[The video turns on, and Hey, people finally get to see Betsy's new hair style courtesy of Alison dragging Betsy out for a grrls night out ( Read more... )

[The feed opens up with footage that at least one member of the X-cast, hint kitty hint, would recognize. It's the circular interior of what, judging from bits and pieces here, appears to be a light house. It also seems to be a lighthouse museum. There's a curator drolling on in some nasal variant of the English Accent about... something. The ( Read more... )

[To all the Seattle Imports, you guys suddenly will have a PINK BUTTERFLY popping into existance! It's creepy, it's BRIGHT PINK AND GLOWING and it has eyes in top part of the wings.

And it KIND OF SORT OF SPEAKS]

In light of the recent postings to the network about Manhattan, it is highly suggested that the Seattle imports remain in their homes ( Read more... )

[Set Encrypted/Private to X-Men* and Constantine. (IE: People who Betsy feels would understand what she's talking about without her having to explain it. John's on the list because it's his fault :P ( Read more... )

And... we're back. And thus ends the second time I've been here that I've been male. And it's not even been a year yet. I've a thought just now. Could you imagine it if I'd been my future self? Would I have one of those horrendously stereotypical Chinese mustaches ( Read more... )

[GUYS LOOK ITS BRIAN BRADDOCK WITH A DYE JOB...

wait...

He appears to be having a sort of familiar 'I am about to psi-blast every mind within a kilometer' expression to that face.]

I.

Am not.

Amused.

[The communicator crackles to life; no video. Initially, there doesn't seem to be anyone wanting to talk. Someone is there, though. Labored breathing, though it's quiet, as if the person was trying not to breath too loud. A sniffle--that was accidental. Then ( Read more... )

Everything is... fine. Walking to the proper authorities now.

The other...was a fake. There was only one.

[One can just hear hear the stress and relief in her voice. But the message cuts after that. Threats can wait until later.]

As one of our resident Psions about, in regards to certain recent messages about the network:

No, I didn't drink too much last night and do something stupid.

In other words: This isn't my fault.

Just in case the thought popped into someone's head.

[Her voice is calm, but quiet. There's an obvious emotional exhaustion. Telepaths don't take kindly to suddenly having things shut off; the Willows probably had to deal with a tantrum on Betsy's part for the first couple of minutes after she woke up ( Read more... )