February HoA Open Log

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: All House of Awesome people and guests
When: Month of February
Where: The House of Awesome
Summary: Open Log for HoA CR
Warnings: Will be updated as needed!

((OOC: So! Please see the House of Awesome Metapost for info on the house. ANYONE not Lucifer can enter the porch - and while you CAN hit the buzzer to have someone meet you, you can ALSO just walk in! Remember folks, Lucifer CAN get on the roof, k? The inner door is only locked AFTER Sirens. Wander around the ground floor, or go visit people's apartments. The POOL cannot be gotten to without a resident though. If you want Danger Room time, please label your threads as Danger Room threads since it has limited access. Tag your subject line with the date and time, ok? And any warnings if needed. Castiel is the only angel with access to the levels lower than the pool, his apartment is Michael proofed, as is Magneto's office (which is also Gabriel proofed). Magneto's condo, the main kitchen, and some other places may be Hellhound Proof.))

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Saturday the 4th // Kitchens // Open

[thecrowingtobe]

He sat on the edge of a counter in the kitchen, next to a sink, feet bouncing back and forth off each other while staring down at them. The boy looked like he had a lot on his mind, thinking over everything that had happened in the past month including the repeating days.

He also looked like he had a fight with a fire pit.

While his pants had rips and burn marks in them, it was his face and arm that looked the worst. The long scar that ran down the side of his face was now red and hot as if he had leaned in too close to a fire. His nose wasn't bleeding now but it was clear that it had been not so long ago.

His right arm was soaking wet, having stuck it under the tap in the sink a few times. He had pulled off bits of his sweater, his coat laying in a half burnt pile on the floor. He absintmindly picked at bits of burnt fabric from his reddened and burnt arm, though there was no blood or blistering.

This is what he gets for playing Hero.

It was easier to just come here then to go home. He didn't have plans to stop and talk to anyone here in the HoA, but he knew where things were and he knew he was safe to sit in his home away from home and fix himself. Fix himself while kicking himself for being stupid. Three days now he watched that woman get attacked. He felt stupid now for trying to help her.

Feel free to bother him. He's not in pain; he's just really annoyed... and it shows.

/Takes opportunity

[the_dead_pool2]

Deadpool is about to go to the same bars he got kicked out of yesterday. He is whistling a tune, while he gets himself ready. He is wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a coat, but still has the mask on. He decides to go into the kitchen to make himself some food before heading out. It should be another fun night, this time he will make sure to take out muscle mcgee first. Getting thrown through a wall wasn't fun. He starts grabbing some ingredients for a BLT when he spots Claudio.

"Hey, you look like shit, dude." he says in way of greeting.

My notif box was turned off *sob*

[thecrowingtobe]

Bar fights are fun though, on a good night. This however was not a good night. This was... well it wasn't a good day. He had thought he could step in and help that woman and instead got burned. How messed up is that? Yeah... he was in a bad mood over this.

And his sulk made him miss the masked freak as he came in. When he spoke however his head picked up, looking over at the guy with a flat expression.

"I always look like shit. This is nothing new." Only, he doesn't always look burnt. Or beaten.

[the_dead_pool2]

"Did you get in fight with a dragon or something? That'd be pretty decent. "

He keeps working on the sandwich though, talking and doing other things was sort of his thing. He was in a pretty decent mood, he had been given a free pass to mess around and have fun for a little while, with no real consequences, as long as it didn't involve newcomers. He could get used to this, at least for a bit. It would probably get boring after awhile.

Thursday the 8th // Apartments. Her room first making her way down // Open

[reginagloriae]

"My, my, my. I thought you've given up. It turns out I was wrong!"

Youko gasped in shock, looking away from the screen of her device to glance at the direction of her bed. There atop the mattress rested the blue monkey, cackling in delight at her futile efforts.

"I thought you'll smart to forget about going home, little girl. But turns out that I overestimated your intelligence. You can't discover anything of value if you do that."

She had left homework as a late night chore to try to find out anything useful about AGI or SERO and their access to the Core. All the information in the Network seemed too complicated or simply discouraging her to act. No, not discouraging her, because she wanted to search a way back to home sooner or later.

"T...That's..."

"You can't go home, missy", he continued, "When you leave this place, you'll be back into that other world. You'll probably suffer and die if you return there. Isn't it better if you give up and stay safe here?"

Youko looked away, feeling her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She missed her home so badly, but her intuition told her that what the monstrous ape was saying was true. She had grown used to her unseen visitor. No matter how much he tormented her, he hadn't lied to her yet. And she...

I want to go home.

"Although safe is relative, as long you're befriending people like that kid. I can't believe a stupid girl like you would just trust anyone!"

"Give me a break." Youko stood up, turning away from her demonic companion to walk towards the door. Oh god, she needed to clear her head; her heart weighted wearily. "I don't want to hear it." She didn't want him to continue and tell her something irreversible. She was grateful with Loki and his friends for all the help and kindness they had displayed. I can't let him turn me against them.

"Don't complain later if you got hurt, because I warned you." She heard him say as his laughter fit grew grating on her ears. The monkey faded from sight and she shut the door of her room. Sighing in relief, Youko stared at the exit of the apartment and tentatively walked outside.

It had passed a while since the explosions of the Starter Apartments, but the shock and her own timid nature made her politely withdraw herself in her room. She hadn't had many chances to see the house Loki had brought her in during those upsetting events. Nor she had spoken with many people. The prospect of a conversation terrified her. She had no idea what did her hosts and fellow guests expected from her.

(ooc; Notice that the monkey is only seen and heard by Youko, he's like a manifestation of her repressed subconscious).

Re: Thursday the 8th // Apartments. Her room first making her way down // Open

[doeswhathewants]

Much like the inconvenient younger sibling he was, Loki always had a tendency to show up when one least expected or wanted him to. Such was the case today, an ill-gotten Red Bull in his hand (likely the second or third by this hour) and eyebrows raised, "Hey Youko, you know, that whole talking to yourself thing? I hear it's pretty normal unless someone is answering you back. You know, someone that most other sane persons cannot see."

He was joking. Mostly.

"What are you doing, anyway? I think you've been cooped up here for too long, that's the problem. You need to get out and -ah- experience!" Loki nodded vigorously. More like, he was bored and Youko was the most convenient target at the moment. "Let's do something, yes?"

[reginagloriae]

Youko looked startled when Loki emerged from... wherever he did. He often surprised her, but her instinct usually told her when he was going to show up. Her throat grew dry when casually made a mention about her 'talking alone'. She

"Huh? I was just using the device," she lied with a perfectly straight face. "Someone was after my case with texting and I didn't feel like typing." She groaned at the effort. It was perfectly normal she told this person off, in other words.

She nodded, rubbing the back of her head. "I..." she thought about it, "I feel guilty because I stayed here without paying and I was hoping I could cook dinner or make a chore for our hosts." She blinked when he volunteered. "Are you going to help me?"

[doeswhathewants]

"Chores and cooking," He tapped a finger to the side of his cheek, then brightened. "Yes, I will help!" With magic, of course, because he had this lovely idea of animating the dishes and the cleaning supplies to do the job themselves.

And if this made Youko feel better, well, why not? And he had very little else to do, really.

Monday the 13th / all over the HoA / open

[thelittlestbub]

She'd gotten the beer, a bottle of champagne, a few other minor little treats. Then, she'd started cleaning her apartment. Her and Emma weren't messy people, but she'd started scrubbing and hadn't stopped since she'd woken up from what little sleep she'd gotten.

She scrounged for food, ate as she walked and went over things in her mind.

Jubilee was all over the place doing all sorts of things and open to be bothered by anyone wanting to talk to her.

[axemeaquestion]

Rochelle already had dating plans. Nick and her had been dating such a long time now she didn't have a reason to be nervous about it. And for the most part, nothing bothered her about it. "The most part" came from a fact she was still thinking about, but otherwise? No, she was fine.

Seeing Jubilee all over the place was pretty different though. She was in the kitchen sitting down with a bag of candy hearts when she caught Jubilee running around.

"Somebody fall down a well?"

[thelittlestbub]

"Fawww downa huh?" She asked the important question around the twinkie in her mouth. She finally swallowed it and grabbed the soda she was after from the fridge.

"What?" She asked, dropping her bag on the floor next to her. She pulled out a piece of golden-copper colored cloth and began working a design around the bottom hem. "How you don' Ro?"

[Monday, February 13th | Kitchen, elsewhere | Open!]

[ofthursday]

Castiel was still at the HoA after the incident with Sam, but he was up and moving around the building once again by now. His appetite had finally started to return so the angel was in the main kitchen of the house, his own kitchen empty considering everything had expired, digging through what was generally available for something he actually wanted.

Crowley's massive invisible hellhound, Growley, was at the side the entire time, watching curiously. Castiel tended to spoil her, after all, so while she was taking her job of guarding him very seriously she also was pretty sure she might get a treat out of this.

Saturday, February 18th: garage Magneto first, then open

[vw_coyote]

Mercy had to admit, she was impressed with the house. There was something subtle, yet majestic about it. Her nose wrinkled as she worked out the miasma of scents around the place. Far too many people.

Well, Michael had warned her.

She hitched her bag over her shoulder and raised her hand to hit the doorbell and looked down at a soft clatter. "You are a pain in the tail, you know that?" The stick just sat there and was... stick like.

She picked it up and shook her head, then rang the doorbell. Irritating damned piece of Fae wood.

garage bit!

[magnetic_magpie]

Magneto had finally gotten some thing approaching a good amount of sleep, but he had Blaine to deal with as well now. The result was that he was tense and tired, sucking down a couple cups of coffee an hour. At least his shoulder was healed now and he had full use of it now, something he hadn't had in over a decade. When the door bell ringed, he glanced over at the door - Mercy - and left the con room to open it. He'd been, finally, putting the medical supplies back in stock after everything with Castiel.

"Hello my dear. Come in."

The walls had fresh plaster and paint of them, some places still scuffed. Sam had made quite a mess before he had been able to throw him into a void space.

[vw_coyote]

Mercy smiled. "Hello Michael." Her nose wrinkled. New paint, the faint smell of ozone that denoted Michael, something that vaguely smelled like Gabriel (possibly one of the other angels in port), and a few overlaying scents of those that lived here.

What started her sneezing, though, was the prevalence of magic. It made her hackles stand up and she had to cautiously look down at herself to make sure she didn't have hackles.

Finally, she managed to sniff to a halt. "Sorry." She cleared her throat. "So, the garage?"

The evening of the 16th.

[showbizpanache]

[It took Kurt a while to calm down after his last conversation with Blaine, but once he does the guilt sets in horribly. He'd conducted himself deplorably, and he can't help but remember what Tim had said. Selfish. I really am selfish, he thinks, and spends the rest of the evening even more miserable and conflicted than before.

He's true to his word, though, and gathers up Blaine's things, organizing them into different sections and packing them neatly into several bags. When he reaches for the penguin stuffed animal he hesitates, then packs that too. Blaine needs it to sleep, he thinks, and starts to cry again.

He arrives at the HoA before the sirens go off, and knocks at the door with the neat little packages in tow. Included is a little card he'd made, that he'd slid in between Blaine's clothes.]

Danger Room 2/21 Jubes/Pool

[thelittlestbub]

[She needed violence. Stepping into the Danger Room she felt the rightness settle over her shoulders like an old friend. She needed a damned good workout and needed to do it with someone who got better, so she could take out her frustrations on them.

Enter one Wade Wilson AKA The Merc With A Mouth. Logan had often lamented that Deadpool got better. Well, she was about to take advantage of that. Because, seriously, she needed it.

Her fingers crackled with her powers as the room dissolved into a cityscape familiar to both of them.]

God I miss New York. Ready?

[the_dead_pool2]

[Violence was something that Deadpool was a specialist at. Even with powers few matched what he could and often did.

He had lived in New York before, fought in it plenty of times, and there was always more to discover. ]

I was born ready... or like small and pink at five pounds four ounces or whatever. So I've been ready for a fairly reasonable amount of time I guess, I'd say at least seventy five percent, maybe eighty.

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee couldn't help the wicked grin.]

Well, you see, I brought along a few old friends of ours...

[She pointed down the street. Sabretooth. Always a fun time. Then, she jerked her finger upwards. The Hulk.

She wanted violence. And if nothing else, they'd give them a run for the money...]

Ready?

Jubes' flat, Jubes/Mags, 2/20 during the Edgeworth convo.

[thelittlestbub]

[She was working on her painting of Notre Dame for Francis. She didn't even look up when the door opened.]

In the sewing room!

[Which was being turned into an art studio of all sorts, really.]

Thanks.

[She opens the beer and sips it, turning back to her painting.]

Still arguing with him?

Re: Jubes' flat, Jubes/Mags, 2/20 during the Edgeworth convo.

[magnetic_magpie]

Welcome.

[He pops the top off his, playing with the cap.]

Yes. Stupid child.

[thelittlestbub]

He just told me to see a psychiatrist because I told him our senses of violence are not the same.

[She continues painting. Watercolors are not her strong suit, but it's still a decent painting.]

2.24 - Mags/Hitsu/whoever wants to crash - making holy water ice

[magnetic_magpie]

When Hitsugaya he offered to help, Magneto had headed straight for the kitchen, pulling two ten gallon buckets plastic buckets out of storage, with slots on the side, scoops inside them. On one, he wrote 'H₂O' with a halo over it, on the other 'NaClH₂O' with a halo. The he started stacking up boxes of pickling salt, and pouring the holy water into a third bucket.

If he was willing to help, Magneto was going to make full use of it.

[icy_heavens]

Whether this would work or not, he couldn't say. Vampires didn't exist in his world, and he wasn't familiar with many of the practices in Western religions. But others seemed to think it would work -- others with practical knowledge in this area. It was worth the effort, at least.

The trip was a quick one, and he found Xavier in the kitchen preparing the water. Rather a lot of it. Which was fine; cold was his reiatsu's natural manifestation. It hardly took any energy at all.

"Xavier. Do you have the reference?" Right to business, as usual.

[magnetic_magpie]

"Hitsugaya. Yes, right here." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of BB's, some the size of small peas, others much smaller, tiny pellets, 1mm in size. "Like these?"

He motioned at the salt. "I was wondering how hard you could freeze salt water?"