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[QUOTE="Teh Frixz] It's coming down that makes her want to die of embarrassment

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No, no it's not. It's when Danny starts posting 12x8 reprints of his favorite phone wallpapers around the Facility she dies.


Captain Hesperus
 
[QUOTE="Captain Hesperus]12x8

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Sorry, I think you lost something in the TransAtlantic conversion. Surely you mean 24x36 inches.
 
[QUOTE="Captain Hesperus]No, no it's not. It's when Danny starts posting 12x8 reprints of his favorite phone wallpapers around the Facility she dies.
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Pretty sure Denzil would let his classes do "independent study" while he hunted down the idiot that was spreading naked pictures of a fellow student that was unaware/unwilling while said pictures were taken, and unaware/unwilling that such picures were being spread.


Be prepared for endless lectures and severe disappointed face.
 
Late submission for last weeks prompt. Long one. Hope you like it

February 22nd, 2038


AEGIS, QCIC division.


“Comptroller? That new hire over at 108 tripped a flag in the system. Our guy in commonwealth extracted this from their central records building. He said they won't miss it, so take whatever time you need with it...”


The package falls heavily into the inbox. The envelope is practically an antique, a bubble padded mailing envelope colored like urine after a particularly bad bender, with signs of being resealed multiple times. It is covered with big red stamps.Commonwealth Archive Files. Director's Eyes Only. Do Not Duplicate. Blah blah blah.


Right.


The first file is grainy security footage of a laboratory. In the lower left corner the timestamp is 9/9/02 9:03over the logo for CERN. Enhancing software can't do much with the images themselves due to the age of the file and poor data quality of the camera, but it does smart label various key pieces of lab equipment and attaches accordion dossiers to each person passing through the shot via facial recognition and a secure microburst web search. Most of the people are random technicians, but three show up highlighted in red: Karen Kyles, Adam Mallory, and Aaron Mallory.


Karen and Adam are holding Aaron's hands, and she crouches down here and there to point out various points of interest, whereas Adam seems content to be led around the lab without any real aim. A brief scan of the bios indicate it is Aaron's sixth birthday, and that both his parents are presumed deceased on or about 9:07 am of this same day. Fast forwarding a bit reveals a crowd gathering by the bank of monitors on the far wall.


There appears to be much general excitement, followed by some kind of panic. The screen goes dark for a moment and then emergency lighting kicks on. The wall of monitors is warping visibly as one by one the screens shatter and smoke. There is some kind of flashing warning light a little too close to the security camera that saturates the CCD and washes out the picture on and off. One can almost imagine a warning klaxon pulsing along in time with it. Most of the people are stampeding to the exits, but the three red files are staying put. Karen is doing something to a control panel near the monitors while Adam shields his son from the buffeting of the crowd as near to her as they can get. Aaron is reaching out for his mother.


The wall of monitors suddenly gives way, and it is hard not to lose one's balance, even just watching the video. The wall seems almost to 'fall' outward and away from the camera, forcing one to shift perspective, as if out has become down. Karen flips over the waist high instrument panel and barely catches herself by one hand on the near edge. Adam grabs her other hand and holds on, but only barely, bracing his feet under the panel. He has let go of his son, but strangely Aaron seems unaffected by the shift of perspective, running to his mother's side and trying to grab her around the waist. The space beyond the wall is a swirling mass of chaos. Lab notes, brick and mortar, glass and other detritus seem to all be falling toward a small central area of impenetrable darkness at the center of a gaping hole in the building. The upper floors are sagging dangerously, and the whole building appears close to collapse. A hapless figure from one of the lower floors 'falls' up into the darkened area and vanishes from sight. The facial recognition software is unable to retrieve a dossier for him before he is gone, a faceless victim of this 36 year old disaster. The timestamp clicks to 9:06.


For a moment nothing new seems to happen, until almost imperceptibly, dark tendrils begin to spread from the central hub. They are hard to see, uncomfortable in fact to even look at, but they are undeniably there. They look like cracks spreading through a piece of glass, as if the lens of the camera were giving way under the stresses on the building, except they are clearly spreading from the central darkness, in three dimensions, as if they were cracks in reality itself. They spread slowly at first but rapidly home in on the huddled family unit, as if driven there purposefully. Aaron slaps one of them away from him, and it rears back as if injured, but returns more quickly, and with reinforcements. His mother appears to shout something and tries to kick them away from her son, but as she makes contact, she seems to vanish, leaving her husband and son holding empty air. Now Aaron attacks the tendrils in earnest, swinging his tiny fists, beating them back, grabbing them and yanking pieces of them off as if they were made of black cotton candy. His father leans out from his precarious perch, trying to help and then he is gone as well. The little boy, alone now, throws his arms wide, fingers splayed, body shaking. Even in the silent video, the vibrations of his scream are almost palpable. The tendrils of darkness withdraw for a moment, but then begin to close in again. This advance looks different from the previous assault. It is hard to say now whether they are stalking the boy or rather trying to pull back and failing. As they make contact with him, the central area of darkness begins to advance as well. Now the camera lens really does begin to crack and the last frame of the video shows the boy and the darkness suspended in mid air, joined together by a legion of tendrils, drawing gradually closer as the building collapses around them.


The second file is video from an interview room, and this time there is sound. Huddled in a chair on the far side of the metal table is the outline of a small child, but blurred as if the footage were redacted. A quick check of the video inspector tool though, shows it is unmodified. The child is actually blurry. Squinting, one could become convinced that it was the same child from the previous file, but the software can't make the leap, so he does not get the smart-labeling treatment. One of his wrists is chained to the desk, and one ankle to the table leg. The door opens and a commonwealth agent come in and takes a seat, back to the camera. The split second of profile is all the software needs, and the interviewer is instantly labeled Brahn, G. The accordion file however, is redacted. Typical commonwealth paranoia. The comptroller makes a note to hack the file later. The door remains open and there is the sound of something like heavy equipment being maneuvered, but whatever it is doesn't enter the camera frame. The child doesn't seem to notice, remaining huddled and looking toward the back corner of the room over the interviewer's right shoulder. Agent Brahn glances back to his left.


“Are those chains really necessary? He doesn't look belligerent.”


A mechanically modulated voice buzzed, slightly too close to the camera's audio pick up. The identification software gave up no useful information except that the modulation was sophisticated; designed to communicate clearly without allowing for any possibility of identity penetration. Impressive tech for 2002.


“Agent Brahn, there is far more to this 'child' than appears on the surface, more than you can possibly comprehend. I have formally requested that he be immediately remanded to my research program. He needs to be studied, quickly, carefully and then immediately sanctioned. He is more dangerous than the rest of the S classes we know of, combined. He cannot be overestimated. This interview is a waste of time. Give him over to me immediately.”


The agent took off his glasses and put them down on the table, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.


“Sigi, I respect your work, you know I do, but this is a six year old child we're talking about not a mass murderer. There is a moral component to our jobs you know.”


“I am well aware. It is one of the least intelligent aspects of any intelligence organization of which I have ever been a part. The director has given you latitude in this, but you would be wise to accept my counsel. My calculations show he has the potential to destroy the entire inner solar system from mercury to the asteroid belt. You cannot leave him free.”


The mechanoid voice is unreadable, but there is a definite tight control in the agent's answer.


“Thank you Sigi. I will take it under advisement. I would like to proceed with the interview now, if you don't mind.”


The sound of heavy equipment moving returns for a moment and then the door swings shut, cutting it off. The agent leans forward, trying to catch the eye of the child across from him.


“Aaron? Could we talk please? I know this has been a rough week for you, but if I could, I'd like to ask you some questions.”


“The robot man was wrong.”


“Sigismund? Don't mind anything he said, Aaron, he's not in charge here, though I'm sure he thinks he should be. He is wrong about a lot of things, and I won't let him hurt you, I promise.”


“Not that. He's wrong about just the inner solar system. If I don't keep control of the dark thing, it will make me eat the sun. And the...um, acc-scretion disk will evaporate anything within about 10 light years. Mr. Brahn, what's a light year? And an ascretion disk? I don't want to eat the sun. I want my mom and dad back, but the dark thing took them away. Is it going to make me eat the sun?”


“Who told you about light years and accretion disks and eating suns? Was it sig- the robot man? Did he come in here and talk to you without me?”


“No, I have not never seen him before. It was the big giant rabbit behind you. You can't see him.”


The agent reflexively looks up over his right shoulder where the child points, but there is nothing there.


“He says not to worry, that I won't never eat the sun, because he won't let me, and because you will help me get strong enough to fight the dark thing. It is a long time until the fight.”


“Well the rabbit is right about one thing Aaron, I will help you. That is what I am here for: to help you grow up strong and good like your mom and dad would want.”


Aaron nods, accepting this at face value in the way of small children everywhere. He yawns a prodigiously cavernous yawn and climbs up on the interview table, snapping the ankle chain as easily as if it were a strand of cobweb. He tries to curl up on the table, but the handcuff anchor is in his way and he pinches it between thumb and forefinger. There is a brilliant flash of light and it is gone. Agent Brahn jumps back out of his chair in surprise. The chain hangs loosely from his wrist and there is a smoking hole in the table where it was.


“I'm tired Mr. Brahn. I needs a nap now, ok?”


The child curls up on the table and appears to fall asleep instantly. The agent grabs his glasses and glances up at the camera, as if to make sure he is not the only witness to this. Shooting a quick look at the sleeping child and another back at the empty 'giant rabbit' corner, he turns and opens the door. As it closes behind him, his fierce stage whisper can be heard.


“Hey can I get a cot in here? Some blankets and-”


The closing of the door cuts off the sound of his voice like a switch.


The comptroller pauses the video and shakes the remaining contents of the classified mailer out onto the desk. There are easily a thousand pages of documents, held together with a few dozen industrial sized binder clips. The comptroller's hands blur for a split second. There is a rush of air and the papers are back in the mailer again. Minimizing the video and opening a search window, he speaks.


“Secure search on. Stealth search on. Query: Solo mission record reports, collate with solar activity, tectonic movement, and tidal anomalies.” His eyes scan down the list of results scrolling by at a prodigious pace, opening more tabs than will fit on all three monitors and scanning those simultaneously. He closes the window and erases the history.


“Hey, Rae? Pull Joey, Fathiyya, and Batel off of their current targets. This is our new top priority. Decrypt director Swan's personal communications from the last three years, re-encrypt them and send them to me via secure link. Today. Inform Lisa Ramsey she has a new client starting as soon as possible.”
 
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He would be crushed, slowly. He absorbs direct energy that strikes him, so if Tabby stamped on him, he'd absorb the energy, but if she just put her foot over him and let gravity do its thing...


Of course, if she did stamp on him, his response would be to punch a Danny-sized hole through the sole of her foot.


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The out of character topic for the day – why don’t you guys tell me what you’d like to see happen in the roleplay? I’ve been setting things up so that the plot is divided into “episodes” that make a “season”. We’ve talked about a jailbreak episode, a beach episode, and a Valentine’s Day episode. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do in the roleplay, or a particular subplot relating to your character that you’d like to throw out there?


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Something something invasion.


Maybe a group of terrorist/anti-superhuman decided to storm the Facility?


Also, would love it if we could get a chance to put political power knowledge (whatever it's going to be) into the story
 
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[QUOTE="Captain Hesperus]...if she did stamp on him, his response would be to punch a Danny-sized hole through the sole of her foot.
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Punching the hole would probably kill him too, huh?
 
[QUOTE="Captain Hesperus]No, no it's not. It's when Danny starts posting 12x8 reprints of his favorite phone wallpapers around the Facility she dies.
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Yeah, distribution of pornography depicting minors is an awesome idea and won't get you chipped and thrown into the basement at all, Danny.
 
Aww, Danny is all bluster. Read the backstory. He'd never do that. He'll come around.
 
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Yeah, distribution of pornography depicting minors is an awesome idea and won't get you chipped and thrown into the basement at all, Danny.
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Eh, it's hardly like I forced her to take her clothes off, grow huge and wander around Maryland Zoo. If that's the case, then there's gonna be a lot of others arrested for creating indecent images of a minor...


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Regarding the OOC prompt, my mental vision for Hannah is for her to slowly develop her bravery and start finding a sense of safety and empowerment in screwing terrible people over with her spidey powers. As for any actual episodes, I demand truth or dare, somehow, somewhere.
 
For Viola, I'd like to see more more overlap with the Commonwealth organisation in the future, give her a chance to find out the fate of her father, and to delve further down the path to becoming a horribly antiheroic vigilante.


Fooor Jason, I donno actually, a chance to show the work that he most certainly is still an important super? That he's not old and useless? I actually think he'll get that chance with the current Angel with a Shotgun events to be honest!
 
[QUOTE="too much idea]Something something invasion.
Maybe a group of terrorist/anti-superhuman decided to storm the Facility?

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This. I like this. All the more reason for people to join Michael's magneto-like group.
 
For her character development, Mitch needs to stop being so hestitant about her life. So maybe a life and death situation that will push her into making an actual life changing decision- in which she cannot run or let anyone else make the decision for her. She used to be following the flow, now she got the power to change the flow of the river. In the face of great danger, will she surrender? Or will she fight? And for reason she would fight?
 
For Denzil, a way to actually see the good he's doing having an actual impact, maybe? He wants to help people grow, but being a teacher often doesn't give that follow up that it has had actual impact on someone, but I don't know how to make that into RP plot. He'll also benefit from being less passive, I think.


For Luci, he needs to realize that, despite the bad first impressions, people in power aren't always needlessly cruel, that they can be trusted not just because they have power, and thus have earned that and with it trust, but also that they can be trusted as a person. That looking up to someone, caring about someone, doesn't mean condoning their every action. That letting go of the rules is for the best sometimes, that sometimes breaking the rules is really the only good thing to do. He has a lot of growing to do, that's for sure.


Also, I like the idea of a truth or dare, two truths one lie, that kinda thing.


Maybe there is a change of contamination of some disease in the Facility and everyone needs to go into quarantine, without outside contact? That should give some interesting situations...
 
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