Genosha - Step by Step: Meeting at the Safe House

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Four groups of people convene at the safe house for medical attention, food, sleep, and catching up on events.


~Phoenix, Dominion, Skin here. We're entering top floor window of safehouse. Will be meeting up shortly. Everyone okay? ~ Jean thought to Jean-Paul, Bishop, Artie, and Sooraya in the safehouse as Garrison climbed in the window, followed by Angelo and Jean herself.

Sooraya perked up at the voice of her teacher in her mind. She was glad to know that at least more people had escaped from that place. If Bishop and these other people had managed to escape, there should have been more of them. ~Dustbunny here. We are on the ground floor and we are okay. ~ Sooraya let the thought rest on top her mind where Phoenix would hopefully be able to pick it up easily. "Looks like others are also arriving here." She said out loud to the others, not sure if everyone had heard Jean's mental voice.

"Oui," Jean-Paul agreed, head cocking to the side as he listened to his friend's voice. Reinforcements of a sort - but also more people to worry about. He was glad Bishop had managed to siphon off some of the excess energy he apparently produced when stressed. It didn't make him feel completely comfortable, but certainly less like he was going to injure people. ~Bonjour~, he thought at his friend, hearing footsteps above them.

Bishop turned from sitting on a crate in front of a large, antiquated radio to look out the window and down into the alley as the group entered on the ground floor. ~"Just in time. We don't have comms here."~ He looked to Jean. She was more than likely better than radio communication.

"I just need a cell phone. Doesn't matter whether it's clean or not." Kane said as he climbed in through the window, moving aside to let Angelo and Jean follow.

Artie scrambled to his feet as Kane came in through the window and rifled through his backpack. After food, water and inconspicuous clothing, phones had been one of their highest priorities. He tossed a cheap, no-frills cell over to Kane.

~We'll meet you on the ground floor in a couple of minutes.~ Jean thought to the group, then turned back to Angelo and Garrison as they headed down.

"Might be able to get one from a store or steal one. Problem is it might put us on the radar," Jean said. Still. He was right.

"First things first, though. The two of you need medical attention, as well as any one else down there who might be injured while we regroup and trade intel."

Angelo nodded as he followed her down the stairs. "Not looking forward to that part without painkillers, but you do your thing, Doc Jean. I'll deal."

Kane pocketed one of the phones, and broke out the Genoshan money in the suitcases, and tossed the medical kit over to Jean. "Fuck, this is about all that's useful in these things." His frustration was obvious.

The top floor was up for a few more arrivals though. Several feet away from the group, a circle of black light apparently drew itself on the floor, sparks coming out of it as a pattern filled the interior. Once it was finished, a tongue of black fire sprout as if someone had thrown a good deal of gasoline into it. It was very fast, and by the time it died down three more people were sitting where the circle was no fading. In the middle, Nico was barely on her knees, the Staff of One being the only thing keeping her from falling. She had had to draw power from it as well as use it to cast a clairvoyance spell on her, and then draw the magic portal she had been working on, eating through her energy reserves in the process. At least she had carried Maddie and Callisto in one piece along with her.

"Okay...cool...someone drag me to a corner and stay away from me..."

Maddie fell to the floor, and lay there on her back, looking up at the ceiling, as she tried to reorient herself. The room was tilting, and the effect was making her feel more than slightly nauseous. "I hate you so much," she groaned, and shook her fist feebly at the mutant witch. "If this is what teleportation is like.... You suck so hard."

Callisto, in typical form, hadn't fallen over, and indeed currently seemed to be checking over her clothes. She ran a hand through her touseled hair, the light, long-sleeved jacket she'd worn to be a Magistrate somehow attracting it and making it stand out on end even more than usual.

"Serious fuckin' static today, what with 'Ro and her lightninged doors and you with the cross-space whatever. "I'm gonna be givin' myself shocks for hours." She sighed. "Guess it got rid of the hat-head, anyhow."

Sam arrived not long after Nico's impressive appearance by a much more underwhelming method - walking up the stairs. He and John had managed to sneak past the guards outside and were just now getting to the others inside the safehouse. Nodding at the others as they gathered together, he looked expectantly around the group. "What's the latest update on the situation?"

Jean was crouched down over Maddie, Nico, and Callisto, having had to momentarily stop cleaning Angelo's head wound when they and the others arrived.

"Glad you made it," she said, nodding to Sam and John. She was glad to see at least some of them are okay "Garrison's trying to make contact with the outside."

"We lost my team. They're alive but captured. I would've felt it if they'd...." She glanced down, pausing a moment. She glanced up.

"The Genoshans did something to Betsy Braddock. She's been compromised. She ambushed us. Anyone sees her, you go the other direction if you can," she said. Jean offered both Nico and Maddie a hand up and a sympathetic look before glancing around.

"If anyone needs medical attention please let me know. Otherwise everyone rest, for now. We'll need it."

John nodded at Angelo, glad to see that his good friend was alive. It was something of a relief to see that the few of them had made it to the safe house, but it was clear that there were more of them out there than there were in here. Outnumbered, they were going to need more than luck to win this fight.