WE BE LEAVING; PACK UR SHITZ [no really]

[icecoldwit]

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

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[makesyouwell]

*Glancing at the noticeboard; Mat quickly read the message. Smiling as she finished reading, she wondered where they were off to next. She hoped it was somewhere nice, but... well it probably wouldn't be. She had learned enough about this camp to know that they hadn't always been to places as nice as Japan...

Walking around in the room, she saw her friend; walking over to him she gave him a smile but when he didn't move his head or anything to look at her she gave him a poke.*

Earth to Roy.

[makesyouwell]

*She chuckles.*

Not a whole lot. Did you read the notice?

*Pointing over to the board.*

[time_schizo]

Mark was lost in his mind, as far away from everything that was going on around him as he could get. He might as well have been on Neptune inasmuch as he was mentally there. But in between the whispers in his mind, a loud voice broke through, one clearly used to being obeyed. "You'll need to be back in camp by Friday. We're leaving at 8am." Camp? Friday? His mind began to slowly decipher the words as if they were in a foreign language. Before he could finish processing, more was thrust into his mind. "He's worried about you. Come back soon." He? Without effort, a face came to mind, one that Martini knew well, even without being able to remember his name. He had to find him, the one his memories kept even when everything else was gone

[marauding_miss]

Having already read the notices, and shoved what she didn't need over the next few days into her duffel, Rogue questioned going to see Ric; since she was more than aware of his inadequacy when it came to packing. She might be mothering him, but really, if she didn't who would?

Crossing the camp, Rogue halted mid way there and frowned, "Martini?" The boy looked like he'd had several rounds with freight train. And lost each one. "Darlin' what're y' doin' all the way over here? An' where the heck is y'r shoe?"

Rogue was careful about approaching; her own powers -although she was wrapped up, and any potential skittishness on his part might add up to an infirmary trip for them both. "Y' okay there, sugah?"

[time_schizo]

Martini looked up, the confusion that rested in his eyes stamped clear into the rest of his features. He stopped walking, the muscles in his legs tensing up as he debated running again. He'd "come back", but still, he wasn't sure why he had done so. Martini only knew he had to find the one who he remembered, the Mexican with the brown eyes that was haunting his mind.

His head cocked to the side as he tried to understand the words coming out of Rogue's mouth. Martini took a step back, shaking his head as the voices inside his head grew louder. They were all telling him different things at once. His own voice seemed so small against such a flood.

[marauding_miss]

At first, Rogue wasn't sure if Martini even heard her. She'd seen the far off look in his eyes before -she'd partially lived a little with it, but never to this extent. It was like he hadn't come back to himself yet, like he was still wandering off in some future, or past or whatever. "Martini, sugah?" She moved closer to him, movements careful and measured, nothing sudden.

She half felt like she was soothing a feral cat.

"Darlin' d'you need t' see Dr Chandler? Are y' hurt?"

[a_soul_awake]

Hope wasn't bothered by the move. In fact after what happened, she was more than glad to leave. Of course the bombing part concerned her a bit because with the camp the person who wrote it could be kidding. Or not. She suspected they weren't.

She would be right on time for the cars, perhaps even a bit early of course. She just wished the sign had some more helpful information like where were they going next. They had probably been too busy threatening everyone with bombs to think of useful information.

"Well, at least we're leaving."

[cantseethis]

"The only question is, where." A voice said alongside her gently. "And should we be worried about it."

Atticus was still under his cloak. There was no particular reason for it. Though he hadn't be shielding the base for some time, he felt awkward not having it up. Naked even. What was the saying, use it or you lose it?

He wasn't really worried about the move either. But as per the usual, extremely curious.

[a_soul_awake]

She jumped only about half a foot in the air which was progress, really. She sighed and glared at where she had heard Atticus's voice from but it didn't last long.

"I do hate when you do that. And when did you become psychic? It's spooky, Atti."

[cantseethis]

There was a small chuckle as the cloak slowly disappeared, leaving Atticus in it's place as if someone had pulled a sheet from over him. He smiled down at her. "Sorry dear, force of habit."

"Psychic am I? How so?"

[hunt_the_devil]

John was... well perhaps relieved was an understatement for the way he felt. As much as moving camp was a stressful and somewhat crazy affair he knew that there were no two ways about it. They needed to leave Japan and as soon as possible for that matter.

With a nod he headed back into his new room and begun the process of packing his bags. Accustom to moving so much John didn't really care where they ended up as long as there wasn't snow all year round and the base wasn't prone to quakes... or anything like that.

God he hoped it was somewhere decent!

[lightbulbtrix]

"Need any help, cowboy?" For once, Chris had finished packing early. This was due to the fact that most of the usual useless junk he carried around from place to place with him had been crushed in the quake.

After reading the announcement, it had taken no time at all to throw all that he had salvaged into a few bags. So now the technopath had decided that the best thing to do was see if any of his friends needed help.

[hunt_the_devil]

"Think I'm good." John glanced up with a smile as he continued to pack, there wasn't a vast amount he needed to take with him. Clothing had always pretty much been supplied by the army and he was so accustom to travelling light that really there wasn't much he needed to pack.

"So where d'you reckon were headed? I'm thinkin' if Emma's the one in charge it's gonna be some place warm. What you think?"

[lightbulbtrix]

Chris knelt near John, lips twitching into a smile as he saw the infamous hat had survived. Crumpled and dusty, it now looked as though it had gone through a war zone.

Bradley thought about it, but at this point, he was beginning not to care where they ended up. "I do hope so. Preferably somewhere they speak English. It's a pain in the arse not knowing the local languages."

[watch_the_nails]

Victor snorted as he read the notice which had been tacked to his team's board. It was definitely written in her tone and not Stryker's; trust the stuck-up bitch to come out with an announcement like that. He could hear Emma's voice in every word of the instructions, cold and disapproving, and he tried very hard to ignore the fact that he wanted to hear that voice talking to him again in the way that she'd used to - saying his name, soothing him, making him feel useful, wanted. No. It was too late for that. He didn't need her, the whore.

Growling to himself, he began to shove what few belongings he did have haphazardly into his battered old kit bag; a couple of crumpled-up, blood-spattered shirts, an extra pair of trousers, his jacket. Other than extra clothes, he really didn't own anything in the way of personal effects.

He sure as hell didn't feel like leaving any time soon. Hell, the prospect of a good fight was enough to make him want to stay. But he knew well enough by now that if Emma wanted something done, then it got