#ricky1

@ricky-corderbro

In the wake of trying to scoop out puddles of the Whye River with his own tiny buckets, tripping and falling more than a few times on seaweed that seemed a little more lively than it should have been and noting some peculiar staining wherever the sea water had been, Nate was at his wit’s end. Thankfully, Ricky was on his way with some sandbags that should help create at least some sort of barrier from the flood. It wasn’t much, but it was more than he had at the moment.

Nate couldn’t believe the day he was having. It was supposed to be a leisurely day off, he was even taking a break from researching! It was supposed to be a quiet, nondescript, normal day for once. But the town had other plans. In an attempt to make his way towards one of the many first aid kits he had stashed around the house, Nate managed to trip and scrape his elbow on the corner of his coffee table – he knew he should have sanded those corners down! 

“Oh gosh darn-it!” It wasn’t bleeding too badly, but in addition to the small cut on his ankle which was getting all sorts of bacteria all over it, Nate decided not to risk any further injuries. Climbing up onto his kitchen counter, a surface that was rarely used for more than supporting his take out boxes, Nate resolved himself to waiting for help to arrive. The town wasn’t too large, Ricky shouldn’t have too much trouble getting to his house, but then again, Nate hadn’t thought the sky was going to be red today either.

It felt like hours later when he heard the truck pulling up outside, large wheels spattering in the rising water. Nate was currently curled up in a ball on the counter, a few paper towels pressed onto his wounds despite his lack of antibacterial ointment. 

@ricky-carlisle

There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the day he appeared back in her life. Sofia was sitting on the stoop of her apartment complex watching Manny play with his chalk when Ricky Carlisle suddenly seemed to be there. It was strange how someone she had been so close to once suddenly put her on edge, but when that same someone paid her off and hadn’t spoken to her for years, she couldn’t help but be suspicious. “Mijo, go inside, okay?” she smiled at Manny to show him nothing was wrong even as alarm bells went off in her head. “Mama, just needs to talk to an old friend.” She stood slowly, staying on the step instead of walking down to meet him. She wanted to be closer to his level. “I never thought I’d see you seek us out. Five years and suddenly you’re on my front stoop?”

multimutants

Sophie had only been in the sanctuary of the Xavier Institute for a few hours. As she was touring, she thought for sure that she had seen a boy who looked just like her brother would have in a class with some other boy with super strength. It couldn’t be possible though, could it? She had seen his injuries, there was no way he could have survived. There was only one way to find out. She needed to speak to him. Only then could she know for sure. However, the boy seemed to be avoiding her. Maybe he wasn’t her brother and was just some kid who was freaked out by this weird girl following him around, looking for an opportunity to speak to him. 

William was wondering through the Beta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity house, a clipboard in hand and a pen firmly clamped in his mouth. Being the president of the fraternity, meant that he had to deal with all situations that came up. Today's particular issue was the new rule for initiation. 

Greek Row would be seeing an inflation of activity within the next few days, as the new pledges would be filling up the streets and houses. All fraternity and sorority presidents had been given a list of acceptable terms for initiation, which meant that a whole new list would have to be created, to fit the demands of the college.