Guardians -Welcome to the Wild Wild West

[Keia]

Brandon Laine (Phoenix) 4/4 0/S 0/L Armor +8

Brandon smiled about the booze reference and mentally checked to see if he was of age, ‘Yup, 21 . . . almost 22 . . . should be auditioning for NFL teams, not for a super team . . . but hey, gotta run the play they call.’

Brandon didn’t know or remember any of the other members of his team. He thought he should remember Lucy from something . . . but it wasn’t coming to mind. Everyone seemed pretty cool though.

Travis suits up and looks over the equipment he has available. "So tell me? Any o you boys been in a fight before?" he says to the men as they suit up.

“A couple,” Brandon replied, putting on his suit. “How about you?” To those looking, his armor covered most of his torso and back, down his right arm and down the right side of his pelvis to his right leg to the knee. It was a thin metal, and was flexible . . . moving with his chest when he breathed. He hung up his red and gold for black and silver . . . “Raiders we are not, but pretty cool looking.”

Brandon looked around for a visor as he put his glasses in his looker. He hated not wearing anything covering his eyes. It made people uncomfortable to talk with him if he didn’t.

 

[Gideon]

Boy's Locker Room

Over at his locker, Steve lets out a curse "Razza-frazza military. Hey...um...Travis. Could you get my uniform for me?" He gives a weak little grin over at Travis more than a little red in the face.

With only a quick glance over at Brandon "Why would we want to be the Raiders? They suck! USC could beat them silly. Well, if they still have a program next year."

Girl's Locker Room
"If the pigs come for us, you could always just smile. I hear that works good." Sandra chirps at you from behind her shirt which is half off and covering her head. After getting her shirt off and her body suit up and around she gives a wicked little smile, a smile that seems to have misplaced itself on her innocent face. Looking over at Linda "Can you hook me up with Kyle Joshnson, is he as cool as he looks on TV?"

Lindsey just gives a little giggle at the banter as she quickly zips up her body suit.

 

[Synchronicity]

Lightspeed, 4/4, 0S/0L

Chris watches the rest of the team as they finish introducing themselves. Linda's entirely warrented skepticism about his abilities gets another shrug and a smile. The only thing that seems to put him off at all is Lindsey's greeting, the sensation of her telepathic voice causing him to jerk slightly in surprise. As they all head to the changing rooms, Chris ambles along quietly. 'These people are pretty cool. Looks like we're going to get along just fine.'

Chris enters the men's room and changes his clothes quickly, but without any superhuman speed. He glances over at Travis as the man asks his question, and offers another easy shrug. "Not really. Still, I'm...kind of looking forward to all of this. Never been a superhero before." The boyish grin he flashes is very infectious. Looking down at his new clothes, Chris stretches, bends and hops up and down a few times, getting accustomed to wearing the odd uniform. "Not bad. I wonder what these are made of?" 'And I wonder how the girls look in them?'

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Tornado

"Heh. Not as much as I would like. Our training should take care of the rest." Travis replies. "I just mainly use the powers to keep people safe."
A small whirlwind kicks up and the Leprichaun's costume floats down off it's peg. Travis is sweating a bit from the exertion. "thar ya go. I'll have them make the pegs lower."

 

[Keia]

Brandon Laine (Phoenix) 4/4 0/S 0/L Armor +8

Boy's Locker Room

With only a quick glance over at Brandon "Why would we want to be the Raiders? They suck! USC could beat them silly. Well, if they still have a program next year."

“Yeah, true,” Brandon replied with a sigh. “But they had a high pick this year . . . and they needed a wide-out.”

Brandon finished putting his uniform on, stretching and trying to make certain everything is where it is supposed to be.

Looking down at his new clothes, Chris stretches, bends and hops up and down a few times, getting accustomed to wearing the odd uniform. "Not bad. I wonder what these are made of?"

“No idea,” Brandon replied, looking at the material with a chemist’s eye. “Wonder if they’re keyed to our powers or not . . . doubtful.”

 

[Gideon]

Boy's Locker Room:

"thar ya go. I'll have them make the pegs lower."

"Thanks. No worries, I'll let 'em know." Steve finishes tying up his black combat boots and finishes up at his locker. "You played reciever? I used to be a tail back before I shrunk. Fell asleep in the bath tub after a game...woke up and was half my height and drowning. Don't try that at home."

 

[Synchronicity]

Lightspeed, 4/4, 0S/0L

“No idea,” Brandon replied, looking at the material with a chemist’s eye. “Wonder if they’re keyed to our powers or not . . . doubtful.”

Chris scrutinises the material a little more closely, testing its elasticity. "Hmm. Possibly some kind of unstable long-chain polymer. I've heard that various groups have had some luck engineering such things at the molecular level - it's supposed to make them more resilient to damage and yet more flexible than standard clothing. Perfect for metahumans."* His casual familiarity with fairly advanced science certainly adds a new dimension to the strange set of contradictions that is Lightspeed. Chris pauses for a second, and then grins. "Of course, while I can recognise it under laboratory conditions, out here in the field I haven't got a clue. These could be made of something utterly normal. I don't know if they're giving us the fun toys to play with yet. On the upside, you know what they say about girls and men in uniform." His eyes twinkle a little at that, and he begins heading for the door, leaning up against the wall next to it as the remaining men finish getting changed. "Everyone ready for a little workout? I don't know about you, but I've got a heck of a lot of energy to burn off."

*OOC: Please gloss over my godawful pseudo-science....it makes sense to a trained chemist in a futuristic world inhabited by metahumans! Honest!

 

[tyrlaan]

Carbon, 4/4, 0S/0L, 0

"Uh sure, I've been in some fights. How good I do depends on who I copy?"

Kevin laughs at his own "joke," but quickly quiets when no one else chuckles.

"Hey, um, do you think this suit will change with me?"

Once he's done putting it on, Kevin postures in a heroic stance, a big grin streaking across his face. "Hey, we're all one big super-team!"

 

[Super Girl]

Girl's Locker Room
"If the pigs come for us, you could always just smile. I hear that works good." Sandra chirps at you from behind her shirt which is half off and covering her head. After getting her shirt off and her body suit up and around she gives a wicked little smile, a smile that seems to have misplaced itself on her innocent face. Looking over at Linda "Can you hook me up with Kyle Joshnson, is he as cool as he looks on TV?"

Lindsey just gives a little giggle at the banter as she quickly zips up her body suit.

The coloration and the style of the uniforms was certainly not up to Lucy's standards, then again the whole matching uniform thing was really hokey too, individual uniforms, that was the ticket. The tightness of the body suits did at least flatter Lucy's ahletic form very nicely, and she could definitely work with it...if she were given permision to individualize it it could be made a lot better, not that i'd want to show up to an award show or something in it, she thought to herself.

"I think so long as we don't all have to match like were the bobsey twins or something and we can personalize the colors they could be ok, I mean, with our bodies, we make these look good. We'll have the boys sitting up and doing tricks for us in no time." the starlet says with a wink to show she isn't exactly serious. These girls are going to be kind of like family or something, at least thats whats suppoused to happen I guess. I should make sure we all get off on the right foot, she thinks. Lucy launches into some small talk to get to know the other girls and make friends, asking about favorite bands, favorite movies, where people are from, and thing like that, doing her best to get to know everyone better as they finish getting dressed.

OOC: Diplomacy check, taking 10, +25 total

 

[Calinon]

"I think I can deal with a few horny fans, but thanks for the offer Linda."

"You've... never been on a military base before, have you. I had to take a few shots at the base dogs to shut them up, and a few more to keep them off me."

Once in the locker room, Linda finds her locker and hangs her hat inside, sitting down to pull off her boots. "Aw crud; spandex," she says with a shake of her head at the body suit. "These better be the test outfits, 'cause there aint no way I'm being seen in public in that thing," she laughs, staring at the body suit disdainfully.

"Can you hook me up with Kyle Joshnson, is he as cool as he looks on TV?"

"I wouldn't know, sis," Linda replies with her ever present smile. "Thunder aint no relation of mine, and that's fine by me. His family sucks! Hey, you aint got no idea how often I get asked that type of question. And besides that, he's old! Now Titan... there's someone I could get into corralin'."

As she is folding her clothes and piling them inside the locker, she looks over at Lindsay. "So hey, can you just do the talkin' thing, or d'ya have the full blown mind witch mojo going on there? Make the ornery bad guys think they're twelve year old girls and whatnot," she says with a grin as she tugs on the bodysuit. "Having someone who can brain blast someone or read their mind sure'd save a lot of injuries," she says honestly. "Damn!" she exclaims with a laugh. "If this was a guy, I'd have to knock his teeth out. I aint been grabbed this way since prom night. And it's like wearing a bloody sports bra," she complains, tugging at the chest fabric to get it adjusted right.

We'll have the boys sitting up and doing tricks for us in no time.

"I'd betcha their first trick will be tryin' to figure out what to stuff down their pants to make it look like they're part horse," she laughs. "Though being men, they are probably sidetracked thinkin' what we'll look like. Look down, look away and snicker, right?" she quips.