First Shield: A lack of unstable molecules...[Action/Voice]

[shieldsup]

[Action]

[Early in the evening of July 9th, Susan Richards wakes up in a very, very strange place, an unfamiliar couch. In YOUR living room. She blinks and looks around, extremely confused. When this strange, blond woman sees you...her eyes go wide she disappears, clothes and all. Astute listeners may hear the sounds of her feet as she gets up and moves away from you and the couch.]

Wha! What on Earth?! WHO are you and WHERE am I?

[Susan's voice is pretty demanding for an invisible person who just woke up in your house, and it seems to be coming from all around you, her powers distorting it.

Maybe you could help talk some sense into her? Explain the situation? Perhaps you're feeling pretty mad? Break time, go nuts! This isn't locked to anyone!]


Voice

[Much, much later, Susan's voice will appear over the journal after she's collected herself and gotten out of whoever's house she wound up in]

Hello everyone. This is Susan Richards of the Fantastic Four. If there are any members of the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, the X-Men, or even anyone that just recognizes my name I would appreciate it if you would get in touch with me. Hell, even if you are just feeling helpful and are willing to share information, I'd really appreciate it. I've just arrived and I need help getting my bearings. I don't want to impose, but I really need some answers.

Also, if anyone comes across a blue jumpsuit with a 4 on it, I'd ask that they not touch it, its made of highly unstable molecules that can react oddly to anyone that isn't me.

[Her voice isn't terribly upset, more confused. Its not like she's never woken up in strange places or been in rough situations alone before. Thats...sort of what the Fantastic Four do!]

(OOC: Feel free to break time with the action portion of the post! I've got nobody in particular who needs to find her so she can wake up in anyone's living room that wants an Invisible Woman)

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

There's boxin' in space too? Whoa. That's hardcore...

[He lets out a breath and breaks into a grin, shaking his head incredulously as if he'd been invited to get involved. Oh, if only he knew of that Mike Tyson's Intergalactic Power Punch game...]

Can't imagine goin' toe-t'toe with real aliens... but if they stick to the rules w'got here, like no rabbit-punchin', I guess it ain't too scary, huh?

[Still would sweat bullets, for sure.]

[shieldsup]

Well, its held on a planet, but yes, there's intergalactic boxing. I recall Ben fighting Hercules, and winning, actually.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He guesses Hercules is an 'Inhuman' like Medusa.]

Sounds like if Ben'd plant me into the ground if he caught me with an overhand punch.

[shieldsup]

Probably. I mean...if you don't have powers. On an even match? My money would be on you. [Haha]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

...Really? [Welp. He's flattered to the point of blushing slightly, but moreover, pretty damn astonished she'd chosen him even when she hadn't seen him fight in Luceti.] No foolin'?

[shieldsup]

Of course. Ben never was very good.

[She laughs]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

...Jus' really, really strong, huh?

[He snorts, his eyes softening in thought as he looks to his hands.]

Yeah, I ain't got no powers. Jus' me an' m'gloves. An' everythin' Doc taught me. [Wouldn't be anywhere without him, he was certain.]

[shieldsup]

Well, why don't you help me out sometime? I could use something to do while I'm here, may as well take up boxing.

[She laughs, but her tone is pretty serious]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[She seems to have a lot of faith in his ability and pardon him if he finds this fluster-inducingly touching.]

...Y'want me t'show ya? [He blinks blankly.] Gee... it ain't that I don' wanna, 'cause m'real honored, miss. I jus'... I ain't no expert like Doc. There's still a lot I gotta get better at, y'know? But... I think I could show ya the basics an' all.

[shieldsup]

Thats what I need. Something to occupy myself besides housework and frustration. I'll cook for you in return, if you want.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[It is a little jarring at first to picture a superheroine like her busying herself with something as mundane as housework.]

Aw, y'don' gotta do nothin'. I mean, don' feel like y'gotta.

[Although food's always good.]

[shieldsup]

Mac, I like cooking. Its not really a thing.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh. Well... okay.

[He's not going to specify what he likes unless she asks. That'd be a little greedy and bold, wouldn't it? And even if he wasn't too fond of something, he'd likely do his best to accept it anyway as not to offend. Is she going to become his surrogate mom?]

So what day works for ya, miss?

[shieldsup]

Whenever you're free. For dinner? Why not sometime next week. I'll make something Italian I think.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

How 'bout t'morrow at two?

An' dinner? That, uh, sounds great - - [It also sounds quite fancy, this arrangement. Will he have to dress well for this occasion? He considers the suit Guy left him with, and the dress shirt, and feels a sudden pang of loss. It has been weeks, but even now...

Faltering, it's a moment before his answer comes, his tone distracted and distinctly less enthused.]

...Can't wait.

[He then remembers to smile and manages something almost genuine.]

[shieldsup]

Sounds lovely. I'll meet you at the town square then. And you can show me to your gym.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh, uh... sure.

[He shakes off the dull, aching feeling, blinking attentively.]

It's the dome I'll be takin' ya to. Anybody can use it whenever they want. You can program holographic opponents, weights an' punchin' bags; even a stadium if y'want. It's pretty awesome.

[shieldsup]

Sounds like the Baxter Building's training hall then. I'll just meet you over there then. I saw that as I was exploring earlier.

[She grins at the camera]

See ya tomorrow, Mac.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[And he answers her grin with one of his own.] Later, miss.