3856/High Water Mark

High Water Mark
Date of Scene:	19 October 2020
Location:	A splendid sailing yacht out on New York Harbor. It is a pleasant cam day.
Synopsis:	It's not a loss it's a tie!
Cast of Characters:	Ted Kord, Helena Bertinelli

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Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord sits behind the wheel of a very expensive, yacht /The Blue Sea/ a skipper hat on his head, wearing civvies. He keeps an eye on a much larger, gaudy yacht that has a hell of a party going on: dancing, music, lights. The whole nine yards. "Well there they are... they haven't made us yet I don't think. Don't want to use binoculars, incase they are watching us. What do we do now, chief? You're the brains here." He's the bankroller apparently. Then he takes a chance and grabs a telescope disguised as a wine bottle and looks through it fast. Oooh lotta guns, lotta muscle. Lotta bikinis...

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli is wearing a purple bikini as she sits on the boat in her disguise that's soon to be a deep sea spy outfit. She tries to look inconspicuous while she holds a tiny lil eye piece, "We get our tanks and check it out," she tells him, "If they're making a drop here like I think, there will be plenty of evidence below...and we might even catch them in the act if we get close enough," she explains, then palms the tiny lil eye piece, putting it away. She stands up and clicks her white utility belt back into place around her waist, making her look like Ursula Andress as she says, "You brought the right equipment right?" she wonders.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks a little uncomfortable. "Uhm, I'm not scuba rated. I mean the Bug submerges, that's how I usually get around underwater. I have... snorkeled before. Will that be okay? Hey! I'm a pilot, certified in a dizen engineering fields, millionaire, sometimes billionaire. I can't do everything! You guys use different colored utility belts? Never mind. We could have gotten the Bug and..."

Exactly what is left to the imagination for now, as the yacht scraaaaaaapes and stops with a two jerks. The first jerk nearly sends the other jerk at the wheel flying. Ted catches himself in time to get the wheel in the plexus and barely keep his feet.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena is zipping up her purple wetsuit as Ted rattles on, "What? You can't scuba? Really?" she asks him with a wrinkle of her nose, "I have the flippers and---you can't scuba? Why didn't you say that before?" she asks him poitnedly.

Stumbling around, Helena falls down to her knees as the lil boat hits something. "What was THAT?" she wonders, looking over the boat's edge into the water. "Uhh...I think we have a problem..." she begins to tell him, watching a small alligator robot start to climb up the side of the boat vertically. Soon, it is joined by his two friends. She lets out a string of swear words.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kordsays, "I get the distinct impression those goombahs were expecting you and are fed up with your bullshit, Hun." Then he begins furiously turning dials. . o 0 (She never told me diddly about diving. What's she think I'm Batman? I know how to do plenty of stuff! I figured we'd use a parabolic mike and eaves drop or something... She has a purple diving suit... Okay I have a thing about blue but... it's a diving suit. Not like you'd wear it everyday.)

Robot alligators... who even builds the dang things? "Hey, Hun, avoid being eaten for a bit. I got this. Aim for the eyes... "

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Glancing behind her, Helena shuffles through her equipment and grabs her crossbow, "You got this? You got shit!" she lets out as one of the robot alligators climbs over the railing and jumps toward the deck of the boat, snapping its massive jaws and clanking its teeth together. They sound sharp. She lets out some more curse words as the robot climbs on board, though she's more upset with how this could have happened.

"Who could be expecting me? Who knows this shit?" she lets out frustratedly, "Unless...they've been watching me. How could that be?" she mutters, thinking that might be a bad thing.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord continues fiddling with the controls. "Imma generate an EMP and fry the little monster. I don't know... maybe you screwed with enough operations at sea and they got these things just patrolling in case you came by... maybe we should wear stuff in colors other than purple and blue! Maybe someone on their boat said, 'Hmmm, gorgeous athletic woman with black hair wearing a little purple bikini... climbing into a purple scuba suit.' WATCH OUT! Climb the mast or something or I dunno, shoot the F***ers!"

Fiddle, fiddle, tweak!

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The second alligator robot jumps on board and it's joined by the third shortly after, "You don't know what the &&$@ you're talking about," Helena tells him, "Are you doing something? ARE YOU? Are you doing something?!?" she says, yelling the last part as she starts to back up some more.

Raising her crossbow, she decides to SHOOT THE F&&&ERS and TWANG, her crossbow bolt lodges itself in the lead alligators's head, right between the eyes. Helena smirks and waits for it to explode, but it only seems upset at this. Helena lets out some more curse words as two of alligators close in on her, but she's backed up to the end of the boat. The third alligator robot peels away and bee lines for Ted.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks up and rolls his eyes. "I said the eyes, not between them. Pick one or another! Oh good grief... Okay! Got it!"

Fiddle. Click!

One, then all three alligator robots jerk and begin to spark. Almost at once all their eyes explode and smoke pours from their mouths. They lay still.

This follows with a number of electrical devices and the yacht's motor going dead.

"Awwww dammit!" Ted watches the OC vessel pulling away. A few partiers waving at them, a few giving the finger.

"Who uses f***ing alligator robots?! ... I guess we wait for the harbor patrol to pick us up. Let me just run a distress flag up..."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli sighs as she steps back toward the alligator robots, "We really shouldn't let the public in on this," she comments, then looks up across the water, "We're sitting ducks," she explains as she narrows her eyes contemplatively at the boat as it pulls away, "Johnny must have moved on my ID sooner than I thought. I can't go back home. Don't you...have an inflateable dingy or a ...hang-glider? I don't think we can swim and make it before hypothermia sets in," she says and purses her lips, growing quiet as she runs out of options.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord runs the appropriate flags up. Then pulls out a tarp to cover the gatorbots.

"I think they're looking to get away. Probably not sure why their bots stopped working. Maybe figure we have more tricks." He pulls a food basket out from the wrecked wheelhouse, walks over to Huntress and sits on the deck. "Have some lunch, I'm not ditching this yacht. Patrol picks us up, tows us to the dock, I have my people meet us at the dock and... stay with me till you straighten this stuff out. It's private and very secure. We just lost out this time."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli narrows her eyes at Ted now and crosses her arms indignantly, "I don't lose," she tells him, then looks out at the water again, "Maybe we could make it if we swim," she says, reconsidering swimming in the cold water like maniac.

"Spoiler and Misfit are going to help us take care of this situation. We'll just have to contact them sooner than I thought," she says and purses her lips again, "What'd you say? You know, if you want to go your own way, I guess I can try to handle this. He's closing up my resources. I expect it should get worse until we find him..."" she says and looks down at the...lunch.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord pulls a sandwich out of a wrapper and starts eating. He swallows and says, "I never said I was leaving you like this. I said stay with me if you like. They can't get into my building. We'll call your friends when we get picked up. Sit down and have a little lunch. You're going to give yourself a stroke. You are not going swimming, you will not catch them, they're booking. Want a beer? Or a Pellegrino? I brought good stuff here... purely to aid our cover of course." He winks.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli wrinkles her nose as she takes a sandwich, "I can't put you in danger," she tells him and then puts it down again. She takes a bottle randomly and opens it, drinking it. "Well, maybe we /could/ make it. I mean, I was just thinking he might try again while we're sitting here having...what is this? Ham?" she wonders, taking up the sandwich again into her hand.

"I'm a bitch roommate," she squints her eyes for the oncoming drama she'll create. She looks at the bottle curiously then has another drink.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord grabs a beer. "Roast beef and cheese," he says to answer her question. He does a tiny almost spit take at the admission about being a bitch roomie. "You?! Never! I mean we work so well together! We're like old friends. Will you sit the f*** down! You're just stressing yourself. Listen, you shoot a rocket up and it crashes, you don't shoot another one up just like that. You figure out what went wrong and what you will do differently and you don't need to be hungry to think do you... can I call you something besides Huntress? Being you're staying over and all?"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli sits the f down smirkily, "Fine fine, shut up," she mutters, then squints at Ted as he starts rambling again, "What? I don't stress out," she says as she takes a bite of her sandwich, "Call me Helena. Or bitch, either one I guess," she explains.

She nods her head as she thinks about Ted's dumb example, "Shoot a rocket up?" she wonders, "I don't know why you're so calm all the damn time. The guy obviously hired some asshole to build robots and attack us. That's what he does. He doesn't get his hands dirty."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord says, "Okay Helena, call me Ted if you like. Call me Theodore and somebody might die. Uhm, maybe not the best thing to say to you..."