om_communications | Entries tagged with ariel

To: Conner Kent; Diavall Woods; Dick Grayson; Kitty Pryde; Peter Parker; River Tam; Tony Stark; Topher Brink
CC: Doug Ramsey
Subject: Gaming party

If you're free on January 2nd, Doug and I are organizing a gaming night off site, vaguely to celebrate graduating. More importantly, we have access to an awesome setup and there's space for people to crash if you succumb to sleep.

Let us know if you're in, location/travel details to follow.

om_cypher

If you guys don't have plans for Friday, would you want to go out for pizza? Or we can order in - I'm good either way.

om_cypher

Left outside the door of her room:

A bouquet of pink and white carnations wrapped in paper, with a note that reads "Dinner and a movie tonight? You choose, I'll go pick up. ~Doug"

om_rook

To: Doug, Laura, River, Sharon, Caius
From: Diaval
Subject: do you enjoy pizza

I'm making some pizza tonight instead of the usual supper. I would be very pleased if you all would like to have some. I promise I know how to make pizza that will not poison anyone.

Also there are a lot of biscuits from home that Mother sent (today is my birthday) and I cannot possibly eat them all.

If you would like some of these things meet me in the kitchen around six?

~Diaval

om_magik

Clint called snowball fight!! U in?

om_northstar

Hey. Hope this gets to you before the social media does.

Some asshole pulled a gun at my signing tonight. Jeanne-Marie and I took care of it. No one's hurt. He didn't even get to fire a shot. We'll be home as soon as we get done here. Let the others know if you could.

JP

om_shadowcat

To: Agent, Ariel, Captain, Cherry Bomb, Cyclops, Engineer, Escher, Ghostwriter, Iron Man, Northstar, Oracle, Panax, Quicksilver, Robin, Silvertongue, Spiderman
CC: Cypher
From: Shadowcat
Subject: X-Cape Beta Test

Hello everyone!

So, this email is to inform you that you have been selected to beta test a new online community for mutants that X-statiX will be hosting. Panax asked Cypher and I to build something secure (and aesthetic and fun) for not only all mutants (the public side), but also for students and alumni of Xavier's (the private side).

You have all had usernames and passwords created for you, and shortly, I'll be sending out private emails to each one of you with that information along with the links you'll need. Go ahead and feel free to begin testing posts, exploring the profile options, and fiddling with anything you think needs more work. Anyone that wants to try and break the encryption and security, go for it. We need this community to be as secure as possible.

Let me, Cypher, and Panax know if you have any questions or suggestions!

Thanks,
Shadowcat

om_shade

To: Anthem, Ariel, Endgame, Malice, Multiple, Scarlet Witch, Serenity, Shadowcat, Sunspot, Surge, Upstart, Vault
From: Shade
Subject: To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak

To my former dance partners,

Found this and was inspired. Thought I'd share for sake of nostalgia. Hope you're all doing well. (Give Stevie my love since I dare not interrupt your important learning time)

Hearts and stars,
Eames

"Performance by Ricky Ubeda || Intrigue Dance Intensive" (Watch on YouTube)

om_shadowcat

To: Ariel, Cherry Bomb, Vault, Engineer, Magik, Starbuck
From: Shadowcat
Subject: Tomorrow Night!

I'm going on a food run, so who wants what snacks for tomorrow night? Movies? Nail polish? My mom gave me some extra cash for goodies, so let me know if you have any requests!

KP

om_ariel

poetry in photography

om_touchstone

Both of these texts take place during Jean-Paul's reaction to the Alpha Flight incident.

( Text to River )

~~~~~

( Text to JM )

om_touchstone

A package is left on River's bed on Friday morning, with a small card on the top.

Happy Valentine's Day, Mei-mei. I thought you might like this. Remember to keep the color in your life.

I love you,
Simon

Inside the box is a carefully wrapped dress.

om_ariel

Do non-biodegradable inflatable donkeys dream of green pastures?

om_ariel

What kind of hat should I get?

om_ariel

Ew. :§

om_ariel

C and F are only equal at -40.

om_ariel

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.

And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken.

There was only fire.

And then, nothing.

There were fireworks in Paris today.

om_ariel

I get up when I want except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen

om_touchstone

To: [Tam, River]
From: [Tam, Simon]
Subject: On Your Birthday

River,

I've spent the past hour writing and rewriting this. You're fourteen today. You deserve to be celebrating that fact. You deserve to have had Jean-Paul cook for you, and to open presents from all of your classmates. And me, of course.

I wrote mom and dad today from your email account. They were calling your phone and I knew they just needed to hear from you. I don't think they would know whether it was me or you writing anyway. I hate lying to them, but they wouldn't understand, and. And I'm going to bring you home.

I'm going to bring you home, mei-mei.

I know you're going to read this and you're going to make a face at how morose and dramatic it is. I know you're going to hug me and make some kind of patronizing statement about my hair or the bags under my eyes.

I don't care. I just need to write this. And, I suppose, when I bring you home, you'll need to read it.

I miss you. I miss you so much. I never quite understood when people talked about loss. Trying to explain it away with metaphors like holes in the heart and missing limbs doesn't even begin to touch on the pain I'm feeling. Every day, I wake up, and if I'm not awoken by nightmares, there's that one brief moment where I think the world is okay. Then I realize that you're not there and the pain returns so violently that I feel like I need to be sick.

Jean-Paul and I celebrated for you today. I guess we felt like something had to be done, even if you weren't here. We had homemade Chinese food and vodka. It didn't get me nearly as drunk as I wanted to be.

I haven't told anyone else. I don't want them to pity me or...I don't know. But I will tell them, when I bring you home, and you'll have the birthday that you deserve.

I'm going to bring you home. No matter what it takes.

Love,
Simon