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🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺

Location: Hotel Valhalla - Reception
Skills: N/A

Somehow, Asha managed to roll her eyes still as a bird. "The only one with excess crap is Helgi - he's grody to the max," she complained. While she could have easily shifted back into her human form, she was enjoying being a raven perched on Klara's shoulder. The entire world looked different whenever she would shift forms. Of course, she loved being able to fly as well. Had she not died a brutal death at a young age, she would've liked to join the Valkyrie - just to be able to soar through the skies without shifting form.

She thought for a moment, before an evil plot hatched in her mind. "What if something happened at tonight's feast? What if... Odin, the All-Father, showed up and ordered Helgi to clean his boots with his tongue?" Asha proposed. If a raven could smirk, she would have. She had this image of herself shifting to resemble the All-Father and going into the Feast Room of the Slain that evening, all with the sole purpose of getting Helgi to do some incredibly shameful activities. "Besides, he needs to return the runes to the All-Father anyways."



Runa Johansson

Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Twenty One: Runa's Room
Skills: N/A

Klara didn't look like a daughter of Thor to her. She had seen some of the Marvel movies in theaters and pictured Thor as pretty much looking like Chris Hemsworth. Runa would have expected the daughter of Thor to be blonde - maybe to look like Tom Hiddleston in a blonde wig with some makeup on. Nadia said that her father was Frey, the God of Summer. Again, Nadia wasn't what she would have expected either - she imagined that the child of a summer good would look a bit more like a hippie. Both Nadia and Klara just looked like normal undead viking warriors... as normal as that could be, at the very least.

Runa was more interested though in hearing about Balder's fate. He had been slain then by his brother. In her vision - or whatever it had been as she died - the gatekeeper had warned her that she wouldn't find Balder there. Maybe it was a literal message, the gatekeeper claiming that Balder wasn't in that icy, cold, and miserable afterlife. Or maybe it was more of a threat, a warning that if she went to look for him there, she would be stopped. But if Balder was her father, then what Nadia said about him being dead for a long time couldn't be true. He had to be alive at least when Runa was conceived about seventeen years ago. She doubted seventeen years would qualify as a long time to Nadia, since Klara apparently had been dead for centuries.

"I wouldn't mind a tour," Runa answered, still deep in thought. "If you guys are busy though, you don't have to... I don't want to be a burden." Her Norwegian accent was a little bit thicker now, as she was focusing less on her words and more on her thoughts.



The Hub - San Fransisco: February 14th, 2021 - 11:00 A.M.


Bonnie Chase


Location: Fury's Panic Room
Skills: Jack of All Trades (Medicine), Emergency First Aid, Perception, Intuition

Bonnie dared to smile, seeing that Sparky's symptoms had drastically decreased. The combination of Wolverine's blood, Tempest's healing, and the activated charcoal powder had all done wonders on her. She was by no means cured, but Bonnie wasn't worried about Sparky breathing her last breath within the next few minutes. "You need to stay still," she told Sparky gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "There's a state of the art security system in here. I bet you could use it to see what happened to Raynor, get an idea of when the skrulls took him and where he last was," she suggested. Maybe it would give Sparky some information on what had happened - but at least she could sit down while doing it.

She glanced up as Oliver began rapidly cursing as he used the security system. "What's going on?" she asked him, before she turned her head and saw both Novikova and Strange unconscious in the hangar. She made a split second decision. "The security system malfunctioned," she told everyone, clearly instructing them that they were going to lie if anyone asked them. "Oliver though, I don't think this is the Black Order... So if you're comfortable with it, we can probably leave the panic room. Or at least, you can. I'm not sure Sparky should be moving around too much until Strange can, erm, make the cure."

Dominika Novikova


Location: the Hangar
Skills: Earth Manipulation

Novikova had watched a lot of Netflix in college and at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Sci-Tech Academy. One of her favorite shows to view while working on homework sets, Avatar: the Last Airbender, had a blind character who could see through earthbending. With her wife wearing her shades, Novikova had her eyes shut tight. She could hear what was going on, but she really wanted to be able to see. She figured that if it worked for Toph, maybe it would work for her. Unfortunately, Novikova couldn't feel the vibrations of everyone through the earth. Her attempt at seeing through her feet was a complete failure. Sight was overrated anyways though. She'd just listen as best as she could and hopefully Flynn wouldn't throw a fireball her direction. "I really ought to have a spare, that'd be a good idea... I'm still using the hand-me-down ones from Cyclops," Novikova admitted to Maria.

"I can't let Dalisy out of my sight, I'm afraid," Strange told Cassandra. "She's the spiritual daughter of Loki in many ways." And of course, Cass wasn't his boss. He was here on a volunteer basis for the sake of the wellbeing of the planet and the universe at large.

There was also no sign of Director Hill. At this point, odds were that Hill was trapped underneath a pile of rubble, unconscious or dead. Novikova tried to reach out to feel the vibrations through the earth of every person in the room, but she again came up with nothing. Maybe Avatar had been lying - maybe it wasn't a possible technique of earth manipulation. "Did Flynn just set her on fire?" Novikova asked dryly, hearing Flynn go off about warning shots. Yet before she could hear an answer, a sleeping dart came out of nowhere and knocked her out, another one shortly following and hitting Strange, sending him into unconsciousness.


Guin Stark


Location: the Reception
Skills: N/A
"Yeah, I'm enjoying myself," Guin told her father with a smile. It was nice to see her family and friends here, even if it wasn't the usual party setting Guin preferred. She was more of a video games and Jell-O shots kind of girl than dancing and champagne, but she was enjoying herself and having fun. The X-Men were assembled and the world wasn't burning, that was at least something to be grateful for. "Not a huge fan of wearing a dress, but eh," she added, shrugging. "So... What did you threaten to do to Pietro? Since it clearly sounds like you've been terrifying him, Dad."

"Eh, it wasn't that bad, just namely regarding if he hurts you in anyway I'll kill him, nothing too bad. There might have been a few other things thrown in there too," Tony responded with a bit of a shrug.

"So... Can we not talk about your dad threatening me Guina?" Pietro asked.

Guin was a bit surprised that her father hadn't gone for a more creative threat - maybe he was finally getting soft with regard to Pietro. "Sure, what else do you want to talk about then, babe?" she asked him with a smirk.

"Anything else preferably. I don't know."

Over on the stage, Dazzler struck up a new song. "I think that's our cue for the dance? Please don't spin me like a top, I really don't wanna feel like I'm on a tilt-a-whirl," she joked. Pietro had spun her a little too fast during some of their practice dances, though she figured it had been from nerves. "Unless you're still busy inhaling food?"

"Now why would I spin you too fast?" he responded to her, chuckling slightly as he took her hand and led her over to the dance floor area with a smile.

"Umm, because you're Speedy McSpeedFace, the fastest man alive?" Guin teased.

"Wow so nice to me Guina!"

She giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "I am being nice, I just said you're the fastest man alive - so are you going to lead this dance or what?"

"Of course I'm going to lead, I'm waaaaay better than you are Guina at dancing and you know it," he said, before he started leading her around, dancing to the music with her.

"Ugh, as if," Guin replied, rolling her eyes as they danced along to Dazzler's rendition of Uptown Girl by Billy Joel.

Neil Spellman


Location: the Reception
Skills: N/A
Neil rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I think you've got me beat too," he told Allison. He had woken up around four in the morning to go use the restroom - he only knew the time since he had brought his phone in there with him and played some Hogwarts Mystery while he sat on the toilet. It was something that had strangely became normal - bringing a phone for entertainment while relieving oneself.

He dealt out the cards to everyone - Thor, Allison, Sara, Mira, and himself. No one else had come over to play, but this was plenty enough people for a good game. He set two stacks of cards for drawing from, and then another stack of black cards right in the middle. "Erm, Thor? Would you mind?" he asked, nodding at the hammer. "It's a bit in the way and... Well, I don't think any of us could lift it." From what he had heard, only Thor could wield the hammer. Neil had been raised by Satanic witches more or less - he doubted that sort of dark energy in his past wouldn't prevent him from lifting the hammer.

"But um, so since Allison is the first card czar, she judges who wins this round. The black card is..." Neil paused, picking a black card up from the draw pile and placing it face up in front of Allison. "Bitches be ___. So, um, everyone then picks a card from their hand to complete that phrase and you give the card you like best face down to Allison. Once everyone gives her their cards, she reads them all to everyone and then says who wins."

Neil glanced through the cards in his own hand, a tiny smirk appearing on his face as he picked out his white card and slid it over to Allison - Putting an entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the VCR. His hand didn't have a lot of great cards, but at least that one was mildly funny.


✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

Location: Argo III - the Galley
Skills: N/A

Rebecca nodded at Jason, her brown eyes flashing with a warning to not challenge her mother. Andy and Arthur had fled the room, something she felt was for the best. They were new to this world, unaware of which gods could take an insult and which ones would enact a punishment. It often times was incredibly arbitrary. Even Artemis at the start of the Trojan War had demanded the sacrifice of a virgin before the Greek fleet could sail. Athena had been the one to curse Medusa and turn her into a gorgon. Poseidon, if she recalled correctly, had been behind Pasiphaë giving birth to the Minotaur. The gods were not inherently good or evil - might makes right was the law of Olympus. "Of course, Mother," Rebecca promised.

As the Mist cleared from the room, she took a moment to commit to memory what Hecate had told her. Andy needed to search the records of the Crane family in New Rome. The artifact they needed to keep safe was a gem with a portion of Tartarus' essence sealed inside of it. She felt like small spiders were crawling up and down her arms the more she dwelled on all of this. One of her worst nightmares was coming true - another war. It was likely inevitable, they probably wouldn't be able to stop it, they may not even be lucky enough to survive it. For a brief moment, Rebecca had an intense longing to fulfill her dream, to sail to the Sea of Monsters and apprentice herself to Circe.

"I have a thought," she told the two still with her. "I could attempt a spell to remove Arthur and Andy's memories of Mona's death... Replace them with the notion that Mona was sent home by Hecate, as she did not wish to continue on this journey," she said softly.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: N/A

Leda snorted as Demetri said that Zeke wouldn't hit someone in the crotch. She was pretty sure that Zeke would indeed do such a thing. He took such glee in sticking his leg out to trip her and her siblings as they ran, which was just as painful if not more so in her opinion. Falling and hitting the ground at top speeds resulted in more than just skinned knees and elbows. She raised an eyebrow as Mary explained what had started the shapeshifting - it was a beautiful day on the Argo and Demetri had been a horrible goose. The son of Zeus was rapidly becoming a walking meme at this point. "Yeah, Lauryn's right. Zeke is a complete and utter sod sometimes. Broken my fair share of bones because of him," she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

With the Roman-Greek relations though, pretty much all they could do was hope for the best and try to not start another Civil War. Of course, it made a lot of sense. Rome had pretty much been founded by Trojans - as in, the ones the Greeks had utterly destroyed during the Trojan War. "Well, since you all have to watch out for monsters, and I feel like hitting something... Kiera, wanna go do a practice spar or something? I could show you some moves," she said, winking a bit at the last part. She wasn't going to sit in here and help Mary and Demetri watch out for threats, mostly since she had her own shift to cover later. She hated staying still so she wasn't going to volunteer to do that more than she needed.

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: New Rome - the Augury
Skills: N/A

Nancy frowned, staring at the painting Alexandra had produced. There were temples and shrines to Apollo all over the world - her father was one of the Olympians after all. He was responsible for so many things - light, truth, healing, plagues, music, archery. And of course being a bit of a disaster bi, he had spawned countless children. The mortals had even named space missions in honor of him due to how widespread his worship was. "Here, it's something stronger," Nancy said, walking over to her half sister. She pulled out her hip flask and offered it to Alexandra. It was filled with nectar, the drink of the gods. She knew all too well how draining it was to come out of a prophetic trance and sometimes, nectar helped to take the edge off. It wasn't like they had alcohol on hand anyways.

The name Typhon sent a chill down her spine. She stared at the red eyed figure in the painting. Her visions had already told her how dire their situation was, how near to destruction all of Camp Jupiter and New Rome were, but it was still horrifying to face. The idea that she and the other demigods would have to stand against a being so primal and so powerful, one of the only beings who could truly challenge the gods and potentially wipe them out... She made a clawed gesture over her heart and pushed it forward - an ancient hand gesture for warding off evil.

"... I recognize that shrine. It's not the one here at New Rome... That's the shrine to my father in Tartarus," she said, blood draining from her face. "We're going into the pit."


⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹


Location: Mojoworld - Hobo Camp -> Machine Room
Skills: Bioengineering and Perception
"Step aside," Watts told Andrew curtly. Spiral had teleported them to the room containing Mojo's age manipulating contraption. He didn't wait for Andrew to move out of the way, refusing to even look at him. His eyes were still a bit red, from crying or maybe just from overuse of the speed serum. Watts cracked his knuckles before getting to work. Luckily, he had three doctorate degrees - bioengineering, mechanical engineering, and chemistry - so he made short work of figuring the machine out. "Belladonna, you are not going first," he then added as an aside.

Watts' fingers flew across the keyboard as he got the machine readied. He set it to activate once someone stepped inside of the chamber and Watts looked around the room, avoiding Andrew's eyes yet again. "Back in a flash," he said cockily. Watts stepped into the contraption and it began to light up, a strange whirring sound emanating from it. To Watts, he felt like he was being stretched out like taffy and tickled and simultaneously mauled by a bear. It was a dizzying and painful procedure, but when the chamber opened, he was a man again. He looked every inch the 47 year old father of two that he was.

"I'll go next," Arthur volunteered. He'd stand a better chance at avenging his father if he were 27 years old again. "I should be 27," he then added, figuring that Watts had no idea what the proper age to restore him to was. Watts nodded, adjusting the parameters of the machine. Arthur stepped inside of the chamber and it closed around him. It felt like he was being torn apart atom by atom and reassembled. He couldn't help but howl and scream in pain as his body was reformed. By the time it was over, he felt like he had been boiled alive in a deep frier.

He stumbled out of the machine once it opened again, his skin looking a little red and irritated, but he was 27 years old again - and ripped. He was absolutely shredded. His clothing somehow had adjusted to fit him at this size, which was a mercy, as he didn't want to be stuck in the nude in front of all of these people. Arthur pulled his hood down, covering his brown eyes. He felt exposed without it.

"... The procedure may not be safe for Andrew. There's a fifty percent chance that it will cause brain death," Watts said, trying to keep his voice even and steady, as if the idea of Andrew dying didn't bother him at all.




December 18th, 2020 - 3:20 PM

Dunkin' Donuts -

One of the terrified employees brought over the entire tray of Boston creme doughnuts, kneeling on the ground and offering them up. His head was bent down, exposing the back of his neck, and every muscle in his body quivered. His pants were clearly soiled, likely out of fear. "Th-th-these are all we have, s-sir," the employee stammered.

If Jinx were to look back, he wouldn't see Morgan anymore - they had vanished. The interior of the Dunkin' Donuts was shifting in illumination, shades of red and white. The police had finally arrived on the scene, although Pyro didn't seem to care at all.

"WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

Pyro was laughing diabolically, not even phased by his wound. It helped that Anastasia had stitched it up with telekinesis. His attention momentarily waned from the fiery hydra he had created and the flames became wild and untamed, setting all of the bathroom stalls ablaze. The smoke was getting thick, making it difficult to breathe but it didn't bother Pyro at all. Leighton was sequestered behind an ice barrier that was six feet tall, though her only option for escape was a window about ten feet up. It was tiny, by no means big enough for Pyro but Leighton or Anastasia could conceivably wiggle on through... if the window hadn't been painted shut and jammed.

"This is even better than when Emma took me to Disneyworld!" Pyro cackled. He sucked in a big gust of flames and breathed them out like a dragon, trying to melt Leighton's barricade but it didn't work. The maniacal mutant then got another idea. He transformed some of the flames into a gigantic serpent and directed them over the barricade. The flaming beast coiled around Leighton, pinning her arms and legs.

"I TOTALLY STARTED THE FIRE! IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING SINCE THE WORLD'S BEEN TURNING!" Pyro shouted gleefully. The sprinklers in the Dunkin' had activated, but they were nothing compared to Pyro's flames. They couldn't quench them. "You know Jinxy, me and my bro Quicksilver used to jam out all the time! You should kick it with me later."

Veil


Location: the Old Underground Hideout
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation (Cloaking)
Veil maintained the cloaking cover as Feedback entered the van. She turned in her seat and reached on back, putting a hand on Feedback's shoulder and she squeezed it comfortingly. "I'm so proud of you, Feedback," she told her softly. "And not just because you ordered McDonalds," she added, hoping that a little bit of humor would help to lift Feedback's spirits. She couldn't imagine being presented with the choice to bring a loved one back from the dead. It must have been like reopening a wound that had barely begun to heal.

What happened next took Veil by surprise. Suddenly, they were trapped in by a gigantic dome, a patchwork thing made out of concrete and glass. Warlock's voice was booming and vicious, the sort of scream that a trapped animal would produce. Her eyes widened as Warlock threatened to kill them all if they didn't tell him what they had done to the Ice Queen. She opened the door of the van and jumped on out. Everyone was still invisible, so they had that advantage up against Warlock at the very least. Her brother had produced some sparkling light and Veil's heart was pounding like a stampede of rhinos. She didn't need Glimpse to tell her what Warlock was thinking - he had just said as much himself. "Glimpse is right, Spark Plug, stop it," she agreed quietly.

Sapphire took the direct approach, lashing out with ice at Warlock. The already chilly area was incredibly frigid now, enough to give everyone a severe case of frost bite. Her best friend was extremely claustrophobic. If they didn't get Sapphire out of the dome, Veil doubted she would stop attacking. Warlock may or may not listen to reason. It was a gamble then. Should she trust that Warlock would come to his senses and stand down... or should she take it into her own hands to ensure that he did?

Veil eyed the glass Spark Plug had shot with lightning. She conjured up two discs of pure invisible energy, like two frisbee sized force fields, and she threw them at the glass. The discs bounced off of the glass without doing much damage, only now they were heading right at Warlock. In the blink of an eye, the discs whizzed over his head. Any closer and he would have been scalped.

"Shit - Warlock, are you okay?" Veil shouted. She let out a breath and everyone became visible again. Now, with all of her concentration, Veil repeated the trick. Her force field discs slammed into the glass, their power drastically increased over the previous ones, and the ballistic glass shattered. "Sapphire, make an ice slide and get out!"

Casper Theriot


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Entranceway -> Second Floor: Cayden and James' Room
Skills: Mediumship
As James guided him up to the second floor like a proper gentleman, Casper was hopeful that Ben would emerge in Cayden and James' room to join in on the conversation. Ben had never vanished before in Casper's lifetime when he was sober. From what Ben told him, it was more interesting to follow Casper around and provide essentially a director's commentary track than the options usually given to ghosts. He felt ashamed for a brief moment. He had seen ghosts for ages and he never really had asked Ben where he went when Casper wasn't summoning him. He had no idea what the afterlife was like for Ben.

"Wait, Princess Luna is in your mind?" Casper's eyes widened, a fierce protectiveness growing within him as he put his arm around James' shoulders possessively. "Tell her to get out, that's just plain rude, or we'll be calling the Thought Police on her." His father was the most powerful telepath in the world after Jean Grey. Casper had some bad experiences with telepaths messing in his mind.

"Oh right, you don't remember it Cay-Cay... Well, I'll give you the easy to understand version. The Scarlet Witch is crazy. She has waaaay too much power and rewrote everything in the universe, kinda like those episodes of a TV show where all the characters suddenly are in this make believe fantasy world. Magneto was king there, because I guess Wanda wasn't that creative? I don't know. My dad was dead, one of the best parts of that reality. Umm... Oh, Jackie and I worked in a secret basement of a casino for some thieves! There was this psychopath blonde girl and another psychopathic ginger girl. I guess it wasn't a great year for women's mental health? James, anything you wanna add babe?"

"Oh and I'm fine, I'm more worried about Ben... He's probably off sulking that he can't taste Nutella. He never got to try it when he was alive."

Sunshine


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room
Skills: N/A
A rip in the fabric of reality opened up, as three mutants jumped on through. Magik had started coming into her own recently, wearing large black spikes in her hair that contrasted with her long flowing black locks. She had on a skimpy black armored top with spiked shoulder pads and her left arm was covered in shiny silver armor, holding her Soulsword. Her brother Colossus still wore his X-Men uniform, perhaps clinging to the glory days when he had worked in the elite all mutant squad. Negasonic had grown out her hair, wearing it up in a mohawk of sorts, and she was wearing a black and yellow uniform with an X on it.

"Hey, Loser," Negasonic greeted Jack. "Sunshine," she then added. Sunshine, Magik, Negasonic, and Feedback were the youngest mutants in the Underground. They tended to end up clumping together at meals and such.

"This is bad time," Colossus observed. "Magik, Negasonic, help me unload supplies, da?" he prompted, before leaving the training room. He had a large sack over his shoulder, as did Negasonic and Magik. He was making his way upstairs to the supply room.

"Do I need to kill someone?" Magik asked Sunshine.

Sunshine shook her head. She had managed to calm down slightly, no longer crying. She untangled herself from Jack's hug and stood up to her feet, holding her head high. She didn't know what she wanted from Jack at this point. It was still shocking enough to know that he was her father and that she actually had blood relatives who cared about her, something she never thought was in the cards for her. "Nah... Marshmallow here is my dad," she told Magik. "So you can't hurt him unless I say so, got it?"

Magik tilted her head. Negasonic was busy texting on her phone, not paying attention. "I don't see the resemblance."

"So? He can change his face. He probably doesn't actually even look like this," Sunshine pointed out to Magik. She really really liked Magik and for whatever reason, it was important to her that Magik didn't try to murder Jack in his sleep or stuff his pillows with spiders and snakes.
February 16th, 2021 - 4:00 PM

George Washington University -

Located in downtown Washington D.C., George Washington University was just a thirteen minute walk from the Lincoln Memorial and half an hour to the Capitol building. As it was in the midst of the capital of the United States, there weren't very many green spaces on campus. It was more a collection of buildings amidst crowded streets, with bakeries next to a law auditorium for instance. Most of the students at GWU were there to study politics or international relations, so the lack of a traditional campus experience was definitely made up for in terms of connections. About half of the graduating class that year were the children of government and military officials, not just from the United States but from Europe and Asia as well.

Its Lisner Auditorium, a tall grey stone building, was even considered a historical landmark. Flyers and posters around campus reminded the students that Dr. Maya Hansen, one of the top scientists at Advanced Idea Mechanics (A.I.M.) was there to give a talk at 4:00 pm. Food and refreshments were complimentary and all students were encouraged to go ask Dr. Hansen questions about her latest breakthrough in genetic engineering.

Weather wise, it was a rather chilly day in D.C., with a high of about 46 °F and a low of 27 ° F. It had been snowing on and off throughout the day, with plows routinely going through the streets to try to keep the roads clear. The cafes had given up on using their outdoor seating options, the metal tables and chairs covered in a fine layer of snow at least six inches thick. It was about two hours before sunset, so lighting at the very least wasn't much of an issue.

Of course, it wasn't the best time to be a mutant. A mysterious disease had emerged a few days ago across the world called M-Pox. The disease had only been around briefly but the death toll was already sickening (no pun intended). And while S.H.I.E.L.D. was supposedly developing a cure, it hadn't been released to the public yet. Hate crimes against mutants had spiked. The news reported on them hourly, showing horrifying footage of two young children in Arkansas hanged on a swingset, all because they were mutants. In D.C., mutants were vanishing and later found turned into stone, with an X carved into their forehead.

Coming around the corner near the entrance to the Lisner Auditorium, a masked man carried a strangely glowing blue knife. He wore a long black jacket that looked more like a cape and had thick gloves on, the sort that a blacksmith might own. Covering his eyes were what looked to be night vision goggles, making it hard to tell what he was looking at. The students walking by gave him a wide berth, rightfully terrified by the stranger with a knife.

The man hadn't noticed Kristina or Andy. He was walking straight towards Zarina.


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: The Road - Atlanta, Georgia
Skills: Greek Mythology, Driving (Car)

Leda kept her eyes locked on the road ahead of her. They had a full tank of gas, so they didn't need to stop and refuel before getting to Houston. There weren't any crazy drivers on the road and she kept a good distance between her and other vehicles, just as a precaution. She didn't need to nearly get them killed in a car crash a second time that day. Besides, the more attentive she was to the road, the less she'd have to look at her passengers, Kristin and Zeke. However, her mind was still spinning, trying to think of what they could do up against Marysas. There weren't any stories of Hercules fighting him, which tended to be where Leda pulled major strategic inspiration from.

"Honestly, I say we just show up, take out our weapons, and just fight him," Leda said. "Maybe Zeke challenges him to a music contest. He'd probably say yes, he's obsessed with Zeke's dad." Her voice was more level and calm than it had been in the Wendy's when she screamed her head off at Zeke. The subject had been dropped and it was time to come up with some sort of plan to keep them all alive. There was no way she was going to die in Texas.


Guin Stark


Location: the Reception
Skills: N/A
Guin smiled a bit uneasily as Cass asked Mary whether or not she would be welcome at the Xavier Institute again. The ending of the partnership between the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. had been messy to say the least, further complicated by the top secret program Cass had been recruited for shortly afterwards. Guin's memories of that time were a bit cloudy, consisting of a blur of grieving over the death of Muscles, the future counterpart of Pietro. Her smile fell as she remembered the way his corpse looked, covered in all of that blood... Her eyes darted over towards her husband. Would he be killed by anti-mutant extremists in less than a decade? Her chest felt a bit tight, the amount of air she drew in with each breath decreasing.

"Y-yeah..." Guin told Mary absentmindedly, before shaking her head a little bit. It was her wedding day and she was determined to enjoy herself. Her fingers were shaking slightly and her head felt light in spite of her best efforts to remain calm. "I mean... I'm not sure if I ever want kids," she answered Cass, trying to focus on the question and not think more about how the ruby red blood had contrasted with Muscles' silver hair. "I don't think we're going to do things really any different. Probably just stick with the X-Men, save the world from annoying villains who need to be defeated by finding some sort of MacGuffin, and then be called menaces to society on the nightly news."

Pietro sent a soothing sensation through their mental link, clearly picking up on the slight PTSD flashback Guin was having. It's okay Guina.

"You know, actually, my dad looks like he wants to come talk to me and he paid for all of this, so I ought to go do that," Guin said, excusing herself. She squeezed Pietro's hand. Guin then gave a smile to everyone there before walking over to her father where he was talking with Rhodey. "Hey, Daddy."

Neil Spellman


Location: the Reception
Skills: N/A
For a brief moment, Neil realized how surreal speaking to Thor really was. He had been raised by witches, celebrating holidays such as Yule, the Hare Moon, Lupercalia, and Feast of Feasts. His aunties prayed to various pagan deities and he was pretty sure that they had prayed to Thor from time to time. Neil's beliefs were more on the agnostic side - maybe his aunties were right about everything, maybe they weren't. He hadn't made up his mind yet, though he supposed he believed in Thor since... well, he was standing right there in front of them, looking like someone on a bender. Had Ragnarok happened or something?

"It's a card game," Neil explained, opening up the box. "Basically, the black cards are questions or statements. Players pick a white card to answer the question or complete the phrase. The judge then reads all of the cards and decides which one they like best, usually what's the most demented or funniest..." He was suddenly nervous that he had forgotten something important when explaining the basics of the game. For some reason, Neil really wanted to make a good impression on the God of Thunder. "And, uh, you determine the first judge by who.... who pooped last." Neil then turned bright red. He wished that some deity would blast him out of existence.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Amtrak - Fargo, North Dakota
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The Mist and Nancy were not friends. No matter how much she tried, scrunching her face up, she couldn't make anything appear. At one point she thought she had managed to make something happen, only for it to have been someone discretely smoking a few seats over from them. She had eventually just given up on it, more or less telling Madalyne that she would just need to rely on her for any and all Mist related incidents in the future. She couldn't get the Mist to do what she wanted and Nancy didn't see a point in trying and failing at it forever. She had plenty of gifts and curses after all, she didn't really need another one.

She got off the train at Fargo with the others, yawning a bit as she stretched out her legs and rolled her wrists some until they went pop!, releasing pent of tension. "It's on the other side of town," Nancy recalled. "Is Fargo a big city? I hope not... If it is, we might want to borrow some bikes or something to make things go a bit faster." Her stomach growled as well. Maybe after they stole from the cyclops, they'd be able to grab a bite to eat as well. And a shower. Nancy was pretty sure they all were starting to smell at this point and there was only so much travel sized deodorant could do.
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