WANDA! Guess what! I found the cure for your evil boy eating germs! I even made a diagram showing how it works! You need to click to make it bigger!

I poke you with the needle, then in a day the big green germs die! Then we can steal Emmy's credit card, and be boyfriend and girlfriend, so I can ignore you!

These question are becoming more and more absurd.

I suppose that yes, one could take into account the fact that I am more than capable of creating a machine that would temporarily regress a person’s body and mind, however one also needs to consider the moral and ethical ramifications of such an act. Clearly I would never even contemplate such a design. Tony, I believe the moderators here are on to us. I say we devise a plan of action to divert their attention elsewhere. Blame an explosion on Magneto, Mystique, or whoever’s causing problems this week.

If I must answer the question (which my wife, son and daughter insist that I do), I suppose I will:

• I would embrace the opportunity to read every single volume of fairy tales we have in this building. The chance to read them through the mind and eyes of a child would be very enlightening. Perhaps it would also help me understand the majority of Val’s questions on the subject.
• Drink a slurpee. Johnny, Franklin and Val have assured me that they are a wonderful delight. If I was a child, I could completely ignore all the health problems those slush filled drinks may cause. A long term effect, is after all, Diabetes.
• Track down my father and make us start again. Perhaps this time it could work.
• Relish the fact that I would able to sit through an entire Disney movie.
• Take the opportunity to catch up on my sleep.
  

There. My answers are hardly interesting at all. I’m perfectly content with the way I am now. Except not. I must say, I’m very fond of these strikethroughs.

Muse: Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Words: 273

I’m hardly a religious person, nor have I ever been.

When I was a child I found it hard to believe that there was solely one cosmic force that controlled everything we did or said. If God created the earth, then who was it that created God? Why did the insects have such complex bodily functions and inner structures? Why do we have neurons and blood vessels? How is that needed if some all powerful being simply made us from a rib?

Obviously, everything seems far too complex for one being to control, there had and has to be other factors at work. I was never satisfied with the answer “that things simply were, because they were”.

It was when I first discovered biology, physics and chemistry that everything fell into place. The answers are always there, no question ever left unanswered. The unknown isnever truly unknown. A scientist has no need for God, or supreme beings, our answers are always present, or soon to be discovered.

Of course, there have been times I have come to question, what many would describe as a scientist’s atheism. Despite any otherworldly or what I suppose could be construed as religious experiences, I still hold no real religious beliefs.

Do deities exist? The short answer would be yes.

 Is the belief and devotion to a higher being something that I find necessary? Not in the least. I have found that religion holds no real place in my lifeand that I am content with my search for answers. However I do know the place it holds in my wife and children’s lives. I can only respect that their views differ from mine, and that I not hinder their choice to embrace such things.

Muse: Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Words: 249

OOC: Before I get into the OOC note of Doom. Just a heads up that this takes place in the Marvel U that was infected with the Zombie Virus.

Alright, so Reed!Mun was very upset with th4 entire Marvel Zombies thing, and how Franklin should have just used his crazy powers and kicked some Zombie ass. But whatever. Mainly though, Reed’s entire decision to be Zombies, because they are neat? Obviously he went crazy. No seriously, it all fits in with the whole Reed Richards will go absolutely batshit insane if you mess with his life that much. So, look, it’s crazy!Reed! They don’t explicitly say he went crazy, but I declare it to be true.

Curt: We set out to change the world and ending up… just changing ourselves.
Arthur: What's wrong with that?
Curt: Nothing! … If you don't look at the world.
(Todd Haynes, Velvet Goldmine)

Time’s running out. Obviously you won’t find the cure. It’s inevitable, really. May as well face facts and come to terms with it. This is, after all, evolution.

This isn’t evolution, this isn’t progress. It’s destruction and chaos. Millions of lives will be destroyed, families torn apart, children…

What else do you have left to lose Richards? Evolution is calling. The children? What children? You saw what transpired. It can’t be avoided. Besides, it was for the best. The new world is no place for them. Their time has passed. Mourn them now, in mere days their existence will no longer matter.

( This isn’t right. Obviously I’m going mad. Franklin. Valeria. Jennifer.  )
Muse: Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Words: 416

I AM NOT A SKRULL.

If you are also not a Skrull, post this in your LiveJournal.

See here.

brain no functiony no motre,

(( OOC: Post dated to Monday (Yes, they are late. Reed on time? When there's experiments that needed to be finished? BAH!). ))

Three Hours. One hundred and eighty minutes. Ten thousand seconds.

Twenty-seven different Disney Songs. Fifteen of which Reed didn’t recognize. Fifty complaints regarding said songs. Thirty-nine of those from the same bitter old lady in seat J13.

One hundred and seven dollars billed to SHIELD for the taxi ride to the park. Fifteen, agonizingly slow to change colour, red lights. Twenty minutes of stumbling about the happiest place on earth in search of the Animal Kingdom Lodge. Ten minutes of convincing Valeria that they could search for rabbits after they checked in.

Two minutes of explaining that room 210 didn’t mean they were on the two-hundredth floor. An additional twenty minutes of unpacking while a hyper six year old bounced up and down on the bed.

Thirty minutes of chasing rabbits around the park. Ten minutes then spent explaining why they couldn’t be kept as pets.

In total?

Less than two hours in the actual Animal Kingdom before the little girl fell asleep.

Eight extra-strength acetaminophen ingested by Reed in the past 24 hours.

Twelve acetaminophen left in the bottle.

One hundred and twenty hours. Seven thousand two hundred minutes. Four hundred and thirty two thousand seconds.

Simply put, five more days to go.

( Parenting Poll )

Also: Does everyone hate me because I steal alien technology and claim it as my own? Stark helped!

((OOC: Back in February when valrichards joined Theatrical Muse, she found the current Reed’s credit card. What did she do? Buy gifts and toys, and all sorts of things for her friends, herself, and people she barely knew. The card was also loaned to the New Defenders for their start up. Reed’s just gotten the bill.))

It’s best not to dwell on the past or at least not publicly.  You don’t get the opportunity to go back and change things. This is just the way things work no matter how much you want to go back, and do it over. Recheck the equation an extra time, listen to Ben. Listen to Susan. Wait for the grant to be renewed.

I do suppose, however that I would like to get rid of this problem before it had ever started:

It seems as if my daughter was the culprit behind this. I don't even recall owning a credit card, or receiving these notices! It’s left me quite confused as to how Valeria ever found it.

I’m surprised that retailers let six years olds purchase items, let alone with a credit card. It seems as though they’d have better sense than to let a young child and a robot purchase anything? Has Manhattan become that aloof?

So as an answer to your question: Perhaps I would have made HERBIE with a special program that did not allow Valeria to leave the premises.

See? I’m not even mentioning the fact that my daughter seems to befriend villains, and is obviously in danger due to improper parenting! I’m honestly not in denial! I have that situation in complete control… Or at least I will.


Muse: Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Words: 386

"What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the up building of one… There's good money in empire building. But, there's more in empire wrecking." Rhett Butler in Gone With The Wind

I hardly agree with this quote.

It was never about the money.

It was about redemption.

After Latveria, the government took away everything. We were the villains. Yet we were trying to rebuild, and make their lives better. After the years of oppression and terror that Victor caused them, it was the best possible solution. The best thing for them.

The United Nations didn’t agree. Neither did the President.

I was never a villain, but their files said otherwise.

Redemption is an interesting thing. The things that have to be done in order to achieve it are even more interesting. Such complexities are hard for many to comprehend. I have no doubt that even now, as I explain my reasoning and actions, many of you will not fully understand.

Tony came to me, us, several months before the Registration Act was first mentioned. At first my instincts lead to skepticism, however upon further investigation I found that Tony was right. There would have been devastation if the Act had not been followed. More so than anything that happened from supporting the act.

Of course one needs to examine the Act and it’s core motivation to fully understand why I aided in it’s passing and support.

The real motivation of The Superhuman Registration Act was to control the super powered population. If everyone was accounted for, they could easily be controlled if needed. It was very much meant to be the end of an empire. Destroy the lives and foundations everyone had made. Simply put, it was the end of the line.

The Act needed our support. If we showed that we understood and agreed, the government would be less inclined to force their amendments on the Act.  The amendments were far worse than anything the Act itself had in it. I simply could not let it get to that point. If everyone would have agreed, there would have been no need for the prisons, no need for the trials. If we supported the act, we could stand as a whole and prevent anything terribly restricting to us.

The opposition proved the point of the Act’s institutors. The super powered community was a danger in their eyes, and at least by having some of us support it, their opinion was changed.

There’s no longer a black mark on my file. I’m no longer the villain. My family is safe, and we all have our places. 

The days of unskilled, unregistered and unaccounted for individuals is over.  You might say that their empire has been destroyed, but with good reason. No one profited from it, and certainly no one ever will. It’s not always about the money. It’s best to remember that.

Muse: Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Words: 435