Julio Esteban Richter

[ The video shows Julio Esteban Richter rushing to put his jacket on and make his way, looking angry and nervous and a variety of negative emotions, make his way out of the apartment door with a bang-slam. But this isn't all that happens. The video continues to roll, until a few minutes later, from nearly to the ceiling, somewhere above the camera's view, Julio appears again.

He is wearing entirely different clothing this time, looking like he hasn't had a shave in a few days, and is falling backward to land halfway on and off of the old couch in the apartment with a confused, incredulous expression as he screams-- a little falsetto --and then lets loose with a string of fairly nasty curse words in Spanish. The emotion in his voice is mostly neutral, but there is definitely a hurt, resentful tone hidden in it. ]

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[ooc: updated to chapter #46. and displeased about being dragged back at the moment]

Wolverine's gone. Holy crap, a universe completely devoid of Wolverine-- how often does this happen? Does this mean we can stay out after curfew and bring beer to our parties on school nights again?

And Layla's gone. I would add more to this but it would be completely rude and callous and I'm too lazy to argue about it with incredibly self-righteous people right now.

Madrox. Want to go get a beer? I know a place with a foosball table.

( [private | hackable with moderate skill] )

I have a question.

Say you know somebody, and you know this person is seriously, seriously bad for you in every way possible? Say they did you one really wrong in the past, something you can never forgive them for. But they also did you one right every time they had a chance.

Do you stick around when they need you, even if you know for certain this time you can't sympathize and it's just going to drag you down, or do you pack your bags and say sayonara?

[ooc: sorry for quietness from Ric's end! was having muse issues due to recent canon events. should be fixed now!]

What we need right now is like...ten watermelons.

And a shaker of salt.

Who's with me?

It's something that's not Magneto or registration or...everything else. Why does shit always get heavy?

( [private to jamie madrox] )

( [private to logan] )

( [private, in spanish] )

1. I can recount things in a list too IF I WANT TO.

2. Madrox came back and has showered and shaved, thank you Jesus.

3. I think I just broke my microwave reheating fried chicken.

4. I need a part-time job to buy a new microwave. Anybody hiring?

5. CAN WE GET LIKE, A HEAD-COUNT AROUND HERE? Not even a mutant head-count. Like, a universal head-count. I heard more X-Men showed up, and I want to know how cranky I should be on a scale of one to ten, one being 'capable of being ignored' and ten being 'oh shit, it's Scott.'

6. Who would win in a fight, Rihanna or Pink?

I'm-- what do I do now.

How do you tell someone you owe them your goddamn identity and how do you explain it to everyone else? Why didn't you tell me what you were doing, you sneaky little leprechaun? I swear the other day wasn't me. Figured Madrox would disappear after it. Maybe for the better, like mixing oil and water. Asshole will be back, I guarantee it.

It actually freakin' worked.

Now I just need to--

[ there's the sound of porcelain cracking pretty violently, followed by a high-pitched scream. hot coffee was hot. ]

Actually, gotta go!


[ooc: okay. involved ooc note. First of all sorry for not tagging around with Ric as much recently, LOL FINALS. SO ANYWAY Eden's been plotting to give him his powers back, which she did the other day, except he's been avoiding saying anything about it yet because he wanted to be sure ill-timed earthquake curse wasn't him and also, he got them back but not his years of control, so touching sensitive technology was nervous-making for a few days. When/if I canon update, they will be gone again when he comes back, but until then Eden is his Big Damn Hero.]

These are my feelings on this very important and sensitive social subject.

So I hear I was won. By a couple of ladies who paid a lot of money for my company. I'm a little afraid of what they plan on doing with me, but I gotta admit, it's not a bad feeling to think that people are willing to go that far...even if I guess it was really a fundraiser too, so.

Not that I plan on getting kidnapped and ransomed anytime soon. Because that would suck and, also? Would never happen to me these days.


[ooc: fff if i crash and fall asleep, tags will come tomorrow. just needed to remember to get it up.]

I remember when I was a kid, we didn't celebrate Easter much. I guess that makes sense. It's not really a celebratory kind of holiday. My mom would always be somber and tell us that we should be the same. Sometimes I was jealous because some of the other kids got to go hang out on the beach all week, but whatever. I can see her point now that I'm grown.


What do you guys think is worse? To be unprepared, or to give up some of your freedom? Even if it's just...metaphorical freedom.



In other news, what the fuck, seriously. Seriously, what the fuck.

1) Someone from the team at home showed up. Not at all like how I expected her to. She's as tall as I am now, and I'm not sure I like this. On the bright side, she has no idea what's going on. She's Layla Miller. She doesn't know stuff. HA.

2) That last curse was so bizarre.

3) Rachel, you wanna meet up for dinner? I could use to get out. Layla. Awkward.

4) How you doin', Eden?

5) Holy crap, we are apparently actually attracting employees here. What are you slipping into the water, Madrox?


Am I grumpy? No, seriously.

I have a nameplate on my desk at work now. Or a placard if you want to say it fancy. Thank you loads, Claire, I don't know how anyone would ever know my name if it wasn't for your tasteful and caring gift.

I hate March in this kind of climate. It's a dick. It's muddy and your shoes don't stay clean and every time you think the weather is getting warmer and clearer it's like, no, screw you, I was only making you long for summer. Have some more wind and mud and forty degrees.

Whoever's tagging stuff all over the city, KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF, BRO. You're not making a statement and you're not impressing your fourteen year old friends and you're certainly not beautifying the city. If I wanted to read something while on a public toilet, it would be a shaming Catholic flipbook about the dangers of open relationships and premarital sex.

Jesus Christ.



[ooc: link is so ic. pretend it says 'JULIO.']

So, uh.

I wanted to make a public apology to Xavin, and her race, not solely but notably because I, in my lack of appropriate wordiness, managed to insult her a few times and suggest that she was evil, which she most certainly is not. She's just a Super Skrull...in training. I'm sure she's a very honorable warrior. I also wanted to apologize to Teddy seeing as I think I also might have made him uncomfortable making suggestions about one half of his heritage.

And I wanted to apologize to Karolina for calling her a lesbo.




Has anyone who would know Jamie Madrox seen Jamie Madrox? I know the guy I have by the scruff of the neck right now isn't you, Jamie, because he hasn't popped my shoulder out of joint to get away yet, and also? He does dishes without being asked.


Does anyone else here not care whether or not they get home?

Soooo I've noticed we've been getting a steady stream of folks from back home recently. I kind of wanted to take a head count but frankly I haven't been back to the West Coast since I was like 13 for very important and personally traumatic reasons and I have no idea what is going on over there. So I gave up.

And instead I made a Venn Diagram about things that are currently stressing me out. Because Doc Sampson told us that talking about our feelings in real terms will help us confront and deal with them.




The red represents possible killer monsters in our midst-- dinosaurs for instance. The blue represents possible evil shape-shifting Skrulls in our midst now that there are not-evil Skrulls in our midst.

The purple represents possible killer monsters which are actually evil Skrulls.

Oh, goodie. Wolverine is back. Just when I felt this place was starting to be distinctly lacking in Wolverine.

Blah blah blah, I have a job now. See: Madrox's announcement about starting X-Factor Investigations back up. Big time detective work, oh yeah. Anybody got a cat up a tree or a cheating lover?

Guess that means I'm moving apartments. Guess the rest of it means I need to get used to Madrox's creepy habit of hiring blonde child labor again.


What do you do if you keep hearing bad shit is going to go down back home? For you and for people you know. What if bad shit is going to go down at home for everyone, the whole world? Is it a bad thing to start to be worried about when you get sucked back, because there's people you love at home, and you're here trying not to think about what they're going through and...sitting at an office desk and eating a muffin.

Jamie Madrox is here. Which is a good thing. And a bad thing. In ways that you have like no way to possibly comprehend and I hope you never really need to. I'm glad he's around, but seriously, if you have a complaint, don't forward it here. I don't care if he took you on the best date of your life and you're looking for him, I don't care if he beat up your husband, I don't care if he owes you fifty bucks. However, if you happen to owe him fifty bucks or a plate of cookies or something, that you can forward to me. It will totally get to him. I'm like Reliable Rictor or something.

I saw Captain America around, too, so...you don't know me and I don't know you but you're CAP so I guess I should welcome you.




Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?


[PRIVATE TO || EDEN + MATT + ETC]

What the fuck. No, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? I know I'm an antisocial recluse among antisocial recluses, but what. The fuck. IS EVERYONE OKAY? BECAUSE I HOPE EVERYONE IS OKAY.


[ooc: brb in a few hours. time for class!]

1) Was left with an empty place. That's bad.

2) Was offered a new place. That's good.

3) Have a few steady jobs now. That's good.

4) Have no hobbies. That's bad.

5) Got out to the bar tonight to 'meet people'. According to psychologists, that's good.

6) Only met way too overenthusiastic people who told me all about their parents. That's bad.

also:

YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. GIVE ME A CUP OF SUGAR RIGHT NOW.

This crap would be so much easier if Monet was around.

First: I hope everyone had a decently okay Christmas. Whatever they think counts as 'decently okay.' At least I can't be at home arguing with my family this year. Wouldn't have minded some of my old friends, though. Especially Terry. Wonder if she's doing alright. And Rahne...

Second: Um. Sorry to anyone I was a dick to the other day, during that curse. And sorry for anyone I ticked off by being a party pooper. I just don't really enjoy huge crazy parties like I used to when I was a little younger. Don't feel like it's your fault or I wasn't included or anything, it's chill.

Third: Eden, thanks for the talk. I didn't mean to rain on your parade like some whiny chick or anything.

Fourth: Donna, come get your bra. I'm not walking it around. People might think I'm weird.

Fifth: Uh. New Year's. Plans or something. What with Magneto--

TREACHEROUS!

This means I've got my juice back! I can't wait to test it out!

Except-- I don't-- what is-- baby-- fuchi, gross! You need your diaper changed.

Hello?

Anyone?

I don't want to be stuck here looking after this thing all night, not when I've got the chance to get out there and break stuff!




[ooc: oh my god longest ooc note ever but necessary, whatever. suffer 1980s x-men, poly. this is a rictor at age 15, having recently merged with the new mutants. angry, disenfranchised, punk rock counterculture mutant sex pistols fanboy. he is 70 pounds when wet, wears overly tight jeans and red chucks, a black leather vest and bracelets with horrifyingly large spikes on them. also he has his mutation back idek. he has his memories of the city, but generally modified to fit his age. and he is babysitting tonight.]

Does this place always get new people in streams like a few times a month? It seems like there's some kind of equilibrium too, like, people leave and people come in. Have there ever been long stretches of population boom or a bunch more people leaving than arriving?

Weird. Anyway, looks like I have a really decent-paying job now, so everyone needs to tell me what they want for X-mas. Because I don't guess.

And while I'm asking the internet questions, why are they called cheese curls if they're made of corn? Like, shouldn't they be corn curls? Potato chips and corn curls?

PRIMERAMENTA DIOS! NEVER AGAIN! What a damn exercise in comedy that was. Remind me to get myself a markerpen and start writing down lists of What To Do In Case Of Zombie Apocalypse on the fridge. In the meantime, anyone around here good with hardware? Especially computer and communications hardware?

I need lessons-- sorely. I'm willing to pay.

But first I need like thirty beers.