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Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 12:22 AM (567 Views)
Meggan
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Date: May 21st
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With every step she took, it felt as if she was leaving her ribcage and lungs half a step behind her. Pausing for a minute, Meggan used her free left hand to pull the neck of her shirt to her mouth and she coughed. Feeling little better, she carried on, careful not to spill any of the contents of the jug she carried. It hadn’t been easy in Utopia recently, but now…

Under one of the shady trees was a cluster of children, some of Rahne’s class, now under the supervision of Spitfire. Stopping a few feet from the group, she watched as the young woman finished telling the group a story, waiting with the water. When the other blonde had done, the young gypsy cleared her throat.

“I brought some more water out,” she stated with a slightly nervous smile. It felt odd to be smiling at such a time, but it felt like bad manners to not even try.

Turning her head, Jac saw the fey girl and gave her a weak smile in return. While the speedster knew she was hardly a picture of health herself, the young fey girl was hardly looking well either. But she was trying her best to help, much like everyone else who was in Utopia…Havok had sent her here with Joseph to be safe from the Brotherhood and now they seemed to be in even more danger.

“Thanks,” she said and stood in a blink, relieving the girl of the jug. Distributing the water amongst the kids, she watched sadly. Some had fallen sicker than others and were still inside, but she had brought the rest out here to try and take their minds off of things. “Drink up, everyone.”

Pouring two last cups, the speedster passed one to Meggan before rapidly swallowing hers, pulling a face. Her vision clouded briefly and swaying, Jac pressed a hand to her forehead.

Biting down on the rim of her cup, the gypsy watched Spitfire and gave a small frown. “Are you feeling alright? Well…um,” pausing awkwardly, Meggan sipped her water.

“It’s alright. I’ll be fine, though. Don’t worry about it,” in truth Jac felt a little guilty about shrugging off the concern but with all the kids close by, she didn’t really want to say anything that might cause upset; they were going through enough right now. It was funny, really. Havok had sent her here with Joseph, so the boy might be safe and now…maybe it was more dangerous here than it had been on the run.

“Maybe you should sit down some more,” Meggan gently suggested and finished her drink, fidgeting with the cup. A little way away, there was a quiet clattering and series of coughs and snuffles as the children finished their water and began to get restless, despite their varying degrees of weakness. Kids were like that. Thankfully, one of the infirmary staff came into view, looking no less ill than everyone else. He nodded to her and Jac returned the gesture; time for the kids to go back in.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Jac felt another wave of weakness and gritting her teeth, she looked to the kids. “Okay, inside now. It’s getting too hot out here and you all need sleep and food. I’ll see you all when you get up from your nap.”

Pointing to the door, Jac watched as they started to trail inwards, shepherded in by the man come to collect them. As a couple of them past, they hugged Jac briefly and more stopped to greet Meggan, who hugged them all back and waved them inside. Being a gypsy, family meant everything and although she had spent much of her time indoors, the shapeshifter had still been raised with the qualities and instincts installed into many Romanichal girls.

As the door swung shut, she cast her blue eyes to Spitfire. “It will be alright you know,” her words were quiet but resolute. “They always are.”

Leaning down, Spitfire started to clear up the detritus left by her little group. As the fey girl spoke, a funny feeling went plummeting through her stomach. Shrugging, she looked up at her and raised a brow. Meggan shrugged back and sneezed several times, composing herself before she spoke.

“It always is. That’s just the way things are with us. We get hurt and people might hate us and try and make us go away but…why should we? I’m a gypsy, so I know what it’s like to be moved on when you can’t stay where you were living anymore, but you can’t destroy the soul of a place or the spirit and…well the X-men spirit is to never give up, you know.”

For some reason, Jac almost laughed. It was that nervous sort of laughter that was always released in the most inappropriate moments rather than anything that the other girl had said or done; she believed the gypsy utterly. Surviving seemed to just be what they did. Looking back at what she was doing, the Acolyte noticed a patch of what she thought was dirt on the back of her hand. Wiping it on her shorts, Jac looked again and saw that the skin was simply red. The uncomfortable feeling spread within her and shivering, the speedster jumped up.

“So…Yesterday, huh,” Jac stuffed the offending hand in her pocket and sniffed. “God and I felt bad after that fight…” she really did feel like shit. God, what she wouldn't give for a bottle of lucozade and a bag of red grapes.

“Most people feel bad after fights, I thought,” Meggan quipped, coughing again and put a hand on her side. “So really, I don’t know why I feel so horrible as I just helped people into the shelter…I can’t remember feeling so bad before.”

Reaching out with her good hand, Spitfire patted the girl on the shoulder. “I think here is where I tell you that it’ll be alright, eh?” giving the shoulder a squeeze, she tried to give a bright smile, hoping that things really would be alright.
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Psilord
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Franklin Richards remembered going to hell once when he was very little. He was kidnapped or trapped, something. He couldn't remember the particulars, and he couldn't entirely recall how he was saved, but he remembered, even as a very little boy, the dead certainty that his father would come for him and save him. Funny that. He couldn't remember his father's name or face, but he remembered that one strange, impossible moment that his Dad would do something fantastic. There was that feeling now, in a way, but there was still a terrible sense of futility. He was certain that the X-Men would figure their way out of this but for the life of him he couldn't guess how.

Of course, there was always the potential he held within him, him and Rachel. If they could tap into it, they could solve all the problem, they could fix everything...

... or possibly lose it all.

If he or Rachel lost themselves to their powers or to the brood, the world was lost, so entirely lost. What an arrogant way to think, that he was so important and powerful that the fate of the world could be won or lost based on just him. Franklin understood though that he was here for something amazing, here for some purpose, and whatever it was, it was something.

His heart was heavy with purpose, and his head was heavy with thoughts that he didn't entirely understand. And, perhaps he should have been paying attention, because suddenly he was blundering right in the middle of a herd of sneezy, sweaty, snotty group of waist high rugrats. Two girls were peeling off from the group, the speedster and another girl that Franklin had seen but not really spoken much too. He looked over at them sheepishly and said, "I suddenly feel very tall. Maybe I should join the elementary class just for the ego boost."

Wandering over to them, he said, "What's the topic of the day?"

As if he didn't know.
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Just a matter of time... he glanced at Derek from the corner of his eye as they walked. He'd admitted that Derek was right, but they'd left it at that. Now wasn't the time. It was enough for now that they were speaking again. Might not be the time to let personal things to take precedence but it definitely wasn't a good time to leave things hanging in uncertainty. He didn't want to think the worst but he couldn't leave things as they had been when something like this was going on.

It was difficult to see everyone's health falling apart, knowing what it meant. The regen's body fought it off better than most, but... he knew that it was only a matter of time until the symptoms began to affect him as well. It had taken those with healing factors already. It was just a matter of time, just how much time was the question. How much time they had to fix things, and what to do with the time remaining. They weren't the types to just accept their fates. He wasn't the type to sit by while others were suffering, particularly when he was still feeling well.

He was just a little tired and he could sleep when it was over. If he didn't do everything he could possibly do, well, he might be the last of them to turn in the end. He couldn't bear that. He couldn't help but feel responsible. He had been, he still was, supposed to be security. How he was supposed to prevent this he couldn't imagine even now with hindsight. All he knew was that, Derek was right to be so damned suspicious before. He should have been. He should have - but what good would it have done? He was sure that was a thought many were having, what they could have done differently for this not to be happening.

A waste of thought and energy now though, wasn't it? The problem now wasn't to prevent what had already happened or to place blame, it was to keep them safe from those who had already changed and to find a way to reverse it. And to treat the symptoms as they came...

They look terrible, he thought, a flash of concern in his eyes when he saw Jac and Meggan. The Speedster had been taking care of the children, when she looked like she shouldn't be out of bed. The man from the infirmary who had led the children inside looked like he ought to be in the infirmary himself. The sick taking care of the sick because there was no one else.

He changed his path so instead of going past them by several yards he came to a stop a few feet away. He smiled at them in a reassuring way, feeling almost guilty that he wasn't able to get sick. He didn't realize he wasn't looking great himself now, in the form of pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. "H... hi," he hadn't actually spoken much to Jac, or even to Meggan recently as he hadn't talked to anyone much recently outside of 'work'. He'd almost asked how they were, but that wasn't the best of questions right now. Everyone felt like hell.

"I haven't said this yet, but you're doing great with the kids. It means a lot..." he said to Jac, and the younger girl as well for her work when she was feeling so under the weather. The worst of all of this was that once again they couldn't protect them. Seeing them sick and weak wasn't as bad as seeing the broken little bodies half buried in the rubble, but it brought back the memories sharply. And in return there was a flood of determination. It wouldn't happen this time. "If there's anything you need let me know." He wouldn't mind helping out for the kids, for that matter. Now they were all on alert there were plenty interested in keeping watch for danger... less that were happy about looking after sniffly, scared, sickly kids.
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Derek Addams
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Derek followed his boyfriend in sullen silence. It had been their first real fight. Not one thrown with fists, but with words and suspicion. Given Kel's ability along with his own, they both knew that any physical fight they could have gotten into would have been shrugged off as soon as the bruises healed or were accepted as a new "trophy". This was different. It was a matter of wounded trust.

He thought he was doing the right thing as an X-Man. The enemy they had been dealing with was one that could manipulate it's form and copy their memories to resemble anyone that could be lying in wait and spying on every last one of them. Then there was the Brood... which infected someone who had one of the strongest healing factor's in the base...

Sarah... God... Sarah... can we...? Rahne... Kevin... Jack...

Stop...

There wasn't time... He didn't have time to get depressed or angry about this sucker-punch. He had to believe that there was a way to save them. With Scott, Jean, Hank... even that A.I... there HAD to be a way. Their plan would work. He needed to believe that more than anything. They'd managed to get himself and all the other converts back from the thrall of Apocalypse, so if anyone could reverse what had happened from the Brood, it was them.

He glanced at Kel as he kept walking. The two of them hadn't really been on speaking terms since that night in the security office.

As a boyfriend, he thought, he'd failed.

Every relationship was based on trust. Kel never acted any different up to that day, but with the Skrull being able to mimic even the basest conversations to perfection, he had to do his own investigating.

And found nothing to report that wasn't already known before his boyfriend discovered him. From that moment, he was in the doghouse.

From there, the words spoken between them had been terse and few.

A wrenching sneeze made him cover his mouth and broke him free of that downward spiral, bringing his head back to the matter at hand. He rubbed his chest as he sniffled a bit. They were patrolling. Alien invasions notwithstanding, they needed to make sure that everyone in the base was okay, or, as well as they could be. He wiped the bit of red from his nose on his pants as he silently kept the pace, feeling a familiar sting across his forehead as Kel checked with the women... and the man. Wait... man? He's not even 18, yet, is he?

He pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted his eyes shut as they approached the two...

The two...? Or was it three? There are more... they're here...

He shoved it down before he opened his eyes again, the headache beginning to subside. "You guys holdin' up okay?" He did his best to smile at them, try to keep up his cheerful facade, but the throbbing in his head made it obvious that he was running on fumes.

Even if they didn't know him well enough to catch that, the shift of color in his eyes would have told them...

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Kim pushed the few strands of hair that’d fallen in her eyes back behind her ear. She’d come outside for some fresh air – and though the air was clammy in the midday sun it was preferable to being inside with only the sounds of coughs and splutters had started to make her feel queasy.

She’d tried to hide her own symptoms as best she could: it’d started with a sore throat which was easily hidden, but as the days had gone on she’d felt as though gripped by a cold. She could taste the sickness in her mouth that’d refused to shift no matter how many times she’d cleaned her teeth or swilled out with mouthwash and she’d felt alternately hot and cold yet shivering regardless. Every muscle seemed to ache and it was with extreme effort that she’d made it outside at all.

Now outside she could see that some others had had a similar idea: a group of the younger children were beginning to be ushered inside, but still a few of the older students milled about. Making friends wasn’t something that’d come easy to Kim, and being surrounded by so many people was certainly overwhelming at first but, at least within a few weeks of their arrival a mishap with her suit at a practice session had earned her the nickname ‘Pulse’ from the other kids, and after that, the barriers that she’d built up over the years to protect herself had slowly been brought down brick by brick.

Seeing a few faces she recognised huddled together she decided to be brave and stepped over, hanging a little on the outside of the group as she listened to their conversation. Kim had struggled to understand what was going on - talk of aliens and infections seemed like craziness, but looking around her at the diverse mix of mutants with powers that she couldn’t have dreamed of a year ago, suddenly it didn’t seem quite so crazy after all.

She shrugged as Derek spoke, her voice croaky and hoarse in reply to his question, “I’ve felt better.” Kim tried to smile, although it was painful with her lips so cracked and raw. The longer this went on and the more people they’d seen succumb to the sickness, the harder it became to keep the faith that sometime they’d find a way of stopping this. And Kim felt her hope erode along with her strength at each wheezed breath. “I thought I was fit… I feel as if I’m about eighty.”
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The Savage Lands were once again a cause for concern for those taking refuge in its jungle. Despite the threat of the Skrulls and the inate issues pulling from that, they now were dealing with this sickness and transformation. It was a curse from the depths of the underworld. Two of her close friends were taken by it already and the plague was pulling now at the seams of everyone else. It was clever, smart, capable of manipulating around their powers just as it had Sarah's.

Her skin wasn't naturally heated with these cold symptoms taking control over her and so many others. She walked outside, refraining to comment even to herself on the condition of those that she passed. There were changes appearing all around. Blotches in skin was the least of their changes yet.

This wasn't the first time she or Dani had checked in with Rahne's students. She was concerned out of more than just the obligation to her friends, though she wasn't sure if that was supposed to be her role in things. Amara had always been caring for those around her. They were working on a cure so all she could do was what she always did. Manage the illness and do what was needed. She was just thankful that the others had managed to stop Marrow before she had turned more of them into one of those creatures.

How did one react to this situation? The changes, she'd noticed, was a topic most wanted to avoid. Perhaps because it made some people uncomfortable, she felt strange not speaking about it.

"I feel like i've been hit by a large moving automobile. Though it is reassuring to not be alone in this. And you, Derek?"
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The two girls looked up as Franklin approached and they both gave him a smile. Jac grinned especially at his height comment. “So you’ve found out my real reason for teaching, though I swear some of them aren’t that far off suddenly overtaking me.”

“Can’t say I’ve ever really had such problems,” Meggan’s smile normally lit up her whole face, but even she was showing the cracks and strains of the sickness and indeed the whole situation. “I can always just make myself as tall or as small as I please…though I’ve never wanted to be a silly height, like six foot eight or anything like that.”

Spitfire intended to give a small laugh at the gypsy’s words, but it came out as a cough instead and rubbing the back of her neck, the speedster concentrated upon Franklin once more, peering at him carefully. “How are you holding up anyway?”

It seemed they were attracting a gathering and Meggan took a few steps away from Jac to open things up a little as Kel approached and she gave the man a welcoming smile. “Hey Kel,” she hadn’t seen him very much recently, so even with things the way they were, it was good to see him, properly anyway. It was good to see anyone because if they were standing up then that meant they weren’t horribly ill…or so she hoped anyway.

“What? Oh…No, don’t mention it,” Jac suddenly felt embarrassed at the thanks. “I just think it’s important to give them all some normality y’know, especially now.”

Meggan looked to Derek as he too joined them and gave him her smile that while still cheerful was starting to grow tired. Maybe she’d have a long nap later, a very long one. “As well as can be expected, I don’t know if I feel eighty though,” the fey blonde commented to Kim. “I do rather feel like someone very large has stepped on me or something like that.”

“I just feel hungry,” the speedster Acolyte confessed, passing a hand over her stomach as if in demonstration, suddenly becoming conscious it was the one with the patchy skin on it and quickly, the girl put it back in her pocket. “Even before I developed my speed I had a big appetite and when I get sick, like colds, flu, I just always want to eat everything. I guess it’s my body trying to fight off the infection. God I miss fish and chips. And Yorkshire puddings and I could seriously just eat a big plate of roast potatoes…Why do I do this to myself,” Jac mumbled, shaking her head and squeezing her blue eyes shut. “Must be a form of self-torture or something.”

“Hey Amara,” Meggan’s smile perked up, flaring like a candle flame before it dimmed a little once more. She really was tired, otherwise she would have gone and given the woman a hug. “I think there’s a little bit of water left in the jug, if anyone would like a cup of it,” she proffered, although if there wasn’t enough then she really wouldn’t mind going to fetch some more. It was very important to drink lots of fluids when you were sick after all.

Looking around at the group with her quick eyes, Jac shifted from one foot to the other restlessly. She had allowed herself to come here for Joseph’s sake, so that he would be safe and now…Well, she had really gone and messed that one up and dropped them into some messed up, Jurassic Park meets Aliens mess. God, if anyone else…The thought made her heave a little and she glared sullenly at her water cup. At this rate, Magneto wouldn’t even need to finish her off.

Glancing sideways at Jac, Meggan could feel the shift in the speedster’s moods, as she could feel everyone’s mood. Empathy was rather horrible like that, even if you were rather more practised at shielding than when you were younger. The corners of her mouth twitched up. “I know. What would you all like to do, once everything is alright again and we can get to the outside world once more?” optimism…if she could thrive on it as an empath, even with everyone else unhappy, then why couldn’t other people? It was worth a try anyway.
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Others began to join, some he was familiar with, others who had just been faces in the halls. Franklin realized now how isolated he had really been, spending more of his time with Rachel alone. It was strange though, because these people would be old by the time he met them when they were supposed to be met... Well, not old maybe, but older, and what did that really give him in common with them. He didn't remember all of the future, and Jean had theorized that it was because he had subconsciously blocked it off to prevent worrisome butterfly effect. But really, he did know that things, to him, seemed slightly old fashioned and improperly built. He had thought it was because of the primitive nature of their present home, but that wasn't the case was it?

That had the polarizing effect of making him a little withdrawn from large groups because he didn't want to risk the damaging that could occur if he was careless, or ignorant of his powers.

Which was probably the reason that the girls who joined their group only addressed Derek and Derek's question. Jac and Meggan spoke to him though and the others, joking a little about height. Franklin smiled and said, "I say you spend a whole day nine feet tall. You never know. You might like it." But then Jac started getting serious a little, and one thing of what she said actually made him smile. Her description of how hungry she was, and what she wanted to eat.

"Now this is something I can do," he said, looking around at the others. "We're stuck here right? About to turn into scary monsters and/or be killed and we have to be stuck eating papayas and dinosaur steaks? Maybe this isn't a proper use of my powers, but I'm going to suggest that maybe right now it doesn't matter." Looking around at everyone, their sick pallor, disturbing eyes, mottled skin, Franklin said, "You might want to stand back though. I'm still not super clear on all this."

He closed his eyes and exercised that power that he needed right now, that ability to reweave the fabric of reality. He searched the possibilities of all that was and all that could be, and reached out to pluck what it was he wanted. Suddenly before them, not as if it had popped in, but as if it was always there and they simply hadn't noticed it, there was a large banquet table, piled high with their favorite foods on it, everything Jac had mentioned and more. A feast that would feed them all forever if they wanted, but wouldn't because that would be gluttony.

"Bon appetite, my friends and family," Franklin said, popping a handful of cherries in his mouth. He spit out the seeds to the side with a shrug, "Hmmm, probably could have ripened a little more. I really need to figure this all out better."

"What would you all like to do, once everything is alright again and we can get to the outside world once more?” Meggan asked, probably to try and lighten the mood, since, it was phrased so positively, one of the best things about the young girl.

"I want to find out who I am," Franklin said with a shrug, "Who are my parents? I mean, who will they be? I have some hazy memories of my dad, but very few of my mom. I think maybe that she's dead and I shouldn't try to look for her... I mean... what if she doesn't like me and decides not to have kids? Can I paradox myself out of existence?"
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"Hey Meggan," Kel replied affectionately. It was difficult not to like the girl. Just like it was difficult to stay in a terrible mood around her, knowing she'd pick up on it. She was a sweet kid, and even now she was optimistic. He used to be like that. Back when he was around her age. At least, cheerful and optimistic, probably more annoying than endearing though.

He nodded as Jac said not to mention it. He was a little glad he did though, as unexpected as it seemed for her. They were all doing what they could. It was just nice for it to be appreciated, and out here surrounded by people she barely knew with the world going crazier every day? Yeah it was worth a mention.

His hands curled and uncurled at his sides, as he stopped himself from reaching out to Derek. He hated seeing him like that, but he didn't know how it'd be taken. Half his attention still on his boyfriend - were they still - no he wasn't going to ask that because he didn't want to know. He smiled at the girls and Franklin and looked sympathetic as Kim and Amara described how they felt.

His lips twitched at Jac's mention of being hungry. "Same here," he said. Now that he thought about it he had been eating more, or feeling worse for wear. He hadn't thought too much about it though. Too many things to worry about than that he was hungrier more than usual. "I could eat anything so long as its-"

His words slowed and came to a stop as Franklin gestured to the table. Oh. Look at that. When was the last time he'd stopped for food? "That looks fantastic," he said, appropriately impressed with the display. His stomach reminded him that food was a very good idea, very soon, no matter what he'd just witnessed.

He had a mouthful of banana nut bread when Meggan asked what they'd like to do once things were nice again. He was grateful he had an excuse not to respond immediately. Once all this was taken care of he could sort things out with Derek. But what did he want to do? Something to look forward to... was it bad that there wasn't anything that he could think of? Things that he'd wanted to do before everything turned upside down... he just couldn't work up any interest. He half shrugged at Franklin's question. It was way beyond him. Everything he knew about the guy was. All he could do was hope it'd turn out okay for him.

What did he want to do? Maybe... that was just it. He had to figure out what he wanted to do. "I think I might go back to college," he finally said, as if testing the idea out. He'd taken a semester right before the Apocalypse and that had ended that... did he still want to go for the same thing though? And were there any close enough he could commute... He glanced at Derek uncertainly. Did it even matter if he could?
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Brave... put on the brave face...

Derek nodded, keeping his smile as he listened to the girls list their symptoms. Just because we could possibly be screwed doesn't mean we gotta be glum about it... He chuckled a bit at that thought. For a second, he thought about saying it aloud, but then again, not many of them would get his sense of humor.

From what he could tell, anyway, it seemed like no one was worse off than the next. He was hoping for some kind of visual or behavioral cue that could possibly serve as a warning that they were about to "bug out". But he got nothing.

Man, I am so great at this... he bitterly thought.

"I'm good, I'm good... Got the headache from hell, and a bit o' the sniffles, but I'm holdin' up ok." He lied to the ones asking about him, still unaware of the yellow shade his eyes had taken. He was honestly scared to death. There were too many things he wasn't sure about, and too many probabilities that he was imagining that led to scenarios that were nearly paralyzing.

Brave face...

He pushed it all back.

"Well, that's... eh, nothin' unusual, right?" he gave a wink, trying to stay as upbeat about it as he smiled at Jac. Even if she was a member of the Brotherhood, he knew that in spite of that, she came through for all of them and kept the fort standing. As far as he was concerned, she was good people, even if her political views were a bit warped. Things better left to argue later. "Speedsters got the same problem as regens on that front, so that's-"

Pain...

Over the din of his own thoughts jammed into the conversations happening around him, it sent a new wave of pain across the front of his skull and through his body, every heartbeat becoming audible in his mind. As soon as he thought of regens, he thought of Kel, their fight, and it got worse as he sat down on the bench, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry... gimme a sec..."

Wait... where the hell did this bench come from?

As the wave subsided and the ringing died down in his ears, he glanced up and saw the banquet that had appeared out of nowhere. The kids clamored around the table as the rest of the company began to take what they wanted.

"Nice one, Frankie." he said with a wink and a smile. He did have to wonder if this kid might be a little "trigger-happy" with his powers. Nothing really wrong with it, but he remembered that Reality Warpers tended to have a backlash with their abilities.

But who really cared? It wasn't like anything worse than what was already happening to all of them was possible.

His eyes went to a plate of Hawaiian Sweet Rolls. One of his favorite foods of all time. Perfect. The only thing missing was...

Ah, shit, it's actually here...

He snatched a six-pack of beer off the table and held it aloft. "Might wanna get rid o' this, though... Boss'll skin us alive."

For a moment, he looked over the table, chewing on the bread as he thought about the future. "Maybe we should invite everyone out here... no reason to let it go to waste. Whatever the future turns out to be, we've got today, at least."
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