1177/Things you find in the drain.

Things you find in the drain.
Date of Scene:	28 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	1075, Gambit

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Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Police have been reporting disturbances in the area, a hideous spider creature that has been terrifying people. The kind of freaky monster that no one would mind if it disappeared. Graydon Creed, for all of his fancy suits and million dollar houses, is still the son of Sabertooth and he likes to get his hunt on almost as much as his father does.

He's supposedly in a meeting right now as far as the rest of the world knows but instead he stalks through the sewers of the undercity in the pitch darkness wearing combat boots, BDU pants sealed to be waterproof, a bullet resistant vest and a silver body suit under all that which seals his skin up inside a protective layer to keep the filth off. The only thing left exposed is his face. He wears top of the line low-light goggles as he moves through the darkness seeing the world through the green tint of night-vision.

As for weapons he brings a dart gun with enough tranquilizer dart in a tranq gun to put down an elephant, a set of carbon fiber knife composites that can cut through steel and a heavy duty taser. No actual firearms though. His greatest weapon? That's what's in the box. He finds a nice open junction in the sewer and sets out the bait. A fully cooked roasted turkey dinner and honey ham. Then he positions himself with his back to a corner of the room and waits for the only pleasant smell in the sewer to spread down the tunnels.

Gambit has posed:
Having slipped out of the subway after her run in with the Thundercat and two X-Men, Rose, now with Bobby's old, bigger and much cleaner hoodie on, has sequestered herself in the sewer system and is still learning how to use, control and live life with her new, larger, and although heavier body, is somehow fast and more nimble with these changes.

Hanging upside down in a dark damp corner, Rose's nose smells the turkey dinner, and slowly starts to move towards it.

Curious

Cautious

HUNGRY

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Graydon creed kneels in his corner, unmoving, controlling his breath, slowing his heart rate, in an almost meditation like state where his senses are sharpened to their fullest. He listens for any strange sounds past the drip, drip, drip of the water. He centers himself, feeling alive, feeling excited at the prospect of the kill for the first time in years. He hasn't been able to get in many hunting trips as a senator. The hunt, the thrill of hand to hand combat aroused him in every way right down to the core of his being. He may be a man full of hate, driven by obsession, but at his core, under all the baggage and damage he's a hunter just like his father.

Expecting a mindless beast, an experiment gone wrong or some alien invader he waits for the stupid thing to wander into his trap. After all, what kind of person would eat dogs? It must be some savage thing, and savage is exactly what Creed wants. Something that will push his combat skills and give him the rush he misses so much playing politician.

Gambit has posed:
Graydon would see the shimmer of her eyes, not to different from a normal persons except there's a stack of them, six, in two columns. The remaining two are to the sides nearer to Rose's temples. Her hair hangs freely from her head, but stuck together from dirt, grime, gore, blood, and webs. She hasn't bathed since her mutation, but the new hoodie with holes torn down the sides for her extra four arms to stick out shows she's had at least a gift recently. She's communicated. Her eight long legs keep her on the ceiling with her large spider abdomen kept close to the roof.

She moves slowly, cautiously, but her mouth almost drooling with saliva and venom as she eyes the dinner and as she sees it she hesitates, knowing this isn't right her primate brain signals something is wrong here, but she needs to eat the rest of her brain screams.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
God damn it.... Savage beasts don't wear clothing.. Not unless they were once humans who got turned into savage beasts. That just spoils the hunt all together. Silently cursing inside his head the savage senator stays perfectly still, kneeling there, calm and focused, his disappointment turning into curiosity as he watches the creature move closer.
Maybe it's a mutant? Maybe it's a human? Maybe it's that Spider-Man fellow gone off the deep end? Whatever science he used to give himself spider powers might have gone horribly wrong. Either way, it kills his hunting boner seeing the freak is just that, a freak and not a monster. He stays, unmoving, letting the freak eat. It'll hopefully be more talkative after it eats. Maybe he can use it to his advantage if he knows more. Such a shame. He was really looking forward to killing something.

Gambit has posed:
Rose still hasn't approached the dinner yet, sniffing the air, and being lured in over time as she begins to loom closer, until she starts to lower herself via a web on the ceiling. She dangles over the piece, her back to legs holding onto the web with their claws as she moves and reaches out with her six hands towards the dinner before plucking the bird from the plate and pulling it up to her face and chest and starts devouring it.

As she eats, her spider-half retracts back to the top of the sewer and starts inching back into the deep shadows.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
FWOOMP Oww! Right in the neck. Something bit.. Hey... why is the tunnel getting all spinny and the ground running towards her face..??

Hours later, the first thing the spider-girl hears when she wakes up is beeping. It's a heart monitor. She can try to move but all of her arms are restrained. She's laying belly side down on a table with padding under her to make it not quite so painful for her unusually shaped body. Her limbs are bound with rope that have padding on the inside of the loops so they don't create rope burns. She feels moist all over from the sponge bath and the beeping is a heart monitor hooked up to her chest. There is a pad under her torso so it feels like she is standing upright but without any effort on her part. It's very makeshift but very effective. Her legs dangle in the air bound in such a way that when she pulls the leg on one side the legs on the other side get yanked. If she has super-strength the only thing she can do is rip her own legs off.

The room is a padded cell with a large observation window 8 feet up in the air. There are people there looking down at her talking but she can't hear them through the sound proofing. Most of them are dressed like doctors but one of them, Graydon Creed is dressed in his hunting gear.

The appropriate time to panic would be in 3... 2... 1...

Gambit has posed:
Rose tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes and finds her hands and arms bound, No. Then she tries to move her legs and finds that not only impossible but painful. No-no-no. She turns her head, and out of the corner of her left-temple eye she sees that she's not only trapped in an unusual room, she's bound and restrained expertly. Eventually her face finds the window and she in her mousy voice please. "No, please... let me go." She can't be more than 15 or 16 years old and scared and naked for the first time since the change, but still just as dirty.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
One of the four people visible, a woman sitting at a computer notices the movement first and gets the attention of the men in the room. One of the doctors, an older, balding man moves to a control panel and turns on an intercom system, "Please remain calm. You are in a medical facility. You are in no danger. We brought you here to assess your situation and offer you aid. Can you understand what I'm saying?" he asks from behind the safety of the thick armored glass. They must have thought she was some kind of monster to truss her up like this. No doubt that will be great for her self-esteem.

Gambit has posed:
"H-hel-help? M-me? H-how?" Rose ask as she continues to struggle against her bonds.

The eight different tear ducts starts to work as she begins to well up tears in each of her eyes.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
The doctor explains as he works buttons on the controls. Two at a time the restraints undo themselves and snake downward into the floor between the padding of the cell until they disappear. It leaves her untied but still nude and locked in a room. There is a sticky pad with a little radio transponder over her heart and one on her temple. "First, we had to make sure you were intelligent. The police department was insisting you were some feral creature. They wanted to hunt you down and shoot you." he says which he thinks is true because that is what Creed told him. "We brought you here to see if you were a danger to yourself or others. After some observation time to make sure you are not dangerous we can work out what you want to do."

Graydon steps up to the mic and says, "Do you have parents we should contact? Next of kin? Anyone?" wanting to know if there is anyone who will be looking for her.

Gambit has posed:
Slowly her eight legs reach out to their near eight foot length each before pulling back inwards after the stretch and slowly she rises to her normal resting height before she realizes her hoodie is gone, and so using all six of her arms in a criss cross method she hides her shames.

"I-I d-d-don't think I'm dangerous." She says in a faint whisper as her top right hand lifts to touch the device on her temple causing all her eyes to squint in pain before looking back up. "N-n-no." She mumbles. "No no one is looking for me." And she starts to cry.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
No one looking for her, a hideous freak who people will take pity on? Perfect! "Hey, hey, don't cry." he says trying to sound sympathetic, "I'll come down there and bring you some food. You were hungry before you were captured right? Do you like pizza? Donuts? They have a fully stocked kitchen here. Tell me what I can bring you. I'm hungry, we can talk and work this out." he says. The doctor's assistant looks a little alarmed at the idea and the doctor mutes their end of the conversation saying something but Creed replies rather aggressively making the man cower back before he turns the speaker back on, "What I'm Graydon by the way. " he says, "What's your name?"

Gambit has posed:
Rose nods her head twice, meaning she'll eat anything he brings her. Seems like food is the key to her feral nature, as she doesn't even seem like the kind of girl who would eat meat, much less several dogs.

"O-Oh. I am Rose." She says and then blinks a few times down at her arm based clothes. "C-can I get my hoodie back too?" She asks, her top left hand moving to wipe away the tears from her many eyes.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Graydon says into the speaker, "I'm afraid the clothing interferes with the scanners that monitor your health and help us figure out how you work. But don't worry, it's safe. We'll give it back to you when you're ready to leave." he says with that same kindness even though it's a total lie. He just likes seeing the mutant freak uncomfortable. "I'll be right down with the food." The intercom is turned off again and the glass on the observation window darkens becoming a mirror for her to look at herself in.

While she is left alone she'll have a chance to look around the room. There is a toilet made out of a raised platform that is also covered in padding. Toilet paper sits on the back of it. Two smooth white nozzles stick out of the wall near the toilet. If she investigates one dispenses soap, the other will run water that drains down into cracks between the padding in that one corner. No actual sink but at least she can wash her hands.

Other than the observation window, there is only one exit, an air-lock like door with a small round window looking out into a decontamination room. It's built to hold dangerous mutants so the door is thick, steel and locked from the outside with a chamber then another door. Even when the door is open the door on the other side if locked.

After a few minutes, the sound of the doors working can be heard and the senator walks inside the cell wearing only a pair of cotton jogging pants and a cotton shirt. He looks about as casual as he can but more importantly, he carries two baskets full of the most unhealthy, delicious foods he could find, from pizza, chicken and turkey to thick tubs of pudding and bars of high calorie chocolate.

Gambit has posed:
Rose steps forward carefully, her legs not stable on the padded floor just yet, so she inches closer to the senator with a soft pleased look on her face and in her many eyes as she reaches out with a single hang to keep her body modest. She's still young and very impressionable. "Th-thank you sir."

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Graydon says, "Hey, I'm glad to help. You're in a bad spot. I want to make it better. Just don't eat until you make yourself sick, ok? We have plenty. There will always be more when you need it." reassuringly then allows Rose to eat in peace as he moves over to the toilet seat and puts down the top so he can use it for a seat. He waits for her to eat not moving close to the food so she doesn't feel threatened or have any bestial response. It's gross watching her devour the food but he puts on a mask of neutrality. Not approval, not smiling, but tolerance. He wants her to know she's a monster and he's looking past it to help her. He wants her to want his approval.

Gambit has posed:
After about 20 minutes Rose stops and pauses mid bit to turn and look over her shoulder at Graydon, her four lower arms keeping her as modest as possible but then she looks past her left legs at the man she's calling host and friend. "Why are you helping me?" She asks nervous still but opening up and feeling more comfortable with Creed.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
"Honestly, I'm using you." he says as he crosses his legs and sits back on his seat. He figures she'll be able to trust someone who has something to gain more than someone who just wants to help her out of kindness. "In the 1990's there was an outcry for a cure for mutation. A way to turn people who suffer from unfortunate deformities back into humans. At the same time the mutant community was very vocally opposed to it. A cure was found. Something that could make you human again." he says and pauses a beat to let her take that in, "Unfortunately mutation was a very divisive subject and politically toxic so someone in government acted like a coward and made up a story that they had tested the drug on cows and those cows had caused mad cow disease in people who ate them."

"After that," he says raising his hands into the air to finger quote "discovery" he says then lowers his hands again, "The cure was scrapped and classified. The people in washington hid the cure rather than spend the money to help people like yourself. " he says lacing his fingers together, "No one should have to suffer through what you are and with your help, I'm going to pressure the government into unlocking the cure. Perhaps we can even find it without them. The people at this facility are some of the leading experts in mutation. If anyone can rediscover the cure, it's them."

Gambit has posed:
Rose looks almost offended at Graydon for a moment and then softens as she looks back over her large, grotesque, mutant body. "I-Is the cure still obtainable?" She asks, lowering her food slightly and turning to face Creed, all eight eyes looking hopeful. Needing exactly what he's offering.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Graydon Creed learned a long time ago that the way to the bed of a girl with low self-image is to act like you don't want her. Sooner or later everyone wants what they can't have. He knows this all too well. "The cure is the one thing the thousands of people who work for BioCare are striving for. It's not only possible, it's inevitable. The only thing slowing us down is the government hiding the previous research but with or without them, we will find the cure and give it to anyone who wants it. People deserve a chance for a happy life." he says then he smiles at the girl his eyes lingering lewdly on her covered breasts for a moment then moving up to her eyes, "Once the initial scans are processed and we are done speaking with the police to get you off the shoot-on-sight list you'll be free to go. We'll help you get a wardrobe and an apartment. Unless there is someone you can stay with or somewhere you can stay? Otherwise you can stay here, in a nicer room, and we'll do everything we can to make you human again. All I ask in return is that you are nice to everyone. Your help would be invaluable."

Gambit has posed:
"I have only been nice to everyone." She says softly, her arms squeezing tighter around her chest as she turns her back towards Creed to have another hungry bite of her meal and then, slowly turns around all the way so her human half is facing the politician.

"I- uh- no. There's no one I can stay with." She says, moving her hand to wipe some food from her mouth with the back of her hand before nibbling it clean. "I just want to be normal again... sir." A sign of respect.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Graydon stands up and walk closer to the girl, "You will be. I promise." he says and he really means it. First her, then the rest of the mutants. He'll cure them all. All except for Mystique, he will leave her an ageless shape shifter, alone in a world where she will never be real. Living trapped in a world that is a constant reminder of her failure.

"I'm going to pick up some clothes for you from the mall on the way to my hotel room." he says then he reaches into his jogging pants pocket and pulls out a tablet, "I got you this. We don't have wifi but it's got a lot of games on it and books to hold you over until the observation period is complete. Then we can get you a nice relaxing bath and some new clothes. Once you are properly dressed people should be less afraid of you. " he says as he offers her the tablet. "One of the rules of success is to turn your weaknesses into an advantage. You are very obvious so we'll get you some very obvious clothing and style you a look that will impress people rather than terrify them."

Gambit has posed:
Lowering the food from her face and setting it down on the plate she picked it up from, Rose reaches out for the tablet that's offered to her. "You're going to do that for me?" She asks, sweet hope ringing in her fragile voice. "Y-you're so kind. Thank you." She says, wanting to reach out for a hug, but thinking better of it because she is a monster.

After a moment she asks, "W--w -- how long is the observation period?" She asks.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
"48 hours. You can't tell it, but there are sensors built into the room here looking at you, recording your body as you move, breathe, eat, digest, and so on. We use all of the data to help us reverse engineer your DNA and find a cure so just go about your life, move around sleep like you normally sleep if you can. Don't worry if you leave a mess we have people to clean the cells and bio-samples of your webbing might be useful." he says reaching out to put a large, warm human hand on one of her shoulders, "I know it's scary right now, but trust me, you're safe here. These people are the best and I've told them you are my number one project. " he says looking into the middle pair of her eyes, "We're going to make this right." he promises.

Gambit has posed:
Rose reaches her hand up to rest on Graydon's and attempts to move forward in an embrace, her long spider legs making her easily even with his height, and capable of being taller, but she doesn't and just hugs him pressing her many crossed arms against his chest as she needs the warmth of another human comforting.

Without breaking the hug she whispers, "I'm sorry sir..." She knows she smells and needs to bathe badly but the touch is so important right now.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
"It's ok." the man says smiling as he jugs the young girl to his body. In the control room the scientists are no doubt confused since he's normally more of the stab-stab-torture kind of guy but no, he's going to kill this one with kindness. "It's going to be ok." he says quietly like a sacred promise as he hugs her back and just holds her pressing her body against him until she's ready to let go. He's half repulsed and half aroused by the strange feeling of her freak body pressing against him. As repulsive as she is, knowing that he's one step closer to making her the perfect spokesmodel for the cure makes the predator in him oh so very happy.