Owner	Pose
Belonwu Mazi	Westchester is not especially busy tonight. Most people are home by now and the shops are closed. Street lights came on an hour or two ago and the air is cooling down. One house is lit up though.The street is cordoned off for a block and all the homes there have been evacuated. A small brownstone seems to be the focus of attention. Nervous looking police officers man the roadblocks, while men and women in FBI raid jackets are clustered near a white CDC van and a CDC semi with trailer. All the doors and windows in the brownstone are sealed in plastic and the front door has a makeshift airlock attached. One man, bald, dark skin, in jeans and an FBI jacket is a little bit away from the others talking on his phone. He finishes his conversation, pockets the phone and looks at the house with his arms crossed.
Mon-El	Lar Gand, sometimes known as Mon-El, is spending some time on Earth this month. It's always nice to come back around here every so often--it's as good a place as any to spend some time soaking up the yellow solar radiation. After all, not every inhabited system has a star like Sol. Really, Earth is kind of oddity, speaking on galactic terms. All these power beings, yet still not quite a part of the galactic community just yet.     Anyway, he was flying around New York when he noticed the evacuated street, and large gathering of authorities, so he descends to investigate, using his X-ray vision to search for anything unusual. He's actually not wearing tights this time, just regular street clothes, since he hadn't been planning on getting into anything -too- intense.
Belonwu Mazi	Inside the brownstone, two people are lying in beds in ehat are likely the bedrooms. Four people in biohazard suits are also in the house. One with each person lying down and two others seem to be exploring. Belonwu looks over, not noticing Mon-El until he has virtually landed. He squints for a moment before he recognizes who it is, then smiles. Belonwu waves off the others and walks over to Mon-El. "We weren't expecting company," he says with a strong Nigerian accent. "I am Dr. Mazi." Belonwu offers a hand. "And I know who you are!" he jokes, though the smile doesn't quite reach the eyes. "What can we do for you?"
Mon-El	Lar studies the situation inside. Hm, biohazard suits? Maybe some kind of serious epidemic is going on? He does happen to hail from a planet that excels in medicine. Well...used to. And will. Even if not exactly currently. It's complicated.     He takes the offered handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Doctor." he says politely. "You probably know me as Mon-El, but you can call me Lar." he continues, still smiling. "What can you do for me? It's more like what can I do for you? What's the situation here? Some kind of epidemic?"
Belonwu Mazi	"Lar it is, then," Belonwu says with a smile. He turns a bit so they can both see the house. "We hope not. There have been some very odd cases of flu in South Sudan, Afghanistan and Pakistan. Very strange genetics." "Belonwu considers Lar a moment then continues, looking back at the house. "We have been monitoring and this family called for an ambulance saying they had the flu and were bleeding from the eyes and ears. It may be unrelated, but we could not take any chances." "The problem, you see, is that the new flu strain we are tracking is artificial."
Mon-El	"The flu?" Lar frowns, also turning toward the house in question. Bleeding from the eyes and ears? "Hm, doesn't sound like your typical case."     "Artificial, huh. So you think someone engineered it?" he pauses. "Think I could take a closer look at the victims? I might be able to see something you guys can't." Not trying to brag, really, it's just true.
Belonwu Mazi	"No, it is not typical at all. Of course we must rule out other causes. Self-reporting is notoriously unreliable." "I... am not certain. Right now the house is a level 3 quarantine. Do you have experience with the biohazard suits?"
Mon-El	Lar nods. "Yeah, for sure. It's definitely very subjective." he says, in regard to self-diagnosing.     At the last question, he smirks a little bit. "No, because I've never needed one. I...don't get sick from anything really, unless it's magical, or I haven't taken my um, meds." he chuckles.
Belonwu Mazi	"If only we were all so fortunate! The suit does not just protect you, though. Clothes and the body are very hard to decontaminate, but the suits are easy. Even if you can't get sick, it keeps you from bringing the disease out and spreading it." Belonwu thinks for a moment. "It might be better for me to show you the evidence the team has gathered so far. And I can tell you what we know about the artifical strain. We are calling it H1-N7, or Wendigo." Belonwu gestures towards the CDC semi in an offer to show Mon-El what they have.
Mon-El	"Uh, right. Right, you're right." Lar replies, sounding somewhat abashed. Of course he wasn't thinking about unintentionally infecting other people who -weren't- immune to everything like he is.     "Sure thing." he agrees to the suggestion, and follows the man over to the CDC vehicle.