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Hey, you've reached Bobby Drake! Only not really 'cause I can't come to the phone right now. Sorry about that. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Unless your name is Scott Summers, in which case I won't call back just 'cause I know it'll annoy you. Kidding! Kidding! Scotty, I'll totally call back. Really.
So, as per usual with these sorts of nights, there had been many, many drinks. Followed by ridiculous ideas. And then more drinks. And penguins dressed in cat tutus. And then more drinks.
Which totally explained why there were five teenaged boys piled in a bed in a hotel room in Iqaluit, now the proud co-owners of a penguin sanctuary.
"Mrrrph," Bobby mumbled, burying his face in the shoulder of... whoever that was next to him. At least he didn't drool in his sleep?
[ooc: for them guys! and nfb due to canada.]
Which totally explained why there were five teenaged boys piled in a bed in a hotel room in Iqaluit, now the proud co-owners of a penguin sanctuary.
"Mrrrph," Bobby mumbled, burying his face in the shoulder of... whoever that was next to him. At least he didn't drool in his sleep?
[ooc: for them guys! and nfb due to canada.]
Some Bar on The Mainland, Monday Evening
Jan. 16th, 2012 07:12 pm...Look, what other way was there to deal with ridiculous Fandom shenanigans than excessive drinking?
Okay, there were plenty of ways, several of them healthier than getting ridiculously drunk, but this was the way Bobby chose to deal with things. He'd made a few calls to people of course, since getting drunk alone was just saaaaad.
[ooc: estaaaaaaaaablishy and nfb.]
Okay, there were plenty of ways, several of them healthier than getting ridiculously drunk, but this was the way Bobby chose to deal with things. He'd made a few calls to people of course, since getting drunk alone was just saaaaad.
[ooc: estaaaaaaaaablishy and nfb.]
So far, Bobby had made it through the day without bursting in to song. Well, besides the humming to himself as he'd made up a couple sandwiches to take to the beach for his training session with Angelica (being a mutant was hungry work, okay?). But that wasn't all that unusual in and of itself.
Putting the basket with sandwiches and other assorted snackery out of the way, he flopped down on a rock and just enjoyed the view. It was kind of nice to go to the beach when it wasn't all gross and hot out.
[ooc: for the Amazing Friend! That they met for lunch is okay, details of conversation/happenings is not, lovely squirrel friends!]
Putting the basket with sandwiches and other assorted snackery out of the way, he flopped down on a rock and just enjoyed the view. It was kind of nice to go to the beach when it wasn't all gross and hot out.
[ooc: for the Amazing Friend! That they met for lunch is okay, details of conversation/happenings is not, lovely squirrel friends!]
The talk with Sookie had made a few very important things clear for Bobby. The first was that his father was well on the road to recovery, and didn't actually need all that much help day to day anymore. The second was that as much as that coupled with the fact that nearly all his earthly possessions had been wiped out (save for the few things he'd been keeping with him at his parents') had him feeling adrift and like there wasn't really any place where he belonged, there was someplace where he could feel that way again.
Fandom.
Not to mention, Sookie had her own schooling to get back to. As much as having her around had helped during those difficult months with his father, he felt guilty about uprooting her- even though it had actually been her idea.
Anyway, the end result was he'd looked in to re-registering at the school and had found that the first week of classes hadn't quite passed by, and that there were open spots in a couple of the Friday classes. That taken care of, he'd booked a portal and headed back.
Small problem? Once he actually got to the dorm room he'd once called his own, he realized one very important fact: he didn't have a key anymore. And sure, he could've just gone down to the office and gotten a new one, but this was Bobby Drake we're talking about. He didn't think of that.
Instead? He was just gonna knock on the door to 324, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and hope that Warren hadn't been assigned a new roommate since he'd been gone.
[ooc: guess who's back, back again? for the roomie primarily, but also open otherwise omg.]
Fandom.
Not to mention, Sookie had her own schooling to get back to. As much as having her around had helped during those difficult months with his father, he felt guilty about uprooting her- even though it had actually been her idea.
Anyway, the end result was he'd looked in to re-registering at the school and had found that the first week of classes hadn't quite passed by, and that there were open spots in a couple of the Friday classes. That taken care of, he'd booked a portal and headed back.
Small problem? Once he actually got to the dorm room he'd once called his own, he realized one very important fact: he didn't have a key anymore. And sure, he could've just gone down to the office and gotten a new one, but this was Bobby Drake we're talking about. He didn't think of that.
Instead? He was just gonna knock on the door to 324, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and hope that Warren hadn't been assigned a new roommate since he'd been gone.
[ooc: guess who's back, back again? for the roomie primarily, but also open otherwise omg.]
"I am not enjoying this!" Cecilia Reyes wailed as she, Bobby, Sookie, and Marrow ice-slid through the woods on the outskirts of a quaint little hamlet called Salem Center.
( I kind of got that impression from your nails digging in to my neck, but thanks for spelling it out... )
[ooc: preplayed with the effervescent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justwantsquiet. some dialogue snagged and altered from x-men #70. nfb for distance, tbc in comments, offer void in quebec.]
( I kind of got that impression from your nails digging in to my neck, but thanks for spelling it out... )
[ooc: preplayed with the effervescent
justwantsquiet. some dialogue snagged and altered from x-men #70. nfb for distance, tbc in comments, offer void in quebec.]It all started ( with a newscast... )
[ooc: cut for length and extensive speechifying. dialogue taken and slightly modified from the operation: zero tolerance crossover. oh, 90s comics. nfb for distance, natch.]
[ooc: cut for length and extensive speechifying. dialogue taken and slightly modified from the operation: zero tolerance crossover. oh, 90s comics. nfb for distance, natch.]
The Auditors weren't the only ones concerning themselves with worlds suddenly getting... messy. Millenia ago, a group of beings called the Celestials had willed a world into existence out of the desire to perform an experiment.
That experiment had culminated itself in the birth of Franklin Richards, who'd created his own world-experiment in a desperate bid to save those he loved. Which pleased the Celestials, as it meant their work had not been in vain.
Except now where there had been one world there were suddenly two. This could not be allowed. And so they'd been prepared to offer Franklin a choice: destroy the world of his birth, or the world he'd created. Only one could survive.
But then, somehow, the choice was made for him as one of the worlds winked out of existence. The Celestials didn't concern themselves with the hows or whys, just that it had happened and it was for the best.
[ooc: ...because this was nicer than asking a toddler to destroy a reality.]
That experiment had culminated itself in the birth of Franklin Richards, who'd created his own world-experiment in a desperate bid to save those he loved. Which pleased the Celestials, as it meant their work had not been in vain.
Except now where there had been one world there were suddenly two. This could not be allowed. And so they'd been prepared to offer Franklin a choice: destroy the world of his birth, or the world he'd created. Only one could survive.
But then, somehow, the choice was made for him as one of the worlds winked out of existence. The Celestials didn't concern themselves with the hows or whys, just that it had happened and it was for the best.
[ooc: ...because this was nicer than asking a toddler to destroy a reality.]
So Bobby hadn't exactly been, uh. The best at calling people and letting them know that he was fine, Sookie was fine, his dad was... while not fine, expected to recover, at least.
He had any number of excuses, of course. His dad needed constant care. The phones weren't even working half the time. He was helping Sookie get adjusted to living in his world.
...Okay, that last one was pretty weak as far as excuses went.
Still, things had been busy enough that aside from the lack of portals and phone calls, he hadn't exactly noticed anything was wrong. No, not even the fact that people like Tony Stark or Reed Richards were missing. That... wasn't new. When people stopped remembering them he thought that was kind of odd, but Onslaught had been pretty powerful. Maybe he hadn't just killed them, but wiped them out of existence or something.
It was only when places started vanishing as well that Bobby figured out that this wasn't just more fallout from the battle with Onslaught.
He'd even given up on his promise to himself to stay away from the X-Men, trying to get ahold of Hank. Hank would know what to do about this. But apparently even he didn't exist anymore.
The last few weeks had seen the world get smaller and smaller, until by yesterday there'd been nothing but the street Bobby had grown up on, along with a handful of houses. Even his parents were gone, now.
This morning he'd woken up and the world had consisted of himself, Sookie, and a house in Floral Park.
Now... now it looked like there might not even be that anymore. He'd finally managed to get a call through, and so now it was just a matter of waiting. He squeezed Sookie's hand in his own, looked over at her, and smiled. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Sookie said softly, smiling a little even as she worried her lower lip a bit. "I...guess this is it, huh?" She'd taken a moment to make a call, but otherwise, she'd reached a sort of...peace. Half of her expected Claudine to show up and whisk them to her home, but she'd given up on that, mostly.
"The end of the word as we know it," Bobby agreed. "Wouldn't say I feel fine, but... I'm with you. That's something."
"I feel...acceptable," Sookie said quietly, blinking back some tears all the same. "There's nothing to be done. And if there's one person I wanted to see out the end with, it's you."
[ooc: written with the fantabulousjustwantsquiet. ...do i really need to add a "NFI" to this? ;)]
He had any number of excuses, of course. His dad needed constant care. The phones weren't even working half the time. He was helping Sookie get adjusted to living in his world.
...Okay, that last one was pretty weak as far as excuses went.
Still, things had been busy enough that aside from the lack of portals and phone calls, he hadn't exactly noticed anything was wrong. No, not even the fact that people like Tony Stark or Reed Richards were missing. That... wasn't new. When people stopped remembering them he thought that was kind of odd, but Onslaught had been pretty powerful. Maybe he hadn't just killed them, but wiped them out of existence or something.
It was only when places started vanishing as well that Bobby figured out that this wasn't just more fallout from the battle with Onslaught.
He'd even given up on his promise to himself to stay away from the X-Men, trying to get ahold of Hank. Hank would know what to do about this. But apparently even he didn't exist anymore.
The last few weeks had seen the world get smaller and smaller, until by yesterday there'd been nothing but the street Bobby had grown up on, along with a handful of houses. Even his parents were gone, now.
This morning he'd woken up and the world had consisted of himself, Sookie, and a house in Floral Park.
Now... now it looked like there might not even be that anymore. He'd finally managed to get a call through, and so now it was just a matter of waiting. He squeezed Sookie's hand in his own, looked over at her, and smiled. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Sookie said softly, smiling a little even as she worried her lower lip a bit. "I...guess this is it, huh?" She'd taken a moment to make a call, but otherwise, she'd reached a sort of...peace. Half of her expected Claudine to show up and whisk them to her home, but she'd given up on that, mostly.
"The end of the word as we know it," Bobby agreed. "Wouldn't say I feel fine, but... I'm with you. That's something."
"I feel...acceptable," Sookie said quietly, blinking back some tears all the same. "There's nothing to be done. And if there's one person I wanted to see out the end with, it's you."
[ooc: written with the fantabulous
justwantsquiet. ...do i really need to add a "NFI" to this? ;)]Once the evening's visiting hours had ended, Bobby'd found himself wandering up to the roof of the hospital. He needed some time to just think, clear his head, but he couldn't quite bring himself to actually leave the hospital, not just yet.
He needed to be here, in case- well. In case every second counted. Sleep definitely wasn't happening, and dawn was only a few hours away now anyway.
So he sat, legs dangling over the edge of the building, and just... waited.
[ooc: OMG SORRY FOR THE FLIST SPAM. for le girlfriend.]
He needed to be here, in case- well. In case every second counted. Sleep definitely wasn't happening, and dawn was only a few hours away now anyway.
So he sat, legs dangling over the edge of the building, and just... waited.
[ooc: OMG SORRY FOR THE FLIST SPAM. for le girlfriend.]
Room 324 [Tuesday Late Morning]
Nov. 15th, 2011 09:37 amHe almost hadn't even bothered coming back. Not just because he'd spent nearly two hours wrangling with the Portalocity booking agents regarding getting a portal to Fandom in the first place; they'd finally, finally relented when Warren flung an absurd amount of money in their direction. The real reason had much more to do with the fact that time passed so much quicker in his own world than it did in Fandom. So every second away was one in which his father's condition could get even worse, and he wouldn't be there in case something happened. And he couldn't help but think that maybe if he'd tried harder to get home in the first place, he could've headeded this whole thing off. But instead he'd stayed behind in Fandom, having fun while Creed's people had been tracking down his father.
He only had about a half hour window before his return portal, and he couldn't afford to miss that, not when god only knew when he'd be able to reschedule a new one. So all his belongings were getting thrown rather haphazardly into boxes; anything that he couldn't pack before he had to go, well. he'd just send for it later. He felt kind of bad about leaving poor Thor-bunny behind, but... Warren wouldn't mind taking care of him by himself, right?
He'd left a message on Warren's voicemail (after checking his own, what the hell, Tony), hoping his roommate would make it back to the room before his return portal was scheduled to leave. He didn't really want to leave without saying goodbye, but if he had to? He would.
[ooc: door is open, expecting one roommate, but open for threads set before he arrives (though he wouldn't have called anyone because he's a dumbass)! this is bobby's last post in-Fandom for... a while.]
He only had about a half hour window before his return portal, and he couldn't afford to miss that, not when god only knew when he'd be able to reschedule a new one. So all his belongings were getting thrown rather haphazardly into boxes; anything that he couldn't pack before he had to go, well. he'd just send for it later. He felt kind of bad about leaving poor Thor-bunny behind, but... Warren wouldn't mind taking care of him by himself, right?
He'd left a message on Warren's voicemail (after checking his own, what the hell, Tony), hoping his roommate would make it back to the room before his return portal was scheduled to leave. He didn't really want to leave without saying goodbye, but if he had to? He would.
[ooc: door is open, expecting one roommate, but open for threads set before he arrives (though he wouldn't have called anyone because he's a dumbass)! this is bobby's last post in-Fandom for... a while.]
It was weird how used he was to this insane schedule, with planes leaving and arriving at all hours as they hopped across the country to Graydon Creed's various speaking engagements. He was in the back of the limo with the man himself and Carly Alvarez, talking strategy in the minutes before the presidential candidate was supposed to board his private jet when Creed looked at him and asked,
( 'Do you believe the sins of one generation are passed to the next?' )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, blah blah. Swiped from Uncanny X-Men #340. some mild violence under the cut.]
( 'Do you believe the sins of one generation are passed to the next?' )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, blah blah. Swiped from Uncanny X-Men #340. some mild violence under the cut.]
Room 324 [Saturday Late Morning]
Nov. 12th, 2011 01:44 pmSometimes it was nice just to sleep in, especially when daddy wasn't around to yell at him to stop wasting time and get up, but eventually, eventually sleeping got BORING.
"WARREN!" Bobby shouted, running over and tackle-glomping the boy in the other bed. "Wake uuuuuup!"
And he hadn't even found the sugar yet.
[ooc: OPEN OMG.]
"WARREN!" Bobby shouted, running over and tackle-glomping the boy in the other bed. "Wake uuuuuup!"
And he hadn't even found the sugar yet.
[ooc: OPEN OMG.]
Room 324 [Friday Afternoon]
Nov. 11th, 2011 02:36 pmBobby's plan had been to, as usual on Friday afternoons, hop his scheduled portal back home and to his 'job', but apparently Portalocity had other plans. All the rep would tell him was that there was no record of any scheduled portal, and sorry, all openings for today were currently booked.
He sent off a quick call to Creed's office with a story about a family emergency, and then figured he might as well use the rest of his time productively. Which is why he was now in his room surrounded by a bunch of rabbit supplies picked up from the pet store.
"So, what d'you think, buddy?" he asked Thor the rabbit. "Meet with your approval?"
The door was open, albeit watched carefully in case any four-legged creatures made a break for it.
He sent off a quick call to Creed's office with a story about a family emergency, and then figured he might as well use the rest of his time productively. Which is why he was now in his room surrounded by a bunch of rabbit supplies picked up from the pet store.
"So, what d'you think, buddy?" he asked Thor the rabbit. "Meet with your approval?"
The door was open, albeit watched carefully in case any four-legged creatures made a break for it.
Any other time, Bobby would've at least stuck around long enough after class Friday to be included in a certain call to action. But after his father's stunt during that interview with Trish, Bobby had been anxious enough regarding the potential fallout that he'd booked a portal to get back to the campaign HQ as soon as possible.
( From this base... )
[ooc: dialogue cribbed from X-Men #59, NFB, but open for texts or phone calls because... why not, that's why.]
( From this base... )
[ooc: dialogue cribbed from X-Men #59, NFB, but open for texts or phone calls because... why not, that's why.]
Had things been different, Bobby would've been in Fandom, celebrating Halloween, or maybe even still in Bon Temps, enjoying an extra-long weekend with his girlfriend. But no. Bobby stood at the edge of the soundstage, just out of view of the camera, watching as Trish Tilby introduced tonight's very special guest.
( Good evening... )
[ooc: NFB for distance, natch. Dialogue taken from X-Men #58.]
( Good evening... )
[ooc: NFB for distance, natch. Dialogue taken from X-Men #58.]
Bobby had kind of counted on ending up at this particular convention center at some point of his life. He'd just, you know, kind of figured it would've been during Comic-Con or something equally awesome, and not a rally for a Presidential candidate basing his campaign on anti-mutant fear-mongering. Bad enough he was missing the Fall Break trip, it sort of sucked beyond the telling of it that he was missing it for this crap.
( 'Please welcome to the stage,' the announcer was saying... )
[ooc: dialogue taken, bent, folded, and spindled from Uncanny X-Men #338. NFB for distance, obvs.]
( 'Please welcome to the stage,' the announcer was saying... )
[ooc: dialogue taken, bent, folded, and spindled from Uncanny X-Men #338. NFB for distance, obvs.]
Selkie Cove*, Sunday Afternoon
Sep. 11th, 2011 11:06 amEver since his True Love had departed to seek her fortunes in the wide, wide world (of Louisiana State University), Bobby's heart had been... well, broken was too kind a word for it. There was copious weeping and staring off into the distance, far too many rended garments, and he was fast becoming something of a shut-in.
That all changed, of course, the day that he met her. His other True Love. They had to keep their love a secret for now of course, lest they incite the wrath of those who Just Didn't Understand... but at least now Bobby felt like the spark had returned to his life again. And it was all thanks to one fabulous woman. The woman he waited for now, in their usual meeting spot on the beach, a small cave just beyond where the water crashed over the rocks. He glanced out worriedly, hoping nothing would delay her. He couldn't bear to be parted from her for even one minute more!
[ooc: for the Other True Love.]
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* Technically Selkie Peak, yes, but the writer of this particular episode didn't have a copy of the updated map at the time of writing and the mistake wasn't corrected before filming began.
That all changed, of course, the day that he met her. His other True Love. They had to keep their love a secret for now of course, lest they incite the wrath of those who Just Didn't Understand... but at least now Bobby felt like the spark had returned to his life again. And it was all thanks to one fabulous woman. The woman he waited for now, in their usual meeting spot on the beach, a small cave just beyond where the water crashed over the rocks. He glanced out worriedly, hoping nothing would delay her. He couldn't bear to be parted from her for even one minute more!
[ooc: for the Other True Love.]
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* Technically Selkie Peak, yes, but the writer of this particular episode didn't have a copy of the updated map at the time of writing and the mistake wasn't corrected before filming began.
