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They shook hands, Susan nodding her head respectively. "Pleasure to make your aquaintance" she replied casually. "Each to his own, really. Research is a noble work, no need to underscore my sort of ...work... to any others without ...powers." She pursed her lips in a slight smirk, shifting her weight as she shouldered her purse. "I was just going shopping, any delay was caused by my clumsiness and our run =-in. All on my account, so don't worry about it" Susan chuckled softly, rolling her eyes as her free hand ran through her blonde hair. "Hopefully I'll avoid any more run-ins at this gala I am going to tonight. I prefer to meet people casually, not through physical accident." For Susan, this encounter with Felicia was refreshing - some one not related to or aquainted with Richards and the others.
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"Let's get a move on" Mimi offered, standing and picking up her tray. "If you enjoy trying on clothes, all the better. I need a real wardrobe". Once Sofia accompanined her, they placed their trays where needed and exited. "Rogue?" she now questioned outloud, thinking about where to find her. "Exploring this place can be fun. We have a good excuse, then." Mimi smirked deviously, past instincts slightly ruffled of snooping around and causing mischieve.
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Hey...

I have every intention of updating. But I think depression is sinking in, because I have until Thursday here in the US....I AM keeping up I AM reading, I just can't get into the mindset...

I may update within the week, or it might be after I get back. I have a dissolusion hearing on Tuesday and a plane out on thursday, so we'll see...RP usually gets my mind off stuff, but it's a matter of getting my brain into it.
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"We should leave soon" Meg mentioned through a mouthful of strawberries. "If ah'm gonna pose as a blind woman, best be seen with ye, aye?"

Jean arched an eyebrow and looked between Kiba and Meg. She nodded and sighed, "Ok...But I'm going to need an opinion on these clothes...heck where do I -shop- for this stuff?"

Meg chuckled, patting Kiba's leg, "There's a scent that comes from these places, we'll find ye one..."

Breakfast dishes were cleaned up, and the girls made ready to head out the door. Meg shifted into a redhead dressed in a rich man's bohemian style.

"Now, Kiba, love, we need tae find a proper harness for ye, no blessed idea where to hunt one down...But we'll make due, aye? You can go as a person, an pose tae lead me about, that way Jean can get a proper opinion of the male persuasion. Much more valuable than a girl...An if it makes her butt look big, dun' curtail the truth, she reads minds ye know.."
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Yomiko woke with a start, the book slid to the floor.

Her glasses were askew, and she straightened them, a hand moving to her hair, mussed by tossing in the chair.

"Oh, oh my...I slept in." She said with a sigh." She glance around, her mind, still groggy didn';t recognize the dark shadow in her kitchen. She tugged the blanket off herself and tiptoed in.

"Oh..Kurt" She said with a sigh, she smiled, "Sorry, need to get used to having another person around again. How did you sleep, dear?" She picked up the invite to read it. "Oh, hell....this is tonight. I hope I'm not obligated.."

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Kiba did not even cock his head when Jean entered and announced breakfast; his sharp senses had smelt her scent and heard her footsteps long before she even reached the door. Watching Meg wake up and get up, he cocked his head at her way of dressing. Another something new for his wolf eyes, but he merely shook his head and strutted after her into the living room. Sniffing the food placed on the ground for him, "Thank you" he grumbled sincerely. Looking up to Jean, he nodded. "A bowl of water would do" he replied, but he doubled back at that thought. Looking from Jean to Meg, Kiba transformed into his human form. Sheepishly picking up his plate, he looked to Jean. "A glass ...a glass will be fine". Even if the women respected his wolf-form, he wanted to pay respect to them in return.
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Mimi shook her head as her dry locks settled about her face. "Thanks for the one timer" she said softly, nodding to Sofia as the girls wandered into the hallway. "Obviously there is a pretty good cook in this place" she noted, the scents causing her stomach to growl. Eyeing the others around them as the Institue began to awaken, Mimi felt slightly overwhelmed yet intrigued to see what kinds of powers they all held. Not daring to question or make friends just yet, she merely followed the scents in hopes to near the kitchen. Rubbing her stomach, it certainly did growl. "I am starved, your sandwhichs just did not fill me enough for the night" she exclaimed, sending a glance over to Sofia. "No matter how good" she added with a wink. Finally arriving at the kitchen, she noticed as Rogue entered ahead of them. "I guess we'll have to see what the plans are for today. Maybe then we can steal some time to go shopping".
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Rogue had entered and greeted him, but Logan merely continued the decent of his claws nearer to his face. Three sausages lay in wait and Logan was starved. Taking a large bite out of the first one, he gulped it down and then looked to Rogue. "With all the newcomers and arrangements you better believe I am starved" he affirmed, proceeding to finish off the first sausage. "Luckily this place has a good cook, efficent too" he added, now looking down at the plate of eggs and waffles freshly made. The kid responsible for such food grinned, but Logan rolled his eyes. "Don't get cocky, bub" he said gruffly. "Take the ladies offer, though". With a nod, he smirked at Rogue before picking up his plate and taking the head seat at the kitchen table. It was empty, for the dinning hall was where all the students ate ((making this up as I go along, play with me)). "How's Gumbo doing? I didn't see anymore of you last night since he showed up" Logan asked, waiting for Rogue to get her breakfast and accompany him.
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The wad of money was tucked safely away in her purse, Susan finally ready to shop in preperation for that night's galla. Sun shinning and warming her skin, she adjusted her jacket and locked her car. It had taken her ages to find a parking spot, but she finally stole one away. Letting her keys now fall to the bottom of her purse, she shook off the cool wind as she approached the main shopping streets of NYC. Funny how many people were around and bustling along the side walks even though it would be another 15 minutes before all the major stores opened. Sighing, she leaned against a brick wall casually and kept her eyes on the store across the street. No doubt it would be busy, but hopefully she could find a dress hassel free.

((I'll take any and all interaction possible with this character, I dunno what to do with her anymore to get her involved and out of this seclusion. Ideas? IM me)).
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((Forgot where I left off with this one, so here goes picking him up again...))
The letter caught his eye, Kurt bending down as his tail swished round and scooped up the paper. Not wanting to be nosy, he tried to keep from reading it. Naturally as the seal had been opened and the small invite has casually slipped half way out, his eyes swept over the You have been corrdially invited to the Galla Event the evening of ... part. Raising an eyebrow, Kurt shook his head and made his tail place the letter upon the kitchen table. He did not want to be nosey, especially after Yomiko had been so friendly with him. Turning round to look for food, his nimbly jumped onto the counter top and began opening cupboards, knees bent in a hunched over position. Finding the array of cereals, mostly near full, Kurt grinned. "This is vunderbar!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Soon finding a large bowl, Kurt resolved to eat as many bowls of cereal as possible. Settling with Lucky Charms first, Kurt would wait half an hour before waking Yomiko and making her look at this invitation.
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Damn you Richards! (Or, Why they have my cream puff..)

Doom stood, finally looking down to Usagi. "Of course, my Princess, it would be untoward of me to have the audacity to allow you to be employed by my person without some recognition of your standing. I offer you, along with the employment I shall provide, an offer of tutelage. Having such powers such as yours, child is one thing, but mastering them is another thing entirely."

Doom turned and locked his hands behind his back, "I will not claim to have perfect nor complete knowledge of the powers you weild, however, I will do my best to assist you in mastering them, and helping you gain a better understanding of them. You can, of course, refuse, as I consider this an offer to one of equal station as I. I will not be offended if you refuse me."

Doom turned and took Usagi's hand, lowering himself to one knee in the most regal manner, "It would, of course, My Lady, be an honour to serve as a mentor to an angel." With that, he dipped his head, the hood obscuring his face as he tipped the metal mask up enough to press suprisingly warm, soft lips to her hand. He slid down the mask, sadly, denying Usagi any view of his features, rasing his deep brown eyes to meet hers once more. "Princess Serenity..I would also implore you bid me a favour and accompany me this eve, as you appear in good health, albiet in poor spirits, perhaps such distractions, possibly allowing to meet with Parker once more would raise them? You, of course would be welcome to remain with me as long as it pleases you, despite your decision. My life is a lonely one, and your presence is...it heals my spirit." He placed his free hand on his chest and dipped his head once more, as if such confessions were awkward for him. Finally he released her hand and stood. "If you wish, we could go shopping for suitable attire, perhaps locate you food that will encourage your appetite.
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The door shut behind her as Jean opened and closed it with her foot.

"Morning sleepyheads! I have food!"

This announcement was coupled with the heavanly scents of meat, pancakes and fruits filling the tiny apartment with thier scents. She set the styrofoam cartons on the coffee table and went to retrieve cups and silverware.

Meg titterd a laugh as Kiba licked the offending hair of her face. "Souns like we have food, love." She said sleepily. She stretched her hands and wrists, then in one bounce was back on her feet, she opened her drawers and peered in. "Bah. Who cares, aye?" She asked Kiba, withdrawing her head from the chest of drawers, and wiped her hand along her pjamas, transforming them into something rather hippie-looking. "Thare. Les see what Jean 'as brought back for us, aye?" She opened the door and meandered out, popping open cartons before Jean reappeared.

"Ah'm assumin this would be yours." She set the carton overflowing with meats and egg on the floor for Kiba, taking up the one that smelled of strawberries and waffles as Jean appeared with glasses and silverware. "Up for a walk?" Meg asked her.

Jean nodded as she set things down on the table, looking to Kiba. "Do you want something to drink? Do you want it in a bowl, cause, no offense, I don't think you'd like a glass stuck on the end of your snout all day."
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She'd fallen asleep in a living room armchair, laying on her side, book snuggled in her arms and a throw blanket askew over her small Japaneese frame. Her glasses, hair and the rest were absolutely out of order, but it certianly didn't seem like she cared.

The kitchen cupboard that held breakfast goods had one of every box of cereal available at the local supermarket. It seemed that some had only a bowl or so taken from it, some, half-empty, but looked like they were used for snacks, and some unopened. Kurt could get the distinct impression Yomiko made no efforts to remember what she had at home, and purchased on whim.

The invitation fell from the fridge, the wax seal breaking on impact and falling open on the floor. As usual it was an official invitation by the British Consulate for Yomiko to represent thier interests. A note beneath scrawled, "And please, leave your books at home.."
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It wasn't long before Kiba felt a tickle at the scruff of his neck.

Meg, blissfully asleep had dropped an arm that weaved into his fur and played here as she snoozed, the happy smile playing on her lips as she peacefully slept only served to punctuate her state.

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Jean was headed through a competition's resturaunt she'd intended to check out sometime. She was wondering if wolves ate eggs. What about pancakes?

She knew she was fretting a bit, but she knew, somewhere, how perfectly miserable sick dogs looked, and if a human got what it looked like they get....

Ok, chicken is -definately- out...

She'd heard chocolate kills off pets..not that Kiba was a pet or anything, but, you know, you never know...

Finally, she'd decided to take a steak and eggs breakfast, substitute the pancakes for sausages, and got herself a french toast with ham, and Meg a Belgian waffle swimming in fruit and whipped cream. She eyed, one last time the monsterous delicacy Meg enjoyed and wondered just how she stayed so slender...Then again when you can appear to be anything she could make herself into The Blob.

Wait a second....

Jean frowned. Blob? It wasn't a name, right, it was a description. Why'd she associate it with a name? A hand went to her head as it pounded in protest. Unconsiously, it reached out to better gain understanding, tyring to comprehend the parts of it locked away to her consious memory, but still part of her subconsious.

(Most familiar characters to Jean Grey probably would get a mental 'ping' involving a flash of the Blob coupled with a sense of confusion.)

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"Mhurf" Meg responded sleepily. The hand threaded softly in fur reached up to rub her face, unfortunately, Kiba is probably not immune to shedding. Meg's fae rubbing was followed by her 'pthu' ing out the biths of fur that clung to her skin. "Jean?" she asked sleepily, then leaned over the bed, "Oh hey Kiba. Mornin."

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Jean shook her head. Forget it, maybe it'll come to her. She decided to head home before the food got cold, picking up a 2 litre of milk and a small carafe of OJ.