1734/An Old Dawn Rises.

An Old Dawn Rises.
Date of Scene:	19 May 2020
Location:	Hammer Bay
Synopsis:	Mystique brings Joan to Genosha for rebuilding..
Cast of Characters:	Raven Darkholme, Joan Wright, Lorna Dane

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Raven Darkholme has posed:
    A tall man steps through the portal into Hammer Bay, a cell phone sliding from his ear to be pressed with a thumb smoothly, ending the call without a farewell and the man looks over his shoulder. "I understand this is just an estimate, but I have lobbyists fighting me on both sides of the issue, and my constituents are rather apathetic one way or another to the plight of a civilization on the other side of the planet. Thus I'm requesting you Joan." The senator says as his whispy hair catches the breeze of the open air in the bay city ruins.

    "I'm requesting you to for an estimate." Senator Carlisle says with a winning grin, curing his arm with an open hand towards Joan inviting her to step across the world through a small hole and a motoin towards the should be soon arriving Lorna to begin introductions.

Joan Wright has posed:
Despite the genetic background, Joan is not used to... portals so the entrance is not that immediate as she looks through cautiously first before stepping through. "Ee-"

She stands on one foot on the other side, hands spread out for balance, although one clings on to a notepad while the other clings on to a pen. She gives a cautious look before assessing that she is on solid ground and sets the foot down. Well, hopefully her actualy work is a bit more graceful.

"-oh!" She straightens up, looking to the Senator apologetically, "I'm sorry. I've never gone through a portal before. Usually we take flights out."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna had been trying to dig up 'proof' of anti-mutant tech from the wreckage of the Magistrate's ships all day, as she had promised Pietro. Though her brother had conceded that she was right in the end, and had found it was hard to stay mad at his younger sister when she'd explained very carefully, her reasons for what she had done.

Still, it had been hard to find anything beyond scrap metal without having mutants that could breathe underwater. Something that had existed pre-Genosha genocide, but no longer was an easy option. So the young Queen came from the beach, sweaty and with her green hair pulled back into a too short ponytail. She wore a simple pair of cargo shorts, and a black tank-top. The only true effort she had made in her appearance was throwing on a loose fitting silky cardigan. The material was gauzy, and embroidered heavily with gold and silver stitches along the hem and sleeves.

She approached, a few questioning glances spared her way from other refugees, but none stopped her either as she made her way over toward the portal and its two travelers.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "Lorna, this is Joan, a contractor for Damage Control." The Senator says in greeting, his politician's smile winning as ever as he clasps his hands before himself and looks back to Joan. "This, is the Queen of Genosha, Lorna." Carlisle says with a soft kindly smile once more. "I believe she can help us, in no small part in restoring the greatness of Hammer Bay, and Genosha as a whole. With the American people and possibly NATO nations as whole contributing to the efforts of restoration of this potentially prosperous and great land."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan looks over towards Lorna and, quite possibly in the least diplomatic manner possible gives a wide smile of greeting as she clutches her notepad and pen to her chest before giving Lorna one of the least practiced nod of greeting possible. Diplomat. She is not.

"Well, today will be more seeing what there is to work with and making notes on things that would be needed. I wouldn't be able to present the estimate today as I would have to share my notes with my colleages an-" She pauses, "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. I haven't met a queen before."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips together briefly, and considered 'the Senator' briefly but nodded in greeting; polite to the letter. She glanced toward Joan, and lofted a green eyebrow upward. "Well what you see here is one of two cities. We have started with Hammer Bay because it is the capital city. The refugee camp is this way," She gestured with a wave of her hand.

As Joan spoke having met her first Queen, the green haired mutant smiled and laughed softly. "I grew up in the middle of nowhere USA, and I was raised by a substitute teacher. So not to worry, I'm very lax on most formal rules."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "Miss Dane, I do believe Joan would be better suited at Ground Zero. She's more suited for dealing with the damage than the survivors. Not to sound calous or harsh, but I think she might have something worth showing you. If she's comfortable that is?" Carlisle says with a blue ribbon grin as he tries to usher both women towards the construction areas.

Joan Wright has posed:
At the mention of being raised by a teacher, Joan's expression lights up again. "Me too! Well, not the nowhere part but my dad is a history professor. So I know the daughter of a teacher thing too well."

Her head turns as the Senator brings up Ground Zero and having something to show. "I d- Oh yes." She nods, "I might. If conditions are safe enough to do so. But I'd need to have a look and room to work."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips together briefly and waved a hand around her. "The whole city is ground zero. The Sentinels hit all over the island within a matter of an hour or two." She exhaled a breath. "The area immediately around us has has the most work done. But," She nodded to the shadows of rubble that surrounded the area. "A five minute walk beyond takes you to the rest of the city's remains. The remains of the Palace are nothing but slag. A glassy like surface. Nothing remains of the original building or the people that had been in it. We've had a few of these areas crop up all over the island. And people reported having seen some kind of a green energy beam or laser. We're not sure." She hadn't seen it herself. She'd been in the thick of things, in the center of the city and had been talking to the Council.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
"The whole island seemed to be their target. It was ... not good." Carlisle says as he reaches down into his pocket as his phone begins to singsong alert. "Sorry ladies, I must take this." He says, lifting the phone to his ear and wandering off with that politician's perfect cadence ringing in his delivery as he slowly wanders away.

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan nods slowly, smile fading as she looks to the rubble. "Nothing but slag..." She looks to Lorna, "So, the stone is all melted?!" She shakes her head frowning, "I can't do anything for stuff that's burned away, or people but..."

She purses her lips, giving a shrug, "Well, let's see what we got to work with, shall we? Maybe there's more to it than we thought."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna inclined her head, and made to turn and lead Joan to the still untouched part of the city; which was the vast majority of it. As the 'Senator' made to leave she pursed her lips together and inclined her head. A small show of irritation, but one nonetheless as she turned on her heel. "It's glass, as far as we can tell. I don't know why, nor have I heard back from the various organizations that tried to analyze it." She arched a brow upward.

"I'm not entirely sure what your organization is capable of entirely, so you'll have to direct me to what you need to see, I suppose." As the pair walked further into the rubble strewn areas it was immediately clear just how much more work had to be done. The city had been leveled, it looked more like a bomb had gone off, than anything else. But there were Sentinel remains too, and in the center of it all, stood the skyscraper height of the giant Sentinel that had been converted to a memorial to Magneto, complete with helmet.

Joan Wright has posed:
"I think the best way to describe us is building restoration specialists..." Joan replies, moving over to a section that seemed to have a more traditional assortment of rubble. "When something big happens and things are destroyed, we come. We prepare and when things are in place-" She pauses, turning her head as she gives an assessing glance. "You might want to take a few more steps back. That piece over there belongs over here."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna arches a brow upward as she considered the woman in front of her, but nodded once as she followed along toward a piece of rubble that must have been some kind of a skyscraper, just by a glance at the foundations that were left behind and the amount of iron rebar that she could sense twisted about the area.

"I see." She stepped off to the side to look at the piece that Joan indicated.

"Many of our buildings had been made by mutants via their powers. Either before my father came to power and when they were enslaved or after and were made by a combination of their powers and creative skills. We had people from all over the world, so we had a rather interesting mix of architecture."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Hmm. A challenge then." Joan assesses. Glancing around a bit more, checking the ground, and then glancing around. "We'll take it slow...Just in case."

Taking a deep breath, the blonde tucks a stray stand of hair behind her ear before glancing to a particular spot. "Alright! Lets Put it together." A hand lifts, three fingers curling inwards as the thumb and pointer finger still extend outwards, seemingly pistol fingering the air as she sways the hand in a circle. As she does this, a few pieces of rubble start to lift seemingly eager before she slings her hand forward, pointing to the section of foundation she was inspecting earlier.

With a woosh, several chunks and smaller pieces fly forward, some of the pieces, seemingly flying towards the woman only to suddenly orbit around her to get to where the gathering is taking place.

Condensing together, there's a ksshh as the pieces fit together like a puzzle. What is left is one support beam standing tall with a few pock marks from the pieces that didn't make it.

The hand lowers. "It's not perfect. But, it's something to work with."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna blinked repeated as she stepped back, considering the woman in an entirely new light. Her lips parted, her mouth hanging open in surprise as part of the building around them swirled back into being, piece by piece. And there were a //ton// of pieces to be put back together. "Oh." She blinked again, and exhaled a breath.

"What are your rates?" She asked, glancing to the blonde.

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan turns, taking a deep breath before giving Lorna a smile. "I'll have to see the rest of the damage and call back with the details before I can give you an estimate." Joan replies, walking closer to Lorna, "I'm but just one part of what you'd get working with us."

She glances around, "Let's look around some more."