sirenspull_logs | February HoA Open Log

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February HoA Open Log

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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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.

"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).

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.

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.

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.

[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.]

[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?

[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?

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.

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Saturday the 4th // Kitchens // Open

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

Monday the 13th / all over the HoA / open

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

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

The evening of the 16th.

Danger Room 2/21 Jubes/Pool