LET'S DANCE TO JOY DIVISION, AND CELEBRATE THE IRONY

Where do I sign up for general training?

We're back with the tree.

I really think this is Remy's magnum opus, guys. He has officially peaked as a thief.



((ooc: the rockefeller tree is now standing on the front lawn. there'll be reports about it disappearing on the news, obviously, but no one really saw it happen. a couple of people said there was a pink flash. the tree's being shielded from people not in the mansion, and a new tree is bring brought down for the rink!))

Sharon and I saw The Cove.

I want to go to Japan. We could stop them. Or tell that world organization that it's true.

Watch and learn.

Never one to prey upon new recruits to Xavier's, Eudora had chosen to take a detour of her former ideas. She had been rather lonely since her arrival and never once cried against this truth. The men who housed here were egotistical assholes, a rival of Eudora's if you will, or they tended to gear towards the same sex. It wasn't many options for the heiress to pick from and seeing as most were runaways, they didn't have any monetary value to offer to Ross. With all said, Eudora definitely wasn't missing out on much. However, Vanya's arrival was one Eudora noted immediately. Not much went pass Eudora in the school and when the man first stepped foot in the halls Eudora had already gleaned his name before he was even introduced to the journaling system. Oh for crying out loud, the guy was someone Eudora would have never thought walk into this place. She became accustomed to the homeless, idiotic inferiors that deemed Xavier's School home. She could care less of his economical background for now. She had more than enough money guaranteed to her when her dear father take his last breath. For the heiress' sake it seemed as if God had finally took notice of Eudora for once in her life. She'd pray harder for her parents' demise if the divine being was being so giving now.

Eudora had made reservations before even responding to Vanya's initial journal post. Call it lucky, but once the Russian agreed to her voyage around New York she had crossed out possibly mind-raping him into going. It should still stand that Eudora agrees with Xavier's ideology with probing others, of course. No one has to know she ever did such things before. However her luck had turned out, Eudora Ross effectively called upon a limousine service the next morning after speaking with Vanya. The arrival time was set -- 6 p.m. Now all was needed to be executed was telling her date, er ...peer. Eudora was too preppy to go journeying to his room. Oh no, why use feet when you can use mind? The British tone of a telepathic female would ring in Vanya's head saying, Don't fret, darling. It's only I, Eudora Ross. I was just letting you know that we will depart in two hours. Meet me at the entrance, yes? Part of Eudora felt wrong for breaking in on Vanya's mind as she just did. He could have been changing, showering, or completely naked for Heaven's sake! ...That part, however, was very minimum and non-apologetic at the least.

Two hours had passed and Eudora had transformed herself into a sparkling Goddess. Never one to show that much skin, Eudora remained classy by wearing a strapless, knee-length dress of black accompanied with daring red lipstick. She had wore a bear-fur trench coat against the Winter winds. She walked hastefully to the entrance not wanting to give light to any students' beliefs of her and Vanya's occasion. Eudora sat patiently at a nearby stool in the waiting room near the entrance door. She debated against probing the Russian's mind any further but fought against those ideas reluctantly. Until then she fiddled with her straight hair until his arrival.

[ Vanya! ]

Okay, so. I think I'm going to need some help in the kitchen. Since it looks like the whole tree thing is probably covered this year, I decided I'd fill my very open schedule with a completely different pointless act of decoration to help contribute to the moon around here, for those of us who aren't going anywhere for the holiday season.

That is, I've decided all on my own that I want to make a gingerbread house version of the Mansion. I'm not quite crazy enough to want to do it to scale or anything, but I do kind of want to try and at least include the really obvious landmarks and stuff. I'd also like to try and make it entirely out of things you can eat so afterwards it can get put to use, if it isn't too stale and nasty.

I haven't ever done this before, so it'll probably come out looking like a misshapen lump of candy, but I think it's worth a shot. I pretty much can't work anything in the kitchen at all, though, so if someone could help me out with complicated things like the microwave and the mixer, I would be eternally grateful.

It's baaaack! Submit your secrets for the week here, these will go up Friday! All comments are screened!

I got a thing that lets me talk at the phone so words show up and I don't have to write them. They said my powers mess with energy or some **** I don't know why it just did that. **** **** ***** What the **** That's weird. I do something with energy like I take it or I guess I can give it to people. Where's the kitchen?

So, it's come to my attention that Luce has kept it under wraps for two whole days that she was accepted into NYU! I'm taking her down into the city to celebrate--who's coming?

[locked to residents/students]

And we're getting very, very, very drunk. Luce has a hangover to work off, after all.

[ooc note: please ignore the "staff" lock below because i am, in fact, retarded. >>]

Emma hated calling her parents, just about as much as she hated not hearing their voices for months on end (though she could deal with the latter more than the former). Their finances were limited enough that she didn't have to worry about actually seeing them too often, which lessened her guilt about not going home enough that she could call every few weeks to check in. They were almost always short calls. Her parents had grown used to her being away, like a college student living out of state, seen on holidays and maybe over summer vacation. But every time, under the reports of Mr. Burnett's corn crop, or the Ellis' new baby girl, or her old elementary school teacher's recent wedding--the slightest twinge of guilt in her mother's voice. Never on her own account.

"Oh, everyone misses you, Emily," her mother said, the same way she might bring up how poorly someone nearby was managing without proper heating. Just the slightest hint that Emma, were she there, might be able to help. Emma knew exactly what missing her meant. She'd had years of people missing her when she couldn't be everywhere at once, omnipotent and omnipresent.

"I'm sure they're managing," she said, perhaps more forcefully than she intended.

Her mother cleared her throat awkwardly. "Well, your father and I haven't seen you in months, honey. When was the last time? When we met you down in that big old city--"

"Manhattan, Mom."

"Manhattan, right. Last February." Her mother laughed incredulously. ( Emma was 15 again, having forgotten basic chores or an errand her parents had asked. Embarrassed, and frustrated. )

Although the previous night had been cold, and the air still carried a sharp edge when the wind blew, overall it was a near-perfect day outside. Bright, crisp, sunny. Ryan felt electric just standing out back behind the school, waiting to be joined by Alex.

He wanted to shift already, but he would wait so the other could see. His skin prickled with anticipation, but deep down he was also full of nerves. He'd never changed in front of someone before--not really. He did it in front of his mom and dad when he'd first shown them, but it wasn't really like showing off. It was pretty scientific, actually. After that he'd kept the actual process to himself, and if he crossed paths with them in that form it was purely by accident. Considering their take on the matter, he thought they'd be most proud of his mutation based on his ability to keep it clandestine.

But now he was going to show his roommate, a total stranger. A kid who seemed harmless enough, seemed like he could use some extra friendliness. He thought about all of the mutants at the school, and wondered how many of them he'd get to see using their powers. Every time he heard something new, he just wanted to see it in action, to understand it. So it only made sense to return the favor, and show off his mutation first. No matter how nervous he was.

Ryan scanned the area that he could see from here, seeking a private area where he could morph. Thankfully, the loose school-sanctioned sweats he wore would be perfect for changing into his hawk without undressing first. He'd want to change back in privacy, though, so he'd need to stash his clothes somewhere out of sight. Not that he was overly modest; Alex was his roommate for the time being and Ryan didn't care too much about quickly changing clothes in front of another guy. It wasn't the brief nudity so much as the marks on his back, the henna-like featherprint pattern that covered the span from the top of his shoulders to the small of his back. That was where the feathers formed, and although he was willing to show off his hawk, he was too self-conscious to share that part of his mutation yet. There was a similar, lighter version of the same pattern on his palms, but he generally kept that out of sight, or else gave up and figured it was much too faint for anyone but him to notice.

[Open to Alex]

Caroline,

I don't know what you did to that food but that was one of the deepest and soundest sleeps of my life. I think I slept for like eleven hours! Maybe I was still tired from traveling.

Thank you again for dinner, everything was delicious.


Alex,

I might go flying in a bit if the weather stays this nice. The property is so huge it'll take several days to explore and I have to watch out for other wild for lasers -- let me know if you want to come or watch or something!

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this shelters hug how do you kep trak of evryon

I want cashmere for Christmas.