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We are an alternate universe X-Men: Evolution roleplaying game that accepts canon/original characters and fun, creative writers. The time is set before season 1.

Mutants are not yet known to the public, but when superpowers are in the hands of hormonal teenagers who knows how long that will last. Professor Xavier is doing his best to delay the process by homing these young mutants and teaching them to control their powers. Magneto and Mystique are doing something similar.

So far, the only mutants living at the Xavier Institute are Ororo and Logan, whereas the Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House is virtually unoccupied.
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Current Year: 2017
Current Month: February
Current Weather: Cold air, Snows occasionally


Bayville gets slammed with a snow storm in early February and as such the high school is closed for a couple of days. Due to inclement weather, there will be no school February 6th and February 7th. Shovel out your vehicles then run back inside to warm up by the fire with some cocoa.

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 Can You Feel the Love Tonight?, February A-Plot
Aaliyah Edmonds
 Posted: Apr 13 2017, 05:18 PM
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INT: NIGHT, Bayville High gymnasium
Friday, February 10th, 7:30 PM


Aaliyah had spent the entire afternoon helping to decorate and prepare for the dance. She had climbed on top of chairs to string streamers. She had dragged in coolers full of sodas and punch for the concessions. A counted out the change in the lockbox even though she wasn’t class treasurer (Nancy was useless).

Needless to say, she had done a lot and was proud of it too. She had totally stood inside the gym after it was decorated, hands on her hips, releasing a self-satisfied sigh at least three times before leaving for a break at the mansion. The dance was her handiwork and tonight was going to be great! It was a wonder that she even had time to go home, put on her dress, braid her hair, and apply some makeup before returning to stand at the coat check.

Aaliyah had a date, just friends, and it was Noah. He had asked her kind of last minute and she felt obliged to say yes. To be honest she hadn’t thought too much about bringing a date herself. Sure, she would have loved to have some young professional beau on her arms, but that guy just wasn’t at Bayville. Mostly the guys here were just jocks with bricks for brains or Brotherhood members and she wasn’t going to touch either of them with a fifteen-foot pole. Noah would do. He was a close enough friend and he would be fine with her showing up at the dance without him. At least she made him match his vest to her red dress so if anyone asked she could point out that she did indeed come here with somebody.

Other teens started arriving dressed up for the night’s festivities. “You look gorgeous,” she complimented. “Love your hair! Wow, so handsome,” She flashed everyone her smile and forced her enthusiasm upon them as they walked into the gym. They were going to love what she’d done to the place.
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Sean Cassidy
 Posted: Apr 16 2017, 09:25 PM
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Sean basked in the utter stench of High School Americana at what had greeted before him. The slick gym floors that refracted trashy, colorful mood lights from the displays into every surface imaginable in the expansive area, the quality of the acoustics that seemed to turn a large and big-sounding song production into an eternally echoed ballad, the kitschy paper decorations adorning the Bayville High colors... it was all there. Everything he saw on every American TV program was there before him. And there he stood.

He had showered that day, earlier in the morning. Just enough time had passed for him to wear that day's stress sweat along the corners of his face and for his slickly combed back-style to now revert back to its wild and wavy dirtbag pretext that everyone was familiar with. He wore a deep navy, corduroy blazer with an outlandishly large, light blue satin bowtie over a pitch black button up, and a pair of brown jeans. Because he wasn't trying to impress anyone. The most notable and important accessory was the fact that a baby was strapped into a front carrying harness over his chest and had a bright pink backpack filled with all of Theresa's essentials affixed to his back.

His mum had met him in town earlier that afternoon to have lunch and exchange Theresa for the weekend and this was the first time he would be bringing his daughter around his new... group. For all the danger that a house of mutant inherently possessed, he figured a slow Saturday night of a high school dance and daddy time on Sunday wouldn't be so risky. He sheepishly spied around the gymnasium for any familiar faces and, sure enough, there was Aaliyah standing there admiring her work with a stance that instantly read to Sean as 'Ah, Harvard'.

"Oi! Al! He waved at her from across the room and started bounce-walking over there. The translucent green balls from Theresa's hair tie fastening her hair into a Pebbles tuft of red at the top of her head also bounced and clacked with each step. "Hey-"

The bulky, tacky-colored set of plastic baby keys slipped from his grasp and hit the floor and he did that thing where you bend down while completely upright in an awkward squat and retracted back up after an expertly timed blind swipe and handed them to his daughter who immediately tried to swallow them whole, as usual. "-...Hey." He pivoted around to stand side-by-side to her, also observing her work from her perspective. "Et looks alroight in here." He offered in a positive tone while he absently bobbed his torso as Theresa heaved the keys onto the floor again.

Honestly, he was just there to keep an eye on his peers for about an hour and then head back. He wasn't a chaperone and he sure as hell wasn't a teacher. The fact that he flunked a year and was a legal adult put him into that uncomfortable limbo of Student?, so needless to say, he wasn't mega comfortable. "You met me date, yet?"

He side-eyed Aaliyah as he spoke and bounced his chest-daughter at her with a crumpled lip. "Theresa, this is Aaliyah. She's the President o'tha Unoited Stehts of America. Aaliyah, this is Theresa. She's the President of me money and poo." He nodded Theresa sucked on her entire fist and watched Aaliyah, got bored, looked at the DJ booth, got bored, and then started pulling a tendril of hair from below Sean's chin and started tugging.

"What th'hell am I doin' here?" He said while laughing politely.




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Noah Crichton
 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 11:59 AM
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I’m alive. Noah let out a sigh of relief as soon as the old, run-down van Kitty had driven from the X-Mansion to the high school came to a complete stop. “Thanks for the ride, Kitty,” Noah said with a weak smile, secretly wishing he had gone in the X-Van with Jean. Seemed a lot safer, bulletproof even. But it was too late now. He had made his choice, and it had nothing to do with him liking Kitty more as a person. Rather, it had to do with Noah’s insecurity about being around a telepath for prolonged periods of time, namely a teenage telepath. At least the Professor asked permission before reading his mind (well, unless it was an emergency), but Jean… she had absolutely no restraint. No consideration. Sure, maybe it was because she couldn’t control her powers, just as he had trouble controlling his own, but it could also be because she was nosy. The last thing he wanted was for her to out him to the entire team. He wasn’t ready for that kind of attention, which explained why he had asked his first mutant friend, Aaliyah, to be his date. He didn’t want to stand out in any sort of way, and the fact he had a date made him feel a little more normal. A part of him even felt kind of popular, seeing as Aaliyah was in charge of setting up the dance. He was excited to see how it turned out.

“Wow,” he muttered in awe under his breath upon entering the decked-out gymnasium alongside his fellow X-Men. Tearing his gaze away from all the pink and red-colored streamers and hearts, one of the first people he spotted was his date, Aaliyah. Immediately, the look of nervous painted across Noah’s face faded, replaced by a relieved smile. That was until he realized how busy she looked. She was greeting every single student that walked in, throwing around compliments left and right. Noah hoped she would call him handsome, though a part of him doubted she would. After all, he didn’t feel handsome. He guessed he looked nicer than usual, though, dressed in a standard black suit with a white button-down shirt underneath and shiny black tie. His hair was slicked back with gel, too. Probably a little too much.

“Hey, date,” Noah teased, giving Aaliyah the gentlest of punches to her right shoulder. “You look…” Brown eyes drifted up and down her pretty dress for a moment as he struggled to find a word that wouldn’t make Aaliyah think he liked her as more than a friend. “Good.” Nervously, Noah turned to Sean who stood next to her with a baby in his arms, his baby. Theresa. She was the cutest thing, but what was she doing at a high school dance? “Hey, Sean,” he greeted the Irish boy with a small wave, then glanced down at his red-haired, freckle-covered daughter and did the same. “Hi, Theresa.”

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Kitty Pryde
 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 03:21 PM
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[Gong 2 BHS @ 7 4 whoev wnt ridezzzzz~]

The mass text probably should've just gone to her classmates at the institute, but Kitty ended up including Xavier, Miss Munroe, and Logan, and sent without checking. Regardless, it didn't really matter. She was on a mission at Bayville, for no reason, and that meant showing up with as many people as possible would be a good thing, right?

As her heinous, old, rusty, mispainted, misshapen, dented, discontinued, barely running, amazing Shitwagon came to a harsh and abrupt stop in the student parking lot, she popped her door open. Literally popped, she had to hold the lock up and the handle erect, and kick it open. She also had to hold the door the entire time it was open, because that one hinge had cracked, and if she let go, the door would just slump over, sad. And she was sure if any cop saw, she'd be arrested on the spot.

She carefully placed her door closed again and pulled her black clutch out of one of the many zippers on her clunky, army green winter coat, which was currently zipped from knee to chin. From it, she pulled her phone and checked her messages. A text from Nancy, [Ware R U?], God she was useless, and another from Taryn, [Pink heels or red?].

To Nancy: [Here.]
To Taryn: [IDC]

She shoved her phone back into her clutch.

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She snapped her attention up, hair clean and wavy in a perfectly human, contained sort of way, flipped back behind her shoulders. "Oh, hey No'." Wait. "What?"

Did he ride with her? "Did you ride with me?" She looked back at the van and forward. She was really going to have to pay more attention to her passengers. That probably meant he saw her chronically reaching into her jacket and then sniffing her fingers to make sure she wasn't developing BO before the dance. Was there anybody else in there?

Whatever. Onward, to the dance. As she came to the mouth of the gym, she strode in, unzipping her long zipper and jerking it off her frame, careful only with her left wrist, because she wore that corsage she bought Sean almost a month ago.

She did her best. A strapless black dress with white polkadots. The note her mom left in the box was that, "It's timeless, just wear it." And her mom wasn't someone she met at a party, so she just blindly listened. Regardless, she cleaned up real nice, even if the dusty ankle boots didn't go with it. But it was cold, and she wasn't about to freeze her feet in some unsupportive strappy heels like the bulk of the tweens she when to highschool with. So, with decent makeup, tame hair, a clean dress, and the cinnamon-vanilla of that body wash still holding up, she was passably human. Some might say really pretty, if they didn't have the preconceived notion of her being a trash monster in her civvies.

She flung her jacket at Aaliyah, sloppily. She was womanning the coat check and the money. "Hey, thanks."

She looked around and saw Noah. Had they walked in together, too? And then there was Sean with Theresa, who was far cuter than her dumb dad. God she hated him. God she loved him.

She held up her left wrist at Sean and pointed to the very dead corsage tied by white ribbon. Then she looked back at Aaliyah. "Have you seen Nancy? She said she brought a flask."
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Laurie Tromette
 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 11:53 PM
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What was she thinking? Dances were never something Laurie was overly fond of, much less participated in. She had a difficult enough time when it came to social situations and found it a waste of time to go to something that never captured her interest. Laurie had even considered completely skipping going to the Valentine themed dance.

But, in hindsight, she couldn't deny that it was probably one of the best ways to get to know her fellow X-men or other classmates. So, her mind had been made up rather last minute. Laurie had spent much of the debate time ducking chances of being asked to be a date and avoiding the topic until a day or two before the actual dance was to occur, finally convincing herself to go when seeing everyone else seeming to be stressing and rushing around about it. So Laurie had scrambled to find a dress and consider how she should look.

Luckily, her mother had pressed for her to bring some nice clothes along, and one of those had been a possible prom dress she had considered before moving there to Bayville. It would have to do in this case because she didn't have enough time to find a better dress, much less have much of a variety so late. And that was exactly what she wore. It was a dark blue halter top knee-length dress with the straps coming to cross in an X on her back, leaving it open. With it she had decided to wear silver wedged heels to match the silver-white lace around the mid-section and lining along the dress straps and silver bracelet on her left wrist opposite to the image inducer on her right. And well, she decided to skip the make up and do loose curls at the ends of her hair.

It was kind of ironic seeing herself in a blue dress, darker than her current crystal skin when before all this she would never have thought twice about being so cautious with how she looked or how to style her hair for something as simple as a dance. But, Laurie hadn't had time to dwell on it as she rushed to meet the others for the carpool they had planned, choosing to ride with Jean on the account of hearing of Kitty's driving skills. She already had enough bad driving experiences for one year and would deal with riding with the red haired telepath.

"This looks like it could be a promising night." Laurie commented, eyeing the several students already parked and heading inside. Already, the blue skinned teen was beginning to feel self-conscious about her choice of dress, and she hadn't even left the van yet. Was it too simple? Did it show too much? Was she really prepared for this? Nervousness and uncertainty flashed across her expression, making Laurie almost begin to second guess her initial choice...

No, she couldn't let nerves stop her from trying. This was a new place, new school, new people. Laurie knew she couldn't hide away forever and there would be familiar faces there, so she wouldn't be completely lost. "Thanks for the lift Jean." Laurie turned her gaze towards Jean, giving a quick smile of gratitude for driving and trying to push all her negative feelings to the back of her mind. But her uncertainty couldn't be more clear. And all she could do was take a deep breath before stepping out of the van, closing the door behind her, and making her way into the school, soon finding herself at the doorway to the gymnasium "Whoa! Can this place keep a permanent makeover?"

It was true. The gymnasium looked rather different with all the decorations and people inside it compared to what she had seen since first coming to Bayville. But she quickly flashed a smile towards Aaliyah, Noah, Sean, and his little girl, "You sure know how to spruce up the place Aaliyah, it turned out amazing." Laurie told her, moving off to the side so she wasn't in the way of guests. But unlike most of the X-men she had not come with a date, seeming content to just come here to try and have a decent time without the stress of finding a date. If someone wanted to dance then she would try to oblige the request.
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Laura Kinney
 Posted: May 5 2017, 01:49 AM
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Relieved of her primary mission by the realization that not only shouldn’t she kill Logan but she should learn everything she could from him, Laura had put everything she had into her secondary objective - figure out how to be a teenage girl. Logan had vehemently refused to help her figure out how to regain her childhood - he was both a wise father figure and a grumbly old man who didn’t want to be bothered at the same time - and so she’d thrown herself at helping her and Kyle figure out how to be what they’d never had a chance to be: kids.

Apparently kids their age went to loud colorful mating rituals where no actual mating happened. She’d asked Kitty about that last part and gotten an ambiguous answer about backs of cars and bathroom stalls. Laura decided she’d avoid those places.

Except for the ride there. She and Kyle were in the back of Kitty’s van on the way to the dance. There was a warmth in her stomach from him asking her, though she’d made it clear that she was going for research, not to participate. ”Kyle, I do not plan on mating with you in the back of this van.” She knew he thought of her more as a ‘den sister’ than a potential mate, but aside from knowing she didn’t feel any of the wild instincts he did. And she wanted to be sure. Especially with how she was thrown into Kyle at every stop and start of the van.

”Thank you for the ride, Kitty, it was exciting,” she said and then promptly quieted as she followed the group of kids into the decorated gym. She saw several couples holding hands and glanced uncertainly at Kyle before stiffly taking his hand and walking inside with him. Aaliyah was there taking coats, so Laura handed her leather jacket over revealing a black blouse and skirt combo she’d found at a local thrift store. The thrift store employee had said it would be perfect for a dance, but Laura didn’t see anyone else wearing something similar.

”What do we do now…” she was starting to ask Kyle when she spotted the older boy with a baby strapped to his chest. She was struck with curiosity, and transfixed by the sight of the child. Was this what one did with young children? Then a bigger question popped in her mind.

She strode up to Sean and asked, ”If you already have a child, why are you at a mating dance?”

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Kyle Gibney
 Posted: May 10 2017, 07:03 PM
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Much like Laura, Kyle was trying to figure out this whole 'being a kid' thing. They had differences in their pasts, but at this point in their lives, the pair were probably more similar to each other than to anyone else in the house. Laura didn't understand things like dances any more than he did, and yet, here they both were.

Kyle had asked Laura in an impulse, and because she was the only girl he really knew. Still, he'd felt relief when she'd agreed. Much worse than asking her was having to wear these clothes. He kept fussing with his shirt collar irritably, and so he'd been distracted when she made a note to him about her plans for the evening, or rather, lack thereof. He raised a brow at her and then shrugged. "Okay."

While it was true that he lived more or less by instinct, he hadn't felt any sort of mating desire while around her, and had no clue about the traditions of such things. The biggest difference between Laura and Kyle, to his mind, was that she was smart. She was trained to be a clever assassin, he was trained to be a mindless, controllable killer. And now, Kyle looked to her on cues of how to behave.

"Thank you, Kitty," he echoed, leaving the van after his 'date'. He canted his head toward the girl as she took his hand and scratched at his newly combed hair. This was all very strange, he thought, turning his head to look around and try to take it all in. The music was rather loud, which made him bristle a little, a slight tensing of his muscles and the pull of his lip over his teeth in a small snarl. He found himself hold her hand in return, finding the closeness of his pack mate comforting against the cacophony of sounds and scents from all of the other kids.

"Is there food?" he asked, because that was always a good thing to do. Then he was led away to where Sean. He sniffed for snacks, but there were too many new things around to pick anything out. So, instead, he turned his attention to the baby. At least the little human smelled natural, not soaked in faked scents like many of the others here...soap, perfume, cologne. Ugh. He leaned in to sniff at Terry and even made a little yippy bark to try and make her laugh. It encouraged playtime in pups in the pack.

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 Posted: May 14 2017, 02:44 PM
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Germaine and the rest of the Brotherhood were running a little late, not that he particularly cared. After all, it was a measly school dance made to celebrate one of the most pointless holidays of the year. The only reason he even agreed to go was because Q convinced him he might get laid. Oh, who was he kidding? Looking like this, girls would be fighting over him left and right.

He strode into the dance with a cocky grin. He expected heads to turn in his direction, but none did. By then, most of the students had already begun dancing in the middle of the gymnasium. Ugh. Germaine rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm not drunk enough for this," he muttered. Turning to Nolan, he nudged him in the arm with his fist and asked, "You spiking the punch or what?"

Once the deed was done, Germaine poured himself his first but certainly not last cup of liquid courage and smiled widely. "Now it's a party." Rather quickly, Germaine started to feel the effects of the alcohol. The warm feeling in his stomach. The lightness in his head. He felt like he was on top of the world, as though he had developed another mutant power: invincibility.

"Time to get laid." Ger slammed his empty cup onto the table and looked to his teammates, who he guessed were his friends. Maybe even the best friends he ever had. "Wish me luck." Chuckling, Ger patted Quentin on the chest and took a few clumsy steps toward the dance floor before realizing what he just said. His smile faded instantly, and he spun back around so fast that he nearly fell over. Regaining his bearings, he raised his finger and corrected himself, his tone serious, "Not that I need it. Watch and learn, losers."

With that, Ger made a beeline for the first pretty girl that came into view and started dancing with her. Well, humping her from behind. He should have gotten the hint when she jumped into the arms of her friend and told him to 'fuck off,' but that didn't stop Ger. Taking her for a lesbian, he moved onto the next, who was also a lesbian. The third girl he tried to "dance" with wasn't a lesbian, but she did have a boyfriend. Duncan Matthews. The captain of the football team.

"Fuck," was the last word that escaped his lips before he was pushed back onto the hard wood floor. "Dude, I didn't know!" he retorted, but it was too late. A circle was already forming around the two, and he was the one on the ground. Feeling humiliated, Ger balled both hands into fists and leaped back up to his feet. He took a drunken swing at the agile football player's face and ended up back on the floor.

Anger surged through Germaine at the sound of Duncan's laughter, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to see Duncan burn. But then, as he felt an all-too-familiar surge of power sweep through him, he remembered the boy he sent to the hospital, all the pain he had caused, and quickly shifted his gaze toward the cieling. The red, pink and white streamers that graced it burst into flames immediately, and he didn't stop there. Letting out the loudest groan of frustration his lungs could muster, he continued to wreck havoc upon the dance.

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Tak didn't really understand what a dance was, or really what the point of them was. Just let that be known. But it had been the buzz all around school for the past week and a half and needless to say, abuzz in the Brotherhood boarding house.

At first, Tak had decided not to go because she had a test she needed to study for and she just didn't know anyone, but a little nudge from Nolan and Ger had swayed her. At least she could hang with them, right?

So here she was, getting out of the car and making her way to the gym with the rest of the Brotherhood. Tak had little money to spare and because her decision to go had happened at the last minute....she didn't have anything to wear. But then Mystique happened and made the impossible...happen. Dressed in a lacy black party frock with spaghetti straps and feathers, a little makeup and mary-janes, Tak was feeling self-conscious but loved the way she looked. All the girls around her had curves for days and she felt starkly thin and thus tried to blend in to resign herself from ridicule.

While Germaine had taken off to dance and....get lain down? Tak went off her own way to the punch bowl and poured herself some libation. Too bad that she hadn't been pay attention to the fact that it was JUST spiked with alcohol and when she went to take a swig, she got a bit of an intense brain freeze and dismissively abandoned her cup at the table.

Right about then too, Germaine had gotten socked by a boy much larger and more....authoritative in appearance than him and Tak ran toward the circle. Her eyes going wide at seeing her friend and housemate getting his ass handed to him and she pouted darkly at the human boy.

"You not hurt him..." She muttered in a low snarl, stamping past Ger and approaching the football captain directly. her left hand blackened and she swiped her fist hard across the guy's face. The dark, matte ink covering her hand looked like a glove, but it was hardened and solid like glass. There was enough force powered in that left hook to knock him on his ass much in the way he did with Germaine, and Tak gave him a vicious glare. "You not hurt my friend!"
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Kitty Pryde
 Posted: May 17 2017, 06:18 PM
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Well, finding Nancy Pepperwood was a fuckin' bust. She'd apparently gotten drunk before the dance even started, puked on her dress under the bleachers, and got escorted out - not by her date, though, who was nice enough to have squandered the rest of the alcohol.

He gave kitty a water bottle filled with a "great mix", but she wasn't picky enough to ask. So she headed through the crowds as she opened the bottle, gave it a whiff that pinched every nerve in her body. That shit was dangerous, but Kitty lived on the edge. Right?

As she was passing by the concessions table, she gave the slightest sip, immediately spit it out, a spay of murder-vodka that coated a few backs. Absently, in her sheer disgust and Kitty's vehement need to get rid of the sick drink, she immediately flipped the bottle of pure vodka over into the nearest dumping ground: the giant punch bowl.

It took her a moment to realize what she'd done. Her eyes went wide as she looked around. That Germaine guy must've seen...

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"You spiking the punch or what?"


"It was an accident," she put, almost annoyed, but he went for it anyway. Kitty, however, didn't know -what- to do about it, so she just started awkwardly, casually strolling around.

"Hey, don't drink the punch." She told a rando.

"Punch is bad, guys, don't drink it." A group.

"Aaliyah totally fucked up the drinks," a few dancers.

After a few minutes, though, something happened after Kitty met up with Taryn. A wail of screams erupted somewhere in the midst of the dance floor, and an explosion of fire totally ripped through the dance.

"Oh my god!" Taryn yelled.

"Uh..." Kitty was less than excited, seeing Germaine dead in the center of the debacle. Sure enough, the kid couldn't control his powers, and this was a nuisance more than anything. Or at least, so she thought.

The streamers went up in flames - flames that quickly rose up toward the exposed i-beams that served as structural enforcement for the gym. A few dresses caught. A suit - one of the kids Kitty spit on, was engulfed. A stray ball of fire flung into the spiked punch bowl, erupting it and the entire table of snacks.

People were screaming. Panicking. It was chaos.

"Taryn," Kitty pointed toward the back exits that would lead down to the sporting fields, "There's a fire alarm back there, go hit it and get everybody's attention to head out the back!"

"What about you?!"

"I gotta go help!"

Kitty lifted the front of her dress so she could run, and started against the sway of the crowd, hearing a groan from above her. Her eyes followed the billow of black smoke and burning streamer up to an unsteady i-beam that was wired to the basketball hoop. It didn't take long for her end of the beam to crack off, the wire attached to the basketball hoop snapping away and whipping out. The basketball hoop swung down and hung by one end, still suspended, but she didn't know how long it would last. Her primary concern, in these vital moments of reaction, was the i-beam that was swinging down.

Perhaps instinctually, perhaps stupidly, Kitty leapt forward, arms out to try and catch the wire - only it caught her, instead. The half inch thick steel wire stung her face before it snagged her arm, spiraling and looping around her forearm to the elbow as the girder came swinging down with a wreckage of lightweight debris falling to the floor with it.

Kitty kicked her ghosting abilities on, extending it out as far as it could reach. She tried planting her feet down, but the force of the momentum nearly ripped her arm off, and instead, she went with it.

Yes, this was definitely a stupid move. However, had she not done something, she couldn't have prevented the two ton girder from swinging directly into Sean and Teresa, Laura, and Kyle, and the myriad of other students around them in the chaos and panic.

She hoped, somewhere in the back of her mind, that no one noticed that the beam swung directly through them, followed of course by Kitty. Hopefully they went by too fast for anyone to recognize. Hell, Kitty herself wasn't even too sure what was happening, given the speed of the momentum, but the next thing she knew, she was up in the air.

Kitty rode that wave the whole way. Similar to how the wire had caught her arm, her end caught another beam on the far side, swinging her around through the air like she was absolutely nothing. Her ghosting power must've been fading - that was a fair amount of weight and people the girder had swung through, and given how quickly everything was going, her senses were totally askew. Especially now that she'd just been whipped around in a spiral.

When she finally stopped moving and the dizzy in her eyes died down a touch, she reassessed what had happened and where she was. She looked down first, realizing she was dangling there some forty or fifty feet in the air. There was still fire, but none of the students in the path of the girder looked injured from where she was. That was a relief. However, somewhere along the line, the fire alarm had gone off, and with it came the sprinkler system, so while the fire was still roaring, she hoped that would kill some of the intensity. However... another problem.

Some of those debris that had fallen were spotlights and a fair number of life wires.

The water sprinkling down could easily cause those exposed wires to electrocute anyone near them.

"Stay away from those lights!" She screamed, but was almost certain her little voice from way up there was probably lost in the chaos, screams, and panic from below.

She really couldn't do anything at the moment, not from where she was. If she dropped and used her air walking abilities to catch herself, she'd surely be exposed. There was a way out of this that didn't involve risking the institute, and she could figure it out.

The adrenalin was still flowing too fast through her body, so she still wasn't aware of how bad her injuries were, though she'd guess, at the very least, her shoulder was dislocated from the pull of the massive i-beam. This left her with one good arm and two legs, which was good enough for her to start swinging again.

Unfortunately, every time the wire shifted, she was pulled up. That might have seemed like a good thing if she wasn't the only thing weighing the wire down so that it didn't unravel around the steady beam and drop the girder. She was about to pull something really risky.

She knew if she'd swung enough, the wire would rise enough that her legs could catch the steady beam, but she had to be quick once her weight was up. So when her legs caught around the good beam, and the wire started pulling so it could drop the loose girder, she immediately phased the wire into the steady beam itself before solidifying again, effectively fusing all that metal together. It probably wouldn't hold, the steady girder probably couldn't maintain all that weight for long, but it would at least by everyone more time to get out.

Next was getting free without anybody seeing.

She was hanging upside down, now, which wasn't easy with her dress flipped up and trying to fall off of her, nor the torrent of water that was keeping her slick, but she played roller derby, and the training at the institute was keeping her strong. She'd locked her legs into each other, she wasn't going anyway. She untangled her dislocated arm with her free hand, letting the wire dangle down away from her. Now she was on her own - nothing holding her there. And despite the fact that she'd been trapped only a moment ago, at least the wire was providing her some level of safety.

She caught the girder her legs were locked around with her good hand while her left arm fell limp and useless behind her, pain searing, but the need to live was far more important.

She pulled struggled, twisting her arm and her hips with enough gumption that she was able to pull her weight up on top of the girder. That was good. She didn't have to use every muscle, she could reassess. Because who knew who might have seen her up there and stopped to scream and watch her die.

Not. Dying. Today.

The girder she was now perched on top of was the one holding the opposite basketball hoop up. She could use that to climb down - all the piping holding it together went down pretty far, maybe only ten feet off the ground.

Slowly, even as the black smoke was clogging her windpipe, Kitty shifted and shimmied her way along the girder. And those forty or so feet felt a lot like a mile as she did. But she managed to pull herself into the criss crossing of metal work that held the hoop up, enough relief - there was a lot she could hold on to, and it didn't feel quite as dangerous.

She climbed down, carefully, step by step, and below here, a small crowd was forming. Apparently she was right - there had been people watching her.

Their arms were up, like they were all ready to catch her. And even despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a massive pang of resentment for these dickheads who probably thought they were being heroic, helping her down, even though she was the one who had just fucking saved two or three dozen kids at her own risk. But they would have no idea that she did, and probably just thought she was a damsel in distress. Dicks.

She dropped down into their arms and they set her down.

"Kitty, you're-"

"I'm fine. I play roller derby." Clearly a sign of delirium, right? She didn't look at any faces, too busy trying to see what else needed to be done. There was still so much chaos.

But she wasn't fine. Her arm was hanging out of socket with a massive spiral gash where the wire had worn through her skin, plus the gash on her face. She didn't even recognize it. She had no idea how much blood she'd lost. But her feet felt funny. "Is Teresa okay? Where's Laura? Taryn?" She meant business. But her body was done. She tried to push out of the crowd, but her vision went black, and the last thing she saw was the gymnasium floor as her body gave out and she dropped.
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Julie Power
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Dances would be more fun with company. That was the reigning theory, anyway. Julie didn't exactly have a very large sample size to test her hypothesis from, this being only the second high school dance that she had ever actually attended. Her old high school had them, just like probably every high school did, but she had always been too busy to go before. This year was going to be different, not only just because it still sorta had that brand new school smell—not literally, unfortunately—but because she was a junior now. An upperclassman! Sure it wasn't senior prom, and the dance was open to students of all ages, but it still beat staying home to babysit her kid siblings.

This time it was Jack's turn to do that, not that the little jerk even wanted to come. Figured.

Still, it did feel a little weird being pretty much alone. Her intended date, a classmate that she didn't really know that well but seemed nice enough when he asked, bailed on her at the last minute because of a family emergency. Given her own upbringing, she could hardly blame him for it, even with the painfully short notice. The friends that she had come with instead had all wandered off somewhere, probably looking to snag a dance partner or get wasted...given the rumours going around that the punch had been spiked. Already. Not even an hour into the dance. Hopefully it was just a rumour, not that Julie was going to risk finding out for herself. Safer to stick with water, from bottles, with caps that still had an intact safety seal because Bayville wasn't exactly what one could call sketchy, but there was no such thing as being too careful at a high school dance.

So, yeah. Alone. For the moment, anyway. All of her efforts gone to temporary waste, with a bailed date and scattershot friends. At least Julie could console herself with the fact that she looked reasonably nice for the night, more done up than she usually bothered with even on her most fashion conscious days. Just because she was dateless at a Valentine's Day dance, which was pretty damn pathetic, didn't mean that she had to look it. Her outfit for the evening was simple, but well suiting: a strapless, straight necked mini-dress with a flared, A-line skirt ending just above the knees, the bodice slightly ruched along one side to cinch and contour the waist. As was appropriate for the holiday—and her at times a touch too pasty, especially during this time of year, complexion—her dress was a sweet peony pink, the satin just a shade too daring to be called pastel. A matching pink clutch was held in one hand and her shoes were a creamy suede, typically high heeled with delicate straps crossing over her ankle, instep and across her open toes.

Better than average makeup, a simple white gold necklace and a tumble of loose curls over one exposed shoulder completed the look, not that she had anyone to really appreciate it. Or at least, that's how Julie felt, being mostly alone. At a semi-formal dance. On Valentine's Day. It was something that she really needed to remedy before the night wore out so she stood up on the very tips of her already forward leaning toes, bringing up her free hand to look out over the milling crowd for someone that she maybe knew well enough to talk to without feeling like too much of a dateless loser. At a semi-formal dance. On Valentine's Day. She almost thought that she saw someone that might have looked more recognisable than a random classmate or a somewhat familiar face passed by in the halls, but it was hard to tell in the dim mood lighting of the dance-decked gymnasium.

Plus, there were a lot of new people that Julie didn't recognise like, at all. Bayville was always getting new students; it was weird. Almost as weird as...was that guy carrying a baby? Who the hell brought a baby to a school dance?

More to the point, who the hell set the school dance on fire?! Even from her sad wallflower impression, Julie still couldn't miss the gouts of fire licking up from the centre of the dance floor, the paper streamers catching like dry kindling. It was a surreal moment. Record scratch, amber trapped dancers caught in time, before fast-forwarding back to the present with a piercing, horror movie scream cutting through the crowds. After that, what ensued could only be described as complete chaos as students fled the dance floor, trying to avoid the spitting flames now curling up and into the gym rafters. Bits of burning gymnasium and charred decorations rained down from the exposed girders and the refreshment table practically exploded from what had to have been a stray ember, showering anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.

Julie all but flung herself away from the wall, shielding her head as much as she could with her clutch and pushing her way into the fleeing crowds. If the gymnasium was dim before it was even worse now, thick clouds of black, acrid smoke burning her eyes and throat the closer she got to the centre of the dance floor. Fighting against the flow of burning, human traffic to reach what almost looked like a pillar of fire was probably the craziest thing she had ever done, which was saying a lot, but she couldn't just leave, not now, not when she might be able to actually do something. She didn't know what, or really even how, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't do anything and someone got seriously hurt, or worse.

All around her people were coughing and hacking, some with smouldering clothes and hair, and she pushed as many as she could in the direction of the open double doors. "Come on, get up!" Grabbing an arm or a sleeve with her free hand, anything she could that wasn't burnt or burning. "You can't stay in here! Get up, go! Now!"

Her throat stung from all of her yelling and the smoke. Somewhere along the way, she had lost her clutch. Soon enough, Julie managed to make her way to the centre of the gym, where there were still a gaggle of students standing around instead of leaving. She actually knew some of these people, instantly recognising Noah and Laurie, but most of them were practical strangers, including a pair of what had to be freshmen and the guy with the baby. Julie spun, fully ready to unleash an 'are you completely crazy?!' at the redhead, but a sound from overhead stopped her. It was a groan of warping metal, low and ominous, a massive I-beam swinging down from the compromised rafters straight into their crowd. She had a split second to react, too short even for her speed; her second thought to blast/push/something as many people out of the way as she could, secrets be damned. (The first: oh god, I'm going to die dateless on Valentine's Day.)

Julie was already mentally ready, a bright rainbow halo surrounding her hands and feet, the latter of which were no longer touching the ground. It wasn't enough, there just wasn't enough time, and she brought up her arms and braced for the worst. She squeezed shut her eyes, dimly hoping that the same thing that protected her from bad crash landings might somehow help against getting smacked by a massive steel beam, but...

Nothing. No impact, not even pressure or a whoosh of air. Only the warm, bright feeling of not being dead and—finally!—the background wail of the fire alarm. Foul, metallic smelling water rained down from the sputtering sprinklers overhead, barely helping to control the fire and making an even bigger mess of her tangled hair. Lowering her still slightly glowing arms and opening her eyes, Julie turned to see just what the hell actually happened, peering through the thinning vapour. Miraculously, no one was hurt, and the I-beam was resting on the floor, harmless now that it wasn't in motion. Despite her aborted effort, she knew she had nothing to do with it and she looked up to the ceiling, trying to figure out just what had happened. There was no way that thing wouldn't have smacked right into her, given the angle it had come from and where it had landed, but she hadn't felt it at all.

Julie squinted, wiping water, tears and hair out of her eyes. Even through the haze, even with her eyes still burning and watering from the lingering smoke, she could see...something. Was there someone in the rafters...?

Whoever it was, however he (or she) had even gotten there, it was no safer up there than it was down on the ground. Loose wires and cables lashed around the sprinkler slick girders, sparks popping dramatically from flickering, overhead spotlights. Whoever was up there was doing his (or her) level best to shimmy back on down but it would have been a precarious climb even on a good day. Today was the exact opposite of a good day. In fact, it was so much worse. Normal bad days didn't have people getting caught on fire at a school dance, for starters.

Letting out what felt like a longest breath of her life, Julie lowered her arms, forcing herself to calm down enough to stop projecting. Feet back on the floor, she ran forward to where the person—who was probably a girl, given the dress—was climbing down, looking up again in case she lost her footing or fell. The ceiling was high, probably a good forty or fifty feet, and although Julie knew, she knew, that she could easily catch her if she fell, there was no possible way she could do it without anyone noticing. Especially with the small, but still gathering crowd who was doing the exact same thing she was, standing up with their heads canted back to look up at the crazy person who decided to climb the rafters as the world fell down all around them. There were enough people there now, many of whom were even raising up their arms, to break the girl's fall, though she seemed to have her descent well enough in hand.

It was a tense few minutes. Breaths held, almost audibly so. Eventually the girl managed to get most of the way down, low enough now to safely drop without hurting herself. Julie pushed forward to help the girl down to the floor, the clunky combat boots thunking on shellacked wood giving away her identity even before she saw her injured face.

"Kitty, you're—"

Kitty cut her off, far too blithely than was normal even for the at times oddly nonsequitous brunette. Julie quickly looked her over, hands hovering now that she could see just how badly hurt the other girl actually was. Her arm didn't look right, the joint bulging and limb hanging, loose and ragdoll limp. Blood wept sluggishly from a coil of abraded skin snaking around the same arm and a matching gash cut across her face, hopefully not deep enough to scar. Aside from the already darkening bruises and other obvious wounds, Kitty was much paler than she usually was—all spilt ink on college rule—which Julie didn't think was even possible.

Julie looked around at Kitty's questions, nervously biting her lip. It was still too chaotic to tell what was going on, and the only name she even recognised was Taryn's. "I don't know, I think I see Taryn, but..."

Whoever the others were, Teresa and Laura, Kitty clearly had no intent of waiting on anyone to answer. She barely looked like she could even stand on her own but she still tried to push her way through the stunned crowd, though her movements appeared unnaturally stiff and weak, before ultimately failing. Julie leaned forward to catch her before she could face-plant into the floor, oofing slightly and bracing her knees to keep from falling along with her. Kitty didn't really weigh much but it was still unexpected, and limp bodies were awkward to hold onto.
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