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Paul, in the visitor’s room, explaining to his parents why his bail was set so high.

“Five thousand dollars?” Dad was shrieking. “Loitering is a bullshit offense. Especially in an abandoned structure. Why the HELL is your bail five thousand freaking dollars?”

“Um… Uh…”

“Spit it out, boy.”

“There’s -ah- someevidenceontapeofplottingrapeandmurder…”

Dad’s face when deadly pale. “You stupid little shit…”

“I'msorrydad.”

“How dare you get caught?”

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Tenderness from an unlikely person in an unlikely place.

Ow.

Not fair. The heart-warming speech should have worked. The whole ‘pick on someone your own size’ thing inherent should have at least made them ashamed of themselves.

But no. Sara had to get an ugly of thugs who took her whole shame-on-you speech as an open invitation. At least the kid got away. She’d made certain.

Which left her back open for attack.

_Mental note. Don’t

When glitter goes awry.

Silly Season had started early. It was an excuse for the humans to vent some of their usually-socially-inhibited insanity and to allow things to ‘all hang out’.

Not literally. There had to be standards.

Rael had done his best, with all the other nonhuman JOATs, to make sure the possibility of damage was limited. A certain amount of nonsense was expected, even permitted, during Silly Season. Already, some of the harmless mainstays were occurring.

Not only

Anywhere in the story: “It happened, and because it happened, it had to exist whether they liked it or not.”

There were thousands of words to describe Shayde. “Annoying” just happened to be in his top five. She had a uniquely twentieth-century disregard for others’ established preferences and his in particular. And this wasn’t the first time he wished inwardly that he had not been the first responder to her spectacular arrival.

Rael found her.

Sara’s mom and Scott have a chat during her wait while attempting to do a bit of step work with Sara. Scott actually receives good advice from her in the process, albeit slightly jaundiced in delivery.

Jacquelline Adrien had changed a lot since Scott last laid eyes on her. Gone was the Pink Chanel power suit and the ludicrously small hat. Gone were the Label accessories and the solid layer of Mary Kaye cosmetics. Gone, too, were about five pounds

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.

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