Grounds

Through the Looking Glass - 10/31 - Midnight (tag Elliott and Sharon)

feeds@yuku.com (The Powers That Be) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 01:44:33 GMT

Procuring a car had been relatively easy. This was very similar to the one they came. Startlingly so. Professor Xavier was surprised to learn that even their driver's licenses matched the ones from the state of New York in this current reality. It was something he hadn't expected.

Both Cerebro and Dr. Stephen Strange had suggested that there would be substantial differences in this world. For one thing, mutants were not as widely known as in their own time...

It's Only Deevolution If I STAY Up Here (ISO: Pete)

feeds@yuku.com (spammityspam) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 23:45:52 GMT

Tommie was in a tree.

It was a thing.

She wasn't one of those compulsive climbers; she was not the kind to be found drunk on roofs or reading quietly, straddling the top bar of a swing set. But she was an outdoorsy person, her need for easy access to hair products and makeup aside, and she did her best thinking and found the most comfort outdoors, out in nature. The problem with the Institute was that its version of "nature" was a magnificent garden and...

A new face at the mansion-Fri 6/6 early evening

feeds@yuku.com (Mortisstrike) — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 20:04:33 GMT

Fri 6/6-a new face in the mansion late afternoon/early evening

Sean wasn't quite sure why he'd been asked to meet the new recruit, given that from what he'd been told Jenny had been the one who'd talked to her before. But then he wasn't sure if Jenny was even in the mansion. Hell, he wasn't sure if anyone was in the mansion. For all he knew they'd all decided to go out for a drink and forgot to invite him along.

Still, he didn't mind standing outside the building after spending...

Down by the Lake - Friday 6/6 noon

feeds@yuku.com (Shadeshift105) — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 03:43:30 GMT

Well hello there, good-lookin. Pete propped his elbows on the side of a sun-burnt rock, rested his chin on his damp forearms, and watched the little frog sun itself on the warm surface. In, out, in, out its pale throat bobbed with each breath. He mimicked the action and the female tipped her head to regard him out of round, glistening eyes. Gold and black. A soft high-pitched chirp came from her throat. He stopped. June er, wasnt that the start of mating season?

Sorry. He drew...

Sparks in the dusk, Fri. June 6, 7 am (ISO: Jenny)

feeds@yuku.com (Conductor37) — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:52:58 GMT

Alek had gone to bed early the night before and had slept sporadically as was his habit, small snatches of REM that satisfied his sleep requirements and facilitated his restless nature. Iris had left him breakfast in the fridge, three hardboiled eggs cut into cubes but left in their egg shapes, and slices of thick bacon cut down into squares, all in a plastic bowl covered with Saran wrap. Alek added two slices of toast he made himself, cut into strips, and a bottle of juice, and after lightly...

Fresh Start - Monday, 5/26, Morning

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 13:49:00 GMT

The cab pulled up at the heavy steel gates and sat idling as Joanna collected her gear and opened the door. It had been a long flight, and a long drive out from the airport on the island, and she was feeling the effects of jetlag already. Checking her watch, she realized she was still on GMT, and paused a moment to fiddle with the tiny silver knob and roll it back five hours. She took a deep breath and pushed her hair impatiently out of her eyes. The small guard booth was occupied by an...

A Little Therapy: Saturday 24/5, Dawn

feeds@yuku.com (Drift Avalii) — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:43:46 GMT

It had been a long, long night.

It had seemed to Sam as she had lain in her bed, staring absently at the ceiling and trying steadfastly to think of as little as possible, that the hours were taking far too long to tick past. Surely a minute wasnt that long Hell maybe she just wasnt having enough fun for the time to fly the way she wanted it to.

"It was lovely to meet you, Gladys."

Her skin was soft, like well beaten hide, or conditioned leather, rising over the veins on the back of her hand like ripples in water. Nails that extended just slightly beyond her fingertips were painted a bright red, meticulously so, reminding him of the cabaret. He offered the wizened hand a gentle squeeze as she slipped it away slowly, dropping it to rest back onto the heavy...

Evil takes an Interlude - late Tuesday Afternoon 5/10

feeds@yuku.com (Jagwaar) — Wed, 09 Nov 2005 22:59:17 GMT

Con't from Common Areas - Staff Meeting

Jenny just smiled, and said, "Follow Henry," and nodded to the disappearing Dr. McCoy.

Logan simply nodded as Jenny left the room and marked the path that the good doctor took before heading out the door herself. There were a few things...

Unusual Allies - Tuesday 5/20 - Afternoon

feeds@yuku.com (MagnetoX13) — Sat, 10 Sep 2005 18:38:24 GMT

//OOC - Gently NPCing the arrival of all the BH members here. Feel free to jump in and post your character's view on the arrival and get thee to the staff meeting //

The ride from Magnus Enterprises to the Xavier Mansion...

Return of the Prodigal - Monday 5/19, 9:15-ish

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Fri, 27 May 2005 11:57:29 GMT

Kinuichiro turned in at the gates and rolled up the drive at a decorous pace, slowing as he passed an unfamiliar car parked in front of the portico. Spotting a whip antenna, he 'ahh'd' softly, frowning a little at the realization that the detective had beaten him here. Granted, traffic had been unexpectedly heavy, but he preferred to be the overly punctual one.

Well, no help for it now. Circling the Mansion to the garage, he parked in the first available slot and got out. The car next...

Taxi Service: 9-ish am, Monday 5/19

feeds@yuku.com (Drift Avalii) — Tue, 24 May 2005 08:18:13 GMT

The mansion loomed in Sam's windshield, morning light catching the devastation and carrying the sound of voices through the driver window to the pair sat within. The radio was on, and on the passenger's side slender golden-brown fingers drummed on the outside of the door through the open window, the owner of the limb trying to ignore the carnage she knew she would see in the carpark.

"Jesus." Sam's voice said, her gaze directed to the driveway leading to the main entrance....

This Way Comes - Monday 5/19, Morning

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Mon, 16 May 2005 00:20:41 GMT

Del Marshall listened to gravel crackle beneath the tires as the car rolled up the drive toward the Xavier Mansion. Again. It seemed like he'd hardly left. He was running on three cups of coffee and two hours sleep, and Nick Rodriguez was behind the wheel. Sighing inwardly, Del massaged his temple with two fingers, studying his new partner sidelong. His new mutant partner. He knew nothing of mutants and this case didn't look likely to leave him much time to learn.

This case. Del let...

Talking to the Press - Friday (bubbled)

feeds@yuku.com (Marrow MM) — Mon, 04 Apr 2005 22:48:47 GMT

Kins voice stopped her before shed even gone a few yards.

Instead, he muttered low and rapid into his radio, "Sarah, the Senator's headed for the media."

Shit, Sarah swore under her breath. Hadnt that mutant-hating fuck left yet? Things just kept getting better and better. Turning on her heel, she headed back out over the lawn, toward the bright...

A prayer for the dying (ISO: Jenny) almost midnight, 5/19

feeds@yuku.com (Conductor37) — Sun, 03 Apr 2005 09:02:18 GMT

All he'd left was a pile of clothing and a tray of food all over the floor. If one had chosen to do a thorough scan of the surroundings, they might have also noticed little puddles of water all over the control consoles. Salty puddles. It was all his fault.

The bomb, all those people dying, seeing the girl he'd been getting up all his courage to talk to get shredded by a teammate... it was all his fault. He would never be forgiven, he deserved to be a monster, his father was right. He...

In the Woods, Burying Victor, Early Morning, Monday 05/19

feeds@yuku.com (Yarol2075) — Wed, 30 Mar 2005 21:45:14 GMT

ooc: inbetween "//--//" is in Russian. And Klaus was Nikolas' alias as a merc.

Nikolas set his burden down. He looked around, and nodded to himself. He had gone far enough into the woods on the estates grounds that he wouldnt be seen from the edge, but he could see if someone was approaching.

Glancing down at the canvas wrapped form,...

The X-Men Respond - 5/16 - outside, front

feeds@yuku.com (MagnetoX13) — Sun, 13 Feb 2005 18:14:11 GMT

Perhaps we can be of assistance, Erik said as she and Ororo approached Marrow and Pyro. Ive had quite the interesting discussion with your Professor, Ms. Rushman. Perhaps we can all speak of it once this crisis is over. Ororo, if you please

With a nod, Storm stepped forward, raising her arms. As she moved, her eyes began to cloud over until they were milky white, and the air above the parking lot began to grow more humid. Thick clouds began to form above the burning vehicles, and...

The Tennis Courts, 5/16

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Sun, 13 Feb 2005 00:49:12 GMT

Sila moved out, shepherding her fellow guests to a place that woudl be safer for them. Looking about, she began guiding them in the direction that looked best. Feeling the weight of her headdress, she stripped it off and placed the silver bangled accessory over one of the nets, not really worried about it being stolen. She could replace it if it was.

Casting her eyes around her, she noticed Jenny directing others as to where they should go, and made her way over to her. "Miss...

Tending the Wounded, 5/16

feeds@yuku.com (Drift Avalii) — Thu, 10 Feb 2005 13:36:45 GMT

"Sarah, John is... he's killing one of the guests! In the gardens!"

Sam was close to the Foyer now, and stopped abruptly as the news reacher her com-link. I guess Nik wasn't joking after all. She thought distractedly, swerving from her path and heading instead into the Breakfast Nook. She dropped to her knees and as she fumbled in one of the cupboards for a...

Hunting Sabretooth 5/16

feeds@yuku.com (Yarol2075) — Wed, 09 Feb 2005 12:37:54 GMT

Nikolas nodded at Shona.

"Thank you, Shona, I'm going to go see how many injured we have over there," he said.

With that he went into the parking lot.

Almost immediately, he came across a body, a man. Initially Nikolas had thought the blood and injuries were from flying debris. As he knelt down he saw he was wrong.

The slashes on the man's face and neck were ragged, but too neatly spaced to be random. Nikolas noted the costume the man was wearing -- a...