r/XaviersMansion

OOC: Open interaction, and a chance to say hi, or complain about Johnny if you want ^^

The Hellfire Club. New..old..it didn't matter. Nate Grey considered it one of the symptoms of the plague threatening mutantkind. A menagerie of psychos and sociopaths. Using their mutant gifts to consolidate power for their own plans and benefits.

But still..he must make an effort to visit. To know his rivals.

So he finds himself standing in the epicenter of the club. No drink in hand. Not dancing. Simply observing. The mutants here were so misguided. They could do so much more.

If only the White Queen hadn't lead them astray...

The other Queens to for that matter.

He could bring this building to the ground with a wave. But now was not the time. He had formed his team, and tomorrow he would bring them to Genosha.

For now he was here as an observer. Observing with barely disguised disdain.

Shela made her way up to the Hellfire Club alone but in high spirits, it had been a long and stressful week and she wanted to unwind and enjoy herself. She walked up to the door exuding more confidence than even Professor Frost could muster and showed her perfectly legal and valid ID to the bouncer (she was 21, she just hadn’t gotten around to updating her actual ID with her new identity and didn’t want to out herself right now).

Luckily, she didn’t have to pull out her backup plan as the ID passed. She walked in like she owned the place and ordered a fruity cocktail that Brielle had introduced her to when they went out together back at the Academy.

As she sipped at her drink, she started eyeing up the back wall and wondering if she could swipe a bottle to bring back to her room since she wasted Manny’s whiskey and didn’t even get to enjoy it.

Nate Grey hovered over the mountains before slowly coming to land on their edge. Russia. It wasn't a country he intended to stay in long. He wasn't trying to cause international incidents yet.

That would come later when he was ready. But this was where she would be..and his new team needed her abilities, as well as her passion.

He main his way to the mountains peak where he spotted the young mutant woman relaxing. He spoke softly to not startle her.

Darkstar...my name is Nate Grey, and much like you, I wish to help our people.

With a BAMF of smoke and sulfur, Azazel appears in the center of the Hellfire Club. Black suit clashing against crimson skin. It does occur to him that it's possible he's unwelcome here. However, there is no place on the planet that can actually keep him out.

Aside from that, possibly being unwelcome is a large part of why he came. At least two of the current Hellfire inner circle members despised him. What better fun than making a point of being around despite their animosity.

Besides this is a club for mutants, and he is after all..a mutant. Despite the technicalities surrounding that.

He approaches the bar and orders a gin, telling the bartender to leave the bottle.

Logan wanders into the Hellfire Club, its clear he's at least made a half-assed effort to dress to fit in there. It's lazy, slapped together, and ill fitting. But it's better than what he could have showed up in.

It's not that he can't dress well. It's that he doesn't want to. Not for this. He snatches a bottle of wine off a table as he walks by it, ignoring the protests of the patrons who were about to crack it open.

Frosty! You blasted well better be here tonight!

Cable always assumed he would go down fighting. He just didn’t know how serious it would get when he ran that risk.

He needs to get back to the future asap. But he’ll need some more juice to do it. Getting back to this moment in the present with a timeslide takes basically all he has left. He passes out in a field near Xavier’s. The Techno Organic Virus slowly be surely begins to infect his system. He doesn’t have a lot of time.

I am Azazel, patriarch of the Neyaphem, sovereign of the dark places inbetween, and, if the old bloodlines speak true, something of a devil in more than name alone.

It is a rare pleasure to speak to those who still possess qualities that interest me...most who find their way to me are either desperate or deliciously foolish. Which, I wonder, might you end up being?

Do feel free to introduce yourself. But know that you will never ever reach the same height as you did today. After all... once you’ve danced with the father of demons, the rest of the world tends to feel rather...pedestrian.

Speaking to me might perhaps become the most interesting thing you ever manage in your short existence. For me of course it will most likely be another boring day in an eternity of them...

But don't let this deter you, please, try your best to amuse me.

TW; Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Loathing, Self-Harm, Death, Gore, Depression, and Existential Topics.

And it’s not a secret. This curse of eternal life was given to me twice. One by a mad scientist, and then again by a mad titan.

Of all the people who could’ve done good with eternal life, they chose me. And for what? So I could suffer endlessly? So I could watch my friends become facists and their statistics?

I’m not crazy. I’m unstable, I’m unwell, but I’m not crazy. I know what’s really going on. I can’t die because they don’t want me to. I could have died so long ago, but I didn’t. And now that open wound has closed up, and I will never again know peace.

I know that I never shut up about it. About how much I want to die. But the truth is, it’s not my fault. The fact of the matter is, as much as I hate my life, I hate myself even more. I don’t want to die because it would be comfortable. I want to die because I deserve to.

They say that you only truly die once you are forgotten, yet I’ll live far beyond that point. My legacy, my memory, will only last as far as I’m willing to remind them of it. That won’t be very long.

Because I’m not a human, or a mutant, or superhero, or a villain, or anything like that.

I’m a monster. A cancer. And there’s nothing I can do about it. This is all I know, all I’m willing to know. The only warmth is the feeling innards against my skin. Of blood splashing onto me. A short Polaroid of Death’s cold embrace.

My daughter’s beauty only serves to distract from her oblivion. The kindness of those closest to me only helps avoid the abyss that waits for me in the end. I can joke all I want, but it’s true.

Nothing lasts forever. And that’s exactly what I am.

For the first time in a while, Tessa is in a pretty good mood.

Emma is back from the dead. Her plan actually worked. She’ll have to give Rachel, Hope, and Forge something to repay the favor of making it work later. The woman she loves is okay.

Tessa also feels pretty interconnected with a lot of the other people in her life, too. They all seemed to accept her in her current vampiric state.

Everything that’s happened has made her want to come out of her shell a little more. She will always be reserved and secretive, but what everything made clear to her is that she truly is cared for, and wants to be more open to letting people know she reciprocates that. The New Mutants, the Hellfire Club, The Hellions (both current and former) (except for Manuel probably), her fellow X-Men, her students, her older colleagues. She leaves this situation with deeper trust than she had before.

She even might have broken some ground with Monet, a relief after the mud slinging match their first meeting became. She wasn’t 100% sure if this was a mutual feeling, it may take some mediation from Emma to make that truly happen, but Tessa understands where she’s coming from a lot more, now.

Tessa sits in her office at the school. She debates writing up one of her logs. She never did understand why the students enjoyed what was basically a long form lecture so much. Perhaps they just liked her?

To be loved is to be known, as she would learn.

Tessa had less reason to hide the fact she was drinking blood, now. Good, because she had made actual progress in her alcoholism and was getting a little tired of pretending she hadn’t. But she still didn’t want to walk around with a clear container full of blood. So, she bought a water bottle. A fairly high end one. She drank from it when needed.

Tessa had no idea what floodgates she was opening.

All across the Xavier’s Mansion Student Discussion forum, the students were posting jokes about Sage. “Memes”, as it is often put.

Tessa knows what a meme is. Obviously someone tapped into the internet knows that. But she had never understood the “why” of them. And this current wave being posted about her did not help her understand in the slightest.

It was nothing mean spirited, but all very confusing to Tessa. One end made more sense, at least. A lot of vampire memes. She has never bothered to add Twilight to the pop culture center of her brain, but she supposes she may have to, given all the comments on a post editing her into a photo of what she can only assume is a group of vampires. More baffling to her is a picture where her face has been edited onto a woman riding a surfboard. What the hell is Surf Dracula? How does surfing pertain to her?

What baffles her far more, however, is the attention that her new water bottle seems to be getting her. The students have seemingly begun to apply the “VSCO” label to her. Even after doing research, she doesn’t get the trend at all. She isn’t from Generation Z, after all. This trend only applies to them, she thinks? Not that she understands what the “trend” is to begin with. Utterly baffling.

As she’s about to find out what “and I oop” means, she hears something left outside of her office. She goes to check, and left outside is a care basket. The label is addressed to “VSCO Vampire”, and it is full of scrunchies, a pair of crocs, and a disposable camera.

………

Sage calls Emma to her office.

My lioness, please tell me you understand a single word of all this? I’m afraid one of the few things that escapes my understanding is what draws people to trends online.

Hey Earthlings ✨ I’m so excited to welcome you to the newest most amazing podcast everrr

✨ Hot GosSip ✨

Pull up a chair, grab a big cup of tea, and laissez les bon temps rouler!

First up, Emma frost died which was crazy, then mystique was her which was also crazy but in a fun way, then she got revealed which was scary in a kind of spooky way, and finally Emma got brought back which was fun but in a lowkey scary way. Ugh what a rollercoaster of emotions. But if you want to experience a rollercoaster in the traditional sense, come to Coney Island’s pop up amusement park ✨ Murder World ✨ we promise it’s a better time than the name suggests! Buy one adult ticket get one free online using discount code: DRAGONLADYLOCKE!

Next, Warren Worthington held a blood drive to keep Sage fed peacefully. I went to donate which was not easy for me, turns out I have less blood in my body than an average person of my size so I nearly fainted before they unplugged me. Totes gross! I did get a nectarine after at least. Hopefully Sage won’t be fiending for a while after she tastes my unique formula ✨

Finally, This old lady in queens got shot up yesterday! What’s really crazy about it is her husband got shot to death days earlier. Mayor Fisk I’m publicly calling you out to do better! The elderly should be able to walk the streets of New York without fear ✨ Which is why I’m proud to announce Glamour Galaxy High Potency Pepper Spray! Compact and easy to use so people like May Parker can defend themselves against muggers!

This week for ✨ Fashion News ✨ It was America’s 250th birthday and soon it will be a certain fashion mogul’s 577th birthday! Yup next month I’ll be turning the big five seven seven and it’s sure to be one of the best dressed events of modern time, Anna Wintour who?

Finally I will interview this week’s guest, my friend Gambit! We’ll find out a little bit about him, his history within the fashion world, and then we’ll play a fun game!

OOC: any replies can be in the form of comments etc… and if anyone else wants an interview let me know so I can add you to the list first come first serve, I am booked out to episode 24 right expect some weeks wait to be clear, next episode will feature Umbra!

Extra OOC: this interview is gonna have to be a timeline fudge because of the current space plot so don’t worry about it

The New Mutants were going through it.

Again.

But when weren’t they? 

When they were in situations like this though, the thing that they did best was have fun anyway. And a pool was just put in at the mansion, so Tabby wanted to make sure it was put to good use. She sent out a text to the New Mutant group chat simply saying: “Pool. Today. No questions.” before heading over herself.

Good few people I'm not too sure on the strength of. So, to maje me sure: if ya can move me say... 1 foot in any direction but up or down, then yer strong in my book. This goes fer everyone, especially the teachers, I need to know our staff isn't gettin' old an' soft on us.

Transmission to the Tyrfing, July 5th, 2026, 11:00 AM.

Abigail Brand. I imagine you do not eagerly await my voice, but at it has been nearly six days since my last transmission, I thought it prudent to contact you posthaste. First, I will explain the reasoning for my absence. Put simply, I was dead, and I had not informed nor asked anyone to take my station in communicating with your crew because I was shot before I had the chance to disclose this mission to anyone. Do not worry, I am fine, but it was a rather troublesome hiccup.

"Hiccup? You were dead!" A rowdy Megan Gwynn aka Pixie interrupts.

And I am not now. See? All better. Please allow me to finish my message before speaking, Megan.

"Right, right, sorryyy."

To continue, we've seen an increase in activity from a newly-reforming Squadron Supreme, as well as the return of Nate Grey. Please do inform Scott that his temporarily-maladjusted son has come back to us, as well that I enjoyed his message. Scott, darling, I am fine. I appreciate knowing you were worried. Diamonds are forever, my friend.

"Unless they get shot with a diamond bullet!"

Megan, please.

"I'm just trying to help!"

I know, my dear, but I need to focus.

"Alright..." Megan pouts and crosses her arms.

As I was saying, we are doing well. Henry and Warren both returned to us, a wonderful surprise, my darling Tessa is a vampire, and the children enjoyed the festivities of the Fourth.

She pauses and looks down.

I wish you were here to celebrate with us, Scott. Be safe, alright? Now, please pass the receiver to Laura. Megan is impatiently waiting to speak to her.

Emma beckons Megan closer and puts her hand on her temple.

Go ahead, darling.

Maybe, just maybe, Shela had overreacted a little bit. Professor Frost dying had shattered her world and made her feel ready to run away from everything, and her being the cause of Sage’s vampirism being public knowledge further reinforced that feeling. 

But now, times were changing. Frost was back, and her and Ms. Sage had told her that they didn’t blame her. It turns out that Laura was just on a mission in space with the X-Men, and that knowledge had gotten Pixie more back to her normal self. Hope had also been on a mission, resurrecting Professor Frost. Ms. Paige had had her name cleared as well, which might’ve been the second biggest relief to Shela.

Of course though with Mr. Proudstar missing and Mr. de la Rocha in Frost’s bad graces, the Hellions still had no older student mentors. But hey, they’d been able to handle everything thrown at them this far, and they could keep handling it together.

But perhaps best of all, Professor Frost and Ms. Sage had not only forgiven Shela for her slip-up with Manuel, but then when Shela told them that she’d never had good parents, they said that she did now. And that gesture might’ve made all of this stress ok.

And maybe, just maybe, things could work out alright.

(Interactable for Hellions/people who Shela is close with)

Colin had spent the past hour laying out the perfect arrange of fireworks in the lawn of the mansion, he layer them out so that he could light them all in a row with his powers, moving to the start of that line he got into a runners position And closed his eyes.

he breathed in and out as an orange energy crackled over his body and his palms and feet began to emit smoke “okay Colin gotta go fast for this to be perfect” before within the blink of an eye he blasted himself along the arrangement lighting each firework as they shot into the sky using his explosions until eventually after around 42 fireworks were lit and shot into the sky he went crashing into the woods hitting a tree.

he landed on his back as the rockets shot up and he grinned as they exploded in the air visible for the residents of the mansion “happy Fourth of July from the best explosive mutant at the mansion of course brought to you by yours truly”

ooc: open to interaction for either him crashing into a tree or to watch the fireworks also happy 4th of July, felt like referencing a line from sonic and also just in general making a more lighthearted post, of course I hope you all are having a good day as you all deserve and yeah :)