[identity profile] raisednofool.livejournal.com
Angelo has been pretty scarce around the farm because of his mun dealing with shitty roommates and also moving and also being lazy training so hard.

...kinda.

...

Okay, well, actually, he's been spending a ton of time in Metropolis, hanging out in the clubs and bars, talking to people, training a little bit. There are a ton of metas there and he's just waiting for the other mutants to show up, just waiting for his friends.

He'd kill for Jono or Paige right about now. This world is boring.

He's on his way back to Kansas at the moment, bored after a few days in Metropolis - though, and he'll be hardpressed to admit it, tackling some of the crime in the city was pretty fun, too.

For this trip, though, Angelo is looking for a different kind of fun.

It's why he's grinning when he gets out of the car, looking for one girl in particular.
[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com
Some disguises just come ready made.

The Coraline is parked a mile away from the outskirts of the farm, obscured by trees and covered with a tarp.

And a woman makes her way into the property. Dressed stylishly but fairly modestly, she moves with a stride slightly too long to be consdiered 'ladylike', but the swish of her blue skirt around her knees and the way her strawberry blonde hair catches in the wind make her look nothing except what she is - a self assured young woman.

She doesn't head towards the farmhouse, though she comes close. Instead she aims herself towards the cruiseship-fort.

It's possible she's looking for someone,but also possible that she'll talk to anyone who wants.
[identity profile] not-a-dragon.livejournal.com
Shay has a guitar. He's using it to play loud electric guitar music!

Possibly this would be better left until sometime when the sun isn't just rising, but surely nobody will be disturbed by his playing? Surely!
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[personal profile] littlestcooper
Have the World's Most Epic Multi-Pup Post.

Lucy Cooper is sitting on the balcony of her room, swinging her feet and peering idly down at the yard.

Gabriel Gray is by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bacon and humming to himself with a rare little smile on his face.

Katara is wandering the streets of Metropolis, having been separated from her brother for a very short time (just about long enough for him to figure out how to use the bathrooms in a closed and looted grocery store, in fact).

Marie-Antoinette Beauchamp is flickering between Metropolis, Smallville, and the Cooper place, looking for something (or someone) to do. Catch her while she's standing still for a bit at one of the three.

Iris Valentine is in the Cooper kitchen with a watermelon and a little bowl to spit seeds into, eating and giggling to herself, because someone has to act like a child when Shay's not around.

Anna Reeve is going for a walk in Metropolis with a small ice cream cone, singing. Probably Supertramp.

Intuition is sitting on a lawnchair outside the Cooper place, drinking lemonade and beaming. She doesn't need a reason to beam. She's Inty, okay? Reason enough.

Subject 46 is going for a jog at superspeed and would be happy to bump into your pup absolutely anywhere in Kansas; just specify.

Valerie Bell is flying in the skies somewhere above Smallville, grinning to herself and doing loop-the-loops and barrel rolls. The showoff.

Johriel Ashedoi is within fifty feet of Jono Starsmore at all times, but can probably be enticed to talk regardless.

Please, for the love of God, mention who you're tagging.
[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com
Trundling down the road towards the Cooper household is a black pick up truck as driven by someone who has never seen one before this, but picked it up reallyquickly. The sea faring gent in question is leaning comfortably on one arm on the open window of the driver's side, quite content with his driving prowess and the trophy he brings back.

The trophy in question is in back, covered in an old tarp. And it has a vaguely drum-kit like shape, at that.
[identity profile] raisednofool.livejournal.com
Most people were not exactly pleased to find themselves plucked from home and dropped into a new, strange, and dangerous world. Those who were pretty pleased had one thing in common: in one manner or another, they were getting laid.

Needless to say, Angelo is quite pleased with Kansas at the moment.

It doesn't mean he likes the country, though. He's a city boy through and through and Snow Valley had been bad enough, with the nearest Metropolis a few hours drive. Kansas? Post-apocalyptic Kansas? Not so much with the good or fun or interesting.

But there is a boat. And a giant rock bunker. And also a big hole in the ground. None of which are quite as good as, say, a mall or a movie theater or a club, but still something to wander around outside the Cooper house and look at.
[identity profile] feelingflavours.livejournal.com
There's a woman hanging around the Coopers' living room.

Yes, she looks like that.

Yes, she's dressed like that.

What? This is a good place to pick up boys! (Inanna discovered that yesterday.)
[identity profile] raisednofool.livejournal.com
So far, this doesn't seem so bad.

Okay, so there's no Jono or Paige or Ev or Jubes or Cassidy and that kind of sucks. On the bright side, there's no anti-mutant league, Frost, or Monet. And that's pretty good!

Also, so far there's been a decent selection of food and a hot naked girl who's decided they're best friends. And even if she hadn't, there are several other hot girls hanging around. Ogling is available, if nothing else.

Emphasis on the 'nothing else.' Angelo never thought he'd miss geometry class, or training in the Grotto. But lying on a couch in the Cooper farmhouse is very quickly losing its appeal.



Probably why he's sleeping.
[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com
Jack has found books!

OK, so the pirate probably looks a bit weird, leaning back in a chair, his boots crossed on a table as he soaks up Homer's Odyssey and muches on an apple.Bt there he is.

And he's reading the Greek and the English as the pages come up, all very interested in the fact the two languages exist.
[identity profile] not-a-dragon.livejournal.com
Shay's spent most of the day at an undisclosed location somewhere in Metropolis.

He's back on the fort, now, waiting for Conway, looking a little smarter than usual - Only a little. As in, he washed the mud off his jeans. It's the effort that counts, right?
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[personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel once knew a girl who said she had important prophetic dreams, and who expected Mel to have the same. Mel never has.

Until now. Until she woke up with the absolute knowledgethat she has to get to New York. But the only way she knows of getting to New York is Marie, the French woman with the rocketship hair.

And the only way she knows to get hold of Marie is to try Shay. Who lives in that household out of town. And Clark said to follow the main road North West out of town.

With no idea how far it is, and not being able to drive these antique cars, Mel gathered all her stuff - which amounted to two bandoliers-worth of throwing stakes and a bag full of food - and set out walking.

And walking.

And walking.

[OOC: Yep, she's walking it. Catch her on her 3-day journey or at the end. It matters not to me.]
[identity profile] feelingflavours.livejournal.com
Iris is taking a leisurely walk out from Shay's boat, in no particular direction. (She hasn't been up to the house yet. Didn't seem necessary.)

Eventually she'll hit the lake. Until then, it's aimless wandering along paths, idly tapping her fingers on her thigh. She misses her drums already.
[identity profile] feelingflavours.livejournal.com
Iris was somewhere, and now (flash-bang) she's somewhere else.

Somewhere wet. Wrecked. Destroyed. Drowning.

She clambers up the side of what was probably once a wall and stares.

"...Shit!"

(Shit is right,) Inanna comments. (We need to get to somewhere that's not about to fall into the ocean. Like, now.)

(No duh.)

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