Owner	Pose
Wade Wilson	Traffic was bad. Really bad. Like bumper to bumper bad, and so the posh limo that had come with this baby sitting duty was now growing stale. Here he was, on posh security detail, paid six times his usual fee that he jokingly offered because he didnt actually want to provide security for Ledecko Ledush, latest Youtube trendor and social influencer who had been threatened by a hoard of angry fans who felt he had betrayed their trust when he confessed that he didnt want to do this anymore, and driving to the airport, Wade figured it would be easy. But here they were, thirty minutes away from the airport, and he was bored, REALLY really bored. He is now playing with the power windows. As he does, one of the people in the car near by spots Ledecko and immediately begins sending people images of where Ledecko is. Angry fans begin to congregate. Ledecko looks at Wade, furious, "What did you do?!?" "I dunno...what DID I do?
Beatriz da Costa	Bumper to bumper traffic. To the airport. This is new. Nobody has ever had to contend with this before. Nope. Nosirree. This is clearly a once in a century situation. Well, OK, maybe not for car drivers, but for motorcycle drivers? "Leave a bit of a gap in between the cars you idiotas estupidos!" (OOC: Accents elided because, well, bug.) Beatriz Da Costa is being inconvenienced. Do they not know this!? "As linhas retas sao um problema para voce!?" Beatriz fumes as she forcibly pushes the "monster" (her Ducati Desmosedici) manually through a twisty gap before finally finding a straightaway stretch between lanes clear for a few km. She then guns it ... just in time for the first angry fan to pop up between cars a few cars ahead, causing her to have to brake so hard her back wheel comes off the road for a bit. "Qual o problema com voce!?" she calls out. "You lookin' to die? This is a road, not a parking lot!" Beat. "I mean I know what it looks like, but it's a road!" Beat. "Why you carry a baseball bat?"
Laxmi Mallick	Laxmi was unaware of the brewing drama - the young mutant musician was simply on her way to her next gig, dressed in her Kathak dance costume, with a brightly colored skirt, and silk leggings - a matha patti secured to the sides of her hair, and down the center as well, leaving a pendant dangling at her forehead. Her blouse is tight fighting, and leaves her midriff exposed. In her hand she carries the instrument case for her sarod, and a bag is slung over one shoulder as she hums to herself, and walks.     She rounds a corner, her steps starting to slow as she spots people with cellphones out, crowding the sidewalks and stepping out onto the street - many of them yelling angrily and- is someone actually hurling rotten tomatoes at the limo? That's an actual thing?
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson takes out a machine gun, and pops open the sun roof of the limo. "HELLO nice people. This is a machine gun. The good news, it is loaded with rubber bullets because my client doesnt have insurance to cover death unless we use non lethal means first, plus you're just pathetic internet trolls and that's not worthy of death unto itself but IT WILL hurt a lot.." Someone throws a tomato at him and he tastes some, "Nice! I could see that going nicely with some salsa..." The mob begins to move all around the limo.
Beatriz da Costa	OK, this is a bit much to take in. Perched on her bike, Bea looks at the gathering crowd, throwing tomatoes, wielding a bewildering variety of improvised weapo... Wait, is that a board with a nail? "I thought that was a joke!" she mutters to herself as she processes the scene. "Aliens fleeing in terror from a board with a spike!" Then the man pops up with the machine gun. It's time for action! You don't take a machine gun to a crowd! Bea leaps clear of her bike and turns into a mass of plasma, immolating her clothing. "He will pay for that!" she mutters as she takes to the air, ready to zap the machine gu... Rubber. Rubber bullets. "OK, the threat is the crowd. Shock and awe." Fire, now, Bea flies straight at the ground, ready to ... how does that dork put it? Oh, right. "Flame on!"
Laxmi Mallick	"What the actual-" Laxmi doesn't say it. She's a //lady,// damnit. And she has decorum - something this mob sadly lacks. "Ladies! Gentlemen! I'm sure there's no need for all this fuss!" As she speaks, she concentrates on her ability to alter the emotions of others around her, attempting to command their attention, and soothe rage down to a calmer state. "Why don't we all discuss the problem more rationally?" she suggests - as a man pops out of the limo's roof with a machine gun, and a takes to the air and- sets herself on fire?     "You're all determined to make this difficult, aren't you?" she laments to herself.
Wade Wilson	The crowd initially seems highly receptive to Laxmi's getting their attention but that is rapidly broken by the machine gun and flame....they begin to rock the limo back and forth and coordinate in surpring numbers. Wade shrugs and opens fire with short bursts of rubber bullets and this briefly makes people retreat in panic but then more approach, angered and confident in their numbers. There are a LOT of people who dont like this guy. Wade briefly looks at the camera, "What a predicament amiright?" Then the machine gun runs out of ammo....he is out of rubber bullets. Decisions, decisions....
Beatriz da Costa	Well, there's the opening. The rubber bullets have caused the crowd to fall back. That's the shock. Now is the time for the awe. Bea flies in low and hard from behind the limo, doing a last-second pop-up to bring down a curtain of flame from her fingertips in a semicircle that sets a border between the crowd and the limo. The smell of melting asphalt stings the noses of anybody within a few dozen metres almost instantly as the asphalt along that border wall melts and sags and turns to liquid tar with rocks suspended in it. As she settles in, standing next to the limousine, she broadens the patch of molten asphalt, to make it the kind of barrier that people would be loathe to cross for fear of falling into it. "I think that is about enough!" she calls out in a commanding voice. "Set down your improvised weaponry and lynching tools and disperse!" The green flaming lady puts on an assertive face like she's not brooking any argument. "Now!" A quick little lesson in road design. Asphalt roads are made in layers. In brief there are three layer groupings: surface, base, and subbase, each made of different substance mixes. Melting the asphalt on one of these is largely a neutral issue. The base course will stop the molten asphalt from going anywhere. This is the kind of road you see on most highways. This is not a highway. This is a service road in an airport. The road works underlying the asphalt are filled with all kinds of extras: electrical cabling, water pipes, sewage pipes ... that kind of thing. Some of them don't like being heated. They express this dislike by having superheated steam burst through weakened pipe walls. I bring this up to explain the sudden bursting forth from the ground of heated raw sewage.
Laxmi Mallick	"Yes - hello?" Laxmi says into the phone. "I'm at the corner of..." she glances around, and quickly rattles off her location, "And there's some sort of mob assaulting a car - rocking it back and forth. We need police intervention quickly. I don't know what they're upset about, but- HEY!"     Letting out a gasp, Laxmi quickly jumps back at someone from the mob snatches her phone from her hand, quickly crushing it underfoot - as if this does anything to prevent the police from arriving. After all, she'd already given out the most pertinent information. "That was... RUDE!" she calls at the man - her tone incensed, but this looks like it could start going poorly very quickly, as she watches people smack the limo with their makeshift weapons.     Determined to keep this from getting out of hand - she takes a deep breath, down to the pit of her stomach, and begins to sing, projecting her voice for all it's worth and relying on years and years of vocal training and Juilliard and years before that. As she does, she tries to feel a feeling of calm into the words - and a sense of lassitude. When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.     Before she can start on the next verse how - the fumes from the molten asphalt and busted sewer pipe assault her as she takes a deep, poorly timed breath - and she lapses into a fit of coughing, and retching. UGH.
Wade Wilson	Shrugging, Wade slips in the live ammunition into the machine gun, ready to go to town if need be. But it turns out it isnt, between the live sewage (ew) and the emotional calming, the crowd mostly begins to depart. It isnt a clean thing, they still rock the car back and forth a few times. One person throws a brick at Wade, who goes, "Ow" but dribble by dribble they disperse, listen or go back to their car. Wade looks up at Beatriz and says, "What a wonderful smell you've discovered your highness." He waits about 30 seconds and then says, "And THANK YOU for giving me the chance to say that, its been literally years.
Beatriz da Costa	A few blobs of the filth wing their way straight at Fire. And through fire. Or rather, inside fire. Before they get incinerated to the point that even the ash is gone. (Cleaning bills? What are those? Replacing her outfit entirely with each outing bills she's intimately familiar with, but cleaning?) The result is a human-shaped clean outline against the spattered limo. Bea stares at the strange man with the machine gun as he delivers the joke, unsure of how to respond. Then she's thanked. "I ... don't get it?" she finally admits. "Is that a line from something?"
Laxmi Mallick	Laxmi manages to clear her lungs, though it takes her a few moments, and she shifts her position so she's upwind of the stench. Not that that will contain it completely, but it helps. "Gracious, I thought everyone knew Star Wars," she remarks in an amused tone, as she continues to watch the retreating masses. She'd wait to be certain they were really gone before she'd move along - though the cars being held up by the traffic, and the mob, and the //fire// start starting to honk more insistently.
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson looks at the Camera and SQUEEs like a fan girl. Then he looks at Beatriz, "you need to fly and go find a TV and stream Star Wars a New Hope...note, be careful that its the right star wars, but seriously, SO...AWESOME. You'll thank me later. Dont watch them in order...I dont make any apologies for Jar Jar...not my fault...not my circus not my monkeyies..." He nod to Laxmi, "Well maybe she is from the past or the distant future or something. I am Deadpool by the way nice to meet you both." The masses really seem to WANT to be mean but they dont quite...get the collective will though people keep looking around at everyone else hoping someone will throw a brick again or something.
Beatriz da Costa	"Star Wars a new hope." Bea's voice is blank. Her face hard to make out given the roiling flames its made of. "Like the alien invasions that hit the Earth every five days or so?" The tone of voice suggests she's not particularly fond of alien invasions. This might extend to such films... "Deadpool. That's ... an unusual name. I'm Beatriz Da Costa, known as Fire. Of the Justice League." Someone who starts stooping for a chunk of spalled concrete gets a bolt of green flame hitting the ground just in front of him, with barely a glance spared his direction. This isn't her first rodeo... "Why did these people want to kill you?" she asks. Beat. Her face turns Laxmi's way. "Don't I know you from somewhere? Didn't you do that song that goes like ..." And here we have it. Peak ludicrous. A woman made of fire is doing a bad rendition of a Hindi song's melody in the middle of a sewage-splattered road. "That's you, no?"
Laxmi Mallick	"Oh, Star Wars isn't about an invasion. I mean, there isn't even a planet Earth in the film..." Laxmi starts, but she cuts off when Beatriz seems to recognize her, and sings one of her songs. She doesn't get much recognition, so she blinks in stunned surprise. A member of the //Justice League// knows who she is? "I- yes. I did sing that. I'm Laxmi Mallick," she volunteers. "Did you see me perform at Sion, perhaps?" she suggests - naming a club in New York, owned and operated by Betsy Braddock, with almost all of the employees being mutants.
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson is just...amused and smiling, "Oh, definitely let your fellow justice league members know you havent seen it, I see a betting pool. Also, I may let them know oh and I'm providing security for someone in the limo," He starts to stand up and wave and Wade tosses him back down, "Seriously dude, they forgot you were here, dont be dumb k?" And he smiles and types an ever note to check out Laxmi's stuff later. Bollywood is kewl.
Beatriz da Costa	"Who could they possibly be so angry about? Do you have Adolph Hitler in there? Or, worse, Harvey Weinstein?" Incredulity tinges her voice as Fire takes to the air a bit, hovering over the limo to peer down where the other inhabitant was just so rudely cast to the floor. One. Two. Three. "Who is that?! I feel so out of touch with all these kiddies..." A glance at the crowd takes in the thirty-somethings. The ones with personal hygiene such that the sewage makes no discernable difference. "...and others." Final syllables added in a very dry voice. "What did this ... person ... do that caused such ire? Did he eat a living puppy live on screen?"
Laxmi Mallick	Eat a puppy on screen? Laxmi blinks at such an idea. "Surely not. Would anyone do such a horrific thing?" Then again, Laxmi is a vegetarian - so the thought is extra horrifying for her. "You know, the way people get incensed about things these days - it's possible he didn't do much of anything. Even doing the //right// thing can earn you haters."
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson says, "Nah hes a facebook fame dude who wanted to quit and roid raged his fans!" "I am on MANY media thank you, Twitter, Facebook, Twitch, Instagram, Tiktok," he stands up and someone looks at him and raises their fist in anger. Wade pushes him back in the car and dodges a brick."
Beatriz da Costa	"OK, that's it!" Fire turns in place to look at the direction the brick flew in from. "I'm taking control of this scene until the cops arrive. You, tie that idiot down in his chair. Make sure he can breathe. It doesn't have to be comfortable." That directed at Wade. To Laxmi she adds, "Ms. Mallick, you might want to take a few paces back. I'm about to give a bit of a demonstration." Then, in a louder voice directed at the crowd, she continues. "I am, by the moral authority of the Justice League, asking you to disperse peacefully now. Go about your day in peace." Her body bursts into an eye searing shade of almost-white green, so hot that paint on the limo starts to bubble. "YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE ME WHEN I GET ANGRY! RIGHT NOW I'M JUST MILDLY PISSED! SO LET ME PUT THIS CLEARLY! PLAY WITH FIRE AND YOU GET BURNED!" That's when the large starburst of flames hits the air like fireworks. "I trust I've made myself understood?"
Laxmi Mallick	"That's it? He wants to stop, and so their angry?" Laxmi asks in a shocked tone. She turns to frown at the angry crowd. "Artists don't //owe you// anything. You don't own them. Waiting until he rediscovers his passion and finds a new way to express himself! Gracious!" She lets out an aggrevated sound - as she starts backing away at Beatriz's request.     The sheer heat, the brightness, the burst in the air - it is a little awe-inspiring and she gapes. It's always amazing to see what other people can do with their gifts, regardless of their origin. "Wow," she breathes softly.
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson babysits the idiot for another 10 minutes until eventually traffic moves again. An autographed picture is provided for Fire and Laxmi...Wade signs it too because he can.