10794/Sanctum Visits

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Sanctum Visits
Date of Scene: 20 January 2020
Location: Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor
Synopsis: It's a busy night at Sanctum Santoroum.
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre, Doctor Strange, Phantasm (Drago), Petra Emreis, Magik




Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
There seems to always be someone at Sanctum Santorum. Whether it's Wong or someone else. Like a very pale redhead that has been in for most of the afternoon going through books, "I need to learn Latin." the Irish woman mutters to herself as she decides to take a break from said going through books. Morrigan was dressed in a black dress and a red sweater coat. Her long hair was done and a little mussed from running her hand through it a lot while studying. She's currently standing near the doorway to the living room with a to go cup of coffee and staring off into the distance.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    The Sorcerer Supreme has been rather absent of late as well as Wong having gone on sabbatacal or something like that for quite a while. Some days the sanctum can feel quite empty and other days it feels like it's the middle of mardi gras.

    In the middle of the living room of the sanctum, or the main common room, there's an odd ripple in reality above the coffee table and a black dot appears and seems to grow and unfold out of reality until, sitting in the air, cross legged is Stephen Strange, with his hands on his knees in meditation and his eyes closed in deepest thought.

    Strange snaps his eyes open and is quickly taking in a sharp breath as he recovers from the transportation.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The door to the sanctum opens up, exposing Nick to the inhabitants of the Sanctum. No longer in the Sunday attire Strange saw Nick in just earlier that day, Nick has instead switched out to his more dressed down attire. Goodwill's finest solid colored clothing possible. Plus knit cap. In his gloved hand is a narrow white bag with the red labeling and the icon of a mortar and pistil on it. The face however, says it all. Not surprise, but more defeat.

He sighs, stepping in, looking to the others curiously as he rolls up the bag, shoving it and instructions into his pocket.

Petra Emreis has posed:
As Mystic draws in New York went, the Sanctum was certainly one of the big ones. Petra might have only been in the U.S. for about a week or so but...well, space and location wasn't exactly much of a limitation to the place. For such a formal place, one might expect some sort of more formal or at least mystical attire...but Petra obviously didn't quite think that far ahead.

When the ashen-haired woman steps through the door next from another space, she's simply dressed in black slacks and a button-up white shirt. It looked almost business-y, but truth be told it was more a product of limited choice. Her eyes move over the space for a moment, looking over both it and the other 'patrons' in turn, but Morrigan's comment catches her ears and she chuckles a little. "There's always another dead language we don't know out there."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan blinks and takes a step back when the black dot appears and starts to grow, "If that's a big frog from a different universe with Jason you can spit him out somewhere else." she grumps. She manages to keep her coffee cup from slipping from her hand. She's not an amateur. When it's Strange there's a shake of her head, "You okay there?" she asks after the sharp breath he takes. Then her bright violet gaze flicks to the two new entrants and there's a dip of her head to them, "Evening." she offers. "And yeah, I've been thinking I need to pick up about five or six more." she tells Petra with a smile.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen lowers his feet after hoving a few feet over so that he doesn't uncurl onto a table, and with his feet firmly on the ground, Stephen looks to Morrigan and nods, "Learning new languages helps quite a bit, but do be mindful at first, when you think you know, but truly you do not." Then Stephen turns his head to Petra and nods to the new arrival before looking with a glance of his grey eyes towards Nick.

    "Welcome to the Sanctum everyone, I know not why you're hear, just that you are..." The wizard whispers.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If anyone needs to tell 'Yo Mama' jokes in the dialect of Sharktopus-Rex (Tyranasharktopus? Sharanatopus? Doesn't matter. Its dead) Then Nick is apparently your guy. However, this is not something voiced aloud by the musician. Nick looks over to Strange, "Looks like you didn't have to make that one trip." He looks to the group, "Hey guys, I'm Nick. Any of you guys named Illyana?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
Why was Petra here? There's a momentary bite of her lip in consideration. Curiousity sounded like a rather off-hand answer, but it wasn't far from the truth. "I'd heard about this place a while back in my travels but hadn't quite made it this far before," she speaks, nodding to Morrigan's answer with a smile and then shaking her head to Nick's question.

"My name is Petra, I came to see what you possess here, and what I might be able to peek at or study while I am 'in town' as it were."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan looks back to the Sorceror Supreme and there's a half smile, "I'm not trying to get in over my head just yet. Still taking baby steps when it comes to anything regarding magics and learning." she admits. Then she looks to the others and there's a smile, "Welcome, I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. It's nice to meet you Nick and Petra." she nods her head to that. "Nope, names not Illyana." she shakes her head to that.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well so much for the quick possible explanation for being her- A brow arches up as Morrigan states her title.

"...What type of Doctor?" Nick asks curiously.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to Nick when he asks her the question, "I'm a Doctor of Pathology and Hematology. I head up the Pathology department at Mount Sinai currently." she tells him. "And what do you do, Nick?" she asks him. Apparently the woman doesn't know a stranger from the way she talks to people.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I distract others." Nick replies succinctly, covering both his career and most of his powers in one go.

Nick considers the answer, which takes some time because he's not as familiar with the topic material. "So, blood and-" He pauses, "Path- Feel-disease. Blood and Diseases?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a nod to Nick after a sip of her quickly cooling coffee, "Aye. Blood and Disease." she dips her head to that as she looks at Nick. "Distraction can be useful in a lot of situations." she states. "And trying to do all kinds of research on all the weird that the cops decide to pass through my office when they can't figure it out." she chuckles.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The musican looks to Morrigan, "How do you feel about field trips to likely illegal laboratories to make sure what's in there won't inadvertently kill the general population?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to the younger man and there's a bit of a hand wobble, "I'm not really a breaking and entering type of gal." she tells him. "But, as long as it isn't Lex Corp I'd be happy to take a look at things." she tells him with a smile. "I've done a lot of weird stuff the last year, so doing that wouldn't be that much of a change." she muses.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Iiii don't think it's Lex Corp." Nick assures, "Not enough branding inside."

Nick glances to Dr. Strange before looking to Morrigan, "Unlike him, I might need a contact number for you for when we have transportation inside secured. Hopefully it'll be a very boring trip."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Yeah, Sorcerors have their ways of getting ahold of people. I'm still learning." Morrigan admits to that. "And yeah, Lex likes his branding." she muses as she sips her coffee. Then there's a bit of a nod, "If others don't mind having another along, I'd be happy to help." she states. Then she's digging a case out of her pocket and a card is produced and handed over to him. "If you need it for anything else feel free to call as well." she tells him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yeah... They also don't seem to need spare keys." Nick mutters, looking over at Strange before heading over to take the offered card. Looking to the number before sliding it into his pocket. "I'd probably be good to make sure we don't make things worse by doing stuff there."

Nick nods, stepping back, "Alright, just need to confirm the location, find an Illyana, get Hogarth's butt involved, and I think... that'll be something to work with." He gives a slight nod, "Ok. This is starting to sound more like a plan."

Magik has posed:
Bleecker Street counts as one of Illyana's haunts. It just happens the better part of the dimension doesn't know a highly paranoid sorceress dwells within view of prime magical real estate. Visits to the Sanctum Sanctorum have been curiously rare in recent weeks, but the Russian blonde darkens that doorstep all the same. Whatever else the wards detect, they might relay some peculiar, particular developments about the Demon Queen. Still infernally charged, her soul split between the immense dichotomy of the Vishanti on one side, and their dark siblings-cousins (divine heritage is weird, okay?) on the other side.

Why she chooses to darken a doorstep is a matter of a box. A box from Katz's Deli, where the difficulties of acquiring a famous pastrami sandwich are legendary. Is it line cutting if you can scare everyone else ahead of you? Is it really a sandwich? Does a sandwich need a knotted ribbon and three glyphs to seal it? Who knows. But she stops at the doors. Knocking is appropriate.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"My ex just sorta showed up or notes appeared before he did. So, I absolutely understand the gripe there." Morrigan laughs as she remembers Mister Blood's entrances. There's a sadness that passes over her face, but, it fades quickly. "Ah, Hogarth will be involved. Excellent." she smiles to that. Hey, she knew that guy! "Is there a chance of injury or anything like that? Contamination of any kind?" she asks him. Then she looks to the sound of the knocking, "Not it." she states. "Strange?" she looks back to him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I THINK he'll be involved." Nick replies, glancing around, "I- don't exactly have his number but I figure he'd eventually come back here if I wait long enough. Or perhaps someone who LIVES here could just relay the message." Hint hint.
Hint.

...
Hint.

"Well, there were things that were feeling exceptionally murdery last time I was there but I THINK we got them." His head turns, looking to the door, then to Morrigan, and then, Strange. "Should I be concerned that the door didn't open for them like it did for me?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
Seemingly, Petra had gotten lost in the library...which wouldn't be all that suprising for people if they knew her. With a pair of books under her arm and another in her hand, the white-haired girl reenters the room, looking up from the passage she was scanning to catch the end of the discussion. It didn't mean anything to her, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious.

Magik has posed:
Will the door open of its own accord or hold firm? Illyana waits on the step with her box containing a potential sandwich, or perhaps a devious, infernal creation that needs seals and binding to keep from corrupting the city. She stands patiently with her hooded gaze remote, giving the impression someone dropped off a statue c/o Stephen Strange, no COD.

If it opens though, she steps within the building. A brief glance about informs her for much of what she needs to know. People within; familiar symbol on high; pressure of atmospheres shifting. The gilded fringe of her bangs strays as she tips her head. "Delivery," she explains rather tersely, holding up the box. "A bad time?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to the other two and then sighs, "One second." she muses then she's heading for the door to open it, but it opens for the woman that's on the other side and she returns to where she was standing. "Don't think it's a bad time." the redhead states with a nod of greeting. "If you're looking for Strange he's through here." she nods to the living room.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the door belatedly opens, Nick steps over, looking to the blonde that comes in carrying a box. "Hi," the knit-capped planner greets, head tilting curiously, "Is your name Illyana by any chance?"

Magik has posed:
A curt nod from Illyana indicates familiarity. She holds the box at her side without any hesitation, no suggestion she might just shove it at the nearest pair of willing hands and cut her losses. The slow travel of arctic-pale blue eyes from Morrigan to Nick gives a clear indication of a center of gravity yanked sidelong, measured and landing upon him. Her stance shifts but a fraction, resting on her heel. "Who are you?" Oh, friendly, this one. Might as well just imagine her as a hedgehog rolling up defensively to present prickles, or a wolverine-sized hedgehog with a temperament of grinding glaciers. "We met with the dragon. Fafnir." She glances back to Morrigan. "We have not, have we?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
The newcommer has Petra stepping to the side, shifting and juggling her armload of books for a moment before snapping the one she'd been reading closed and bracing the trio against her front beneath folded arms. Seems 'Illyana' had been found, bringing her own delivery no less, but Petra just offers a little nervous smile of greeting.

After all, the Sorceress had only been in the country for a little while, she wasn't exactly well caught up on the local magicians.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's bright violet gaze shifts between Illyana and Nick and there's a bit of a headshake, "No, we've not met. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre." she offers to the newly arrived woman. "I should get back to my studies in a moment, but if anyone needs me just yell." she states. "Or well...don't yell. Don't want to scare anyone." she chuckles.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick blinks. "Drag-" He pauses, eyes rolling up. Right. The blonde with the sword. "Ah. Sorry. I don't think names were exchanged then. With the whole, dragon-thing. I'm Nick."

The musician looks to Strange questionably before looking back to Illyana, "So, is that a yes on you being Illyana?"

Magik has posed:
For a single moment, there might be no answer at all. Illyana has the uncanny ability to remain completely still when she likes, other than the essential act of breathing. Breathing is, however, shallow and controlled. So the blinks are slowed, too, as it turns out to be useful. "Doctor MacIntyre." For all that accent owes its origins as deep in Russia as one can get, her English pronunciation comes with abject perfection. It might have skipped out from Cambridge with a whistle-stop tour of the Home Counties. "Illyana Rasputina." Ra-ra-Rasputin.

No title is immediately given, since the formality is shifting back and forth. "You were innovative with the cryptid," she says to Nick. "The city is not in ashes, da?" Damning praise it is not, but carefully measured as though words are going out of style. Petra earns a nod, crisp and perfunctory, but not dauntingly cold.

Petra Emreis has posed:
A little shift nervously in the corner, Petra gives a soft cough. "So...it sounds like things have been eventful in this place?" she questions from the backline, leaning herself against the nearby wall. Her accent? It sounded noticably British, upper-class and likely as much something practiced as it was natural these days. "A dragon threatening the city isn't something particularly common I would hope."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan looks down to her cellphone that's in her pocket and there's a bit of a frown, "Apologies, work calls." she states in her accented tone. "It was good to meet you, Illyana. I'm sure we'll run across each other in here more often." she dips her head to her. "Petra, Nick, have a good evening." she tells them. Then the woman with the weird eyes is heading off to take her phone call.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Innovative..." Nick repeats, the word rolling on his tongue as he determines the feel. "I'd rather it have been effective. But true. The city is still around." Thanks to everyone else who was there.

He glances away from Illyana towards Petra.

"Dragons aren't THAT common here." He assures. Well, in that form at least. "It kind of varies."

Nick looks to the departing Morrigan, "Until later, Doctor."

Magik has posed:
"No," agrees Illyana. Morrigan's departure has a swift nod to bid her on her way. She crosses the floor with precise, purposeful strides that deliver her to the other room where that box is unceremoniously put on a table with a sharp, Russian-inflected command. <Stay put.>

Whether Katz's deli makes sandwiches with living animals or they self-animate after the fact, someone properly ought to check.

"It is handled," she says with a small shrug of her shoulders. It may not be the sammich being blamed here. "What are you doing?" Oh, small talk.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well." Nick claps his hands together, "Speaking of Large creatures that should not be in the city, that's actually the reason why I'd like to talk to you Illyana."

He glances over to the box, partly seeing if it moves at all, "It seems that there was a lab doing some stuff they weren't supposed to be doing and some their projects got out. Those projects were taken care of but we probably need to get a group to pop over there to make sure there's nothing else that might kill everyone in the general area."

Magik has posed:
Illyana isn't the chatty sort. At least not without a lot of vodka or other immeasurable sources of amusement. She can convey a hell of a lot in the lift of her brow or a tilt of her head, which are given to Nick with that sort of measured restraint on par with an iron fist around her emotions. "I see." Oh, damning if it weren't so short.

"Dead or contained?" So simple, that.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick pauses, thinking to the fight, grimacing. He shakes his head, "-dead."

Magik has posed:
"Dead creature. A 'project.'" Illyana parses over these facts, and then crosses her arms over her chest, giving Nick a look as long as a Siberian winter and not a great deal warmer, wobbly polar-region vortex or not. Slender fingers brace against the sleeves of her corded sweater. "Describe the creature. Corporeal? Human? Chimera, human and other materials mixed? They were sentient, hostile, afraid?"

Such simple inquiries. "This is not much detail."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick nods, closing his eyes in recollection. "I think the term used in response to the description last time was chimeras. First one spotted, spider, tiger mixture, highly hostile. Second one spotted, octopus, shark, T-Rex mixture, highly hostile, shot off lightning. Intent on killing anything and everything in sight. I think there was a third but did not see it. The others came across it. There were other tubes but they were not broken and it appeared everything was shut off so those were ignored at the time."

Magik has posed:
"Combining aggressive or dangerous animals with highly desirable toxic, venomous or poisonous qualities in one. Lightning?" She tilts her head to consider. "Genetic augmentation. Magical grafting. These are not things which should be released." Never mind Limbo has its fair share of weird, to say nothing of the other dimensions. Illyana dips her chin an inch or two. "The lab must be checked. That is a baseline. Other possible sources for this problem? Who?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head, "That I don't know. Best I could do for you is sketch out what I remember of the inside."

"As for the location, I didn't get in or out by traditional means but I think I know where we can come across someone who did."

Magik has posed:
"Seeing it is enough." A bit haughty, if it were not delivered so factually, in line with 'my hair is blonde' or 'Nick wears pants.' Illyana doesn't do verbose or ostentatious, it seems, leaving that to the others. Even in the Sanctum Sanctorum, that is saying something.

"A sketch. Describing it. Who else was there?" The lead is something to latch onto, and her curiosity is piqued from a remote distance. She slowly draws a breath, holding it for three seconds longer than needed. It breaks the pace, and then slips out. "This is not a risk this very moment, yes?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I think the guy was called 'Kid'." Nick answers, "I don't know the woman's name though." He sighs, "We're short on at least a couple people right now. What I can do is get started on some sketches. When I'm done and rested up, we can get the group together and head over. Sound good?"

Magik has posed:
"Yes. I will help you. Just call." Odd statement there but Illyana thoughtfully pats her pocketless pants. That's not going to do. A frown settles in as she looks up. "The house will not like me using better means. Here, I should have paper." She doesn't have business cards. But she can write down a phone number.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick pulls out Morrigan's card and hands it towards Illyana, before pulling out the ever-ready pen celebrity-dom has taught him. "Here. Write on this." He offers, "I need to call the Doctor as well when we're ready."

Magik has posed:
Numbers spin out in quick order. Nothing weird; a New York City area code. She looks at the card, slides the pen away in... where?

There is no where. "I will follow up. And tell the Doctor hello." Her mouth lifts in a ghostly trail of a smile. "Soon."

That's all she gives Nick for farewell, headed out the doors.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to the card that eventually makes it to his hand as watches Illyana head out the door. His hand slides the card into his pocket, crinkling the medicine bag in the process. Well, considering how he momentarily thought the conversation was going to go, his meeting was a success. "Guess it's time to get sketching." He murmurs, heading out as well. His own way.