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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

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 SUMMER SUN DAYS, [ OPEN EVENT ]
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 Posted: Jul 30 2017, 09:40 PM
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GRAND RE-OPENING OF NAVY PIER
(or rather grand re-re-re opening)
After years of unfortunate events, funding reallocation and mysterious setbacks it has finally happened: Chicago’s historic Navy Pier has finally been reopened. The 3,300-foot-long pier has been updated to reflect the grandeur of our nation’s Capitol. Come down this Sunday for the grand re-opening and experience all that Navy Pier has to offer. There are restaurants, farmer’s market, shops, a wax museum, exhibition facilities and even carnival rides waiting here for you.

For the re-opening there will be live local bands playing day long, a chilli cook-off and at 6pm the World Peace Statue will finally be unveiled. This event will end with a fabulous fireworks display.

Yeah. This should go well.

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CASSIDY R. MCINTYRE
 Posted: Aug 2 2017, 03:32 PM
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"How is it a summer event if no one will sell me funnel cake?" Cassidy complained, perched on the back of a bench with a morose expression at odds with the colorful scene.

Technically, there was a lot going on around her. A crowd of unfamiliar faces was sampling the shops and the market in their unfashionable sandals. She's judging that, of course, because it's right there in her line of sight. What else would she be doing?
But aside from that, it's a lot of noise but not the type that works for her. She wants a funnel cake, not a chili cookoff. And she wants that funnel cake followed by a few clubs instead of a farmer's market at all.

She's here because some of her art is featured around the shops under someone else's name. They're trying to promote locals, she's trying not to get arrested by incredibly humorless people in uniforms, lots of perspectives to work with. She can't resist lurking around it even when her name isn't on anything. A lot of the time she doesn't even like the feedback, but she still can't resist rushing toward it like a moth to flame. Not to mention the rate at which she ends up in mortal peril at large public events, while she continues to show up anyway. That must say something deeply unfortunate about her brain.
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TABITHA B.B. SMITH
 Posted: Aug 10 2017, 03:07 AM
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Tabitha roller-skated along the pier taking in the shiny new sights. The weather was perfect and the sunshine felt amazing on her skin. She had dressed for optimum solar absorption, or at least the version of 'optimum' that was legal in public. Things had been going extra great lately and a sunny day surrounded by new and interesting things was the cherry on the sundae that was this particular Sunday.

Casually sipping at her iced coffee as she rolled along, Tabitha checked out the crowd as much as she did anything else. It appeared as though she wasn't the only one enjoying the summer day. There were cute little kids with their faces painted, gaggles of youngish peoples and romantical couples being romantical. Tabby gravitated towards a woman with intensely red hair, she only knew a few women with hair like that. She roller-skated up behind Cassidy in time to hear her say something about funnel cake. She wasn't sure who her fellow Morlock was talking to, but she wasn't entirely concerned.

"They won't sell you funnel cake? Why not? Where is it? Do they have churros?"
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ISLA M. MOORE
 Posted: Aug 13 2017, 09:01 PM
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Isla leant against the railing at they very end of the pier, staring out at the water. It was all wrong. The only thing that was right about it was that it was water. She wondered how her water was. How her beach was. How the Clarks and their home was. She missed it there. Isla knew she didn't belong there anymore than she belonged there in Chicago, or anywhere else for that matter. It had been nice there though. Quieter. The Clarks' home had been warm, always smelled inviting and felt peaceful. The Blue Lady's home was none of those things, but Ewan was there. Not that that was a particularly comforting consolation prize as of late.

The soft summer breeze fluttered her dress against the back of her knees and blew her hair in front of her eyes. She did nothing to move the partial curtain of red from blocking her view of the sailboats and the happy people on the water. The noise and music on the pier behind her couldn't hold her attention the way the water did. Isla passively wondered if it would take her back and return things to the way they were before she had fingers and toes. She didn't belong here, where everything was loud and hard and the wrong kind of never ending.

In her head she could hear the shark-man's inside voice as he swam under the boats and the happy people. Even he was enjoying this day of unending noise and sun. Isla turned her back on the water and pushed the mass of red tangles out of her face as she continued to pout. Nothing had been quite right since the day the strange firebird had set a portion of the city on fire. The world was all wrong now and the dust didn't dance for her the way it used to. She wanted it back. Whatever it had been. Everything had been better then. Isla pushed away from the railing and headed back into the noise of the crowd.
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CASSIDY R. MCINTYRE
 Posted: Aug 22 2017, 09:42 PM
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"I have no idea, for real," Cassidy sighed. "I asked them if they had any, they said they didn't sell that. And so I said,
isn't this a fair? Or festival, something like that, along those lines, you know. But they still said no they weren't selling that, which is such a bummer. Any halfway decent fair sort of thing has to have funnel cake."


She had vague recollections of eating funnel cake at the county fair as a child, surrounded by bright blinking lights from rigged carnival games. The sort where the cheap stuffed animals on the top shelf might reappear every year. No one could put the giant basketballs into the tiny nets provided but someone was always arrogant or determined enough to give it a go. The details around the recollection were confused, maybe even out of order, but the fried dough had been one crystal clear element for her brain to latch onto.
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JEREMIAH R. GUTHRIE
 Posted: Sep 11 2017, 04:17 PM
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It was a good day to bring the Mustang out of the garage. Guthrie had two. One newer from the early 2000s, and a classic he'd been working on restoring in his spare time. The blue and white 1966 convertible was the perfect way to enjoy the day. He'd put the rag top down and was heading off to meet Sidony at the address she'd given him.

Jeremiah was feeling slightly guilty about their little surveillance date. While he did know Isla was going to be at Navy Pier and she was acting stranger than usual, he had to admit that his motives weren't entirely pure. He did want to keep an eye on the girl, but he also wanted to spend some time with Sidony.

There was never really a good way to ask her on a date, since she wasn't good with the concept of downtime. But he figured this would be a good compromise. They could mix business and pleasure for a change and maybe that wouldn't be a total disaster. Pete would have said he was "in like" with her. Joe would have said some profanities and tried to turn him to ash for being interested in Sidony at all.

He went with the former's thoughts instead of the latter. Just in case, he'd worn a decent pair if jeans and a yellow button up with the collar open. He at least wanted to dress the part. There was rumor of a Hawkeye and child sighting in the immediate future anyway. So he had to brace himself for that conversation. The day was going to be interesting no matter what happened. Guthrie pulled up to the curb and shifted the car into park, waiting for Sidony to climb into the car.

"Seemed like a nice day to take the rag top out. How's it going?" Guthrie gave a grin to Sidony. He was genuinely happy to see her and he was pretty sure it showed.

He put the car in drive and headed off on the few minute drive towards Navy Pier. One way or another, the detective figured this day would be full of surprises.

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PIPER S. HARRIS
 Posted: Sep 12 2017, 07:22 PM
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It was nice to become just a face in the crowd once again. People who complained about that feeling didn't know how good they had it, because the opposite was an unending parade of uncomfortable questions and feeling unsafe in public spaces. Being anonymous was easy. It was just being. Maybe it was one of those greener grass things, where people had to experience the opposite to realize that just existing in peace was plenty. She didn't care to dwell on it any longer.

The flow of the crowd moved around her like a river passing a stone in its way - parting to move around her but never slowing down or glancing back at what had disturbed the current ever so slightly. Knowing that the re-opening was going to be a big spectacle, Piper had toyed with the idea of showing up in crutches and looking defiantly around at everyone like she was daring them to be more ungrateful for the city not being a mess of nightmares right now. But she'd chickened out of that idea soon enough. She'd wanted to be left alone more than she wanted to make a point.

But without the aids, her steps were slow and awkward. In an elderly tourist that might be wholly overlooked without follow-up questions. On a twenty-two year old student still resolutely trying to cling to some sense of idealism it looked out of place. As soon as just one person tried to get rude about her holding up half the lines in the farmer's market as she limped through her peace would evaporate. The lurking shadow was weighing her down at least as much as the actual left leg situation but she only had her own stupid brain to blame.
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SIDONY M. KELLER
 Posted: Sep 21 2017, 07:48 PM
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"No worrying updates on the event so far," she replied, tapping through her phone. "Nothing's planned, but I set up an alert on the keywords just in case."

Sidony was dressed for summer, but it was a concession to blending in and her discomfort was apparent. She fidgeted in her seat and repeatedly smoothed the hem of her shorts down at stoplights. Jeremiah had convinced her to look in on the pier's re-opening by bringing up the question of Isla. She was a unique case, and no matter what lectures the rest of them tried to impart she continued to stick out wherever she went. It was like trapping a wildfire in a jar. Irreplaceable, potentially useful, and incredibly dangerous if anything went wrong in directing its power. It was in her nature to consider the downside.

It was a good excuse, at least, to be out here, one that didn't require her to address the way her heart rate had jumped when she slid into the passenger seat. She adjusted her posture yet again as the packed parking lot and overflow for the re-opening came into view.

She scanned the lot absently as she spoke. "Where did you get this car - there's a spot over there - it has to be pre-war. I've mostly only seen classic cars rusting out hiking through the east coast."
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RHYS B. AUBREY
 Posted: Sep 22 2017, 07:30 PM
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Things were going well, and Rhys couldn't be more excited. He had the day off, and just in time for Re-Grand Opening of the Navy pier. He was mostly interested in the wax museum and the farmer's market shop and he could always use random assortments of healthy and homegrown foods. Honestly, it was a nice feeling to see everyone interacting, whether they had known each other or not. There were little sights of mischief on a very small scale, therefore he dared to overlook it for the time being.

Rhys was dressed with a plain white short sleeved shirt, as he had not really invested in buying fancier clothes for when he was off-duty. His shirt was just a little loose, allowing for it drop past the waistline of his regular black pants that were just a little tight on the calves. Regular black Converse adorned his feet, hiding those pesky black ankle socks. Oh bloody s'it He thought, as he spotted a shop that sold tea mixes.

The aroma of tea managed to persuade the Former Brit to walk up to the shop. His eyes were instantly drawn to a label Chamomile Lavender Mint Tea, which was in a regular shaped box. "Mind if I smell?" He asked the man behind the table, who nodded a 'yes' in response. He picked up the box with his left hand and opened it carefully with his right. He instantly caught the smell, and grinned. "I'll take it, and 'ow about some Ginger peach too, mate?" He spoke as he handed over the money to the man, who then placed the Ginger Peach Tea box in a small plastic bag. Once the bag was handed to Rhys, he placed the Chamomile Lavender Mint Tea box in with the other tea box.

He turned, looking for another shop to stop by.

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PYOTR L. BARTON
 Posted: Oct 4 2017, 06:24 PM
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Pyotr put the hat back on his son's head for the third time. He couldn't tell if it was just a toddler thing or if Wade just wasn't a hat person, not that it particularly mattered. While the archer respected his son's present stance on wearing hats, he had to make sure that his little toddler head was covered with more than just the soft tuft of increasingly ginger curls. Pyotr had stressed over the question of baby sun protection the previous summer and was slightly more relaxed about it. Slightly.

Making sure his otherwise happy son was comfortable, Pytor continued pushing the stroller along the pier. He couldn't decide where to go or what to look at first, though he knew he wanted to eventually make his way to the farmer's market. Barton was certain that there would be inspiration for tapas and multiple soups of the day. After all he loved food and therefor his bar had to have excellent food. However, he figured it would have been short sighted to start with the purchase of groceries as he hadn't brought a cooler and there seemed to be so many other things he could do.

He spotted the carnival games area and a grin broke across his face. If there was anyone who had an unfair advantage when it came to carnival and arcade games it was probably Pyotr. He was a master marksman who's father had been in the circus as a young man. Wade was destined to be the kid with the most toys and stuffed animals in Chicago. He was considering winning a surplus, just so he could hand out prizes for ridiculous firsts at the bar. 'Celebrate the small things' was after all, one of Pyotr's mantras.

"Ooo, caricatures! Your mother would love that." He abruptly altered his course towards the caricaturist who had set up shop on the pier. Adding a goofy, distorted portrait to the collection of things Pyotr was gathering to keep an accurate account of their lives in this timeline. First goofy doodle portraits, then he would conquer all the games.
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HOLLAND J. FAUST
 Posted: Oct 4 2017, 09:01 PM
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This was stupid. He had never thought for even a second that it was a good idea, so he wasn't really sure why he had hiked all the way into town. He felt overwhelmed; bombarded by the sights and smells after so long in the perfectly tuned environment of the forest. His leg itched and he still limped, which left him feeling vulnerable and out of sorts. This was not the temperament he was used to. Holland Faust used to thrive on this carnival chaos that happened so rarely in their generation, but everywhere he looked, he could only think of her. His mother was a thick oily residue everywhere he looked, and it was difficult to look beyond what she would've liked, what would've made her laugh, what he would've have done to see her smile. The pain was fresh; it felt so new, but dust had settled over her grave long ago. He had no right to feel these things.

Things were easier on four legs, but he'd decided that not long after the bear trap had brought him back to his senses.

He flared his nostrils as he took in the shenanigans going on all around him, breathing deep the scents and letting it all wash over his senses. He could do this. After all, he knew if he couldn't handle a day of celebration, he had no place in a bar and he needed to get his sorry ass back to work. The good news was, he had cash to spend. Limited though it may be, he had saved up a bit of money and then there was the inheritance. It was enough to get him back on his feet and find a new place, and even enough that he could enjoy himself today without fear of paying for it later. As a slender girl on roller skates rolled past his field of vision, he sighed and allowed a half smile to pull across his features. He could do this – he was fine.

Heading towards a nearby booth with refreshments, he tried to ignore his limping gait and the way the hair on the back of his neck stood on end at the reminder of his vulnerability. This was a bright sunny day, and there were far too many people about to worry about Division or errant mutants. He just had to keep his form straight and he was just another random shmuck with an old war wound. The thin cast was carefully bound and hidden by the dusty blue of his jeans, so he had nothing to worry about – nothing to fear. "Two corn dogs and is there a place to get a beer around here?" Swanky event like this, he bet it would even be cold. Taking both corn dogs in one hand as he handed over the payment, he hobbled to one side to look down the pier. Plenty to do; plenty to distract anyone looking to forget. He took a bite from one dog, essentially shoving half the thing in his mouth before he took his change and limped towards the next booth.
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JEREMIAH R. GUTHRIE
 Posted: Oct 7 2017, 06:34 PM
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"Well, I don't think that anything will happen. This was more preemptive than anything else. As odd as she can be sometimes, Isla seemed more... Lucid, than usual. It was strange talk we had. I don't know. It tipped the scales even for a conversation with her." He shrugged and stopped at a light. "Maybe nothing will come of it and we'll just end up going and enjoying ourselves, but I figured we should check it out either way."

Guthrie put the car into gear and they were moving again. He noticed Sidony was a bit uncomfortable, but didn't comment on it. He knew she didn't do down time. This resembled it only slightly. He'd be sure to keep it light. "Uh, you look really nice today." He offered a smile and kept driving. "Not that you need me to validate that, but I just felt like telling you." He made a note to stop thinking so much. Thinking was always what got him into trouble in these kind of situations.

The question about his car was a good diversion from his awkwardness. "Well, my family is from Kentucky originally. When I was home on leave one year, one of my neighbors gave me this rusted out car. It didn't run or anything, but my dad kept it in the barn until I got out. When I bought the house in Wicker Park, I had it shipped up here. I've been working on it for about two years now. Getting the parts through private collectors and such. It's been my little side project. This is actually the first time I've had a chance to take her out since I finished."

He moved the mustang into the parking spot that she pointed out and put the car in neutral. "Glad you got to be here for it. " He said with a smile, before checking his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He looked at Sidony and gave her a grin before asking "Shall we go see what trouble we can get into?"


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PIPER S. HARRIS
 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 12:03 AM
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Her slow, deliberate pace left her quickly outmatched by the other pedestrians, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself by fighting against the tide. Just like she hadn't wanted to deal with the hassle that followed any walking aids. It wasn't even because someone recognized her specifically, they just figured she looked too young and outwardly intact to have it, and took it upon themselves to prove it somehow.

It was easier to just move over toward the side of the crowd until she found herself drawing level with a queue full of strangers. At least, she thought it was a line, since everyone was suddenly standing still in front of her.

Piper leaned slightly to one side, afraid of toppling right over while she didn't have her cane. "Sorry is this the line? I mean, hello, yes it's a line - what's the line for?"
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 Posted: Oct 18 2017, 05:03 PM
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The voice startled him a bit - not because it was silent but because it sounded as if the voice was directed in his direction. Turning his attention towards the source, he didn't have the grace to stop the movement of his hand as he shoved the last half of the second hot dog into his mouth. He used one forefinger to shove the end in as quickly and as discreetly as he could once he realized the societal blunder of his mishap, but he had to chew a few times before he could swallow so inevitably he was just nodding with an awkwardly apologetic grin creasing his features. Once he was able to swallow, his lips spread in a chagrined smile as he replied, "Hey. For beer," he coughed, "At least, that's what I was told and it'd figure for the length of the line, yeah?"

He had stopped questioning the age of those who wished to partake in alcohol. Beyond the legality of it being ridiculous, he figured the world was a fucked up place and if this girl wanted a beer to forget about it for a bit, he wasn't about to stop her. He did squint a bit as he took her in, sensing something was off with that sort of hazy sixth sense everyone has when their gut tells them something is different, but as she was standing still now - he couldn't really say what was off. He shifted his own weight gently, wanting to take the pressure off his unbroken leg but the ache when he put any weight on the splinted calf made it not worth the effort. Grimacing a bit, he shifted back to the good leg as he looked down the length of the line, "It better be beer. I've been here a minute." His throat was dry from the hot dogs, too, though his belly no longer grumbled.
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It was very hard to resist a precocious toddler begging for an outing, but Arden was so very tired. After back to back shifts between the diner and the strip club for two weeks, all she wanted to do was sleep, but her daughter didn't recognize that exhaustion just yet and Arden couldn't put that weight on her shoulders. The diner hadn't needed her today, and as Arden had wearily trudged back up to her apartment from picking Maxwell up for the well-meaning old lady on the first floor, she had done her best to perk up as the little girl regaled her mother with the tales she had heard from other children in the building about the goings on at the pier. After begging off for at least a few hours rest, Maxwell had relented and woken up her mother as soon as the oven clock said 10am.

At least she could already tell time – Arden figured she couldn't be doing that bad a job as a parent if her three year old (okay, almost four) could count to ten. Once the clock struck 10am, Arden was up and dressing the both of them. Mommy pulled on a black sundress with her hair straight and loose over her shoulders, and Maxwell in blue leggings and a grubby white t-shirt that proudly proclaimed her as "Mommy's Angel." It had taken the better part of twenty minutes to wrangle Maxwell's unruly curls into a pony tail, but she looked presentable. Arden knew she'd need new clothes in another two or three months, and her heart clenched. Even now, the little girl only had four or five shirts and a few pair of pants set in constant rotation. When she went to school next year, Arden would need to shell out for more…

Counting out a couple of fives from her stash of cash behind the refrigerator, Arden wedged the can back into its hiding place before the two of them headed off to the pier. Holding hands as they walked the sidewalks, it almost felt picturesque. Almost.

And as they rounded the corner and came upon the pier, Arden immediately recognized that as tired as she was – all the way down to her bone marrow – the trip was worth it. Watching her little girl's brown eyes light up like the sun as she took in the spectacle brightened her mother's features. Laughing, Arden took Maxwell's hand again, "Ready to go? Where to first, munchkin?"
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