[Gage] >>>>>SIM START<<<<<

[Gage] LOCATION> 48th Street HOLIDAY INN, New York City. 7:00 pm.

[Gage] SCENE> The group who fought the Mimic has come with Hazard and gotten a room, and is awaiting the arrival of the others. Gage has asked that Talon stay with X-Factor until he has contacted Mr. Smith about the downtown brawl earlier today. Those who stayed at the mansion are on their way to the hotel on the subway train.

<Myriad> ::sitting on the couch, forlornly staring at the tv::

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<Talon> ::finds a seat and sits down::

<Cryz> ::flips through the booklet listing all the PPV features you can order:: Who's paying for the room?

<Hazard> ::sits on the floor with his back against the couch, holding the remote and flipping through the channels:; I was.. but since all of you are here, we're splitting it.

<Click> ::stands up, near the front door::

<Talon> not me, im broke, was tryin to get my last pay check but got interupted

[Gage] ::hangs up the phone:: I imagine Smith knows about the brawl 'cause we don't have the cops crawling down our backs, but he isn't answering his line...

[Gage] ::walks over to Talon:: So you don't know who the feather guy was?

<Talon> not a clue

<Talon> i figured you guys would know

<Cryz> Nothing good on payperview... well, nothing that everybody'd want to watch ::tosses the booklet to Haz::

[Gage] ::bites his lip in perponderance:: Well, you were a good help back there. Thanks.

<Dragon> ::sitting on the subway, glances out the window, finding very little to look at::

<Talon> no problem

<Myriad> there's nothing with blood?

[Gage] ACTION> AS CRYZ FLIPS THROUGH THE CHANNELS ON THE HOTEL TV, A NEWS PROGRAM SHOWS SCENES OF THE FIGHT TAKEN FROM A HOME VIDEO CAMERA.

<Talon> protecting people is my job, er was my job

<Talon> ::looks over to tv::

[Gage] Used to be a police of- ::stops and looks at the TV::

<Hazard> ::stays on the news broadcast:: Hey, lookie here..

<Myriad> ::scowls at the tv::

<Click> ::blinks then streches his head over in view of the television and looks::

[Gage] <AnchorWoman> Look out Avengers, there's a new team in town. This footage was taken earlier today by a local film student at Empire State.

<Cryz> ::looks at the tv:: Wonder if they got my goodside... I'm a celebrity now, I've gotta maintain a good image.

[Gage] <AnchorWoman> The man with wings has yet to be identified, but those fighting the winged man have been identified by some to be the same group of heroes that rescued the President from a cyborg attacker earlier this month.

<Hazard> We need a better publicist for X-Factor. FBI trying to keep us top secret or something?

[Gage] ACTION> ON THE SUBWAY TRAIN, A FILTHY OLD MAN WITH AN OLD LEATHER BAG STARES DRAGON.

<Talon> ((great, now the whole department will know it wasnt just gossip))

[Gage] <AnchorWoman> Citizens have reported that they may be mutants, but federal employees have refused to comment on the super-powered beings. Whoever they are, they reportedly scared away the winged man who was attempting a bank robbery. Channel 7 news will keep you updated on this new team of heroes.

<Dragon> ::glances at the old guy, crossing her legs and looking away again:: ((Geez... I should have taken a taxi..))

<Myriad> ::hopes they didn't get any pictures of her..::

<Hazard> Oh great.. so we're going to be hounded by reporters now?

[Gage] <Old Man> ::walks over to Dragon:: I know you...I do.

<Click> ::pulls his head back to right proportions and leans back against the wall::

[Gage] ::sighs:: I hope Smith ain't mad. We'll, look at it this way, at least they think we're good guys and not terrorists or something...

<Dragon> ...::weirded out look:: I'm sorry? ::low-level psi-scans the guy, trying to recollect him::

<Talon> soo....who are you guys

[Gage] <ACTION> DRAGON SENSE NOTHING WEIRD BESIDES AN ACCOUNTACE OF PERSONALITY DISORDER THE MAN HAS.

[Gage] <Old Man> You saved him...HIM!!!!!!!! Him who made me like this! ::spittles on Dragon as he speaks, other passengers looking over at him::

<Dragon> ((oh, great...)) ::flattens herself back against the wall a little, discretely wiping her face:: Uh... I think you have me mistaken for someone else..

<Hazard> ::tosses the remote behind him and onto the couch:; Yeah.. Well now that I think of it, I'm not looking forward to everyone finding out who we really are.

[Gage] Well, they don't know who we really are. Yet, anyways. :;sighs and sits down trying to call Smith again::

<Cryz> ::makes a slight face:: They're going to be digging up our pasts now, aren't they? ((Great... let's just hope they don't find out about Katrina...)) ::sighs to himself, shaking his head::

<Hazard> Enjoy the fandom now.. heh, once they find out we're mutants working for the government.. Flatscans will hate us for being mutants.. Mutants will hate us for being government sellouts.. And.. I'm sure there will be some other group out there to hate us as well.

<Click> possibly the bad guys?

<Myriad> ::still glaring at the tv::

[Gage] <Old Man> Oh no...THE PRESIDENT...he made me lose my job! Now look at me! But you...in your spandex heroism! Pffft! All cushy... ::opens his bag and tosses a bunch of empty soda-cans on Dragon:: Thats what you get for saving the President!

<Talon> wait...you guys work for the government?

<Hazard> Yeah, we do.. And now we have to kill you.

[Gage] ::looks at Hazard:: Don't call them flatscans. You sound like Magneto...::lies on his back on the bed:: They're...people. We're people...right?

<Dragon> ... ::narrows her eyes a little:: ((Ok... time for him to shut up...)) ::psi-probes the guy's mind, attempting to calm him down and preferably shut him up::

<Talon> ::looks over to haz:: o really.....

[Gage] ::tunrs his head towards Talon:: Yeah. Don't worry. As soon as I can get ahold of my boss, you can get away from us.

<Myriad> ::without looking from the tv:: ..i want his liver.

<Hazard> ::glances back at Gage:: What would you like me to call them? Humans? Last I checked I was a human too so that don't cut it. Normals? A lot of them are way too weird for that. Flatscans makes sense to me.

<Click> possibly call them non-mutants?

<Cryz> ::looks from Talon to Haz then to Myriad:: ...oh sanity, where art though?

<Myriad> ::dryly:: not here.

[Gage] So don't call them anything! ::calms down::

<Talon> wait...you guys get paid right?

<Click> then how would one address them?

[Gage] ACTION> DRAGON SUCCEEDS IN MAKING THE MAN SHUT UP. THE PEOPLE ON THE SUBWAY TRAIN CLAP FOR HER.

<Hazard> Fine! It's just mutants and those other guys in this world!

<Dragon> ::brushes pop cans off her seat and looks out the window again, tense:: ((hopefully people weren't listening too carefully..))

<Myriad> ..and you're arguing about this.. why?

[Gage] Fine...lets just chill out. ((God, I sound like that nut....whats his name? Xavier...)) ::yawns slightly::

<Cryz> Because it beats staring at the tv when it's not on anymore, I'd imagine.

<Myriad> ::crosses her arms::

<Click> ((and i have to go back to thinking)) {{why im here.}} ((maybe i should go find my family))

[Gage] <YoungMan> Y'know...you do sorta look like one of them people that saved the President. ::smiles::

[Gage] ACTION> THE TRAIN STOPS AT 48th STREET.

<Talon> ::looks over to gage:: you guys get paid right?

[Gage] ::looks at Click:: Is that you? What is that?

<Cryz> ::rubs his forehead, closing his eyes:: Can you please NOT do that? ::opens his eyes and looks at Click::

<Click> ::looks back:: is what me?

[Gage] ::looks at Talon:: Yeah. Why?

<Dragon> What a coincidence. I never knew I had a celebrity lookalike. ::polite smile::

<Click> oh.. sorry, i cannot help it

<Myriad> ::mutters something::

<Hazard> ::accidently rips the ppv bookley in half, wincing:: Somebody.. make him stop that..

<Talon> well, im a little tight for cash right now, and if there are any openings i could use the cash

[Gage] ::rubs his eyes:: Ugh...it's...okay. ::forced smile, then looks at Talon:: Openings? Heh heh. ::looks around:: You want to join...us?

<Dragon> ::stands up, shouldering her bag, and steps off the subway::

<Talon> well, yeah, dont know of anywhere else i could find a job

[Gage] ACTION> DRAGON CAN HEAR A CLAMORING OF PEOPLE ON THE STREET ABOVE.

<Dragon> ::heads up to the street, glancing around::

[Gage] ::laughs loudly:: Ha! ::takes a deep breathe:: Well, we're not really employed right now, but we should be...soon. I'm not gonna stop you from following us around until we do get rehired, though.

<Click> ::goes back to being quiet, thinking as little as possible as he sits down::

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[Gage] ACTION> DRAGON (and Eve, and BS, and Rhythm) HAS ARRIVED TO FIND THAT OUTSIDE OF THE HOTEL, SEVERAL NEWS VANS, REPORTERS, AND MEDIA PEOPLE HAVE GATHERED. THEY CAN BE HEARD FROM INSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM.

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<Myriad> ::stops glaring at the tv and glances at the window:: ..what the hell?

*** Mode change [+o Talon] on channel #x-factor by Cryz

*** Mode change [+o Talon] on channel #x-factor by Gage

<Dragon> ::rolls her eyes and sighs:: ((this should be fun...)) ::starts through the crowd, keeping her head lowered, walking swiftly::

<Talon> ::looks behind out the window::

<Talon> <<behind him*>>

[Gage] <New Reporter> Hey! It's one of them! Miss, miss! Any comment on the battle for the Presidebt's life? ::holds a microphone up to her::

<Cryz> <<what floor are we on?>>

[Gage] <<uh...5th. and that new reporter was talking to Dragon>>

<Myriad> ::stands and walks over to the window::

<Click> ::streches his head over everone and looks out the window:: what a crowd

<Hazard> Great.. here they are. ::stands up and starts walking for a bedroom:: Hey, if you ever get ahold of Smithy, let me know cuz there's something I want to ask him.

[Gage] ACTION> CAMERA'S START FLASHING AND PEOPLE BEGIN CROWDING AROUND DRAGON, YELLING.

<Myriad> ::angrily:: we'll have to go underground to get away from all this..

[Gage] ::nods at Hazard:: Sure. ::sighs, without even looking out the window::

<Cryz> ::eyes Click:: ((he's probably going to end up infecting everybody without even realizing it..))

<Myriad> ::sits back on the couch, cussing under her breath::

<Dragon> ::shields her face with one arm, pushing through the crowd:: No comment...

<Hazard> :;walks into the room and falling on his back onto a bed, groaning slightly:: ((Head still pounding more than usual from that damn guy at the bank..))

[Gage] Why are they yelling louder now? Whose out there? ::gets up::

<Click> ::streches his head back:: what is the plan of action?

[Gage] ACTION> CRYZ CAN SEE DRAGON IN THE CROWD

<Cryz> <<on tv?>>

[Gage] <<Out the window>>

<Cryz> ::sighs then shakes his head:: If you'll excuse me... ::heads out of the room and towards an elevator::

<Dragon> ((never gonna reach the entrance at this rate...)) Excuse me... let me through please.. ::still pushing towards the doors::

[Gage] ::looks out the window:: They're mobbing them! Myriad, go with Cryz. Calm them down. Get those four up here as soon as you can.

<Myriad> ::stands and walks out::

<Cryz> ::walks into an elevator then presses L for lobby and waits for the doors to close:: ((Hmm... flashy entrance or not?))

[Gage] <Various reporters> Do you like the President? Did you vote for him? How was that winged man anyways. ::microphones and camera's everywhere::

<Myriad> ::takes a different elevator::

<Dragon> ::muttering:: As a federal agent or whatever I am, I have no opinion whatsoever, so please don't ask.

[Gage] ::calls Smith again, and finally gets through:: Smith! ::starts talking, quickly::

<Myriad> ::steps out once it stops and walks to the front doors::

[Gage] <Reporters>> Did you say you were federal? So are you a mutant? Are you running for president?

<Cryz> ::hums along to the muzak then shifts to crystal when the door opens in the lobby:: ((don't wanna get recognized...)) ::removes his facial features then forms spikes on top of his head and shoulders, heading towards the mob::

[Gage] ACTION> MYRIAD AND CRYZ NOTICE EACH OTHER

<Myriad> ((they're.. excited?)) ::stands at the door, trying to abate the excitement, ignoring cryz::

[Gage] ::still talking tto Smith:: Okay...yeah. Sorry. Okay...ten? Gotcha. Hold on, Hazard said he has a question. ::holds the phone away:: Haz! Phone for you!

<Dragon> ::senses Cryz's approach:: {{Hey hon... nobody told me to expect a riot out here..}}

<Cryz> ::heads towards the throng then talks, able to talk louder easier without the restraints of vocal chords:: If you'll excuse me, could you let them through?

[Gage] ACTION> CRYZ AND MYRIAD ATTRACT NEW ATTENTION, AND DRAGON AND THE OTHERS MAKE IT THROUGH TO LOBBY.

<Myriad> ...::flashes the middle finger at the cameras aimed at her, and walks back to the elevators::

<Dragon> ::gets inside and leans against the wall for a moment, smoothing her hair down:: ((Well that sucked..))

<Hazard> ::moves off the bed slowly, heading out of the room:: Alright.. ::reaches to take the phone from Gage::

[Gage] <Smith> ::on the phone:: What is it, Hazard?

[Gage] ACTION> THE SIX MEMBERS IN LOBBY START GETTING CHASED BY REPORTERS

<Dragon> ::makes a dash for the elevator::

<Cryz> ::would blink at Myriad if he had eyes, simply shakes his head:: Oh brother... you guys go to the elevator, I'll stall them ::turns and looks at the reporters::

<Myriad> ::..runs to the elevators::

<Hazard> ::holds the phone to his ear and rubs hisforehead with the other hand:: Yeah, I'm wondering about the status of the junk from our old base that got recovered. Mainly, are you guys taking care of my dog or what?

<Dragon> ::hits the close doors button as soon as it looks like Myriad can make it without getting stuck outside of them::

<Myriad> ::gets in the elevator, gritting her teeth::

[Gage] <Smith> ::sighs:: Well, your "dog" incured some injuries, but we have him in one of facilities here in Washington now. One of our best guys, Forge, has repaired him and is tending for him right now.

[Gage] ACTION> THE REPORTERS HALT IN FRONT OF CRYZ

<Dragon> ::strained smile at Myriad:: Looks like you guys have been having fun here..

<Myriad> ..they had us on *TV*

[Gage] <Reporter> ::confused look:: I- Are you answering questions?

[Gage] <<scratch the Forge thing, just "one of our best guys"...heh heh, oops>>

<Dragon> Figures. ::rubs her forehead::

<Cryz> ::looks at the reporters then expands slightly by hollowing out to let him grow a foot taller:: Please wait until our press conference. We will answer questions at that time, should we find a venue able to handle the obsessive media ::turns and heads to the elevator::

<Hazard> All right then. THat's all I really wanted to know. Did you have more to discuss with Gage or is this call done?

[Gage] ACTION> THE PHONE HANGS UP BEFORE HAZARD FINISHES HIS SENTANCE.

<Hazard> Done then.. ::hangs up the phone::

[Gage] ::walks into the room:: +com+ Everyone up to the roof, we've got a ride coming in ten minutes.

<Myriad> ::tries hard to stay angry and not get excited::

<Talon> ::stands up:: ((guess i should follow))

<Talon> ::walks to the roof::

<Dragon> ::weird look at Myriad:: Are you alright?

<Cryz> ::presses a button for the elevator then waits for it before ducking slightly and walking in:: ((hmm... might as well give them something good...)) ::waves to the reporters before the door closes and he reforms into his normal size and flesh::

[Gage] ACTION> MYRIAD LOSES HER CONCENTRATION LISTENING TO THE COM, AND SUDDENLY GETS EXCITED.

<Click> ::goes out the door and towards the staircase::

<Myriad> ::starts hopping up and down a bit:: ..i wanna be on tv! i gotta go buy a nice new dress, and..

[Gage] >>>>>END SIM<<<<<