17040/Dazzlin Danger!

Dazzlin Danger!
Date of Scene:	30 January 2024
Location:	Danger Room
Synopsis:	Rogue and Dazzler go to the Danger Room for entertainment. It gives them a group of German terrorists taking hostages in a mall!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Alison Blaire

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Rogue has posed:
Having a bit of down time in the Danger Room often lead to creative designs of how to use the 'hard light' technology that powers this large chamber. The Shi'ar had been generous to even update the Danger Room recently, making it even more user friendly. Rogue was taking advantage of this. She wasn't one to play video games, but she didn't mind using the Danger Room to keep her skills honed, and reaction times primed.

Case in point, there is a recreation of the Lost Pond Mall out of Salem Center open right now, and Rogue is located within its Food Court, where a hostage situation is taking place. A number of armed men have stormed the Food Court to capture people, and demand money from the authorities who are lined up outside the building, in the parking lot, their blue and red lights running atop their police vehicles.

Inside, Rogue is watching the armed men hold the civilians at gun point, as they talk on a loud-speaker to the cops outside.

"We're not going anywhere, until we get our money, and our transport vehicle to the airport!" The man on the 'horn' shouts through it through one of the open doorways to the lot outside.

Rogue raises a milkshake up to her lips, sucking on the straw as she watches from a area not yet seen by the gunmen.

She's dressed in her green and gold bodysuit, clung to her fit form with its splendid craftsmanship. One hand is in the side pocket of her leather jacket, the other holding the milkshake that she'd gotten from a vendor before the 'scene started'.

Slurp. Stare.

Alison Blaire has posed:
A chance to go to the mall? Alison is there! One hundred percent! To go to the mall with Rogue, everyone's favorite southern belle? Two hundred percent!

The mall is make believe and populated by a respectable number of virtual 'people' being held at gunpoint? Alison's a little torn on that. It just reminds her that malls are a dwindling breed.

For her part Alison's dressed in high heeled sandals with criss-crossing straps that climb tight, fit calves, and a pair of denim shorts that are not cutoffs, they are tailored to be short, not jeans sacrificed to the purpose of showing off those long legs and full hips. She's got on a cropped faded t-shirt from her own first album's marketing, and a bolero-style black leather jacket with the collar turned up. Her face is a stoic, if beautiful mask with her eyes hidden by a pair of mirrored sunglasses.

She glances sidelong at Rogue with a wry little grin and sighs out, "You think they'd like... give up right away, huh? I mean, how many two-toned haired knockouts wear green and gold? Y'wanna hit 'em with a dumptruck?"

Alison means that literally. She does not mean her butt.

She frowns just a little and her eyes sweep around the scene, working out angles, probabilities, mind running through scenarios and contingencies and-

"How does Cyclops do this? My head's killing me. Don't we have like... a precognitive? Can't we just ask one of them what to do?" She groans and mumbles and sighs, "I mean... no no... can't just use the sound of their gunshots, bullets are supersonic so they're going to get where they're going /before/ I get the sound to hit 'em with the ol' Razzle Dazzle..." That stoic mask is slipping, Dazzler frowning more genuinely.

God, this is actually /harder/ than scheduling a concert tour.

Rogue has posed:
When Rogue and Dazzler had entered the Danger Room moments ago, the Belle had simply asked the room 'Entertain us,' and this is what it came up with. Rogue had grabbed the milkshake from the food stall's counter, and here they were. The Mississippi Magnolia has a smirk crossing her lips at the words from her snazzy dressed counterpart, and shoots her a glance. "If I learned anythin' from this room, it's nevah underestimate its ability to throw a curve ball at ya.

Rogue lets her green eyed gaze go around their immediate area, and another smirk shows on her lips as she nods behind them, over her shoulder. "Music World." She says, looking once more to the sunglass wearing blonde to her left. "Ya need me to fire up a electric guitar? Shred like an era in music where this Mall belongs?" She asks, joking, mostly!

"Give us our demands, or we're gonna start offin' people!" The masked man is shouting out the food court's doorway, his handheld megaphone projecting his voice quite loudly too. The other five members of his team, each dressed in black combat fatigues, threaten the group of mall goers that are pushed up against one of the lines of restaurant stalls, eliciting a series of gasps, squeals, and cries of fear!

"Well, if I was at this alone. I'd just charge in, an' see what happens..." Rogue admits, taking another pull from her shake. "What would you suggest? You wanna dazzle'em, give me time to steal their guns, or their hearts?" She asks, smiling toward Alison.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison sighs out and mutters, "I swear to god if the big smart alien computer sends a wave of my exes at me, you're gonna have to buy a new one..." Lips press into an even more scowly scowl and her right hand lifts to nudge the nosepiece of those mirrored shades back up to secure them properly in place. For battle.

For MORTAL COMBAAAAAT!

She grins and lifts her eyebrows high, peeking up above the frames of her shades, "Awww, would you do that for me? I mean, you could totally hit one of these guys with the guitar too. Like smashing up a hotel room on tour but COOLER. Also, you know, in pursuit of justice or whatever?"

And then the ring leader's shouting again and Alison sighs and makes a show of slowly cracking her knuckles, twisting her head side to side, an entire little stretching routine to limber up as she snorts and snickers. "Hey! If this thing's got the kind of programming to account for you /stealing their hearts/..."

She pauses for a long moment, "Wait, like charming them, you sultry southern vixen? Or like..." She grimaces and makes a show of punching her right fist through a circle of her left hand's fingers and then making a dramatic gripping and tugging motion, "I mean... that's a little /metal/, not so... pop star image friendly, right? I mean, we could just strut up to them and hit 'em with our good looks. And your fists. And my lights. I mean... I don't know about you but I've uhh... kind of forgotten most of Betsy's stealth training?"

Rogue has posed:
"Oh, I'm not gonna rip their hearts out literally." Rogue responds with a little snort-laugh at the suggestion of it. "I suppose I could, but I think all of it is recorded and sent to the Professa's smart phone for review. He'd probably have me come in for a lecturin' if I started literally punchin' out hearts." She is saying mere moments before someone shouts at them.

"Hey! You two bimbos!" One of the masked men shouts in a German accented voice. He levels his gun at them, followed by another of the five hostage takers. "You get over here!" He shouts from across the seating area of the food court.

"Looks like we've been found out. I'm not sure about the bimbo part though..." Rogue says, showing a slight frown. She glances at Dazzler. "What if one'a these guys IS one of your ex's?" She asks, showing her a smirk. "Come on. Lets surender to them, before they shoot us!"

Rogue's hands go up, one still holding the shake, both gloved in sun-hued yellow gloves. She starts to walk toward them, taking a short cut through the white tables and multi-colored metal chairs where the fine dining usually takes place in here. In reality, the Lost Pond Mall is one of the few standing, and operating, malls in this part of the state. It still manages to draw in customers, due to a variety of reasons, and there would likely be even more people in it in reality than there are in this simulation right now.

"Hurry it up!" The man with the gun shouts at Rogue and Alison, pulling on the primer to charge his weapon just incase they try anything!

"We're comin', cool your jets!" Rogue calls out to him as she steps around one of the tables, a glance sent back to Dazzler, a smirk added before she prances on ahead toward the man with the automatic weapon leveled right at her, his masked face looking her over as she gets closer. "Get over here!" He shouts, pointing with his gun toward the other captives that are huddled in groups on the floor beside the food vendors, all of them quivering and whimpering in fear yet still!

"Five minutes!" The bullhorn man shouts out the singular open door to the east, warning those in the parking lot that they're running out of time.

A responsive voice outside, the Police, can barely be heard over their own loud speaker at the line of squad cars outside.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison stumbles. She actually really nearly /trips/. "Wait, all of this is what and WHAT?!"

But any momentary panic about the Danger Room sessions all being recorded is interrupted by gruff voice and... what? Did he just?! Oh, that sonofa-

"HEY! SHE IS A NICE LADY AND ISN'T A BIMBO, YOU CHODE!"

Alison stalks forward, knuckles cracking once more, brow furrowed in genuine anger. How /dare/ this holographic loser call her dear friend Anna a bimbo!

All not-actually-imposing mass that composes Alison stalks forward, hands balled into fists at her hips... really, it's the heel of her sandals that gives her angry striding an entirely too wide sway of her hips to undercut the claim she might be a bimbo. She's practically walking the catwalk, even if she's planning to punch this Hans Gruber motherf***er in the face.

Alison's eyes roll again as she actually obeys and walks over towards the captives... even if she tilts her head down so Rogue can see her eyes giving a little glow in the wake of that last megahorn burst from outside.

"So whattayasay, Cowboy Adventure Barbie? I bet if we lock these guys up they'll give us the... what was her car called again? The Dream mobile? Dream car? I mean, I think a late 80s convertible is going to look pretty dated and you already have a /bitchin'/ car... but... I mean, you could have two cars?"

She glances over her shoulder at the German accented gunman, "Do you wanna go give up? I mean, I bet everyone in prison's gonna be super impressed that an entire SWAT team took you guys down. If you don't go with them, like... 'We got beat up by angry bimbos' is /not/ going to get you on the top of the pecking order in gen pop... I've watched Prison Break, dude. I almost /guest starred/ on it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue seems much less put-out by the insult from the gunman, but it could be the fact that as 'Mighty Woman' she has faced scenarios similar to this, let alone others less similar where the insults were much worse, and more real! All the same, though, Rogue steps over to where the gunman had pointed her toward, and she now points at the same general spot on the floor. "Here?" She asks, coyly, toward the German in the mask. He sighs in an exasperated fashion before he mutters something in German. His visible eyes go to look the approaching Dazzler over then, her little hip sway seeming to mezmerize him - along with the two other of the five captors who are watching the approach of the two new captives. "You American women..." The German says with a snearing tone. "I do not know what is worse in your country. The Inflation, or the Hoflation."

Uh oh.

He motions with his gun toward Rogue. "Get over there with your skunk friend."

This comment from the Sim Captor, has Rogue frowning openly then. "Why'd ya have to go and say that?" She asks with a dejected tone to her voice, as she is now the one sighing. Her shake cup is set down on one of the counters, as she yanks her gloves off one by one. "I hate it when people call me that..." She grumbles under her breath, as her gloves are stuffed in to the right side pocket of her bomber jacket.

The German gunman approaches her, geting right up on her business on her right, staring nose to nose with the shorter Belle now.

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh, Daisy Duke?" He tensely taunts her...

Rogue smiles sweetly at him. "I'm gonna follow the scary gunman's orders, of course." She says back in a sultry sort of way, which earns a grin from the German. He nods twice, and looks to Alison again. "The redneck one is more pleasing than you, Blondey!" He says with a laugh. "Now sit down and shutup!" He orders, walking past Alison with a snear from behind his mask for her.

"Two minutes!" The bullhorned gunman shouts from his spot beside the doors. "We're gonna start blasting brains out if you don't get us our money!" He taunts the cops outside, causing some of the captives to begin whimpering in fear once more.

Rogue sighs softly as she leans back against the counter, her hands exposed and flexing fingers. She eyes Alison, and twinkles her a little smile.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison narrows her eyes behind her glasses and hisses out a sharp breath at that hoflation comment, "Oh my god, I think he just said we're FAT!"

This is a point of personal hurt for Alison because she pays her personal trainers and dieticians a LOT OF MONEY to ensure such baseless, patently ridiculous accusations never even enter people's minds! Which, really, could be proof that the Shiar tech doesn't fully mimic human thought processes. Except that Alison's not thinking of this guy as a hologram being simulated, he's just a dickbag!

Alison frowns even more deeply at the skunk remark, "Hey! Skunks are /black/ and my friend's really got more of like an auburn to brunette thing going on and that streak makes her /distinguished/ and- ...hey! You can't compliment her! She's my friend! How'm I supposed to do the witty disagreeing banter when I agree that she's just sweet as sugar?!"

Once more Alison's back on her scowls and slumps down, eyes closing, fingers flexing... and that next bullhorn message seems a little fainter, like /something/ sucked the noise right out of the air as the scared murmurs of the hostages and the sounds of them squirming and wiggling even fade out.

She glances sidelong at her best friend again and grins downright coquettishly, "Okay, should we give 'em the Razzle Dazzle now? You wanna be the Dazzle or the Razzle this time?"

Does that even mean anything? Maybe. Maybe not. Alsion has FULL CONFIDENCE that Rogue can figure it out... which is to say, that Rogue can make some shit up and they'll just kinda go with it.

"I think you oughta give him a hand, friend! Since he /likes/ you so much!"

Rogue has posed:
"I do not like these two." One of the other Gunmen states, having been just standing off to the side, eyeing Rogue and Allison. "They are funny, like undercover Cops." He says, his own accent flavored in German too, but a little better with English than the one who shouted them over. "We should isolate them." He further suggests. "Put them in one of the restaurant store rooms, deal with them later if we don't get out of here soon."

"I like the sound'a that, " Rogue says, motioning toward one of the doorways in to the food prep area. "Should we just go through here?" She asks, before she reaches out to motion toward the man making that suggestion. "Come an' show us where it is?" She says with a flirty undertone to her voice. He hesitates a moment, before he starts to walk toward the doorway, moving past Rogue on his way. He's all covered up, save for his hands on his guns, and this is where Rogue grabs him.

"One second, I'm feelin' a bit light headed..." She states with a dramatic edge now touching her husky voice, and her opposite hand going up to press the back of her hand to her brow. "I feel dizzy..." Rogue applies more theatrics, as the man whose hand she grasps hold of, suddenly drops like a bag of bricks to the ground!

Two more of the guards come rushing over to check on their fallen friend, as some of the captives shout in renewed fear at the display of something unexpected unfolding.

As the two new men rush toward Rogue, and their dropped comrade, Rogue quickly leans over to grab them both, and toss them out in to the tables area, sending them flying over tables and chairs alike!

The remaining two men, turn rapidly toward the Belle and Alison, and begin to level their guns, preparing to fire.

"I'm always the Razzle, Baby. You're the Dazzle." The Magnolia answers, with a sharp exhale chasing her words.

Over by the door, the man with the bullhorn turns around to see what is happening. He shouts in anger, drawing his rifle up as well, as the captives all begin to shout in terror!

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison heaves out a sigh and glances over to ROgue again, "Oh, great, y'hear that? They don't like our 'decadent American ways'." She puts on the /most/ terribly stereotypical Russian accent for it, even though the gunmen all have German accents.

She sighs out and mutters, "Oh my god, we're totally going to have a chance to see the secret ingredients for the..." She trails off for a moment, "Goddamnit it, it's a food court, there's nothing here with secret ingredients!" She rolls her eyes and half-heartedly grumbles, "This is /not/ what I think of when I think 'VIP Treatment'. Or... wait, are you gonna search us for our badges? Wow! That's some enterprising criminality! That's like, some goddamn HBO level stuff!"

When Rogue strikes, Alison's powers are unleashed, the clatter and thud of unconscious gunman falling to the ground, and his companions rushing forward towards the /real/ knockout of this duo, Alison spins to face the last two gunmen.

She'd totally like to do a prolonged staredown like it's a classic western quickdraw, but them varmints have assault rifles and they're locked and loaded, so her hands are already moving, hitting them with the ol' double deuce.

Because nothing hits harder than a shining beam of photons hitting like a dumptruck than two beams of photons hitting like a dumptruck fired from two intently displayed middle fingers.

"Care bear stare, bitches! Welcome to the 80s!"

Not that Alison's giving them much more thought once she sees their heads snapping back from those energy blasts, sprinting forward to clear the hostages so she's between them and the last gunman, before another searing beam of light shoots forth to blind and dazzle him. "Wait wait! Shit! /That's/ the Care Bear Stare!"

Rogue has posed:
While the Dazzler does what she does best, Rogue is gathering up a rifle in her bare hands, only to snap it in half, and glance down at the pieces before she stuffs them in to one of the trash bins beside one of the dining tables. She walks toward Alison, watching the two gunmen get dropped to the ground by her blast of energy and light.

"I see why ya wear the shades." Rogue says, shielding her own eyes with one hand from the blast that leaves the two men on the ground, rolling and moaning from the pain.

"Radiation! That bitch just hit us with radiation! I don't wanna die like some kind of Chernobyl dog!" One of the men, the one who'd had the bullhorn, cries out as he clutches his eyes. "I can't see! I can't see! I'm blind!" The other German is equally shouting in dismay at whatever the blonde just did to them.

Rogue comes to stand beside Dazzler, smirking at the results of her blast. "Nice. I liked the middle finger part most." She comments in her sassy southern style.

"Ya'll good, get out to your Coppers. They'll help ya." Rogue says to the fifteen hostages who are all now staring in disbelief at what the two women just accomplished with such impressive ease.

As they start to rise up, and move out, some rushing faster than others, Rogue looks around at the aftermath. "I gotta say, this was a bit easier than I expected..." She notes, before looking skyward for some reason.

"What Danger setting is this on?" Rogue asks the room, with a robotic voice chiming back in an ethereal godly fashion. "Easy. You requested 'Entertainment' and not 'Challenging."

Rogue huffs out a heavy sigh, shaking her head, she looks toward Alison. "I'm terrible at operatin' this thing." She tells her friend with a smirk. "Wanna go check out Music World?" She inquires, as she heads back over to where she'd set her milk shake down, to gather it back up, along with a couple napkins from a metal dispenser.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison heaves out a sigh and grabs up a plastic tray from the food court utensil stand only to smack it down on the panicking gunman, "Oh shut up, it wasn't radiation! It's just light you big nerd. I'm like... mostly sure it's /just/ light!"

Once Rogue's up next to her Alison grins impishly and leans in against the southern belle, humming out, "Yeah, I mean, it woulda gone even better if we /had/ gotten a guitar from the music store. You coulda done a sick guitar riff. And look at you, getting 'em all swoony and disarmed so you could knock 'em out! You're /dangerous/."

Once the computer chirps out that they were on easy mode, she frowns thoughtfully. "I mean... that makes... sense. It /was/ easy. I just thought it was because we're so goddamn awesome." She sighs out softly and pouts half-heartedly, before she nods swiftly, "Sure! I mean, it's like... actually a stocked retail outlet, if we tried to go there outside the Danger Room it'd either be an empty storefront or like... some discount tax processing place." She sighs and steps in pace with Rogue and then blinks slowly.

"Wait... how the hell does that milkshake work? Like... are you just pretending to drink it? Does hard light TASTE like stuff?!"

Rogue has posed:
With a bit of laughter, and a casual stride, Rogue leads on toward the Music World store. "Ya see, the Hard Light actually creates the nutrients and puts them in to the food. Scott explained it to me once." She states, while stepping over one of the men.

Police begin to rush inside, half helping the hostages, the other half fanning out to search for the criminals who tried to barter for money!

"I say after this, we spring up the beach program, and I'll tell ya how you can get an actual suntan in here, vitamin-D and everything!" The Southern Belle says as the two women move on toward the retail store.

"Oh, activate 80s Era." Rogue says up toward the skylight above, and within moments the store begins to shift back in time toward another historic era where suddenly the population of the mall grows dense, and the hairstyles grow much more poofy!