2852/Experiment 12015

Experiment 12015
Date of Scene:	15 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gorilla Grodd, Nixe, Vector, Buttercup

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Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd is not always about flat out confronting people. Sometimes it happens accidently, but he is also a scientist, and since he regards people as well...expendable to say the least, he is fine conducting experiments. It is a lovely autumn day and a small neighboorhood octoberfest is going on. Folks are relaxing and enjoying themselves but there is a slight....tingling in the air, everyone is on edge though not sure why.

Nixe has posed:
Munching on a pretzel the size of her head, a young black-haired woman is enjoying the turn of weather. Dressed cozily in a jacket and jeans complete with a wide-brimmed hat, she's tucked away in the shadow of a coffee shop and sitting on an instrument case. Outside the path of boisterous passers by she's in a better position to see than be seen and so far has kept to herself. Lowering her pretzel for a moment, the drifter yawns heavily and pulls a flask from her coat to take a quick hit. She might be old enough for whatever's inside - hopefully.

Vector has posed:
"Chug! Chug! Chug! WHOOOO!" The booze is supposed to take the edge of Liz's jitteriness and excitement but it's failed. She's been drinking for hours now but her metabolism is shut that it's hard to even get a buzz for more than about thirty seconds. Periodically she vanishes, only to reapppear an instant later with a pint in hand. The diminutive Brazilian woman then holds it in both of her small hands and downs it in a way that would make any frat boy's eyes pop out of his skull. This is fine. The real problem is that Liz can't slow down. So far no one's noticed her movements but that could change. At this moment she is walking normally into one of the tents in search of yet more alcohol.

Buttercup has posed:
Fuck yah-- beer, brats, and underwear that doesn't crawl all the way up her buttcrack. The gorgeous weather is just a bonus, and Buttercup's opened up her midriff sweater, wearing a doubled leotard top underneath, one yellow and one black, and a thigh-length skirt in a navy blue. She's seated on top of a picnic table, leaning back onto one palm while she spears brats from a heaping tray with a two-pronged fork in her other hand and tucks them away with relish but without any real urgency. Behind her there's a row of pitchers and stacks of clear plastic cups for people to partake of, and once she's done with her most recent brat she pours herself another cup and joins Liz in the swilling. She's smart, she's not going wandering for food, she's just parked herself on top of it, grinning easily at the guy at the grill who'll be adding more brats to the tray in a moment. They didn't know one another an hour ago, but now they're buds.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd had recently used an experimental 'reptile mind' beamer that enhanced his own psi tremendously, bypassing even experienced shields, but the flaw of tapping his own psi was that it was too easy to trace. He is trying different options, including the latent psionic potential of humans....this lovely device has been reaching critical mass by slowly sapping just a bit of their potential, hidden in a barrel of hay, but it isn't going to work how Grodd expects. He's been watching remotely...anyone in the area will feel...something...touch their minds. It feels good, almost too good but also unnatural. It's like a sense they never (likely) had before, but...different. Most everyon has stopped and is looking around. Everyone senses...something coming.

Nixe has posed:
Solitude is nice. It's peaceful, it's quiet, it's restful...

And compared to what's going on in the grass it's boring.

Weighing trepidation against the pile of food available, the dark-haired alley-rat stands herself up against the brick wall behind her and picks up her instrument - only to stop. Pausing before taking her first step into the sun, her eyes flit around nervously, then as thoughts run their course, a betrayed expression falls upon her half-eaten pretzel.

Vector has posed:
Liz stops just short of taking up yet another pint of beer. She's slightly flushed but otherwise apparently fine as her brown eyes scan the world around her. Slowly the dark-haired Latina cocks her head slightly to the left and takes a deep breath. She tries to stay perfectly still but can't quite manage, the fingers of her left hand extending in and out rapidly in what the most discerning of people might know to be an approxmation of the Fibonacci sequence... In Binary. She takes a deep breath, pauses, and holds it. Her right foot starts to tap. Staying still is not Liz's strong suit.

Buttercup has posed:
Buttercup tips back the end of her clear plastic cup, giving herself a bump of her fist against her diaphragm and urging a quiet burp she keeps held in her cheeks before letting it out with a soft whistle. "Woah. That was a drink, there," she almost laughs, except that she feels quite odd. Leaning forward dizzily, she sets one foot into the grass, then the other, her shoes left on the bench of the picnic table as she slides down and lifts both hands to the sides of her head.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
The flaw with this current design is that the DNA that it contains is not from Grodd's telepathy...or (god forbid) his Telekinisis...but his Mental Transfer. Everyone wants to be someone else for Halloween...and instead of acting like monkeys...the crowd suddenly goes crazy. This isn't a freaky friday kind of thing. Its not so clean. Some flat out switches occur, but sometimes two or three minds end up in the same person. Sometimes animals end up in a human mind or vice versa.

Buttercup has posed:
Nerina drops her pretzel, standing woozy and then not standing at all, crumpling down to a knee, then her side, then using noodle limbs to roll feebly onto her back. "Whuuuuhhh---" is the utterly comprehensible noise she makes, trying to figure out why she feels so... frail. Lax. Like all her muscles are made out of jelly. She takes a deep breath, then lets it out, abdomen sinking with muscles slack with hunger, laying at rest. That's a weird feeling.

Vector has posed:
Liz staggers slightly, twisting as she turns to look around at the room.She lifts both hands to cradle her head. Now the woman is wobbling. She takes her sstepsawkwardly, like she isn't quite sureh ow her legs work. "Hnnh...?" It might have been a growl, or a cry of alarm? It's hard to distinguish her noises from one another at the moment. It's hard to comprehend her surroundings. She blinks a few times to clear her vsion. "W-no? I'm n-not. Not doing that." She runs over to the nearest tray of snacks then and starts digging through them like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, scattering food everywhere.

Elsewhere a raccoon is laying in the park, catatonic, Liz's mind having failed to make the transfer. Her thoughts are incompatible with an ordinary brain - but that doesn't mean she doesn't have room for a... Passenger. Right now they are squabbling over whether or not consuming the trash sounds like a really neat idea.

Nixe has posed:
"Ugh... Filho de uma--" Buttercup begins to groan with hands still on her head, then freezes stock still. The Asgardian's green eyes shoot open and she stare down at herself. Open sweater, skirt... leotard?

The blonde falls back against the table she'd been sitting on just a minute earlier and pats in alarm around her chest and neck. "Oh, no no no no no, o que diabos," she rambles before looking around at the crowd with a wide, startled gaze. Where her skin is showing, she's also visibly getting a few shades brighter.

Buttercup has posed:
Nerina is hardly capable of motion. Jaw slack, mouth open, a little rivulet of drool starting to dribble out, she simply takes stock of her own sudden frailty -- sudden release, even. How there's nothing forced about her posture. How every part of her is at rest. Feet at rest. Legs at rest. Abdomen at rest. Chest at rest. Shoulders, neck, arms-- a wave of peace flows through her like she's never felt before. Unfathomable in its effortlessnes. Unspeakable in its pleasure. And then, just in the moment that crosses the line between at rest and far too far at rest, she grabs at a breath of air and tries to work her starved muscles into some sort of solid state, but she quite literally cannot. For she is a puddle.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat" Grodd watches from rather far away. This is not what he intended. But it is....fascinating. He would never have expected this technique in a million years. He has his drones telepathically scan all those present, hidden on top of nearby buildings.

The crowd goes wild. Some are gibbering, some are clawing at their faces trying to get out. Some are chaotic. Some are exploring themselves trying to understand what is going on.

Vector has posed:
"Okay, Liz. Calm down. Figure out what's- going on." Liz takes a deep breath and turns, watching asp eople all around her are going insane. She shakes her head quickly. "Need to figure out- what's goign on? Right. Right. ... No, damn it, I DON'T think that this is because we ate something bad out of the garbage last night. You're not helping. And I don't want more cakes - Yes I do ... No, I don't GYAAH!" Clutching at her head Liz half-staggers out of the tent, elbowing her way past someone twice her size. She stumbles out into the open, scanning the people surrounding her. "...Yes, I know we just ate. What do you mean you're hungry again? I'm not digging burrow either!"

Nixe has posed:
"Ah!" Buttercup blurts as she notices the glowing warmth rising from her skin. Coming from a life outdoors with too little of nature's best insulation padding her, it's actually a filling, pleasant feeling... or it was a moment ago. Now it's getting a little too warm and bright.

Springing up from the bench and trying to backpedal away from the screaming, insane crowd around her, the vagabond-turned-Asgardian grips tightly at her stomach as she starts to pant and a visible waver of heat begins to distort the air that brushes her skin.

The grass around her feet begins to yellow and curl.

Buttercup has posed:
Puddlecup takes a moment to rally, now that she is approximately as relaxed as she can be, and it's time for her to sort out how to move again, it almost comes naturally. She spills this way and that. Mostly downhill, but with some uphill progress, as well, much to her fluid surprise. Then the ripple in the air draws her attention. She knows that ripple. And spills toward it in a babbling rush, drawing herself over rocks and twigs and apologizing silently to the odd ant or spider caught up in her wake. She would yell out to the body that's not doing a very good job at being the Bearer of the Winter Sun anymore, if she had a mouth to do so, but all she can do is rush forward until she hits that wall of heat and recoils into a shimmering pool reflecting the bright-skinned Asgardian above. She pushes at the borders of ther comfort, trying to get closer.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd looks with some concern at Nerina. It's not that he CARES about the humans but there are innocent animals, maybe a few mutants and God knows maybe even a Gorilla in that area. Mass destruction is messy business and also brings the heavy hitters that he is not quite healed enough to deal with right now. But he is waiting, waiting to see random heroes show up or the like.

Some people are enjoying the experience. A few are even weeping at the experience to share intimiate contact with another mind; depression ended for a while. Others are in their own private horror movie. One man, with a spider in his mind is scittering around on all floors while a fly can't say "help me" but inside is. All told, the effects are suprisingly positive...except when they arent.

Nixe has posed:
Butterina falls to her knees at the edge of the lawn and shuts her eyes, trying by force of will to drown out the screams and pandemonium around her and focus on herself. A new body, a new identity, and a new superpower trying to run itself out of control...

It's a little less familiar than it should be.

Taking deep, heavy breaths against the cloud of adrenaline fogging her thoughts, the transplanted naiad tightens her stomach, straightens her spine, and tenses up as she thinks about ice, winter, and wet, frigid gusts of air. It helps some but now her clothes are beginning to smoke as a pale cloud rises up from its inner edges.

A loud hiss of boiling water draws her attention outwards again and the Asgardian reopens her eyes to spot an unmistakably large pool of water resting on the grass nearby. With radiant, shining skin and a too-vibrant gaze, she locks onto it and turns to face... herself.

"Guh! Stay away or you'll boil into nothing!" she lambastes. "Quickly, think about being solid. Take a breath and hold it."

Buttercup has posed:
Puddlecup isn't going to get close enough to scorch her ineffably flowy self, only hound at the barriers of the heat until they retreat-- oh, thank Sunna they retreat. If she brought the sunstuff to Earth and it got out-- well, she'd be out of a job, for one thing. But she trickles closer, the closer she can get without burning, looking oddly encouraging, for a puddle, as Butterina begins to get that shit on lockdown. Take a breath? Through what mouth? And yet, with a heave, she draws air into herself, and begins to remember what it is to have arms, legs, all the things in between. Locking that water into individual cells, stacking them on top of one another in more or less the right configuration, holding out hands to block the heat from her black-blotched face.

Nixe has posed:
The heat around the Asgardian continues to climb but more slowly. It's almost controlled... almost.

The fine edges of her garments crackle first as her solar warmth stokes small flames into being. The sweater begins to burn itself up from its edges while smoky holes open in the leotards. 'Buttercup' frowns as she sees herself catching alight and gets up from the grass to run for the nearest street and sidewalk. It costs precious tension that she's built up in her muscles and the eager little embers are fanned into rushing rings of fire.

"Good, keep going. Make a fist," she shouts tersely to the puddle taking emaciated human form.

Buttercup has posed:
Puddlecup wishes she had some good advice for whoever on earth is the Bearer at present. It's not really anything she's had to think about for a good long time, and for the moment she's just trying to become corporeal once again, gripping fingers into a fist and then just tightening her loins with a firm set of her shoulders, trying to engage those muscles which, in her own body, are much better defined. Once she feels like she can walk again, she lurches forward and jumps over a small fire which is spreading through the heat-dried grass. "Put your shoulders back, hold your arms out to your sides-- hold your palms flat, facing the ground," is the best advice she can give, at the moment, for the safety of the park in particular and the planet in general. "You can hold it in. You can, you have the strength," she tries to assure her new self.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd determines that the two ...three? Super humans are likely to figure out what is going on but he keeps watching for now. He sips a milk shake and rubs his hands together. So interesting...so much data. Oh the ideas this is giving him.

Nixe has posed:
'Buttercup' looks down at her unburned but flaming self as curiosity interrupts her focus and the building flame suddenly flashes over into a full-bodied blaze. Everything she's wearing is on fire now, and vigorously so.

"Wow, you don't burn," she muses in fascination, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of flames. No longer concentrating well or even panicked, Buttercup's new occupant flexes a fist inquisitively and tries flicking it down to her side a couple times. A red glow flies down her arm and bursts in curling licks of fire against the pavement.

Just visible through the smoke spilling from her sweater, Nerina smiles while her skin rises to red-hot and then yellow. "Nice body," she compliments of herself. There's a subtle dip in the Asgardian's height as she melts through the soles of her shoes.

Vector has posed:
Liz is now zipping haphazardly between the people in the crowd, spastic spurts of supersonic running followed by annoyedly casting about. Periodically she pauses to cover her ears with her hands and groan, or chitter like a wild animal before continuing. "One of these - people is behind this... Don't you want to go back to your trash burrow? No? Get out of my head!" She'll find Grodd eventually, probably. She's pretty damned fast.

Buttercup has posed:
"Not as easily as you do," Puddlecup is wincing back away from the roiling flames-- the heat below the outstretched arms will billow against the hard pavement and provide a ferocious updraft that will lift the small Asgardian frame a little bit. Maybe giving the new occupant a sense of the capacity for flight. "If you don't think you can hold it in, you'll have to go up past the atmosphere. You can't let that stuff out down here, it'll melt the planet, and nobody wants a melted planet, do they?" she tries to keep the conversation light in tone. The woman zipping around madly catches her attention, "If you can hold it in, we need to find whoever did this," she agrees with Liz, but she leaves it up to the new Bearer. Keeping the world unmelted is like her #1 priority right now. She wriggles a little bit in place, muscle memory kicking in and building a body not too unlike her own, moving the dark hues where they belong.

Nixe has posed:
'Buttercup' laughs - and with each innocent intake of breath a broiling heatwave explodes off from her as the Asgardian glows completely white. Her heels lift off the ground as the updraft tugs at her hair and tears the last vestiges of her coordinated outfit into floating embers. Her shoes are a molten pile on the ground.

"Wow, what the heck are you holding in?" she asks gamely, and on her words streaks of flame and rays of scorching light shoot out across the grass and backwards at the street and walls. Loose fires pick up in some of the burned edges, other spaces are charred. Unperturbed by the destruction she's causing, Nerina rises by the will of her borrowed power, lifted by the sheer heat she's allowing into the world, and starts to climb away from the ground.

Whether she can control it fully or not may not be the question. The new bearer seems too distracted to want to.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd curses a moment and sighs. So much for THAT. He pushes a button on his console and helicoper blades lift out of the thing as it starts to hover itself though in a different direction than the walking sunbeam. But its very slow. As Nerina moves up she can see a number of drones looking on to the area on top of the buildings. Liz has likely spotted them by now.

Buttercup has posed:
Hot. Quite very hot. Puddlecup is not used to feeling the sensation of heat as anything other than perfectly natural and comfortable. At least the sunstuff is going higher from the ground. "Higher-- higher," she coughs as she falls back. At least the Sunstuff is being hauled in approximately the right direction. Puddlecup is not entirely concerned about losing track of herself-- she knows well enough how to summon herself back to Earth, though she's never yet been on the opposite end of that ritual. She finally turns away, eyes wincing through smoke and then head turning to the side. Is that a gorillacopter?

Nixe has posed:
'Buttercup' takes a deep breath as she rises faster and basks in the weightless feeling of flight. The freedom, the strength... the new body is euphoric and before she's even above the tree-line her Asgardian body is shining painfully bright. There's some tension in her still, some control, but the air feet away is wavering in an ominous testament to how much she's leaving unrestrained.

"Huh, intrusos," she murmurs with a smile as the glint of machines on nearby rooftops catch her eye. That's as good a practice target as any...

A wide, unrefined ray rockets outwards to melt one of the drone watchers into little more than slag. The roof beneath it, the walls beneath that, and everything behind the robot are bathed in the same hellish light.

More laughter echoes amidst the burning flames as another ray blasts out at a second drone, then another, and another. Smaller, unfocused bursts of heat and blinding light slam down and carve into the ruined beerfest as the bearer climbs higher and blessedly further from a harmful distance.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd is not actually IN the copter mind, but the device is clunky, about three feet on each side. He is trying to save a few weeks worth of work since these things are neither cheat nor something you can purchase at walmart. The drones were not as much of a lost as he had gotten most of the data but he is trying to think of how to save his equipment and its just not a directional item. Nor is he about to teleport it without a secondary area....what he does do is set it to self destruct TOTALLY if tampered with or destroyed partially....

Buttercup has posed:
Puddlecup takes a deep breath, puts her face in her hands as the new bearer just decides to burn the hell out of everything. Oh, good. That's going to make a whole lot of people incredibly pleased with her. "OK," she finally just shakes her head, bounding with light, sylph-eque leaps toward the further end of the park, "If you're really just going to let that one over there burn the world down, that's up to you, I guess. I'm going to go hang in the ocean while there's still one left," she calls, for the general benefit of whatever moron decided this was a good idea.

Nixe has posed:
A second sun begins to form in the sky as Buttercup's body climbs higher, gaining speed as it goes. More lashes of heat wash down to the surface and shadows are bent and dismissed by the glow. With comparatively little atmosphere to diffuse it, the bearer shines a purer white than nature's own sun, though not quite as warmly. The naiad's ascent is beginning to outstrip the reach of her fire.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd decides to take them at their word...and deliberately tweaks the drone, hoping it can still get away....he has it undo the effect, but a delayed reaction on anyhting not baseline humans...it is already getting into the air in the opposite direction from the sunshine storm.

Buttercup has posed:
Puddlecup has no real way of knowing that the effect has been reversed. But at least the heat is being alleviated from the park, and the fire department seems to be en route from the blare of sirens in the air. Lest she be apprehended, she skip-hops and then in mid-air slackens herself back into the form of a small rivulet, slithering homeward with better control than she had before, at least. Watching the new sun rise as she travels. She's got a ritual to prepare.

Nixe has posed:
Up, up, and up the new star climbs. Nerina smiles as she takes in a well-lit view of the town around her, the trees beyond them, and the horizon beyond even that. She lets the rushing air fling her even higher and takes a deep breath.

"((Huh... at some point this gets cold and thin, right?))" she murmurs to herself, no longer bothering with English.