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***********AT ATTENTION**********
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<Hazard> @@
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<Frost> @@
**********SIM BRIEF***********
EVERYONE... (mostly) IS GATHERED IN THE WAR ROOM OF THE NEW BASE, AFTER BEING PRIVATELY QUESTIONED ABOUT THE EVENTS OF THE LAST FEW DAYS BY COMMANDER DENNING, WHO HASN'T SEEMED HAPPY AT ALL.
<Dragon> Oh, also, regarding locations of missing members--Ripper took a small vacation for a few days, Tak, Dante and Polaris went who knows where, and Volt apparently slept through his appointment with Denning, and Denning isn't too thrilled about that either, Hazard is still MIA... did i miss anyone?
************SIM START**************
<Dragon> SCENE> 8:00 AM, THE WAR ROOM--CONSISTS OF CHAIRS ALL AROUND A LONG BOARD-ROOM STYLE TABLE WITH MONITORS UP AND DOWN EACH WALL, SHOWING EVERYTHING FROM THE EVENING NEWS IN TOKYO TO THE SECURITY CELLS UNDER THE BASE, WHERE MYSTIQUE AND KERR ARE BEING HELD.
<Dragon> CmdrDenning> ::stands at the head of the table:: Alright, I've spoken with nearly all of you who were involved in the space station incident.. ::frowns:: There will be more questions coming, believe me, but for now you are free to familiarize yourself with the new base.
<Frost> ::glares at him slightly::
<Dragon> CmdrDenning> I've brought in someone to answer any questions you might have... and he should know, because he designed the place and most of the systems. ::motions to the door, where Forge walks in::
<Pegasus> ::mutters:: like it was our fault
<Frost> ::glances at Forge, and nods to him::
<Gambit> ::glances at Forge::
<Dragon> CmdrDenning> ::raises his eyebrows at Pegasus:: That remains to be determined, young lady. All we know is that we sent you up to a multi-million dollar installation, and it came down in pieces.
<Dragon> Forge> ::nods to the group::
<Dragon> CmdrDenning> For now, at least, I'm done... ::shakes his head and leaves the room::
<Pegasus> ::looks up at Forge and tries to look pleasant::
<Frost> Forge, I thought you were through with X-Factor..
<Gambit> ::glances around the room at all the monitors and stuff in the room::
<Dragon> Forge> ::clears his throat slightly uncomfortably:: I am through with X-Factor. I designed a few of the systems, but I refuse to be further involved.
<Pegasus> ::stands up and walks over to the monitor showing the cell with kerr in it::
<Dragon> Forge> I'll... take this opportunity to show you around...
<Frost> ::shakes her head slightly at him:: And I bet Darkholme being here::mutters::..
<Dragon> Forge> ::steely glance in Frost's direction:: S.H.I.E.L.D. has been authorized to take her into their custody within a few days.
<Dragon> Forge> ::motions for them to follow him out of the room::
<Soap-man> ::follows Forge::
<Frost> ::strands towards the back of the group:: I bet..
<Gambit> ::stands up and follows Forge::
<Pegasus> ::follows gambit::
<Soap-man> ::wonders if there is something to eat now::
<Dragon> ::stands, yawning, and follows the group::
<Dragon> ACTION> FORGE LEADS THEM TO THE END OF THE HALL, WHERE THEY ENTER ANOTHER ROOM FILLED WITH COMPUTER EQUIPMENT, AND A STRANGELY FAMILIAR LOOKING HEAD-PIECE
<Pegasus> whats with all the computers?
<Soap-man> what are all this things for?
<Dragon> Forge> This, as some of you probably recognize, is a near-identical copy of the X-Men's Cerebro computer... I understand one of your members is missing?
<Frost> ::looks up at the head-piece:: Cerebro..
<Dragon> Forge> ::glances at Frost:: This computer has been specifically attuned to each of your retinal patterns and energy signatures, although it will work better for the telepaths, all of you can use it.
<Frost> ::nods:: I'm familiar with Cerebro. ::glances at the others:: I cant speak for them however::Smiles::
<Dragon> Forge> And more importantly, no one whose patterns aren't on file can even access the system
<Pegasus> huh
<Gambit> ::glances at the cerebro headpiece::
<Soap-man> are all our patterns on file?
<Dragon> Forge> ::nods to Soap-Man:: Yes. All members are entered into the system almost immediately.
<Dragon> Forge> ::motions for them to follow, and exits the room again::
<Gambit> ::turns and follows Forge::
<Dragon> ACTION> FORGE LEADS THEM DOWN SEVERAL HALLS, TO AN ELEVATOR THAT DESCENDS FAR BELOW THE BASEMENT LEVELS
<Pegasus> :whispers:: shesh....all these weird toys and all i want to know is where the kitchen is ::follows gambit out of the room::
<Soap-man> ::keeps following forge::
<Soap-man> ::to Pegasus:: who doesn't?
<Pegasus> i don't know
<Frost> ::rolls her eyes and continues following him::
<Pegasus> ::stands next to soap:: all i want is some sugar
<Frost> ::looks at Dragon slightly::
<Soap-man> All I want is food
<Dragon> Forge> ::stops, gesturing down a hall marked with small red lights along the ceiling:: That is the main security control point for the entire base... the cells are also located there. Down the hall to your other sides, is the underground hangar
<Dragon> ::looks at Frost, raising an eyebrow in question::
<Soap-man> how many Hangars have we got?
<Dragon> Forge> ::reaches a set of large metal doors and stops again, glancing back at Soap:: One. Don't blow it up.
<Frost> ::turns away slightly and brushes back her hair:: {{I dont know if I like this..More government stuff. Like they're trustable..}}
<Dragon> Forge> ::presses his hand to a palm-print scanner by the door:: This also is attuned to each of your palm-prints, so all of you have varying levels of access.
<Soap-man> do we have any cars?
<Gambit> Looks like y'went all out, Frere.
<Frost> ::shakes her head, glaring at Soap-man::
<Dragon> ::slight nod:: {{You haven't heard the whole story... Denning sent us up to the station with a "research team", and we found out it was a mutant research installation... so far, Denning hasn't said anything that sounds like he was even aware of the fact, but still... if the government kidnapped Hazard....}}
<Dragon> Forge> ::steps back as the doors open on a large room with featureless metallic gray walls:: And this... this is SOPHIA. ::proud tone in his voice::
<Pegasus> whats SOPHIA?
<Gambit> ::raises an eyebrow:: SOPHIA? ::smirks
<Soap-man> I remember her from Highschool, I think
<Dragon> Forge> ::slight smile:: Self-contained Optimized Programmable Holographic Interactive Apparatus... I didn't want to call it the Dangerroom II
<Pegasus> ::glares at soap:
<Frost> {{Reminds me of Gyrich...}}::glances up:: more advanced than the Dangerroom, I suppose?
<Pegasus> its sounds like SCUBA
<Dragon> Forge> ::nods slightly:: It uses as much Shi'ar technology, but I believe i've made a few advances beyond the Danger room's level...
<Gambit> ((oy...))
<Soap-man> it's neat
<Pegasus> ::mutters:: atleast i have somewhere to play
<Dragon> Forge> Now... If you all can find your way back upstairs, the rest of the base shouldn't be that hard to figure out. My ride is waiting. ::curt nod, then turns to the hangar::
<Dragon> Forge> ::pauses:: If you have any questions, ask the Computer.
<Pegasus> ::turns to everyone:: would anyone care to escort a lady upstairs
<Pegasus> perhaps to the kitchen
<Soap-man> me too
<Dragon> ::looks around, bewildered:: I can't even find my way through downtown M--the town where I grew up...
<Frost> ::walks upstairs herself::
<Pegasus> ::turns to soap:: lets go find the kitchen
<Dragon> ::follows Frost, who appears to know where she's going:: Hey... we really need to see if that Cerebro thing can get a trace on Hazard...
<Dragon> I've used Cerebro once or twice, but i'm sure you've had more experience...
<Frost> ::nods and follows her back downstairs to the cerebro and places it on her head::
<Soap-man> I saw it yesterday when Mistique attacked us but there was no food ther
<Soap-man> e
<Pegasus> well fine lets find a phone and order some sugar
<Gambit> ::makes his way to the stiars and starts up 'em::
<Dragon> ACTION> PEGASUS AND SOAPMAN STUMBLE ACROSS A VAST KITCHEN, WELL-STOCKED
<Frost> ::starts up the cerebro and focuses on Hazard:: link minds with me to share info on him, it'll make it easier
<Pegasus> ::looks around in amazement:: i thought you said there was nothing in here
<Soap-man> that's what i saw
<Pegasus> if you want i can cook something.......i mean i am italian
<Soap-man> no I'll just take a watermelon
<Soap-man> ::gets a watermelon out of the fridge::
<Dragon> ::nods and links her mind to Frost's:: {{I haven't really touched his mind much... I suppose you've heard of his extreme aversion to telepathy?}}
<Frost> {{yes}}::uses Drags' thoughts of Haz to help her track him::
<Pegasus> your no fun..i can't cook lasanga for myself ::yells:: Gambit do you want something to eat
<Soap-man> ::eats it and spits the seeds in the trash basket::
<Dragon> ACTION> CEREBRO WHIRS SOFTLY AS IT SCANS FOR HAZARD'S SIGNATURE, COMING UP WITH NOTHING THE FIRST TRY
<Frost> focus more...::closes her eyes and pushes her psi powers harder::
<Pegasus> ::looks throught the fridge:: wow strawberries and whipped creme
<Soap-man> ouch, my stomach still hurts::gets another piece of watermelon::
<Dragon> ACTION> CEREBRO, WIDENING THE PARAMETERS SLIGHTLY, PICKS UP A FAINT TRACE IN SEVERAL LOCATIONS, UNABLE TO CLEARLY DISTINGUISH WHICH ONE IS HAZARD
<Frost> ::shakes her head, and pushes herself to the limit:: one more try..
<Gambit> ::wanders around the Base::
<Pegasus> ::grabs the bag full of strawberries and container of whipped creme and starts dipping the strawberries in the whipped creme:: you should try this...its really good
<Dragon> ACTION> ON THE SCREEN SHOWING MYSTIQUE'S CELL, SHE APPEARS TO BE LAUGHING MADLY TO HERSELF, AND YELLING SOMETHING IN THE SCREEN'S DIRECTION NOW AND THEN
<Dragon> ACTION> CEREBRO GETS THE SAME RESULTS-- ONE SIGNATURE IN WASHINGTON D.C., ONE IN UTAH AND ONE IN SOUTHERN ITALY
<Frost> We should see what we can learn from Mystique as well...
<Pegasus> ::walks around with her food::
<Frost> ::presses the print out button::
<Soap-man> is it? ::tries a strawberry:: Yuck...never liked strawberries
<Gambit> ::makes his way to War Room thing::
<Pegasus> you are so fickle ::walks into the war room:: hey
<Frost> you want to talk to her Dragon? We have a past....
Hazard sets mode: +mnt
<Soap-man> ::follows Pegs and gamb:: hey, who knows a doctor? My stomach hurts and it's not hunger
<Dragon> ::slightly nervous look:: Um... ok. She's a psychopath, isn't she?
<Gambit> ::looks back at Pegs:: Hey, 'tite
<Frost> I'll do it if I have to, this is your team, but I'd prefer not to..
<Pegasus> what you up to ::wonders over to the screens and notices mystique:: whats her promblem
<Dragon> ::shakes her head:: Not my team... Hazard's team. Unfortunately, he's not here right now. ::heads down to the cells::
<Pegasus> soap drink some apple juice or olive oil that solves everything
<Gambit> ::looks at Pegs:: Eh?
<Pegasus> ::points to the screen:: she seems to be laughing
<Gambit> ::walks over to the Moniter::
<Gambit> Oh, Dat one is not right in de head.
<Pegasus> well neither is that one ::points at kerr:: but she isn't laughing
<Soap-man> ::goes to the kitchen for some apple juice::
<Soap-man> ::drinks some:: ahh.. that's better
<Gambit> I don' know much 'bout her...
<Soap-man> ::goes back to the war-room::
Hazard is now known as Mystique
<Dragon> ::approaches the security consoles, eyeing Mystique's cell and turning the sound barriers off::
<Pegasus> ::smiles at soap:: where did you go
<Frost> ::sighs and closes her eyes:: ((so much in so little amount of time...))
<Soap-man> to the kitchen
<Pegasus> why?
<Dragon> Mystique, why don't you make this simple on both of us and tell me where your little militia went with Hazard?
<Mystique> ::smiles, looking up at Dragon:: Hazard? Oh yes. Your ex-leader. Hmm.. ::pretends to be in deep concentration:: Now where did we leave him..
<Gambit> ::watches the moniter::
<Mystique> Oops.. wouldn't it just be a shame if he was still on the station.. ::lips curl into an evil grin:: What's left of it, that is.
<Dragon> ::scowls:: No games, Darkholme...
<Soap-man> Why don't you check her mind?
<Pegasus> ::looks at the moniter intensily::
<Frost> ::feels the hateful 'vibes' from Mystique:: {{Raven, you told me before you want to reform..if you tell her where he is, I'll see what I can do about helping you}}::sighs::
<Dragon> Your little Brotherhood wouldn't have kidnapped him from the station without some reason... and they wouldn't have dumped him until that purpose was fulfilled...
<Mystique> ((I.. changed my mind.)) Oh? And what makes you think you know our plans so well? If you want to know where deer old Hazard is.. ::shrugs, looking into her eyes:: Just go write your congressman..
<Gambit> ::shakes his head::
<Soap-man> Drags.. why don't you just go inside her mind?
<Pegasus> soap you are as bad as thoughs ppl who talk to the tvs
<Frost> {{I know you better than that Raven..}}
<Mystique> Oh... and on your way out. Please let your other little pet mind witch that she doesn't know me anymore than she knows herself. ::smiles:: Now.. anything else?
<Soap-man> I'm going to get more apple juice::goes to the kitchen::
<Frost> ::growls and stands up, storming towards Mystique::
<Pegasus> wow someone who listens to me ::smiles::
<Frost> ::Glares at Mystique:: Spill it now, or I'll rip it from your mind. Either way, I'll find out.
<Soap-man> ::goes back with the others, with a glass of juice in his hand::
<Mystique> Oooh! ::grins, standing up:: That old fury's still there. Go ahead.
<Dragon> ::glances at Frost warily, hand hovering over the power inhibitor controls::
<Soap-man> This juice could be better...who bought these apples?
<Frost> you'd like that, wouldnt you, you cold hearted bitch?
<Pegasus> i don't know.....what you think i know how to make apple juice...never mind ::there is a playfulness in her tone::
<Mystique> I don't think I would be the one that would enjoy it.
<Pegasus> they don't look happy down there
<Frost> you seem to derive pleasure from pain. ::glares at her harder, as if looking into her heart:: I saw the way you twisted Rogue..
<Frost> you're sick you know that?
<Dragon> ::sighs:: Mystique, you're being turned over to SHIELD in a very short time. I'd advise you tell us before they find ways to make you.
<Mystique> Getting off-topic, aren't we? I didn't think you'd really care about that metal freak. ::smiles:: And yes, I am well aware of that.
<Frost> maybe I dont, but I'll gather the info I want::eyes flare::
<Pegasus> ::turns to gambit:: you're awfully quiet
<Frost> I'm no Xavier, I dont take pity on those you dont deserve it.
<Gambit> ::looks at the monitor and snickers::
<Dragon> ::glances down at the inhibitor controls, biting her lip slightly:: ((Not right... but how else can we find out?)) ::hand drops away::
<Pegasus> i belive you are enjoying the show
<Frost> That's a lesson you're going to learn rather quickly::smirks at her:: when it comes to brutality, you're nowhere in my league.
<Soap-man> ::goes do some watermelon juice::
<Gambit> Dis is... ::smiles:: what Gambit needed for a long time.
<Mystique> What does it matter? Trust me, he's no use any of you anymore. ::smiles:: Ask your boss. He might know.
<Dragon> {{Frost... I don't care what she's done. No unnecessary harshness with her mind, if it comes down to that, or i'll kick in the power inhibitors while you're in her head, and we'll see what happens.}}
<Frost> Oh, I'll take that from you mind as well::smiles and begins to probe Mystique's mind::
<Pegasus> i would love to be able to question her ::something betrays a bit of dislike::
<Frost> ::glances at Drags, then turns back to Mystique, withdrawling the probe:: you're lucky, for now.
<Gambit> ::glances at the monitor of Kerr's cell::
<Mystique> ::tries to resist her probes, holding back as much information as she can:: Tsk tsk.. seems like you're getting soft.
<Pegasus> ::looks at kerr's cell:: and her i really don't like
<Frost> ::glares at Drags:: there's no other way.::eyes flare again::
<Gambit> Dat one is clever...
<Dragon> ACTION> MYSTIQUE'S MIND IS QUITE SLIPPERY, BUT FROST GETS A GLIMPSE OF A LOCATION, NEAR WASHINGTON D.C.
<Gambit> ::winces::
<Soap-man> ::gets back with the others::
<Pegasus> ah but with a blind fold she isn't all that bad
<Soap-man> ::sips some of his juice::
<Frost> I'm soft? It seems to be the one who got caught that's soft, and just gave me the location, thanks::smiles and blasts Mystique while walking upstairs::
<Dragon> ::eyes glow slightly:: {{dammit, Frost, that was unnecessary}}
<Mystique> Ugn.. ::shakes her head:: You have the information you wanted.. but it's nowhere near what you need. ::smiles::
<Frost> {{Taught her a lesson. Besides, I got your information. Near Washington, DC, and tell Miss Darkholme I'll come visit her later}} ::smiles as she walks into the kitchen::
<Dragon> We can find out the rest from other sources. ::shakes her head, flipping the sound barriers on again, leaving Mystique in her cell::
Mystique is now known as Hazard
<Dragon> ::heads upstairs, joining the others::
<Gambit> ::yawns, shaking his head::
<Pegasus> ::turns to soap:: do you feel better
<Soap-man> yes
<Frost> ::glances at Gambit, still smirking::
<Dragon> ::sighs, looking around:: Why don't we take an hour or two to get settled in here, then meet in the war room and plan how we're going to go after Hazard?
<Pegasus> see told you apple juice cures all
<Gambit> ::nods:: Sounds like a plan, bosslady. ::grins::
<Soap-man> but it tasted bad
<Frost> ::grins and takes a cup and drinks from it::
<Pegasus> Does anyone want anything to eat...this may be the last time for eternity that i offer to cook
<Frost> what're you cooking?::looks up::
<Pegasus> umm how about lasnaga or spegetti or anything italian
<Soap-man> I made some watermelon juice
<Pegasus> thats gross ::looks at soap::
<Dragon> ************SIM END*************
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