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First Shield: A lack of unstable molecules...[Action/Voice]
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[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)
[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)
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[She laughs, but her tone is pretty serious]
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...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.
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Aw, y'don' gotta do nothin'. I mean, don' feel like y'gotta.
[Although food's always good.]
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[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?
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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.]
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[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.
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[She grins at the camera]
See ya tomorrow, Mac.
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