Characters: Jinx, OPEN to all (esp. Jack Spicer, since we discussed this before)
Location: Recreation room
Time: Afternoon
Content: While browsing online, Jinx discovers that the anti-mutant group Humanity First has a website. Table-flipping ensues.
Warnings: Jinx's mouth, mild spontaneous bad luck, references to hate groups (should be no more than PG-13)
Format: Starting in third, either is fine
Jinx was relaxing in the recreation room, with music videos on in the background on television as she browsed the internet on her laptop. She checked up on the news, on what was new in fashion, and then browsed a discussion forum dedicated to mutants. Opinions varied from literate and educated to stupid and typed in chatspeak. All was good until she ran across a message posted by one of the more harmful varieties of internet troll - the sort that felt the need to inform them all that they were scum for possessing an X-gene. The moderators hadn't had the chance to delete the post or the account registered on the forum yet, so Jinx decided to poke around and have a look. While far from being a skillful hacker, she did know how to get around basic security. Her criminal background and her computer science courses had done wonders. She would have never been able to hack a major corporation or any government, but a forum was easy.
Within minutes, she got into the user's registered account and found the password as well as the IP address they posted their hateful rhetoric from. The account revealed an email address that wasn't with hotmail, gmail, or any of the other mass web-based email services. Instead, the email was registered with humanityfirst.com. Raising a thin pink eyebrow, Jinx decided she'd need to talk to the forum moderators about being more selective about who they allowed to join instead of letting anyone register an account.
Pink, cat-like eyes narrowed into a scowl as she searched for humanityfirst.com. The search didn't take long, and the site she found was...distressing, to say the least. Distressing, misinformed, and dangerous. Some of the values espoused on the site made her stomach knot with anger, and it was at that point that her eyes glowed.
"Fucking creeps," she hissed. Without realizing what she was doing, the table beside the sofa she was sitting on flipped over, the picture on the television cut out, pictures mounted on the walls fell off, and anyone in the immediate vicinity might find themselves with a little bit of bad luck.