5518/Heroes Assemble: The Musical

Heroes Assemble: The Musical
Date of Scene:	01 April 2021
Location:	Broadway
Synopsis:	These guys might live it down...MIGHT. Singing and April Foolery
Cast of Characters:	Morrigan MacIntyre, Hellboy, Michael Hannigan, Clint Barton, Hank Pym, Nicole Adams, J'onn J'onzz, James Proudstar

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Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
April Fool's Day, one of the worst days of the year really. People like to pull pranks and with the last few years the people of New York really don't need more foolery. This is probably bad for them then. Around lunch time on this Thursday April 1st there is a surge of magical energy that ripples out and soaks into those around the Broadway and the surrounding areas. No one is safe in a three block radius. And that's probably when folks realize that one of their worst fears is going to come to life. They are going to have to sing. And there's a ton of people around that are involuntarily roped into the same thing. This could be disasterous.

Or it could be delightful anarchy.

We'd find out.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy temporarily opens the portal and stares out, he looks out and around and is about to close the portal which opens up into an alley way in New York and then says, after a cough. "What the heck is this?
Why am I singing?
It's freaking opera?
I'm not an opera singer
I need to save a soul
I'm singing about depressing souls
With soul
And when I released the brownie
I gave Morrigan soles
Is this the soul subject I will sing on?
Bad soul puns?
Is this my lot
My brain to rot
I didn't even get to sing about
My spear and Magic helmet
Oh cool
there it was
That's really cool because....He begins to dance in time as the pace of the music picks up, "I am like a cartoon
I can take a lickin and keep on ticken
Cause I'm like a cartoon
In magical monsoon with my BRPD Platoon..."
He then goes back through the portal and sings 452 verses of this alerting the local purple imps, but that is another story. But then he leaps through the portal again since time is weird in the Demense of the Chainer of souls and he, like Shrodinger's cat is also in and not in and by the time (subjectively) the 452'd verse of that song he's ready to smite someone.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
It was a simple outing. An easy assignment from the vocal coach. Go pick up a show over on Broadway. Part of Mike figures the coach wasn't able to get any other showing than the one when his session was going on but who cares? He got a ticket out of the deal. So, yay for guilt. When it is someone else's. But the show has since ended and people parted ways. Mike stopped at corner store to pick up a quick drink. Stepping outside of the store, he pauses long enough to crack open the bottle. Ahh. It's good to take time for oneself at times.

'Sometimes my problems
Just take a backseat
To help out others when
I just want to sleep...'

Mike tilts his head. Wait. Is he singing?

'Burning the candle from both ends
Is it too much? That depends.
Tired is just my way
But how long will I keep it at baaaAAAAAYYYY?'

A pair of passerbys pause, looking to Mike. Sharing the same confused look. Great. People are going to think he's nuts.

'Every word uttered
With a voice kept low
To sleep, eyes fluttered
To keep back shadow.'

Extra voices pop in, 'La la la la la la la la la la la LAaaaaaaaa.'

Oh God.

They've turned into backup singers.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is making his way across town when he finds himself in the area. A sudden impuse takes him and he walks over to a piano covered in rose petals and archery equipment and sits down. Yes, for some reason there's a piano here. He starts to play, the strains of Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud filling the area. Finishing the intro, he starts to sing:

When you're on a team with the Hulk and Thor
And we're all up there on the movie screen,
Will the people believe that I'm not quite as tough?
Will anyone even notice me?

But listen I've got powers too, they're pretty sweet.
I promise I can do so much more than just archery.

I'm serious guys.
I've got a collection of scarves and berets.
I play trombone in a ska band.
I once got to second base on my Tinder date.
And my cat has got its own Instagram.

I tell you now I kick ass at Mario Kart.
This year I played an extra in Paul Blart.
I can open a pickle jar.
I'm friggin' Hawkeye.
Maybe I'm as super as they are.

So maybe I still haven't lost my virginity.
But when I bowl I always score at least 70, after six beers

Yes I know 'bout Captain America's strength.
Hulk becomes a towering man.
But I got seventh place in my fantasy league.
And I once butt-dialed Jean-Claude Van Damme.

When I go to Chipotle I get free guac.
I flirt with the cashier and she says I rock.
I own water-resistant socks.
I'm friggin' Hawkeye.

Maybe I'm as super as they are.
Maybe I'm as super as they are.
Maybe I'm as super as they are.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ27iS1mkuo

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym heard Mike was taking in a show and drifted down to maybe meet up with him. He looks around a little bewildered. Mike brought back up singers. Clint is singing and that big red guy. He tries to clamp his mouth shut... fail!

"My name is Doctor Henry Pym

I'm no friend to the dull or dim

I try to be a nicer joe

But every idiot says I blow!

I get on well with ants not people.

My head is Bo and he's swell.

My other friend is Mike the music maven.

Some people think he's my pet raven.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The noise from everyone singing is added to by the wail of police sirens and firetruck warnings. The air is abuzz with magical energy and with the sounds of cats and dogs barking. Mass hysteria is starting to break out in the vacinity and oh boy is it something that will fill their nightmares for nights to come.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     It was a very strange first date. Somehow, it went from a very nice dinner at a local eatery in Brooklyn, to a long... a -very- long walk that, somehow, landed Nicole and James somewhere in the midst of Manhattan. She was dressed in crisp black slacks, a pair of soft, but comfortable black boots, and a long black wool swing coat with a fur-edged hood that was still quite helpful at this point in early spring.

     The pair were hand-in-hand, talking away the night as if they had not a care in the world. The bright lights of Broadway shone down upon them, as if blessing them... with, it seems, a gift of song. Out of nowhere, Nicole bursts forth into song, her voice surprisingly melodious, a silky alto with surprising range in either direction. But who would have figured her for a fan of Gilbert and Sullivan?


A mutant woman's a soaring soul
As free as a mountain bird
She's ready to resist with her telekinesis
Every dictatorial word

Her nose should pant
and her lip should curl,
Her cheeks should flame
As items she does hurl
With her mind alone
Yes, her heart should glow,
And her gifts be ever ready
For a knock-down blow.

Her nose should pant
and her lip should curl,
Her cheeks should flame
As items she does hurl
With her mind alone
Yes, her heart should glow,
And her gifts be ever ready
For a knock-down blow.

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn just happened to be walking along, deep in thought or perhaps attempting to understand what was happening. He could feel something wasn't right in the thinking of those present, but even as he considers the possibilities, he moves toward the middle of the street.

As he reaches the center, as if a spot light strikes him, the human shape he was wearing melds away and he stands before all as the Martian Manhunter, and begins to sing:

It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold-
or something much more colorful like that.
It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're not standing out like flash
sparkles in the water-
or stars in the sky.
But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like the ocean, or important like a mountain, or tall like a tree
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder? Why Wonder, I am green and it'lI
do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

James Proudstar has posed:
Yes, it was a lovely evening and it seemed the spell wouldn't break as long as the two mutants kept putting one foot in front of the other. Neither was really aware of the distance they traversed lost in the new and the discovery of one another. James is dressed nicely, in dark jeans and a white button down with a down vest over top, and sturdy boots that have been freshly polished. His clothes are not expensive but are well taken care of. James looks a little surprised when Nicole belts out s show tune he's never heard and even more surprised when he answers in his sonorous tones,
"His eyes should flash with a lifelong ire,
His tribe will be reborn;
He never will retreat
though the odds be long and steep,
Just the call of a Thunderbird.

His foot should stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face should scowl;
His eyes should flash, and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude.'

Hellboy has posed:
Duplicate Hellboy says, "Existential blues...en you know
You're just a copy made of magic
And you're gonna go poof
When the magic goes away
Gotta do something COOL
With my short magical life...
Something SUPER COOL
Or I could like
Do something dorky
I'm singin about paper clips
Round and metal
Like a pretty robot girls hips
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaper clips
Mocking musical magic with paper clips"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The two who looked to Mike before turn, following behind him, continuing to follow.

'Shadooooow.
Shadooooow.
Keeping back the Shadoooow.'

Mike turns his head, wide eyed as he looks to the pair, opening his mouth to tell them to stop. But. Nope. It doesn't quite come out that way.

'An angry soul
Is kept deep down
Where hellfire rolls
like my hometown.'

Mike looks away. WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON?!

'I'll keep the rage insiiIIIDDE.
The emotions must hiiiiIIIIDE.
So get out of my waaaaay
Or there'll be HELL to paaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.'

Mike's voice drops to a low growl. Looking to the bottle in desperation he starts sipping the beverage to buy some time for thought while his newly aquired backup singers take the load.

'All those fights,
such a bother.
What would she think,
your dead -'

"SHUuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUT IIIIIIIIIIT!" Mike's voice slides down in pitch and volume before going upwards into a song scream. Legs brace in stance as he lifts up one fist to his chest while directing his mouth upwards.

Wooh. Someone's having a bit of an Ian Gillan moment. Looks like a certain vocal coach is deserving of a hug later.

Taking a deep breath as he cuts off, Mike turns his head, glaring to the silenced backup singers. The last of his voice reverberates from the nearby buildings along with something else.

... Where is that dramatic orchestral arrangement playing coming from?

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
Unsure really what happened, or why it's happening again, J'onn moves toward the side walk and immediately bursts into song once again, this time dancing along and making gestures a lot like a certain Mister David Bowie:

It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Hellboy has posed:
Duplicate Hellboy begins to tap dance but he's trying to make it look like break dancing and then literally dances on the wall, singing more verses of the original song. No, we're not going to torture you with it but its making passbyes roll their eyes.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym begins to grow, his face deepening and growing louder to his dismay.

When you're a Pym,

You're a Pym all the way

From your first schizoid break

Till your last manic day

You dress like a hornet

And swear you are great

And build killer robots

And... make... everyone pay

Your divorce is final

But you'll never be free

Now she's your boss

And your daughter's bestie

You try to do good

You try to atone

But they call you no good

And say leave them alone.

I'm Nadia's hero

But I'm just a man

I want to be with her

But it's not in God's plan...

Maybe I rewrite the plans for me

And get to retire happily.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike sips his drink once more. Oh thank God. There's an instrumental break in this. Best use the moment to figure out what's going on. Better yet. How to get control of the situation. Concerts are one thing. He can test out his words ahead of time, but forced improv concerts? That's just asking for trouble. He looks up to Hank, concern in his eyes.

'I'm not sure why
But we're just bursting in song
Could we just try,
To find what's going on?

Seems like a blast,
But we can't waste any time
Not long I'll last
Before I say the wrong rhyme.

Words have consequence
I know, makes no sense.
It is why I avoid some songs.
To prevent something going wrong.'

Hellboy has posed:
Duplicate Hellboy nods as he tap dances into the scene, "I am keenly tuned to the supernatural

I will find the thing to shoot
It will go splatter bang
And then with an anvil clang
And...on the...er....head

If it has a head

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is still playing piano, though it's stopped being a recognizable tune and is more just him making it up as he goes. He looks around at all the people singing and sings:

I don't know why I'm singing
But so is everyone else
What power is someone bringing
Causing our brains to melt?

Hellboy I'm with you
Shooting is my go to move
What we all need to do
Is find the guy with something to prove.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Nicole blinks, clapping her hands over her mouth. She just didn't sing that often--even though her voice wasn't -too- bad. But, who was there to listen or even care? Looking up at James, she shakes her head, trying her hardest to resist the urge to sing. Just what was going on here?! But, it's too much, and finally, she just can't help herself, bursting out into song yet again, moving her hands away from her mouth.

Breaker number nine, mah baby
Put your ears on for me now
Big heart don't got to have a big lie
So come on, you sexy lucker
You got to come back Mother ohh...
Keep seeing double
Less I close one eye

We're gonna roll, roll, roll you sexy lucker
I ain't ashamed bout the shape I'm in
Roll, roll, roll mother ohh...
My heart's startin' to beat again
Roll, roll, roll you sexy lucker
Together now, 'till the end
Roll, roll, roll you sexy lucker
I'm back on my feet again

James Proudstar has posed:
James moves closer to NIcole, the magic of this night knows no bounds, as he pulls her into this arms, dancing close and matching the rhythm of the music,

I'm running out of fights
Nowhere to keep the alright
Four hours sleep every 2 nights
But Im gonna be alright
Not half way done
Got to live to see the dawn
I'm strong as true steel, sharp as a knife
I wonder if my babys alone

We're going to roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
You say where and I say when
Roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
Im back on my feet again
Roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
Turn it around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll Sexy Lucker
Im hoping that it will not end .

Moon over Genosha
Big Sentinel
I've got a hurry
I'm a prisoner of beliefs
Im a mutant defender
I aint got no family though
cause the govenant won't let them go.
Still wont run the show
And the only man telling me where to go
Is the man I owe my soul

We're going to roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
You say where and I say when
Roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
Im back on my feet again
Roll, roll, roll sexy Lucker
Turn it around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll Sexy Lucker
Im hoping that it will not end.

Hellboy has posed:
Golden years, gold whop whop whop," Hellboy sings.
Golden years, gold whop whop whop," Hellboy sings.
Golden years, gold whop whop whop," Hellboy sings.
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere
Angel
Come get up, my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up, my baby
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop," Hellboy sings.
Come get up, my baby
Last night they loved you
Opening doors and pulling some strings
Angel
Come get up, my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up, my baby
I'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years
Gold

Golden years, gold whop whop whop," Hellboy sings.

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
For the love of all things holy, there has to be an end to this madness! What in the name of all things magical is going on here! J'onn barely has time to catch his breath before he starts this strutting walk and one more time, begins to sing and dance, and air guitar and lords of all help!

Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
Dj spinnin' I said, "My My"
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
François c'est pas, Flash ain't no dude
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eatin' bars, yeah wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
Said don't stop to punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up

A jamming guitar rift later and J'onn finds himself outside the effect. Turning slowly he looks back toward where he just was wondering wwhat when the hell just happened and if there is anything he can do to help. Everyone has music in their head, he can tell that much, but why or how, is beyond him. Finally clear, he can begin to search out who might be causing this.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
'My days are so busy it's making me dizzy
There's so much I gotta do
There's practice and meetings and music sight readings
and casting interviews
Gotta go to a lesson
All while trying to hide my identity
Then it's off to the Bean
Where my barista friend
Wants to make a tea for me
Then it's back to my room, where I resume
My attempt to write a hit
Just me and my drink can't help but to think
That I might be losing it'

As the urge to sing starts to well up again, Mike clamps his hands around his mouth, giving a rhythmic muffled sound as he sings into his hands..

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sings

I only want to say

If there is a way

Take Nadiaaaaa awaaaay from me

For I will surely

Be her downfall

She's started

I'm so tired

I'm not as clear as when

Iiiiii met her...

He keeps growing, the cybernetics in his suit keeping him conscious. Though as he begins an encore he winces anyway. Having his inner demons dragged out via show tunes. Even Kang never stooped that low! He's pure white Anglo-Saxon. He doesn't pour out his feelings. Both wives said he was the least romantic man they ever met. That drivel still pours from his lips. Apparently he has a West Side Story fixation.

I hate...

This song right here

He stops and looks around, dwarfing the buildings around him. Now he can get the culprit. He pulls a small telescope out of his pocket and scans the street below him, too big to dare moving his feet. He watches the crowd for something odd, and pulls tweezers out of his belt with his free hand.

Clint Barton has posed:
SHEILD's a mess
It's a lot of stress
Maybe it's affecting my brain

I must confess
I've been under duress
Maybe I'm going insane

He moves into a piano solo, looking around while he's not singing for anything that might be suspicious

There must be a reason
For this singing out of season
It's getting to be a real pain!

Hellboy has posed:
Duplicate Hellboy says, "I lack pizazz


When I don't kick ask me no questions

I'll tell you no lies

But one of these mornings

You'll ask for some fries

With that

As you step up to the counter

Breaking the music

It seems is not allowter."

Hellboy has posed:
(appearing in small subtext at the bottom of the screen) "To Allowter: I Allowter, You Allowtate, We Allowtate, They Allowtate, Thou Shalt Allowter. Allowter (alouter): v, to strain at a rhyming, to deliberately press the boundaries of metaphysics in a light hearted plot like a mime desperately pounding on the invisible wall.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
There's an exchanged of muffled song and backup singers as the pair he shushed earlier kick back into things. HOW DO THEY KNOW THE LYRICS?!

MMmmpf fff.'

'He's tired.'

'MMmmpf fff.'

'He's tired.'

'MMmmpf fff.'

'He's tired.'

'MmMMMpphh ffm ffff!'

Eyes closing, Mike inwardly curses in the breaks. Ok. So when he doesn't have anything to say, he ends up singing about fatigue. Great. So... find a new topic. Once he reaches the talking bit of the song, he gives some thought. Ok lyrics on the fly but of his choosing. Come on. THINK!

Hands moving from his mouth, he starts to sing again. His song this time.

'This is worrysome
Need to break a rule.
All this forced song
Is not that cool.'

Mike falls to his knees hands pressing together. Head tilting upwards he gives pleading eyes

'Sweet Cecilia
Please hear my prayer
Cage your songbird,
Prevent despair!'

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
This having to sing and dance is getting old for some. Especially when there is a couple that is walking and are confronted by a woman that starts SCREAMING at the top of her lungs about being pregnant with the mans baby and all hell breaks loose at that point. The proverbial cat fight ensues between the two ladies and a nearby bicycle cop clutches the moment to ride in like a hero on horseback.

BUT! The voices and the operatics are starting to dwindle off. Maybe there is hope on the horizon. Mike's prayer to Saint Cecilia seems to have been answered, that or there is someone turning the volume down on the universe due to the cacophony of noises.

Slowly, people start to go back to their original voices. Some looking completely abashed by the sounds they were making. Which some of them should be ashamed!

Hellboy has posed:
Duplicate Hellboy air guitars and writes a message on a randomly donated cell phone from some guy to shield about what is happening in an alternate universe that has a lot of souls trapped in it. He knows he is a magical construct and will cease to be in a matter of moments.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Oh, well. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Nicole just bursts out laughing, throwing caution to the wind. If she was going to be compelled to sing, she was going to sing to who she hoped was a very willing audience, and tell 'em like it was! Grinning at James, she takes both his hands, and breaks into song yet again!

Whatever happened to Saturday Night
When we dressed up sharp and you felt alright
We stayed together 'till the morning light
You came into my life, I thought you were divine

I used to thump around all alone and go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a rock 'n' roll show
We climbed in the back seat
Really had a good time

You're a hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hot patootie, bless my soul
Come on, let's go and rock and roll!

James Proudstar has posed:
My head still a swimmin your scent on my lips
My hands on your body tension under your skin
Hear your heart race, feel your lips part, and that's when I'll melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight, she really was mine
Got to get out for this spell goes too long
Fore these heroes are singing our very last song
With your arms around me girl we both do sing along
You felt pretty good, woo
Really had a good time

You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll

You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
Come on, let's go and rock and roll!

You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll
You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
I really love when we rock and roll

You're a hottie mutant, bless my soul
Come on, let's go and rock and roll!

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As the voices start to lessen, Mike remains on the knees, repeating the verse but softer this time. Just for good measure. The good news is he's not feeling an uncontrolable urge to sing beyond that and he is no longer hearing the orchestra or the backup singers.

When the music completly dies away, he glances around to the scene, lowering his hands.

"...Thank you."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy doesn't die, he only fades away....like Elvis. And like Elvis, Duplicate Hellboy has left the building.

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn can hear the minds calming down now, the music fading away, so he risks inching a bit closer than he was and finds he no longer needs to break into song just by existing. Hastening his step, he heads back to the area where he saw Hank, and now just Hank's VERY LARGE feet. He looks UP the man, not even remotely able to see his face from this distance, so starts flying up his body to reach the face.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is finally able to stop singing, and brings his piano playing to a halt as well. Looking around and seeing everyone else seems to be returning to normal as well, he looks up... and up.. and up.. at Hank and blinks. "Well, that's unexpected."

James Proudstar has posed:
The verse fades away and the mutants are left there, just two people on a street, well, in a street, and its New York so there's barely a few minutes before the traffic starts again, but in that moment, they stand lost in each other, in the song and what it revealed, the dancing, the singing, they are out of breath breathing hard, with exertion but maybe something more. The amelodiuos sounds of honking horns finally break the spell and send them towards the sidewalk, both smiling, hands interwined.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     For one shining moment, caught on the knife's edge between when the music ends and time resumes it's normal shape, Nicole and James are lost in a world all their own. Their fingers are entwined, and neither one seems at all inclined to escape the draw of the other's gaze. Two hearts are beating as one, a timpani beat that, for a few moments more, drowns out the sound of traffic as time resumes.

     With eyes shining, and her lips curled upwards in a smile, Nicole leans close, the moment the two are safely on the sidewalk. "Let's get out of here," she purrs, planting a sweet kiss upon his cheek. With a squeeze of her hand, she sets off with him, the two fading in amongst so many others, lost in the crowd--and each other.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks about with his pocket telescope and suddenly sees a familiar green face. No not her.

"J'Onn... what the futz is happening?" He starts shrinking. He feels anything over 100 feet acutely these days. "I think I sang out the equivalent of a few hundred hours of therapy." He reaches building height and the shrinking accelerates. Hank lets out a long breath at six feet, no wait, everyone is short. He shrinks a bit more. There. That's right. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" he yells.

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn J'onzz follows Hank down as he shrinks. "If I could answer that question Hank, I believe that I would in fact become the richest man on the planet. The effect was quite large, everyone was singing. You may have sang out therapy, but I think I now need therapy."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Music gone and things seemingly settled. Mike gets up to his feet.

Speaking of feet, Hank has some big ones right now which leads to Mike tilting his head upwards to watch the Avenger looking to J'onn. He steps forward a bit, hearing picking up Clint's comment. "I think most all of that was unexpected." Mike replies, giving a bit of a relieved laugh. Hearing Hank's question, he looks over to the scientist. "A lot of weird, Hank. A lot of weird."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint Barton says, "I've had therapy. It's a waste of money. I say, drinking is the correct answer at this exact point. Sooner or later we will forget how much we just embarrassed ourselves."