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[studious_snake]

Who: Jay Nagai and Megan Gwynn
What: Freeing Jay from the tiny room
Where: The arrival room
When: Afternoon
Notes: None
Warnings: None.

While Jay waited, he continued to reply on his CiD to pass the time, hoping it wouldn't take the pink haired girl too long, but content for the moment replying to comments. He was, at the very least, finding out useful information. Sitting cross legged, head bent over his CiD, he looked very much human. He had no intention of allowing even the slightest snake-like trait to slip through when someone might see him, even if that someone had pink hair and wings. At least, not for now. After all, the more people who accidentally discovered his secret, the less likely it would be a secret, and while there may not be any need for that secret, he wanted to find out for sure before taking it on faith that everyone would be okay with it if they knew his true form was a very large and poisonous snake.

» what was the song inside your head?

[timewreck]

Who: Kiden and Remy
What: Doing what people do after grocery shopping?
Where: THE HOUSE OF LOL
When: Day after this thread.
Warnings: Kiden's mouth.

Even though she's been homeless again for only over a year, getting back into the routine of living in a house with other people is still weird to Kiden. Last time, she knew her roommates back to front. Here she only really knows--and trusts--Laura, but as the days pass, comfort sets in and Kiden will actually speak when she sees Wanda or Remy or even one of Wanda's around the place. A less sullen Kiden is always a good thing.

She doesn't really know if Remy invited her along to the store to keep her busy, out of trouble, or because he wanted her company. Whichever one it is, Kiden did manage to slip a pack of chocolate sandwich cookies into the cart that she heads for first as soon as they bring in the bags of groceries, so she doesn't care in the end. Stuffing a cookie into her mouth whole before actually settling down to work, she makes an attempt to toss a box of pasta onto a high cabinet shelf. Doing things the right way is for losers.

and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

[cerebral]

Who: Charles Xavier & Remy LeBeau, later Erik Lehnsherr.

What: ...someone isn't handling integration well.

Where: Near the fog.
When: Newdi early afternoon.

Notes: Mind horrors.
Warnings: None.

It had started out with good intentions. No, that's a lie. It had started out with Charles telling himself that this was a walk like any other, while he kept the real reason why he took that particular route at the back of his mind.

The fog bothered him. He could accept the gods as extraordinarily powerful beings, although he questioned their self-proclaimed divine status. He could accept magic and had already began to read various introductory books on thaumoturgy. But there were few solid facts about the fog --it was there, it gated them in and it contained monsters, but the rest was up to speculation.

And in the meantime, every part of him was railing against the idea of being trapped in this city. Perhaps if Raven, or Hank, or any of the other younger mutants were here, he would have put on a brave face and tried to handle things better for them. When it was himself--

But it wasn't only himself, there was Erik. And Erik was going out into the wilds while telling him not to, which only gave him more reason to worry.

At least, Charles thought, he had no intention of entering the gloom in front of him (although it only assuaged his guilt a little.) All he needed was to be near enough to let his mind wander into the great vastness before him.

After a long time staring at it, he closed his eyes, put two fingers to his temple and searched.

What he found was in some ways much, much worse than the rumours or his own imagination.