13646/Home Base

Home Base
Date of Scene:	20 July 2021
Location:	Bunker somewhere in New York State
Synopsis:	Betsy shows Logan the possible new base and gets his input.
Cast of Characters:	Psylocke, Wolverine

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Psylocke has posed:
It hadn't taken a lot of work to make the purchase. With their tech guy moving on to greener pastures, Betsy had made it work the old fashioned way. With money. And through the help of other X-Men who were more than capable of creating the false documents needed for the dummy corporation to make the actual purchase.

In the end, she had their oversized bunker. It was a different option from the original yet it had enough room for ten people to live there for up to 15 years if necessary. Less time if more occupants. Only, it was going to need some work to be turned into a team space.

She opted to bring Logan to look it over, see what he thought about it. Which meant a road trip! In her BMW 4 Series coupe, in a lovely dark blue color. Sure, they could have teleported there but what fun was that when they could speed down the highway in a premium automobile like this? Besides it gave them time to catch up on chitchat.

Upon arrival, it was an old barn in the middle of a field in the middle of no where. It honestly looked like it should be demolished for being a safety hazard.

She stepped out of the car, stretching a little to pop her back after sitting for so long. "It doesn't look like much from the outside but wait until you see it."

Wolverine has posed:
    The man in the car might well be something close to immortal, what with his ability to recover from most wounds inflicted and able to endure the bite of age on his adamantium bones. Yet that didn't stop him from holding onto the 'oh shit' handle above the passenger-side window, even as he settled into the bucket seat and tried to endure that drive with one Elizabeth Braddock at the wheel. His eyes tighten, his grip stiffens, and now and again he catches himself from being a back-seat... side-seat? Driver.
    "Yeah?" He says at first as she darts through traffic quickly. Maybe it's not so much that she's driving recklessly, might just be that he's not comfortable with someone else...
    Ok that was entirely too close to comfort as the semi whizzes by a few inches from his side of the car...
    Definitely that she's driving like a mad woman.
    But he's cool, perhaps a heightened sense of tension as he says. "The whole looking like much from the outside is over-rated." There, he contributes to the conversation.

Psylocke has posed:
She had noticed his reactions while they were in the car. She'd heard him too cause honestly that close, it was impossible to miss a few of those mental expletives when she would change lane quickly. He just didn't realize that the way she drove wasn't as insane as it looked. She tended to use her powers when she was driving, keeping track of others around her through a bit of scanning, to make sure some idiot didn't crash into her or run her off the road. It was perfectly normal. To her.

Throw in she was an adrenaline junky and speed was a think she enjoyed to the nth degree. Though she usually applied it to extreme sports, this road trip was just another opportunity.

As she closed her car door, she moved toward the entrance to the barn. Around the property was acres and acres of land. Only around the barn itself was really cleared. The rest was still rustic and covered in trees and other flora. Likely plenty of fauna out there too though none were apparent.

She moved toward the smaller normal door set to the left of the big double-doors that could be opened to enter if one preferred. Key in lock and she opened it up then headed into the dim interior. It still smelled of old hay though animals were long since gone many decades ago. That dusky smell of a place just left to the elements.

She moved toward the far corner to a spot on the floor that had a small trapdoor with a metal ring. "It's going to need a lot of modifications. Or it might be cheaper to just build a new one entirely and demolish this one. We'll see how it plays out."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Who cares when it's not yer money?" Logan says with a wry grin as he's getting out of the vehicle and starting to step around and follow after, onto the dirt path leading to the barn and then through that small door when she steps on through. Though, to be fair, it's probably a fair chunk of her money being invested into the place.
    Just not his.
    Into the darkened and musty depths of that barn he wanders, pausing long enough to wipe at a bit of grime he got on his hand and smears it off on his jeans, before he looks up and around. His head tilts slightly, "It's subtle. Laid back. Folks're likely to notice a Quinjet takin' off and landin' though. Unless we got that covered." Which, with the talents available to them, they likely do.
    He starts to meander and mosey, nudging at some old grass on the floor with the toe of his brown leather boot, then gives a nod. "Safe to see the innards of the place?"

Psylocke has posed:
"Yeah, the hidden area is actually in great shape. Which I guess is fitting for a bunker." Betsy bends and grabs that metal ring, tugging to lift the hatch. Which reveals a metal ladder leading down. It was only about ten feet to the concrete floor below. Which matched the rest of the room it is nondescriptness. Just plain concrete. Although set in one wall was a metallic door. She moved to that and turned the handle, swinging it open with a little bit of noise. "Some WD40 should fix that," she says with a grin since everyone knew WD40 fixed everything squeaky.

The door revealed stairs that led further below to another metal door. This one opened to a room that had a shower area and some cabinets along the walls.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Mmm," Logan offers in way of the wisdom towards WD40, also knowing that it's used as a patch all for realtors to sell their lots. But he follows along down the ladder, boots clanking on the metal rungs as he descents. He hops down the last few feet then turns around with hands on his hips to take in the measure of the 'foyer', considering the place and the surroundings.
    "Well. It lacks the grandeur the professor seemed to go in for." He offers in way of criticism. Clearly it needs more chrome and stainless steel to fit the older mutant's aesthetic.
    Then he's walking along with her down the steps and into the more open areas. He holds his comments for now, taking it all in and considering. If she touches his surface thoughts she might detect the way he's measuring and grading things in reflection. Trying to imagine their needs and if this could match them.

Psylocke has posed:
That room has one other door. This leads to what is obviously the hub. There are old computers there, the big giant CRT monitors that were the thing back when this place was probably built. There is one area that has been cleaned off, dusted, and a new computer flatscreen is there. It shows footage of the car parked above, a view of the main entrance area from several camera angles.

This leads off a couple of directions. "Over to the left was storage, to the right is like a private apartment type area. Then this leads to the bulk of the building."

Through that door to the main area where things lead off on the sides. There is one section that is obviously the showers and toilets. Many could be rooms or storage. A kitchen area. Lots of room. There was even an area that had some books on shelves with several tables. "I figure we mod it out, make several of these into just private living areas with a small private loo. Can leave the showers where they are alread plumbed but modify them to be more private instead of communal."

Wolverine has posed:
    The older mutant gives a grunt as he considers and nods while he looks around the place. His nostrils flare and he grimaces a little but at the least doesn't comment about the scent in the negative. The place stinks, but in a normal way of age and time and construction. Nothing beyond that otherwise he would have said.
    "It could work, will take a lot of elbow grease. Could grab some New Mutants for the grunt work." Since that's what they are entirely for. Cheap labor.
    He steps past Psylocke and starts to poke around at some of the doors, pulling one open with a yank and causing the metal to creak in complaint. Another sniff, then he gives a nod, "But yeah, could definitely be worse."

Psylocke has posed:
"Opposite end past the kitchen area is a section for storage and there is another below it for the batteries and more of the air filtration system. Another exit off that to a hatch off in a field somewhere for a separate exit."

She leans against one of the big tables in the middle main area. "Definitely will need work. The new plumbing will the hardest as we'll have to rip up some of the floor to put the piping in. But I think some of the team would probably prefer that privacy. Unless we have guy and gal times for showers instead. Something to think about."

She grins at little at mention of the New Mutants. "Since we don't want this associated with Xavier's, I'd only do that in the more extreme of circumstances. Which also leads to the lack of flight options right now. We can't use the Blackbird and I have yet to find a Used SHIELD equipment sale."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah, yer right." Logan offers in recollection about the sproglings being connected. Not a good idea considering what they get up to. Then there's a tilt of his head to the side as he pulls the paneling off of a nearby wall insert and checks some of the circuits. He takes a deep breath, "May need to get someone with an insight into tech in here. Forge mebbe, but if we bring him in on it he might go a bit out there." As he is wont to do.
    "Come back home one night and our doorbell might try to kill us." Since they often don't have a good track record with AI and the like.
    "Important thing though, is this a thing you can get behind?" He gestures to the walls, meaning in part the base set up. But also something beyond assuredly.

Psylocke has posed:
She's sort of leaning/sitting on the edge of that table. At the question, Betsy gives a little shrug. "I do, yes. It's something that I think is needed. And in some ways it is..."

She pauses, trying to be sure she chooses her words. "Cathartic? There is still that other personality in my head and there are times that this sort of work helps me cope with it. To let out the demon so to speak."

She catches her bottom lip on one side with her teeth, a little hmm sort of moment then she shakes off whatever was in her mind. "Well if he promises not to install a doorbell, Forge might be a good choice. Beast could also, if he's willing. With less likelihood of going completely crazy on us with the tech." She rises and motions. "Let me show you the other exit but if you think this is good, I can finish up and we can start the hard work."