14062/Commuter Train to Elsewhere Not Here

Commuter Train to Elsewhere Not Here
Date of Scene:	07 February 2023
Location:	New York Subway
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Caleb Dykstra, Megan Gwynn, Shayera Thal, Illyana Rasputina, Victor Creed

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Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Late hours of the afternoon, and it seems like business as usual in New York. The 'rush hour' is coming to an end, though you can still see the occasional mass of people coming down the stairwells into the Subway.

Of the lot that enters the station, two young people quickly step out of the path - a young man in his late teens and a girl that's yet to enter that phase - and head for the ticket machines. "Come on, Sheila", the young man says, smiling. "Dad wants us home as soon as possible, we can't be late." He starts to check the tickets' prices.

'Sheila' pulls out her own wallet, and starts to rummage for some money, and then... stops and frowns.

"Caleb", she says, "you only need to get one ticket." She pulls out a perfectly immaculate ticket. "I had one in my wallet."

Caleb looks at the ticket, and raises an eyebrow. "...You had one?"

Sheila shrugs, "Well, I have one right here. Maybe you bought it before?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn could easily just fly to her destination, or be super lazy and teleport, but as an Xman in training, she really is trying to get more fit and depend less on short cuts. So here she is on the subway, about to catch the train to visit her boyfriend in Happy Harbour. Really, she never could get used to the big crowds after coming from a small town, and she breathes a sigh of relief as she sees rush hour coming to an end.

As she heads for the ticket dispenser, she fishes in her pocket for some spare change..

Shayera Thal has posed:
Look up in the sky! Its Hawk Woman, not to be confused with Hawk Girl. Shayera is running her routine patrol for the Justice League of New York, the winged woman using the updrafts of the building and powerful beats of her wings to hold her alot. As she soars above the sky she gives the Martin Manhunter her situational report.
"This is Shayera it is quiet tonight.
The woman takes a moment to turn a sharp turn that as she nears the Subway, reaching the end of her patrol circuit as she keeps her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of a disturbance.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The quickest way from Point A to B in New York is by portal, wish, astral projection, Speed Force, temporal manipulation or potentially the back of a furious rhino. Basically, the subway is not. Nor is the subway especially scenic short of someone wanting an excuse for beautiful views of graffiti-ridden tunnels, litter-clotted stations or the suspiciously weird dude in the corner who might have a writhing mass of tentacles for a chest.

Illyana steps off of a westbound train puttering its way to wherever, earbuds in and bag slouching off her shoulder. Perfectly ordinary in a sea of regular commuters, right until the point the resident creeper decides she makes an excellent target. He smiles vaguely in her direction, the lure he will later regret setting. A few suits blot her from sight and then the Hell Lord is several steps closer, not that far from where the stairs up to the ticketing area spill out.
    The creeper in his flappy, stained overcoat goes tearing up the stairs a few at a time, scrambling and slipping to get past. He barely makes sense: "My date's a monster from Atlantis, she stared at me like an axolotl parrot, doom comes to the tracks of men." Just your everyday strange situation. Nothing fancy.

Victor Creed has posed:
There is all kinds of strange things going on, to be sure. Victor Creed is used to strange things. But nothing much phases him these days. He doesn't have any fancy powers beyond manual locomotion, and in this case, he wants to preserve his energy for the confrontation he is anticipating at the end of the line.

Sure, he tends to have boundless energy. But sometimes, he also relishes just doing what he does best - staring the bejeezus out of normies. And so, wearing a tall collared trenchcoat, Sabretooth is riding the train, sitting pleasantly by himself at the side, and occcassionally flashing a fanged smile at those that pass by.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb looks at the ticket, and after a few seconds, he reasons. "Maybe when we bought tickets to come here a few hours ago, another ticket came out?"

Sheila grins, "So, we got a free ticket!"

"Keep your voice down, sis!", Caleb exclaims, his voice going to a whisper. He pays and collects a ticket, "Last thing we need is someone asking us questions about 'free trips'."

"Ooops! Sorry..."

The duo walks over to the turnstiles, and they each validate their tickets, one on each row. Caleb validates his ticket, and everything goes okay. He looks at his sister, waiting for her to validate her own - and subconsciously paying attention at that ticket, which he doesn't remember buying at all.

She places it over the reader...

And a green light is lit! It checked out!

Now, something here now happens: just for the faintest moment, there's a magical 'blip!', like a sonar's ping sound.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn follows closely after Caleb and his sister, although she didn't catch their conversation about a free ticket..Which is too bad, since she's pretty short on change right now. Oh well. As she steps onto the platform, she peers about, catching a glimpse of platinum blonde hair in the crowds.

Wait, was that Illyana? Or maybe her imagination is going into overdrive. She groans a bit, hoping that's the case. it's been a long day at work and she's tired. Hot choco would be night right around now..

Victor Creed has posed:
Sniffing at the air, Victor Creed /thinks/ that he smells something familiar. He tilts his head, craning his neck to view around the crowd. He catches a glimpse of platinum blonde hair, but not enough to make a successful ID. He frowns a bit, but then turns his attention back to his current preoccupation - menacing.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Both tickets validated, Caleb proceeds to the subway cart, holding his sister by the hand... And he finds some resistance, now. He looks to find the source of that resistance... Being Sheila, who seems to have gone from the cheerful smile to something gloomy.

"Hey hey... what's the matter?", he asks.

Sheila shakes his head, "I-I don't know... I sudeenly felt like we're being watched..."

The brother's yes flit from place to place, to find nothing suspicious.

"The train... I don't want to go there...", she says.

He looks at the subway, then back to Sheila, and nods. "Well, we can wait and take the n... SAY, WHATTHEFUCK??!"
Hisll of a sudden, a trio of people, regulars just moving towards the carts almost run over Sheila, who breaks contact as she's pushed and dragged inside the subway train. "CALEB!!", she screams.

He rushes in, as the doors start to close... And he's momentarily stuck, and needing to actually force the door to open so he can get inside. But he manages to get himself unstuck, and approaches the trio, his mood not the best one. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, ASSHOLE!!", he shouts. "YOU ALMOST RAN OVER MY KID SISTER!!"

The trio are found to be just talking and laughing, and awkwardly enough, only acknowledge his presence and SHeila's when one is shoved against the opposite wall. "Now say you're sorry, and we put this behind us."

The guys apologize, but it's like they're not barely acknowledging their mistake.

Victor Creed has posed:
The saga of Caleb and his sister and the trio is observed passively by Victor. Although he does lick his lips, as if suspecting that something interesting may evolve out of this. There was still time for there to be some entertainment this evening.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks at the commotion just ahead of her. She frowns, quickening her pace to help the other girl out when she gets squished. Following after the trio, and brother and sister, she peers at the girl. "Hey, are you okay?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The look a big brother on high-alert can give people is surely a terrifying thing, and that horror now faces Megan. "HEY!", he places his hand over one of his sister's shoulders, who is visibly shuddering, now. Then, when he notices that it's just someone trying to help, his expression goes from wild animal to a more resigned expression. "Sorry. People can be downright douchebags."

A light flickers - over Sheila, who shudders.