A jacket is tossed upwards from the surface of the moon. A leather jacket, one that is very old. And holds a ton of sentimental value. Does the jacket float away from the moon, or does it just hang there? Does it explode? Freeze and break?
The answer, apparently, is that none of that really happens. While standing on the surface of the moon, Carol had slipped her jacket off and kind of tossed it up a little. It rose up for a moment or so, and then very very slowly drifted back down towards the ground. Her body gives off enough warmth while powered on that the jacket won't freeze either. Carol's done some experiments on clothing in space. Makes for fun when she has downtime. And so most of the rest of her clothing followed suit, being tossed aside onto the ground. She wasn't terribly worried about privacy here.
She draws from the backpack her own uniform, it red and blue in color. She slips it on easily, her mind wandering as she does so. She loves just how… quiet… it is here. There's literally no sound. Save for her own breath. When she's feeling particularly frustrated, this is where she is known to come. There's only a handful of people on the whole planet of Earth that have the ability to follow her up here, to bother her here.
Carol zips up the uniform now, tugs on the gloves as she stares down at the readout on her forearm. Suit's all ready to go. She hops up and down a few times… going very high due to the low gravity… just to get used to the suit again. It's a little more snug than she remembers… well she doesn't like that.
With a thought, her helmet forms along her head. Gathering up her clothes, she puts them into the metallic backpack. Slinging it onto her back, she then starts to input some instructions into her readout panel. A moment or so later she hears the sound of a phone ringing in her helmet.
Kree communications are pretty top notch… and intuitive enough to be able to connect to any cell phone on planet Earth from the moon. 4 rings, and a frantic voice comes on the line.
'Carol? Carol is it you? Are you okay? Hello?!'
She has to smile a little at how worried/frustrated Monica's voice is over the phone. Carol speaks in a calmed tone as she pushes off the ground, her body glowing suddenly brilliantly.
"Monica, Monica I'm fine. Breeeeeeathe." She says with a soft chuckle. Which Monica doesn't seem to appreciate.
'It isn't fine! Where are you? We saw you on TV! That guy attacked you, and then all the feeds was gone! ….. Are you in space? Did you go to space?'
Carol lets out a soft
"pfffft.. No. Why would I?"
Immediately Monica retorts
'Are you SURE that isn't you entering the atmosphere I hear?'
Carol winces inwardly as she breaks through the atmosphere. Kree communications are pretty top notch… to the point you can hear things going on around the wearer's helmet too.
'Carol did you go get your suit? Are you gonna do something?'
Now Carol comes to a slow halt high in the sky, looking along the vast lands of the United States, of the eastern seaboard.
"Listen sweety, I'm fine okay? A lot happened at the thing. I think more is still going on. I think I can help, or at least minimize whatever damage is comin." Her eyes drift up along the east coast as she hangs in the mesosphere. She hears Monica sigh over the line.
"I'll contact ya later. I promise. I'll be careful." After a few moments hesitation.
'Okay... Just... just come home when you can, okay?'
Carol nods as she now begins her descent once more.
"Roger wilco, lieutenant."
In her mind, Carol can still see the hotel shown to her. She still has a sense of where precisely it is. And she remembers there was a number of names bunched up there, aside from her own. So was that some kind of weird recruiting call? What happened after she took off at that rally? For now… she'll play ball. Until she can figure things out. She just has this feeling that there's more happening behind the scenes here… who has the kind of telelpathic power to tap her mind, and while she is heading through the stratosphere? Was it that girl from the rally… the one that 'painted' the shrieker for her? That doesn't feel right. The voice had a different kind of tone than the girl.
Carol is able to locate the hotel, even from her height. She circles high above it, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing on the roof… no hovering drones outside. She now descends a bit more, zooming past the building itself. Judging by what the voice planted in her mind, she is able to spot which window
should be the one. But the curtains are drawn… she can't see inside. But better… neither can anyone else. She comes to a halt in the air, looking across the ways from the hotel. If this is some kind of ill conceived trap, it won't be coming from surveillance across the way. Try as she might.. she sees nothing out of the ordinary.
And what does Carol do when she thinks something is a trap? Spring the trap, naturally.
Towards the roof she ascends, landing on it in a half crouch. She looks around the roof slowly, and walks towards what looks like a hatch. There we are… roof access. She leans down and grasps the handle, giving it a tug. Well of course, it's locked. She rolls her eyes under her helmet, and gives another yank. The whole of the hatch comes off its reinforced hinges, and she sets it gently aside. She'll have to remember to come back and fix it or something. But for now, she'll just keep it open. Nice escape route, just in case. She hops down into the hatch now, landing in what looks like a maintenance room…
Almost 4 minutes pass now, and she finds herself coming up to the door she saw in her head. She scans the perimeter of the doorway with her eyes, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. She holds her hand up, her palm facing up. Her suit scans beyond the door… multiple life forms. She from her palm and fingertips, a projection of the layout of the room and those inside is seen. It glows a soft blue. Most are humanoid… and a dog. Huh. Her hand lowers a little, seeing heat signatures on the door handle itself. Someone just entered (Logan and Charlotte). Her hand raises a little, giving her a projection of the scene inside. She narrows her eyes behind her helmet, and then glances over her shoulder.
"Fine.." she sighs. Carol reaches out and grasps the doorhandle, opening slowly.
Logan and Charlotte are more than a few feet in front of her as she steps inside the room. Her hands in fists at her sides, she looks like she is ready to defend herself. Wisps of blue and white energy dance along her form, her head raised a little as she looks from person to person. The energy even causes her hair to sway a little (her hair now looking like a mohawk through her helmet). She recognizes some from the rally… including
"Hey shrieker." she says casually with a little smirk on her lips. That's what Carol will call her for now, Shrieker. She doesn't attack, not like she was ready to before. No, if this is a trap she'll let them go at their own pace. And then have it blow up in their own faces. But if she sees the girl taking in a deep breath, Carol will act.
