first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ecclesiophobic]

[Not cowardly on the battlefield, no. In the middle of a fight his mother stood proud, full of fury and blood thirst. But when it came to facing disapproval or horror in her son's eyes, or the possibility that his love for her might fade, she ran. Every time she ran rather than face what she did to earn his anger, and her cowardice led to her die alone. He assumes she's dead, at least, after scouring the earth and finding no trace; nothing else could've kept her from seeing her firstborn wed or being there when Kurt buried his wife.

But this isn't about him right now. This is about his baby sister, even if she's not from his world. Kurt turns his head slightly, make it obvious that she has his full attention (as close as she can in a public area; there will always be part of him he can't turn off paying attention to the goings-on around them). His expression turns sympathetic as she talks, hiding a wince when she mentions being left with Irene. He can empathize all too well with that particular breed of abandonment. From long reflex he reaches out to curl his tail around her ankle, where cloth and shoes make it safer.]

Not often enough?

[touchofrogue]

[She jolts a little, glancing up at him when she feels his tail wrap around her leg. Rogue isn't used to people reaching out to touch her, and her Kurt has never used his tail this way with her. She doesn't shake Kurt off, though, or tell him off - doesn't even think of it when his action is paired with that soft question. That - that lances an old pain, and not one that most pick up on if she trusts them enough to tell them this much of her past. Hearing it shakes her up as that old pain, a child's pain, really, sings through her with relative sweetness.

Rationally, looking at it from this end it had probably been a strategic move. Make her crave her mother's acceptance enough so that when Mystique finally revealed who she was and what they wanted of her, she'd have felt privileged finally learn what had happened and desperate to please. With the botched way Mystique had handled Rogue coming into her powers, however, she sure hadn't kept to that strategy -- if it had been one at all.

Maybe she just got tired of me.

Ridiculous, that such a thought would hurt. Rogue knew what Mystique was. It was insane for any part of her eto still reach for that connection. It didn't matter anyway. She glances back down.]

That's not important. Not in the light of everythin' else that happened.

[No. Not often enough.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[When she jerks Kurt's tail loosens, prepared to pull away at the first hint of true discomfort instead of surprise. It never comes, and his tail never moves away. It tightens in a comforting gesture during the silence that follows, because that's answer enough isn't it?

So many worlds where his mother had children and cast them aside--but she'd done that in his own, too. Kurt has--had a brother, barely a year younger. His name was Graydon Creed after his father Victor, and somehow the man was utterly human. Whether his mother had known that when she left Graydon behind, or had just known he could pass for human, Kurt doesn't know. He never will.]

Remy mentioned a few things the first time we spoke. Mostly Erik, a little about Mom. A lot about something called the Brotherhood of Mutants? [From Gambit's description they hadn't sounded like much at all, but it's a topic change they both can live with. He'd rather not think of any version of his mother under Apocalypse's control.]

[touchofrogue]

[A brief smile of wry affection flickered in and out of existence. She takes the reprieve for what it is and happily shifts focus for the moment.] That Remy - he's a talker.

[She leans an elbow on the bar and nods in thanks as the bartender drops off their drinks.] Three basic teams where I'm from - X-Men, Brotherhood, an' the Acolytes. The Brotherhood worked under Mystique, for a while, while she worked under Magneto. The Acolytes worked directly under Buckethead. [A quick flash of a grin.] My 'affectionate' nickname for him so we won't get 'em confused with yours.

[It wasn't a new nickname by any means, but if there was any reason to use it in polite company, it was now.

(It was strange that he hadn't let go of her ankle. People didn't touch her, as a rule.

It was even stranger that she'd said nothing, that she hadn't shaken him off.)]