184/Blue Moon in the Danger Room

Blue Moon in the Danger Room
Date of Scene:	28 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Polaris, Wolverine, Beast

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Deadzone has posed:
After her conversation with Logan earlier in the kitchen, Tatum needs to blow off some steam. And Hank isn't around to yell at. So, next best thing! After having suited up in her X-Man uniform, she is working out in the Danger Room. The setting is low. Tate just wants to beat things up for now, not actually put herself in Danger.

Her outfit is as skintight as pretty much all her outfits, but at least she forgoes the high heels for tall Doc Martens. A sheath is strapped to each thigh to hold her weapon of choice, retractable batons. Finally, her hair is worn in a high ponytail, staying out of her face when fighting.

Whoever taught her to fight didn't hold back. Deadzone is vicious. She uses her petite size to her advantage, even at one point climbing up an enemy to flip over him and hten hit both of his kidneys with the batons.

Polaris has posed:
Walking into the control room, Lorna's exercise gear swings the other way. She's in sweats with sneakers and a tank top, her hair twisted into a hasty knot on her head. "Tater-Tot, room for more?" She asks, pressing on the intercom button and looking through the glass with a wave. She takes a glance at the screen, curious about the program Tatum set.

Wolverine has posed:
Only a minute or two after Polaris, Logan slips into the control room behind her. The feral is wearing excercise shorts, athletic shoes and a sleeveless shirt. It is pretty standard, but works for basic training. It isn't like he needs hos costume for -protection- afterall. It is more of a uniform for him. He steps up beside the green-haired woman and peers down to watch Tatum work. He grunts.

"Ran into her earlier when I was in the kitchen setting up meat for tomorrow." Logan has a big, homemade smoker on the patio outside the kitchen, and he will often toss ribs or meat in there for a day or so. He reaches down and taps the intercom button after Polaris.

"Make that room for two."

Deadzone has posed:
Tate looks up to see the green-haired princess and smiles. She laughs when she sees that Polaris is just in workout gear. "Sure, but yer gonna make me feel over dressed. My uniform just got finished and I figured I'd test it for fit while I was in here. Put the difficulty up a notch and.... "

She stops talking when Logan shows up. Her mouth twitchs in the corner and she nods. "Fine. For two more," she agrees before pointing a baton at Logan. "No stealing my kills or I'll beat you bloody."

Polaris has posed:
"Well, I would love to see that." Lorna teases Logan and gives him a little jerk as she passes by. "You coming?" She she calls and trots over to the door, stepping into the danger room. "If it makes you feel any better I'm in something of a grey area uniform wise-I don't know that I should be in full X-gear even if I fight with the team because politics. It's a hot mess. Max settings huh? No civilians?" She asks Tatum and rolls her shoulders to limber up.

Wolverine has posed:
"I'm working with my brown and orange right now on missions. Never been much for team colors," he growls. "No civilians." Logan makes his way down into the Danger Room as the program begins to boot up, and he rolls a shoulder as he takes in Tatum's costume. He grunts and his claws pop out with a familiar *SNIKT*. He glances about, waiting for the action.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum laughs as the other two come down. "Wait, we're going max setting from minimum? I just wanted to blow off steam, but I'm game." She stretches out her arms over her head, getting ready for the ramping up of the fight.

"Lorna, have you considered a head covering and cowl? Or is that too Gotham Dark Knight for ya? Me, I like the uniform. It's either this or my street clothes and fighting in heels sucks balls."

With a nod to the other, she agrees. "No civilians. I don't hurt those that aren't out to hurt me." She then waggles her brows. "Well, not unless they buy me dinner first. So, powers up? I'll do my best not to get you in my line of fire." Cause that would be bad.

Polaris has posed:
"My hair was my first mutation!" Lorna gasps and touches a hand to those locks. She nods though. "No defend the civies, good." She agrees with that and lets her eyes go white as green energy builds around her hands and she floats easily into the air near the two of them. "Alright then. Danger Room! Max settings, three occupants, not civilians. Initiate!" She calls and smiles to Tatum and Logan before the first sentinal lands and some men with guns pour out.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan lets out a bestial snarl and leaps at the men with guns. He slashes this way and that. Limbs go flying. It is NOT a pretty sight. One of the men catches him in the head with the butt of his rifle, and the man stumbles back as it practically bounces off. Logan replies with a kick to the knee and a claw to the face. He moves through the fake men like a hot knife through butter.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum smiles as she hears Polaris tell the computer what they are wanting. The batons spin in her hands, her smile growing more feral. As the combatants come pouring out, Deadzone lets out a yell and races right to them. She drops down and lets her body skid on the ground towards her target, her legs going between his and one twisting around his leg to lock him in place while the other goes up between them. Oh! She's just mean!

Tate isn't nearly as deadly or as fast as Logan, but the people that she takes down will certainly stay down and remember her. The tips of the batons look for kidneys, kneecaps, elbows and faces, while the butts of the batons hit pressure points that leave hands useless or legs unable to keep people standing.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna's target is that sweet, sweet sential. She raises higher and sends out her sense to the thing. "Oh, ceramic, I'm gonna cry." She sighs and tosses a burst of electromagnetic energy at it. The shock fizzles out on a shield and it's eyes glow to eye beam them all. "Whoop! Woke it up!" She yells and tosses a forcefield over Tatum leaving her and Logan to catch the hit. They're both immortal to a point, surely they can take it.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan can, at least. He is hit with the beam and blown back against the wall of a building, cracking the brick with the force of it. He hits the ground and slowly rises. Sizzling slows, and steam rises from his body. He blinks a few times before he snarls again and races forward.

He stabs his claws into one of the men and lifts him over his head, before launching him at the sentinel. The sentinel turns to focus on the thing flying at him, its eye beams charging up and blasting the man. This, of course leaves it wide open for a few precious seconds.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate rolls as the beam heads her way, hoping to avoid it but finds herself in a dome of protection instead. She smiles and gives a quick jerk of a nod to Lorna, waiting for the moment she can run again. She's no match for a sentinel, not with her power set, but she knows the other two are. So she focusses her attacks on the human combatants. As the fighting gets hairier, she stops being so gentle with her attacks, not that she was that gentle to begin with. The batons now go for killing blows rather then incapacitaing ones. All the while, as the heat of battle causes her emotions to rise, her aura of negation grows.

Polaris has posed:
Pulling her shield from Tatum, Lorna takes some of that eye blast with Logan and coughs. "Hateful." She decides and flys back up. Metal is torn from weapons, clothes, where ever she can get it off her foes and the sharpnel forms into deadly spikes she drives at the eye beams as they recharge with a yell. "Logan, you got the legs?" She calls down, decidedly trying to keep it's claw machine hands busy and leaving the men to Tatum.

Wolverine has posed:
His response to Polaris is an affirmative howl. He leaps through the air and jams his claws into the knee of the sentinel, before he begins to slide down along the leg, tearing through the armor as he does so. The negation aura hits him as he slides down, slowing his healing factor, but not fully negating it. He is far too powerful for that. So, for now his cuts and bruises remain cuts and bruises.

Beast has posed:
Up in the control booth the doors slide open and Hank lopes in gracefully with a twinkie in one hand and a cookie monster mug full of coffee in the other. YEah, he should have been monitoring the session as overwatch.. There are rules about that. But he was feeling pecking and, besides, Logan was there. What could possibly go wrong? He leaps up onto teh back of a chair at the console, without spilling a drop of cofee, and squints down at the scene below.

"Yep. Still Alive." he comments to himself and takes a bite of his sweet, delicious, creme filled twiiiiiinkie.

Deadzone has posed:
Noticing that Logan isn't healing, she feels for the edges of her bubble. Well, dammit! Get your head in the game girl. Teamwork! She takes a moment to pull in her field, reminding herself she needs to work on controlling it when working with others. Been too long since she's seen action.

While taking the moment she needs to retract her field, one of the troops on the ground uses this opportunity to attack. A riflebutt to the face and Tate falls down. On her back, the combatant is about to hit her again, but is standing close enough to.... really! What does Tate have against men having families in their future?!

Polaris has posed:
Laughing, Lorna shakes her head and rips the rifle from Tatum's assailant's hands to add to the metal she's wedging into the sentinels eye sockets, pleased the the sparks and general lakc of glow she starts tossing more emp blasts at the machine one after the other. Unlike Tatum in her uniform, Lorna chose to train in sweat pants and a tank top-not unlike Logan in his shorts and sleeveless tea. Those slouches! "Loooooogan, it's not a tree, think AT-AT, lets bring him down!"

Wolverine has posed:
Wolverine catches on and goes to work on the ankles of the sentinel, moving around it in a circle to stop it form getting a bead on him. He snarls and growls as he works, the man working himself into a bestial, feral fury. When Tatum draws the field back his wounds heal up some more, until he is pristine once more!

Beast has posed:
Beast sips his coffee to wash down some of his preferred confectionary, eyes still on the fight. He will glance every once in a while at a screen, studying the systems analysis of the combat below. The software driving the danger room is one of his finer efforts, he has always thought, but it looks as if the adaptive routines could use some tweaking.... So while the other's were moving about below he casually lifted one foot from his perch and uses his toes to tap out some new code on the terminal..

And then the soldier updated and rifle smacked Tatum. He almost chokes, droping the mug to teh floro and slipping down into the seat properly, quickly (and in a pancic) rewriting the routine, which causes jusy enough of a hesitation as he downgrades the soldier that She gets a shot to the family jewels.. which makes him wince.

"Yo will admit /nothing/, Hank." he mutters guiltily to himself and looks to the other two X-Men.... and starts typing again.

Deadzone has posed:
Deadzone has to balance being deep enough in the fight that she is keeping the ground troops off of Logan, while keeping her field tight enough to not bother the other two she is fighting with. While certainly not of Psylocke's caliber, Tate uses her feet, knees, shins and batons effectively. With a trickle of blood from her nose, she is likely to have at least one black eye in the morning, but she attributes this to being on maximum setting and being out of practice.

Polaris has posed:
"EMP proof? When did they get that?" Lorna calls out and grunts. "Alright. New tactic." She floats back and looks down to check on Tatum. "CLEAR!" She calls as a warning before surrounding the head in electromagnetic energy and ripping it apart with a yell as pieces fall around the sentinel. "Yeah! Bet you don't see my daddy pulling that!" She taunts the projection and lands to back up Tatum.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan ducks as pieces of the sentinel's head fall around him, ending the 'life' of it. He lkeaps out of the way of its fall, and comes up from his roll in time to cut a soldier almost in half. He ends up standing over a lot of dead and downed men, before glancing about at the now quiet battlefield. "Huh."

Beast has posed:
Beast's claw-like fingers travel over the keyboard and various intrfaces like he is a grand-master concerto player. Screens set beneath the viewport are either scrolling health vitals from each of the programs human participants or unfolding with complex and almost arcane computer code which Hank is adjusting on the fly... He will pause every few moments to look through the window, of which is of course camoflaged from the other side, and winces again at Tatum's bruising. Yeah, sure, Logan is cut up but thats LOGAN.. he heals fast. Lorna barely seems hurt.

So.. When the scene /seems/ to be finshed Hank leans back... and presses a button. "Round two." he says to himself. The hard light prjections seem to derezz and fall to the ground as glass-like shards that shatter into sparkles and fade away. A few dozen feet away the reverse is happening as sparkles form three dimensional pixels, building from the ground up into an indistinct shape... then refines into a wireframe of something /akin/ to a sentinel... But a sort of giant chibified sentinel. Then the wireframe fills out with textures and colors. This time, though, the Sentinel does not have a metallic sheen. It's surface has a plastic like texture, it's novelty oversized fists and feet look to be made of rubber. It's face has a clowns like smile and starts to slowly amble towards the trio. "Hee.. Hee.. Hee.." he intones over and over..

Deadzone has posed:
Tate actually laughs as Lorna changes tactics and yells. "They adapt, remember?!" she calls out to the princess as she lands. With there being two women side by side, the foot soldiers seem to consider them a target. Silly foot soldiers! this just gives Tate more targets to hit. Or not as Logan deals with the last of them himself.

"What did I say about not taking my kills, Logan!?" she complains, as she retracts her batons and starts to put them away. "Showboater."

The battle over, Tate starts to notice as the points of pain on her body let themselves be known. Her X-men uniform protected her more then if she was dressed as the other two, but tomorrow's class is going to involve a lot of sitting and not moving. "Damn. I would kill to mutate a healing factor. No seriously. Who do I have to kill for that?"

When the new sentinel forms, she looks at it appalled and then up to where she knows the control booth is. "Seriously?!"

Polaris has posed:
"Oh fuck this." Lorna grunts looking at the giant clown. "Sorry doll, I need some space." She tells Tatum and backs up until her eyes go white again and she's airborne. She brings her hands apart, calling up more magnetic blasts and starts to hurl them at the clown thing. "Logan-tell me if you need a lift-I got nothing on chuckles here!" She holds up a hand, giving Beast the finger.

Wolverine has posed:
The Wolverine sighs as the new menace looms. He pops his claws back out with a soft grunt as they break skin. He paces around the big clown and squints at it, eyeing it up and down. When Polaris offers that he frowns deeply. "Never tell Piotr," he growls. He then crouches and extends his arms, claws out, waiting to be launched.

Beast has posed:
Beast is ignoring Tatum's injuries for now.. Well.. Not ignoring. He's already devoting a portion of his prodigious brainpower to devising her upcoming treatment /and/ designing her a new suit with better armour.. perhaps airbags.

When he spots her looking in the control rooms direction, and Lorna's one-finger salute he sort of grins. "Ignore the man behind the curtain.." he rumbles in his velvety baritone as he directs the Clownlike PlastiSentinel.

"Hee! Hee! Hee!" the sentinel repeats again and again in its creepy digitized voice, arms out before it like it was frankensteins monster. It;s head rotates and it fires a bolwling ball sized glob of expansion foam from it's mouth. Oh and Loran's magnetic bolts do NOTHING to it, not even making it pause. "Fo. Fee. Fie. Fant! I am gonna step on a few Mutants!"

Deadzone has posed:
Well, this is what happens when you put the Danger Room on maximum and have a practical joker at the helm. Tate knows it can be only one of two people at the controls with this monstrosity facing them. She runs for the other leg, pulling out her batons, but they don't seem to do much in the way of damage. "Great! So our biggest foe is a giant Bozo the Clown doll?! I am so not dying like this."

Polaris has posed:
"Of course not dearest." Lorna assures Logan and tosses him at the clown using both hands to account for his weight. "We need to put you on a diet Logan!" She gasps and considers their options. "Tate-lets go for the feet, leave Logan to burrow into that thing." She hopes he can anyway. She drops and runs in to grab at a leg, looking around for some metal to use that isn't the Wolverine.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan is launched through the air by Polaris, and he uses his claws to catch himself on the side of the Sentinel's shoulder. He immediatly scurries to the side, using his claws and his feet to maneuver onto the things back. He immediatly begins to really tear into the back of its neck, snarling and cutting.

Beast has posed:
Beast snorts as he watches Tatum starts whacking at Bozo the Sentinel's rubber leg protected leg to no avail, and complaining. "Thats what we said the first time we faced off against Arcade." he says to himself. When he spots Lorna looking around for metal (hey, he's fought alongside her so he KNOWS that look) he tsks and shakes his head. "Do you think I would actually make it /that/ easy, my green haired friend?" he asks even if she can't hear him. Because the warzone they were i is still there, but slowly there has been a crossfade and while the buildings and rubble are in the same place, it is all exagerated, like they are made of big plastic lego blocks and linkin logs. It was a subtle fade, keeping the colors and everything.

He's good like that.

Of course, he was slapping himself on the back so much that he wasn't able to divert the Silly Sentinel to dogde Logan. The projection flails slowly, awkwardly, yelling. "HEE.. HEE.. OUCH! HEE.. HEE. OUCH!" as foam rubber flies with swipes of Logan's claws. It may not be able to reach behind itself but it can turn it's head 180 dgrees so it can looks right at Logan. "Meanie!" it robotically intones and at point blank range hawks a high pressure firehose strength loogie of spider-man webbing strength silly string in Logans face.

Deadzone has posed:
"You know!" says Deadzone as she tries to create a chink in the armor of the huge doll, "This is why I keep suggesting I be allowed to bring grenades with me! This would be a lot easier with a grenade right now, don'cha think?!" She finds a joint and tries to stick the tip of her baton into it to wedge open the rubber. "Polaris! See if there is something inside it to use!!"

Polaris has posed:
"Nah. I'd sense it. I can do something I've been learning on Genosha though." Lorna backs up to clear Tatum's field and lets that green energy surround her body as she channels it at the sentinel and tries to raise the space between it's feet and the floor on a bubble of the electromagnetic field. The profanities she screams are hardly becoming for a princess but ut's a lot of energy to effect non-metals.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan is blown right off of the Sentinel and sent snarling through the air. he hits the ground and rolls before shredding the silly-string from his face with those claws. He finally gets free and stands, spitting a mouthful of the stuff to the ground. "I'm gonna shave you Beast!," he calls out. There can really only be one person making them go through -this-.

Beast has posed:
Hah. If anything else, watching Logan take a load of silly string to the face is priceless. Hank raises both arms, pumping his fists in the air.

"BUKKAKE FOR JUSTICE!" he cries...

Then he blinks and quickly turns around to make sure that the doors to the danger room were closed and that no one heard him. .. and his shoulders slump in relief as he returns intently to his work. Not that he wasnt intent before but now he half chews on his toungue which sticks out the side of his mouth as his claws become almost a blur on the keyboard but gahs as polaris starts to pool her power beneath the clown sentinel.

He can't stop it topppling over, not without some sreious programming which would be breaking a few laws of simulated physics and thus be cheating. The sentinel starts to fall backwards, right at Logan, but fires off two shots from it's palm cannons. "Pfffft... grenades. I don't need no stinkin grenades.." he mutters as Two very large water balloons sail towards the pair of women.

Beast has posed:
Hah. If anything else, watching Logan take a load of silly string to the face is priceless. Hank raises both arms, pumping his fists in the air.

"BUKKAKE FOR JUSTICE!" he cries...

Then he blinks and quickly turns around to make sure that the doors to the danger room were closed and that no one heard him. .. and his shoulders slump in relief as he returns intently to his work. Not that he wasnt intent before but now he half chews on his toungue which sticks out the side of his mouth as his claws become almost a blur on the keyboard but gahs as polaris starts to pool her power beneath the clown sentinel.

He can't stop it topppling over, not without some sreious programming which would be breaking a few laws of simulated physics and thus be cheating. The sentinel starts to fall backwards, right at Logan, but fires off two shots from it's palm cannons. "Pfffft... grenades. I don't need no stinkin grenades.." he mutters as Two very large water balloons sail towards the pair of women.

Deadzone has posed:
And here, Tate figured Bobby had come back from his time away. Trusting that Logan knows his team better then she does, considering the difference between her world and this, Tate yells up as she continues to attempt to pry open the rubber leg of the chibi sentinel. "Beast! Forget shaving! Waxing hurts more!!"

As the sentinel rises, Deadzone has to back away or get carried off with it. She starts to smile, nodding her head as Polaris tilts the balance to their side until....

With a large sploosh, Tate is soon looking like a drowned cat. She looks up to the control room, her mouth open in an O of shock. "Hank!! The students are gonna cook nothing but tofu for a month!!" Her threat might hold more weight if she didn't look so funny.

Polaris has posed:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Polaris panics as the sentinel starts to topple on Logan. She yanks the man in his silly string to her in time to get water ballooned but at least not crushed. It's a kneejerk motion and Logan knocks her over from her own pull. She sits back hard and gasps from the water and hitting herself with a Wolverine. "Oh, Logan, I might need to throw you again." She grumbles and looks up towards the window.

Wolverine has posed:
Wolvering lets out a snarl and stares up at the toppelling sentinel, claws ready, as if he wanted to burrow up through it like a baby Xenomorph. Then, of course, he is being yanked through the air and he slams into Polaris with an OOF!

He grunts at that and then turns back. He sprints across the room and leaps, landing on the downed sentinel. He races up to its face...and burrows right down into its open mouth, clawing and shredding and destroying the thing from the inside. He vanishes from view.

Beast has posed:
Oh yes. Hank is not always so prim and proper. He has a mischevious side to him that, sometimes, he lets out. He cackles, spinning around in his chair, then leaps up on the console, shoves the back of his pants down, and rubs his big blue furry butt against the window.

"Who da man? /I/ da man! WHO DA MAN?!? /I/ DA..."

<<PROGRAM IS TERMINATED>>"

The entire room pixelates, lego buildings and linkin log debris and clown sentinel all derezz and fade away.. leaving the metal paneled room empty, two soaked women and an irate Wolverine clawing at the air while above them is a window full of big blue hairy ass shakin and shakin and..

Hank stops his booty dancing mere seconds after he hears the computer notify that teh simulation is over and slowly looks over his shoulder down at trio bellow.

"Oh.." he murmurs. "Bullocks."

Deadzone has posed:
As the program turns off, Tate looks down at herself with a half hearted hope that the water was a false image. Nope, she is soaked to the skin. She looks up, her eye makeup making her face look like a tribute to Alice Cooper and sees.. Suddenly, Tate isn't so angry anymore. A hand rises to her lips, still holding one of her batons, to hide the smile but it can't stop the laughter as it trickles to hte surface.

She is trying to stop laughing enough to breath and talk. She is finally able to manage to sing the title lyric of "Blue Moon" before she cracks up completely and just sits on the floor

Polaris has posed:
"Oh my stars and garters." Lorna gasps and looks up at Hank's blue butt. She's laughing now too, not seeming to mind being wet at all except her poor white tank. "There are better ways to get a show fur butt!" She calls up to Hank and nods to the door. "Soo, Logan, after you?" She offers to the Wolverine.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan hits the ground when the Sentinel he was carving through vanishes. He blinks and then spends a brief moment admiring the two soaked women. He then glances up and blinks at the blue butt before turning to Polaris.; He smirks and shakes his head as he climbs back to his feet. "No...after you.."

Beast has posed:
Beast pulls the back of his pants back up as fast as mutantly possible and quickly turns around, leaning over the microphone and pressing the button to engage the PA into the Danger Room. "Uh, we had a slight malfunction, but uh..." he licks his lips nervously "Everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine.. here.. now.. thank you. How are you?" he asks, looking at the three of them.. his cheeks (the ones on is face, not his rear) warming beneath his fur...and then releases the bump-button and scambles quickly out of the control room!