#dealwithitbub

[ofxjeans]

@dealwithitbub​;

Death, destruction and a large figure at the center of it -- these images seemed to plague Jean’s mind more often than not lately. Whether it was in the form of a nightmare, causing her to lose what little sleep she was able to get these days, or in a vision that disrupted her lessons, the imagery was always the same. It seemed to be getting increasingly harder to avoid, which caused her to worry that perhaps it was closer to becoming reality than she previously feared.

After a night of very little sleep and a morning of tireless work, it was no surprise that Jean found herself nodding off a bit on the small break she had for lunch. As soon as her mind calmed, however, the vision returned in full force, causing the table before her to shake violently. It had been quite awhile since her nightmares were so bad that it effected her environment, which only caused her further worry.

It didn’t last long, her mind snapping itself back from it’s unconscious state rather quickly, but it was long enough for her to garner an audience. With a sigh, she looked up from her lunch and pursed her lips. “Is there something I can help you with, Logan?” Although she tried to keep her voice steady, it wavered considerably in a way she knew even someone without enhanced hearing would notice. She only hoped that he’d realize she was in no mood to discuss it and leave it be.

[dayspring-askanison]

@dealwithitbub

Nathan has an ego, but war has a way of teaching you humility. No matter where you are, or when you are, no matter the reasources or powers at hand, if you want to effect change, you’re going to need allies. That was the first matter of business on Nathan’s mind when he decided to hunker down in the 21st century. Resources and weaponry came in hand easily enough when you knew how to stalk them up. Allies on the other hand, allies were a little more difficult.

The logical place to start would be within his own genetic community, the mutants, and he already knew exactly how to approach that matter here, with the one person in this time who’d know him better than anyone. He honestly wasn’t entirely sure the old man would still be around at this time, but a quick search confirmed it and Nathan was on his way. Logan wasn’t much of team player when he’d worked with him in the past, but he was going to be Nathan’s  key card to the biggest mutant team in this time now. The X-men. Their influence rang well into his time, and if no one else, he needed them on his side.

A direct encounter with his decidedly amibuous status was out of question, and that’s where Logan came in. It wasn’t hard to find him, not in this time and his current companionships anyways, and Nathan quickly locates him in the dive bar and makes his over. Sunglasses and the trenchcoat probably didn’t help with the suspiciousness of his appearance, but only man here who’s opinion matter probably knew it was him from the minute he opened the door. “One scotch on the rocks please,” he orders as he takes the seat next to the old man. “Long time.”

[willworkforchimichangas-blog]

Macho Man!

@dealwithitbub Wade is whistling a mysterious song by the Village People while grabbing some essentials from the X-Men kitchen. He just got finished leaving a handwritten note on Logan's door, which said "Furries Only" in really bad handwriting. In crayon. Really, if could've been anyone that wrote it. Except he wrote "Love, Wade" at the bottom. And he drew a couple hearts, too.

[wheresmymotorcycle-blog]

wake up call | closed rp with logan.

@dealwithitbub

Scott sprays some water into a flower pot, one of several lining the windowsill in his bedroom at the Academy. Scott keeps several well-kept-for houseplants, and he takes a great deal of pride in them. When the rest of the world becomes too much, and he doesn’t want to deal with anything, he shuts himself in his room with his plants.

Today is one of those days. It’s all become too much.

Scott hasn’t come out of his room today, aside from going to classes to teach. In fact, that’s been the case for Scott the past few days; no one’s seen him around much at all. He just wants to be with his roses and herbs. 

At least my roses don’t think I deserve to die just because I’m a mutant, he thinks to himself. He’s seen the articles in the papers, the threats, the news reports. Calls for mutant and superhero registration. He knows he has to fight. But on days like today, he just can’t find the energy.