Instant Story

Morning becomes eccentric.

It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t fair. Sharing the same house with someone who operated in a different time zone was every colour of unfairness.

“Good morning, good mor-ning,” she sang. “You’ve worked the whole night through, good morning, good morning to you.”

And it was really unfair that he loved her beyond all reason. Because mornings made him grumpy.

He was a night-owl. She was a morning person. In the handful of hours when their schedules synced up, they synergised spectacularly and the world was a wonderful place.

It was the remaining eighteen that tended to suck.

“Good morning, good mor-ning, wake up, you sleepy head! Good morning, good morning–”

“Drop dead,” he growled, trying to dig himself further under the covers and wish the world away.

“Sorry, dear, but there’s a dead body on the corner of Fifth and Twenty-second that needs both our adorable attentions.”

“I’m not adorable, go away.”

“I bought the good coffee…”

Carlos Daye dragged himself back from the dead to appreciate the aroma. He scalded his tongue on it, but god, he needed the caffeine. “…brains…” he half-joked.

“Sorry, all we have is bacon and eggs. Alternately, there’s eggs and bacon.” Sylvia Knight was a vision in neat and stylish clothes. Hair done, face polished, and bearing the meal in question.

The second swallow of scalding-hot good coffee bought him further around. Or at least gave him enough cognition to operate a fork. “Any reason why they need both of us?”

“Descedant looks like they’ve been turned inside-out.”

“Ah. Right.” He was not much for words at just past dawn. “That’d do it.”

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Shayde’s first day taking dancing lessons.

[AN: Shayde’s first dancing lesson was when she was a 5YO Katie Walker…But I’ll take ‘modern’ 25thC dance]

“And left… No, the other left. Stage left!”

“Ow!” Shayde flinched away. “How’s someone so skinny so darn heavy?”

“I’m denser than I look.”

“Ye can say that twice,” Shayde muttered. “Why

The 5th oldest trick in the book and the simpleton who fell for it.

As kidnappers went, this fellow was not particularly bright. He’d definitely dotted on to the idea that one should grab the most vulnerable member and attempt to extort money from the remaining family.

He’d forgotten that the remaining family most convenient to this situation was an Augmented St. Bernard by the name of Nanny. Who operated on a schedule of events and was now

Julie, Nana, buckets of paint and why artists sometimes get away from themselves.

Nanny the Augmented dog had fallen asleep by Julie’s easel. That much was evident from the paint spatter on her cloak and skirt. And Julie had opened all the paint cans in a flight of colour-inspired fancy. That was evident from the rainbows of new spatter all over the floors and walls.

What wasn’t instantly evident to Raak was how the two of them had

In lieu of college or teaching at the institute, Sam Adrien offers Scott Summers an internship upon graduation. Creeping doom raises the hackles on Scott’s neck subconsciously.

He did it. He passed the bar. He was now entitled to enter the cut-throat world of the law. And very possibly defend his fellow mutants against the slings and arrows of outrageous senators who, say, wanted to ban mutants.

Sam Adrien, like many blonds, was going darker in his old age. On

Scott preparing for his first date without Jean and her reaction to finding out that he might be playing the field with no desire to incite jealousy in her by doing so.

“Sara’s showing some of her filmography in the big screening room, downstairs. Coming?”

Scott was busy fiddling with a proper bow tie. “Sorry, I’ll catch up with it all, later. I have a date.”

Jean startled, all of the things Xavier had

The cronies, post meltdown, discussing the sad state of their affairs and their choices in a not-so secret location. Scott makes an appearance.

Three of them came to the not-so-secret hide-away in the abandoned church to basically bitch about what had just happened.

“Did you see him crying? It’s like he just grew tits…” said Graydon

“That fucking Tranny Essel got to him. I kinda sympathize,” said Brent.

Graydon punched what was left of the

Scott catches one of the students testing his new policy regarding pranks and bad grades.

The first strategy, the best strategy, was not having a routine. He was such an easy target because there were places and times he liked to be and things he always did once he was there.

Which was why he found someone in his ensuite with a roll of suran wrap.

“Bobby. Can’t resist the classics, I see.”

“Um.” Bobby looked

End with: “The effort to change was, she found, equal or greater than the amount needed to suffer.”

“Will you waaaaaaalk… The lonesome vaaaaa-lleeeeeyy…” The protesters sang.

Val shouted, “Mu-tants OUT!” over and over while she waved her sign that read, “EVIL-UTION IS THE DEVIL!”

She, along with her fellow members of the church, were protesting a mutant treatment center. It didn’t matter to Val that they were helping kids

Describe the first AA meeting Sara’s mother goes to.

[my wrists hate me :P]

It was in a basement that smelled heavily of dust. And mildew. Like all truly public spaces, it was painted in a shade of easily-cleanable cream that gained a patina in seconds, and quickly smelled of cabbage. Seating was by means of folding chairs in Bargain Blue that had no basis in comfort.

Older hats, Jacqui noted, bought their own pillows.

She sat on her chosen