Chaos.

The last few weeks had been utter chaos. It was starting to feel a bit like the status quo, actually, with things like Alpha Flight sweeping in and trying to take every child on campus away, trying to send them home. Bloody Canadians didn't seem to realize that most of those children didn't have a home to go back to, and a mutant becoming a ( Read more... )

Bavaria. The Northern Alps. How the hell they'd wound up out here, in the bloody Alps was Jono's best guess, but- Wait. Back it up some.

( It had started when the X-Men had been called... )

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It was bound to happen.

No, not Sugar embracing the controversy, pointing to Jono and bragging about him being her latest flame to the press. Show business. He got that. Of course that would happen. If you were thrown a hook, you took it. Anything less would leave the fans bored and looking for some other source of gossip. Hell, Jono was actually ( Read more... )

Well, Jono had found a place to stay. Not even a bad one, really, though he'd been run for a bit of a loop after his arrival in London to be able to get it. As he'd suspected, he'd been staying in one of the city's less desirable hotels, at first. But it had been within his price range, and they hadn't seemed to care one way or the other about the ( Read more... )

After class, Jono had pretty much stalked his way right on back to his room, where he was going to sit, and glare at things, and contemplate punching the wall until his knuckles were bloody.

Okay, not so much with the contemplating.

Naffin' hell. Ow.

//Bloody school.//

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