of individual Sengai could see himself working under, but he wasn't going to make a hasty decision. Afterwards, Giovanna had engaged him in a sparring session in order for him to attempt to control his powers during a combat scenario.  http://www.scribbld.com/users/burnwithlight/1827.html.  He was pleased the progress, but knew it would still be some time before he was comfortable enough with his powers. Still, it had been a rewarding experience. He was pretty sure he could could consider Andrew and Giovanna friends, but he tried not to get too attached to the idea. Afterall, he wasn't there to make friends.

He was currently in the consulate lunchroom, sash on his shoulders. After the training session, he looked forward to simply sitting and having something to eat.

nextgen_misc:

The invitations to THE wedding of the year went out today. Heads of state, diplomats and dignitaries from all over the world would be receiving invitations. The fervor over the wedding was building and would reach a peak when Kate Middleton walked down the isle.

not_adorable:

Angelo had done some preparation for this. He knew that he and his sister had divergent views on the group occupying his thoughts, but he was confident they could approach the situation like rational adults. Of course, he wasn't above cheating, just a little bit. The jug of homemade cider he'd buried in the neighborhood garden had finally been dug up after fermenting long enough, and some was currently on the stove with butter and cooking brandy milling in it. He'd also just finished dusting some krapfen with powdered sugar as he approached his sister, who was going over his latest home-school exam.

"Gio?" He set down a plate of Italian pastry and cider in front of her. "There was something I wanted to confer with you about."

burnwithlight:

Giovanna dragged Angelo out of bed one morning, even earlier than they normally woke up.

"Come on, mon frere. Get dressed -- warmly -- and let's get you some exercise on the roof."

nextgen_holiday:

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burnwithlight:

After speaking to her parents and brother, Giovanna went as promised to go talk to Andrew.

"I...need to ask you something, and it's kind of a big favor."

burnwithlight:

Just before they got near Symkarian airspace, they'd gotten a message from Vernard that he and his brother would be going. Another point in the 'Nazi Trap!' column.

And again they answer a few basic questions from SHIELD before they're even allowed past those border checks.

Eventually, they're in. Giovanna's hand hangs onto Andrew's arm in a girlfriendly fashion. The better to shock him at an instant's notice.

Symkaria's cleanup look like it's going very well.

burnwithlight:

Once Angelo had brought her back to Genosha, Giovanna went to find Andrew. She'd hated not being with him this whole time.

nextgen_parent:

Paris and Carmella had gotten to bed late, after some extra time and work and much interest and speculation on the whole Latverian Thing. But going to bed late normally never prevented them from getting up early.

This morning, it didn't happen. The sun was starting to climb high by the time Carmella groggily stirred, barely able to open her eyes.

nextgen_media:

Staggered and vague reports are coming that Dr. Doom has now followed his unprovoked aggression against neighboring Symkaria with attacks against Atlantis and Wakanda. As both of these nations are insular and isolated, these reports have been difficult to confirm, and no public announcements have been made by any of the governments involved.  There are even rumors that the respective kings of Atlantis and Wakanda are missing in action.

Even though all the reported victims so far have been isolated or marginalized nations, the U.N. and various governments around the world are reported to be in an uproar trying to decide what action to take.

nextgen_media:

"Reports are coming in from Symkaria that both major cities are under siege by what are unmistakeably Doombots and other Latverian military automata.

After decades of only occasionally mildly disturbed peace, Latveria has apparently finally invaded its southern neighbor.  Victor Von Doom's motivation for this attack remains unknown; he has made no public statement."

nextgen_holiday:

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

burnwithlight:

Giovanna has Plans today. Among those plans was the fact that she'd been very careful about not letting Andrew see the packages she'd ordered, and was now holding as she knocked on the door of Andrew's room that morning.

hellfireprince:

Paulo held the door as Julian strolled into the hotel, adjusting his tie for the third time since getting in the car. He was sure there were paparazzi following them; they hadn't let up since the business at the Statue of Liberty several days ago. The others were caught under the limelight just as much, if not more, and while Julian relished the attention on one level, some things deserved the consideration of privacy.

Like today.

"Paulo, you're certain you delivered the invitations?" Julian asked again before entering.

"Yes, Mister Howard. Again, I couldn't put them directly into Mister Summers' hands, but the attendant I tipped said he would be certain they were received." Paulo says.

"He should have called by now. Or at least told me to take a flying leap. What if he's still not well after..." Julian wondered.

"Sir, you said you saw him leave with a young woman before you could get to him. I'm sure he's fine. Now, calm yourself and go see him." Paulo said gently.

Julian took a deep breath and nodded, then steeled himself. There was no telling how Andrew would react to him, or news of their relation. He hoped to be welcomed, but it was quite possible that Andrew would want nothing to do with him at all. It was also highly possible that his father would feel the same way.

Pushing the doubts out of his head for the moment, Julian walked up to the service desk and smiled at the young lady behind the counter.

"Julian Howard to see Andrew Summers, please. Let him know that I'm here, and I'll wait at his convenience." he says.

burnwithlight:

When it was finally all over, Giovanna stood looking over Andrew, who was sitting in a chair in the appropriate part of their suite, with concern. And many other feelings as well, but the concern needed handling first. "You're all right?"

nextgen_misc:

The media watched the battle from the safety of Ellis Island while on Liberty Island the battle raged on.

nextgen_media:

A special report breaks in on almost all channels....


"We're here live on Ellis Island as apparently a group of mutant terrorists, known as the Mutant Liberation Front, have kidnapped a number of senators' children and grandchildren and have brought them to Liberty Island. The terrorists are holding the children in the torch of the Statue of Liberty. They have threatened to kill the children unless their demands are met. Sources have it that those demands are the immediate halt to the registration bill that is currently in Congress.

The children were abducted from their beds in the middle of the night by the terrorists and a note was left in their place. It is unclear at this time whether or not the registration bill will be killed. Congress is in session now debating the issue.

The question on everyone's mind is what is being done to save these kids? Where are the so called superheroes? Where are the Avengers? Where are the so called benevolent X-Men who want harmony between mutants and humans and fight for that?"

nextgen_mlf:

They moved quickly and silently, grabbing their intended targets from their beds where they lay sleeping. Virus disabled the security systems while Huntsmen and Hype infiltrated the houses and grabbed the targets.

A note was left in each bed that read:

Kill the registration bill or we kill the kid. You have 24 hours. - MLF

dream_catcher:

The Marauders are gone. At least for now. They still haven't determined what that was all about, and right now, Lucas doesn't care. He's been hard at work ever since the attack, despite his own psychological scars, healing who he can. When the medical labs, Hank McCoy, and the other healer assured him they had things under control, he went to talk to Scott, and got permission to do the hardest task yet.
He sighs, setting down the pencil and reviewing the letter.

ng_marauders:

Penny stepped out of the cab and didn't look back to see if Winterkill and Breakneck were getting out. They would follow, of that she had no doubt. They had a mission to do. Penny smiled. They'd have fun doing it too.

Penny smiled more as she practically bounced up to the gate. Makeup covered the bruise she had because of that bastard breaking her nose. Anger bubbled up, but she pushed it back. She couldn't afford to let real emotions get the best of her. She had to play a part right now.

Smiling into the security camera, Penny pressed the buzzer.

burnwithlight:

((Warning: This is going to get messy and unpleasant. Some aspects may be triggery.))

They were on the roof this afternoon, just talking and relaxing a little after getting some more work done. It was too cold, sure, but the decor was lovely and the view was great.

Considering their early trouble, Giovanna had taken to keeping her knife in the inside pocket of her coat when they went outside anywhere that wouldn't have metal detectors. She knew she'd most likely just use her powers in another emergency, but a little paranoia never hurt anyone.

"The weather's improving. Perhaps it'll even be tolerable eventually," she told Andrew with a smile.

burnwithlight:

The holidays had been beautiful. Now it was time to get back to business.
The file she'd gotten from Gabriella Santiago sat between them on the table. They hadn't gotten around, before, to more than the most cursory discussion of it. Or her.

burnwithlight:

Giovanna's temper was still reeling from the recent footage on television. But on an American holiday, they weren't going to get much chance of talking to any of their official contacts about it, and they didn't have too many other options at the moment, so she tried to stay calm.

Early in the morning, she knocked on the door between her room and Andrew's. Already ready herself for what she had planned, she was wearing a bathing suit.

burnwithlight:

They'd been in New York a few days, and Giovanna had had to admit it could have been a lot worse. She'd thought of plenty of ways it could, after all.
And now they were walking back to their hotel in the twilight after getting a nice healthy dinner.

The street they were on at the moment was pretty sparse, but they weren't walking alone.
Which, Giovanna decided after a certain amount of attention to detail, was unfortunate.

She adjusted pace and positioning, speaking to Andrew in Italian. They hadn't been using Italian that day. That was, of course, the point. "Stay to my left."

burnwithlight:

She was still on the plane. Which actually was completely according to schedule. It was just a little odd to consider how long this took in comparison to traveling with Father. Which made the copy of Travel Impressions: In Switzerland particularly valuable in keeping from going out of her mind. It was so sweet that Andrew had remembered she was a sucker for Dumas.
Of course, he was always sweet. Really sweet. And so smart.
And her mind needed a subject change. After a few more minutes concentrating on her book, she eventually looked over to him. "All right. This isn't so bad."

nextgen_media:

Los Angeles, California - Does LA have a new resident god? A man showed up in LA calling himself the son of Hercules and had saved some citizens from a bus whose brakes had failed. Could this man be the son of the Avenger and one time LA Champion Hercules? Will he be teaming up with LA’s own team of gods, the Defenders? There has been no official word from the Defenders, but don’t be surprised to see the Olympian battling alongside the Defenders soon. Will the arrival of this god spark more interest in the pagan gods and their religion like the arrival of the Defenders has? Time will tell. CONT on PAGE 2C

Moscow, Russia –The Kremlin today announced the engagement of Tsar Mikhail to Miss Tatyana Sergeyeva. This comes as no surprise as the Tsar and Miss Sergeyeva had been spending a lot of time together in the past few months. Details of the wedding have yet to be released. CONT on PAGE 6F

Washington D.C. – Senator Sloane (R – New York) is trying to initiate talks about mutant registration in Congress. So far there has been opposition to the discussion on both sides of the aisle, but some senators are starting to lend their voices to Sloane’s idea. CONT on PAGE 2A

New York, New York – Billionaire Tony Stark is believed to have been released from the hospital and is now in residence in his posh Manhattan penthouse. There has been no word or comment from Mr. Stark and all efforts to reach him have failed. Mr. Stark was injured in an explosion…. CONT on PAGE 4B

New York, New York - In a press conference today Margaret Donovan-Stark announced that Stark Inc has new contracts to develop and provide the United States military with the latest generation of weapons. Stark Inc. had stopped weapons production years ago when Tony Stark, then CEO, had decided to take the company in a new direction. CONT on PAGE 2A

New York, New York – Reverend Phillip Butler announced today that he will be holding a special memorial service for the victims of the recent bombings of homeless shelters in the city. Reverend Butler has invited all to attend this special memorial service. The service is to take place at the Bowery Mission, the site of the latest bombing. CONT on PAGE 3A