[open log] Packing, planning, general running around!

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Characters: Everyone! Even if you plan for your characters not to go on this trip, they can be doing other things here or talking about what they plan to do while the others are away.
Setting: The mansion.
Content: An open, free-for-all thread for all characters to talk about planning for their upcoming getaway to London (Jono's trip, which everyone else has appropriated for the whole school)
Status: Open and incomplete. Really, just talk about anything!

Jono was in the kitchen of the X-mansion, stocking up on snack foods for the plane ride, but it seemed to surprise Josh how little he was packing. "I'm going to pack for the plane," Jono explained, "and then buy food there. You didn't expect me to bring food to my hometown, did you? I have to eat what I can get over there!"

Meanwhile, some members of the staff were surveying the damage done to the west wing of the mansion during their recent attack by Kimura. "Oh well," Logan shrugged it off. "We'll bill it to the school, and anyway, most of the kids will be gone for the trip. Saves a lot of hassle not having people around for the construction."

Fortunately for the students, most of their living quarters hadn't been damaged, so they were able to pack their still-intact clothes and other necessities. As the days grew nearer to the trip, anticipation and excitement levels were rising.

"What's the deal with you and Gayle, now?" Josh asked Jono, as the two of the paused for a cookie break.

"Dunno," Jono answered with a shrug. "I mean... we'll see." He stuffed more cookies into his mouth and then said for an abrupt change in topic, "I wonder what everyone else is up to."

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[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Guitar. Headphones. Boots. Chucks. Cargos. Rock tops.

Ali chewed her lower lip, trying to think of what else to cram into her plain little army duffel.

"Oh right!" She rummaged around and found a massive stack of old Dazzler t-shirts from her last round in a band named after herself.

She cranked her music louder, trying to drown out her thoughts. Dark thoughts about bullets and botched plays and what if Josh hadn't been there? Thoughts too dark for the Dazzler, she was the lady of light, enemy of emo.

"This sucks." She flopped on her bed on top of the pile of everything in her life with packing in a bag and sighed, letting off a bust of purple sparkles.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

"The pigsty in your room, beautiful? Yeah, it does." Julian's voice was sarcastic as he leaned against the door jam, kicking the slab of wood in further. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, and he looked around Ali's room with a slight grimace, but also in amazement at how messy she could be while having so remarkably little to fill it with.

"I got extra luggage. Doubt you can fit a whole week's worth of shit in a duffel." He didn't know why exactly he'd stopped by, since he'd rather avoid her when it wasn't necessary or logical to come see her this week. But here he was.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

"I travel light," she chuckled weakly at the pun. It sucked, but laughter was the only cure Ali'd found for emo living. She sat up and chucked her roller skates in the duffel, scanning the room for any clothes that were clean.

"So, what's up? I've barely seen you all week." She dropped to the floor, rummaging around through empty pizza boxes, twinkie wrappers and beer cans for a couple spare sets of strings. "You come to supervise my packing technique?"

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

"Someone's gotta," he smirked sardonically, and lifted two fingers. About a foot away, her spare guitar strings shot up, encased in telekinetic energy. "I've been training and shit. I could say the same about you, sweetheart. Where have you been?"

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Ali nabbed the strings out of the air before he could neatly deposit them in her duffel. She chucked them gracelessly, as if to prove self-sufficiency.

"Training, practice, training, practice, the occasional nap..." She scratched her head, trying to think of what else she'd need. "Story hour with the Maker, smoke breaks in between. You know, the usual."