Xaviers!

Will Stanton wrote:That seems to click for a moment. "Oh, of course, when you're not wearing one, you have to be wearing another one. I didn't think about that.

When I'm washing my clothes, I'm washing my clothes. I don't need to be wearing anything for that."

Will Stanton wrote:"Thank you!" Will said, as he shifted back, looking for his pants. "I tried."

Samantha McManus wrote:"It was more heroic-like in Hot Fuzz, though."

Nailah Weaver wrote:"Oh, the girl that talks to ghost? Ooh, maybe you felt Regan!"

Narrator wrote:"She's coming." A female voice whispered, presumably belonging to the one in front of him.

Will Stanton wrote:Will dropped to her knees, looking down at the ground, alone. All alone.

Samantha McManus wrote:"I guess I didn't... join the teams to make friends and hug people, aye?"

Will Stanton wrote:This is precisely why Will joined the X-Teams.

Onyx wrote:"It is not your fault. Not one bit," Onyx protests. "But...yes. You do help keep my head straight, ma'am."

Onyx smiles uncertainly, "I mean, we are still partners, right?"

Nailah Weaver wrote:"Of course! We're too awesome to give up."

Miriam Bell wrote:"So why can't you be a blanket or a table or a fork that also has a miniature speaker?"

Narrator wrote:
Somehow, something--or someone--had managed to make quite dramatic changes to things without tools.

Victor Freud wrote:Victor froze in place.

"... the hell did she put in my sandwich?"

Narrator wrote:The...creature...reached into a little bag she kept by her side, and shook a small amount of dust onto her hand, still giggling.

Sean Hall wrote:"All we need now is a bloody Minotaur," Sean said as he walked towards the labyrinth. "Imagine the school would be a bit piqued if I burned it to the ground instead of walking into a trap."

Narrator wrote:She's escorted to the table and Trinity rises in unison as she approaches. The triplets are wearing dresses of the same style, but one dress is red, one is black, and one is white. Miriam can feel Trinity gently shunting away curiosity about them so that none of the other restaurant patrons are paying them any particular attention. "Mnemosyne," says the triplet in black, "Your timing is exceptional. I was just getting ready to ask for some wine. If you have no objection that is."

Toshiro Narumi wrote:On Tuesday night, Tosh anxiously waited in his room for Haley to arrive. He had showered, shaven, ordered pizza, and chosen several movie options of varying degrees of nerdiness despite his efforts to anticipate what she might like. He was as prepared as he knew how to be for a room-date or whatever this was.

Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:"I've seen what British gangs are like in movies, I wasn't about to risk it."

Haley Crusek wrote:mid-duckface and taking a selfie.

Nailah Weaver wrote:"So? You'd rather let them go about their plans at their own pace? Nu-uh. Surprise quiz, buttholes!"

Vinny Patterson wrote:"Land shark?"

Sean Hall wrote:"I'm not sure that's true," Sean said, "I hear that flannel is in at least across the pond... or was that arrow tattoos? I can't really keep track of American trends."

Samantha McManus wrote:"And ah... remember to wear trousers."

"Trousers are civilization."

Miriam Bell wrote:Miriam flails for a moment as she tries to get her bearing after dropping into a lake of semi-viscous liquid. After a moment her avatar makes it to the surface and she drags herself to the shore, trying to will the chocolate stains off of her.

"Sweets?" she thinks to herself a little bit incredulously. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but a lake of chocolate had not even been on the list.

Basil Benson wrote:"Actually, it's more likely what happens when some jumps queue. Don't you ever jump queue. " His voice seemed very grave and serious. "Even I might be capable of violence if you do."

Toshiro Narumi wrote:

Narrator wrote:With the added electricity, Ursus was definitely getting the short end of the stick in this fight, but there was just so much of him that he was slow to relent. Still, his attacks were getting slower.

"Why!" Bam! "Won't!" Zap! "You!" Pow! "Go!" Fzzt! "Down!"

Sean Hall wrote:"Might be a sign of insanity to be having a conversation with ourself,"

Basil Benson wrote:Basil stood quietly his arms slack against his sides. Without words or a face, if was difficult to tell where the boy's head might be.

Then he outstretched his arms in the international signal for bro-hugs.

Chase Delacroix wrote:One of those jumping students was Chase, the half wall having gotten ventilated by lasers.

He really hoped the girls didn't realize he had been hiding there.

Shane Marsh wrote:"Minimally attired exhibitionists."

Chase Delacroix wrote:One of those jumping students was Chase, the half wall having gotten ventilated by lasers.

He really hoped the girls didn't realize he had been hiding there.

Shane Marsh wrote:"Minimally attired exhibitionists."

Chase Delacroix wrote:*RUNS AWAY WHEN I MIGHT BE HURT*.

Shane Marsh wrote:*IS HANGING OUT WITH STRIPPERS.*

Chase Delacroix wrote:Dodging isn't running away!

Samantha McManus wrote:"I guess she's not stupid enough to do it on impulse, then."

"Well great. I guess we'll have that hanging over us awhile."

• Someone is plotting your demise/have supervillain nemesis

Congratulations to: Haley Crusek (46)

Samantha McManus wrote:"We can just glare at each other for a few hours while we drink, if that's what does it for you."

Carlos Vasquez wrote:"Probably. If your first punch is intended to hurt someone, it will be you who ends up being hurt."

Sean Hall wrote:
"I'll clean this up good as new later," Sean said before carving the circle he'd seen in the book into the tabletop with a small knife.

The Book of Sins wrote:The faint sound of footsteps can be heard from one of the book-lined corridors as a faint silhouette slowly becomes visible. It approaches the circle of light, slowly gaining more details until Sean can make out a little man, no taller than maybe 4 feet, wearing a perfectly fitting black tuxedo with a black bow-tie. He doesn't say anything, only looking at Sean and breaks into a grin that's just a little too wide and shows just a few too many perfectly white teeth as he stands a couple of feet away from the light. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls forth a black envelope with a wax seal and holds it out towards Sean just enough that he'd have to leave the illuminated circle to take it. The dwarf stabs the envelope towards Sean a couple times, an expectant glint in his eyes. All around Sean can hear excited voices whisper in numerous and languages.

Colette Rosenhof wrote:"Honesty is one of ze traits zat trumps ze rest." Colette thought for a moment and let out a sigh. "I suppose I should forgive him. Peasants cannot be finicky... I believe zat is ze phrase."

Dr. Holder wrote:"Do come in." a muffled voice comes from inside. Stepping inside Sean finds himself in what looks like an almost stereotypical psychiatrists office. A pretty spacious room with shelves full of books line the walls along with the occasional tasteful piece of decoration. Dr. Holder is sitting behind a modest wooden desk, a couple of papers and a closed laptop on it. He looks up at Sean and caps his pen, meticulously placing it down on the desk pad. The man himself appears to be on the older side of middle-aged with a friendly smile on his face and a somewhat intense gaze.

"Ah, Sean, it's alright if I call you Sean, yes? Please, have a seat." he says, rising out of his chair and gesturing at one of the two comfortable looking chairs in front of the desk.

Emilie wrote:I don't think we should be trusting a guy who sells kids to Yetis.