So True of Aim With His Marshmallow Laser

[lil_hulk]

Jay had less of his senior year in front of him than he thought. He was behind on his senior year job shadowing. Most of his fellow students on the rez had access to all the Keewazi technology businesses and labs to do theirs in. He was in New York City and had fewer options.

He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.

Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.

Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.

Crossing Your Path [Open]

[pussyfootaround]

Wind whistled past Felicity Thompson's ears as she hurtled off of the edge of the Hammer Industries rooftop, her mouth parted in a gleeful grin as Hammer's security guards fired off at her. The good thing about having taken all the power on the block off, of course, was the fact that Felicity's slinky black catsuit blended very well in with the night.

She checked her belt one more time to ensure that the blueprints for what Hammer had been designing were still there - and they were. Good. She wasn't sure what the top secret project was about, exactly, but the fact that she had it boded well. She could examine the plans, tear them apart, and repurpose them.

Given that she also now owned the last bit of information regarding the project - she'd utterly destroyed everything else - it'd take Hammer and his lackeys months to get back up to speed. By then, this project would have been recreated into something better for use by the Wild Pack.

Felicity twisted in mid-air, righting herself as she came closer to the ground, and expertly landed in a crouch, one leg extended. A cool nighttime breeze whipped up the hair of the platinum blonde wig that was attacked to her stylized cat-mask. Unable to help herself due to an old habit picked up in her gymnastics training with her mother, Felicity whispered a barely audible "Meow" and then grimaced. Sure, you're great with the technological advancements, but when it comes to dressing up like a woman in a catsuit, you're all stereotypical tropes, aren't you? she chided herself as she took off at a sprint. She didn't turn back, but the specialized sound receivers in the stylized ears of her mask picked up the sound of a few guards bursting out of the premises and following, feeding the sound directly into her ears. Felicity's grin grew wider.

So they were going to chase her. Oh, fun!

( Felicity turned a corner.... )

Felicity turned back and waved at one of the security cameras that was trained on her. The next morning, Hammer would see what an epic fail his invention had been. Three weeks from now, the Wild Pack would have things that were inspired by the design, but created for different applications. These things, of course, would actually function.

With a smirk, Felicity leaped off the building and went hurtling back off into the rest of the night, and whatever awaited her there.

Returning Home (Tina)

[i_can_hit_that]

(This post takes place after this post and this post)


Quinn returned home after working with Nika to find his targets and set his gear case and luggage next to the door as he came in, then put the flowers down on the end table near the couch. The house still smelled the same, though he wished it was taco night. Grumpy looked at him from the couch and promptly turned her nose away from him; she seemed to remember that he was persona non grata around these parts and Quinn sighed. Well, the cat hadn't ever really liked him so he couldn't be too upset about that.

Did Tina still feel the same way? That was the real question.

Quinn moved through the house slowly, but cautiously, wanting to make sure that it was empty before he got comfortable. He was still a little on edge after his mission and wanted to make sure that they weren't going to get ambushed the moment they stepped inside. He moved about the house silently, checking the kitchen, the rooms and finally the back patio. A look at the clock told him that Tina would be home any minute now and that he probably had some explaining to do when she got here. He didn't see the note he'd left her on the counter, so maybe she'd read it already. He could only hope she was ready to talk.

He took off his coat and washed his hands, then set about looking in the refrigerator for something to make for dinner.

 

Practice makes perfect (open to Xavier's)

[catlikereflexes]

Frankie was in the gym, practicing on the balance beam. After a long day of doing homework, she found that turning on some music and doing some gymnastics was a nice way to cap off the day. That, and it meant that she could put off that pesky little history essay for another hour or two.

Frankie flipped off the beam, landing perfectly on her feet. She struck a pose, taking a bow for an imaginary audience.

Back? We Never Left! (Stella)

[legacy_of_evil]

Years of hard work were finally paying off.

The patents were in and the constant batteries of tests now proved to the skeptics what Norman told them all along when he'd first mentioned the cure his company now possessed. They didn't believe him and may said so outright; others refused to take his calls even when he offered six companies the chance to independently verify his company's findings on the vaccine. OsCorp was in deep financial trouble and, for a time, he'd despaired that he was about to lose his family's company to the creditors and fail at what he'd wanted to do for so long.

Only after his discussions with Kimiko Tsurayaba did they finally listen to him and now the Food & Drug Administration called this afternoon to inform him of the good news.

OsCorp could proceed to market the cure for Lupus.

Norman was in such high spirits during his sparring match that he let the cage-fighter hit him twice, grinning as he felt his head snap back at the force of the blows. Those blows would easily have knocked a normal man unconscious.

Norman let the man swing again, then trapped the extended arm with his right arm while aiming three quick jabs into his armpit. Something snapped and Norman twisted, taking the man down into an armbar that left him howling, even as he tapped the floor furiously to get Osborn to release the hold.

Norman's good mood let him hold the maneuver for only six seconds before letting go and rolling to his feet. He looked down at the cage fighter but didn't really see him. He saw another man in a red and blue leotard with spider-webbing all over.

"Miss Cicero, please get this man some medical attention. Then get schedule a press conference for next week. I want the world to know OsCorp is back in business."