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Get Clothes and Goods!; San Fran Shopping Spree
Topic Started: July 17, 2015, 9:55 pm (395 Views)
Kevin
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Character: KaBoom
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



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You are cordially invited to an all expenses paid trip to the Westfrield San Francisco Centre.

Please join me, Yoyo Jin Jinkins (that's my real name.), on Sunday, March 14th for profligate shopping, gluttonous eating, and lots of walking. Many of you need clothes (and showers - just saying), and my prosperous family won't even know the money is gone. However, in the off-chance that they were to find out, I've already taken care of it (I called my mom and dad and asked really nice, and even though they don't like me as much as my siblings, they like me more than not liking me, and so they said yes, and it was not even a little bit begrudging).

Even though a lot of you are really sad and stuff, I want to buy you happiness.

No need to thank me. You're already welcome.

-Yoyo Jin Jenkins

Yoyo knew this was the perfect way to make friends out of the people who disliked his odd speech patterns and unfortunate social skills. Because who, even one person, did not like presents?

He'd made twenty copies of the notice and placed them on all the doors in the residential wing of the Utopian bunker. There was even one left for Dear Scarlett, but she'd gotten back to him quick to thank him for the offer, but she had a lot of work to do. Which was odd considering Yoyo had invited all of her patients, and no one would be left on the island, but he accepted and told her to eat a lot of chocolate.

Unfortunately, his plan wasn't quite as well received as he'd hoped. Only around half of the residents joined in the trip.

Ready to play with friends, woo his acquaintances, and win over his hecklers, he shoved the disappointment of lack of attendees to the back-burner. He had a mission in mind, and was ready to grant wishes!

Yoyo was clad in some slate gray chinos, a strategically saggy and revealing tank top far too large for his frame with the South Korean flag patterned on it in faded ink, muted red boat shoes, and a gray felt panama hat. He greeted everyone on the boat as they group had finished forming.

"Thank you for coming, friends and other people. Last time I teleported to San Francisco with other people, I got shot in the chest. So, I'm not doing that again. And I don't even think I can teleport all of us that far and still have a fun time shopping right after." He was talking as if this was a public speech.

"While you're all very pretty people, I am bored of your bad clothes. Buy anything you want, except not the whole mall, because that's very expensive." He felt very cool.

"You might'a heard I'm popular. I am. If you want to be popular too, you can sit at my table at lunch time. Teon and I will be eating together, because I'm his. I saw his penis and everything. Yes, it was awesome. No, you cannot see it." This was going great!

"Boat...Driver? Captain! The time has come."



It was quick boatride from Utopia to San Francisco. They docked, and Yoyo was the first to march off, excited to get the day started

"Now I don't mean to brag, but I've spent a my fair share of a whole handful of days in San Francisco. I know where a hotel is, even. My ForgePhone has directions to the mall, it's not far!"

Yoyo grabbed Teon's hand. "Get a walking partner, and don't get shot in the chest!" He thought about it. "Just don't get shot at all."

Hi-ho, hi-ho, walking walking.



Tags: San Fran crowd: Cyclops, Dryad, Gargoyle, Icarus, Iceman, Instinct, Phoenix, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan (may have missed some who are going for shopping but leaving before the event)
OOC: EDITED so that we can be in San Fran already.
Edited by Kevin, July 18, 2015, 1:24 pm.
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Matthew
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Character: Urbane
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



This pairing up thing was going to be a blast. Holly could tell already from just how excited Wings was to have him as a partner in shopping crime. Not that Holly planned to commit any crimes. He had carte blanche with Yoyo's personal finances. Why steal what you could pay for with someone else's dime? Well that could be stealing too. In this case it wasn't though! Mulholland felt like a kid in a candy store after everyone went home and before the mice and roaches crawled out to nibble on the corners of the sweets. It was like he was permanently in that pristine twilight hour of lots of endless candy and no health and safety violations.

Free money or stolen goods, it didn't really matter. The point was they were off the island and they were shopping. In pairs. And his partner? Wings.

Holly grinned at the southern boy and left his arm wrapped lightly around the other guys shoulder. "Okay before we get going I gotta ask. The wings. Where are they? Can you make them disappear? And if you can have you ever had them disappear while flying? If so do you wear a parachute or something?" He was curious. And he was doing the whole get to know someone better thing. Unlike some of the island residents, Holly was keen at social interaction. Maybe a little too keen at times.

"So Wings, whatcha wanna shop for first? New wardrobe? Hair products for that mop of hair you have? A gift for the misses?" That's what southern folk did right? Shopped for the little misses back home?

Holly paused as the southern boy called him speckles. Speckles? He shrugged his shoulders. Holly had heard way worse than that before. He could totally live with Speckles. "Speckles it is then Wings, you are a lot cooler than they say you are," Holly grinned. "Not that anyone has talked about you." He grinned wider. "Well nothing bad anyway, how could they not talk about the guy with frickin' wings?" Yep, Holly was keen at social interactions.

Mulholland paused and looked at the winged wonder. He hadn't said all that much. He clearly wasn't as keen at social interactions. Holly would totally teach him! They had all day after all! Get ready for some fun Wings!



Tags: the shopaholic crowd
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Marc
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Character: Cyclops
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


When Bobby showed up next to him and struck up a conversation moments before getting booped on the nose by Liz Guthrie, Scott couldn’t help but smile, thankful for Bobby choosing him for the bullshit that was pairing up. An assessment he couldn’t have agreed with more, and so, he nodded empathically. “What time I spent in high-school, I was the weird kid, quiet from the constant headache, wearing odd glasses he pitched a fit over losing and less there than home ‘sick’. Partnering up just didn’t happen, not even when I was at school for a change.” It is only after he has said all this that he realized that .. well, he had said all this! Was Bobby truly so good a listener to draw memories that bordered on confessions?

But maybe Bobby hadn’t even heard any of it? He had been busy turning the street into an obstacle course of his own making after all. He might have missed Scott’s miserable little trip down memory lane. And so, Scott reacted to Bobby’s words about actually hitting any obstacles as if he had never even mentioned his past. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know. Before you hit something. Or are hit by something. Promise.”

“I’m gonna buy ..” Scott paused, letting Bobby give his suggestions first, then chuckled. “.. a hat? I .. think I’m good in the hat department.” He motioned towards the NY one he was wearing. “One’s plenty for one head.” There was nothing he liked about shopping, nothing at all. Spending any amount of time on non-essentials like hats was not something he ever wanted to do.

“Naeh, I’m going to focus on basics. It would be nice not having to switch around between only two sets of underwear, ya know?” His grin was showing that he was actually (probably) kidding, he wasn’t that short-changed on clothing. Of course to truly carry that, he’d have to be able and show Bobby that his words were underlined by a wink. Something that his visor prevented from being seen even now, despite the fact that he was wearing a sleek new model that was basically undistinguishable from regular sunglasses.

“Not a huge fun of shopping either. As for new cities ..” He gave a shrug. “It’s not like I find any city appealing, I’m more of a countryside kinda guy.” Which .. gave him pause. What the what now? Where did all those images of wide open spaces come from? Omaha wasn’t known for its wide open spaces, rather for food and meatpacking as well as some of the country’s leading Fortune 500 and 1000 companies. None of it suggested countryside. Or rural. Or the kind of images currently playing before his mind’s eye. Scott shook his head. Bobby was still talking.

Bobby was still talking about Omega and people watching them and .. He snorted. “Girl talk, eh? You, dear Bobby, are a strange one. I will also assure you that there is little girly about me. Or so I hope.” He had to give Bobby that though – he was edgy about knowing he had been watched. And tracked. If these guys could manage that so easily, then what might have stopped Sinister or, as he had known him as, Masters from finding and retrieving Scott for further experimentation? That question left him with a bit of a conundrum – for if Sinister had actively chosen not to retrieve him, what kind of a nefarious reason might have been behind that decision? And how was Scott playing right into these plans and reasons by doing what he was doing, going where he was going? It just didn’t sit right with him.

And so, he offered Bobby a nod and an agreeable grunt because hell yes did it make him edgy but hell no was he going to advertise that fact all around! It put him too much in a position of weakness for everyone and sundry to know this about him.

He cocked his head when Bobby suggested talking to him about something that had occurred to him only last week. “Uh .. sure, whenever you are ready.” he offered, feeling strangely honored that Bobby would choose to talk to him about a realization that seemed to hold a certain gravitas. He offered the other guy a smile. “Seriously. Just .. whenever.”

Watching Bobby’s face crunch into a mushy scrunch of epic proportions, Scott tried valiantly to swallow down a snorted eep of laughter but when Bobby followed the whole bit up by first, calling himself a homeless rambly guy and then the panicked question of pant-wearage, that chuckle was startled right out of Scott and he could not help it one damn. “I ..” He waved his hands before himself, feeling blood creeping into his cheeks at the thought of having laughed at Bobby when the other kid had, essentially, just had a true existential crisis. “I’m sorry. I didn’t .. I didn’t mean ..”

Blowing out a breath and gathering his thoughts, he rested his hand on Bobby’s forearm. “Listen .. you are good. A-ok, really. You are neither rambling nor appearing like a homeless dude. For the former, your so-called rambling is making way too much sense and for the latter, you smell decidedly too clean and healthy. So .. let’s do without the Xanax for now and yes. Yes, you are wearing pants. I’d be far too worried about getting arrested to let you wander about pantless.”

With that, they arrived at the mall Yoyo had been leading them to. It truly hadn’t been far from the private dock they had arrived at. After a meet-up point for those potentially staying for dinner and those heading back towards Utopia with their purchases right away had been agreed upon, people began scattering fairly quickly, not all of them headed for the same destinations within the large complex. Scott turned towards Bobby. “Would now be a good time to talk about whatever’s on your mind? If you wanted to, I could treat you to an ice-cream, help you cool down, and we could find ourselves a less crowded spot and talk?”


Tags: Iceman directly, all shoppers (we have arrived at the mall. Finally.)
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Character: Iceman
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: San Francisco – Dat Mall Doe




After seamlessly offering a 'double guns' finger gesture in Liz's direction, Bobby leaned past Scott's shoulder to make eye contact with the girl with a subtle wink and a wide smile. Liz Guthrie. Hot. Southern. Cooks things. Can't talk to her for more than ten minutes at a time. Those about summed up his interactions and thoughts of her since he'd met her only several days prior. “I know,” he quipped back to her calling him handsome before tilting his body back into normal position and looking towards Scott. “What can I say? Blondes stick together.” It was at least some semblance of an excuse as to why the two were so friendly towards one another after barely any time spent together. And the tequila at the party did help... as well as the many beers afterwards.

He listened intently as he continued his backwards walking, getting an even more vivid picture of the man behind the glasses. He nodded along with each added piece of new information in a knowing and relatable manner. His movement was fluid and confident, even though he was walking backwards. Firstly, because Bobby was generally overconfident about most things in life as it was. Lastly, it was because of the level of trust that he'd had for Scott, despite not knowing each other for very long. What with the same kinds of backgrounds, struggles, and being mutants... it wasn't any wonder why Bobby looked up to him as a sort of big brother figure.

“I stopped going to school when I was like, 15. I wasn't making any money.” The statement seemed bare-bones on the surface, but was a fellow confession of solidarity and honesty. Bobby wasn't stupid. He was just under-educated. Clearly. His little conversation with Jean had uncovered that much.

He held a thumbs up towards Scott as he promised to keep him from dying in the street, though stifled out a chortle when he said that at the very least, he'd let him know THAT he was being hit by a truck as he was being hit by a truck. “Smartass.” He held another simple thumbs up at Scott's hat logic. It was completely sound. At the mention of basics and recycling the same clothes, Bobby immediately jolted a pointing finger towards him and eagerly nodded. “Right?! I have to wash two outfits twice a week! I'm the guy that the donation centers are supposed t'give free shit out to!” It was that bad. “I'm surprised nobody's said anything to my face yet.” Back in the real world, he imagined the bulk of the interactions would be catty and rude to the effect of, “Hey- have you ever bathed?”... Rude as fuck.

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It’s not like I find any city appealing, I’m more of a countryside kinda guy.


Bobby furrowed a brow in utter confusion and kneaded his bottom lip in between his teeth. Was that a joke? “Good one...” He continued to watch and study Scott's face as the statement was probably the MOST out-of-the-blue thing he'd heard him speak to date, given what he knew of the man's history. At the mention of being called strange, Bobby could only offer a noncommittal shrug with arms branch out, palms to the sky, and his eyes momentarily shut from physically 'accepting' this statement as the truth. At least in some capacity. It was a wonder he didn't shuffle into a pothole or a dog and fall flat on his ass by now.

By this point, it was pretty evident that Bobby was starting to relax. Having someone else would could even roughly relate to his anxiety was helpful on a critical level. Having said that... the notion of actually telling Scott right then and there about his epiphany was something that slowly started to creep back into his nerves with again. He cleared his throat nervously and fidgeted one shoulder in a subtle jerk. Scott was laughing, but Bobby already forgot what about, as the distraction of Liz and of Scott's company had drifted slightly away from the previous anxiety... although it was quickly replaced with a new one.

Oh yeah. The pants. Pants and Xanax. Bobby, you so crazy...

“What? Nah, I'm good now... like not great good- I'm still not a hundred-percent sold on this place after Yoyo got shot an' whatnot, but...” He jolted a look behind him for the first time since originally pairing up, seeing the expansive and plush entrance of the mall for the first time, then immediately shot his head back towards Scott. “Ok, now?” He asked in regards to him spilling his guts now that they were able to branch off from the group. The words actually hit him fully now.

“Ice cream... cool... right... Right! Yes! It's a deal, Mr. Slim.” He offered a wide, closed-lipped grin and spun around on a heel, instantly changing into a frontward-facing stride further into the mall and stiffened up his gait as he did so. He was in an entirely different city than New York. It was his unspoken obligation to present himself as hard and unapproachable. Done.

They made their way through the expansive, open corridors of the building that lined premium shops and chain stores in winding turns as far as the eye could see. Out of one of the corners, there was a pretzel and ice cream to-go place that seemed adequate. For some reason, he just felt way more comfortable talking about this out in the open with people walking off and doing their own thing... not in some store where some nosy bitch would probably be eavesdropping like shit.

He saddled up to the counter with Scott at his side and glanced up and to the side towards the man's face. “I actually hate ice cream. But I'll have a Pepsi.” He nodded gingerly, before switching his gaze to the man behind the counter. “I'll Have A Pepsi!” He announced a little too much towards the worker as if he was hard of hearing.

He turned so that his back was against a foundation column attached to the little shop and took in a deep breath as he dropped his head backwards and looking towards the glass skylights that lined the ceiling. “Ok...” So this was no biggie, right? Just a couple of guys. Talking about guy stuff. That... was so not scary.

“So... I was like, talkin' to Jean the other day or whatever? And she called me gay... It was pretty random, right?” He paused and nodded as if to answer his own rhetorical question. “...so then I started really thinking about it and I guess- y'know... I'm not gay... but. I mean, d'you know what I'm sayin' and stuff?”

This was a very hard topic to navigate. Ice cream, psh...



Tags: Cyclops directly, Amazon in passing, maybe others?
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Kevin
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Character: Amazon
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre



Elizabeth was still on.

Callie was a sweet one. She seemed meek and unsure of herself sometimes, but it seemed a little hospitality was all it took to get a smile out of her. That Elizabeth was just the girl to gab with. She had all sorts of plans with her new friend.
Dryad
 
“Oh, hello Liz! Yes, I would love to be your shopping partner. I hope you do not mind walking with someone who is…who looks different. The dress really suits you, yes.”

"Why would I mind, cutie? Ah love pank!" Mama Guthrie was a spitfire and taught her kids vehemently against prejudice. When the family learned about Sam's powers, that moral only became sharper to Lucinda. And Liz would never want anyone to feel uncomfortable or degraded for any reason.

As it stood, a few of the other 'walking buddies' decided they were pairs for the day and were separating, which worked in Liz's favor. She wanted to grill her new friend on Forge. However...
Dryad
 
“Oh, I have not really had the time to meet him so I do not know. I have seen him briefly when he arrived, though, and he seemed nice. Why do you want to know about whether Forge would look good with you? Were you thinking of buying him a present, perhaps?”

Disappointing that she didn't know anything about Forge, but not a total loss. She'd at least planted the seed of an idea for a present for Forge. "Well look't you, Cupid! That's the best idea Ah've heard all day! Ah'll make you a deal... you help me get Forge, Ah'll get you mah brother Josh. Ain't he so pretty? Cute and pretty go well together." She chuckled and marched onward, following the bunch of misfit Utopians. "Usually, Ah'd only accept the man buyin' me things, not the other way 'round, but Forge is just so exotic, y'know? Maybe they do things different where he's from. You know where he's from?"

As they got to the mall, Liz's heart skipped a beat. It was enormous! Almost bigger on the inside than the outside. Everything was gloriously shiny and clean. With marble everywhere and glass front shops, and massive atriums and glass domes over the entire place. There was an ambiance of light chatter and soft echoes broken into soft hums of incoherent sound in the massive enclosed structure. Yes, Liz had been to a mall before of course, but never one of such magnitude and lavish beauty. While she could practically count on Josh thinking the place was ostentatious, more of a frugal shopper himself given their upbringing, Liz felt... at home. Had she just found a new safe place?

And on top of that... given an all expenses pass?

Yoyo had just put the wrong woman behind the cart of a shopping spree.

Dryad
 
"So, where should we start first?"

"Oh mah word, Callie. Look't this place! Let's start with shoes! No,... dresses. No!" Her eyes went wide and she spun around walking backwards but facing Callie. Her mouth was gaped in a wide, open mouthed smile. "Starbucks!"



Tags: Dryad directly; Remaining shoppers in this thread
OOC: Other pairs are separating from this thread, not sure who aside from Phoenix/Husk, KaBoom/Instinct, and I think Urbane/Icarus and Iceman/Cyclops, which would leave Amazon, Dryad, Breakdown, Templar, Wiccan, and Gargoyle in this thread. The smaller number at six will be good for this thread not to get overwhelmed.
Edited by Kevin, July 31, 2015, 7:12 pm.
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Character: Icarus
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Josh wasn’t thrilled with the whole pairing up situation but after having been an easy kidnapping victim simply due to being on his own, he appreciated the whole strength in numbers idea that stood behind it all. Also, if he truly was to acquire a surf-board, having someone else to help him lug it around would probably be a good idea. And then, considering how much he usually didn’t care for shopping, having some sort of a partner in crime here would make it more tolerable as well. Come to think of hating shopping – he not only had his own list of essentials as well as Kurt’s list of essentials and the somehow really sweet frivolity of a surf-board to take care of, he had also been given Sam’s list which a) was entirely too much to cram into one day and b) exceeded his interest in shopping by far.

And so, craning his neck, he checked around for his sister. No, not the sequin-wearing beauty queen with the predilection for shopping and expensive make-up and gowns that cost about as much as a new tractor, but the other one. The reasonable, practical shopper whose choices would not leave Sam with only dress shirts, some of which might actually be bedazzled. Paige, rather than Liz. Seeing her nearby, he gave Holly the ‘Gimme a sec, pardner’ raised index finger, then jogged over and pushed Sam’s list into her hands with a “Here ya go, sis. Go an’ do yer big brother proud, will ya?” And just as quickly, he slipped away from her again, making sure to leave before she could open her mouth to protect.

Returning to Holly, he offered the other kid a grin. “Sorry ‘bout that, had t’ split th’ siblin’ responsibility a bit more even-like. Now, ya were askin’ ‘bout them wings ..” Back earlier, when you were taking enough liberties to wrap yourself around me as if I was your personal popsicle-stand.. “.. naeh, they dun disappear. They are extra limbs, all grown from mah back. Right now, Ah got ‘em stashed tightly ‘gainst mah back, all folded an’ restrained. Ah’m wearin’ a harness t’ keep ‘em tied down.”

Josh raised his eyebrows when Holly called him cool, in a way, and nodded off the nickname of Speckles. “Ah figure, yer one hell of a conglomeration of colorful specks an’ speckles, arranged all crazy-like. An’ Ah guess bein’ talked ‘bout comes with the territory if’n yer a mutant.” He gave a shrug. People on Utopia may or may not have talked about him amongst themselves, it was no skin off of his back. “An’ Ah ain’t one goin’ fer cool. Ah dunno. The kids that were th’ cool ones? Never appealed t’ me none.” In fact, they had been the bullies and the heavy hitters in the schoolyard. Josh had never understood the kind of appeal this sort of behavior should have on others to emulate.

He did roll his eyes at Holly when the other kid suggested various potential starting off points for their shopping, including hair products and gifts for the .. misses? Fucking hell. “Hell no! Ah ain’t got no missus Ah’m shoppin’ fer. An’ the hair dun get no special treatment. Jus’ shampoo an’ plain water. If’n yer workin’ a farm next t’ goin’ t’ school or workin’ odd jobs fer some food money, ya ain’t get in the habit of wastin’ no time on yer tresses. That’s only ..” His smile turned fond and soft and his eyes sought his special sister. The one that had made it. The one that had won prizes. The one who was a certified beauty, and had the tiaras to show for it. He was proud of the niche she had found herself. “.. Liz who’s goin’ fer that kinda stuff.”

They walked into the mall and Josh immediately felt uncomfortable. This was far more posh than anything he had ever set his foot into in all of his life – except, maybe, the clinic he’d been admitted to but then again, he had been pretty much out of it then so he barely even remembered it. To distract himself from the awkwardness that was descending upon him, he focused on the most out-there item on his shopping list and placed it before Holly in response to his question of what they’d begin shopping for. “A surf-board.” And .. come to think of it .. in a ridiculous place like this, decked out in finery and TV monitors and screens that were blaring news down on unsuspecting shoppers and seemed prepared to handle each and any crazy ideas its rich and famous natives might have, finding such an item was an actual possibility.

They hadn’t set foot far into the mall though, when a newspaper headline alongside a somewhat blurry image caught his attention, mainly by the fact that the word ‘MUTANT’ was splashed glaringly loud across the front page. As was the image of an angel. Even blurry and fuzzy as it was, it took his breath away. It was then that he became aware of the very same story being part of the national newscasts as well, the sight of this shiny white angel in flight breathtaking to behold. She was .. she was simply perfection. Where he had been called beautiful the day before and had denied being such a thing, there was no denying her beauty. A true angel.

He had to meet her. He absolutely had to meet her. He had to find out what he could of her, outside of the fact that she looked like an utter angel and that her base of operations seemed to be New York City. Inside of his head he did some quick calculations regarding the speed of his flight, the approximate distance between San Francisco, Cumberland County and Manhattan and found it all doable. Watching another run-through of endlessly recycled images, what he was seeing cemented his conviction to go and try to meet her, if only she wasn’t too elusive. That settled it then. He was going to Kentucky and then, onward to Manhattan during the upcoming night. There were still so many of his items back home on the farm that he needed to go there as soon as he could.

It occurred to him only then that he had shuttered on Holly and that the other kid had probably been going a mile a minute in the meantime and talked Josh’s ear off. Was there a way he could check him into the playpen at the mall for 2 hours or so? Just to give Josh a few moments of peace to complete his shopping and then retrieve the excitable kid that, truth be told, reminded him of no one so much as Lewis when his youngest brother was all hyped up on sweet lemonade and cotton candy and candy apples on the county fair, just before puking it all out again after a fast ride and returning his sugar levels a touch closer to normal. Alas, no fast rides here, thus little hope for Holly calming down a good puke behind a bush after riding the Zipper one too many times. Thus, little hope for Holly calming down at all.

“So .. where were we on decidin’ on whether or not t’ get that surf-board first thing?” he tried directing the kid's attention towards something that was not Josh zoning out on him.


Tags: Husk and Urbane directly, all others indirectly but not really as we are splitting off into our own thread next
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Character: Urbane
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Social interaction. Crowded malls. No need to carry his hammer around. These were the times and the places that Mulholland had been made for. It was all fun and frivolity. The only thing better would have been an amusement park, a city fair, or one of those uber colorful gay pride parades that looked like rainbow moths had vomited glitter on everything. It was perfection. The mall with Wings wasn't a bad second place prize though. If he had to spend the day doing something, with someone, then shopping in a giant mall with a cute guy was a pretty damn good way to go!

Holly looked over at the winged, though hidden at the moment, mutant. Yeah he was a looker. He had only seen four of the three hundred of their kin, but so far it seemed the genetic lottery had been pretty kind to the entire lot of them. Must have been a mutant thing. He hadn't seen a whole lot of mutants. The ones he had seen always tended to look like they fell out of modeling headshots though. Oh genetics. Make everyone beautiful and at the same time make them have some zany power. Life was fun.

When Josh left him to go talk to his sister, after another sister had already talked to him, Holly wondered if he was looking for another dance partner to spend his day with. "Oi, Wings is mine for the day ladies, you two have him allllll the time!" Holly chimed up, only to have Josh return to him anyway. A normal person would have thus been embarrassed. Holly was not a normal person.

And this normal person wrapped an arm around the shoulder of his winged companion and turned them in a random direction. "This way Wings, this way," With that, they were off.



Tags: Icarus

The boys are leaving the group thread to head to this thread: HERE!
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Character: Cyclops
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


The mall. Not a place Scott had usually spent a whole lot of time, unless it was during the winter-time, and then only to warm up and maybe bum a few dollars for some food here or there. It was strange, being in one that felt so posh, without drawing disdainful looks and mall security that tried to round you up and toss you out on your butt. Going by all the people who wore their sunglasses as fashion accessories in here, Scott could already see that no one was going to bat an eyelash that he kept his rose-tinted shades on. If anything, he might just be starting a trend and soon, all of the upper-crust of San Francisco would be seen wearing rose-tinted shades.

He had watched the by-play between Bobby and Liz Guthrie with a smile of older-brotherly indulgence. Were these two engaged in the emotional-type of foreplay known as tentative courting? Was that what this was? They seemed to be flirting of sure. And so, Scott merely nodded at Liz calling his new friend handsome (because he was, for sure!), then chuckled when Bobby called it for blondes sticking together. “Couldn’t say.” he offered with an easy shrug. “I’ve never been blonde a day in my life. That was always ..”

..

Alex.

He swallowed the name and the pang of pain and the way Bobby reminded him, just the tiniest bit, of the brother he barely even remembered.

“.. not me.” he finished lamely with another shrug.

15. Bobby hadn’t been in school since he was 15. Because earning money had been more of a pressing issue. Scott knew how that felt like and so, he merely gave a nod. Bobby probably didn’t want to hear about the kind of jobs Scott had worked in order to earn himself the money he had needed to survive. No one wanted to hear about the kind of jobs Scott had worked in order to survive. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he was smart enough to have figured that one out all by himself.

He chortled at being called a smartass, inclining his head in a way that said ‘you got it’! And then, Bobby totally got the whole outfit dilemma Scott too was facing day after day after day – luckily, he mostly wore black so the lack of differentiation between the outfit choices really wasn’t all that noticeable. His grin in Bobby’s direction was lopsided. “I guess your charismatic beauty dazzles everyone into not even noticing. Also, I would kind of hope that people would never be that rude.”

Catching Bobby’s reaction to the statement that had slipped past his lips without Scott even consciously thinking about it first, Scott couldn’t help but ponder what had made him actually say, or even think, that he was more of countryside kinda guy. Was he? Was he really? Why did it feel inside that he should be? Why did he see giant trees and wide open meadows and lakes that stretched for as far as the eye could see, with only a small hydro-plane casting ripples on its wide expanse? Where did these images even come from?

But he pushed these thoughts and these memories (?) and all these ponderings far far down when they reached a place where they could sit down and talk, away from the crowd and ears that Bobby clearly didn’t want to overhear whatever he was about to say. Truth be told, it felt good splitting from the group, even if doing so kind of negated the whole strength in numbers gig that had sold Scott on the shopping trip originally.


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Character: Instinct
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Social interaction. Crowded malls. No need to be on security duty, watching for whatever may happen next on the island. These were the times and the places that Teon dreaded. It was all fun and frivolity. It was people and it was crowds. It was scents and smells beyond his control. Sounds he would rather not have to hear. It was everything he dreaded. Everything he hated about the civilized world. The only thing worse could have been an amusement park, a city fair, or one of those uber colorful gay pride parades that looked like rainbow moths had vomited glitter on everything. It was the anti-thesis of perfection. The mall was definitely not that. It wasn't anything fun though either.

The only reason he was there stood next to him. He glanced over at Yoyo and smiled. Shopping. Social interactions. The big city. He would never seek out any of that for himself. But for his Yoyo? He would walk through fire and back without a second thought.

The fact Yoyo's last city trip had ended in him getting SHOT? Well that was all the more reason for Teon to be there. As if he needed any additional reason. Protecting Yoyo was just something he did, it wasn't with or without reason. It was just done. Yoyo was part of the pack, the most important part. And he was there for him. Even if it meant a mall.

"Lead the way?" Teon suggested to Yoyo as he at that same moment tugged on his friend;'s hand and pulled him off in a direction away from the rest of the group. If he was going to be here in this mall, he was going to try and enjoy it. That meant spending time with HIS Yoyo.




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