Owner	Pose
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie has called Mila to the hallway upstairs, and leads her into the elevator "Today we are going to start testing your powers out to get a base line of where your at, and how to work on improving them." He will tell her as they ride the elevator down to the secret levels. He will step out motioning her to follow along "we have a room down here that will helps, keeps the neighbors from noticing and any accidents are easier prevented."
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell trots along with Samuel, fiddling with her fingers. The descending ride inside the booth is 'graced' by a low-key elevator music rendition of the 'Girl from Ipanema', which almost certainly wasn't there before, and which fades to silence as they leave. She hesitates a moment, walks back looking for the music, but it does not seem to be there. She frowns. She focuses, and the music resumes. And then she realizes she's lagging behind, so she hurries to scoot up to Samuel. "...easi/er/ prevented? Like... you do prevent them, right, it's just... easier to do so?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea, in here there are extra precautions to make sure people don't get hurt. "Like for example, with my blasting, things that were ment to stop me, somehow distracting, or what not, would have air bags under them, so if I fell I did not get road rash and such
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell nods and keeps scooting to a side of Samuel. "Uhm. Ok. So... let's... do the thing?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Ok, Doug is in the control booth so he will be taking readings, and also running the computers for us. "So lets start off with something simple. We know you can make sounds, so how about we start with can you make a song you like play in the monologue for us?
Doug Ramsey	A voice call from the control booth. "It's the concussions we were all worried about, more than the road rash." Inside, Doug is sitting with his sneakered feet up on the control panel, tipped back in the chair, and he's drinking a mug of coffee that says 'I <3 holograms'. "Okay. So, Danger Room One-oh-One. The Danger Room is one of the most sophisticated pieces of technology on earth. It uses hard-light holograms, force-fields and adaptive technology to create realistic simulations of places and people." He goes on, bending in to bend to the mic, "It is for training purposes ONLY. Rumors of vacation getaways, holographic fully immersive detective novels, and kissing training simulators are just that -- rumors. My name is Cypher, and I reclaim my title as Ultimate Master Danger Room Programmer." "What will we be doing today, Sam?"
Mila Mitchell	"Those were all good suggestions," starts the disembodied monologue, startling Mila who wasn't expecting it, "and it was a pity that they weren't real. Although, despite that, I could not but wonder... what if someone had mutant kissing powers? Then the mutant room /could/ be used for that, or we would have a paradox on our hands." The strings section of an orchestra introduces a movie soundtrack-like theme for a romantic scene. "But I could not help but imagine. How great it would be if a kissing training simulatior was real. Could I, perhaps, argue that it might be beneficial to my psychological well-being, giving the counterbalancing relationship embarrassment I am otherwise-" Mila, already blushing a red so deep one might suspect mutant powers had changed her skin tone, clenches her fists, her teeth, closes her eyes, and nods once, hard. The voiceover cuts off at exactly this point, leaving only the music. She's still focusing, and as she does so, the music jumbles more and more into a cacophony of sorts, as if she engaged in a psionic fight with the orchestra.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Breath in and out, calm, and serene. You control your power not the other way around. You can direct it without having to bend it. Feel the energy of it, and let yourself be part of it. You just have to relax and feel it.
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell takes deep breaths as instructed. At first the orchestra seems to have the upper hand, untangling the cacophony back into the original theme, but then, slowly, the instruments slowly fade into each other. One by one. It's a tedious, long work, but slow breathing and patience allow mila to slowly pick each single instrument as if it was a thread, and tie it together with a different one, until all that's left is a single, flat tone. Long, drawn out, unchanging, not unlike a purely sinusoidal dial tone.
Doug Ramsey	Doug turns to a terminal, and his fingers fly over the keys. Mister 160 Words Per Minute begins adjusting danger room programming code one-handed while he takes a sip of his coffee with the other. "Let's try some basic sound control and resonance work." The room changes to a completely alien landscape, with pillars of multi-colored crystals irregularly spaced throughout the room. "Each of these crystals will resonante with a speciic note at a specific amplitude. See if you can cycle through until you hit the right one." "Also, Sam, have you thought about bringing Alison in to train her?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie smiles as she works on this and slowly but surely gets to the one tone "Very good, see it is a part of you, think of it like learning to walk or ride a bike you can do it and with practice it becomes second nature. Now I want you to see if you can increase the volume and how loud you can be if so." He looks to the booth "Yea, talked to her about coming and helping out and teaching a music class also.
Doug Ramsey	Doug murmurs, "It's amazing he can be so thoughtful... what with all the concussions."
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell is startled at the sudden change of appearance of the room. "What..." She reaches towards one crystal, and attempts to feel it. "...these holograms are...wow..." she says. She stops short, just before making contact, and retracts her hand. "Wait, no, no, no touchy. Not without permission." She AHEMS. "Can I touch the crystal? I mean, if it resonates at a specific frequency, I suppose I can hit it and it will play the note, right?" She looks between Sam and Doug, who seem to have talked too close to each other. "Sorry, sorry, I... what am I supposed to do then? Cycle the crystals or... keep one note and make it loud, or... Oh. Like, hit the note for a crystal and keep increasing the amplitude until it shatters?"
Doug Ramsey	Doug bends the mic again. "Go with Sam's for now. Nothing in this room will harm you, even if this was an active combat sim, your vitals are being monitored and there are safety controls in place, the room is non-lethal."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "Once we have your level of loudness, we will go through the frequencies, I want to see also if the different frequencies effect the volumes you can control. When you get to the frequencies I believe the crystals will light up, or maybe show ya goofy pics of me." He jokes with her
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell cannot restrain a laugh at the latest comment, and resumes the breathing in and out. The loudness raises, raises, and... ...The 'battery low' chime of Mila's cell phone comes from within her pocket. Well, the energy to create that sound had to come from somewhere, and it seems like the cell phone battery has been the designated reservoir up to now. In fact, the sound falters shortly after, lowers in volume, Mila looks confused, and following a moment of disorientation... ...The sound quickly picks up again, strong, firm, louder, and louder. At a cost, though: the power grid turns out to have an extra load now, extra electricity is drawn from the mains, but seems to disappear into nothing, at a rate proportional to the intensity of Mila's note. Hopefully, the system of the Danger Room has excellent insulation against wild fluctuations of electricity close to its input, or, depending on how and where, exactly, Mila is draining power, the holograms might flicker... same holds for the lights in Doug's room.
Doug Ramsey	Doug's mouth puckers, and then he says, "Interesting, I didn't know she could do that. Sam, she's drawing energy directly from the Danger Room's power supply. The Danger Room's power supply is a Shi'ar fusion core that you'd typically find powering a dreadnought *spaceship* and she's diverting the lion's share of its output to her. I'm killing the sim for a second." With the hit of a button, the holograms die. "That's interesting." He falls back into his chair and strokes his chin. "We need a new approach. I think maybe some old-fashioned training first, maybe cracking wineglasses... we're going to need an energy manipulator to teach her how to do this without frying the Danger Room or blowing the power grid. But this has potential. If she's drawing on electromagnetic energy, she could potentially stop someone as powerful as Magneto cold."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this and looks impressed "Ok, impressive, seems we have learned a bit about your powers already." He offers her a smile and says "Look like we may have opened up a whole other set of training for you." He hmms and days "You may even be able to do sound blasts or... fly." He knows she likes the idea of flying.
Mila Mitchell	As the power is cut, so is Mila's sound. Silence. If there were crickets, they'd be chirping. In fact, if there was any decent amount of power to drain, there might be cricket chirping. But Mila's phone is dead, and her power is still immature enough to /subconsciously/ drain power from small batteries yards away from her. "...er...uh...", she says, fiddling with her fingers. "...stopping something very powerful... uh... it might be a bit much," she says, "I'm not sure if I can... ah..." Samuel's words finally kick in. "...hehe," she says. "...flying on sound blasts? That sounds like... uhm... Hello, and Welcome to Air Guitar, where our riffs are so hot they'll BLAST YOU into space!", she jokes, nervously, mostly in an attempt to calm (or distract) herself.
Doug Ramsey	"You have to understand," Doug says. "Every mutant -- *every* mutant -- has been where you are, with incredible power at their fingertips, but it being on them to figure out how to use it safely, effectively, and responsibly." "Even me. Believe it or not." He spins in his chair and then says, "Until we can figure out how to stop her from causing a meltdown in the fusion generator, which wouldn't explode... I *think*... but would be VERY hard to replace, we're going to have to put a pin in the Danger Room for now and do this the old-fashioned way, Sam--Unless... I'll talk to Forge. I have an idea. She seems to draw from the closest available power sources *first*... so I'll see if he can come up with some kind of battery that'll take the load off of power sources extraneous to you. Shouldn't be... too difficult. You don't mind wearing a miniature fusion battery in your hoodie pocket, do you?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well if we want to use the danger room, or out in the back yard think we might start with a few car batteries or something. And yes, we actually have a few friends, one who is a teacher here who uses sound to fly, will see about getting Mr. Cassidy to talk to you soon.
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell's brow creases. "...is that safe? I mean... if it's safe, sure?" Fingers twine together, and she leans forward, tilting her head a little. "...it is safe, right?" At Doug's description of how her energy draining works, she waits a moment, she opens her mouth, and then she closes it, as if she wanted to say something, but eventually decided not to. She turns to Samuel, eyes wide. "...flying? You mean... like... you think I could actually..." she makes a fluttering motion with one hand, while she moves it upwards, incredulous and excited.
Doug Ramsey	Doug raises his eyebrows. "Safe is a relative word. Right now, your powers aren't 'safe', because if you were to use them, you might cause power outages for miles. So figuring out a way to mitigate that would be saf-er." He steeples his fingers together. "All part of the process. When Sam here was a kid... he couldn't steer. Used to drive him nuts. He figured it out. You learn, you grow. Heck, my main role in Danger Room combat scenarios is 'get out of the way and get to the objective while everyone else is tied up fighting'."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie looks up to the danger room, and says "Cue up Theresa or Sean and let her see a bit of what flying on sound looks like." He will nod to Mila "If you can do blasts of energy flying is possible that way to, but stiring is a bit of a pain and with no blast field to protect you might be a lot of a pain.
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell nods at Doug. "...I like the idea of the batteries. Maybe we could start with that. It sounds like something... uh... saf/er/?" After Doug's explanation of his danger room scenarios, she goes pensive and crosses her arms. "Hm. Given what I've learnt today... there goes my hope that my role would be 'provide a driving playlist while everyone else is engaged in fights." She nods at Sam. "...flying. On sound. Uh. That. Uh. Flying. I hope I /can/ do those blasts of energy!"
Doug Ramsey	Doug brings up some holographic images of Banshee. "Banshee and his daughter, Siryn have mutated vocal chords that allow them to scream loudly enough and with enough power to generate kinetic energy, giving them lift enough to fly. I've also seen him shatter granite with a shout, so." Then he adds, "The Dazzler has the ability to *absorb* ambient sound and convert it into energy and generate light. You... don't work quite the same way they do but I think both of them might have some ideas on how to train you. I still wonder where all of these energy-generating mutants draw their power. Like, where does Sam get the energy necessary to generate that thermokinetic energy field--" He shakes his head. "Mutants are weird."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie smirks, and says "I secretly sneak down to the kitchen and eats a gallon of Bobby's chili every night, it is the only way to keep up the thrust." He jokes a bit. I am not sure, I know some do absorb energy." He looks to Mila "Our friend Bobby, not the new kid, the Brazilian fellow, he is basically a solar battery, and converter.
Mila Mitchell	Mila Mitchell says, "...well, at least I... I seem to understand we know where I get mine? That makes me... uh... less weird, I think. In that respect. Which, to be honest, is one point where having been weird probably would have helped." She turns to Samuel. "I don't think I've met that particular Bobby. The storage sounds useful. At the moment, I seem to be able only to do the conversion part..."