lilah st. fleur χ jean grey

It hit me the other day that I've been on the boards for over a year now.

I'm disappointed at how much nothing has changed.

We're still wrapped up in the same pretty grievances, the same grudges, the same wars. Some of us may have grown as people, but we've failed to grow as a community.

But who knows. Maybe the next year will be different.

( Filtered to Sabrina and Chuck )

Having a birthday on the same day as the Superbowl makes buying any kind of alcohol a full contact sport.

Speaking of which, I think one of the neighbors is about to come through the wall. I don't know what they're doing in there, but they're shaking the whole floor. No, I know exactly what they're doing. I just figured it out. They're reenacting plays. Our building is entirely too old for this.

I don't think the ceiling fan likes spinning backwards.

Why does the entire apartment smell like bacon? What's going on in the kitchen? I feel like I need a carrot scented candle or something to drown this out. Do they make those?

I swear, the closer it gets to a holiday that involves food, the more people order take out. My legs are killing me. Anyone who hasn't gone Christmas shopping yet, I'll make it easy for you. I need to save up for some motorized transport before I end up sacrificing my feet to the bicycle gods.

In happier news, Jenny, there's leftover in the fridge. So we can put off braving the market madness one more day.

I know we're all uneasy, but let's try to remember that there is someone else out there expecting to have their body back just the way they left it.

Don't do anything they wouldn't do. These our not our lives that we're fooling around with.

I love having an excuse to wear my 'make awkward sexual advances, not war!' shirt. Even if it does inspire strangers in the street to call me a 'bleeding heart liberal commie puke'. There was actually more insults when the guy said it, but he was talking so fast that I could only pick out the parts he was emphasizing. Pretty sure whatever he was mumbling was way more offensive, so I told him I liked his shiny bald head. Awkward sexual advances: they make people stare, but they're better than the alternative. He walked away really fast.

Poor middle aged white guy. He probably thought I was about to bust a cap in his ass.

In other news, dress shopping was a rousing success!

Most days, I am totally cool with not having to follow in Jean's footsteps. She had a lot of responsibility and way too complicated of a story line. But there are some days that I would happily dive in to babysitting for a bunch of self-destructing teenagers. It has to be better than navigating a bicycle through the city.

I had to use telekinesis to keep from getting maimed by a cab door today. I don't know who was more startled me, or the woman who tried to fling the thing open before the vehicle had come to a full and complete stop. Then she flipped me off and when I just kind of smiled at her all apologetically, she threw half a bagel at me.

Jen, please tell me there's some ice cream left.

As awesome as it might be to have an outlet for whatever righteous rage rants are popular this week, I have to say that watching the news makes me, your very own pacifist Lilah St. Fleur, want to beat the ignorance right out of some of these people. Or, at the very least, sit them down for a stern talking to. Neither of them are likely to have much of an impact based on what I've seen, but I can dream.

The worst part? I can't look away. It's like a train wreck. I think it's becoming a sort of anthropological study for me. Maybe if I watch it enough, I'll understand why they say these things. I just want to understand, but (and I'm really not trying to insult anyone who agrees with biased reporting here) I think I can feel brain cells dying.

Huh. That was a slightly more aggressive statement than I meant for it to be. Whoops? Maybe I need a nap. Or to turn off the television.

Is it safe to come out yet? We're running out of dishes over here, because really, who knows how much it takes to contaminate yourself all over again.

This is ridiculous.

( Filtered to Tom and Hannah )

( Filtered to Ted )

I'm not normally one for processed foods.

But wow. These Cheetos. Are awesome.

Jen, do we have any hot sauce? I feel like they would be better with hot sauce.

Finally had my last physical therapy appointment for my arm. Which is now good as new, according to the doctor. So I can go back to heavy lifting and strenuous activity.

I guess this means I no longer have a good excuse for using telekinesis to move everything...

I have an idea. An idea involving a tennis ball and a liberal use of superpowers.

Hey, Ted? How do you feel about startling everyone else trying to enjoy a day at the park?

( Ted )

( Jen )

Since I can't work with a broken arm, I've been spending a lot of time at home. In front of the computer. Which explains why this has taken over my mind. It's got the be the most mellow thing ever produced by the internet.

There might be some deeper, more complex meaning, with all the conquering and devouring, but I think it's just fun and calming.

typing with one hand is going to be interesting. i suppose i could still use my fingers, but at the moment, i can't really feel anything in that arm, so it's probably for the best. they give you really fantastic medication for a broken arm, did you know that?

other than that, i'm ready to go home. jenny, are you ready to go home?

There's something kind of fulfilling about being able to arrange knick-knacks...from the the couch. It's good practice for my telekinesis, and the apartment looks much nicer now that things are arranged. The last week, it's been kind of bare. Moving in to places is hard work, even when you're rooming with Superman.

It's nice to have a place to call home again, though. You'll have to come by and see it, Rolin!

Jen said I should introduce myself, so here I go.

Hello! I'm Lilah St. Fleur, and I've just been recruited to join your team. I'm not really sure what else I should say. Um, I'm the reincarnate of Jean Grey, from the X-men, if that matters at all. So I've got some experience with superhero groups?

I guess that's it for now, but you should introduce yourselves so I know who I'm dealing with!

It's official:

Apartment shopping in NYC is terrifying.

I think we found ONE where I wouldn't worry about a nightly mugging.