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Log 3212
Date of Scene: 21 November 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Mon-El, Bombshell, Silk, Thing, Kaydin LeGraize




Mon-El has posed:
    Lar Gand is more or less wandering around aimlessly as of late, without any memory of what had happened to him ever since growing up on Daxam. Though, more recently Lyle Norg had suggested going to a museum as a fun thing that people from Earth do, so he has made has way to the Metropolis Museum of Natural History in Midvale. At the moment, he is standing in the atrium in front of a large diorama exhibit filled with taxidermied animals and fake plants that represent some of the local flora and fauna.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell is walking down the street at a slow pace, slow because she keeps stopping to ask people questions. There's a piece of paper in her hand, crinkled and worn. It's a blurry picture but the face of a man can be made out, enough that someone may recognize him. She herself is in her metallic form, but has taken efforts to tone it down a little bit. She's wearing a black leather half jacket that keeps her arms and upper body mostly covered, and a beanie that she's pulled down over her heir, so it's just her face and hands that gleam in the light as she moves around. She pauses out front of the museum, eyeing the building a little bit before she shrugs and makes her way inside the building. Can check out a museum and ask around about stuff at the same time right? So in she goes, walking through the front door, and pausing in teh atrium to take it in.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy Moon, dashing news intern, is also in the museum- talking to one of the staffers as they walk through the various exhibits, "Are there any plans for the future of the museum? Any new exhibitions that are slated to come through that might not be on the schedule? I heard that was a chance for an exhibitions of meteors and rare stones that might pass through the museum. Any truth to that?"

    The staff member, not a curator, just smiles, "Look, Ms. Moon, I can't answer any questions to the press on the record." The young woman says, "But, if you should happen to be in the neighborhood the week before Christmas, you might catch a glimpse at something special. Maybe. No promises."

    Cindy nods, "Thanks, Beth!" the young woman says, grinning ear to ear.

Thing has posed:
Ben Grimm strolls down the street, whistling as he meanders through the flow of people, many of whom gawk at the most familiar superhero in the world just enjoying the afternoon like a normal person... As normal as someone who is almost as broad as is he tall and seemingly made of orange shingles of stone. In mufti, Ben is wearing a pair of midnight blue slacks and a hawiaan shirt over which he has pulled a blue-black leather aviator's jacket replete with the Fantastic Four logo on the shoulder, Of course he doesn't wear shoes, though at least he has pulled on flip flops regardless of the time of year.

He nods happily to people he passes, regardless of whether they smile at him or not, always polite and clenching an unlit stogey between his teeth.

Because of course he is a gentleman.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar has not taken notice of Bombshell yet, despite her unusual appearance - there is enough of a crowd that with her low profile clothing she probably blends in fairly well. He glances over briefly at Cindy as she is questioning a museum staff member about future exhibits, figuring she must be some journalist.

    Ben, though. He definitely draws the Daxamite?s attention. Now that guy must really be someone who is not from Earth, either. He turns to approach the man, taking his hands off of the railing around the diorama which has been inadvertantly crumpled into a twisted mess in the spot where he was touching it. "You are not from here either, are you?" he asks Ben tentatively.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell doesn't blend well. But, when you're in a city that has pretty heavy super hero traffic, blending isn't terribly difficult, so even a Bombshell can blend. She turns her head to look over towards the conversation that Cindy is having. "DId that sound ominous to anyone else? Come around CHristmas time and you'll see something special? Cuz that sounded ominous to me. Just sayin." She reaches a hand up, fingers adjusting the beanie, pulling it a little lower on her head. She spots the destroyed spot that Mon El leaves and blinks a couple times, then walks over to it and tries to bend it back into shape before moving on in Mon-El's direction. "Hey pal, you should probably be a little more careful with your strength. Messed up that railing. I dont' really care, just sayin people might take notice."

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    A blur moves along the area, with golden lightning arching around something which moves at superhuman speed. When it finally slows down it reveals Kaydin and he looks over the various people. Ben Grimm is noticed. "Hey arent you from the fantastic four?" He asks as he walks over to the rock man.

Thing has posed:
Ben Grimm is looming over some woman and her child who is gigling at Ben as he plays peek-a-boo with the pig-tailed tyke. He grins and then accepts the woman's thanks for him stopping to say hello to her daughter whom had ben scared of him for a moment but also had been curious. "No need ta thank me, ma'am. Always a pleasure ta say hello t' a fan.. and their little one." he says, winking at the girl. "Y'know what time it is, sweetums?" he asks.. And in her best gravely voice she says 'It's Clobberin Time!"

Ben guffaws and turns away, grinning happily and almost walks RIGHT into Mon-el (whom he doesn't know) and blinks. "No... I'm from Yancey Street, kid. Ain't it obvious?" he asks, then blinks at the metalic girl that walks up... and blinks again as someone zips by. "Naw, I'm frum Alpha Flight. Yeesh, uv COURSE I am frum tha Fantastic Four.."

Silk has posed:
    "What, you've never seen the Fantastic Four, before?" Cindy wonders as she approaches towards The Thing, "Hi, Mister Grimm!" she offers in friendly tone, "I'm Cindy Moon, a news intern with D.B.C., its a pleasure to meet you!"

    "And really, I think she's talking about the exhibition. Its supposed to be pretty cool- a lot of rare rocks from space, and from Earth both. The word is that Doctor Richards may have donated some of the items in the collection. Would you happen to know anything about that?" she wonders, as her eyes slide over towards the crushed railing. Then back towards Mon-El.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell turns her head to look over at Ben Grimm a moment, tipping her chin up in greeting to the big hearted brawler. She blinks when there's that flash and then a person. "Damn Speedsters." Bombshell studies Kaydin for a second or two before she turns her head to look at Cindy as she approaches and starts talking about rocks from space. "Rocks from space. Like from different planets or just... meteors? What kind of rocks from space?" She tips her head slightly to one side, light glimmering off her chrome skin as she does so. "News intern huh?" She digs into her pocket, pulling out the printed picture she had and shows it to Cindy. The likelihood of Cindy recognizing the man on it is slim to none unless she's been involved with rogue military ops before. "Happen to recognize this guy?" She doesn't sound hopeful of anyone recognizing him but she's gotta try.

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    Kaydin smiles when he hears Ben and moves in next to him and holds his phone out, the evident sign that a selfie was being taken. He then smiles and offers his hand to Ben. "A real pleasure to meet you Mr. Grimm. Rumor has it you are the best pilot in the world." He says as he looks to Bombshell and smirks. "Dont like speedsters?" He asks playfully.

Thing has posed:
Ben Grimm blinks at the slowly growing crowd of, well, /youngsters/ slowly gathering around him. Doesn't matter if they are legally adults, they all /feel/ like kids to him. He eyes Cindy first, nodding slowly. "Pleasure ta meet ya, Ms. Moon.. Wait, yer with Tha Bugle? The guys that always harass Spidey?" he asks, "There's a reason i stick ta tha Daialy Planet.. But yer right. Stretcho donated sum rocks frum one of our earlier missions.. At least thats what I heard. We have a LOT of rocks at home so it's hard ta be sure which ones dey are.."

next he looks to the Metallic girl and shrugs, not seeming put off (or imnpressed) by her metal skin. It's just another day for him after all. "Well, the came frum space.. So yeah, other planets and moons and asteroids and tha occasional meterorite filled with alien terrors bent on talking over tha world.. But we usually clean those ones first before we hand em out.." he tells her, then frowns.. "I think we do, anyways..." he then squints at the picture a moment. "Nope, don't know em." he says, then glances over at Kaydin. "Don't believe tha rumors kid. I'm da best pilot in da /universe/." he says with a chuckle.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Yancy Street? What planet is that?" Mon-El just appears confused by Ben's reply. And he's even more confused by the other terms. "Alpha Flight? Fantastic Four?" Nope, definitely doesn't ring a bell. "So are you famous or what?" From the way everyone is acting, it kind of seems like it.

    He gives Bombshell a slightly sheepish look when she reproaches him a bit about the crumpled railing, glancing at it briefly and grimacing. Her attemps have -somewhat- gotten it back into a vaguely straight shape, but it still looks pretty messed up. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm trying, I promise."

    He peers curiously at Kaydin. Well, this planet sure is full of interesting beings.

Silk has posed:
    "I'd start at whatever street corner that is." Cindy says, looking towards the picture a moment and then up towards Bombshell. "You've got a physical location there, people in that area might have seen him. If he went by once, the chances are good that he went by other traffic cameras at other intersections nearby. Get those pictures, confirm direction of travel."

    "At least, that's what I'd do," Cindy offers, "Who is he?" she asks, then, "A name might be more useful than a blurry picture."

    "Yes, Mister Grimm. The same Bugle that harasses Spider-Man." There is a certain tone there, "Spider-Man, I think, is someone who means well... but I don't think he fully understands every action he takes." Another pause as she looks towards Mon-El, "Yancy Street is in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. I grew up around there, in Lower Manhattan. It goes all the way to Brooklyn."

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell turns her head to look over at Kaydin as he asks her that question. "Thus far I have found speedsters to be almost universally annoying. With rare glimpses of less annoying peeking through. Maybe you'll prove to be different." But the flat tone and raised eyebrow suggest she doesn't believe that. She frowns but nods when Thing says he doesn't recognize the guy on the paper, but she continues to hold it up for Cindy. Her head turns to look over at Mon-El then. "Oh... sorry. New to your powers? It can be rough at first, getting a handle on the strength. I broke a lot of stuff at first on accident." Her shoulders lift in a half hearted shrug. "YOu get used to it eventually." Her head is shaken though to Cindy's statement. "I asked around, no one seems to know who he is, or to remember having seen him. Guessing he was just passing through there." She pauses a few seconds before speaking, though softer this time. "Stravix is the name he went by. I highly doubt that's his real name though. Or that he's still using that name. So not sure it'll be much help."

Thing has posed:
Ooookay...

Ben stares at the seemingly clueless kid a moment.. then guffaws again and (gently) smacks hi on the back. "Har har! That's good, Kid. Ya almost 'ad me. Am I famous...?" He wipes at the corner of an eye, still not having noticed the crumpled railing or whatever.

Still full of mirth, he looks back to Cindy, but sobers a bit. "Spider-man does more then mean well. Yeah, he's a mouthy brat sometimes.. The guy jus' won't shut up.. But he's rock solid where it counts. If there is a top ten list uv people I would have m' back in a fight, you can be sure he'd be in tha top half." he says, which must be a surprise since the top One, Two, and Three slots must be taken up by his 'family'.. unless Johnny isn't in the top three, thats always a possibility.

He then looks at Bombshell a moment, and see where she is indicating.. and he raises a stony brow. "This skinny guy did that?" he asks, looking at the damage. "Heh... I know 'bout not rememberin' my own strenth too." he waggles his large fingers..

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    "Yancy street is a street, here in new york." Kaydin says as he looks to Mon El. "The fantastic four are a group of super heroes who gained powers from cosmic energy. They work together and beat down any villain that rears it's ugly head." Kaydin explains to Mon El and he looks to the other two women. He looks to Bombshell and nods before looking to the thing. "So what brings you out of the baxter building, Mr. Grimm?" He asks curiously.

Mon-El has posed:
    Right. So Yancy Street is somewhere in some city on this planet. Ben smacks him on the back, causing him to stumble forward just a little bit. "Um, actually I wasn't joking. I didn't know Earth was so diverse, so I assumed you were from somewhere else. Like I am." He pauses when Spiderman is mentioned. "Who's Spiderman? Is he like the 'Fantastic Four'?"

    He glances at the picture Bombshell is holding up, and listens to her describe the one she's looking for. "Why are you looking for him? Is he related to you?"

Silk has posed:
    "Maybe." Cindy replies to Ben, "I retain my reservations in regards to the Spider-Man." She looks up at Ben with knowing eyes. "We're in Metropolis right now, not New York. You can tell because most of the people are a little snootier and way less fun. Maybe you were moving too fast to see the bridges and general change of atmosphere." She says towards Kaydin, "Gotta watch your surroundings there, Quickster."

    She looks up as Mon-El speaks more on Spider-Man, but for now keeps her mouth shut. She's said what she needs to say in regards to the web-slinger, and fellow member of the Spider-Bite Club. "Well, I should get going. The reporter who sent me out here is going to want their information before his lunch time." She waves her work book. "Nice to meet you all!" she says, with a bow of her head before she heads towards the door.

Bombshell has posed:
"Ben Grimm of all people judging a book by it's cover? That's... surprising." Bombshell admonishes the big rock man when he calls Mon-El skinny. She tuts softly and shakes her head, a smirk on her lips as she does it though. At Monel's question she shakes her head again, gleaming silver hand folding the pice of paper and tucking it into her pocket once more. "No, he's not related. He's part of a group of people that did some really bad stuff..." She pauses a second, then two before she sighs. "He's part of a group of people that manipulated me into doing some really bad stuff. I'm trying to find answers. Someone sent me this picture, said he'd been seen here in Metropolis so I came looking." She looks up as Cindy exits, a slight frown from Bombshell, but a wave of farewell to the reporter. "So... where are you from then mister rail bender?"

Thing has posed:
Ben Grimm is getting all kinds of confused here... Too many directions at once even for the blue eyed idol of millions. "I can't be cooped up inside all day, Kid." he tells Kaydin. "Sumtimes I gotta stretch my legs, y'know? Besides.. I wanted pizza. And the best Pizza ain't delivery." he tells him.

Then to Mon-el he frowns again. "Y'didn't know earth... Yeesh, Kid.. Are ya an /alien/?" he asks, then groans. "I mean, I ain't got nuttin against aliens.. Sum uv my best friends are aliens.. but.. C'mon, y'guys really need to talk ta Immigration and Naturalization Services or sumthin.. I can't even go t' Canada without a passport and thats next door but we gots aliens walkin tha streets uv new york who don't get tha same consideration.." he grumbles, remember his last trip to the great white north.. and forgetting his passport..

He then looks at Bomshell and frowns. "Skinny ain't a judgement. People call me rocky and that ain't a judgement, it's just fact. This guy is skinny. Nuthin wrong with that. Heck, he's apparently alien too, and that ain't a judgment either...." He watches as Cindy leaves and shakes his head. "The only thing I judge at tha moment is miss intern's employer...." he stops as his cellphone rings. He daintily pills ut from hs jacket and thumbs it one, amazingly without destroying the thing.

Heya Susie! Whassup? Oh, Heya franky.. I thought it was yer mom... Why ya calling on her phone? Val did what? /When/? I told ya kids not ta play near tha particle accelerator? Why? Because ya could cause a chain reaction and get tha city sucked inta a black hole... No no, ya tell yer sister her fancy pants explanation about how unlikely that is will /not/ wash with me..."

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    Kaydin smiles to Mon El. "I will help ya learn earth stuff. The best pizza for example is in new york, and uses fresh basil in the pizza. It is heaven." He says as he looks to Bombshell and her picture. "Never seen him before." He says as he looks to the woman and is trying to not be too annoying to the woman.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, is he looking at a book?" Mon-El asks, peering at Ben but it doesn't appear that he has a book in his possession at the moment. "Pizza?" He really doesn't know anything, does he. "Erm, yes I guess I am alien to this place. I'm from Daxam." He tells Bombshell. "So you're looking for the reason why they manipulated you?"

    He smiles back at Kaydin. "Thank you. I...guess I will have to find out what 'basil' is."

Bombshell has posed:
"That's a matter of much debate. Some people prefer Chicago style pizza. I mean they're wrong, but they're entitled to their preference. And I actually prefer to get my pizza over in Jersey when I get pizza. Don't know why, but it always seems to taste better to me. But there's no better hot dog than a New York hot dog." She pauses, looking to Kaydin, then to Mon-El. "I think we're going to at least have to teach you about Earth foods bud. He's a Speedster, which means he probably burns a million calories if he's anything like the other speedsters around. He can probably give damn good food advice." She turns then to look at Mon-El. "I'm Bombshell. What's your name friend?" She holds out her silvery hand towards the Daxamite. "Daxam? Doesn't sound familiar to me. But there's a lot of worlds out there."

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    "Basil is an herb. It makes most foods better if you use fresh basil." Kaydin says and when the woman speaks he nods. "She is right, the best pizza is a jersey style pizza but the best hot dog is a new york hot dog." He says as he blurs off and returns a minute later, with two hotdogs in hand and offers it to Mon El.

Mon-El has posed:
    Mon-El listens to the food discussion with a fair amount of interest, though the names are all very unfamiliar to him. "So are calories a type of food too?" he asks.

    "Lar Gand." he answers when Bombshell asks him his name, though he doesn't seem to know why she's holding out her hand. "It's good to meet you, Bombshell."

    When Kaydin returns with the hot dogs, he takes them and examines them curiously. "Is this pizza then?"

Thing has posed:
Ben Grimm wince and winces and even cringes the more he listens to whatever he is being told over the phone. "And you thought calling /me/ would be better than calling yer mom or dad or Johnny... Well, I guess it /is/ better than caling Johnny.." he mutters and sighs. He looks over attheothers and waves, and starts walking brisky towards the nearest taxi. "No no, You do NOT push tha big red shiny button. Have we taught ya NUTHIN?!?"

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell shakes her head to the question of whether or not the hot dogs are pizza. "No, they are not. Those are hot dogs. And they are delicious. We will definitely have to get you some pizza too though. Probably one of Earth's best attractions is the diverse food. Every region has it's own food. And even then you get different cuisines within the same region. People in the north part of a region might make a dish different from the people in the southern region. You get big cities like this and New York? And there's food from all over the world around here." She blinks a moment then, catching what Mon El asked first. "Calories are a component of food. Uhhh like fuel in a ship? The calories are what your body uses. I'm not a biologist so ... don't know the whats and hows. of it all." Bombshell glances to Kaydin. "Pizza? Guy needs some pizza. I mean I can go, but the food will be a mess since I fly not run." She laughs as the hand isn't taken and tips her head forwards. "It's a type of greeting on earth. When you meet a new person to clasp their hand and shake it. But since you don't have good control of your strength yet it's probably NOT something you should be doing."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods. "Ooooh. I see. I think." She just explained a lot of different things. "Yes, I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you. I hurt some other natives...earlier. I didn't mean to, but they attacked me." He looks somewhat sheepish at this.

    "Well, maybe we can go to a restaurant that serves the pizza?" he suggests.

Kaydin LeGraize has posed:
    "These are hot dogs. They are delicious." Kaydin says with a smile and he offers the other hotdog to Bombshell and when she says to go get pizza he disappears in a blur. He returns a minute later with a box of pizza in hand and waits for Lar to eat the hot dog before offering him some pizza. "Yea we need to introduce you to earth food." He says with a grin.