Come get random CR at the Willows!

[thelaughingmage]

WHO: Residents and visitors at the Willows
WHAT: CR
WHERE: The Willows
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: The Willows!

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the Adventures of Pepper the Sorry Excuse for a Ninja [ open ]

[behisgirlfriday]

It wasn't that she disliked her roommates. On the contrary, she liked John quite a bit and found her female roommates to be tolerable from a distance. They all got along fairly well, despite the vastly different worlds and situations they'd come from. The rest of the women were goddesses---either literally, or just built like ones---and Pepper Potts was a mere mortal, so she tended to keep their interactions businesslike and brief. Saying that she was a competitive woman was almost a joke. It was why she'd never really gotten along with her own sex

[turns_to_fire]

Being up at ungodly hours was not foreign to Amara. Her sleep schedule hadn't been quite right for a long time now, ever since her first run in with the capekillers. Usually she stayed in her room quietly texting her friends and boyfriend or reading by a small lamp so as not to disturb her roommates. Eventually she would fall asleep for a few hours out of pure exhaustion but tonight, no matter how she tried, sleep would just not come. Half of the people she knew losing their powers was still weighing heavily on her mind. Sally had nearly had a nervous breakdown and that had scared Amara more than all of the freezers in the world

[behisgirlfriday]

Pepper turned on her heel, eyes wide. She had really hoped to get in and out without getting caught, but she'd never been an overly lucky woman. She froze, as if staying very still would make Amara not see her. But no, eye contact had been made and they were forced by social niceties to interact, at least briefly.

"Hi," Pepper said lamely. There was a significant pause before she dredged up anything else to say. "How are you?"

[turns_to_fire]

"Fine, thank you," she replied, almost automatically, just out of ingrained politeness. This was going to be weird and awkward, Amara could already tell. She was torn-- on one hand, she was curious as to why her housemate was out at all hours, but on the other hand, not her business. Asking "How are you?" back seemed really... well. Stupid. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Tea was easy. She could heat the kettle up with her powers. That, she didn't mind doing.

early evening [open]

[i_translate_it]

Doug's an occasional visitor to the Willows, all the New Mutants are, but today he's here alone, looking for John.

He knocks on the door and idly hopes Amara, Betsy or Sally are around too; he hasn't seen much of any of them in the last few soggy weeks.

Re: early evening [open]

[thelaughingmage]

John swung open the door and invited Doug in with a casual jerk of his chin. His eyes flicked over the younger man, not precisely disinterested, but more curious than sentimental. "You seem in a good mood."

Doug hadn't exactly seemed the uplifted sort, the times they'd met before. Though considering it'd all been beatings and curses, he'd hardly had cause for smiles. Living in your own head didn't mean you always had to be broody about it, after all.

[i_translate_it]

"Oh? Yeah. I'm having a good week."
Doug had to suppress a dorky grin. He wasn't sure how things with Kitty were going to end up, but the relationship was shifting in extremely agreeable ways and it was going to take more than the possibility of death by cosmic collapse to sour his outlook.

"How've you been?"

[thelaughingmage]

John gave him a hard little smile of triumph mixed with irritation. "Been fairly productive myself." The raving Capekiller had confirmed a number of things, but he hadn't been the only...well, success was putting a rosy front on it. But even failures told a story.

There was convenience in talking to a man who knew what you meant before you said it. He didn't bother verbalizing an invitation for Doug to make himself at home. While the man settled himself, John sized him up with a look that left behind the usual cynical humor in favor of pure calculation.

"That Capekiller was right, but the others don't believe 'im," John said after a moment. "And they don't want us involved. I wouldn't trust the network for talking about any of this, were I you. Believe me, it's a mistake to assume they're lacking perfect control over their technology." That was one of the things that had slowed John down: don't leave records you wouldn't want read. He'd never trusted it--for good reason, it turned out--but coordinating over distances got

Teatime aka Late Afternoon [Open]

[butterflybolts]

Around four in the afternoon, Betsy was abuzz with activity. This was the norm, if she wasn't otherwise distracted. She was in one of the common rooms, where the inhabitants and guests alike were more likely to lounge there than any other places.

In a short amount of time, everything was set up. The tea tray she'd spent practically all of her first paycheck on was arranged with kettle, and enough cups and saucers for everyone living there, and a few extra should guests be about. Set around the tray were various light snacks. They veered away from what she herself would normally set up (such as scones and cucumber sandwiches), but instead tried to reflect the tastes of the Willows' residents.

[turns_to_fire]

Amara was grateful that Betsy was living in the Willows for many reasons, among which her penchant for quiet tea time ranked up there with "kind", "mature" and "didn't think the sun rose and set on Tom Selleck". She could usually count on later afternoon tea and company and after everything that had been going on lately, it was much appreciated.

It was also a really good excuse to bring things home from a nearby bakery and not feel guilty.

"Hello?" Amara called as hung her jacket up neatly, slipping off her shoes at the front door. In one hand was the telltale white box from the bakery, in the other was a bag of books she had gotten from the library. She wasn't sure if anyone would even be home now and if so, well, more baked goods for her.

[butterflybolts]

Betsy glanced up when she heard the greeting. She was making sure the tea was still at an acceptable temperature. "Hullo, Amara." Then, without asking first, Betsy flipped over a teacup, settling it on a saucer and she poured. The saucer was then settled at an easily to be taken place on the table. "You're certainly carrying something that smells nice."

[turns_to_fire]

Amara could easily heat up the tea, no worries, Betsy.

"Fruit tarts. I thought they would go well with tea."

Indy Hermit Emerges at Midnight

[fortune_n_glory]

Since he had landed in Seattle, Indy rarely emerged from his quarters. True, he'd ventured out to visit a few people, attained a week long gig through what seemed to be sheer luck, and even gotten a bit but once in his room he remained there.

His activities had consisted of reading, letting his mind wander, researching and, occasionally, working out.

Sleep had been difficult. His dreams were hazy and riddled with flashbacks of his own world. His Own World... The weight of those three words... He'd only begun to come to terms with it, putting up a smiling front to those around him.

Tonight... was different. Indy had finally reached the point of being fed up with sitting alone and going nowhere fast.

He rose from his desk, habitually grabbed his fedora from the stand nearby and made his way to the door.

He was still clad in his brown suit pants and his button up shirt, collar open.

Thus, despite the hour, Indy made his way into the common area.

KLIK IS AN IDIOT DERP-DE-DERP[open]

[fortune_n_glory]

(Epi-fail?)

[thelaughingmage]

The dark had never bothered John; it concealed precious few things more alarming than him.

A man could think in the dark, when people weren't such a distracting buzz on the face of the planet, when the daylight wasn't holding back all the black truths that slithered through the mind once the sun went down. Those truths had been doing right by John lately, which was why he was up during the hour of the wolf bonding with them.

He lifted his head from the cushions on back of the sofa when he heard the soft, unfamiliar footsteps in the hall. Heavier than any of the women, though no louder, it took him a second of wondering who'd be sneaking in before he remembered that Dr. Indiana goddamn Jones was now in residence. Ludicrous as that was, he let it wash over him unresisting. He'd been rooming with bloody James Bond a couple of months ago. Indiana Jones wasn't more ridiculous than that.

And somewhat more personable.

"Wrong side o' the clock for you, innit?" he asked quietly when the man himself entered.

[fortune_n_glory]

Indy stopped dead in his tracks, the hair on the back of his neck prickling, head whipping towards the voice's origin.

As he peered at the figure upon the sofa, he noted the somewhat grungy attire and the thick smell of tobacco.

"Uh... You could say that..." He replied, frowning. "Frankly any time after 1947 seems the wrong side to me..."

Indy circled the couch to get a better angle, moving slowly so as not to trip in the dark.

Why Do I Hang Out With You? [open to: Sally, Amara, and John if he wants to be subjected to this]

[turns_to_fire]

In Sally, Amara, and John's room, there were enough nail polish fumes and 80's music to make even a grown man cry. Amara had long since given up trying to convert Sally's music choices (and really, she wasn't one to talk) but at least the music wasn't blasting loud enough to deafen her... this time. It was kind of amusing when Sally decided to sing and dance along to it-- at least there was that. Amara felt very teenager-ish, sitting on her bed, filing her nails, and listening to pop music.

Not that she really ever did that as a teenager. The New Mutants preferred to watch movies, take the bus to fight crime, or cause tons of property damage in their spare time.

"Could you please pass the clear nail polish, Sally?"

[prettymorlock]

Sally was humming along to the current Madonna song playing from the stereo as she buffed her own nails. She didn't even bother to look up at Amara when she answered.

"No, because you are going to use a color."

She tossed a bottle of Aquamarine Dream at her friend.

"Like that."

[turns_to_fire]

Amara liked blue, usually, but this nail polish looked like something Barbie might wear. It was so... shiny. It was definitely not her. "You have to put a base coat on first, if you want it to last. Then you put a color."

A not ugly color.

"You actually wear that nail polish?"

One of her eyebrows was raised as she picked it up and studied it. The rainbow flecks of color in it made Amara shake her head. Did Sally actually think she was going to wear this?

[prettymorlock]

"It goes well with this blue bathingsuit that I own." The rainbow flecks matched the shades she often wore with it.

Sally passed the clear polish over, since she was finally done with it. "And it'd look neat with that blue dress you have that you should totally wear on a date with Roberto. This weekend. Okay?"

She needs him out of the boys' apartment.