Morose

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Ogobrogo@Blizz@Ever Faithful@Kirah@Natsu

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1:20 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@Kirah@Blizz: The two of them had left the carnival behind, and were currently in the school gym. The gym facilities here were rather remarkable. The first floor of the gym was the sort of standard gym you'd find at any university - a weight room, cardio room, pool, climbing wall, basketball courts, etc etc. There was a room with padded floors where people practiced martial arts and other fighting techniques, filled with punching bags and whatnot. And of course, a big open space was used as the dedicated room for combat training, with reinforced walls that could take small nuclear blasts if needed. The second floor of the gym had a track, a roller skating rink, and a room filled with what looked like Bacta tanks that contained the school's virtual reality training software - the Framework. It was based off of some old SHIELD tech, allowing students to simulate dangerous combat scenarios without physical danger.

@Ever Faithful@Natsu: The will-o-the-wisp in the jar didn't respond to Ardere. If it were able to talk, it seemed to have chosen silence for the moment. The two girls, unaware that they were roommates, were both headed to the fourth floor of Stark Hall, room 401. Little playing cards with their names written on them in purple sharpie - Ardere and Mary Sue - were attached to the door. Room 402 had the names Sabine and Leah written on playing cards fixed to its door. In fact, if they looked up and down the hallway, they'd see tons of little playing card decorations - it was an entire theme.

@BlueSky44@Forsythe@Nallore:

Roll Recaps

Mads - becomes irrationally angry with Ser Megan
Zari - no effect (somewhat because Asgardians already want to fight everyone lol)
Vicky - no effect

Mads conjured up a shield of eldritch power to protect herself, knocking Ser Megan's sword away from her neck. With her other hand, Mads swung her blade at Ser Megan, hitting the other girl lightly in the side. "That's a rude assumption," Ser Megan said plainly. She swung her sword and it collided with Mads' magical shield, and the shield shattered. Megan swung again and her sword hit Mads' neck lightly. "You're dead," Ser Megan said calmly. "I'll die within hours of the wound you inflicted on me - if I'm lucky. Otherwise, infection will strike me down within the week."

The King was playing on their phone at the moment, updating their SuperLink profile, and very much going out of their way to not deal with any of the fights going on. One of the club members though looked REALLY engaged in the drama between Zari and Vicky. "GUT HER!!!" they screamed, but it wasn't clear whose side they were on.

@Ogobrogo: Standing at the door was an older gentlemen, wearing a smart, classic suit. He had intelligent piercing eyes and a balding head of white hair. Teddy wouldn't recognize him, not because he should have, but rather because the person at the door was new to the Margaret Carter Institute. "Yes, thank you," the man said. "I am Ser Nemo - the new, or rather, old Time Travel Studies professor. I was wondering if you might help me with some things in my office? They're rather heavy and my strength just isn't what it used to be," Ser Nemo admitted.

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Percy Novikov

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Location: Stark Hall - First Floor -> Carnival - Food Trucks
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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Percy rolled his eyes at his sister's joke. "Ha ha ha, very funny," he deadpanned. Diana could be so incredibly corny at times. If either of them had been born to be a dad, it was her. She had the exact sense of humor of a father of two in his early 40s. Percy only needed to get her a collection of graphic tees so that way she could look the part as well. She'd need to start throwing a yearly SuperBowl party too. But Percy was sure she could find her own way into doing that without his help. "As you can see, Zelda, my sister is a comedic genius. It's a shame she doesn't have her own stand-up special."

As mean and rude as he was, Percy did love his sister though. Part of this was just how he had learned to show affection. His family tended to tease each other - that's just how they were. "Yeah, your sister's friends suck," Percy informed Zelda. "Those assholes probably get a kick out of tormenting freshmen. You're better off without her."

Zelda struck him as being pretty different from her sister anyways - he wasn't sure how they were related, just in brief encounters he could already see how they were almost alien to each other. Zelda's sister was loud and annoying and fashionable, whereas Zelda was quiet and shy and hidden and insecure. As they headed out of Stark Hall and towards the food trucks, they'd end up passing by Ardere and Mary Sue - not that Percy noticed those two or thought much of them, but Zelda would likely notice Mary Sue. And Mary Sue might notice Zelda in turn.

"The line's shorter now, at least - I was going to jump in front of a car if it hadn't moved," Percy observed. The lunchtime rush was over, so now it was a pretty short line to get carnival food. And he was somewhat hungry. The snack Diana had given him after the ordeal hadn't been very much.

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Dunk Tanks -> Outside Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

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Just about every emotion known to humankind had to be swirling inside of April, as Sabine took her hands in her own. She had not fathomed that she'd be holding hands with Sabine fucking Bassard, the hottest girl to ever grace the halls of AA, when April had gotten up that morning. Being called gorgeous earlier by Sabine had already made April's heart flutter like a swarm of butterflies, desperate to escape the enclosure the kindergarten class was keeping them inside of for a science fair project. But now, with her hands in Sabine's soft, smooth, and delicate ones, April was in the eye of the storm of the hurricane of emotions.

She hadn't noticed before, but Sabine's eyes were a gorgeous hazel - flecks of green and brown intermingling together. April's own eyes dwelled on Sabine's face, and she couldn't help but take a small peak at Sabine's perfect lips. She dared to fantasize for a moment about what it would be like to kiss Sabine - what would her lips taste like? What would it feel like to cup Sabine's rosy cheeks in her hands, to hold that perfect girl? April decided kissing Sabine must have been like kissing Aphrodite - that the girl in front of her had to be the goddess of love in disguise, walking with the mortals just for fun.

The moment passed though, as did April's brief fantasy, as Sabine led her away from the dunk tanks - away from the Headmaster who was definitely going to be pissed if he realized April had been the one to shatter the tanks - and off after Danny and Mai. As worried and freaked and stressed as April was about Dorian and that horrific stalker, the butterfly storm swirling inside of her was an odd counterbalance, making everything feel somewhat surreal.

"Sorry, sorry, I kinda tend to ramble and then like can't really stop talking? Like, if you know that old meme where it's like do this or draw a million Uno cards it's like that, only it's shut up or draw a million Uno cards and I have like five gazillion cards in my hand at the end. I don't know if Danny's mentioned that - well I don't really know if he's said much of anything about me to you? He says all amazing things about you, btw, of course. Like, who wouldn't have only good things to say about you? Right? Um anyways so like also, I just got this nightmarish text from Dorian, so we do need to go find him really quickly - or I mean I need to, not that you need to, I'm not telling you what to do or anything, you can decide if you want to or if you don't want to and everything is chill and... Right, deep breaths, I'm going to stop right now and take a breath and..." April paused. Her fingers felt icy in Sabine's warm hands. As emotionally confusing and up and down as this moment was, she wished it would last forever - that she could just stay with her hands in Sabine's. April took a deep breath. "Sorry again - and um, thank you. For being so cool. And understanding. And like doing this - because you obvi don't have to, like, do this for a practical stranger. It's really cool of you. I mean, you're really cool. Sorry, I'll stop talking," April finished, laughing a bit nervously.

Eventually, they managed to catch up with Danny and Chi Mai, both of who looked a little lost. Ironically though, Agatha's tent was just around the corner, just out of sight. April didn't know that of course, having declined the map offered to her when she had first entered the carnival earlier - something she regretted. "Um this doesn't look like fortune telling... Unless Dorian wanted us to meet him at facepainting instead and I missed that?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Mall!
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Guin raised an eyebrow, reading the text that had come back from Mary. With the additional context Pietro had given (since honestly, if Guin remembered every person who was a bit weird around her, she wouldn't have much space in her brain to remember much else), it seemed like pretty much everyone had a negative opinion of this guy overall. "That... vaguely rings a bell, I think," Guin said. She couldn't really remember what Max looked like, but she did remember being moderately annoyed about things. It felt like a lifetime ago that they had been trapped inside Wanda's poisoned House of M reality, and while they had been there, Max hadn't been at the top of Guin's mind.

Meeting her murdered grandparents had probably been the highlight; but the memory that inevitably crawled to the surface, that she saw sometimes in her nightmares, was the murders Pietro committed gladly. While she loved him, she knew that there was a darkness to him, a madness that was lurking just beneath the surface, even here and now in this mildly depressing ghost of a mall.

She took a breath for a moment, reminding herself to focus on the present moment and not dwell on the nightmares of the past. "Mare says he might be there to, like, join the team. Which I guess we have an opening for another magic person with Runa back on Asgard and all. But the weird thing is, he knows Ed but Ed doesn't know him?" Guin reiterated. "So knowing how things tend to go with us, that's going to turn out to be some sort of fucking huge ass problem," she said with a sigh.

Guin then quickly shot off another text -

@Mary

Lmao wtf. Maybe Ed was replaced with a skrull briefly or something? Or maybe Ed was besties with him in Wanda's world? Idk. But I'm betting it means trouble. We never get a fucking day off, ugh.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Neil didn't really know what to make of Max spontaneously hugging Ed, acting like the two of them were long lost friends. At first, he figured that maybe Max had known Ed when Ed was a small boy, given that he suspected Max might have been far older than he appeared. Instead, Max explained that his magic sometimes caused him to experience vivid premonitions, ones that he could confuse for reality at times. While others might've been suspicious of that explanation, it sounded perfectly reasonable to Neil. "I have a great uncle who has that - or had," Neil offered. "He died in a car crash... The visions never had convenient timing from what I was told." He stared at Max, wondering if he'd go into a trance when a sentinel attacked or something, and give him a similar fate to Augustus Spellman.

His shyness didn't prevent him from all social interactions - and Max, as weird as he was, had a comforting presence to him. Neil had no intentions on talking about his curse or his family to him, but there was a playful, almost stupid chaos to Max's aura that felt safe. Of-All, one of the newer mutants on the team who Neil didn't know very well yet, seemed to Neil like she might've had a crush on Max. She struck him as somewhat giddy to hand Max a bottle of sparkling water.

He was curious about the answer to Bethany's question - if this newcomer was here to join the team, or maybe he was supposed to be a teacher? Maybe Xavier had decided to have a formal magic program now, with more mutants popping up with connections to the occult. Neil was fairly certain that Edus would've refused to teach the class had Xavier asked - and despite his family being comprised of Satanic witches and wizards, Neil knew very little magic himself. He was the normal one of the family.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

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Megan watched the carnage unfold, her face emotionless, as if she was watching a commercial about paint thinners. She watched the massive series of explosions, lighting up the shoreline, and the deadly shrapnel that went flying. They were safely out of range, leaving the pirates to the mercy of death. The screams of pain came next, creating the soundtrack for the morose scene. Megan didn't know if they were the screams of just pirates - or if perhaps her brother and their allies and some of the freed mermaids had gotten caught in the terrific display as well. But she watched and listened.

The ships were sinking, the flames roaring, and the sharks began their feast. The others then returned and Megan saw that her brother was alright - that Jack was alive. "That was a bit much, hmm?" she deadpaned to him, a joke. She honestly didn't think he had been excessive at all - and if he had been, then it was fine. He was allowed some dramatics from time to time.

"Shouldn't we wait, see if there are any survivors?" Megan asked. She didn't know if it was right for them to just deal this blow and vanish - there could be some pirates who survived, and it would be easy to handle them now while they were still frantic and scattered and afraid.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Train
Skills: N/A

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Nancy's watch had been uneventful. She hadn't really slept at all before it was her and Kristin's turn, instead just sitting by herself and taking some solace in the quiet and hush that had fallen over the car. Had the circumstances been less serious and dire, and had her questmates been comprised of friends instead of largely strangers, she might've doodled on the sleeping demigods. Most of her traveling companions today likely wouldn't have guessed it, but Nancy had somewhat of a soft spot for the occasional prank. The graveness of their present circumstances - the fact that no matter what, Nancy couldn't help but think about that place and those people every time she closed her eyes even briefly - obscured that lighter, more jovial side of them.

She figured that the Greeks figured she was a - in her own words - a goddamn megabitch. But she didn't care.

So instead of talking to the others and seeking out conversations during the ride, Nancy had listened to music instead. One of the modern demigods had helped her get the music she liked in a device she knew how to work, meaning that as the train pulled into Philadelphia, she was listening to Venus by Bananarama. She chuckled to herself slightly when the song had come on, as well as an ever so slight shake of her head. The universe had funny coincidences like that.

Nancy turned off the music, and pulled the earbuds out of her ears. They fell down in the process, but as she didn't use those weird ones without the wires, it wasn't an issue. She just put the jumbled mess back into her pocket, where the MP3 player was. Everyone looked pretty groggy, as Kristin told everyone it was time to get up and at them, and that they could head off to the station's lounge. "How long until the train leaves again?" Nancy asked. "I wouldn't mind getting a burger or a hot dog that hasn't been under a heat lamp since the Kennedy Assassination." She was somewhat hopeful maybe there was a good mall or something nearby, if they had the time. Some of the demigods had told her that mall culture wasn't really a thing anymore, which Nancy refused to believe. How could there not be a banging mall in every major city in America?!

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: N/A

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Leda smirked. She loved hearing Kiera call her her knight. She liked the idea of protecting her lady from dragons and evil wizards and all sorts of chaotic things, and she definitely wouldn't protest to see Kiera dressed like a princess from an old myth. She could feel Kiera's body heat up against her skin, and had they not been a) underwater, b) in front of Kiera's father's guards or c) in front of her sister, Leda might've been in the mood to continue the roleplay a little bit further. But alas, it was not meant to be. "Got it, just like a horse, lovely," she said. She had ridden horses a few times - not often, because they were annoying slow, but once or twice.

The ride felt like it took an eternity - Leda was getting somewhat impatient by the time they arrived, feeling like they must've been going in circles or looking at the same aquatic scenery, it got old so so fast. But she didn't want to be rude, so she didn't say anything. But Kiera likely was able to tell all the same, as Leda got more and more fidgety by the minute. Demigods weren't good at staying still. Demigods with the gift of super speed had it extra bad - Leda's ADHD had ADHD.

Camp Fish-blood looked pretty much like a knock-off Camp Half-blood to her - making Leda wonder if there was an aquatic New Rome copycat somewhere else on the ocean floor. Did the fish people demigods also have that Greek-Roman line split? And who were the parents of these aquatic demigods - did she have any fish people siblings down here? Her thoughts scattered slightly as she took in the defense preparations, that these demigods were getting ready for a battle. "Looks like that, darling," she answered Sera. "But we'll be fine. No need to fret. This is why we're here - where we're meant to be."

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Ogobrogo@Blizz@Ever Faithful@Kirah@Natsu

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1:10 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@Ever Faithful@Natsu@TrainerBlue192: Once Ardere has left the tent, with her new shiny magic item courtesy of the witch Agatha Harkness, it's Dorian's turn to go inside and get his fortune told. Mary Sue is of course welcome to wait outside if she'd like to continue chatting with him afterwards, or perhaps Ardere is the next candidate for her to try to make friends with? If not, there's always other activities going on at the carnival - maybe one or both of them wants to try out sword fighting? Or dunking the Headmaster Coulson?

@BlueSky44@Forsythe@Nallore@Kirah@Blizz:

Roll Recaps

Mads - becomes irrationally angry with Ser Megan
Zari - no effect (somewhat because Asgardians already want to fight everyone lol)
Vicky - no effect
Andy - becomes irrationally angry with Ser Megan
SELENE! - no effect
Leah - becomes irrationally angry with Ser Megan

"My goodness! In agreeance with the oracles and the prophecies and the fair maidens of the east, ye haft doneth it!" the King exclaimed, their words getting even more incomprehensible and confusing, as they saw the foam sword shatter against Leah's hair. "A winner of this round of the tourney, we doth have! You shall advance to cross swords with more, yes? What is your name, brave ser knight? So that the bards and the sweet small children might singeth it in agreeance with what is right and just!"

The King wasn't touching the conflict between Zari and Vicky with a ten foot pole - they really did not want to deal with it. So they did what they did with everything they didn't want to deal with, they ignored it. Besides, given that they were also annoyed with Ser Megan, it was much more fun for them to focus on the girls failing to sword fight and instead doing what looked like a sword boxing match from an SNL skit?

"Do you know what we do to witches in Otherworld?" Ser Megan asked Madalyne plainly. She feinted forward, managing to catch Mads off guard, and Megan held her foam sword at Madalyne's throat. "Yield or die, witchbreed," Ser Megan warned. Not that she was ACTUALLY going to kill her, right? Plus, the sword was made out of foam - foam couldn't hurt people, right? No one from the club seemed to be concerned about Ser Megan threatening death, and the King had even said these fights were to the death, so it all had to be pretend.... right??? RIGHT??? RIGHT???!?!?!??!?!?

@Ogobrogo: With his roommate out, there's no one around in the room to bother Teddy - or perhaps tell him about the problematic history of Dr. McCoy and suggest perhaps a better author with fewer war crimes to read from. The carnival being hard for him was unfortunately not surprising - that was the danger about being friends mostly with upperclassmen. Hopefully though, once school got underway properly, the loneliness would get a little bit easier. But the universe seemed to have something else in mind for him. There was a rap-rap-rap at the door. "Mr. Thompson? I was hoping if I could have your assistance," an elderly voice, with a faux British-ish accent, called out.

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Percy Novikov

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Location: Stark Hall - First Floor
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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"You weren't there, Diana - you showed up after the fact. They're a pack of vicious, cruel assholes," Percy swore. Was he exaggerating? Maybe just a little bit. But again, he wouldn't fess up to it. He was purposefully leaving out that he had lost control of his own powers, triggering the entire situation as he had bumped into Dorian. As much as Percy prided himself on being right and being logical, he was also incredibly emotional. He was angry and pissed, so sure, maybe he'd exaggerate things a little bit to save face.

He listened to Zelda recounting her story - and if he were being honest, he had no idea what her powers were. Some sort of image projection, it sounded like? He was sure that whatever she had shown this girl couldn't have been that bad. Maybe she had projected a picture of some fanart she had seen of She-Hulk and Daredevil kissing, and the girl had run away in fright? Zelda struck him as the geeky type, purely based on the bear she had been holding. He didn't have much else to go off of. Oh, and the name - he figured it was hard not to be a geek when you were named Zelda.

"People are idiots anyways," Percy said, attempting to be somewhat reassuring to her. "I wouldn't bother with too many of them." A few were fine. Percy would rather go for quality over quantity when it came to friends. He also just had issues in general when it came to trusting other people - he'd much rather rely on himself. Why introduce new variables that he couldn't control?

"We were going to head to fortune telling, I'm sure that girl must be gone by now. Can't imagine why she'd hang around outside the tent all day."

If they ran into Dorian and the other assholes though, Percy might just lose his mind...

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Dunk Tanks
Skills: Hydrokinesis
~First Day Fit~

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To say April was flustered and emotionally knocked on her ass when Sabine came on over was an understatement.

She wished that the ground would swallow her hole - or that she would be able to just open her eyes and find herself in bed, and this had all been a bad dream. Maybe one of the kids with magic or reality warping powers had done a not-so-funny prank on everyone at school, making them live out their worst nightmare versions of a first day of school. She wanted oh so desperately to be able to just have nothing have happened, for this to be a distressing dream she could recount to her friends later and get a mixture of shocked gasps and stifled chuckles.

More than anything, April didn't want to take responsibility for the words that had flooded out of her mouth like an oil spill.

There were a lot of days - more than April would admit - where she wanted to run away from herself and just be anyone else. With the gorgeous girl in front of her, the light perfectly playing with tones of Sabine's hair, April wished a meteorite would crash into Earth's atmosphere and nail her perfectly in the face. Nice and quick, a real blink and you miss it moment, and sure people would be sad, but at least April wouldn't have to feel the things she was feeling.

"Oh my gosh, I am SO SO SO SO sorry!!" April apologized frantically. "I regretted saying it the minute I said it, my mouth tends to just have a mind of its own and then I just can't stop saying things but that is 1000% on me, I don't know you super well - but you're besties with my bestie so you have to be pretty cool and you have amazing hair, by the way, if you want to share your hair care routine? Wait, shit, sorry, here I go, rambling again. I am really sorry about that. You had made the joke when we were heading over here about mind wiping the teachers so I, like, assumed that it was fair game but that was wrong of me and I promise I'll never do it again."

"Again, so very very very sorry. But there's nothing eating at me - I'm completely fine - thanks for asking though!! Like, I appreciate it because again as we've just established we don't know each other very well so I guess maybe I seem like I'm not fine, but I am fine - not that I'm like fine fine because I think that's kinda obnoxious when people say that about themselves, but I'm like oh she's doing well, she's vibing, she out here - that sorta fine if that makes sense?" April's face was bright red. She was trying very much not to think about that, and instead to try to slow down her own tongue, but she already tended to word vomit when she wasn't nervous and stressed - and being confronted by her crush on the first day of school for a poorly chosen joke, right after her besties had a nightmare of an interaction with a freshie? April had never been this stressed out before in her life.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when Danny shouted at her and Sabine that it was time to go meet up with Dorian. Once her heart rate had calmed down a little bit, she glanced down at her phone, seeing that there was a text from Dorian. Clicking on it, she opened up the image and... April's jaw dropped. "Oh my god, I need to go find Dorian right now!!"

Behind them, at the dunk tanks, Coulson had just managed to hoist himself back up onto his seat. There was then a loud CRACK! as the tank suddenly exploded, the water exerting high levels of pressure up against the glass. Luckily, none of the glass hit anyone or anything, but it did mean that the dunk tanks were out of commission - something Headmaster Coulson honestly probably did not mind very much...

April turned her head, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit... was that me??? Did I do that? Oh gods, I hope he isn't hurt, please please please be okay..."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Mall!
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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"You didn't wanna do it though, so I'm finding a friend who would," Guin told Pietro with a shrug. She liked spending time with other people anyways. Sure, a lot of people probably thought that she and Pietro were joined at the hip - and sometimes that was true - but Guin also liked having time where she wasn't with her husband. It kept things interesting. And sometimes, the speedster just wasn't at all interested in the activities she wanted to do, largely because of the handicap posed by his powers. Guin popped another bit of pretzel bite into her mouth, finishing off the container, as she glanced down at her phone as they walked to GameStop.

"Who... Oh shit, I do remember this guy," Guin muttered, talking to herself. "Do you remember the guy who was, like, kinda obsessed with you? From Wanda's big moment. Curly haired guy named Max? Apparently he's at the mansion, Mare just texted." Guin was doing her best to try to focus and remember what she could about Max, which honestly wasn't very much. There were other things from the House of M reality that were more permanently burned into her mind. She did remember that she hadn't particularly liked him. "I forget, why don't we like him again?"

She shot off some quick texts, first to Mary and then to Lance -

@Mary

Lmao I forgot about that fucking guy. What's he want from us? Not like we're magic people, tho I guess maybe we are now with fucking Ed and Neil around....

@Lance

I'm going to GameStop with Pietro rn, if you wanna come - Mare just texted me that there's some weirdo at the mansion rn, might not be a bad idea to kill some more time before going back to Xavier's Prison for Gifted Youngsters.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Neil warmed up ever so slightly to Max at his apology - 500 years old or not, he seemed to at least a kind wi- Neil's thoughts then abruptly derailed, his blood chilling as Max clearly recognized Neil's surname. As Max snapped his fingers, Neil instinctively braced himself, ready to get hit in the face with a fireball or something by the gorgeous wizard. He knew this day would come, that someone from the magical community would show up to take him out, that his family's legacy would -

"...What?" Neil mumbled, completely shocked to find that he had not been burnt to a crisp, and instead, Max was rambling on about different fictional magical families. "...I'm from Ithaca...," Neil then added, not adding on the New York State part of the location, because who could possibly assume he meant the Greek island? He felt incredibly flustered and tongue tied, and a bit weak in the knees, if he were being honest, as it became clear to him that Max had no idea about the real Spellman family. So he would have no reason to want to burn Neil alive. Not yet, at least. And Neil could operate under not yet. He could live with that.

"Uh, y-yeah," Neil answered Bethany. "Um, I've been working on Curse of Strahd some - thinking we could adapt that... You haven't played it before, have you?" he asked her. It occurred to him that it might've been stupid to start putting in work on that, without checking to make sure his players hadn't played it before. It was a pretty popular adventure, a lot of people liked to use it in their campaigns. "It's spooky and stuff, some horror elements, I think it'd be pretty wicked."

They reached the kitchen, and Max had asked them about their powers. "Um, I can move things with my mind - and briefly reanimate dead bodies..." Neil mumbled. He had gotten some more practice with his newer power of necromancy with his family, but it had clear limitations to it. He couldn't do anything with ghosts or spirits - the most he could really use it for was to make zombies. He was quiet as Max then tackled Ed basically with a tight hug, wincing slightly in sympathy. He guessed that Ed and Max must've known each other - Max seemed to already know half of the team anyways, so Neil wasn't too shocked.

Song of Heroes - a Percy Jackson RP (Morose & DragonicQueen)

The Stables...

That struck a chord with Lorna - one that she had been somewhat obsessing over in the back of her mind. Fable had suggested to her that maybe she needed to think things over, when it came to whether or not she liked girls. As the thought went back into the front of Lorna's mind, her stomach twisted with anxiety. They were both still just learning - about what cool creatures had multiple tails, how to say things, and... Lorna didn't think too much, before she spoke - not this time.

"Hey, Kitty? Can I ask you something? Because I was talking with Fable the other day, when we were off in the woods and you had run off and - sorry again about that - but like... Anyways we were talking about things and like it got me wondering and like of course this isn't a thing for like me to worry about or anything, but like... Ugh sorry I feel like I'm just, like, vomiting out words right now - guess I didn't get my dad's skill with language, he's supposed to be really persuasive and stuff - but... How do you know when you like someone?"

Her heart was pounding, and she was still holding onto Kitty - something she then became INCREDIBLY aware of as she asked this question. Lorna was confused and twisted up inside about it all, but maybe Kitty could give her some sort of answer here - not that Lorna wanted to tell Kitty that she was confused about it or anything like that, the thought for whatever reason made Lorna feel mortified.

Star Crossed: a Star Wars Story (BlueSky44 & Morose)

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Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight

25 pts (Light-Side)

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Raynor smiled falsely at Jarothe, committing that number to memory. He could somewhat see the shape of how Jarothe would try to defend himself in court, but truthfully Raynor wasn't a politician. He didn't know every expert detail as to how Jarothe would attempt to distort the truth. And even then, Raynor's attention was pulled away. He could feel something gnawing at him through the Force, some sort of warning, there was something wrong here, something wronger than they had realized, there was -

Pshish! The doors opened up quickly, revealing a small army of battle droids. They didn't hesitate to open fire at Raynor, not caring that Shakka was directly in the line of fire. Raynor's early warning from the Force had given him just enough time, and he threw Shakka with the Force out of harm's way. He had been as gentle as he could, continuing the fluid motion to draw his lightsaber, deflecting the blaster shots as best as he could. His number one priority in this situation was to protect Shakka, the innocent. But they were cornered. The droids had the advantage here. The only exit was blocked. And Raynor had the sense that mere battle droids weren't the only ones here for him - that something nastier, like Destroyers, could just be moments away.

"I see that we are not going to be coming to an agreement then, are we, Jarothe?" Raynor said through gritted teeth. "The Council will be disappointed."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

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Megan wasn't interested in taking any of the gold - maybe if it had been cursed, she would take some out of curiosity, but money had never particularly interested her beyond as a means to survival. She had what she needed, and she didn't need this. Besides, lifting all the gold would bring unneeded attention to them during their efforts to sabotage Hook's men. So instead of looting the pirates, Megan quietly left the ship, making her way stealthily and quietly back down to the dock.

She heard more screams sounding off, and as she turned her head, she could see the bright red flames in the general direction her brother had gone. She assumed that had to be him and his magic. She just hoped he had it under control - or at least, aimed in the right direction. Megan then turned her attention back to what she needed to do, trusting that her brother would be fine, as she rejoined Sierra and her father and began to make their way away. She didn't offer a word to them as to what she had been doing, mostly as talking was not ideal for being stealthy.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Train
Skills: Prophecy

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Nancy scoffed slightly as the Bacchus boy referred to her and Zeke as Diana and Apollo. If one of her friends had compared her to Lady Diana, Nancy would've taken it as a compliment - but from Bacchus spawn, she was certain he meant it as an insult. She wasn't going to bother explaining herself to him though. It wasn't worth the time and effort. At least Zeke did seem to be in agreement with her on that one, as he had previously echoed her sentiments about leaving Cassian out of any musical inquest. Nancy hadn't been kidding when she had said she would prefer to be arrested than sing with him.

She didn't notice that Demetri was in a bit of a sour mood, largely because - true to her words - Nancy didn't really spend time thinking about him. Instead, she was thinking about the watch structures. Kristin had volunteered to go first, only for Zeke to interject that he and Demi would. Nancy realized she should've anticipated that. Truthfully, her ideal watch partner would have been Joanie, but there was an even number of them. And just as Nancy had been about to volunteer to take watch with Janelle, as Joanie would give them a third pair of eyes to help make up for Janelle's blindness somewhat, Cassian spoke up. His voice felt like nails on a chalkboard. But by the grace of the gods, he had good sense not to pick Nancy.

"Fine, that's fine," Nancy said, her words clipped as she was relegated to taking watch with Kristin. She followed with her eyes as Demetri and Zeke went to the back of the car, before finding a spot off by herself. She hesitated for a moment, as if what she was about to do was going to be some great evil sin, before she reached into her overall pockets. Nancy pulled out a deck of well worn tarot cards. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her question. What lies in the path ahead of us? Her hands were trembling and the back of her throat felt dry, before the familiar sense of compulsion overtook her, and Nancy pulled a singular card from the shuffled deck. She opened her eyes, staring at it - the Seven of Wands.

"More monsters," she muttered, before putting the card away and shoving the deck back into her pocket. She didn't need the curse of prophecy to be able to see that. It wasn't a quest without monsters to challenge them along the way.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: N/A

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Leda had a lot of questions about Camp Fish-blood, the primary one being why children of Poseidon weren't trained there. Not that she was complaining, of course - she rather liked having Kiera at Camp Half-blood, although Leda guessed that Sera being here meant that the Poseidon cabin would no longer be a private little place for just the two of them to go to. Things were changing, for better or for worse. But it was probably selfish, Leda recognized, to be worrying about that when the fate of the universe and civilization was in the balance, hinging on this series of Greco-Roman quests. She headed out of the throne room with Sera and Kiera, a bit relieved to no longer be in front of Poseidon (the Big Three were scary as shit).

The hippocampi were outside, three of them again, meaning she would have to share one with Kiera - something Leda also wasn't complaining about. "Sure, luv, can't be that much different than driving stick, eh?" Leda teased. She got one foot in and then swung the other leg over, mounting the gorgeous little creature. She then offered a hand down to Kiera. "My lady," she said with a smirk, "if you would be so kind as to hop on up here."