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[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:06 am] |
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| log: mark sheppard & bea boschelli |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
summary. [backdated to after this] After Bea and Mark go out for food, Mark invites her back to her room and shows her his instrument(s).
( We should do it more often, gorgeous. ) |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:43 am] |
Sorry I hurt some of you.
And about the ghosts, they're all gone now. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|01:38 am] |
In the end the only thing to do had been to shove her in the powers room and let the ectoplasm run its course. Jubilee, Cecilia and Logan had tracked her down once she’d made a run for it out of the hotel and managed to subdue her enough to get her back safely, not surprising really given their mutations and teamwork. Thankfully the room could take a fair amount of punishment, probably more than Momo was capable of dealing really and after more than a day of being locked in that room for her own safety as much as anyone else’s, trying to blast her way out in that detached, spooky way the energies that had usurped the control she had over her own body were finally exhausted. Momo sagged into a heap and promptly crawled into the corner to sleep without allowing thoughts to coagulate or memories to solidify.
Sometime later –- the time of day being pretty much impossible to determine in there and her watch being broken -- she woke up; aching, hungry and in a daze she made her way to the door. When she banged her small palms on it and hoarsely announced that she was ready to come out now in her usual voice whoever was out thee opened it up for her and she all but tumbled out, waving off any queries as to her health.
Yes, she was fine. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. Thank you, but she just wanted to lock herself in her room for a while.
That being exactly what she did. Momo didn’t know how she felt about what had happened yet, she wasn’t even sure that she knew with one hundred percent certainty what had happened, and maybe she would when her thoughts sorted themselves out and maybe she wouldn’t. All she knew was that she was sore and tired and dirty and she wanted to clean up and then hide.
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|06:40 pm] |
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Is it the holiday season which attracts this amount of strangeness to the hotel? |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|02:09 am] |
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( Wade ) |
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| LOG: Dominic Petros & Rogue. |
[Oct. 10th, 2009|12:28 pm] |
SUMMARY: Backdated to around the 10th of October. Dom curiously pokes Rogue for more insight into John's recent behavior, and she gets irritable and cracks a little. A sofa in front of a TV isn't a place for an argument, though, and fortunately, they get out of it unscathed.
( E-yelled? Is that what the cool kids are calling it? ) |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
So, fairytale dreams and ghosts. Just when I think things cannot get any weirder.
How's Momo doing, by the by?
Maybe I'll just ask Andrew take me out for a few hours, a break from the madness is needed. |
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| log: piotr and jack |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|08:29 pm] |
summary! With things relatively back to normal, Piotr decides to stop by the local community college where he finds Jack. There is food and talk of the Inferno.
( Jack kind of hated it. ) |
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| this sucks. |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:40 am] |
does anyone else have a STUPID amount of homework to catch up on?
ugh. |
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| log: jean-paul and marie-ange |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|11:53 pm] |
summary! Marie-Ange makes a detour to visit Jean-Paul briefly after her morning PT session. Apparently, there was some news that happened while she was in that coma that no one mentioned. Cue some awkward moments.
( ...What? Did she mishear him? ) |
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| eighth. |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|09:02 am] |
You guys just can't stay out of trouble, can you?
( Madeline. ) |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:48 pm] |
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What the bloody hell is going on? I was just run out of my room by my own possessions. It's like Poltergeist in there. |
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| i haven't lost anything except my mind, |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:06 pm] |
All weekend she had been lying prone on her mattress, largely unmoving save for the odd twitch of her limbs or roll of her eyes while ghosts ran amok around the hotel, unaware and unable to do anything about it. As Monday stretched into the evening hours though her eyes opened; instead of dark brown they were shot through with a luminescent green, much the same colour as the spirits that had been extracting themselves from her body over the course of the last few days. Morgan sat up, only she wasn’t so much Morgan anymore as she was an entity, an amalgamation of the ectoplasm she had been absorbing for the last few months, one that had finally gained control of her body enough to move it.
Blank faced she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Out. They had to get outside. There wasn't one ghost, one entity inside of her, it was an amalgamation and they had one goal in mind. To get outside and away from the hotel, to cause destruction and chaos and to be free, that was all that mattered now. Morgan's body moved towards the door of her room on the fourth floor and grabbed for the handle, only the fingers of the body wouldn't curl around it properly. Gathering necroplasm in the palm of her hand she took the alternate route and blew the door clean off its hinges, sending it rocketing across the corridor and slamming into the opposite wall in a splintered mess. Morgan half lurched through the gap, muscles taut and shaking with tension, head set at an obtuse angle, cloudy green eyes snapping to the left. If anyone got in her way now, they were going to be eating dust and carpet. ( ooc ) |
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| log: betsy braddock and brian braddock. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|05:09 pm] |
summary: the braddock twins finally decide to put aside their differences and meet up for drinks. betsy proudly informs her brother that she's clean and brian wants to know if she's crazy or really telepathic after all. turns out having powers might run in the family. backdated to the day before the fairytale plot kicked off.
( And I haven't met a jar yet that I couldn't open ) |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|10:24 pm] |
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I love you, Halloween, next time let's meet in a bar. You will wear a unicorn costume and I will wear a hippie wig. Together we will listen to the Beatles and have some indoor fun. It will be a repeat of this year, I promise you. |
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