Washington D.C.: September 7th, 2020 - 12:15 PM
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground - D.C. Station
Skills: Leadership, Perception
Havok scoffed, rolling his eyes at the antics of the two women - though Negasonic seemed to be enjoying them, at least briefly. The mutant teen was holding a finger up as she typed away on her phone, likely texting her girlfriend who was attending Xavier's Institute up in New York.
"Sapphire wishes she could give me blue balls," Havok quipped.
"Havok, there is young one!" Colossus complained, sighing. He then saw his mentee texting and he shook his head.
"Phone will rot brain," he scolded, taking the device away from Negasonic.
"Are you all finished?" Veil asked, maintaining eye contact with Havok. He sighed and nodded.
"Sorry..." "Heard but not accepted," Veil said briskly. She then stood on a stool, that way everyone could hear and see her. Some of the refugees that had come to the meeting were sitting down. In the corner, two little kids were playing tag and giggling. It brought a slight smile to her face, seeing that life went on.
"Sage at the Atlanta Station managed to intercept some Purifier communications and gave them to Havok on last night's drop off. From what we can tell, it looks like they're intending to raid Skyrise Apartments - they're known to be mutant friendly. Any mutants will probably be flushed out just in time for the police to come due to an anonymous tip." "We need to evacuate everyone we can from the apartments before that happens. Sapphire, Spark Plug, Colossus, Havok, and I will be going. Sunspot and Cannonball are remaining behind to make sure that we're secure. Negasonic, you're on training duty today - make sure our refugees are prepared." "Any questions?"
Sunshine
Location: Millennium Plaza
Skills: People Reading, Street Smarts
Sunshine glanced in through the glass window of the nail salon again, meeting Leighton's eyes. Her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust, recognizing her type. Not only was she privileged enough to get to waste money on her nails, but she also had an attitude about her that Sunshine couldn't quite stand. She clenched her fists for a moment, debating whether or not to give her a literal migraine - but her stomach grumbled.
Inside the nail salon,
Trish Tilby of CBNC News was on the screen. She was standing outside of Congress in Washington D.C., speaking with an aged bald man in wheelchair. In the background, protesters for and against mutant rights shouted and waved signs aggressively at each other.
"Professor Xavier, can you tell us about what just happened with regard to the Senate's Mutant Affairs Committee?" "Well, currently I have been discussing with Congress about potentially creating a Mutant Rights Act of sorts." “What about reports of increasing mutant terrorist activity, such as the Brotherhood?” Trish asked.
"We know of these potential threats, however many need to understand that is a minority of sorts when it comes to the mutant population as a whole. There are also those who seek to prevent the Brotherhood and others from accomplishing their goals." "Tắt đi, cô gái," one of the nail salon workers said, rolling her eyes at the screen. A petite looking girl jumped up and grabbed the remote, changing the channel to sports. Outside of the nail salon, Sunshine was still battling with her stomach. There was a sandwich shop a few doors down and the aroma was incredibly enticing. She glanced down at her hands, little wisps of green appearing. It'd be quick, she promised herself, in and out...
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