9919/Refugee Wrangling

Refugee Wrangling
Date of Scene:	31 January 2022
Location:	Cafeteria and Bar
Synopsis:	Lorna, Clarice, Creed and Juggernaut have a chat over how to handle the human refugees from New York. No one seems to agree on much.
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Victor Creed, Clarice Ferguson, Cain Marko

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Lorna Dane has posed:
Humans. And others. But mostly humans were currently aboard the asteroid as a means of handling the overflow of refugees from New York fleeing the asteroids. Genosha had it's hands full as well but they were at least very adept at this point in handling refugees in general having recently recovered from such issues themselves. There were just... Too many people.

Lorna had been splitting her time between Genosha (which was running just fine she was assured) and the asteroid to help where she could. Currently, she'd just finished a shift in the cafeteria of all places helping to dole out food. While it was well staffed it was also short handed with the influx of people. A few had offered to help, of course, but it was such a touchy situation either way

With a plate laden with some food for herself she heads for the bar thanking every fiber of her being that Mystique had made it off limits to all but the Brotherhood and station crew. It would be a place of repreive at least. The guards are passed with a nod and murmer of thanks only for her to plunk her tray down on the first available table a bit away from the door. She follows soon after, sinking down into a chair and trying very hard to not smell of the sloppy joes she'd been helping serve for the past two hours.

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed's choice of wardrobe today is a very stylish pair of blue jeans with blood stained accents, frayed cuffs, and random rips. Clearly from the big and tall, this item also happens to be the only article of clothing the individual has bothered with and from his disheveled state, it was a stretch from him to care enough to not just roam the halls of the asteroid in the nude.

His poison is a bottle of everclear for the sheer utility that if he drinks it fast enough, he actually feels something. One can easily surmise that the feral individual isn't thrilled with the current state of things. His luxuries had been impacted by the influx of refugees. Victor Creed didn't respond well to inconvenience when he set his mind on something. Even the thrilling possibility of a human stepping over the line and giving him an excuse for a fresh kill had been taken away by Mystique's advanced preparation.

"Can't we just let the weak die..." He mutters to himself before he chugs.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice has been scarce around the Asteroid since the angelic invasion had started as her teleportation powers have been in high demand - moving refugees and supplies around, making sure everyone was safe, housed, warm, fed, and medically cared for. She'd also helped with some of th battles.
    Now, though, she has a bottle of scotch in front of her - and seems to be trying to find the bottom of it, as she stares with a deep frown into the bottom of her glass. She doesn't even seem aware of the familiar flash of green hair that just entered, though she does glance towards Creed - just for a moment, amusement flashing across her features. "There's some that might have called me weak - when you first met me," she points out simply.

Cain Marko has posed:
The heavy pounding of footsteps marks the impending arrival of the next individual. The vibrations may even cause the surface of some drinks to ripple and wobble in anticipation of whatever is approaching. It's all so very..Jurassic Park like and when the entrance to the Cafeteria slides open to reveal the mammoth presence of The Juggernaut ..all that preceeding fanfare just makes sense doesn't it.

He's in full regalia, armored and ridiculously huge, moving through the doors like a semi truck entering a garage. Fortunantely the Asteroid is one of the few places 'sized' for individuals of less then typical proportions so once he's through the entrance he's able to fully expand his shoulder width, straighten up and look around. His helmet is off as well, so he must feel fairly comfortable here. His expression a resting scowl as his sharp blue eyes dot over persons of interest. He lingers his gaze on Creed and then Clarice and then finally Lorna.

A second later and the rumble begins again as he starts a direct approach for the tired looking green haired gal.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna Dane had begun to slump in her chair just indulging in feeling tired now that she could rest a moment. The familiar voices snap her out of her haze of sleepiness though, which causes her to look over toward Creed and Clarice. A small breath is drawn to muster more strength to rise again...

Just in time for the heavy stomps of Juggernaut's footsteps to approach. She raises her head toward him with a nudge of her chin toward the table she was about to encroach on. No sense she couldn't be social with her friend and ... him... once in awhile. "Hope you don't mind the smell of horrible lunch meat," she offers simply as she claims a seat across from Clarice.

"How are you two holding up?" In spite of the question being aimed toward both she fixes her gaze studiously on Creed. A questioning look is shot toward Clarice as if asking silently how bad he was. She was trying to be more thoughtful about her friend's relationship with the man even if he at times still gave her the shivers.

"Have a seat, Juggernaut. Food and drink if you want," she adds with a small gesture bar-ward. "Thanks for coming."

Victor Creed has posed:
Giving Clarice the side-eye for a moment, he considers. "Kid... there's somethin' to be said for potential. Some got it, and its worth temptin' it out of them. Hell, its outright entertainin' sometimes. Others are useless and borin'. Just walkin' bags of meat that need to be culled from the herd."

He tilts his head back and takes a long drink, "You.. You had potential and still got it."

As the ground shakes, he grins a little bit as a sadistic though crosses his mind. "Oh Big Red is around. Bet a few of our guests are pissin' in their boots just from the thuds."

Looking up to eye Lorna, he chuffs a laugh. "Eh, worse smellin' things onboard then whatever the deli is puttin' out. As for holdin' up... Not my kind of war. Rather be rippin' up anti-mutant politicians then dealin' with... Angels."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Lorna asks such a deceptively simple question - the sort of thing people wave aside easily without really answering all the time, but it seems to hit Clarice harder than expected as she frowns, her gaze dropping back down to her cup again. "I'm... holding up," is all she says, before abruptly draining her glass, and reaching for the bottle to refill it.
    "Some people'll surprise you, Mister Creed," Clarice remarks, focusing instead on Creed's words. "If you give them the chance. And some folks have other ways of contributing, you know? Might not be a fighter, but... you know. Doctors and scientists and the like. Got their uses." Her gaze flicks to Cain, offering the man a simple nod, before her attention returns to her hands, taking another sip from her glass.

Cain Marko has posed:
Yeah..when you're the type of guy whose mere mention at the possiblity of your presence in an area can cause mass evacuation...just strolling down a hallway can be a problem for others, let alone if they're already jittery a the situation well out of their control.

Juggernaut himself seems at least neutral towards all of the refugee presence if, perhaps, slightly curious.

"You rang?" he rumbles at Lorna in an unintentional imitation of Lurch whe drawing near and looming over the table. He absently spins his domed helmet on a single tree branch thick finger as he listens to the exchange between the other three and then eventually does take a seat, dropping his weight down onto a sizable and reinforced seat and setting his helmet onto the next nearest table in arms reach.

"You guys got a lot of company eh? Gotham didn't want to take any more folk in or you just lookin' for good press?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna Dane reaches over to place a hand over Clarice's giving it a light squeeze. "How's Theo?" She asks quieter knowing that this was a topic that would also worry her friend. The other topics aren't ignored though. Multi-tasking was, as usual, something she did as second nature.

"This is kind of what Genosha has been going through for far too long at this point. Genosha also took it's share of refugees," she assures Cain with a slight tip of her head toward him as explanation. "The population of New York is rather large overall. Though I did my best to keep certain types out of Genosha. Gotham can have the Humans First for all I care."

"That is why I did ask you here though, Juggernaut. We could use some help with security all around to keep things calm. You're a rather intimidating presence, after all..." She trails off flashing a faint smirk toward Creed. "As pointed out. Also, what the hell are you drinking? Paint thinner?"

Shaking her head at the very thought of straight Everclear she calls over to the barman, "Get some of that apple pie moonshine over here would you?"

Victor Creed has posed:
"Don't ask me. Mystique handles all that political shit." The feral assassin responds in kind to Jugs before taking another chug from his bottle.

Clarice's comments still soaking into his thoughts, he frowns a little. "Do we need all that? Grand scheme of things... Doesn't Darwin sort out a lot of what all those damn nerds fight against? Just makin' the weak live longer. Complicatin' life. I mean... they create some damn interestin' things, but do we need it? Fuck if I know. Some of the best times in my life were surrounded by snow, trees, and blood. No docs. No scientists."

Creed looks down at his bottle, "Paint thinner might work better." Eyes shifting toward Cain, "Oh I see how it is. Gotta protect the humies from me, but he's perfect for a security detail."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Theo's fine," Clarice answers immediately. "I mean - he's kinda pissed at me, keeping him away from this fight. Keeping him safe. But... what's the point of saving the world, if I lose my brother doing it?" she asks bluntly - quickly adding, "...don't tell him I said that, he'll get all pissed. And... in a year, I won't have any say what fights he does or doesn't involve himself in."
    She frowns, taking another sip of her scotch before repeating, "Theo's fine."
    Her gaze goes to Creed next before she adds, "We don't all have healing factor's like yours. If I get hurt - I need a doctor. I mean, same with Lorna. So yeah - we really need them," she points out flatly.
    She drinks again from her glass, looking towards Cain. "The good press helps. We're trying to change our image, and helping protect the people of New York and save the world... well. It has its uses."

Cain Marko has posed:
The very notion of Lorna's request seems genuinely amusing to Juggernaut who allows a visible but tight lipped grin to stretch from ear to ear as he considers Lorna's request.

"Wha? I dust up with folk like Thor and Shazam with an arm behind my back but you need my level of muscle for security? Who you got back there, the Hulk?" It's not a no mind you but he seems both amused and surprised.

He indicates Victor with a meaty thumb, his smile showing teeth now as he rumbles, "Kitty cat here can't keep 'em in line? One look at Creed at they should be pissin' the beds!"

He then seems to fully absorb Creed's words and the overall implication and he purses his lips into an 'o' shape, looking briefly to Clarice and then back to Creed before chuckling and shrugging boulder sized shoulders helplessly, "well..you'd think they'd be pretty stupid to start stuff up here. Not exactly the most advantageous place to be in and be on the bad side of the hosts. Mind you...people -are- pretty stupid..."

Lorna Dane has posed:
"He's fine, Clarice. It's not his first rodeo and he survived well enough before you helped him. He'll do even better with your help now," Lorna assures her friend with a small smile. Then her drink comes, and she tips it back with a grimace at the burn. The flavor was good but it was still moonshine.

"They're not *all* human," Lorna shoots back at Creed with a little wag of her fork in his direction. It's then stabbed into the plate of her dinner trying to find something decent in the mush of ground beef and sauce. While she would have liked something else she wasn't going to be the one leaving people screaming favoritism by having a different meal than what the refugees were being served.

"That's why I'm concerned about security--between the refugees themselves. We've got a group of scared people from various places crammed together. Rival gangs, bigots, humans and mutants and anything else you can think of that might cause divisiveness. I've no doubt that the asteroid and Brotherhood can handle themselves. It's keeping fights from breaking out among one another that needs to be addressed as well." She pauses to glance at Creed with eyebrows raising slightly. "Unless you prefer I assign him to be your babysitter? I'm sure you two have plenty to talk about and reminisce over to pass the time." Is that... was she teasing him? Maybe a bit.

A regretful bite of sloppy joe is taken to munch on with a grimace at the flavor. It was edible though, so she forces herself to take another few quick bites before washing it down with a gulp of water. "I know you can take on much larger issues, Juggernaut, but I also know you can be trusted to do your job once paid. And I may need your help down on Genosha as well for a similar reason depending how things go there with *those* refugees. So it's not just a one-off thing." Here she pauses with a more serious expression. "Keep in mind mutants tend to manifest their abilities during moments of high stress. It's quite possible that the teenagers we're loaded down with might suddenly, and perhaps explosively, come into their abilities. There's no way of knowing until it happens unless we genetically test every refugee for the x-gene. I doubt they'll agree to that."

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed sets his bottle down and drags his palms over his face, tugging at the flesh of his cheeks. His nails drag momentarily across his skin, leaving little red rivulets that quickly heal. "Right... Kid. Point taken."

Looking toward Cain, he nods in agreement. "Pretty sure they already pissed."

After a few more words from Juggernaut, he grins. "And you know, I can enforce things without spacin' the whole lot of them. Big Red farts the wrong way and he'll blow an air lock."

He grabs his bottle and takes another swig. "Not that I mind.. short of the few people I like gettin' an unwanted space tour."

Watching Lorna over his bottle neck as she describes more of the situation. "Perfect opportunity to cull the herd. Let's have an accident and accidentally exposes some of the undesirables to the vacuum. It'll save mutant lives in the long run. Hell.. let's -concentrate- the humans. Sounds damn poetic if you ask me."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "We only space problematic elements here. That's what teleportation is for," Clarice remarks flatly - picking up her glass once more and knocking it back. There's a momentary stumble as she abruptly slides off her seat - just how much of that bottle did she drink? - but she catches her balance before adding, "I have some work I need to finish up. I should go. Don't slaughter any refugees, huh? I find you some more Islamic extremists to murder, okay?"
    With a nod towards the trio - she starts towards the door in something that approximates a straight line.

Cain Marko has posed:
Creed's first bit of return banter causes Juggernaut to wrinkle his nose in a bit of combined annoyed-bemusement. He emits a non committal grunt, neither confirming nor denying the effect of his farts..

The rest of Creed's statement causes the immense man to visibly roll his eyes as he rests one arm on the table and gesture flippantly with the other.

"Yeah that makes sense. Cause when you return the refugees to Earth and half of 'em are, I dunno, dead, then it'll just be good exercise for Mystique's spin doctorin'. And we'll throw in a few visible sightings of The Juggernaut on the Asteroid when this all happened. You know. For extra credit..."

Lorna Dane has posed:
It wasn't easy to anger Lorna usually. There were certain phrases though that just hit the right spots. Like 'isolate' and 'concentrate' and 'cull the herd.' Anger flares openly in her eyes causing a momentary shift in color from the bright green to a pale white. There's even a little rumble around the bar as metal objects vibrate under the influence of her emotions before she gets herself under control.

"I would really, really advise you not to say such things like that, Creed. My family has a poor history with concentration camps after all," she reminds. "Besides that, not every newly emerged mutant wants to have the deaths of others on their minds."

The cutlery calms down as does she with a sideways rock of her neck causing her to pop a few times in response. "All right. Much as some of us might have different opinions on things, right now we're the good guys." Not that SHE ever was otherwise. Usually. "And put on a shirt, dammit," she utters beneath her breath while tipping back another gulp of her moonshine.

Victor Creed has posed:
"Well, I've never really been one for keepin' up appearances have I?" Creed responds plainly to Jugs after waving off Clarice as she wobbles out of the bar.

"And its those appearances that keep shacklin' us from bein' decisive in the war." He wasn't referring to the angels. "No shit Lorna. I was there. Ever think turn around might be a bit of fair play on some of the fascist and racists fucks takin' up the oxygen? How the hell did we get so damn soft..."

Creed simply grins and rolls his eyes at the shirt comment. "Thanks for noticin' your majesty."

Cain Marko has posed:
Another non committal grunt emerges from the giant. Human by birth..currently a...avatar? Embodiment? Some sort of 'thing'? He doesn't usually put much thought into it but when these conversations turn this way it makes it uncomfortably front and center and ultimately he rumbles, "I aint up here to fight a war against humanity, Creed. That don't mean I stand by and let the folk I associate with get run over by them..or anyone for that matter."

Juggernaut grunts, rubbing the back of his wheel girthed neck before looking to Lorna, "I might have some things lined up I gotta get into and but sure..I'll pop up now nad again while this is going on and see what I can do to keep folk in line.."

Lorna Dane has posed:
"No, I *don't.* Because I'd rather not become the monsters they were," Lorna offers back stubbornly while crossing her arms over her chest. She leans back in her chair, clearly bobbing her foot beneath the table in a very irrate way. "Hard not to notice," she shoots back before realizing this was going absolutely no where. She was annoyed, distracted, and not thinking clearly. Far too easy to get one over on here now.

Her attention shifts back to Cain with a small nod. "That's all I ask. I'm splitting my time between here and Genosha as much as I can. Most Genoshans see me as a steady figure, and I'm hoping my presence here on occasion will help Mystique's attempt at changing how people see the Brotherhood, too." Not that she was certain one way or another.

Victor Creed has posed:
"There was a time where this was a pack of fellow monsters with a cause." Creed mutters in a fit of nostalgia then pushes up from the time. He growls in frustration and shakes his head. "Mmmm... Someone call me when we need somethin' dead. I might go on a field trip and give the rock some space while its packed full of all this... meat."

"If I stick around, I might get a target on my own back anyway. Think I'll take Blink's offer to drop me in the desert somewhere..." He finishes off his bottle and experts basketball shoots it into a nearby bin. "Or maybe Madripoor. I wonder if they got angel problems."

He shrugs and starts stalking his way back toward his room.

Cain Marko has posed:
"It don't sound like it's your refugees that's the problem 'ere. Maybe mixing them up onto an Asteroid with folk who hate 'em might not have been the best move." observes Cain with a quick glance to Lorna and then back towards Creed, watching as he makes his way towards the door. He doesn't look envious of the situation at all.

"..Madripoor does sound like it might be on the to-do list though.."

He reaches back over and grabs his helmet again, placing it between both meaty hands now and now and turning it end over end.

"Might wanna spend some time getting your people on the same page. Gonna be kinda hard to change the world without doing that.."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna Dane reaches up to rub her temples with both hands as Creed stomps off. "That's... That's part of my problem. Genosha I can handle, but it's my father and Mystique in charge of the Brotherhood. All I can do is help out." Sighing quietly she murmurs, "Also not my choice to bring refugees here. What's done is done." Now to deal with the fallout of it all.

"There are times I rather wish I could run off and punch people along with you lot. For now though, take care," she offers to Juggernaut with a nod.

Cain Marko has posed:
"Well your other option is probably worse in my book and that's cozying up to my stupid step-brother and his kiddies and seeing what they're doing about it all. Don't look like much."

Cain has stood and there's a flash of red light as his helmet is placed back up top and magically sealed, truly cementing him as 'on duty' as The Juggernaut.

"So from where I stand, you're probably doing the best job you can. Laters."

And with that he's off, heading for the door. Maybe he'll harass Creed a bit more on his way off the Asteroid. Who doesn't like harassing Creed?