[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Blackbird
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy 
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	Guin snorted somewhat derisively at Max's admission that he had just assumed. [color=cc33ff]"Well, I'm billing you for those suits. Maybe next time just have your new rags appear in a box right by us, instead of disappearing suits that were specifically designed for us [i]and[/i] didn't feature patriotic propaganda. Besides, I thought you'd consider yourself to be Genoshan."[/color] She probably shouldn't have said the next bit, but she was feeling irritated with him. Irritated with everyone, really. And stressed. [color=cc33ff]"Or did that end when the island did?"[/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]I'm getting cranky. I'm gonna be a huge bitch. So distract me somewhat. Where is it you wanted to go on vacation?[/i][/color] Guin telepathically whispered back to Pietro. [i]Only she didn't use the word bitch - she used the c word.[/i] 

	Most of the people on the ship seemed to want to continue just chatting about strategy for once they were inside. She got the impulse, but she was feeling antsy as well. The longer the ship hovered there, the more likely that Magneto would detect it - and with just one thought, he could kill them all. She had to hope that if he noticed them, he'd choose to be more dramatic about things and give them a fighting chance. [color=cc33ff]"Look, we can chat more about what powers people can use once we're on the station. Every second we sit here is another second that Magneto can crush and kill us with a thought. I'm going to contact Mare, see if she can get to the docking bay. Either we dock the ship there or we use the escape pods."[/color]

	Guin then put a hand to her temple, and she concentrated, hoping it'd be easier to cut through and reach Mary now. [color=cc33ff][i]Mare, you there? We need an assist. Can you get to the docking bay and lower the shields or doors or whatever the fuck they're using to seal it off? We gotta land the ship - or jettison ourselves out in the pods.[/i][/color]

	The other option would be to try to space walk over to the station, but that still likely would require some help from the inside to board. 

[hider=Roll Request]Guin is trying to send that telepathic message above[/hider][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/61/0f/78610f71429e2863b08dcca4b724f649.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Asteroid
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil appreciated the comfort Annie offered him, but he was sad at the same time to know that they hadn't met his other self. As much as the realization he was on the cusp of terrified him... he knew he wanted it all the same. He just hadn't found the courage to admit it, to himself more than to others. 

	They caught up with Bethany, finding themselves in a room that had a few computers in it. Neil naively thought for a moment that this might've been the main security room, before Mira mentioned that it wasn't. But that it could still be useful. He wasn't a techie himself, so he trusted her explanation and didn't think about it too hard. It was right. It had to be. Mira said it. But just as Mira got to work, the sound of footsteps were approaching. Nothing could ever be easy. At least Bethany had already figured out who was and wasn't on the station. 

	[color=12ABB0]"If your thing doesn't work, we have to make sure Mira has the time she needs,"[/color] Neil whispered. [color=12ABB0]"Even if it means a fight."[/color]