[This is a response to Confused/Playful/Wildly Inappropriate John and JP's side of the conversation. I also do not know how to write drabbles, it seems, so this is more like a full blown fic. 5 pages on Word. Yeah.]For the most part, a day at the Cassidy Mutant Health Center was 90% professional. There was the occasional joke, discussion about ( Read more... )

“What is that thing?” Terry asked, gesturing to the big sculpture that looked more like a pile of junk than anything else. She and Sally were seated dead center in the orchestra, about five rows back in perfect viewing range for the Broadway show Rent. It was Terry’s first Broadway show, and Sally’s however many she’d seen plus one ( Read more... )