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Salem, NY. August 2015. The days are still clear and hot; cooler weather is on the way, so enjoy the last bit of summer freedom while it lasts.
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At Xaviers' School for the Gifted, teachers are getting ready to accept new students and old into the halls, while not-quite-retired X-Men gather at the mansion as well. With an uptick in mutant gene activation, the Brotherhood is eagerly scouting to recruit new members to their agenda of mutant supremacy.
Post by Jasper Collins on Sept 13, 2015 13:01:36 GMT -6
well, my friend, you gotta say
say hey! hey, no way
The Lee and Kirby was a bar, and bars, generally, were considered off-limits to most teenagers. Most teenagers, of course, didn't have the inclination, guts, or sticky fingers to swipe the back door key from the off-work bouncer as he left through the alley.
It helped, Jas had to admit, that she had literally sticky fingers - not from any kind of paste, but naturally. Her whole body could stick to pretty much anything she wanted it to; walls, ceilings, glass, anything. Or at least, everything she'd tried so far. It was amusing to test out the extent of her powers - and thankfully for everyone involved, including the mansion itself, hers were mostly non-destructive, unless she scared the wrong person and they lit something on fire in a knee-jerk reaction.
(It had only happened once, Jas reminds people when they bring it up. And it wasn't even her fault the water sprinklers went off on that whole floor!)
Now that she'd snuck in the back of the bar and made her way up front - claiming she'd been looking for the bathroom when she was seen loitering by the kitchen doors - Jasper looked around for something to do.
She didn't have a fake ID, not yet, and there wasn't anyone around her age to chat with... The teen brushed a hand passed her ears, tapping her fingers on the table she sat it by herself, nodding along to the music she only vaguely recognized as something old, before her time.
She would find something to do, the student was determined. Something to prove she'd snuck into the bar. But..what?
made by abby of i'm so curious
