Tagging any/all Runaways and Wither

[runawaywitch]

Nico had the Staff of One out, laying across her lap as she stared at the very neutral walls of the little… well, sitting area was the best way to describe it. This was where they’d all been stuck after the Avengers had determined that they weren’t in need of any immediate medical care. The sitting area had the only door out. There weren’t any

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[polyesterman]

Kevin was draped on an armchair, back in his customary black garb. He flexed his fingers in his black gloves, studying the ridged rubber surface on the fingertips. Even better than his old pair at Xavier's, really. Everything at the Tower seemed to be better than Xavier's, even the scrap metal. He'd seen the open door to the hangar, with its gleaming surfaces and piles of detritus in the corner. He hoped that he could get someone to give him some welding tools before he went crazy from the temptation

[runawaywitch]

"So you do industrial art?" Nico asked, leaping easily onto the new subject. "They used to offer classes on it where I went to school, and I always wanted to give it a try, but I could never con my parents into letting me."

She settled on the arm of Kevin's chair, shifting the Staff so that it was propped against her leg. "I saw an exibit with stuff from the Keswick School of Industrial Art when it was passing through, too."

[polyesterman]

((OOC: How's about a new thread for the next post?))

Kevin leaned back automatically, an excited look on his face. He didn't even realize that he tried to keep at least half a foot between himself and anyone else. "I'd die to see their stuff. I didn't peg you as anyone who kept up with art, for some reason, though."

He looked up as Molly exited the room that the blonde and her ...alien... friend were in, saying something about movies or some such thing. "Hey, I think we have some time to kill, have you found out if this TV does videos?"