A Fistful of Nanites - Firewall Enabled
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xp_logsHope Abbott, Stephen Strange and Ty Johnson keep possessed technology from leaving the mansion and getting down to Avalon.
"This was not what I had planned for this afternoon!" Hope hopped aside as a roomba came at her, the brushes whirring madly. She cradled the weird device Molly had give her, but otherwise she had no weapons. "Stephen, I can only use this thing once. Any chance of getting me a golf club or a fire poker? Anything?"
The teenager pursed his lips together, eyes focused on the air in front of him as he raised a hand, wiggling it through the air. He'd always had a problem with perhaps being a little too enthusiastic when it came to his magic, and the last thing they needed was a pile of surplus getting in the way. "I've...got...this." Well, ok so he'd never played golf, or baseball so he didn't exactly know what those looked like but what he did know was. "Avast yee scallywags, back I saw, back or else ye'll walk the plank!" A cricket bat thumped into the ground at Hope's side as Stephen sprang forward, a bat clasped in both hands as he swung. It was a solid piece of wood that made a very satisfying thump when it hit the rampant technology. "Awww man, I think that was the coffee machine!"
"I think Emilio Estevez is about to make an appearance!" Ty consumed a wide swathe of appliances in his path. "Can anyone tell where the 'brain' of this thing is?"
"I mean if video games have taught us anything it's gonna be behind all of that," A hand came up as Stephen gestured towards back of the maze of electronics slithering towards them. "What do you think...I'm gonna bet it's someone's computer or games conso..." his voice trailed off, the blood draining from his face. "Please don't tell me it's my X-box."
"With our luck that might just be the case." Hope carefully tucked the device away, then reached down and grabbed her cricket bat with two hands and had to dive immediately again as someones radiographically controllable plane came at her. Clutching her bat she eyed the device as it turned and rose just in time to whack it out of the sky. "Any chance we can coral all of this machinery into a corner or something?"
"Stephen, I'm sorry, I gotta eat your X-box," Ty said as he worked his way deeper into the fray, shadow coating his skin like lycra.
"Wait no....I was just about to beat Clea's high score too." The teenager actually pouted, his face falling and shoulders slumping forward for a long heartbeat before he shook his head, "Whoever did this owes me a new X-box!" The dark-haired teen turned a plaintive look on the others, "You think I can expense out my X-box to the mansion?"
"Priorities, Stephen!" Hope called out, as she took out a mixer with its beaters whirring madly. "I am sure Mr. Summers will be happy to sort that out with you later. I still have that gizmo from Molly and the damn..." An electric eggbeater and smoking toaster joined the pile of parts at Hope's feet. "... stuff is too spread out to use it effectively!"
Ty skirted around the edge of the room, attempting to herd the chaos. "I'm trying!" He shouted, one hand on a suddenly painful gut. He curled in on himself, shadows faltering.
"I have my priorities just right thank you," Stephen replied with a mock sniff as he turned to glare at the electronics surrounding them, "If this is how you're gonna play this then two can play this game." his fingers came up, twisting through shapes as the brooms and other cleaning apparatus around them started to twitch before flying through the air to slap at the electronics surrounding them. "Haha, look at me, I am the sorcerer's apprentice now...wait."
"Right... you have your priorities straight..." She sighed with a bit of relief when the brooms whacked the electronics her way and she took a quick sweep when another kitchen implement attacked her. "What is it with the appliances?!" Hope added as she jumped away from a snapping waffle iron. "Time to play..." She pulled the EMP gizmo Molly had given her from her belt.
"You know yourself well, Steven!" Ty tried to joke as more pain tore through his entire being, including outside of his body. "Hope, just punch it!"
In the area of effects it was kind of a letdown. No dramatic explosions, no increasing bleeps or electric currents. Just electronics suddenly freezing and falling out of the sky. As soon as they hit the ground Hope dropped her cricket bat and the tiny device and hurried over to Ty. She quickly dropped to her knees. "What do you need?" She asked as she ran her eyes over him for injuries.
Stephen paused for a moment, dark eyes drifting to the wreckage for a moment, mourning the noble objects that had provided him with so much joy before her followed Hope over to Ty's side, "Just take a moment and relax mate, if you need anything well, I can get it but I can't guarantee we're not gonna get a lot of it so you know..." he grinned glancing around, "I could get a medic or a water or something?"
Ty stumbled to one knee. "I don't know. It's like ... the shadows hurt." The large man then fell unconscious.
Hope glanced at Stephen: "Let's at least get him inside..."
Marie-Ange hands a package off to Jubilee to get it out of the mansion quickly.
The shrill beeping of her phone and the flash of the emergency lights were giving Marie-Ange a headache. To be entirely accurate it was making a headache she had been having for hours worse. Far worse, and it was definitly the sort of headache she really wished she had an active prescription for Treximet for, or Vicodin, or a mallet to knock herself out.
None of that was available. Instead she had a box, in her arms, and was moving swiftly towards the stairs while putting that box in duffel bag, and trying to catch up to a jogging black-haired Jubilee at the same time. "I need you to take this." She yelled, before her co-worker was even close enough to accept the box-in-a-bag.
“Take it where?” Jubilee yelled back, the sound of alarms going off on her own phone making it difficult to hear anything.
She gestured to MA to toss it as she turned and jogged backward, still headed in the direction she’d been going when she heard MA’s voice.
"Outside the perimeter. At least a mile." Mare-Ange lightly tossed the duffel bag. "More if you can manage it." She paused long enough to snatch a pair of sturdy looking boots from the ground. "Check the zip, lock it shut and do not open it. If it starts making noise, melt it down."
Jubilee caught the bag and checked the zip as directed. She’d already put sturdy shoes on earlier.
“What’s in it? Should I bring a hammer? Is this a crocodile type of situation?”
"A Russian assassin's arm. Maybe." The box was lead-lined, locked twice, and had its own security measures but she was not taking chances.
“Why do we even have that?” Jubilee asked, juggling the bag for a second in her shock before holding it in a slightly more secure fashion. ‘And sure, run a weird assassin arm to the perimeter, totally normal day.”
"Because when the universe exploded I did not trust anyone else to keep it safe, and then it was in a safe, and why would I move it unless I had to?" It probably hadn't needed an explanation but Marie-Ange was fairly sure she was about to go facilitate something very stupid, for which she was also going to have to explain herself, so she was just opening the floodgates now. Explain everything. Maybe.
Probably not.
"Right, so take homicidal assassin arm out of the mansion, go to the nearest hill and smash it with the unholy power of explosions if it so much as moves." Jubilee nodded for a moment, almost as if buffering against the random weird ass news that she was now holding what could possibly be a sentient assassin arm from another dimension. Even if it was originally her own dimension. Shit was always so fucking weird in this place, like seriously. Just weird. "Okay, okay, okay. Cool, cool, cool. I'm gone."
"This was not what I had planned for this afternoon!" Hope hopped aside as a roomba came at her, the brushes whirring madly. She cradled the weird device Molly had give her, but otherwise she had no weapons. "Stephen, I can only use this thing once. Any chance of getting me a golf club or a fire poker? Anything?"
The teenager pursed his lips together, eyes focused on the air in front of him as he raised a hand, wiggling it through the air. He'd always had a problem with perhaps being a little too enthusiastic when it came to his magic, and the last thing they needed was a pile of surplus getting in the way. "I've...got...this." Well, ok so he'd never played golf, or baseball so he didn't exactly know what those looked like but what he did know was. "Avast yee scallywags, back I saw, back or else ye'll walk the plank!" A cricket bat thumped into the ground at Hope's side as Stephen sprang forward, a bat clasped in both hands as he swung. It was a solid piece of wood that made a very satisfying thump when it hit the rampant technology. "Awww man, I think that was the coffee machine!"
"I think Emilio Estevez is about to make an appearance!" Ty consumed a wide swathe of appliances in his path. "Can anyone tell where the 'brain' of this thing is?"
"I mean if video games have taught us anything it's gonna be behind all of that," A hand came up as Stephen gestured towards back of the maze of electronics slithering towards them. "What do you think...I'm gonna bet it's someone's computer or games conso..." his voice trailed off, the blood draining from his face. "Please don't tell me it's my X-box."
"With our luck that might just be the case." Hope carefully tucked the device away, then reached down and grabbed her cricket bat with two hands and had to dive immediately again as someones radiographically controllable plane came at her. Clutching her bat she eyed the device as it turned and rose just in time to whack it out of the sky. "Any chance we can coral all of this machinery into a corner or something?"
"Stephen, I'm sorry, I gotta eat your X-box," Ty said as he worked his way deeper into the fray, shadow coating his skin like lycra.
"Wait no....I was just about to beat Clea's high score too." The teenager actually pouted, his face falling and shoulders slumping forward for a long heartbeat before he shook his head, "Whoever did this owes me a new X-box!" The dark-haired teen turned a plaintive look on the others, "You think I can expense out my X-box to the mansion?"
"Priorities, Stephen!" Hope called out, as she took out a mixer with its beaters whirring madly. "I am sure Mr. Summers will be happy to sort that out with you later. I still have that gizmo from Molly and the damn..." An electric eggbeater and smoking toaster joined the pile of parts at Hope's feet. "... stuff is too spread out to use it effectively!"
Ty skirted around the edge of the room, attempting to herd the chaos. "I'm trying!" He shouted, one hand on a suddenly painful gut. He curled in on himself, shadows faltering.
"I have my priorities just right thank you," Stephen replied with a mock sniff as he turned to glare at the electronics surrounding them, "If this is how you're gonna play this then two can play this game." his fingers came up, twisting through shapes as the brooms and other cleaning apparatus around them started to twitch before flying through the air to slap at the electronics surrounding them. "Haha, look at me, I am the sorcerer's apprentice now...wait."
"Right... you have your priorities straight..." She sighed with a bit of relief when the brooms whacked the electronics her way and she took a quick sweep when another kitchen implement attacked her. "What is it with the appliances?!" Hope added as she jumped away from a snapping waffle iron. "Time to play..." She pulled the EMP gizmo Molly had given her from her belt.
"You know yourself well, Steven!" Ty tried to joke as more pain tore through his entire being, including outside of his body. "Hope, just punch it!"
In the area of effects it was kind of a letdown. No dramatic explosions, no increasing bleeps or electric currents. Just electronics suddenly freezing and falling out of the sky. As soon as they hit the ground Hope dropped her cricket bat and the tiny device and hurried over to Ty. She quickly dropped to her knees. "What do you need?" She asked as she ran her eyes over him for injuries.
Stephen paused for a moment, dark eyes drifting to the wreckage for a moment, mourning the noble objects that had provided him with so much joy before her followed Hope over to Ty's side, "Just take a moment and relax mate, if you need anything well, I can get it but I can't guarantee we're not gonna get a lot of it so you know..." he grinned glancing around, "I could get a medic or a water or something?"
Ty stumbled to one knee. "I don't know. It's like ... the shadows hurt." The large man then fell unconscious.
Hope glanced at Stephen: "Let's at least get him inside..."
Marie-Ange hands a package off to Jubilee to get it out of the mansion quickly.
The shrill beeping of her phone and the flash of the emergency lights were giving Marie-Ange a headache. To be entirely accurate it was making a headache she had been having for hours worse. Far worse, and it was definitly the sort of headache she really wished she had an active prescription for Treximet for, or Vicodin, or a mallet to knock herself out.
None of that was available. Instead she had a box, in her arms, and was moving swiftly towards the stairs while putting that box in duffel bag, and trying to catch up to a jogging black-haired Jubilee at the same time. "I need you to take this." She yelled, before her co-worker was even close enough to accept the box-in-a-bag.
“Take it where?” Jubilee yelled back, the sound of alarms going off on her own phone making it difficult to hear anything.
She gestured to MA to toss it as she turned and jogged backward, still headed in the direction she’d been going when she heard MA’s voice.
"Outside the perimeter. At least a mile." Mare-Ange lightly tossed the duffel bag. "More if you can manage it." She paused long enough to snatch a pair of sturdy looking boots from the ground. "Check the zip, lock it shut and do not open it. If it starts making noise, melt it down."
Jubilee caught the bag and checked the zip as directed. She’d already put sturdy shoes on earlier.
“What’s in it? Should I bring a hammer? Is this a crocodile type of situation?”
"A Russian assassin's arm. Maybe." The box was lead-lined, locked twice, and had its own security measures but she was not taking chances.
“Why do we even have that?” Jubilee asked, juggling the bag for a second in her shock before holding it in a slightly more secure fashion. ‘And sure, run a weird assassin arm to the perimeter, totally normal day.”
"Because when the universe exploded I did not trust anyone else to keep it safe, and then it was in a safe, and why would I move it unless I had to?" It probably hadn't needed an explanation but Marie-Ange was fairly sure she was about to go facilitate something very stupid, for which she was also going to have to explain herself, so she was just opening the floodgates now. Explain everything. Maybe.
Probably not.
"Right, so take homicidal assassin arm out of the mansion, go to the nearest hill and smash it with the unholy power of explosions if it so much as moves." Jubilee nodded for a moment, almost as if buffering against the random weird ass news that she was now holding what could possibly be a sentient assassin arm from another dimension. Even if it was originally her own dimension. Shit was always so fucking weird in this place, like seriously. Just weird. "Okay, okay, okay. Cool, cool, cool. I'm gone."
