Genesis Aftermath - Jay and Meggan
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xp_logsMeggan and Jay investigate the damage the inter-dimensional visitor left behind in the Chapel.
Jay stepped around the cocoon in the ground and through the blown off doors and took a look at the immediate damage. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. "Well," he said, seeing an explosion of changes in wood grain and type around a leaking pipe. "Seems our visitor managed a lot up here."
He glanced at Meggan with a slightly incredulous expression. "You seen something like this before?" He asked as he knocked over to what looked like a chair that had been distorted into a leaping jackrabbit.
Meggan shook her head. While new people did tend to drop in dramatically, she didn’t really think she had seen things altered to this degree before. At least, not in the waking world, when astral hijinks were not afoot. This did seem to be a bit more than she had expected to find, too, even hearing the descriptions of what had gone down. “Not like this, no; not ordinarily,” she admitted.
She tilted her head, giving herself a moment to study what had been done to the conference table, before she looked back at Jay. It was now a four headed python, with a texture resembling what seemed to her to be crepe paper. And yet, it was still the same general length it had started out as, prior to its strange transformation. “I can promise you that this level of change is more than a little bit different for us,” she assured him.
As she approached it, she did wonder if they would be forced to just crumple up the table and put it in the recycle bin.
"Best to go down and check Our Gal is alright," Jay said, referring to the wormhole itself. He couldn't even begin to imagine what chaos could happen if the wormhole itself was somehow distorted. Jay flapped over the hole in the ground that was like a skylight into the lower chamber and dropped down through it, it being wide enough to go through.
He wasn't ready to trust that the stairs weren't made of cardboard, or something like that.
Jay grimaced at the distorted equipment- twisted into shapes that looked way more organic than machinery should. But the wormhole itself looked alright.
Meggan looked over the edge of the hole, eyes widening at the state of the room, before she flew down to land beside Jay. The metal floor was in odd ripples, but at least it was still solid; the walls seemed in the same state, more or less. Visually, the wormhole itself did appear to be okay, but she would still like to know if anything was pinging that they couldn’t detect with their eyes and ears. The state of it all was amazing.
She frowned as what had formerly been a vital bit of the sensor settled in its casing instead jiggled with wild abandon in its new trapezoid shape when she hesitantly brushed against it. Nothing was exploding around them at that particular instant, for which she was glad. A muffled beep came from it, familiar in its tone, yet odd at the same time.
“If this all was normal and not waves of transformation and wreckage, that’d be a good noise for the portal’s status,” Meggan noted, mulling over the sheer randomness of it. “But...not in the form of a Jello mold.” Maybe it was the last gasp before it settled into its form? She couldn’t say.
"Maybe our visitor can set it back to a more solid state once she wakes up," Jay said, crossing the room to get his own view of the jello'd parts of the sensor. But by the time he got there, Meggan's supposition of it settling into a new state was beginning to be true- the sensor was becoming solid again. But then it started to melt back into the state it had been in previous to today.
Around them, the ground started to smooth out from the rippling waves.
"Well. How about that."
“Yeah,” Meggan nodded in startled agreement. She was just as surprised that everything had reverted completely back to how it should be; well, other than the hole. At the very least, nobody would have to either work out how to fix or just adapt to walking around on a marginally rippled floor.
She momentarily checked out the console, rather pleased that everything that should be beeping and blooping along was just doing its job. "Looks like our visitor’s not into some more permanent redecorating, then. At least, not in here." There was no need to toss out the table after crumpling if it had reverted in there, too.
"Guessin' the powers are only temporary after all," Jay said. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he began to press on some of the righted furniture just to see that it truly was back to normal. What sort of power could even do this? Had it been some sort of illusion? He was uneasy in his stomach, and the back of his neck still prickled. Their visitor was mighty dangerous, that was for sure. (Almost seemed more wraith than mutant.)
But the clearly man-shaped hole was still there, as well as the hole up to the next floor. "Still leavin' us with plenty to fix without jello equipment though. You thinkin' we should report back to the rest of Excal on this?"
Meggan was relieved they wouldn’t have to throw out everything and start over from scratch! “Oh, we’re definitely giving everybody a head’s up about it,” she confirmed. “Before we get back to cleaning what’s broken.” Now that they could tell. There was no way that this didn’t bear warning the others about.
It was a unique category of powers, whatever their visitor had going on. She wondered if there was some form of magic in it. Had the transformations been genuine, even if they had been reverted back to normal or was it just something to befuddle the senses?
"Looks like it's mostly jes' the floor and ceiling to upstairs," Jay said, though he would have to go upstairs to assess the damage up there.
"You ever seen heard of powers like this?" He asked Meggan, more than willing to admit that she had much more experience with mutant powers than he did. He tried not to show it, but the whole situation made him uneasy. Even if the changes had been just illusions, he didn't like not being able to trust his senses.
And if they had been genuine changes... That was a whole different can of worms he weren't sure he wanted to even think on right now.
Meggan shook her head. If it were astral plane chaos splurting itself all over everything, then that she could wrap her brain around in a millisecond. That could do whatever it wanted around here, whenever it wanted. But this? Not if it didn’t involve the Danger Room having hiccups. “No, I haven’t,” she admitted.
She truly didn’t want to worry him too much, but she also wasn’t planning on lying to him. And it couldn’t be helped, given what they had just seen.
Jay chewed the inside of his cheek. "That ain't promising. This visitor of ours must be mighty powerful."
The powers to shape the world were a lot for one person to bear...
Jay stepped around the cocoon in the ground and through the blown off doors and took a look at the immediate damage. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. "Well," he said, seeing an explosion of changes in wood grain and type around a leaking pipe. "Seems our visitor managed a lot up here."
He glanced at Meggan with a slightly incredulous expression. "You seen something like this before?" He asked as he knocked over to what looked like a chair that had been distorted into a leaping jackrabbit.
Meggan shook her head. While new people did tend to drop in dramatically, she didn’t really think she had seen things altered to this degree before. At least, not in the waking world, when astral hijinks were not afoot. This did seem to be a bit more than she had expected to find, too, even hearing the descriptions of what had gone down. “Not like this, no; not ordinarily,” she admitted.
She tilted her head, giving herself a moment to study what had been done to the conference table, before she looked back at Jay. It was now a four headed python, with a texture resembling what seemed to her to be crepe paper. And yet, it was still the same general length it had started out as, prior to its strange transformation. “I can promise you that this level of change is more than a little bit different for us,” she assured him.
As she approached it, she did wonder if they would be forced to just crumple up the table and put it in the recycle bin.
"Best to go down and check Our Gal is alright," Jay said, referring to the wormhole itself. He couldn't even begin to imagine what chaos could happen if the wormhole itself was somehow distorted. Jay flapped over the hole in the ground that was like a skylight into the lower chamber and dropped down through it, it being wide enough to go through.
He wasn't ready to trust that the stairs weren't made of cardboard, or something like that.
Jay grimaced at the distorted equipment- twisted into shapes that looked way more organic than machinery should. But the wormhole itself looked alright.
Meggan looked over the edge of the hole, eyes widening at the state of the room, before she flew down to land beside Jay. The metal floor was in odd ripples, but at least it was still solid; the walls seemed in the same state, more or less. Visually, the wormhole itself did appear to be okay, but she would still like to know if anything was pinging that they couldn’t detect with their eyes and ears. The state of it all was amazing.
She frowned as what had formerly been a vital bit of the sensor settled in its casing instead jiggled with wild abandon in its new trapezoid shape when she hesitantly brushed against it. Nothing was exploding around them at that particular instant, for which she was glad. A muffled beep came from it, familiar in its tone, yet odd at the same time.
“If this all was normal and not waves of transformation and wreckage, that’d be a good noise for the portal’s status,” Meggan noted, mulling over the sheer randomness of it. “But...not in the form of a Jello mold.” Maybe it was the last gasp before it settled into its form? She couldn’t say.
"Maybe our visitor can set it back to a more solid state once she wakes up," Jay said, crossing the room to get his own view of the jello'd parts of the sensor. But by the time he got there, Meggan's supposition of it settling into a new state was beginning to be true- the sensor was becoming solid again. But then it started to melt back into the state it had been in previous to today.
Around them, the ground started to smooth out from the rippling waves.
"Well. How about that."
“Yeah,” Meggan nodded in startled agreement. She was just as surprised that everything had reverted completely back to how it should be; well, other than the hole. At the very least, nobody would have to either work out how to fix or just adapt to walking around on a marginally rippled floor.
She momentarily checked out the console, rather pleased that everything that should be beeping and blooping along was just doing its job. "Looks like our visitor’s not into some more permanent redecorating, then. At least, not in here." There was no need to toss out the table after crumpling if it had reverted in there, too.
"Guessin' the powers are only temporary after all," Jay said. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he began to press on some of the righted furniture just to see that it truly was back to normal. What sort of power could even do this? Had it been some sort of illusion? He was uneasy in his stomach, and the back of his neck still prickled. Their visitor was mighty dangerous, that was for sure. (Almost seemed more wraith than mutant.)
But the clearly man-shaped hole was still there, as well as the hole up to the next floor. "Still leavin' us with plenty to fix without jello equipment though. You thinkin' we should report back to the rest of Excal on this?"
Meggan was relieved they wouldn’t have to throw out everything and start over from scratch! “Oh, we’re definitely giving everybody a head’s up about it,” she confirmed. “Before we get back to cleaning what’s broken.” Now that they could tell. There was no way that this didn’t bear warning the others about.
It was a unique category of powers, whatever their visitor had going on. She wondered if there was some form of magic in it. Had the transformations been genuine, even if they had been reverted back to normal or was it just something to befuddle the senses?
"Looks like it's mostly jes' the floor and ceiling to upstairs," Jay said, though he would have to go upstairs to assess the damage up there.
"You ever seen heard of powers like this?" He asked Meggan, more than willing to admit that she had much more experience with mutant powers than he did. He tried not to show it, but the whole situation made him uneasy. Even if the changes had been just illusions, he didn't like not being able to trust his senses.
And if they had been genuine changes... That was a whole different can of worms he weren't sure he wanted to even think on right now.
Meggan shook her head. If it were astral plane chaos splurting itself all over everything, then that she could wrap her brain around in a millisecond. That could do whatever it wanted around here, whenever it wanted. But this? Not if it didn’t involve the Danger Room having hiccups. “No, I haven’t,” she admitted.
She truly didn’t want to worry him too much, but she also wasn’t planning on lying to him. And it couldn’t be helped, given what they had just seen.
Jay chewed the inside of his cheek. "That ain't promising. This visitor of ours must be mighty powerful."
The powers to shape the world were a lot for one person to bear...
