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The Young Avengers Initiative

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001 - Orientation N
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    • Winner: No, I'm... not sure what I am.
    Number of voters: 12

    "No, I'm... not sure what I am. Just lucky, I guess. My parents had me tested for the X gene after we figured out I had powers, but I came up negative."

    "Tch. Flatscan..." mutters Marrow with the magenta hair.

    "Marrow!" A scolding, older woman's voice echoes from down the hall, "watch your tongue. You throw slings and arrows at non-mutants and you're no better than the prejudiced humans who forced us down here." She takes a few steps out from the shadows, looking every bit like a Kevin Eastman sketch; a shock of black hair, a patch over her right eye, and otherwise dressed like Mad Max. "You're Fortune?"

    You nod, only a little intimidated. "Yes. You're... Callisto?"

    "My reputation precedes me." A smirk forms on her unpainted, cupids-bow lips. "We don't usually truck with non-mutants down here, but Omega wouldn't shut up about you, so we agreed to make an exception. Try not to disappoint us."

    "I'll... do my best. I'm honored."

    "Don't be. We're just people, kid. But we've all seen a lot of shit, and taken even more. Make yourself at home while you're here. We're all family." She saunters over to a young, green-skinned mutant in an oversized sweater and knit cap. "Leech, honey, can you go help Caliban get to sleep?" The boy nods and hurries back the way she came, Callisto herself opening an old steel fridge and producing a six-pack of beer. "You drink, Fortune?"

    "Oh, I, uh... I'm only eighteen. Thank you, though."

    Callisto laughs as she returns, handing a beer to Quentin, one to Marrow, and pouring one out on the floor. From under Maggott's coat comes another... thing. It looks kind of like a giant slug... or maybe a cybermat from Doctor Who? It begins lapping hungrily at the spilled beer before scooting back over to Maggott and disappearing into his clothes. Before your eyes, Maggott's skin turns blue, and he seems suddenly even more relaxed. You're trying to piece together what just happened when Callisto speaks again and draws your attention.

    "That's not what I asked. Do you want a beer or no?"

    EDIT OOC: Sometimes there are votes that feel... sort of impertinent in the grand scheme of things. If there hasn't been a lot of traffic on this vote before I go to bed in a few hours I'll write up the next story piece. If there is, there is.

    Underage Drinking is Cool, Right?
    [ ] Yes, let's have a beer.
    [ ] No, thank you.
     
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    • [X] No, thank you.

    This, but I can't help but be curious about how drinking mixes with luck powers. That could be funny.
     
    Votes are pretty steady, if unanimous so far. You responsible little mensches, you.

    I'm going to bed. Update as usual. <3
     
    It seems strange to say that it'd be underage drinking since we're 18. Stupid usaian rules.

    Also, I don't really like beer, but...

    [X] Yes, let's have a beer.

    Won't know that IC if we never try.
     
    [X] Yes, let's have a beer.

    Nothing like getting drunk in the wrong company teaches people to not get drunk in the wrong company.
     
    [X] No, thank you.

    You know, genetics testing is hardly an infallible science, so if you're (un)lucky getting incorrect results is fully possible.
     
    001 - Orientation O
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    • Winner: No, thank you.
    Number of voters: 16

    "No, thank you."

    Callisto shrugs, "Suit yourself. If you change your mind they'll be here." She returns the beers to the fridge and walks off elsewhere into the station. Quentin pops the cap off of his and takes a long drink, exhales with refreshment, and turns to you.

    "Let me know whenever you're ready to leave. It's not as fancy as the Phillip J. Coulson Memorial Academy, but there's a Wii over there with Mario Party and Smash Bros. Decent music, decent sound system... and some very good people." He nods toward Maggott, whom you turn back to and notice Marrow has left his side at some point.

    "Stay as long as you like, Fortune. I'm one of the few mutants down here that can hold down a day job, and I've got an early shift. It was good meeting you."

    "Good meeting you, as well."

    The night starts a little awkwardly, much different from introducing yourself to your roommates almost a week ago. Nobody is as forthcoming about their names, their abilities, or really seems all that interested in talking. You watch a couple of mutants play Smash Bros for a while before one gets tired and Quentin hands you the discarded controller. It's been a long time since you played Brawl, but it comes back to you. People rotate in and out. At some point Quentin brings you a soda to keep your energy up. By the time you realize you're getting sleepy, you look to your phone to notice it's 3 AM. There's a text from Kitty from 2:45, and concern that you not responding has caused her to act fills your heart. You get off the couch and drop out of Smash to tend to it.

    Kitty
    You OK V?

    You quickly text her back.

    Vilina
    Yes, I'm fine. Sorry. Lost track of time. Are you still up?

    You wait an agonizing five minutes before she responds.

    Kitty
    No

    Kitty
    lol

    Kitty
    All good. Glad ur safe. night night.

    Vilina
    Goodnight, Kitty.

    You smile, relieved, and take stock of your surroundings. It took you about two hours to get here from the school. It'll be at least 5 AM by the time you get back... and that's super way past your usual bedtime. You gather Quentin and after a few goodbyes the two of you make your way slowly back to the surface, spend some time trying to find a Lyft to take you back home, and finally stumble back toward your dorm closer to 6. You arrive at the elevator and it dings open to reveal... Gwen!

    "Oh, hey girl! Damn, you're up and about earlier than me!" You're not sure if she's oblivious to your obviously sleepy, somewhat disheveled condition or purposefully ignoring it. You can't do much more than nod and offer a sleepy smile. "Did you wanna hit the treadmill? Or... is that where you're coming from?"

    Make Your Decision
    [ ] Yes, let's work out.
    [ ] No, please let me sleep.
    [ ] Sorry, I already worked out. (Lie)
     
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