Mental Bloc - IC


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"Well, gonna ship us off the the funny farm..." Lex jokes again. "Seriously though, sounds interesting. Who are the other two that are already there?" he asks Oblamov.
 



Ash looks at the others, then at Oblomov. Seeming to be weighing her options. She hated to admit it, but there weren't many. She was basically out of cash and had to get out of town. Her meal ticket had bolted.

"Throw in some fast food on the way there, your treat, and you have a deal," she decides.
 

A month goes by. By the end of it, each of you are feeling more comfortable in the same place than you have on a long time. Oblomov's farmhouse is an old ramshackle home amid fields of waving corn. Each of you take turns doing some of the chores with the others living there, when the mental strain of training is too much. But despite that hardship, you all have learned a great deal about yourselves in this period. Each of you have discovered powers and reserves of strength you never dreamed you had.

When he is present, Oblomov directs your training, while Karl and Sherene deal with the ins and outs of running the farm. Karl is German, although he never reveals from which half. Sherene is the quieter of the two, definitely of Middle Eastern extraction. Neither of the two use any powers in your presence.

The other two occupants are nine-year-old twins, Daniel and Isabel Oquendo. according to Karl, they are the children of illegal immigrants from Central America - although they can pass for completely typical American kids. After a week, all of you learn not to play games of any sort against them. While they do not manifest any powers, they share some sort of rapport that allows them near-complete but silent communication. Despite your strenuous routines, they make any hardship you feel a little more bearable.

Finally one day, Oblomov returns from his trip into the city with a large stack of blueprints. "With Civil Engineering permits and specs, you don't need to be psychic," he announces, dropping the load onto the large, square-cut table in the kitchen. "GUNΦT is on the eighth floor."

If you have any general questions before we start planning the assault, now's the time.
 

Rubbing his sore shoulder from working hard out in the field, Lex walks in on Oblamov's announcement. His eyes light up and he exclaims "We're gonna take the fight to them!? Sweet! Better than the X-Men even. Xavier would never let them go out and take down the bad guys proactively. Now if only my eyeball melting power would kick in, I'd give those goons from last month a sight they'd never forget...their last!"

Lex pulls up a chair and starts looking through the maps and charts to see what's what...
 

"Much as I hate to copy someone else's lines, I've gotta ask it anyway," says Reed, pulling up his chair before continuing. "We're going to need guns...er, lots of guns. In all seriousness, how is the weapon thing going to work. I love my revolver, but there are a few problems. I can't silence it for one thing. I assume if GUNΦT shares a building with other people, stealth will be important."
 


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