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In what was meant to be a routine jump to Charles Xavier's alternate reality, something goes terribly wrong. The X-Men end up in a universe that doesn't match up with where they're supposed to be at all. Tree-lined streets, white picket fences, big cookie-cutter houses. They're in a very idyllic suburban neighborhood outside of New York City, and mutants don't exist. Their lives here are mundane, marked by stupid HOA arguments, shuttling kids around, and remembering everything on their grocery lists.

And after an unexpected message from Ambrose via the Siege Perilous shard, they realize they're stuck for the time being. Ambrose promises that they'll return before too long, but the alignment needs to be right and he needs to work out what went wrong. Sorry!! At least they know what's happening. All they have to do is pretend to be normal. That's not that hard, right?

This is just meant as a space to play lazily over the holidays! No one has mutant powers, no one has any real troubles, and everyone has a nice house (and maybe a kid or two). Outlined below are some dumb little events for each week that are unimportant but provide a bit of something to react to, if you want. Feel free to make up whatever!

Calendar

Week of December 1st: The HOA has a meeting to discuss snow removal, but it ends with an argument between two neighbors about the height of fences. Once back on track, they ask for volunteers to shovel sidewalks for the elderly.

Week of December 8th: The neighborhood has a tree-lighting ceremony in the park, and then a potluck at the local church's rec hall. There's an unofficial contest for best bread and best chili at the potluck.

Week of December 15th: The school Christmas play! Even those without children typically come, since the neighborhood is very close-knit. One child falls off the stage after a bit of too-zealous dancing, but they're ok.

Week of December 22nd: The week of Christmas! Kids are off school and most people have at least one day off work. It snows quite a bit, making for a perfect white Christmas. The power does go out on the 26th, though.

Week of December 29th: Get ready for New Years! The HOA is soliciting donations for a New Years Eve silent auction and raffle that they hold every year. It's expected everyone contribute something, even if it's small.

Week of January 5th: Ambrose is finally able to bring them all home, but not before they're all forced to take down their Christmas lights by the HOA. Christmas is over!! It's time to be serious again.

Dec 1 - 7 ♥ Dec 8 - 14 ♥ Dec 15 - 21 ♥ Dec 22 - 28 ♥ Dec 29 - Jan 4 ♥ Jan 5 - 11 ♥ OOC

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This is maybe what hell is, Emma thinks — an elderly man and a slight, birdish woman fighting about fence regulations. It feels a million times worse than being captured by Sentinels, somehow, and the mundaneness of everything heightens the annoyance by removing all the stakes. Plus, her hair is up in a claw clip, her boots have faux fur on them, and she can't even gossip in private properly without her powers.

She leans over to her neighbor, quietly saying, "Is this really the biggest problem they have here?"

It's been interesting but difficult, getting an idea of the neighborhood. Kitty doesn't yet know the routes and routines of her other self, so the only way she knows that she's walked out of them is when someone gives her a stranger look. So it's a good thing they have so many dogs. It's an excuse to explore further. Kitty is walking two of them now, their very large mastiff, and an old and gentle golden retriever. It's late afternoon, not as many people are around, so she's being a bit leisurely and snooping a little more, trying to get a feel for who is in this new environment.

A man working in his yard makes her stop and look more closely. She knows immediately, obviously she does, the way he stands at anxious attention, his posture and perfectly-kept clothing and short brown hair. It's just, Kitty realizes now, she's never seen her best friend's whole face without his glasses. She only watches for a second more before her own face erupts into a smile, and she waves to catch his attention. It's creepy to stare. "Hey, Mr. Summers."

This sort of ends in a question. She's not sure what she calls him here. It's almost definitely not Scoot.

Edited (same dog twice oh no) Date: 2025-12-26 12:24 am (UTC)

He looks up at the familiar voice. "Kitty." It's definitely Scott, but now she can see the way his honey brown eyes widen in surprise, and their sudden wariness as he too tries to figure out what sort of relationship they have here. (Is she "Miss Pryde" or something else?) But then, they must be neighbors? It's normal to chat with a neighbor.

Scott abandons his task (retrieving two children's bikes that were buried under the latest snowfall, and wondering what the messiness of the yard says about this man's mental state) to join Kitty and her dogs. "It is you, isn't it?"

It's entirely weird to see Scoot making full facial expressions, and not have to read his current emotional state through a tic in his jaw or the number of wrinkles present in his forehead at any given moment. It feels a little bit wrong to see. Kitty grins at him, anyway.

"Hi, Scoot. Of course it's me." Kitty looks exactly like she did when they left, plus a few inevitable years that they all had experienced in this universe. But she still left the house in overalls that were at least a decade old, and her eyes are just a touch darker than Scott's own. She does one very cursory look around and then offers him the mastiff's dog leash. Probably it's also normal to be neighborly and help with pets. And then they could talk a little more freely.

"I think she's safe, but she's so tall." She explains aloud.

Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

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Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

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Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

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Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

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seeingred scott summers ⊗ cyclops - Date: 2026-01-07 01:09 am (UTC) - Expand

Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

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Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

seeingred scott summers ⊗ cyclops - Date: 2026-01-08 08:13 am (UTC) - Expand

Dec 1 - 7: Kitty & Scoot

passingthru KITTY PRYDE - Date: 2026-01-09 04:15 am (UTC) - Expand

Piotr stares at the calendar that he'd taken off the fridge, trying to make sense of what is labeled for tomorrow. Potluck. Funeral potatoes with three question marks after, in what is probably his handwriting. He turns the calendar, as if this will help him make sense of it. Obviously, it does not.

"Kitty," he says hesitantly, "I do not know what these things mean." Is he supposed to call her Kitty? He's got no idea. He also has no idea how to be as domestic as he's probably meant to be, here.

Kitty peeks over his shoulder and comprehends immediately. She looks around for one of their kids eavesdropping, but they're in school, except for the baby who is two and mercifully napping. So it's not weird for her to explain,

"A potluck is like, a party where everyone brings a dish to pass. We're supposed to bring funeral potatoes, which aren't just for funerals, they're actually the best thing on earth. We can do this. It's just dumping potatoes and some cans and cheese and putting cornflakes on top." (Kitty has never made funeral potatoes in her life but it seems like a simple enough recipe.)

"Why are they called funeral potatoes?" He's imagining something rather dire looking, but is certain that can't be right, given the way Kitty describes it.

"...cornflakes?" Piotr is, once again, confused. "This is a normal thing to make?"

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