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Log 196
Date of Scene:	28 April 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Emma Frost, Polaris, Rogue, Raven

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Emma Frost has posed:
Today is the day of the great amature catamaran races off the New York bay. This thing has been in the works for months with parents, sponsors, participants and everyone involved getting prepared mentally, physically and financially. There's a lot of money here, and invested.

All along the side of the river banks and out into the open ocean there are yachts lined up and docked, bouys have been set up to designate the course and even marshalls and a few police boats are out along with fire and rescue crews on stand by. There's a nervous tension in the air, brought out to the ocean from the city by a strong gust of persistant wind.

There's twelve huge sail boats with masts reaching just over one hundred feet tall and just ready to cast off. The officiator at the start of the race raises his starter pistol and with a pop, the racing begins with the huge sails catching the wind and all being thrust out towards the harbor.

Polaris has posed:
Learning her lesson from the Gala fiasco, Lorna's abducted a student to accompany her to the boat races. "I mean, this isn't technically a TA's duties, but I don't want another fiasco, so good thing you're here." She tells Rogue. The Genoshian heir in elegent black and an astonishing amount of metal on her wrists, ankles, and in her hair. She jingles slightly as she walks with Rogue at her side.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue walks alongside Polaris, wearing a black beanie on her head, some black and gold aviators over her eyes to block out the sun and a big baggy black wind breaker jacket over her torso that she swiped from Scott's closet. Rogue looked over at Polaris and grinned at her. "Heya, sugah... I'll be your T and A any day." She said with a saucey tone to her voice, teasing as she always did.

Rogue's hands were stuffed into the pockets of her jeans and she was just looking around the boatyard, watching all the people doing their boat stuff. "So this is what rich folks do for fun..." She idly commented. "I mean, this and sweater parties, right?"

Raven has posed:
    In the docks, on Emma Frost's yacht, Rachel stands on the deck and watches this whole affair idly. It doesn't particularly interest her, but she doesn't have a particularly good reason to be elsewhere, so whatever. With the impassive, eternal disinterest of the uber-teen, Rachel glances around for something more interesting than rich people racing for their own amusement, and her eyes land pretty instantly on Rogue and Polaris. She doesn't know either of them, but their hair is interesting, and Rogue's fashion sense is attractive to the punky, gothy girl up on the deck. She doesn't call down to the two women (or one woman and one girl), but if you glance up, she acknowledges both of you with a nod of approval and support.

Emma Frost has posed:
The racers are all neck and neck, the eleven men per boat each doing their specific jobs carefully, quickly and meticulously. There's a battle going on up near the front of the pack when there's a few gasps from the crowd as one of the boats starts to capsize and leans way out the water and shows off the power of human ingineuity when the third place boat tips over fully out of the water and lands on it's mast, in the middle of the racing line. It's 11 man crew is sent into the cold waters before the craft is slammed into by two boats that were behind it. Causing even more horrendous sounds to reach the shore when the fifth boat hits the pile and there's a sudden, entirely out of place explosion!

Polaris has posed:
"I suppose. It's tradition, there will be some charities surely to donate to-people who can effect the legislator to protect or harm mutants....as I underrstand it, it's the best way to make political allies." Lorna tells Rogue as she glanes at Rachel briefly and nods before disaster strikes. She looks to the water and grabs Rogue's arm. "The sailors!" She tells her student and starts towards the water, floating into the air. "Let's get the sailors clear of the other ships headed for the crash! Rogue, can you divert any boats that look like they might hit?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue glanced up and noticed Rachel, but she didn't stare at her for very long because as any human should strive toward... don't be a creeper. Instead! Rogue looked back to Polaris and flashed her a grin. "Yeah, I guess.... I'd just think that a nice old fashioned Kegger would be a better idea for a party than--"

Then the explosion happened and Rogue leaned back, the fire reflecting off of the lenses of her black aviators. "Yep... See... I'm right again." And she exhaled heavily. "Sometimes I hate bein' right though."

Rogue looked to Lorna and then exhaled once more. "Man... I'm gonna get all cold and wet..." She muttered before taking her sunglases off and setting them down on a table. She pulled her hat off and dropped it with them, then leapt into the air and took off like a bullet, flying toward the boats!

Raven has posed:
    Rachel watches that perfect storm of nonsense occur out on the waters...then a boat explodes. Okay, so, sabotage rather than nonsense. Rachel slinks back away from the deck, away from where observers might see her (not that any are likely looking this direction, but always safe, never sorry), and she puts Rachel away in her mind, bringing out Raven. Her tattered black clothes melt and meld and become Raven's dark blue robe, cloak, hood, boots, gloves; her magic pulls the shadows over her face even in the painfully bright marina sun. She gathers the edges of her cloak in her hands and launches into the air toward the boats, not bothering to greet the other two flyers who went ahead of her: she doesn't yet know if they're the cause of these explosions and might need to be fought. If they do, she has no problem bushwhacking.

Emma Frost has posed:
Their is a second erruption from the crowd as a mother screams for her child's safety, unable to do anything about the sudden fireball that engulfs the race. This day seems like it's going to end in tragedy. She can do nothing but cry for her baby from the safety of the dock when three women take to the sky in the direction of the rising plume of smoke and roar of fire...

It's continuous, seemingly feeding itself no only on the soaking boats, but the water itself. This is an unusual occurrence. there's at least fifty people in the water, most floating and trying to swim to safety but there's also many more boats trying to avoid the debris. The boats up front can't stop as well as the catamarans behind are veering off to the side to avoid the carnage.