[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FKJKRczH/the-gifted-591b350cc9ba7.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DwZPyRtp/tumblr-oy189xoglt1qd49gbo1-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][/center][hr][center][h3][color=f7941d][b]Washington D.C.: September 8th, 2020 - 10:15 AM[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][b][i]The Mutant Underground - D.C. Station:[/i][/b]

	Colossus nodded - he had wanted to go talk to Stretch anyways. He had hired the man to help find his sister and he was anxious to see if he had found anything. Piotr was almost certain in his gut that Illyana was somewhere in the United States. She had to be alive. If she wasn't... He didn't know what he would do. He had attempted to fill the void by acting as a brother to Negasonic, but it wasn't always successful. In fact, it usually wasn't. He wanted proof that Illyana was alive and well. [color=B0B4B0]"I will call,"[/color] Colossus told Spark Plug, before walking off to somewhere a bit quieter and with better cell signal. 

	[color=DC95C5]"I know two fucking mutants in need in the area - Veil and Sapphire!"[/color] Sunspot snapped, his head bursting into flames. Cannonball grimaced a bit, looking at his friend. 

	[color=84D595]"We're going to get them back, Roberto - okay?"[/color] Cannonball promised. 

	[color=E33B19]"You don't know that,"[/color] Negasonic pointed out. She went on her phone and was scrolling through Twitter, when something caught her eye. She followed a lot of accounts of Purifiers and the likes in the area. She had alerts on message boards they posted in sent to her email. Hatred never typically was very bright. 

	[color=84D595]"Not helping, Ellie!"[/color] Cannonball snapped. 

	[color=E33B19]"Well, it looks like our friends in black are going to raid some of the shelters today... A mutant escaped from police custody last night and they're trying to bring her to justice."[/color] That would be significant - mostly because Purifiers weren't known for restraint. There were two or three mutant friendly shelters in Washington D.C., so the Underground would have a choice to make as to which ones they went to go and protect, if any at all. 

[b][i]Homeless Shelter - Mutant Friendly:[/i][/b]

	Anastasia's silent shadow wasn't too far behind. Named Fade, he had the power to turn himself invisible. Reeva generally sent him out to spy on those suspected of betraying him, but in this case he was designed to be back up for Anastasia if things went south. He wasn't making himself known, meaning that things were more or less safe for the moment. No one in the shelter went up to approach Anastasia, but she would notice [url=https://i.postimg.cc/bJkyKY9b/tumblr-mvem6o-Qwog1qbl5bzo1-500.gif]a boy[/url] in the back who looked a bit roughed up. He was sporting the nice beginning of a black eye and his hoody was filled with tears and holes. Either he enjoyed getting into fights or something, but odds are... he might known something about how to find the Mutant Underground. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DAF7A6]Sunshine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FK1fS4Z8/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=DAF7A6]Location:[/color][/b] the Morlock Tunnels 
[b][color=DAF7A6]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center][hider=Visual][i]To let you guys get an idea of what this place looks like better than I could describe it[/i]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/LXrYtfR1/Morlocks.png[/img][/hider]
	Grimlock was silent throughout the conversation - both verbally and telepathically. In fact, no one in the Morlock tunnels had ever heard her speak. She was a mute, traumatized by the horrible treatment she had received at the hands of those who thought she was [i]dangerous[/i], that she was an [i]abomination[/i], that she was of the Devil. Blink finished braiding Grimlock's hair and then Blink got up, standing right outside of the tent in the entrance way since it would be easier to talk there. 

	[color=D48FFF]"Stretch is right - the Mutant Underground does try to help. They move mutants across the border, into either Mexico or Canada,"[/color] she explained to Max, giving him a bit more detail. She hesitated for a moment. [color=D48FFF]"I actually used to be a member,"[/color] she said, not giving an explanation as to why she left the Mutant Underground for the Morlocks. 

	She then turned to Leighton, giving her a smile as she clapped a hand on Stretch's back. [color=D48FFF]"Well, we don't have any elemental manipulators here at the moment, but Stretch I think would be more than happy to help train you. He has an incentive to keep ice under control, after all."[/color] Blink smirked a bit at the man. 

	Over by the food, Sunshine was practically inhaling bowl after bowl of Froot Loops. Erg had to stop her from taking another portion. It was sad, but he had seen this sort of thing before. Some people, when given regular access to food after going without for so long, they just couldn't control themselves. [color=0C6598]"Wait an hour and see if your stomach handles it,"[/color] he told her. 

	[color=DAF7A6]"My stomach can handle it just fine!"[/color] Sunshine protested. She even patted her belly to make a point of it and Erg smiled, chuckling a bit. Her spirit and tenacity was winning him over. [color=DAF7A6]"So when do I get to take some fire to my face and get to be here permanently?"[/color] she couldn't help but ask. Sure, she didn't know a lot about the Morlocks but in her mind, she knew enough. She was almost an adult anyways and could make her own choices. 

	[color=0C6598]"Tonight after the supply run,"[/color] Erg told her. [color=0C6598]"I want to give the others time to decide what path is right for them."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DBA1DE]Spirit Box[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/631L8zNX/tumblr-pnctfd0c-JM1xs5njio3-500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=DBA1DE]Location:[/color][/b] Rehab 
[b][color=DBA1DE]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	[i]"Casper, pay attention!"[/i] [url=https://s1.r29static.com//bin/entry/243/720x864,85/2130027/wait-what-is-actually-going-2130027.webp]Ben[/url] snapped. Of course, no one around them in the dingy rehab facility could hear Ben. He had died years ago in New Orleans, at the hands of some human supremacists. But thanks to Casper's mutation (do [i]NOT[/i] call him Spirit Box, mind you, that name is used by his father only and he would gladly dance on the man's grave), Ben's spirit was tied to the mortal plane of existence. His afterlife was following his friend around, watching him battle with addiction. 

	Ben often wondered if this was actually hell. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"You sound like Jackie,"[/color] Casper mused. He put a fur overcoat on top of his hospital gown and wiggled his toes, looking down at his flip flops for a second. [color=DBA1DE]"These really do not go together, do they?"[/color] he said sadly. 

	[i]"Really, Cas, this is your number one priority right now?"[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"I can't just leave rehab looking like I'm homeless - I'm a mutant, not a monster!"[/color] Casper protested. He then smiled a bit at the orderly. Now, for anyone else they would have taken them back into the facility, but no matter how long Casper stayed at rehab, they always heard him talking to himself. They more or less didn't care. His trust fund paid for the visits and he didn't hurt anyone. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Do you have any boots? Leather, preferably, I think that'll look dashing with the fur,"[/color] Casper requested. The orderly looked completely resigned and nodded, grabbing a pair of black boots from the back and setting them down in front of Casper. Casper clapped his hands happily, still wearing his patient bracelet, and he quickly put on the boots. 

	[i]"You need to call Jack,"[/i] Ben reminded him. [i]"You need someplace to sleep that doesn't involve acting like a prostitute."[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"Don't be a prude, Ben. It's only prostitution if they pay you,"[/color] Casper told his dead friend, waving him off. He then took the ziplock bag of his belongings. They had added in a one month sobriety token and Casper laughed, taking it out and putting it on the counter. 

	"See you next week, Casper," the orderly said, taking the token back. Casper winked and blew him a kiss, before practically skipping out of the facility. He had put on a black skirt and he tore off the hospital gown, tossing it behind him and leaving him bare chested. [color=DBA1DE]"Oh, this feels lovely on the [i]bits[/i]... Now, what is Jackie's number again..."[/color]

	[i]"Seriously, how am I the dead one?"[/i] Ben groaned. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"White privilege?"[/color] Casper shrugged, before dialing his brother's number. It went straight to voice mail. [color=DBA1DE]"Hey Jackie! It's Casper, your favorite older brother. I just got out of rehab, yay, and I need waffles and cash. Please come get me? Ben really does not like it here and I am so tempted to go back and get that orderly's number, he was cute... Kinda wish he had been a little more handsy. Anyways, call me back little bro!"[/color]

	Ben sighed, hitting his palm against his face. Casper blew him a kiss.