A message from Anonymous
Angel, Scott & Remy are at each others throats because APPARENTLY Scott and Rogue were dating while Remy & Jean were out of the picture. They tried to kill each other in public. With their powers.

((EVERYONE GETS INTO TROUBLE WHEN IM NOT AROUND))

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Home life and other things keep getting in my way.  I love you all, and I will still use this RP blog, but I’m taking a bit of a break from some stuff.  I’ll be back once I find some peace in my life, shouldn’t be too long of a break.

((Have you ever had that irrational feeling that your life is over because of something stupid you’ve done?))

Yeah…

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[text] You still up for a movie marathon, dude? Just let me know when you're available.

[text]  For sure, dude.  I’m available whenever you’re available.

At The Bar - @Rogue, Warren, Jean, Scott, and Moira

rambilingrogue:

thenameisgambit:

therealmarvelgirl:

angelicmight:

rambilingrogue:

She doesn’t know why things are upsetting her so much tonight. She was better at handling them in Vegas even. Them, her love for Remy, she doesn’t question that at all. Yet there had been something, different with Scott. They’d still only had a few minutes to talk, well since he left and came back, to things being so different then when he left.  She buries her head in Remy’s chest as his arms pull her tight, she gives a slight finch at the mention of how handsy Jean and Scott are being. She still doesn’t know why she had such control, was able to do so much…and then it just went away. Yeah she still has some control, but trying to become, intimate with Remy in Vegas, showed her just how far off she was from having that back.

She looks up into his eyes. “Course ah still love y’all.” She kisses his jaw softly, running her hand through his hair. “Ah love y’all no matter what, an I hope the same goes for me t’ere Swamp Rat.” She runs a hand over his back “Course if y’all lose, ah expect a song dedicated t’ me” her eyes sparkle as she teases him.

Warren waves his hand to Jean in denial.  ”No, not at all.  Just my mind racing.  I’ll put up my barriers a bit more if I’m broadcasting too much.”  He smiled and reinforced his mental shields.  He watched as the ball Jean hit, although he wouldn’t battle the fact that it was mostly Scott, sank and smiled.

He put a hand on Jeans shoulder and laughed.  ”Now when did you get so good at pool?”  He smirked playfully, hoping to lighten the subject and his mood.

After making the shoot she kisses Scott and goes back over to Warren. She hugs her friend back, probably her oldest friend if you didn’t include Scott. Though they’d never seemed to have the closeness he shared with Rogue, he was one of her best friends.

“No..it’s not you.  No need for stronger shields. Just.. Scott’s never been one for being affectionate in public, but since Vegas that has changed. Don’t want to make anyone feel, … left out” she blushes somewhat, her thumb running over her extravagant ring, and her very plain more understated engagement ring, their differences looking almost as if they’d been bought by two different people for different partners.

She smiles up at him. “I just don’t wanna make you feel like … well uncomfortable with the affection in the air.” she nudges his shoulder and points over to the juke box where Rogue and Remy have their arms wrapped around each other swaying softly to the music. She gives a small smile as her husband’s best friend kisses Rogue “Never thought I’d see that I have to admit.”

She catches a stray thought about Anna, nothing more than her name. from Scott and looks over at him, trying to hide her shock at the fact he knows her name, she only learning it from Logan a few days ago. She looks over at Warren and wonders if he knows it as well, since she’s like a sister to him. She walks over to the bar and orders a shot, pounding it back, she then gets another Pina Colada, and sits on the bar stool.

He chuckled and picked up his drink, finishing it off before giving her a quick kiss and heading back over to the pool table to take his turn.  “Don’t worry chere, I wouldn’t dream o’ dedicatin’ a song t’no one else.” he said with a wink.  He was able to sink two balls into their pockets, but he was starting to get a little drunk and pool was always harder when he was drunk.  The good thing was, he didn’t mind the idea of having to sing in front of everyone quite so much if he had a good deal of alcohol in his system.

Pouts softly and goes over and wraps her arms around his back leaning against him. “Who said ah was done wit y’all darlin” she kisses against his neck and her hands stroke his sides. “What y’all talkin’ about here anyways” 

Warren smiles, knowing Jean always had the best intentions and was quite the observer.  He smiled at the knowledge that she cared and checked to see if he was alright.  And the truth was that he was fine, he was just missing his own love.  He wished Sam could be here, playing pool with his oldest friends.  Maybe it would show him where he gets the do-gooder attitude he hears people joke about.

He laughed as she pointed out Rogue and Remy, knowing fully well what had transpired he was happy for his friends, but he understood what she was saying.  As odd a couple a the pair was, they worked well together, and Warren was glad to see his best friend happy and able to relax.  She deserved it after all she had put up with.

He looked back to the table and nudged Scott.  ”Who’s turn is it?  I lost my mind for a minute, there.”  He laughed.

Bird boy.

Waddup, Cyke?

ooc;

hey-gigolo-joe:

I’m in need of someone to fix Joe for this plot in progress. Our original fix it man could no longer be apart of it.

I don’t want this to be a simple -Takes into workshop and fixes- post.

I’m not saying it has to be paragraphs long. But I would like the process to take a few days since he is from 2104. Being from the future, he’d be harder to fix.

Can anyone help?

The only one involved right now aside from myself is mrvirgilpepperpotts.

((Signal boost!  She needs your help, guys!))

((Sorry I’ve been neglecting this account lately.))

Starting an OC is a lot of character development work.  Again, I am sorry guys!

Oh!  And if you’re not following him this is the link.

((Hey guys, I’m gonna be mostly on my OC today.))

Started him yesterday and am gonna work more on him.  If you want to follow you can.  He’s an angel but he’ll interact with anybody.

At The Bar - @Rogue, Warren, Jean, Scott, and Moira

rambilingrogue:

thenameisgambit:

cyclopssummers:

therealmarvelgirl:

Looks back and shakes her head as Scott pushes her towards the pool table. “This isn’t my game. ” she looks back and gasps at a thought ~~WE ARE IN PUBLIC MISTER~~ She turns back and throws her arms around his neck kissing him deeply as she grabs the pool cue form behind his head. “I don’t want to hear it if I don’t make the shot.” she grins as she passes Warren, sensing his thoughts she kisses his cheek. “We’re not making you uncomfortable are we sweetie?”

She swats playfully at Scott’s hands as he runs them down her side while she tries to line up her shot. “You said you were going to help.” she shakes her head ~~NO, no that in fact is NOT helpful.~~

He laughs heartily into her kiss and hugs her tightly. “Okay first of all, that, was, LOUD. And secondly, don’t start something you can’t finish and i’ll stop thinking about that.” 

He keeps running his hands along her side every time she tries lining up her shot then jean starts to whine that he’s not playing fair. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll stop, here…” He wraps his hands around hers, helping her to hold the pool Que properly, instead of the way she was holding it…backwards. He steals a kiss on her cheek and smirks to himself. ~~Okay, okay, i’ll stop…I swear. But come on, you know you’ve always wanted to on one of these…maybe we should add one to the penthouse…~~ Jean smacks him playfully and giggles. “Now watch..you gently pull back on the Que, and make sure it’s lined up with the white ball. Not the 8 ball. IF you hit the 8 ball before everything else we’re gonna lose…now.No, don’t try and just WHACK the ball. This isn’t baseball baby. It’s billiards. Okay, gently now..” She hits the ball with him guiding her, it goes in. “See? Wasn’t so hard. Hell, that’s a good shot.”

“Yeah, okay.” he said to Rogue.  He was a bit surprised at this action as she did seem to be a little upset about something but wasn’t saying what.  He put his drink down on top of the jukebox and leaned the pool cue against the wall before wrapping his arms tightly around her.  “Ya sure ya all right?” he asked.  “We can just head home if ya ain’t feelin’ well.”  He glanced over at the pool table where Scott was now teaching Jean how to play.  He rolled his eyes.  “Stop bein’ so handsy wit’ ya wife, one-eye.  We’s in public.” he said with a smirk.  He gave Rogue a quick kiss on the top of the head and grinned at her.  “Dat table ain’t lookin’ too good fo’ me.” he said, gesturing at the pool table.  “Ya still gonna love me if I lose?”

She doesn’t know why things are upsetting her so much tonight. She was better at handling them in Vegas even. Them, her love for Remy, she doesn’t question that at all. Yet there had been something, different with Scott. They’d still only had a few minutes to talk, well since he left and came back, to things being so different then when he left.  She buries her head in Remy’s chest as his arms pull her tight, she gives a slight finch at the mention of how handsy Jean and Scott are being. She still doesn’t know why she had such control, was able to do so much…and then it just went away. Yeah she still has some control, but trying to become, intimate with Remy in Vegas, showed her just how far off she was from having that back.

She looks up into his eyes. “Course ah still love y’all.” She kisses his jaw softly, gunning her hand through his hair. “Ah love y’all no matter what, an I hope the same goes for me t’ere Swamp Rat.” She runs a hand over his back “Course if y’all lose, ah expect a song dedicated t’ me” her eyes sparkle as she teases him.

Warren waves his hand to Jean in denial.  ”No, not at all.  Just my mind racing.  I’ll put up my barriers a bit more if I’m broadcasting too much.”  He smiled and reinforced his mental shields.  He watched as the ball Jean hit, although he wouldn’t battle the fact that it was mostly Scott, sank and smiled.

He put a hand on Jeans shoulder and laughed.  ”Now when did you get so good at pool?”  He smirked playfully, hoping to lighten the subject and his mood.

((So… I made an OC))

>.> you can follow here.

((Taking a break from driving.))

Headed home in a little while, so another hour and a half drive.  All in all, it’s been a good day.

((SLEEP))

Leaving for home tomorrow.  HOORAH!  Holiday Break!

h-hello? *walks up to you covered in blood*

Woah… what happened to you?  -looks shocked but concerned-