#instievent

[xinstitute]

EVENT 004 - TIME CAPSULE

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” - Lucy Maud Montgomery

What would you like to tell yourself in ten years? How would you like to remember your time spent at the Institute? Our next school wide project will require you to reflect on these questions.

Admin Note: This event is unique in the manner that it will NOT require you to pause your current threads, in fact it hinges on them. It will begin in approx. three hours and run until Sunday evening. Please check in to the event by liking this post and stay tuned.

[beastxly]

“Yeah I’m not a fan of overnight trips,” Hank mutters as he does his third headcount since they’d gotten on the bus. He didn’t trust that one of them wouldn’t find a way to slip out of a moving vehicle undetected. 

[ggargoyle]

When they finally stopped the bus, Gideon didn’t bother waiting to exit the front. He knew how to open the emergency exit in the back, so he did so without a second thought. Just to be civilised he didn’t bother to close it, instead he held out his hand to help the person behind him out. “It’s faster this way, innit?”

[mistressxfmagnetism-archive]

This entire summit pissed Lorna off. Listening to self-righteous humans stand up and talk about how she was a threat to their children and their safety infuriated her. Listening to Raven and Charles pander to the bigots didn’t feel much better.

She scrunched her hand tightly, her nails digging into her palm to stop herself from snarkily replying to this last speaker. Who thought this was a good idea? She really should’ve gone to the bar with Gideon. Though in retrospect, the hair of the dog drink that morning was probably not a good idea.

“Mutants are dangerous if unknown to the public. We have seen this play out. Our children are at risk. Our schools, our cities. The police need to know who is a potential threat to best protect our citizens. That is why I am proud...”

Lorna... Lorna!

She closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere else right now. She already knew what happened when police were allowed to assume mutants were dangerous.

Lorna! They’re coming!

“Go away...” she muttered. It couldn't be real. She knew that. No one in this state knew her name except Pietro and he wasn't even here. Besides that wasn't his voice. It was younger, more scared. But she couldn’t help the prickling feeling of unrest.

"Stop it." She stood, needing air, needing to be anywhere else, ignoring the teachers.

“Miss. Sit down.” Her comment had caught the guard’s attention, and he assumed she was trying to cause trouble. His biggest mistake was putting his hand on Lorna to try to stop her. Especially when she could feel the gun on his hip. Without thinking about where she was -- too lost in a memory of running -- she lashed out, slamming him into the wall.

The speaker on stage stopped talking as the crowd around Lorna rippled with shouts and whispers. Mutant... dangerous.... Lorna looked around, fear clear on her face. She’d been here before, with people determined to show she was dangerous.

I’m Lorna, I’m going to help you...                                                         ...Lorna! Help!

With the exception of the school, no one here would believe she could be anything other than dangerous. Especially when she heard the whispers of Magneto. She stared as other guards approached her, stepping back. “Don’t touch me. No, don’t touch me!”

In the crowd, she saw a face she’d only seen on the news. Erik Lehnsherr. But he wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. He was in Eastern Europe, wasn’t he? Was she finally really going crazy? Hallucinating more than just memories?

There wasn’t enough time to think about that before one of the other guards tried firing his taser at her. Lorna pushed it away. When she saw more than one guard reaching for a gun, she pulled them all into the air. Crumpling the guns into useless metal, she let them drop.

The distraction was enough for one to rush her with pepper spray. Lorna couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Scared, she flung the guard away from her, pulling by their belt. 

[in-translation]

The motion of the bus was beginning to make Doug’s eyes feel heavy. He’d stayed up most of the night before, not realizing he’d signed up to go. He needed to stay busy and talk to someone. “So,” Doug began, turning to the person beside him. “Have you read the act?”

[cosmxcradiated]

Ophelia watches a little boy she recognizes from the school run past her, nearly knocking her over. She smiles though, it didn’t bother her when kids were rambunctious. She’d done more than her share raising her siblings, and Isla was a bundle of energy. Up ahead she spots the sign in front of a little alcove, telling her the snack machines were near. She shakes the change in her palm, listening to it jingle as she steps up to one of the machines and taps her chin. “Who charges three dollars for a bag of Cheez-Its?” she asks the other person perusing their options.

[cycloptix]

To see the Professor hovering in the background made Scott grind his teeth. The Professor was the geneticist who could explain to them how small of a change set people apart, how even something as small as heterochromia was technically a mutation. The x-gene was different sure, but it’s not like people wouldn’t judge them for having some kind of brand on their id’s similar to organ donors. As the minutes tick by, he’s itching to just leave because this was becoming an attack on mutants. Apocalypse saw himself as a god, he was only one mutant and the institute stopped him. Why were they being punished because of one guy? Wouldn’t that just lead to mutants acting out of fear and desperation?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the new girl behind him. Just as he turned to glance over, it escalated in what seemed like meer seconds and guards were all ready to attack her. Scott stood up immediately and started counting heads. He started trying to usher the students out of there back up to their rooms knowing full well someone else would help Polaris.

[cptdeadphool]

Being the irresponsible adult child that he was, Wade went to a liquor store (that was in the middle of being robbed) and took a couple of bottles with him after handling (killing) the thief. He wasn’t exactly nice, but he did sort of apologize for taking the bottles when he left by saying, “I don’t have pockets... and I just saved your ass. Call it a hero for hire fee.” When he got back to the shared hotel suite, Wade was a little pissed to see there were already bottles opened in the room.

“Fuck! It’s like you ask a guy to go get drinks only to get rid of him?” Wade threw one of the bottles, but the Professor caught it midair and floated it gently down to the countertop before disappearing into his own private room. “Fine, baldy. No one wanted you here anyway!” He made his way to the bar and lifted his mask halfway to speak to the person sitting there, “This is gonna be one helluva night, huh?”