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May. 4th, 2007 01:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
focusandcontrol.livejournal.com[OOM: Scott and Jean face a new wrinkle in their lives as something ominous happens...]
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Mar. 23rd, 2007 10:19 pmfocusandcontrol.livejournal.com[OOM: Not Alone... Scott Summer's powers re-awaken, but not easily, and Jean is there with him. Rated LD fort Lovey-Dovey, and O for Ow!]
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Mar. 21st, 2007 08:01 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.comScott is tired and his head is aching as he slumps into a booth. He has been resting for days as his migraines got worse.
However, today is a good day, with only minorly severe aches, and pains that only make him want to kill people and not the entire world.
So, he is out of his rooms, and just sitting with coffee and some toast, eyes hooded as he sits in one of the darker corners of the bar.
However, today is a good day, with only minorly severe aches, and pains that only make him want to kill people and not the entire world.
So, he is out of his rooms, and just sitting with coffee and some toast, eyes hooded as he sits in one of the darker corners of the bar.
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Mar. 16th, 2007 12:38 pmfocusandcontrol.livejournal.com[OOM: After the solace his time here has been, Scott is caught off guard by the return of an old friend. Jean is there to aid, and soothe, and to think on what will be. Millitimed to last night.]
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Mar. 11th, 2007 09:32 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.comScott was downstairs, reading a book bar had provided for him. Advanced Aeronautical Engineering, 2010 Edition, had apparently been her choice of good breakfast material. He agreed and was glued to reading, wondering at the advancements and changes a few short years were bringing in jets and technology to go in them.
Nearby was a plate of half-eaten breakfast, slowly cooling, which he was, even more slowly, making headway on. Every few minutes, he would remember it was there and take a bite, then get caught up in the manual again.
He was a geek for planes, and that was all there was to it.
Nearby was a plate of half-eaten breakfast, slowly cooling, which he was, even more slowly, making headway on. Every few minutes, he would remember it was there and take a bite, then get caught up in the manual again.
He was a geek for planes, and that was all there was to it.
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Feb. 25th, 2007 07:09 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.comOut in the back, in dawn's light, Scott runs. He runs with a concentration and focus that makes every step sure and placed exactly right, and every moment an exercise in control.
He isn't running from anything, but merely starting, again, an old set of exercises. He is used to a routine, being an X-Man, and being loaded with his power, taught him the value of it. And even now, with no sight of his power yet, he still feels the value of it.
And so he runs, pushing himself, and reaching for control.
He isn't running from anything, but merely starting, again, an old set of exercises. He is used to a routine, being an X-Man, and being loaded with his power, taught him the value of it. And even now, with no sight of his power yet, he still feels the value of it.
And so he runs, pushing himself, and reaching for control.
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Feb. 23rd, 2007 08:32 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.comOutside, walking through the back area, Scott was thinking. Old training kept his steps sure, even on unknown ground, and kept part of him aware, even as his mind was turning over several thoughts.
Ever since coming to this strange place, he had found that the more questions he got answered, the more questions he had. About this place, about what happened to him, about the people here and the way it was run, about dangers, and about allies.
He had met a few interesting people, and even they brought on more questions. He wasn't sure what to feel, and it was an odd thing for him. He had spent most of his life sure of himself and his mission, his role in life. Suddenly, he was cut off from home, from his people, with his wife and nothing else of the past.
It felt a little unstable. Not to mention his powers being gone, and nothing, not even the headaches to let him know that he was still the same.
A thoughtful Scott wandered in the back area, troubled.
Ever since coming to this strange place, he had found that the more questions he got answered, the more questions he had. About this place, about what happened to him, about the people here and the way it was run, about dangers, and about allies.
He had met a few interesting people, and even they brought on more questions. He wasn't sure what to feel, and it was an odd thing for him. He had spent most of his life sure of himself and his mission, his role in life. Suddenly, he was cut off from home, from his people, with his wife and nothing else of the past.
It felt a little unstable. Not to mention his powers being gone, and nothing, not even the headaches to let him know that he was still the same.
A thoughtful Scott wandered in the back area, troubled.
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Feb. 20th, 2007 12:04 pmbecomingphoenix.livejournal.comThe last thing she'd expected when coming downstairs from her and Scott's room was this. Unlike what she'd been wearing she suddenly found herself in some medieval dress. The kind that would befit a queen. Though its also the weight on her face that catches her attention and she reaches up to find a mask there. The redhead is highly amused to say the least. But then she notes some of the other patrons and can't help but smile. This could definitely get interesting.
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Feb. 18th, 2007 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
futures_of_ashIt was morning, so of course Rachel had come in off an evening on the lake, frost making her hair glitter for a moment before flame gentled the cold away. Bar, in her usual manner, supplied a plate of some food or another, and for once she didn't pick at it or complain.
Nope, she was eating with an almost mechanical efficiency as her eyes scanned the bar.
Security member in bar!
[Open to all, slow eventually]
Nope, she was eating with an almost mechanical efficiency as her eyes scanned the bar.
Security member in bar!
[Open to all, slow eventually]
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Feb. 18th, 2007 07:24 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.comIt was weird, not needing the visor, not needing anything on his face. It was far weirder knowing that that weight behind his eyes was gone. It made Scott feel off-balance, off his stride. But he adapted, slowly, and he coped anyway, in the mean time.
So, he was downstairs, at a booth, and watching the main Bar area. The events of his first few days here had been exhausting, and he had so far done little in the way of interacting. But he needed to know a few things, and there was no better way than to be here, watching, and possibly asking a few questions.
His face was blank, an old practiced expression, as he watched the room and sipped lemon tea.
So, he was downstairs, at a booth, and watching the main Bar area. The events of his first few days here had been exhausting, and he had so far done little in the way of interacting. But he needed to know a few things, and there was no better way than to be here, watching, and possibly asking a few questions.
His face was blank, an old practiced expression, as he watched the room and sipped lemon tea.
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Feb. 15th, 2007 11:00 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.com[OOM: After Jean Grey arrives in Milliways, she and Scott Summers go up to his room. There is kissing, discussion, postponement of further discussion, innuendo, and snuggling. Rated S for Sappy.]
becomingphoenix.livejournal.comDestruction.
A promise to kill her.
Claws.
Searing pain.
Voices in her head.
Darkness.
After that darkness there was sudden warmth, flames surrounding her. As if protecting her. From what though no one truly knew. Perhaps from the old life and bringing her back to the new. Perhaps protecting her for a whole other reason. A naked body encased only in flames falls through the void and into the snow. The snow around that body instantly melting with the heat.
Green eyes filled with fire snap open, scanning the area that’s around her. Her mind reaches out seeking something familiar. Something perhaps from her old life. Or perhaps its gauging those that would do her harm. Though we doubt that could happen. Death had taken her but now with the mergence of the Phoenix, she has risen from the ashes.
Reborn.
And ultimately has entered the confines of Milliways.
[OOC: Jean Grey is taken from the end of X3. And just a note the Phoenix part of her is not part of multiple personality disorder like in the movie. She is host to the Phoenix like in the comics.]
A promise to kill her.
Claws.
Searing pain.
Voices in her head.
Darkness.
After that darkness there was sudden warmth, flames surrounding her. As if protecting her. From what though no one truly knew. Perhaps from the old life and bringing her back to the new. Perhaps protecting her for a whole other reason. A naked body encased only in flames falls through the void and into the snow. The snow around that body instantly melting with the heat.
Green eyes filled with fire snap open, scanning the area that’s around her. Her mind reaches out seeking something familiar. Something perhaps from her old life. Or perhaps its gauging those that would do her harm. Though we doubt that could happen. Death had taken her but now with the mergence of the Phoenix, she has risen from the ashes.
Reborn.
And ultimately has entered the confines of Milliways.
[OOC: Jean Grey is taken from the end of X3. And just a note the Phoenix part of her is not part of multiple personality disorder like in the movie. She is host to the Phoenix like in the comics.]
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Feb. 14th, 2007 10:37 amfocusandcontrol.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to last night... Arrival and Falling... Scott Summers hits Milliways. Milliways hits back.]
