Bobby Drake

In a few hours I shall be moving again. To Edmonton. Because it's a long-ass drive, I'm going to be completely AFK (though I will have email/tiny phone internets until we lose cell reception in the mountains) until sometime tomorrow night. At that point, I *should* have internet access wherever I'm staying, but my availability will be much less predictable than usual until we actually buy a house. Which we have four days to do. Yay?

So, yes. Shall do my best to ping in to classes and put up work posts, but if I miss one or two in the next few weeks, that's why.

Sookie had left for Louisiana yesterday, Kate would be leaving in a couple days, and Bobby was dealing with that the best way he knew how... by pretending everything was fine.

The fact that Warren had left him an almost indecipherable giggly voicemail asking him to meet him out by the causeway was definitely helpful in that regard.

"So... what's up, dude?" he asked, once he spotted Warren and headed over in his direction.

[ooc: for the feathered one.]

With a week (and change, thanks to a visit to Kennedy's New York) between now and the events surrounding the crazy alien rock, Bobby knew things were supposed to be back to normal. That was what he was used to, anyway. People died, or came close to dying, or came back from the dead, and everything was weird for a bit but then you moved on.

Except that it seemed to be getting harder and harder, these days, to get himself back to the "status quo", whatever that was supposed to be. That feeling of being not-quite-right was what led him to come out here, beyond the remains of the campground.

He didn't even really think about what he was doing, just sat down on the beach and let loose with his powers, freezing, shaping, creating.

[ooc: NFB, but open if you happen to be That One Girl.]

HI THAR SORRY FOR THE FLIST SPAM. Lemme splain:

I'm moving on Saturday. My parents arrive tomorrow to help me load all my crap into a trailer, at which point we'll be ferrying across to the mainland.

Immediately after that, I'm busing down to the States Sunday evening to catch a plane Monday morning to San Diego for ComicCon.

Which was really probably more detail than you needed, but I'm still boggling over the fact that this years con trip is going to a) essentially take me three days b) involve no less than four methods of transportation. Possibly five if I can fit a train ride in there somewhere.

So anyway. Toby will eventually be kittified with modding rights to andthemoralis and necroslacker, William's a puppy under the watchful eye of daventryprince, Bobby's back in New York getting the shit kicked out of him, and Jake's back in St. John's... probably also getting the shit kicked out of him, let's face it.

I should be back in a little under two weeks, although let's face it, I'll probably be lurking in a non-creepy manner here and there where I can anyway, because otherwise I'd go through RP withdrawl and no one wants to see that.

The only problem, Bobby mused, with a class first-thing on the schedule was that whole getting-up-early part.

"At least there'll be cupcakes," Bobby told the kangaroo currently perched on his cot. "That's like, the consolation prize." Kangarookie didn't say anything in reply, just flicked her ears and wiggled her nose. "I haven't even managed to burn anything down yet!" he added proudly. "Although I did start a food fight with Raven..."

Kangaroos, as it turned out, were good at giving mildly disapproving looks. Food fights were all well and good, but in class, Bobby?

[ooc: FOR THE KANGAROOKIE AND SOME SP.]

The Bobby Drake who normally woke up in a dorm room in Fandom on your average Saturday morning might have done so slowly, lazily, quite possibly even reluctantly.

However, this was not your average Saturday morning, and this was most definitely not the Bobby Drake who normally called Fandom home. As such, the transition from asleep to awake consisted of his eyes snapping open and the realization that these were entirely unfamiliar surroundings. Which then resulted in a startled yell and a leap out of the bed, backing himself into a corner of the room.

What in the hell was going on?
( in which the other person in the room wakes up )
[ooc: Annnd Bobby is now Bobby Drake from the House of M 'verse (although several years before canon). preplayed with the lovely justwantsquiet. tbc in comments as schedules permit, & also open afterwards. details of conversation about mutantness = nfb please.]

For all that the Citadel was well-guarded with Magistrates posted at every entrance, they seemed oddly... trusting of the fact that the group of supposed mutates were what they appeared to be. And so after swiping a supply cart to stash their weapons in, the group made their way through the hallways, keeping conversation to a minimum in order to keep up the illusion.

For a place that was supposed to be the seat of a nation's government, the Citadel looked- and felt- more like a hospital than anything else. Stark, brightly-lit hallways and that vague smell of antiseptic lingered in the air. Every so often, Magistrates in full armor would stomp by, often carrying a mutate strapped down on a stretcher between them.

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As everyone got on the plane, Bobby found himself hoping that nobody from Fandom decided to mention the fact that hey, the guy flying the jet was the mayor.

Or that the blue-skinned, angry-looking guy had a doppelganger of sorts (which, to be fair, he already knew, but he figured this Warren didn't need the reminder). or the fact that Jono and Emma existed. Oh god, he really hoped no one mentioned Emma. To that end, he'd shuffled the Fandom contingent of this raiding party up front with Cable, who was piloting. Given that his very presence in this time was clearly the result of crazy-ass time travel issues, Bobby figured there wasn't much he or anyone else could do to make it worse.

( students on a plane! )

So those of you who follow me on the Twitter machine know that my job's been crazier-than-usual lately and I've been working a bajillion more hours. And this... is apparently going to stay the case for at least two more weeks. So, while I'll still be around in the evenings (though maybe not quite as late), my morning availability is pretty much a non-entity at the moment, so if I forget to sign into class (not that there's many of those left) or make a work post, that's why.

So tireeeeeeeeeeeed.

Bobby, along with several other members of the Xavier Institute's staff, had been fielding phone calls from frantic parents for what seemed like forever.

"My name's Robert Drake, Mr and Mrs Kincaid," he introduced himself. A slight pause as he listened to whatever the people on the other end had to say. "No sir. Cecily's one of the rare exceptions. She still possesses her powe- they hung up," he said dully. "For god's sake, Scott, don't they even care?"

"Apparently not," Scott Summers said flatly. "How're you holding up, Bobby?" he asked.

"The truth? Working these phones, dealing with other people's grief, it's about the only thing keeping me sane right now, considering I'm in the same boat."

"Yes, Robert, about that, perhaps you could-" Bobby held up a hand to forestall the rest of Emma's statement as another call came through on his headset. Another parent, demanding to know why their kid was, in their words, "still a freak".

"He's not a freak, none of us are freaks!" Bobby spat. "D'you have the slightest clue what he's going through? What his best friends are going through? You might try sparing a little empathy for your son instead of complaining about how much trouble it causes you." This time it was Bobby's turn to hang up, even if hitting 'end call' on the controls to his headset was somewhat less viscerally satisfying than slamming an actual phone down.

"-take a few days off and go to the reunion that quaint little high school of yours and Sookie's is organizing," Emma finished smoothly, as if she hadn't been interrupted at all.

"Why?" Bobby said, immediately suspicious. "You trying to get rid of me too, like you did Dani? Now that I'm not a mutant anymore?" How dare she! This was his home, had been his home longer than anyone else here bar Scott, she had no right to ask him to leave...

"Bobby, no," Scott tried to interject and smooth things over, but Emma just rolled her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "Your wife still has her powers, as do your children. The safest place for them is here, and I would not break up a family." Plus she had a little bit of a soft spot for one Robert Drake, though you'd be hard-pressed to get her to admit to that one. "I'm simply suggesting a little vacation to get you out of the thick of things for the time being."

As much as the idea of going back to Fandom and having to pretend everything was just fine didn't seem like the most fun ever, Bobby had to admit that there was maybe some merit in a distraction that didn't provoke in him the desire to smash things every time someone opened their mouth.

"Excellent," Emma said smugly, deducing (correctly, of course) that the little hamster on a wheel that was Bobby's brain had seen her point. "I've let Sookie know already. She's making the portal arrangements."

Of course she had. Telepaths. Sigh.

[ooc: Some dialogue taken from Decimation: The Day After. Establishy and NFB due to being in THE FUTURE. Yes, people are starting to do establishy wakeup posts and I do an establishy leaving post. I like being different, so sue me.]