Tyroc
“Great. I know I said last week that it’d be a while before the team is formed, but due to the events of the past week, it’s getting pushed ahead. You’re to report to Freedom Plaza tomorrow morning at 9:00. Both of our teams will be sharing headquarters until yours is finished being built,” Eagle says.
“As for Miguel,” she says, clearing her throat, “I called him, just after I first called you. He answered the phone, thinking it was a good idea to be funny. I wasn’t impressed, so I thought I’d prove a point that sometimes you need to be serious and not joke around all the time. It…backfired. I told him he didn’t make the team and was being deported. I was going to tell him I wasn’t serious, but he didn’t give me a chance. He told me what he thought of that and hung up before I could get a word in, and now his phone is turned off.
“And you don’t need to say it, I know that was a bad decision. But that doesn’t matter now, I’m more concerned with where he is and what he’s doing. I told him he was to report to a police station where he was to be held until deportation, and I just finished speaking with NYPD to keep an eye out at the precincts for him, but I doubt he listened to me in that regard. If you see him, explain what happened and tell him to call me, the phone will be able to recall my number.”
Sarah
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Tyler says. “Jensen has another class, we can go to the office.” He sees Nikki. “Morning, Nikki.”
“Morning,” she replies with a smile.
He leads you back to the offices and into Jensen’s office closing the door behind him. “So, what’s so important you came all the way down here to see me? Is everything okay?” He gets a concerned look on his face. “You didn’t get your job back, did you?”
Misha
Jennifer arches her eyebrow suspiciously. “So is there actually ‘an old friend’ or is this your way getting me to go out on a date with you?” She smiles, “I’m only kidding. I need to be careful doing that, people aren’t used it, it seems. I look forward to seeing you again, Misha. See you tonight.”
Blizzard
“You won’t be signing anything today. We want you to know what your getting into, who you’ll be teaming with, where you’ll live, and so forth, before we have you sign any contracts.” Walsh grabs a packet from his desk and offers it to you. “I will give you this, however, a first-class ticket to New York City. The areodyne leaves tonight, we’ve arranged for accommodations for tonight in New York. You are to be at Freedom Plaza tomorrow at 9:00 AM sharp.”
He stands once more, offering his hand. “I’m sure you have much to do today, I’ll let you go to do it. Good luck, Miss Laroux.”
Mimic
“It’s a deal,” Alita says. “I’m sure I can behave myself around Tyrone’s mom,” she adds with a grin.
At your suggestion, her eyes grow wide, as does her smile. You both make a dash for the turnstile. You clear that, hearing a couple people yelling behind you and slide into the train just as the doors are slipping closed. As the train pulls away, you spot the two subway workers that chased after you. They don’t seem to see either of you through the windows as the train pulls away.
“Wow, this is laying low?” Alita says with a giggle.
Lupa
“I’m sure they don’t want you to be naked on the news, either. But I don’t know of any material that stretches quite that much. We caught a glimpse of you moving the car. No offense, but you are absolutely huge in that form,” Dunn says.
“And didn’t you say you change into a wolf, too?” Daniels adds. “Something like that would probably hard for you to change into that form. My advice would be to stay in your wolf-girl form for the news cameras, and change back when you have your privacy.”
Elementor
“Okay, I’ll try to contact her,” Winters says. “I’m sure you’ll probably have a better chance of getting a hold of your Tyrone than I will. I don’t have his contact information with me.”
You think maybe you could swing him another email or IM if he’s online right now, or maybe give him a call, he gave you his number.
Shimmering Samurai
OOC: Correct me if I’m wrong, but that song doesn’t sound Japanese…
“Here we are,” Order says.
“Thanks for the ride, Svetlana,” Kensei says, leaning over to give the blonde elite a kiss. “See you in a few days.”
“Thank you for lunch. See you. Good luck, Kiro,” she says to you, as you and Kensei get out of the car in front of the terminal.
“Screaming Eagle already purchased your ticket, you just need to pick it up.” He takes out a wallet, removing some money and handing it to you. “Here, get your ticket and then get yourself some food, you look pretty hungry. My flight boards in 20 minutes, so I’ll leave you to it.” He bows slightly and offers his hand. “I’m glad to have met you, Kiro. And we will meet again, soon. Good luck in America.”