esther rosen. (pyreticus) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-02-18 07:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mission thread, callum black, day: november 22, day: november 24, esther rosen, player: cal, player: erica, player: lesley, player: zoe, rhiannon jackson, sean mcgee, vanna buckley |
WHO: Callum Black, Vanna Buckley, Rhiannon Jackson, Sean McGee, & Esther Rosen.
WHAT: Mission drama.
WHEN: Afternoon of Friday, November 22nd (backdated).
WHERE: Memorial Hospital, NYC.
WARNINGS: Mild violence, probably.
STATUS: Incomplete/Ongoing.
No one had expected this mission to go easily, least of all Esther. Neutral territory and fluctuating powers meant nothing good for the Centurions. She kept a wary eye on the hospital staff, the patients, even her own agents — worried that one false move could turn a simple community service mission into something more dangerous. Yet so far, her hawk-eyed observance had only left her feeling proud of the four agents at Memorial Hospital with her. Every single day so far, despite hiccups in patients as they struggled to maintain their control despite their illness or injuries acquired due to problems with their abilities, the agents had managed to calmly and quietly handle every situation with aplomb. They'd made friends with the staff and the patients, managed to interject themselves in ways that weren't nosy or disruptive, and helped lighten the burden all around. Every time Esther found herself at the hospital, she brought her agents coffee. They were good kids. Naturally, sooner or later, something had to go wrong. There wasn't anything that they could have done to stop it. One moment everything was normal, and the next — Esther was on her feet as everything in the hallway around her shuddered, jolted from its place by some powerful, invisible force. She didn't have to be a psychic to hear the telepathic cry of anguish. The air itself seemed to pulse as the telekinetic powers of a patient slammed into the hospital over and over again. Martha? Esther remembered a woman, in her late thirties, who had broken her own arm in a telekinetic whirlwind last week. She was just down the hall in room 334B. And then a door on the other end of the hall burst open, and a rush of water flooded into the hallway, soaking her boots and jeans midway up her calves. Esther pressed back against the wall, glancing back and forth between the two crises — and there her agents were, one coming out of the elevator, two from other rooms, the other holding up a nurse behind the counter. She made a quick calculation: the five of them, their classes, their experience, and their powersets. To Rhiannon and Callum, she gestured sharply — telekinetic. To Sean and Vanna, and to herself, she indicated — hydrokinetic. They had to get situation under control without any other mutants being triggered in the chaos and before any serious damage was dealt to the hospital. They would. |