Owner	Pose
Nico Minoru	The Help! appseems to be expanding it's presence. Now it covers most of the West Coast (California, really); New England (mainly NYC and Boston), and now the Gulf Area (Houston and New Orleans). The expanse is larger, and there are in general 'at-large' inquiries for help. The latest one that comes from New Orleans is something that has been spreading amongst mystic circles. A jacket. Eating people. Or at least, that's what people are saying. It also says that the jacket is connected to a young man; kinda chonky; kinda depressed; likes to stay in the alleyways of New Orleans; potentially sells magical drugs. And that's where our heroes are today. Investigating whether or not a jacket is eating people... and of course, the magical drugs. Amanda Sefton of the X-Men and WAND of SHIELD would let their members know that a trip would be paid for, so... that's where our heroes find themselves in New Orleans, not too far from Bourbon Street, later in the evening. WOOOO! Drunk people! Strippers! And more!
Nikolas Kamarov	New Orleans. Of all the places that the Russian could be sent and he's tasked to go to New Orleans. You don't need a plane ticket when you can fly so he took off after reading the mission packet. Jacket. Magic Drugs. Portly kid. Setting down in the outskirts of the town away from people, Nikolas turns on his stealth suit and bypassing traffic, runs towards the meet up destination of the other members(s) of this rag tag team. Not seeing anyone, he sets off towards the last know location of Mr. Jacket. Watching and waiting to see who or what comes to buy magic pixie dust. Or watch someone get eaten by a jacket. He is not apart of the APP, Winter, while tech savvy, thinks that app is silly. Be your own damn hero!
Jonothon Starsmore	Well, offering to investigate weird occurences is probably one way to get into the X-Men's good graces. Which is how Jonothon finds himself down in New Orleans, looking into rumors of jacket eating kids, or whatever it is. He really wasn't paying attention beyond the fact that it's somehow related to that damn HELP! app. The plot thickens. So our leather-strapped young Brit finds himself meandering down one of the less popular (to the tourists, at least) avenues in town. Nondescript in black leather in a town like this. Just another body heading from point A to point B and seeing what weirdness shows up in the space between.