Project: Daedalus (Issue #2)

[Mimic]

Miguel
"Yeah, it's okay," Lynn replies. "The cold's not a big deal, you get used to it." She spots what he's holding in his hands and says with a smile, "So you always carry a deck of cards around with you?"

"I dont' know, my blood starts to get sluggish when it gets close to 32 degrees*, any lower and you would be looking at a Miguel-cicle." he says with a laugh.

"Cards? What? Oh these cards," understanding replaces the look of confusion on his face as he raises his hand that is holding the deck of cards."The cards help keep my fingers and hands nimble." Miguel puts the cigarette between his lips and starts to shuffle the deck of cards. "Think of it as exercise routine for the hands and fingers. Plus it's great at parties. Here let me show you."

Miguel will go through his card routine again, adding in some flair to try and impress the woman. (sleight/hand +8)

*Assuming that the United States is still using the Fahrenheit system

 

[Calinon]

Tyrone walks around outside a bit with Jessica before finally ending up back near the front doors of the hospital. "Yo, Miguel, we're leaving shortly. Angel says we gots to get upstairs pdq."

"Hmm," Tyrone ponders a moment, looking at Jessica. "Ever fly?" he asks as he lifts a foot off the ground and extends his powers over her. "Lets go in the fourth floor open air lounge," he says, remembering the map inside the front of the hospital and pulling her up a bit with him.

"See you upstairs soon, Miguel," he says as he rises up with Jessica.

OOC: Spend hero point to counter fatigue from extra effort.

 

[Elementor]

"Thank you, Kiro, but I don't need anyone standing up for me, I'm a big girl. And I already told you, I didn't know what I was getting into, and by the time I did, it was too late to do anything about it," Jaya says.

"What do you mean? You could have blown the whistle on these guys form the get-go," Jersey Devil replies.

"Someone tried," Jaya says. "His name was Martin. When we found out what we were doing, some of us obviously had reservations. Martin was pretty vocal about it. But not for very long. Even though we were all tied into our contracts, Martin just disappeared. We never found out what happened to him. If we ever talked about it, we would say he was 'fired', but we tried not to talk about it much, because most of us figured otherwise."

"So, you're saying he was killed?" Screaming Eagle asked.

"What, you think they were just going to let him go when he was going to let it be known what was going on? Everyone did their job from then on, whether they liked it or not," Jaya replied. "And I didn't like it, but, for whatever it's worth, I still did my best to make you as comfortable as I could.

"The privacy screens you received soon after you were brought in were my idea, to allow you some privacy in your cells. The drug Dr. MacDermott first used to sedate you lasted long, but left you nauseous and puking for hours afterword, if you'll recall. I talked him into using something that was less strong, but only left you with a slight headache."

Max only sneers. "And I suppose you believe you should receive a medal for that?"

Jaya's responses begin to become more animated. "No, of course not! I'm just saying that I never enjoyed or even endorsed what was being done to you, ever," she says lying back, looking frustrated. "If you need someone close at hand to blame for what happened to you, then I guess anthing I say will just be dismissed outright anyway. But this isn't my fault."

Aaron looks around the room at all the angry faces before climbing out of bed and limping to Jaya's bedside, "I don't blame you. Thank you for saving us Doctor." Aaron leans over and hugs Jaya.

 

[Agamon]

Miguel & Tyrone
"Hey, you're pretty good at that," Lynn says, watching Miguel perform his card tricks. "You, like, some kind of Vegas dealer or something?"

"Too bad you're leaving already," Jessica says to Tyrone as they walk. "Things aren't usually this interesting around here." She gives him a funny look at the flying question, and gives out a bit of a squeal as she begins to rise in the air. A look of shock is replaced by a big grin. "This is awesome!" she excalims as they rise up the side of the building.

Lynn watches as Tyrone and Jessica rise in the air. "All your friends elites?" she asks Miguel. "Hey, you're probably one, too..."

At that point, a van pulls up near the hospital entrance, the logo of a local TV station on the side. A reporter and cameraman emerge, spot Tyrone and Jessica, and begin to make their way for the lobby entrance.

Aaron, Sarah, Kiro
The anger drains from Jaya's face as Aaron hugs her. "Thanks, kiddo," she manages to say with a crooked smile and sniffling.

 

[Master_Pugs]

Kiro returns to his seat and sighs... he continues to listen in on the conversation about him but remains lost in his head. "I didn't think you needed the help Jaya, I just hate to see people ganged up on... why can't anyone see that they so naturally take sides... with the best talker, the strongest, the most likely to achieve are always supported. Why can't they see that the most charismatic or toughest are not necassarily the most right. Humanity is so horribly weak in perception... always clouding it with emotion..." Kiro chews his lips slightly as he converses with himself silently.

 

[Mimic]

Miguel & Tyrone
"Hey, you're pretty good at that," Lynn says, watching Miguel perform his card tricks. "You, like, some kind of Vegas dealer or something?"

"Yea, something like that. More of a hobby now then anything. Old habits die hard as they say."

"Too bad you're leaving already," Jessica says to Tyrone as they walk. "Things aren't usually this interesting around here." She gives him a funny look at the flying question, and gives out a bit of a squeal as she begins to rise in the air. A look of shock is replaced by a big grin. "This is awesome!" she excalims as they rise up the side of the building.

"Always got to put on a show, don't you?" Miguel thinks to himself as he watches the two people raise up the side of the building.

Lynn watches as Tyrone and Jessica rise in the air. "All your friends elites?" she asks Miguel. "Hey, you're probably one, too..."

At that point, a van pulls up near the hospital entrance, the logo of a local TV station on the side. A reporter and cameraman emerge, spot Tyrone and Jessica, and begin to make their way for the lobby entrance.

"Oh, oh." Miguel mutters to himself as he turns to make sure his back is towards the news crew.

"Unless your an elite the answer to your first question is no, and would it make a difference if I was?" Miguel waits for the news crew to enter the hospital building before he puts out his smoke and starts to follow them.

"Thanks for cigs Lynn, it was really nice meeting you. I hope your son is going to be ok. If we ever cross paths again I'll buy you a cup of coffee and explain everything. Just remember don't believe everything you see on tv."

Once Miguel enters the hospital he will walk past the news crew (OOC: I would have to assume they would be at the front desk trying to find out where we were.) trying not to get their attention and head straight to the ICU room. If he is spotted or otherwise pointed out, he will lead them on a wild goose chase and once he loses them will head to the ICU room.

"There is a news crew down in the lobby, they spotted Tyrone flying up the side of the building. I figure we got about a half hour before this hospital is under seige, so if we are leaving we better do it quick."

 

[Calinon]

OOC: Behold, the joy of punchy editing.

Later, which could be as soon as instantly but may be as long as half an hour after Miguel gets upstairs, Tyrone wanders in with Jessica, having said the majority of the goodbye bits to her. He makes sure to look around and take full stock of the situation before saying a word, having come in just at the right, or possibly wrong, time.

OOC: I feel oddly better.

 

[Agamon]

"Okay, see you around," Lynn says with a smile as Miguel leaves. "I'll hold you up to that." He sneaks past the news crew and gets upstairs.

OOC:They failed their Spot check against your Bluff check of 16.

Hearing Miguel's warning, Jersey Devil jumps up with a look of shock on his face. "Oh my God, no, not the media!!" he says, a wide grin growing on his face.

Screaming Eagle re-enters the room, nurses with wheelchairs follow her in. "Better we deal with the media now rather than have them chase us down in Dallas. They're a tenacious bunch, but harmless, don't worry," she says. Each of the bed-ridden patients is offered a wheelchair to transported outside. Neutron, his leg broken, is helped into his.

 

[Mimic]

Hearing Miguel's warning, Jersey Devil jumps up with a look of shock on his face. "Oh my God, no, not the media!!" she says, a wide grin growing on his face.

"Let them accuse you of being a terrorist for awhile and then lets see how thrilled you are to see them." He says giving him a snide look.

Screaming Eagle re-enters the room, nurses with wheelchairs follow her in. "Better we deal with the media now rather than have them chase us done in Dallas. They're a tenacious bunch, buy harmless, don't worry," she says. Each of the bed-ridden patients are offered a wheelchair to transported outside. Neutron, his leg broken, is helped into his.

"If were going to do this then lets do it and get it over with." Miguel says as he walks out of the room.

 

[Deva]

Screaming Eagle re-enters the room, nurses with wheelchairs follow her in. "Better we deal with the media now rather than have them chase us done in Dallas. They're a tenacious bunch, buy harmless, don't worry," she says. Each of the bed-ridden patients are offered a wheelchair to transported outside. Neutron, his leg broken, is helped into his.

Sarah pulls back the flimsy curtain she had used to change behind, doing up the last few buttons of the shirt Tyrone had got for her. " Hold it a sec... Dallas?" She rus her fingers through her tangled hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. " No one mentioned anything about being shipped off to Dallas. Oh wait, let me guess, I'm not going to have much choice in the matter am I. Bloody story of my life lately..."

With a sigh she lets one of the nurses help her lower herself into the wheelchair, resigning to the fact she wouldn't be going home any time soon.