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SCENE> A Project: Pegasus emergency medical laboratory. The team begins to awaken to find themselves lying on examination tables, they do not remember anything prior to arriving at the elevator car, but they feel as though there's nothing wrong with any of this and that everything is peachy. TIME> Tuesday, 10:15A Doctor> ::standing over nightingale shining a penlight into her eyes:: They are awake, sir. Nightingale> wha... ::blinks:: do you mind getting that out of my face now? ::glances around:: Hellion> ::groggily:: what's happening? Doctor> ::turns the light off:: Hmmph. ::walks away, looking over his charts:: Voice> ::distorted as though it were being scrambled for privacy but decidedly male:: Excellant, I hope you are all well Avengers? Nightingale> ::tries to sit up:: oh, just.. peachy Hellion> well? ::blinks:: we are aren't we..? Parasite> ::Opens her eyes and looks around.:: ... I'm okay. Ricochet> ::Scratches his head as he sits up:: That's funny..what happened? Last thing I remember..I was counting doors and..poof..Here, we are..::Frowns:: Ricochet> ::Shrugs:: Ah well. So..what's up, Doc? ::Smirks:: Always wanted to say that.. Nightingale> ::rolls her eyes in Rico's direction:: I'm stuck here with a commedian... Voice> Very good then, I was hoping I could enlist your aid for a special project this organization will be undertaking in the coming weeks. ACTION> The Avengers find themselves willing to acquiesce to any request no matter how ludicris, yet they feel as though nothing is odd about that either. Hellion> ::nods:: very well.. I see no problems with this Parasite> I guess so... Ricochet> ::Gives a thumbs up:: So..what's the project? Voice> Ah, wonderful, we'll be in touch, Avengers. Have a lovely day. Oh, and please remember that this project is of the utmost secrecy. Don't mention it to any of your teammates just yet. ***>>>PRELUDE END<<<*** ***>>>SIM START<<<*** SCENE> Avengers' Tower meeting room; Jessica's android assistants Candy and Mandy are serving lunch to the assembled Avengers (Pym, She-Hulk, Parasite, Nightingale, Raider, Ricochet, Songbird, and Shift). TIME> 12:25P DrPym> Sorry for pushing this meeting up on such short notice everyone. ::glances up from his notes and looks over his glasses around the table:: Jessica, why don't you begin. How're things with Project: Pegasus? Hellion> They seemed to be running fine... I really didn't seem to sense any problems at all ::sips some water:: Ricochet> ::Munches on his food, hungrily, glancing up at Pym:: Yeah, you know..was kinda boring and all, actually. ::Swallows:: DrPym> Hmm. ::absently takes a bite of his sandwich:: Parasite> ::Looks at the lunch and sniffs at it. She takes a napkin and carefully puts a bit of bread into a pouch she's recently been carrying.:: Nightingale> ::polishes off her plate quickly, asking for another:: Songbird> I'm really really sorry about the "dog" I honestly didn't know.. Shift> ::takes a sip of his tea, not having anything else:: Parasite> A dog? ::Sits up in her seat.:: Ricochet> Dog? What dog? ::Glances over at Songbird, raising an eyebrow, as he munches on his sandwich:: ..We had a dog? Shift> robot dog, not a real one Songbird> ::embarrassed:: we had one.. the robodog.. ::quietly:: well I thought it was a weapon.. DrPym> Don't worry, Melissa, it was just a prototype anyway. He's easily replaced. Parasite> ... ... oh. ::Goes back to poking her lunch.:: Shift> oh? that means were getting another one? Hellion> I warned you that you should probably make it seem more biologically correct than what you built, Doctor ::smirks slightly:: Parasite> ... Real ones are better. Shift> then we should get a real one! Hellion> real ones are outdated Nightingale> ::finishes the second plate and asks for more:: I prefer birds myself... Hellion> if you don't mind.. I have some work to do.. ::nods at Pym and leaves the table:: Ricochet> ::Smirks:: A robot dog seems more fitting though..I mean..come on..that way, we can have a Robodog come in and help save the day or something. Songbird> ::picks at her food:: DrPym> ::glances over at jess:: Yes.. well.. ::glances back to his notes:: Jennifer, why don't you speak on our little altercation with the Absorbing Man this-- ::chokes on his sandwich and starts coughing:: Nightingale> I can see it now.. Ricochet and Ricodog... fighting crime and stopping evil... ::sips her tea:: Songbird> ::gasps and quickly creates a giant hand to pound on Pym's back:: Parasite> ::Looks at Hellion:: How can living things be outdated? ::Blinks, looking horrorfied then to Pym.:: DrPym> ::regains his composure:: We.. ::straightens his glasses:: ..have a problem. Songbird> I know we do.. you really should chew more doctor ::worried expression:: Nightingale> Didn't your mother tell you talking and eating at the same time is bad for your health? Shift> are you okay Mr. Pym? Ricochet> Heyy..Nice idea..::Blinks, looking up at Pym:: ..Another one? ::Sighs:: DrPym> It's not that. ::glances at songbird:: Hawkeye's apparently allied with the Thunderbolts. ***>>>SIM PAUSE<<<*** ***>>>INTERLUDE START<<<*** SCENE> Stark Solutions, Manhatten. After shattering the windows, ruining the carpet, breaking the desk into two pieces, and leaving the office with hundreds of dollars smoke damage the rocket comes to rest between Rhodey's legs. It has a gold warhead. TIME> 12:55P ACTION> In all of the commotion, the hellicopter must have made a quick escape. WarMachine> ::eyes widen:: @%#$ ::backs up and goes for his armor beginning to put it on quickly:: ACTION> As Rhodey armors up the sprinkler system comes on creating even more damage. WarMachine> ::looks at the warhead quickly to see if theres a timer:: ACTION> The rocket is sitting innocently in the middle of the office. As War Machine begins his examination of it, he determines that despite appearances the device doesn't have any explosives or other incindiaries. It seems to be a rocket-propelled capsule of some sort. WarMachine> ::kneels down and knocks the side of the rocket with his the back of his hand:: is that somebody's idea of a joke? ACTION> The rocket starts to beep slowly and steadily. Outside War Machine can hear the approaching emergency crews. WarMachine> ::looks out threw where the windows used to be:: ((hmm, maybe i should get this to the avengers mansion, see if they can figure this out..)) ::picks up the rocket and moves towards the opening and takes off:: ***>>>INTERLUDE END<<<*** ***>>>SIM RESUME<<<*** SCENE> Avengers' Compound, La Jolla, California. The Avengers are sitting around the dining room table discussing just who is going to be appointed their team leader over breakfast. This has been the hot topic for the last week or so ever since Pym made an offhand remark concerning the issue in a communqué to the team. TIME> 12:25P (9:25A local) Gargoyle> ::eats some waffles, looking to the others quietly:: Marina> ::holds her bowl of Rice Krispies up to her ear:: Nova> ::Sits back in his seat, crossing his arms as he finishes his breakfast:: Y'know..I DO have the most experience..::Smirks, slightly:: Rachel> ::making sound effects as she thrashes her manipulator action figure with her spider-woman action figure:: Xenon> ::puts some pepper on his eggs and eats a piece of bacon:: Felicia> ::Sits in her chair, her hair pulled up in a sloopy top knot wearing a Bronx Bomber jersery and shorts.:: And you can't even down a pint. Rachel> ::in her best evil supervillain voice:: MWAHAHAHA! You shall never defeat me Spider-Woman! I am the all-powerful Manipulator! MWAHAHAHA! Felicia> ::Takes a bite of her beagel.:: And no Junior, I'm not saying I should be leader or you shouldn't be. I'm just saying how amusing it is, that's all. Rachel> ::in her best superheroine voice:: Is that so Manipulator? ::thrashes the manipulator figure right into her bowl of cocoa pebbles and then continues in her villain voice:: Curses! Foiled again! I shall never triumph over the devastating combination of superpowers and motherhood! MWAHAHA--glurg, glurg, glurg. Marina> ::puts the bowl down and begins to eat the cereal:: meeeerrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvv ::airplanes the spoon to her mouth:: Nova> Yeah, well..::Smirks:: I'll be able to drink in a year. But seriously..I don't really think I want to be leader..then I'd have to get all leader-y, like Justice got..::Chuckles:: Nova> ...::Glances over at Rachel and shakes his head, grumbling:: Still can't believe they don't have a Nova figure.. Gargoyle> Why dont we first figure out what wants to be leader, and who would be suitable for the job? ACTION> Identicards begin to beep notifying the assembled of an incoming message. Nova> ::Moves to pull out his Identicard:: Here it is. I'm guessin' this is about..well..it. Felicia> ::Groans and takes out her id card.:: I don't got the experince. Marina> ::swipes a bagel from Felicia's plate while she's busy with the identicard:: Xenon> ::looks down to his identicard:: duty calls Gargoyle> ::looks at his identcard:: Marina> ::pulls out her card too while hiding the bagel under the table in her other hand:: DrPym> +com+ Avengers, we have a situation. The Thunderbolts have been sighted in Arizona; Hawkeye is with them. We've reason to believe they're headed for the abandoned complex used by Dominus. All of the relevant files are in the database. Familiarize yourselves with them and head out there A-SAP. DrPym> +com+ Don't provoke a conflict if you can avoid it, but at the same time--At the same time, don't let them acquire any of the vestiges of the alien technology located there. Keep an open comm in case anything should go wrong. Pym, out. ACTION> The comm cuts out. Felicia> ::Reaches for her bagel.:: Nova> ::Blinks:: Hawkeye? With the Thunderbolts? ::Confused look:: Okay, I definitely missed something..::Slowly puts his identicard away:: Marina> Thunderbolts? ::blinks:: Are they a new music group? Felicia> I think we fight them. ::Puts away her card.:: Marina> Battle of the bands? ::looks at Felicia:: Gargoyle> ::puts his ident card away:: So who says the line then? Xenon> Avengers Assemble? ***>>>SIM PAUSE<<<*** ***>>>INTERLUDE TWO START<<<*** SCENE> An elaborately decorated office deep within a secret base somewhere in the Nevada desert. TIME> 2:20P (12:20P local) ACTION> The two persons who assualted Rhodey earlier enter the office to face their employer who sits with his/her back to them smoking a cigarette attached to a holder. They pull their helmets off to reveal that one is a man with brown hair and eyes while the other is a woman with long black hair and cat-like amber eyes. Employer> Did you deliver my message? Woman> Yes, madame. Employer> And there were no problems? Man> No, madame. Employer> Excellant, I believe the game is officially begun again. I can't wait to see how he responds. Woman> But, madame-- Man> Is it wise to provoke him and his allies like this? Woman> Doesn't it jeopardize all we have worked so hard to build? Employer> We? Man> He means all b>you/b> have worked so hard to build, madame. ACTION> The man grips the back of his neck and starts to claw at it as though he were trying to rip something out. He then falls to the floor in a heap and begins to convulse. Employer> He should have chosen his words more carefully then. Leave me, but send someone to clean him up. ***>>>INTERLUDE TWO END<<<*** ***>>>SIM RESUME<<<*** SCENE> Hidden complex formerly used by Dominus, southern Arizona. TIME> 1:30P (11:30A local) ACTION> The Quinjet sets down nearby to the entrance to the underground facility; curiously, there is no sign of the Thunderbolts. Xenon> ::looks out the window:: hmmm... Nova> ::Scratches his chin:: Maybe he made a mistake? ::Looks around, frowning:: Felicia> ::Shrugs her golf bag over her shoulders with a few blunt sport items, a few baseballs and discus inside of it.:: Looks pretty dead out there... Marina> ::tugs on Felicia's sleeve:: can we play baseball when we're done? ACTION> The ground starts to quake violently. Gargoyle> ::blinks at the ground shaking and takes to the air:: Nova> Okay..Or I could be wrong! ::Moves to hover into the air:: Marina> ahh! ::runs to the hatch:: Xenon> ::instinctively, bio-armor surronds his body as he grund starts to shake:: ACTION> The ground beneath the Quinjet weakens and begins to give way under the jet's weight. Felicia> ::Smiles and nods before kneels on the ground.:: Oh @#$%ing christ... Ya think? Felicia> Crap... ::Srambles to her seat, and buckels up.:: Marina> ::jumps out of the door and rolls onto the ground:: oof!.. oof! oof! oof! ::stops:: ACTION> Anyone standing outside but near to the Quinjet begins to get pulled down into the rapidly expanding revene that threatens to drop the Quinjet deep into the earth. Xenon> ::follows Marina out of the quinjet but lands on hi feet:: Felicia> Is someone gonna start the jet!? Marina> ::hops up:: ahhh! ::tries to outrun the falling ground:: Xenon> ::tries to run fullspeed to escape the expanding revene:: Nova> Yeah, well..I'm not a fond believer of coincidences..and this is one big coincidence..::Looks towards the Quinjet, seeing the ground start to give way:: Blue Blazes! Everyone, get out of there! Xenon> ::picks up Marina and continues to try to outrun the revene with his speed:: let me help ya there Marina> heeeellppppp meeeee!!!! ::her short legs aren't getting very far:: ACTION> It would not be feasible to start the jet relative to the seismic activity. The intakes would just become flooded with dirt and rock. ACTION> The Quinjet becomes deluged with dirt and rock as it sinks deeper and deeper into the earth, so much so that the sun struggles to pierce the darkness. Felicia> ::Sighs quietly, grabs a discus and bat and runs to the hatch, leaps and starts running like mad away from the jet.:: Marina> ::looks up at Xenon:: thanks! ::looks at the ground:: ahh! ::clings to him:: Gargoyle> ::dives down to help Felicia away from the jet:: ACTION> The sesimic activity abruptly stops leaving the Quinjet buried in a sinkhole. Xenon> ::skids to a halt and sets her down:: no problem litle one Marina> ::crosses her arms:: I'm not little... ::looks around the place:: what happened? ACTION> The ground begins to quake yet again, but this time it is clear that it is unnatural as the quaking is accompanied by the roar of jet engines. Felicia> ::Reaches stable ground and looks around for the other jet.:: Xenon> ::tries to keep himslef balanced:: Marina> ::wobbles a bit:: whoa... w-w-whats-s g-g-oing-g o-n-n-n?-? Nova> Uhm..::Looks down at the Quinjet:: Y'know..I'm gonna guess this is really not a good thing. Gargoyle> ::stayes in the air, looking down:: yes, its actually bad ACTION> A monstrous robotic head erupts from the earth and in its wake it seems to be magnetically attracting all of the technological components of the Dominus base and also the Quinjet to itself. Marina> w-w-w-what-t-t i-s-s-s th-that-t?-?-? Xenon> ah crap....thats no good...::eyes widen as he sees the robotic head:: Felicia> I think I liked fighting the dinosaur instead. ACTION> The technology forms into a giant make-shift body for the robot who towers over the Avengers at several tens of feet. Gargoyle> ::blinks at the head, claws beared:: this is bad... Felicia> And the rubber ducky... That was amusing. Xenon> yes, the rubber ducky was quite amusing Marina> ::looks up:: big... Nova> ::Stares at the giant robot, his eyes wide in shock:: I hate being right. We've got a really big problem.. Felicia> ::Rasies an eyebrow.:: I don't suppose no one has learned any powers like spitting fire out of their ass, have they? Robot> I am Dominex and in the name of my master Dominus I will bring destruction to your world defiant ones. Marina> Dom-in-a-trix? ::blinks:: I heard my dad talking about that once... ::trails off:: Xenon> ::raises a eyebrow:: I am Xenon and in the name of the Avengers we will not let you Nova> ::Eyes crackle with energy:: Well..Not exactly. I get the feeling I'll barely be able to crack that thing, but..what can I say..I always loved a challenge..::Flies at Dominex's head:: ACTION> Dominex raises his arm in the Avengers' general direction. His eyes glow an intense green and the Avengers fall asleep. Marina> he's kinda... *yawn* ZzZzZz Gargoyle> ugh ::falls asleep and plummets:: Xenon> ::bio-armor quickly dissappears as he becomes unconcious:: Felicia> ::Falls over:: Nova> Wha-? ::Drops out of the air, in mid charge, falling out of the air like a rock, as he loses consciousness:: ***>>>SIM END, TBC<<<*** |
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