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[rhythm86radio]

Insomniac Announces First-Of-Its-Kind Hotel EDC Experience During EDC Las Vegas 2023

Insomniac Announces First-Of-Its-Kind Hotel EDC Experience During EDC Las Vegas 2023

For the EDC Las Vegas devoted, the (relatively) new Camp EDC option will remain your most direct mode of access to the daily festivities of the festival itself as well as the activities offered by the Camp including exclusive DJ sets, unique camping experiences with neighbors, and more. However, if you’ve wanted to be closer to the action but couldn’t stomach the idea of camping, Insomniac is…

[edcgoa]

Apply for Loan for Hotels by EDC Goa

https://edc-goa.com/general-term-loan-scheme/

[nohoney]

just a lil something that’s inspired from a lil something i did while at edc ☆ ～('▽^人)

warnings: rave bf! bakugou, lil bit of drug use (acid tripping and rolling -> taking ecstasy), exhibitionism (sorta), petting

bakugou looks around, inhaling deeply as he subtly adjusts the boner he has. he’s pretty certain that no one has noticed. there’s hundreds if not thousands of people walking the festival grounds with too many spectacles that he’s sure are grabbing their attention instead. fireworks from one spot, laser shows emitting from adjacent stages, the statues that spit fire—so so many things to look at.

and yet his eyes keep drawing to the strappy fit you’ve chosen to wear.

he’d never known about microkinis before until you held up the tiny top and panty before him. the patch of fabric meant to cover you is small, just enough to cover your nipples and show off the tasty bit of skin underneath your tits. he helped tie the straps into place for you at the hotel, feeling you up and hoping that he could convince you to have a quickie.

instead you guys had to rush out the hotel to start lining up for the shuttles.

it’s four in the morning and you’re now taking a break from the back to back sets from the artists you wanted to see for the night. you and bakugou relax in an area of light up trees and light up structures. when he looks into your eyes, he can see your pupils still a bit dilated wider than they’re supposed to be but your trip is pretty much easing off.

he’s sure that his eyes are the same too.

good thing you and him only took small hits of what mina offered; the two of you only wanted to trip a little on the acid she offered that was rolled up into the joint. it was fun to see you all woozy and dreamy as you watched your favorite artists at the stage they performed at or how in awe you were earlier when the fireworks show had gone off earlier in the night.

you and bakugou took it easy though to save enough reserves for tomorrow night, the very last day. you’ve got the little dime bag that has the pills and at one point you were tempted to take one to further enhance the night. luckily bakugou was able to convince you to hold off.

“for tomorrow, okay baby? remember who we’re seeing tomorrow.”

“mmkay, you’re right.”

you and him sit against a light up structure, other people relaxing in the area as well. bakugou takes off his hydropack so that he can sit back comfortably. he unzips the storage compartment and brings out your pashmina to cover you up. you cozy up, laying back against him and not having any comments when bakugou lays the pashmina over your lap.

“this was soooo fun katsuki… i think it was the right idea for us to take it easy tonight.” you comment, sliding his hands underneath the pashmina so that they rested on your tummy, “you look out for me.”

“of course i do, didn’t want you to run yourself raggedy before you even got to see your favorite.” bakugou hums, drumming his fingers a little against your stomach and seeing the movement beneath the pashmina. he’s still tripping a little because the sight of it looks funny.

you nod your head against him, sighing quietly and relaxing against him.

bakugou doesn’t shut his eyes, only just idly looking over the sights in front of him like the crowds that still walk or the light shows that can be seen from where he’s sitting at. there are other people in the area that resting, getting massages from their friends, and just relishing in whatever mood they seem to be in.

his hands are warm on your stomach, his thumb brushing over your belly button and making you giggle. you pull your legs up a little closer to you so that you can cover the pashmina over your knees as well before relaxing against bakugou again. your lower half is completely covered from the pashmina as you cozy up and relax. his fingers pluck a little at the red straps that he helped cross around your body. out of all the rave outfits you’ve worn in front of him, this one is his all time favorite.

he’s been so painfully hard the entire night because of your fit, needing to adjust discretely every so often.

and you fucking knew that he liked it too because occasionally when you were sure no one was looking, you’d ghost your palm over his erection. he’d look at you and you’d flash him a coy smile, you looking extra doe eyed with the acid in your system and just a bit more giggly. worst was when he stood behind you for one set with kirishima and mina, you sung your little heart out with them and they were none the wiser to one of your hands discreetly rubbing over his boner.

if he had less control, bakugou would have cum in his shorts from the dirty secret that your friends were too fucked up to notice.

so he decides to return the favor.

your body tenses when you feel bakugou’s hands slide lower beneath the pashmina, his fingers skimming past the edge of the tiny bikini bottom and the pad of his fingers pressing right where your clit is. he leans down to your ear and hums a little before muttering, “i like this one, it’s my favorite.”

“i know, chose it ‘cause i knew you’d love it.” you mutter back before your eyes look over the people that are relaxing in the area. other people’s eyes are glossing over as well but no eyes are staring at you in particular.

still, you can’t help but feel that there must be someone that knows that your boyfriend’s fingers are touching you beneath the pashmina.

bakugou is good with his hands, he’s shown it by making you cum from just playing with your clit alone. he applies the right pressure, petting you and kissing your temple that makes you want to whimper. your boyfriend is the best at rough sex but when he’s actually gentle and endearing, it stirs you up more than usual.

your pussy reacts to his touch, the remaining acid in your body still making you a touch more sensitive, and you’re a bit shamed that a wet patch is forming in between your legs. “made me so fuckin’ happy to see you enjoy yourself. you know how pretty you looked when the fireworks were going off earlier?” bakugou mutters against your temple, “you make me so goddamn happy.”

his words are sweet but his touch is making you come undone. you breathe deeply to try to maintain some composure, your mouth dropping occasionally and you let out a quiet sigh. again, you look over to see if anyone has caught on to what the two of you are doing but no one has paid any mind.

they’re all off in their own world.

“so fuckin’ pretty, my baby is so pretty.” bakugou tells you more, his voice dripping with a sentiment that you hear only inside the bedroom. images of your last lovemaking flash in your head, making your mind swim in a euphoric sea of love. you love how he sounds when you’re sucking him off leisurely, how he seems to be weaker for your blowjobs when the two of you take your time and take it slow. all the fucks you and bakugou during the trip were all done in desperation and haste, enough to get it out your system and be presentable enough in front of your friends.

you’re dying for a passionate, slow fuck with your boyfriend.

you hastily grab onto his hand and press it against your stomach, whimpering slightly and hoping that you’re maintaining a straight face. bakugou presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers in your ear, “did i make you cum?”

he’s answered with a stiff nod.

bakugou’s eyes briefly glance up to the sky, recognizing the light orange coming from the hills. the sun is about to rise and now there’s only one more day to attend. one more outfit to help you into, two more pills to take for when both of your favorite artist plays for the final day of the festival, and then one plane ride home to collapse and have a proper rest after the most sleep deprived weekend you’ve ever had.

“c’mon, let’s get back to the shuttles and back to our room.”

bakugou gives you the hydro pack to wear on your back instead, opting to piggy you back across the festival grounds and to the shuttle pick up. you tied the pashmina around your waist for some modesty before hopping onto his back, clinging onto him like a sloth and whimpering small sounds as he made the trek across the festival grounds.

“you’re so bad katsuki.” you whisper in his ear, “how dare you.”

he only chuckles, hoisting you up a little to readjust you on his back for better leverage and continues on, seeing kirishima and mina waiting for them by the shuttle pick up.

“one more day baby, alright? that’s when we can go all out.”

“mm-hmm, ‘m excited.” you yawn, smiling over the hidden pills you and your boyfriend will consume in another fifteen hours when you return for the very last day of the festival.

[cosplayinamerica]

Anime conventions and their Yamato roots

by Dave Merrill

“Conventional” (ha ha) wisdom says that the first American convention devoted to Japanese animation was Project A-Kon 1990 in Dallas, Texas. This prototypical event was instigated by a group of Texas anime fans gathered under the banner of Star Blazers’“Earth Defense Command,” a Space Battleship Yamato fan club that grew to embrace all of Japanese animation. As of this writing, Project A-Kon is preparing for its 20th show.

But was A-Kon the first anime convention in North America? No. Not even close. For years, we’d seen references and offhand comments about a “YamatoCon” that was held in the Dallas area years earlier. Were these references true? Our crack team of researchers donned their explorer togs, dusted off their pith helmets, and began the harrowing search for enlightenment. Well, to be honest we sent some emails. Here’s what we found…

The first YamatoCon – that is to say, the first American fan convention devoted to Japanese animation – was held on August 13, 1983 at the Harvey Hotel in Dallas Texas. This one-day affair was the brainchild of Mark Hernandez, Don Magness, and Bobb Waller, each of whom had experience in the Dallas comics/SF fandom community and each of whom put up their own hard-earned cash to make YamatoConhappen. Scheduled the next-to-last weekend before school started, Mark Hernandez remembers the planning being as simple as getting commitments from dealers, finding a venue, and setting a date. Yes, it really is that easy to start a convention.

Programming consisted of the first 26 episodes of Star Blazersrecorded off TV, shown in continuous order (minus commercials, of course) and a bonus Yamato film. This 13-hour Journey to Iscandar (“It was a long day,” says Mark) was a primary attraction at YamatoCon, 1983 being a time when VCRs and blank VHS tape were expensive, collections of Star Blazers on video were hard to come by, and the experience of watching Star Blazers outside the morning or afternoon UHF timeslot was a draw in and of itself.

Star Blazers on video wasn’t the only activity, of course. Like other conventions past and future, YamatoCon had a dealers room consisting of 22 tables of for-sale memorabilia. It might sound small by the standards of 25 years later, but we must remember that anime merchandise of the day – what was available in the States, anyway – hadn’t achieved the tidal wave proportions it would reach in the wake of Robotech, to say nothing of the total saturation of the post-Pokemon, post-Sailor Moon years. Anime merchandise in 1983 consisted chiefly of books and model kits. Roman Albums, Anime Comics, black and white manga volumes, the occasional manga weekly, and other publications streaming from Japan in the wake of the Yamato Boom battled for the anime fan dollar alongside model kits from Yamato, Crusher Joe and My Youth In Arcadia…not to mention the endless ranks of giant robot kits from unseen shows like Mobile Suit Gundam, Dougram, Ideon, and something called Macross.Along with the remnants of late 70s super-robot merchandise sold here as Shogun Warriors, the anime con dealers room in the early 1980s was far from barren. In fact, I still waste my money on that sort of stuff.

Also available at YamatoCon were copies of Mark Hernandez and Don Magness’s Star Blazers fanzine Argo Notes. Future EDC officer/contributor, fan artist and “Between Galaxies” author Logan Darklighter won the model contest with, naturally, a Yamatomodel. It proved to be a pivotal day in Texas anime fandom. Approximately 100 attendees and 8 dealers made the show an unqualified success. Don remembers it this way: “I remember we got to the hotel early and set up the rooms, then went out to breakfast. When we got back, there were 3 young men sitting on the front steps, one of them had a convention flyer. Mark asked if they were there for the con, and they said they were. We went inside and out of their hearing range and had a little celebration. 3 people had come! We had no idea that the place would soon be packed.”

A showing of 100 might not sound like a lot in today’s numbers (“that was about 100 more than we expected,” said Don). However, when considered against the attendance at general SF conventions in 1983 – a time when your absolute largest cons MIGHT draw five or six thousand attendees and your typical Dallas or Atlanta comic book show maxed out at three – YamatoCon‘s ability to nail down that many dealers and customers is commendable.

The show’s importance went beyond the one day; people across Texas and indeed, across fandom as a whole, who were unable to attend or who heard about it after the fact were spurred into action by the mere fact of YamatoCon‘s existence. That such a thing could happen – that Americans could organize and hold a successful anime convention – was both revelation and reassurance. Anime fandom was going to be more than just a video room grudgingly tacked onto the local Star Trek show or a half-page of merchandise in the back of the latest issue of Fangoria.

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[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Imagine the Allies and Axis at a rave with a female partner?? Female partner invited them to a rave! Came back from edc and I miss it already!

I'm so jealous, I've wanted to go to one for a l o n g time, I'm glad you had fun! I'll be splitting this in two posts, one for the allies (this first one) and a second post for the axis :) I hope you enjoy

The Allies' Partner Taking Them To A Rave

TW// alcohol and drug use mentioned (past and present)

America • Alfred Jones

Alfred is looking forward to attending one with you the moment you start talking about your interest in them, as in his few hundred years of being alive, he's been to more than a few raves

He's really only been to some big ones in the US though, so he's not too knowledgeable of the rave customs overseas and he will not think to research them beforehand

Because of this, he definingly rocks up in a colorful outfit more belonging to the late night EDM scene regardless of the setting, and even if he sticks out like a sore thumb, he still has a blast

He just loves the loud music and the crowded environment, using his time to mingle with the other attendees, making sure to spend the majority of his focus on you

In fact, it does not matter your height or size, this boy is incredibly strong and he wants you to sit on his shoulders at least once

When the party ends and you two walk back to your little hotel room, he's talking energetically about it, already excited for the next one you two attend together

This is a side note, but he has done acid before and, if you two are close and he trusts you, he will do it again if you two talk it over beforehand

Canada • Matthew Williams

No no no no no

He will be more than happy to help you get ready or listen to you talk about it afterwards, but he's really not comfortable with the environment

He mainly likes to spend his time in nature out on hikes, surrounded by nothing but wilderness and the chilled northern air, raves however, are a loud, crowded, and hot environment, which is exactly the opposite of how he's like to spend his free time

His one issue, however, is that he has a very hard time saying no to his darling partner, so if you ask him, he'll try his best to go to one with you

At first he doesn't enjoy it in the slightest, but after some help from you (and probably smoking a bit of weed,) he relaxes a little

He absolutely stays away from the center of the warehouse and keeps mental track of where the speakers are, and honestly spends the most of his time outside (he could hear the music from the parking lot tbh)

The next morning, even though he's very burnt out, he admits he had fun, but kindly asks you to never invite him to one again

You both spend the afternoon relaxing and recharging together in a quiet calmness

China • Yao Wang

He's around 4,000 years old, he's lived a long, exciting life full of interesting and unique experiences

A rave, however, is (unsurprisingly) not one of them

In fact, he was mainly unaware of the entire subculture before you have told him about your interest

It was very hard to convince him to go to one in the first place, and he knew he wouldn't enjoy himself as soon as he heard the music from outside the building, but he decided to bite his tongue and let you enjoy your night

The entire evening, he just looked out of place

His long hair was tied back neatly, and he was wearing his regular clothing, he had a near constant expression that looked like something crossed between vague confusion and him having a headache

He ended up not particularly enjoying the night, but at least he got to experience something you would talk positively about (plus Hong Kong thinks he's a bit cooler, so it's something)

He doesn't want to go to another one, but doesn't stop you from attending anymore and will always let you talk about them

England • Arthur Kirkland

He would never admit it, but back in the 1980's when warehouse parties started gaining popularity in the UK, he attended a few raves now and then

He much more preferred the underground rock or punk scene opposed to EDM, but a loud fun illegal event is a loud fun illegal event, so who is he to complain

He was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to accompany you to one though, and he readily agreed (he didn't necessarily express his excitement)

When he gets there, he parties

The kind of music that's playing is a bit out of his norm, but he integrates into the environment surprisingly well, dancing (or an approximant of it) along with the music with you

He doesn't tell you in full, but he's very touched that you invited him and because you felt comfortable enough to do so, he offers to bring you to an underground punk/grunge concert

Attending these kinds of events sort of becomes your guys' thing

France • François Bonnefoy

When you asked him if he wanted to go to one with you, he didn't know what to expect, though he went in excited for the new experience

He's kind of enamored with the flashy and colorful rave fashion in the US raves, and while he wouldn't dress up himself, he loves seeing any special costume, makeup, or accessories you have on for it, and he'll try his best to take any pictures for you if you ask

As for the night itself, while it was very loud and cramped, he still had a lot of fun, dancing and spending time with you

At the end of the night, he's pretty exhausted and ready to go to sleep, but he immediately takes a shower when he gets to your shared hotel room before borderline passing out

He sleeps in quite late the next morning

Later he tells you that he wouldn't want to make it a too frequent of an occurrence, but he wouldn't mind going to another one with you

Russia • Ivan Braginsky

He had never considered attending a rave a single day in his life before you asked him

Much like China, he knew they were a thing, but he didn't really know any specifics

However, seeing as you were the one who asked him, he immediately agreed as soon as the words left your lips

While he had heard you talk about raves before, he didn't really know what to expect, but as it would turn out, he's a very useful person to have around in a rave

He's fun and agreeable, and incredibly tall and intimidating, so there's automatically a bubble of air around the two of you, the other people trying their best not to bump into you or the man you're with

Plus? You'll literally never lose him!!

He's so tall that, on the chance you do get separated, he's like a beacon sticking out of the crowd

As the night closes and fades to sunrise, he walks you two home safely, talking about how much fun it was

He'd go to another one with you, though that's not saying much, considering he'd do anything just to spend time with you

[raideyo]

Things I’ll do once I shift:

(Keep in mind that I have scripted things that may/are different from the original work. This is not all of my DRs. I’ll do an introduction of my DRs in the future.)

- Hazbin Hotel -

✨ Force Alastor to go to a rave. Like, EDC, Lost Lands, Tomorrow Land, Beyond Wonderland, Electric Forest, or Burning Man. Just toss him in and watch him freak the fuck out.

✨ Explore the little town I set myself in before meeting Alastor.

✨ Karaoke with the Gang. I don’t know, Just seems so fun.

✨ Just Dance with Sir Pentious.

- My Hero Academia -

✨ Using my Powers

✨ Skateboarding with Tomoyami and Shinso.

✨ Seeing my Father<3

✨ Just class in general.

- Detroit : Become Human -

✨ Investigations

✨ Talking with Connor and seeing him become Alive.

✨ Reconnecting with Kamski.

✨ My Motorcycles<33

[wqintraining]

NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 2, EPISODE 4

We open with a riff on a James Bond theme playing as we fade in from black into a brief Roberto Da Costa music video, sung by his VA, about how he’s the “hottest” man in the world, with the visuals showing off his awesome heat-based abilities, as well as how sexy he is. 

We transition to Roberto in a hotel room, changing into a tuxedo with his eyes closed as he hums the song, all of this having been in his head. As he finishes getting changed, taking cufflinks out of a box with the initials “EDC” on them, someone mockingly asks if he’s singing. 

Turning around, Roberto grins at Domino, who’s wearing a slinky dress, the camera panning up her body. He says he knows she’s short-tempered, “not the best trait in an assassin if you ask me”, but does even the joy of music annoy her? Domino rolls her eyes. She swears he was never THIS much of a doofus. 

Roberto laughs. He approaches Domino and hooks his arm around hers, leading the two out into the hallway and shutting the door behind them. 

ROBERTO: “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.” 

DOMINO, with no idea what he’s talking about: “HUH?” 

ROBERTO: “Never mind, my dear. Let’s stay focused on the task at hand.” 

Roberto leads the two down the hallway. 

ROBERTO: “We have death machines to obtain.” 

We cut to a stunning beach at sunset, the reddish-purple sky reflected in the pristine water. A wind blows through the sand…or so it seems. Much of the sand of the beach rises up and circles around itself in ways wind could never make it. It dances through the air with a mind of its own, shaping itself into flowers and spreading itself across the sky far and wide. 

The sand eventually settles down and returns to the ground, with much of it reforming into Sooraya. Soo, laying back on the sand, has her eyes closed and is grinning from ear to ear, in complete peace from being in her element. 

“Just as I thought it would, the beach agrees with you.” 

Dust opens her eyes to see Emma standing over her in sunglasses and a bikini. Soo pats herself off as she stands up and thanks Emma for bringing her here. This beach is perfect. 

EMMA: “With how much I paid for it, darling, it should be.” 

Emma apologizes to Sooraya for not having done more for her up until now. She’s suffered the worst of any of her squad, and she’s proven herself to be nearly as capable as Hellion and Wind Dancer, and yet her priorities have remained elsewhere. She hopes today can make up for that. 

Sooraya tells Ms. Frost that she’s everything she was ever taught a good woman shouldn’t be, and yet, so often, she surprises her. 

SOORAYA: “I do not expect or require anything from you at all. So this…this is wonderful.” 

Emma snickers. Sooraya questions what the joke is here, with Emma explaining that this beach, which she now has free access to, is just an appetizer to her real apology. 

EMMA: “I found her, Sooraya.” Dust’s jaw drops. “I found your mother. In two hours, a flight will be taking you and Storm to go see her.” 

Dust’s eyes widen as she cries tears of joy. 

Sunspot and Domino enter a massive, brightly lit casino, filled by men in tuxedos and women in dresses fluttering around, and the sound of hundreds of slot machines. Roberto and Neena banter as they’re patted down by unusually heavily armed security, with the audience getting clued into what they’re doing here. 

When Nova and Stryker were able to get production resumed on sentinels, they were able to create a few prototypes far more powerful than standard ones. Those were the ones that overwhelmed Hellion, Mercury, and Dust. And while without Nova, Stryker, or any of the Purifers left, production has ceased, that won’t last long. The schematics for the “super sentinels” made their way onto the black market, and tonight, they’re the prize for an exclusive poker tournament. 

DOMINO: “Yeah, about that. Remind me how we even got in here? The buy-in was over two million. Didn’t you go broke driving your old man’s company into the ground?” 

ROBERTO, keeping up his smile: “It is true I did not manage Da Costa International as well as my father, but I do not regret my refusal to maintain the practices he used to build the business to where it was. As for how I got my seat, you need not worry. You’re just here to make me look good, and be my lucky charm.” 

Neena rolls her eyes. 

Roberto says that all that matters is that they’re here, and they’re going to win those schematics so they can destroy them. With his brains and her probability manipulation, it should be a cinch. 

On a plane, Sooraya and Ororo are seated together in economy class. Sooraya doesn’t care because all that matters right now is how utterly GLEEFUL she is to be able to rescue her mother, but she is surprised Ms. Frost arranged for them to fly this way. Over Thanksgiving break, she’d flown out her whole squad + Laura on a private jet to one of her estates to celebrate. 

SOORAYA: “I’m still unsure why Ms. Moonstar didn’t want to go with us.” 

Storm doesn’t touch that one for the time being, not wanting to spoil Dust’s mood, instead just answering her question by saying she’s grateful to Emma for finding Mirah Qadir, but she doesn’t want anything else from her. 

STORM: “With Emma, there are always strings attached. Never forget that.” 

But they shouldn’t be talking about Emma right now. Storm wants to hear all about Soo’s mom. Dust quietly speaks about her, a warm smile on her face the entire time. She’s a normal woman, in every way, but also in the best way possible. She is kind, sweet and loving. She is a good Muslim who passed down all of her family's traditions to her. She is a faithful servant of Allah, and she knows he loves her as much as she loves him. And she always did everything she could to take care of her. 

Storm smiles along through all of this and, when Soo is done, tells her that she doesn’t think she sounds normal at all. The traits she just listed off are far more rare than they should be. She’s exceptional. 

STORM: “She always took care of you, little one. And now, you’re going to take care of her.” 

Sooraya nods with pleased determination. 

In the casino, Roberto and Neena wait for the tournament to begin while having some drinks at the bar. Neena mentions that she’s thought about opening up a casino a few times. A couple of her girlfriends are always pushing the idea on her, but she’s never gotten around to it. 

ROBERTO: “I’m sure all the people you kill for a living would appreciate the career change.” 

NEENA: “Please. You aren’t slick, Beto. If you actually had a problem with a few chumps getting headshot, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

ROBERTO: “Our mutual mentor was a soldier from the future who ran around with a gun bigger than you. I may see the gray in the world, but that doesn’t mean I endorse it.” 

Neena chugs back the rest of her drink and orders a refill. 

NEENA: "If you did want me to consider quitting, startup capital for that casino would help big time.” 

ROBERTO, laughing: “One thing at a time.” 

As Beto sips his drink, he points out some of the people he recognizes as power players who are going to be participating in the tournament. 

ROBERTO: “That man in the booth is Carlton Kilgore. One of the most notorious arms dealers on the planet. The not-so-fine lady across from him is Lenore Kensington. You could try guessing the number of workers she’s exploited to death building her hotel empire, but however high you guessed, you wouldn’t come close.” Beto gestures with his head to a muscular Caucasian man nervously walking right past the bar. “The man who’s trying his best to stay sober is Graydon Creed.” 

NEENA: “Wait, as in “Creed” Creed?” 

ROBERTO: “Mmhmm. Sabretooth’s son. Mystique’s too.” 

NEENA: “Get out.”

ROBERTO: “I know, it’s delicious goss. Surprise, surprise, he’s a nasty piece of work. Human too. And he blames all of us for his parents’ sins.” 

A dark-skinned young woman in an elegant red dress with long red gloves enters the bar, sits down at a table, and gets on her phone. 

ROBERTO: “Now, if you’d like a competitor without even a Freudian excuse for their bigotry, look no further than Penelope Enduque. Penny, to the demons she calls friends.” 

NEENA: “She’s a dark sorcerer?” 

ROBERTO: “Worse. A sorority girl. Only 19 years old, but the slavery heiress has already made a hobby out of having young Mutants kidnapped and torturing them to death.” 

Penelope belts out a high-pitched cackle at something on her phone.

NEENA: “Lovely. I see why you brought me.” 

Roberto gets his drink refilled. 

ROBERTO: “There’s no one else I could trust with this.” 

The two both drink, before getting up. It’s time to get ready. 

We cut to Afghanistan. Specifically, a brothel in Afghanistan. It’s a bright, deathly hot morning, The “bitches” are shouted at in Dari to wake the Hell up. They have clients coming in early today. Among the half a dozen Arabic women cramped into a small bedroom is Sooraya’s mother, Mirah. After getting dressed, the women go downstairs, where they’re met by their captors, a group of armed white men. As they chide and threaten the women, it’s made clear that this is just one of a branch of Western-run overseas operations like this. 

One of the men grips Mirah’s face. She barely reacts. He comments that she’s been an annoyingly resilient one, but looking into her eyes, he can see the light has finally gone out. 

MAN #1, translated: “Now that you’re finally housebroken like a good animal, maybe I should have a taste.” 

Mirah struggles to maintain her composure, but she doesn’t have to for long. 

A powerful wind blows the front door off its hinges. As the women cower, the men pull their guns, but they too fill with fear as Storm appears in the doorway, lightning in her eyes. They try shooting at her, but she simply stops the bullets in mid-air with her winds, and shoots them back, right into the men’s kneecaps. As they scream in agony, she knocks each one out with a baseball-sized chunk of hail. 

STORM: “Slavers. Of all who taint this beautiful world, none bring more shame to it than them.” 

Storm turns off her powers and, with a comforting smile, approaches the women, who are all still scared of her. She assures them they have nothing to fear. She is Storm of the X-Men, and she is here to break their chains and set them free. 

WOMAN #1: “X-Men?” 

STORM: “Mutants who seek to make the world a better place.” She turns her head. “Mutants like your daughter, Mirah Qadir.” 

 Mirah’s eyes widen as Sooraya enters the house. 

SOORAYA, in disbelief: “Ommi…” 

MIRAH, in equal astonishment: “Sooraya…” 

Without another word, the two run up to each and hug, crying tears of joy over being reunited. The other women are no longer afraid and cheer in celebration, with Storm enjoying the happy sight and feeling proud of herself, telling them all to follow her. 

In the casino, Domino stands right outside the backroom alongside the other players’ dates and security guards. Inside, the game is getting started. Roberto, Carlton, Lenore, Graydon, Penny, and John Sublime sit around a table, along with three elderly men, and the dealer, who welcomes them all and introduces himself. He was a Purifier and one of William Stryker’s closest confidantes. He has no means left to continue their holy mission, and, while he does not approve of the means anyone sitting here has used to obtain their fortunes, he knows that with their power and connections, and the weapons he has to offer, their work can still be completed. 

They’ve all paid the 2.5 million buy-in. They each have 25 chips. And it’s time to begin. 

As the cards are dealt, the players get a moment to converse and size each other up. 

GRAYDON: “That’s a nice speech and all, but then why exactly am I sitting across from not only a Mutant, but an X-Man?” 

CARLTON: “I had the same thought.” 

Lenore and the old men hum in agreement. 

SUBLIME: “Wow, you people are so harsh and judgemental. Not everyone at this table hates Mutants. Some of us just think their parts can be put to better use. Go on, Mr. Da Costa, I’m sure you have an excellent reason for being here. Otherwise, I’ll have to assume our dear host is under telepathic influence and, well…that wouldn’t be good for anyone here.” 

PENNY: “Yes, please enlighten us. Patience is not among the short list of virtues I possess.” 

With all eyes on him, Roberto leans back casually in his chair and laughs. 

ROBERTO: “Carlton, Lenore, you were both associates of my father in the Hellfire Club, correct?” They continue to stare. “It shouldn’t be so hard to believe I picked up a thing or two from him. For my own well-being, unfortunate measures are sometimes necessary. Our host and his baseline co-workers played a role in destroying Genosha, but it was a Mutant pulling William Stryker’s strings, and a Mutant who prevented the X-Men from stopping its destruction.” Roberto form changes for a moment. “Look at me. I can bend and melt steel. I’m dangerous certainly, but no more to most than an assault rifle.” He changes back. “It’s because of those among us who threaten our entire shared world that I desire the prize, not so I can destroy it.” 

Some people at the table appear convinced. Others not so much. 

GRAYDON: “You believe all this? Really?!” 

PURIFIER, remorsefully: “Mr. Da Costa is correct that a blasphemous Mutant disguised herself as our lord, and was the true power behind the Purifers. He exposed me to this terrible truth, and for that, tonight, he receives my trust. A demon who fights other demons is no better than the rest of his kind, but could potentially be more effective. Now, are there any further objections to his presence?” 

Silence. 

PURIFER: “Very well then. Let’s begin.” 

Roberto leans forward and picks up his cards, only to notice Penny staring at him with eager eyes. 

In a moderately nice hotel, Sooraya, Storm, and Mirah are sat down to a meal. Mirah has been able to clean herself up, get clean clothes on, and is eating more than she has in over a year. She wants to be slow and polite about it, but Sooraya, who could not be happier about life right now, assures her Allah will not mind her eating a little faster to restore her health. 

Mirah does pick up the pace a little, but what she’s most happy to hear from her daughter is that living in America hasn’t stripped away her culture or her faith. 

MIRAH, translated: “I am…surprised. You even still wear your burqa.” 

SOORAYA, translated: “I never wore it because I had to, Mother. I wear it for myself, and the modesty and protection is affords.” 

Mirah is delighted that Sooraya is in a place where she gets to make that choice. Sooraya excitedly tells her she can come live with her in America. The headmasters at the Mutant school she attends are extremely powerful, and have the connections to help her immigrate. 

Mirah cries tears of joy. She’d love that. As she dabs her eyes, she turns to Storm. 

MIRAH, translated: “I do not know anything about Mutants. But I know that you are heroes. And that you are making my daughter into one as well. Thank you.” 

STORM, translated: “Teaching children like Sooraya, the pleasure is all mine.” 

Storm turns to her Dust and tells her she already called Scott, and the arrangements are in-progress. She should be a full US citizen with a home by the end of the semester. 

DUST: “Mr. Summers and Ms. Frost can really do anything, can’t they?” 

STORM: “For better and for worse.” 

Ororo tells her that this will be her home too when not in school, so she should start thinking about what she and her mother would like. 

SOORAYA: “Thank you. But I’m not leaving my mother alone ever again.” 

STORM: “What do you mean?” 

SOORAYA: “I mean…I’m leaving the school.” 

In the first hand of the poker tournament, Roberto intentionally loses a quarter of his money. Penny wins the pot, while he makes himself appear needlessly reckless and poor at counting cards, having told Domino previously not to activate her luck powers in his favor until the second hand. He couldn’t make the cheating TOO obvious, after all. 

In the following hands, Roberto cleans up, winning hand after hand after hand, sprinkling in the occasional small loss. 

Outside in the hall, Domino snickers to herself as she listens to the reactions she’s causing among the losers. As she picks up her head, she notices a brain in a jar floating next to her. 

DOMINO: “Um…hi? Can I help you?” 

The water in Martha’s tank bubbles. 

DOMINO: “Right. Great talk.” 

After eight rounds, Roberto has a dominant lead, and the three old men, Lenore, and Graydon have been cleaned it, Graydon shouting on his way out than they better not let the Mutant win, and Lenore huffing that she has better things to do at home with her cats, anyway. 

With only Roberto, Sublime, Penny, and Carlton still in, the four finalists are encouraged to take a small break, and be back in 15 minutes. While the other three go to do just that, Sublime stays behind for a moment. 

PURIFIER: “Is something wrong, Mr. Sublime?” 

SUBLIME: “Oh, not at all! I may be in third place right now, but it’s like I tell my boys: it’s not where you start, it’s where you finish.” 

PURIFIER: “A respectable attitude. What is it then?” 

SUBLIME: “Nothing too serious. I just can’t allow the X-Men to take my sentinels.” 

Sublime sticks his hand directly into the Purifier’s stomach with one hand, covering his mouth with his other. Sublime dissolves into microscopic dust, as he infects the Purifier’s body. The Purifier initially takes on Sublime’s form, before shitftng back into the form of his new host body. 

SUBLIME: “Nothing personal, chum.” 

With night having fallen, and Mirah asleep in their hotel room, Storm and Sooraya speak out on the balcony. Ororo asks her what she meant earlier. Soo answers that she meant exactly what she said. She loves the school, and her friends, and her teachers, but she only ever stayed there because she had nowhere else to go. Because she didn’t have her mother. And now, her mom needs her more than ever. She isn’t abandoning her. 

SOORAYA, loiwering her head: “She praised you all for being heroes, and for making me one as well. But I don’t want to be a hero. Not like that. I’m not Sofia or Julian or Noriko or Cessily. I don’t like fighting. I don’t want my life to be about fighting.” 

We flashback to when Sooraya first developed her powers, transforming into jagged sand to skin away the flesh of two of her captors. 

Back in the present…

SOORAYA: “I killed two people before Cyclops and Logan found me. Maybe that is why Laura and I bonded so easily. I don’t know. I just know I never want to do anything like that again. I never want to feel the way I felt fighting the Sentinels again. I may have performed better than the others, but I hated it. I only want peace.” 

Storm takes a moment to think. When she’s done, she lightly presses her fingers against Sooraya’s chin and picks her head up. 

STORM, smiling: “If you do not wish to stay at the school, that is your choice. If you do not wish to be an X-Man like your friends, no one will ever make you. Your family, and living the life which will make you happiest comes first. We will all support your decision.” 

Sooraya is pleased to hear that. 

STORM, her hand removed and smile faded: “However, much as it pains to me to say it, no matter what you do, there will be no peace for you. Not until the X-Men’s mission of achieving harmony between baselines and Mutants is complete. Until then, even if you are not an X-Man, you will have to fight. That is the reality of the world. That is what it means to be a Mutant.” 

Sooraya takes a breath. 

SOORAYA: “I have other reasons people in America will hate me besides being a Mutant. As do you. Even if the dream is achieved, that will not change. I will not live in fear. I will not seek out battles. I will live my life the way I want to. I wish you all luck, but your fight is not my own.” 

Ororo nods her head along, and says she understands. But she wants her to understand she’ll always have a home with them. Sooraya thanks her once again, and the two hug.  

Roberto sits down at the casino bar, pleased with his performance so far. 

ROBERTO: “A martini. Shaken, not stirred.” 

The bartender rolls his eyes as he turns around to get him his drink. He isn’t the only one who finds this unammusing. 

PENNY, sitting down next to him: “Playing James Bond? Really? How childish.” She turns to the bartender. “A chocolate milk please.” 

The bartender, wondering where these man and women children are coming from, does his best to remain polite. 

BARTENDER: “I’m sorry, ma’am. We do not have any kind of milk.” 

PENNY: “Oh. A coke shall do then.”

 As the bartender pours her drink, Penny turns back to Roberto. 

PENNY: “You’re putting on quite the show in there.” 

ROBERTO: “You’re not too bad yourself.” 

PENNY: “A constant of my life. Though I can’t say I possess your gift for gab. It’s impressive.” 

ROBERTO: “My skills come as naturally to me as our good looks do to us both ”

Penny is handed her drink and the two clink glasses. 

Penny laughs under her breath. 

PENNY: “Dignified. Intelligent. Sensible. Charming.You’re a credit to your species, Mr. Da Costa.” 

ROBERTO: “Hey, now, Mutants and humans are not separate species. We share all but a single gene.” 

PENNY: “Oh, please. Don’t go all progressive on me now.” 

Carlton enters the bar. 

ROBERTO: “I did not mean to upset you. And if you don’t hate me for that comment, I would love to show your what my mouth is good for besides gab.”

Penny immediately throws her drink in Roberto’s face. 

PENNY: “I’ve never been so quickly disappointed.” Penny gets up and stomps off. “Damn Muties are all the same.” 

Carlton laughs at this sight. 

Roberto grabs a napkin, but also licks some of the soda on his face. 

The next morning in Afghanistan, Sooraya and Mirah are woken up by their alarm clock, Storm having slept in a separate room. As they get up, Mirah raves about the temporary housing that was set up for her that she’ll be staying in until her immigration process is complete. Sooraya is just so fortunate to have met these wonderful people. 

SOORAYA, getting changed: “Cyclops and Ms. FrostI don’t believe you’d approve of them.” 

MIRAH: “Nonsense!” She takes her daughter’s hands. “They brought us back together. And in a few months, we will never be apart again.” 

Sooraya grips her mother’s hands back. 

SOORAYA: “Mother, I thought about it, and I’ve decided I’m not returning to America with Storm. I’m going to stay here with you until we can both leave. I’ll return to school eventually, but not to one that separates us.” 

Mirah pulls alway with concern. Sooraya questions what’s wrong. Mirah tells her that she understands her. They’ve both been through so many horrible experiences and she’s missed Sooraya just as much as she’s missed her. But Xavier’s is the type of opportunity she never could have imagined for her. More than, even in America, she could ever provide for her. She has a place where she’s free to be whoever she wants, and surrounded by friends and mentors who care about her. That’s guiding her toward a real future, while helping her learn to control what makes her special. 

SOORAYA, quietly: “You support me being a Mutant?” 

MURAH: “Child, why wouldn’t I?! Allah has blessed you. He felt your love and made you special. He gave you the power to protect yourself and fight in his name. He led you to your new home.” 

Mirah doesn’t understand how anyone could ever think being a Mutant is anything but a gift. Sooraya, with everything she’s seen, just mumbles that she doesn’t understand either. 

Soo is glad her mom thinks of her mutation this way, she’s often thought about it this way herself, but that doesn’t change how she feels about everything else. Yes, she’s never been happier than the time she’s spent with her friends at school, but she’s already mastered her gifts well-enough, and she only wants to use them to protect the two of them. Is that really so wrong? To not want to fight? 

MIRAH, shuts her eyes and smiles: “Fight in the cause of Allah those who fight you, but do not transgress limits; for Allah loveth not transgressors.” 

She opens her eyes and hums about how good it feels to speak his words again. She tells Sooraya that, no, there’s nothing wrong with any choice she makes. But she is a woman who can take care of herself. And Sooraya is so much more. With the X-Men, she can help people and serve Allah in so many ways. 

MIRAH: “Tell me…do you know of a single other believer who is a Mutant?” Sooraya shakes her head. “Exactly. He chose you, and only you, for a reason. I know it.” Mirah hugs Sooraya once again. “Stay with me if you’d like. But don’t stay for me.” 

Despite being certain in her choice last night, Soo is now unsure about what to do. 

Roberto, Penny, and Carlton re-enter the poker room, Roberto having held the door open for Penny, with her scoffing at him and turning her nose up in response. The only ones remaining outside the room are Domino and two security guards. 

DOMINO, on her earpiece: “Sunspot, Sublime’s pet brain is gone.”

SUNSPOT, on her earpiece: “So is the man himself it would seem.” 

Suddenly, a chill goes down the three remaining gamblers’ spines as they’re frozen in place. The camera reveals Martha in her brain jar is stuck to the ceiling. 

PENNY: “What the Hell?!” 

ROBERTO: “Well, my dear, it seems Sublime realized he wasn’t going to win here. If I had to wager, I’d say he’s kidnapped our host and is forcing him to take him to the prize.”

CARLTON: “Dammit! How many Mutants came to this damn thing! If that good for nothing religious freak is still alive, I’ll feed him to my damn sha–” 

Before he can continue, Martha takes further control of his body, forcing him to repeatedly run face first into one of the hard wood walls, cracking his skull open more and more each time, until he falls over, dead. 

ROBERTO: “I can’t say I’m a fan of the loss of human life, but if someone had to die, you couldn’t have killed worse. I do hope you won’t mess up MY pretty face though.” 

PENNY: “And mine, right? You’re going to get us out of this, X-Man?” 

ROBERTO: “Is this the part where you say you’ve had a sudden change of heart about Mutants?” 

PENNY: “No, it’s the part where I’d prefer anything to being killed by one.” 

Roberto sighs. He’s sorry, but he has no plan here. 

Cut to Domino racing down the halls of casino, having disabled Carlton’s men. 

ROBERTO, over the coms: “If only I’d left my come device connecting me to my bodyguard just now. I’d be able to alert her. Oh, but no. It isn’t as if we scoped out this entire building in advance and determined where the prize was being secured after all.” 

Masquerading as the Purifer, Sublime is escorted by casino employees into “his” vault. One which contains nothing save for a single flashdrive. 

Sublime eagerly picks it up, only to hear gunshots ring as the casino employees both drop to the floor in pain. Domino points her pistols at Sublime, saying that if she ran casino games, she’d never back out at the last minute just because someone was on a winning streak. 

She orders him to hand over the drive if he wants to live. Sublime responds by holding the drive up, and then putting it in his mouth and swallowing it. 

SUBLIME: “No can do I’m afraid.” 

Domino gets pissed and shoots at him, but he somehow maneuvers all around them and kicks her in the face. 

SUBLIME: “Oh, this body is actually quite physically proficient. It may be almost able to keep up with me.” 

Neena swings at him and engages in hand to hand, but she’s outclassed, as Sublime kicks her around. 

SUBLIME: “Hmm. I’d heard you were better than this.” 

NEENA: “You know who I am?” 

With one foot holding Neena down on the floor, Sublime goes to pick up one of her guns. Neena momentarily exerts her powers to cause him to trip and fall. WIth him momentarily caught off guard, she grabs hold of her pistols herself, and fills Sublime with bullets from behind, putting him down, seemingly killing him. Notably, he does not revert to his true form. 

NEENA: “Clearly not well enough.” 

ROBERTO, over coms: “Domino, update.” 

Neena looks over at Sublime’s body and smirks, firing off her gun into the air. 

NEENA, aggressively: “Still in pursuit! Going on silent!” 

ROBERTO: “Wait, Domino, don’t–!” 

Neena turns off her comm and laughs. 

NEENA: “Now, how did I dissect that frog back in 6th grade?” 

Later, Neena exits the casino with some bruises, a partially torn dress, a flashdrive worth around 25 million dollars, and no partner. 

Domino turns her comm back on, but doesn’t call Sunspot. 

DOMINO: “I have the drive and I’m on my way out of town. Mission accomplished, Mr. Cortez.” 

CORTEZ, over coms: “Magnificent! With some minor programming tweaks, we can use these sentinels to exterminate humanity once and for all!” 

DOMINO, remorseful: “I just left one of my oldest friends behind to die. But after Genosha, this is the only option Mutants have. It needed to be done.” 

Dominio and Cortez work out meetup details and hang up as she gets into the car she and Roberto arrived in, telling the driver that her partner will be making his own way home and to drive her to the airport immediately. 

Neena is then shocked by the driver’s voice. 

ROBERTO: “You see I’d be happy too, except I tragically never got my license.” 

Neena is even more shocked by who’s revealed to be sitting in the passenger seat. 

PENNY: “And I would sooner die than dirty my hands on a steering wheel.” 

NEENA: “What…what is going on?” 

With a psychic blast, Penny knocks Neena unconscious. 

ROBERTO: “I’m sorry, Domino. For once in my life, I’d hoped to be wrong.” 

At sunset in Afghanistan, Storm, Soo, and Mirah stand outside her moderately nice, though still far nicer than anywhere she’s lived previously, home. Storm says that it obviously isn’t safe for Mirah to go out on her own, so they’ve done their best to fill the house with canned food and supplies so she doesn’t have to go anywhere. And if she needs anything else, she need only call. 

Mirah thanks Storm one last night, adding that it’s hard to believe the only difference between them is a single gene. She seems so much more than human. 

STORM, laughing: “You’re far from the first to say so.” 

Ororo asks Dust if this is goodbye then. Soo takes one more moment to think, looking to her mother, to Storm, and up into the sky. 

SOORAYA, composed: “No. I was made who I am and guided to the X-Men for a reason. Being the only Mutant of my faith cannot be a coincidence, I do not like fighting, but the only way I can live my life without having to do so is to fight now.” 

Storm and Mirah both appear pleased with her decision. Soo embraces her mother, and is hugged back. The two share a personal moment as they say goodbye, their dialogue not being translated for the audience. This is for them. 

With their goodbyes said, Storm and Dust fly off to catch their plane. 

Storm expresses her pride in Sooraya for making this decision. She knows it wasn’t easy for her, but she promises they’ll make a great X-Man out of her. Soo knows she will be. 

STORM: “Oh, but to what you said before: you aren’t the only Muslim Mutant.” 

DUST: “What?! Who else is there? Why haven’t I been introduced? Do not tell me they are a villain.” 

STORM: “No. Not a villain. But I don’t think she’s what you’re imagining either.” 

Cut to Penny, stretched out on her yacht in a string bikini. 

Roberto comes upstairs, wearing only a speedo, with an ice bucket of champagne in hand. 

ROBERTO: “Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix AKA M.” He sits down next to her and pours them each a glass of champagne. “You’re even more impressive than they say.” 

MONET: “Do not insult me. I am far more impressive than that.” 

Roberto, with a dashing smile: “Touche.” 

The two clink their glasses and sip. 

Roberto informs Monet that SHIELD has collected Domino, but they couldn’t find any sign of the Purifer, Sublime, or the brain Monet put to sleep. 

ROBERTO: “We can deal with the others, but my concern is for the brain. We have no idea what they are, if they’re a Mutant or something else, and if they are, they may be in for a punishment for their failure.” 

MONET: “Then I suppose it’s up to the brave and heroic X-Men to save them.” 

ROBERTO: “Are you mocking us?” 

MONET: “No. Well, a little. Yes. But I’m moreso curious. Why recruit me for this mission instead of one of your teammates? Not that I'm complaining. Double majoring in business and quantum physics doesn't quite match the action Generation X and I used to get into.” 

Taking a longer sip of his drink, Roberto explains what’s been going on here. After Genosha, while everyone else was still recovering, he was the only one who thought of the fact that the schematics for those new sentinels were still out there, along with a few stray Purifers. As he looked into it and investigated, he discovered the poker tournament being arranged. He could have informed the X-Men so they could storm the casino and take it by force, but that would just be additional bad publicity on top of what they’re already facing. And additionally, he caught wind that Fabian Cortez, “more or less the embodiment of the worst parts of Magneto from the old days”, would be sending in Domino as a player. 

ROBERTO: “I wanted to believe that information was wrong, and my old friend hadn’t been so far radicalized, so I contacted her, played dumb about what I’d heard, and asked her to help me. She had to say “Yes” no matter what, as either she’d be naturally interested in aiding me, or she’d need to avoid drawing suspicion to herself.”

Roberto wasn’t confident in his ability to defeat Domino by himself should she betray him, however, so he needed further assistant: Monet. Casting her the femme fatale to his handsome spy, he knew that if she did turn traitor and take the drive for herself, Monet and her litany of powers could stop her without issue. 

ROBERTO: “Super strength, super speed, flight, telepathy, and super intelligence. What can’t you do?” 

Monet coughs as she took a long sip of champagne, setting her glass down and pressing her hand to her forehead. 

MONET: “Hold my liquor, evidently.” 

Roberto continues to explain that Sublime’s presence and actions were ones he couldn’t account for, but with Monet so easily able to counter the brain’s telepathy, he was able to adapt accordingly. 

ROBERTO: “Emma taught you well.” 

MONET, getting groggy: “Oh, please never say that again. I don’t know how any of you put up with her.” 

ROBERTO: “Would you believe me if I told you Cyclops is sleeping with her?” 

Monet takes a moment to respond. 

MONET, flatly: “No. No, I would not.” 

The two sit in silence for a moment as Roberto finishes his drink and sets his glass down. As he stands up and tosses on a robe, he cracks his neck, rolls his shoulders, and takes a deep breath. 

He tells Monet that they made a good team tonight. And he was hoping she’d be interested in continuing this relationship. 

Monet floats over to him, landing on the floor and resting a hand on her hip. 

MONET: “What exactly do you mean by that?” 

Roberto smiles up at the sky. 

ROBERTO: “When word first got out that the X-Men were coming back together and were recruiting, I was living in Genosha as part of Magneto’s inner circle. He’d been the New Mutants’ headmaster in the past, and, more recently, had taken me specifically under his wing. When he invited the New X-Men to Genosha, he did truly want to speak with Cyclops about current affairs, but his true goal was to plant me on the team so I could monitor them.” 

For the first time, Monet appears surprised. 

ROBERTO: “I did my job, staying in the background and keeping an eye out for anything he should know. But now, with him missing, I’ve been left to act autonomously.” Roberto lowers his head and looks right at Monet. “The destruction of Genosha has changed everything. There’s no getting around that. For the time being, I’m happy to continue saving people with the X-Men, make jokes, and allow Cyclops to run the show. However, should our situation escalate any further, I will have no choice but to take control of matters myself. It may be messy. It may be unpleasant. It definitively won’t be very X-Men-like. But if I am to step into darkness, I cannot do it alone. I need a partner. And there isn’t a better one I could ask for than you.” 

Roberto reaches out a hand. Monet, with an unreadable expression, takes a moment to think. 

MONET: “Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpant under’t.” 

ROBERTO, smirking: “Is that a yes?” 

MONET, emotionlessly looking back at him: “It means I’ll call you when I make up my mind.” She spins around and begins floating toward the ocean. “I am going for a swim. You can show yourself out.” 

Roberto nods, wishing Monet St. Croix a good night, and heads back downstairs to get dressed. 

Monet dives into the ocean, initially swimming calmly and with perfect form. However, once she’s sure Roberto is out of earshot…

MONET, swimming and splashing around wildly, giggling to herself: “Ahhhh! That was so much fun!” 

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No but do you think that Percy Jackson who is canonically studying marine science would take a marine mammals course and just like,, make stuff up? Prof would call him out on his nonsense and Percy would be like, no it really does happen I can show you. And then he’d take the prof to a random spot where he’s already conversed with the local wildlife to perform as suggested in his paper that his teacher admonished him for. I just like to think that Percy would make the most of his marine degree by being maximally chaotic about his abilities.

13 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#4

13 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

I love meeting people and having those moments of “no shut up no WAY you like this incredibly niche thing too????” And then asking one million incredibly niche questions about the incredibly niche thing

16 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

Thanks for the tag @the---hermit ! 💕

Nickname: tbh i don't really have one? Some friends call me b. Just the letter b. (Short for Bea.) Others call me Emma or Sara bc for some reason people seem to mistake me for those names fairly frequently. Like a weird amount. Neither of those even slightly resemble Grace, but i guess they still count as nicknames?

Sign: Cancer

Height: somewhere around 5'7? 5'8?

Last thing I googled: EDC removal biodegradation

Song stuck in my head: Fired My Therapist by Madelline

No. of followers: on this account it's a pleasant 198!! Love you guys! 💕💕

Amount of sleep: 2 hrs. Help. Akjxkajska

Lucky number: 3, 7, 11, 12

Dream job: probably like a museum or hotel guest services specialist. Working with people directly to teach them about local wildlife and natural history while also still having highly variable days that allow me to work within a WIDE skill set. I think I'd also really like consulting as a sustainable design specialist! Or being a professor! Or scientific diving! Or-!

Wearing: Very comfy teal-ish pajama pants + yellow shirt + pinkish peach sweatshirt

Movies/books that summarize you: BOOKS: The Martian by Andy Weir, The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges, The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, Instant Karma AND Cress by Marissa Meyer, Journey to the Center of The Earth by Jules Verne, Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell, Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan, Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. MOVIES: Princess Bride, Moana, Finding Nemo, Frozen, The Sound of Music

Favorite song: Take the Weight by Kristin Stokes and Rob Rokicki. (Subject to change in the next 30-1300 seconds)

Aesthetic: morning light shining through crystals in windows and casting rainbows all around a room. Water splashing up and sparkling in the light during an early morning paddle out to a quiet surfing spot. overgrown jungle trails teeming with unusual life. Paint stains on old t-shirts and paintbrushes tucked into perpetually wild hair. Well-worn field guides, pocket-sized sketch pads, multi tools long since broken in, creased maps covered in scrawled writing, and pages and pages of notes (with exclamation points aplenty) on how to read the land, sea, and sky. Stacks of books lovingly arranged and filled with homemade book marks (paint swatches with doodles inked on). Dream destinations tacked up on the wall. Musical instruments and songbooks in every corner. Whiteboards with doodles and architectural sketch ideas with arrows pointing to hastily written acronyms and questions. Laptop with one million tabs open. Leg always bouncing, eyes always starry, shoes always tied tightly ready for the next adventure. Always humming. Faint smell of green tea and vanilla.

Favorite authors: Marissa Meyer, Rick Riordan, Neal Shusterman, Rachel Carson

Favorite animal noise: when my dog gets really excited she does this lil grunting thing that sounds a bit like a contented Berkshire pig. She's so weird i love her so much.

Random: I have a long term goal of watching all the Disney movies in the primary language of the country in which they’re set, so I’m trying to learn like All The Languages. It’s a lot but it’s FUN. The University of Hawaii at Manoa sent me a copy of Moana in Hawaiian like a year ago and I’m STILL freaking out about it ITS SO COO L.

No pressure tagging: @daydreaming-optimist @contre-qui @seasoftea @sttchingllies @oceanok @willowstea @thiscolorfulmess @suckstobehuman @whats-in-a-username @silhouette-of-sarah @humble-boness @earlymoderngothic @cheshire-castle-library @noa-the-physicist @backtomycorner @permanentreverie @notetaeker and anyone else who wants to join in!

16 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Picrew Chain

Make a picrew that looks like your interpretation/imagination of the person you've reblogged from!

@contre-qui and I both loved this picrew by Grgikau.

(No pressure) tagging @contre-qui (hi Mari!). We're going to reblog with our mental images of each other so you guys can get an idea of how this works!

70 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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[fountainpenday]

#edc in Frankfurt today for Paperworld. Tagging along is the @plotter_jp Bible size and @esterbrook_official JR Beleza. The @lindt chocolates were waiting in the room 👌 . #fountainpenday #pen #journal #writing #style #penaddict #fountainpenday2023 #calligraphy #paper #fountainpen #ink #write #celebrate #fpn #fountainpenaddict #plotter #handwriting #journaling #nib #love #germany #pencollector #friends #frankfurt #esterbrook #writingcommunity #万年筆 #만년필 (at Frankfurt Marriott Hotel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoKpq-2q1JX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[johnllenos]

Utopialogy Old testament:

1.)Integral:Parks and Fun-Runs

2.)Biological:Plants and Animals

3.)Chemical:Hygiene and Grooming

4.)Physical 1:Supplies and EDC Items

5.)Mathematical:LSAT

6.)Culinary:Restaurants Levels 1 and 2

7.)Medical:RCY-SI, Vaccines to Insurance

8.)Architectural:Landscapes and Buildings

9.)Transportations:Private and Public(Land,Air and Water)

10.)Commercial:Services,Malls Levels 1 and 2, Hotels and Resorts

11.)Digital:Reads,Writing,Music,Games,Movies, Chatbots,Tools and Social Medias

12.)Philosophical-Theological

13.)Anthropological-Sociological:Pedagogy

14.)Linguistics and Literature

15.)Physical 2:Sports,Games and Exercises

16.)Economical:Skills

17.)Political-Tactical

[hotellincolnsquare55]

Conservation Efforts in Thekkady: How the Forests are Protected

Thekkady is one of Kerala's most valued natural reserves, renowned for its rich fauna and lush forests. The Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary, a sanctuary for animals and an essential environment for many species of plants and animals is located in the center of this area. The community and authorities of Thekkady actively participate in conservation efforts to protect this priceless natural scenery, which adds to the area's uniqueness beyond merely its natural beauty.

A Rich Ecosystem Under Protection

With 925 square kilometers under its protection, the Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary is a hub for wildlife. The sanctuary, which is home to tigers, sambar deer, elephants, and many bird species, is essential to the preservation of India's wildlife. In addition to acting as a habitat, these woods are vital wildlife corridors in the Western Ghats. These woods are very important, so it is imperative that measures to preserve and safeguard them are well thought out and carried out.

Engaging Local Communities

The local population's strong participation in conservation initiatives is one of Thekkady's most notable features. Poaching and illicit logging were major dangers to the health of the forest in the past. But thanks to programs like the Eco-Development Committees (EDCs), the people who before depended on these harmful activities have been transformed into forest guardians. By providing alternate revenue streams like eco-tourism, these committees lessen the impact of human activity on the forest.

These initiatives enable locals to support conservation efforts while earning a living wage. Examples of this employment include eco-guides for trekking and safaris. This win-win concept demonstrates how environmental conservation and sustainable growth may go hand in hand.

Anti-poaching and Wildlife Protection

The Periyar Tiger Reserve, a vital portion of Thekkady, features one of the most thorough anti-poaching initiatives in India. The refuge turns ex-poachers into forest guards in an effort to stop illicit hunting, converting them from threats to wildlife defenders. These men now assist in ensuring that poaching is kept under control and that animal populations are watched after and safeguarded thanks to their extensive knowledge of the forest and the behavior of wildlife.

In order to make sure that the wildlife, particularly endangered animals like the Bengal tiger, is well-protected, the forest service uses sophisticated monitoring tools, video traps, and routine patrols to track movements and activities within the reserve.

Forest Fire Prevention and Management

Forest fires can cause irreparable damage to ecosystems, and Thekkady’s forests are no exception. To tackle this threat, the Periyar Tiger Reserve employs strict fire management protocols. Firebreaks, cleared paths in the forest, are created to stop the spread of fires, and watchtowers are used to keep an eye on potential fire hazards. In addition, local tribes and community members are trained to help control and manage fires, ensuring quick responses and minimizing damage.

Responsible Tourism and Sustainability

Thekkady depends heavily on tourism, but as more people visit, there is a chance that the ecosystem that draws them in will be harmed. Strict laws that encourage responsible travel have been put in place to counteract this. Visitors are warned not to litter, are informed about the value of conservation, and are discouraged from upsetting the wildlife.

The Periyar Green Walk program, which enables visitors to explore the forest sustainably, is one noteworthy endeavor. Visitors are taken on nature hikes by knowledgeable tribal guides who urge them to enjoy the ecology without causing any disturbances. This program promotes a deeper appreciation and reverence for the environment.

Many hotels in Thekkady also contribute to conservation efforts by adhering to eco-friendly practices. These include the use of solar power, rainwater harvesting, and waste management systems to reduce their environmental footprint. Travelers are encouraged to stay at eco-conscious accommodations, further promoting sustainability in the region.

Biodiversity Conservation Projects

Thekkady is home to numerous ongoing conservation and research initiatives aimed at maintaining the ecosystem's equilibrium. These initiatives concentrate on understanding the effects of human activities, investigating animal behavior, and developing innovative approaches to environmental protection.

An important part of conservation efforts is reforestation, where thousands of trees are planted year to preserve the integrity of the forest and recover degraded regions. These programs aid in lowering soil erosion, enhancing water retention, and giving wildlife refuge and food.

In summary

The local people, forest officials, and visitors to the area have all contributed to the conservation efforts in Thekkady, which is a witness to their commitment and collaboration. Thekkady is still a wonderful destination for nature enthusiasts and a sanctuary for wildlife because of the preservation of this fragile ecosystem. Responsible tourism, community involvement, and anti-poaching patrols work together to guarantee that Thekkady's forests are preserved for the enjoyment and experience of future generations.

[carnivorousbelvedere]

Am I at the mainstage at EDC or is this a fan song for hazbin hotel

It had no right to go this hard @_@

[apnaaghar]

An outstanding and classy architecture that marks the beginning and functioning of very first Hotel Unit on PR-7 at Roselyn Square

A WELL GROOMED ROOM

Top Floor

Super Area: 636 Sq. Ft.

Fully Furnished

LEASED

Rent: ₹50,000/- per month with 36 Months Locking

Introductory Price: ₹1,20,00,048/-+ AMC ₹3,24,207/- advance for 3 Years

Other Charges

Fire Fighting: ₹150/- per Sq. Ft. + GST

IFMS: ₹100/- per Sq. Ft.

Power Backup: ₹150/- Sq. Ft. + GST

EDC: ₹150 per Sq. Ft. + GST

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[n-thakur]

THAKUR'S - Ultra luxury hotel rooms at Roselyn Square

An outstanding and classy architecture that marks the beginning and functioning of very first Hotel Unit on PR-7 at Roselyn Square

A WELL GROOMED ROOM

Top Floor

Super Area: 636 Sq. Ft.

Fully Furnished 

LEASED

Rent: ₹50,000/- per month with 36 Months Locking

Introductory Price: ₹1,20,00,048/-+ AMC ₹3,24,207/- advance for 3 Years

Other Charges

Fire Fighting: ₹150/- per Sq. Ft. + GST

IFMS: ₹100/- per Sq. Ft.

Power Backup: ₹150/- Sq. Ft. + GST

EDC: ₹150 per Sq. Ft. + GST

Immediate Registry

Terms & Conditions Apply

THAKUR'S

Call us at:- 8699457974