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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2013, 04:12 PM (265 Views) | |
| Ted Kaplan-Altman | Apr 5 2013, 04:12 PM Post #1 |
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10:15 AM - Saturday, March 23, 2013 If this were a movie, Ted mused, he would probably be sitting in a bar right now, tossing down scotch or something equally serious-looking. That seemed to be what characters in movies did when faced with tragedies, and there was no question that Scott's death was a tragedy. And he could have, probably. This was Mutant Town, after all, and after Alex's trial and Scott's public announcement and the Sentinel attack "Summers" was a name to conjure by around here. Half of his neighbors were mourning the same thing he was, and there probably wasn't a bar within three miles of his apartment that would kick him out once he explained that he was a Xavier's graduate. Hell, they probably wouldn't even charge him for drinks. But somehow, flouting the law by public underage drinking seemed a poor way to remember the man. So instead he was sitting in the Mutant Town Community Center, mourning Scott's passing while tossing down espresso shots. It beat staying home alone on a Saturday morning, in any case. Billy was at the funeral, paying his respects along with his brother, and that was as it should be. Ted had considered trying to round up some of his fellow graduates and holding a wake here in town, but beyond sending a few emails he just hadn't had the heart. Maybe some of his old friends would show up this morning. Maybe they wouldn't. He'd also considered going to the funeral with Billy and trying to talk his way in, even though he wasn't affiliated with Xavier's or the X-Men anymore, but had ultimately decided not to intrude. He still remembered what Tommy had said to him after Billy's disappearance, and while he didn't hold it against the speedster, he also doubted that Tommy was the only one who felt that way about him. Not that they'd say anything ordinarily, but Ted showing up when the Institute was grieving Scott's death (and that seemed so strange to say, "Scott's death," words that just didn't belong together) was running the risk of triggering a similar outburst in someone. That's not what today was supposed to be about. Besides, it wouldn't be the first funeral he'd missed. Far from it. After the Purifiers destroyed the school, there had been a lot of funerals, most of them for kids he'd known, some of them pretty well. He'd missed most of them. The lockdown, the relocation to the Savage Land, and in many cases the families had made that inevitable. So their classmates had gotten together and held an informal wake for their mourned dead, and it had helped. No small number of his fellow SHIELD agents also knew Scott, and comiserating with them at work over the last couple of days had helped a little as well. Not much. That was appropriate, Ted decided after a while. The passing of someone like Scott Summers shouldn't be easy. God knows his life hadn't been. |
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| Hope Abbott | May 2 2013, 08:33 PM Post #2 |
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Hope Abbott liked being busy and found herself working better under pressure. Of course, there was a difference between being busy and working herself completely and utterly dry. These days, it seemed as though the latter was a lot more accurate. In fact, between studying for her finals, which were set to begin next week, doing some apartment hunting here in Mutant Town, and applying for a part-time job, Hope couldn't say she’d had much time for herself as of late. That particular Saturday in late March was no different than the others that month: her battered backpack was slung carelessly on one shoulder as she made her way around Mutant Town, dropping by every single coffee shop, restaurant and store she could find and handing in a carefully crafted and somewhat impressive resume. It was the end of the semester at NYU and Hope had yet to find a place to stay for the summer – she loved Manhattan and the campus and its surroundings were just lovely, but Hope had mulled over it long and hard – she desperately wanted to go back to her roots… so she had decided upon Mutant Town as her new place of residence. If only finding a decent apartment – and a job to help her with the rent – was that easy. It was nearing midday and Hope was beginning to feel the effects of her busy morning. Her stomach was chumming lightly, and it would only be a matter of time before Hunger declared full on war on her. She had decided on one last pit stop before going to grab a bite to eat. The Mutant Town Community Center was a nice place – definitely better than the one in Bloomfield Hills that was for sure. Hope pushed open the door and walked inside. It was definitely a nice place… She examined the photos on the walls, smiling slightly at the different sports teams and the pride evident on the faces of its members. Walking along, she passed by a gym and, by the distinct smell of chlorine, the pool. After ten minutes of aimless walking around, her curiosity was mostly satisfied and she doubled back on her steps, making her way to reception and giving her resume to the pretty young lady behind the desk. She gave the woman a small smile and was about to leave when she noticed him: Teddy Altman. She had received his E-mail regarding Scott Summers’ passing, but had since pushed it out of her mind. Hope and Ted were never particularly close during their time together at Xavier’s, but given they were so close in age, they had shared a few classes – and a few friends, too. Plastering on a smile that was accented by guilt and sadness, she made her way over. "Hi, Teddy." She clasped her hands together, her usual sass seeming almost nonexistent. "I got your E-mail about Scott… I'm sorry to hear about his passing." |
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| Ted Kaplan-Altman | May 6 2013, 05:06 AM Post #3 |
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It took Ted a moment to recognize Hope's voice, then he stood up to greet her. "Hey, Hope," he replied, trying to be friendly but mostly wooden. "Yeah, me too... sorry, I mean. It's all just so hard to believe, you know? I keep expecting to discover it's all been some kind of bad dream, or illusion, or a complicated hoax to put some enemy off-guard, or something like that... anything other than Mr.Summers being, you know..." He trailed off, reluctant to actually use the word, as though by saying it he would make it real. Then he shook his head, reminded himself who the reality-warper in the family was, and added "...dead." He sat back down in his chair at the word, finished his cup of coffee in silence, then gave a one-shouldered apologetic shrug. "Anyway, thanks for coming. I'd have gone to the funeral, but Xavier's is locked down... not that I blame them, under the circumstances, but it just doesn't seem right that we should be alone right now." It seemed like he ought to be able to talk about something other than the funeral with an old classmate he hadn't seen in years, though he was having trouble thinking of anything else. "How's college going?" he ventured, figuring that was a safe question, though he couldn't remember where Hope had gone after graduation. Somewhere in New York, he assumed, given her presence here, though he supposed it wasn't impossible that she'd flown in for this little soiree. "Where are you living these days? Me and Billy just got a place of our own here in town, a few blocks up 17th Street from here. Can't beat the rent; so many locals never came back from the migration to Sanctuary." His expression soured at the reference; while he liked the idea of a city optimized for mutants, he didn't like how tightly linked it was to Magneto and the Brotherhood, especially after Billy's recent adventure there. All things considered, he preferred Mutant Town. "Plus it's nice to live somewhere we don't have to hide who we are." Or, well, where most mutants didn't, anyway. Ever since his mom had explained his heritage to him and the Skrulls had invaded Earth, Ted had known that he was going to be hiding who he was for a long, long time. He didn't like it, but he accepted it. "Anyway," he added, getting up from his chair again with an empty mug in hand, "I'm gonna go get myself another cup of coffee. You want anything? They make a mean cherry cheesecake around here." |
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