[identity profile] 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?"
[identity profile] 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.”
[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com
The date to the Museum of Natural History had gone well. Very well. So well that Alex had had to force himself to stop whistling on his way back home.

Today, however, was not starting well at all. First, Lorna had had to beg off their hiking date due to what she described as "family arrangements," but he thought he'd go rock climbing instead. Anything to get away from ... everything. Only then, as he was getting ready to leave, he'd been informed by one of the servants that an artificial climbing wall had been provided for him in the gardens. Dammit. They couldn't let him have any fun, could they?

He was careful to keep that petulant feeling foremost in his mind as he began his climb. Being the sulky younger son was preferable to being anything else, and once the climb began, he could concentrate on safe resentments, such as disdainfully comparing the artificial surface to the feel of real rock, or the lack of challenge in using the provided hand- and footholds, as opposed to having to make his own. Not to mention the wall was only 40 feet high. Ha.

Yes, far better to resent those little things, he didn't tell himself as he rappelled back down the stupid fake wall. At least the sweat and the ache in his muscles was still real.
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
It's been said there are eight million stories in the Big Apple. Modern New Yorkers scorn this as an underestimate, though the more cynical ones will hold forth on the topic of how many stories are the same old, same old. Others will argue that every story is different, because New York makes them so. This surging, seething city: the hot spot of the American melting pot, where so many first set foot on American shores, where so many come seeking fame and fortune, where so many find only disappointment or despair or even death, where a few manage to hitch their dreams to that morning star.

"Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display," said Jerry Rubin. All the world may be a stage, and all the men and women merely players, but who plays what? Who gets the leading role, and who will forever be stuck in the chorus line? Who will remain a stage-door Johnny, and who will be able to move from lead actor to director ... or the even more powerful position of producer?

Cast, crew, backers, and audience ... each one brings their own meaning to that granite beehive where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar.

New York City. Center of the universe.

If you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere.

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