thread repost: Beast, Nightcrawler, Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Thing
Who: Hank McCoy, Kurt Wagner, Reed Richards, Ben Grimm (along with Sue Richards and Johnny Storm if Krim and Mel would like to pop in at any point!)
When: Evening, Friday, December 7, 2007
Where: The Baxter Building, New York City
What: Scott told Hank and Kurt to teleport into the Baxter Building. Why they can't knock, we're not entirely sure, but they've got to have a little chat with the Fantastic Four about all the shit that's been goin' down.

The good thing was, Hank and Kurt were able to walk around New York City as they were, and the changing laws would protect them. The bad part was, the sapiens who had been relocated to the streets were none too happy to see two blue mutants getting out of a car and heading toward the Baxter Building. It was one of the "better" parts of town, that was for sure, but that didn't keep Kurt from skidding along behind Hank with his tail being twisted between his hands. He kept nervously looking over his shoulder, trying to smile politely at any human who looked his way----despite his best efforts, he got several glares, a few startled gasps, and two middle fingers raised in his direction.

"We can hope the Fantastic Four will be more friendly, ja?"

Kurt had never met any of them, but given the fact that they were rather public superheroes, he'd seemed to have gotten the idea into his head that they all had inflated egos and were quite obsessed with their own celebrity ... or maybe that was just this Johnny Storm fellow, but he assumed they were all that way. Even the big rocky one.

"Ja," answered Hank in German, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "There's nothing to be scared of ... they're on our side."

"Their security system is not," said Kurt, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he looked up at the massive tower. "A security system made by Dr. Richards? We will be sliced apart by the lasers and then eaten alive by robotic dogs."

Hank laughed heartily and pulled Kurt in by the tail. "That isn't going to happen. Can you see enough through the windows to get a proper landing spot? Ending up inside a wall thanks to your miscalculations isn't on my to-do list today."

Kurt swatted Hank with his tail and squinted into the windows. "Scramblers?"

"In my coat pockets."

"I am so hungry..."

"Kurt." Hank snorted. He looked up at the building, then across the street. "You know----I know Scott's orders were to teleport into the Baxter Building, but it does seem rather rude, considering we could just knock-----"

Too late. Kurt had grabbed Hank with both arms and with a sudden bamf! they were both gone, and tumbling inside the lobby of the Baxter Building.

It was impossible to tell that merely weeks ago the enormous lobby of the Baxter Building had been home to a large number of refugees from the surrounding city. Most had moved on by now, and the few that asked to stay had been moved up to the guest quarters. The entrance had been quickly cleaned to a spotless shine and no evidence remained of it's days as a camp.

As Hank and Kurt appeared, the eyes of the stern-looking blonde woman sitting behind the large curved reception desk fell upon them immediately.

"Attention intruders," She said in a unnaturally loud voice that carried almost no inflection at all. "Your unauthorized entrance has activated the security protocols. Identify yourself and state your business or you will be detained."

"Roberta, it's fine. I know who they are." Susan had come down once the security had been activated -- thinking perhaps it was members of the FoH or some such thing. (If that had been the case ... really, Susan could handle them herself, for the most part, right? But the way the nearby Richards' Advertising building had been blown up, you could never be too careful.) Thankfully, she had a feeling no one was going to be part of the Friends of Humanity looking like, well ... Nightcrawler and Beast.

She couldn't place Kurt, but she knew Hank by reputation -- and that he lived in Xavier's Institute, which was good enough for her. If they decided to cause trouble, the others would probably come downstairs soon. Looking a little tired, but ultimately rather good-natured, Susan nodded toward the two blue mutants as she walked into the room. "Though I would like to know why you didn't knock."-

At Roberta's voice, Kurt had jumped and scrambled back, trying to crawl up Hank's back to perch on his shoulder----but Hank had brushed him off and forced him to crouch back next to him again. Susan's presence, at least, was extremely comforting----it meant they weren't going to die and wouldn't have to fight, right?

"Scott told us to teleport in," said Kurt, looking horribly sheepish. "And we thought... perhaps there was trouble about getting in."

At the sound of Susan's voice, the receptionist appeared to lose all interest in the pair of blue gentlemen. Before anything more could be said, a thundering of increasing volume heralded the arrival of Ben Grimm.

"Alright! What's the big idea?!" he snarled, bursting into the lobby. It took him only a moment before he noticed Susan. "You know these jokers, Susie?" he asked, clearly annoyed that he wouldn't get to clobber anything.