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| Where in the World is our Team from San Francisco; Tag: Amazon, Breakdown, Cannonball, Husk, Nightcrawler, Sage, Petra, Polaris, Forge | |
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| Topic Started: August 19, 2015, 5:07 pm (258 Views) | |
| Zeke | August 19, 2015, 5:07 pm Post #1 |
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Character: Forge Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: X-Jet and Utopia Forge was officially freaking out. Operator had informed him that the phone signals form the entire team in San Francisco had vanished. At first he guessed that Yoyo had teleported them away somewhere and it would only be a matter of seconds before they were picked up again by the world wide satellite network and everything would be fine. That wasn't what happened, he waited and waited, and then received a notification from Big Brother that the situation in the news had changed. Forge pulled up the clip and watched as the entire factory building just vanished. Only it didn't really vanish. If it had been teleported, there would have been a big empty space where the building had been and gushing water mains. Instead it had all gone; the building and the space. The sidewalks and guard pylons from there other side of the building were inches away from the ones on the side the camera was on. It was like the space had been stolen, like a map being folded up to hide something. He was still trying to fly, something he wasn't comfortable enough doing to not pay attention. Forge could multitask like no one else, but only when his brain diverted processing power away from things like taste, smell, and conscious thought. Trying to keep enough of a balance to not go for a high speed swim, Forge addressed Lisa. "Get me an open line to Utopia, broadcast it through the PA system." He waited a moment for her to get that set up.
For the rest of the trip, for the rest of his trip, Forge was guiding his AIs just enough to get them to search the media of the world for anything useful; similar occurrences, theoretical physical journals with the effect described, science fiction books, occult or paranormal phenomenon that matched. By the time he arrived at Utopia, he had some theories. The jet set down on the pavement and as the engines spun down, Forge lowered the access ramp and hopped out onto it. He ushered everyone gathered inside and closed the ramp. Forge sat down in the pilot seat and faced everyone behind him. In the air between them, the footage of the factory crunching up into nothing played several times and at a slower speed each time. "What we know is that the building disappeared. It was not teleported or made invisible because then there would be a big empty lot. There isn't. You can see that one officer step from that side walk to the other one; a step that just seconds before had a at least 200 feet of building between them. My theory is that they were folded out of normal space. Think of folding two point on a map together to hide what's between them or the way they hid Grimmauld Place in Harry Potter. I did some checking and in the last few weeks, it appears buildings from all over the world have just gone missing. A sitting room from a historical building in Blists Hill, England just vanished, as did the door leading to it from the rest of the building. A seldom used greenhouse attached to a high school in Georgia, the entire 4th floor of a hotel in Maine, and an empty office space in Seoul. That's what I could find so far. I have lost the phone signal from the team and I should be able to pick that up anywhere on Earth." He waved his hand and the clip of the factory vanished. "I doubt that any technology humans have made could do this. So it's either a mutant power, alien tech... I can hardly believe I'm considering magic a possibility but I can't afford to write off any possibility right now. Thoughts? Anyone? Tessa?" Tag: All Utopians not in Murderworld (Amazon, Breakdown, Cannonball, Husk, Nightcrawler, Sage, Petra, Polaris, Forge) Edited by Marc, August 20, 2015, 4:49 pm.
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| Matthew | August 25, 2015, 7:53 am Post #2 |
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Character: Cannonball Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Utopia - Xjet Sam could claim his last day or two had been rather productive. He had garnered a few conversations with folks. He now had a better grip on just why some acted the way they did and how some others would act once they formed the council government that he had been voted into. After all of that he had retired to the security office and... Well he had almost just blasted the dang room out of existence. The room looked a cross between cobweb infused untouched and dorm room messy. He wasn't sure if it was a Security room, a long forgotten storage closet, or something in between. He was sure that the fastest way to clean it would have been a blast of power straight from his fists. Hardly a good impression to make as a Security member though. Even less a good impression to make as a newly minted council member. As for how it would look as the eldest of the Guthrie kin... well he reckoned reactions would be mixed. Some of his kin would frown on such a display, others would cheer him on. In the end he decided against it, even if it would give him a touch of sorely needed street cred with his kin. Instead he just cleaned the dag nabbit place up. That was exactly what Sam was up to as he heard the announcement from Forge. He cringed as he realized the announcement was across the entire PA system. They really needed a better system than to let everyone and their pet ferret know what was going on with the island. Not to mention announcing over the PA that they were about to leave the island abandoned was a recipe for inviting anyone who might be spying on them to take a look around the place. Sam would talk to Forge about that one later. No need to bring it up while they were trying to sort a rescue out. A theme that seemed all too familiar lately. Rescues. At least he wasn't the one in need of rescue this time, nor were his kin. He knew he shouldn't think that way though, being relived OTHERS were in danger, and he sighed to himself as he made his way to the jet to join in with the others. He made himself as comfortable as someone about to embark on an unknown rescue mission could be as Forge explained things in a technobabble that left Sam wondering if everything he said had been in English. All he knew were people were missing. They couldn't find them. They had to find them. Simple enough for his mind. "I reckon we need ta look into some sorta early warning system built into the phones or such, they press one button and a signal hits the island, we get an instant feed on the audio of what they hear? Then even if'n we lose em like this we will have some idea what jus went on? Maybe? I'm bout as tech savvy as a glass house is private... jus wonderin Security wise is all..." Tag: the ones not in Murderworld |
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| Kevin | August 27, 2015, 12:38 am Post #3 |
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Character: Amazon Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Amazon's Abode - X-Jet It was such a great day. Getting to know Callie, Eight, Kay, Billy, and Teddy a little better made a good shopping excursion. She and a couple others left before dinner and took all the collected goods back with them. Liz herself only agreed to return because she didn't want to have dinner at the mall. Being a pageant girl meant practicing self-discipline, and in terms of a diet, her most successful method of keeping on track was the 'out of sight, out of mind' technique. The day had definitely gotten to her, though. Which was not something she would ever admit to, and never let herself experience it publicly. When Liz was on, she went full force. But as she slunk into the privacy of her apartment, announcing her intention to try on all her new outfits, she didn't have to be on anymore. But at this point in her life, being 'off' was its own entity. She'd walked into her apartment, opened up her closet door and stared at the full length mirror for a moment, yet somehow absent on both sides of the mirror. Because who she saw was not who she actually was. And something about that made her decay inside. And despite how hard she worked to be the girl everyone saw her as... she alone had to live with the girl in that mirror. She wasn't sure how long she'd succumbed to the blank body in the mirror, but the announcement knocked her back into reality. Forge was calling for everyone to meet and discuss a new Utopian tragedy. Liz didn't waste much time in reacting. She had to pick something to wear! Unsure of what was expected of her, she chose to assume she'd be brought along one her first mission, whether she wanted to or not. But they'd only know she was fully willing and happy to help. And the truth was, she wanted to be happy to help. Some of the Utopians in that disappearing building had risked their lives for her, her siblings, and her cellmates in the Friends of Humanity prison. She couldn't morally turn away from returning the favor. And though ever cell in her body was telling her to choose flight in the Fight-or-Flight ultimatum, Liz just wasn't that girl. She changed into her new neon pink yoga pants and a black jogging-jacket. She was sure this wasn't the best visual choice for a mission, considering she basically looked like a Sonya Blade from the early 90s, but it allowed her the most flexibility, and she didn't have any sort of uniform that she trusted her powers not to tear through. She strapped on her mission-purse and headed up to the surface flat, meanwhile tying her hair into a long, tight braid. Her mission-purse definitely needed some explaining, though. See, for Liz, her powers allowed her to grow and shrink at will. But this was strictly involving her own body and anything actually fixed on her body. This meant that her hair would grow and shrink proportionately, any scars or tattoos she might have would grow and shrink proportionately, etc. Her clothes, however, were not fixed on her body, and therefore... would either tear off if she grew, or she'd shrink too small to use them. So, Liz had to make a conscious decision not to use her powers unless it was vital, and in the case that it was... she would still need to be clothed, because Jesus. That's where her mission-purse came in. Although she had no way of covering herself if she chose to grow, she did manage to snag some of the clothes off her and her sisters' old barbies. She had a miniature wardrobe that rivaled her normal one, and her purse was filled with options to fit any tiny occasion. Liz was on. "Hiya, handsome..." she flirted as she approached Forge. Because even with what might be going on, she could at least still try to get a man out of all this. As she took her place on the jet and listened to Forge looking for answers, and Sam going on a tangent about Liz eyed between the two of them. While it might look like she was really internalizing what they were both saying, she wasn't. Because she had absolutely no idea what either of them were talking about. Disappearing buildings, aliens, magic, phone warnings and disaster alerts? "You mean we can't just... jump in?" Tags: Assembled Team Edited by Kevin, September 2, 2015, 4:15 pm.
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| Alison | August 28, 2015, 8:17 am Post #4 |
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Character: Sage Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Utopia -XJet Breaking through the water, Tessa pushed forwards into breast stroke, concentrating on the strokes and the resistance of the water as she made her way back to the main beach. Reaching the shallower water, she dived down to touch the bottom and then held herself under until the very last minute of oxygen depletion. Feeling the last gasps of air escape, she released the hold on her own body and then rocketed back towards the surface. Pushing up through the surface, she breathed deeply a few times as her eyes scanned the horizon for any onlookers. Satisfied that she was alone, she exited the water and continued back to her apartment as she wrung out the masses of hair usually kept hidden under various veils and hijabs. Unlocking the door to the apartment, she twisted her hair into a knot as she entered. Going to the ensuite, she was just about to reach for the shower door when the speaker in her room crackled to life and Forge’s voice came through. Listening patiently, her eyes set into hard orbs and she dropped her hand. There was a mission. It could get dangerous. Setting her jaw, Tessa gave a single breath and then headed for her wardrobe. Pulling out practical clothing, she dressed quickly and then bound her still wet hair under a tight cover that pressed against the edges of her face. Pinning and tying the veil over it in several dozen knots, she brought out a small bundle and unwrapped it on her bed. Looking down at her still sharp knives she had carried with her over many thousands of miles, she brushed across the metal with a soft touch then slipped them into her clothing. Taking up her coding glasses, a gift from Forge, she was about to exit when she stopped as a thought presented itself. Jean is in there. That means no telepath. You need to unlock it. “No,” she told herself. “It is too dangerous. You know what it can do. And I am not as powerful as she is. Not by far.” It doesn’t matter. Unlock it. “No.” If you do not turn it on, they could die. You could all die in the process. You have no idea what all of this means, Nousha. You could all be walking into a trap, for all the data you have. Unlock it, please. You do not have to keep it awake after this mission, just for now. Do it. Taking a deep breath, Tessa eventually nodded to herself and then sat on the bed. Closing her eyes, she sought out the pulsing lines of her own genetics and travelled along the main conduit. Branching off, she stopped in front of a large pulsing mass that was discoloured. Diving in, she travelled through it until the familiar sight of locked doors appeared in front of her mind. Reaching a spectral hand forward, she grasped hold of the handle and began to slowly pull it back towards her. Forcing the resistance to slowly yield, it finally opened and raw power surged through her body. Bathing in it, Tessa opened her eyes back in the real world and she let out a gasp as the sensations of everything she could hear flooded her mind. Breathing out, she eventually calmed herself enough to head out the door and followed the well-worn path to the bunker. Following the two Guthries on board, Tessa smiled at them both then slipped on her rose tinted glasses and chose a seat. Staring at the snippet of recording as it played over and over again, Tessa concentrated as she watched it play. Her eyes glowed behind her glasses as she concentrated on it, searching for a missed detail, maybe an indicator of a mutation. There. There it was. Right before the factory disappeared, Tessa saw…something. A flash. Letting it play again, Tessa was sure the more she concentrated on that few seconds. “It is the use of a mutation,” Tessa spoke slowly. “There is a moment, about 1.2 microseconds before the building vanishes, where you can see it in the recording. It could not have been spontaneous, however. This was…planned. Perhaps if we had recordings of a few weeks prior? He or she would have had to have stalked the area. Plotting, planning, working out the details. We should cross match on the computers for any common sightings of a person in all the locations where rooms were ‘stolen.’ ” She rested her hands in her lap. “I do not like people going after what I consider to be my own kin,” she mused, half to herself and half to the others. “I like not know what we are facing even less.” Tags: All |
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| Jesse | August 29, 2015, 3:47 pm Post #5 |
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Character: Nightcrawler Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Utopia -XJet Having mildly hydrophobic fur was handy when it was raining, because Kurt didn't tend to get 'drowned rat' wet. It was less handy when one needed to bathe. Kurt Wagner was the master of long showers, if only for the amount of scrubbing required to feel clean, something he'd been struggling with since his forced captivity. He didn't typically use shampoo on his body as his skin's natural oils were too important to keeping his fur soft and smooth. So instead, he just brushed himself out under running water, a laborious and detailed process. So, naturally, there'd be a disaster while he was in the shower. As the PA system cut on, he looked up with wide, yellow eyes. Could Forge see him in here? He covered himself with his hands just in case as he listened to the message. Afterwards, he said aloud to the empty bathroom, "On my way as quick as I can." Could Forge hear him? Probably not. He wasn't pressing any buttons or anything. After taking a moment to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, he turned off the shower and began shaking like a dog, head flinging from side to side hard enough for his cheeks to make small smacking sounds. Using his tail as a tourniquet, he squeezed the water off his limbs, then patted his chest down as well as he could before teleporting over to his wardrobe. Shorts, a Utopia TeeShirt, and not much else made up his uniform. He disappeared, only to port back into the room a moment later and grab a long brown trenchcoat and a wide brimmed hat that he could wear if he had to end up in public. Later, sitting on the jet, Nightcrawler listened to everything, perched on his seat like a bird of prey, feet on the cushion, knees bent, hands dangling between his splayed legs. "This is considerably outside of my expertise, but Tessa has an sound idea. Worse comes to worse, I could try to use my gift to skip past the 'folded space'? I'm loath to try that though. I'm profoundly uncomfortable trying to teleport to somewhere I can't see. The times I've done blind teleports have been into areas I'm fairly certain are empty, say open sky." Tags: All |
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| Jeremy | September 1, 2015, 7:58 pm Post #6 |
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Featuring: Breakdown Date: March 14 Time: Evening Location: X-Jet The shopping trip had gone... not completely terribly. Better than he'd expected, anyway. Better than he'd feared. Still, he'd jumped at the chance to return early. Even then, he'd felt completely drained. So when the mainland mutants found a mission thrust upon them, it only affirmed Eight's decision. He doubted he'd be much use on a rescue mission, but he could at least help here. As Lorna had done for the last mission, Eight began setting up triage tents for the team's inevitable return. Assuming, that is, they didn't vanish from the face of the Earth. When the call came in, Eight shouldn't have been surprised. Nothing was ever that easy. He finished what little preparation he could before breaking to grab some of his new exercise equipment. He'd purchased them that morning optimistically, expecting at least a few weeks of making excuses before making use of them. And even then, he hadn't intended on using them in quite this way. It left him with no small amount of trepidation roiling his stomach. Eventually, though, he finagled them over his flab and forced his feet toward the landing pad. Now, Forge had outlined the situation when he called them. Still, knowing and seeing were two different things. Bending space? Really? It had existed as a theory for quite some time. No one had ever seen such a feat in person. But there it was, plain as day. The building--the solid, concrete-and-steel building--just folded up and vanished, leaving not even its vacated space behind. What could cause such a thing? Forge offered a few possibilities there, and while Eight had no answer, Tessa, thankfully, did: mutant confirmed. Not that there weren't plenty of questions remaining. For starters, if this... whatever-it-was moved matter directly across the two sides, what would happen if that officer hadn't (presumably) walked through a flat plane? Would a concave surface have a lensing effect and turn him inside out? If he hit a corner, the south one, would the east and west ends get half of him each? Eight could probably survive any such scenario, but he doubted that officer shared his same special brand of resilience. Frankly, it seemed a miracle the fool survived. Still, the man in uniform did have one advantage over them: proximity. He doubted any mutant response protocol accepted letting anyone else onto the scene--mutants or otherwise. Eight could sneak past their defenses, but again, he found himself uniquely qualified; how would the rest of the team get through? "Has anyone tried getting in from below?" A factory that big had to have some kind of drainage system beneath. Assuming the "fold" stopped at the surface, Eight would have little trouble opening a path upward. And up, meanwhile, provided another viable option. "Or from above?" It did share the same benefit of circumventing the police presence, if not as simple or as covert. "Until we know what we're dealing with, though, I'd strongly urge not flying into this thing. I doubt even just walking through it," he thumbed at the officer as the man again popped up on loop, "is a wise idea." Tags: Rescue Rangers |
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| Storyteller | September 5, 2015, 2:13 pm Post #7 |
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Date: March 4th Time: Evening Location: X-Jet Forge nodded as Sam expressed his ideas about an early warning system. "Yes, I have something like that in play right now. The phones record all sound around them and its stored for about a week in my servers. If more than 3 members of Utopia want to look up something, it can be released by the AI's. I figured people wouldn't want me to just be able to drop in on anything they say. When the mission was given to them, Operator switched modes and we have access to everything their phones picked up since leaving the mall they were at. We're still processing the data, but that should..." There was an alert form Lisa that they had found some useful information and brought up a holographic sheet with a transcript of what was said. He was reading it as Liz said hi and waved her off with a brief "hello," and kept reading. "Uh no Liz, there isn't something we can just jump into... we don't know where to jump..." He was brought back by Tessa's revelation about the disappearance being a mutant ability. Forge looked up from the sheet he was reading and made eye contact with Tessa. "That is supported by what the team was feeling. Mulholland, er Urbane, was picking up memories and said he felt something strange like a man becoming friends with the building. That was probably him setting up his, uh, energy or connection or whatever it is he needs to use his ability. I've got an AI looking for footage of the factory to see if we can identify when this man would have had a chance. I'm also looking at the other locations that seem to have had places disappear." There was a ton of data coming in, and he was thankful that he had his AIs, especially Lisa, to help go through all of it. Time was important and if he had to do all of it himself, it would have taken far longer. The creative thinking everyone was providing was helpful and it was good to know that there was a good set of minds on the island. Forge took a second to pull up the information. "I think it actually gone, completely. There doesn't seem to be a bottom or top left to get in through. though it isn't like it was scooped up by a giant claw game leaving all the wires and pipes exposed. The information from the utilities show that there is no electricity or powering heading into the factory and that it all stopped at the time the building vanished. If it was ripped away the water main should be gushing, but it isn't... The building was... borrowed. I don't have the right set of words to describe it." In Forge's head was a flurry of activity. With the analyzing aspect of his power kicking in, he was figuring out what had happened, small pieces at at time. "Oh Kurt, thats actually helpful. There has to be a reason Yoyo hasn't just teleported everyone back. Ok so, the space disappearing an not just the building would suggest that it wasn't transported but that the very fabric of space time it occupies was somehow borrowed or folded into a different dimensional space. There has to be a pattern... Eight, keep coming up with creative ideas like the underground one. Tessa, I need your help analyzing this." A three dimensional image of the world appeared and markers with the know locations of places that have disappeared. There has to be a connection." Forge was unaware that Tessa had turned her telepathy back on and that his mind would be like a blaring speaker as it chugged along. In the control room of Murderworld, Ms. Coriander was kneeling with her eyes closed, throwing her perception out through her clairvoyant power. She frowned and turned toward Arcade, eyes still closed. "Sir there's... a complication." A flicker of disappointment tinged with fear shot through the redhead. "And what is that?" "The mutants back on Utopia, they... are close to discovering how all of this works. Something is different than it was. I can't tell what. I need more time for it to be revealed to me. I'm not sure we have that time. They have a map and I think the potential to figure out where out back door is." Arcade's joyous demeanor crumbled. As much as he was enjoying the hell he was putting them through, Arcade was not so blind to the bigger picture that he couldn't see when it was better to cut his losses. His emotions were roiling inside, but he kept a calm face. "Mr. Chambers, be ready to unbind the rooms people are in. If we have to let them go this time to make sure the secret of Murderworld is kept, it means we'll get a chance again. I have underestimated these mutants. I can see now They wanted them dead. Well, we'll analyze the data and build a better Murderworld next time." Miss Locke was already furiously preparing the tech side of things for the disconnect. "Self destruct our tech?" He nodded. It wouldn't do to have anyone else getting more information on them. That was what made all of it possible, knowledge. If it wasn't for Ms. Coriander getting information on people that no one else could, he wouldn't have been able to design challenges that so effectively cut into its victims. He'd had time to think of a response to give to all of his players and addressed the entirety of Murderworld. He pressed a button and the feed from his throne was sent to all of the screen in Murderworld. "I regret to inform all of you that this game is being called on account of rain. I'm deeply upset that we didn't get to see this through to the end. Hopefully I'll see you back here in the future. Until then, get better and don't let someone else kill you, I reserve that honor for myself." Arcade cut the feed, took a deep breath to settle himself and nodded at Miss Locke. She sent out the signal for the devices to self destruct and then he nodded to Mr. Chambers. All of the parts of the Murderworld with people in them were sent back to where they came from. His mind was burning with new ideas but he pushed them back, quieted his thoughts. There would be time and he couldn't be impatient if he hoped to succeed. "This has been fun and enlightening. I suggest we retire for now then begin work on the next Murderworld in a few days time. You all did well, next time we'll succeed." He stood up slowly and turned to leave the room. White Rabbit hopped up and linked her arm through his. "Perhaps next time we need to extend our influence beyond the rooms of Murderworld. We know now that the rest of the Utopian mutants are a problem. If we also launched some sort of distraction in the real world, it would keep them from occupied." With a smile that was more genuine and caring that the one he'd worn for the players in Murderworld, Arcade grinned at his mutant companion. "My dear Rabbit, I do believe that is the answer. Things in the real world are much harder to plan and control. But that's why I have you. I'm guessing you have a plan?" She just smiled back and him as they walked out into the streets of New York. Back at Utopia, Forge and Sage's work was interrupted by Operator. "I have reestablished contact with the phones owned by all missing members. They appear to be alive, but are scattered across the world." The news was a welcome relief. "Thank you Operator. Open up a group call with them, I want to know if they are injured and who we're going to get them back." Tags: Any and All Utopians Edited by Storyteller, September 5, 2015, 2:21 pm.
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| Roman | September 6, 2015, 9:07 pm Post #8 |
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Character: Polaris Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Utopia and X-Jet The amount of time that Lorna had spent on revising her Masters dissertation was exactly 'none'. For an hour and a half, she'd been squared away in the common room of the Utopian Surface Flat with her books piled on the cushioned seat to the left of her, her laptop sitting cold and unused atop of the round, stone, indoor firepit edge, and her forehead rested motionless on top of it with arms sprawled out around the edges of the tabletop like she was giving it a comforting hug. It was a bit of a challenge furthering her education while also helping to get a community up and started. Not to say that she wasn't good at day sleeping. She already had a double Masters in that. The thoughts that haunted her time at night... the images that never faded with time or with the coming daylight... at the very least, she could say that they made her more productive. More driven. What she probably wouldn't ever choose to admit to anyone is that she loved the busy. Burying herself in more in more to do so that it felt like she was moving forward. Or more acutely, so that she couldn't tell if she was still in the same space, having not progressed at all. Her blissful unconsciousness was cut tragically short by the intercom system that ran into every livable space on Utopia. The announcement both shocked her awake and sent an icy-cold shot of panic through her spine. Instincts usurped all other priorities and arbitrary questions as Lorna tore from her place around the table in the seating area. It all passed through her brain in under a minute. Of having just texted Jean only a few hours ago. To what could've happened to them all in such a relatively short amount of time. To not being here the first time that things went to shit back when Yoyo got shot and Liam had been taken hostage with the rest of the refugees thanks to the Friends of Humanity while she was interrogating Division X in Washington. But she was here now. And she had no idea what she could do to help. But whatever it was... she was going to do it. She arrived at the ramp and boarded the X-Jet without a word or glance to any of the others until she was finally inside. She was already throwing her arms through the sleeves of the black, Division X-provided armored jackets when Forge began addressing the crowd. She hadn't even tried one on yet... and hoped that she would never have to. But this was how it was, now. It was part of their job. Whether Lorna wanted it or not. Information absorbed into her auto-pilot brain function, churning through possible explanations for missing physical spaces, wondering about the capabilities of the current roster of Utopians that were currently missing, as well as what she could possibly do to help find them. This was far out of the realm of her usual docket of expertise. While she held the amazing capabilities to keep herself alive in the face of tremendous odds and dizzying dangers... it wasn't something she was familiar with to aide others in the same circumstance. So she continued to listen. Sam spoke to Forge about preemptive measures that would not help their missing team at the present, while Liz was overwhelmingly lost and ignorant as to the scientific scope of feats that were allegedly accomplished by this 'mutant' or 'mutants'. Sage had confirmed the building's disappearance as contrived and calculated. Kurt had even mentioned the proposition of using his abilities in an attempt to teleport into wherever the space in time had folded to. This prompted Lorna to speak up for the first time since she'd arrived, sitting pensively in her seat in the X-Jet. “No. The implications of blindly teleporting in is too risky.” Her eyes darted over to where Kurt sat. “You haven't been here long enough to just end up getting killed before we have a chance to really get our journey started.” The chances of teleporting into a folded space where you would be entering into open air was probably just as likely as teleporting into a vacuum of absolutely no air and tremendous pressure. There were too many variables to consider before Lorna would outwardly agree that sending her friend in to where he might not come back from was a sound idea. Also, that many more possible avenues they could look into in order to reorganize the space, to safely traverse through it, or anything else that only made sense in Science Fiction movies. But her head was too focused to reel. As Eight mentioned going at the problem from a subterranean angle and Forge and Sage went over a projection of the reportedly 'stolen' spaces in the world, Lorna continued to postulate... to think of anything that she could possibly do to contribute to find them. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath in a show of half-hearted concentration. She opened them again in revelation. The threads of electromagnetic energy that mapped out the entire universe were key to her aiding this cause. If said threads were 'cut' or 'relocated', it would create a violent disturbance in the fabric of reality where the building had disappeared... probably the other missing locations as well. But there weren't. They were just... gone. “Forge. I need to examine the physical space of the building's prior location. It might seem weird, but I don't think the building is actually... gone. If the magnetic structure of the space is intact, it means that the factory wasn't taken anywhere... more like it's being hidden. Or secreted away in a... pocket? Something? I might be able to follow the magnetic 'threads' of the space to a position.” She didn't even really fully believe what she was saying could be true. After all, this wasn't Star Trek, and pseudo-sciences were anything but possible. But it would explain why holy hell hadn't broken out by severing a space completely. “Dimensions were not my major in college. But if I'm wrong, it still wouldn't hurt to get a magnetic spectrum reading where they went missing. Like you said... we need at the info we can get.” It was then that Operator chimed through about the reestablished contact with the missing Utopian's phones. Also that they were alive. Lorna sank back into her chair with such a large sigh that she actually felt lightheaded for a few seconds. In hearing that they were scattered all around the world... it kind of fit with the whole pocket dimension theory. Except she had no idea how any of that would even be accomplished. Even if it was a mutant that had such capabilities. This was all just... too fucking weird to really have a handle on navigating the situation in any capacity. “I'm starting to hate Science, you guys.” She was relieved as well as annoyed. Tag: The Team Edited by Roman, September 6, 2015, 9:10 pm.
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| Alison | September 9, 2015, 1:37 am Post #9 |
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Character: Sage Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Utopia and X-Jet Tessa stared back at Forge as their eyes locked, refusing to look away like many other people might. She read their contents – fear, anger, worry and a twinkle of curiosity lurking there. His thoughts, along with everyone else’s, echoed in her head before they escaped their lips, creating a disorientating speech delay jam. Resting her arms on the edges of the chair, the only outward signs of the problems it was causing her were the slightly tighter grasping of her fingers. “As you wish, Forge,” she told him, finally dropping her eyes to study the interactive images appearing in front of her. Capturing the display in front of her, Tessa tilted her head slightly to the left as she began to process the data streaming from it. Her mind worked at the speed of sound, cataloguing and storing the data by way of her specialised glasses. Matching video snippets from both what they had and what she found on the internet, Tessa was in her element. Slowly, correlations began to appear and sort themselves into workable pieces so she could upload them onto the database. Then, the voice of Operator cut in Turning her head, Tessa leaned back in her chair and rested her folded hands under her chin in a contemplative motion. Closing her eyes, she appeared to be completely at peace but behind the mask of serenity flew millions of pieces of information and dozens of questions through her mind all at the same time. If someone could have taken a scan of her brain at work with each thought represented as a dot, it might resemble a Jackson Pollack painting. Calming her mind eventually, she spoke while her eyelids remained closed. “Why?” Clearing her throat softly, she opened her eyes slowly. “Why do we, at the moment when we are finally starting to dig deeper, suddenly reactivate contact with our missing group? And why were they chosen in particular? Any mutants on the face of the planet could have been chosen, so why us? Do not get me wrong. The fact that they are back in contact is welcome news. However, something isn’t right here. It should not have been this…easy or this quick. Also, how did this person or persons, find out? Forge has assured me privately that all our new systems were created by him and him alone, in new operating systems and using an unusual programming language. A hacker could not have hacked it this quickly, and I find no evidence in any of the coding that a third party is inside.” She turned her eyes on the rest of the group, tapping a finger on the top edge of her coding glasses once or twice. “There are more questions we need answered here, I believe. I am not sure if any of you feel the same. But something is not right here.” Tags: The Team |
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