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SCENE> The Merchants Bank of New York, 434 Broadway, Manhatten. TIME> Tuesday, 8:45A ACTION> The main floor of the bank is in ruins and the employees all cower in fear behind their counters and beneath their desks. The man responsible for all this early morning chaos?: Carl "Crusher" Creel, the Absorbing Man. Absorbing Man> Ya gotta be kiddin' me! Ya mean no one in this building has de combination? Absorbing Man> Ya wouldn't try to fool me, would ya? That can be ::starts to twirl his ball and chain over his head as his raises his tone of voice emphatically:: very bad-- ACTION> The Absorbing Man swings his ball and chain bringing it down violently on one of the few remaining undemolished marble countertops. Absorbing Man> --for ya health! ACTION> The Absorbing Man's eyes go wide as he notices he is bathed by a familiar shadow. Standing in what remains of the bank's front door is a very peeved, but very stylish Jade Giantess with briefcase in hand: Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk. ACTION> As the fight commences, neither combatant notices the falcon perched on the rooftop looking with interest down at the slug-fest below. ***>>>PRELUDE END<<<*** ***>>>SIM START<<<*** SCENE> Project: Pegasus, a government-sponsored cadre of scientists studying superhuman activity, upstate New York. The high-tech facility currently houses the extradimensional team of heroes, the Squadron Supreme, as well as a number of superhuman criminals who have subjected themselves to experimentation for truncated sentences. As part of her duties as government liaison, Jessica Stark has been invited to tour the facility on an information-sharing mission. She has brought along a delegation of Avengers (Parasite, Nightingale, Raider, and Ricochet). The quintet is currently in a non-descript waiting room awaiting project security director Joseph Cartelli, the Blue Shield, to commence their guided tour scheduled for 9:30A. TIME> 9:25A ACTION> The group is obviously being monitored, artificial plants containing microphones, one-way glass, and more traditional surveillance cameras abound but luckily, the latest issue of virtually every magazine in print is available for their perusal. Hellion> And this is the highest level of security you can manage? ::vacant smile barely creeps on her face:: Nightingale> ::sits fast asleep in a chair:: Hellion> ac-hem.. ::slightly louder than a whisper:: Flora.. wake up. Parasite> ::Sits in a chair, her head tilt with her eyes unfocused and her head tilted.:: Nightingale> ::mumbles:: I don't wanna pet the bunnies.. ::yawns:: huh? where..oh.. wait... Ricochet> ::Frowns, looking sleepy and sighing:: How come I'm here, again and not doing that? ::Points at Nightingale:: Hellion> I've heard and read files on this Squadron Supreme... they've been manipulated and mind-controlled more times than any cult on the planet.. and using criminals with shortened sentences... ::groans:: Nightingale> its not polite to point, kid.. ::looks at him and yawns again:: Hellion> ... ::raising her voice a bit:: Children. You're Avengers. Act the part. Parasite> ::snaps out of the strange daze.:: Why do they use criminals for super projects? Nightingale> because no one else is stupid enough... ::stretches:: ACTION> The waiting room door slides open and in walks the Blue Shield. Hellion> Because, Parasite, they can pump them full of experimental drugs and not have to worry about side-effects.. besides, what do they have to lose, right? Nightingale> ::looks up at BS walks in:: Hellion> ::glances up at the Blue Shield:: Hello there, I'm the Avengers team le...liason.. Jessica Stark ::extends her hand:: Parasite> But if it works, then it's bad. ::Trails off quietly seeing the men walk in.:: Ricochet> ::Mutters slightly, before crossing his arms and looking up, seeing the Blue Shield and giving a brief wave:: Blue Shield> ::clears his throat:: Good morning to you all. ::shakes jess's hand:: I hope your trip was a pleasent one. Hellion> As pleasant as it could be.. ::nods:: Nightingale> it was just so terrible... ::smirks:: Parasite> ::Folds her hands in her lap and shurgs.:: Hellion> ::shoots a glance at Nightingale:: Nightingale> hey, its a joke! ::crosses her arms:: Raider`> ::lets the other responds and just sends BS a small smile..as she runs a hand through her hair:: Hellion> I'll get right to business... we may need to rely on you for a big line of defense if the Avengers ever do fail.. especially without the Fantastic Four around now. Why should we be trusting of your operations? Blue Shield> ::glances at nightingale, puposely ignoring jess's question:: Right then.. if you'll all just follow me, then we'll begin our tour of the facility with the holding area for our.. detainees.. I imagine that would be the area you are all most curious about since your work puts them there. Raider`> ::looks around obviously not too interested in what's going on:: ((Security talk..I just know how to get pass the stuff not how to work with it)) Ricochet> ::Coughs:: Uhm..is it me..or does anyone else get the feeling that they may be..just a little unhappy to see us? Hellion> ::cold glare at BS:: ((If this is because of my age...again..)) of course.. ::looks back at the others and starts to follow:: Nightingale> I'm so excited.. ::stands up and glances at Jess grinning:: Hellion> ::smirks a bit at Nightingale:: as we all are, Flora.. ((would rather be working on some new mechanical equipment than doing this right now..)) Parasite> ::Hops out of the seat and turns off her collar, allowing her to use her powers if needed.:: Raider`> ::walks with the others and looks around:: Nightingale> ::whispers to Ricochet:: don't worry, if anything happens you can hold them off while we make an escape... Parasite> ::Tiny smile to BS:: Hi ACTION> Identicards begin to beep notifying the assembled of an incoming message. Hellion> ::checks her ID:: Hellion here. Raider`> ::picks up her card and waits for the message:: Nightingale> ::pulls out her card and looks at it:: hmm.. DrPym> +com+ Avengers, we've got a bit of a-- ACTION> A loud sound effect, as though someone was just punched incredibly hard, interupts Pym who ducks in response as though something large just flew over his head. DrPym> +com+ --nevermind then. I'll give you a full report during our meeting later. Hellion> ::blinks:: Raider`> +com+ Nevermind what? Parasite> ::Blinks, hearing the beeping and looks around, apprently a bit confused.:: ACTION> Pym cuts the comlink. Hellion> It seems to be under control Raider.. ::glances back at BS:: Excuse us.. but please continue. Nightingale> Pym, are you trying to cook again? ::blinks:: well that was abrupt... Ricochet> ::Moves to grab for his Identicard, stopping as Pym cuts out:: ...Aww man! We're missing the fun! ::Sighs:: Parasite> Oh! ::Takes out her ID card, another puzzeled expression crosses her face and puts it away.:: Raider`> ::looks to Hellion and makes a face..puts her card away and adjusts the bottom of her shirt as she waits for them to start moving again:: Blue Shield> Follow me. ::exits the waiting room and turns down the coridoor:: Hellion> ac-hem! They. Have. It. Under. Control. ::stares at the other Avengers and quickly follows BS again:: Nightingale> ::pats Parasite's shoulder:: don't worry so much ::smiles and follows the others:: Hellion> ((I'm sure he's doing fine.. Pym is a capable leader.. right..)) Raider`> ::moves after Bs:: Don't get your knickers in a wad, Jess ::smiles:: Parasite> Okay:: Frowns faintly:: Jessica, do you have a cold? ::Semi-skips behind BS:: Hellion> ::ignores them:: ...why me.. Ricochet> ::Scowls:: ((Great..they get to handle some nice easy villain, while we get to walk through a whole complex full of them, while listening to some administrator type..)) Hellion> Now if I'm to understand this correctly.. the experiments have all been producing different abilities? Nightingale> ::raises an eyebrow at Ricochet:: I bet you're thinking... "damn they get to fight off some wacko while I'm stuck here" ACTION> Blue Shield leads the team down what seems to be an endless path of confusing, unlabeled, and seemingly identical corridoors. After they pass by the eighty-seventh (if anyone was counting) unmarked door all of which Blue Shield declined to comment on they begin to wonder if they're taking the long way around the facility. Ricochet> Not exactly. ::Looks around as they walk, speaks quietly as he counts:: Eighty-eight..eight-nine.. Parasite> I think he's just silly. Hurting people is bad for lots of reasons. Even if they derseve it. Raider`> Is there a point to this tour? Or are you just leading us around until we actually die of bloody boredom? Nightingale> ::looks down at her growling stomach:: are we there yet? Parasite> I mean... hurting bad people means that the world still isn't right... It'd be nice if we didn't have to. ACTION> The group arrives at an elevator which requires card key access, a palm, and retinal scan to utilize all of which Blue Shield supplies. The elevator doors open to allow the Avengers to board. Hellion> ::boards the elevator:: Blue Shield> Please pardon the delay, areas of the facility are currently.. undergoing rennovations. Nightingale> ::walks into the elevator and looks at Parasite:: unfortnately... it doesn't always work that way... ::yawns:: Hellion> ..really. Hellion> ::glances at BS:: More security measures..? Raider`> ((This just reeks of a bad feeling..)) ::looks towards Hellion and then moves into the elevator:: ACTION> Once all of the Avengers board the elevator, the doors abruptly shut leaving Blue Shield behind. The lights in the elevator go out and Ricochet's danger sense begins to howl although it is far to late for that as gas starts to pour into the car. Hellion> ugh.. I knew there was something off. ::glares:: Hellion> Parasite. Rip open the doors if you would, please. Hellion> Raider, anything that can light up this elevator so we can see? Raider`> Then you could have told all of us not to walk into it..::coughs and uses her shirt to cover her mouth and nose:: Ricochet> ::Twitches:: ..Agh! Damnit! It always waits until we're screwed to start working..::Turns towards Blue Shield, reaching for one of his discs and trying to hold his breath:: Nightingale> *cough* ugh.. dirty double crossing ::trails off:: Parasite> ::Nods slightly and walks to the doors, atempting to pry it open.:: Hellion> try to *cough* find where the gas is coming from and...block *cough cough* it.. Raider`> ::doesn't take a breath in..but holds what she had..as she moves into her bag and fishes out a flare:: should I acutally use it ::coughs:: Hellion> ::starts to black out:: dammit.. this is embarrassing.. Nightingale> ::glances at Ricochet:: looks like we *cough* might get to sleep in after all ::searches for a vent:: ACTION> Parasite's touch makes the light blue force field surrounding any possible exit from the elevator car visible. Parasite> I can't open it! Hellion> ::reaches for her ID card:: +com+ Pym.. this is Jessica.. we need.. back *cough cough* ACTION> All Jessica gets is static, the elevator is shielded against all communications. Nightingale> ::slides down the wall of the elevator sitting on the floor coughing:: Parasite> ::Backs away with a frown.:: Maybe... *cough* if I don't take off my collar *cough* maybe if they drag me away I'll drain them. Hellion> great.. they're smarter than I gave them credit for.. ::closes her eyes:: Nightingale> they'd better *cough* feed us... ::slumps over:: ACTION> One by one, each Avenger succombs to the gas and blacks out. ***>>>SIM PAUSE<<<*** ***>>>INTERLUDE START<<<*** ACTION> The Merchants Bank. She-Hulk is engaged in a heated slug-fest with the Absorbing Man. Her clothes are in a awful disrepair and they were new too. ACTION> 9:35A DrPym> ::runs onto the scene pulling his identicard from his uniform and opens a comlink:: Avengers, we've got a bit of a-- ACTION> The hunting falcon swoops down with a mighty cry and claws at Absorbing Man's cheek which does little to his skin, toughened by mimicry of She-Hulk, but it does distract him long enough for She-Hulk to strike the final blow. DrPym> --nevermind then. I'll give you a full report during our meeting later. ::closes the comlink:: Redwing> ::caws and perches himself on she-hulk's shoulder:: DrPym> Falcon, make sure Absorbing Man's down for the count. Falcon> ::nod and flies off after am:: DrPym> Guess you didn't need our help after all. ::looks at shulkie and redwing:: Redwing> ::caws and flies off after falcon:: ***>>>INTERLUDE END<<<*** ***>>>SIM RESUME<<<*** ACTION> Avengers Tower, Manhatten. Songbird and Shift are engaged in training excercises designed to test their ability to work as a team in even the most adverse conditions. The specifics of this program are negotiating a maze rigged with deathtraps under zero gravity. They have been at it for nearly an hour and have begun to suspect they're wandering in circles. ACTION> 11:45A Songbird> ::keeps her wings extended and does a quick roll through another hoop glancing over at Shift:: You have to keep up with me, Shift! Shift> oh, i can do that ::jumps through the hoop:: dont worry about me ::Shifts wings out of his back and glides after her:: Songbird> ::dives down a bit and stays close to Shift:: it's teamwork, 'member? Shift> yea i know ::smirks and looks ahead:: havent we been here before? Songbird> ..and this is getting boring.. ::wrinkles her nose a bit:: Songbird> ::cries out:: how much longer do we have to keep doing this?? ACTION> Songbird's response is a resounding, "Arf!" that echoes through the maze. Songbird> ::spins around a bit so she's floating around a bit:: Hello? Songbird> ...arf? ::puzzled look:: Shift> ::looks around quickly:: that way? ::points towards where the arf came from:: Songbird> Shift wait.. we don't know what that is! ::quickly flies after Shift through some more obsticals:: ACTION> The sounds echoes again. It is a dog barking. Songbird> Why is there a dog in here? Songbird> ::wooshes around towards the dog barking:: Shift> i dont know ::follows after her:: Songbird> See anything yet? Shift> no, i dont ::looks backwards for a second:: Songbird> ::looks for a place to land and looks around some more:: Umm... Doggy? Songbird> ::a little worried and waits for Shift:: This is too strange.. I don't like it.. Shift> ::goes to hover like beside her:: yes, but maybe someone bought a dog when we were gone or something Songbird> hold on.. Anyone here??? Shift> ::keeps a wary eye on both directions:: Songbird> ::small shudder:: ever get those I'm stuck in a horror movie vibes, Shift? ACTION> In no time at all, Songbird and Shift arrives at the center of the maze. The reward for all of their effort is a doggy bed floating around the chamber and its owner a mechanical Basset Hound who ceaselessly chases the bed around the room through the use of a propeller-tail. Songbird> ::giggles a bit:: okay.. this is strange.. Shift> ::raises a brow and lands:: yes, i agree ACTION> Having accomplished their mission objective, the gravity in the training room abruptly reasserts itself. Songbird> ack! ::falls on her butt:: Songbird> ... ::loudly:: could have warned me first! Shift> woah ::steadies himself and looks to Songbird, offering her a hand up:: Dog> Errergh? ::drops to the ground with a tinny clatter:: Songbird> thanks Shift.. ::embarrassed:: Songbird> So... do we wait for the others to start their training sessions now? ::blinks:: Shift> ::looks around:: one never knows ACTION> The doggy bed drops down over the mecha-dog. Dog> ::starts running around in circles trying to free himself of the doggy bed:: Songbird> ::stretches:: one nice cozy shower followed by plenty of cold beverages sounds really nice right now.. ::glances at the doggy bed spinning around:: ACTION> The training room's devices deactivate and retreat into the walls, floor, and cieling. Shift> yes ::shifts himself into a nice comfy robe and slippers:: well, looks like we can depart now Songbird> alright.. see you later Shift ::waves as she heads for the exit:: Shift> ::follows towards the exit:: ACTION> A tiny thud echoes through the training room as the poor mecha-dog runs into the wall. Songbird> ::winces a bit as she makes the exit:: ouch.. Shift> ::looks towards the dog and walks over to take the bed off its head:: Songbird> Don't know where the others went, do you Shift? Dog> Arf! ::an antennae with a small satellite array emerges from his head:: Shift> ::blinks a few times:: wha? Songbird> Shift, quit playing around.. let's go ::smirks:: ACTION> The dish turns back and forth as though it was attempting to get a signal lock. Dog> Arf! Shift> but the dog is doin something wierd... oh well ::turns and starts to walk towards the door:: Songbird> umm.. Shift? Songbird> ::glances at the dog:: Shift> what? ::looks back at the dog:: ACTION> The mecha-dog's eyes start to glow an eerie red as its internal projector starts to hum softly. Songbird> this isn't normal. Songbird> ::quickly heads back towards the dog and screams out a giant pink mallot and drives it towards the mech. dog:: Shift> For around here, nothings normal ::shifts his uniform back on:: Dog> Arf! ::turns towards the wall and projects satellite images of project pegasus although the images are upside down:: Shift> what the? ::turns his head sideways:: ACTION> The dog is sufficiently smashed but his head is still functioning and displaying images of Project: Pegasus. Dog> Arf! Songbird> darnit.. Shift> aww, poor dog ***>>>SIM END, TBC<<<*** ***>>>EPILOGUE START<<<*** ACTION> Stark Solutions HQ, Manhatten. James Rhodes finds himself in a role all to familiar to him: running Tony's business while he's off playing hero in exotic locales. As he reviews the schedule for today's activities he notices something that brings a smile to his face: "Lunch with Ms. R @ Pasquini's, 1 o'clock" ACTION> 12:40P WarMachine> ::taps finger while reading:: nice WarMachine> ::looks at watch:: better get goin soon WarMachine> ::grabs his coat and heads out:: ACTION> Rhodey discovers the door is locked. WarMachine> ::twists and turns at the door knob:: what the hell!?! ACTION> A hellicopter can be heard outside fast approaching. WarMachine> sh*t! ::looks around:: where'd i leave my armor... ACTION> The hellicopter levels off right outside of the window. Rhodey can see two persons in the cockpit, both wearing some sort of uniform complete with a helmet. More importantly, he can see the rocket launcher attached to the chopper. ACTION> The pilots of the chopper wave to him pleasently before the copilot hits a button on the console that launches a rocket at Rhodey. ***>>>EPILOGUE END<<<*** |
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