Message

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique bites her lip hard and then reaches for her cell, calling the number that was Angelus'.

When she gets voice mail, she says, "This is Mystique. What the hell is happening? Are you all right? Call me back when you can." She leaves her number before hanging up.

She calls back a few minutes later to leave a second message.

"And Angelus? I want to know why she's dead. And it had better be an amazingly good reason, you hear me?" This time her tone is very clearly pissed.

Unable to sleep

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique has the door to her room open so she can hear the activity in the hall. She has her back to the wall away from the door and window. Her laptop is on her lap, and she's typing rapidly. She seems to have most of her attention on the screen, but appearances deceive.

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[chasingangela]

It's still a little early to visit the clinic again, but Angela is up anyhow.

Something about the whole weekend is stopping her from sleeping.

She's curled up on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy yellow blanket. She's watching old Bugs Bunny cartoons and trying to fight a strange craving for toast.

Room 318

[teenaged-twin.livejournal.com]

There's a fair amount of noise coming from behind the door. Like somebody's trying to rearrange all the furniture in there.

Feel free to complain about the racket.

Saturday Night - in the woods

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It had been a busy day. First, he'd found Tex bruised and battered in town and helped her out. Then there was the festival. And now? Well, now Kawalsky and Bridge and anyone else who decides to join in were out in the woods behind the school. Technically they should have been inside, nice and comfortable in their dorms. Instead they were out trudging around in the woods because Bridge had seen a giraffe.

Yes, a giraffe. Or so he said.

Kawalsky really had nothing better to do, so here they were, out in the woods on the trail of a mysterious giraffe.

"What are we gonna do if we *catch* this giraffe? I don't even know what giraffes eat."


[OOC: What? We're giraffe hunting. Come play if you're bored and would actually, y'know, be likely to be out there with the boys.]

[edit: this thread is now closed for interaction because our intrepid heroes have gone home.]