Here’s the gist: People who volunteer will be paired to to write threads based on a mission dossier that you will both receive.
The event will last for three weeks and people who complete their mission during that time will have succeeded and those who don’t will have failed (which will come with consequences for the characters and the overall plot).
Please message Meg if you’d like to sign up for this event and which character you’ll be using. Sign ups end on Wednesday with Dossiers going out the week after.
So, those of you who were around for last holiday season / our anniversary celebration know that occasionally we like to do a swap! So ... how do you sign up?
1. Message Major on this blog or over Skype by NEXT WEEK.
2. Fill out the attached survey.
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1. Major will give you who are giving a gift to.
2. ALL GIFTS WILL BE NON MONETARY! This means you can do it all for free and without shipping. You can draw something, You can write a fic. Make a playlist. Make an aesthetic. You name it!
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Tagging: Lumen Blake, Alec Han, mentions of others
Location: Lumen’s Brownstone, East Village
Timeframe: 4:30am, March 13th
General Notes: Power Panic and settling into being without her ability.
She awoke feeling an emptier world.
It was quiet. She was heavy. The glass on her bedside table was assuredly empty. The air was bizarrely dry and in the sleepy haze, she contemplated ordering a humidifier off of Amazon. Why would she do that when she could just fix it herself?
But the world did not respond.
Her scarred leg was stiff, and Lumen grimaced as she plodded to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she did so.
The shower faucet did not turn on like she told it to, mentally attempting to work the mechanism on her own. There was nothing to grasp. Puzzled, she turned on the water manually, not knowing which tap was which, and waited for a moment before sticking her hand in the stream, for whatever reason completely unable to determine its temperature. Panic was beginning to set in, exponentially elevating when her hand came away scalded, red, and quite angry with her idiocy.
Breathing to calm herself wasn’t helping, and after floundering for her phone, she dialed the last number she knew for Alec.
“The skies are empty. Something’s really fucking wrong nothing’s working I can’t feel any of it I don’t know what’s going-”
“Calm your tits, jesus christ. Slow down and tell me what’s not working.”
“Everything! Nothing’s working- uh..” Where was her center? It was too fucking early for this shit. “The shower.. isn’t.. the shower isn’t working.. Water’s not responding to me-” The blonde hauled herself up and crept back to her bedroom, noting the rather full glass of water on her bedside table. “I can’t feel the pipes, either.. and I thought my glass of water was empty cause I couldn’t pick it up.. but.. it’s full.”
“..Okay,” her mentor sighed. Halfway across the world, he rubbed his stubble-laced face and glanced up at the sky. What was one supposed to do when their mutant powers stopped working for no evident reason? Could she be drugged? Inhibited? Did someone break in? Surely not.. Lu would’ve noticed, he knew. And it wasn’t like her to be so panicked as to violate a code they had set to protect themselves. “I’m on a job right now, so you’re on your own. I’m sorry kid, but try calling your therapist. Maybe they know something. Check your apartment too, all right?”
“You- er-” Grey orbs flickered over the largely blank walls, checking corners and examining the windows pointlessly. He wasn’t going to help her. She was going to be on her own. He was abandoning her to this. “Fine. Thanks.” It was terse, and for the first time in a long time, she felt scared. Something was very wrong and she didn’t know what or why or how. It was still hours before Annabeth’s office would be open. Her leg hurt. Alec was being rude, and she terminated the call, cutting off whatever words she was no longer listening to.
“It will be okay,” had been those words, offered from a concerned man who had helped mould her into the person she was, supported her, aided her. Alec was just as scared as she was, but he had a job to do.
Showering proved difficult, and functioning in general resulted in a pair of very, very frustrated breakdowns as everything refused to cooperate with her. Lumen never realized just how much she relied on her ability. Not until it was gone. The air was all wrong and she felt half blind and she had no idea which tap on any of the faucets in her apartment produced which temperature of water and how long had it been since she had to manually control its temperature? She couldn’t tell if it was going to rain or if Sharkbait’s bowl had water in it and oh god what if she got into some sort of physical altercation? Her natural strength was minimal, and for whatever reason some of her physical skills and tactical training was gone along with everything else. A coffee cup had shattered when she failed to acknowledge it’s existence and did not manage to catch it, unable to calculate its trajectory.
At least it wasn’t a work day..
Annabeth’s offices were closed on Sundays period. And it took a good while to reach the woman’s personal cellphone, to which Lu initially received groggy half-answers until the issue was explained. Her ability as a Mutant was gone without reason, and genetic code didn’t simply ‘stop’ existing in a body and skill sets did not disappear overnight. The blonde was in tears.
“Breathe, Lumen. We will figure this out. Sit tight and I’ll do some checking around, okay? You can’t be the only one. Go to the beach and meditate for a while if you think it’ll help. You said it helps you get control on things. I’ll call and email if I find out anything.”
She sniffed, and wiped the dampness off of her cheeks. The cool of the air from the lingering moisture was almost foreign. “Okay. Okay. I.. I can do that. I’ll do some checking when I get a grip on shit. Thanks.”
