Session Start: Thu Jul 01 20:18:21 1999
*** Now talking in #A-Next
*** Eclipse changes topic to '=A= X-World Presents: A-Next, "The Problem
With Prophecies, I: Housewarming" =A= A-Next: Vol. 1, No. 15, July 1, 1999'
* Titan *********>AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!<*********
<Titan> *********>SIM BRIEF<*********
<Titan> LAST TIME, A-NEXT DEFEATED THANOS AND GRAIL BUT LOST JESSICA
IN THE INSUING EXPLOSION AND ABSORPTION INTO THE BLACK HOLE. THE TEAM ESCAPED
IN A "LIBERATED" ALIEN CRAFT, THAT IRON MAN PILOTED EXPERTLY INTO A REMOTE
SUBURBAN AREA JUST OUTSIDE NEW YORK.
<Titan> DATE> TUESDAY, JUNE 20, 2017; 3:19PM EDT
<Titan> SCENE> THE DANGER ROOM, XAVIER INSTITUTE: WESTCHESTER (THE
X-MANSION). A SPOOKY GRAVEYARD SCENE AT NIGHT. DAWN AND GAMBIT ARE ENGAGED
IN STAFF COMBAT WHILE ROGUE WATCHES FROM THE CONTROL ROOM.
<Dawn> ::swings her staff at gambit::
<Gambit> ::grin, as he is blocking about everything he throws at
her:: Try an' up de ante, petite
<Titan> ACTION> GAMBIT NOTICES AN OPEN GRAVE BEHIND DAWN THAT GOES
UNNOTICED BY HER
<Dawn> ::swings at gambit again, harder this time::
<Gambit> ::swings his staff as her midsection, not too hard, and
just slow enough that she'd be able to block it::
<Dawn> ::attempts to block gambit's staff::
<Titan> ACTION> DAWN IS KNOCKED OFF BALANCE AND FALLS BACKWARD INTO
AN OPEN GRAVE, WHEN SHE HITS BOTTOM THE WORLD GOES DARK AS THE EMPTY COFFIN
<Titan> *********>PRELUDE END<*********
<Titan> *********>SIM START<*********
<Titan> DATE> TUESDAY, JUNE 27, 2017; 8:27AM EDT
<Titan> SCENE> A FIELD, JUST OUTSIDE A SMALL SUBURBAN AREA ALL BUT
DESERTED BECAUSE OF MORNING COMMUTERS
<Star> ::skips around smiling:: Whee! I love Earth!
<Goblin> ::hangs back, seperate from the group and mostly out of
sight as he tears apart his cape:: ((Can't believe this. Gotta hide it
all until I can get fixed up.)) ::uses the torn pieces from his cape as
bandages, wrapping them around the damaged areas of his suit:: ((Just looks
like I'm hurt..))
<Patriot> ::Glances at Star and smiles slightly::
<IronMan> ::Looks around, pulling his jacket around him:: It IS
good to be back..
<Shard> ::walks along::
<AmericanDream> ::sighs and stands up::
<Afterburn> ::crosses his arms and looks at IM:: I agree with you
100% there buddy ::grins and smells the fresh polutted air::
<Titan> ::looks around:: We need to get this ship out of here before
we attract undo attention.. Unless of course we were already tagged by
sattelite on the way into orbit.. ::frowns::
<Star> Who cares about that... we're alive, aren't we? ::smirks::
<Goblin> ::ties the last bandage tightly around his forearm and
walks out to join the others:: Where are we headed?
<Star> an ice cream shop I hope ::smiles::
<Titan> ACTION> 2 LONG, SLEEK, BLACK LIMOS WITH TINTED WINDOWS PULL
UP FLANKING EITHER SIDE OF THE SPACECRAFT. OUT OF THE LIMO NEAREST TO THE
GROUP EMERGES A SLINDER, GREY HAIRED MAN WHO LOOKS INCREDIBLY YOUTHFUL
FOR SOMEONE OF HIS OBVIOUS YEARS. A YOUNG MAN WITH DARK PURPLE SHOULDER
LENGTH HAIR ABOUT 19 IS AT HIS SIDE AND THEY ARE FLANKED BY TWO LARGE PHYSICALLY
IMPOSING GUARDS WITH HEADSETS AND SHADES. ALL 4 ARE DRESSED IN EXPENSIVE
DARK COLORED SUITS.
<AmericanDream> ::watches the others solemnly for a moment::
<IronMan> Yeah..most of us, are..::Sighs, slightly::
<Afterburn> ::blinks:: Umm, hmm..
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::eyes each member of the group with a stare
that seems to burn through their souls, then looks to his watch:: You're
right on time.
<AmericanDream> ::glances up at the men, her eyes narrowing and
her expression turning grim::
<IronMan> ::Puts his hand to his medallion:: Excuse me?
<Goblin> ::grabs one of his razorbats:: ((Only thing I got..)) ::narrows
his eyes on the men:: Who are you?
<Patriot> ::glances at the limos.. then the people that step out
of the limos::
<Shard> were on time? for what?
<Star> ohhh no.. we just go back from space and we need a break!
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::smiles:: I am Nathaniel T. Fitzsimmons, perhaps
you've heard of me? ::waves his hand cutting off anyone before they can
reply:: No matter, it's time we were off anyway. ::puts his arm around
the purple-haired boy's shoulders:: Oh but where is my head? This is my
son, Kelvyn Fitzsimmons.
<Titan> Kel> ::waves slightly, attention obviously elsewhere::
<Afterburn> ::blinks:: Wha??
<Shard> and were on time for what?
<Star> wait a second... why should we go on another life-threatening
mission? I just want a milkshake ::pouts::
<Goblin> ::grips the bat firmly:: I don't think you're going my
<IronMan> Off? Just who do you think you are?! ::Grips his medallion::
((Can't change, without giving away, my identity..))
<Titan> ACTION> THE AIR AROUND THE FIELD CRACKLES WITH ENERGY; A
PURPLE GLOWING BALL OF IT CONGREGATES AROUND THE ALIEN CRAFT AND IT DISAPPEARS.
KEL SLUMPS OVER IN FITZSIMMONS' ARMS AND IN A BRILLIANT BURST OF PURPLE
LIGHT, HE AND THE INJURED MEMBERS OF A-NEXT VANISH (THAT BEING ANYONE WHO'S
NOT HERE AND GOBLIN).
<AmericanDream> ::looks up, her expression becoming cold:: Bring
them back. now.
<IronMan> ::Crouches in an attack position:: What do you think you're
<Titan> ::blinks:: What did you do to them, Fitzsimmons!?
<Patriot> Where did they..? Where'd you take them?!
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::looks at his watch, smiles, and thinks aloud::
We're making excellant time in this venture. ::looks around at the shocked
and confused faces:: Oh, fear not, your friends are safe. I had them transported
to your new medical laboratory for treatment.
<AmericanDream> ::raises her disc launcher at Fitzsimmons' head::
<Shard> ::looks around::
<Star> and when do I get a milkshake... and where are my buddies?
<AmericanDream> Fear not..I want some answers..and I mean now.
My patience is worn thin.
<Titan> Our new medlab? Mr. Fitzsimmons, are you in total control
of all your faculties?
<AmericanDream> ::shakes her head:: We're not your pets that you
can drag along and do with what you like.
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> He's implying that I'm insane Ms. Connor. ::smirks::
Oh, Mr. Pym, you're such a funny man, and a brilliant one at that which
is why I've seen to it that you have a fully equipped facility at you disposal,
but I'm getting ahead of myself. Shall we be off?
<Afterburn> ::raises a brow and opens his mouth with a confused
look:: New facilities?
<IronMan> Hey, A-Next isn't just a group you can buy off! ::Steps
forward, prepared to slug Fitz::
<Shard> be off where?
<Star> just... how many bathrooms are going to be there? And
is there a pool? Maybe a really really big holo-vid? ::smiles::
<Titan> We don't need your handouts Mr. Fitzsimmons, we're more
than capable of providing for ourselves
<Star> errr... right Iron Man... not us ::kind of frowns::
<AmericanDream> ::glances at IM:: Back down kid. That's not
going to get us answers. Only more trouble that we dont need
<IronMan> ::Shoots a quick glare at Star:: Ixney on the Ronie Anme.
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::smiles at dream:: Ahh, the voice of reason.
So shall we? ::motions to the limos::
<Star> ::blinks:: What? Your name's not Ronnie it's..
<AmericanDream> ::gives Fitzsimmons a slight harsh look and nods
at the others, getting into the limo::
<Afterburn> ::thinks to himself:: ((Hm, a new place to crash sounds
nice, maybe a nice pool, my own room..))
<Shard> you still havent answered my question where are we going?
<IronMan> Terry. ::Mutters under his breath, and steps into the
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Why, we're going home of course. ::smirks and
gets back into the limo::
<Patriot> ::gets into a limo::
<Shard> home so you bringing me to Toronto?
<AmericanDream> ::takes a seat by Fitzsimmons:: If this is some
kind of hoax..I'll deal with you personally..::smiles slightly::
<Shard> ::walks to a limo::
<Star> errr... you just said your name you know ::hops in the limo
and bounces on the seat a couple times:: soo... the others are all right?
<Titan> SCENE> FITZSIMMONS' TOWER, THE TOP SECRET EXPERIMENTAL LABORATORY
OF NATHANIEL FITZSIMMONS. GOBLIN IS SECURED TO A TABLE AS A GROUP OF ANDROIDS
WORK ON REPAIRING HIS SUIT, HE IS STILL FULLY CONSCIOUS YET APART FROM
THE DROIDS ALL HE CAN SEE IS A FEW FLASHING LIGHTS ON A PANEL IN THE DISTANCE.
<Goblin> Get off me!! Arggh!! ::struggles to get free or at least
get some freedom of movement::
<Titan> ACTION> GOBLIN FINDS THAT HE CAN'T GET FREE AND THAT HE
CAN BARELY MOVE
<Titan> ACTION> STATIC CRACKLES AS THE COM SYSTEM COMES ON
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> +com+ How're the repairs coming Boris?
<Goblin> ::strains, trying to reach his belt and grab a razorbat
to slice himself free:: Gonna kill ya.. Ohhhh yeah.. gonna kill your boss
to. ::starts laughing, hoping to have some effect on anyone in the room::
<Titan> ACTION> SINCE THE ONLY "PEOPLE" IN THE ROOM ARE ANDROIDS
THE LAUGH HAS NO EFFECT
<Titan> ACTION> A MALE HUMANOID HOLOGRAM EMITTING A SOFT ORANGE
GLOW APPEARS BEHIND GOBLIN, HE IS LOOKING OFF IN THE DISTANCE TO WHERE
THE BLINKING PANEL IS, AND IS APPARENTLY SUPERVISING THE WORK OF THE DROIDS.
<Titan> Boris> Faster than expected, sir, but the damage is too
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> +com+ What're you saying man?
<Titan> Boris> We'll have to remove the mask in order to affect
<Goblin> Aggg!! ::tries desperately to reach a bat, looking from
the hologram to the control panel::
<Titan> *********>INTERLUDE END<*********
<Titan> SCENE> OUR MOTHER OF MERCY HOSPITAL, THE ROOM OF ONE SPECIAL,
COMATOSE "JOHN DOE" WHO WAS BROUGHT LATE LAST NIGHT AFTER EBING INVOLVED
IN A CAR ACCIDENT
<Titan> Nurse> Poor young man.. ::checks the machinery::
<Titan> ACTION> SHRIEK'S SONIC SHEILD EXPANDS KNOCKING THE NURSE
ACROSS THE ROOM AS HE AWAKENS WITH NO CLUE HOW HE GOT THERE OR WHO HE IS
<Titan> *********>INTERLUDE2 END<*********
<Titan> *********>SIM RESUME<*********
<Titan> ACTION> AFTER EVERYONE BEGRUDGINGLY GOT INTO FITZ'S LIMOS,
THEY DROVE INTO THE CITY. DURING THE TRIP FITZ DETAILED THE NEW ARRANGEMENTS
FOR A-NEXT (VIA COM IF YOU WERE IN THE SECOND LIMO): THEY WILL BE RESIDING
IN AND OPERATING OUT OF HIS SKYSCRAPER FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. HE SIGHTED
NO REASONS WHY, OR EXPLANATIONS AS TO HOW HE KNEW WHERE TO FIND US. THE
LIMOS ENTER THE TOWER VIA AN UNDERGROUND ROADWAY THAT RUNS BETWEEN IT AND
THE PARKING LOT DOWN THE STREET AND AROUND THE CORNER.
<Titan> SCENE> FITZ'S TOWER, GARAGE LEVEL ONE (B1)
<Titan> TIME> 9:51AM EDT
<Star> ::excitedly:: We're going to live in here?
<AmericanDream> ::glances at Star for a moment:: We dont know enought
about him to really do this..
<Star> but... it's soooo nova looking! ::smiling::
<IronMan> Uh..My mom's never gonna allow this. She still thinks
I'm working for Mr. Stark..
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Oh my dear, I'm just a kindly old man looking
to do a good deed for the community ::smiles innocently::
<AmericanDream> but it could be a trick. I need to get in
cotact with a ..::glares at Fitzsimmons:: I need to use your communications
<Titan> ::frowns:: Speaking of Mr. Stark..
<Fathom> ::crosses his arms looking around the place almost skeptically::
<Miasma> ::Yawns triedly.:: Right, we belivie you.
<Star> ::frowns slightly at Dream:: C'mon... how bad could it be?
Gotta have something go right for us sooner or later... right?
<AmericanDream> How many times have I heard that..
<Star> From me? ::smiles::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> But of course if you'll just follow me.. ::starts
towards an elevator::
<AmericanDream> Star..come with me please? ::glances at her::
<Shard> ::follows Fitz to the elevator::
<Miasma> ::Eyes narrowly at the elevator and follows.::
<Star> but... what if there's a pool?
<Titan> ::lingers in the garage for a momment before following the
others to the elevator::
<Star> ::blinks:: okay ::follows Dream::
<AmericanDream> We'll worry about that later..::follows Fitzsimmons::
<Patriot> ::follows the others::
<Afterburn> ::smirks and walks behind Patriot::
<IronMan> ::Mutters and follows:: Guys..about Jess..Let me break
the news to Mr. Stark..I sorta know him the best..
<Fathom> ::takes one glance around and then follows the others::
<Titan> ::glances at im:: I'm going with you, she left me in charge
of the team so.. it's only right..
<IronMan> ::Nods, slightly::
<AmericanDream> ::glances over at Titan but refrains from commenting,
then looks back at Fitzsimmons:: ((Need to run a check on this guy..and
my mother's just the person to find that for me..))
<Star> ::walks with a slight skip to her step:: I think this place
is nova at least...
<Titan> ACTION> EVERYONE BOARDS THE ELEVATOR WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY
VERY BIG AND THE DOORS SHUT WITH A WHOOSH OF AIR
<Star> so, like how big is this place again?
<Fathom> ::coughs slightly:: ((air seems funny...but that might
only be because its the city...))
<Titan> Fitsimmons> ::enters a numerical code into elevator panel::
96 stories, plus severeral sublevels..
<Star> and a pool? ::smiles::
<Afterburn> ::smiles slightly:: Nice place..
<IronMan> ::Lets out a low whistle:: Geez..Sounds like one of Mr.
<Titan> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR STARTS UP AND ZOOMS DOWN A FEW FLOORS
<Miasma> 96 stories? Do we really need that many?
<Star> and when is Gobs going to show up?
<AmericanDream> ::frowns:: What's your story Fitzsimmons..?
<Star> it's like a library... get it? Stories... library...
::smirks:: errr I'll just wonder about the pool
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Of course there's a pool, and not all of the
floors will be devoted to your purposes, I do have a corporation to run
<Afterburn> Is this all ::hesitates:: ours?
<IronMan> Won't find any 100 story libraries, tho'..::Chuckles::
So, you guys think my Mom will buy the fact I'm sorta hired by another
<Shard> so how many of the floors will be ours?
<Titan> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN OUT INTO THE WAR ROOM, WHERE
THERE'S A LARGE ROUND TABLE WITH THE A EMBLEM ON IT AND A LARGE SUPERCOMPUTER
AS WELL AS SMALLER TERMINALS LINING THE WALLS
<Afterburn> ::eyes turn large:: Wow!!
<Star> ((He never answered my question about Gobs...))
<Shard> ::looks around:: well well
<IronMan> ::Looks around, slightly:: Not too bad. Where are our
rooms? And when will the rest of our members be joining us?
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> The residental block is at the top of the building,
your friends are downstairs and Goblin.. will be rejoining you shortly..
<Star> I want a huge rotating bed... ohhh... and a really nice sound
<AmericanDream> You dont seem to understand Mr Fitzsimmons..we're
not operatives to be bought by you and employed. Now explain yourself.
Or I'll find out for myself.
<Star> So... think you can give Gobs a little facelift before he
shows up? ::smirks::
<Star> ok ok.. I was just kidding
<IronMan> Cool. ::Runs a hand through his hair:: I hate to say it,
But American Dream is right. Why should we trust you?
<Afterburn> ::Walks in and begins to look around the room slowly::
This is nice..
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> You misunderstand, I never intended to hire
you out as operatives. God knows I have more than I need already.. ::laughs::
<AmericanDream> Then why are you "recruiting" us?
<Fathom> ::looks at Fitz expecting a good answer::
<AmericanDream> and this is no joke. ::gives him a sharp look::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Because sometimes even the rich need to do
things for a higher purpose.. ::looks skyward::
<Star> whoa... Dream... maybe we oughta just sorta cool off first
<Star> See? He's a religious fanatic... nothing to worry about
<AmericanDream> After your encounter with..Miss Stark..you think
you'd be a bit more cautious..
<IronMan> So wait..you'll sponsor us and everything..No strings
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> You're welcome to use this computer to investigate
me, I'm sure you won't find anything of interest..
<Miasma> Is having morals means you're a fanatic? What a sad place
we live in today.
<Star> that... was a cheap shot..
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> And no my dear, I haven't been to temple for
<Afterburn> ::goes over and touches the big view screen:: I like
<IronMan> ::Shoots a glance between American Dream and Star:: Lay
off the kid, Dream.
<Patriot> ::shoots a glare at AD::
<AmericanDream> ::glares back:: I am looking out for her wellfare.
Because I dont like this, no offense Mr Fitzsimmons..::glances at Star::
I'm sorry Claudia.
<Star> it's all right
<Titan> ::strokes chin:: That still doesn't explain.. ::shakes head::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::glances at dream:: The computer responds
to vocal commands..
<Star> like.. milkshake?
<AmericanDream> Now then..we need to take care of some personal
business if you dont mind.
<Star> ::taps her foot::
<Afterburn> ::frowns and ignores the side talk while he enjoys himself
with all the new equipment::
<AmericanDream> ::looks over at Star and smirks slightly::
<Star> it has some bugs... but I never did like machines a whole
<IronMan> Give us some time to think 'bout the offer, Fitz. We need
to grieve. ::Nods at the others::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> You wish to be left alone? Alright, Boris will
summon me when you need me again.. ::smiles, boards the elevator and is
<AmericanDream> ::frowns and walks over to a console:: Let's
see what we can dig up on this guy..and his son.
<Titan> ACTION> A MALE HUMANOID HOLOGRAM EMITTING A SOFT ORANGE
GLOW APPEARS BEHIND SHARD
<Star> ::hops up on a desk:: What if he really is a good guy?
<Titan> Boris> I am Boris..
<Fathom> I think you should get an impartial source for information
on this benefactor of us...his system might be a bit on his side of the
<AmericanDream> ::sends a lil communication thing to SHIELD:: We'll
know soon enough.
<Star> and we have to make sure the others get back
<Shard> ::turns around looking at Boris:: oh so you are Boris
<Titan> Boris> ::watches each person closely and suspiciously::
<AmericanDream> ::sighs and pulls her mask down::
<Star> ::pulls her mask off:: I need to get out of this costume...
I've been in it for like forever now... and it's all ruined anyways
<Titan> ACTION> THE INFORMATION ON FITZSIMMONS COMES BACK STRAIGHT
FROM THE DESK OF SHARON CARTER, HE'S TOTALLLY CLEAN AND HIS WORST QUALITY
IS HE MAY GIVE TO MUCH MONEY AWAY
<AmericanDream> ::waits patiently::
<Fathom> ::looks over at Boris:: where can I get a glass of water?
<AmericanDream> ::frowns and looks over the file:: Well..it
looks like he's clean as far as his history..let's see what his business
is about..::types in some commands::
<IronMan> I'll contact Iron Man, later, about the proposal. ::Looks
<Titan> Boris> Water? ::rolls eyes: Right.. ::disappears::
<Star> good ::smiles:: I think things should be looking up for now
<Fathom> ::blinks:: is it me or does Boris not like us?
<Star> and I need to get some new clothes... maybe he can help get
me some more uniforms ::smiles::
<IronMan> Boris has got an attitude prob, for a hologram. ::Crosses
<Titan> ACTION> THE ELEVTAOR COMES DOWN AND A PERSON IN A CHEF'S
UNIFORM STEPS OUT WITH A PITCHER OF ICE WATER AND GLASSES FOR EVERYONE
ON A TRAY
<Titan> Pierre> Bonjour, bonjour! ::is overly cheery and smiles
ear to ear::
<Star> nova ::smiles and takes a glass:: don't worry... don't think
it's poisoned ::sips it::
<IronMan> ::Takes a glass:: Uh, I take it your the chef?
<Patriot> ::takes a glass::
<Fathom> ::pours himself a glass:: many thanks
<AmericanDream> you should have asked for your milkshake Claudia::smirks::
<Shard> ::takes a glass:: bojour
<Titan> ACTION> A COMPANY PROFILE OF FITZSIMMONS INTERNATIONAL COMES
BACK, IT'S A ROBOTICS FIRM WITH OFFICES WORLDWIDE, THE TOWER IS THE HOME
<Titan> Pierre> ::smiles and nods::
<Fathom> ::takes a sip of water testing it for impurities::
<AmericanDream> very intersting..this could actually prove rather
good for us..
<Shard> ::pours himself a glass of water::
<Titan> ACTION> THE WATER'S ONE IMPURITY IS THE HINT OF LEMON JUICE
FROM THE SLICES FLOATING IN THE PITCHER
<IronMan> I think the guy's sincere, myself.
<Miasma> ::Sighs and leans on a wall.:: So, what should we do know.
Wait for the baddies to pop out of the wood work?
<Star> ::frowns:: robots..
<Fathom> not bad... ::takes another drink and walks over to American
<Afterburn> ::blinks at the hologram:: Boris? Woah! ::smiles evilly::
<AmericanDream> ::glances up at Fathom::
<Shard> ::takes a drink::
<Fathom> so do you think we can trust him?
<Fathom> ::gulps the rest of his water::
<Titan> ::frowns and folds arms over chest::
<Patriot> ::takes a drink, going over a few things in his head::
<Miasma> Look, the guy is a bit... odd... but he's... ::makes a
slight face.:: Friendly... too friendly which could be good or bad....
<AmericanDream> his records and all are clear..however, he could
have hired someone to change that information..but we'll have to trust
him..let's find out about his son though..I figured he's a mutant..::types
in a few more commands::
<Star> ::raises an eyebrow:: Were you raised to be such a... a...
cynic? That's the right word, isn't it? ::smirks::
<Fathom> we can always play his game for now...and just keep out
eyes out for anything suspicous. Maybe we're being a bit too cautious and
should be really just cutting the guy some slack?
<Titan> ACTION> THE FILES ON KEL COME BACK CLEAN AS WELL, SUSPICIOUSLY
<AmericanDream> I was raised to be cautious Claudia..SHIELD agents
have to know their "hosts".
<Afterburn> ::looks around for where the hologram went:: Um, hello?
How do you activate Boris?
<AmericanDream> now that's odd.::flips through the files::
<IronMan> Yeah. ::Takes a sip of the water:: I trusted Mr. Stark,
and look where it got me.
<Star> well... I was raised to crave a milkshake... and then there's
no Goblin to make fun of right now
<AmericanDream> I wonder about him as well..
<Shard> well ask Boris for a milk shake
<Star> I don't want to... he's sorta... creepy
<Titan> ACTION> BORIS DOES NOT RESPOND REGARDLESS
<Afterburn> Boris!! Come here boris!
<AmericanDream> Boris isnt a very happy person..::laughs to herself::
<Star> No wait... it's okay
<Fathom> Maybe he did his one good deed for the day? ::smirks::
<Miasma> Boris? I think he's rather funny.
<Star> I can go a day without a milkshake.. honest
<IronMan> You got that right, kid. For a hologram, he's downright
<Afterburn> ::yells:: Boris I command you to Come out, and talk
to me, ::snickers::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::emerges from the elevator:: So, have you
made a decision?
<Shard> well mabey i can change that ::goes to a computer and tries
to get into Boris' hologram system::
<Star> ::jumps off the desk:: After we know Goblin is all right
<IronMan> ::Glances at the others:: What do you say, guys? I'm up
<AmericanDream> ::nods in agreement with Star::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::glances at shard:: I wouldn't--
<Miasma> Yeah, yeah.
<Star> ::blinks:: Just because I miss picking on the green pervert...
<Titan> ACTION> SHARD GETS A MILD SHOCK
<Miasma> Of course you miss 'picking' on him.
<Shard> ::gets up quickley::
<Afterburn> ::smirks:: BORIS!
<Miasma> Who designed this hologram? I'd like to meet him. Or her.
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Boris is.. handling something right now..
<Star> ::groans:: I'm going clothes shopping... err...sorta need
<Miasma> What is this something? ::Eyes narrows at the sound of
<Fathom> Can we see our friend Goblin?
<AmericanDream> ::glances at Star:: After we see Goblin, I'll take
<AmericanDream> We need some..quality time together::smiles::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> ::sighs:: Your friend Goblin didn't take kindly
to my attempts at repairing his uniform.. ::frowns::
<Star> ::smiles:: I like that idea
<Patriot> ::shakes his head slightly::
<AmericanDream> well..we want to see him.
<Titan> ACTION> GOBLIN, SANS MASK, FALLS OUT OF THE AIR DUCTS LANDING
ON TOP OF PATRIOT
<AmericanDream> ::looks up, jaw dropped::
<Star> ::blinks:: is that... him?
<Star> ::looks at him:: Is he..?
<AmericanDream> Goblin..are you ok? ::steps forward to help
<Shard> ::looks at goblin:: you ok?
<Fathom> ::walks over and pours a glass of water walking back to
offer it to Goblin::
<IronMan> ::Moves towards Gobs:: Hey, you alright, man?
<Goblin> ::comes out of his trance, grabbing the hood of his cape
and pulling it down to hide his face:: Get away from me!! ::jumps back,
edging away from teh others::
<Star> ::blinks:: Errr, Greenie... it's us?
<Patriot> ::picks himself up, and blinks::
<AmericanDream> ::frowns and jerks her hand back, then looks to
Fitzsimmons:: What did you do to him?
<Fathom> ::steps backwards trying to keep the water from spilling::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> He shouldn't be here, he's not altogether..
sane.. in this state..
<Star> Not that missing your mask makes a big improvement or anything
<Star> Of course not... ::walks towards him:: it's just same old
Gobs minus the ugly mask
<Goblin> ::looks around, then makes a sprint across the room, jumping
and running acroos the table towards the elevator::
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> I didn't do anything to him.. He was terribly
disturbed before my service droids removed his mask..
<Shard> ::blocks goblin from going into the elevator::
<Afterburn> ::smiles and sits in the war room intently waiting for
<Star> So give him his mask back
<Star> ::races after him::
<AmericanDream> Listen..isnt there some way you could have..fixed
him without doing that? the man wanted his privacy..
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> We have to catch him first
<Star> I can get him!
<Goblin> ::starts laughing hysterically, grabbing a razorbat and
slashing at Shard:: Outta the way!! ::tries to get into the elevator::
<Patriot> ::flies after Gobs::
<AmericanDream> ::frowns and aims a disc at Gobs's legs
<Fathom> ::sets the glass on a near by table and flies into the
<IronMan> I thought it was just a mask..how could it make him like
<Star> Gobs... gotta get off the hyper-drugs ::tries to tackle him
into the elevator::
<Titan> ACTION> SHARD'S ARM IS SLASHED AS GOBLIN DISAPPEARS INTO
THE ELEVATOR CLOSES BEHIND HIM
<Shard> ::grabs his arm:: ow
<Titan> *********>SIM END<*********
<Titan> TIME> 9:46PM EDT
<Titan> SCENE> THE PRIVATE OFFICE NATHANIEL FITZSIMMONS, LOCATED
ON THE TOP FLOOR (96th) OF HIS SKYSCRAPER, NEW YORK, NY. IT'S DARKENED
AND THE OFFICE'S LONE OCCUPANT IS VIEWING FOOTAGE OF A-NEXT, BOTH IN ACTION
AND IN THEIR CIVILIAN IDENTITIES, ON THE WALL OF MONITORS BEFORE HIM. THE
TAPES PAUSE ON THREE SPECIFIC IMAGES.
<Fathom> ::lands before the elevator:: how do we stop this thing?
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Are you certain they're the ones?
<Titan> ACTION> A SECOND FIGURE LITERALLY STEPS OUT OF THE SHADOWS
BEHIND FITZSIMMONS WITH HARDLY A SOUND, HIS LONG BLACK CLOAK TRAILS BEHIND
<Titan> Cloak> Have I ever been wrong in as many years as I've known
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Good point.
<Titan> Cloak> You know what has to be done.
<Titan> ACTION> AS QUICKLY AS HE APPEARED, CLOAK IS GONE. THE ROOM
PLUNGES INTO DARKNESS AS THE MONITORS CUT OFF, LEAVING FITZSIMMONS ALONE
TO PLOT HIS NEXT MOVE.
<Titan> Fitzsimmons> Yes, unfortunately I do.
<Titan> *********>EPILOGUE END<*********
<Titan> NEXT: The Mistress of Magnetism.