3282/Play NYC 2025

Play NYC 2025
Date of Scene:	01 December 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Drake Winters and Cyberdragon take in the Pay NYC 2025 convention at Four Freedoms Plaza
Cast of Characters:	Mister Fantastic, Slipstream, Cyberdragon

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Mister Fantastic has posed:
Four Freedoms Plaza was many things. It was a functioning zoo. It was an apartment building. It was the home for corporate offices, bakeries, waste management, book stores, and just about anything else one might imagine. At least, that goes for the first seventy floors. The last thirty belong to the Fantastic Four. And one of them, Reed Richards, had come down to the third convention level, where Play NYC was taking place.

There were games of all manner being played. New technologies being demonstrated. Some competitions, and others just reveling. Of course, he did seem to attract attention, having to pose for a photo here, or sign an autograph there, but mercifully, most of the convention goers either didn't recognise him, or didn't care.

It may have had something to do with the signed photo each of them received. He had used a program to create a unique photograph for each and every member, with him turned to the left a little, looking up, just little changes, so each and every one felt special. Even his signature varied, which was also made with a program based on his actual one. No two signatures were alike. So it had the effect of being real in the eyes of an appraiser, without having to sign that many photos.

Slipstream has posed:
Having a small crowd around him is Drake, aka Dynamite. Captain for the New York Static Overwatch League team. He is settled in a comfortable looking blue and black DXR Racer gaming seat in front of a large glowing display where he is currently playing Overwatch as his signature character 'Tracer' zips around the map, executing the other team with her pulse pistols and chrono-pulse bombs. As he gains an elimination, the small crowd lets out a cheer and roars his name. Having surged to popularity in the eSport world at a young age, he has become the face of the OWL league after his debut for Team USA in the World Cup in which they took home a much coveted trophy against the Koreans. Having been invited to attend the convention by the league, he has been more than eager to show off his hitscan techniques and hopefully meet a few faces as well. As the game ends and he pushes up from the seat, he spies Reed with his own crowd. "... Wow... that's a real celebrity." He says as he rubs the back of his neck.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Video games had not been a traditional interest of Reed's for some time, but with a six and a four year old, he has been taking more of an interest of late. Plus, there was Johnny and Ben to consider, so, the Fantastic Four had all the latest consoles, and gaming PCs. Still, it was still far from Reed's forte. Watching Drake play, he could see talent. The young man knew his stuff, and Reed clapped for it in appreciation. As Drake approaches afterwards, and a bit of a gap opens around them, as people were curious to see their gaming hero meet Dr. Richards, "a well played match, Mr. Winters. Congratulations on your victory," and to the loser, who was trying to sneak out, he added almost in a whisper, "and condolences for your loss." He didn't want to add to the other man's embarrassment.

Slipstream has posed:
Rubbing the back of his neck, Drake gives a rather goofy grin. "You know who I am? Holy crap. I'm so freaking out. Dude, I'm a /huge/ fan of you and the Fantastic Four. My sister has a crush on Johnny, but she's like.. you know... fourteen so .. " He pauses for a moment, clamping down on his babbling. "Thank you for inviting me to participate in your convention as a sponsored guest. Blizzard really appreciates it, as does Team Static. It means a lot to be recognized by someone of your stature. This place is .. uh .. so awesome." He says as he glances about. "It's like what I want my dorm room to look like if I was to have a couple thousand square foot .. um... dorm room.."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Dr. Richards only smiled at the young man. Susan was so much better at this. "Thank you, that is very kind of you." He was trying to be friendly, but could come across as cold, or worse, verbose. Socialising was supposed to be good for him. "Ah yes, that is a considerable age gap." And he was thinking about his own age gap with Susan. Plus, well, knowing Johnny that was a thought he should not complete. "I'm glad. How are you enjoying the controllers?" They had been testing out a new version of controller, the Fantastic level.

Cyberdragon has posed:
Cyberdragon has had to finally head off from Mutant town. With all the people on guard as well as them able and willing to subdue any would be attackers he has chosen to head home for a while and rest. He had taken a bullet through the armor, thankfully it wasn't anything serious, just in and out of the skin. Nothing Vital damaged but still it hurt like hell. Having heard of the Gaming Expo he figures that it might be an interesting place to stop by on the way to go home. Then again he could also ask Reed if he might have something to tend to a relitively minor Injury.

That was the only Reason Cyber aggreed to this detour as he feels John should be home and in bed. So Security monitors might show the Same dragon that Helped Reed on that chemical spill that had been engineered by Scarecrow, flying in the geneeral direction of the Freedom Four plaza before a gentle set down. His right arm instantly grabs hold of his right side cringing a bit before he starts to head inside the plaza checking the sights out and goes "Wow and I thought Stark's expos were something else...."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Anywhere else, Cyberdragon would be out of place. Here though, well, Dragon Man is also present, and that dragonlike sentient android is almost twice as tall as Cyberdragon. There are a few people in cosplay, and might even be a few Gargoyles taking in the convention. These are one of the few places they can go without making too much of a ruckus. Everyone just assumes that they're in costume. After speaking with Drake for a time, one of the organisers politely intervenes, as Drake is needed for an interview after having won the match, and Reed ventures back into the crowd.

Cyberdragon has posed:
There are making things that are indictitive of Cosplay. And some constumes are realistic. As Cyber of course starts scanning the area searching hunting for Reed Richards. Of course He does stop by some of the people, and when he does run into Dragon Man, the large dragon man says, "Hey there tiny."

And Cyberdragon looks up and says, "Remember what happened to the security guard who called Sulu Tiny." he says with a smirk. It's a playful smirk.

For Cyber his outfit would have been made by a very high quality costume maker, as that tail twitches back and forth almost in aggitation as he holds his right side.

And assuming he can find Richards, he will start to move in his direction.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Reed will be found near a video game designer, who is trying to convince Reed to grant his company the rights to the Fantastic Four video game, but of course, Reed informs him that all such decisions are made by the executives of Fantastic Four Incorporated, and that he tries to stay out of any such decisions. Reed was busy enough with his experiments, and saving the world, to worry about who got to create a video game about his life and the rest of the team.

Cyberdragon has posed:
Coming up to Dr. Richards he says, "Ah Dr. Richards, it's good to see you again. Not sure if you remember me from that little spill up north." he says offering his hand to Shake if Richards will allow it. "I hope I am not imposing on you but I need a spot of help. I got slightly injured when helping defend mutant town against some racists." he says

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Reed did remember. There was very little he ever did forget. He had what was called an eidetic memory, and while there were things he forgot, they were usually things he consciously decided not to recall. Heroes were not among those things, so he offered a friendly handshake and a warm smile, "perhaps we should adjourn then. What seems to be the trouble?" He was going into medical mode, examining Cyberdragon with all his human senses for now, trying to determine exactly what was the trouble.

Cyberdragon has posed:
"Armor penetraing round punched through my armor. Nothing vital is damaged but my caretaker Mr stark will have a few choice words for me." he says And Will request someplace private to be examined trusting to Reed's discression. When the Pair are alone at this point what happens is the Dragon opens up, the neck splits open spreading down the chest showing a young man wearing a maskover his head and a decently well made uniform. Nothing flashy really save a few pouches around his waist.

His right side has a large blood stained bandage on it, as the Dragon suit slides off and becomes far more slender. Taking a Position much like a Cat tail curled around his legs. //~I only agreed to let my host come here hoping you could help. He can be... stubborn on helping people.~//

Mister Fantastic has posed:
Along the way to, and once in Reed's laboratory, certain security precautions are taken, but it is a testament to the Fantastic Four's experience that they go virtually undetected. Old hands at this, Reed has already conducted numerous scans, and had a background check done on Cyberdragon, everything in their databanks, or what they could gleam, with the help of Roberta, the holographic receptionist that serves as a voice for the Fantastic Four's computer, as well as H.E.R.B.I.E., who diligently helps out in the physical sense.

As far as Cyberdragon should likely be concerned, Reed is just going about diagnosing the issues, and tending to them. Fortunately, he is an expert on both the artificial and biological ends, and he has equipment to make it even easier. Tools are used to remove the AK 47 round from Jonathan's chest, while a detailed analysis is conducted of the armour, which appears to be sentient, but it is an unobtrusive scan. When the bullet is removed, Reed will apply a patch, some kind of healing gel, "there you. Would you like to keep it as a souvenir?" Some people were sentimental about such things.

Cyberdragon has posed:
For the most part Cyber allows the examination as he is not a carbon based lifeform. Metallic elements are strongly present. A bio-electrical field connects John and Cyber. John grits his teeth as the bullet is removed as he seems to have his companion annoyed. Most importantly is that Cyber's material is found throughout The host's Nervous system. Condenced into micro Nodes interwoven through his body from his finger tips to his spinal cord as well as centered in the motor cortext.

AS the gel is applied he smiles and takes it. "Thank you. Hopefully I won't get another one like this anytime soon."

The Dragon narrows his eyes, //~And as you can see I don't make you invincible.~//

"I never said you did. Now we...."

At this point the dragon comes up to push john back down to the table or bed.

//~Oh no you are getting plenty of nights rest, I understand your dedication to protecting others. But your hurt, and part of my duty is to help keep you alive and healthy.~// And at this point. //~Or you can go back on foot without me.~//

Mister Fantastic has posed:
"Under the circumstances, I'm recommending forty eight hours rest, assuming of course you can do that." He understood that some people protected their identities. "Should you wish to take it here," he reached, stretched actually, for a pad, "51D is available, if you wish to recuperate here?" H.E.R.B.I.E., was it the same one, or are there many of them, dutifully came out from a hiding place, with a wheelchair next to him, though, this one was levitating. It was floating as if on air. Chriping helpfully, "allow me to show you to your suite. I do hope you will enjoy your stay here at Four Freedoms Plaza."

Cyberdragon has posed:
John looks between Reed and Cyber as he sighs lifting his hands up "I yield I yield. Would be nice to sleep in a bed, and Thank you Again Dr. Richards. If you need our talents again please let us know I think we'll be happy to help." And The Dragon nods as he smiles allowing John to go off. Finally turning to look to Reed Richards and smiles.

//~Yes Thank you Dr. Richards, he always had fantisies of being a super hero when he was little. When we were joined they came true. Not that I mind, he's more cautious than some of my previous hosts had been. It's why I go along with his wishes, he's not out there trying to over throw Hydra, destroy AIM, or Topple Doom.~// he says using extreme examples....