It's hard out here for a mutant. (It really is.) Some days you end up so penniless and sad that you've got to do cheap human pet tricks on street corners to scrape up enough money for a box of instant ramen and a pack of cigarettes. Some days you end up living in the sewers or Antarctica (fuck Antarctica, man) or wherever-the-hell-else because ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentlemen, the future is here, and the future begins with one thing we have long been promised. Jet packs.

Hammer Industries is proud to unveil the first of its kind - The Hammerpack. You, citizens of Xanadu, are hereby invited to a demonstration in three weeks time wherein one lucky member of the public will get to use it for themselves ( Read more... )

It's been exactly three years since Roger has attempted eating oysters. Well, three years give or take. He's not exactly counting ( Read more... )

"Right. Well, you could be real. Or, you could all be mildly disturbing and possibly tumor-induced figments of my admittedly well-developed imagination.

Who wants to play Twenty Questions?"

[ooc: I'm attempting an experiment. Tony will be collecting details he gleans about everyone he comes in contact with. Those details will be listed on his ( Read more... )

While he knew the definition of the word, it wasn't until after a year on Tatooine that he truly understood the meaning of exile. The desert planet was already sparse and with his only contact with the outside world being a moisture farmer and his wife, Obi-Wan heard little news of the war outside of Owen's grumbling ( Read more... )

Summer was amazing, wasn't it? The beautiful people, the sun, the waves... or at least, waves lapping up against concrete rather than sand. The beach was overrated.

With flip-flops on his feet, trunks on his legs, a towel looped around his neck, and a float on his waist, Hammer strutted happily to the pool in his Miami vacation home. Ridding ( Read more... )

Those denizens of Xanadu inclined to pick up these sorts of things on their PINpoints/iPhones/Personal Communication Devices might find what appears to be a sort of want ad being broadcast: the face of a man who looks like he's lived a life cursed to be interesting, chewing absently on the end of a toothpick, his words spoken in broken and deeply ( Read more... )

anybody else live here? there anything you gotta do with mail forwarding cuz the whole city changed?

nice to see the space whales still around tho!

(in b4 cries of YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND LIVING HERE etc)

ps how is everybody

Remy is on the outskirts of the Agora, relaxing at a table outside the bar. It's a nice day out, and he's probably not doing ( Read more... )

Stepping through a door and into somewhere unexpected. It's not the first time Logan's done it, and it probably won't be the last. Ten years ago he would have relished it. Two years ago, maybe. Now, not so much. He has places to go, people to see, demons to exorcise ( Read more... )

He's still not entirely sold on this concept, of blithely scrambling his molecules with a device that isn't even from his dimension, let alone something he understands the workings of. But there's no real alcohol on the Enterprise, aside from Scotty's questionable hooch (it's probably made from machine oil anyway), and McCoy has finished off that ( Read more... )