A Fistful of Nanites - For/Do Loop
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xp_logsWhile the medical staff steal with Maya's emergency, a mixed-team group go into the Danger Room to crosstrain.
"Did anyone see who made whatever we're about to walk into?" Alex asked conversationally, tugging his jacket on. "I had mud stuck in extremely unpleasant places after the last run I did. I swear Scott lies in bed at night and thinks 'how can I make the Danger Room even worse?'"
"Honestly I'm fine with whatevs, as long as we're doing something more interesting than 'Generic Evil Guys Attack New York'," Alison responded. She paused, remembering all the relatively uninspired scenarios that had been used as 'training' since her return. "...again. Would it kill them to at least make a new scenario set in... I dunno, Germany or something?"
Wanda shook her head, bemused. Had she ever been this young? "I'm already having regrets," she said dryly, glancing up towards the control room. "Do a cross training, Garrison said. It'll be fun, Kitty said. Which I will note Garrison did not echo the sentiment." It was, she knew, good for her - she'd been brooding since the revelations and hadn't done much than work.
Artie laughed silently. "It's too late for those now, babe." He let the projected text drift away and began a final gear check. Text to speech synthesizer that worked with his powers, check, stun batons charged, brass knuckles on and guns loaded. "Such a shame that you can't use illusions effectively on robots. I'm 90% depowered in here." The voice came out of the synthesizer at his throat, but his mouth moved and it looked pretty realistic."
"So, invisible person in the booth who I don't know," Alison said, turning towards the approximate location of the Danger Room's control area, "what'cha got for us this week? Is it a wildfire in Australia? Terrorists with EMPs in Tokyo? Ooh, I know! Giant crabs are attacking SanFran, aren't they? They're angry about Fisherman's Wharf. Quickly, everyone, we must protect the sourdough!"
Alison really didn't want to have to deal with another 'crazed powered jerk attacks New York' plot.
Sue struggled to hide the smile tugging up the corner of her lips, amusement dancing across her blue-eyed gaze. Try as she might the blond knew that it was a loosing battle, one hand coming up to her lips to try to hide that sound of a giggle that slipped past her lips as her frame shook with barely suppressed laughter. "Oh, or maybe it'll be Giant Apes attacking New York, did everyone bring their climbing gear?" She knew this was meant to be a serious training run but...really if Alison was going to start cracking jokes she'd just end up in the corner laughing all session long.
“I wish it was London just this once. Or maybe Paris. Giant wildlife of some description climbing up Centre Pompidou, perhaps?” Betsy suggested hopefully. “I guess New York’s more realistic, but what’s the point of a high-tech futuristic training facility if you go for realism all the time?” Taking a more serious note, she continued: “I’m mostly useless on robots as well, but can hopefully get a bit more experience on serving as a comms grid. Kind of like a weirdly dressed switchboard operator,” she gestured to the mostly-leather armour she was wearing.
"Honestly, I'll take whatever doesn't end with me in the shower for an hour trying to wash mud out of places it definitely didn't belong." Alex shuddered. "Be kind, great Danger Room control overlords. May we all come out clean on the other side."
And up in the Control Room, Garrison and Kitty plan out a scenario for our Danger Room folks.
"Geez, come in more than twice a year for certification if you want the fun scenarios, Britney." Kane muttered from his station to the long suffering silence of Kitty Pryde. She'd drawn control room duty for the latest Danger Room training runs and had found Kane there, pecking away at the guts of a complex interface. Garrison was not a computer genius, but he'd spent so much time working in the DR, pushing the room's technology and capabilities to the very limits, that he'd found ways to program things that even the designers hadn't thought of. They'd all taken a big step back a year ago when the quantum event had turned the room into an alternate reality generator, but it was only so long before they started tinkering.
"I mean, I had to go back to researching an 18th century theoretical locking mechanism for weeks to challenge Felicia. You get what you ask for." He groused. Criticism of his scenarios brought out his whiny, petty side. "I keep telling Scott we need to have a credits roll at the end of each session."
"Only if there's a secret scene hidden in it," Kitty replied. "Though I'm not sure what we'd hide. It's kind of impossible to keep things quiet at the Mansion." She plopped herself down in a chair and stretched her legs out, glancing over at Kane.
"Maybe we should have a contest. See who can design the most effective scenarios for each other. Like a Secret Santa, except for danger." Kitty grinned. "Maybe then you wouldn't have to get so creative." Truth be told, she liked Kane's scenarios even though she couldn't imagine spending that kind of time on it. It might be fun, however, to plot them more often - her mind wandered, imagining an elaborate D&D-style scenario. I could see Kane as a paladin... ha.
"It's not a bad idea. Molly's trying to learn more advanced techniques with room. Maybe get some ideas and let her run with it." He brought up the control interface and tapped a few buttons. "Although I still think my series of training simulators based on 'Must See TV' from the 90s is criminally undervalued." He touched a button and the room was filled with Kelsy Grammer's voice atoning 'Folks...' from his radio show in the sitcom.
"I still think you should've done the Goonies." She leaned forward, watching the screens. "So, who can we expect in the room today? Anyone else planned or is this the whole crew?"
"Chunk friend!" Kane said, laughing. "Man, I loved that movie as a kid. I tried to make the pincer thing on my own when I was ten out of one of those biting shark sticks, a skipping rope and some firecrackers I thought would make it fly out. Burnt down the dog house, was grounded until I turned eleven."
He flicked through the options that the group in the room were qualified for that fit the outline of the workout they wanted. The first option was a combat mission based in downtown New York City, which he deleted off the list without comment. "Say we give them lucky scenario 62?"
"I'd say 69, but I'm afraid to open that door," Kitty replied. With a shrug, she said, "Yeah, sure. What's in it?"
"Hell, Kitty. We are about to unleash Hell." The monitor lit up Kane's face with a lurid red glow. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers..."
"Did anyone see who made whatever we're about to walk into?" Alex asked conversationally, tugging his jacket on. "I had mud stuck in extremely unpleasant places after the last run I did. I swear Scott lies in bed at night and thinks 'how can I make the Danger Room even worse?'"
"Honestly I'm fine with whatevs, as long as we're doing something more interesting than 'Generic Evil Guys Attack New York'," Alison responded. She paused, remembering all the relatively uninspired scenarios that had been used as 'training' since her return. "...again. Would it kill them to at least make a new scenario set in... I dunno, Germany or something?"
Wanda shook her head, bemused. Had she ever been this young? "I'm already having regrets," she said dryly, glancing up towards the control room. "Do a cross training, Garrison said. It'll be fun, Kitty said. Which I will note Garrison did not echo the sentiment." It was, she knew, good for her - she'd been brooding since the revelations and hadn't done much than work.
Artie laughed silently. "It's too late for those now, babe." He let the projected text drift away and began a final gear check. Text to speech synthesizer that worked with his powers, check, stun batons charged, brass knuckles on and guns loaded. "Such a shame that you can't use illusions effectively on robots. I'm 90% depowered in here." The voice came out of the synthesizer at his throat, but his mouth moved and it looked pretty realistic."
"So, invisible person in the booth who I don't know," Alison said, turning towards the approximate location of the Danger Room's control area, "what'cha got for us this week? Is it a wildfire in Australia? Terrorists with EMPs in Tokyo? Ooh, I know! Giant crabs are attacking SanFran, aren't they? They're angry about Fisherman's Wharf. Quickly, everyone, we must protect the sourdough!"
Alison really didn't want to have to deal with another 'crazed powered jerk attacks New York' plot.
Sue struggled to hide the smile tugging up the corner of her lips, amusement dancing across her blue-eyed gaze. Try as she might the blond knew that it was a loosing battle, one hand coming up to her lips to try to hide that sound of a giggle that slipped past her lips as her frame shook with barely suppressed laughter. "Oh, or maybe it'll be Giant Apes attacking New York, did everyone bring their climbing gear?" She knew this was meant to be a serious training run but...really if Alison was going to start cracking jokes she'd just end up in the corner laughing all session long.
“I wish it was London just this once. Or maybe Paris. Giant wildlife of some description climbing up Centre Pompidou, perhaps?” Betsy suggested hopefully. “I guess New York’s more realistic, but what’s the point of a high-tech futuristic training facility if you go for realism all the time?” Taking a more serious note, she continued: “I’m mostly useless on robots as well, but can hopefully get a bit more experience on serving as a comms grid. Kind of like a weirdly dressed switchboard operator,” she gestured to the mostly-leather armour she was wearing.
"Honestly, I'll take whatever doesn't end with me in the shower for an hour trying to wash mud out of places it definitely didn't belong." Alex shuddered. "Be kind, great Danger Room control overlords. May we all come out clean on the other side."
And up in the Control Room, Garrison and Kitty plan out a scenario for our Danger Room folks.
"Geez, come in more than twice a year for certification if you want the fun scenarios, Britney." Kane muttered from his station to the long suffering silence of Kitty Pryde. She'd drawn control room duty for the latest Danger Room training runs and had found Kane there, pecking away at the guts of a complex interface. Garrison was not a computer genius, but he'd spent so much time working in the DR, pushing the room's technology and capabilities to the very limits, that he'd found ways to program things that even the designers hadn't thought of. They'd all taken a big step back a year ago when the quantum event had turned the room into an alternate reality generator, but it was only so long before they started tinkering.
"I mean, I had to go back to researching an 18th century theoretical locking mechanism for weeks to challenge Felicia. You get what you ask for." He groused. Criticism of his scenarios brought out his whiny, petty side. "I keep telling Scott we need to have a credits roll at the end of each session."
"Only if there's a secret scene hidden in it," Kitty replied. "Though I'm not sure what we'd hide. It's kind of impossible to keep things quiet at the Mansion." She plopped herself down in a chair and stretched her legs out, glancing over at Kane.
"Maybe we should have a contest. See who can design the most effective scenarios for each other. Like a Secret Santa, except for danger." Kitty grinned. "Maybe then you wouldn't have to get so creative." Truth be told, she liked Kane's scenarios even though she couldn't imagine spending that kind of time on it. It might be fun, however, to plot them more often - her mind wandered, imagining an elaborate D&D-style scenario. I could see Kane as a paladin... ha.
"It's not a bad idea. Molly's trying to learn more advanced techniques with room. Maybe get some ideas and let her run with it." He brought up the control interface and tapped a few buttons. "Although I still think my series of training simulators based on 'Must See TV' from the 90s is criminally undervalued." He touched a button and the room was filled with Kelsy Grammer's voice atoning 'Folks...' from his radio show in the sitcom.
"I still think you should've done the Goonies." She leaned forward, watching the screens. "So, who can we expect in the room today? Anyone else planned or is this the whole crew?"
"Chunk friend!" Kane said, laughing. "Man, I loved that movie as a kid. I tried to make the pincer thing on my own when I was ten out of one of those biting shark sticks, a skipping rope and some firecrackers I thought would make it fly out. Burnt down the dog house, was grounded until I turned eleven."
He flicked through the options that the group in the room were qualified for that fit the outline of the workout they wanted. The first option was a combat mission based in downtown New York City, which he deleted off the list without comment. "Say we give them lucky scenario 62?"
"I'd say 69, but I'm afraid to open that door," Kitty replied. With a shrug, she said, "Yeah, sure. What's in it?"
"Hell, Kitty. We are about to unleash Hell." The monitor lit up Kane's face with a lurid red glow. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers..."
