[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] Asteroid M 
[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 received Mary's message and her eyes widened. It was all for a game? There wasn't even a good reason behind it - [i]it was just a game?![/i] As repulsive and disgusting as that was, it then prompted another question - who was running the game? Who was awarding the points? And who else was playing? It sent a shiver down her spine, imagining people going around killing mutants for sport. There was something callous about it, something that made her want to wretch. She'd rather face off against the villains with convictions than ones like these. 

	They'd need to find that out - they'd need to find out who was running this. But for now, they had to save everyone they could. Finding this game master would have to wait. 

	[color=cc33ff]"It's a game. They're killing everyone for points,"[/color] Guin muttered to her companions, filling them in as they reached Anne Cortez. 

	The room was [i]wrecked[/i] - Cortez's sister was blasting everything in sight, and the equipment was ruined, up in flames. Even Guin, with all of her talents when it came to technology, couldn't help but be nervous that they'd manage to salvage any of this. Bethany restrained Sister Cortez and Peregrine made a ghostly apparition ready to attack should she not comply. [color=cc33ff]"I'll see if there's anything I can do. But we might... ugh... we might need Magneto on this."[/color]

	[i][color=cc33ff]Systems are trashed. Doing what I can. Magneto might need to fly the station to safety - maybe park on the moon?[/color][/i]

[hider=Roll Request]Oh boy. Tech support is here. 
Skills: Electronics and Computers, Problem Solving, Perception, Mechanics, Engineering Design[/hider][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.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]	The situation had gone from okay to worse. Everything in the room was destroyed, and they were having a hard time believing that [i]any[/i] of it could be fixed. Even Guin and Mira probably couldn't do it. And then Cortez's sister, Bethany and Perry had her under control, but was it already too late? Was this station bound to explode, to crash into the Earth? How many were going to die?

	And then there was what Guin said - that this was just a game to them, that their motivations were solely around winning [i]points[/i]. It was horrifying. Neil had never fought against people like this before, people who had such a disregard for life that it was just a game, just something to pass the time with. Even the murderers in their family had more respect for life, honoring it in their own twisted ways. 

	They didn't know what they were going to do. 

	They didn't know how to fix this.