girlspy:

Vegas had been a fun break from normal hectic schedule that Alice had working for SHIELD. But a couple of days later, it was back to business.

Alice was in her room, working on writing up a report when she heard a knock on her door.

"Coming," she said, getting up from her desk to answer it. She smiled when she saw who was on the other side. "Hi Grandpa." She gave him a hug.

anyastark:

Anya entered the luxurious suite they had in The Four Seasons Paris and dropped her bags near her bedroom door. She walked over and fell on the couch. Paris was their second stop on their weekend shopping trip. They had spent a day in Milan (Vernique needed Italian shoes), now a day in Paris and then the last day in London. Having a teleporter on call to get them from one city to another in the blink of an eye sure had made traveling easier and allowed more time for shopping.

Shop they did.

Anya had bought a lot in each city and had most of it shipped home already. There was no way she would have been able to carry even half of it. It was a good thing she had gone through her closets before they had left. At least she would have room for it all.

"Okay, Vernique. It's time for you to dish about your adventures. Meet any hunks? Get lucky with said hunks?"

nextgen_media:

"This is a special report for breaking news in London," the reporter says as all local programming is interrupted. "It seems like London is being invaded by what looks to be Daleks from the popular show Dr. Who, Klingons from Stark Trek, Weevils from Torchwood and there's even a report about a dragon flying over the city. What appears to be an army of strangely dress soldiers is moving through the streets along with the thousands of other things from popular television shows. Police and security forces are out in full force, but we urge residents to stay inside and stay off the streets."

The broadcast moves to show each of the groups moving through the streets of London and the citizen screaming as they try to flee.

bornlucky:

Casey was in a great mood and very excited when he walked into the pub that Excalibur often frequented. He had gotten to learn some really exciting news at least as far as he was concerned. It was the kind of new that probably meant he was going to be buying everyone a couple rounds of drinks.

Today had been the first ultra-sound which meant it was the first time he had seen his baby and was actually making him feel more ready for this. In addition to that the doctors had been able to find out something important, it was a boy.

bornlucky:

It was Quinn’s birthday today so Casey thought he would be nice and got him a case of English beer that he knew Quinn liked and a case of really good Irish beer just because. He hoped Quinn would be nice enough to share after all beer is better with people than by yourself.

brit_sorcerer:

Oktoberfest. It was like Christmas to some of the members of Excalibur. Better than Christmas actually. Oktoberfest was about two things. Beer and food. Three if you really liked women. So it was a given that Excalibur would be going to Oktoberfest. No other team drank more than they did.

When everyone was ready and the hotel was booked, Quinn teleported them to Munich. They took a few moments to check in to the hotel and then it was time to hit the beer tents.

bornlucky:

After having had a couple days to get used to the idea of what he had gotten himself into Casey figured now was as good a time as any to let the rest of the Excalibur team know what was going on.  So he let people know that he wanted to talk to them about something.

brit_sorcerer:

Quinn was tired of being in Camelot. Tam and he had to keep a very low profile and Quinn was tired of hiding. While some of the wenches were comely and willing, Quinn wanted to go home. It was time to get the hell out of here. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

Quinn started a spell to take them back home.

nextgen_misc:

Two members of Excalibur woke up and found themselves dress in modern clothing that was slightly professional. The find themselves in an underground high tech base under Carthage with a pterodactyl flying around. A sign in the base reads Torchwood.

Not far from them a man and a woman are talking next to a large computer.

nextgen_misc:

They had stolen their gold that they had so carefully hidden in the mortal world. No one gets away with stealing a Leprechaun’s gold and gets away with it. More over no one steal clan of Leprechauns’ gold and gets away with it.

They had found a few clues which they had used their magic on to find out who had stolen their gold and the spell lead them to the new Excalibur team.

In a blast of light the entire clan appeared inside the Excalibur base. “Give us back our Gold or else,” They demanded angrily.

glinting:

The 1812 Overture played in the background as Tamara walked out to the backyard of Excalibur headquarters, American flag cake in hand. Though they were England, it was still the Fourth of July, which a good number of them celebrated. It was also Tamara's birthday. She was twenty years old today. She'd picked up some cupcakes when she was at the bakery earlier. Singing Happy Birthday wasn't a requirement, but it wouldn't hurt if she got to blow a candle out of one of the cupcakes.

"I come bearing baked goods!" Tamara said with a grin, setting them down on the table.

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

nextgen_shield:

Dressed in street clothes and looking as non-threatening as possible, Rob Woolverton knocked on the Excalibur's front door. He had a pet carrier in one hand and a bag slung over his shoulder. He had left a message on Jenny's voice mail, but she hadn't replied. He took no response to mean she still hadn't forgiven him for objecting to her sudden move into what seemed to be little more than a coed dorm with a group of strangers.

Since he had this morning free, he decided to drop in and get a better idea of how things stood between them, and between her and her new acquaintances.

tabula_rasa:

If she was going to get to know her new teammates, Jenny couldn't think of a better way than to invite them to the local pub for pints and food, maybe a game or two of darts. Socializing at the new headquarters when there were things to be done seemed to be happening on a one-at-a-time basis. They all seemed to know each other and were close. Not easy for an outsider to fit in, and fitting it wouldn't happen if she didn't make the effort.

She posted a note above the coffeemaker where everyone was sure to notice it and went about her day. After work, she went directly to the Red Lion.

tabula_rasa:

In the bathroom, Jenny tipped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide over her left shoulder and hissed when the cool fluid made contact with the jagged cut just out of her reach It was probably deep enough to need a couple of stitches and a blowtorch to kill the demon germs. Only the fastest and strongest demons managed to inflict damage on her before they were thrown back, the bloody bastards. There hadn’t been many, but it hurt. A lot.

As Excalibur didn’t have a medic or a healer, she debated her pitifully few options. A hospital, which would require full disclosure to treat her, the SHIELD medical office where she’d been treated before and who would know how to deal with her particular brand of weird, or one of her new teammates.

It was going to hurt anyway, and she could direct someone here on how to seal a measly little hole in her skin with SurgiSeal. She had a few tubes for personal use because it was the easiest way to seal cuts and nicks, especially with her brand of weird.

She eased into a robe and went looking for the nearest willing and able teammate.

nextgen_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous

icallnopowers:

Leech was cleaning the kitchen. He was particularly avoiding his brother, because Art was Concentrating and the last thing he needed was a chance accident disrupting his three-dimensional blueprints.

brit_sorcerer:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Quinn screamed and sat up. It took him a few seconds to realize that it had been a dream. His breathing was quick and a little labored. Sweat beaded on his body and a chill passed over him from the cooler air.

What the bloody hell?

Quinn rubbed his face with both hands.

brit_sorcerer:

Quinn stepped out of the portal and looked around. Avalon was almost a reflection of England on Earth, but there were still many differences. The inhabitants were much different and the cities were gone. Quinn looked at his fellow...teammates or just companions? He didn't know and at this point he didn't care much.

"Stay close. I'm going to teleport us to a spot just outside of Morgan's castle. Once we get there, expect resistance." He wasn't quite sure if Morgan was responsible for destroying Braddock Manor, but his gut told him it was her. He had sensed the residue from a portal to Avalon and this Morgan could have as much animosity toward Captain Britain as the Morgan he knew. A part of him wondered if it was the same Morgan and if this was the same Otherworld.

icallnopowers:

Leech got rather cheerfully off the computer. It felt weird to be cheerful with everyone still slowly recovering from so many horrible things. But he couldn't help but be happy about the news he'd just gotten.

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?"

rogue_star:

Sarah remained unconscious through the flight to the states, and all the way to the east coast, though Talia did what she could for the worst of her injuries. Her healing is good - but it'll still take plenty of time.
The X-Men's facilities are still overtaxed, but they do have healers, and possibly the best chance of freeing Anya's mind, so that's where they end up.

By the time she awakens, she's bandaged, some of the most severe of her wounds are tended, and only 90% of her is in active pain at the moment. At least til she tries to move, then it hits about 97%.

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.

nextgen_holiday:

There were traditions around the holidays and then there were traditions. One such tradition on New Year's Day was a snowball fight at Xavier's Institute For Higher Learning. Each New Year's Day the students and faculty gathered on the front lawn and participated in a snowball fight. Snow was never a problem with the resident weather goddess and in later years hydrokinetics.

A fresh blanket of snow covered the ground thanks to Mother Nature.

High noon struck and the snowball fight was officially under way.

little_gabriel:

Gabriel shrugged and then scratched at his back.  It had been a long time since he had worn a harness, and it felt absolutely terrible.  He turned a corner in the mansion, attempting to find the guy Xavier had told him about.  "Leech..." he muttered, "I wonder where I can find this guy..."
 

lytaworthington:

Lyta took a sip of her beer, grabbing a couple of pretzels out of the bowl set in the middle of the table. The bar was a little crowded tonight, not too busy, but packed enough to where they'd have to wait to play pool. Which she wanted to do. She was long over-due to kick Misha's butt at it.

She had to admit, she looked good. Her wings were hidden in their brace under her light-blue blouse that showed juuust the right amount of cleavage. Her jeans were tight, but still comfortable so she could move around in them just fine.

Grinning at her three friends that she was sharing a table with, Lyta placed her beer down on the table.

"This is long overdue, boys."

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.