A methodical hand took the small white pills and dropped them into the toilet. With a loud Flush!, he watched them vanish, then sat there on the cold tile floor, head sunken down between his hands. He was in a nice small enclosed area, just the kind of environment he needed to think. The trouble was Martini didn't want to think, not anymore. ( Read more... )

Following her conversation with Julio over the phone, Rogue had attempted to sleep and found it far too difficult. She had bits of his memory floating around, the nightmares were almost as bad as with Carol. She'd expected something like this, but she'd never expected the depth of despair that she'd found. Rictor masked a lot of things with his ( Read more... )

It probably was a normal day in the Mess Hall, at least until she walked in. She'd only just been written into the facility and had already made her way, wearing her usual birthday suit, straight to the most common area in the fort. She deliberately walked with an undeniable sense of pride and power, even though she'd downgraded from leading her ( Read more... )

Getting permission for the four of them to go to Spokane had been pretty easy considering that Ric could just ask Emma outright and getting there had been a quicker event thanks to a poker game in his favour and the debt being called in as a lift into town for them all. Wandering down West Main Avenue away from the Cyrus O'Leary's Restaurant (they' ( Read more... )

Things were slow between missions. With nothing to do, Gambit quickly got bored with things. He did some card tossing, his usual workout routine and then a break for lunch. After that, though, the day slowed down. He hoped there would be a mission soon, otherwise he was going to start breaking into places again just for something to do. He thought ( Read more... )

While the mission with Wade was counted as a success, Rogue hoped to hell that they didn't use her for anything like that again. She understood how helpful it could be, she understood how much easier it was, but it was still her head and her mind and her feeling the strain of too many foreign memories. Carol always got louder when someone else ( Read more... )

There were good days and then there were bad days. Everyone could agree on this. With Martini, this took on a whole other meaning in regards to his visions. Some days he could filter them out and stay grounded in the present. Others, they pressed in hard and thick, making concentration all but impossible. If he fought it, all that would happen was ( Read more... )

There’s a steady swooshing sound accompanied by some ridiculously loud laughter and gleeful yelps of amusement followed finally by a loud THUD coming from the stairwell in the Lincoln House. It would seem that Martini and Julio have gotten a hold of an unwanted mattress and are using it as a method of sliding down the stairs. It’s full of claw ( Read more... )

After the debacle that was the camp invasion, Lorna had been keeping a low profile. She and Olivia had been moved into a room in the other building while the damage to theirs was getting fixed -and Lorna was glad, really. A hole in the wall probably wasn't the best in the world to be living with. She also wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to ( Read more... )

With the Captain off camp and Emma distracted by the sheer quantity of building work and repairs that are needed around camp Ric is... well he is bending the rules, not breaking, merely manipulating them to suit his needs. Really there's no-one actually enforcing the curfew and the non-mutant soldiers around the camp are clearly still reeling from ( Read more... )