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WE BE LEAVING; PACK UR SHITZ [no really]
To say that everything had been a severe headache for the last several weeks would be the understatement of the year. Emma hadn't felt this uncomfortable since she'd been teaching five telepaths how to control themselves. This was just getting ridiculous. Japan had worn off, in Emma's opinion, and Emma's opinion was currently the only opinion that mattered.
It took nineteen phonecalls, five favours and two State Senators to get her way, but in the end, Emma always got her way. Which left her four days to round up this pitiful party of pathetic people and get them on a plane and out of Okinawa before someone figured out where the hell that earthquake had come from and the shit hit the fan in the most annoying way ever.
Every barrack got the same message tacked to their boards, distinct details and a subtle warning that tardiness would not be looked upon well.
Following the previous incidents and damage to the camp, the decision has been made to abort the planned prolonged stay in Okinawa. On Friday, at 8am sharp, seven cars will leave base and head inland to the airport. Those not waiting in the main area of the camp shall be left behind and probably bombed seven hours after departing -or not, whatever, fact is they shall be left.
Each team member is to have all their belongings packed and anything they own stashed in ONE ITEM OF CARRY ON LUGGAGE ONLY. No exceptions.
Do. Not. Be. Late.
With that done, Emma heaved a sigh before tentatively reaching out carefully to reach Martini's mind and only Martini's mind. The quick sand feeling came on quickly and Emma didn't shoot the breeze. You'll need to be back in camp by Friday. We're leaving at 8am. She would've left it at that if she didn't have such a stupidly deep affection for the idiot Mexican. He's worried about you. Come back soon.
Content that she'd done all she could, and she was not going into the boys mind any deeper -she'd send someone after him before she did that, Emma turned to head back to her own little barrack turned office with a skylight in the corner.
Now she just had to secure a plane that would house nearly thirty mutants. And figure out how to get the likes of Wade, Jack, Delta, Victor and Logan through customs.
[ooc; mass leaving on Friday people. feel free to comment here and talk amongst yourselves IC.]
It took nineteen phonecalls, five favours and two State Senators to get her way, but in the end, Emma always got her way. Which left her four days to round up this pitiful party of pathetic people and get them on a plane and out of Okinawa before someone figured out where the hell that earthquake had come from and the shit hit the fan in the most annoying way ever.
Every barrack got the same message tacked to their boards, distinct details and a subtle warning that tardiness would not be looked upon well.
Following the previous incidents and damage to the camp, the decision has been made to abort the planned prolonged stay in Okinawa. On Friday, at 8am sharp, seven cars will leave base and head inland to the airport. Those not waiting in the main area of the camp shall be left behind and probably bombed seven hours after departing -or not, whatever, fact is they shall be left.
Each team member is to have all their belongings packed and anything they own stashed in ONE ITEM OF CARRY ON LUGGAGE ONLY. No exceptions.
Do. Not. Be. Late.
With that done, Emma heaved a sigh before tentatively reaching out carefully to reach Martini's mind and only Martini's mind. The quick sand feeling came on quickly and Emma didn't shoot the breeze. You'll need to be back in camp by Friday. We're leaving at 8am. She would've left it at that if she didn't have such a stupidly deep affection for the idiot Mexican. He's worried about you. Come back soon.
Content that she'd done all she could, and she was not going into the boys mind any deeper -she'd send someone after him before she did that, Emma turned to head back to her own little barrack turned office with a skylight in the corner.
Now she just had to secure a plane that would house nearly thirty mutants. And figure out how to get the likes of Wade, Jack, Delta, Victor and Logan through customs.
[ooc; mass leaving on Friday people. feel free to comment here and talk amongst yourselves IC.]