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2013-11-27 04:42 pm

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x_wind_dancer: (like a curtain)
2010-05-12 10:42 pm

Really?

This place is like a soap opera: I come back after two weeks and you're all still talking about the exact same thing. I left you all with a list of shrinks that were not me for a reason. Go use them and shut up/stop taking it out on your keyboards. Whatever great American rightiousness you have to say does not deserve budget cuts for replacements.

Sarah, I vote getting a Bedazzler off ebay.
x_wind_dancer: (how about you suck?)
2009-07-17 12:29 am

(no subject)

Look, children. I put up with your altered state selves for one night. We had a deal.

Now it is night two and if I can still hear you on the third floor in ten minutes I will quiet you.

Let me assure you, it will not be fun.
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2008-10-28 09:22 pm

Restocking

So, what's the Official Type Address of this place? Zappos needs one that is not currently exploded it seems.

And Amanda Sefton/Illyana Rasputin is your legal-type-mail-won't-be-sent-back name, I assume?
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2007-10-26 09:07 am

BREACH

 THERE IS A STRANGE BOY ON MY COUCH.  CAN WE COVER UP A 'SUICIDE' OUT THE WINDOW?

edit: Apparently we have visitors.  Back to bed, then.
x_wind_dancer: (faintly amused)
2007-10-02 11:27 am

Minions

Hangover remedies in my office, so long as you don't ask me what's in them.  I can't spell it, either.

I promise I didn't spike them with amphetamines again.

If you didn't know that I spiked anything with amphetamines, then I have no idea what you're talking about. 
x_wind_dancer: (you did NOT just)
2007-06-05 12:13 pm

Home now.

We're home.  Amanda's not dead, although, she will be in the hospital for a while.  I'm not going in to work this afternoon.  Illyana, you have the day off right after you cancel all my appointments for the day.

Now, if we could make the whole kidnapping and/or fucking things up and making us go get you (and/or out of trouble) thing a bimonthly event, I would greatly appreciate it.  And not make your life miserable.

Is it five yet?  Could we pretend it's five when my psychiatrist asks?  It is five where we were, isn't it?
x_wind_dancer: (remix)
2007-04-30 06:50 pm

Well.

Since Marie-Ange is hiding in her room and Doug is no where to be found and no, I don't want to listen to see if Doug is with MA, that's too kinky even for me, thank you, I will have to use the Xavier's results for my early findings.

Bonded: 6
Unbonded: 2
Undecided: 2

Conclusion: SUCCESS! Come on, everyone else, there's a very nice gentlewoman that I'd like you to meet.

I picked up some basics, so now I can go out in public again without being mistaken for a lumberjack.  I think I'm going to go find a bar and not contemplate just how many carbs are in beer, next.  How fun is this testosterone thing?
x_wind_dancer: (pondering)
2007-04-08 05:45 pm

I'll say one thing

Fasting sure makes everything taste better today.

I went Ukrainian this year, since they're right nearby.  And the paska was very fresh, as they are kind enough to make a batch special for those just getting out of Mass.  Very convenient.  As always, extras for those of you who would prefer to give the poor Thai place a break are in the oven.

No religion required.
x_wind_dancer: (check and mate)
2007-02-11 11:29 am

Sunday

If I promise to go out every Saturday night, can we promise to always give me such entertaining Sunday morning reading material?

If you're still around Coma Boy -- I'd rather not listen to check, you understand -- there's coffee in my suite, enough for you to bring two cups back.

Shall I just bump your appointment up to Monday, Bets? Somewhere in the afternoon area?
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2007-01-14 08:16 pm

Palmtrees

I'd prefer not to come back, but I'll be leaving the warm weather, sand and tiny umbrellas tomorrow morning. I wouldn't suggest trying to actually speak to me until at least Tuesday afternoon, but if you need to clean up my office that you've been using as the sex lounge, there you go.

Commenting on my brilliant tan, always appreciated. I think I've finally managed enough alone time to balance out the Christmas week of fun.
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2006-12-10 02:07 pm

One more year.

Thank you, Wanda, for the bottle(s) of wine. You're all going to have to trust me when I say it was a very good year, if only by the fact that I've just managed to get myself to the upright position.

I think Peter may be possessed. By a demon disguising itself as a clown in Pete's body. I'm not sure, but this time could we get those two boys with the nice car to come by? I'm sort of tired of headaches and I really don't need to be making any more millions in Tylenol stock.

Unless this is merely a case of Mark giving up the good crack while I was "gone". In whichcase, shame on you.
x_wind_dancer: (all jazzed up)
2006-11-27 10:27 pm

A breed of daffodil; narcissus

Yes, the recent outcropping of paperwhites on a good portion of the window ledges is my doing. No, I still don't like you. I'm just growing - no pun intended - rather tired of exclaiming, 'What's that smell?' every time I enter a room.

Please try not to kill them. I will find out who did it and make your life miserable.
x_wind_dancer: (force of a hurricane)
2006-08-04 10:31 pm

(no subject)

Oh, LeBeau. I didn't think you could be more annoying.

And then you relearned to walk.

From now on, those who enter my quarters unannounced are being sent through the window. Or a wall. Something. Large gusts of wind will be involved and broken things, which I will cheerfully Find A Way to take out of your paycheck.

I'm a bitch like that.
x_wind_dancer: (at least you're amusing (in a stupid way)
2006-07-23 07:25 pm

Dinner

Today I was not accosted on the way to church and made dinner. The potatoes in the kitchen were sprouting, so I've made a very large batch of twice baked potatoes in a possibly vain attempt to save them. They're being kept warm in the oven.

In hopes of unclogging your arteries, there's a second bottle of red wine in the refrigerator – since it is much too warm for room temperature wine.

And on the topic of sprouting things, when I said you were all welcome to my (very small, windowbox) herb garden I didn't actually mean, "Please massacre my pepper plant.". I'm looking at you, Ramsey.
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2006-06-22 12:57 pm

Reminders

You will all be very grateful to hear that I have finally found myself a decent acupuncturist. As a side benefit, his wife dabbles in yoga and has let me in on a small park where she practices. I admit to missing a yard, grass, trees. Breathable air.

If anyone would like to join me when I go, that would be all right. So long as you’re quiet.

I picked up some fresh bread and flowers for the lobby on the walk home. Oddly enough, not at the same place, but I suppose that’s France. If you can all wait a little while, I’ll be whipping up a late lunch, although, I wouldn’t say no to someone with chopping expertise. Try to think of it this way: at least you’d know I wasn’t slipping Prozac into the meal.

Also, a reminder that we’re at the halfway mark for the two-week shrink meet. If you have not booked an appointment or seen me by now, and live in this building, with the exception of the gentleman with the broom, I suggest you get moving, world will end if I don't do this or no.

Does this place have a ‘must have this many issues and a nicotine addiction to enter’ sign around here that I missed? I’m just curious.
x_wind_dancer: (...bunch of yokels?)
2006-06-15 05:42 pm

Greetings.

So, which one of you made Frost angry enough to warrant my being hired? Come on. Out with it. Because I really don't see any of you willingly signing up for 'pouring out your soul' time.

I'm Sofia Mantega-Barret and I'll be Snow Valley's psychotherapist.

Grounds rules;
a) you are all required, if you want to keep your positions, to see me. I am required to keep all of you on the same plateau or lower of your mental sanity. That means, if you decide that you’re too good to talk to me for an hour every other week, I will knock you unconscious and tie you to the couch. It will in no way be sexy. I don’t get paid if you’re all crazy.
b) I don't work for any of you. Just to be clear. That's not to say you work for me, either, though.
c) my office is my office. My office is not my bedroom, lounge, kitchen, etc. You are not to tell me the story of how your dog was run over by a bus which stemmed your deep hatred of society anywhere other than my office, especially if you want it to count towards your clocked time. I don’t care what the other guy did, I do not want to be associating my duvet cover with canine entrails. I will consider, in special circumstances, impromptu sessions outside of my personal area.
d) I am not a doctor. I don’t have a code of ethics.

If you could get the comments about my needing to get laid over with in a speedy manner, I’d be grateful. I just had a horribly long flight followed by a non-existent fruit basket, followed by learning that I seem to be living in enchantment under the sea land, after all.

You’re all welcome to my paint chips when I’m finished. And some scented candles.