Open Log

[ascending_angel]

WHO: Warren Worthington III and OPEN
WHERE: Anywhere in the City; the Institute, All That Jazz, the Park, the sky, patrolling--you name it
WHEN: ALL DAY TODAY
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
SUMMARY: Warren just got back from Vegas and has lots of errands and stuff to catch up on. Come bump into him somewhere/anywhere/anyhow I would love CR of the new or old variety. I'm up for sparring, socializing, and even fighting if you'd rather play with the Horseman of Death. Just specify in your subject!
FORMAT: Anything you want! More info under the cut, for context's sake. I would love for multiple threads too, FYI, so just pick a time throughout his day!



[A trip out of state for three days put Warren behind on his usual scheduled activities, so today he'd been working on getting caught up on that. The morning found him at the Xavier Institute, collecting his bills, training, and running through an exercise in the Danger Room.

Later, he found himself walking (and flying) the streets and in and out of various stores and banks. Picking up coffee, especially, was a necessity, especially before he headed to the bar to hang out work for most of the evening.

After that was a mash up of patrolling and hitting up a few more bars here and there for drinks. Warren, being the naturally social creature that he was, had no problem stopping and chatting to people along the way.

The night, as usual, ended very late.]

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All That Jazz//Evening!

[evangelined.livejournal.com]

It was working time for Tiana as she began her shift at All That Jazz. Putting her hair up and gloves on her hands, she was prepping the kitchen and the counter for business when she saw her boss come in.

"Good evenin', Warren!" She called out with a smile. "How are you today?"

[ascending_angel]

"Tiana!" Warren greeted charmingly, as he made his way into the kitchen with every intention of getting some food into his gut. He'd already been working for a good portion of the day at the point, so dinner was so calling out to him.

"I'd say I was in excellent shape, but I'm a bit famished. What would your lovely self be willing to whip up about now?"

[evangelined.livejournal.com]

And where dinner called, Tiana was there to cook it.

"How 'bout some beef risotto? I was just gettin' out the rice, actually."

[ascending_angel]

Did you hear that, Tiana? That was a tummy rumbling. "Well, let's try it, then. I haven't gotten nearly enough chances to taste test your food, and that's hardly fair."

Warren took a seat on a nearby stool, watching her get to work. "And I suppose I should ask while I'm here if you're enjoying your job so far?"

Institute/Morning

[temporaltossed.livejournal.com]

[Rachel's lounging in a quiet corner of the commons area with the manual for the danger room in her lap and a notebook. Discarded off to the side are a few books from the city's library (not the school's), mostly law, specifically criminal law.

She's chewing on the end of her pencil as she considers the manual and makes a few notes on the paper.]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's passing by, and stops to make a detour when he catches sight of Rachel's red hair. For a second he mistakes her for Jean, but doesn't seem unhappy when he realizes that's not the case. He always has time for any of those Greys!]

Hey there, Ray. Busy, are we?

[temporaltossed.livejournal.com]

Need to program Danger Room scenarios for the students' finals. The system's different than the one back home and m'trying to get a head start.

[She looks up, belatedly remembering. Kid's tired, give her a break.]

How was Vegas?

The Sky! Above the roof of a movie theatre/ Dusk

[wasalways.livejournal.com]

[ Jean Grey had very little trouble in locating the man that had been on her mind since the incident at the Institute with her ex-husband, and the revelations of what had happened to her family. Outside of her daughter, she had cut off her presence, telepathically, from all others, and had tried to prevent location or any form of outreach. The resurrected redhead would have none of it today -- not on any terms but her own.

Though she knew she should have sought out Warren sooner, hesitance coursed through her body and constricted her more infantile, codependent (and very human) needs. Since when was her return ever a happy, joyous occasion? The thought that she had been exhausting those around her, emotionally, just by existing after death, repeatedly, wasn't a good one.

But then again, Warren always did seem to keep up with her. In a combustion of heat and grisly determination, Jean Grey appeared not but a few feet in front of Warren in the sky, while he had been flying. She'd tampered, physically, with her own looks, to ensure a healthy glow that betrayed her lack of sleep and appetite. ]

[ascending_angel]

[She'd caught him off guard, despite his enhanced hearing and eyesight. Not that Warren Worthington ever gave off an expression of surprise on such occasions, but Jean would most likely be able to catch it. She was Jean after all, and no matter how dark and grisly Warren's mind scape was these days, she'd still be able to read him like a book.

All that surprise, though, was quickly replaced with a genuinely happy smile.]

Well, well! If it isn't my favourite redhead. What do I owe the pleasure?

[wasalways.livejournal.com]

[ Her hair held a glow for a moment, that of a dying ember, before the air around her cooled down and, much to her surprise, Warren's smile seemed to naturally elicit a completely natural and unforced smile from herself. It wasn't as enthusiastic as she'd liked it to be, but it was there.

She locked her hands behind her back in a disarming gesture, quickly circling him as if to make sure he was real. ]

Souvenirs? Photographs? Anything?

Institute's DR/early morning/Death maybe?

[prettymorlock]

[Sally's still getting used to actually training in the Danger Room. It always takes a few moments for her to snap out of being in awe of what it can do; which is sometimes a few moments too long. She never trained in the one back home, and her sessions on Ship weren't usually this elaborate. Not that she was going to let that stop her.

She's currently trying to use the energy from her shield to blast the various people attacking from the air. Its a lot harder when everything is moving.]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's slid down to the subbasement with every intention of letting loose on the Danger Room. Lately, it's been one of the only ways he's been able to really keep his mind and powers under control, so he likes to make use of it.

Upon approaching, he's already shifted into his Archangel form and overrides the safety to enter and join Sally. He doesn't say anything to her when he comes in, however. He simply takes to the air and starts tearing apart holograms along with her.]

[prettymorlock]

[She's startled when she first sees him, and almost calls out to greet him. Except she's not too sure if she should call him Warren in this form or not.

So she keeps her focus on the holograms and tries to not blast him when she let's her power shoot out.]

All That Jazz; evening

[idateforsupper]

[Alison just finished her performance, and as usual, she went off looking for Warren to see if he wanted to share a drink with her.]

[ascending_angel]

[But of course. He's already sitting at the bar, eying Alison as she approaches, drink in hand.]

Hey there, stranger.

[idateforsupper]

Hi there, sweetheart.

[She gives him a quick kiss before she sits down beside him.]

And how are you this evening?

Uptown; Afternoon

[meowminx]

[ As much as Selina enjoyed the whole camping with Logan thing, she was glad to be back to her natural habitat. She was spending the afternoon uptown -- visiting boutiques, grabbing a quick sandwich. Nothing more in mind than enjoying the feel of the city and being surrounded by people. ]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's feeling a bit in the mood for a sandwich himself, and heads into a neat little café uptown. However, just the smell of it drives his caffeine addiction wild, so he gets caught up reading over the drink menu above the counter for a few moments, lost in thought.]

[meowminx]

[ Selina's waiting for her order to come up when she spots a familiar face. One she hasn't seen in a while. She slides her sunglasses down for a look. ]

Hi Warren.

[Early Afternoon, COFFEESHOOOOOP]

[moveovergrissom.livejournal.com]

[So this girl who definitely looks too young to not be in school is in the back of the line, a few bills and coins clutched in her hand. She tucks them in her pocket and takes out a notebook, calculating the tax on the items on the menu at a very fast pace.]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's standing in line behind her, looking over her shoulder.]

Need some help with that?

[moveovergrissom.livejournal.com]

[Whoah what hi there]

Huh? No, I'm alright!

[And the equations are getting more complicated as she starts adding and percentaging and subtracting. Still, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that she's trying to figure out what she can afford to purchase when she gets to the front of the line. Even if the equations are a little overcomplicated.]

On the way to All That Jazz/late afternoon

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

[Suzi's taking the long way to work. There's time before she has to come in for her shift and the weather's being nice today. She can't wait til summer gets here.]

[ascending_angel]

[She may notice a rather large Warren-shaped shadow looming overhead.]

Well, well, well...

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

[Suzi catches the shadow and looks up. Grin.]

Hey! You're back from your trip.