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exiles-extras.livejournal.com

The enormous vessel has entered Earth's solar system - seemingly oblivious to all broadcast entreaties, it inexorably closes the distance to Earth. So insignificant to the ship's master are the beings of Earth that only the most perfunctory of the ship's defenses have been activated.

certaindoom.livejournal.com

Colonel Parker's crew of fools has been subjugated, and now Doom strides through the corridors, leading this motley assortment of fodder and strategically concealing the group from prying security eyes.

"Grimm," Doom says, in a condescending tone. "Do you have an adequate craft, or shall I summon my own?"

agentof.livejournal.com

The entry door of the hallway to Doom's cell slides open - revealing a very triumphant-looking Colonel Peter Parker, accompanied by ten agents in SHIELD garb - some of whom are entering by crawling on the ceiling or the walls.

Parker smiles. "I got you this time, Grimm. Richards and the council won't stand for this.."

He looks to his soldiers.

"Thompson, you take the pale metamorph - use the stunners. Hardy - get on Doom before he gets his bearings. Drew, on their 'Spider-Man'. The rest of you, pick opponents, take them down. Teamwork, people.."

Colonel Parker fixes his gaze on Sarah.

"I'll take the bulletproof one."

agentof.livejournal.com

It is said that the level of civilization in a society can be judged by how it treats its prisoners, and in the Science Council's utopia, that seems to be very well, indeed. The common prisons are clean, efficient places focusing on rehabilitation - low recidivism rates and humane conditions.

There is a special facility, though - designed for holding the most dangerous, incorrigible prisoners. Those with the highest risk of escape. The Vault is a highly-secure facility, staffed by semi-intelligent androids - programmed to maintain the facility and meet the prisoners' needs. Except, of course, the need for human contact.

General Grimm's clearance is faultless, and opens the automated doors without hesitation, revealing the row of reinforced doors that house the few prisoners deemed dangerous enough to place here.

proteus-maximus.livejournal.com

Morph leads the way down through the Baxter Building, towards temporary quarters that have been prepared for the Exiles.

"Nice fellows, but that could've gone better. I mean, the only girls in there besides the ones we brought with us were Parker's goons. Also, I don't think they were convinced. That's probably important too."

doc-richards.livejournal.com

The Baxter Building appears to have become the seat of the World Government - the top several floors are reserved as living quarters, laboratories, and meeting space for the Science Council that governs, with the affirmed consent of the people.

SHIELD fliers bring the Exiles to the top of the building in the light of day - the city of New York shining and clean below. President Reed Richards waits on the roof to greet them, dressed in plain business attire, along with a labcoat.

"Ben! Peter! So glad you could make it. I'm very eager to meet our guests - this is the first time we've had a whole group of transdimensional visitors."

exiles-extras.livejournal.com

Another world, another dollar - the Exiles are enjoying a practical vacation one minute, and the next, they're being unceremoniously dumped in what appears to be Central Park. The New York skyline is visible all around, in the dim twilight - but it's taller, and shinier, than most would remember.

On a closer look, lines of hovercars flit in an orderly fashion around the building as workers return to their homes after a long day on the job.

The park, at least, is relatively untouched by the high-technology surroundings.

marvel-citizens.livejournal.com

It's an hour into the movie. Angelina Jolie runs from a giant boulder chasing her down a cooridor in homage to another great cinematic forray into archaeological cheese.

The dark theater is packed. The crowd hisses and boos at the traps springing up at the heroine's feet. Gretchen stares straight ahead, her gaze not slipping one inch to the side. Her eyes are on the screen, but her entire attention is on her arm. It's resting right alongside Sarah's on the padded armrest.

Swallowing hard, not daring to look, she nervously ventures a pinky over to touch Sarah's. It's an accident. Really. Honest.

Unless Sarah touches her back. Then it was totally on purpose.

house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com

The carnage in the hotel ballroom disappears in a gut wrenching wave of nausea and blurryness. When she can see again, she's on her knees, surrounded by her fellow Exiles.

Raven braces herself for the worst. Zombies roaming the streets, the sun blotted out by swarms of locusts, a world where every restaurant is non-smoking. She opens her eyes and sees...a suburban strip mall.

A Best Buy anchors one end. The other end is held down by a Dick's Sporting Goods. In between, there are a couple of ethnic restaurants, some clothing stores, and, to her immense relief, a Cox Smoker's Outlet.

uneasy-rider.livejournal.com

It has come down to the moment. Scores of mutants, mundanes, and power-mad people living in between them are scattered across the once grand ballroom of the hotel. A day of peace and reconciliation has been revealed to be a lie and the Exiles are caught up in the riptide of violence.

At least one man's sins are being revisited upon him from an unearthly stare.

"Tell us all about your sins in the world, Professor!" The woman is undeterred by the people Xavier has put in her way. "How does it feel?"

lehnsherr-erik.livejournal.com

Just moments before they had been toasting the joining of two families to create peace. Now things have fallen into chaos with fights breaking out and a motorcycle bearing a rider wreathed in flames crashing through the window.

This is exactly what was not supposed to happen, looks like Ramon will be losing a paycheck and if anyone loses a life maybe a lot more.

Erik has stayed back from the fighting to watch the patterns for the most part. A nudge of power here and there to protect people while he and the others are encouraging normal citizens to flee to area so this can be taken care of.

Scott Summers is somewhere fighting based on the flash and sound of his optic blasts firing.

There is so much going on that it's understandable he didn't notice at first. Several hundred magnetic signatures are hard to sift through even for him but there is one missing that should be there.

"Lorna!" He looks around to confirm visually what he already knows. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?"

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lehnsherr-erik.livejournal.com

Erik has become very adept over the years at reading the currents of social events. This is something that took him a long time but he has slowly overcome his tendencies to dominate the room and become the force of the movements. Now he reads that the party has come to a natural pause and steps towards the front of the room to the stage. Someone nearby taps their fork against one of the champagne glasses and the pure crystal tone rings out in the room gathering everyone's attention.

"Greetings and welcome to all and thank you for coming. Today we celebrate the upcoming union of my daughter Lorna to her intended Alex Summers. It is our fondest wish today that you enjoy the festivities and become involved in every facet of the celebration so that you may share with us the happiness that we feel on this day." Most of his accent has been trained out over the years leaving him with a mellow tone that is almost musical to listen to. Today emotions are a little higher and along with his slightly unusual speech manner there is an audible hint of his beginnings in his voice.

"Lorna was a gift I never thought to receive after the blessings that I had already had in my life. From the first time she was laid in my arms she has always been a constant source of joy in my life. She is the child that I have been able to be near and raise from the moment she was born and I believe that her siblings and I have always felt incredibly lucky to have her with us.

She has always been our interpreter to the modern world in a way. Her ability to move through this world and understand all it’s interpretations through eyes untouched by war has been something very helpful to our family.

I am more proud of her than I could ever express to you.

I welcome her soon to be husband to our family and hope that he will be as much a teacher to us as Lorna. From this day on their new life together will evolve from a fresh beginning. During each day they will strive to grow and adjust to each other and establish a foundation for the home that is their marriage.”

He raises the pure crystal champagne glass he has held in his hand to Lorna and Alex with a smile slightly tinged with sadness. He would never express it in public but there is a feeling he wishes she could have a marriage of her own making as he had with Magda, but as that is never to be he will never let anyone else know of his wish.

“Join me in toasting Lorna and Alex and wish them a life of love, health and happiness.”

rogue-starsr.livejournal.com

Sarah has returned to the hotel room with a freshly bought notebook and pens. As annoying as writing with one hand is, she's doing her best to piece what they know together and make some sense of it all.
Fighting giant robots in an endless guerilla war? Sure.
Take on the insane sorceror supreme of some insane dimension? Great.
Fight a vampire queen over a savaged landscape? Can do.
Battle not one, but two of the Hulk's most powerful incarnations? Best not repeated, but done without hesitation.

Play amateur detective? She's way out of her depth.

She's jotted down that she knows Peter was on the mob beat.
She notes that he was roughed up badly, literally beaten to death... that takes some doing.
She notes what she knows of the Lensherrs and Summers -
Lensherrs: conservative. Absorbed the Inhumans media empire. Known members - Magneto, Quicksilver, Crystal... presumably Polaris and/or Scarlet Witch. Alleged Mobsters with great lawyers.
Summers: aggressive business people. Very different style than Lensherrs. High tech profile. Known members - presumably Cyclops and Havok. Others?

After that she starts drawing a blank. Her notes getting a little more haphazard.

Families considering a merger. Mention of other parties who might be opposed to the deal?
Who else is involved?
Major figures in other worlds... Xavier, Forge, Angel, Storm, Jean Grey?
Any remaining Inhumans?

Then she tosses it onto the table, glancing at it in frustration now and then.

"Which brings me no closer to any fatal loins or Peter's killer." she sighs.

rogue-starsr.livejournal.com

She's not used to spending so much time lying about, but her options are limited. After sleeping as much as she can manage, she finally gets around to picking up the paper, and seeing if she can find anything that might help the others, though she's fairly sure by now that they're well ahead of her. Still, there might be something to be found between the New York Times and the Daily Bugle.

house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com

Raven perches on the edge of a stool, fascinated by a local newspaper. It's like something out of another era. There's no AP wire, no Reuters. The local news section is the thickest part of the paper. New York is a big town, but the paper is full of small detials: local middleweight boxing matches, the Shriners hosting a benefit circus, a Catholic church potluck, the death of a dockworker's union boss.

She keeps an eye on the front desk. People checking in, checking out, asking for directions. Finally the little crowd dies down. Before the clerk takes a breather, she slides up to the marble desk.

"Excuse me." Her voice isn't quite a whisper. "But where can I find a discrete doctor?"

spidey2099.livejournal.com

It's a hell of a place.

They have seven suites on the top floor. The ritziest kind of opulent glamour of the era. Everything's comfortable, everything's stylized, and everyone gets their own hot showers.

Thanks to one guy getting sick of a neverending journey through crap.

"Here we are, kids. Try not to damage the upholstery. And if anyone's around, my name is Tyler Stone."

His throat constricts and tastes of vomit just for saying that.

"You're welcome."

hulksmashed.livejournal.com

A battered, broken Victor Von Doom shimmers into view above the final conflict. Flanking him are his wartime allies - a maskless, barely-conscious future Spider-Man, a naked young brunette woman clutching a makeshift knapsack full of equipment as well as her gun, a dazed Wolverine with lifeless, dangling arms and a gleaming metallic mutant currently possessed and controlled by Nocturne of the Exiles.

They arrive just in time to see and hear the second spectacular impact. Another Ultimate Strike - the most devastating blow that a wielder of Mjolnir can deliver. A thundering blow that echoes for miles.

The Maestro, his skin and hair having been burned off by the initial blast of magic and lightning, has not had time to fully heal before the second strike explodes around him once more, lighting every inch of his skin and exposed musculature on fire - and this time, eliciting a true scream of pain from his throat.

The wielder has been Sarah, the Crusader, who has collapsed after the second toss, her arms scalded and scorched from the effort - being tended to by the native Avenger calling himself Patriot.

The carnage that once called itself the Hulkbusters is strewn about the battlefield. One small man remains, futile in his attempts to revive Leonard Samson. Bruce Banner knows this display of power won't kill the Jade Giant. It will just make him all the angrier once he's healed.

Hulk get mad... Hulk get strong.

hulksmashed.livejournal.com

It figures, a megalomaniacal freakshow like the Mad Thinker would set up shop beneath an actual landmark. Thankfully, it's not really a high priority to actually save the bastard's life.

The Hulkbusters arrive under cover of a darkening sky, carrying with them some extradimensional castoffs. They have an elaborate siphoning system prepared that they hope to be able to set up, to stall the Maestro long enough to incapacitate him, and with any luck, kill him.

Banner knows this is really just a delay tactic, to give the secret team time to work their espionage and destroy the machine crucial to Maestro's plan. Far too much to hope that they could engineer a way to reverse it.

Their aircraft approaches the mountain cautiously.

The smoldering remains of Roosevelt's face is not a good sign.

hulksmashed.livejournal.com

The Hulkbusters have evaded Walker's team of jackbooted supers and found their way to Patriot's secret base. With a bit of help from Logan, who's technically still on their roster.

How long they've been waiting for the team to return from the disaster at the Baxter is anyone's guess.

When the team finally returns, though, they're not welcomed very warmly.

"Took you long enough," Banner snaps.

doc-richards.livejournal.com

Reed Richards paces through his laboratory on the upper floors of the Baxter Building - stopping at each experiment to make sure they are operating within appropriate parameters, checking the readouts to interpret results, adjusting the antimatter containment fields.

The quiet hum of the machinery filling the room is interrupted by the klaxon of the building's security alarms. Before he can even stretch to the security monitors, a section of the roof caves in.

An outstretched limb grabs a blaster pistol kept nearby in the event of attack, as he peers into the cloud of dust.

"We prefer our visitors to register at the front desk.."

Current Mood: calm

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Galactus's World-Ship

Escape velocity.

Colonel Parker and His Crawling Commandos!

Riker's Island Metapenitentiary - AKA 'The Vault'

After the Council

The Science Council

Pax Terra

Tomb Raider III

Suspiciously Quiet

Heaven and Hell in an Old Gray City

Watch, I can flash across the sky a lightning bolt from up on high

The engagement party - toast to the future

No Good at this Detective Thing

Catching up on the Times

House Call

The Hotel Wundagore

The Crescendo.

Mount Rushmore.

Avengers Headquarters

Science's Pursuit

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