[open thread] ...sing amending moans, a song to bring you home~

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Characters: Everyone in London
Setting: Out, about, anywhere you characters might be after the protest, on their final night in London, or heading home on the plane...there'll be a separate group dinner post a little later on for a last gang activity for everyone, too.
Content: Final thoughts, reactions/aftermath from the action of the day, lessons learned, etc.
Status: Open and incomplete.


To say it was a hard day would be an understatement. After all was said and done, the crowd dispersed and the threat of maniacs with explosives eliminated, everyone was exhausted...and still had to pack.

There was talk of a group dinner together, but as of yet, nothing concrete had come together. The mutants were mostly quiet coming back, haggard from the fight and burdened once again by the reminder that they could never escape the fear and hatred directed at them because they were genetic anomalies.

Dispersed throughout the hotel and out in the streets of London, everyone was going through their own coping process...

[closed thread] uhmmm emotional whiplash over here.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Characters: Julian, Rogue.
Setting: Rogue's room.
Content: He bought her a present, as promised.
Status: Incomplete.
NOTE: I COULDN'T WAIT. I'M BRIA-DEPRIVED.



[Even though he's exhausted from a flight that was oh, eight hours long, Julian musters up the energy to swing by Rogue's room. He's not kind of anxious about seeing her or anything. Julian Keller doesn't get butterflies. And if he does, he ignores them. Or at least now he ignores them, because serious feelings kind of sell him up the river, he's sure.

So he has no expectations here. He's expectations-free. He's... forgotten what exactly he's supposed to be when he nudges in her ajar door and finds her on her bed with a book. Because wow, no one should look that gorgeous. No one. Ever. How did she get more gorgeous while he was in London? He swallows a little, knocks on the door and comes in.]

Knock, knock, beautiful.

[He tosses the bag he was carrying at the edge of her bed, tries for small smile. And to not think about their texting.]

Open it.