2364/Die H4rd

Die H4rd
Date of Scene:	06 July 2020
Location:	Four Freedoms Plaza - Midtown
Synopsis:	A Science Experiment Goes Wrong, but the Fire Extenguishers Work!
Cast of Characters:	Reed Richards, Heather Danielson, Michael Hannigan, Kara Danvers, Clea, Victor Von Doom

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Reed Richards has posed:
    Baxter Building, standing tall in New York, not outrageously so, but it's a rather imposing building if you even think for a moment of the wild sciences taking place within. Generally it's a docile if futuristic facade and even moreso within. Pristine white floors and ceilings, glass walls and windows obscured as the technician or scientist within prefers and yet, there's something going on inisde on the 25th floor. A deep and gutteral rumble as a HUGE mass of muscle and flesh bursts out of a window into the open air and moments later a plume of smoke followed by the rest of the window and a few around it to the left and right explode outwards in a shower of safety glass and deep black smoke!

Heather Danielson has posed:
    One of those independent businesses that rents an office on the third floor is Harrison Tully's business. He is an agent who represents a variety of people who are in show-biz or modeling jobs. Sure, Heather -lives- in Metropolis. She's a member of the Titans... okay so a prospect of the Titans. But she feels like she belongs there anyway. But she took the hyperloop into New York to meet with Mister Tulley. She prefers to do meetings in person when it involves a potential client as well as herself. But the meeting had just been about to wrap up... mostly because Heather was declining their offer.
    Why? Well that's nobody's business but her own. Though mostly it was because she thought that the way they wanted to present her was less cool, less glamour, more sex for the sake of sex and she's gotta keep a good image. After all, she's a public metahuman and representative of the Titans. I mentioned that already, but she loves it!
    But the explosion makes her jump a bit, and she steps over to the window when she sees debris fall past the window. She opens it up and peers out, and then up. "Well shit." she remarks, "Sit tight." she tells the people in the office as she turns and heads for the door... aiming to find the nearest stairs to go climb up.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With the presence of food carts and shops in Four Freedoms Plaza, it's not entirely imposing. Case in point. Michael Hannigan is currently finishing up a hot dog from one of the food cart vendors that managed to snag some prime real estate here. The ball capped celebrity's primary hint that anything was wrong was the sound of the explosion, which... is not exactly an 'all is calm carry on' type of message. Mike's head tilts up, seeing a shower of glass coming down. The scar upon the right forearm fades, appearing on the left just as the first bits of glass hit and the others simply fall to the ground without interference. "Hmm." Giving a sigh, he tosses the last bite of his hotdog into a nearby trash can. Seems to be one of those days. He scoots off to a less visible area.

Kara Danvers has posed:
A determined grimace upon her face, 20 miles in the sky. Supergirl is trying not to let the overwhelming buzz of the world get to her. To filter things out. She has some specific people in mind to help her focus. Gar is cooking - good. Vic is in some technical discussion - good. Lots of noise of people everywhere, some laughing, some crying - bad.

"Aaargh focus Kara focus." She plants her hands on her hips in defiance, moving on to some of the Titan prospects. Heather - 'Well shit'.. well shit. She looks down to New York City and starts her descent, 'well shit' isn't a 'oh god oh god oh god somebody save us', no need to rush just yet.

Clea has posed:
Admiring the city, like normal people, makes for a lovely apres-dinner and pre-theatre experience. Perhaps the theatre bit is missing, though not the sense of elegance around a particular couple. Clea, the pale-haired companion of the pair, stands behind one of the large metal viewfinders mounted to the brick pavers, carefully swiveling it around to take in particular details of the plaza. Possibly a bird flying away with a French fry as long as it is, or the handsome stonework or someone falling out of a window. She has incredibly deft reflexes to tilt the great, unwieldy metal box back and adjust the lenses of the scratched, built-in glass to tighten the focus, though it may simply be easier to peer up over it. Still, the smoke pouring in a torrent around that explosive burst keeps her riveted.

"Have they prepared entertainment due a lack of world-ending troubles again?" she asks dryly to the gentleman beside her. Her pale hair floats around her shoulders, behaving like strands moving underwater. "We best try to catch him." A brief gesture is indicative enough, the first bubbles of violet forming on her palm.

Victor Von Doom has posed:
The other of the pair, a rather young-ish looking man of Eastern European descent looks at Clea, suppressing a fair amount of disdain as he stands in the Plaza. Not necessarily for the Plaza, but well... it /is/ a delightful place to view the rest of the city.

Not that he would admit anything of such about Richards, in general. Though at the sight of the figure exploding out of the window, Victor hmms, "I suspect that one might not need saving... but I do believe that you are correct, my dear." Suddenly, armor plating seems to form and morph over the immaculate suit that Victor wears, replacing it with the more telltale armor of... Doctor Doom!

"You realize, of course, the various people of New York will think /I/ did this, you know?" He sounds vaguely amused by that, and not terribly concerned.

Reed Richards has posed:
    The figure of burstling and throbing muscle like a bicep has grown to engluf the arm and entire body of the man it was attached to, though it ripples with raw untapped strength, falling through the air with a comet tail of glass and smoke following the 'thing's' arch through the air.

    A siren sound echoes from the building as lights begin to flash as though a fire alarm had been pulled and yet, the floor with the smoke billowing out of it suddenly changes into foam. A white thick and fluffy sort of shaving cream style fire suppression system discharges. The broken windows fart out the sound and play doh fun factory of white goo out of the side of the building, following the still falling creature.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Finding the stairs, Heather begins running up them. Her arms pumping as her legs power her upwards. It's a good thing she doesn't really -get- fatigued. She also runs a lot, so her cardio is off the charts. She's no speedster. Let's face it. Her only big thing other than being able to heal from nearly anything is her strength... and for someone who showcases that, she's not all that strong.
    But she lunged up a flight of stairs, and then another. She had a rough guess of how many floors up the -event- was from her peer out that window. But then she hears the sound of more glass breaking and she pauses to look out a window as she catches her breath in a second or two... "You've gotta be shittin' me." she mutters as she sees things developing outside, not upstairs.. and so she turns around and starts sprinting -down- the stairs.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With a glance Mike is finding out rather quickly it is very hard to find cover in a plaza. Also a falling person (thing?) is much faster than the time it would take to find a safe place to change form. "Shit."

Left with two undsirable options, he tugs his hat down to obscure as much of his stubbled face as he can, spining his feet back to the source of the mayhem as he starts to make a running start. Thoughts become a bit more dream like as he proceeds to leap up towards the falling figure, focusing his strength to the front of his form. He may not be able to stop the fall completely but maybe he can slow down the descent of whatever had the misfortune of getting thrown out the window. Or maybe it jumped. There's really not that much time to ask so he's more or less just winging it.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Black smoke, not good - flying faster... foam?! Well, a building shaped like a giant 4 has to have //something// interesting going on. Her eyes look through the foam and sees all the people caught in its fire suppression. Her eyes focus on Heather for a moment Over Titans comms she says <Hi Heather! It's Supergirl. There's people trapped in all that foam, can you help them?>. Her attention quickly snaps back to the falling person as she swoops down to arrest the fall of the bulging mass, "Hello there, the quick way down can be a little bumpy at the end." An awkwardly falling creature isn't necessarily the easiest thing to get hold of, and she doesn't want to accidentally tug a limb off, so she is trying to .. hug it.

Clea has posed:
"Do not act on expectations of how others will respond," Clea advises Doom softly. "Go, do what you must." Bystanders might be troubled placing her accent, seeing that it carries a strong overtone from the Tibetan Plateau. Breaking cover from the viewfinder, she zips across the plaza at speeds that normally would be unsustainable for anyone less than a champion sprinter and certainly not for the duration she pulls it off for. She goes past Mike as he leaps, gaze tilting upwards with interest.

Civilians might be gathered around and if the warning siren hasn't convinced them to put away their phones, maybe a direct order works. "Take cover!" she calls in passing, disregarding the fluffy white clouds sailing down. That rather looks fun! The morphing flesh missile takes precedence, so with an air of discretion, she careens to a halt and flings both hands up into the air.

Strike a pose, there's nothing to it! Except this is no vogue moment, lifting an invisible shield, mystical energy swirling into a stormcloud whorl. It should soften any fall if Doom or Kara can't get there first to fix certain things. Or she's waving! Really, it goes either way.

Victor Von Doom has posed:
Doom nods at Clea, "Of course." With that, he launches himself into the air, moving towards Supergirl and the falling figure thanks to the thrusters in his armor. His armor immediately begins an analysis and scan of the mutating figure that Kara holds in her grip, and he frowns behind the mask, "Supergirl, I would advise you to be careful, your Kryptonian physiology might not be immune to whatever is affecting this man."

With that, he pauses, then adds, "I am attempting to discern what exactly this /is/, though it is most... curious."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Hearing Supergirl call to her over Titans comms, Heather stops in her headlong charge down the stairs. "Fire suppression. That's back upstairs. Sure. On it." she states before she rolls her eyes and turns to start running -back- up the stairs she's already gone up and then back down again. I mean it's faster than an elevator for her.. and when there's a fire, elevators turn off. But she is not super fast and can't fly. But she is charging up three steps at a time. About two to three seconds per flight....

Reed Richards has posed:
    The mass is rock solid, even against Kara's powerful palms, and she meets Mike's cushioning leap to add to the mayhem, and even still Clea's mystic barrier is more than enough to cause the solid ball of muscle to touch the ground softly. It's still hot from the explosion that pushed it out or followed it out of the Baxter building. The muscle is fire hot, though the three people that dealt with it are unconcerned with such things it seems though the skin across the muscle seems to be stretched to its very limit as it seems to pulsate with an unseeable heartbeat, and yet with each beat it grows larger still and small lesions in the skin appear briefly before healing closed again and tearing again with the next growth and heart beat.

    Up stairs there's some panicked screams as the people remaining on the 25th floor are trying to figure out what is going on, many of them lost in their respective labs though some are in the hallways and worried about bumping into glass walls or finding the stairwells and elevators which are all scured and unable to be accidentally accessed.

    "Titan, in the stairs, I know it's worrysome, but things are working as they should. Maybe I should try and make something that disolved faster next time, or is at least transluscent, or preferably transparent..." A voice says as a figure appears next to Heather in the landing and moves through like a fish cutting through water.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is still too new to have a built in bias assuming Doom is behind it. He just looks like yet another person trying to do the right thing, and that's 'a-okay with her!. She smiles to Doom as she awkwardly holds on to the thing, "Thanks for the tip! You can scan away once we have it on the ground. There's still people stuck up there in some sort of foamy explosion."

She feels the descent slow again as Mike joins in with his mighty leap, then her feet skid on the magical airbag a moment as it was very unexpected. Usually 'down' behaves pretty consistently, but not today it seems. So she adjusts her expectation of the descent as the magic makes her landing much softer than usual. She doesn't have to worry quite as much about leaving an impact crater this time.

She gives a little wave to everyone and says, "Bee Arr Bee." A little hop and heel and she is flying up the stairwell to meet Heather, "Need a lift?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Okay, another weird thing on another weird day. Heather skids to a stop on a landing as Reed appears beside her, "Wha?" she begins before adding, "Oh wait. You're Mister Richards, right?" She asks. She pauses on the 12th floor landing and catches her breath as she asks, "So... do I need to go up and help them or.... are they safe?" she asks, a bit unsure of what to do now.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Sometimes it's good to not have a sense of touch and sometimes it's not. It appears this time around it is good. Not even aware that there is heat, Mike doesn't break contact with the figure as they descend downwards. Shadow starting to form across his face to obscure the features.

When they reach the barrier. Mike glances down in surprise to the woman waving her hands about. Once things are settled to the ground and there's no more risk of falling, he steps back quickly, glancing up to the broken windows. "No one else fell out, right?" He asks, keeping his head tilted down, bringing a hand up to block the side of his face closest to the stray bystanders.

Clea has posed:
Chanting in a soft tone, Clea reinforces her shield from the sheer weight bearing down. Violet lines limn the collision points, parts of a detailed mandala. "I have you!" A warm chime proves hopefully reassuring. Her stance widens to angle that pulsating, transforming thing downward towards the ground if Doom, Kara or Mike feel the need to release their painfully hot burden. Watching its skin threaten to tear and recover, her mouth curves in a frown. "Oshtur's sweet smile, what has done this to you, poor creature?" Any radiant heat from it hardly causes her a hint of concern, but that well may be a result of a naturally higher ambient temperature lifting off her skin. She still holds the shield up one-handed, in case of any explosion.

"I only saw this one, unless you mean the French fry bird. Can you see into the upper floor there?" she answers Mike. The cries from above draw her gaze upward, but the swirling air mass remains a gentle curve of force to shelter her. "Doctor, we can deal with the remaining fire if we must." An ironic smile for Doom then follows. "If it's sporting."

Victor Von Doom has posed:
Doom descends easily enough, frowning a bit as he lands near Clea, "Well, whatever is there is still human... but rapidly mutating. I'd need to do more analysis to determine the exact cause. Typical." He has a bit of disdain in his voice at that, then he looks over towards Clea.

"I don't believe there's a need to deal with the fire with everyone else here more than capable of doing so." He nods towards Supergirl, and well... it IS the Baxter Building. Though there is a certain irony in his helping out here, of all places.

Reed Richards has posed:
    "Come, you can help still." Reed says as he reaches up through the stair well with his hand and then with some of his torso, offering to give Heather a lift. "And that's Doctor Richards. I did bust my butt to get that first degree." He smirks while still stretching up and away to the 25th floor.

    The 'man' down at Doom and Company's side is encased in his own muscle, throbbing and pulsing as he heats up and grows still. The bicep easily six feet tall and nearly perfectly circular as it has taken over the whole of the man's body within itself, the bones remain but he's no longer conscious. The man's body continues to breath and feed this mutation some how, some way, and the heat still continues to become more and more intense.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
At Clea's question Mike glances up to the open windows once his face has fully darkened over to nothing. The shirt and cap he wore becoming more like a modified hoodie. He shakes his head. "Not from here. But I can get up there if need be." He frowns, not at all aware of the heat building up near him, looking over to the growing figure. There's really nothing else he can do for this guy.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Supergirl. I'm good." says Heather with a shrug as she inclines her head. "Okay Doctor. But it feels weird putting my backside in your hand." she adds with a grin, "But... I'm gonna trust you on this. Let's go. Twenty fifth floor, hardware, bed linens... here we go." she says as she climbs into the proffered seat and goes with the flow.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara hears Heather over the comms, but also Dr. Richards voice in the air. She pauses and lands with a few steps and turns back around to the hot meat ball they have before them. "Okay. So this poor fellow might explode if we don't cool him down. I could dunk him in the water."

She turns her head a moment and listens to his heart beat and breathing, "I think he might have passed out. This is horrible, we need to help him." She walks around the uber bicep enveloped man slowly looking him over with concern but also not sure of the best course of action - this is a first for her.

Clea has posed:
The strange figure that used to be human, possibly still is, leaves Clea obviously uneasy. Her gaze roves over the devoured structure of his body, looking for some evidence of an ability to breathe or escape. "I fear what I could do for him would be dramatic and possibly only a temporary stopgap," she finally says, a low sigh. "Something to quench the pain and no more. The medical authorities are surely on their way." Sirens might well be audible if there aren't actual paramedics running with stretchers in hand by now, supported by a detachment from the fire hall. Lessons from battles with aliens or Asgardian princes probably taught them a thing or two about haste.

With this, she steps back three feet into the air and bestows that warm smile on Mike. "I'd stay back from him as a precaution." The spell shielding her dissipates as she floats up to Doom, offering her hands. "It would be best to warn the incoming rescuers what they face before we depart."

Victor Von Doom has posed:
Doom nods, "Indeed. I've taken the analysis that I can here, I will look into this back at the Embassy in more detail. There should be something I can do there." With that, he takes Clea's hands in his, "For now, we alert the local authorities with what I have discerned so far. With me, my dear."

And with that, Doom and Clea fly into the air, Doom opening a radio communication to the local response teams and informing them of the situation.

Kara Danvers has posed:
The distant sirens of emergency vehicles on the way, coupled with the rapidly increasing heat of the man. This is not a good combination, she needs to cool him down because Earth help is too far away. She's not going to fly him to the fortress, but she can at least slow down this rapid exothermic reaction.

Kara draws in a massive breath and then shuts her eyes as she blows over him, walking around in him a circle to evenly spread out the super cool air across his body. On short notice, this is her best bet to may be save this guy, or buy him a little bit more time.

Reed Richards has posed:
    "Bed linens might be ... Oh, comedy." Reed says as he hefts Heather up to the floor and sets her down gently and pulls himself up to the floor as well, opening the door slowly to allow the foam to ease into the stairwell and then he simply steps into it and starts to 'swim' through the gunk that's already beginning to disolve. "Good news everyone, our fire suppression system works. Reed says loudly, trying to calm down his employees and coworkers.

    he cool breath really seems to do the job as the layer of ice slowly melts against his skin but as she continues to blow the temperature really cools down on the scientist who's certainly had better days, and yet... The 'man' is a ball on the ground, nearing six and a half feet in diameter, in all directions. One of the vendors steps up and offers the Supergirl a taquito, "Never-a dull day around 'ere." He says in a thick accent and then offers Mike some free food too.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"You can say that again." Mike agrees as the head tilts his head at the offer. Oh hey! Free food! ...To eat later. But still! Free! YAY!

He looks to the blob on the ground, looking around. "So... is somebody going to pick this guy up? I sure as heck can't take him home."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara looks at the taquito and smiles, "Thank you!." She beams brightly and takes a few bites before it is completely gone. She looks to Mike and then back up in to the building. "Some how I think the best person to help our round friend is all the way up there."

Rubbing her hands together, "I got this." She approaches the spherical scientist and hugs him, bends her knees and leaps up in to the air carrying him back up to the floor he fell from. Through the broken window she places him down, "I believe your colleague is in need of dire assistance."

And pose, fists on hips and a bright sunny smile on her face. "You should be more careful with your science next time."