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<Phantasm> @@
<Pegasus> @@
<Iceman> @@
<Beast> @@
<Soap-man> @@
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EVERYONE HAS RETURNED TO THE BASE, TO FIND HAZARD AWAKE AND SEVERAL VACATIONING MEMBERS BACK (If you weren't with the Manvoria mission, and you're here now, this means you). GAMBIT HAS LEFT THE TEAM, BECAUSE OF PRESSING PERSONAL MATTERS. COMMANDER SMITH HASN'T BEEN AROUND SINCE THE MISSION.
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SCENE> 9 AM, RELATIVELY WARM AND SUNNY SPRING MORNING AT THE BASE, EVERYONE'S GOTTEN A FEW DAYS OF REST AFTER THE SUCCESS OF THE MANVORIAN MISSION.
<Dragon> ::sits in the kitchen, looking bleary and sipping coffee::
<Dante> ::is laying around on the couch idly flipping through channels on the TV::
<Pegasus> ::walks down and goes through the fridge looking for choclate::
<Beast> ::In the lab, working with with substances::
<Soap-man> ::is drinking watermelon juice in the kitchen::
<Pegasus> do we have any choclate?
<Phantasm> ::heads down the hall into the kitchen:: Morning ladies and gentlemen ::pours himself some coffee:: What's on the agenda for today?
<Soap-man> I think we don't
<Dragon> ::blinks and focuses on Pegasus:: Chocolate? Umm... might be some hersheys in the cupboard...
<Iceman> ::walks into the pool area, towel over his shoulder::
<Pegasus> ::runs to the cupboard and grabs the hersheys:: cool
<Iceman> ((rather drab...inorder for swimming to be fun...we have to make it interesting))
<Iceman> ::throws his towel on a chair and raises his arms above him to stretch::
<Dragon> Computer> Attention, approach of an unrecognized non-mutant signature at the front gate. ::voice is audible in every room of the hq::
<Phantasm> ::sips the coffee:: I'm guessing that
<Soap-man> Can't we have a doorbell?
<Iceman> ::groans:: ((that better not concern me...))
<Pegasus> ::looks up while eating the hersheys:: who wnats to answer the door?
<Dragon> ::mutters:: I think Forge did this on purpose.
<Dante> ::pauses for a second then shrugs and flips through a few more channels::
<Iceman> ::looks over at the diving board:: ((needs work..))
<Dragon> ::goes back to determinedly sipping coffee and ignoring the alert::
<Soap-man> I'll answer
<Iceman> ::snaps his fingers and begins to generate ice over the diving boarding shaping it::
<Phantasm> I guess I'll get it ::heads for the front door::
<Soap-man> ::goes to the front door:: who's it?
<Dragon> ::smiles at them both:: Thank you. ((better not be a baddie... of course i would have to be wearing fuzzy slippers this morning))
<Dragon> ACTION> NO ONE IS AT THE FRONT DOOR, AS THE GATE HASN'T OPENED AT THE DRIVEWAY FOR THEM
<Phantasm> ::presses the gate button::
<Pegasus> ::looks down:: i swear it better not be a bad guy cause i don't want to have to fight in my pjs with the footsies. ::smiles::
<Iceman> ::squints in concentration as he builds himself a slide::
<Dragon> ACTION> A SKINNY LOOKING KID WITH AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF METAL ON HIS TEETH APPROACHES SOMEWHAT NERVOUSLY ON HIS BIKE
<Phantasm> ::smirks and sips his coffee:: Did you frisbee go over the fence?
<Dante> ::sighs and turns the TV off and sits up to stretch::
<Dragon> Kid> ::appears to be rather out of breath:: You.. have a... really long... road... to get... here... ::wipes his forehead, then rummages around in the bag on his shoulder::
<Iceman> ::brushes his hands off:: ((it turned out better than expected))
<Soap-man> ::sips more of his juice::
<Phantasm> Well we're not exactly a Dairy Queen kid
<Iceman> ::dashes over to the slide and makes his way up to the top::
<Dragon> Kid> ::wearily hands Phantasm a newspaper:: Yeah whatever man... ::looks back down the driveway with a resigned expression::
<Phantasm> ::surpresses a snicker as he takes the paper::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE KID PEDALS OFF, BARELY GOING FASTER THAN A SLOW WALK
<Iceman> ::stands poised above the slide looking down in glee::
<Soap-man> he was a paperboy?
<Dragon> ACTION> THE PAPER IS PLASTERED WITH SEVERAL FRONT-PAGE ARTICLES ABOUT A SENATOR JAMESON CAMPAIGNING NEARBY, NOTHING UNUSUAL... BUT A SMALLER ARTICLE CATCHES PHANTASM'S EYE
<Phantasm> ::sips his coffee, and reads the article::
<Iceman> ::takes the first step and zooms down the slide towards the pool::
<Dante> ::sets down the remote and wanders out into the hallway.::
<Dragon> ARTICLE: Dorothy's Revenge?
<Dragon> Yesterday, the entire population of the small town of Oneka, Kansas, disappeared without a trace. Oneka (est. 1983), already locally rumored to be the site of a number of strange occurences, was subject to nothing unusual at 10:30 the previous night, but was completely deserted at 7:42 AM yesterday morning, when a farmer from the neighboring town of Harrisville drove through. Officials have reportedly claimed that the town was evacuated because of a tornado touching down dangerously
<Dragon> close during the night, but conflicting reports insist that no tornadoes have been reported in the area for several months. No one, officials or otherwise, seems willing to divulge the location of the "evacuated" residents. Maybe they forgot their ruby slippers.
<Soap-man> anything interesting in the news?:finishes his juice::
<Phantasm> Hmm? ::finishes his coffee:: Very X-Files-ish. . .
<Soap-man> what's it?
<Dragon> ::puts her coffee mug away in the dishwasher and leaves the kitchen:: So who was at the gate, anyway?
<Phantasm> Paperboy, Drags. ::turns to soap:: Whole town disappeared without a trace.
<Soap-man> maybe it's about today's x-files episode
<Dragon> ::arches an eyebrow slightly:: A town disappeared?
<Phantasm> Yep. . . ::hands drags the paper:: "Dorothy's Revenge"
<Dante> ::wanders into the kitchen and yawns:: What's going on in here?
<Dragon> ::scans the article:: Hnh. That's... different. Kinda interesting... ((tempted to check it out))
<Phantasm> You thinking about checking it out?
<Soap-man> a town dissapeared
<Dragon> ::glances up slightly:: Maybe... It might be worthwhile
<Pegasus> I think it would be intresting
<Dragon> Anyone else? ::looks around::
<Phantasm> ::straightens his tie:: Let's go then ::glances at drags' slipper:: Whenever you're ready that is. . . ::smirks::
<Dragon> ::pauses:: I'll... just be a minute ::grumbles faintly and disappears upstairs::
<Dante> Sure..Nothing else is going on.
<Pegasus> ::runs up stairs to get changed:: ((of course no one notices that i am wearing my pjs still))
<Soap-man> I'll go
<Phantasm> ::grabs his trench coat and heads for the hangar::
<Dragon> ::comes back down in a few minutes and enters the hangar:: So there's no leads on who or what did this? Or even what happened?
<Pegasus> ::comes back down in her usual shorts, tank top, and jean jacket::
<Soap-man> it's a mistery..I think
<Dante> ::follows along still stretching his back now and then.::
<Dragon> ::pulls on a black windbreaker, stepping onto the jet::
<Pegasus> ::follows dragon into the jet::
<Phantasm> Nope, it's a mystery like Soap said ::gets onboard the jet::
<Dante> :;climbs onto the jet and straps himself in.::
<Dragon> ACTION> LEAVING A MESSAGE FOR THE OTHERS, THEY TAKE A JET TO KANSAS... ZOOOOOM LONG FLIGHT, ANYWAY, TIMEWARP, THEY'RE THERE. THEY LAND IN A CORNFIELD. OHHH, SO EXCITING, EH? ;)
<Soap-man> neat..corn
<Dragon> ::opens the hatch, and steps out, shading her eyes::
<Soap-man> ::gets out::
<Phantasm> ::puts on his shades and gets out::
<Pegasus> ::steps out into the corn:: shesh the corn is taller than me that is never a good sign
<Dragon> ::glances back at the jet in the corn:: Well... I hope the satellite maps and stuff were accurate... i'd hate to have set the bird down in Farmer John's field for no reason.
<Phantasm> Corn? This is sooo like X-Files, I should've brought my FBI jacket ::smirks::
<Dante> Yeah we're going to be the new crop circles.
<Soap-man> maybe bees with a virus are being farmed here now
<Phantasm> ::shrugs:: You never know
<Dragon> ACTION> THE JET'S AUTOCLOAKING DEVICES KICK IN, RENDERING IT INVISIBLE. AROUND THE BEND IN THE ROAD, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A SMALL STAND OF TREES, IS THE TOWN.
<Phantasm> Dorothyville: next right, ladies and gents
<Dragon> ACTION> SEVERAL DUSTY SHERIFF'S CARS ARE PARKED ALONG THE ROAD, AND IT HAS BEEN BLOCKED OFF WITH YELLOW STREAMERS, IN LIEU OF CAUTION TAPE
<Phantasm> ::frowns:: Is this a prom or a crime scene for God's sake?!
<Dragon> Deputy> ::sees their approach, and walks toward them, expression vaguely distrusting:: Hey, you folks read signs? You're not supposed to be out here.
<Soap-man> it's a ghost town
<Dragon> ::smiles slightly, watching the deputy:: Sir, you're just the people we've been looking for. ::eyes flash slightly behind her sunglasses:: We're from the FBI.
<Dragon> Deputy> ::face relaxes almost unnaturally quickly, and he nods brightly, eyes semi-dazed:: Right this way ::motions them toward the nearest building::
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