On October 10th, 2008, Mystique is ickle and cutely dorky (and blue), Jason is Jason, adorably. There is blue-related angst.

Rated General.

Bruce Wayne was just reading the paper... on December 16th, 2008. Then Mystique (and awkward) happened.

Rated General.

On December 31st 2008, Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) and Raven Darkholme (Mystique) spend ( Read more... )

Because she is bored out of her mind to ridiculous ends, Mystique is in the lobby.   She's in fact not Anna, not Lily, but Mystique.  Since she arrived, her hair has grown, and she hasn't bothered cutting it.   She's almost dressed, but not as much as one might expect of most women - barely a low-cut pair of skinny pants, barely a bra.

So far, only ( Read more... )

"No no no no my car--" Riley Poole drops the hand from over his eyes, and freezes, staring. "--is...gone. My car is gone. Why is my car gone?" He looks up and stares around the room in increasing shock and surprise. "...And why am I in a hotel lobby?" He looks around again, turning in place, but nothing changes. He's still standing in some ( Read more... )

Captain Emil Blonsky kicks down the door to the lobby, preparing to shoot Banner on sight (and whoever else might get in his way). But Banner isn't there.

What is there is a very nice looking hotel lobby that is not at all like the lab he was expecting. He keeps his gun aimed, because you can't be too careful ( Read more... )

In honour of Halloween, there are bowls and trays of yummy goodies set out on a table in an enticing buffet. Rows of
candied or caramel apples, bowls of colourful lollipops or tempting looking chocolates and peanut butter cups, as well as bowls of candy cornBut remember those stories your parents told you? About the wicked people who put nasty ( Read more... )

Jimmy thought he heard the door open in the next room and, thinking his father was (finally) home from work, abandoned his homework and rushed toward the door. A moment later the ten-year-old boy stumbles to a halt in the lobby, looking around in confusion and rising panic. "Dad?" He skitters backward and looks back the way he came, but his ( Read more... )

Harvey's commandeered one of the side rooms off the lobby for task force purposes. He's not quite sure how happy Michael is with the arrangement, given the man's preference for shadowy intrigue. The task force needs a public face, someone for the general populace to connect with, and so (in his own mind, at least), that person must be Harvey Dent ( Read more... )

There's a man sitting in the lobby who wasn't there a moment ago.  He's sitting cross legged, looking as though he's in the middle of some sort of meditation.  After a few moment his eyes open.  And he frowns.  When he closes his eys, he had been sitting on the floor of a small cabin in the Canadian wilderness.  Clearly, something's not right.  The ( Read more... )