ForsytheSince we're a little slow right now, do any of you guys have any ideas for what you want to do? any arc ideas or activities?
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Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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Soup Time. A Year Later.
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Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is
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@Tickoutgave Bonny someone to interact with, little thirteen year old Collosus!
They made eye contact. It was rather brief, as Shawn's eyes darted back to Dr. McCoy. He wasn't staring at her or anything like that, but it was still strange to him having her taking notice of him looking at her. He was not staring. Definitely not. Though, he would admit that she would be a big help to his project. He wasn't going to ask her, though. It was a solo project, and asking the girl who knew everything for help seemed like cheating.
On the other hand, he felt kind of bad for her. All of her works and achievements would be undermined due to the fact that her mutation helped her in being as smart as she was. It wasn't her own hard work and dedication, it was because she had a mutant computer brain. It was only expected of her to be that good. And if she actually did work hard to prove something groundbreaking, then she'd be the showoff. There was no winning in that situation, and Shawn believed that he understood it.
"Moving on. We will be doing a brief unit on Determinism. Does anyone know what this is, and how it would effect the world we live in? A little tip for the people here who are using Star Wars in their projects, you should know what this is." The Doctor began to pace a little. Shawn flipped through his notes to see if he could find anything related to it. It was a new subject, so he wasn't going to find anything, but he was bound and determined to try anyways. He wasn't watching Star Wars, so Hank wasn't helping him, but nobody seemed to have the answer yet.
Caldwell had been operating on Chrys for a good bit of time. After he had actually found what he was looking for, finding more and extracting it with his biotic healing was a snap. What worried him were the reactions that Chrys was having. Having Chrys wake up right now was a bad idea, with him being open and all. He needed him to be asleep for just a little longer. All of the world became a blur to Caldwell. He was too busy focusing on the operation to even notice the flux that was happening to his patient. He needed to extract the limiting liquid as fast as possible and seal the boy up to prevent any sort of accidents or infections to his body.
Caldwell took what was supposed to be a bed pan and tried to use it to catch some of the vomit. It didn't work, of course, but that didn't stop him from calling a nurse to get the janitor in while he spoke with the patient.
He pushed Chrys lightly back down on the bed, urging him to relax. "The flood gates have opened, Chrys. Take it easy for now. Your body is surging with power since it was heavily stunted just a moment ago. Your friend, Shawn, he throws up too when he is carrying too much plasma. Your body isn't used to all of this, not yet, so you feel sick and unable to handle it all. I'll put you on some medication, but if it continues, we'll need to take another look at you."
Logan grunted with a soft shrug and a tilt of the head. A classic move. She had a point, and he guessed her views on life were valid. "Well, I'm not telling you what to do. Ask for help, don't, I'm not the professor." He was just about done for now. Standing up, Logan looked at the girl again and walked to the door. "Good seeing you. Get back to class." He spoke as he walked through the door back into the mansion proper.
"Correct." Miss Moonstar nodded to the young mutant in the back of the class. "In addition to the first President, George Washington, His Vice President and later Second President John Adams also lived in the house before the Capital's relocation to the District of Colombia. Washington set the plans for the relocation, but Adams was the one to complete the process."
Next to Bonny sat a rather large, metal man, writing careful notes as he scribbled on his paper. His name was Peter Rasputin, another new student in the Academy from beyond America's borders. He tried his best to write in English, the shapes difficult for his untrained hand. After a moment, he shifted back into a much smaller, fleshy young boy. If he kept putting stress on the pencil, he's break the pencil and maybe the desk. Miss Darkholme challenged him to doe everything in his metal form so he would have a better sense of his own strength while also working with his control of such power. As long as he didn't hit anyone full force, people would be fine.
On the other hand, he felt kind of bad for her. All of her works and achievements would be undermined due to the fact that her mutation helped her in being as smart as she was. It wasn't her own hard work and dedication, it was because she had a mutant computer brain. It was only expected of her to be that good. And if she actually did work hard to prove something groundbreaking, then she'd be the showoff. There was no winning in that situation, and Shawn believed that he understood it.
"Moving on. We will be doing a brief unit on Determinism. Does anyone know what this is, and how it would effect the world we live in? A little tip for the people here who are using Star Wars in their projects, you should know what this is." The Doctor began to pace a little. Shawn flipped through his notes to see if he could find anything related to it. It was a new subject, so he wasn't going to find anything, but he was bound and determined to try anyways. He wasn't watching Star Wars, so Hank wasn't helping him, but nobody seemed to have the answer yet.
Caldwell had been operating on Chrys for a good bit of time. After he had actually found what he was looking for, finding more and extracting it with his biotic healing was a snap. What worried him were the reactions that Chrys was having. Having Chrys wake up right now was a bad idea, with him being open and all. He needed him to be asleep for just a little longer. All of the world became a blur to Caldwell. He was too busy focusing on the operation to even notice the flux that was happening to his patient. He needed to extract the limiting liquid as fast as possible and seal the boy up to prevent any sort of accidents or infections to his body.
Caldwell took what was supposed to be a bed pan and tried to use it to catch some of the vomit. It didn't work, of course, but that didn't stop him from calling a nurse to get the janitor in while he spoke with the patient.
He pushed Chrys lightly back down on the bed, urging him to relax. "The flood gates have opened, Chrys. Take it easy for now. Your body is surging with power since it was heavily stunted just a moment ago. Your friend, Shawn, he throws up too when he is carrying too much plasma. Your body isn't used to all of this, not yet, so you feel sick and unable to handle it all. I'll put you on some medication, but if it continues, we'll need to take another look at you."
Logan grunted with a soft shrug and a tilt of the head. A classic move. She had a point, and he guessed her views on life were valid. "Well, I'm not telling you what to do. Ask for help, don't, I'm not the professor." He was just about done for now. Standing up, Logan looked at the girl again and walked to the door. "Good seeing you. Get back to class." He spoke as he walked through the door back into the mansion proper.
"Correct." Miss Moonstar nodded to the young mutant in the back of the class. "In addition to the first President, George Washington, His Vice President and later Second President John Adams also lived in the house before the Capital's relocation to the District of Colombia. Washington set the plans for the relocation, but Adams was the one to complete the process."
Next to Bonny sat a rather large, metal man, writing careful notes as he scribbled on his paper. His name was Peter Rasputin, another new student in the Academy from beyond America's borders. He tried his best to write in English, the shapes difficult for his untrained hand. After a moment, he shifted back into a much smaller, fleshy young boy. If he kept putting stress on the pencil, he's break the pencil and maybe the desk. Miss Darkholme challenged him to doe everything in his metal form so he would have a better sense of his own strength while also working with his control of such power. As long as he didn't hit anyone full force, people would be fine.
@Akayaofthemooni might go with another rebellion gen, though a different angle this time around.
@Akayaofthemoonthank you. Is there any character you guys need? Humans, rebels, honeworld, a gemling?
@Akayaofthemoonthis works for me. If you and kronshi will allow it, I'd like to retire Sodalite for the forseeable future and possibly bring in a new character. I really want to try and stick with you guys, and I think my problem was that I've been using the same character for the past two years.
@Kronshi@Akayaofthemooni can't apologize enough for not having been here recently, but like I said, I'm just not motivated like I was in the first two incarnations. Hopefully you guys won't mind me popping into the ooc now and then, and I hope everything goes well for you!
Could you just bubble poor Soda?
Or, I know I'm really not deserving, but would you guys give me another chance? Id be willing to push out some posts to help you guys out if you'll still have me.
Could you just bubble poor Soda?
Or, I know I'm really not deserving, but would you guys give me another chance? Id be willing to push out some posts to help you guys out if you'll still have me.
@Kronshitheres really no excuse I can give. I've been trying to stick with this, but it's really for the best if I dropped off. I want to stay on, but I can't find the time nor motivation to keep up with all of you.
@Tickoutlol, best of luck to the both of you!
@mattmanganonthe connection is there, but nobody knows about the relation, not even Marko or Xavier.
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