5/19 Game: Special Hugs and Painting the Roses Red
Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 12:44 am
<@Lorna> The danger room was bare for the moment aside from Lorna and a rack of suits. She drummed her fingers against the rack, telling herself that she was doing all she could to get people prepared but hoping at the same time she was over-preparing even. That, however, was wishful thinking.
<KevinFord> Kevin walked in, feeling nervous. He'd been on strictly monitor-duty, but if something happened, he needed to be able to fight back, right? So here he was, doing something he'd told himself he wouldn't do. He waved nervously at Professor Drake.
<Jimmy> "You know what we need, a flyings base, that would be awesome! Then no one would be able to track this place and kidnap anyone, right?" Jimmy told Mick as they entered the room, "Hey Mrs. Drake."
<Spot> Johnathon entered this so-called "Danger Room", which undoubtedly had cost far more t construct than a normal American family had to live on for thirty years! He gave the green-haired lady a once-over that might best be described as "I am aware of your pseudo-democratic power-mongering and your neo-fascist tactics will not work on me", or so he hoped.
<Jessica> Jess ran a hand through her hair and peered around the edge of the doorway. It seemed she was in the right place....
<Mick> "Would be kinda awesome, but a bitch if the non-flyin' mutants wanted out, righ'?" Mick came in, scruffy as usual. "'Lo, Mrs Drake." He nodded, hoping his training would come in handy today and- "Omygod, is that the X-Men suits there?"
<@Lorna> "Well, we're not sending you out naked now, are we?" Lorna gave a grin, her expression having faltered as she wondered what exactly Johnathon was doing with his face. It was...she didn't quite know what that was.
<Jimmy> "... Oh man," Jimmy stared at the suits, "Those look really ... gay," was all he could manage.
<Spot> "So, uniforms. Training us to be good little soldiers. Erasing any last glimmer of creativity. Uniformity for the masses, huh?"
<Mick> "Hey, shut up dude, that's what the superheroes've been wearin' to protect themselves'n shit." Mick lightly punched Jimmy on the shoulder. "Show some respect, dude."
<Rubin> Rubin was a little late to the training class, trying not to be noticed as the tardy one, which was really difficult when you're an elephant mutant.
<Jessica> Jess slipped inside but stayed near the door, looking around at the others. She recognised the voices but wasn't sure about the names.
<Mick> Then he gave the guy he didn't know a weird look. "Do what wit' the whonow?"
<@Lorna> "You...don't have to participate if you don't want. Nobody is making you be here." Lorna quirked an eyebrow at Johnathon. "However, there is a good chance that even if you do not join the x-men portion of the school you will need to defend yourself one of these days."
<KevinFord> "I think they're a bit too form fitting," he agreed with Jimmy.
<Rubin> "Tell me about it," said the hefty big guy.
<Mick> "I don'. Seriously, have you seen some of the girls in those things? Man, I-" He realised he was in the presence of one of the said girls. "-Uuuuuh..."
<Jimmy> Jimmy snorted at Mick.
<Spot> "Oooohhh no, I know that's what you want. Having your secret meetings, doing secret things, making plans to oppress arts. I'm onto you, I'll look over your shoulder, trust me." He also gave the weird looking and talking fellow a mean eye.
<Mick> Mick coughed into his hand. "Anyway, beats English school uniforms, tellin' ya right now. And seriously, what the hell dude? You're more paranoid'n me when I've found out someone touched my coffee tin."
<Jessica> Jess raised an eyebrow at the guy with all the black spots.
<@Lorna> "...you realize I'm one of the arts teachers, right?" Lorna shook her head, swallowing a laugh and held up the uniforms. "You know about unstable molecules those of you who are newer?"
<Rubin> Rubin raised a hand, "They're the molecules that gets sent to the crazy house?"
<KevinFord> "They change easily with uh...the flow of our powers?" Kevin offered.
<Spot> "Art for the establishment, yeah," he mumbled into his non-existant beard.
<Jessica> Jess shook her head slowly.
<Mick> "Yeah - seen your shapeshifters wearin' 'em in the vids. Suits that shift with you, right?" Mick nodded. "Guessin' it has some shit to do wit' helpin' the armour too...sorta like the military-grade custard, yeah?"
<Mick> "Dude, are you like...some kinda freakin' anarchist-hippy? Because if you are, keep yer antiestablishment bullshit the hell away from me." Mick gave spotty a wary eye-up. Bad enough he'd had it from his parents.
<@Lorna> "...yeah, that sums it up pretty neatly." she chuckled again, glad to not have to go through that explanation. "Right then, Tantra, you've all ready got your suit so you're taken care of."
<Spot> He looked at the uniforms. "I'm not sure this really helps with my spots..." he pointed at the black spots that wandered over his face and vanished under the Karl Marx shirt he was wearing fromt ime to time.
<Jimmy> "So these things just ... what, mold to fit us? One size fits all?" Jimmy asked the green haired teacher.
<Rubin> Rubin patted his belly. "Yeah, reason why I'm a little latee as well. The zipper got stuck."
<Mick> "...Tantra? Oh no..." Yeah, he'd had the tantric-talk from his parents too. He eyed up the elephant man worridly. With a codename like that, that trunk was looking worrying.
<@Lorna> "First up is Arachne then!" Lorna held up the suit triumphantly. "They work with you so they're tailored to you and your powers pretty much." She explained to Jimmy as she held out the suit to Jessica.
<Jessica> Jess frowned a little, "We won't have to put those on in front of everyone right now will we?" She eyeballed all the guys in the room. So awkward.
<@Lorna> "There are locker rooms, not to worry."
<Jimmy> "Oh good, so I don't gots to worry about someone measuring my inner thigh while I slept or nothing?" Jimmy looked relieved.
<Jessica> She walked over to Lorna and took the suit, "Is that my codename now?"
<Rubin> "Just out the door to your left, girl's locker room on the left, guys on the righ." Rubin said helpfully.
<Mick> "Nah, they drug y' food and then do it, mate."
<@Lorna> She gave her a nod and a smile. "Yep, so keep an ear out for it today to get used to it."
<@Lorna> She grabbed up more suits. "And here we have Pea-oh, no Distract!" A suit was tossed out to Jimmy. "Spot!" to Johnathon, "Pipeline" to Mick. "Aaand Wither."
<Rubin> "I wanted the codename Lovesparkle, but apparently that didn't fly so well."
<Jessica> Jesss nodded and headed for the door to the locker room. Holding up the suit for inspection at the same time.
<KevinFord> "I like Tantra better than love sparkle. Too much like Creme de l'amour."
<Spot> He caught the suit, kind of disappointed that they hadn't tried to give him a corporate codename he could rebel against. He proceeded to get out of his shirt right then and there. "I assume I can leave my shorts on?"
<Mick> Mick caught his suit, holding it up. "Duuude...never thought I'd ever get a real one of these..." He grinned happily. "Pipeline?" He considered for a moment. "...Yeah, yeah, that works, I can get tha'." So saying, the blue lines built up, and he disappeared, to reappear a few moments later suited up.
<Rubin> "Actually there was a poll, apparently lovesparkle made people think of vampires for some reason."
<@Lorna> "Oh god, I thought I had sponged that out of my brain." Lorna mumbled about the Creme de l'amour. "Yeah, your choice on commando or none. So get suited up and meet back here and we'll start this off."
<Mick> He tightened the gloves, then felt the body armor over his chest, shoulders and legs. "Feel safer in this shit already, seriously." He bounced. "Fits like a goddamned glove. Like it!"
<Jimmy> "Distract? I could live with that, sounds pretty badass," Jimmy grinned, "Which way to the changing room, miss?"
<Spot> He got into the suit and put the gloves on. "This looks like the BDSM meets van Gogh exhibition I went to a while ago."
<Mick> "Soooo...Mrs Drake...is uh, Danger gonna be joining us?" He looked around for the fembot, trying not to be too hopeful.
<KevinFord> "Will one of those work for me?" He asked. He didn't relish the idea of wearing his clothing under skin-tight clothing.
<Jessica> Jess folded her clothes neatly and put them in a locker before she pulled on the suit, zipping it up and tugging at it a little until she felt comfortable in it. Then she headed back into the Danger Room, stretching to test the give in the material.
<@Lorna> "She'll be monitoring us, giving us a few surprises." Lorna nodded to Mick. "And yes, it should work for you...though if it falls apart when you put it on put your usual clothes back on and we'll work something out. This suff is definitely inorganic though." Lorna snapped her own uniform pant leg, still never quite accustomed to it.
<@Lorna> "Right through that way." She pointed Jimmy off.
<Rubin> "Only reason I got dressed before class was because I didn't want the other guys to feel inadequate when putting on the suits in the locker room." Rubin mentioned to Lorna.
<Jimmy> Jimmy saluted and ambled off in the general direction Lorna had pointed, returning a few minutes later, still wearing his beanie and looking a little bashful, this outfit left nothing to the imagination, "I feel like a gimp ... and I look like one too."
<Mick> Mick bounced, nodding, feeling the freedom of movement. "Y' know, this would be epic t' do skatin' and shit in." He stretched a little, not wanting to pull something in this. The constant training that he'd started with Lorna was starting to show in his build, slightly less skinny and more defined than he had been when he arrived.
<Mick> "Hey, dude, could be worse, trust." Mick laughed at Jimmy.
<@Lorna> "...that's very good of you, Rubin." She snorted, trying not to think of that but it was...well, it was the elephant in the room for her now.
<Rubin> "Yup yup yup, it's a curse."
<Jessica> "I think this is the most covered by clothing I've ever been...." Jess commented, straightening up at last.
<Rubin> "And yet I still see a lot more than usual." Rubin added to Jessica.
<Jessica> She looked down at herself and shrugged, "I'm not shy."
<Jimmy> "How could this be worse?" Jimmy eyed up Lorna and Jessica, "And how come they're not wearing bikinis like that tiger-girl I saw? If they're gonna make us dress up like this, they could at least give us chicks in bikinis and boots, am I right?" He muttered to Mick.
<Spot> He stretched himself a bit, trying to find out what was what. Then he reached into his collar and pulle dout a handfull of spots, putting them on his uniform. "There, better."
<Mick> "Because bikinis don' stop bullets, smartarse." Mick snorted. "Does this look like a fuckin' comic book to you?"
<KevinFord> Kevin took off a glove and poked at the uniform Lorna handed him. "Well, it seems to be okay...I'll go try it on." He exited to the locker room with the uniform. He returned some minutes later, wearing his jacket over it. "Just in case it fails. Nobody needs to see an eyeful."
<Jimmy> "You mean the comic books lie? I only read those things for Powergirl's tits!"
<Jessica> "Bikinis aren't practical at this time of year. It's cold."
<Mick> Mick laughed at that, shoving Jimmy lightly. "Yeah, righ'. That's why I play Warcraft, y' know - Blood Elves an' Night Elves." He nodded wisely, then tried not to think about Danger's Blood Elf Rogue. Hoo boy.
<Rubin> "I like his reason for reading comicbooks." Rubin said pointing at Jimmy.
<Jimmy> "Powergirl's tits and Zatana and Black Canary's fishnets, all your arguments are invalid, and that doesn't stop the cat-chick, I saw her on youtube with all those goods on display man, seriously, well nice!"
<KevinFord> "You guys do know that our teacher is a lady and can hear us, right?"
<Mick> "If you like fur, that's your doin', mate."
<Jessica> "Fur? Well there you go then. If she has fur she's warm enough." she rolled her eyes.
<Rubin> "He he he, furry tits." Rubin chuckled.
<Spot> "You people are talking about sex far too much..."
<Jimmy> "She should be used to it, there's at least fifty different facebook pages devoted to appreciating her butt," Jimmy waved a hand to indicate Lorna.
<Jimmy> "... Not that I looked or anything ..."
<@Lorna> "...okay, are we back to a working mode or shall we talk about butts?"
<Rubin> "Wait, I thought we were still on the tit subject." Rubin said confused.
<KevinFord> "Work, please!" He very carefully avoided looking at her. The suits were very tight.
<Jessica> Jess sighed and sat down on the floor, crossing her legs and resting an elbow on her knee and putting her chin in her hand.
<@Lorna> "I don't like talking about tits that much."
<Spot> "They are lovely birds." He nodded.
<Rubin> "We can always switch the subject to tat's. Tit for tat. Ha!"
<Jimmy> Jimmy realised he was getting looks from Lorna and visibly cringed, "... I did it again didn't I?"
<@Lorna> "I'm not sure if that was you or boobs." Lorna frowned, trying to decide but shook her head. "Anyway! Training!"
<KevinFord> "Do I get a code name?"
<@Lorna> "Did I not say Wither?" Lorna looked confused again.
<Rubin> "Dude, I think she already said it... think it was something lik Rot or... yeah Wither."
<KevinFord> "Oh." Yes, the uniforms were very distracting.
<Jessica> Jess nodded, "You said it, I could hear from the locker room."
<@Lorna> "Okay! Training!" Lorna was determined to keep her focus as long as she could to get them through this. "Danger has set up simulations of 'the horsemen' and what we might face with them today. We're going to go through, see how we do as a team, and hopefully we can come up with some ways of defeating our friends without hurting them."
<@Lorna> "See Spot? We do need creativity."
<Rubin> "And I'm guessing that's why I was told to join? Or was it because I'm flunking Gym?"
<@Lorna> "Because if all else fails we're going to have you get them all mellowed out."
<Spot> "I don't see how this is a problem that can't be solved by a baseball bat to the back of the head..."
<@Lorna> "We're not taking a baseball bat to fellow students heads." Lorna clarified, wondering how on earth she got to the point where she had to say that.
<KevinFord> "So what is it that we're actually going to do?"
<Rubin> "Geeze, you're sounding like that Wade guy that hangs around the mansion." Rubin told the spot guy.
<Jessica> "I think that's the point of the training, Kevin... to figure that out."
<Spot> "I like the way he thinks. Very outside the box." He nodded in appreciation of his fellow student's abilities.
<Jimmy> Jimmy had elected to spend the duration of Lorna's talk with his hand covering his mouth, incase his power caused a tangent again.
<Mick> "Thinkin' out the box is what X-Men do, Spot." Mick managed to not snort at the name, before sobering. "There's gotta be a way t' take 'em down without hurtin' 'em, right?"
<@Lorna> Going over to the control pad, Lorna made to start up the simulation. "As we know the most about him, we will be starting with Pestilence."
<Jimmy> "... Didn't he-oh wait, not talking," Jimmy covered his mouth again.
<Christopher> Chris ran into the danger room, late as usual. "Hey guys! Don't start the party without me."
<Mick> "That's...Reed, righ'?" Mick nodded. "Stretchy-dude...th' one poisoning everythin'."
<@Lorna> "Yeah...it's Reed." Lorna sighed just a bit, looking up at the sudden entrance. "Hey there, Chris, just in time. We're even starting with someone you can hit without hurting."
<Wither> Kevin slipped between the others to the back of the group. He could run, yeah, but attack? Not so much.
<Christopher> "Oh yeah? Sounds a wee bit boring."
<Jessica> Jess got to her feet again running a hand through her hair and pulling it back into a ponytail.
<@Lorna> "Right, objective! Work as a team to take down Reed so he can be brought back and hopefully fixed." With that the room filled up with a factory not unlike the water treatment plant they had fought Pestilence and Herald at not that long ago.
<Rubin> And Rubin just stood still, something that he had perfected to an art.
<Jessica> Jess managed to contain the yelp of surprise, looking around her new surroundings.
<Mick> Mick tilted his head a little. "Thinkin' wit' portals for this one, then..." He pulled his hair back, tying int out of his face though strands escaped and looked around, testing out the simulated lines, eyes flaring as he hooked up to them, used to the room shifting around him.
<Spot> He looked around and pulled out a few more spots, deliberately putting them on walls and the floor.
<@Lorna> A few rooms ahead was the simulated Pestilence, crouching open a grain storage unit and letting lose his plague.
<Jessica> Jess jumped straight up and adhered herself to the ceiling, favouring crawling along it and the walls to flying.
<Mick> Mick switched over to his 'other' sense, blinking as he immediately had the real DR faintly overlaying the simulation and hurridly focusing on the factory to stop the headache. He couldn't see his teammates clearly, just as pulsing green wireframes, everything else murky shades of grey. "Righ'. Guess we hafta find 'im. C'mon."
<Spot> Two more spots where thrown like frisbees and finally stuck to the ceiling. "There we go." He patted off his hands.
<Jimmy> Jimmy held up a hand, "Am I allowed to talk yet then?"
<@Lorna> "Right, X-men, move forward, don't lose sight of each other if at all possible." Lorna hovered cautiously, listening for any indication that anyone else was there beside them. "Yes, you can talk...just be careful."
<Jessica> She tilted her head this way and that to listen to the sounds from around the place. "I can hear something that way." she pointed in the direction of the location of sim-Pestilence.
<Jimmy> "Right ... so ... uhh ... where's the door to this place, I'd better watch it incase ... you know, he has any backup?" Jimmy suggested hopefully, removing his hand.
<Christopher> Chris pulled his helmet on and then turned on the visor, switching it over to infared spectrum so he could see everyone. "I'll keep eyes on everyone. Just keep your ears open." He smiled.
<Mick> X-Men. He was an X-Man. Oh god, wait until everyone at home heard this. "Man up, dude, seriously." He muttered, moving carefully, the 'other' sight helpful by highlighting sharp edges that might hurt. "That-a-waaaay!"
<@Lorna> "Good ear, Arachne." She gave the girl crawling along up there a salute, turning in the direction that had been indicated.
<Rubin> Aaaand Rubin followed the group.
<Spot> He made sure to stay behind the professor. He was an artist, not a fighter.
<Wither> Kevin blinked, mouth dropping open as the room transformed into a different one. "Wow." He followed too, coming up last.
<Christopher> "Hey big guy. Wanna give me a nice tap? I need a little energy."
<Jimmy> "I'm short, unfit and my power is talking, also ... we're talking about the guy that voms down people's throats? No thanks, man!" Jimmy made sure he was trailing at the back.
<Mick> "...Whoo, Mrs. Drake, you know your magnetism schtick's strong enough I could totally jump wit' you? Not that I would. Can' imagine it's a pleasant experience."
<Jessica> Jess followed along on the ceiling, dodging the spots on things and listening out for any other sounds or sounds that their target was on the move.
<Mick> "Hey, Jim, you do know th' guy at the back always gets picked off firs', right?"
<Rubin> Rubin sighed, "You know I'm more of a lover than a fighter. Well, not an actual lover lover... you know." He made a fist and gave Chris a punch on the shoulder.
<Christopher> "Come on I'll keep you safe. Scouts honor." Chris grinned when the punch was more than enough to light him up with purple energy.
<@Lorna> "That does sound a bit strange...we'll try things like that later though." She told Mick, concentrating on the simulation and smiling at the banter she was hearing. At least they seemed to have each other's backs.
<Jimmy> .... Jimmy moved to the center of the group.
<Wither> Kevin undid a glove. If he was picked off first, he wasn't going alone.
<Spot> "So, just to make sure, are we allowed to knock him out in some way? Like, maybe a cricket bat to the head?"
<Jessica> "Would electricity work?" Jess looked down at them.
<Jimmy> "How is a cricket bat less worse than a baseball bat, a baseball bat is hollow, cricket bats are solid wood!"
<Christopher> "I'm pretty sure it will take more than that. He's stretchy if I remember right. I don't know if he'll absorb kinetic force easily."
<Jessica> "Because, if not, I have no idea how useful I'll be... probably not very."
<Rubin> "You can always just shove him through one of yoru spot things into a jail locked up room or something." Rubin suggested to Spot.
<KevinFord> Kevin walked in, feeling nervous. He'd been on strictly monitor-duty, but if something happened, he needed to be able to fight back, right? So here he was, doing something he'd told himself he wouldn't do. He waved nervously at Professor Drake.
<Jimmy> "You know what we need, a flyings base, that would be awesome! Then no one would be able to track this place and kidnap anyone, right?" Jimmy told Mick as they entered the room, "Hey Mrs. Drake."
<Spot> Johnathon entered this so-called "Danger Room", which undoubtedly had cost far more t construct than a normal American family had to live on for thirty years! He gave the green-haired lady a once-over that might best be described as "I am aware of your pseudo-democratic power-mongering and your neo-fascist tactics will not work on me", or so he hoped.
<Jessica> Jess ran a hand through her hair and peered around the edge of the doorway. It seemed she was in the right place....
<Mick> "Would be kinda awesome, but a bitch if the non-flyin' mutants wanted out, righ'?" Mick came in, scruffy as usual. "'Lo, Mrs Drake." He nodded, hoping his training would come in handy today and- "Omygod, is that the X-Men suits there?"
<@Lorna> "Well, we're not sending you out naked now, are we?" Lorna gave a grin, her expression having faltered as she wondered what exactly Johnathon was doing with his face. It was...she didn't quite know what that was.
<Jimmy> "... Oh man," Jimmy stared at the suits, "Those look really ... gay," was all he could manage.
<Spot> "So, uniforms. Training us to be good little soldiers. Erasing any last glimmer of creativity. Uniformity for the masses, huh?"
<Mick> "Hey, shut up dude, that's what the superheroes've been wearin' to protect themselves'n shit." Mick lightly punched Jimmy on the shoulder. "Show some respect, dude."
<Rubin> Rubin was a little late to the training class, trying not to be noticed as the tardy one, which was really difficult when you're an elephant mutant.
<Jessica> Jess slipped inside but stayed near the door, looking around at the others. She recognised the voices but wasn't sure about the names.
<Mick> Then he gave the guy he didn't know a weird look. "Do what wit' the whonow?"
<@Lorna> "You...don't have to participate if you don't want. Nobody is making you be here." Lorna quirked an eyebrow at Johnathon. "However, there is a good chance that even if you do not join the x-men portion of the school you will need to defend yourself one of these days."
<KevinFord> "I think they're a bit too form fitting," he agreed with Jimmy.
<Rubin> "Tell me about it," said the hefty big guy.
<Mick> "I don'. Seriously, have you seen some of the girls in those things? Man, I-" He realised he was in the presence of one of the said girls. "-Uuuuuh..."
<Jimmy> Jimmy snorted at Mick.
<Spot> "Oooohhh no, I know that's what you want. Having your secret meetings, doing secret things, making plans to oppress arts. I'm onto you, I'll look over your shoulder, trust me." He also gave the weird looking and talking fellow a mean eye.
<Mick> Mick coughed into his hand. "Anyway, beats English school uniforms, tellin' ya right now. And seriously, what the hell dude? You're more paranoid'n me when I've found out someone touched my coffee tin."
<Jessica> Jess raised an eyebrow at the guy with all the black spots.
<@Lorna> "...you realize I'm one of the arts teachers, right?" Lorna shook her head, swallowing a laugh and held up the uniforms. "You know about unstable molecules those of you who are newer?"
<Rubin> Rubin raised a hand, "They're the molecules that gets sent to the crazy house?"
<KevinFord> "They change easily with uh...the flow of our powers?" Kevin offered.
<Spot> "Art for the establishment, yeah," he mumbled into his non-existant beard.
<Jessica> Jess shook her head slowly.
<Mick> "Yeah - seen your shapeshifters wearin' 'em in the vids. Suits that shift with you, right?" Mick nodded. "Guessin' it has some shit to do wit' helpin' the armour too...sorta like the military-grade custard, yeah?"
<Mick> "Dude, are you like...some kinda freakin' anarchist-hippy? Because if you are, keep yer antiestablishment bullshit the hell away from me." Mick gave spotty a wary eye-up. Bad enough he'd had it from his parents.
<@Lorna> "...yeah, that sums it up pretty neatly." she chuckled again, glad to not have to go through that explanation. "Right then, Tantra, you've all ready got your suit so you're taken care of."
<Spot> He looked at the uniforms. "I'm not sure this really helps with my spots..." he pointed at the black spots that wandered over his face and vanished under the Karl Marx shirt he was wearing fromt ime to time.
<Jimmy> "So these things just ... what, mold to fit us? One size fits all?" Jimmy asked the green haired teacher.
<Rubin> Rubin patted his belly. "Yeah, reason why I'm a little latee as well. The zipper got stuck."
<Mick> "...Tantra? Oh no..." Yeah, he'd had the tantric-talk from his parents too. He eyed up the elephant man worridly. With a codename like that, that trunk was looking worrying.
<@Lorna> "First up is Arachne then!" Lorna held up the suit triumphantly. "They work with you so they're tailored to you and your powers pretty much." She explained to Jimmy as she held out the suit to Jessica.
<Jessica> Jess frowned a little, "We won't have to put those on in front of everyone right now will we?" She eyeballed all the guys in the room. So awkward.
<@Lorna> "There are locker rooms, not to worry."
<Jimmy> "Oh good, so I don't gots to worry about someone measuring my inner thigh while I slept or nothing?" Jimmy looked relieved.
<Jessica> She walked over to Lorna and took the suit, "Is that my codename now?"
<Rubin> "Just out the door to your left, girl's locker room on the left, guys on the righ." Rubin said helpfully.
<Mick> "Nah, they drug y' food and then do it, mate."
<@Lorna> She gave her a nod and a smile. "Yep, so keep an ear out for it today to get used to it."
<@Lorna> She grabbed up more suits. "And here we have Pea-oh, no Distract!" A suit was tossed out to Jimmy. "Spot!" to Johnathon, "Pipeline" to Mick. "Aaand Wither."
<Rubin> "I wanted the codename Lovesparkle, but apparently that didn't fly so well."
<Jessica> Jesss nodded and headed for the door to the locker room. Holding up the suit for inspection at the same time.
<KevinFord> "I like Tantra better than love sparkle. Too much like Creme de l'amour."
<Spot> He caught the suit, kind of disappointed that they hadn't tried to give him a corporate codename he could rebel against. He proceeded to get out of his shirt right then and there. "I assume I can leave my shorts on?"
<Mick> Mick caught his suit, holding it up. "Duuude...never thought I'd ever get a real one of these..." He grinned happily. "Pipeline?" He considered for a moment. "...Yeah, yeah, that works, I can get tha'." So saying, the blue lines built up, and he disappeared, to reappear a few moments later suited up.
<Rubin> "Actually there was a poll, apparently lovesparkle made people think of vampires for some reason."
<@Lorna> "Oh god, I thought I had sponged that out of my brain." Lorna mumbled about the Creme de l'amour. "Yeah, your choice on commando or none. So get suited up and meet back here and we'll start this off."
<Mick> He tightened the gloves, then felt the body armor over his chest, shoulders and legs. "Feel safer in this shit already, seriously." He bounced. "Fits like a goddamned glove. Like it!"
<Jimmy> "Distract? I could live with that, sounds pretty badass," Jimmy grinned, "Which way to the changing room, miss?"
<Spot> He got into the suit and put the gloves on. "This looks like the BDSM meets van Gogh exhibition I went to a while ago."
<Mick> "Soooo...Mrs Drake...is uh, Danger gonna be joining us?" He looked around for the fembot, trying not to be too hopeful.
<KevinFord> "Will one of those work for me?" He asked. He didn't relish the idea of wearing his clothing under skin-tight clothing.
<Jessica> Jess folded her clothes neatly and put them in a locker before she pulled on the suit, zipping it up and tugging at it a little until she felt comfortable in it. Then she headed back into the Danger Room, stretching to test the give in the material.
<@Lorna> "She'll be monitoring us, giving us a few surprises." Lorna nodded to Mick. "And yes, it should work for you...though if it falls apart when you put it on put your usual clothes back on and we'll work something out. This suff is definitely inorganic though." Lorna snapped her own uniform pant leg, still never quite accustomed to it.
<@Lorna> "Right through that way." She pointed Jimmy off.
<Rubin> "Only reason I got dressed before class was because I didn't want the other guys to feel inadequate when putting on the suits in the locker room." Rubin mentioned to Lorna.
<Jimmy> Jimmy saluted and ambled off in the general direction Lorna had pointed, returning a few minutes later, still wearing his beanie and looking a little bashful, this outfit left nothing to the imagination, "I feel like a gimp ... and I look like one too."
<Mick> Mick bounced, nodding, feeling the freedom of movement. "Y' know, this would be epic t' do skatin' and shit in." He stretched a little, not wanting to pull something in this. The constant training that he'd started with Lorna was starting to show in his build, slightly less skinny and more defined than he had been when he arrived.
<Mick> "Hey, dude, could be worse, trust." Mick laughed at Jimmy.
<@Lorna> "...that's very good of you, Rubin." She snorted, trying not to think of that but it was...well, it was the elephant in the room for her now.
<Rubin> "Yup yup yup, it's a curse."
<Jessica> "I think this is the most covered by clothing I've ever been...." Jess commented, straightening up at last.
<Rubin> "And yet I still see a lot more than usual." Rubin added to Jessica.
<Jessica> She looked down at herself and shrugged, "I'm not shy."
<Jimmy> "How could this be worse?" Jimmy eyed up Lorna and Jessica, "And how come they're not wearing bikinis like that tiger-girl I saw? If they're gonna make us dress up like this, they could at least give us chicks in bikinis and boots, am I right?" He muttered to Mick.
<Spot> He stretched himself a bit, trying to find out what was what. Then he reached into his collar and pulle dout a handfull of spots, putting them on his uniform. "There, better."
<Mick> "Because bikinis don' stop bullets, smartarse." Mick snorted. "Does this look like a fuckin' comic book to you?"
<KevinFord> Kevin took off a glove and poked at the uniform Lorna handed him. "Well, it seems to be okay...I'll go try it on." He exited to the locker room with the uniform. He returned some minutes later, wearing his jacket over it. "Just in case it fails. Nobody needs to see an eyeful."
<Jimmy> "You mean the comic books lie? I only read those things for Powergirl's tits!"
<Jessica> "Bikinis aren't practical at this time of year. It's cold."
<Mick> Mick laughed at that, shoving Jimmy lightly. "Yeah, righ'. That's why I play Warcraft, y' know - Blood Elves an' Night Elves." He nodded wisely, then tried not to think about Danger's Blood Elf Rogue. Hoo boy.
<Rubin> "I like his reason for reading comicbooks." Rubin said pointing at Jimmy.
<Jimmy> "Powergirl's tits and Zatana and Black Canary's fishnets, all your arguments are invalid, and that doesn't stop the cat-chick, I saw her on youtube with all those goods on display man, seriously, well nice!"
<KevinFord> "You guys do know that our teacher is a lady and can hear us, right?"
<Mick> "If you like fur, that's your doin', mate."
<Jessica> "Fur? Well there you go then. If she has fur she's warm enough." she rolled her eyes.
<Rubin> "He he he, furry tits." Rubin chuckled.
<Spot> "You people are talking about sex far too much..."
<Jimmy> "She should be used to it, there's at least fifty different facebook pages devoted to appreciating her butt," Jimmy waved a hand to indicate Lorna.
<Jimmy> "... Not that I looked or anything ..."
<@Lorna> "...okay, are we back to a working mode or shall we talk about butts?"
<Rubin> "Wait, I thought we were still on the tit subject." Rubin said confused.
<KevinFord> "Work, please!" He very carefully avoided looking at her. The suits were very tight.
<Jessica> Jess sighed and sat down on the floor, crossing her legs and resting an elbow on her knee and putting her chin in her hand.
<@Lorna> "I don't like talking about tits that much."
<Spot> "They are lovely birds." He nodded.
<Rubin> "We can always switch the subject to tat's. Tit for tat. Ha!"
<Jimmy> Jimmy realised he was getting looks from Lorna and visibly cringed, "... I did it again didn't I?"
<@Lorna> "I'm not sure if that was you or boobs." Lorna frowned, trying to decide but shook her head. "Anyway! Training!"
<KevinFord> "Do I get a code name?"
<@Lorna> "Did I not say Wither?" Lorna looked confused again.
<Rubin> "Dude, I think she already said it... think it was something lik Rot or... yeah Wither."
<KevinFord> "Oh." Yes, the uniforms were very distracting.
<Jessica> Jess nodded, "You said it, I could hear from the locker room."
<@Lorna> "Okay! Training!" Lorna was determined to keep her focus as long as she could to get them through this. "Danger has set up simulations of 'the horsemen' and what we might face with them today. We're going to go through, see how we do as a team, and hopefully we can come up with some ways of defeating our friends without hurting them."
<@Lorna> "See Spot? We do need creativity."
<Rubin> "And I'm guessing that's why I was told to join? Or was it because I'm flunking Gym?"
<@Lorna> "Because if all else fails we're going to have you get them all mellowed out."
<Spot> "I don't see how this is a problem that can't be solved by a baseball bat to the back of the head..."
<@Lorna> "We're not taking a baseball bat to fellow students heads." Lorna clarified, wondering how on earth she got to the point where she had to say that.
<KevinFord> "So what is it that we're actually going to do?"
<Rubin> "Geeze, you're sounding like that Wade guy that hangs around the mansion." Rubin told the spot guy.
<Jessica> "I think that's the point of the training, Kevin... to figure that out."
<Spot> "I like the way he thinks. Very outside the box." He nodded in appreciation of his fellow student's abilities.
<Jimmy> Jimmy had elected to spend the duration of Lorna's talk with his hand covering his mouth, incase his power caused a tangent again.
<Mick> "Thinkin' out the box is what X-Men do, Spot." Mick managed to not snort at the name, before sobering. "There's gotta be a way t' take 'em down without hurtin' 'em, right?"
<@Lorna> Going over to the control pad, Lorna made to start up the simulation. "As we know the most about him, we will be starting with Pestilence."
<Jimmy> "... Didn't he-oh wait, not talking," Jimmy covered his mouth again.
<Christopher> Chris ran into the danger room, late as usual. "Hey guys! Don't start the party without me."
<Mick> "That's...Reed, righ'?" Mick nodded. "Stretchy-dude...th' one poisoning everythin'."
<@Lorna> "Yeah...it's Reed." Lorna sighed just a bit, looking up at the sudden entrance. "Hey there, Chris, just in time. We're even starting with someone you can hit without hurting."
<Wither> Kevin slipped between the others to the back of the group. He could run, yeah, but attack? Not so much.
<Christopher> "Oh yeah? Sounds a wee bit boring."
<Jessica> Jess got to her feet again running a hand through her hair and pulling it back into a ponytail.
<@Lorna> "Right, objective! Work as a team to take down Reed so he can be brought back and hopefully fixed." With that the room filled up with a factory not unlike the water treatment plant they had fought Pestilence and Herald at not that long ago.
<Rubin> And Rubin just stood still, something that he had perfected to an art.
<Jessica> Jess managed to contain the yelp of surprise, looking around her new surroundings.
<Mick> Mick tilted his head a little. "Thinkin' wit' portals for this one, then..." He pulled his hair back, tying int out of his face though strands escaped and looked around, testing out the simulated lines, eyes flaring as he hooked up to them, used to the room shifting around him.
<Spot> He looked around and pulled out a few more spots, deliberately putting them on walls and the floor.
<@Lorna> A few rooms ahead was the simulated Pestilence, crouching open a grain storage unit and letting lose his plague.
<Jessica> Jess jumped straight up and adhered herself to the ceiling, favouring crawling along it and the walls to flying.
<Mick> Mick switched over to his 'other' sense, blinking as he immediately had the real DR faintly overlaying the simulation and hurridly focusing on the factory to stop the headache. He couldn't see his teammates clearly, just as pulsing green wireframes, everything else murky shades of grey. "Righ'. Guess we hafta find 'im. C'mon."
<Spot> Two more spots where thrown like frisbees and finally stuck to the ceiling. "There we go." He patted off his hands.
<Jimmy> Jimmy held up a hand, "Am I allowed to talk yet then?"
<@Lorna> "Right, X-men, move forward, don't lose sight of each other if at all possible." Lorna hovered cautiously, listening for any indication that anyone else was there beside them. "Yes, you can talk...just be careful."
<Jessica> She tilted her head this way and that to listen to the sounds from around the place. "I can hear something that way." she pointed in the direction of the location of sim-Pestilence.
<Jimmy> "Right ... so ... uhh ... where's the door to this place, I'd better watch it incase ... you know, he has any backup?" Jimmy suggested hopefully, removing his hand.
<Christopher> Chris pulled his helmet on and then turned on the visor, switching it over to infared spectrum so he could see everyone. "I'll keep eyes on everyone. Just keep your ears open." He smiled.
<Mick> X-Men. He was an X-Man. Oh god, wait until everyone at home heard this. "Man up, dude, seriously." He muttered, moving carefully, the 'other' sight helpful by highlighting sharp edges that might hurt. "That-a-waaaay!"
<@Lorna> "Good ear, Arachne." She gave the girl crawling along up there a salute, turning in the direction that had been indicated.
<Rubin> Aaaand Rubin followed the group.
<Spot> He made sure to stay behind the professor. He was an artist, not a fighter.
<Wither> Kevin blinked, mouth dropping open as the room transformed into a different one. "Wow." He followed too, coming up last.
<Christopher> "Hey big guy. Wanna give me a nice tap? I need a little energy."
<Jimmy> "I'm short, unfit and my power is talking, also ... we're talking about the guy that voms down people's throats? No thanks, man!" Jimmy made sure he was trailing at the back.
<Mick> "...Whoo, Mrs. Drake, you know your magnetism schtick's strong enough I could totally jump wit' you? Not that I would. Can' imagine it's a pleasant experience."
<Jessica> Jess followed along on the ceiling, dodging the spots on things and listening out for any other sounds or sounds that their target was on the move.
<Mick> "Hey, Jim, you do know th' guy at the back always gets picked off firs', right?"
<Rubin> Rubin sighed, "You know I'm more of a lover than a fighter. Well, not an actual lover lover... you know." He made a fist and gave Chris a punch on the shoulder.
<Christopher> "Come on I'll keep you safe. Scouts honor." Chris grinned when the punch was more than enough to light him up with purple energy.
<@Lorna> "That does sound a bit strange...we'll try things like that later though." She told Mick, concentrating on the simulation and smiling at the banter she was hearing. At least they seemed to have each other's backs.
<Jimmy> .... Jimmy moved to the center of the group.
<Wither> Kevin undid a glove. If he was picked off first, he wasn't going alone.
<Spot> "So, just to make sure, are we allowed to knock him out in some way? Like, maybe a cricket bat to the head?"
<Jessica> "Would electricity work?" Jess looked down at them.
<Jimmy> "How is a cricket bat less worse than a baseball bat, a baseball bat is hollow, cricket bats are solid wood!"
<Christopher> "I'm pretty sure it will take more than that. He's stretchy if I remember right. I don't know if he'll absorb kinetic force easily."
<Jessica> "Because, if not, I have no idea how useful I'll be... probably not very."
<Rubin> "You can always just shove him through one of yoru spot things into a jail locked up room or something." Rubin suggested to Spot.