Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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

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Bonnie's eyes danced slightly, flaring grey, as Max conjured up an owl, handing her the tiny soft toy. It was more appropriate than he had realized. Although, assumed that this was a sign that he did understand her nature - that he could see the goddess she had given her soul to within her. She accepted the toy, bouncing the baby slightly as she did her best to soothe her, but Bonnie had business to attend to. She couldn't pull out all the stops to soothe her little owlette. "Thank you," she said to Max. Her eyes turned to Miranda as she walked on over, regarding her somewhat with suspicion. She didn't know her.

Carolina, though, Bonnie welcomed openly. She returned her hug halfway with one arm, keeping the other to have a firm grip on her baby. "I've been better," she told Carolina. "And yes, my husband has a name and yes, I can give you evidence to think about, if you give me a moment to speak," Bonnie said somewhat sharply. She didn't appreciate Lance dismissing her so quickly.

She reached into her pocket and brought out what looked like a smart phone, and tapped it twice. A holographic recording then played. They would see a dark haired man in the parking lot of a Safeway, carrying bags full of what looked like baby supplies, suddenly attacked by squat man with elf-like ears and bulging eyeballs. The fight was pathetic and clearly one sided. The dark haired man burst into flames, blasting the other man away to defend himself. The pampers were incinerated, a casualty of the attack. Not too long afterwards, a metal pod scooped the dark haired man up and rocketed him up into the sky. The recording then ended.

"This happened this morning. My husband is Magneto's son. The man in the recording goes by Peepers and is a known accomplice of Erik Lensherr." The baby was continuing to cry, even with Bonnie's attempts to soothe her. "I came to the X-Men for help because my SHIELD squad has disbanded - and I don't trust that a SHIELD response wouldn't end in mass casualties."

Guin listened to the story and watched the recording, raising an eyebrow. "So this is definitely connected then. Sick. Sure, we're headed up to go get our people back - they're on some whacked out space version of Genosha - and we can get your husband back." She had recognized the man in the recording and Carolina had confirmed it - Frederick Flynn. He had been Pietro's brother in the alternate reality Wanda made. It had always seemed a bit random and odd, but now it made sense. That was Pietro's brother. Magneto really was just being sloppy with his pull out game.

I think someone needs to send your dad a box of condoms and an instructional pamphlet, Guin suggested to Pietro. Because he basically has his own soccer team's worth of kids now. The baby then must've been Pietro's niece. And because she was married to him, her niece. I'm way too young to be an aunt, gross. First Wanda, now this chick? Bleh. Thank god I don't have any siblings. She shuddered at the thought. It was one of the few things Guin felt proud of her mother for - having one accident kid (her) and stopping there.

But Bonnie's story did speak to another worry - the scale of this problem. How many mutants were up on that asteroid? How many people had Magneto sent his minions out to attack - and why had that little gremlin man decided to attack someone who controlled fire? Shouldn't he have tried something easier, like maybe some friendly fire with Toad?

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Neil Spellman

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

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Neil was surprised as a man with the most punchable face he had ever seen walked up to greet him. He reminded Neil of the annoying child from the Polar Express - the one that went on about do you know what kind of train this is and whatnot. He reminded Neil of a douchey reality TV contestant, someone who just wouldn't take a hint, and the audience hated and the producers adored. He reminded Neil of his Great Aunt Aiglamene's ex-husband, who she had shot and killed on Halloween, and who's ghost continued to haunt the family to this day.

Neil had never met this man before, but he knew one thing - he hated him. He hated Fabian Cortez.

And he learned that he really did love Perry already, as she also found Fabian's face very punchable. "I'll help," he offered, as Perry asked permission to deck Fabian. He didn't care if it meant that Fabian wouldn't help them to a ship to get off of this place, there had to be someone who didn't reek of privilege on this station. Maybe Fabian's mutant power was to draw ire? "Also - who are the acolytes? Is that the Christian version of the Brotherhood?" Neil asked, rather skeptical.

The news that mutantkind didn't like the X-Men because of Genosha... It made Neil sad. Yes, most of the X-Men had been off in space during it - but he, Carolina, and Mira had been on Earth. They had been available. Sure, they were dealing with Neil's family issues, but that honestly hadn't taken more than a week or so to sort out. And they had never once made it to the ill fated mutant homeland. If mutants didn't want the X-Men, then... what was the point? It was one thing to protect a world that hated and feared them, but for their fellow mutants to despise them this much? He didn't know what to do about that.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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Percy Novikov

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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Percy was quietly vibrating with excitement as he entered Agatha's tent. It was filled with a thousand curiosities, and he wished that he had the time to sit down and dissect them all, one by one. He could already invent a myriad of stories in his mind for each and every thing - maybe the tea set carelessly set on top of a trunk had been used in the poisoning of an ancient princess. Maybe the broom leaning up against a cabinet was the inspiration for Disney's Sorcerer Mickey. The jeweled brooch Agatha wore might contain the soul of the god of a long dead religion, fueling her eternal youth.

He was fascinated.

But Percy did not vibrate the way that others his age did - he wasn't shaking or twitching. No, it was more a sort of restless hunger in his eyes, a need to devour all of the mysteries inside Agatha's tent. The fact that it was bigger on the inside than the outside hardly struck him, he was so focused on the wonderment all around him.

"Nice cat. It's on brand for you, Agatha," Percy said casually, offering his hand to the tiny black cat. He didn't make eye contact with the kitty cat, not wanting to come off as a threat. "I'm Percy Novikov, I've heard of you from a family friend." That family friend happened to be one of Agatha's former pupils, as his mothers were both Avengers and had been on a squad with the Scarlet Witch for a bit.

Agatha was somewhat relieved to see just an ordinary mutant boy standing in front of her - no hints of divinity, no omega level potential, nothing special. It still struck her from time to time how intertwined with the fate of the universe the students of the Margaret Carter Institute could be, but this boy, he was no one. It was comforting. "I'm sorry that I can't say the same," Agatha replied. "Take a seat, dear. And let me know what the sorceress Agatha Harkness can divine for you?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. Agatha was one of those types who spoke in the third person, then. He hated it when people did that. It made them all seem like they came out of a comic book, rather than real life. Though, he supposed the lines between those were blurred at this point - the truth was pretty much just as strange as fiction in his experience. And he hadn't even been alive that long - just thirteen years or so.

"Dealer's choice," Percy settled on. "Despite popular belief, I don't actually think I know everything, so I don't know what question to ask. I'd like a birds eye view of my future," he requested. He had been mulling this over in the back of his mind since talking to Diana about it, and this ended up making the most sense. If tarot predicted the story of his life, his story had just begun. He didn't have a good idea for the themes and the motifs yet.

Yes, this boy was ordinary, normal, and safe. Agatha nodded and twitched her fingers. The tarot cards flew up into the air and shuffled themselves, making intricate patterns - including an inverted mobius strip and briefly the spoke of a wheel - as they danced. Agatha gasped suddenly, a burning image appearing in her mind. She saw a floating white tower, gleaming in the sun. And then it was gone. The vision faded.

"Is there a problem?" Percy asked, somewhat concerned she might be about to die on him - she was rather old.

"No, child," Agatha mused, her mind racing. She had recognized the tower. She looked at Percy again and something struck her. She paused for another moment, before three tarot cards settled down in front of him - the first card tried to somehow pop up twice, sitting down and hopping up and then settling again. One by one, they turned over to reveal their contents.

"The past - the beginning of your story - is the Ace of Swords," Agatha narrated. "Swords as a suit in tarot represent our intellect, our mental powers. As this is your story, I believe this is you - your personal card, if you will. A bright young man with a fierce and dedicated mind, facing a treacherous path stretching out ahead of him.

"Now as for the present, you drew a card from the Major Arcana. These cards indicate major spiritual forces at work in your life - the will of the universe. This card is the Lovers. As I am sure you can gather, the Lovers is a card of love - of communication and connection, emotional vulnerability and honesty, a love that is meant to be. You, Percy Novikov, are in love."

Percy scoffed. "I was with you up until then - I'm not in love," he interjected. "Unless we're talking about self-love, then sure. I love myself. But I'm not in love with anyone." His face betrayed him though. As much as he wanted to convey annoyance, a slight reddish tinge rose in his cheeks. He wasn't in love with anyone. But if there was anyone he had been attracted to, even briefly...

"The cards do not lie," Agatha said firmly. "You are in love, Percy Novikov," she continued, somewhat harshly, as her gaze settled on the third card - the card dictating his future. "You drew another card from the Major Arcana, another spiritual force. The Moon. This is a card of wild forces, of intuition and fear and confusion and the unknown made manifest. This is a card of the lone wolf who howls in the darkness, whose goals and actions are ineffable. You will be alone, Percy Novikov - and at the whims of madness."

She flicked her hand and another card shot down - the Eight of Pentacles. "Yes, you are at the mercy of an unknowable mistress, a powerful being who moves under the pale silver light."

His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't know what to think of any of that. It had seemed plausible at first - that he was starting out his journey with a keen intellect and ready mind, Percy already knew that to be true. But being in love with someone? And then... serving some sort of mad force of the moon? Percy didn't know what to make of that. It sounded ridiculous. The first bit more than the second part. Maybe the Moon actually was referring to his sister, Diana, and that she was going to need his help with something in the future. Agatha didn't know anything about him - how could she begin to interpret these cards?

"If I'm alone, then that's so much for this love," he said somewhat antagonistically. "And got it, I won't sell my soul to any creepy women glowing with moonlight, that sounds easy enough to avoid." As soon as he said it though, he felt fate's threads tighten around him. That was how most Greek tragedies happened - someone trying to avoid something, and instead, it happened.

"Yes, I am sure that is a comfort to you, knowing you will lose your only love," Agatha said dryly. She did not like Percy Novikov. He had gone from being comfortingly ordinary to frustratingly not. And now he was arguing with her about her reading. Agatha hated it when people argued.

"I'm not the romantic type," Percy agreed, standing up from the chair. "But you know that, don't you? You saw everything about me unfold before you in those cards, there's no way that a single detail could've been misinterpreted, but let's see... Who am I in love with, Agatha? Because I sure as hell don't know and your entire thing falls apart right there!"

Agatha saw red. She ordinarily would not have revealed a detail like this about the future. She tried to keep things vague, to keep things open to interpretation. She didn't want to force things like this on a person. But he had challenged her. And Agatha Harkness did not back down from a challenge. Another card hit the table like a bullet - the Wheel of Fortune. Another Major Arcana pull. Another major force. Agatha's eyes let her see what others could not.

"You are in love with Dorian Gray," Agatha said, her words cutting like a knife.

"What?!" Percy shouted, unable to help himself. His heart was pounding a million miles a second. Dorian Gray?! The asshole who had possessed him with the gorgeous eyes?! There was no way in the world that Percy could ever love him - ever love someone like him. "You must be looking into someone else's future - I despise that idiot."

"Love and hate, how easily the brain confuses them," Agatha shot back. She did not mean her own brain.

"This is - this is insane." He barely bit back a comment that Agatha needed to get her eyes checked - or that maybe she was actually being fired because she lacked any magical skill. But logically, he knew neither of those things were true. Agatha Harkness was the greatest witch of countless generations. Her tarot readings were not a parlor trick. If she predicted something would come to pass...

Percy vowed right then and there to avoid Dorian Gray at all costs.

He would not fall in love.

He would not let this prophecy come true - self-fulfilling or otherwise.

"Thanks, I think I've heard enough," Percy said abruptly, getting up from his seat. The chair scraped the ground.

Agatha almost said good. She did not really want to give this boy a trinket. But she really did need to clear out her stuff and make more room for new relics once she had moved to New Orleans. She reached into thin air and pulled out a pocket watch. She had acquired it from a friend of hers who had been interested in whether or not Agatha could translate the transcription - as far as they could tell, the language was nonexistent. It was untranslatable. But the watch itself was nice, correctly telling time no matter when they were.

"Take this, young hero. You'll need it," Agatha said. She tossed the watch to Percy.

Percy caught the watch, and his eyes briefly crossed as he stared at the inscription. He couldn't read it. Percy had never been able to not read something in ages. He couldn't remember a time when all languages just made sense to him. "What's it say?" he asked Agatha.

"I have no idea," she replied. "If you ever figure it out, do be a dear and send a raven my way with the translation. I have a standing bet on it."

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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

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3:00 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@Trainerblue192@Forsythe: Indeed, it turned out that these two were messing with the same bits of paneling. It wouldn't take Vicky too long to find a seam that would allow her to open it up and look inside. She'd see some rat droppings on the ground near it - it seemed like a furry little critter might've been making a home inside of it. In fact, there was an entire section that wasn't sealed down well, leaving an opening big enough for the rodent.

But that probably wouldn't be as important as these things: 1) cold spots, the temperature was abnormally low here, and 2) she was picking up what sounded like radio static, something that almost sounded like... a voice. But there was no one in her vicinity.

Of course, ghost!Dorian had his head inside of the console, so he might not be able to see Vicky at first. Inside of the console, he'd see more chewed up wiring, some bags of trash that looked like it had been assembled into a nest, and about FORTY SIX BABY RATS! They were newborns, their eyes not even opened yet, and with no fur. They looked like squishy little wriggling gummy worms. The rat parents didn't seem to be present, but they couldn't be far.

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

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April was becoming used to going bright pink today, as Sabine Bassard returned with a sword. She swallowed somewhat thickly. She loved a girl with a sword. There was something just incredibly enticing and exciting about it - something that made her stand up a little bit straighter. Swords had an elegance to them that guns didn't have - as well as a sense of honor. "N-nice sword!" April stammered. "Does it have a name? Every good sword has a name. If it doesn't have a name, maybe you could name it after, like, umm, hmm... Oh! I know. You could name it after Atalanta - she's this super cool chick from Greek myths, didn't want to get married and she was super tough and all so she held, like, a marriage contest and beat everyone until like I think Aphrodite or someone decided to meddle in things. But she rocks!" April could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of her face. "I mean, aside from getting trapped in a marriage with a man, but that isn't really her fault - like, how was she supposed to resist the golden apples or whatever it was the dude was throwing to distract her... Or you could go with the She-Ra route and name the sword the Sword of Protection, that's also cool and totally on brand!"

Thankfully, April managed to stop her blabber mouth. Somehow. Maybe Aphrodite was deciding to take pity on her. She didn't say anything about Dorian vanishing, as he would do this from time to time, and she hadn't seen him run off, so it probably just meant that he had gone ghost and would be back in a bit.

And someone else seemed to also be struggling right now - namely Teddy. April would've had to be blind and dumb to not notice something was going on with the local bear of AA. The horrible freshman from earlier - not the one that Danni had torched, the other one - was even poking him in the biceps, asking if he had died.

"Awww, you guys are soooo cute!!!!" April then squealed, seeing the playfulness between Mai and Diana. "Okay, I ship it, but what's the ship name gonna be? DiMai? Maiana? I kinda like Maina, not gonna lie. Or... Chi Di? DiChi? Ooo yes I like DiChi! It reminds me of that like dollar store, Daiso? Love Daiso. Would love to go to one again soon. Gotta get some hi-chews." She could see it, too. Chi Mai and Diana going to the fall school dance - the Monster Mash as it was officially called, given that it typically came up around Halloween. And then one day they'd get married, both of them in a tux, and they'd live happily ever after and travel the galaxy, fighting monsters and kicking ass and kissing and...

April had to stop the fanfic in her mind from spiraling out of control.

She also didn't like that Diana had brought up Danni roasting Percy - that had happened ages ago and it was totally uncool of her to do so. April didn't want Danni to feel upset. Besides, Percy had totally deserved that anyways. But everyone else had moved on from this it seemed, so April hadn't said anything.

"She-Ra cosplays at the Monster Mash dance!!" April chimed in, her eyes wide. She had a few ideas for who she might want to be in She-Ra - Mermista was an obvious choice, since April's control over water mapped really well with Mermista's powers. But she also had a strong resemblance to Perfuma - a cute blonde who was really to fuck shit up. "Should I be Perfuma? Or Mermista? Wait, who are you all going to be? Sabine is obvi gonna be She-Ra. Because, you know, sword."

But She-Ra cosplays would have to wait.

Because April's little sister was summoning FLAMING BEES.

"Zelda!!!!" Okay, maybe shouting wasn't the best move here. But April was TERRIFIED of bees. Not only was Zelda being totally uncool, but FLAMING BEES were swarming around them. And from experience, April knew that Zelda's creations were tangible. She screamed. April threw her hands out in front of her, reflexively trying to send water flying into the bees, but she couldn't get it together, there weren't enough sources of water to pull from, and all she sent out instead was a pitiful tiny mist. "Stop it with the bees!!!!" April begged, closing her eyes tightly, as if that would somehow keep the bees from stinging her.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Burger King
Skills: N/A

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Ladies, this is Alexios God of Parties and also my betrothed. Long story.

Nancy had initially focused on the second bit of that sentence, due to its aggressively shocking nature. Or maybe her brain had purposefully just missed that first bit of information, in an attempt to keep her calm. But now Demetri's introduction of his fiancé rang through her mind as Alexios proposed a party bus of all things. "No," Nancy said firmly. Her fingers twitched slightly. She would not be riding in a party bus. She would rather rip all of her nails off one by one and then eat them, feeling their bloody and jagged edges scrape down the inside of her throat. She would rather scoop out her own eyeballs and offer them as a ritualistic boon. She would rather drink nothing but poison for the rest of her days.

"You can all go on the party bus, but I won't be going. I'd rather travel by train alone and meet you on the Strip." Solo travel was never a good idea for a demigod - it was its own sort of death sentence - but Nancy wasn't budging. She already was going to be drowning in her own trauma at the Lotus Hotel and Casino. She wasn't interested in pre-gaming that experience. Her hands shook slightly as she reached for her shake and took another sip. Her thoughts drifted briefly towards Mads and Niah. She wished they were here. She wouldn't need to explain this boundary over and over again if they were. The suggestion wouldn't have even been made.

Grody ass Greeks.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: N/A

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Leda took the reins of the hippocampus that had been offered to her - the first time she actually got to be the one holding the reins and whatnot, actually. Every other time, she had been (lovingly) holding onto her girlfriend. "Do you like to go fast, little fella?" Leda murmured to her hippocampus, petting it slightly on the nose. "I do too. So if you could be a speedy little thing... I'd be fucking chuffed." Leda hoped that the hippocampus understood her, even though she didn't have any magical Poseidon powers to bridge that communication gap. She absently wondered for a moment if maybe she could talk to butterflies - they were kinda rainbow themed, right?

Leda swung herself up onto the hippocampus, and speedily followed Kiera and Sera along the way. The trip was pretty short, which Leda was thankful for, as her attention span was even shorter. She hopped off of her hippocampus, still keeping a hold on the reins just in case. The sight over the ridge was horrible. The blood in Leda's body began to pump at double time. She could see the titan himself - and his thousand strong army. But most importantly, he had the object they had been sent to retrieve.

"Yeah, that's Poseidon's trident," Leda whispered to Sera.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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

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That was an interesting concept - that they had been challenged specifically to keep them out. Magneto had wanted his strongest up on the asteroid, under their assumptions - and his followers hadn't wanted the X-Men there. Had the X-Men and the Brotherhood not been bitter enemies for years, it might've shocked Guin. It didn't cross her mind to perhaps feel ashamed that a mutant nation would not welcome the X-Men with open arms; she didn't consider that maybe their group had failed in their purpose, too distracted being superheroes to be mutantkind's heroes.

Jaclyn's point was once again valid. Guin formed another snap judgment about the new member of the group - she was very thoughtful. Some people in this business got jumpy and impatient and impulsive over the years. It was nice to have someone capable of breaking things down, even if Guin found her thoughts (and everyone else's) a bit slow for her taste. That was one nice built in deterrent to skimming through people's minds. They thought so slow. It drove Guin nuts. It was like listening to a podcast at 0.1x speed - an option that she didn't think should be legal.

"Right. If we need to kick their asses to get our friends back, then fine. We've done it before and we'll do it again. The Brotherhood never wins." Guin was confident in that statement - and in some ways, it was the confidence of a person who had never lost a fight that super truly mattered in her life. Things always tended to work out for her - she had made it this far, after all. The idea that they'd lose to Magneto, that they would die... It scared her, but deep in her soul, she felt it was impossible. Both her and Pietro and the others had been on Death's door multiple times. The Grim Reaper never showed up.

There was then a knock at the door. The door slowly creaked open, and a head of curly strawberry blonde hair poked herself inside. "Hello - I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but my husband has gone missing. And I need the X-Men's help," Bonnie Chase, PhD, Agent of SHIELD, and host of the goddess Athena said. She was wearing black exercise leggings, sneakers, and a maroon Harvard University sweatshirt - that had baby spittle in the upper right hand corner. In her arms was a tiny baby, swaddled in a soft light grey blanket. "I'm Bonnie Chase, Agent of SHIELD."

"Who?" Guin was mildly annoyed another random person walked into the Mansion, delaying further their rescue attempt of the others.

The baby then started to cry.

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Neil Spellman

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

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A thought occurred to Neil, one he hadn't considered before. He hadn't even thought to really ask Edus. But now, he didn't know why that thought had occurred to him. Before the curse, his hair had been as white as snow. Had the hair sample Edus collected changed to a coppery brown? Did it go from short and straight to long, curly and tangled?

Neil gulped slightly as Flynn introduced himself as being good at fire, but bad at it basically. On Earth, an out of control fire user was a huge, deadly, and dangerous problem. But on what was presumably a space station, Flynn's thread only multiplied a thousand fold. Neil had read a lot of sci-fi. He knew that fire and space travel didn't mix - they were a big pressurized container, just ready to blow. "I would recommend holding back here - fire damage could mean a TPK in this environment."

The debate about whether to explore or not, and then whether to split up into groups, was pretty quickly abandoned. And the reveal that this was supposed to be a new mutant nation... it made Neil uncomfortable. While he didn't know a lot about Genosha, he had heard a few things online. And in the news. Its creation and then its fall had both been hard to miss. And Neil didn't know if the world was ready to try a mutant nation state again - and if anyone really ought to be part of a mutant nation that had violence as a requirement for entry.

He froze as he heard footsteps coming their way - that couldn't have been a good sign. Neil held his hands up, ready to telekinetically flick the first person who came down that hallway. He cracked a slight smile at what Perry said though, even giggling lightly. Damn, she was funny.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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

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2:50 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@PatientBean@Ogobrogo: Nothing else unusual seemed to be happening with the sword, and no memories were offering any clarity to Mai as to why it seemed so familiar. Last they had heard, the group was headed to go check out the Kree spaceship. It should be pretty easy to find at the carnival, as it was incredibly large, and well attended. They'd probably be able to find Danni and the others still there, though there was a chance of course that they could've moved on, but Sabine and Mai had been pretty quick at the mailroom and... let's face it... Danni and co weren't known for being efficient.

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

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April rolled her eyes slightly as Dorian pointed out her father's strict no-boy policy. She had pointed out to him before that she wasn't interested in men, and she was fairly confident no one at Danni and Dori's place were interested in girls, but it didn't matter. He was incredibly overprotective and stubborn. April also suspected at times that he didn't have the best opinion of Dorian's dad, and maybe that was the real reason she hadn't been allowed to go have a sleepover with the boys any of the times she had begged this summer or summers past.

"No!" April giggled, at Dorian's suggested name. "...That might be better than the one I was thinking of, honestly. I was thinking... _{Space Sluts}..." her eyes darted in the direction of the nearest faculty member, the synthezoid Vision, but if he had heard her, he didn't let on. He looked somewhat uncomfortable as he stood in the exposed guts of the military spork, but April didn't think it was because of her.

Unless, her anxiety whispered, maybe it was.... NOPE! Nope nope nope. April shoved that thought out of her brain as hard as she could. And for once, she was successful. Mostly because her sister, the dollar store emo herself, was shrinking away from Danni like he had just turned into a Hulk. But April agreed with Danni, there was no way they were leaving now, it was probably only going to get busier as the day went on anyways. "Zelds, come onnnnn," April groaned slightly. "They aren't gonna hurt you."

For other people, April would've been gracious, recognizing that they needed to step away from the situation. But Zelda was her sister. This made April simultaneously annoyed and empathetic for her. Sure, she got that her sister didn't like crowds, but she was always being ridiculous like this. April didn't understand how Zelda could run around conventions and deal with that, but one of her sibling's best friends talks to her and it's the end of the world??

"Your application..." Mel murmured, her nose scrunching up slightly as she thought, before her eyes widened in realization. "Oh! You mean the interest webform," she said, even though Vicky already knew that. "Sorry, no one's called it an application before - it's really just to get you on our list, so we can send you the newsletter and tell Vis how much pizza he needs to get. The club isn't competitive or anything, so if you're in, you're in!"

Mel's eyes lit up as Vicky mentioned that she had her own place in a basement. "Oh, I'd love to check that out! Are you free tonight? Maybe after the concert?" Before she could get an answer though, another girl had walked up, barging into the conversation. "Oh, hey! I'm Mel and yes, we def have room for another! We're the spaceship and engineering club, we meet Thursday from 7 to 8 in the Robotics lab, and afterwards Vis gets us pizza and we watch like old sci-fi shit!"

Vision was not having as much fun as Mel was. "It is fine - you did not know," Vision tried to reassure Diana. "Sometimes, people grow apart. Love does not always last forever." He then paused, realizing that was somewhat melancholic. "If you will excuse me, my sensors are indicating someone is trying to steal a component of the ship," Vision said, before heading down one of the hallways and disappearing from sight.

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Percy Novikov

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - In line for Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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"They commute here, from time to time - our parents worked together as part of SHIELD. Before they all got old and gross, that is," Percy mused to Andy. His mothers were exiting their late 30s, but he considered them old all the same. He kept on sending his mothers links to retinol, as well as articles about how it was never too late to start, and he was hopeful that he was making progress on their skincare routines. At the very least, he kept buying them sunscreen as part of their birthday gifts - not the entire gift, but definitely some of it. There was a Korean sunscreen brand he was rather fond of, it didn't clog up his pores or drip into his eyes throughout the day. In fact, it was probably time to apply another coat... but stupidly, Percy had left it in his dorm room.

"For being very 2000s?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "Y2K nostalgia is due for a renaissance any day now. It's like how when our parents were our age and everyone was obsessed with the 80s." He didn't comment on how her outfit was somewhat plain and could be elevated, deciding to keep that to himself. Had she not been Zarina's girlfriend, he would have said something. Percy cared a lot about his personal appearance. Andy, in his opinion, seemed to prioritize more being comfortable - which was fine. There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

Mads was asking Andy about how her fortune had gone - something that Percy was intrigued by. As someone who loved Greek Mythology, Percy couldn't help but adore an oracle. Zari came zooming out of the tent, cutting off his train of thought, screaming about the Valkyrie crown she had on her head. "You'll have to accessorize it," Percy suggested to Zari. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a seer to consult," he said, nodding at each person, before bowing his head slightly as he entered Agatha's tent.

Bounties of Space

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April gagged a little bit at the thought of eating Titan meat substitute. Of all of the things in the galaxy, it somehow managed to be less appetizing than none pizza with left beef. But still, they didn't have time to get Dorian some sort of luxurious meal. And if he had really wanted one, then maybe he shouldn't have wasted time trying to double dip with the Ravagers. He could eat the weird meat gogurt and be content with that. Plus, with Danni mentioning that they had to go by Sandix's place to sell off the NavComputer, that was another Dorian related delay.

"If we don't get this score, I'm officially blaming Dory," April said over the comms. "Just want it on the record." They hadn't undone their seatbelt, so when Danni told them all to buckle up, April stayed in place in the gunnery chair.

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April wrinkled their nose, looking out into the gross egg-yolk colored atmosphere of Titan. The moon was somewhat symbolic of everything that had happened to Terra - of the death of its beautiful natural environment, replaced with heaps upon heaps of steel and death. Only the extremophiles still lived in the depths of Terra, and the last time April had been there, oxygen bars were now the hangout of the rich and wealthy. Places like Titan just underlined everything Terra had lost - the natural resources that it now had to steal from other places just to live, like a vampiric planet.

They used to fantasize about commanding what remained of the oceans and wiping away everything from the face of Terra, of destroying everything the Empire had built there. And if they were perfectly honest with themselves... they still did. They didn't talk about it, but there were moments where they wished they had their grandfather's powers. He could have wiped all of it away with the flick of a hand.

That was probably why the Emperor had to murder him.

April didn't pay much attention to Danni's conversation with what was most likely a droid on the other end - only noticing that they had been pushed to a different docking hangar than normal. One that, if they had to guess, was probably more expensive. Another strike against Dorian's side quest. Ordinarily, April wouldn't have been this annoyed, but 15 million credits were on the line and they had their eyes fixated on that prize.

They undid the safety straps and hopped out of the gunnery chair, before making their way up quickly to the holodeck where Danni and Dori already were. "Yes, let's def make this quick, in and out, no getting side tracked, excellent point, Dory," April agreed, before sticking their tongue out slightly at Dorian. "Let's go get this fucking bag!!!"

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

Capture the Flag...

Blue Team: Athena, Apollo, and Hermes
Red Team: Ares, Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, and Poseidon

Clarisse and the others showed Percy no mercy, but he attempted to hold his own. They managed to put a deep aching wound into his arm, blood flowing from his hand onto his sword. The subsequent pain - as well as the fact that they continued to press him - caused Percy to stumble backwards, his feet landing in the shallow creek that formed the boundary between the sides of the woods. Anyone who witnessed it would not have believed their eyes. The wound healed. And Percy Jackson, a kid who hadn't even been there a full summer, managed to beat back Clarisse and the others with ease.

And thanks to Fable's quick and able bow, the group rushing back to the Blue Team lines - led by Luke, who had the flag clutched in his hand - rushed on through with ease. Lorna's eyes lit up as she saw the red team flag come rushing on up, flying in the wind as Luke clutched it in one hand. "Hooray!!!!!" she cheered, abandoning her post and rushing forward. The Blue Team were in the midst of celebrations, cheering and hollering.

Whereas by the creek, a deadly growl sounded... Out of nowhere, a hellhound had manifested itself. It rushed at the young unclaimed demigod, intent on maiming Percy Jackson - but as suddenly as it appeared, Chiron's quick bow had skewered it with arrows, reducing it to monster dust.

But that was not the most surprising thing to occur.

No, that was the fact that young Percy Jackson, standing in the creek again in order to heal, had the glowing symbol of Poseidon above him.

The Blue Team's cheers died down, as most of them had made it to the creek by now, staring at Percy with transfixed horror and awe.

"Hail, Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon," Chiron said ominously.

Ride or Die for the Republic (Morose & Kirah & Nallore)

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Commander Firtick

28 pts (Light-Side)

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"The Jedi will want something of the General's. I don't think you can carry her and Commander Blake. But maybe her lightsaber," Firtick suggested. They knew that destroying the facility like this would most likely obliterate the bodies within. It would become a mass grave. They would get to sleep with their brothers. General Mozh would, according to the Jedi, become one with the Force. They all would. Clones didn't have the same burial customs, but they knew that the Jedi had a special ceremony - something of the General would be nice for that. And probably nice for Commander Blake too.

Firtick then removed their helmet, and placed it on Commander Blake's unconscious body. "For the clones," they told Emzie. That one helmet could represent them all. They memorized the codes that Emzie was displaying. They approached the desk. None of the droids moved to stop them. Firtick typed in the code to arm the system. "It's been an honor, trooper. Now go. I know what to do." Firtick began to type in the second code, but they didn't finish it - and they wouldn't, not until they saw Emzie leave.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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Braden seemed fairly nice. Most former members of the Legion Nancy had met tended to be pretty helpful. It was one of the things she loved about Camp Jupiter - that everyone, no matter how insufferable, did try to pitch in when needed. There was a community, a support network that extended out of California, all the way here into South Dakota. No matter where they went, a member of the Legion was never really alone. It was like a socially constructed security net.

He had given his name, and answered that he was part of the Fifth Cohort. They were seen as somewhat losers around Camp Jupiter, requiring no letters of rec or anything from the gods to get in. Anyone could be there. And while some people were probably convinced Nancy had inter-cohort prejudice, she honestly didn't care. The only reason she had gotten a letter from Apollo was because he felt somewhat bad or guilty about not noticing she had been trapped in the Lotus Hotel, and it had been his attempts to pay her off more or less. She would've rather been placed in the Fifth Cohort and never spent a minute in the Lotus Hotel. She would've changed the timeline to be like that in a heartbeat.

"What are the machines for?" Nancy asked as they got out and headed on inside - she didn't recognize the sleek looking silver thing that was thinner than some books, or the other bulkier thing with it.