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[posthumansmods]

WHO: Warren Worthington, Lestat, Dazzler, Iceman, Cho, Billy, Teddy [OU]
WHAT: Team I vs scientists
WHERE: Disneyland, ‘Pirate’s Lair’ on Tom Sawyer Island
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Violence, angst, geniuses at work.
SUMMARY:

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[Open]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's stewing in anger as the team makes their way through the rickety looking Pirate building. He's still beyond pissed that they'd stumbled onto mutant experiments; story of their lives, right? Unfortunate.

But he's going into this focused and is ready to do whatever it takes to get some answers, retribution, and/or survivors. He's flying through the halls like a bad habit, as being in the air is where he's always most effective in any mission.]

[bringeroffun]

[Bobby is sliding right behind him! he is not particularly excited about this mission either]

Man, Tom Sawyer was one of my favorites.

[ascending_angel]

Yeah, this place is totally ruined forever.

[Not that he still visits or anything, but they were good childhood memories, dammit!

I can't help it, but I'm really preparing myself for the worst here.

[bringeroffun]

[Bobby still visits! he likes the roller coasters. :C]

That way you won't be disappointed, I guess. I don't even want to know what your definition of 'worst' is, though.

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[idateforsupper]

[ Alison's making her way through, using ultra violet rays to see anything, and feeling out for any sounds. She's rather pissed about all of this, herself, and is using her lights this way is the best way to find anything.]

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[embraceitdammit]

[ Lestat, on the other hand, is bitching loudly and complaining all the way. Why did that damn Dazzler girl have to come. Was it even possible for Warren to go somewhere without her? ]

I can't believe that this is what you humans think is fun. I'm certain that even when Claudia was a young girl, she'd think this 'attraction' ridiculous.

[open]

[idateforsupper]

For the last time, we're mutants, not humans. And a bunch of kids have been experimented on and killed, so why don't you try shutting up and stop giving people a one star review? Don't make me turn you into dust to throw at the bad guys.

[Alison keeps walking. Why was Lestat even here? Like he wanted to help anyone but himself. And in this case? He probably just wanted to follow Warren like a little puppy dog.

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[embraceitdammit]

You're mutant humans, which still makes you humans. If a bird is blue instead of red, it's still a bird. And really Alison, killing the only person here who can see in the dark? How ridiculous.

[The concept of 'mutants' still perplexed the vampire. They were human, just with wings and freakish powers.]

[open to all!]

[embraceitdammit]

[As the scientists started to explain their piece and why they did what they did, Lestat's scowl grew deeper and deeper. Cure him? He didn't want to be human, he was fine being a vampire. In fact, he loved it. One thing was certain. He had to show these scientists just what the true power of a vampire was.]

Let's see you cure this.

[Using his speed, he ran forward to one of the scientists, holding his arms behind his back. Taking a brief moment to smirk at Warren, Lestat moved his head downwards, attempting to bite the scientist and drain him then and there.]

[ascending_angel]

[Part of him really wants to let Lestat do it; that dark side of Warren often speaks and reaches out to him...tempts him to dish out what these assholes deserve. They have to be the better people here, though, so Warren flies forward and attempts to tackle Lestat around the waist.]

Knock it off, you!

[bringeroffun]

[Bobby is just like so unimpressed, if he wanted to kill those dudes he could have thought of at least ten more interesting ways to do it]

Put it back in your pants, Teeth.

[embraceitdammit]

[Warren hits him smack around the waist, as Lestat falls away from the scientist. He gets to his feet, glaring at Warren and Bobby all the while.]

Nobody's going to miss this scum. These people deserve it!

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[mythslayer]

[Cho's face has been locked in a permanent grimace ever since the group found the scientists, and it's not even that he's mad so much as disappointed.

Okay, no, maybe he's a little mad too, and maybe the last scientist he talked to didn't deserve a mace to the gut. But he'd live, which is more than could be said for the kids the bastard had genetically mangled.

He's copying data down to his Game Boy and grumbling under his breath.] All this way and not even everything we needed. Great. Waste of time.

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[hulkling_smash]

[ Teddy, still "hulked out" but a not quite sure what do be doing with himself in this investigation phase, sidles over to Cho, watching curiously as he copies the data to the innocuous-seeming device. ]

Hey. Um. Does that thing still actually play games?

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[mythslayer]

Yeah, including games it really shouldn't be playing. Not really the time for Tetrising it up, though. [Something about the team thing just added to Cho's frustration. Working with Young Avengers made his memories of Pym's team rise back to his surface in a bad way.]So, whaddya think? Where do we go to from here?

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[witchtwin]

[ Billy hadn't been really involved up to now, but he knows he can do something and he's there to help. He's sort of steeled himself and kept his face neutral. He's aware that not everyone trusts him, but that doesn't matter. He wants to make sure that the capekillers - or whoever is doing this - don't keep doing this to innocent kids. ]

[open]

[hulkling_smash]

Hey. This whole thing is pretty messed up. You doing okay?

[open]

[witchtwin]

Yeah. I'm okay. Lot better off than these poor kids, anyway.

You okay?

[open]

[hulkling_smash]

Yeah. Of course. Mad scientists are using Disneyland as their base in sick experiments that are killing kids while trying to "cure" people like me of our "disease." Everything's peachy.

Heh. At least they weren't playing with MY kind of alien DNA, right?

At least. I hope they weren't.

[ He looks even greener at the thought, and rubs his arms, maybe contemplating how his genetic material--or his older self's--could have been compromised. ]