[[OOC: Manuel and Allison have left the complex. Upon arrival in Spain, Allison emailed Pyro and Kurt to let them know she was safe. Otherwise, they have contacted no one.]]

( Allison and Manuel bounce, heading for Spain )

((After this.))

The rings were tucked in his palm as he pushed through the door and walked out into the snow. The metal was so warm it almost felt alive, as warm as the fingers that the rings had so shortly ago been wrapped around. The heat in the metal would fade, especially out here, but for now he kept them clenched in his hand to the point where ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Backdated to right after this.]]

( Threats Made and Threats Realized )

Manuel was a little surprised when Allison told him that some of the others were throwing them a little get-together by means of congratulations on their wedding. He hadn't figured that many people knew about it. He hadn't told a soul, but then, in some twist of irony, Allison had always been the more social of the two of them ( Read more... )

Funnily enough he'd had an easy time of getting the oxygen cannisters from the medlab, that shit just wasn't well protected at all. The weirdest thing was getting back to his room with the oxygen and finding a small cord for his wrist with a little bead thing on it ( Read more... )

The garage had been commandeered for the night. It was a Friday night, cold as hell, and damned if Manuel didn't feel like celebrating. He'd taken the two decks of cards he'd found as well as several bottles of vodka from Allison's stash and made his way into the rec room, setting up two tables with six chairs each. Six people to be dealt in to ( Read more... )

She'd been given the brief at dawn. Four hours later she was to report to the garage to depart with the other members of the team. This was the part she was concerned for. Her team ( Read more... )

Manuel had decidedly been avoiding encountering most of his new teammates. It wasn't that he was inherently antisocial, but he'd learned a long time ago that he couldn't handle the constant press of emotions from all sides. Emotions, he'd found, were like voices. The closer you were to someone, the louder their feelings were. Therefore, with the ( Read more... )

Despite the weird circumstances going on around the camp, Allison was happy. She was back on a team and things seemed to be going well. She was back with Manuel, and things had never been better. The link was back open, and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. She never had the phantom limb pain type feeling when it was gone, which was ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken very long for Ophelia to hear the news. And as much as her little damaged mind could process it, she wasn't all that happy. But she hadn't rightly been aware of how she should feel. Death wasn't as sad as people thought, because it was the end of so much, and the beginning of something new. At least that was how Ophelia felt ( Read more... )