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[[META! META! META! This doesn't count toward ANY verse, because holy shite would she get into trouble!!]]

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Extreme

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

So, I'm going to 6 of the 9 circles of hell.


Sounds about right.


Since Logan did me...

1. Leave me a comment saying, 'Interview me.'
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions. ...Why?
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

Teaching [for Logan] (current)

Jean lay in bed, her back butted against Logan's chest, her fingers trailing over the back of his hand and up his arm as it rested against her thigh. His breath on her neck was comforting to her, and the fact that it was was driving her up a wall. She couldn't sleep. Her connection to Logan had become a weakness, and she needed to make sure she could turn it back in her favor.

He was too receptive to telepathy. Emma could easily tap into his mind if she wanted to, see into his mind, see what things had transpired between the two. Plus, he projected. Jean easily could've gone into his head while he slept, built in traps and blocks, but she didn't. It was so unlike her not to, but there it was. There was a middle ground, though. She could teach him how to build his own psychic block, get inside his head while he knew she was there, make him work to force her out. Once he knew how, she could build it up for him, give him the ability to block out the blonde on his own, with a little extra stopping power from Jean.

She could do that. She could that easily.

She shifted under his arm, turning until she was facing him. Her nose brushed along his, and she let her fingers scratch lightly at his chest. "Logan," she whispered, not wanting to wake her roommate, but wanting to rouse him. She kissed him softly, then nudged him a little. "Wake up."






Stolen from 45825243_t78_a who stole it from a_soul_awake who stole it from jurisimmortalis. And stuff.

If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do?

((OOC: Open verse. Totally meta. OH HAI graphicness between Logan/Jean. Might wanna avert your eyes for that part))

16 - Meme

LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Jean Grey
Birth date: July 30, 1978
Birthplace: Upstate New York
Current Location: Siberia.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'6"
Righty or Lefty: Right handed
Zodiac Sign: Leo

God, I must be bored.Collapse )
People need to stop whining.

[rubs temples]

13 - Sinister and Jean (current)

After their 'goodbye' in the office, Jean was irritated with the doctor. He was such an ass, and being away from him once more had removed that feeling of being cowed. His mind was too boring to think about trying to enter while he was conscious. She'd done it once before; the human/mutant genome was goddamned tedium.

It was nice being back in her bed. She could stretch out, roll over without the IV in her arm tugging uncomfortably, lay in one place for an hour without being prodded for a temperature or a blood pressure reading. Then again, she seemed to have some kind of psychic energy backup going. She'd kept her mind to herself for too long, and she was relieved to hear the occasional thought creep in when she wasn't expecting it.

When sleep was a long time coming, she got antsy, and that energy backup seemed to be crying out for use. Being that she was already irritated with him, the object of her interest became Dr. Milbury. She reached out, searching out his mind. She found him, the obvious weight of unconsciousness holding onto his mind. Grinning to herself, Jean skimmed into his thoughts, finding that he was dreaming.

The unconscious mind was different than the conscious one; harder to navigate, since there was no logical order to the thoughts. Currently, he was dreaming about being in the medlabs. His attention was on the chart in front of him, the words blurred and unimportant. When he looked up, Jean seeing from his perspective, she noted the patient.

And she laughed out loud as she saw herself laying on the table. His perception of her was skewed from that of her own. Her skin was paler, her hair a deeper, brighter shade of red than reality, her eyes nearly glowing. Jean watched the dream through his eyes, noting the calm demeanor of her doppelganger. She smiled honestly. She was subservient. She was very much not Jean.


Jean nudged a little, focusing hard on guiding the dream. For her, guiding thought was like a dolphin gliding through water. Guiding dream was like trying to walk through half-set, waist deep cement. It was possible, but not without a lot of effort. The Jean he was dreaming about turned her head, smiling at him. Jean shifted her own consciousness into that Jean, working hard on controlling her. Soon, she was looking up at Dr. Milbury, his appearance the same but... different, somehow. It seemed to shift. Whatever it was, she was inside his dream now, doing what she could to infiltrate.

"Is everything okay, Dr?" Her voice seemed to almost have an echo.