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A Sinister Plot: Everybody's Coming to Get Me
Date of Scene: 25 May 2020
Location: NYC
Synopsis: The hunters find out who took Julian, which only leads them further down the rabbit hole.
Cast of Characters: Illyana Rasputina, James Proudstar, Tabitha Smith, Piotr Rasputin, Jamie Madrox, Emma Frost, Rahne Sinclair




Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The decision flowing from conversation in Limbo ultimately rests on a two-pronged approach: one, using Kitty's expertise if available to track down financial data for a 'last date spotted' for any credit card or debit card activity associated with one Julian Keller, trust-fund baby and general all-around Hellion. Two, roam through social media and come up with the last location the aforementioned mutant updated from.

A bit of convenient map-coordinating and coming up with comparisons for Tabby and Jamie, since both club more than Piotr or Jimmy probably do, and there's a pinpoint flung onto the proverbial map. In this case, they're going through the conventional way. Illyana deals with the cover charge, and any potential bouncer by shoving Tabby in front of said person to charm him. Failing that, terrorizing comes easy to four of six, right?

"Here" calls itself Bebop and Rocksteady. It has aspirations of an illegal New York watering hole by way of Paris or Berlin, probably imagined up by some hipsters who went through Grandpa's attic too many times. Slinky lights, dark velvet curtains for a stage swept with playful tape reading "Crime Scene Do Not Cross" await. The throaty, husky torch singers carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders supported by proper ensembles mingle with mixed old fashioned drinks that went out of style before Erik Lensherr ever started a revolution. They're expensive, too, twenty bucks a pop if you're lucky, fifteen if you aren't. Stairs that switchback into a pit trying to excavate itself from Brooklyn's basement foundation stone give a taste of the smoky, sultry decadence they're about to enter. Maybe. There are far more slashes of colour and light, authenticity be damned, in a world where a jolted hint of depravity behind the smiling facades begs to be sampled.

It wasn't for nothing that old patriarchal world screamed about how jazz made degenerates out of youth and that saucy, slinking electroswing beat now and then piped through these walls wouldn't be the downfall of a generation. Turns out they were right, what Normandy or Guadalcanal didn't finish off.

James Proudstar has posed:
"Sheesh. He sure knows how to pick 'em doesn't he?" Jimmy Proudstar notes of the place, once they've finally made it inside. His nose wrinkles and he shakes his head slightly, taking a few moments to adjust to the wall of sound and smell that hits him. He's already unsure that his senses are going to be particularly useful here. "Best bet is probably seeing if they've got any security feed. And maybe seeing if the bartender who was working Friday night is on duty tonight." He asides to Madrox and Piotr. "This place is kind of like the Hyperloop...so much traffic through here that it's going to be hard to get a scent trail."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"You don't need a scent trail." Tabby points out with a shake of her head, "What you need is a pair of tits, and a sob story about how your boyfriend is stepping out on you with some little chickadee." She points towards Illy, "Or we can just send her in to rip someone's head off, and they'll all just spill their guts."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr stretches, leaving Limbo with the others and finds himself in unfamiliar territory, for a club may as well be as foreign to him as Limbo. He follows the others into the room and nods to Jimmy, "Makes sense, it seems to be far busier than any place I have been recently that isn't public transit." He stays in the rear, lest he draw too much attention and says, "But maybe something here can help."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie's not looking at all impressed by the club as they get inside. "I know at least three clubs with better music that are cheaper and less pretentious." he comments then adds "Not likely he'll be remembered unless he's a regular or made a scene. Worth a shot though."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Piotr? Ask anyone about a big tip. He can be generous when in a good mood. Bad when surly -- bouncers might remember, da? I will find out if he went home with anyone." The usual lexicon rendered terse by being back in the real world, rather than in Limbo, is a jarring effect where Illyana is concerned. She glances askance, and then nods to Tabitha. A terrifying thought -- the pair of them are on the same wavelength. "Go look in the washrooms. Might be something in there for Instagram."

She swivels, then, facing Tabby. Looking her up and down, then herself. "Gabby - chickadee. Confirm if she was here or not. It's only a guess?" A shrug touches her shoulders, rolled back with the arrogance of someone already shifting into a role. "I tear your shirt or you tear mine. Necklines are too high. Count on the musicians, they might pay more attention. Technicians for the stage, da?" The curl of her lip tests out that mask worn otherwise, and she draws in a long, low breath that almost hitches on a dusky laugh. It's rusty and harsh with disuse.

James Proudstar has posed:
"We're in luck then Jamie. Keller /always/ makes a scene." Jimmy replies, with a note of wry humor even if less than might normally be offered, given the circumstances. And so Jimmy makes his way towards the back to...stand in line for the restroom, as tends to be the case in any crowded bar. Though not before he hands over his phone to Tabby, with a picture of a few of the X-kids of a particular age together, including himself and Julian. "Maybe that'll help."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"I doubt the musicians will be any help, probably too busy singing to watch." Tabby takes Jimmy's phone, checking the photo before she glances around, then she nods towards one of the bartender. "You take that one." Then she lifts a hand, saluting those remaining before she starts for the other bartender, without actually tearing anything. Because who tears clothes?!

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Subtlety is not exactly his strength," Piotr notes and nods to Illy, "Da, this I can do." He takes a breath and approaches the bouncers. "Hello," he asks getting out his wallet, "I was wondering if you saw this individual recently," Piotr shows a picture from his phone, "He probably left a good tip?" He pulls out some cash, signifying the reward for good information.

Emma Frost has posed:
The bartender Tabby approaches looks up from wiping down the bar at her. "What can I get for you?"

The bouncers tilt their heads, looking at the large Russian man, and the wad of cash. "That kid?" one of them says. "Maybe for the barkeep, but not for us." Still, he takes the cash. "Yeah, I saw him. Little shit get himself into some kind of trouble?" You only ask a bouncer if they've seen someone if they come up missing or dead, after all.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie looks over the club, noting where all the employees are. "What's his taste in girls? Or guys? He into red heads, blondes, big tits, what? We can ask the ones he might have hit on?"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana ghosts after Tabby up to the bartender, though she stands further down the bar and swivels around to put her back to the sweep of wood. Moody blonde; that's an easy facade to project. Gazing over the different tables, measuring where /she/ might sit if /she/ were Julian Keller. Thinking about being Julian is outright weird, but an idle look goes to the ceiling, the stage area. Exits, illuminated or not. Let the others show pictures, but she waits until the other bartender glides by before intercepting her. Or offering up an order, starting off soft.

"Sidecar, please. Heavy on the cointreau." Her tone descends to a murmur as she looks back to the bartender. "Hoping you might be able to settle something for me. Someone who came in night before last, probably. Black-haired guy, about five ten, face in his phone if he wasn't causing a scene. Not much older than me, might've had a dark-haired, tiny thing with him." Her dark, measured tone has /that/ quality about it. Something bleeding under the surface, a wound held together by surface tension. Don't ask what she channels to make it happen, but she does - there's authenticity there.

Emma Frost has posed:
The bartender frowns. "A few guys like that have come in. Girl... maybe? I dunno. Got a picture? I can have Benny look, he was working Friday." He looks over to the other bartender. "It was you and Mitch Friday, yeah?"

The other bartender finishes hanging a couple of stems and sidles over. "Yeah. What's up?"

James Proudstar has posed:
Jimmy glances to Madrox and notes, "Girls. Girls are his taste. He seemed to like all kinds as long as he thought they were hot and into him." Jimmy gives a half-shrug, and advances a couple more spots in line, ignoring the glances that his towering height garners. He's used to ignoring that, mostly. And smiling resignedly when someone makes a "how's the weather up there" comment or "You must be a great basketball player!" (Not really, in a technical sense, but he can muddle through on athleticism alone). And finally the bathroom is available, and Jimmy steps inside for the most unpleasant type of searching. Thankfully it shouldn't take too long.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"I'm looking for someone." Tabby tells the bartender on her end, trying to keep their attention by pulling the phone out and holding it over. One tip of her finger points to the picture of Julian, "You see this guy around recently?"

Did anyone tell her when? She forgot between now and then.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Confirming he made purchases here," Piotr says, not entirely a lie, "And I am sorry he did not tip you," he fishes out a ten and adds it in, "My apologies. Do you know when he left or who was with him?" Mentally noting how much he has spent this far, but not letting it get to him, Piotr continues, "Trying to track purchases after this one as well."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Night before last, probably. Maybe last night." Illyana supplies the information Tabitha needs, her voice drawn out and low in volume. She inclines her head a little, face still so much in shadow despite its fairness. The phone being perfect evidence of who and what, she gestures idly with her wrist.

"For all I know, he might have had two or three girls on his arm. The type." Her mouth hardens into a bleached line, then softens back to a pout. Easy lifting.

Emma Frost has posed:
Benny the bartender looks at the picture Tabby and Illyana are showing him and nods slowly. "Oh. THAT guy. Yeah. Yeah. I saw him," he chuckles wryly.

The bouncers exchange glances, after pocketing the cash. One of them says "I'll get this, Pete." and the other nods, slipping away to return to work. "Hey, man, yeah. I definitely saw him, he was here, and he left with someone. A woman. God damn. I'd have left with her too."

The bartender shakes his head, still laughing. "That kid has some game. He wasn't with a short dark haired girl; it was this tall green haired woman with... uh." He holds out his hands in front of his chest. "I mean. Phew."

James Proudstar has posed:
Jimmy emerges from the Men's room after a couple of minutes, moving back to join the rest of the crew, "Feels really weird to be disappointed that a joint like this cleans their bathroom often and well." He observes, but then shakes his head, "Nothing in there worth noting. Any luck out here?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
There's a few moments that tick by, and then Tabby blinks, "Green?" She then holds her hands up in front of her chest, "And..?" Then there's a look towards Illy, fully expecting the smarter of the pair to supply some pearls of wisdom.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Be glad." Jamie tells Jimmy. With Piotr and the girls off doing their things, he's just hanging around and waiting for results since they've got the main avenues of investigation covered. "Bathrooms are popular for drugs and sex." Which might explain why they get cleaned so often.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Dark green or bright? She a bit shorter than me and..." Va-va-voom. She can gesture the same a little. Rolling back to face the bar, the Russian blonde braces herself with the curve of polished wood and brass fittings. The supine arch of her spine and bend of her knee are both perfectly angled to support her, though with that particular position, it's a mild confessional or sharing of confidences commonplace to drinking establishments damn near everywhere. If the world were cast in black and white, she might be one femme fatale perking to another's presence. Not noir here, though, though and so they are caught in a suspended animation of intensity and something a little like dark amusement. "So he branched out. They say at all where they were going?"

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Oh?" Piotr asks. Processing the information and then says, "What did she look like? Anything stand out?" If the description matches anyone Piotr knows he will go through his phone to find a reference point to confirm with them.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Smoking hot green-headed chick. I think her clothes were painted on, damn, because so tight." The bouncer replies to Piotr. "Real nice rack. Kid was flashing cash, drinking a bit hard, and you know how it is. She was on him like a flash. She walked him out when he obviously had a bit too much." He shrugs.

"Bright green. Insanely bright," says the bartender. "I mean, I'm professional, but I would have definitely tried to get her number if I was off-duty, you know? But hey, kudos to the kid, he was able to walk out the door with her even after he had a round too many."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Insanely bright?" Tabby frowns a bit, then she shrugs, shoving Jimmy's phone back into a pocket to return to him later. She glances around the club while Illy and the bartender talk, trying to see if she can't happen to locate any of the others.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie's put himself where he can keep an eye on everyone who spread out so when Tabitha starts looking around, he lifts an arm and beckons her over. "Find out anything?" he asks once she's close enough.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr frowns and notes a few things and takes a moment to flip through his phone to find a picture of Lorna, and shows it, "Look like her?" He asks, hiding the concern in his tone. "And he was drunk, lovely." He makes a few other mental notes, "Very well."

Emma Frost has posed:
"I don't think that's her," the bouncer frowns. "I mean. Maybe it could have been? But I don't think so."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Yeah," purrs Illyana in a low, dissolute tone. "You should have. Might have made for a more interesting night. They made it out. He never made it home." No smile. But she does slide several bills pulled from the pocket of those leather pants, pushing them across the bar for the information and the drink she didn't imbibe. "Thank you. Next stop is the hospital."

Sliding back with decadent ease, she saunters a little closer to the others. Jimmy in particular, since the distraction for Jamie and Tabby is a good thing. "Time to look outside. Keep an eye out while I tap in, da? I won't see..." She halts. An idea /clearly/ springs there, a slow and dismayed dawning. <<Bozhe moi.>> A hissed mutter. "Pochemu ya ne sprosil prizrak?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"He was here. Left with some big titted green haired woman. But bright green hair, super bright." Tabby offers to Jamie, her arms crossing over her chest as she shrugs her shoulders, "Not sure if that's going to really help much. But, there you go."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Big titted, green haired woman?" Jamie repeats. "Lorna?" Really, how many can there be, even in Manhattan? Especially when they're hunting for missing mutants. He looks around to see what others are making of this information.

James Proudstar has posed:
Jimmy is pretty hard to miss, being head and shoulders above anyone here besides Piotr (and even then, a few inches taller than the Russian fellow until he "armors up." When Illyana starts going off in Russian, he cants his head curiously, since well, he hasn't learned that particular language yet. Might be something he should look into.

"What's up?"

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr nods to the bouncers and says, "Thank you." He fishes out another ten and hands it over, as his comm starts notifying him. He then walks away and answers a few questions before joining the others, "Nothing new, but seems strange," he says to Jimmy, the first preson he finds.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana takes that Eureka moment, guts the light, and carries it off to worry about later. Still, the expression on her face speaks to a sudden reorienting of purpose, one that sends her hurtling outward with a purposeful stride. The phone brought to hand, apps summoned with a flick of her fingertip. Veering up the stairs to street level puts her in Rahne's general vicinity, but it's awfully easy to find herself a wall where she can lean against. Respectful, quiet, unlikely passive: she's up to no good. Promise.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
    Rahne's general vicinity. The redhead did volunteer to investigate around outside...and she had chosen to do so with a little extra advantage. The image inducer on to cover the more wolfy bits, it still depicts her as over six feet tall otherwise...and therefore prone to a little attention from the opposite sex, fueled with liquid courage and graced with a lack of common sense. There was a few that had tried and, seeing that the now statuesque Scot was not interested, took the hint and wandered on. And then...there were others who didn't take the hint.

    Fortunately, dropping the image inducer just long enough to bare fangs seemed to do the trick.

    So, when Illyana makes her way to the outside, she will find Rahne supporting a wall herself, watching the neighborhood through green eyes. Without disturbing Yana too terribly much, Rahne wanders over to the Russian, leaning against the wall and murmuring softly. "Ah didn't find much out 'ere, save for idiots and aromas that right proper church-goin' folk shouldn't be subjected to..."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"I don't know. Maybe." Tabby doesn't pay that close of attention to how many big tittied green haired women there are in the world. "Although she doesn't strike me as the come to a club and pick up Jules sort."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr sends a message out over the comms again, and Illy's response gets wince and he silently says, "Sorry", though his cheeks are bright red at that last comment. The trouble with being pale, can't hide that. He then nods to Rahne at her arrival and says to Tabitha, "Any thoughts at who it could be?" Having not heard the conversation inside the club while he spoke with the bouncers.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie follows the others outside and leans back to hold up a wall. "You said it wasn't Lorna? Big coincidence to have Julian leave with someone who looks like her especially since we have Jean and Scott at Dani." Curiouser and curiouser to quote Alice.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The statement from Illyana is most certainly a reprimand of little sister to big brother. Perhaps a reminder, Cap style, of language for there are /children/ on that line. Potentially children. People who would be mortified to learn vast tracts of land are in play. Nonetheless, she gives Rahne a lengthy survey and then a nod. "Da. In looking for Julian we are all becoming like Julian. It is good to see some of those people adopting an investigatory mindset, but maybe it goes too far." Her mouth quirks. Not a smile, but there is a fondness in lingering near the Scotswoman and absorbing some of her faultless calm.

More screens flash across the phone and finally, a grainy recording. <<Bullseye.>> This in Russian, before she switches back and taps the comlink. "Green Lady carried Julian out. This isn't Lorna. Her hair is different, she is not built the same way." That's the /nice/ way of saying it. "He looks completely drunk, not one too many. He is barely on his feet." She shares the benefit of the phone for Rahne and anyone else who has wandered their way outside. "They go here, you see? Down the road and... out, poof. Like me taking you. I am starting to think they work either with tech that transports them through the dimension or they have a summons to the teleporter. Not like Kurt, he or she does not have to accompany the targets."

James Proudstar has posed:
"Pretty sure Lorna isn't the only attractive green-haired woman in the world. We already know there were others that we /don't/ know working on this from Berto's site. This could just as easily be another one. Besides, if someone wanting to do mutants harm had Lorna under their control they could do a hell of a lot worse than kidnapping a handful-and-a-half of mutants." Jimmy notes, piping up from a short distance away from Jamie. "Plus I don't think Julian and Lorna had much interaction that he'd be as at ease as Dani would be with Scott and Jean, if that makes sense? We can keep the possibility in the back of our head, but if nothing else it doesn't hurt to pass along that we don't think it's Lorna. If things really are worst-case scenario it might keep them thinking we're not on their trail."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie goes over to look at Illyana's phone and the video. "Roofied." is his verdict. "Probably GHB. Easy to come by. And it's pretty obvious they're not looking to hurt or kill us. They're kidnapping us for a reason. Experiments, mind control, something. The only bright side is that killing someone is quick. Whatever they want mutants for's gotta take at least a little while so they're safe for now. Safe being a relative term. We need to get them back before they end up worse than dead."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"I don't know. There was that one green chick on the boats?" Tabby shoots that towards Illyana to see if she happens to remember which one she's talking about. Beyond that? No. Tabby can't say that she has any idea who anyone else might be that has green hair. She glances around, then pauses, "So the teleporter doesn't have to be with them?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
    "Explains why the scent trail just vanishes. Teleportation's always hard tae track fer me." Rahne sighs softly, watching the video. "Ah mean, Ah can't track 'em through dimensions. Still, really couldn't sniff 'em out from 'ere anyways. Too many people an' too much time passed."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana taps the device again. Her phone cycles back through moments in sliver. There goes the woman holding Julian up, sashaying backwards to the point where they first appear out of the bar. This isn't CSI: New York or Law and Order: Zoom the Fuck In. She has to work with the limitations therein, and not having Doug around to talk to the CCTV about its opinion restricts what they did. "The serpenty one who whipped us. Looked different than this, but da, I remember her." On the shit list, serpenty bitch. There will be a reckoning with her one day. Possibly in her sleep. Possibly with a terminal demon grinning effortlessly while sitting on her chest. Bad thoughts are entertained for a moment and then she settles back.

"Jamie is right. He looks wasted. Not like the bartender told us, da? The laws for serving people, this would get them in trouble." She keeps watching them saunter off, and then taps her fingers. "Accelerated drunkenness? Maybe something off? Let me route this to Kitty and you all see what comes up. But for the teleporting technology, that is not easy. It needs a way to be heard. A phone call. Like the 'Matrix,' da? You call. It answers. It grabs you. Like someone texts me to bring them in, except a machine or an app or a horrible big alien construct."

Emma Frost has posed:
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            VERTIGO
<|Image File Here|>
Real Name: Unknown (Possibly Clone)
Female | 5'6" | Athletic Build
Eyes: Blue | Hair: Green

POWERS: Psionic Equilibrium Distortion
can cause nausea, loss of balance,
vertigo, disorientation, possibly
hallucinations, unconciousness

WARNING: CONSIDER TO BE VERY DANGEROUS
WARNING: MORLOCK MASSACRE
WARNING: MARAUDERS
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Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr listens quietly and ponders. "Da, she is not the only one with green hair, and things like this are odd at the very least." Then hisphone buzzes, he looks at the file that is transferred over to them. "Seems like she'd fit, also the power would be something to put Julian off-kilter enough to walk him out," Piotr notes while looking at the photo and the file. He then nods to the others, "I will confirm with the bouncers, again." As he walks out, he grabs another ten from his wallet, which is now far lighter than he'd prefer it to be, and goes out to the bouncers to show them the picture and get their confirmation.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie also pulls out his phone when it buzzes and looks over the dossier. "Yeah, her power would do it. Anyone know if she pals around with anyone who could make themselves look like Jean and Scott? Or with claws since we saw some claw marks on Roberto's car?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
    A soft hmm escapes Rahne as she looks over the dossier that was passed over to the group. The hmm shifts into a small frown, as the Scot pokes a finger (claw) towards the bottom of the dossier. "Marauders. Is there sumthin' there that's gonna help? Ah mean, if this one's known tae be runnin' in 'er own pack, then what's tae say she isn't now?"