13189/Riot at Ryker's Island

Riot at Ryker's Island
Date of Scene:	03 November 2022
Location:	Ryker's Island Maximum Security Penitentiary
Synopsis:	The prison riot is mostly foiled, but questions remain. Where did the box of silly tech badguy gadgets come from? Who put Rhino on the job? Who let Dazzler on the X-Men? Something something.... <Deep voice> Welcome, to Jurasic Park.
Cast of Characters:	Jean Grey, Rogue, Natasha Romanoff, Kitty Pryde, Alison Blaire, Hope Summers, Medusa, Cecily Winters

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Jean Grey has posed:
As superheroic calls to action go, this is one of the classics:

It is a fall afternoon like any other in the greater NYC area. After a successful Halloween, people return to their normal routines. In the fall, this means the ubiquitous pumpkin spice lattes and enjoying the foliage as it changes colors. And for inmates of a particular island in the East River, it means... the same routine as any other day, as they while away their sentences at Ryker's Island Maximum Security Penitentiary.

Although the prison is designed to house low to mid-level supercriminals, with facilities for specialized cells and other requirements, legal advocacy has guaranteed that they still enjoy fundamental rights. For all but the most difficult to contain, there's still yard time, with different areas sectioned off, both by gender and level of threat. Among the most 'general population,' this is taken in the large main yard, where a number congregate in their orange jumpsuits (with jackets now!), in the fading glow of golden hour sunlight. From some directions, they can even see the water.

The riot does not start out here, with your stereotypical prison brawl or shiv'ing. Nor with an attempted escape by those who've come to appreciate the privilege of some fresh air. Things start deeper in the prison, when the complex electronic systems that control all the locks suddenly fail. There are redundancies, of course, including immediate distress calls to various associated bureaus and groups for backup.

But it doesn't take long for things to get messy down there, and the chaos begins to spread.

Rogue has posed:
As it so happened, Mighty Woman was out on patrol nearby. Wearing a fancy new costume made of all kinds of fancy materials, the young woman with the bright white hair coming out from the fabric of her black hooded cloak stares down at her phone. It beeps and beeps, showing what is going on around the town, showing off little incidents that are being reported by a variety of means. Social media, and a world of super villains is an interesting place...

Rogue hovers up in the air, about three hundred feet off the ground, her black cloak waving gently around her body, the rest of her form clad in a mixture of black and green, thigh high boots, with straps that go up to black synth-leather shorts, and a black and green top with a low-scooped neckline. On the right short-sleeve of her top is the emblem of that company that was sponsoring her to wear its threads is adorned on a shoulder emblem. "Right. A prison. It was only a matter'a time, I suppose." The Belle says, turning in mid-air to adjust her direction toward Riker's. She leans forward and is off like a bullet out of a gun, her cloak whipping in the wind rushing around her body!

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
She had been over at the prison dealing with the processing of another inmate being brought in and transferred right when the riot had started over. The Black Widow had been on escort duty and on her way out once custody had been taken. Then things suddenly flicker over as energy goes to disrupt.

She quickly snaps into her comm and sends a warning along Avengers and SHIELD frequencies.

<<Breakout at RYker's in progress! Breakout in progress!>> Then she's moving to charge in towards the largest cluster of inmates from her position, racing through the halls towards the deeper areas of the Pit.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
It's a normal day at a small preparatory school in Westchester. Students are out, jumping in piles of leaves, or playing basketball or tennis. A few are helping taken down decorations. A long distance away on the edges of the grounds, the ground retracts and a jet screams out of the underground runway, the door already moving closed before it's fully passed out.

"We'll be over the prison in five minutes," Shadowcat says, keeping the Blackbird below supersonic speeds to avoid causing any sonic booms at the low altitude they are traveling at. The systems show the stealth craft is defeating any radar that is reaching out towards it.

"I'll make a pass over, if you want to fly people down Hope, then find a landing spot and catch up with you guys inside."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison is not actually here, nor on patrol. She's in the studio, sitting on a stool in one of the booths with a guitar resting on her raised right knee and a pair of headphones on so she can hear the track playing from the soundbooth on the otherside of the glass. Like John Williams (only less talented and with more singing), her presence is to provide the score for the combat what will ultimately transpire against a bunch of neer-do-wells what have already been withheld inside the walls of Rykers Island!

"What you think, James? "Sins of the Day" or "Just another lost hope"?" Fingers drumming her guitar absently.

"I've already got most of the accompany for Sins of the Day, might as well finish it."

She nods once and plucks at the strings to start tuning up the guitar. Humming quietly to herself.

Hope Summers has posed:
    Hope Summers is driving around in a van loaded down with various kinds of munitions and explosives, and with the radio tuned to her local dispatch calls, Hope is driving down the road with a stolen license plate and no driver id. She's never been one to concern herself with the small details of life.

    The call for help over the radio is something unique however and one that the young mutant feels she needs to experience in person. Or at least go enjoy. And with the signal indicators Tim may or may not have outfit in the van, Hope learns it's more than an APB, it's damn near broadcast to everyone.

    The smile doesn't last long as Hope exits the highway towards the island, but the van is casually parked in a space that's not too far, but not too close to get it noticed and confiscated, Hope arms herself and dons her favorite tactical cloak, and a brown scrunchie. The pistol is slung at her hip. The short rifle over her back, and the larger one rests on one shoulder all beneath the cloak. With little fanfare, Hope is moving down the road to the island prison. And no. She didn't grab the grenade launcher.

Medusa has posed:
That's the thing about being an alien. Your understanding of human culture is somewhat lacking. And when SHIELD is your primary contact, your information flow is a little limited. So when Natasha sends things out on SHIELD frequencies, Medusa sees the alert. And decides that as part of her attempt to help integrate Attilan, some assistance might be necessary. She calls over "Lockjaw, a moment, please?"

A moment later, she's arriving on Ryker's, teleporting into the yard, before having Lockjaw head home.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Though she's stuck, for the moment, until she can call in some favors. Or Stark's people can fix it. For now, though, she's not staying down. She's still got a job to do. And at the least, her sources at STAR Labs can at least add an air of legitimacy to her claims of, well, being who she is. So when the call comes out, mostly through NYPD channels for her end, she's on a helicopter. "LOWER," she calls out, the four foot fox girl wrapped up in her usual sharp attire looks.. well, frankly ridiculous holding an adult-sized headset up against one ear, the other folded flat against her head.

    Her other hand grips the safety handle as she stares out of the UH-60. "Reinforcements are coming, good," she says with a sigh. She's not going to be doing *too* much on her own. But despite her small stature, she can still carry a gun or three. She's just about as strong as an 'average' adult now, and not quite so 'super'. Of course, the other heroic types she's joining will find a ten year old girl with nine fox tails, more fluff than person, racking capsule shells into a riot shotgun.

Jean Grey has posed:
The prison has numerous administrative buildings outside the secure complex, including open space sufficient for helicopter landings or the like... or a fancy VTOL plane like the Blackbird. Naturally this is all beyond the main wall.

In the large prison yard, signs of what's happening inside arrive slowly, giving a bit of a delay. Guards on the ground and up in the wall towers are on their radios, conferring back with their counterparts inside. The inmates notice, although slowly. Guards are on the radios all the time, but eventually, some are sure to pick up on tension, like a particular gaggle of men all standing together. They're not the most intimidating bunch, and indeed, they're segregated from some of the 'rougher' prisoners. Eggheads. Guys who do their crime with gadgets and suits.

... but it's not only the crime nerds that notice.

"Hey, ain't it time to go back?" a larger-than-usual man asks one of the COs.

"Negative. Just hold where you are, prisoner, until you're directed back inside."

"But we always go in now. And then after that is chow. I don't wanna be late for chow."

"I said-"

"I DON'T WANNA BE LATE FOR CHOW!"

A second later, and a guard is flying, bodily, some distance, a high pitched scream echoing his flight. Suddenly, there's cheers all around, and suddenly, the yard isn't so peaceful. This is what Medusa teleports into, although in the chaos, the prisoners don't immediately identify her as a guard. "Woah, where you come from, good lookin? Can you get us out of here?"

Already inside, Natasha might have a different perspective on things. The person she was escorting was led to one of the specialized cells. All of these have different kinds of equipment, calibrated for different occupants. On her way out, she'd see all kinds of stuff. Radiation shielding. Unusual atmospheres. Magnetic dampening. Enhanced gravity restraints. Etc. A few just have special protocols, like a cell she passes with special instructions in big red letters, not for the inmate but the guards. One advises protective wear for both the hands and eyes. "Do not let the inmate make contact with yourself or other inmates."

Of course, it's these most sensitive systems that are most prone to electronic failure. She's not in the hall when it happens, but back at the command room, yet everyone can hear all the cell doors slam open, releasing... well, all kinds of strange chaos. A half dozen guards take up places near the end of the hall with their stun weapons...

...only to have one of the heavy metal cell doors come charging down the hallway, absorbing their opening volley like a riot shield, before it's thrown into them, destroying the desk and scattering the guards.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is going to snap her hand over on the alarms, even as she's going to charge ou tand over to the outside as she hears the sounds of screams. That would be the prisoners discovering that the energy shields are down. And those in the most dangerous area start to break free. She's moving along to try and support the guards that are bracing behind that heavy door even as seh's going to quickly scan for a name along hte cell block rather than waste breath asking the guards..
    Right as the cell door is thrown full right over her head. She ducks down underneath it, even as she's going to quickly launch a trio of darts from her Widow's Bites. At full power. They're not going to do anything to the likes of Hulk or even Rhino.. But at full power they could hopefully slow whatever was behind the lock before it could fully smash it's way out. And then to deal with it before it could recover.

Medusa has posed:
Medusa looks around, and frowns. "You are prisoners. I am not here to free you." Hair tentacles reach out towards one...another...another. She just encircles them and starts heading towards the nearest door to the interior. "Their guards are clearly lacking in their tracking." She shakes her head, a little disdainfully, as she walks onward.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sweeps in over the prison, having only ever seen it from afar really, not having ever really had any interest in getting close to a prison...

She comes in down over the yard where Medusa has appeared, and sees the prisoners, along with Medusa. This makes her peer her eyes for a second before she touches down on the pavement. Her black cloak whips around her legs as she takes in the situation before her, her gloved hands going to her hips.

"Ya'll just can't even play nice when you're given a nice playground t'occupy yourselves with, huh?" She chides some of the inmates.

"What do we got goin' down here anyhow?" She asks with a sweeping look of green eyes around the grounds.

Hope Summers has posed:
    It takes some time to approach the prison down the lone long bridge. Then it takes time to feel out your borrowed powers, and find one that will actually help you in the situation you find yourself in, and then suddenly it all comes into place. "Oh. That's a good one." Hope says as she looks down at her feet and without much work she's lifting up into the air, and 'scaling' the side of the prison from the outside. Once at the top of a guard post, she lowers herself onto the roof and puts herself onto a knee. Brining the large sighted rifle to bear she peeks through the telescope like lens and finds Rogue, then Medusa and a bunch of criminals.

    Fish in a barrel

    "I suggest you do what the ladies say." Hope says, her voice booming from the top of the tower, speaking loudly like her dad taught her. Full chest. Full diaphram. Full power. Then as punctuation for her threat. The ground next to an inmate's feet splashes up like water, the concrete spraying everywhich way after the bullet lands into it. A moment passes as people try to figure out what that was, then the report of the gun shot rings out, loud and percussive. Holy crap that bullet was MOVING. FAST.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
The Stealth jet touches down, Kitty relying on the landing gear to handle the heavy landing as she's in a hurry. She doesn't bother lowering the ramp, instead just hitting the security measures to keep anyone from getting in who doesn't pass the bio sensors as she runs out through the wall of the plane.

It's a good thing she didn't waste any time on a perfect, gentle landing. The first thing she sees is someone flying through the air. Not under their own power, but in a parabolic arc like something that has been thrown.

"That's a guard!" she says aloud and then takes off running at full sprint in the direction the guard's body is flying, looking back over her shoulder at him trying to gauge where he's going to hit the ground.

It's going to be close. Kitty dives even as he's screaming, near to hitting the ground. She just grabs hold of his leg and is pulled after him as the two of them disappear.

Long seconds pass and then finally Kitty is climbing out of the ground, the guard all over her, arms and legs wrapped around her. An arm is across her face, making it tough for her to see, let alone breath now she's back above ground level.

"You're safe already. Geez, you can let go," she says. When he doesn't, she just phases herself and lets him fall to the ground from a much shorter height than what he was thrown to. "You probably should ask for the rest of the week off," she says as she starts running towards the prison fence.

"What a catch. And Scott doesn't think I can play center field," she says to herself on the way in.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Like the riot, the song starts off kind of slow. Melodic even as Ali begins gently passing her curled fingertips over the strings with a weaving bob of her head to the timing of drums in her headset. With her foot up, the toes take a repitition tap against the air, a physical metronome:

~"I'm twisted up inside."

She strums a few more cords,

~"Twisted up inside, a knot of raging emotions
Kept on strings so thin tonight,
Breaking away..

Breaking away.

We'll break away.
Nothing's going to be alright.

I'm drowning.
Heaven help me cus I'm drowning."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    By the young fox's direction, the helicopter sweeps over the yard where violence is beginning and the assorted other heroines have landed, or otherwise appeared. . "Well we're off to a good start," she hops out when the chopper is still a good six feet above the ground and lands with a mix of grunt and squeak. The helicopter is waved off to stay on circle and standby. There's a shotgun in her small hands, a bandolier of shells that look bright orange across her shoulder, and a courier bag held snug on her back. "I take it we're all here for the same reason?" asks the vixen, sounding very professional for her size and shape.

    "Police bands lit up, I'm here to reinforce the correctional officers and try to re-establish some of the security protocols," she explains, the four inches of fluff that are her ears twitching and swiveling. "I'm a little lacking in *ability* right now but I can take up the rear," she pats the handgun at her hip. Is. Is that the barrel of a grenade launcher sticking out of her backpack? Probably. "Teargas," she would clarify if anyone gave her a look for it.

Jean Grey has posed:
The strength of Medusa's hair is quite formidable, enough to snag up a gaggle of nearby prisoners all at once. They do seem surprised, some struggling as they're hoisted in the air. The big one who threw the guard isn't with them, and in fact, is quickly joined by... a second big guy. They look sort of similar, as if they might be siblings!

They consider Medusa and Rogue, the former holding a dozen-plus men in the air. They look back and forth. Then they turn, running from the pair... to bull rush through the doors leading toward the main building. Breaking IN to the prison? Well, maybe they really like chow.

Meanwhile, it isn't as if the prison guards don't train for this. As Hope ascends the wall, she discovers the guards lining up along it with their own weapons. Someone looks over as she starts shouting directions for them to surrender (isn't that my job?), but... hey, sometimes you don't sweat the details. "What she said!" he booms out a moment later, on a megaphone.

Not surprisingly, words don't stop the riot. When they fail, the guards open ICER rounds and gas grenades, unloading into the crowds below. It's somewhat indiscriminate, however, adding to the chaos, and maybe even putting Medusa and Rogue at risk of friendly fire, although much of it is blown back as the helicopter lands to disgorge more reinforcements, Cecily among them.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the smoke and haze, another strange thing happens: Just like Medusa appeared from nowhere, so does... a box. A crate, really. In the middle of a bunch of less formidable prisoners who look rather like they're ready to surrender. They exchange glances, and one presses an obvious button on the box, causing it to his open.

Below, the Widow's Bites hit dead center in the chest of a very big man. They zot for a moment, then their charge dies. He looks down, then looks back up at Nat, and smiles. "Privyet."

And it's not just him. Others are stepping out of that hallway now, very quickly turning this into a fight she can't win, against all of their worst. A woman on fire. A glowing green man.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just stands there on the prison playground watching Medusa carry those men off in her hair. "Huh." She says at the sight of it. They don't seem to be getting hurt, or murdered by the hair, just carried by it. "You got a strange taste in men, Lady." Rogue calls out to her before the gas and smoke grenades start popping off.

Rogue's hand comes up to shield her face, peering between her black gloved fingers, she narows her green eyes and starts to walk forward, the chopper blades arriving and sending the smoke and gas in other directions.

She does cough a bit though, as she's not invulnerable to gas and smoke... Her white locks framcing her face fly across it in the heavy winds from the helicopter, but her green eyed gaze does see the appearance of that strange box, and she just walks casually toward it, one hand up covering her face, and her hair strewn across it. Her black cloak whips in the wind out to her left side as she just casually strolls through the chaos.

Medusa has posed:
    Oh good. The prisoners have started to be helpfully obedient. But the friendly fire, that's more of a problem. Medusa starts idly tossing prisoners aside, to free up some tendrils, using her hair to *SWOOSH* gas away from her like a giant fan. She sighs in annoyance. "Surrender and lie upon the ground!" She sees Rogue up there, and since she's heading for the box, Medusa alters her course that way, just in case there's trouble in there.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
That was less effective than she had hoped. Natasha Romanoff manages to get a tag over to the prisoner that she has to assume is Rhino to no effect. That does not bode well. She goes to order the guards, "Fall back." They're not going to win in a stand up fight against evne just Rhino, much less the others. She doesn't bother to say lock it down after they disengage. That's only going to slow them for a few seconds, and the guards will do it anywhere. This means a quick fallback even as Natasha goes to fire more of her Widow's Bites over at the eyes of her opponent.
    That's accompanied over by a quick glue dart at each eye. Hoping to have good enough aim to fire the electro-darts right into his eyes, then seal them in place over with the glue bolts. Even if they don't hurt him.. Hopefully they'll at least be able to blind him rather nastily. She's going to use every dirty trick available to her in a fight like this.

Alison Blaire has posed:
alison plays for a few more cords, John over there in the booth is sliding sliders and twisting knobs, as producers do. He gives her a thumbs up and she leans towards the hanging mic,

~"Through all the doors I've thrown away,
All the lives lost, no mistakes
Someone guide me out of this prison

It's a real place, I've been there so many times before

So open up those fingers, peering out like it's a door."

With the music playing on, tracks she laid down earlier, Alison reaches for a glass of water and takes a long drink. Checks her phone, huh, Ryker's island riot. Alert. Ignore, ignore.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde gets to the fence and instead of going through it, she starts going up instead. Climbing up through the air until she climbs through the floor of the guard tower.

She stays phased as she starts to talk to the guard, just in case he has an itchy trigger finger at someone suddenly being there in the tower with him. "I'm a hero, come to help. Give me a situation report, fast," she tells the guard.

He does nearly shoot at her, but the fact she's not attacking him seems to win him over. "Most of the security shut down. The electro fencing, tasers, locks, cameras, mostly all down," he says.

The young woman frowns. "Alright, I'll go try to help them get it back online. Stay safe but try to keep them from getting out," she says. And then drops out of the floor of the tower. Once she's back on the ground, she runs across the yard, just passing through convicts who might be between her and the main buildings. <<Shadowcat here. Heading to the control room to try to help,>> she sends out on comms, before disappearing through a wall into the building.

Hope Summers has posed:
    Watching the chopper come in, and the guards start to actively retreat back into the prison, Hope lifts her rifle from the railing and sets it at rest with the barrel against her shoulder. Looking left and then right, and spotting the senior officer up on the tower, "That it or -" Hope starts to ask when she frowns and moves to put her foot on the rail and then steps off the side into a free fall.

    The rifle is brought to bear, but she doesn't aim it yet, just preparing to and uses a borrowed flight power to keep herself from going SPLAT at the bottom of the fall. Marching towards the area where the helicopter left, and towards Cecily and her group. "That non-lethal?" Hope asks, motioning towards the grenade launcher. "Seems like the best time is the present." Slaughtering the saying.

Jean Grey has posed:
Medusa gets her gaggle under control quickly. As dangerous as any of them may be, without weapons, surrounded by guards, and entangled by hair stronger than steel... they don't have many choices! So at least that group lays down. More are suppressed by the guards, whether hit with those stun weapons or put down with the gas. This is a super-prison, so... it's definitely stronger than tear gas, whatever they have in there.

Rogue approaches the box... to find that the group of nerdish criminals have all quickly started helping themselves to the contents. Apparently someone sent them a Battle Royale-style supply drop, full of all manner of weaponry and gear. Some of them are still half dressed, pulling up their armored pants or affixing an oversized glove, when they notice her. There's probably a bit of an awkward back-and-forth.

Then she gets shot at with all kinds of crap! Electro blasts. Weird arrows and blades. Some kind gold dust. And yes, even some fricken glue. One bursts into the air instead, seemingly happy to just... use the opportunity to run away as quickly as possible. No such thing as honor among thieves, it turns out.

Meanwhile, Kitty is able to move through the prison in a way the others cannot. Beyond the yard, she passes through various facilities for the prisoners, the cafeteria (where Ox & Ox are breaking IN and rallying some of the population that was still inside), showers, a common room with a few TVs, that kind of thing, before reaching the cell blocks themselves. There are multiple layers of redundancy, with the guard post that Natasha is now retreating from being the innermost, quickly overtaken by the most powerful supercriminals. The outtermost is getting swamped by prisoners from the other direction, although the guards there are putting up a defense. But there's a command area in the middle she can reach, where she can find the guards trying to bring systems back online.

Nat manages to blind the big man for a moment, recognizing the slew of Russian curses that follow. Her escape, and some of the guards that make it with her, will bring her back toward Kitty. Although as she goes, she can hear the escapees talking: "We're supposed to find the Doctor and get him out."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff goes to engage in a fighting withdraw along with the guards, firing more bolts from her Widow's darts into the melee. She uses them at the higher charges, given that at best most of the adversaries are only going to be slowed by them. Then she moves to smash down on the way out another trigger. That for the emergency fire suppression systems along the corridor.
    Massive blasts of water, fire retardant foam, and more earsplitting sirens go off in the immediate area as the group withdraws. She's not aware of the presence of Kitty, even as seh's focused on trying to slow down any sort of pursuit with as much discord as possible.
    Free the Doctor? She would glance quickly over at the guards with her as she would comment, "Which one might be the Doctor?" And if the prisoners were already given a target.. That means they let themselves get captured in here for a reason. Or they had someone coordinate with them and pass them along a job offer while they were incarcerated. Neither of which is a good thing. One problem at a time.
    Get to some degree of a position where they can assess, contain,a nd counterattack. Then figure out whom the evacuee is and neutralize the escape attempt. "Probabilities for whom is their target."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue / Mighty Woman approaches the men gearing up at the air drop and she just puts her hands on her hips. She shakes her head side to side then. "Ya dumb fools. YOu're not gonna get outta this. You're just gonna tag more time onta your sentences. Knock this dumb shit off and---"

Some of them open fire on her, with all kinds of weird shit!

Rogue's seventh senses start to tingle at her safety being threatened, so she just shoots up in to the sky out of the range of most of it, though she doesn't stay up there long, coming back down to crash down on to the supply crate, she picks up the lid of it to use it as a shield... not against bullets or knives, but against the weird shit like dust and glue!

Might woman charges with the shield at one of the shooters, and leans to her side to raise one thigh-high booted foot up to kick him in the chest and send him across the yard!

The shield snaps out to bash another one to the side, and Rogue shoots up in to the sky again.

<"We got someone outfittin these wanna be gangsters out here."> Rogue says over open comms to any teams and guards on listen.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde runs through the prison, passing through the cafeteria, ignoring a swing from an inmate whose punch goes right through her. Through the wall and running through a common room without stopping. Through a communal shower where one inmate seems to be ignoring the riot to get in a little extra time under the showerhead, and out the wall on the other side.

Shadowcat backs up through the wall back into the shower room and glances the prisoner up and down. He turns to face her fully in a prideful way. Shoulders back, arms hanging at his sides with no attempt to cover up. "How YOU doin'?" he asks giving her a grin and an up nod.

"Holy crap, what do they call you? The-" Kitty replies, her words cut off as she disappears back through the wall resuming her search for the command center.

She eventually finds it. "Tell me what happened, how the systems went down, what order," she says, pushing a guard out of the way at a monitor and taking a seat at it and beginning to quickly find her way through the system to identify the problems.

Hope Summers has posed:
    Landing on the yard, rifle held low in both hands, trigger finger resting outside of the finger guard, Hope is reading the situation, and feeling off about it." The young girl, takes a deep breath and looks down at her illegally acquired rifle. And the other one on her back, and the pistol at her side. "You ..." Looking to Cecily and then Rogue and past to Medusa. "You all got this? Yeah. GREAT! Tell grandma 'hi' for me!" She says and then with a bend of her knees, she then jumps softly but keeps going up and up and up. Hope then flies over the wall and starts to walk back towards her van, pumping up the guards on her way past them. "Good luck fellahs. I got a hot date." Lying to cops isn't illegal, is it?"

Jean Grey has posed:
One of the guards escaping with Natasha answers her with an exasperated sigh. "Lady, ain't you never been to superprison before? Half of them in here are some kinda Doctor this-or-that. Plus we've got all kinds of Captains, a Wizard- who I ain't never seen do any magic by the way..."

In the command center, they startle a bit at Kitty's appearance, but presumably know to expect some X-Folk from the Blackbird's arrival on the scene, so no one tries to (uselessly) shoot her. After getting their wits, a technician speaks up. "Almost everything at once. I think it was some kind of power disruption. We've got all kinds of safeguards against network attacks... the cells are on their own system for instance, and each block is air-gapped. But we're supposed to be EMP shielded too, so I don't know how..."

A non-technician guard peeps in, "We've probably only got a minute here before the worst from the deep lockup get here. Weapons we have aren't even going to slow them down. You bring back-up with you, lady?"

Meanwhile, Rogue fights a heroic brawl against a very odd collection of villains. The top of the crate gets covered in glue and glitter (which also seems to harden, so it's basically glue and gold glue...), before charging and delivering one of them a kick, sending him flying. In the meantime, she barely dodges some kind of spinning razor thing, leaving only a few nasty slices through her costume!

Still, there's a handful of them, some fighting, others just grabbing what they can and scattering like cockroaches. She gets hit in the side with an electrified punch, probably flattens the guy responsible, gets a big cloud of gold dust thrown at her.

This all feels a little low-rent for Mighty Woman, but a hero gotta hero.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff moves to gather what weapons there are present over, and then she goes to glance over at Kitty at the otherw oman's arrival. "Excellent, reinforcements." She doesn't bother to ask what else is up. The Avengers work with the X-Men on occasion so there's enough knowledge there to not have any issues. Natasha's going around to grab any weapons possible and then consider. Glancing over at the guard that had responded to her calmly,"VEry well then. Show a pattern of those that are moving along ultraviolet. Chart thier paths and note those that have not paused to fight one another, and those that are not going towards the exits at a steady pace." She would go to consider for a moment. "Then if there are security feeds present bring them up."
    She goes to work on trying to find some security camera feeds that were still intact if any to get a sweep of the prisoners that she had just bypassed that had talked about 'the doctor'. Cameras hopefully letting her locate them and track them. Presuming she can, trying to then bring up prisoner lists and cell assignments, seeing if she could narrow down the list of possible targets.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "China Lake," comes Cecily's response to Hope before the woman takes off. "Gas, foam," she explains and then she's back alone. Well, relatively alone. Billowing gas and a skirmish all around her. She sighs and brings the butt of her shotgun to her shoulder. "Just like running with the SWAT team..." she mumbles under her breath then raises her voice. "I need a SQUAD!" she shouts, young voice high and shrill, and a look of consternation appears on her face. She'll not be used to this voice. But she's shouting at the guards around her. "Form a FIRING LINE. Tag the runners, don't get in each others' line of fire and for goddess's sake, don't shoot the FRIENDLIES!" she barks orders. Or, well, 'yips' orders. "And zero the punks with the contraband!" she snarls, aiming for the several trying to play grab-and-go with the box of goodies.

    She has to dig in her heels and brace the gun far more than she would normally before pulling the trigger. Even that jerks her small body, her tails fluffing out wildly as she sends less-than-lethal beanbag slugs towards the scrambling inmates, looking to knock them down with impacts to the chest or barring that, backsides. Shot. Rack. Shot. Rack. She might *look* like a kid but she's still a trained professional that's... at least temporarily doing her best to handle adult-sized ordnance.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue continues to hold that shield up after dropping the man who was gooping it with his gold glitter gun. "Gross!" Rogue shouts at him before that electric punch comes to her side. She's not impervious to electrical attacks, but that one is not quite enough to actually stop her...

She holds the dripping glitter shield off to the side and just turns to face the man who zapped her. "Do it again." She tells him. "Come on." She says, marching toward him as he starts to backstep, with confusion, frantically trying to recharge the weapon.

"Come on, God damnit." Rogue says, continuing to march on him. "Do it again." She repeats. Her right gloved hand goes down to his electrical weapon and grabs his arm holding it by the wrist. She pulls it up and shoves it right up against her faux-leather covered stomach, then forces him to pull the trigger to zap her with it directly. It starts firing off, popping and crackling, as Rogue just stares him down... Glaring hard at him, she lets it work against her covered stomach while he stares at her with eyes filled with fear.

She headbutts him then, right across the bridge of his nose, causing the man's nostrils to gush with pouring hot blood. Rogue rips the weapon from his hand, and looks down at it. She snarls a bit. "Fucker." She mutters, crushing the device in her gloved hand before tossing the pieces off to the side.

"Who else?" Rogue shouts out. "What else do you damn jokers have t'throw at me, huh? Buncha damn shitfaced punks. Ya'll should be embarrassed! Pathetic on the outside, pathetic on the inside!" She says, kicking the crate that had dropped the stuff off for them, shattering it and several of the unused items inside it.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty grumbles quietly. "Would rather it was the computer," she says. "Ok, so which power centers would do the most good to get back online first?" she asks. "There's help outside trying to contain them there, though we didn't have a lot of people ready in the area," she tells them.

Natasha is given a quick nod of her head by the X-man. "I'll try to get back online what I can to help you, then get back up here," she says, then turning to the technician who is pulling out blueprints and showing her where the generators are. "Got it," she says, grabbing the blue prints and then getting her bearings for a second and then taking off at a run straight through the walls, the shortest way there.

Jean Grey has posed:
Being a supercriminal CO is a tough gig. Not just because of the supercriminals, but because you end up getting orders shouted at you by 10 year old looking superweirdos that happen to be on your side. Cecily might not be the most obvious commander, but there's still good chances that officers in here have worked with even stranger folks. Maybe some hesitate, but there's a Captain who catches on. Maybe it's the same one who listened to Hope earlier. "You heard her! Precision, not spray and pray. Focus on the runners! Any one of these who gets out, just think of the mess they can cause!"

Slowly, the chaos on the yard is reigned in. The COs tighten their formations, take more time choosing their targets.

And Rogue... well, holy crap. "...no that's OK," the guy is saying by the time she's hauled him up, before she MAKES him hit her again, and then promptly breaks his nose. By now, it's just Goldylocks left. Rogue's showboating gives him a good opportunity to line up a shot. And that strange restraining material might be pretty useful if he could get enough of it on her. He aims...

...but Cecily gets him first. THUNK. Maybe if he had time to put his full battlesuit on, but alas. He teeters over and falls. Leaving the Egghead brigade defeated or fled. It won't be until after the chaos until they can get a full count on who just might have had a chance to make a break.

Natasha's request for security feeds meets defeat at first. "All that stuff is offline still..." But Kitty to the rescue. Normally, there'd be all kind of hallways full of weirdos to make it through, or tight maintenence spaces to crawl through. But for Kitty, it's a walk like any other. The generator she gets to has breakers that need to be reset, even a fused connection she has to jury rig, but it's middle school science fair level stuff for her. A hairpin, a little adhesive...

"They're up! I see movement down 3B. You were through there before." They can bring up the cameras now. Rows of open cell doors. Most of the criminals, even the most powerful, are more interested in their own escape and have simply fled. Some may be intercepted outside, some may escape. But Rhino and his two glowing friends are moving down the hall with purpose, toward a cell that another display shows is... still occupied. It's unlocked, but the prisoner is inside.

They can pull up the camera directly, showing a man sitting quietly in his cell, hands folded in his lap. No attempt to flee. The camera has the cell ID on the screen: 3B-12 - Dr. Karl Lykos.

Rogue has posed:
After smashing that box to bits, Rogue turns around to see Cecily having taken out the man with the golden gooper. She looks at her, then at him, and then back at her.

"Thanks." The Southern Belle says, standing there in her fancy sponsored costume, the black cloak whipping out behind her in the winds coming across the prison isle.

She draws in a breath, and looks toward the inner prison complex.

"What the hell is even goin' on around here anyway?" She asks anyone within earshot.

Her hood blows off the back of her head in the wind, as she starts to walk toward the inner complex areas, raising up off the ground a few steps later, her left knee coming up in the air before her as she starts to fly again, fists balled up and held out at her sides...

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
With Kitty's ability to cut through all of the disruptions to the system and track things, Natasha has an answer much more quickly. "Good job." She doesn't bother to ask any of the guards to come with her after she's taken some heavy equipment over from the armory in the command center and then is going to head out. "Keep me informed of progress and try to coordinate amongst ourselves."
    She knows very well whom Doctor Lykos is. Namely the transmutated supervillain, Sauron!
    And Natasha is heading out on an intercept course towards Rhino and the other criminals and sticking to the shadows. Whether or not Kitty is coming along with her or coordinating with the others out front that are handling the jailbreak. Natasha has her own priority as she switches to hunter mode. As to how exactly she's going to slow or stop Rhino.. She'll figure it out when she gets there. A large rifle on her back that's slung over that she's taken the time to apply a large adhesive module over to it.. Then, she pauses as she makes her way thorugh, heading towards one of the areas where confiscated equipment was put in. Searching through the locker quickly.. There, paraphenalia taken from Peter Pulaski.
    She moves to take out the adhesives from the storage cabinet, then going to rapidly lock it up again and properly loading it up to the gun. Now she had a plan.
    Even as she would return to her interceptionc course.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
There isn't any word from Shadowcat on the comms. But before along more of the systems start to come back online. Cells that have been escaped already aren't her focus, but the systems that might help keep as many of the inmates contained to the building are. Doors lock and electric flow is returned to some electrified walls and screens. Automated weapons that have hung unmoving elevate their barrels and begin scanning for targets.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Rogue will see Cecily holding a smoking shotgun. Her arms are barely long enough to rack the action but she does, expelling the spent shell with wisps of grey trailing behind it. She doesn't complete the pump, though, and lets the gun fall to her side in one hand, bracing it carefully as she loads in several fresh beanbags. How can such a young person have such a grim, stony expression on her face. Well, mostly, before she has to screw up her expression to blow an errant lock of hair out of her way.

    "Prison break," she answers, "Though I believe that's stating the obvious. As far as what *exactly* is going on..." Cecily shrugs helplessly. "WHatever happened is deeper inside, and once the yard is secure..." she looks around as the chaos outside seems to have subsided. "..I'm heading indoors to see how I can help in there." It's a simple statement as she starts to march towards the nearest entrance with those skinny legs of hers.

    She adjusts the way her shotgun hangs on her strap so she can pull her courier bag around and pull the grenade launcher out of it. In the process, a few things come with it. She pauses, frowning as a bag of crackers and a Capri Sun hit the floor. "...dammit Rave..." she mumbles, gathers up her 'packed lunch' from her 'big sis' and double checks the firing tube.

Jean Grey has posed:
A moment after Kitty's tinkering, they're able to start bringing other systems back up. Including door locks. Cell 12's is one of the few that still even HAS a door, and it clicks locked right as the large man reaches for the handle. Unfortunately, absent whatever they were using to keep him in his cell, he has other options for getting in. Namely the punching variety. THUNK. THUNK.

On the camera, Lykos seems more frightened than anything "Who's out there? Just leave me alone!" Yet even he knows to stand up and back out of the way, as the the hinges creak with metal stress, as the concrete itself fills with a spiderweb of growing cracks.

THUNK. THUNK.

At her full speed, Rogue can arrive quickly. It helps that with all the cameras back up, and full communication, the guards can feed her info. A breached exterior wall offers another route of passage in... or a potential escape route, already in use by other fleeing the main detention.

Inevitably, the heroes arrive about the same time. There's a last heavy THUNK, and the door crashes inward. The huge Russian starts to turn and step into the cell, but he's caught, at first, by a shot from Natasha's 'requisitioned' weapon (which functions in an oddly similar way to whatever that one guy was shooting at Rogue before). He holds up a hand, and it hits him thereabouts, spreading over his arm, starting to harden, but not catching him entirely.

Of course, he has friends with them. Nat readies another shot to get him fused in place, but the burning woman steps forward and holds up a hand, a wave of flame scorching down the hallway, turning the second glob of glue to ash (and threatening much the same for the woman who fired it!

Rhino turns, takes another step, a stride into the cell, reaching for the frightened doctor.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had looked over her shoulder at Cecily. "Well be careful! I'm gonna see if I can't help stop whatever is goin' on inside!" She shouts before she's off, flying toward the smashed up walls that she sees ahead. <"Kitty. Did you bring the Jet here? I hope nobody is sneakin' aboard it. There's some weird tech stuff goin' in in this fight. Some'a them might know how t'fly the damn thing."> Rogue says over comms as she flies at a quickening rate.

The sound of fluttering cloth accompanies her arrival at the source of the loud crashing noises.

"Oh god, not a damn angry boss villain. I didn't feel like gettin' all mad t'day...." She says with a heavy sigh before Rhino crashes his way out. With a shrug of her black clad shoulders, Rogue slaps her hands against her hips, then motions at him.

"Heya. You wanna calm the hell down? You got yourself in here for bein' a prick, ya gotta serve your time t'get out..."

And with that said, she flies toward the smashy man,, intending to scrap with him if it is what he so desires!

Kitty Pryde has posed:
One moment Rhino and Doctor Lykos are there in the cell together. The next a feminine form is diving from out of the wall, black costume with yellow trim and an X on her belt.

Shadowcat grabs hold of Rhino by the shoulders and immediately he begins to fall into the ground. He only falls about as far as his waist before Kitty is letting him go, phasing herself again and continuing on out the other side of the cell and disappearing again.

Having half of one's body phased into a cement floor would kill a normal person. However, Kitty's aware from fights with Juggernaut, Blob, and others, that those of extremely durable builds only find it painful and can break their way free soon enough if they have enough strength to do so.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And as soon as Rhino is down Natasha is moving over in to the area while she had been in hunter mode. The man-mountain is down, and Natasha goes to quickly load up a glue bolt and fires it. Ordinarily Rhino could easily struggle out of it with a few moments effort. But with his arms partially phased into the ground along with much of his body, the glue should anchor him in pretty much completely. Natasha goes to coat his torso along with it and just leaves his head sticking up and out of the ground like a jack in the box.
    Natasha then goes to duck to the side as the blast of flame from the burning woman goes towards her and goes to duck! She's not in a positionw here she can rapidly take the gun up to target her, and the flames from the woman would melt both bullets and Widow's Bites before they could sting her.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "Always," Cecily gives a loose two-fingered salute to Rogue. She's lying. Careful isn't really in the fox's job description. She's about to tag along with Rogue when the prison's systems all come back online. Cameras report and comms start coming in. "Hells... GET ON THAT BREACH!" she.. yips. Yelps? Yaps? Yip yip yap. It's hard being so smol. But she does her best. She can work on helping plug holes while the more fully-powered sorts do the bulk of the interior redesign work.

    And so she's off to work her way to the potential egress point, rallying some extra help to follow her, well, tails. The moment she spies a group of inmates rushing for the hole in the wall, she opens fire with the heavy launcher. It gives her pause, the bulk of it much more than the shotgun. BLOOP! And then... GLOOP?! The canister projectile explodes on impact, not unlike the glue bombs. But this stuff expand. Rapid expansion and hardening foam built to restrain and detain! It won't patch up the wall, but it should create some new art installations here in the prison.

Jean Grey has posed:
As the heroes arrive, one of the big man's meaty fists grabs Lykos by the neck, lifting him up. To carry him off?

Well, a moment later it doesn't matter, as his body loses phase with the material world. He drops into the floor, and loses his grip on the Doctor at the same time. It's true, that even stuck in the concrete, he's not quite done, starting to thrash and struggle, and that it might take a bit more to fully subdue him. Not hard, when he can't move, right?

There are two other concerns, however, in those glowing figures that accompanied him. The flaming woman seems set on dealing with Natasha, and so its the other one that deals with Rogue. His body glows so brightly that you can see his skeleton through it, and one has to wonder if even being near him is safe. He turns and directs some sort of energy ray at Rogue as she makes her flying arrival, though her nimbleness in the air and precognitive senses can keep her on evasive. Maybe she'll get back to him. But in the short term, she speeds past to land a blow on the guy stuck half in the ground, and a haymaker against an unmoving target?

Clunk. Down for the count!

Another blast fires after her, this time, short-range and point blank into the cell. No room to dodge, and it throws her back into a pile of rubble with Lykos as the cell is quickly getting destroyed.

In the meantime, Natasha has to duck into an open cell to avoid being roasted alive, and the woman pursues her. "I'll burn you alive!" Yeah, they get some... bad people, in here.

Also, it was a bit of a lie, about there being two problems. Because there's three. As they find their place in the rubble, Lykos is muttering, holding his hands to his face, gripping his hair. "No, no." Maybe Rhino touched him before he phased. Maybe it was Rogue as they all got blown over. The sign from earlier swings loosely, outside the cell. 'Wear protective wear for both the hands and eyes. Do not let the inmate make contact with yourself or other inmates.' Then it comes loose and hits the ground.

And then he throws up a now beaked, green head, and gives a primal scream.

Cecily and her battalion of guards make their way around to the other breach, meeting up with none other than Ox (& Ox), who are carrying cafeteria trays, as well as a gaggle of other prisoners. They see the formation of guards, but charge the breach! For freedom and chow time! One Ox goes down in the glue, but another Ox barrels down on her!

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha goes to quickly duck and scramble into the cell, the only place that had cover. The Black Widow goes to smile ever so sadistically as the flaming woman goes in to approach her and moves to unsheathe a pair of batons and smiles her creepiest smile. "Thank you."

In close quarters, the flier has forfeited most of her advantage, which is maneuverability. At close range she has very limited room to dodge, and her ability to strike at Natasha relying on her flames to make it impossible to hurt her is forfeited. Never get in the way of your enemy making a mistake.
    Natasha now oges to snap out her charged batons and goes to launch herself at the flaming woman! She's a blur, going for quick and attempted nerve strikes with her weapons. Each strike hopefully being accompanied over by the capicitors of the baton's discharging the energy directly into her form. Natasha moving at high speed to minimize any risk of exposure to the flames, hopefully any glancing hits or strikes being tkane primarily by the reinforced uniform she wore from the Avengers.
    Hopefully quick, rapid blows and high power nerve strikes accompanied by electric shots would drop her opponent hard to the ground, unconscious. And maybe if so the woman's flames would shut off even if power suppressors weren't active.
    Then she hears the shrieking and goes to click her tongue over into her comm <<Status update>> She's in the hallway, and isn't under direct exposure to what is giong on and has no immediate idea.

Rogue has posed:
The knock to the Rhino's dome puts him out cold by the Belle's hand. But as she turns around she sees that glowing man, sees his skeleton inside his body and it makes her sneer in disgust. His attacks are attempted to be dodged. She skirted the first one on the way in, but the follow-up blast hits her hard in this confined space, sending the black and green garbed gal flying in to a wall, and down against a pile of rubble!

Her black hooded cloak flutters in the wind around her as she's crawling on the rubble now, trying to get back up to her feet.

"God. Ugh... What even is that stuff?" She asks in a pained voice, working her way back up to her high booted feet, she puts her hands on her knees for a moment before she pushes her hair out of her face and turns around to look at the glowing skeleton man...

Rogue steps forward then, in the crumbling room, to kick a big damn block of cement right at his face!

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Poor small Cecily has a little bit more trouble racking the action on the grenade launcher. It's a wonder she can even hold it! She doesn't get another 'riot foam' grenade out before she's forced into close quarters with a brick house. "CATCH!" she yips, tossing the launcher to the nearest guard so she can free up her hands and her limited maneuverability. She even slips off her courier bag between repositioning. "Don't touch my snacks!" she warns the Ox, deducing that the lunch trays mean the inmates are hungry! Those are HER snacks in that bag! ...and her spare ammunition supply.

    She snatches up her handgun and fires off rubber bullets at targets of opportunity while 'dancing' with the big oaf. She even tries to put a few into him but it's clear the lummox is made of tougher stuff than that. And then her balance, mass, and fluff get the better of her as she twists and turns and gets snatched up by a big meaty arm. "L-leggo!" the fox squeaks, kicking her legs and trying to smash the butt of her pistol anywhere she can.

    Then she gets a bright idea and... NOMF! The little fox just -CHOMPS- right down on a burly limb and lets her sharp vulpine teeth do the work. ...it doesn't hurt that she pulses as much of her limited foxfire into her other hand as well to light the man on fire. Only takes a good spark to ignite clothes, right?

Jean Grey has posed:
Rogue and Nat each have their mid-bosses to fight. Action scenes!

Rogue throws a big chunk of floor, which is semi effective, shattering apart mid-air as the glowing skeleton guy blasts again. But the individual chunks still have momentum and pepper and batter him, staggering him back. Maybe he's not that physically formiddable, blasting aside. At the same time, Natasha engages close-quarters with the burning woman. The idea that it is precisely -safer- in such proximity may be a dubious one, as the air around her literally burns, but things go both ways. Natasha is definitely the more formidable fighter. She can dodge burning swings and close-range gouts of flame to land one strike with the stun battons, and then another. Shejust may need treatment afterward, just from standing close.

Meanwhile, Lykos battles himself, writhing and shrieking like a monster. Some of the X-Men may have witnessed this before, know what's coming. When the battle is over, he rises to his feet, clothing shredded around him. Now, Doctor Lykos is no more, and Sauron is reborn, in all his green-skinned, pterodactyl-like glory. He snaps at the air, looks around at the chaos of the other two fights...

...and clearly wants no part of it at all. What he sees is freedom, and he makes for the breach that Rogue entered by, thrashing a swipe with his winged arm as he passes her, strong and sharp!

And yes, Ox is bitten. This, maybe, is OK. Getting set on fire? Less so! While big and strong, he's not the brightest bulb, and so his reaction isn't to stop and drop, but to panic, flailing and running around. He does smack himself occasionally, trying to put out the flames, and then b-lines for the river. He doesn't MAKE it there, but at least the guards are nice enough to come over and stamp him out once several more of them shoot him as he flees, while another checks on Cecily. "You OK, miss?" She's earned their respect, or something!

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha's body is burning. It's pain she's used to. She's had far worse. She goes to rapidly strike her opponent again and again, going for quick blows to try and reduce her opponent down to have multiple broken bones over and beat them into unconsciuosness. Then moving to as soon as possible try and knock her out solidly to go in to provide backup to those still out in the melee.

<<Status of the breakout?>> That's sent over along the comms, whether or not there will be anyone to quickly reply to it. And the fight will no doubt be all over by then by the time she gets an update. Presuming she manages to get thew oman down, she's striding out to assess the last of the thretas present, staves glowing with charged up energy.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes a moment to swipe the back of her glove across her dirt smudged face. She exhales a laugh at seeing the radiation man get pummeled by the concrete block she kicked at him. "How do ya like that, Microwave Man?" She asks before she's about to say something else when sauron just runs past her.

"What the hell was that?" The Belle asks, turning to look after him... "Was that a hairless bird?"

She rises up on to her invisible wings once more and flies toward the exit through the smashed through wall. Once outside, the Belle squints her eyes in the light to peer after Sauron.

"Uh, should I do something about that?" She asks the guards that are coming on up on the scene. "Or ya'll need me here instead?"

Cecily Winters has posed:
    The 'cowering inferno' is quite a sight. Eerie blue-purple flames engulf the Ox long enough to, well, get him subdued by the guards. Cecily, of course, is left to tumble to the ground as a tangled mass of dusty fluff. At least it's not been raining or snowing just yet. "Oww..." she groans in the same way a kid skinning their knee would. She's there, sitting up, empty gun in one hand, the other rubbing the side of her head. Between the the pained noises, though, she's also making spitting noises. "Gross gross grosssss..." she grumbles. It seems she's still bouncing around between certain levels of mental maturity and reflexes.

    When the guard comes to check on her, she looks up and nods, slowly hauling herself to her feet. She has to sort of disentangle herself from her tails and adjust the shotgun strap that's attached to a weapon comically oversized for her stature, but, she nods. "Yes, thank you. That was. Interesting," she manages a laugh. "You and your team? No injuries? Casualties?" She smooths out her clothes, dusting off her skirt and adjusting her vest. Every day is dressed to kill day for Cecily, even when she's four feet tall.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison set aside her guitar once they'd finished her track and went through the process of answering some tweets waiting for John to get it mixed. Pacing around the soundbooth, listening to the song play back in all of its mixed glory, she grinned to herself and told Dazzlebunny771

>- The insperation was really very simple. I dated one of T-Swizzles exs, who broke up with me, so we did a duet.

And DazzleDog772

>- While I would love to go to prom with you, I'm not allowed in Kansas City for reasons I can't talk about on the internet. Kidding. I'll give it some thought, thanks hun.

With all the beeping alerts from her teammates and friends fighting badguys at a prison basically getting ignored in favor of talking to her fans. Because she's a real celebrity and that's how this works.

"Alright, Alright, fine.. I've run out of excuses... John, I'm going to go.. I'll be back in two, three hours tops and we'll finish up?" He gives her thumbs up and she claps him on the back on the way out.

She doesn't even bother changing. Rocketing across the city on a burst of energy from her fist like a blonde cruise missile, she lands... or stumbles and almost falls anyways... in the courtyard of Ryker's island, where there's just a bunch of guards and beat up inmates. "Alright, Assholes. Time to get Dazzler...ed..." She peers around. "Wait, is it over? Did I miss all the fighting? Oh man, I was so excited about fighting... well dang. You know? Next time. Next time guys, I'll be here first thing. You'll have to hold me back from being the first one. I'll be so excited and eager. Totally new Dazzler, totally new."

Jean Grey has posed:
One by one, thanks to Kitty, the prison systems are coming back. The guards are rallying, coordinating with Cecily, and there will be reinforcements from every direction in minutes, helicopters and patrol boats out combing the river. There will be tallies to take, when this is done, of prisoners recaptured and those escaped. A few will get away. Realistically, it won't be the first time, or the last, but the situation ends far better than it started, with the chance of a total riot and breakdown averted, let alone the possible slaughter of the guards caught between the rioters. Weighed against that, what's a Killer Shrike or a Saboteur?

Sauron himself flaps majestically into the sunset. It's like the end of that one Jurasic Whatever movie. So majestic. Nature's balance restored...

One of the helicopters gets too close, and with a great shrieking CAW, he smashes the tail rotor, sending it spinning down toward the water.

...OK, maybe not so much.

Regardless, he's flying out toward Throg's Neck and the Long Island Sound, staying over the water, rather than turning back toward any of the more populated areas of the city surrounding the prison. Perhaps Rogue's question will be answered with some attempt to pursue. Or perhaps he'll be a worry for another day.

As it stands? Well, Dazzler's here, so the day is saved.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is right there when Alison arrives, but she's not looking at the Dazzler. Her eyes are up on the sunny evening sky. Her hair is swept back over her shoulders as she watches the flying bird-thing fly off, and clip the blade of that helicopter in the sky. This causes Rogue's mouth to gape open. "That son of a bitch--" And without another word, the Belle is gone, launching in to the air, and even losing her cloak which flows down around Dazzler's legs!

In the chopper, the pilot is shouting in to his microphone. His aviators reflecting the madness going on outside the windows of his out of control vehicle. "Mayday, mayday, lost lateral control, lost the tail! We're on our way down! We're on our way down!"

An alarm sounds on the control board of the interior of the whirlybird, the bird no longer able to properly whirly. A loud buzzing, repetitive noise that is mixed in with the muffled sounds of the pilot's cries of trying to fight the descent, trying to keep the vehicle level with the horizon when it is inevitably going to splash down in the river below. There's a passenger in the back too, who was filming outside of the chopper when it all went haywire, when it all went tits up. He's dropped his camera and is clutching the back of the seat, clutching the door to the side of the vehicle while it plummets out of the sky, the alarm buzzing rapidly all around the passenger compartment.

Both people inside the doomed helicopter are feeling their last moments alive, as the water comes rushing up now toward the nose of the vehicle, the pilot raising his arms up over his face to scream out in to them for his final breath... and boom.

Something slams in to the chopper, sending it not in to the water, but instead right on to the shore beside the river. The vehicle, doesn't explode, it doesn't hit the ground hard enough to burst in to flames. But it does roll end over end, shedding parts and crashing through a number of park benches, even a emptied news and magazine stand. It ends up rolling across a stretch of grassy park, covered in the multi-colored hues of autumnal leaves strewn about the yard. The men inside the vehicle are at a loss of words as they find themselves not dead, but inside a mangled helicopter, entirely alive, and completely at a loss for words as they pant heavily, breathe hard, and search for answers.

Outside the torn apart chopper, Rogue lays on the ground beside it, staring up at the sky. She is in utter dissarray as she just lays there, hair across her face, her fancy costume paid for by a high fallutin shoe company all askew and torn to shreds.

She lays there, beside the ruined air vehicle, on her back, just watching the sky high above as EMS arrive on the edge of the park, and start to rush toward the scene.

Rogue pants, softly, her chest rising and falling as she lays her hands over her stomach. She draws in a deep breath as she licks her dry lips, and then reaches up to pull some of her white locks from her face.

"I don't get paid enough." She says to the blue sky high above.