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| Down the Rabbit Hole | |
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| Topic Started: July 16, 2015, 12:30 am (591 Views) | |
| Storyteller | July 16, 2015, 12:30 am Post #1 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory, San Francisco In a factory on the outskirts of the city, the workers were preparing to finish up for the day. They had had to push a production run on a Sunday because their client was pushing to get their batch of product earlier than originally planned. As things were winding down, one of the men working on the line was holding onto the safety railing for support as he clenched his eyes shut and sweat poured down his face. It didn't take long for his coworkers to realize something was wrong. Several of them started to gather around. He was starting to shake a little. "Are you alright?" One woman asked. "Are you sure hes not having a heart attack? Does your left arm hurt?" Another man suggested. Between gritted teeth the man forced some words out. "No, I just... My whole body hurts, it feels like... like something is crawling inside me." After that he started to convulse and several of the people rushed to grab a hold of him so that he didn't fall. To their surprise a mass of electric blue ropes or tentacles burst out of his arms, ensnaring several them. They all screamed as fell to the ground. The man looked horrified at the glowing appendages protruding from his body, but even his it quickly turned to panic as they continued to grow, searching for more people to capture. Place The Island Enterprise (Forges Lab) Forge was at a his hardlight station in his lab, working on some elements for a holodeck when a seldom heard voice broke out through the room's speakers. It was male, but otherwise a rather nondescript baritone. It belonged to the security AI, Big Brother. "Forge, there is an incident in progress in San Francisco that may interested you and the rest of Utopia." Without needing a prompt Lisa tapped into the news channel that Big Brother was routing to them and projected it in a square in front of Forge. A reporter was standing beside several police cars outside of a factory building. "Roughly 15 minutes ago a mutant worker at the facility manifested some kind of tentacle like constructs that have taken several of the other workers hostage. Police are on the scene and trying to get the hostages released, but the mutant seems unwilling or unable to do so. I have been told officers will use lethal force to protect the hostages if that is what is necessary." Forge waved his hand and Lisa cut the feed. "Operator, get me Scott and Jean on the phone and package up that video to send to them." Forge was already on his way to the main Utopia island while the phone rang. As soon as he heard them pick up he began talking. "Jean, Scott, there is a development in the city I think you should see. I'm sending a video taken from the local news." While he waited for a reply, Forge hurried across the sand bar to the main island. His gait was much closer to a normal one with his lighter leg. He didn't know if they should get involved as the situation was possibly a bit too public for them, but thought Scott and Jean should be aware of it. Maybe they could help, but if worst came to worst, there might be an angry mob out looking to lynch mutants and they should watch their backs. Tags: Jean and Scott, then Teon, KaBoom, Iceman, Templar, Dryad, Urbane, Wiccan, and Hulkling OOC: This thread will interrupt the thread of those Utopians staying in San Francisco for dinner after the day of shopping. Edited by Storyteller, July 16, 2015, 12:31 am.
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| Matthew | August 14, 2015, 5:16 pm Post #31 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory "somewhere" Civilizations built factories. They built technology. They changed the world and shaped it in whatever ways that they wanted to. Teon detested that. He liked nature and the natural world. On its own the factory was an affront to everything he trusted and believed in. It was a symbol of why mankind would always destroy and not let things just be. A place built to turn raw material into junk, junk into product. He hated it. And yet it intrigued him too. Why? Because all these people he had met and befriended LOVED this stuff. Technology, civilization. It made no sense. But there it was. It existed and they wanted more. What he could not abide by, not even a small amount, was man's need to constantly hurt one another. In nature you only fought over territory, you only killed for food. In the civilized world you killed out of anger, you killed for fun... This factory was no exception. It went from a mission of rescue, which was bad enough, to a mission of survival in mere moments. They were rats in a maze. They were mice in a trap. They were at a madman's whim. And why? Because the civilized world was like that. People killed. For fun. Teon immediately wanted to just be anywhere else. Not for his own sake of course, but for everyone else's. And yet there was nothing he could do. That much was made clear when their fearless leader spoke up and all she could do was wish them luck. "Yoyo, you will be okay, because you are mine," That was all Teon said before he stepped forward, ready to be one of the first into his own private hell. Why?. Because someone had to be brave. And there was nothing braver in nature than the mouse who faced down the lion. At that moment he was that mouse. Tags: none really |
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| Matthew | August 14, 2015, 5:36 pm Post #32 |
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Character: Urbane Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory in San Francisco The revelations which they all offered up were about as useful as Jean telling the flying Gaybaldi brothers that they shouldn't do such aerial feats right now. Because as fast as they announced things, those things became fully explained by some psychopath with a bdsm fetish. Great. As if San Francisco wasn't already the leather pride capital of the world, now they had psychopaths who wanted to hurt, maim, and kill them all. It couldn't actually be real. That was Holly's first thought about it all. He knew a group had gone on a mission once before. He knew Yoyo had been shot. He even knew a mutant had died in some caged hell. That didn't mean such things had to be commonplace though did it? No. Of course not. Holly had seen a lot of things. More than most people. Because he saw things they didn't see. He saw the past actions, feelings, emotions, events, of others. He had seen an earthquake shatter an entire Californian town. He had felt and seen the last moments of a family trapped in their car during a snow storm. He had more memories and feelings of other people in his head than even a telepath. He knew what sadness felt like. He knew despair. He knew joy. He knew glee. He knew anger. He knew pride. Joy. Glee. Pride. Those were the three things he sensed from the new situation they were in. Every doorway was imprinted with Arcade's presence. He had clearly been very intune with this project. He was clearly very happy with it. It was his. And he was proud. Not just of it, but of the deaths it could cause. He WANTED deaths on his hands. And if the feelings coming off that small glimpse of his mental leftbehinds was any indication, he was going to get it. Because this was real. No matter how much Holly wanted to not believe it. It was real. He stepped forward towards the door marked with his name, ran a hand across the doorway and shuddered. It wasn't just their failure, their deaths, he wanted. It was enjoyment while watching them fail, watching them hurt. As his door opened there was something else. New images that all raced into his mind. Old memories. And then the door shut. And he was alone with the past. Like he felt most days. Except now there were no people to laugh with, to pretend everything was alright with. There was just himself. And the past. Tags: none |
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| Marc | August 14, 2015, 10:21 pm Post #33 |
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Character: Cyclops Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco Factory to ??? The shield Iceman created did not only come swiftly upon Scott's command, it also had a very sturdy look, as if it could definitely stop a bullet or two. Instinct's warning about someone straight above them would have had Scott sending the feral mutant after the person sitting basically on top of them if he hadn't been working on tactical police-officer take-down with Iceman right now. As it was, he merely gave a nod for now, to show that he had heard and understood, then focused on Bobby. He wasn't sure how long the other mutant could keep his ice-structures up as strong and sturdy as they currently were, and he did not want to risk either of them to get shot by a trigger-happy cop. He was still intent on using the ice-mirrors Bobby had created to direct his beam further into the factory but for now, the two officers that were basically in their faces were the top priority concern. But then, just as he was about to step around and take out the left cop as per his indication to Bobby moments earlier, both Teon and Kay chimed in about the change he himself had noticed. Kay informed him that there was no reception to be gained on his cell and thus, Forge could not be reached. And Teon mentioned that the building, the whose structure they were in, had moved elsewhere. Somewhere they had not been before. Questions rushed through his mind – how, when, why? No matter, not now. He wouldn't let Bobby handle the police-officers alone. He should already be out there, around the ice shield, should be tackling the officer on the left as he had said he would. His delay was putting a team-mate in danger. Dropping and rolling, he levered his shades off his nose in a way that a short, narrow beam of energy escaped in the direction of the officer he had set his eyes on. He fanned the beam out a bit, making sure to hit his target, intent on knocking him back and hopefully, knocking him out. In the end, it didn't matter. Because the screen appearance of a mad man changed the whole game they were in. A man man who turned this into a game of survival. For them all. Mutants or baseline humans. Utopians or civilians. Cops or hostages. It no longer mattered. They were all in this .. game, this Murderworld, with some sort of purpose. It was a game they would all have to play, at least for as long as the man in the moving pictures held the longer lever. And what a lever he did hold. Cyanide gas, sending them to play or day (or rather, play and die), challenges he had devised solely for the purpose of killing and entertainment. Jean's words filtered through, right into their minds. Telling them to be safe. Reminding them that they could do this. Her message brought calm to his mind, and he turned to his team. Teon, brave and true, thinking of a friend in this moment of peril, then stepping bravely up to be the first who entered the trap that had been set for him. Bobby, quick as a whip in Scott's plan before, ready to step into his own potential death-trap. Kay, holding out Scott's phone to return it and Scott had to bite back a hysteric chuckle. Leave it to Kay to think of something like that before he too went into what might be his death. “You can do this. All of you. You are better than him. Let's show him what Utopians are made of.” And with that, gas beginning to swirl around them, Scott turned towards the door that had his name on it and stepped through, not hesitating, not looking back. Tags: Scott's team (Iceman, Instinct, Templar), none really |
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