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Ambra's Interest Check Cafe | Bunch of Stuff Inside! [IGNORE POST COUNT] [18+]

@Ambra You have a plot idea (or more than one?) for Pokémon, right? I'd be interested in hearing that.

(OLD) X-Men: The New Era (OLD)

@ShieldsOfWar Now that's what I call service o:
Simultaneous sighs of relief and groans of disappointment ring through the halls when everyone find they've got the fancy dress needed XD

The Omega Project

After leaving Grayshire abruptly, Amelia's funds had quickly been down to the bills she'd shoved in her wallet before leaving for the grocery store. She had no intention of using her bank account, rendering her cards useless, wary of leaving any sort of trail for the team that had come to silence her hometown to follow. Fortunately, New York City was a big place, and Amelia had found a building somewhere on the east side of Manhattan where the landlord was more wrapped up in his "other" business than his ownership of the apartments. There were plenty of shady people there, but rent was cheap, and she could deal with the damp and drafty conditions because at least it was a roof over her head. She'd already managed to get hired busing tables at a small bar that had seen better days, but it was money in her pocket and they hadn't asked a whole lot of questions.

One of the two small televisions tucked into the corners of the bar for patrons to watch was turned to the news, and as she wiped down the empty tables, Amelia struggled not to cringe as Grayshire was brought up - again. Taking the entire town off the map had been labeled as a second terrorist strike, combated by the military, and that the "loss of life was devastating, an entire town undeserving of its fate". She wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry at the stories circulating about her home, but she knew that not everyone in the state was sympathetic to Grayshire and its survivors, her gaudily painted nails a testament to that. Too many questions about why they were long and why they were sharp had her purchasing the most obnoxious shade of blue she could find and painting her nails, even sticking on those rhinestones they sold for decorating nails. After that, at least, the questions had stopped.

Clips she'd watched earlier that day about JTechs and their possible roles in recent happenings played next, and Amelia struggled to tune out what was already becoming old news. The televisions left her ears ringing constantly while she was on the floor, and she happily swept up glasses left behind to take to the back to be cleaned up. Busing tables wasn't that bad, aside from the care she had to take to not scratch up the tableware or even the wooden tables. At the very least, she figured she had a way to defend herself if someone got the bright idea to try and mug her.

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@Wintergrey "Losing the house had been a big setback, but it was really about losing those socks."
LOL Jack has his priorities straight; favourite socks > house & home

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You know, I almost feel bad for Jackson. He went from "Wow, this is just like talking to anyone else!" to "I was wrong. So very wrong." faster than he could keep up with.

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"Uh, Jitterbug..?" Jackson coughed lightly as Florence's hand brushed the side of his neck, taking note of the glazed look to her previously much brighter hazel eyes. "You alright there?"

The girl's previously vivacious attitude had fallen back quickly in her daze, and he picked up her words with ease as someone walked by. Something about SCM? A neck muscle, he supposed, given her focus on the side of his neck. That was...odd, but he'd heard weirder. Maybe. Sort of. Sliding off of the back of the couch to sit on it normally beside her, he wasn't surprised that she was still entranced by his neck. He doubted that running track did anything for a person's neck - aside from the posture needed to run properly - so was the yoga what had done it? Feeling his brain fizzle out on that train of thought, Jackson debated the safety of moving away from her and trying to break the trance. He didn't know what her ability was, and sighed to himself. Unless he sneezed, he wasn't going to get away from this situation very fast.

"I do yoga, if that means anything," he offered lightly with a slight shrug, settling back on the couch. Several people were observing them now, and he sighed again, heavier this time. Figures that they'd all watch while pretending not to, but no one had the guts to say anything. But she wasn't feeling him up or anything, so as long as she snapped out of it soon, he and his non-existent reputation should be alright. At least, that's what Jackson told himself, a small voice in the back of his mind reminding him that he didn't know anything about this girl beyond her name and age. For all he knew, this wasn't exactly an isolated event.

The Omega Project

@Undying Curiosity Ooh, that's neat! It hadn't occurred to me that anti-heroes have some specific classifications o:

@Amelian Draco I love the superpower wiki - it's my go-to source when it comes to powers and what works well together!

(OLD) X-Men: The New Era (OLD)

It was hard not to laugh again at Florence's enthusiasm - she seemed so genuinely excited to meet him, and he relaxed into the situation. This wasn't so bad; it was just like meeting any other person. Her displeasure at not scaring him more than the little spook did cause a laugh to slip through, but he was quick to compose himself, not wanting to seem rude. Sure, her behaviour was amusing, but the last thing anyone needed was to get the impression they were being made fun of. He'd been on the receiving end of that before, after all, and in a place like this? It wouldn't surprise him in the least if someone got the wrong idea. Who knows where most of these kids had come from.

"Most people probably don't hear you coming; you freaked quite a few people out on your way over," he excused with a dismissive wave of his now-free hand. Before he'd even finished his sentence, though, she was leaning close to him again, and he struggled not to immediately lean backwards and fall off of the couch. "You know, like the dance? Energetic, excitable, fast? It's, uh, from the '40s."

Coming up with a nickname on the spot - and then having to explain it - wasn't exactly ideal. All he knew about her was that she was excitable, and that didn't really give Jackson a lot to work with. But he couldn't just call her 'girl', and his mother's favourite dance seemed to define this girl from his first impression of her. She was awfully cute, though, and he pushed down thoughts of his younger sisters in favour of the friend he was making. He could ruminate on his siblings later, after the banquet; in fact, he probably would. It hadn't occurred to him when he'd "applied" that he'd be around kids his sisters' ages, and leaving them abruptly with his relationship with them on the line was more of a strain than he'd expected to deal with. Still, his personal struggle was no reason to let any socializing go sour, so he drew a slow breath in through his nose and gripped the edge of the couch to hold himself in place when he leaned back. Yeah, he could do this.

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From his perch on the back of the couch, Jackson's attention split between the group he'd been drawn into and the smattering of people entering and exiting the common area. His shoulders were tense, and he turned his head slightly to the side, the disturbance in the air standing out to him. Someone short, perhaps? They were close to the ground- Oh God. Nearly falling off of the back of the couch, Jackson steadied himself with an uneasy laugh, waving off his almost-fall to the group and turning to the girl that had sprung up beside him. She rattled off an introduction, and he grinned easily at her in response.

"I'm Jackson, eighteen years young," he chuckled, turning the best he could from where he sat to put his hand out in case she'd shake it. "Jack works just as well, though."

If he was being honest, Jackson was uneasy enough as it was, being freely among other mutants - they knew, because he was here, that he was a mutant, too. That transparency was a struggle for him after hiding for four years, but now, being approached rather than being the one to approach, his smile was a little less steady that it had previously been. But the girl was young, and friendly enough, so he took a steadying breath and drew his focus to the person in front him, rather than letting it drift around the room again.

"So, if Florence isn't going to work, how about Jitterbug?"

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@ShieldsOfWar It's true though! Just as I think I've got my screen adjusted, it re-adjusts itself!
Finally though, sweet, sweet laptop access. =v=