3064/The Life and Time of Cindy Moon

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The Life and Time of Cindy Moon
Date of Scene: 05 November 2017
Location: New York City
Synopsis: A bunker in the sewers holds a secret.
Cast of Characters: Silk, Zhao Lin, Shatterpoint, Spider-Man, Psylocke




Silk has posed:
    "Saturday, November 4th, 2025." A voice states in the light interior of an underground bunker. A single large room with a bed in the corner. A television with a DVD player and a huge selection of DVDs on the wall. Stuffed animals.

    The voice is Cindy Moon's, "I've been in this bunker for ten years. Two days ago it was my 26th birthday. I don't know what's going on out there, but I can only hope things are going well for the world."

    The bunker is sealed- and several dozen stories underground. It sits on prime New York Real estate- its worth hundreds of millions of dollars and it sits wholly locked up and abandoned with only a few caretakers keeping the building in good condition. Its late. Dark. And there is no one inside... supposedly.

Zhao Lin has posed:
    Zhao Lin doesn't know how he got where he is. In fact, anyone would be hard-pressed to explain how he got where he is. Halfway down the stairwell leading to the bunker, the drunken martial artist lays sprawled out on the staircase, snoring -loudly-. The sound echoes up and down the stairwell, as he lay there on the steps, a half-empty canteen of baijiu in one hand, clutched against his chest.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline had been having a... "Nice" sort of "conversation" with someone brand new. At the end of it, she was informed that something had required attention- a matter of life and death. Though she could not know Strange's motives, he had asked her to investigate.

    It also helps that at the same time, a little birdie is telling her the gravity of the matter. Dee is vague, as always, but is never anything other than serious. She investigates- swiftly, too- a few shell corporations, working through corporate smokescreens in a practiced way- something she hasn't done in a long time, but it's like riding a bike.

    The trail leads her to a bunker under a building, and for once, her glasses are off. It may be dark out, but the revenant sees all. Her glowing eyes cut through the black as if it were well lit, and she has made her way, in an almost eerie silence, to the door of the building above. She doesn't have keys, but she's going to enter through a window, if nothing else.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man had been having one of those nights. He had been chased off by some Superman wannabe in a black suit with silver accents, before some guy in armour came in to save the day. Okay, Spider-Man could learn to accept help when he needed it. But it wasn't a great boost for his ego. While trying to console himself by stopping a robbery at the local Korean grocer, he caught sight of a trail of smoke, the kind a Goblin Glider might make. But that led to a dead end, so he stopped by for a slice of Panucci's Pizza, when he saw a well, it looked sort of like the lizard, but was orange, and had some strange plates on its back.

Following it into the sewer, which meant he'd have another suit that would likely need to be burnt. You just can't get sewer smell out of a costume. It wasn't possible. He had tried 972 different permutations, and none had proven even remotely successful. Okay, maybe it wasn't 972, but it was a pretty high number. He'd tried a lot of things. And the only one that seemed to have a chance involved hanging out with someone who smelt worse, which wasn't nearly as practical as it sounded.

So, he had set a few spider web traps, and was hanging out in a central location, trying to see if anyone was down here, just like a real spider, when something catches one of his weblines. There was someone else down here. Spider-Man began to crawl along the ceiling, careful not to touch his own weblines. He didn't want to send anything back that could be tracked, but he wanted to see just who else decided to test out Macy's new Eau de Toilette.


Silk has posed:
    Cindy paces quietly in her bunker, just adding to some diary she's been keeping- old school, on cassettes. "Mom, Dad, I don't know where you are, but I hope you're okay. I guess no cure has been found, yet. I think about you guys all the time." She says as she curls on her bed, arms wrapped around a star-shaped pokemon plush. "I guess its just bad luck that this happened to me. I guess I was right though- hockey would have been a better decision than that science exhibition."

    The stairwell down into the bunker is well kept, and isn't overly dark- but its not exactly well lit, either. The lights flutter over Zhao, who's just a level away from the very bottom. Flickering.

    The door isn't particularly difficult to get through- its only locked. The windows, likewise, locked- but anyone with a bit of desire could get into the building.

    The building itself is of old art-deco style, a beautiful lobby of a building that is otherwise empty.

    Spider-Man's trap was, indeed, set off. But by a letter- a note written in lovely handwriting. On the note? Spider-Man. SOmeone had tracked him and Out-Spidered him. Somehow.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    The window is neither jimmied nor physically forced open. Instead, Caroline presses a finger to either side of the window, and with a noise that is easily mistaken for the creaking sway of the old building, the locks in the window are rendered brittle. She lifts the window a moment or two later, slipping noiselessly into the darkened building. She creeps along, and investigates the building in silence, before finding the stairway. She follows it down, until it eventually terminates at the door to a bunker. She's sure she saw a drunken leopard along the way, but sometimes looks can be deceiving- and he seemed tired. Best to leave him be.

    She pauses at the doorway, and begins to look it over- this is where the investigation leads, to some extent- it's certainly the most intriguing factor of the building. While she hasn't checked the rest, she isn't inclined to start anywhere but the well-kept bunker below the ground. Problem is, she doesn't have the keycode, and she kind of wants to keep property damage to a minimum- so freezing the locks on the door is not necessarily an option.

    For a short time, she considers how brazen she can be. Should she just knock? Decisions are not coming easy right now.

Spider-Man has posed:
Tracking the vibration back to its source, Spider-Man is surprised to find a handwritten note, with especially nice handwriting. He had good vision, but it was pretty dark down in the sewer, and so he had to move down a little further until he found a light source, and unfolded the letter, reading it aloud, "Dear Spider-Man," as if he weren't already on edge having been out-spidered by someone, that certainly set off alarm bells ringing.

But his spider-sense wasn't going off, so he hoped that he would be safe. Still, he was on guard, standing upside down, reading the note, "Dear Spider-Man, ten years ago a young woman was bitten by a spider, the very same spider that bit you, on the same day, and ever since, she has been locked away. Enclosed is the security key code. Regards, Old Man Spider."

Yeah, that had him on edge. His eyes went wide, as he folded up the note, placing it into his belt, with the key code. So, someone was in trouble. Someone knew how he got his powers. Someone was baiting him. But just who was someone? Calming himself, he tried to forcefully steady his breathing so he could use his senses, listening, looking, trying to pick up any clue. He could hear something, and so he followed that. It was footsteps, pacing, and it took him to where the sewer seemed to meet a bunker of some kind.

Seeing a woman there, he asked, his voice full of cheerfulness, "excuse me, but I'm here from Spider Quarterly. Could I have a word with the Old Man Spider of the house?"


Psylocke has posed:
    Far away from the building and bunker in question, Psylocke kicks the last Hand ninja in the chest then follows with a roudhousse to the temple. He falls to the ground. She prepares to move in for the final blow when she feels that intense emotion from Peter. She tries to keep a mental eye on him these days, without cramping his style since they both have their own things to deal with from time to time. Today has been one of those times. The emotional distress he feels is like a glaring light and she is instantly reaching out to him telepathically. <<Peter, are you alright?>>
    She doesn't wait for an answer.
    Turning from the fallen man, she walks to the nearby shadows of a water tower. There is a triangular flare of red over her left eye then she simply disappears into the shadows. Using her psionics, she finds him. The shadows behind him stretch, swelling upwards into the form of a humanoid shadow. A moment later, it shifts into the form of Psylocke, standing about twenty feet behind him. In a sewer."
    "You could have warned me," she mutters in that clipped British accent that is so at odds with her Japanese form. "Ew."

Silk has posed:
    The door to the sewer- an alternate exit, perhaps, has been thrown open. Caroline, Spider-Man, and Psylocke now are together in front of a thick door- a door that blocks telepathy. A door that blocks Spider-Senses. A door that blocks mystical scrying. Its very much like a bank's vault, round with several locks. There's a keypad near by that glows softly in the flickering light. Numbers illuminated.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Investigating the door. Caroline is not so much caught off guard as she is caught more interested in the door than the sudden arrival of Spider-Man. Her brow raises as she turns to face him, his witty banter falling on a mind that only plays along so much. She doesn't speak, but what she does convey is a lack of knowledge. Offering this small shrug, and an impassive gaze, she impresses upon Spidey that she has no idea who he's talking about. If it makes it any better, she doesn't seem interested in stopping him from talking to whomever he wants, so that's a plus.

    After only a spare few moments, she's outnumbered. Goodness gracious, is she an ominous entity. It's entirely plausible that ever since coming into view, she's been tripping the Spider-Sense something fierce, in that nebulous way that only speaks of present danger- though that's not a definite. Her attention flits from Peter to his companion, and she assumes a casual stance, her hands slipping into her pockets.

    She recognizes at least the one in red/blue, as someone who isn't a threat- she never bought into tabloids, and Jonah's publication seems almost as credible as Spider Quarterly.

Spider-Man has posed:
Taking on the 'straight man' approach is one of the best defences against the Spider banter. Giving Spider-Man nothing to play off, in this case literally, and he usually gets bored and moves on to something new. So when Caroline gives him nothing but a few, specific gestures of body language, he decides to bypass her, and head straight to the keypad, "hmm, this seems to be what they like to put in the death traps. Now, the question we have to ask ourselves," he reaches in, pulling his shirt up to expose a utility belt and pale, Caucasian skin, he takes out a piece of folded paper, reading it again, chuckling to himself as he sees something he missed the first time.

"Do I punch in the key code I was given by the mysterious letter found in the sewer, that seems to open the mysterious door, or do I go get a bagel. Personally, I've always been the press the big red button sort of guy." He begins to key in the code, "Five-Six-Two-Three-Four-Six-Four," and then he hits enter.

"I've got to admit, I like that key code." Looking to Psylocke, he shrugs, "Okay, I promise to get telepathy for dummies just as soon as I get my next pay cheque. I was going to pay the electric bill, but this takes priority."


Psylocke has posed:
    "Use the money for the bill. Telepathy is simple for you. Think. I know you can do that, it's happened before," Psylocke responds. "Just think of me and think of what you want to say. I do the work, not you." She close the distance between them, coming closer to the door. She does give a glance to Caroline but she keeps her mind to herself. Not sure what the story is but the woman seems to be working with Spidey so that puts her in the good guys book for now. Unless she finds out otherwise.
    She has to wonder how Spidey has a code to a bunker in a sewer but right now doesn't seem the right time to ask. It will have to wait until later. For now, she's getting a very Lost vibe and that isn't making her comfortable.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy, of course, has no idea that there are people outside the bunker. Outside *her* bunker. Her Silk-Sense isn't tingling. The protections of the bunker go both ways. She can't sense outside. They can't sense inside. Here exists a blank-point in the world, of sorts.

    "I was thinking of what I'd do when I can leave here. When its safe to go outside. I want to go get the largest burrito in Manhattan. Filled with everything. Everything. Even things that have no business being wrapped in a tortilla. Like no business. Chipotle mayonaise..." Cindy freezes then. BoopBeepBeepBoop.. "Three-four-six-four..." Her eyes suddenly widen and she jumps straight up into the air.

    And attaches to the ceiling like some other well known, and very close now Wall-Crawler.

    The door begins to open. There's a shudder. Dust falling from the façade as the door begins to slide open for the first time in a decade. "Ohno.. They found me. They found me..." Cindy whispers to herself. Her silk-sense is going mad. REaching out across the web of the city, opening to the world at large. Like the frightened spider she is, she waits. She watches. Ready to strike.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline turns not towards Spidey, but towards the door. She watches him enter the code, but what had been imparted upon her was a matter of life and death- and depending on how much information had been passed to Strange, that it was a matter of life and death for spider-folk. Which meant that, somewhat nonchalantly, Caroline made her way towards the door, and was waiting at its opening for the pieces themselves to pull open. She knew the purpose of these bunkers- in fact, she was probably around when this one was built. That said, she has no idea what is inside... Just that whatever it is might be dangerous, or might be related to something dangerous?

    She's not -charging- in, but she is intending to be the first beyond the breach, hands in her pockets, stance non-threatening. There's a confidence to her- the kind that being able to take a tank shot to the nose tends to breed. She isn't worried about what might be beyond the door. After all, it's not really -meant- for her.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man was not subtle. The red and blue tights and the loud mouth were dead giveaways, and so when he called out, "Olly, Olly, Oxen, Free, which by the way comes from the German, alle, alle, auch sind frei, or all, all, are also free, but that's not terribly germane, like what I did there, to the conversation."

He didn't seem to mind if Caroline wanted to take point. He still didn't know where she stood in all of this, but it was a really weird day. Plus, he'd be hearing about how he inadvertently ruined one of Psylocke's outfits too. At least her costume had to cost less than his. There was a lot less fabric involved. "So, is this a Goonies situation, or a Lost situation?"


Psylocke has posed:
    Psylocke had tried to scan the bunker before the door was opened only to find herself unable to do so. When the door begins to part, she lets her mind open more fully to reach inside the now 'visible' space. "One person inside," she says outloud so the pair with her have the same information. "Absolutely terrified of something. I'm not sure if it is because they were locked in by someone or just because the door opened and someone is coming in." She doesn't want to push too much and she knows if she tries to speak telepathically to the person within, it probably would freak them out more. "Be careful," she says automatically to them all as she takes a step toward the door as well. "Hello?" she calls out in a louder voice. "We don't mean any harm."

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's breathing comes in short pants. She's terrified out of her wits. She can't help but think- and loud thoughts, at that, 'They found me. They found me. They've come for me.'... She is most certainly in a bad way. In her state of mind- a panic- she's not likely to be thinking straight. "Isn't that what everyone says before they hurt someone? And I'm not doing the truffle shuffle, so don't even ask!"

    *THWIP!* The lights in the bunker go out, a very tell tale line of spider-silk. The lights are out.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    There are lights in the darkness. Caroline's eyes, specifically, glowing in this soft azure that doesn't show anyone anything. However, the noise of something hitting the lights draws her attention to them, and then she follows the line of silk to the position that it came from. If Cindy's still there, it'll be somewhat obvious- Caroline can -see- her, even in the pitch black of the bunker. She isn't doing anything, isn't saying anything. She knows fear. She is aware that whoever they're dealing with is alone and afraid, and not entirely meaning to threaten. No reason for Caroline to get all punchy.

Spider-Man has posed:
Calling out to the person, a girl by the sound of it, Spider-Man says, "well, you've got us there. So, how about we start from scratch? My name is Spider-Man, and I've just been crawling through the sewer. It's a bit of a long story. But somebody called Old Man Spider left me a note. Beautiful penmanship by the way, with the key code to this... bunker? Key code was 'loading' by the way. Love that myself. Oh, the Japanese woman with the British accent is Psylocke. And," lowering his voice, he pssted to Caroline, "what's your name?"


Psylocke has posed:
    Psylocke keeps her voice low. "I don't know who 'They' are but she keeps thinking 'they found me' and she is about to have a heart attack if she isn't careful." The problem is bad guys would say they mean no harm but good guys would to. There is no way to convince the woman except by actions. She remains in the rear, not trying to make entry yet and using her telepathy instead to help monitor but the level of panic in the woman makes it difficult to pick up anything helpful. Her own angle doesn't allow her to see inside the darkened bunker.

Silk has posed:
    "Spider-Man?" Cindy says- she's not where she was. She's moving. Scurrying. Fast, too. Her mind is going a mile a minute- 'A trick. Its a trick. They're trying to fool you.' That niggling voice in her head. Caroline can catch a glimpse, though- a young woman, mid twenties. Asian, by the looks of it- lithe and hidden in the corner now. The upper corner of the bunker. She's shaking like a leaf- both hands extended, ready. She's ready to fight.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline is watching- but that's the most she's doing. She makes sure she's casual and nonthreatening. A bystander, almost, even though she's tracking the woman around the room. To Spidey, she offers a shake of her head. Then, to the girl, she makes a gesture around her throat, so as to communicate that she cannot speak. Makes sense, really, she's the only one that hasn't spoken at all so far.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Okay, whatever you've read in the Daily Bugle, or seen on DBC, is patently untrue. Or at least, most of it's untrue. It's certainly not been a fair representation. I'm your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." He asides to the others, "I really need to get a PR guy. J. Jonah Jameson is killing my reputation. "It's safe, honest. I know, you have no reason to believe that. But if you'd prefer, we can leave here, and the door open, or close it. What would you like us to do?"


Silk has posed:
    "Close the door! They'll find me. They'll kill me!" Cindy suddenly shouts out, "But no.. Too late. Found me. You lead them to me!" she says, her voice going low. "They.. I can.." Her terror-o-meter has gone off the chart. Those with extra-sensory abilities can feel it. Something has changed. Spider-Man, though, he can feel it. His Spider-Sense has suddenly gone full blown danger alert. "They found me. They've found me. Oh god, oh God, oh god..."

    Cindy bolts, hard, rushing at the trio in the door- the full rush panic of fight or flight taking hold. She charges them, leaping into them fully violent intent.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline can't really do much without determining the strengths of the scared girl in question. In addition, she is really, really hesitant to beat down someone who is obviously just... Terrified, rather than anything else. Her hands slip from her pockets, and she does the only thing she knows will help her gauge the situation. She takes a half-step forward and to the side, placing herself not -directly- between, but in the way of, the girl and the other two. Seeing as Caroline is the only one whose vision is completely unhindered by the dark, she figures she has the best chance of being the first target, in that position. She braces herself, then- because there's no way to tell how hard the girl's going to hit- but at the same time, Caroline is, in a literal sense, a tank.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man's spider-sense is going nuts, so much so that probably even Betsy can tell he's uneasy. But the strange thing is, it's not entirely coming from Cindy's direction, even as the girl charges into them. Caroline reacts by stepping forward, and he on impulse, will defending himself with a block, while trying not to harm the terrified girl. And of course, their last line of defence is Psylocke, who many would argue should be their first line of defence. "Woah, woah, come on, calm down, we're here, we'll help. Who's after you? Just look into my eyes, okay, they're big and white, and it's totally a mask, but you get the idea. I'm here. We're here. We'd like to help you. Like in that really old movie, Jerry Maguire, help us, help you?"


Psylocke has posed:
    Her mind is so in turmoil, Betsy is unable to do anything other than feel the waves of terror and the few flashes of thought. It's a jumble. There was no chance to warn the others. One moment the girl was frightened, the next she was attacking. It's automatic for Betsy to drop into a fighting stance as she sees the flash of movement toward Caroline. She reaches out with her other power, allowig the Crimson Dawn mark to appear around her left eye as she taps into the shadows. It allows her to see in the darkness and she gets her first view of the woman in question.

Silk has posed:
    "I'm not going to show you anything, let alone the money!" Cindy calls out, quipping back as she starts with a pair of kicks. One for Caroline, one for Spider-Man. Both are strong. Cindy is strong, although not as strong as Spider-Man. Her movements are the epitome of grace, though- Betsy and Caroline can see it in the shadows cast from the open door.

    Her feet meet the block- meet Caroline and she's already thrusting back and flipping in the air- hands barely touching the ground before she was slinging webs at them from the tips of her fingers- Twhip! Thwip! Twhip! Three blasts of Silk-Grade organic webbing.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man was listening, hearing something about money, something about showing something. He had way more questions than answers at this point, especially with her powers. "Webbing? Hey, don't make me sick my copyright lawyers on you. But wait, you have money, and I don't, so you could hire lawyers who were actually good. Nevermind. Where should I send my royalty payments to?" As if he had started a legal challenge, and lost the countersuit, in the span of a few sentences." He fires off some of his own artificial webbing, so much more sterile that way, at her.


Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline was prepared for a hit- and it is, admittedly, the hardest she's taken since she got back. Perhaps surprising for the both of them is how well she takes it, sliding back along the floor of the bunker-room and seemingly somewhat... Stunned, for half a moment. She was aware of her toughness, to some extent, but this is... A little bit more than she had thought. Then, she's peppered with the webbing, though by then, she's ever so slightly regained her composure. She plants her feet, and begins to rip at the strands of webbing, her intent to yank the smaller woman back into close range.

Psylocke has posed:
    Psylocke has some mad skills when it comes to acrobatics and dodging. Yet watching this woman move, she knows she has nothing on the stranger they are facing. She has that agility like Spider-Man yet she's lightning fast, all movement and instinct. It's as though she doesn't think of the move before she does it. She simply is already in motion and there is no thought. Or perhaps it is the terror interfering, giving that impression. "Webbeing, stiks to walls, moves around like a jumping bean," she murmurs as things escalate as the webbing is fired at the two closest. Spidey is returning the shots. "There is no reason for this," she says calmly. "No one is hurting you. We don't even want to fight you. And we won't let anyone else do so." Likely useless noise but it's worth a try.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's webbing blast wasn't attached to her- she lands, only to find Peter's artificial webbing flying towards her. The first is dodge, and Cindy looks very much like she were in a movie as she rolls between the two shots.

     The lights between the two rooms have equalized somewhat- eyes have adjusted. Its easy to see the inside of the bunker, now. This is a home. An apartment. Somewhere that has been lived in a long time. STill, no one has really tried to hurt her- and Cindy stands back with fists raised. They're not fighting back- it doesn't make sense. Still breathing heavily she looks between them all.

    Now Peter can see her- she's standing in the light. A woman around his age, black hair- long. She seems healthy- there's certainly food in this place. A television. A bed. A mess of plushies that one might expect a young woman to own. She's still on edge. Still at the very edge of panic- looking between the three.

Spider-Man has posed:
When she stops, Spider-Man stops. His shots of webbing weren't aimed to attack, but to block her from attacking him, or anyone else. He wanted to stick her, somewhere, so that she'd calm down. Okay, maybe not the best of plans, but he didn't have any other ideas with a Spider-Woman attacking him. Plus, he wanted to show her he had webbing too, just in case she didn't know. She didn't seem to know who they were. Just how long had she been here.

"Okay people, that was very sloppy work. I expect you all to reherse that for at least forty five minutes, and come back better tomorrow." Yeah, he was still making with the jokes. But as kindness hadn't gotten him anything, he was hoping humour might. "But as I said, I'm Spider-Man, this is Psylocke," he gestured towards Betsy, "and the quiet one over there is the uh, Quiet One. Admittedly, not a very interesting name, but who are we to judge?" Caroline still hadn't introduced herself and Spider-Man did ask.

"What's your name? Spider-Woman? Spider-Girl? Spider-Gal? I'm thinking something spider related?"


Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline pauses. She doesn't want to hurt the girl- at most, she'd try and restrain her. Overpower her, if need be- but not hurt or harm. She has yet to actually throw a punch, and she doesn't seem likely to do anything the like, especially as Cindy seems to take to a single area- fighting defensively. Her eyes narrow, but she's letting Spider-man handle it. After all, they're something akin to... Well, Kin. At least they've got the same theme.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy is still on edge as Spider-Man begins to speak. Her brown eyes flit from person to person. "What?" she asks, looking at Spider-Man with confusion as she swallows quietly. "Cindy." She states as her name is asked. "My. My name is Cindy.." she offers after a second hard swallow. Her heart is still beating madly- her terror is still there, but its tempered right now as her mind rockets through it all- trying to figure out what's going on.

     "How did you find me? No one is supposed to know about this place. I.. is Morlun dead?" she asks, blinking as she looks down at the ground a moment. "No. I.. he's there." she whispers, "Somewhere. Out there." her eyes lift up to look at the trio. "Why did you come here? I was safe here- everyone was safe here. My.. my family was safe." Terror starts to give over to realization- horror. 'Ohgod, Albert... Mom. Dad...' "Where is Ezekiel? How did you get the code to my door?" The webbing at Cindy's fingertips hardens and shifts, forming claws on her finger tips. She's still ready to fight.
    To run.

    Moments away from an emotional breakdown. She's a total mess- this is the first time she's seen another living being in decade. Its a lot to absorb.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline has an idea.

    It's a little stupid. It's kind of... Saturday afternoon teen-movie. The thing is, though, she sort of knows what this girl has to be going through, now that she can take a moment and look at the surroundings. A TV, but no.... No -real- people. Caroline kind of figures out what... Maybe, just -maybe- might be the best course of action.

    Without entering any sort of threatening stance, she starts to walk forward. She's aware that the other woman is going to use that impressive strength and those claws on her, but as far as Caroline knows, they won't bite into her flesh. Of everyone there, she has the best chance of not being torn to ribbons as she tries to get in close.

    And if she gets there? She just... Grabs the girl up in this weird, cold, sudden hug. Sure, Caroline's body-heat literally is nonexistant, but the sympathy is real. Even though it feels like hugging an ice cube, it's the safest feeling ice cube on the planet. Somehow, when you've got this -thing- in the shape of a woman on your side, it's hard not to feel like everything's going to be okay.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Hello Cindy. If I didn't have to worry about my identity, I'd happily take my mask off, and tell you my real name, but if you want, you can call me Spidey, Wallcrawler, or hey you. That usually works." He listened to her words, trying to sound sympathetic, to be there for her, to not scare her anymore than she already was. "I'm afraid I don't know who Morlun or Ezekiel are. Your code was left, strange as it is to say, attached to a webline. It was addressed to me personally, and by Old Man Spider. Maybe you recognise the handwriting?" He held out the card to her just as Caroline hugs her. His eyes go wide, blinking.


Psylocke has posed:
    That was...unexpected. Betsy's eyebrows are lifted in surprise as she continues to watch the situation. She can't argue with the idea of it. Cindy has been in the bunker who knows how long. "I don't know any of those names either but I'm sure we an try to find them for you, if you would like us to. We would just need to all sit and talk through things, figure out what happened to you and how you came to be down here."

Silk has posed:
    "No.. stay away from me!" Cindy shrieks as Caroline comes closer and tries to grab her. She's up like a shot, jumping into the air and clinging to the ceiling- clawing like a madwoman as she goes. Those claws could shred steel, at the very least. She scuttles back into the corner of her bunker- staring at the trio. She seems fully comfortable upside down- her long black hair hanging down. "I'll cut you, I swear I will. Stay back!"

    Cindy just looks between the two. She looks at the card, assuming its still held out. She looks to Psylocke. Then to Spider-Man. Then to Carline. Another swallow. "Just..just stay away. Don't touch me...I'll answer your questions, and we can talk, but don't touch me."

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man calmly walks up the wall, and to the ceiling, then takes a typical Spider-Man sitting position. That is, on his toes, heels together, legs apart, hands in front. For any other man, it would be painful, but for Spider-Man, it's as comfortable as sitting in a favourite recliner. Pretty much every position is. "So, spider powers huh? They seem very similar to mine." He does keep some distance, not wanting to be cut. And he does hold out the card once he's settled with one hand. With her being too far away to hand it to her, he uses his webbing to fire the card over towards her, but far enough away that she won't see it as an attack. "That card is all yours if you want it."


Psylocke has posed:
    As Spidey gets close, Betsy is tensing up for the first time. She shifts her position, moving further away from the pair...but closer to a darker area of the room. The shadows are a little deeper there. Just in case she has to move quickly.

Silk has posed:
    "I..yes." Cindy begins, as she looks towards Spider-Man, answering first about the powers. "My parents are going to find a cure for me." she then continues as she reaches over to carefully take the piece of paper. To look at the note back and front. "No... I don't recognize this handwriting." she says, as she draws her fingertips over the card- "Old Man Spider..." she looks up and over at Spider-Man. "That's Mister Sims. Ezekiel...." she draws her eyebrows in- confused now. Very confused. "But.. he said it was dangerous. If.. why wouldn't he just tell me himself?" she's talking to herself, thinking aloud. Her thoughts and words are in perfect concert- likely a habit picked up from being down her so long.

    "Oh.." she looks up to Psylocke. "Sorry, I didn't answer your question- I'm down here to protect me. And everyone else." she explains, "I could have left at any time, really. I had the passcode..but only two people in the entire world know the passcode. Me.. and Ezekiel."

    "Oh, yes. The powers. Um, well, I was at this school field trip to General Techtronics about a decade ago." she says, "MAybe a little more or less, I'm not sure. A spider bit me.. on the ankle." General Techtronics- the same exhibition Spider-Man himself was at- it was the very same spider.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Small world... I got bitten by a spider, on the wrist, about, oh, must be about eight and half years ago now." He was only fifteen at the time. He wasn't sure why he was giving out so much information. His identity meant a lot to him. But he had a strange feeling that he could trust this Cindy. "Might have even been the same spider." He added after a pause.


Silk has posed:
    "Has it been that long? I.. think I lost track of time." Cindy says, frowning, "I thought it was closer to ten years.. I mean, not that it helps any." she says with a sigh, "But now the bunker is open. Its useless now. I..." She pauses, "I don't have anywhere to go. I can't go home..." she says then, "I'll put them in danger. I can't.. I came here to protect my family."

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man considered. He didn't want to dwell on the length of time, didn't want to panic her, or belittle her reasons for being in the bunker. But moving forward, there weren't too many options. "In the short term, we could get you a hotel, or I'm on pretty good terms with the Fantastic Four. Do you know about them? I'm sure they'd take you in." He wasn't sure how long she had been down here, so she might not, but he knew about them before he got his powers, and their reputation was as stellar then as it is now. He even tried to join them early on.


Silk has posed:
    "I guess. I mean, I don't really have any good choices right now." Cindy says as she flips down from the ceiling and walks over to begin collecting some things. She doesn't seem to have any bags or luggage. For now, she's collecting a few diaries, some clothing, a few stuffed animals. Her collection of cassette tapes, and a recording/listening device. All of it is on the bed. "I can't stay here. Its not safe here anymore. I need to be somewhere safe." she explains again.

    Cindy flicks the light on near the bed- and now everyone can see the bunker. ITs well lived in, that's for certain. It has a homey feel, and someone did go to aims to make her comfortable. There's a kitchenette, a bed, a television, a sofa- it looks very much like a large studio apartment. She keeps it clean, obviously, and there is a gas-lit furnace that seems to be how she's gotten rid of any refuse she's created- there's a bathroom.

    Cindy begins to shift her hands- weaving a duffle-bag in front of the trio, the spider silk sliding from her fingertips. She's clearly had practice at this. She begins to pack her things into her silk-made dufflebag.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man's heart was breaking. She had lived in this bunker for so long. It was like going out into a whole new world. He couldn't begin to comprehend what that could do to a person. But he was sure that the Fantastic Four would help, if nothing else, by giving her a room, a safe place, while they figured out who she was, and what to do, even if meant letting her stay at their secondary base, Pier Four, in case there was a security issue with the kids. But between Psylocke and Reed, Spider-Man was pretty sure that they'd be able to figure out if she was some kind of spy, evil. He genuinely felt for her. So many thoughts ran through his head. But in short order, he'd make arrangements, by phone, and get her to a safe place, for tonight, and the many to come.


Silk has posed:
    Cindy, ultimately, didn't care where she ended up at this moment. Part of her was terrified. Part of her was overjoyed. She wasn't in that bunker anymore- she wasn't locked away and hidden and apart from everything. That very concept created both those emotions in her. All because of Morlun.


    A multiverse away the threads of the web of life and fate shiver. A man looks up, taking a deep breath. "The Bride..." he whispers, "Our greatest hunt is about to begin..."