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Mike affably led the young tourists out of their seats and up towards the next car. The big man led the way eyes narrowing slightly as the apparent mobsters at the front of the car did not look as if they'd give way easily. However one tilted his head slightly in a small tell that they were on coms and stepped aside to let the tall youth and young family past with only a few unsettling glares. Once past the mobsters Mike leaned down to the young mother and whispered urgently, "Go to the lead car and keep your heads down those unsavory fellows were armed." he encouraged and stood his broad frame filling the door back to the car with the gunmen and their quarry as the woman urged her children and husband quickly forwards. Once they were clear of the car he stepped into the small corridor between cars prepared to suit up if things went south. He glanced with some concern as they zipped past yet another full platform and peered through the wall into the car placing in his mind where the few remaining bystanders were.

The backup vehicle has not arrived yet it'll arrive on backups initiative. Those familiar with such things would recognize the engine sounds as not dissimilar to some military VTOL transports basically a flying APC. Initiative for the Mobsters 1d20+2=18 Initiative for Mob Backup 1d20+5=16 Initiative for Phalanx 1d20+4=24 Phalanx and Kingsnake get an HP for their secret ID complications As there are few enough passengers in the car that a clever mobster might put together that they are in fact the heroes that interfered if they interfere. Initiative Phalanx 24 6HP Uninjured Kingsnake 18 2HP Uninjured Mobsters 18 Two groups of three Miras 16 1HP Uninjured Backup 16 Unknown but loud Gauss 12 1HP Uninjured Phalanx will use his action to usher the family to the next car forward and give himself an opportunity to change into costume if needed without being too obvious about who he is. Kingsnake is up once I post the IC

Kingsnake and Miras will hear the sound of some kind of low flying aircraft approaching at this juncture the whine of turbojets as the craft approaches and eventually matches speed with the train.

Mike leaned back as the woman demurred nodding affably. He knew there was more than met the eye here but was at his core a trusting person. She may be in trouble but didn't seem to want to call attention so he'd let it lie. He stood as she indicated her phone and began to make his way toward the front of the car offering a polite nod, "Of course ma'am." He replied easily as he took his leave of the young woman. The entire situation however had him on edge, there was more to this than met the eye. The muscle entering the car from each end clicked like a final puzzle piece and a glance through their coats with x-ray vision revealed their illicit armament. Too many bystanders to confront them here though, too much risk. He leaned in toward the young family as he passed and suggested quietly, "You know the view from the lead car is even better." he suggested trying to herd at least some of the passengers out of harms way.

GM The womans eyes darted to Mike almost startled at the question and she nodded as she eyed the tall young man a slow smile creeping to her features, "Oh yes of course." she replied in hushed tones, "Thought I was going to miss the train is all." she explained the lie quick and easy on her tongue. She carefully scanned the car to gauge how much attention she'd garnered and looked down as her phone chimed an incoming text. Waving the phone in one hand she demurred, "I should answer that." Meanwhile the train sped onwards the sights of the city passing at a blur as the high speed monorail shot past the next scheduled stop. A few passengers intending to exit there cursing quietly at the poor luck and craning their necks to see if the conductor was still there, frustrated calls to the errant staff member ringing out for an explanation as the man hustled to the next car obviously dodging the questions. Something odd was going on here and the unlucky passengers seemed caught in the middle of whatever it was. From each end of the car a trio of men entered well dressed in the kind of oversized suits common to the higher class of mob muscle. The firearms under their coats passably concealed to those not looking for them though those more accustomed to such individuals would have little trouble recognizing the tell tale bulge or acrid scent of gun oil.

Huang watched the exchange between Anibal and Raina with some interest as he wasn't sure exactly where that stood though rumors of course flew about the school about the pair. He offered a knowing smile and light nudge to the luchador beside him, "Hate to see her go but love to watch her walk away eh?" he suggested with a grin leaving the tequila heir to pursue the pretty witch and perhaps sample the fruits of Fred and Riley's labor. He drifted along from clump to clump of party goers making sure everything was going as smoothly as could be hoped before finally arriving back at the punch bowl and taking an offered cup. He looked down at the fizzy imbrocation and shrugged, "Hey it's a party might as well right?" he asked and tipped his head back draining it in one smooth motion lowering the cup as one eye twitched uncontrollably, "Yup that's alcohol all right, tastes like suffering and regret." he shook slightly, "And mountain dew." he nodded as his features returned to normal, "I mean good work guys!" he suggested and clapped Riley and Fred lightly on the back.

"Technically use of powers on campus is sanctioned so long as they do not harm student, staff, or property." Huang pointed out with a grin because really arguing semantics was really as enjoyable an exercise as most, "And all that," he gestured from Set to Sekhmet pointedly, "Is really more guidelines anyway." he countered with a small smile knowing full well the delicate dance of flexible rules that governed Phantoms mandate, He really was her son, for better or worse. He returned Sets smile with his own, "Well she does have a point I suppose," he smirked at Taylor slightly likely just a tad too smugly, "I mean rushing into things before we've had even a single real date is no way to build a meaningful lasting relationship." He said his tone thick with irony, Taylor and Jack really needed to stop draggin out the full history of their relationship in fights within Huang and JJ's hearing.

Contrary to what the television would have you think the Emergency Room was not an action packed hotbed of trauma and drama. While Docs regularly traded out of ER rotations it had less to do with the intensity and more to do with the mind numbing boredom interspersed with myriad opportunities to be vomited on. Despite this Ellis actually had stopped trading his shifts and started banking the goodwill of a few extra here and there to use in case of heroics interfering with his work. It certainly didn't hurt that the ER really was a front line look at trends in the cities crimes and traumas. Thus Ellis found himself using the slow afternoon parade of sports injuries and confused geriatrics to catch up on paperwork while the residents dealt with the minimal medicine needing to be practiced.

thread is up in City center for Gauss, Miras, and Kingsnake. IC: Downtown Train OOC: Downtown Train (OOC)

Mike looked up and down the car for a moment as he stepped onto the train offering a friendly smile to the young family of tourists pointing out the sights from the elevated position the monorail enjoyed. Picking a seat toward the back of hte car he settled in pulling the backpack on his shoulder into his lap and tried with marginal success to compress his broad shoulders to take up only one seats space. He looked out the window at the sights himself even after all these years in the city the skyline still comforting and impressive at once. His brow quirked slightly as the woman rushed on board his face flickering with concern as he noted the pursuit and her own nervously pounding heart beat loud in his ears. He sat for a moment and flashed his pass to the conductor with a smile before turning back to the woman in question, "Everything alright ma'am?" he asked quietly once the official was out of earshot.

Phalanx Notice check 1d20+9=26 Sense motive 1d20+8=14 Knowledge without context Wooo.

The OOC! Notice check lets say DC 15 to notice the frustrated perhaps pursuer, DC 20 will note the conductor does not check the late arrivals pass. DC 30 will note a tell tale error in the Conductors disguise to reveal him as not what he appears. DC 25 sense motive to detect the Conductor and woman may know each other. Those with enhanced hearing or similar senses can tell the woman's heartbeat and or breathing is faster than the brief jog to catch the train would indicate if they are paying attention to such things.

GM Post Monday November 9th, Midmorning partially cloudy Centennial Station, Monorail By midmorning the usual crush of commuters on the Freedom City Monorail had thinned to mostly tourists and a grab bag of students, shoppers, and others less bound to the rigors of a timeclock. The doors slid open and a handful of people departed onto the platform at Centennial Station while several more slipped into seats in the sleek passenger car. Just before the doors slid closed a young woman dark haired and well dressed in a style that read wealth without ostentation slipped on board. The astute would note a frustrated pounding by a man in a non-descript dark suit as the door slid shut in front of him before the train launched into motion once more. The women quickly made her way to an empty seat away form other passengers and seemed focused on her cell phone as many commuters were. As the monorail came up to speed a conductor made his way down the car checking passes as he went with an easy smile and polite nod to the passengers.

AMENDED BY HGM Phalanx A few errors have crept in over the years/edits. First an update more in line with current sheet formatting. Top fluff should be changed to the following Player Name: angrydurf Character Name: Phalanx Power Level: 15 (226/230PP) (31 pre-bump, 64 post-bump) Trade-Offs: -3 Attack, +3 Save DC (Energy vision +5 Attack -5 Save DC); -5 Defense, +5 Toughness; Unspent Power Points: 4 In Brief: Teen (Now adult) Paragon granted powers by the '93 Terminus invasion; A 'Terminus Baby' Residence: Aeon Penthouse Base of Operations: Freedom City Catchphrase: None yet Alternate Identity: Mike Harris Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: Liberty League, AEON, Claremont Academy (Former Student), Young Freedom (Founding Member) Family: Only child. Mother and Father live in Hanover, His paternal grandparents have a farm 'upstate' Description: Age: 22 (DoB: August 16, 1993) Apparent Age: Early 20's Gender: Male Ethnicity: White Height:6'6" Weight:285lbs Eyes: Green Hair: Black Complications add: Overbooked: Going back to school full time and a life of crime fighting don't go hand in hand, while super speed may help him keep up he can't be in two places at once. Secret Identity: One of the worst kept secrets but technically true. After his recent exposure out of costume the chances of being recognized increase. Add his parents to responsibilities as they are potential targets for enemies Attack Should be: Attack: +8 (+12 Melee, +20 Energy vision) Toughness save should be: Toughness: +20 (Impervious 12) (+20 Con, +0 other) Fortitude Should be: Fortitude: +20 (+20 Con, +0) DC Block Should Read: DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 33 Toughness Damage (Physical) Energy Vision Ranged(200' Int) DC 25 Toughness Damage (Energy) Shockwave Touch(Cone Area) DC 33 Toughness(DC28 Ref 1/2) Damage (Physical) Super-Breath Touch(Cone Area) +19-30 Trip (DC28 Ref 1/2) Trip

Player Name: angrydurf Character Name: Meson Power Level: 12 (180/182 PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 2 In Brief: Forced DNAscent experiment granted control of fundamental nuclear forces. Residence: none Base of Operations: Primarily the Fens Currently Catchphrase: None yet Alternate Identity: Jason Haster Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: None Affiliations: None Family: Father is deceased, Mother alive living with his elder brother in pittsburgh, Younger sister still local. His family by and large turned him out when his addictions got bad. That along with the holes in his memory make him uncertain what is truth and what is Labyrinth fabrications. He has memories that may or may not be lies, drug hazed memories, or truth of a woman and child. None of them are particularly looking for him at this point. Description: Age: 31 (DoB: 1984 November 5th) Apparent Age: Early 30's Gender: Male Ethnicity: African American Height:6'1" Weight:175lbs Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Shaved Jason has a tall rangy build that still shows evidence of his former athleticism though a bit hollowed by several years on the streets and being put through quite the trial by fire of chemical mood alteration. His broad features are rough but not unhandsome on the rare occasion his dark eyes are not glaring ominously and topped by a smooth scalp that seems to have more care taken with its maintenance than most of the rough mans personal habits. He was far more underfed before abduction and exposure to the DNAscent process and now despite lacking the power of his youthful build the end result is a very toned physique. Day to day he wears what he's been able to to get from charity or second hand stores. He still has the military grade boots he was outfitted in when under labyrinth custody and usually tops his look with a rough but sturdy waxed canvas duster. As Meson he lacks a traditional costume as such but usually manipulates the particles of his clothing to protect it from the ravages of super combat. He retains the boots and whatever pants he wears along with the coat but does away with the less sturdy layers under the coat leaving him bare to the waist under the open duster. His eyes flare with a silver white light almost as if burning with some cold flame and similar flames dance around his head like a crown of quantum fire. Energetic arcs flow over his form as he utilizes his powers along with an aura of blue white plasma rippling over his form. The quantum fire does little to disguise his shape or features and sheds little light and no heat. Though it does grant him an almost ghostly appearance of his dark skin and clothing beneath the translucent flames. Power Descriptions: Meson's control of quantum forces usually manifest either as a bright flare of quantum fire usually around his hands when applied directly to matter it burns through as it breaks the bonds that hold hte matter itself together the energy released by the breakdown usually searing surrounding material. As he can only affect objects he touches he'll often use small objects as projectiles charging them with quantum energies to detonate when thrown. Objects so empowered glow with a blue white energy when charged before detonating. Less destructive uses of his control of quantum forces allows him to change the very nature of matter locking targets immobile as the matter of their body is rendered immobile or solidifying the matter surrounding them locking them in place. History: Raised in Greenbank Jason was the middle of three children. His father worked the freight yards while his mother picked up shifts at a local convenience store. They were far from well off but there was a roof over their heads and food on the table. Greenbank however was no place to raise kids and worse as the train yards downsized his father lost his job. Before long they moved across the river to an apartment in Lincoln, his father eventually finding work at Jordan international. There were lean years and long hours, Jasons brother Julius threw himself in to school and sports striving for grades and hopefully a scholarship that would eventually pull him out of poverty, Jenna was a bit more insulated as the youngest and baby of the family. Jason however mostly saw the two bit hustlers and growing gangs of his neighborhood and the respect they got. He fell in with a bad crowd and spent his high school years in and out of juvenile corrections. It is more testament to low standards than personal ability that he managed to graduate high school. Not long out of school he was busted carrying for one of his friends, his first offense as an adult landed him a year in south river. When he got out his old crew was dead or in jail themselves and he'd seen the inside of prison enough to be significantly motivated in finding legitimate employment. It just so happened Uncle Sam was hiring and not too picky about backgrounds. The order and routine of the army it would seem would be a good fit for hte restless youth. It would have too if not for the pesky matter of there being a war on. Jason did two tours in Afghanistan and had started his third thanks to stoploss, He was only a month into the tour when his convoy was hit by insurgents. The IED was primitive but brutally efficient, Half his squad was dead before they even knew it. Jason spent the next hour in a touch and go firefight with hardened fighters before reinforcements and close air support drove off the enemy. The shrapnel in his thigh earned him a ticket home. The night terrors and depression kept him stateside. Reintegration was never easy for soldiers and the unpopular war becoming a political talking point did little to help. It didn't take long for Jason to get back in touch with some of his old crew again, they got him a little something to take the edge off, get him a good nights sleep before his final discharge. In the final medical exam of course the drugs showed up on screening and his psych out became dishonorable discharge for the violation of the codes of conduct. With limited access to VA benefits and some startlingly poor life choices Jason was on the street in under a year. His family washed their hands of him after he'd been caught trying to fence his parents TV for a fix. Like most of freedom cities detritus he drifted slowly down to the Fens. One more slightly off and very drug addled homeless vet. He drifted in and out of lock up for drunk and disorderly or possession and from one shelter to the next living day to day on the streets. As one of the many dispossessed and often disposable people clinging to life on the fringes of society Jason going missing went unremarked among most circles, even the others of the homeless communities in the Fens took no great notice of his specific disappearance, law enforcement, gang action, or simple travel stirred the population enough to make one man missing unremarkable against the day to day struggles of survival. He had been taken by operatives of the Labyrinth as a human guinea pig for tests related to improvements and expansion of the DNAscent process. Most of his time in being experimented upon is shattered remains of broken memories and even then it is through a haze of heavy sedation. Memories and nightmares erupt of bright hospital lights searing pain in his veins and masked doctors staring down at him as they took notes of his nascent abilities. He was deemed a prime candidate for cybernetic enhancement when it was clear his powers were poorly controlled. The implants granting him greater control (as well as the Labyrinth greater control of him) did more damage to his mind and memories than his years of heavy drug use could. His memories were broken his personality suppressed his actions barely his own. The fragmented recollections of life before and inside the Labyrinth are largely suppressed. Of course Jason was not alone and dark whispers had started in the alleys and squats of the Fens. Someone or something was taking people off the street, the FCPD lacked resources or in truth inclination to dig beyond the surface. Eventually however the disappearances were noticed by someone with both the ability and inclination to do more. Jason and all the others freed owe that hero and their allies, Jason himself required more attention from doctors to remove the Labyrinths most insidious controls and aid what recovery of his memories they could, he is his own man once more though not the man he was. Personality & Motivation: Jason is at his heart a decent person who has suffered much. He may have made mistakes in his life and even in the depths of his selfish drug and alcohol addled years hurt others he does want the best for people he simply has had alot of his idealism about what that may be beaten out of him by harsh realities. He remembers all too well the brainwashing and torments of Labyrinth even if he doesn't have a name for the foe he knows he has to stand against them. In addition to vengence tinged with 'great power great responsibility' schtick Meson feels the quantum forces he commands react to his mood, his subconscious. He is terrified of what he might do if pushed too far, of hte kind of chain reaction he could trigger if his powers lacked the precision with which they are executed. Powers & Tactics: Meson's powers are theoretically near limitless, commanding the fundamental forces governing the quantum world could do nearly anything. However Jasons understanding of that world is far more limited and his limited training and cybernetic enhancements were focused on the most base use of such power. While his manipulations are the most direct this serves Meson just fine. He prefers a direct approach to combat unleashing a barrage of charged projectiles to disable targets before they can hurt him or those he's protecting. He is however a pragmatist more than willing to utilize the unusual vectors of attack made available by his abilities to phase or to use less direct methods to restrain enemies if called for. Complications: It's my life it's my wife: Before the DNAscent process Jason was a drunk on his better days, on his worse he self medicated with less restraint. While the Labyrinths processes sobered him up and he's theoretically clean the siren call of booze and harder fare sings loud when things get hard. Men of poor beginnings: Jason is homeless, broke, and has a record for drug abuse and petty crime. Not a lot of social mobility there. And I guess I just don't know: Jasons memories of his time before the DNAscent abduction are broken and scattered. While he remembers most faces order of events are jumbled and key elements may be missing entirely. All the evils of this town: There are some criminals that hold a greater place of loathing in Jasons heart, the predatory dealers and worse Labyrinth who made him what he is. Power omnipresent, undiminished uncontrolled: The quantum fires within Jason that grant him his powers try to run ever hotter, While the Labyrinth cybernetics prevent mere unconsciousness from venting his powers it it is an ever present risk that if Jason pushes to hard or gets pushed to far they could manifest in the catastrophic to extinction level event range. Christmas in february: Jason has seen a lot on his short time on earth, just the Labyrinth experiments alone would give most people nightmares for life, Jason had already psyched out of the military due to PTSD when he was abducted. The memories of both war and Labyrinth overlap and build on one another trauma on trauma. Abilities: 4 + 2 + 6 + 0 + 2 + 0 = 14PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +9 Attack: +4/+8 Melee, +4/+8 Ranged, +12 Atomic Disruption Array Grapple: +10 Defense: +12 (+4/+8 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2/+4 Flat-Footed Knockback: -6 Saving Throws: 11 + 11 + 9 = 31PP Toughness: +12 (+3 Con, +9 Protection) Fortitude: +14 (+3 Con, +11) Reflex: +12 (+1 Dex, +11) Will: +10 (+1 Wis, +9) Skills: 36R = 9PP Gather Information 5 (+5) Intimidate 5 (+5) Knowledge: Streetwise 5 (+5) Notice 4 (+5) Sense Motive 4 (+5) Stealth 4 (+5) Survival 9 (+10) Feats: 5PP Contacts Luck 3 Track Powers: 46 + 8 + 8 + 10 + 1 + 10 + 10 + 12 = 105PP Atomic Disruption 20 (Subatomic Force Manipulation; Feats: Alternate Power 6) [46PP] (Mutation, DNAscent) Base Power: Damage 12 (Atomic Decay; Extras: Linked +0) {12/40} + Drain: Toughness 12 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked +0; Feats: Incurable, Slow Fade 3(20min intervals)) {28/40} (Disintegration) Alternate Power: Damage 12 (Charged Projectiles; Extras: Autofire 10, Penetrating 3, Range: Ranged(120' Increments); Feats: Knockback 3) {40/40} (Explosive) Alternate Power: Damage 12 (Charged Barrage; Extras: Area: General (Shapeable, 300 contiguous 5' cubes), Range: Ranged(1200' max); Feats: Progression 4) {40/40} (Explosive) Alternate Power: Environmental Control 10 (Atomic Manipulation; Mix match 4pp/rank Hamper Movement, Heat, Light, Radiation Extras: Selective Attack; Flaws: Range: Touch) {40/40} (Strong/Weak force) Alternate Power: Paralyze 12 (Quantum Lock; Extras: Alternate Save (Fort) +0, Affects Objects +1; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Reversible, Subtle) {40/40} (Quantum) Alternate Power: Snare 12 (Solidify; Extras: Suffocating, Transparent; Flaws: Range: Touch; Feats: Reversible, Subtle, Extended Reach 2) {40/40} (Transformation) Alternate Power: Insubstantial 4 (Quantum Phasing; Extras: Affects Others; Feats: Subtle 2) {26/40} + Immunity 7 (Suffocation, All Environmental Conditions; Extras: Affects Others) {14/40} (Phasing) Enhanced Attack 4 (Assault Protocols) [8PP] (Cybernetic, Tech) Enhanced Defense 4 (Evasion Protocols) [8PP] (Cybernetic, Tech) Enhanced Feats 10 (Tactical Protocols; Attack Specialization: Atomic Disruption Array 2, Dodge Focus 4, Improved Initiative 2, Interpose, Precise: Atomic Disruption Array) [10PP] (Cybernetic, Tech) Enhanced Feats 1 (Molecular Morphing; Quick Change) [1pp] (Mutant, DNAscent) Protection 9 (Sub-Atomic Shielding; Extras: Duration: Continuous, Flaws: Duration: Sustained, Feats: Subtle) [10PP] (Mutation, DNAscent) Super Senses 10 (Atomic Senses; Acute: All Olfactory 2, Analytical: All Visual 2, Analytical: All Olfactory 2, Microscopic Vision 4) [10PP] (Mutation, DNAscent) Super Movement 6 (Atomic Manipulation; Permeate 3, Wall Crawling 2, Water Walking) [12PP] (Mutation, DNAscent) Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage (Physical) Atomic Decay Touch DC 27 Fortitude/Toughness Drain Toughness then Damage (Energy) Charged Projectiles Ranged DC 27 Toughness (autofire) Damage (Physical) Charged Barrage Ranged DC 27 Toughness Damage (Physical) Quantum Lock Touch DC 22 Fortitude Staged (Paralysis) Solidify Touch(15') DC 22 Reflex Staged (Snare) Totals: Abilities (14) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (31) + Skills (9) + Feats (5) + Powers (105) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/182 Power Points

Hmm this may take some more thought I'll back burner this for a bit while I work it out.

Ok gonna get this started in the next day or two. Part of the thread is a bit reliant on heroes in their secret ID's so I think it's gonna be Miras, Kingsnake, and Gauss(assuming he has a civvy ID he uses) Queenie is too public for this one. I'll post here and PM people when it goes up.

Mike blanched at Triakosas words and he stared from one woman to the other with growing discomfort. The well worn grooves of his mind were all to easy for Alex to fish the relevant information out of and he stammered uncertainly for a moment as he was pulled along with her back to the receptionists, "I uh you see...." he seemed somewhat soothed by his fiances gesture but couldn't manage to meet his fellow paragons gaze for the moment, "I'm sure Alex can help." he finally settled on speaking mostly to the floor as he took a deep centering breath before regaining most of his composure, "She's the best there is." he said with confidence and his pride and affection clear.

Mike turned at the dramatic entrance though he too was unflapped by the iconic arrival. It took him a long moment to place where he recognized the woman from, if she'd not intimated at the bar her own heroic moonlighting he'd not have likely made the connection at all. As it was he put together it was the same woman who had maybe propositioned him after his futile attempts to drink his problems away. He stood behind Alex letting her make with introductions and glancing to the side trying not to draw attention and doing an atrocious job of it. After a long moment of silence he decided he had to say something and awkwardly blurted out, "Hi, Mike Harris, I haven't met you before." which was arguably true if one guarded secret IDs carefully but the phrasing was altogether too awkward and even he recognized it wincing at the words and adding, "Have we, uhm I?"

Pondering an attack on an AEGIS Facility. Not sure if we have AEGIS affiliated heroes active so direction the attack takes (or if it happens at all) may be dictated by that. Interested AEGIS affiliates let me know and I'll see what shapes up. Unfortunately not alot more details till I know who/what might be involved.

Well monorail technically. Normal morning commute on Freedoms famed Monorail is disrupted by villainous hijinks! Heroes would be commuters on the monorail when a crime committed therein escalates. looking for 2-3 (Dependant on PLs) local heroes riding the train in civvies to start. I'll be bringing Phalanx along.

Mike as usual looked drab next to his diminutive fiance. The relaxed fit Khakis and slightly too tight polo shirt said IT more than CEO's boyfriend the overall look not improved by the slight slouch he evinced out of costume where he always felt slightly oversize for his environment. He smiled affably to the Receptionists repeating the names under his breath in hopes of fixing them in memory, "A pleasure." he replied softly and offered a chagrinned smile, "I apologize in advance for forgetting all of those but I'm awful with names." He added ruefully which was not entirely true but as always he held himself to an unobtainable standard, in this case his fiance's eidetic memory. He did turn to Marcia and nod earnestly, "I hope he's feeling better." he intoned softly as he took the offered badge and examined it for a moment, "Wouldn't want to cause any trouble." he agreed and tucked it away in his wallet. He paused uncertainly not sure if he should explain why he was getting a badge and access and determined that Alex like as not had those niceties well in hand though clearly it was some effort not to clarify the situation. Glancing back to Alex he quirked a brow, "I appreciate the tour and your time but if you're busy you really can go I'll be alright." he suggested uncertainly.

Huang fixed his mother a petulant look and huffed, "I'm not interested in changing his mind." he said flatly, "powers above and below knows that isn't in my capabilities." he murmured frankly and sullenly looked on as she made the very good point that giving his fathers ample free time a target in the form of ruining his life may not however be the best of choices. "Fine ground rules then that's fine," he agreed then soured as she got way to personal about the biting thing, "Oh mom please..." he squirmed, "I get it I'll make sure you don't have to know about my love life, point taken." he held up his hands in mock surrender. He stepped back next to Set and took the other boys hand, "He has a point though." he argued carefully as he was much less certain than Set that the course had not been sailing in that precise direction, "I mean other than dodge dads dictums we didn't actually do anything wrong," he smirked slightly, "didn't even break the girls in the dorm rule." he added with a cheeky laugh.

"Well someone came prepared." Ellis remarked as the speedster produced his custom sauce to add to the mix, "This a usual event at these things?" he asked as an aside to Erik with a friendly smile. As the bubble popped around them and they rejoined the time stream of the rest of the guests he blinked a few times to re-accustom himself to the others not being like unto statues. "Well it seems food is ready." he announced with a small laugh as he gathered his entry and carried it to the table to join the others. Setting his entry down he flashed an easy smile ot Jack, "Enjoy but I must say they all look pretty tasty. No one making your job easy today." he offered with a nod as he hustled off to corral his children toward the waiting meal.

Huang smiled at Winnifred, "I am a man of many mysteries." he assured her with a friendly grin though attempted to stay on the reserved side of flirty, which to the displaced victorian likely seemed terribly forward. He quirked a brow at Phaedras revelation and though he'd expect the reveal of demonic heritages to be somewhere in the 'I can't feel my legs' call and response state of terlet gin induced relaxation he was happy to have it happen sooner, "Hybrid?" he questioned rhetorically then frowned as he recalled the stories of her rather noteworthy arrival, "Celestial and infernal." he pondered aloud, "very groovy." that's what kids say now right well hopefully it would sound like it was used ironically if it was anachronistic. When the doors whooshed open with grandiose winds he was briefly taken aback as that was to be fair the chosen idiom of his erstwhile antecedent of wallachian fame but it was Anibal in full lucha splendor, and given the rippling abs on display full and splendor definitely applied, "Well the party is started now." he greeted warmly and briefly watched the interplay betwixt the young mutant and Raina stepping back as he well knew better than to contest with a witch in romantic endeavors, that was a good way to get hexed with all manner of unpleasantness.