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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 1:08 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Okay, so here's the next try to get something happening, now that we have a more reasonable number of students.
Excitement was was the word of the day at Xavier's Academy. It filled the halls, the classrooms, and the hearts and minds of every single student. It was the start of the ski weekend, and everyone was eager to take a break from their studies and their training. Everybody was ready to just relax by the fire, or to revel in the thrill of skiing down the snow-covered slopes, or to simply be somewhere that wasn't "school." There was one person who wasn't touched by this excitement, however. Jean Auclair was one of the "lucky" professors to be "chosen" to chaperon this trip, and was grudgingly checking that all of the students that were planning to go were packed, and those that weren't allowed to go knew that they should stop their plans and unpack. It wasn't a glorious job by any means, and it was certainly far from being what Jean would have preferred to spend his Friday afternoon doing, but at least he wasn't handling the reservations or handling the loading of luggage or anything troublesome like that. Yes, Jean was somewhat less than enthused by the prospect of the ski trip. While he wouldn't have to grade any papers or teach any classes or even answer any questions -- or so he hoped; he hadn't assigned homework specifically to this end, anyway -- he would be away from his books and his coffee. Of course, he'd packed an armful of those books, and he knew he could find coffee at the resort if he was really desperate -- that wasn't the real reason for his lack of excitement. It wasn't the cold inherent in going on a ski trip, either -- Jean owned several nice, wool coats, and rather preferred the cold, actually. So it wasn't that. No, the reason Jean couldn't look forward to the ski trip was simply because it revolved around skiing. Skiing was not simply one more thing that he couldn't do -- it was, in fact, rather high on his top ten list of "Thing's I'm Bad At." So, while everyone else was having a fantastic time, Jean would be sitting around in the lodge, reading. Not an unpleasant activity, of course -- far from it, in fact -- but not an activity that he couldn't do in the comfort of his own apartment. Furthermore, that he had to play babysitter to a bunch of over-excited, teenage mutants -- if otherwise generally amiable ones -- in order to do this thing which was really not out of the ordinary at all. It was with this in mind that Jean rather flatly knocked on the next door on his list. The hall behind him was filled with the din of kids excitedly lugging their approved luggage to the foyer, where it would be packed into the buses. Jean somewhat successfully blocked this ruckus from his mind as he called out, "It eez Professor Auclair. Baggage check time." It would have been fairly clear to any who knew him and his idiosyncrasies well that he was in a less than stellar mood -- his french accent was readily audible. "If you are not packed, zen you are not going." --- Elsewhere, an excited young lady was enthusiastically helping load the luggage, under the watchful guidance of another, less responsibility-hating professor. Natalie had been quick to jump on the opportunity to exchange a bit of physical labor for first pick of seats on the bus. She knew well that the back of the bus was the best place, with the one row facing backwards making it easy to have conversations with more people, or even to play cards or some other game. She also knew that there were few that didn't know about this, and that the only way to actually get the back seats was to take advantage of whatever deal the professors make to get them. Yes, Natalie was quite excited for this trip. Even she could not quite say exactly why, however. It wasn't the fact that none of her professors had assigned homework of any kind -- though that was certainly nice; after having graduated from college, returning to high-school style work was rather too tedious for her tastes. It was a necessary evil, of course, but that didn't stop her from disliking it. It also wasn't the skiing that made her really excited. Certainly she looked forward to the skiing -- she'd only had the opportunity to do it once before, but she had rather excelled at it, and had fallen in love with it instantly -- but that wasn't really the biggest reason for her excitement. No, the reason Natalie was so impatient to start the ski trip was because she had a good feeling about it. Of course, she would never tell this reason to anyone else -- after all, it could seem rather silly, and even meaningless to them. For her, however, it was different -- special, even. When she had this sort of "good feeling" -- when her intuition told her that something big, something interesting, something good was going to happen, it always did. She didn't always know exactly what that was, or when it was, but something always happened. And Natalie was eager to find out what was going to happen this time. OOC: Alright.... Whoever posts first can place themselves near either, I guess.... Or separate, if you really like.... I tried to leave several openings, and to keep my characters separated.
Let's hope that something awesome will happen here. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I can dream :) Not sure what else to say, but I think the plan is that all the teachers will go as some chaperon, and all of our students will be going as, well, students. We'll say 3 students to a room so that the three girls can room together. Dan, sorry but I guess you're on your own. If you're desperate then I "could" revive my other student, but you probably won't spend a lot of time in the rooms anyway...? |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:42 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Merda," Carmen muttered, as the latch on her suitcase popped yet again. Clothes went flying across the room in a colorful explosion, leaving several jewel-toned sweaters strewn across the floor, a white fleece hat on the front of her desk, a neon green polka-dotted bra perched on the windowsill like some strange bird, and a pair of jeans hanging from the doorknob. "Uh, right," she called from the other side of the room, frantically looking around to take a mental inventory of all the clothing items that were now scattered everywhere. She took a moment to appreciate the fact that her roommate had already packed and was probably off being responsible and helping with the younger kids somewhere, so she wasn't here to rag on Carmen about the state of the room. "Right, Professor, I'm totally done. Just give me a second to... finish." She closed her eyes for a moment, and the items on the floor silently disappeared, landing in the suitcase just as they'd been on the floor-- crumpled, messy-- but at least they were in the right place now. Another quick glance around the room told her that all was as it should be; she snapped the suitcase closed, which took a good deal of effort (she'd left it open this time, rather than attempting to fill it while it was still shut, which had resulted in the first explosion) and opened the door.
"Why, Professor Auclair!" Carmen took in the professor's appearance-- he didn't seem terribly enthusiastic, and she couldn't understand why. Didn't he understand that interesting things happened on trips like these? A change of scene could lead so quickly to a change of pace; kindling romances, fiery arguments... Carmen was excited, not for the skiing, but for anything that might be happening on the sidelines. She wasn't much of a gossiper, and she could keep the juiciest of secrets to herself, but that didn't mean she didn't love seeing them, or hearing them, or even just thinking about them. Perhaps some of the students would get lost and there would be a huge to-do as the teachers tried to put together search teams and everyone panicked. The heightened stress levels might create tensions among them; Kaldev and le Fay already seemed at odds under the best of conditions, and Carmen wondered whether such a situation would result in a massive explosive fight. She could see it now: the bright glare of the sun reflecting off the blinding white snow, the whistle of the frigid wind as the two stared each other down in silence, and the final moments of heavy calm before everything went to pieces-- Or maybe there would be some sort of celebrity there, like a famous actor or a musician of some sort. The girls would all go crazy, and Carmen was fair-minded enough to include herself in that expectation, but she also knew that she would be paying more attention to whether any of the girls managed to sneak out from under the watchful eyes of the teachers for a midnight rendezvous-- oh, it was all just too much. "Aren't you looking forward to this, Professor?" she asked, pulling her suitcase to a place where it was visible. "See? All packed. Now, don't tell me you're not looking forward to sitting by the fire, checking out all the bella donnas..." She raised her eyebrows suggestively. Anyone who knew her knew that this was just how she interacted with everyone, teacher or no, although some of the teachers still found it disconcerting. "I mean, come on, bello*. You might have fun." --- Chavi supposed, really, that it only made sense for them to ask her to come along; aside from the fact that they were in need of chaperones, there was also the fact that most of the student body would be going on this trip, as well as much of the faculty, and as she was easily the best medical specialist they had, she really had no choice. She felt responsible for these students, in a way; how horrible would she feel if anything were to happen to one of them and she wasn't there to help? At the same time, though, she was a little bit nervous. She hadn't really left Xavier's school much since-- well, since she got here. She'd gone on the occasional mission with the X-men, yes, or the infrequent research presentations that she sometimes attended, but these were usually either by herself or with other adults that she knew could take care of themselves. This time, it was students, and a large group of them, too. A day trip to the museum was one thing; a weekend vacation? That was quite another. Still, she trusted Xavier to keep them safe, and if he said he'd taken the necessary precautions, then she believed him. She had few things to take with her, and most of it had already been packed. She was currently collecting reading material on various strains of bacteria that she'd been studying recently, as well as her notes, data, and the like. It didn't take her long to get it all packed neatly away. It would probably be best, she thought, to go check on things outside; it would give her a chance to drop the bag off at her seat on the bus, and it would also be a good idea on general principle. She wasn't sure who was supervising the loading of the luggage or the checking of the roster, but she thought they might be able to use a little help. "Miss Poulain," she greeted Natalie, as she was the first one Chavi saw. "Things are running smoothly, I hope?" OOC:*male form of "bella." Kind of a term of endearment, except she uses tt with, like, everyone, so not really.
Yay X-men! Maybe this'll actually go somewhere...? |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:18 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Aurelia hated winter. She hated the cold and the snow and everything it entailed. Ice, having to wear tons of clothes because it was too cold not to, that nasty brown sand on the roads, and most of all, most of all- that in the winter, ghosts were more active. More active, and there were more of them. More people died in the winter than any other time of year. Many simply passed of old age, but also from accidents or hypothermia, and add to that the multitude of spirits who had already passed on, but by sheer will forced themselves back to this world to spend time with their families. (Even after death, Americans treasured Christmas and Hanukah and holiday break. Aurelia didn’t get what all the fuss was about.)
Mrs. O’Leary was one of them. Which would have been normal enough… if Aurelia was related to her in any way. “Now, now, dear, I hear you’re goin’ skiing,” she said, Irish accent thick even in death. “Best pack your long johns or you’ll catch your death of cold.” “Yes, Nana,” Aurelia mumbled defeatedly. No matter what she told Mrs. O’Leary, the poor sweet old lady was convinced she was Aurelia’s grandmother. So she’d decided to just give in. She had enough to deal with right now without trying to send a particularly willful ghost with dementia back to the beyond: packing, getting her students together… Oh, right. She had to get her students together. Aurelia hurried her packing along, adding some blessed water and chalk just in case, and grabbed her father off the shelf on the way out. “You almost forgot me,” Avel le Fay grumped. His stubby burlap sack arms folded in a huff. “Oh come off it, I did not,” Aurelia said. “Dear, your coat doesn’t look nearly thick enough,” Mrs. O’Leary began, but Aurelia cut her off mid-sentence. “Nana, I’ll put on a thicker coat if I need to, don’t worry. Now, you stay here and watch the children, okay?” “All right, and I’ll keep a lookout for that sister of yours!” “Um…” “The one with bright blue eyes and the prettiest blonde hair you ever saw.” Avel snickered, and Aurelia tightened her grip around his middle. “Don’t laugh at her, you’ll just make her cry, dad. And before you ask, I'm deadly serious.” He coughed nervously. “All right, see you in a few days,” She said to Mrs. O’Leary brightly, and then made her rounds and gathered everyone at the bus. Aurelia stowed her luggage in the compartments with everyone else’s stuff, and then made her way up to her seat. Everyone else filed in, and when the headmaster gave an approving nod to the bus-driver, they were off to the mountains. OOC:UNFASHIONABLY LATE OTL |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:48 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Well since it's pretty obvious nobody else is going to post...
"If you must know," Professor Auclair responded, casting a weary eye on Carmen's suitcase, "I am not... excited." The professor glanced at the clipboard in his hand which had a packing checklist on it only briefly before shoving it towards the girl. He was pretty sure it wasn't in his contract to baby each and every student. Actually, he was pretty sure he didn't have an actual contract, but he took that as a convenient excuse to make up his own terms as he went. Though he usually was diligent about his duties, when it came to doing things he wasn't strictly required to do, or that he wasn't particularly interested in, he made exceptions. When those two happened to overlap, well, then the correct choice was obvious. "Maybe zey be a pretty lady or two," Auclair admitted somewhat reluctantly, pulling out the chair at Carmen's desk and taking a seat on it. "But ze day I need to go to a ski resort to find a lady is ze day I am dead, no?" he said with a wink. Though he would never set his sights on a student -- he had little taste for immature women, a broad category into which he tended to automatically group all women that hadn't passed their early twenties -- Auclair was not against a little harmless banter with one, particularly if they started it. He rather disagreed with Machiavelli on that particular topic -- at least with students, Auclair much preferred to be loved. "Let us hurry and check off your list, yes?" the professor said, glancing at his pocket watch. "I want to get this one over with sooner rather zan later. Your friends, they are waiting, I think." --- "Everything's perfect, ma'am!" Natalie said excitedly, jumping up from the pile of suitcases she had been climbing as though it were a mountain, and saluting with a playful grin on her face. Unfortunately, in the process of her play-militarism, she managed to drop the suitcase she'd been picking up. While it stayed closed, it slid all the way to the bottom of the stack, and Natalie cursed under her breath in French as she chased down after it. "Perfect... just... going fine," she said, her face crimson as she reached the suitcase and pulled it off the ground. OOC: Time warp? Oh well. I didn't want to post them arriving >_>; Hurray posting...? <_<; |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 2:32 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Carmen laughed, taking the clipboard from the professor's hand and sitting on the edge of her bed. Her feet found their usual place, propped up on the desk; this was really the only reason she kept the desk in a state remotely close to "tidy." Schoolwork came second to having a place to prop her feet. Schoolwork, as a general rule, came second to everything. "But at a ski resort, see, all 'ze pretty ladies' will be so very cold after a long day of skiing..." She shot him a grin and took a glance down at the clipboard. "Toiletries. Check. You can... how you say... warm 'zem up?" Her eyes were still glued to the checklist, although it was obvious by her voice and the expression on her fact that she was poking fun at his accent and turn of phrase. "Socks. Check. Glasses (if applicable). Phone. Coat. Snowboots. Yep." She continued to check off items (several of which she was unsure whether she'd actually remembered to pack, but she figured they weren't all that important-- and it wasn't like she could fit anything else, anyway), all the while keeping a nervous eye on the suitcase. Don't explode. Per favore, don't explode.
"My friends are all overprepared," she shot back, still grinning despite her certainty that the suitcase was straining at the latch in a way it shouldn't be. "Patience, piccolino. You wouldn't want me to forget something terribly important, would you?" Given the offhandedness with which she was crossing things off the list, chances were good that she was forgetting something, but she wasn't concerned. Besides, it got her finished faster. "Now you see it," she said, waggling her fingers to bring his attention to the clipboard, "and now you don't." With a flourish, she passed a corner of the bedspread over the clipboard, momentarily concealing it from view; when it cleared, the clipboard was no longer there, instead resting atop Professor Auclair's head. "Voilà! --- "Yes. I can... see that." Chavi raised a hand to her temple; she could feel the first stirrings of a headache coming on, probably not helped by her nervousness and lack of sleep. Well, it was a fairly sunny day, despite the cold-- a few minutes outside should help. Perhaps she could find a seat by a window. Perhaps there would be enough seats that she wouldn't have to share... or perhaps not. Well, even if she'd found herself with an annoying seatmate (Aurelia being the only real example that she could think of off the top of her head), she at least had her medical journals to read, and she'd had the foresight to bring along a thermos full of cold water. It would give her a place to focus her energy on if the situation began to get the better of her. But then, perhaps that entire situation could be avoided. "Miss Poulain," she began, watching the girl struggle with suitcases. "When you are finished, perhaps you would care to share a seat with me." Despite Natalie's spaciness, she was easy to get along with and Chavi was entertaining vague ideas of hiring her in her free time as a laboratory assistant, if she cared to take part it something like that. She had potential, if she could learn to focus her attention on what she was doing... which, Chavi amended, was a lesson that would be a long time coming. Ah well. For the time being, she might prove to be a tolerable seatmate. OOC:I'll let someone else post the arrival... I <3 time warps. |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Takahashi was taking special care this morning to pack his suitcase neatly. Back home, it had been a nasty habit of his to just jam as much of his clothing into his luggage as fast as humanly possible. Since coming to this new school, he'd thought of it as a chore to re-invent himself to stay off the grid entirely. More recently, however, he'd begun to take to heart this idea of being able to get a second chance at being a regular kid. Here, there was no constant threat of being outed and killed by Mafia thugs, gunned down in the middle of a public street.
That, of course, didn't mean he wasn't constantly aware of everything going on about him. He briefly mused at the irony of his train of thought as he carefully placed a well-polished Colt .45 into the sewn-in holster on his dark cashmere winter coat. After finishing his packing, Takahashi grabbed his suitcase and his coat and headed out into the hallway. Closing the door behind him, he switched the lock and turned the deadbolt with a wave of his hand. He walked briskly down the hallway from his room to the main stair, nodding to professors along the way, almost casually identifying the exact number of people around him and how many were watching him go by. Catching himself policing his surroundings, he smiled as he thought of how different his life had become. As he reached up to push his thin-framed glasses higher up on his nose, he glanced down the stairs and across the foyer out toward the buses, where he noticed a classmate slide down a pile of luggage. Typical, he thought, as he recognized Natalie. More than that, Professor Kaldev standing nearby and mildly irritated was equally predictable. Figuring he might be in for some mild amusement, Takahashi slid down banister into the lobby and made his way over to the buses parked outside. Leaving the building, Takahashi couldn't help but notice the sudden drop in temperature. The sun was warming his face, true enough, but the air was rather chilly in comparison. As he came up next to Natalie and the professor, he tossed his bag up onto the growing mountain of luggage, slipped into his coat and smiled a warm and, surprisingly enough, genuine smile. "All ready?" he asked the two merrily, honestly excited for the first time in months. Not that he hadn't come to love the mansion, but everyone needs to get away at some point, and where better than a ski resort to feel a different set surroundings? OOC:LIFE!! JESUS ROLLS A 21!
ALSO, THIS IS MY 900TH POST. wOOt CAPS |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 10:29 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Okay, you have convinced me," Jean relented, though he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "I will attempt to have a good time zear. But I promise nothing. If I retire at night with less than one lady on each arm, you may not be disappointed in me."
As he retrieved the clipboard from the top of his head, Jean arched an eyebrow at his student. He wasn't very impressed with "magic." Not really. It was something he would never have the coordination to accomplish, to be sure, but he discovered one day in one of his books that it was nothing more than that -- skillful hand-waving. Of course, what Carmen had done was a little bit more involved, a little bit more like "real" magic. Still, he could make himself disappear better than any magician could, and with none of the hand-waving. And if he could do it, Jean reasoned, it wasn't very interesting. There was a flaw somewhere in that logic, he knew, but he didn't have any great interest in rethinking his opinions on magic. That being said, he wouldn't have been Jean if he didn't humor the girl at least a little bit. "Bravo," the professor said with a quirk of his mouth that might have been a grin. He even clapped his free hand lightly on the clipboard. "That suitcase is your responsibility for bringing to the buses," Jean said, sliding to his feet and moving towards the door. He had caught the sidelong glances she had been giving it, and wanted nothing to do with its handling. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sure we shall meet again shortly." --- Natalie had just returned from shoving the suitcase into the bus when she heard Professor Kaldev's request. "Oh, would I!" she exclaimed, positively beaming with excitement. Natalie's mind filled wonderful visions, almost none of which could possibly happen; several involved lengthy lab work. The sudden sound of a suitcase getting tossed atop other suitcases brought her out of her reverie. "Oh right... after I'm finished," she said with an almost surprising lack of embarrassment. Immediately returning to her work, Natalie went back off into her own world, completely ignoring Takahashi except for an almost uncharacteristically weak wave. She was much too busy imaging what sort of secret formulas Professor Kaldev would teach her on the trip to say "hello." OOC: Alright, well I think whoever's next should be able to skip to the bus ride, to the resort, or not at all with this post. So, yeah. |
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