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I came to in a hospital room of some sort. Diagnostic blinkies on the left, ugly-ass potted plant on the right.
And here I was, stuck in the middle. At least this time there weren't any rising rings.
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and checked my status. My body sent back various A-OK reports, and the informational messages I was getting were outstanding. Better than 'home', in fact.
No smokes in the vest hanging in the tiny wardrobe in the corner.
I got dressed, thankful that I at least had more flexible 'costuming' options than some of my avatars. I opened the door and stuck my head out of the room. A young, nondescript man sitting in a chair reading a newspaper looked up.
"Awake, finally?" He asked, folding his paper and disappearing it. I blinked and shook my head, reviewing the last few seconds, and realizing that yes, he had actually disappeared the paper.
"Yes. I think. Who are you?"
"I'm a Portal Corps agent. The Corps has provided some services for your base as a form of compensation for our error."
"uhm.. base?"
"As registered superheros, you become eligible to have a supergroup, a leauge of superheros, at security level ten, which one of your number has achieved. This is that base."
I boggled, shaking my head again. I could understand what he meant, but it wasn't sinking in. "How long have I been out?"
"Approximately 48 hours, it seems there was some additional complications cause by equipment in your reality."
"Yeah, I wasn't phsically there, I was attending via teleprescence.. "
"Well, that could explain a lot! Let's get you over to the workout, errr, Danger Room." He rolled his eyes slightly pronouncing that, and I could hear the capitals. "And put you through Archetype evaluation."
I spent the next several hours hitting things and screaming and being scanned and probed in ways I won't go into here. The results, while slightly disturbing, were still completely acceptable to me. In the nomenclature of my current residence, I was a..
OOC: I got no freaking clue, man.. nothing's clicking, the sonic blaster is ringing the same 'stupid' bells as the Axe tanker was. I'm gonna try another re-roll as soon as I can get to a compy.. maybe a Dark Melee scrapper.. Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979
Quote:Now _that's_ comedy. A+, would LOL again.
They were as scared as I would have like to be. I fully understood them. They were used to hanging around with a prick, and with three to one odds, it was likely that this prick was about to get beaten.
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I came to in a hospital room of some sort. Diagnostic blinkies on the left, ugly-ass potted plant on the right.
And here I was, stuck in the middle. At least this time there weren't any rising rings.
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and checked my status. My body sent back various A-OK reports, and the informational messages I was getting were outstanding. Better than 'home', in fact.
No smokes in the vest hanging in the tiny wardrobe in the corner.
I got dressed, thankful that I at least had more flexible 'costuming' options than some of my avatars. I opened the door and stuck my head out of the room. A young, nondescript man sitting in a chair reading a newspaper looked up.
"Awake, finally?" He asked, folding his paper and disappearing it. I blinked and shook my head, reviewing the last few seconds, and realizing that yes, he had actually disappeared the paper.
"Yes. I think. Who are you?"
"I'm a Portal Corps agent. The Corps has provided some services for your base as a form of compensation for our error."
"uhm.. base?"
"As registered superheros, you become eligible to have a supergroup, a leauge of superheros, at security level ten, which one of your number has achieved. This is that base."
I boggled, shaking my head again. I could understand what he meant, but it wasn't sinking in. "How long have I been out?"
"Approximately 48 hours, it seems there was some additional complications cause by equipment in your reality."
"Yeah, I wasn't phsically there, I was attending via teleprescence.. "
"Well, that could explain a lot! Let's get you over to the workout, errr, Danger Room." He rolled his eyes slightly pronouncing that, and I could hear the capitals. "And put you through Archetype evaluation."
I spent the next several hours hitting things and screaming and being scanned and probed in ways I won't go into here. The results, while slightly disturbing, were still completely acceptable to me. In the nomenclature of my current residence, I was a..
OOC: I got no freaking clue, man.. nothing's clicking, the sonic blaster is ringing the same 'stupid' bells as the Axe tanker was. I'm gonna try another re-roll as soon as I can get to a compy.. maybe a Dark Melee scrapper.. Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979