Mission: Report Cards [closed, staff only]

[welian]

Monday February 20th 2040 (Presidents’ Day, a federal holiday)


Despite all the crazy events surrounding Facility 108, it’s still a school of sorts, and that means report cards – or in this case, official reports to be sent back to Commonwealth. On a peaceful, student-less Monday afternoon, all the teachers at Facility 108 sit down together to discuss their students, and what to report back to Commonwealth. Agent Harry would have been around, but alas, someone seems to have given him the wrong meeting time so that the teachers could have a few hours of peace and quiet without the incessant technobabble.


The teacher’s lounge is strictly off-limits to students. The window in the door has black paper taped over it, and the room is curiously soundproof… Or perhaps, it’s just the one sacred area of the Facility where the faculty can meet and talk to each other like normal human beings, with proper indoor voices.


In the center of the room is a large meeting table, oval-shaped, with enough room for a dozen office chairs – the proper kind, with arm rests and wheels and high backs, the kind that are worth locking the teacher’s lounge for just so that students to steal the chairs and go wheeling down the stairs with them. This table is where the teachers sit, the surface piled high with files and papers. Behind the head of the table is a large television mounted on the wall, ideally for presentations but more often used to watch sports during lunch. Around the room are several bookshelves and cabinets, stashed with extras of basic school and office supplies. In the corner, behind a partial wall, is a tiny kitchenette with a coffee maker, microwave, and refrigerator.


A letter from Director Chernov lies on Jason's chair: "Get those reports in as soon as possible," it says. "Blue Card season is soon, and I want to see something half-decent come out of that hellhole."


Teachers:


@DJ MagicHat@Gus@Bag o Fruit@Zahzi@RemainingQuestions@DeKay@St Stare@too much idea


Non-teaching staff:


@Teh Frixz@Mini T-Rex Syndrome@That Guy Leopold@Giyari@Captain Hesperus@simj22@SweetNicole@Syrenrei@DamagedGlasses

 

[Giyari]

Jason Swan -Director
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 Mood: Tired


 Location: Teachers lounge -108


 Company: -


 @'s: -


 Other:




Jason stared at the pile of reports on the desk with tired eyes. The time had come to deal with the fallout, after clases, complete failures of fieldtrips and health and safety, a prison breakout and a full on terrorist attack, they had somehow managed to survive. But the question at hand, did any of the students in the blue card program meet the grade? Was that really what they should be talking about? In his mind the question was more accurately, which students didn't deserve to be jailed. Last year hadn't been this chaotic, so why had this year felt like ten. Still the work had to be done, and it wasn't like every student in their care was a lost cause. Some had potential to become something great. Others had the potential to at least not kill people in their daily life... maybe.


Taking a drink of what was now a lukewarm coffee, Jason lifted Chernov's note, read it over once more, scowled, and placed himself slowly into his seat at the head of the table. He had a few ideas about who could be considered for a blue card, and a few string views about who should be deemed utter failures. Thankfully power control was not too much of an issue this year, personality and rational rational actions however were about as solid as candyfloss. It wasn't just his decision though, but all he as director could go on was the word and reports from his teachers. Lets hope they were able to fill him in accurately.


"Where do we even start..." he muttered, answering himself "with a double whiskey" in his own head.  At least it was quiet enough without any of the students around. 

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
​

Codename: Vape
​

Location: Facility 108
​

@s: Jason ( @Giyari )
​

Jessica's bike came to a smooth halt in the area designated as the teacher's parking lot, she hopped off and unhooked the bungie cords securing a large cardboard box to the tiny cargo rack behind the seat. She'd been drafted. Someone in Commonwealth had forwarded her name to whoever managed personnel at AEGIS and she'd received an email, all official.


'Dear Ms. Turnbull' it had started. That's Miss, not Ms, but whatever.


'We wish to offer you the position of Disciplinary Counselor at the prestigious AEGIS Facility 108. As I'm sure you're aware, a great many students who are gifted with the A6G23 gene come through the facility's doors and they need strong, but compassionate, guidance on their journey learning the breadth and limits their powers, how to use them for the benefit of society or simply how to control them so that they can live normal productive lives.


As Disciplinary Counselor, your duties will be to provide the basis of AEGIS's rules and regulations as ratified by the Commonwealth's SOP, to support the Director and his staff in their duties and to assign appropriate and proportionate disciplinary duties or punishments to students who transgress said rules and regulations.


'Additionally, you will be required to provide support and counseling to students on a one to one basis, examining the circumstances and backgrounds of bad behavior and working with the teachers and students, their families or carers to improve the student's adherence to AEGIS rules.'


It had gone on and on, Jessica's eyes had stopped reading and started scanning until she came to the part about the pay and discretionary support. SCORE! The money would easily cover Mom's care facility and medical costs, as well as leaving a good amount of cash for herself. Plus there was a full medical plan and insurance.


But Jessica wasn't stupid, she did her homework. Why would Facility 108 require a Disciplinary Counselor in the middle of the new term? Klaus vos Scheiffer. Apparently, he'd gotten mad over a particular student's distasteful antics and went and gassed the entire room. Danny Travis. The name brought back the memory. The young blonde boy had stuck in her mind since their first meeting. His determination, his bull-headedhess, despite his injuries. She could well imagine a boy like that could work his way under a person's skin, find the right buttons and not so much push them as mash them repeatedly like some old computer game controller. She sighed as she hefted up the box and headed in through the entrance. Even this early in the morning, there was a security officer sat at the front desk in the office beside the door. The man glanced up at her from the book on his desk, saw the staff ID that had been sent to Jessica's apartment days after the email, then returned to his book.


"Hi, I'm the new Disciplinary Counselor. I was told I'd be needed in today."


The guard looked up from his book again and sighed.


"Follow the corridor, second on the left.", he responded in a bored voice.


God, he sounded bored. Was that how it was when the students weren't here? Jessica thanked him and followed his directions. She found the door and managed to work it open with one hand while balancing the box under her other arm, braced against the wall. The room beyond was plush in an office kind of way, tall-backed wheeled office chairs around a long desk with a kitchenette at one end and a big TV at the other. The table was heaped with folders, some so full they had elastic bands around them to keep the contents within. But she was not alone. An older man sat at the head of the table. He wore a suit and tie, even though there were supposed to be no official school activities today, and a scowl that alone would have cowed the most truculent students. And she recognized him. Jason Swan. She smiled as she recalled her younger days as a student here, listening to his voice echoing out through the facility, rarely ever needing to use the aging PA system. He had always been like a stalwart of the facility, firmer than the foundations of the building itself. But seeing him now made her frown. He looked tired, and that tiredness made him look old. And she guessed he had good reasons to be tired. The past month would weigh heavy on anyone's sleep, let alone that of the city's premier training site for fledgling Supers.


"Director Swan?", she ventured, daring to break the heavy silence that filled the room, "Hi, I'm... I'm Jessica Turnbull, codename Vape. I'm the new Disciplinary Counselor."


She set her box down behind the door, out of the way and regarded Swan's coffee mug. With a nod, she sprang into action. She opened the box and hauled out two large boxes that smelled suspiciously of donuts and a large silver pouch. She plopped the donuts down on the desk, then strode over to the kitchenette. The coffee machine was slowly murdering a half jug of coffee, but she swiftly tossed the dregs away, emptied out the filter and refreshed it with the rich coffee from the pouch she had brought. Within minutes, the smell of fresh hot Java began to permeate the room.


"I used to be one of your students, sir.", she said conversationally, as she worked, "But I never thought I'd return to Baltimore, let alone get a job back in the ol' 108."

 

[Bag o Fruit]

There was a thump at the door. The door handle jiggled twice before it finally fell past the point of latching and ceased to hold the aperture at bay. Allen McNabb tumbled through, bedecked in a wig and an eye-numbing number of prosthetic facial features.

"Oh, errr, hello fellow teachers a-and Mister Swan and a mysterious-" he gasped for air "- madame I have not yet met! Oh... Dear me w-I-I must be the first of the teachers to arrrrive. Ah! Ahem... 'I'-" he bowed, awkwardly, losing his balance. "- am Precedent George Washington!" he grinned. Then, looking concerned, he whispered to the small gathering, one hand extended near his mouth in order to shield his words from onlookers who were not there. "I am not actually Precedent George Wwashington. I am, er, Allen McNabb, the Emotional Composure teacher. But the students need not know that, eh? HAH, haha!" He took his seat at the meeting table, and spread his arms wide in a poorly executed gesture of conviviality. "Happy Precedents Day!"

Spoiler

#NotMyPrecedent

 

[Teh Frixz]

Deeply hidden within the dismal halls of facility 108, sunken below hundreds of tons of concrete and lead lurks the most sinister force known to AEGIS....


Penelope Urbain


Official unofficial non-teaching staff


Coinciding neatly with the entrance from the Commander in Creep, a momentary high pitched beep emanates from the television at the end of the meeting table. The screen flickers on, showing a solid blue background for a few seconds before a fairly high definition camera feed began rolling. The screen showed what seemed to be a sheet, neatly hung but sporting series of stains assumed to be caused by something that had been dripped in the corner. The volume on the television rises up as a voice becomes audible. 


"-Econd of all, there needs to be considerable care given to the little creeps of this school touching shit. All I see day in and day out is people doing the craziest shit, then touching any surface in this place. How is there not some outbreak of super-ass melting-influenza? Third-" 


Walking into frame with a stack of paper complaint forms she'd printed off that was heavy enough to thunk as she dropped them down on the desk in front of the camera, Penelope Urbain, the fuel supply of AEGIS, was momentarily overwhelmed. 


"Holy fuck what is that thing? Did it lose a fight with a necrophiliac mortician from the fucking 1700s? Did I join in on pickled pedophile fetish night at the historical society on accident again? The fuck..." 


Zooming in closer it takes a few moments longer to identify McNabb as McNabb. The braying laughter flooding the rooms speakers lasted a few minutes before Penny caught her breath. "Oh god damn I wasn't far off was I? Get that shit off McNabb." 


As far as costumes went, Penny shouldn't have said anything. Wearing her hair down as far as it could go, wonderfully off center and under cut, she had also somehow scrounged up a pair of 'business' glasses frames with no lenses and was wearing last years 'Sexy CEO' Halloween costume. 


Someone must have mentioned business professional attire in the faculty email chain. 


Pushing aside her stack of grievances, Penny quickly identified the rest of the present staff except one. "Hold on a second" she peeks offscreen, typing loudly before coming back to  focus on Turnbull. "Vape? Vape. You went with 'vape' as a codename. You've been stuck in the closet for twenty years or couldn't think of any other gas nick names that didn't remind people of farts?" 


@Captain Hesperus @Bag o Fruit @Giyari

 

[yoikes]

[[Quick question is this before Episode 4?]]

 

[Giyari]

Jason Swan -Director
​

 Mood: Tired


 Location: Teachers Lounge


 Company: Penelope, McNabb, Jessica


 @'s: @Teh Frixz @Captain Hesperus @Bag o Fruit


 Other:




More arrivals. Miss Turnbull, ex-student turned Discipline Councillor... A welcome replacement for Klaus. Jason still couldn't believe he let that man into the facility without knowing what he was capable of. It just goes to show, you never really know who someone is until they're under pressure. Looking up from Chernov's note, Jason Stood to shake Jessica's hand.


"Welcome once again, Miss Turnbull, and thanks for taking the position on comparatively short notice. I hope you're as capable as, and more balanced, than our last councillor." Jason mused jokingly, trying to avoid the controversy surrounding Klaus. 


Talking his seat once more and picking up a few of the closer files, Jason casually prepared for more staff to arrive as Jessica seemingly did the same. The aroma was unmistakably of some form or sugary baked treat. He had no doubt they would go down well with the faculty, Jason however had not long ago finished a banana and a sandwich. Hopefully there would be a doughnut left for him for later.


"Yes, I do remember you, feels like a lifetime ago. To be honest everything feels like a lifetime ago after this semester." He wasn't lying, the number of problems this year had given him was astronomical. And as if on cue, another problem arrived into the room. Allen McNabb. The man was capable, if not exceedingly strange. A useful hand around the facility that made his numerous eccentricities excusable... just. Jason looked over the mans attire with an air of confusion, but bringing it up would probably be more trouble than it was worth.


"Glad you could join us McNabb, interesting choice of clothi-" before he could finish the television sprung into life, revealing a fairly revealing Penny. Suddenly McNabb's costume didn't seem all that bad. That was some impressive cleavage in display given the slightness of Penelope's figure. Stuttering over the start of a sentence as Penelope continued to ramble on about whatever entered her mind, Jason rubbed at the bridge of his nose. This was only the start of the meeting, there wasn't even a full attendance yet... Eventually he managed to get a word in.


"Penelope! If you could just shut up for a few seconds!" Jason shouted towards the conference call camera below the TV Penelope had hacked her way into. Penny was useful when she was behaving, she gave an insight that the faculty couldn't get, with her CCTV access and online presence she could inform them about less visible happenings, when she wasn't causing hassle herself. Taking a deep breath, Jason calmed himself before he continued.


"Miss Turnbull is an employee like the rest of us, so treat her with some respect. And on that topic, I'm not entirely sure a skirt of that length is appropriate for a staff meeting... But considering McNabb I can let it pass. Now Penelope. Behave yourself or I'll disconnect your fibre optics and make you use dial-up."  It was a threat he could go through with, even if it did mean climbing down two floors worth of ladders to reach her bunker's data lines.


Lifting two doughnuts from the box, Jason got up from his seat and stashed them in the kitchenette, placing them on a plate with a small note reading "Penny's"and covering them with clingfilm. He'd deliver them to her later.


"Those are for you if you behave yourself, otherwise Ward and I will have them later." he added, nodding towards Penelope's camera

 

[yoikes]

Ihbarhasvad Naran


Location: Facility 108


Mood: Excited to properly meet the all the other teachers


Tag:  @Teh Frixz @Captain Hesperus @Bag o Fruit @Giyari


A few days have passed since the prison break, and she finally have settled in this city. The government has yet to find a place for her so she's currently staying in a hotel, though she already said that she doesn't mind living in the same apartment building as the one usually rented out to students. It's better, ins't it? Closing the distance between student and a teacher and if they need help, they could just knock on their door!


Anyway, an email arrived in her brand new work email this morning. A message, telling her to go to Facility 108 to attend the staff meeting and properly introduce herself as the guest teacher for the Community Service after all this mess. Without wasting anymore time, she changed to one of the work suits the government has prepared for her. Naran is slightly tempted to wear her super suit underneath, but let's save it to when her first day of teaching!


Her car, and the driver prepared by the Mongolian Embassy is already waiting for her when she walked out of the hotel's lobby. Naran wondered how they always seem to know when she's about to go and not, but without asking question she jumped and asked to be taken to Facility 108. The facility it self looked empty, there is no student in sight. Huh, Naran is a little bit disappointed.


With big steps, she made her way to the Teacher's Lounge. Opening the door, she found a couple people already seated inside. Naran gave them her biggest smile and greets them, "Sain uu! Öglöönii mend!Hello! Good morning! I'm the new teacher-- guest teacher, for Community Service! Ihbarhasvad Naran is the name, though you might know me more as Narangerel!"

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
​

Codename: Vape
​

Location: Facility 108
​

@s: Jason ( @Giyari ) Allan ( @Bag o Fruit ) Penny ( @Teh Frixz ) Narangerel ( @too much idea )
​

Jessica accepted the Director's handshake with a smile. He really did sound like he appreciated the last minute help she'd provided. She was about to respond when the door opened and a person walked through. It wore a spirited attempt at the height of 18th Century fashion, only marred by the fact that the 'powdered wig' was the violently red afro-style wig often seen sported by circus clowns and the First President's nose was held on my a couple of band-aids. His introduction made her chuckle despite herself. She'd never have guessed that Facility 108 would have hired such an elderly-looking Super as a member of staff. Though, Emotional Composure wasn't likely to be that physically demanding. Was it?


The moment was broken by a bleep and the large TV screen bursting into life. The obviously teenage girl on the screen was dressed in a black skin-tight miniskirt, bustier and what looked like a tie and shirt collar without the rest of the shirt. It would have been kinda slutty on a fully-grown woman, but it looked thoroughly indecent on 'Penelope'. Director Swan scolded her for the attempted burn about Jessica's codename, but yet he scooped up a couple of donuts, plated and labelled them. Awww, he's still so sweet.


"Actually, Penny.", Jessica replied, noting the shortened name used on the donuts, "I originally registered as 'Vapor', but then there was this mass murderer in LA whose power was to evaporate all the moisture out of living beings. She'd called herself 'The Vaper' and, well, even after the West Coast Supers managed to collar her, the similar names tended to cause confusion and, well, hysteria. So I shortened it. Maybe it raised my appeal among the Neo-Hipster movement, but whatever. Still, it's nice to meet you."


She smiled, determined to not let the teenager feel she'd won anything. Then the door opened again and a young woman with Eastern features entered. She exuberantly introduced herself and Jessica tried her hardest to remember the complicated syllables of her first name. The codename was not one that sprang straight to mind, but then she'd only had experience of Baltimore and New York.


"Hi there, I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess or JT. I'm the new Disciplinary Counselor.", she indicated Swan beside her, "This is Director Swan, the head of the facility."


She pointed at Allan, seated contently at the desk.


"And that is Allan McNabb, the Emotional Composure teacher.", she continued, managing to avoid laughing as one of the band-aids peeled loose and President Washington's nose swung sideways to rest on the man's cheek.


She indicated the screen where Penny could be seen, "And that is Penny, who is....", she paused and looked uncertainly at Jason, "staff?"

 

[Lemon Boy]

Urial Ursler


Located: Facility 108


Mood: Intrigued 


With: Jessica Turnbull @Captain Hesperus , Some name in Mongolian I refuse to type out @too much idea, Jason Swan @Giyari, Allen McNabb @Bag o Fruit & Penelope @Teh Frixz


OOC: A wild floof has appeared! 



Urial was a fairly new teacher to the whole facility but good lord was it made painfully obvious that it was certainly going to a handful. On his first day some man who decided that Germans didn't have bad enough stereotypes thought gassing an entire classroom after being called a Nazi was a good idea and then he was nearly killed by some dwarf with a sword cosplaying as a king of the chipmunks. Before he had even arrived as well, they apparently had to deal with a mad bird person. In his three hundred years of life, he was quite sure those moments were by far the weirdest he had experienced which was certainly something. It was all very stressful and odd so Urial decided to bake some muffins before his arrival which were being held aloft by one of the golden arms peeking out of his backpack, holding a large bag full of them. 


Hopefully, today was going to be a bit more of a relaxed one at the facility. It was going to be a day dedicated to marking some report cards for the few students he had taught in First Aid, which will most likely consist of failing grades all around. He could only name a few competent students even fit to medically aid someone, and the person with the most marks was the girl with tentacles known as Ophelia. Kendrick was a total failure with his inability to withstand the sight of blood, which was going to be a massive disadvantage if he had to treat someone in any way....and then there was the cat girl, who thought it a good idea to just smack the fire alarm like no tomorrow over a bit of paranoia. Thinking idly of the past few days and student performance, which was overall fairly disappointing, he continued to make his way towards the Facility until he finally got there. It had an ever so slightly eerie air of calm about it, It was his first time seeing it in a state of peace in any case. No gas leaking out of the window, or albino's trying to sneak in either. 


Making his way to the entrance, another golden arm emerged from the backpack and opened the door, the security guard looking at the door and giving him a slightly weirded out look before shaking his head. Security were introduced to Urial personally so they didn't immediately think of trying to chase him out or something, but some of them still felt odd about having a talking dog as a member of staff.


"Hello there! Don't mind me, heading to the Faculty lounge for a bit of marking~" 


The guard just nodded, going back to his book, Urial about to continue when the thought occurred to him that he was quite sure that he'd most likely still have an abundance of muffins even if all the staff went to eat some of them. Turning around as another of the arms opened up the bag containing the muffins and pulling one out, it twisted around and extended, placing the muffin onto the desk.


"It's Chocolate chip, hope you enjoy!~" 


He continued on his way, with the Security Guard just taking the muffin and grumbling about something before taking a bite out of it. 


Arriving at the Faculty Lounge, one of the arms extended outwards to open the door, Urial peeking in a bit before coming in. It seemed like they had two new additions to the staff and...a man dressed rather weirdly, probably the emotional composure teacher, he had heard things about the man from student gossip. 


"Ah hello! Hope I'm not too late to the party. I brought some food for you all as well If you're willing to indulge." 


The golden arm holding the bag of muffins quickly extended itself as it placed the bag of muffins down onto the desk, unraveling it ever so slightly to reveal a grand number of chocolate chip muffins that looked freshly baked. Making his one to one of the rather grand looking chairs, he hopped onto it and spun around a bit, chuckling to himself for a bit as he ceased using the spinning functions of the wonderful spinny chairs. 


"Well pleasure to meet the both of you! The names Urial, but feel free to call me Uri if you want." 


Two more golden arms extended themselves from the backpack he wore towards Jessica & Naran, going to shake their hands. 


Looking towards the monitor, he also saw a girl dressed in ever so slightly revealing clothing that seemed somewhat inappropriate. They looked like the type of clothes someone would wear for Halloween when playing some sort of sexy school teacher, rather than the usual clothing a teacher would wear. A small light on his collar went yellow as he resorted to using more mechanical means to talk rather than relying on his standard telepathy. 


"And a pleasure to meet you as well, I don't believe we've met!" 

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward
Location: Facility 108 Dry Docks
Nearby: Too many to list.
Disposition: Let's get this over with.


It had been a rather interesting week. A jailbreak, a casino rumble. Oh yeah let's not forget the Chernobyl Treatment he got afterward. So much fun. He would need to kick Aaron into the water past the docks later for that. Knox too probably. He had already seen to Bismark being left under a shipping container for DITCHING THE FUCKING CHILDREN. 


The terms insubordinate and incompetent were mild here..


Chernov owed him $80 for the week alone.


Red walked into the room, side-stepping to avoid the people on the other side of the door and finding a seat on the opposite side of the table from the others. He sat down, leaning back in his chair.


"Swan, if when you walk out of this office and you hear screaming from the shipping yard, it's just Bismark. So, you know...Just ignore it." he told him casually, before finally looking around the room. The last time he had to deal with the staff at this numbers was the damn winter exam. Though this seemed to be double the amount of people...Fun.


"Hello everyone in here I do not know by name. I generally don't bother knowing them."

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
​

Codename: Vape
​

Location: Facility 108
​

@s: Jason ( @Giyari ) Allan ( @Bag o Fruit ) Penny ( @Teh Frixz ) Narangerel ( @too much idea ) Urial ( @St Stare  ) Hunter ( @Zahzi )
​

 
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The door opened again, before Jason could confirm or deny anything about Penny and in walked...a dog. Granted, it was a gorgeous Golden Retriever wearing a cute backpack from which sprouted a number of shiny golden armatures, one of which clutched a large bag, but it was still a dog. She watched the door intently, expecting a human to follow his pet through but the door closed and suddenly there was a voice in her head. It was warm and pervasive, like the sun in early summer


"Ah hello! Hope I'm not too late to the party. I brought some food for you all as well If you're willing to indulge." 


Jessica sighed inwardly, another Super in animal form, just like Moufinz.


"Well pleasure to meet the both of you! The names Urial, but feel free to call me Uri if you want." 


Jessica was seriously considering if she should just get a big red 'My Name Is:' badge, because if the rest of the staff were going to be arriving piecemeal, she'd be getting sick of the sound of her own name before the donuts were even halfway gone.


"Jessica Turnbull,", she replied, once Uri had spoken with actual words to Penny on her screen, "Disciplinary Counselor, taking over from Klaus vos Scheiffer. Thanks for the muffins, they look great."


The coffee machine chugged out the last few drops of rich black liquid and Jessica scooped the carafe out and doled out a fresh hot mug for Jason, presenting it like a trophy.


Then the door opened and in walked someone Jessica knew on sight. Hunter Ward, codename: Red. His reputation was fearsome, both prior to his AEGIS days and after it. She felt a combined shudder of exhilaration to be in the same room as a seasoned combat veteran, and horror at the knowledge that he'd killed many, many people in his active Super career. This job would certainly be eye-opening.


"Coffee, everyone. Get it while it's fresh.", she called out, grabbing herself an AEGIS-marked mug and pouring out some coffee.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Penelope Urbain


@s: Jason ( @Giyari ) Allan ( @Bag o Fruit ) Jess (@captain Hesperus) Narangerel ( @too much idea ) Urial ( @St Stare  ) Hunter (@Zahzi)


Penny had to double check her own clock to make sure she'd started her own stream for the meeting on time, but as usual, she was amazing and flawless and had started on time. The various people filtering in, her files on each stacked neatly beside her chair, seemed to have forgotten the be half an hour early rule. It was irksome, especially when you were in the sort of physical limbo she lived in. Lots and lots of waiting without any scenery change. And people had the gall to say she watched too much tv or fucked around online too much. What else was she supposed to do?! Apparently not talk and offer insight as the director threatened to pull her plugs. To his credit, he does stop Penny from talking over Jessica and the new arrivals but he doesn't prevent a glorious real time, visually enhanced masterpiece of an eye roll. Her eyeballs rolled around her head in a greater distance than she'd ever managed with the rest of her body. 


She sits and waits, letting Jessica blab about her life story and apparently how awesome she was out west in the stoner and same sex bonerland of LA. Then some fucking slope came in to cast a spell or something on them, speaking nonsense loopy language and then the talking dog who she bet wasn't fixed or up to date on his shots. And of course RED had to be in attendance. While he was a fairly easy target to tease from the safety of her 'home' there was a bit more considerable awkwardness with him than the rest of the staff. Couple years back, Penny had the slightest of crushes on him. Fourteen-fifteen years old wasn't the most sensible of ages and she'd written some highly sensitive material 'fan' fiction about him. These days, she just ignored him for the most part. 


"STAFF?" Penny interjects once her donuts were safely set aside, "I'm like, the secret ultra level boss of AEGIS. It's all a front Turnbull, I'm really using AEGIS to collect rare valuables and go on adventures for me across the globe. I'm so awesome, they have me hidden away in a secret location as not to be captured. This is just a mission briefing. You'll be going undercover as a peculiar smell in a possible Fifth Column Neo-nazi base that's disguised as a bath house in Manhattan. If you choose not to go on this mission, you'll have to be killed" 

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
Codename: Vape
Location: Facility 108
@s: Jason ( @Giyari ) Allan ( @Bag o Fruit ) Penny ( @Teh Frixz ) Narangerel ( @too much idea ) Urial ( @St Stare ) Hunter ( @Zahzi )
​

Penny was cute, once you got past the unnecessary level of snark. Jessica didn't yet know the teen's story but, since Director Swan hadn't summarily dismissed her, she was officially 'in the numbers'. Jessica snapped off a swift salute and as good a heel click as her biking boots would allow.
"Yes, ma'am! I'll get right to it. Gimme the word and I'll Zyklon B those Nazi Pinko Commie bastards back to 1945.", she replied, before marching over and snatching up one of Uriel's muffins then returning it to add to Penny's plate of pastry goodness. This done, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table that was burgeoning with folders. As she looked at them, she could see some of the names and they were at least passingly familiar: 'Brahn, J.' 'Brahn, M.', 'Casan, S.', and a really thick one labelled, 'Travis, D.'
Oh boy, this would be a fun morning...

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory​

Location: At home.
Nearby: Nobody. (as far as he knows)
Mood: Startled.
@s Teh Frixz

Aaron's head snapped upright. His eyes popped open. He squinched them shut again. Why did his head hurt so badly? Where was he? Very carefully he opened one eye and tried to will the room to come into focus. It stubbornly refused. He closed his eye again. Feeling for the moon and the sun was easier. Their familiar gentle tugging soothed him, offering reassurance that wherever he was, it was still in Baltimore, and about 5:04 am on the 20th of February. Well, unless he'd been out at least a month. No, but then Mars would have moved. So. It was tomorrow. Or today, now. But why couldn't he remember how he'd got here from yesterday? Had he been captured by a super villain? He tried to remember what he'd been doing last.... No good.

What about... now? ...he seemed to be lounging on something soft.

Couch! He'd fallen asleep on the couch! What a strange concept. He hadn't slept since the morning of January fourteenth. Knight day. Five weeks and 2 days. He'd begun to wonder if sleep was something he had ever actually needed or was just a learned behavior. Apparently it was a need.

Ugh. Not exactly refreshing either. His tongue was papery dry and rasped uncomfortably against the roof of his mouth. His head was throbbing, and there was a crick in his neck that felt like it would take literally earth shattering force to iron out.

He stood up, stretched, and ran his palms over his cheeks and under chin, annihilating all the overnight whisker growth outside the region of his goatee. His ear hair got similar treatment. He went to get a glass of water. He drank it down, and then another. He couldn't seem to soothe the dryness of his throat. As he was drinking his third glass, something niggled at the back of his mind. Something important that he ought not to forget. Was he teaching today or Eve? Wait, it was president's day. No classes. No students. Nothing to... GRADES! Shit. No way he could walk all the way to 108 in time for the start of the staff meeting. And this was hardly emergency enough to make a wormhole for. Resigning himself to being late, he grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the front door.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Kingsley
(Inside Aaron)​

She wanted to swear. For years and years it was forbidden to use foul language in her home, even so far as anything on television that included rough language was thoroughly scrubbed from her life. Even in school and academy, not one verbal offense. Kingsley, even with her youthful attachment to the Internet, dutifully obeyed these rules.


"DANGIT! Gosh dangit!" Kingsley threw her metaphorical hands into the air in frustration just as Aaron started waking up and her limited control over the man locked up. She'd been siphoning non stop, day and night, from the man in hopes he'd give up enough of himself for her to slip in control of. Just like with the coma patients and animals but it was becoming more and more obvious that this guy had some pit of energy he was using to keep her out.

Settling back down and shaming herself for the outburst, Kingsley began to take stock of her daily situation.

She was inside some sort of teleporting space guy. It was actually a little terrifying the first time he warped or 'wormholes' or however he put it. She was worried she'd be left behind or killed by the jump but all seemed to have went well.

She was also still not noticed and was pulling all the energy she could. Even at full tilt this guy was functional. Slowing his sleeping heart rate, keeping him dehydrated, even pressing on his head for migraines and light sensitivity hadn't worked. He kept moving along. It was disheartening.

On the plus side so was she. She hadn't felt this good in ages. All she took from Aaron went into her. Looking at her own avatar inside the representation of Aaron's mind, she looked chunky. She wanted to laugh about it but the false feeling of her thighs squishing together bugged her.

Maybe that was a good thing about not having a solid body at the moment. Not having to worry about her appearance at least for a while. Knowing this, Kingsley focuses back in on her entrenched tendrils, sapping all she could from her host.

Her 'screen' flickers back to life as se focuses on his life, just in time to see him heading for the door.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory​

Location: A 7-11, halfway to work
Nearby: A few civilians, and a very greedy passenger
Mood: SO HUNGRY!
@s Teh Frixz

The clerk eyed him suspiciously as he piled more and more food on the counter. He had taken all of the greasy grilled food from the various heating cabinets and steam tables, most of the aisle of bags of potato chips, cleared the entire under-counter of candy bars, and emptied all 8 of the coffee carafes into twenty eight 20 ounce paper cups along with the total contents of both the cream and sugar dispensing machines. Adding the precarious stack of seven cup carriers to the counter was almost too much, and the untidy pile of junk calories was threatening to spill all over everywhere. With Aaron's help though, they eventually managed to bag it all up.

“That'll be one thousand, one hundred seventy eight dollars and seven cents sir.”

Aaron handed over his 'other' blue card for payment, and began threading bag handles through each other and weaving his fingers and wrists through the mesh, while the clerk ran his card. He signed the slip awkwardly with his thumb and forefinger, and then heads for work, trailing a late season blizzard of empty cups and food wrappers in his wake...

 

[Giyari]

Mood: Calm
Location: Staff room
Company: Staff
@'s: Captain Hesperus B Bag o Fruit Teh Frixz yoikes Lemon Boy Zahzi
Other: I dooon't think I'm going to bother tagging everyone after this, as everyone will get thread notifications anyway, and we're all here.

Director Swan"Shut up, Penny." Jason sighed as she driveled some crap about super secret missions. It's one thing having someone in such an odd position as Penny to explain, but it's another thing if she confuses it further. At least all it would take is a few words to rectify any misinformation.

"Penny is... Well she's the schools power source. we run off grid, Penny's power is basically that of a human fuel rod. She's in a sealed bunker two floors below the medical centre because she leaks radiation uncontrollably." Jason explained turning to Jessica. "She also hacked into the schools CCTV feeds and intranet servers, but since she's always here and well, always watching, I didn't fix it. She makes for a useful set of eyes and ears." he added. She could be more trouble that she was worth every now and again, but mostly it was a positive presence.

With more and more teachers filing in all the time, Jason motioned to them all to have a seat. They weren't here for no reason, there was dull, boring, horrendously shitty work to be done... But someone had to do it.

"Okay, so how about we get this underway then. I see... Mr Mallory is missing? Given his skills though he could be here any second or in half an hour. We can start without him." Jason informed the staff around the table with a more official tone than before.

"The task of the day is basically report cards. Commonwealth Director Chernov would like... "to see something half-decent come out of this hellhole"..." he continued, air quoting Chernov's words with a slight scowl. She wasn't wrong, but knowing that was how she felt about a facility he had been placed in charge of didn't feel great. Still, it wasn't exactly his fault. It was only slightly his fault. Drinking a mouthful of coffee, Jason placed Chernov's note back on the table and continued once more.

"So what that translates to is, what students do we feel have shown promise in their power understanding and control, and which Blue Card trainees have shown sufficient progress?" The task wasn't too difficult, not on the surface anyway.

 

[ManicMuse]

PAGE MORGAN

Location: Home>Facility 108
Mood: Hungover
​

A faint incessant beeping kept floating into Page's mind as she slumbered. After a night fueled by an over consumption of alcohol and a new street drug called zip, waking up was not coming easily. Given her actions the night before, it was safe to say, the self help book she had been following might not have been the best. Maybe if she was lucky, she could get a refund for the 20 hour Deluxe, 'Be the Badass you want to be,' Audio download. She was a 'Badass' all alright, a Badass that had left a pile of vomit next to a scorched bathroom rug.

Fighting through the grogginess, she peeked open and eye and groaned. It felt like the cars on the street in front of her apartment were driving through her head. Whimpering and retreating into the covers, she prayed for the alarm to silence its self.

After a few minutes of bargaining with God but no silence, Page flopped out of bed. Crawling out to the living room, still hiding beneath the comforter, she blindly reached for her phone, knocking over an empty wine bottle in the process. Finally, the wailing alarm was silenced.

Retreating back into the blanket, Page laid in the fetal position for a bit. Convinced she was dying, she pulled up Dr.Know on Wahoo to check her symptoms. Learning it was either cancer or a hangover, she decided either way, throwing up would help. After another round with the porcelain throne and a shower, standing became an easier feat.

After forcing down pair of eggs and some toast, she started to feel a little less out of it. Filling a to-go bottle with water, she stood in over the kitchen sink, scrolled through her emails. That is when a reminder for a meeting flashed up on the screen.

"Damn it all to hell!"​

Pounding four Tylenol and ibuprofen, she scooped up her purse, tossed on a sweater dress and ran out the door. Catching a bus, she kept checking her phone for the time. Running this late, there was no hope of getting there on time. The bus stop was a block away from the facility. Running the rest of the way and nearly losing her breakfast in the process. Half dry heaving and half puffing, she flew into the front of the school.

Taking moment to toss her still damp hair into a messy bun, pull on a pair of black thick rimmed glasses, she tried to fake it. Fussing with the hem of her dress, she shuffled past the security office after presenting her badge and continued on to the lounge.

Leaning against the door of the teacher's lounge, Page tried to listen in for the right moment to make an appearance. The sound was too muffled to make out much of anything. There was not going to be anyway to do this and not get noticed. Perfect. Flicking open the door, she tried to quickly and quietly shuffle to the seat nearest to the door. There was no need to drag out the awkwardness of being the loser that showed up late and clearly unprepared.

Once in her own seat, Page tried her best to act casual. Trying to rationalize being late, 'it was not as if she was a teacher after all.' The smell of fresh baked goods filled her nostrils. Normally, it would have been welcomed, but not today. No, now it made her stomach turn into gurgling pit of acid. Feeling the gag in the back of her throat, she swallowed hard. The lump went back down, for now. Taking a large swig of water, she tried to wash away the bitter tang of bile that still lingered in the back of her throat.

"Never again. Just let me make it through this meeting and I will never drink again." Stuck on bargaining, Page was already certain that Zip was the devil's drug. However, wine could be banished from her home forever too, if it meant she made it through this meeting alive.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory​

​

Location: Just outside 108
Nearby: Nobody he noticed
Mood: Relieved
@s Teh Frixz ManicMuse B Bag o Fruit Giyari Captain Hesperus Zahzi yoikes Lemon Boy

It has been said of human beings that 'The self is a sea, boundless and measureless.' For most, this is mere metaphor, intended to invoke the inner self, the formless roiling mass of thoughts and feelings sloshing back and forth within the absurdly limited three pounds of meat between the ears from birth until death.

In the case of Aaron Mallory however, the metaphor is quite inadequate to describe his literal inner self. The space inside of him is vast, and black, and empty. Or almost empty. No space can be truly empty, and the soul of the wayward teacher is no exception. Dead worlds spin senselessly through the void around a dark star. Periodically, little whiffs of matter spiral inward, torn to shreds by merciless tidal forces, evaporating in puffs of hard radiation which is then swallowed in turn. The star stirs, and the space around it trembles with suppressed irritation. The tremors form themselves into words, seeking out the solitary explorer in Aaron's inner space.

“PARASITE. HAVE WE BEEN OVER-TOLLERANT? DO YOU NEED A REMINDER OF WHO RULES HERE? YOU WILL CURTAIL YOUR SIPHONING OF OUR HOST, OR YOUR TENANCY WILL END SHORTLY, WITH YOUR DEATH. ALREADY HE BEGINS TO BECOME AWARE OF YOU. IF YOU ARE NOTICED, WE MAY BE AS WELL. DESIST. OR DIE.”

Aaron had paused outside 108. Late though he was, he had the strangest feeling. Unease and disquiet spread through his chest, a distinct squeezing sensation that made his brow break out in a cold sweat. Something deep inside him was deeply and profoundly wrong. He could feel it. Swelling like a landfill in full sun, with its outgassing taps blocked...

There is a terrible sound, like thunder. It rolls across Sparrow's point, and windows are rattled for miles in every direction.

Peace returns, and Aaron glances around himself, embarassed.

“Excuse me!” he blurts, and ducks quickly inside the building.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Kingsley


Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh

Nearly dislodged from her little sanctuary inside the drifting void of Aaron Mallory, a well fed Kingsley was panicking. Originally she'd been hesitant to admit that her initial contact with...the other one had been anything other a rogue aspect of her hosts personality but it was becoming blatantly, painfully obvious that this was in actuality another being like her.

This guy, Aaron, was just a proverbial watering hole. Kingsley thinking back to her sojourns to the American History Museum, she was just a gazelle drinking from him and the other one was a crocodile. Threatening to snap.

Running about her sanctuary, she was done. Throwing her things in suitcases and dislodging her various plaques and shelves off the walls was visually just her pulling a few tendrils in from his extremities to realign herself in his chest.

Cautiously, she manifests as another tightness in his chest. Like a hunk of food unable to be dislodged, she sat there waiting till it was safe.

 

[Syrenrei]

Imogen Jarsdel
a/k/a "Evermore"
Interactions: Penny Teh Frixz
​

When Imogen had conducted her initial safety inspection of AEGIS Facility 108 the stairway had not gone unnoticed- nor the freight elevator. A few days later the job of "safety consultant, inspector, and liaison" was extended she had formally requested that she been given information on the facility's power system to make certain it conformed to standards as part of her terms. Perhaps it had been risky for them to tell her but given that the facility was a bit of disaster zone and none of her peers would want to be within a mile of it even with her powers, she made a compelling argument the information was pertinent. Imogen wasn't sure what answer she had been expecting but a radioactive super at the bottom of the stairs, living in total isolation and powering the building above, had not been it. If there was any conclusive proof she had not seen it all this was it.

Director Jason Swan had called a staff meeting and Imogen had decided this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce herself to Penny. Her new superior might be displeased that she knew the 'secret' of Penny but she'd prove her worth soon enough. Besides, she was quite confident that her regeneration would give her a unique opportunity that none else could afford: an in-person visit. The freight elevator was a quicker, more direct route but she was in shape and wanted to be a pleasant surprise. With a smile to herself and a faster pace than normal, she carefully descended the stairwells with glances to the sides to evaluate everything was in good order. Safety habits were hard to break. Given the state of this facility there was so such thing as overly cautious.

Imogen strode through the tunnel and at last arrived at a door. She turned and set down an extra set of clothing she had brought approximately ten feet away. When she had decided on making this visit she had spent almost two hours at a local thrift and consignment store buying clothes in her size for dirt cheap so that she'd feel less guilty if they were affected by Penny's radiation. Being prepared was in her nature. Today's attire was a faded T-shirt in grey that was emblazoned with TITANIC SWIM TEAM 1911-1912. The jeans she wore were ripped over one knee, her socks were new and black (no sense in buying used socks), and her undergarments simple. The regenerator slipped out of her tennis shoes, kicking them over to the pile of clean clothes, shifted her box of donuts to one hand, and then knocked hard approximately three times.

Hopefully the offering of donuts would be well-received. Imogen ate an atrocious amount of food so she had gotten two dozen Krispy Kreme donuts freshly made. Not knowing what the other female liked and herself eating just about anything, she had instructed to "put a variety" inside though it had been skewed to favor the chocolate-glazed and creme-filled that she favored heavily.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Penelope
Tapping her camera and purposefully placing her microphone close to the onboard to create a sharp feedback squeal in order to get some attention, which she in no way desperately wanted.

"Listen up then "teachers" because I've got personal files here on like, all the students that should be punished and ones that I, Penelope Urbain, Have deemed worthy of blue card consideration. But to make it easy on you, let's just assume it's a baseline of nobody gets one."

Shuffling her papers around for a purposefully awkward amount of time and leaning forward to attempt to annoy with her inappropriate outfit. "Right! First student of note, the one who blew a fucking hole in the building? What if it hit me? Victoria Beckett? Yeah that bitch be needin' training. She's a no. Secon-"

Her ranting interrupted by the soft chime of an approaching being, she rolls her eyes. So that's where Mallory was. Then came three hard knocks and that made her jump. Nobody knocked here. Scrambling off camera and stumbling a few feet as she tried to put on her pants, she snuck to the door to see what it was.

Crouched behind the door, she puts both her hands at the edge of the glass and then peeks over with just her nose showing.

"Who goes th- I mean who is it?" Penny inadvertently channeling her inner troll under a bridge. "You come in here you'll die horribly, skin melting horrible. Not emotionally horrible, because I won't give a fuck.."

 

[Syrenrei]

Imogen Jarsdel
a/k/a "Evermore"
Interactions: Penny Teh Frixz
​

"It is nice to meet you," Imogen intoned. Seeing the nose in the window she raised her box and pushed the large Krispy Kreme logo into sight; it was more tempting than putting her visage there. "Are you hungry? I brought some donuts." Mentally Imogen realized this looked more like bribery than a peace offering. How did one gracefully approach a super that caused death to others by existing? It wasn't a social skill she had mastered so improvisation was called for.

"My name is Imogen Jarsdel, but my alias is Evermore. You should have record of me recently joining staff. I am happy to wait if you wish to confirm I am who I say I am and that my powers make me very unlikely to melt as a result of your radiation." With this she lowered the box so that if Penny were to gaze out her tiny window she could glimpse Imogen and make certain she was not an imposter. Who would try to disguise themselves as Imogen? Her power was mundane and boring and if they could not regenerate they would be walking into a chamber of death.

"I was hoping I could attend the staff meeting from your quarters. I assume you have a video link?" Perhaps mention the staff meeting would also add credulity to her assertion she was staff. It had to be lonely down here away from everyone else. It had to be. Imogen was taking a large leap of faith on the prowess of her powers but it was worth it. Even scientists weren't entirely sure what would kill her. A gamble like this was practically the only sort she could make with her longevity and rapid healing.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Penelope
"Whyyyyyy....?" Penny draws out her question, finger still on the com button before tapping it twice to leave it on. "Hang on to your Goodwill panties, I'll be right back" With that compliment, Penny ducks out of sight .

Imogen can see Penny's usual path of crossing her room, as she clambers over her worn furniture and back onto the conference call camera . Shuffling through her file folders, Penny nonchalantly waves at the camera without looking up. "Don't worry, just gonna probably breach and go like a Russian with his foot on the atomic throttle of an aged power plant."

Finding what she wanted, Penny scrambles back to the door to peek back over and read the file in turn.

"Imogen. Nice name, who were the parents? Imhotep and Sploogen?" She snort chuckles while leafing through. "Oh fuck me, another Regen super. Can I call you Everbore?" Penny looking up to make sure the hit landed before looking at the last of the information she needed. "Yup, Everbore the Lady of Snoresvile. Did you know that there is a girl here with fucking blue fur everywhere and I do mean everywhere. Now that's an interesting power but" she snaps the folder shut. "If You think your cells can handle it, I'm not stopping you. I haven't had a donut in weeks, Larry is pouting or something." Pressing her thumb into the clear square button that lit up green, a corresponding light outside the door flicks on.

"Bring the donuts through the airlock, you've got the control now, Estrogen."