3442/Log 3442

Log 3442
Date of Scene:	20 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Poison Ivy, Mon-El, Origami, Power Girl, Slipstream

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Poison Ivy has posed:
It's been a long month. Month and a half. And with two days left until the solstice, the days just keep getting longer and longer -- which is to say, shorter and shorter, there's a starvation in the air, an anxious storm prowling at the corners of Dr. Isley's otherwise rather comfortable room at Bellevue. Efforts to medicate her have largely fallen ineffective. Applications of gro-lites and fertilizers have just left her sighing for the return of the real sun, real warmth. The lights feel hollow, even if they're satisfactorily nutritive. She's still a sort of wilted grey of skin tone, out as she is with her day pass in her purse. You'd never know her to look at her, in her grey wrap dress, plain heels and chunky glasses, but the hospital guard set as her escort makes her stand out in the city streets. She sniffs, once, as though allergies were bothering her, and she holds her purse timidly in front of her in both hands as she walks.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar has wandered over to East Side Manhattan after having let Blackout escape with a bunch of money he robbed from a bank. Perhaps he shouldn't have let the man get away...but, on the other hand, a fight could have caused more collateral damage than what that money was worth most likely. And possibly gotten people killed or mortally wounded. Since Blackout hadn't actually tried to harm anyone, Lar had decided it wasn't really worth causing all that destruction, -and- therefore causing his teammates another headache.

    So instead of trying to pursue, he'd just moved on. He still has a lot of people-watching to do, in order to start familiarizing himself with Earth's various customs and traditions. The Daxamite notices Dr. Isley, who definitely doesn't look well. He scans her body from where he's standing across the street, wondering what's making her sick.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore softly soars through the sky on a paper airplane, quietly munching on a sandwich and looking around quietly. So far, she doesn't really notice anybody, since there's not a lot going on yet. Quiet boring whoosh.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Mon-El notices the Doctor, but the Doctor noticed Mon-El, there, watching her from across the street. Her face doesn't have he energy to manifest anger, or even to curl a lip in either derision or seduction. She simply stsres off across the street, continuing to walk forward without lookig where she's going, and she bumps weakly against a big-chested masked man, about to turn nd offer mild-voiced apologies before the masked figure simply wraps his arms around her and yoinks her down a side-street. She doesn't have time to even issue a word of surprise, but her guards, they bring up a shout and begin pursuit. It all takes place in a sparkle of the eye. The three are there-- then they're not. Thank heavens soomeone was watching.

Mon-El has posed:
    Hmm...she appears to be some kind of human-plant hybrid. And her body is like a plant that has been deprived of sunlight or something. But again, it doesn't really surprise Lar given the amount of strange people he has already encountered on this planet. But as soon as he sees the large man appear to kidnap Isley, he rushes down the side street after them like a speeding bullet, aiming to grab the perpetrator and pull him away from her. Hopefully without throwing him hard enough to kill him. And hopefully without unintentionally hurting her or the guards. Sigh.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore blinks. What. She slowly turns the plane to glide over the alley, slowly following the commotion, and tries to decide what to do. She's still not totally sure what's going on, and doesn't want to attack the wrong side. Especially when the.. speedster? shows up and ruins her previous idea she was debating on.

Power Girl has posed:
    The power of flight is one hell of a drug. Power Girl has been going back and forth between Gotham and Metropolis, and that results in the occasional stopover in New York- Which is what we're dealing with today. Mon isn't the only one that noticed the abduction- but Power Girl overheard it, rather than seeing it.

    There is a crack from the sky, and on the opposite end of the alley, the tall, blonde form of Power Girl merely appears, landing in the alley. Arms folded, she aims to interrupt the route of escape.

Slipstream has posed:
Never one to turn down a trip to Metropolis, Drake is currently lounging against the wall of a building with a foot planted behind him for support. He has a pair of large headphones around his neck with some type of glowing green logo on the side. He has on a zip up Overwatch varsity hoodie and a pair of destroyed jeans with patches beneath the holes. His hair has been spiked up here and there with a bit of gel as well. "Can't wait to meet her, she sounds really cool." He says as he glances upwards to the sky at times as if searching for the flying super heroine. "We gotta hit up this really dope steakhouse though for dinner. I know of one downtown that my team went to after we took the International championship two years back."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, steakhouse is a restaurant. It's called Wild Joes. Really good food. I think you'll like it." Drake says with a grin towards him. At the sight of the woman approaching from the sky, he lets out a soft breath as he runs a hand back along his neck. "Woah." He breathes out. "Hey Laurel." He says with a light clear of his throat. His chin tilts upwards slightly so that he can gauge her height properly. "Do you like steak?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I can get reservations there pretty easy." Drake says cooly as he leans back against the building again casually. He taps on his phone once he slips it out of his pocket, then taps a few more times. "Alright, reserved. Party of three for us." That was easy. The joys of technology. "But yeah, no problem. Lar is practically my best friend around here these days.s I'm always so busy with my job and all, but he makes time to save my life or just get food with."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. No. I met Lar after one of my tournaments. I'm a pro gamer. Representative of the Overwatch League. Captain of Team USA and captain for the New York Static Shock." Drake says proudly with a wide smile on his face. "It was a chance encounter and we just hit it off. He did save my life though the other day when some guys tried to jump me and take my wallet and pretty much the shirt on my back. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be in a ditch."

Slipstream has posed:
As he heads along after them, Drake finds himself speed walking to try and keep up. "Uh. Overwatch. It's a first person shooter game. On a computer. So I sit at a computer all day for about .. I dunno ... twelve hours a day. I just play the game with my team to about one in the morning. Then I go to bed. I can show you some videos if you want." He says as he taps on his phone, pulling one up as he hands it to her.

Slipstream has posed:
The game if fast paced. Top 500 level pro circuit style of action. Drake's main character, Tracer, is zipping about at neck break speeds mowing people down with her twin blaster pistols. As he continues to walk, he lets out a bit of a wheeze. ".. So ... I haven't gone jogging in awhile. Think we can .. slow down juuuust a little bit?" He asks weakly. "But, yeah. This is my job. I stream my game play to people who watch me. I live on the computer. What about you? Besides being a super hero and all. Do you have any hobbies, Laurel?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, it's one of the most popular games in the world. Been that way for about ten years. It's gone through a ton of changes and there's huge arenas now filled with Overwatch gamers. It's awesome." Drake says with a grin as he lets her hold on to the phone to watch the game. "There's Wild Joes." He points down the street. "I really hope you guys like it. I just love steak." He stretches himself upwards a bit. "You like to gaze at the stars? That's cool. I used to when I was a kid when my dad would take me camping back home in California. But, then I sorta started picking up keyboards and mice and from there I got into gaming. I could go for a round of stargazing again though if you're ever up for it."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, what she said about camping." Drake grins at the two of them. "It's just hanging out, outside near the woods and all that. In a tent, with a camp fire. It's pretty chill." Reaching up to rub the back of his neck, he says, "You two should come to my place and play the game with me. I bet it would be fun."

Slipstream has posed:
"Definitely better to go camping in warmer weather in my opinion. I'd hate to go camp in the snow. I'm way too thin blooded for that." Drake laughs. As he heads inside, he talks to the greeter and gives his name so that the three can be issued to a booth near the back of Wild Joes. There is loud country music playing within the very Western themed restaurant. There's a mechanical bull one can ride if they were feeling eager. The tables are covered in checkered mats and with menus waiting. Once they are seated, he scoots into the middle of the booth and plucks up a menu to look it over. "I really like the sirloins. After dinner, you want to go back to my place?"