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xavier_institute_logs2015-08-27 08:57 pm
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A Sinister Legacy—[Part 5] Take Notes
WHO: The sick and the recovery team
WHAT: Research theft and retrieval of the ill
WHERE: Sinister’s old mansion, outskirts of London
WHEN: Late afternoon
WARNING(S): Violence and sickness
The estate was built away from the city proper and not quite on the river, but a bit back from the water, discretely screened by well-tended trees and away from the prying eyes of tourists. The canal that led to it was maintained enough to look picturesque, but not entirely functional; it’s barely wide enough for the boat to fit—one way only—and shallow enough that the bottom occasionally scraped up alarmingly against the boat’s hull.
Some stubborn bursts of the propeller got them through, though the way back out might be more challenging.
Behind a bend they found one of the service tunnels, disused for some time but at least not collapsed. Once it was used for coal and other cargo delivered by water—including the kind that came in living mutant varieties. Nowadays it was kept securely chained and padlocked to keep out tourists and teenagers.
A snikt put an end to that.
The trip through the tunnel was uneventful, short, but dark; it was flashlights only here, all the way up the stairs that led to the mansion’s interior, the door to which Logan also handily opened. The mansion itself had…seen better days. Much better days. It’s terribly dusty, with a large amount of furniture removed and covers thrown over the rest, blank spaces on the walls where paintings were removed for storage elsewhere, along with a number of books. Some remained, as covered in dust as the rest of the furnishings.
Logan pulled off the sheet covering one of the remaining couches, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He swatted at it with the same irritation as a man chasing away a swarm of flies, which at least made Kurt laugh. His condition had worsened significantly after the escape, and he was grateful for the chance to sit again.
It was Logan who spoke.
"Find the lab or find a place to rest; we don’t have time for sightseeing."
((OOC: The mod account will comment every so often if important details are discovered; otherwise feel free to assume the layout of the mansion on your own.))
WHAT: Research theft and retrieval of the ill
WHERE: Sinister’s old mansion, outskirts of London
WHEN: Late afternoon
WARNING(S): Violence and sickness
The estate was built away from the city proper and not quite on the river, but a bit back from the water, discretely screened by well-tended trees and away from the prying eyes of tourists. The canal that led to it was maintained enough to look picturesque, but not entirely functional; it’s barely wide enough for the boat to fit—one way only—and shallow enough that the bottom occasionally scraped up alarmingly against the boat’s hull.
Some stubborn bursts of the propeller got them through, though the way back out might be more challenging.
Behind a bend they found one of the service tunnels, disused for some time but at least not collapsed. Once it was used for coal and other cargo delivered by water—including the kind that came in living mutant varieties. Nowadays it was kept securely chained and padlocked to keep out tourists and teenagers.
A snikt put an end to that.
The trip through the tunnel was uneventful, short, but dark; it was flashlights only here, all the way up the stairs that led to the mansion’s interior, the door to which Logan also handily opened. The mansion itself had…seen better days. Much better days. It’s terribly dusty, with a large amount of furniture removed and covers thrown over the rest, blank spaces on the walls where paintings were removed for storage elsewhere, along with a number of books. Some remained, as covered in dust as the rest of the furnishings.
Logan pulled off the sheet covering one of the remaining couches, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He swatted at it with the same irritation as a man chasing away a swarm of flies, which at least made Kurt laugh. His condition had worsened significantly after the escape, and he was grateful for the chance to sit again.
It was Logan who spoke.
"Find the lab or find a place to rest; we don’t have time for sightseeing."
((OOC: The mod account will comment every so often if important details are discovered; otherwise feel free to assume the layout of the mansion on your own.))
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The fuck was that.
[Having other things to focus on got her moving again, at least. Kaede's vectors reappear as she shakes her head, as if she could clear out any lingering echoes that way.
No luck. The sound of a big plane landing was still there.]
I can do that, yeah.
[The vectors settled around Alex's shoulders, grabbed on just like almost-hands—and with a momentary frown of strain, lifted him up towards the hole she'd carved in the paneling.
A headache prickled at Kaede's temples even before she was finished, making her grimace again.]
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The one thing that isn't covered in dust is a security camera perched in the corner. A red dot still glows from it, indicating that it's an active one.]
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Camera, and it's on. I'm going to try disabling it.
[Making plaster crumble is easy. Taking out a camera, a little more difficult, especially when using his powers any makes his head throb. But there are lots of ways cameras can malfunction. Mice can nibble on wires, solder points can corrode, motors can get stuck. He has no way of knowing if the camera feed is being constantly monitored or merely recorded. He has to assume the first. For all he knows, the jet landing outside is Sinister coming back to secure his lab. Alex could just drop in and never mind the camera, but he doesn't want any video of any of them getting back to Sinister.
So he focuses on pushing all of the probabilities of the camera to catastrophic failure.]
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Wonderful.
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I think I got it. You want to come in too or do you want to go tell 'em we found something?
...whoops. Sorry about the format switch there.
[She hadn't...exactly used her powers that way before, at least not precisely that way. But she could try!
Kaede's vectors manifested again, lifting her up off of the ground with her palms, grabbing onto the paneling to pull her up--
Then shorting out and dropping her through the weakened drywall onto a row of bookshelves.]
Fuck!
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The camera continues its distressed beeping, and the jet turbines outside begin to slow, cooling off from any sort of flight speed.
Better hurry.]
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Start looking around. I'll go call for the others.
[Which means hoping this side of the door has a lock that can be easily undone from inside. In which case, he'll go to the top of the stairs and shout down that he's found something. And if not, well, there will be some very colourful swearing as he tries to use his powers to make the lock fail.]
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F-fine. [One stutter first.] I'll tell you if I find anything.
[The horned mutant gathered herself a moment—then set about ransacking the desk, firing off short telekinetic bursts of her vectors to break the locks on the drawers.]
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The desk is solidly built, but its locks give way just as easily.
There's nothing but dust in the drawers, though.]
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[Alex runs back from the top of the stairs, staggering in the doorway for a moment.]
I don't hear the engines anymore. We're out of time.
[He grabs the books from the bookshelves, riffling through them, looking for something, anything.]
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There were voices further down, but these, at least, were familiar.]
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...wait, I hear someone.
[Not a sound, but a bundle of familiar thought patterns. Kaede was too frazzled at the moment to explain that part, though.]
...you go on ahead, I need to find who that is.
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Watch yourself.
[Then he heads down the stairs.]