6591/Sentinels: Rumors

Sentinels: Rumors
Date of Scene:	21 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Logan gives info about Sentinels to Forge and Storm.
Cast of Characters:	Forge, Storm, Wolverine
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Forge has posed:
One of the big security stations is pulled wide open, and the legs of Forge are visible. He's laying on a peach colored towel relatively comfortably on the floor, his upper torso entirely out of sight due to being slid in underneath one of the big computer consoles. He's unaware of the world, focused; no music plays, just the quiet hum of the computers and systems in the room a mild music of fans and chirping computations.

Storm has posed:
Ororo has become quite accustomed to this particular pair of legs and feet. As she slips into the area where Forge is working, she tries not to interrupt him too suddenly. She is keenly aware of how unaware he is that she's there.

"Forge," she says quietly from across the room, setting down a bag of something that smells like food, and may, in fact, very well /be/ food. Forge loses track of his humanity when he's waist-deep in a computer. "Do you have a moment? I have one or two things that have been weighing on my mind, which I hope you will be able to assist me with." For once, she is casual. Or casual for Ororo. Black jeans and a flowy black drape, nearly see-through, over a gold sateen tank. Sensible black leather flats, with gold embellishments. And her silver hair is pulled up and clipped securely in a careless-looking updo.

Forge has posed:
If Forge isn't buried in a console, he's under a vehicle, or halfway into something else. He's often somewhat out of sight. It is, in a way, similar to how often he is also out of mind: Forge and his introverted tendencies keep him off in his labs and out of direct view a lot of the time.

"Of course, Ororo. Just a few more moments, please," Forge's voice is muffled from where he is. There's a few sounds of clicking and adjustments that follow, before he turns his head and looks, sliding out shortly after. He's in cargo pants, a gray tank top, his goggles on his forehead: nothing fancy at all. He draws his body out and sits up on the towel, stretching his shoulders and back from the weird position they'd been held in. "Personal, or related to the team?" Forge asks, giving her a calm smile.

Wolverine has posed:
    There's a clang some distance away as a security door is shouldered open. Might be hard to tell who it is until the rumbling deep voice is heard in those clipped growly tones that herald the arrival of everyone's favorite Canadian. "'Roro."
    A few more steps and he strides up to Forge and her, pausing a moment to quirk an eyebrow at the two of them, sniff the air, then he just launches into his own thing. "I ever tell you 'bout the time I came in here, thought it was him under the computers and it was just onea his spare legs."
    His arms fold over his chest and he then confides, "Spent ten minutes talkin' to the thing." He stops there though, though of course he likely has some other reason to be there.

Storm has posed:
Ororo pauses as the clang heralds an arrival. She turns to Logan as he launches full-bore into his story, lifting a hand to hide the quirk of her smile at the thought of him talking to a leg for ten minutes.

"Well, depending upon how deeply he's concentrating, you may as well be talking to his leg sometimes." Ororo opens the bag she brought in, and pulls a few submarine sandwiches out, laying them on the table. "You boys eat up, if you're hungry. Who knows when was the last time you ate," she says, focusing an arched-brow gaze on Forge with that statement. "But I had a few concerns I wanted to discuss, regarding these rumours of these 'sentinels.' I haven't heard enough to know which way to turn, but I'm concerned that the school's AI may need to be updated or altered to keep up with any new threats."

Forge has posed:
"Yes; I'm quite the practical joker," Forge deadpans, his smile relaxed. He leans behind him to pick up a few of the tools, setting them back into a tray he uses. One of the tools, though, causes him to tap on his thigh, opening a compartment there, and the item is slid away there, instead. A few things are always kept on him, his favorites of his tools.

"Thank you for thinking of us," Forge says to Ororo, with honest appreciation, climbing to his feet to investigate the food. However, the topic slows him down, and he stops to sigh. "I'm working on that. I'd planned a mission to go see what information we can gather, but too many other events clashed with it. I'm unsure if I'll need to end up going alone to investigate a possible storage area for these robots in Mexico; I'd appreciate some backup if you have some time."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Speakin' of the robotic devil," Logan says as he holds up a small black static-proof data storage device, he extends it towards Forge and says, "Ran an operation with Widow and Deadpool. Hit one of the facilities for the Sentinels. This is the data we were able to grab."
    He looks towards Storm then back towards the inventor, "We also had our hands on some spare bits. A robot butt. Thing is..." The Wolverine's features twist a touch scowly a little sardonic. "I think Wade stole it. Or is runnin' around showin' it off. One or the other."
    He snaps the fingers of the hand not holding the container, "Also Widow mentioned should prolly isolate the data before interfacin' it or somethin?" He crinkles his nose slightly, "I told 'er you prolly maybe might know what yer doin'." But he still told Forge, to be fair.

Storm has posed:
"You got your hands on a robotic backside," Ororo replies slowly and methodically. It isn't a question. She's just turning over the information in her mind. "Oh...for the love of--" she begins, as if a horrific thought has just occurred to her. "Wade has a large robotic derriere. I'd prefer that you use more than Norton's to clean it, when he returns it. IF he returns it..."

But Ororo's expression relays a modicum of relief. "How much information do you think is there? I'm glad to hear you were able to obtain /anything/, as at this point, every bit helps. Especially with someone like Forge to decipher it. No doubt he will be able to expand upon what is there, in ways that none of us can."

Forge has posed:
Forge blinks once at Logan but doesn't take longer than that to adapt to the new information. He accepts the parcel, brows very high. "Of course; I'll take extreme precautions, and keep it off of the main systems until I've scrubbed it." Forge agrees, tone still surprised; he had not expected data to just fall into his hands so easily.

He starts to lower his goggles, if then only to look at Logan over the top of them. "You let Deadpool walk off with important parts?" he asks, managing to not show too much of the dismay over losing tech to a merc psychopath. They may never see it again. "Well, if it turns up, even in pieces, I want to examine it; I should be able to build a blueprint very quickly, and learn a great deal about how these evolved into being what they are now. But I'll start with this, and see what we have. Mexico trip can be delayed, I hope."

Wolverine has posed:
    "A good bit, Widow's good at her job." Logan rests his hands upon his hips as he addresses Storm, "Lots of drives, and a good chunk of correspondence. " He shifts his weight to the other foot and turns his attention back upon Forge. "One thing though..."
    The Canadian mutant frowns and tilts his head to the side, looking past the others for a moment before he elaborates. "We got into a storage facility, saw some of where the robots charged up or got their windows updates or whatever." He uncurls a hand, "Thing is, there was a bay for a robot much bigger than the basic ones. Somethin' we haven't seen yet. So there's that. Grabbed all the paraphernalia from around there. But not sure if it'll give any insight."
    At the request to corral Deadpool, Logan nods and turns to start walking away, "A'right. If I see him I'll try and get what we can from him." A few steps and he adds, "You kids play nice, m'gonna head inta town."

Storm has posed:
"Seems luck is on your side, then," Ororo replies to Forge. "I would assume your cyber...intuitive? powers can do a great deal to fill gaps in the information, especially if there's enough there to build a decent scaffold in your head."

Ororo blows a sigh slowly between her lips, and shakes her head. "If you'd like, Logan, I'll also see if I can get ahold of Deadpool, and try to talk him out of the robotic rump. We seem to have a rapport, of sorts. I'd like to think that I can talk some sense into him. That, or bribe him."

Forge has posed:
Forge stares at Logan as he relates the specifics of the facility, and the dire warnings along with it of what could be coming. He nods once. "Understood," he says finally. "Both of you can look for the missing piece, then," Forge says, leaving the butt-jokes to the other two. "Tempt him with -- whatever he's tempted by," Forge comments distractedly. Forge doesn't know the mercenary, and is fine with that.

He starts to move out of the room, forgetting the sandwiches due to the new distraction of what could be ahead with the data. Exciting, exciting data.