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[capemods]

WHO: PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE
WHERE: Nominally Los Angeles, but with teleporters and the refugee camps involved, who even knows?
WHEN: From June 5th on!
SUMMARY: People... who evacuate people... are the luckiest people... in the world.

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Maddie's Rescue Flights (open)

[medea_recast]

From sunup to sundown and longer, Maddie will be using her cargo plane to shuttle people away from LA and relief supplies back to those still in the City.

She's always on the move, but can be found in-between flights taking a catnap while she refuels and resupplies on either end, or doing regular maintenance checks on the plane itself. Anyone accompanying flights either direction can come to the cockpit for a chat.

Dated back to June 5!

[ascending_angel]

Warren has been assigned to do air support along with Maddie and Sam. So far, the redhead hadn't done anything drastic, but he still didn't want to take any chances. She'll find Warren in the sky beside and behind her plane, and landing when she does. Today is no different, and he's watching her from a few feet away during their most recent landing.

[medea_recast]

The landing is routine, they've all been that way and Maddie quickly helps her passengers exit the retro-fitted plane. As she exits herself for a quick bite to eat she looks over at her... escort. Hiding her glare behind her glasses and giving him a smile she waves him over.

"C'mon, Worthington. Time for lunch!"

[ahhmahgawd]

Since Sam had been ordered to watch over with Madelyne, he was around in the sky as well. Not too far from Warren, he glanced over when Maddie called out to Angel.

"Gonna go get it?"

[ascending_angel]

"Let's go. If my sandwich jumps up to bite me in the face, at least you can blast her head off," Warren muttered and started stomping toward the pilot. He could tell she was not thrilled by this idea, and neither was he. The only reason he was doing this was because he was following orders--and they weren't orders that he agreed with.

However, he gives her a very fake smile back as he approaches. "Sounds delightful!"

[medea_recast]

Oh, this was going to be pleasant, she could already tell.

She waved him over to a table that had been set up buffet style. "I radioed ahead, asked if they could have something for us to grab fast before we headed back out."

She motioned to the air. "Guthrie coming down any time soon?" She waved.

[ahhmahgawd]

Sam made his way down, pushing his goggles back into his hair when he landed. He followed after Warren, and gave Madelyne a small smile. "Hello, ma'am. Thanks for the offer."

No matter what, Sam was usually polite to everyone.

[ascending_angel]

Warren watched over his shoulder toward Sam before turning his attention back to Maddie. "Aren't you thoughtful."

Though he was curious to see whether or not the food was poisoned.

"How long before the next take off?"

[medea_recast]

She considered for a moment, putting together a generous sandwich. "People off, supplies on... maybe half an hour? Forty-five minutes?"

She nodded, "Yeah, sounds about right. I have enough fuel for another there and back, last systems check was clear."

[ahhmahgawd]

This was reminding Sam a little about the time he and Terry had lunch with Mister Sinister. Which made him feel a little awkward, but he easily hid that.

"Good to hear, Madelyne," Sam spoke up. "Are ya gettin' tired yet?"

[ascending_angel]

"Yeah, are you? We wouldn't want any crashes or fiery infernos amidst the chaos," Warren added in casually, and decided to grab a massive sandwich anyways, poison or not.

Healing factors were useful, after all.

[medea_recast]

She heard the dig and ignored it. It probably wouldn't be the last.

"I'll have to refuel next go-round, that will take some time. Might have the mechanics take a look, make sure the engine's still solid. I'll sleep for awhile then. I'll be fine."

She waved toward a crew scurrying by and fixed Warren with a look. "I'm not worried that anything's wrong, it's just a new engine to me, she doesn't speak to me like the planes back home did."

[ahhmahgawd]

Sam eventually took a sandwich for himself as well. The thought of it being mutated crossed his mind, too, but if he could eat Rictor's burned chicken, he could eat anything! Besides, if he died he'd just get right back up.

"At least you got a plane, ma'am. Even if it's not the same."

[ascending_angel]

No, it wouldn't be the last. Warren was a catty bitch like that.

Rather enjoying this free sandwich, he hummed thoughtfully along with Maddie's words. "Yes. We should really be counting our blessings that everything is just smooth and dandy right now. Looks like things are getting a bit more hostile each time we stop in LA, though."

A beat, and then he gave Maddie a look right back. "We'll have to prepared for attacks, too."

[medea_recast]

"Isn't that why Scott sent you two along? To help keep me... and everyone else safe?"

She gave Warren another pointed look. Don't make her blast you to make a point, Worthington.

[ahhmahgawd]

Sam felt like he had to be peace keeper here. Everytime he tried to be nice, Warren just seemed to bounce off it and make it nasty.

Not that he blamed Warren at all.

After taking a bite of his sandwich and wondered if it'd kill him, he spoke again. "To help you out, yeah. And for protection."