12936/GTG, We Got Cows

GTG, We Got Cows
Date of Scene:	02 October 2022
Location:	Manasquan Beach, NJ
Synopsis:	Bessie the vampiric cow strikes! The sea casts up a foul curse that reshapes man and beast into one. Mayhem ensues, though no steaks were wasted in the filming of this madcow adventure.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Mary Jane Watson, Detective Chimp, Tabitha Smith, Jemma Simmons

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Jane Foster has posed:
A couple times a year, Manasquan Beach makes the news for one of the great wonders of the natural world. Being a little more than an hour from New York and about the same from Metropolis means crowds have gathered to witness the seas turned bright by lots of luminous particles.

Glow-in-the-dark waves lap the Jersey Shore. Many curious beachcombers, scientists, and tourists congregate on Manasquan Beach to watch the surf turn electric blue and haunting green. Conditions are especially good tonight under clear, dark skies. The thin crescent moon won't rise for hours, leaving the bioluminescent water that much brighter.

Of course, this being Jersey, some unnatural creatures lurk in plain sight. Entrepreneurs sell glowsticks by the trunkload, plenty with a Hallowe'en theme and others featuring blue octopi, green starfish, and white sharks. With Jersey also come stories. Of Jersey devils, mermaids, and Nessie. Law enforcement managing parking and muggings don't put much stock in these tales.

At the south end of the beach, the strand gives way to swampy woods and flats favoured by birds more than people. Of course some idiot will always go out into the mud to watch the light show, though a stream of alarmed, probably drunk guests keep stopping at the lifeguards. Said lifeguards radio in a distressing number of stories from spooked fools about a three-headed cow and gulls with flashing red eyes divebombing them.

Scratches and red marks on their skin /could/ be from gulls or running through a thicket of thornbushes.

"It's coming from the sea! I watched the Secret Lives of Atlantis. I know what evil lurks down there," shrills a man in a t-shirt for Harpoon Willy's, a local dubious eatery schlepping burgers and beer.

His son, pale and shivering, nods so hard he about stumbles. "Them birds were one big bird! They were floating around on the wave and then they came out and started chas.. chas... comin' after me and pa and mom!"

"So where /is/ your mother?"

"I had to run for ma life! Mom would understand, it was a /seagull/ from hell!"
"Atlantis!" his dad corrects him. "We're un'er attack!"

The lifeguard sighs as he radios this dutifully to the police operator, who is really not having it.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson is heading along the beach to enjoy a rare bit of quiet time that she gets off. She's left her shoes over along her back, jogging along and enjoying the sand betwen her toes, even if it's a bit cold that way. She goes to hear the yells over and moves to listen to the yelling lifeguard over and looks amused.

"I think someone might have overindulged a bit. Guess they don't quite enforce the 'no drinking and diving' bit here." Oh well. Not her issue. hte person wasn't out in the water and drowning, so it couldn't be anything else. Mary Jane goes to watch the waves rolling over. And.. It was nice, peaceful.

"And Atlantis is in the Pacific after all." Not the Atlantic. Not that she really knew. "And if they're invading New Jersey then they have to be really desperate." If anything as a New Yorker she should be in favor of them taking over the coastline. It was only going to be beneficial if they did. Well, for the rest of the country, not New Jersey."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp has came out to the gather, he tries to on a regular bases, to make sure no crazies, are trying to use it to summon Cthulhu or something else odd. He has learned a bit from previous years though, and t-shirt that says "I am not a Cryptid, but I will bite you if you bother me."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Turnz out when you're not paying attention to anything but riding and making sure you keep riding. You can sometimes end up a pretty big distance from home on a motorcycle. And her's can definitely get some mileage.

Eventually though she has to stop for gas. This is how she heard of the glowing ocean waters and surf. Even Tabby is curious about that. She might have a few ideas about debunking it. and is probably wrong so once she had gass she headed for the beach. Dressed not for going in the water. Leather hacket in black with yellow at the shoulders and back padding. Zipped up to show off a spiny red leather collar while dark bluejeans grip her lower half with a matching belt, and wirst cuffs under the jacket sleeves. The bootsBoots in lace up knee high wedgeheels on her feet keep her from looking short while her glasses are actually just brass oval wirerims with yellow lenses for glare. Yellow tinted lenses on her nmmose in cateye frames.

The girl otherwise off in her own little world as she dances about with bouncing hips and earbud playing whatever random song Spotify cues up while she doesn't quite notive creatures and maybe for now is just watching the glowy water breaking on the beach. The seagulls may not have chosen her as a target yet. Between songs the faint chhatter about three headed cows gets a grin. "That's right, weed is legal in Jersey too. Lightweights!" she jokes to herself.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
It is not often that Jemma Simmons is out and about on her own. And, certainly not in Jersey, of all places. But, bioluminescence? Naturally occurring and in relatively close proximity? Of course the science nerd is going to come to check it out.

Of course, Jemma didn't count on jackass seagulls. Or, rather, she didn't expect the particular level of jackass-ery that Jersey gulls seem to be at. Of course, it should have been expected. After all, Jemma is in Jersey. Still...the point in there.

The bioluminescence will have to wait. Maybe. For now, the biochemist is happy just notating the phenomenon and taking samples. So many samples.

Jane Foster has posed:
Pa in the t-shirt steps up into the lifeguard's face, being five inches shorter and fifty pounds heavier. "Now you hear right, uh, here, mister! That's my boy being attacked while yer standing here!" His wild attempt to paw the guard's red jacket misses by a country mile and his son hoofs it out of arm's reach.

"At-LAN-tic. Atlantis is in the At-LAN-tic," his son whines. He squints at MJ in the gloom, and straightens himself up. Pretty person alert. "I'd stop the hellgulls from getting you, hot stuff, you can be sure of that."

In the distance, a mewing cry floats above the surf and general laughter. "Hey, look! Bessie came to the beach!" some guy shouts not all that far from Tabitha. Here and there, people turn to snap photos or videos of big, boxy animals hoofing it through the glowing waves. The bioluminescent phenomenon resembles an underwater aurora, millions of tiny sea creatures flashing a blue light special 'round the dairy cows.

A ripple rises ahead of Beefy McBeefface (so says the orange tag on her ear), easily spotted by Jemma and Bobo from their current positions. Bit of a blob, really, with sixteen tails thrashing around the same knot. Beefy lows, dropping its big old head as the water runs around its legs. A wave splashes Beefy, who shuffles into its friend. "Mooooo." Alarmed moo. Then the smell of leathery ketchup and watery sardines starts to rise...

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would go to rub at her temples over. "Uh.. I'm pretty sure that if he's not just running about throwing bread all over or smelling like it that he's not going to be attacked. Just have him wash up and.." Her being talked to by the man's son gets him a tentative smile and then as his speaking would go on an annoyed one. But the redhead keeps her commentary to herself.

The loud tracking yell as her turn her head over in the direction of it. Wait.. Why are there cows running around the beach? And.. Why are the cows rising up from the ocean covered in glowing bio-luminescents? Mary Jane can only stare for a few moments over at what's going on as her brain tries, and fails to comprehend. There's just some sort of mass hallucintaion giong on, that's all. She looks from the cows, then over to.. Detective Chimp in a desperate 'you're seeing this too, right' sort of plea.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp notices a lot of things, it comes with the detective training and talents. He nods his head to MJ, and starts to walk over towards the cows "Hey you gals ok?" He calls out to the cows. He is looking around seeing if there is any bulls, or just the cows, and trying to tell if the blob is a jellyfish or something else once he is closer.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
One of the seaguls finally swoops at Tabby and gets a muttering of swearwords when it's talon leaves a copule scratches in hand and scalp. "Shoo, stupid bird. I haven't hot any fries. Fly off or get fried!" she threatens and looks down at the little streaks of blood on the back of her hand and uses the other to see how bad the scratches in her hair are.

Not that bad compared to the injuries she's had in the past. Just from training ion the danger room. But maybe wanna get it looked at and cleaned later.

The earbuds are put away and she sees what the others see. Bovines emerging from beneath the waves. That there's a chimp nearby isn't the weirder thing. She's met the guy. So she heads over to eventually catch up.

"Soo, hey! Wassup? Like that's..." she points her nicked hand to the cow. "Gonna be the saltiest jerky jersey every produced or am I gonna have to just go straight to barbecueig it? It might save time?" she asks. Deferring to experts in weird is usually a better idea of hers.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Well...that is something new."

What is new? The fact that there is a bovine in the ocean might be one. The fact that there is some sort of unidentified anomaly preceding it is another. The confusion is apparent on the scientist's face and Jemma even takes a few steps back. Perhaps to get a better look, at least...that is what Jemma would tell you.

Though, in actuality, it is because it is just so strange that Jemma needed a few more moments to process what she is seeing. Considering that this is one that has seen seemingly mythical cryptids in the light of day, that is saying something.

Simmons' head tilts and she questions. "Now, where did you come from?" Did she just say that out loud? Sure did. Does Jemma realize she actually said it? Not on your life.

It is a mystery. It is only sensible that Jemma tries to talk it out.

Jane Foster has posed:
Not a bull in sight for the three cows. Three? <<I--I see mooovement in the water. Legs burn. My--our---our legs burn!>> Beefy McBeefface calls back to Bobo, though to everyone else it just sounds like mooing. Beefy staggers, and Mad Coo beside her goes down to her knees. Sort of. They both stagger and rise, an awkward experience stirring up more bioluminescent organisms in the surf. Weird green-blue light flashes. <<Oh.... oh, we must have more. Join us. Joooooin us!>>

They start stagger-thumping over the beach to the tourists nearest them, at a speed of a six-legged cow. Two limbs stick out at odd angles where spotted hides melt together at crazy angles, like the cows themselves have been merged. Because they have.

Tabitha has her own problems as the gull's eyes burn hot as cigarette butts when blood falls. Three wings flap as the bird turns. Its skirling wails in broke-beak voices. Other caw-caw-caw-peeps answer. An avid birdwatcher might identify common gulls and a sandpiper in unison, as the horrendous chimera hellgull swoops over to prey on another diner. Dinner. One and the same.

The sea belches up a huge knot of conjoined fish. Heads peer out of a massive, writhing scaly belly. Fins poke in every direction. Gills flutter, teeth gnash. A crab claw snaps in Jemma's direction as the fishy mass starts to roll through the surf in her direction.

A stampeding multi-cow, weird birds from a Hitchcock novella, and crab-shark-dogs start emerging from the shallows. What began as laughter prompts an all out panic while the lifeguard shouts into the phone, "No! I'm not high, there are cows chasing the swimmers!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson can only stare over in total, total confusion at what is going on. She's a New Yorker, she has a very high weirdness thresshold. Put up even more by Sonja. Both sets of the two in MJ's consciousness can only flat out stare at what's going on. "What in the nine layers of hell!?" One of them can get that bit out over as she looks up and sees the hellgull that has come up from unda the sea to form a carnage'ous cow-station band. It's slaughter above the water! Out of the sea!

IT takes her several more moments to realize that, as the man she presumed was delusional and tripping acid was, in fact, right. She has no weapons over on her or anything of the sort. She can only yell over at the lifeguard, "Get people out of here." Stumbling along the beach. She sees Jemma, and goes to run towards the other girl to try and give her some backup if she needs help moving. She doesn't think the ICERs are quite going to kick it here. "Please tell me you know what's going on and how to stop it."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp looks over to Tabitha , and says "Ok, don't get in the glow, they were a bit out of it but they spoke of it burning and now all, one of us." He will tell her. He frowns and says "I would like to be able to split them back apart, but I don't know if that is possible. "I am going to get a closer look. You take care of the gulls, If ya have to make a few small versions of your bombs, if they have their natural instinct, they should swallow them." He frowns at the thought but is off to launch himself to try to get on the back of the cowthing.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
When the hellgull keeps trying to have a go at her. The sound of weird moos all around. "MOOOOO! Yourself!" she taunts. While she has no real idea what they're saying, she can moo way too similarly to an actual bovine.Hopefully Tabby is insulting the mothers or the grade of beef they'll end up.

Those glowy bird eyes het a grin and Tabby's own eyes flash right back with a glow of blue at her irises as she starts chaneling her own bio-electricity to charge up a stream of plasma to aim and psionically direct a blast at the chimeric monster hybrid birb of doom

Of course while she does that, she sends out a quick little wide band telepathic suggestion to the crowds. <<Now might be a good time to evacuate the beach. There's worse things than bird or cow poo!>> she thinks out before focusing her telepathy to try and force monster cows to maybe surrender and not be evil.

The Hellgull gets no such love thoughb as she tracks a stream of plasma through the air at it like a telekinetically guided flamethrower and shotgun had a baby of pure plasma awesome!

"Imma make a pillow outta you!" she yells. The blonde circling around for better shots, occasioanlly dipping feet in the water as she works. The boots might need some wiork and she'll need try socks from that gas station

She might have eventually forgot Bobo's warning. But she is a pyrokinetic. Burning is not realy a problem for her most of the time.

Eventually she just starts launching those spheroid bombs. A whole bunch of them, positioning them glowy plasma fun around the Hell Gull before she reaches out with an open palm and then closes a fist. "Saw this one in an old anime!" she yells as the bombs close in, using splash damage to try cook the bird like a turkey in November.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Wait...."what the bloody hell?"

A phrase that is certainly more Fitz and less Simmons escapes from Jemma's lips as the aquatic equivalent of a rat king emerges from the brine and, somehow, starts rolling *towards* her. And...Jemma does what any person in her situation would do. Her brown eyes grow wide and she immediately backs away from the mass of scale and shell.

In a hurry.

In her rush to try to find some sort of safe haven, just to get her bearings, Jemma catches Mary Jane. And Mary Jane earns a look of abject confusion. "I am supposed to know what is going on? I am chased from a refugee from Innsmouth and I am supposed to know how to stop whatever this is?" A short laugh escapes Jemma. "You have a lot of faith in my abilities."

It isn't meant as a joke. In truth, there is no shred of sarcasm in that phrase at all. It is just that Jemma has not seen this before. But...it doesn't mean she is not going to try to figure out something.

"I....I need a minute to think..."

Jane Foster has posed:
Three lifeguards abandon their stations, running Baywatch style for the frightened crowd. Unfortunately, the darkness makes picking out people in dark clothes and no glowsticks difficult. For $13 an hour, they bravely face instagramming influencers and pouting toddlers protesting they want to stay. Directing scared, fleeing people and the inevitable idiots who come closer is not easy. Telepathy doesn't solve for dumb, as Tabitha probably knows!

It's even worse when the hellgulls start flapping in a chaotic swarm through the dark. Too many wings and sharp beaks peck and exposed flesh. Feathery bodies slam into Pa in his Harpoon Willy's shirt, and his waving arms start bending at funny angles. The birds keen and shrill as he shrieks, sounding half-bird himself. Wings jutting out from his elbow can't take to the air but he is one with the gulls.

Bessie plods through the water, mooing. Mad-McBeefy stampedes at anyone they can reach, prepared to plow over Bobo for talking too much. The demonic bovine cackle-moo comes out in a gurgle flecked by frothing spittle from the surf. <<One of us! Be one of us!>>

Glowing goo sticks to Tabitha's legs as she's in the water. Then out comes a hopeful jellyfish arm connected to a scuttling crab. Fire erupts and takes down a hellcrow, by benefit of being plasma and not actually just /fire/. Anyone trying to burn a bird with a lighter or a blazing stick of driftwood won't get far.

The fish-crab rolls in a horrific silver ball Jemma-ward, ignoring that it's on the sand. Sort of. Lots of mouths gawp open and closed. Tails flutter in alarm. MJ and Jemma will have to run at a somewhat steady clip to avoid a pincer snapping at them, or being consumed by fishamari damacy.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson moves to quickly get in front of it, trying to make sure it can't get past her to Jemma, "You're better at this sort of thing than I am!" Looking about for Detective Chimp, not able to tell where he is in the chaos and darkness. has he already been steaked and become one of the cow-dead? The explosions going off splatter the area with goo. HEllgull goo apparently do stick like pigeon droppings.

Mary Jane goes to look about for something to hit the crab with, all her having is her shoes which she goes to try and spin around,w hacking at it and trying to flip it over. "I really hope -someone- has an idea here because I think the cows have come home and we're the whiter meat!" More desperate attempting smacks and kicks over to try and keep the lcicking-clacking claws of the crab out of the way and from her and Jemma.

Even the New Yorker that had experience with the city was far, far out of her element when it came to this sort of thing. Where was Jaws when you needed him?

Tabitha Smith has posed:
There's weird shit attached, becoming herb leg? Eww. Tabby tries to get away from anything floating in the water and then turns that plasma on herself to try and burn off anything clinging or trying to meld. The force of the blasts concetrtated in an attenmpt to blast off the JellyCrab fish. It pops from the blast force but being immune to her own powers any woulds leaving holes in her boots and jeans shows some goop covered wounds making her lips.

"So gross!" she yells and tries hobbling out of the water only to be takcled out and thrown hard by Bessie herself, Tabby trying to blast hthe hell cow in vengeances while she yells out and curses. <<I don't wanna be a cow! Again!>> she yells and then eeps when that comes out sounding like moos <<You didn't hear that!>> she moos and probably might have a problem. Better a cow than a cronenbergian seafood monstrosity.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Thinking comes at a bit of an disadvantage. It is not necessarily the easiest thing in the world to think clearly and objectively while avoiding being steamrolled by a giant seafood platter. However....in Jemma's dash, she does catch some sights. Namely, the fusing of avian and human attributes as the demonic seagulls attack the poor father...and that man.

Oh dear lord, that man.

That was enough to stimulate thought. If nothing else, one thought came screaming through. "Don't let the chimeras touch you!"

Chimeras? Of course Jemma had to use the technical term. Even when running.

But....with the fusing comes another thought. Maybe not so much a thought, but of feeling. An instinct, probably established by years of medical knowledge...or perhaps of something more within Jemma. She knows that these fusions should not be possible...but she can almost determine how it may be possible. Maybe...if she suppresses the thought of it not being possible and she studies the probabilities.

And...if she can see how it may be possible...then maybe she can see how to undo it. If only she had time....

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp will try to grab the head that seems to be leading the beast he has climbed atop of. He is strong, stronger than a human, but maybe not a cow, but he tries to stir the cow thing towards the fish thing. If you can use one enemy to take out another, it is aa good thing. He is looking to see if there is any clues on how these things were made.

Jane Foster has posed:
Tabitha's blasts reap the watery horrors springing from Lovecraft's idle daydreams, igniting the jellied body and scorching the carapace of the grab. Steam erupts from the joints like a whistling kettle, and the water steams. How big was that jelly-crab? The mangled body floating to the surface suggests a banquet for nine.

Bessie gurgles in horrible laughter, galloping through the waves after the mutant starts to moo. Splashing more of the bioluminescent soup from fiendish black hooves, she veers from the heroes to go straight into the crowd streaming up the beach for the parking lot. Beaches don't exactly have a choke point but a tonne of prime aged beef is going to knock bodies every which way. Or, worse, make Linda and Chuck a real pair of sole-mates, or those necking teenagers will find their chests don't separate. For the most part, the warnings and actual fiery attacks have convinced the majority to go fast as they can!

MJ's valiant shoe defense has the advantage of large footwear over small appendages, even if there are a lot. Soft fishy spots on her attacker bruise and the monstrous thing rolls around as several piscine minds try to defend themselves. That means more spots for her to hit, and overall madness of the nigiri terror simultaneously wobbling all over. Not very effective for chasing her and Jemma, which gives them room to escape.

Further up the beach, someone has used an '89 Impala to crush a side-slurping octo-crow by reversing over it and pumping classic Michael Jackson from the speakers. A large man hanging out the passenger side window uses a tire iron to limited effect on gulls.

Beefy-Mad Coo, the chimerical nightmare, looks around with wild red eyes -- four of them -- to find a new target. The glowing gunk on her sides heaves. Beefy is absorbing more of Mad Coo from before, so they tower a bit taller...Is this where minotaurs came from?

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
More whacking on the crab has Mary Jane able to just beat it off some. "What the hay is happening here!?" Oh god, did she get infected by something? She can only stare over at the sudden combining of the cows to make some sort of mad-cow, man-cow, hell-cow abomination. She goes to tug Jemma along with her. "I think this is the situation that calls more for chainsaws than surgery!" It's so rare she's out of her element.

She sees the man that's somehow managing to bea tsome kind of a hasty retreat and quickly looks in his direction. "Maybe we can make a qiuck perimeter and.." Wait, where there's a car, there's gas.
    "THen we burn them. It's the only way to be sure. We have to set a blaze in the area and make sure nothing gets beyond it. Then salt it to make sure nothing regrows." Because that fire solves most of life.. Or un-life's.. Calamities and chaos. She goes to look over and tries to identify the man if she can while moving to try and figure where they can get lots of fire on a very short term basis.

She would suggest 'nuke it' but they're already at the point where it's glowing..

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby once had to learn the hard way that buying antique farm equipment meant you should check it out completely and make sure that there were no pesky curses in addition to making sure it works. Especially for things like milking machines.

It was supposed to have been a wedding present for a friend that once lived the farm life. It might have since been de-cursed but somethings leave their mark on a woman. Like cow DNA.

<<You stupid ass cows! ! Gonna make hamburger your asseses>> she starts hoofing after Bessie when the hellow tries to head for solider ground and start messing with others. Tabby might be trying to avoide any other creatures or people turning into creatures. She doesn't know hhow long she has till she's all bovined up. There's creeaks and straining of clothes and that zipper of her jacket. A couple bumps even pushing on her forehead. <<Get that rump back here you dumb steer!>> there's nothing vaguely human about how she sounds now.

When the vamp cow gets too far away. Tabby' clutching her midsection as a flat stomach threates to not be. And what could cause that in a bovine human hybrid? she grows and just turns her head back to trhe beach and just lets rip.

Eye glow, turning brown instead of blue but the glow of power remains as she just angrily lets plasma fly and explode anything coming out of the sea or in the sky. Former people mostly spared while the increasingly cow Tabby takes out the mutated wildlife and works to boil all that bioluminescant goop washing up on the shore.

MOOS and BOOMs from Moo-Boom!

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp uses his feet to stir the Moo-cow, trying to use it to run into other creatures. He hopes he will either damage the ones he is steering towards, or if thy end up merging as he feel they might, he might be able to use the Hydra strategy (creature not the bad guys) Make it so heavy/big it can't move. He does pull a couple evidence bags from his pocker, and using a knife tries scraping some of the goo into two of them without touching it.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Burn them? But that will only..."

The somewhat breathless communication breaks off as Jemma suddenly latches onto an idea. Somehow, she knows that the composition of the fishy living boulder is mostly salmon and crabs. And.....if she can only separate the two, then the entity should fall apart into its base components. But....there was the matter in which to separate.

"I...I know what to do!"

Surely that is music to certain people's ears. Most certainly it is something that Mary Jane wanted to hear. But....just how? That....that is going to seem crazy.

No. It is going to not seem crazy. It is going to be downright mad.

With Mary Jane in between Jemma and the mass of fish and crab, what Jemma has to do is not going to pretty. She suddenly stops running, turning around to face the conflagration of sealife, her hands extending outward towards the mass. It almost looks like Jemma is intending to try to stop the whole thing with her own bare hands. Hopefully Mary Jane runs by her. Hopefully this insane notion works out. But, better yet, maybe this rolling flesh will stop.

It, of course, does not...and Jemma expected that.

And then she actually *jumps* into the piscean mass.

Just need to grab the salmon...and pull the crab from it. Just grab and pull.

And one other thing Jemma forgot to take into calculation. Oh god, the smell...

Jane Foster has posed:
Hellgulls and chimeric crow-rats flock over the receding crowd, but not many people stay by the water. Lifeguards try to hustle them along but nothing really works as effectively as an upright four-legged cow ridden by a chimpanzee in dire danger of becoming steerage.

The birds peck and stab, cartwheeling through the air when punched or bashing into a closed door. Restaurants and cars give cover for the civilians who can reach them, though the stampede is still a danger! MJ needs to elbow her way through to a kitchen or choose the BP gas station to enact her plans. Brightly lit venues like these are easy to spot, but also easy for the deranged chimeric monsters to set upon the unsuspecting.

Bobo's excellent plan to merge McBeefy-Coo with bigger creatures is unpleasant, since its hooves stamp around and crunch other animals come from the deep. Soon it's an Ocowpus with a few barnacly appendages with otter faces on one side. The galumphing path it takes is slowed quite a bit by the unequal absorption, its left side a lot more populated by gnashing teeth and wiggly, hairy bits than the right. Still the cow tosses its head, feeling him but unable to throw him off.

Tabovitha's glowing eyes prompt Bessie to stop her chaotic delights. With sense that most animals don't possess, Bessie hoofs it out of there fast as she can. Plowing a Ford F-150 out of the way with her horned head sends the occupants tumbling in Detroit-made aluminum, shouting -- and quacking -- in protest.

A decidedly beaky complaint comes from a passenger in the truck. "You blocked-headed sirloin! Quack open a drink and--"

Many pounds of scales, fishy flesh, flailing crab legs, and other bits from the katamari sushi-roll that no one ordered threaten to collide with Jemma. It isn't as tall as her, having absorbed whatever animals are around. Flesh flows around the scientist's limbs as it tries to make her one with the sea. Tries to climb her as the Tabitha-cow was shifted, swallowed, rendered something new.

Until she starts hucking pieces of it aside like a common fishwife, leaving flopping, gasping salmon over there. A half-crushed crab that will make a fine meal for someone. Guts and goo stain the woman. MJ was right; cleanse it with fire. Stinky!

Jane Foster has posed:
Bombs bursting in air from the pyrokinetic mutant have largely eradicated birds in a particularly wide circle, leaving clear pathways for retreat. And so the chaos a good deal with but a few targets with eyes bigger than their stomachs. Their many, many stomachs.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would stare over at the congealing mass over of animal, freak-life, more animal, and.. Wait, quacking? No, that bit she has to be imagining. Yeah, just imagining. There's so much going on she's totally mishearing it. She goes to rapidly look around at Jemma, trying to figure out what the girl is doing, then deciding that she likely doesn't want to know. She just needs to give the other girl some cover.

"I'm totally going to be voting we burn here and then nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure." It's New Jersey, no one's going to be able to tell, right?

She's moving to grab out some drifting carcass of -something- she has no idea what it is (or wants to) and moves to try trying to whack at anything that moves that's coming at her, trying to knock it away to give Jemma more room to work. Even as she's looking over to the Hellcow with a flat out stare.

"Quackaroonie." That's the only thing that cmes out of her mouth as she goes to quickly try to just hit things harder and faster.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp will launch himself off the beast once it can not move or barely move. He pockets the bags of goo, planning on giving Jemma one of them after this is over. He will head towards one of the lifeguard stations avoiding the goo, and trying to get a look at the bigger picture. He listens seeing if the creatures are saying anything besides join us one of us and such.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
There's an escaping cow vamp. The blasts last as long as Tabby has the energy and unfortunately that's energy that should have gone into resisting the changes. Clothe rip and out spills what can only be desciped as udders and faint yellow fur lining wherever skin is visible. The front of her jeans ruined from the mass of cow flesh. Horns peek out of blonde hair while glasses fall of her head, The sound of bones cracking and flesh ripping and expanndi g as tabitha drops to all fours, The back sseam of her jeans exploding with a tail flicking out and her behind way too big. Hands clench then fingers mutate into hooves, her boots bursting with similar mutations.

Those big brown eyes, formerly blue lok out pleading forr help while she tries to wave anyone from getting too close. The last blast aimed at the other giant bovine amalgamation. Loud and hefty to try and stop and maybe at least render it unconsious.

But with that the last of the changes to her body seem to settle for now. Mingling past changes with the new ones. The girl's face distending as she can only Moo! <<Help me pleaaaaasee!>> she begs while she's left on all fours with enough human shapoe to look extra thick but also way too close to her new animal side to be considered really anything anthropomorphic.

Bessie gonna have a new problem now. Plasmabreathing mutant biker thief cows.

There's a themsong somewhere.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
It shouldn't have worked.

Really, it was absolutely madness to think that pulling apart the fish ball was going to work...and yet, it did. Jemma is still Jemma. Apart from having that lovely fish market smell about her. Maybe she pulled apart the fish mass faster than it could work its effects upon Jemma. That is a possibility. She isn't spouting gills or anything, so that is a plus.

But...how is Jemma going to deal with hellcows and demonic birds?

That....is the real question. But first....

Is that a human/bovine hybrid?

How would one correct that? Laying on of hands like some wannabe cleric in a D&D campaign?

Well....it worked for the fish ball. Could just at least go over and examine. What is the worse that could happen?

Jane Foster has posed:
The moos of anguish aren't that different from moos of wicked, infernal intent. Or the barbecue-moo that Beefy-Mad Coo gives off when enveloped in super-heated psionic fire. Bobo's lucky he took samples because a large, weighty carcass blending cows, octopi, clams, and otters among other things still burns hot and smelly. Lots of strange connected bones will await under the well-done roast.

One less problem for everyone to worry about, though they still have to deal with a woman covered in fish guts and a chimpanzee running around with evidence bags in two extremes of a dignified fashion. Tabitha's stellar fashion choices have been smote, and MJ is positioned to hear the biker-cow's complaints where once a woman stood. Once.

Bessie high-tails her way through New Jersey, where a vampire headed westbound on I-195 is far from the strangest thing anyone will report to the highway patrol. A truck driven by a duck and a web-slinging pig are just another day's work.

A burning crow-rat goes spiraling like a Junker 88 shot down by another metahuman not afraid to show their powers... or it's just a bunch of Italian kids armed with fireworks. Because it's New Jersey and everything is legal in New Jersey. Just ask Aaron Burr, sir.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson goes to stare over at the huge walking cow-woman, the fleeing vampire cow, and then everything else that's gone on. She goes to stare up at teh biker-cow and goes to take in a breath, "I really, really hoep that this is just some sort of big communal hallucination." Because this is worse in her mind than the angelic invasion of last year

On a logical level, that makes sense and this breaks her brain far, far worse. She goes to try and back up Jemma while staring in the distance at the fleeing Bessie.

Why does she feel that this is going to have a part 2 to it?

Tabitha Smith has posed:
There's not much Tabicow can do for herself right now. She's frightened and skittish, wich for a cow is not always good. The trail of milk beneath her leaving a path to follow but she doesn't go too far. There's more moos but unlke Bessie. Tabby has an edge on getting thrrough the language barrier.

Telepathy.

It still works and there's moos as the former blonde, at least she's still blonde sort of, just all over. <<You guys are all the brig brains right? You can fix this. I like having a human body. I liked sleeping in a bed. I had a perfect ass!>> she maybe kinda frantically moose but at least now everyone can understand this big derpy bovine. she probably will be restored along with anyone else. The lactating though. That was there before her first moo a few months back.

But she'll also need someone to tow her bike. There's a pile of rags with keys and a phone not far from her.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp will head over, and says "Well I know a few people who might be able to help. " He offers and walks closer "Stay calm though. If you let yourself get to scared or angry, it may make it harder to fix." He says and is pulling out a phone to make a call while others try something

Jane Foster has posed:
Being a cow is a special kind of challenge that at least one in their midst -- who hears and understands -- can show empathy for. Detective Chimp is certainly able to use kind words and a straightforward approach until Jemma Simmons can sort out the transformation that afflicts one Tabitha Smith... Tabootha?

Somewhere, Bessie laughs behind her fanged maw and four tummies hunger for blood. Her malevolence this day will last a little longer yet.

Mary Jane is sure to find herself questioned by a few confounded police officers asking about a cow on the beach, and not the three-headed kind. Some explanations and SHIELD finagling become necessary to avoid the arrest of 'that cow' or apprehending the bovine suspect. An impoundment, if one will. Or perhaps penned up in Farmer John's field until the Ag department can roll out and find out why there's a pyrokinetic steering trouble on the beach.

Things will right themselves in New Jersey before dawn.

But the spectre of vampiric amoosements awaits. Next time...