[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 - 11:00 AM[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][b][i]Homeless Shelter - Mutant Friendly:[/i][/b]

	Havok rolled his eyes at Spark Plug. [color=FAFD95]"The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma,"[/color] he told her with a wink, quoting the legendary Patrick Star from [i]Spongebob[/i]. He was mostly talk when it came to things like this, only ever really showing genuine feelings for the daughter of Magneto, Lorna Dane. Sometimes he got a bit jealous of the guy she liked to hang around with the light powers - Eclipse - but the two of them were more or less solid. They were constantly on and off again, but never really pursued anyone else but each other. Maybe if they were at the same Underground cell, things would be different. 

	He shrugged a bit. [color=FAFD95]"I think so - but it doesn't really matter what I think,"[/color] he told her. [color=FAFD95]"Everyone is going to have different ideas on how to lead - hell, look at my brother. Cyclops is literally the [i]worst[/i] but when he led the X-Men, they still managed to save the day. So does that mean he's a bad leader? I don't know... I think just follow your heart and your gut, Spark Plug. That's all anyone can really expect of you."[/color]

	They then arrived at the same homeless shelter Anastasia had been at a little under half an hour ago now. There were some trucks parked out front and the door to the main entrance had been propped open. 

[b][i]The Surface - Sidewalk Outside the National Zoo:[/i][/b]

	Using powers out in the open in an area hostile to mutants, such as Washington D.C., is never the best idea. Max, Leighton, and Jack had been lucky that no one had spotted them just yet - but as Max turned himself into a regular Sherlock Holmes, a pair of dads taking their families to the zoo spotted him using his powers. Now, most people would think this wouldn't be a problem - it was just a wardrobe change, right? But to these people, they just saw a mutant near the zoo, the zoo where their children were about to spend the day and that was unacceptable. 

	Their wives called the police, ushering their children to "safety" inside of the zoo and telling the officer on the line that Max had [i]threatened[/i] them. The men started running in the direction of Jack and Leighton, attempting to catch Max and figure out where exactly he went. 
	
[b][i]The Sewers - Location Unknown...:[/i][/b]

	[i]"You're going the wrong way,"[/i] a voice whispered in his mind. He'd never heard this voice before, but Max (henceforth called STITCH :P ) would be able to figure out that it was most likely Grimlock, the non-verbal girl he had met before. And then, as if a file transfer was being completed, he would suddenly have a little mental map of how to get back to the Morlock tunnels in his head. It wouldn't be permanent and would fade away after about thirty minutes, but that is more than enough time to find his way back to the others. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=935DB8]Veil[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PrX86Zbm/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=935DB8]Location:[/color][/b] Jail
[b][color=935DB8]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception[hr][/center]	[color=935DB8]"Speak for yourself, Saph, I am a spring chicken,"[/color] Veil said jokingly, despite the fact that Sapphire was a year her younger. She giggled a bit at her friend's comment and the way Sapphire was reacting, even though it hurt to breathe after the thorough beating the police had given her. She knew that it easily could have been worse if they were running one of the Underground cells further south - she dreaded to imagine her odds of being alive if they had been in Alabama and not D.C. Of course, she hadn't taken this job because she wanted it to be easy - she was here to help mutants in need in a way that the X-Men never could. 	

	She smirked a little bit, not needing telepathy or anything to take a guess at the thoughts running through Sapphire's mind. She had never seen the Ice Queen blush this much before in her life - though it was also a bit weird to see her as a brunette. It was as if Sapphire had decided to become the personification of caramel in Veil's mind. [color=935DB8]"Go on,"[/color] Veil prompted her. [color=935DB8]"Would you rather sleep with Iron Man or Freddie Flynn?"[/color] She was a bit curious to see if Sapphire would actually fess up there. No matter which way she answered, though, Veil was going to have a giggling fit. Either she chose to marry Freddie Flynn in this little game or she would chose to have relations with him. 

	There were some footsteps outside of their cell, but they quickly passed. Sapphire's daring knight of a potential boyfriend wasn't there to rescue them yet. Veil mostly just hoped that Spark Plug was okay - that she and the others had made it back to base. Hopefully none of them would do anything stupid in a rescue attempt, since that would just draw more attention to the Underground - an organization that operated best when it [i]wasn't[/i] out in the open. [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] People Reading [hr][/center]	Erg gave James a nod, quickly considering what he had said - they would need two people to assist him. Blink would be holding the portal open, meaning that she wouldn't be able to really help with the physical movement of items. And as much as he hated Jack, Jack's ability to morph his features was useful for supply runs if anything went wrong. [color=0C6598]"You, Blink, Stretch, and Sunshine,"[/color] he considered, before looking at the girl and deciding that even though she was feisty, they might want some more muscle on the job. [color=0C6598]"See if you can persuade one or two others to come with you as well - but no more than two more. A large group can prove challenging."[/color]

	[color=0C6598]"Once Stretch returns from fraternizing with surface dwellers, you should head out,"[/color] Erg said, his voice making clear [i]exactly[/i] how he felt about Jack's double life. To him, the Morlocks were meant to be separate with no ties to the world above. Their supply runs were the main time when they ventured into the city, though there wasn't a thing that went on in Washington D.C. that Erg didn't know about. Jack was different - he continued to work as a private investigator, having his life above and his life below. Once of these days, he would have to choose - and Erg hoped that the day would come sooner rather than later. 	

	[color=DAF7A6]"That's why you hate him then? You think he's a risk,"[/color] Sunshine observed, looking at Erg. Although most people underestimated her, she had a knack for reading people. She didn't need to know Erg's life story to see that to him, Jack was jeopardizing everything the Morlocks had by refusing to pick a side. Jack reminded her a bit of protagonists in novels like that, trapped between two worlds and trying to have it all. She had watched [i]the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina[/i] on a computer in a library where some idiot hadn't logged out of their Netflix and this seemed to be the same sort of thing - the Path of Light v the Path of Night, only here it was the Morlocks or the Surface. 

	[color=0C6598]"That is neither here nor there, Little One,"[/color] Erg warned her, his patience with Sunshine seemingly finally wearing thin. 

	Sunshine just sort of shrugged. [color=DAF7A6]"I'm almost an adult - so not really a little one. Also, you saying that makes me more convinced that it's true. I bet you don't like the X-Men or anything either,"[/color] she told him matter of factly. It didn't matter too much to her though what Erg's opinions were on the so called mutant question. The Morlock community was safe and had everything she needed to survive - and although she would never admit it, she had the chance to belong to something again. She hadn't belonged anywhere since the Purifiers torched her apartment building, sending the people she chose as her family to Mutant Super Max and her to juvenile detention. 

	[color=DAF7A6]"But what do I know?"[/color] she said rhetorically. [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] Sephora 
[b][color=DBA1DE]Skills:[/color][/b] Mediumship, Fashion, Deception, Psychology, Acting[hr][/center]	Casper did a little bit of a twirl as he entered the Sephora, breathing in the perfumes and letting out a happy sigh. This was the place where dreams came true. People came inside, wanting to let their inner beauty shine through with the help of some cosmetics and as if a magic wand was waved, their wildest dreams came true. He used to beg his mother to take him to Sephora for his birthdays and even though she was raised in an old fashioned, strict household, she figured that wanting to wear make up wasn't the worst thing her son could be up to. He then chuckled a bit, remembering how angry she had gotten when someone questioned why Casper was there - she had beaten them up and gotten him this sparkly pink eyeshadow he had his eye on. 

	[i]"Casper, you don't have any money,"[/i] Ben reminded him, really hoping that he wasn't going to shoplift. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"You don't need that here,"[/color] Casper reminded his friend, looking around for a moment. He had never had a job in his life and he managed to get plenty of drugs. Sure, his trust fund paid for rehab but his father didn't let him touch it otherwise, convinced that Casper needed to [i]"get clean!"[/i] and [i]"contribute to society!"[/i] All he needed to do was sell someone an experience and he would walk out with... his eyes kept on wandering, until he saw some particularly dashing purple lip gloss. Yes, he would end up with that before the hour was up. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Watch and learn, Benjamin,"[/color] he told his friend. 

	[i]"You're going to get arrested..."[/i] Ben sighed. [i]"Why do I even bother trying to help you?"[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"Because you have nothing else better to do?"[/color] Casper pointed out. 

	There were a fair amount of customers in the store and Casper spotted an old white woman looking a little bit lost. Her purse only snapped shut in the middle, something that Casper took as a win. Old ladies always carried cash on them and he walked in that direction, making like he was heading over to get some mascara and he bumped into her, knocking the purse to the ground. [color=DBA1DE]"Oh dear, I am so sorry!"[/color] Casper exclaimed, picking up the purse and handing it to her. 

	"Watch where you're going!" the old woman snapped, taking her purse and walking off in a huff. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Thank you, Mrs. Crabby Pants,"[/color] Casper whispered to himself. He had managed to grab four twenties out of her purse and he grinned, quickly folding up the cash and he walked on over to the lipsticks. Grabbing the purple shade he had been admiring, he took the tube up to the counter and paid for it. 

	[i]"You literally stole from an old lady..."[/i] Ben sighed. [i]"Really. That's up there with taking candy from babies!"[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"Babies don't eat candy - they can't, they don't have teeth yet,"[/color] Casper reminded his friend. [color=DBA1DE]"So honestly, I would probably do that - consider it a public service."[/color]