Michale CS

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The Engineer
Watching the object attach to the Tardis Zerullian let out a sigh or relief. The machine didn't murder the man, so that truly meant it was damaged. Looking up at the jet and the man that arrived the Time Lady didn't really have much more to go with. Taking a last long look at the new rock of a machine, Zerullian grudgingly began to climb, leaving the machine where it rested. Behind her came the box still tied to her waist.

Upon climbing into the box Zerullian hauled the box up before place it next to her. The box emitted a light glow for a few seconds causing her to snatch it out from where she placed it. Opening it up the core of the Tardis blinked a few times. "This isn't going to be simple." The Engineer finally spoke up. "Doctor, I hope you know what you are getting yourself into. Irregardless, things are only going to get more difficult from this point out."

"So, where on earth are we heading?"
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Azalia Ashburn

(Timeskip to be decided upon.)​
 
Two days ago...

Upon climbing into the box Zerullian hauled the box up before place it next to her. The box emitted a light glow for a few seconds causing her to snatch it out from where she placed it. Opening it up the core of the Tardis blinked a few times. "This isn't going to be simple." The Engineer finally spoke up. "Doctor, I hope you know what you are getting yourself into. Irregardless, things are only going to get more difficult from this point out."

"So, where on earth are we heading?"

"To a very special place, ma'am." And not long later, the Blackbird arrived at...

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"The Headmistress is out at the moment, but why don't we go to my office where you can fill me in on the details I may need to assist you more fully." He escorted Jackie and the Engineer to his office which was part lab, part man-cave, in all honesty.

After they'd settled in, he sat behind his desk, resting his elbows on it and steepling his fingers. "The initial scans of your craft indicate both an incredible level of technology and an immense age. I won't pry further; I'm only stating this so we can outline our situation better. I would logically assume your goal would be the restoration of your vehicle. Before I can offer any further assistance, however, I need to be utterly sure of your intentions."

"No need. I've been conversing with the TARDIS - such that he's capable of in his condition, and determined they're benign. He's been psychically translating her language into English for us."

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"I shall offer a place for you to stay for a time. And if you do end up needing access to technology that our humble Doctor doesn't have on hand, I can speak to our allies in Wakanda. I do give you a word of warning however. Do not contact Stark Industries nor Wayne Enterprises - The heads of both of those corporations won't be able to contain their curiosity about your technology, and from what I've seen, it's not anything that I want them having even a glimpse of."

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The Engineer

Walking in behind Jackie The Engineer spent a few moments look around the room. Rather than open her mouth she conversed silently with the Tardis core. Crossing her arms tapping her feet. As if on cue The Engineer pointed back towards the woman now entering the room. "She would have the answers it seems." Zerullian spoke. Nodding Zerullian did indeed need a place of residence. "Very well, I will evade these individuals." The Engineer spoke plainly.

Looking back at the doctor "Just to put it into context. This box is older than perhaps your species. Well, it is... this gets really confusing the moment you step into it. Its.. different." Zerullian said before thinking on what would be required. "Well, I feel much of what is needed can... hopefully be found. I am sure I can jerry rig something together if it truly comes to it. Once I am out of here I do not fear it falling into the wrong hands and can go from there. Not worried much on dying a natural death now-a-days." The Engineer continued before thinking "Those doors are held shut by bonds stronger than those capable of being forged in the heart of a dwarf star." Zerullian finished with a notion to the doors. "Although you seem to have no intentions to harm me or my ship. Be aware, that he is also aware. This is a War Tardis, damaged or not, it isn't as simple as a type 70." The Engineer smirked.

"Wouldn't understand that... right, different audience than normal. So! Now that I am not a threat, you have offered your services and the machine is hidden. I think that we can begin work. Problem is, I do hope you realize... these others you spoke of may have technology I require. Not worried about it, wood is so out of style these days." The Engineer spoke tapping the instrument in her pocket.
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"Th-thanks for the booze, guy. L-llisten, if you ever need my help again... bring more. Now, before the presence of so many powerful extradimensional-" Belch "Eeentities throws the delicate balance of Froopyland off the same way that she did, will ya beat it back home? If you come back do it one at a time, eh pal?" Rick Sanchez said to Lucifer and the others there. "Oh, and I assume this is yours..."

He held out some sort of electromagnetic containment unit. Inside it, once he brought it to their attention - Manhattan, Strange, and Surfer felt the pull of a Reality Shard. "Thaaat's why she changed into the Dark Froopy. It twisted the dark energy she was infested with. These things are dangerous, pal, you should keep them locked up in miniverses like this. Th-they seem to have no power outside of their home universe - while there's no one from their home universe there. I can keep this bad boy locked up for you if you don't want to take it home. Cause that-that's why you're here right, other than for the problem I already solved..."

When they eventually go back to their Earth, they will find two days have passed, even though it was a few minutes here.


@Gands @LuckycoolHawk9
 
Dr. Manhattan.

" Fascinating, well done sir. I believe though if we leave these here, you might well be bothered again by people worse than us. So if you don't mind, we will take this with us. "

He gestures and the shard floats over and stops near to him.

" My own solution was to make each it's own universe. "

Dr. Strange says nothing, he has been many places and this person neither surprises him or scares him. He is perhaps impressed at the speed of his solution and his dealing with the mask. He trails behind the others heading back to their own reality.

Silver Surfer too trails behind the others. He had been many places had the surfer. Seen many things in the universe. But this fellow was unique. To be avoided in the Surfer's mind. So he returned with the others in a state of contemplation.
 
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It has been a week since the final cleanup in Detroit. All of those who had been present during those moments, who could in fact be located, were invited to a private party at a high class restaurant. Hercules had help from this with his local assistant who was quite the wizardess with the ability to locate people. Cousin Dianna had already sent her regards and said she would not be able to make it. Likewise, he and the Martian Man hunter had spent the better part of a day simply talking, both men getting along very well. The A.I./ mechanic lifeform left with her cog quite happy.

For Hercules and his assistant, the last five days were covered in paperwork, and then ... more paperwork. The restaurant had a large table of snack foods for his friends to start with. It was frankly just good to get away from the desk for a day or two.

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Felicity Smoak and James Hunter

Felicity had a pretty uneventful week after the Detroit meeting. As much as she wished she could have done more, there was nothing to be done. She wasn't sure why she decided to come to the dinner. Perhaps it was because she had done a good thing or maybe it was just to have a night away from work as Overwatch. Of course, there was also a smart part of her that wanted to thank the thief who had made sure she hadn't died. He hadn't exactly given anyone a chance to talk to him before he had run off without a single word. It seemed unlikely that he would come here, but it wasn't important.

James arrived after Felicity and had only agreed to come for the food, dragging in a huge shopping bag behind him and adjusting his hair as he silently walked over to the food. He just wanted to get through the night without anyone asking why he had helped.

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Phil Wells/ Moment Man

After time cowering and being confronted, Phil was done with it all. He was going to integrate this guard and he wasn't about to let the vision come true. He also was done being terrified by the Joker. He was fucking sick waking up in fear and he took all that aggression out on the goon. After that, he headed into work. Hopefully, things would look up from there.

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New York was getting chilly this time of year, and Sarah liked that. It meant her favorite form of attire, the hoody, was not only fashionable but necessary. Today it was her black, white, and purple Jimi Hendrix adorning her as she walks the streets with a bag of groceries dangling from her right hand. It was ten after noon, and Sarah was on her way back from a shopping trip to a natural foods store. Recently in her post as a counselor, Sarah had been assigned a young mutant girl who not only struggled with the usual perils of bigotry and homelessness, but the ongoing health concern that she was also allergic to gluten. Those food items were in short supply, and so she had taken it upon herself to get the girl some gluten-free food.

Sarah had her hood up to hide the pair of bone horns coming out of her forehead. The horns had a tendency to set new arrivals at eases; why it did she could only speculate. All she knew was the horns personally just felt right to have. Like some people find a hairstyle or hat just completes them, these horns did the same for her. Of course you couldn't just walk around in this world with horns and expect things to be fine, hence her fondness for hoodies.

She came around the corner and saw an all-too-common sight: a woman in old dirty clothing sitting on the street with a hand out holding a styrofoam cup.

"Help, please?" She asked as Sarah approached alongside others who keep their eyes forward or down at their phones. Sarah stopped and took out the buck-fifty-two in various coins she had in her pockets while the rest of the crowd moved around her. "Here, it's not much, but-"

The woman interrupted her with a pat on the hand and a smile "You learn to appreciate everything dear."

Sarah could not help but smile at that, and after dropping the change in, she reached into the pocket of her jeans and also dropped in her 'counselor card', which was just a small card with her name (Sarah) and the number for the cellphone in her other pocket. "You ever need more help than that, find a phone and give me a call. Any time."

The woman gave a quiet "Thank you." and Sarah continued along her way. For the couple seconds before the door to the coffee shop the woman was seated next to opened, and she heard "Help, please?" answered by a laugh and "See what I mean? They're everywhere!"

"Here's something more valuable, advice: Clean up, and get a job."

said a female voice. Sarah turned around and saw a couple of twenty-somethings walking away from the woman with smug plastered on their faces. The woman, to her credit, took it well with no sign those words had hurt at all. But Sarah knew they did, and it took a Herculean amount of effort to not at least give the offending couple "The kebob treatment" as they passed her. These people were the kind who gave her generation a bad name. The apathy, the callousness. Marrow would not have hesitated to defend/punish.

But she hadn't really been Marrow in a while. Going legit to (hopefully) make a real difference had made that necessary.

But Sarah still followed the couple from a discrete distance. And she followed them for a block past where should have turned toward The Whitmore. It was no surprise for her when they came to shiny new Mazerati and the guy clicked it open. Sarah kept walking as they got in, and under the cover of the crowd exacted just a little revenge. Or whatever it is you would call what she did.

The young woman grew a small spike of bone in either palm of her hand, and in a quick motion launched them at the back tires of the car just as it was about to drive off. They popped very loudly, and the rims scraped on the asphalt as the panicked driver hit the gas. Sarah stood with the crowd, and watched as the couple got out of the car. The look of panic and worry on the guy was more satisfying than the one of surprise on the girl. He probably had to explain to his rich parents how this could have happened.

Sarah grabbed her bag of groceries from the sidewalk and turned back the other way. Sure, this incident wasn't going to change their opinions even if they did have the idea it was related to their callous treatment beforehand. Sarah knew that. It did not make her feel less fulfilled to have done it.

In due time, Sarah made the proper turn to head straight for the Whitmore with a satisfied smile upon her lips.
 
Sarah grabbed her bag of groceries from the sidewalk and turned back the other way. Sure, this incident wasn't going to change their opinions even if they did have the idea it was related to their callous treatment beforehand. Sarah knew that. It did not make her feel less fulfilled to have done it.

In due time, Sarah made the proper turn to head straight for the Whitmore with a satisfied smile upon her lips.

"You're smiling." Courtney said, as Sarah entered. "What did you do?" Then, Stargirl just waved her hand. "Nevermind. I don't want to know. Did you remember the Italian Parsley?" The semi-retired heroine asked as she started to make her way to the kitchen along with Sarah.

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"It's all in there." Sarah answered. She set the bag on the counter next to Stargirl and had a seat at the table, still smiling like the cat who had eaten the canary.

"I didn't do anything too naugthy, I promise." She said and laughed a little while putting her feet up on another chair. The young woman pulled her hood down to allow her horns to be on full display. They were short, not too pointy for now. It was her more subdued look.

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"It's all in there." Sarah answered. She set the bag on the counter next to Stargirl and had a seat at the table, still smiling like the cat who had eaten the canary.

"I didn't do anything too naugthy, I promise." She said and laughed a little while putting her feet up on another chair. The young woman pulled her hood down to allow her horns to be on full display. They were short, not too pointy for now. It was her more subdued look.

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"You letting those horns get to your head, Sarah?" Courtney teased. After putting away the things that required refrigeration, she turned back to Marrow.

"One of our Alums, Azalia... She's doing well for herself! Has a concert opening for Alison Blaire... You know, Dazzler? But..." She sighed.

She pulled up an article on her smartphone. Apparently the irony of a blind woman opening for Dazzler with her light displays drew a lot of nasty jokes from the usual internet trolls and even TMZ.

"Maybe someone should go see her, for support. All I do for ... And... then something like this jerks me back to reality. I know people can be cruel, Metahuman or no... But this is just low. Most people don't even know she's a meta at all."

Courtney sighed, her rant finished, and started in on the pasta sauce.

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Azalia Ashburn

Crossing her legs Azalia looked over at one of her rabbits. One of its paws was holding a newspaper, the other holding a cup of tea. Not moving Azalia puppeted the creature, reading the newspaper and occasionally letting the creature indulge in its cup of tea. It was rather distasteful, the way that many people spoke about her. Did it matter if she was blind? Awkward? It wasn't weird that a blind person would start for someone who... well, maybe it was weird.

Letting go of the newspaper Azalia came back into herself. Standing up she cross her arms and grumbled. "People are rude. But, atleast I am better off than them." Azalia said point suddenly towards the rabbit. Mid drink the rabbit stared back, not blinking once "What else does it say?" She spoke. Dividing her mind she began to walk while reading through the rabbit's eyes. Stumbling the creature brought the women's laptop over and began a rapid tapping on the keyboard.

"Hopefully she will not walk off the stage. How would I walk off the stage?" Puffing air out and into her hair she parted it across her face. Moving across the apartment she took a seat at her couch. Not many people understood what it was like to be blind. Let alone, different beyond even that. While she wasn't so much bothered by people comments, it just amazed her how quickly it spread. But, as always they would come anyway. The show wouldn't be bad, in fact it was likely to be fantastic.

Taking her phone out she tossed it backwards over her shoulder and into the kitchen. The rabbit at the table grabbed it and began dialing. Within a moment the rabbit had the cellphone pressed against its face. When the other end picked up the Rabbit instantly responded "Bah! Ha-" was all it could get out before Azalia snagged the phone away from it. "You were to dial it, not converse with it." Azalia hissed. "People aren't really being the most kind individuals when it comes to my up coming act." Azalia said into the phone. "Even TMZ has something to say about it. Like, really... don't they think being blind is tough enough already? Then again, its not like they expect me to actually be able to see the words, but I have. Should I stay quiet?" Azalia asked. She was a little bothered at this point, people were mean.
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Having interrogated the Joker's goon, Phil heads to the T.V. Station known the Joker plans to blow it up. !!!

Of course, once at the station everything is running like normal, for now !!!

Heading to his office, Phil runs into a familiar looking redhead. He isn't certain at first.
She is wearing a name tag. Dr. Pamela Isely.

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Phil Wells/ Moment Man

Phil wasn't sure why, but he felt that something bad was going to happen if he didn't get to the station immediately.

He was very confused when he found it running as normal, unhindered and unhurt.

He ran into a familiar redhead. Was it her? He wasn't certain, but then he spotted the name tag.

" What are you doing here?" He asked, very worried now.

@Gands
 
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"My dear Phil, how can you be surprised to see me after our all to brief triest ?"

She reached out and caressed his jaw, the exciting tingles of her touch spreading across his face like a splash of water.

"I wanted more of you Phil, and most often, I get what I want!"

@LuckycoolHawk9
 
Phil Wells/ Moment Man

" I'm just surprised to see you at my work is all. I did our lovely night."

Phil felt her touch against his jaw and he was happy. It just felt good when she touched him, even though he knew it might literally kill him at the rate he was going.

He looked at her and tried to find the words to respond to that. He decided to just nod in agreement for once.

@Gands
 
Suddenly...
It was a feeling of disquiet. Sort of like during an earthquake, or just before a hurricane hits.
Like you, like no one, is safe. Everyone felt it. Everyone.
What they got from this feeling varied greatly. The average person just went back to their day, with a sense of foreboding nagging at the back of their mind. Something needed to be done about this, but what?

Others, not so average. Felt more. For them, it wasn't just a sense of instability.
It was a certainty. Something tried, and nearly succeeded, at ending everything.
Reality itself had, for the briefest of instants, stopped existing, then reasserted itself.

Those who had seen or been in proximity of the things known as Reality Shards, knew even more.
Someone had tried to destroy a Reality Shard, and had nearly succeeded.

A voice in the minds of the most powerful of heroes echoed...
and... it was a teenage boy's voice.

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Franklin Richards, Son of Reed and Sue Richards.
In his youth known as Tattletale, now known as Psi-Lord

"Listen, I've been working with some alternate versions of myself to contain this, but we're going to need help soon. Some really bad guys are trying to muck with the Reality Shards. Thankfully, they're also competing with each other so... I made another reality for them to mess with. Buuut... these guys are smart and will eventually figure out that their toys don't work in this new reality and will probably make it out and into this reality eventually. We have to stay here to keep them from busting out, but you guys need to put together a team and go into the reality we created and grab the shards and whatever gizmos they're using to try to destroy them. I can't talk much longer because they may be able to eavesdrop if this goes too long. Get to the Baxter Building if you're going to help. Good luck."

OOC - This marks the start of the Schrödinger's Universe recruitment phase. One PC per player of Global or Cosmic preferred, but some Superhuman will be allowed if their power set is sufficient. Send a PM to @Michale CS if interested with your choice.​
 
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" Well, the princess of plants herself, heeheehee... Well Dr. Isely, come along with me, and we'll leave this fine television station to mister weather dope. "

Of course... Joker had company

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Phil Wells/ Moment Man

Phil was really starting to get ticked off by the Joker. He was passed the terrified tragic phase now and was on the anger phase. Couldn't he have one day without being verbally or physically assaulted by him?

" This weather dope will fight you for her. I'm getting sick of all of this," he said. There was a certain spark in his eyes, like the lightening before a storm and boy was he not holding back.