No, I'm alive. I just wanted to see if someone else wanted to post first. I'll have a post up tonight if everyone is waiting for everyone else <o/
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Bonny- Why can't I stay back?
Laura- Very long speech summarizing many repeats of the mission down to a tee and what happens if she stays behind
Bonny-
Bonny- Why can't I stay back?
Laura- Very long speech summarizing many repeats of the mission down to a tee and what happens if she stays behind
Bonny-
Well, at least murder had been hashed out of the equation. Her question on why they specifically had to go into this ridiculously dangerous mission wasn’t answered (well, shark punchy lady had an answer, but she wasn’t about to take the opinion of someone she could dub ‘shark punchy lady’ very seriously). She looked a bit more relaxed once there was promise that murder would be avoided, though that only lasted for a while until the specifics of the mission were thrown in. She was going into the main building with everyone else? Was… was that even a good idea? She’d be more helpful staying behind and providing help from the safety of the mansion. Heck, in hand to hand fighting she’d be more useless than a civilian!
Before she voiced her worries on her role, someone else reasked what she had asked but in a smarter way. She hadn’t even thought about questioning if their participation had to do with their future selves, or some weird time shenanigans had to do with it. On that thought, she wondered if she could ask about the future when the mission was over. Not like, about mutantkind as a whole, but rather about videogames and TV shows and stuff. If they still had that stuff.
Oh, right. Voicing that complaint.
“I.. really don’t think I’ll be much help on the field. Wouldn’t it be better, with my skill set, for me to stay behind and help from afar? I mean really, look at these noodle arms!” she lifted one of her arms for emphasis. “They aren’t really going to do much in an infiltration scenario gone wrong.”
Before she voiced her worries on her role, someone else reasked what she had asked but in a smarter way. She hadn’t even thought about questioning if their participation had to do with their future selves, or some weird time shenanigans had to do with it. On that thought, she wondered if she could ask about the future when the mission was over. Not like, about mutantkind as a whole, but rather about videogames and TV shows and stuff. If they still had that stuff.
Oh, right. Voicing that complaint.
“I.. really don’t think I’ll be much help on the field. Wouldn’t it be better, with my skill set, for me to stay behind and help from afar? I mean really, look at these noodle arms!” she lifted one of her arms for emphasis. “They aren’t really going to do much in an infiltration scenario gone wrong.”
Bonny wasn’t one to object to an order to /not/ run headfirst towards some form of danger. She watched the others head off to deal with… whatever was happening. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to wonder in confusion; her mind lit up with an image of what was going down with the others. Thanks to one of the telepaths, she assumed. She was a little bit shocked and taken aback at what she saw- and she made a mental note not to go too too close to the one that hadn’t showed up originally. Yeesh, that was kind of scary.
Ignoring the fact that one of the other strangers had seemed to talk to thin air (she didn’t want to know at this point), Bonny followed Charles and the rest down to where they were to be briefed. She didn’t have any questions outside of “what the heck is going on”; and that question would probably be answered anyways. The visual recording that was playing in her head cut out as the group began to make their way back to the mansion, and when she arrived in the briefing room, it was only a matter of time until the rest did. She looked between everyone to make sure they were okay, and made sure to keep a little safe distance from the shark murderer.
She was rather silent at first, listening to Charles, then Nathan. Her expression grew more and more troubled as the briefing went on- they were chosen for unspecified reasons to stop the end of all natural mutants? … Them, a bunch of teenagers still in school? At that point she thought she had heard just about everything, that nothing could shake her, but then Wade threw in one last very important piece of information- they were going to murder someone. Shawn spoke up and basically voiced what she was going to say on the matter, but was shot down rather quickly.
Well, what a fun, casual little group she’d been roped into.
“Uh, yeah, I got a question at this point. Why are you gathering a bunch of teenagers that are still in school to go out on a mission to /murder/ another human being? Why specifically us? I mean, I /really/ don’t want to be even remotely responsible for the death of another human being. Or anything, really. Pacifist here. The least you could do is if we all have to assist in murder probably against our moral will is explain why everyone in this room was hand picked for this.”
Ignoring the fact that one of the other strangers had seemed to talk to thin air (she didn’t want to know at this point), Bonny followed Charles and the rest down to where they were to be briefed. She didn’t have any questions outside of “what the heck is going on”; and that question would probably be answered anyways. The visual recording that was playing in her head cut out as the group began to make their way back to the mansion, and when she arrived in the briefing room, it was only a matter of time until the rest did. She looked between everyone to make sure they were okay, and made sure to keep a little safe distance from the shark murderer.
She was rather silent at first, listening to Charles, then Nathan. Her expression grew more and more troubled as the briefing went on- they were chosen for unspecified reasons to stop the end of all natural mutants? … Them, a bunch of teenagers still in school? At that point she thought she had heard just about everything, that nothing could shake her, but then Wade threw in one last very important piece of information- they were going to murder someone. Shawn spoke up and basically voiced what she was going to say on the matter, but was shot down rather quickly.
Well, what a fun, casual little group she’d been roped into.
“Uh, yeah, I got a question at this point. Why are you gathering a bunch of teenagers that are still in school to go out on a mission to /murder/ another human being? Why specifically us? I mean, I /really/ don’t want to be even remotely responsible for the death of another human being. Or anything, really. Pacifist here. The least you could do is if we all have to assist in murder probably against our moral will is explain why everyone in this room was hand picked for this.”
Maxi… well, Maxi didn’t really look like he cared too much about the announcement. The disaster had been summed up as ‘Alliance bullshit’ (very specific, good job on that one Stryker), and the other mission was taking out an enemy and doing some relations talking bullshit. Remove the Federation stuff, replace it with Alliance stuff. Easy. From behind his glasses his expression looked incredibly unamused, but fortunately the eyewear allowed him to appear at least somewhat interested. His gaze flicked between the two others as some questions were asked and statements made- someone mentioned connections, which he only held brief interest in, and another asked about getting to know the locals. Along with the idea of steali- er, trading. Although he wasn’t a gambler, if there were any resources he could make use of, he’d love to get his hands on them. But that seemed more like an ‘investigate while there and not ask in advance’ kind of thing to him.
Even though he didn’t have any questions himself, he did choose to remain seated with his breakfast to hear everyone speak. He wasn’t an advance based soldier- he was a medic. It would be his job to deal with the injuries as they occurred (and… well, not get shot), not to go in shooting every which way. It wasn’t like asking questions would stop people from getting shot in the fight.
Even though he didn’t have any questions himself, he did choose to remain seated with his breakfast to hear everyone speak. He wasn’t an advance based soldier- he was a medic. It would be his job to deal with the injuries as they occurred (and… well, not get shot), not to go in shooting every which way. It wasn’t like asking questions would stop people from getting shot in the fight.
Well. That was… fast. Three periods in on the first day of school and she was already picked for a… mission? One of the most important missions of her life? Jeez, things needed to slow down a little. Bonny looked a tad bit shocked by the scenario she was shoved into; she looked between each person in the room, recognizing some but not the majority. Shawn from math was there, though. Him, a half metal guy, a guy with waaaaay to many weapons (was that legal? She didn’t think that many weapons would be allowed in an office setting), and several other students she hadn’t been introduced to. Oh, and Booker and Emma. Well, it looked like introductions and stuff would have to wait until after being briefed on… whatever they were going to be doing.
After she looked over everyone in the room, she directed her attention to Booker. She had questions, alright- who were these people? Why was she going on a mission so soon? Did they know she had very little to no self defense skills? Where should she put her textbook? She could mentally go on, but there was a good chance that everything she wanted answers to would be addressed either way. “Nah, I’m good. Let’s hear what’s up”. She didn’t have much to say at this point; she’d hear out the explanation for all… this, and then say anything if the need arose. Someone else, another student, made a comment about space being weird around some of the people or something. She didn't really dwell on it.
After she looked over everyone in the room, she directed her attention to Booker. She had questions, alright- who were these people? Why was she going on a mission so soon? Did they know she had very little to no self defense skills? Where should she put her textbook? She could mentally go on, but there was a good chance that everything she wanted answers to would be addressed either way. “Nah, I’m good. Let’s hear what’s up”. She didn’t have much to say at this point; she’d hear out the explanation for all… this, and then say anything if the need arose. Someone else, another student, made a comment about space being weird around some of the people or something. She didn't really dwell on it.
She picked up the little paper slip and unfolded it, looking over the details of their meetup before putting the paper in her pocket. It looked like a good time to her, unless something came up. She waved goodbye to Sally, watching her drift away on the floor (still a very cool power to have in her eyes) before popping open her textbook again. Just as she started reading, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the librarian wave to her. Bonny didn’t want to be rude, so she looked up from her textbook to return the small greeting. With that done, she went back to her book /again/- gosh, there were so many distractions today. But she was finally ready to get a good chunk of this textbook read and caught up on-
"Shawn In, Heidi Williams, Tatiana Mystikos, Chrys Corriender, Bonny Bonavide, and Rosemary. Please report to Professor Xavier's study."
… Seriously. She stared up at the nearest speaker in unamusement, as if her disappointment at the interruption could be carried straight to whoever spoke. It was like this textbook didn’t want to be read. Well, nothing she could do about it at that point. Bonny closed her textbook, tucked it under her arm and stood up from her seat. She poked around the computers for a moment to find the teacher; once she found him, she quickly explained that she was called and would come pick up the rest of her books from the classroom later. With a parting farewell of a wave, she left the library.
The walk from the library to the study was pretty uneventful, and she made her way there as quick as she could go. Only one of the people from the announcement rang a bell to her- Shawn, the guy that helped her in math. Unless there were two Shawns. That would suck. When she reached the entrance to the study, she knocked a few times on the door before opening it and slipping inside. “Yo, I was called?”
"Shawn In, Heidi Williams, Tatiana Mystikos, Chrys Corriender, Bonny Bonavide, and Rosemary. Please report to Professor Xavier's study."
… Seriously. She stared up at the nearest speaker in unamusement, as if her disappointment at the interruption could be carried straight to whoever spoke. It was like this textbook didn’t want to be read. Well, nothing she could do about it at that point. Bonny closed her textbook, tucked it under her arm and stood up from her seat. She poked around the computers for a moment to find the teacher; once she found him, she quickly explained that she was called and would come pick up the rest of her books from the classroom later. With a parting farewell of a wave, she left the library.
The walk from the library to the study was pretty uneventful, and she made her way there as quick as she could go. Only one of the people from the announcement rang a bell to her- Shawn, the guy that helped her in math. Unless there were two Shawns. That would suck. When she reached the entrance to the study, she knocked a few times on the door before opening it and slipping inside. “Yo, I was called?”
I've been a little stuck on what to post outside of basic farewells and getting back to studying. I can make a quick post to end the current interactions, continue studying, and wait until the period switches over?
Maxi had had his hands full the first few days of the week, dealing with the injured members of the crew and all. Benny had been a bit more difficult than the other; the dude had suffered some rather severe damage, and Maxi had been running around sleeplessly making sure the explosive worker got the kickstart and stabilization he had needed. The work on his patients had tapered out as the week went on; once they were stabilized, all it really took was making sure they didn’t, well… die. Which was pretty easy once they were in the green zone. Outside of keeping two of the crew members alive and (somewhat) well, Maxi had taken some time to work in the lab. Mix some chemicals, run some tests on the efficiency of the chemicals in the med bay, and so on.
He had just finished his rather routine checkup on his patient's vitals when the speaker system sparked to life. For once, it interested him- an explanation on the bullshit that happened earlier in the week. He had to go get breakfast anyways, so once he was wrapped up on his work he made his way to the meeting area. His cube followed him, as always.
By the time he got there, a good chunk of the rest of the crew was already there and had fixed up some sort of a breakfast. He headed over to the drawers, grabbed various food items at utter random, and put his food down at the closest open seat. He nibbled on a bagel as he waited for Stryker to announce what the fuck had actually gone down a week ago.
He had just finished his rather routine checkup on his patient's vitals when the speaker system sparked to life. For once, it interested him- an explanation on the bullshit that happened earlier in the week. He had to go get breakfast anyways, so once he was wrapped up on his work he made his way to the meeting area. His cube followed him, as always.
By the time he got there, a good chunk of the rest of the crew was already there and had fixed up some sort of a breakfast. He headed over to the drawers, grabbed various food items at utter random, and put his food down at the closest open seat. He nibbled on a bagel as he waited for Stryker to announce what the fuck had actually gone down a week ago.
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