7160/X-MEN: Xsylum pt 1

X-MEN: Xsylum pt 1
Date of Scene:	07 April 2019
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Members of the X-Men wake up in a strange new reality that may very well be a chilling take on a possible truth! Or, its all just made up by a powerful head gamey mutant.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Wolverine, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Cyclops

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Rogue has posed:
The end of the school year in 2027 is almost here. Its almost upon the faculty and their students. Its late afternoon now, almost evening, and members of the X-Men's faculty and team have arrived in the Teacher's Lounge to talk about upcoming scheduling needs and requirements, those here are here because they've essentially been requested to be here by the upper staff of the school.

Its a fine day though, everything seems happily normal all things considered--what with how the world is today with sentinels and other random madness happening at almost any given moment.

The lounge is quiet, there's food and snacks setup for the faculty and staff members who are coming in and out to gather up what they need to make this as painless of a mandatory experience as possible.

Rogue, her first semester as a Teaching Assistant almost completed, is here and seated amongst the lounge's sofas and chairs. She's leaned back in one of the chairs and is tapping away at her phone.

Wolverine has posed:
    As for Logan, he's there perusing the various comestibles at hand, eyeing them with some measure of trepidation as he shuffles along the side of one table and then moseys on to another. He picks up a celery stick and pushes it around the ubiquitous ranch dressing, as if delving for whatever lies beneath. Finding nothing he abandons the vegetable plank off to the side on a napkin and then dusts off his hands as if the veggie might have left some sort of contagion.
    Hands back into his pockets, Logan steps around the lounge as he eyeballs the others that have wandered by, taking in their measure and then giving a nod towards Rogue as he strolls on past.
    A chair is pulled out and he drops his considerable weight into it, leaning back with an arm resting on the back of another nearby chair and one boot over his knee. "So."
    "Anyone got an idea what this whole thing is about?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde comes in the door, talking to one of the science teachers. "You heard right. Mr. Fantastic himself. Just rolled up to the gate unannounced saying he wanted to speak to someone at the school. The Professor specifically. Jean and Scott were tied up and everyone else was dealing with classes so I spoke to him. He's interested in teaching here," Kitty explains. "Scott freed up and came by and talked a bit. We're going to have him back up again to talk more," the young woman says before she turns to greet those in the room already.

Rogue is a given a warm smile, and a pat and squeeze on a shoulder, careful as always of skin contact. "Hey AM," Kitty says before continuing past to scope out the grub. Kitty picks up an apple wedge and gets a bottle of juice before moving over to take a seat beside the Southern belle.

Kitty flashes a grin over to Logan at his lack of interest in the vegetables. "No beef jerky today?" she asks him of the snack spread.

Psylocke has posed:
"No idea," Betsy responds as she wanders in. She heads for the spread and fills a small plate with various veggies. She chooses not to get any dressing, preferring her veggies untainted by goop.

Picking up a baby carrot, she gives a shrug. "I'm not sure exactly what planning I need to do for Phys Ed classes. Other than getting tired of all the students who would prefer to sit on the bleachers rather than participate." She takes a bite of the carrot as she moves to sit at a table.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's phone is dropped into her lap, she's got a cardigan sweater on at the moment so touchings of her shoulders go without consequence due to a lack of exposed skin there. She raises her eyes up to Kitty and Logan and grins at them both. "We gotta get our assignments for Graduation Day. Remember?" She asks them both, but is specifically telling Logan because she's sure Kitty already knows. "Its a big security risk day, what with all the families'n such on campus... not every kid is parentless, ya know." She smirks then before she leans forward and sets her phone onto the coffee table, then reaches for a folder of information all done up pretty by Jean. "Anyone who willingly calls themself 'Mister Fantastic' has a questionable start for me." She softly quips after hearing that update from the Shadowycat.

Rogue's eyes look up to Betsy then as the other walks in. She grins at her. "Hey." She says. "I beat your boyfriend at bowlin'." She just... throws that out there.

Things, as a whole, feel pretty casual and continue to do so up to the next moment when a figure passes in front of the doorway that makes it suddenly shift darker out in the hallway.

Logan will likely, for a second, smells something possibly unusual to him, the smell of soap! But no... no, not normal soap, Logan surely knows what that smells like. This is more like the bland kind they have at modern hospitals.

Betsy will sense a cold shift in the minds within the school too, its like a sudden wave of change that rushes over the campus.

And what comes next is a blinding bright light that will effect all the X-Men--at least the ones inside this room. When the light fades, the room itself has changed, there's a metal door sealing them inside and the posh furniture has all been replaced with plastic and fiber board. The table with the food is now simply a table with dry bread and plastic tubs of crackers. A harsh lighting shines down from above and what was once silken drapes over the windows to the outside, are now iron bars bolted to the white washed painted walls.

The X-Men themselves are no longer who they know. Rogue, seated in a plastic and uncomfortable chair, is now a woman in her middle-aged years, with graying hair that is unkempt, ratty and unwashed. She's wearing a hospital gown over an unfit body. Her eyes are a dark bloodshot brown and she's staring rapidly in all directions. Similar, grotesque alterations have happened to all the X-Men in this room, their former selves now replaced by new visages that may well shock and confuse them as equally as Anna-Mare is now starting to come to terms with as she starts to stand up, searching their faces. "What the hell is going on?" She asks in a ragged, smokers voice. "Who the hell are you people?"

Wolverine has posed:
    Grunting, Logan keeps his posture in his seat as he says levelly, "Richards has his own junk going on." He uncurls a hand towards Kitty in a small wave, and a grunt is offered in reply to her question. But his focus remains on the topic brought forth. "He needs ta focus on his team, and curing cancer and crap. Not tryin' ta teach algebra to a buncha chuckleheads. He's flighty enough that this week he'll wanna be a teacher, and next he'll be heading off to Mars."
    In case that didn't make his thoughts clear enough, he finishes up waving a hand to the side and growls, "Hard pass."

    Then Rogue gives her thoughts on some bloke calling himself 'Mr. Fantastic' so he snap points at her and nods as if that resolved the question. But then his nostrils flare a moment. Brow furrows. He glances towards the door and seems about to say something when the lights seem to flare, overwhelming their senses...
    And when it fades the chair he was sprawled in is replaced with an old public services green plastic chair that would collapse under his old weight only now... with his gap-toothed ten year old rail thin girl's frame, looking on with widened eyes behind thick glasses, her brown hair pulled back into a pony tail...

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde glances up as Psylocke enters. She flashes a warm wave over to her along with thinking loudly, <Hey Betsy!> Kitty takes another bite of her apple wedge, giving a faint grin at the mention of the bowling trip. "We'll totally take the blame if Peter was great. If only because he bought us nachos," Kitty says of the time at the bowling alley.

She brings the apple slice and goes to take a bite, only to find it has turned into a bit of old cracker instead. Not just that but she's kind of gumming it instead of chewing it. Well that's not right.

The old woman that used to be Kitty looks around the strange room, and at the strange people in front of her. The hand holding the cracker draws her attention. Old and wrinkled, with spots on it and grey hairs even on her arms. She looks down at herself and sees her changed body, and a t-shirt that as she pulls it out to check the front, has a dozen kittens in it all sitting up.

Her face has so many wrinkles it is like a bad contour map. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," she says, the words coming out a bit odd as she has no teeth, it seems.

Psylocke has posed:
"Doesn't surprise me," Betsy says in regards to Peter's lack of bowling skills. As the world outside darkens a bit, Betsy glances that direction just as the wave goes through the minds. She sits bolt upright and reaches out with her mind...

A bright flash of light and the green chair she is seated on screeches as she pushes to her feet. Wait, not she. He! Glancing down at himself, Psylocke frowns. He's in the garb of a patient, a hospital gown with a pair of pants (much like scrubs) below so that nothing is being shared with those who have a rear view. He can't see his toes. Too much of a belly out front.

His hair is blonde and long in the back, though it is impossible to see that he has a mullet because he has on a ball cap announcing 'Bubba's Truck Stop'. The hat is worn, ragged and the bill curved and fraying. Obviously, he always wears it.

"What in the world?" Gone is the British accent. Instead there is a southern drawl.

Rogue has posed:
"If you people don't tell me who in the hell you are, I swear t'gawd I'm gonna pick this chair up and run its legs through each'a your god damned faces!" The woman with the graying dark hair says as she saunters toward the aging and ancient Kitty first... but she looks too old and frail to bother with, so no, instead, the one who believes she's a southern belle, is now moving toward the skinny little thing that thinks its a Wolverine.

"What the hell did you do with my friends, pip squeak?" She shouts at the littler one. "Tell me, or you're toast!"

Old Rogue's even older looking brown eyes glare up at what used to be Betsy but is now some hick ass trucker. "Billy Bob Dumbass! Where's Betsy?!"

Needless to say, things are starting to heat up inside of this locked off--and disgustingly sterile-hospital room. And outside of it? Through the little square window in the metal door, a face suddenly darkens the glass and stares through at all of them inside...

Wolverine has posed:
    The young girl that was in Logan's spot on the chair sits up sharply. Her clothes are these sickly green hospital shirt and pants, along with those white featureless slippers that are so ubiquitous in the medical world. For a second she eyes Rogue, looks to the door. But then those feet /slap/ on the floor and suddenly the kid is running across the slippery floor and skids as she /slams/ into the door with no ceremony.
    One moment /ruuuuun/ the next moment splat, on the ground. Then there's a stream of invectives that'd likely make the kitty-cat shirt wearing old lady blush.
    "What in the absolute **** is this psychic bull****, for ****'s sake. So help me." She turns and stabs a tiny finger in first 'Rogue's' direction, aiming her ire at her, but then remembering that that wasn't where Psylocke was. So she rounds to point at 'Bubba'.
    "So help me ****in' god, Betsy, if this is some ****in' mother ****bucket ***faced object lesson. I am going to tear your head off and..."
    But then he starts to slow down... to her /wide/ eyes widening all the more as she seems to bite down on her tongue and just simply _growllllls_ for a good five seconds before she pushes herself to her feet and then says, simply, finally.
    "Fuck."

Shadowcat has posed:
The old woman with the t-shirt of kittens chasing butterflies moves as if to stand. But doesn't seem to go anywhere. "Oh good lawd," she says, the 'r' sound coming out odd for the lack of teeth. The old woman puts her hands on the arms of the plastic chair, her own arms shaking a bit as she uses them to help push herself to her feet.

"Something is definitely not wight," the old woman says. She moves towards the door, starting slowly but getting herself up to a good pace once the motion starts to unravel the stiffness she feels in her joints.

The grey-haired, wrinkled old woman walks towards the wall beside where the young, foul-mouthed girl is lying. She keeps moving forward and *THWAP* runs her face right into the wall like she didn't expect it to be there.

"Oooowwwwwwww!" she exclaims, rubbing her nose. "I can't phase," she complains aloud. She reaches out, a spindly hand poking at the wall as if trying to push through it.

Psylocke has posed:
As everyone in the room flips out, Betsy just stands there listening to them all. Like a giant lighthouse with the waves slamming around but not giving way. "It seems we've been put into other bodies," he says simply in a voice that sounds like gravel sliding down a mountainside. For Betsy, that isn't so strange. Other than one thing that she would prefer not to have and hopefully will be returned to her body soon. Or Kwannon's body.

This could give her a headache if she thinks about it too long.

"This is not my doing, Logan. There was something outside in the hall before the light. Minds seemed muffled or muted. Then the light and now this. I'm Betsy. I'm guessing by positions and attempts." She winces as Kitty walks into the wall. "You are Kitty and you," she looks to the middle aged woman. "Are Rogue."

Then she catches sight of that window. "And we have company."

Cyclops has posed:
    The sound of a squeaky wheel echoes down the hall and through the doorway to the looney bin, and rapidly the squwerkiesqueakie sound grows louder and louder before a man is brought into the room by an orderly who quickly snaps at everyone to "Get back, ya lousy degenerates."

    The man in a wheel chair has his hands bound to the arm rests with heavy duty straps even though the man looks rather twig like, as if he hasn't moved his own muscles in years. Thin, frail and bald with liver spots dotting his oily scalp. He licks at his lips rapidly as if there was some salt at the base of his nose and around his cheeks that he can't quite get off. "Mmmm, is it dinner time yet?" The man who was formerly Scott asks before his neck begins to tremor and his whole head nearly vibrates. "What, what's going on?"

Rogue has posed:
After the door had opened and the orderlies had brought 'Scott' into the room, they step off to the side of the door and take up position on either side of it. Both of them are muscled and huge, wearing white polo shirts and clean white slacks. Their polo shirts have 'Sentinel Security' embroidered on the left breast pocket.

A second later, another figure steps into the doorway, this one is wearing a nice blue suit with a powder blue tie. He has a clipboard in his right forearm, tucked up to his stomach... and his head is clean and bald. He steps right into the room and looks at all of them, then smiles.

"Its working." He says. They'll all recognize his face, but they might be surprised to see him standing. Its Charles.

"How is everyone feeling?" Charles asks, as he walks toward where 'Scott' is now. He looks down at his chart and then lifts his hand up to Scott's forehead. He gently pats the man's forehead. "You've had the strongest dosage, you're waking up faster than the rest of them. Stay calm."

The orderlies remain where they are by the doorway, making sure none of the 'patients' try to get out.

Old Rogue's eyes narrow then, she starts to back up slowly, and ends up tripping on the coffee table behind her, it makes her stumble and fall backward awkwardly she collapses intoa heap on the ground, in clear and present pain!

Wolverine has posed:
    As 'Logan' had started to calm down, she gave the place a once over, scowling the entire time. Her little weaselly features twisting with clear distaste and grim consideration as she pushes herself to her feet, hands dusting off her hospital garb and taking a moment to compose a mental inventory.
    Of course this ends when the doors open with the orderlies wheeling in the Geritol Special. She levels a glare at the orderlies, at Charles, back to the orderlies. No words are given as she chews on her inner cheek.
    There's just a split second where she shoots a glance first at 'Kitty'. No help there. But then she looks at Bubba and grunts. Eyes meet for a split second and then...
    No warning, one second calm controlled cognizance. And then the next the tiny ten year old girl is /hurtling/ across the distance, planting a foot on the ground just long enough to go for a leap straight at the largest orderlie's face, her arms wide and her mouth snarling like some maniac halfling.

Shadowcat has posed:
The old cat lady backs away as the door opens, staying near to the wall as if hoping to not be noticed there. Lurking in ambush, like one of the kittens that adorn her shirt. That would probably make the big burly orderly a butterfly then.

The wrinkled bag of old gapes at the man who looks like Charles Xavier. Her eyes go to the person in the wheelchair, perhaps wondering who it is. Clearly something is wrong here, and the old woman that is Kitty doesn't wait to act any longer than Little Orphan Wolverine does.

The old woman's arm draws back to deliver a vicious karate chop towards the other orderly's throat. Only her arm struggles to make it that high, and she hits him with all the force that a normal person might use to nudge another to get their attention.

The big orderly just turns to glare at the old wrinkled woman. "Are you karate choppin' the Juggernaut, bitch!?" he exclaims to her.

"Oh shit," the old woman says. "Ah, it's me. Mystique! I got mixed in with them. Let's get out of here, um... Juggie."

Psylocke has posed:
As the new person is wheeled into the room, Psylocke looks toward the orderlies at the door. Her mind is still her own so she is able to gauge them as opponents. She reaches out mentally to try and touch them--only to find she has no powers. "No powers either," she murmurs for the others to hear.

As the tiny girl catches her eye, Psylocke gives no outward indication that he saw it. But when she makes her move, Psylocke follows.

Kitty's karate chop seems to annoy the man but Bubba's a bit bigger and stronger. Unfortunately, he is not as nimble as the woman possessing his form at the moment so there will be no high kicks unless he wants a groin injury. There is a punch toward the face of the man bandying around the B-word like that. She wills a psi-blade to appear around her hand just at the moment of impact. Yet, still no power. It is followed with an attempt to grab his arm and throw him across the room.

Cyclops has posed:
    'Scott' remains seated as he can't move, but there's also the fact he can't see. Across his face where his eyes should be is only scar tissue over both eyes in deep red 'X' shapes before they meet at his forehead and nose. Seems the surgery was a drastic one, and yet his head twitches once again. "They sound." Scott pauses to turn his head/ear towards something that no one else heard, and maybe he didn't hear. The man doesn't finish his thought as his fingers curl against the metal rail of his chair and strain vainly against the huge straps at his wrist.

    Then triggered, "J-j-jjj-j." A stutter, a mental block prevents the 'x-man' from speaking properly.