Because we never really know each other as well as we think, in response to this post I'd like you to ask a question. Anything about which you are curious, anything you feel you ought to know about my characters.. Silly, serious, personal, fannish. Ask away. Then copy this to your own journal, and see what people don't know about you.

Edit: Feel ( Read more... )

Apparently, I am dressing up as Misty Knight and traveling to the planet Thundera to further the black power cause for Halloween.


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I am not dead.

But my internet connection has died enough times to make Jean Grey jealous, thus why I'm a non-presence of late online.  A quick recap courtesy of my work computer, I'm too lazy to crosspost this to the personal lj.

1.  Christmas.  There was hoard.  Clothes, gift cards, opera tickets (yay), Justin Pimperlake tickets (meh), and an evil ( Read more... )

"Your mission, X-Men-" said grimly with austere blue eyes surveying apprehensive looks concentrated upon her- "should you choose to accept it."

"The target."  A jerky hand motioning toward the photograph and dossier currently being passed around the group during this impromptu briefing.

"A fierce and formidable villain.  Deviously cunning and ( Read more... )

((Completely forgot to post this little log to the MM community. I'm posting it here, so's I don't forget about it for an additional ice age. This occurs a few days after the team's return from space. Though inspired by Jean's player and Phoenix storyline, I haven't run this by the player for her approval yet. Therefore, it falls outside MM ( Read more... )

There is fluorescent light.  Light and-

Cold.  I... feel cold?

Muscles sluggishly shift against buckles.  Not registering for several seconds.

Push.

Too bright.  Cannot-

Beep.  Silence.

Beep.

White-knuckled fists tremble frantically now, pathetically jerking against whatever's holding her down.

Why... why can't I close my eyes?  Dilated pupils nearly ( Read more... )

*sighs*   Bright Lady...

It seems one must introduce Emma's public relations officer to the delicacies of shock therapy.

You damn coward...

Bright Lady, how could you do this?

...since one may have forgotten this lesson and  another may need help learning it.

I will not be violated.

In mind.  In body.  I belong to myself.  My thoughts are not yours to modify or manipulate as you see fit.  Nor will you force my consent.

Try to break me, enslave me - you will fail.

All would do best to remember this.