3095/Strange Moon on the Rise

Strange Moon on the Rise
Date of Scene:	07 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Silk, Doctor Strange, Rogue

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Silk has posed:
    Its Tuesday! That means free entrance to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. At least that's what it means on this particular Tuesday in November. Cindy is inside the museum, sitting in an area that is largely empty of people- Gallery 350. The Main Africa Gallery. She' drawn to a particular piece, quietly sitting on a handy bench and looking at a spider-web- stylized tapestry of fantastic color and imagery both. For now, she just sits. Quiet. Watching. Absorbing

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Doctor Strange is wearing his usual get up of a dark navy outfit of eastern oriental design or at least influence and has a yellow sash tied around his waist with the excess fabric hanging to his thigh. His shoes are also cloth, though he might wish they weren't as the day goes on and the hardwood floors of the Sanctum chill him to the bone.

    He lacks the cloack today as he scurries around the halls of his keep and seems a bit flustered as he lifts his voice. "Anna! This isn't funny!" And with a shift of his wrist, the man's reality is shifted to that next to Rogue's room and he knocks on the door once. "Hurry! Something is afoot. What you're wearing is fine." Then two wrists are flicked and as he rounds the corner towards the main foyer of the sanctum, he actually steps through the gateway from the hallways at the Metropolitan Museum of Art into Gallery 350 with a stunning three piece suit on made of a striking blue fabric and a yellow mustard tie. At his right arm is the impecably dressed Rogue, with vibrant and deep greens accenting each other with a long silk scarf that would be held behind her back and in the crooks of her elbows, covered completely from shoulder to finger tips in beautiful velvet green gloves.

    "Oh, the African Planes Gallery, I have been looking forward to this exhibit arriving in Metropolis for months!" Stephen plays the oppulent man exquisitly.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was in her room in a bathrobe as she'd just gotten out of the shower. Her magically created room was in the form of an elaborate Italian villa and there was a glorious view of the water beyond a classically beautiful balcony, this is where Rogue was standing... brushing her teeth.

When the bedroom door opened to the Sanctum Santorum behind her, the teenager turned around with her toothbrush in her mouth and her eyes on Strange. "Did you just say 'afoot'?" She asked him around the toothbrush and then scurried after him out of her idealic 'holo-deck' bedroom and after him into the rest of his house... at least until they were suddenly in a museum and she was no longer in her bathrobe but in a fancy outfit now instead.

"Woah. What the hell." She'd say then, looking up in confusion and her green eyes going around to peer at her new enviroment. That was like traveling 3 completely different locations within seconds!

Silk has posed:
    New people. Cindy wasn't particularly comfortable around people, yet. Just in general, they made her feel funny. A little tense. A little uncertain. Luckily it was just two people- Cindy can handle two people.

    Cindy's Silk-Sense has been acting wonky. Its setting off right now- why, though, she's fully uncertain. It doesn't feel like danger. It doesn't feel like anything. Just... information. The shivering of the Web- A Shivering of the essence of the world. It had been so quiet in her bunker, but now... it is just *all* the time!

    "Its a nice exhibit." Cindy offers to the wealthy man as he appears.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Language." Stephen whispers into Rogue's ear before he continues to step deeper into the exhibit, his dark brown oxford style shoes clapping softly as he walks with mutant in arm. He turns to Cindy as she speaks to them and he smiles to the somewhat familiar girl, having fought a chimera recently with her and another, only her face was more obscured than his, his redeaming quality is that his attire is far less memorable than it was when they met on the street, and he had a spidersilk handkerchief on most of that bout anyways.

    "I do agree, the artwork and tapestries are wildly different from this time period and this area than most anywhere else in the world. Very few cultures actually regard spiders in such high esteem as to have them be the top form of creation. Even creating, well, creation." He says with a giggle.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would just roll her eyes at Strange's 'language' comment and she'd look to Cindy for a moment and offer her a smile before looking down at her hands in these. "Oooo, pretty gloves." She said as though she'd never seen them before, which might be odd for someone who surely would've seen their own clothing before now.

While toying with this new attire even more, poking at it and pulling on it here and there... Rogue overheard what Strange said about the exhibit and just idly commented. "Thats because spiders are gross." She'd say, having no idea whether anyone here liked them or not!

Silk has posed:
    "This one is about Anansi" Cindy replies, nodding towards the tapestry. She looks towards Rogue, "According to the tapestry Anansi- a demigod that sometimes takes the form of a spider- is responsible for creating the moon and stars and sun. He brought the rains. He helped weave the world. He gave people farming." she notes, lifting her pamphlet that explains the tapestry. "At least, that's what this says."

    "But I don't know. I look at this tapestry, and I feel like its trying to tell me something." Cindy says quietly. She's a young woman of some Asian-American heritage. Her clothing is simple, if a little out of style. Its the sort of thing people were wearing back in 2017. She seems a little out of touch, in that regard.

    Another shiver in the web. Cindy looks over her left shoulder. Over her right shoulder, next. Staring a moment behind her. Her eyebrows knit together and she shakes whatever was at the edge of her senses off. "I like spiders." she then states towards Rogue. "I think they're kind of neat."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I don't disagree with you, but some cultures, and" Stephen gestures towards Cindy, "people think they're rather beautiful, if not interesting." The wizard says, moving closer to the piece to look at it more closely, acting as more than an interesting museum goer and more like someone who would be interested in purchasing the piece to hang in his living room.

    He notices Cindy's shiver as he happens to be looking that way, "Someone step on your grave?" A more serious question than most in the room would believe it to be.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue didn't really like offending people she had no reason to offend so when Cindy said that she liked them, the southern girl would look up and at Cindy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure they got some redeemin' qualities that I just... ya know... can't see... anywhere, on them, at all... like, not even slightly..." She paused, awkwardly, adding in a whisper. "Must be hidden..."

A moment later and she looked back down at her dress then and started fussing with some of the fabric of it. "Feels so nice." She quietly muttered while Strange engaged the young woman about art and culture, which treally wasn't Anna-Marie's favorite subject... maybe when she was in the right mood, but its Strange's fault for putting her into a fancy dress and not warning her.

Rogue looked up then at Stephen. "Where's my toothbrush?" She asked him. "I just bought that thing last night."

Silk has posed:
    "Can I ask you something?" Cindy wonders then, looking fully over to the wizard quietly. "I mean, I'm going to ask it anyways, but I'd like to try and be polite here- its just, I'm not sure your being here is a coincidence. Are you following me, or something? I remember you from that whole midtown madness thing with the monster..." If there is one thing Cindy can do well- its remember. She remembers everything. Always.

    ANother pause, "Toothbrush?" Cindy wonders, eyebrows knitting together as she again looks over her shoulder- back towards the wall.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen glances to Rogue and gives an unusually playful wink before he responds. "Must be hidden..." Before turning his attention back towards Cindy. "Midtown madness with the monster, what are you possibly talking abo-" Stephen's eyes squint, his own eidetic memory coming into play as her hair is the same, same build, but just more bundled, more layers. "Ah." He taps his temple as it dawns on him, with him playing like it's just occuring to him, as it is. "She has a thing about her teeth, don't worry about that. Anna, it's at home, like I told you, we're not bringing it to the museum. That's strange."

    "No, I'm not following you, but fate it seems, is."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sighed then and she just set her hands down at her sides to her hips and started to walk around a little, letting her eyes look over things within the exhibit. "It bette'ah not be layin' on the hallway floor." She quietly said back at the Doctor before she'd walk past and she gave a grin toward Cindy. "He's definitely followin' you. He's probably wonderin' if you'd be a better magic student than me. Which you probably wouldn't be."

Rogue looked back at Strange then and she gave him a pointed 'look' since she could tease right back at him, she was a teenager, she was filled with sass and sarcasm.

Silk has posed:
    "I don't think I need any magic lessons." Cindy states, "I've got enough problems without having to worry about horcruxes and trolls in the basement and receiving howlers from angry guardians." She offers then, as her eyes turn back to the tapestry. Still drawn to it.

    "What does fate have to do with you showing up where I am?" Cindy wonders, next. "Can you do that thing where you open up the ground and send anything back to where it came from?" She asks, next.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I'll let you walk back home in those heals." Stephen says flatly before he points at the tapestry "Would you cast a spell to disperse the illusion on that rug Anna, or should I?" Yeah, he's a bit of an ass too, though he has begun teaching her that spell, he just instantly assumes she's already forgotten that one too.

    Turning his attention to avoid Rogue's spiteful retaliatory face, Stephen addresses Cindy again. "Fate has to do with me turning a corner in my house and ending up in this gallery at this time." Then he lifts a hand to his chin, "I could, but why would I?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would show a grin to Cindy. "Ain't been shown any horcruxes as'a yet... I imagine he's keepin' all the good stuff for some othe'ah day."

Rogue looked back at Strange then and she smirked at him. She had TWO respones for him as to why being stranded in heels wasn't a very big concern to a girl who could fly and felt no discomfort from pain, but... she left that unsaid for now.

Instead she just walked over to the wall rug and eyed it. "Its got an illusion on it?" She asked, leaning her body to the right... then to the left... giving the tapestry an intense occular patdown...

Silk has posed:
    "Because something bad is coming." Cindy states. "Morlun is coming." she states, next. "We need to get ready. He's.. going to try and kill me." she states it so matter-of-factly. "And then he's going to eat my soul." Again, creepily matter-of-factly- "Which may be a very bad thing for... everyone." she says, "Everywhere. Even places we're not... really at. Like. Places that are here, but on the next thread over."

    Cindy smiles quietly to Rogue- a somewhat uncertain smile, but genuine in its own way.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Strange slowly turns his head away from the tapestry and back towards Cindy as she speaks. "How do you know these things?" Things he's only glimpsed but never truely devined or felt the inclination to study deeper because there were always other threats in the way. But then he squints his silvery eyes and looks back at Rogue, almost expecting her to spout some great prophetic warnings that she shouldn't have a clue about either...

Silk has posed:
    "Ezekiel told me. Years ago." Cindy states. "So, I went into a bunker. Spider-Man opened it. Sort of ruined the whole thing." she says with a sigh, "I'm starting to wish he'd never have opened my door. I think it might have been better for the world if I'd stayed in that thing. People would be safer."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Is that something you truely wish?" Stephen asks, standing back to his full height and crossing his arms across his chest. "To be trapped and hidden away. Or out here, making a difference in people's lives."

    Stephen steals a glance at the tapestry and his student, "I know what I would choose if I had the choice."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stood off to the side of them dealing with that rug on the wall. She waved her gloved hands around a few times and muttered a couple of things under her breath. A young boy walked up to stand beside her and he asked her what she was doing. She whispered 'Magic' down at him with a grin and he returned it to her.

A second later, Rogue's hands parted and the rug on the wall vanished entirely. The little kid standing next to her started to clap his hands together all energetically and Rogue looked, well, worried, back over her shoulder at Stephen and Cindy.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy pulls her knees to her chest. "I'd have stayed there forever to protect my family." she states softly, answering the question with very little hesitation. "A lot of people have said things like that," Cindy notes to Stephen.

    "But, I ask the same question to you- if you could save the entire world, and all you had to do was lock yourself into a room and you weren't allowed to leave that room- what would you do?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen happens to not be looking at the tapestry, but instead is focusing solely on the spider-girl. "Do you have a name?" The wizard asks, taking a step closer to Cindy and sitting down next to the girl.

Silk has posed:
    "Cindy Moon." The young woman replies quietly. She's older that Rogue, but its difficult to tell just by looking at her. Petite, cute, innocent- Cindy just has one of those faces. "What about you?" she asks then to Stephen- quietly watching as the tapestry is made to disappear. Her attention goes between disappearing tapestry and Stephen.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just stared at where the tapestry 'used to be' then, until she felt a tug at her dress and she looked over at the boy who was in a fancy suit of his own. He was probably seven or eight. "Where'd the carpet go, lady?" He asked her.

Rogue frowned at the kid. "I'm not sure." She said. "I mean, its gotta... be... somewhere." She started to wave her gloved hands around frantically while trying to say the word she'd said to make it vanish... but now she said the word in reverse?

Rogue looked back at Cindy and Stephen, the doctor in particular and she made HUGE EYES at him. "Little help?" She said back at her teacher.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen seems intently unaware of the goings on behind him and almost refusing to turn his head to acknowledge what Rogue might be doing just a few feet away from him.

    "I am Doctor Stephen Strange, I have been in that room. Alone, with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Let me tell you one thing I realized. The world will save itself, it will be around after whether you save it or not. But if you do succeed or fail, your thoughts will only be on how you wish you were with your family in that moment. Family is what's important."

    Stephen turns his head with gently refined sigh. "You have to learn to do this yourself Anna." Stephen slowly lifts his right hand towards the blank wall and with a few quick gestures, a small octogram appears in an orange light and snaps to the wall, or it would if the hidden tapestry wasn't in the way and like a ripple in a pond that fades, the fabric art slowly ripples back into the visible spectrum, or this reality, who knows.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked back at the tapestry after the Doctor offered a bit of a course correction for her and she smirked and lifted her hands up. "I know, I mean... obviously..."

"Yeah, obviously." The kid beside her said, now holding a bag of cheesey puffs, the kid put one in his mouth and crunched on it while watching Rogue start to move her hands again. Apparently SHE had a sidekick of HER OWN now.

Rogue closed her yees and did a hand motion that she remembered was the right one (maybe the right one) and then she spoke again and the illusion on the Tapestry vanished!

Rogue threw her hands up in the air triumphantly, as did her little sidekick!

Rogue's toothbrush landed on the floor in front of them both with a clatter of soft plastic.

The kid popped another cheesey poof in his mouth and eyeballed it. "Where'd dat come from?" She asked with a mouth full of snack food.

Rogue just looked down at it, with her hands still held up straight.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy is quiet a long moment. "Not this time, Doctor Strange." she looks to him. "If I go? A lot more than just me and this world is at stake." Indeed, Cindy is a young woman with the weight of a multiverse on her shoulders. "Something terrible will happen. Like really, really terrible. Ezekiel made that very clear." she takes a very slow breath, a quiet thing.

    Family is what is important. "That's why I was there, Doc. To protect them. And now that I'm out? They're gone. No one knows where they went. No one recognizes me- I was in that room for over eight years, maybe closer to nine." she says with a little sigh.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "So because of a fate someone else thrust upon you, you have spent half your life in a hole protecting people you don't know. Protecting a universe you've never experienced." Stephen stands up and scoffs, "That's not how you properly motivate someone. That's not who I trust to protect me. Do you have faith in her convictions, Anna?" Stephen asks as he turns back towards the newly revealed tapestry with a nod towards his student, indicating a good job by Rogue.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue knelt down in her fancy dress to pick her toothbrush up and she sighed. "Now I gotta go back t'the cornerstore t'night." She lamented softly. Rogue glanced over to the kid beside her who was nodding his head and he agreed with her that that was nasty. The kid was called away by his parents though and Rogue looked back at Cindy and Stephen with her tootbbrush now in her hands. She stood up again and shook her head. "I ain't got faith in anyone, sorry." She'd say before spotting a trash can and walking toward it to toss the dental hygene utensil away.

Silk has posed:
    "I'm not trying to motivate anyone." Cindy notes, looking towards the tapestry now that its been changed, apparently. "Right now, I'm just trying to figure this out." she continues, just looking back towards the tapestry. "Maybe its easier for you, I don't know. Nothing really makes sense to me right now. I don't know."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "That's exactly my point. You lack conviction. You lack true drive. You don't have anything worth fighting for in this 'new' world because all of your attachment to it has been revoked by someone else."

    Stephen squints his eyes, as he talks to Cindy but continues to eye the new tapestry, revealing a depth that wasn't before shown on the painting. It's not relevant to the conversation as Strange is trying to convince her that going back into the hole is the worst answer she could give to the question of 'what to do?'.

    "So, what I expect of you, Cindy, is to go out, and experience life to the fullest, find love, experience hate, feed the ducks at the park. Prank your best friend. Do everything you can, because the curse you are told you live with, may never come true." Stephen says, turning to look at Rogue, as the same words are applicable to her as well.

Silk has posed:
    "Its going to come true." Cindy states, as she then looks to Stephen for a quiet moment. "I can feel him. He's coming." There's a certain finality to her words- words coming from a quasi-mystical sense that spreads across the strands of fate. A connection to the Web of Life and Fate that is intrinsic to her, and others like her. "Now that I'm out, it is going to happen. The question of when, is all that remains unanswered."

    "Anyways, if you can do that whole throw him back to where he came from thing, it might buy some time." the young woman says as she stands up slowly, and takes a deep breath. "I think I need to talk a walk."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I will do what I can, but unlike our other encounter, this thing you speak of, was not summoned here by lesser men seeking fortune beyond their due. This is an entity."

    Turning to Rogue, Stephen approaches the young girl after she tosses her toothbrush away. "I think we're done here. You did your part well." Stephen says and holds his arm out, planning on being a gentleman until they round the corner back into the sanctum.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would turn away from the statue she ws eyeballing when Strange re-approached her and she gave him another vaguely-annoyed look. "Did I?" She asked him, quite sarcatically. She'd take his arm at the elbow though with her left gloved hand and she'd wave back to Cindy. "I hope everything works out. If not, just make him help you make it work itself out." She'd show a little grin then before wanting to head back out. "Do I get to keep the dress?" She'd ask the Sorcerer then.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "You're not wearing a dress." Stephen responds as they vanish around the corner.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy smiles quietly to Rogue, bowing her head before she disappears around the corner. And Cindy just heads out into the city. Away and quiet.