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  1. olopi

    Green Machine IC

    Monica listened to the explanation with quite a bit of interest. She’d heard some rumours about the oh so ominous sounding area while listening in to what a few older students had to say during lunch break one time, but other than that, she didn’t really know anything about it. Some sort of illusion thing, then? With scenarios? “Sooo, it’s essentially … whatever comes after advanced reality? Cool. Not that I’ve made any experiences with the other reality-but-slightly-different stuff before. “ Granted, some of that sounded a bit more ominous. How could things go wrong during one of these? Were they that real? That brought up some questions, ones which Monica would have to look into at a later date probably. Right now didn’t seem like the right time to question what she was about to do, not when she was actually feeling the power-high. “Capture the Flag? Now there’s something I haven’t heard in a bit.” She looked at the others, perhaps sizing them up a bit. “With us that should be quite an interesting little game. “ “So, how much control do we have over what these … simulacra are?” she grinned a little, a devious grin at that. “ ’cause I’m thinking we set them up like one of the other teams for some extra competition.” She stopped for a moment, thinking about what she’d just said and about taking it back. This wasn’t her, this was what her powers did to her. Ugh, she had to be more careful about this stuff, she clearly couldn’t handle it yet.
  2. olopi

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    Monica seemed pretty content for once as the teens waited around. She was eager to start before she began to second-guess herself again, sure, but right now, she felt good. She looked at what she was wearing, and it felt right. It was what she’d wanted, and finally testing it out in the proper environment was something she’d actually been looking forward to whenever she saw the costume. She turned over to face the new arrivals. She’d seen Micah around and the few had exchanged a few words, from what she could tell he was somebody that she wouldn’t have any real issues with, and having somebody not completely different from her on the team was probably a nice thing. Granted, she didn’t exactly know him yet. But that was what these exercises were for, wasn’t it? Danica, on the other hand, was somebody Monica couldn’t really get a feeling for just yet. She’d seen her before, sure, but that had been about it. “Sounds like an idea. Might also be good in case there’s some lesson-related stuff. …Not that I’m offering any free homework or anything, just to make that clear. “ She did get a bit uneasy as the waiting continued, tapping her fingernails against her legs silently.
  3. Monica followed, trying her best to at least keep it together for the moment. The break helped, but she still felt pretty on-edge about the entire situation and had to distract her brain somehow, all of those thoughts weren’t something she really wanted to deal with. Not now, and preferably not later either. The place that Janus had lead her to was pretty nice. She sat down and just took a few deep breaths for the moment, listening to what Janus had to say. She’d heard some rumours about them but didn’t actually know much. And she didn’t feel like probing, either. Not right now. “Heh, yeah, I can understand that one. It just doesn’t feel right, does it? But ugh, what can we do about it.” Monica leaned forwards, tilting her head and supporting it with her hand. “That’s really nice, thanks. I don’t want to be a nuisance, you organised all of this, you shouldn’t have to worry about me. Same about the others, I don’t want to drag all of them down. Kind of tempted to just head back to the school, I’m still not done with the new Physics stuff. “ “Mhm. I dunno, it feels like she’s on a whole different level. Most of them didn’t have to deal with this” she threw her arms into the air, although it wasn’t clear what she was trying to indicate “ constantly getting all that hate, from everybody. And then there’s all the stuff related to my body, ugh. I didn’t want to come at first because I knew this’d happen, there’s no way I wouldn’t feel out of place when most people are wearing just beachwear. I’m really only here because my therapist told me to, apparently facing this head-on could be a positive experience?” “I mean, this right now is, but I’m not so sure about the rest of the evening.” She turned her head to look back towards the direction from which they’d come from, and smiled ever so slightly. “Guess we should head back before they start to wonder what we’re doing here.”
  4. As Nicole read out the next question, Monica once raised her shoulders a bit, having returned to a look that suggested she wasn’t entirely comfortable. Something, that she herself realized summed up this entire conversation so far. She looked down at her piece of paper, trying to figure out what to say. Sure, she had strong opinions on this, but she didn’t really want to have another moment like the one they’d had just moments prior. She tried to put what she was thinking into words, figuring out what sounded strong yet not confrontational, something that summed up a lot of her thoughts into a few sentences at most, she didn’t have time to rant on and on. Not that she felt like she could do that just from an embarrassment standpoint. Her anxiety was bad enough without drawing all the attention, and right now that didn’t make the entire situation any better. She continued to look down at the table and the text, hoping one of the other two would cut in, because she really couldn’t figure out how to make this sound alright.
  5. olopi

    Green Machine IC

    Alright. Come on, you can do this. This is who you are now, so it’s time to show all those ####ers who doubted you what you can do. Time to show all of your new teammates that they won’t be carrying around a crutch with them. Monica was sitting in one of the basement’s bathroom stalls. She hadn’t been sure about this “Doom Room” thing, and at the last minute she got anxious and ducked out. She was early anyways, so it wouldn’t matter. Was this really what she was now? She looked down at her body and her uniform, the one that Beth had commissioned for her. It had been a sort-of passing of the torch. Come on, you’ve faced worse. Who knew what her teammates would expected from THE Lady Liberty. That name had recognition, and people associated things with it. And none of those things were “has no real combat experience.” Monica barely knew how to handle herself in a fight, and last time that happened, it was all reflexes anyways. #### it, they can’t expect that from you. Their fault if they get their hopes up. You’ve got the powers to back it up, that’s all you need. There really wasn’t any way out of it now. It was safer to train now than in another one of those situations. Monica got up, opened the stall’s door, and splashed some water in her face. Moments later, she continued on her way towards the Doom Room, passing by a few more people and spotting Veronica and somebody else in front of an entrance of some sort, that probably was the right place. Monica approached them with a look of determination on her face. She was wearing her full uniform and appeared to be both a fair bit taller and slightly broader than she usually was, although that may have just been a lighting thing, as she was also surrounded by a light, warm glow. “Didn’t expect to be the third one here, assumed the others would be eager to be here ASAP.” Realizing she hadn’t seen the boy around before, she addressed him real quick. “Hey, I’m Monica.”
  6. Volleyball, that sounded alright. Something Monica could do without any real issues, and something she actually was pretty alright at. Being tall did have the occasional advantage, after all. Seemed to be something that most people would be interested in, because from the looks of it, the water had gotten less inviting than it had been during the invitation. Of course Corinne got involved too. Monica didn’t dislike her, but she couldn’t look at her. It just made her want to run away. She could do that right now. Walk away, find some nice hidden space, and call her therapist. And just yell for a while. This had been a horrible idea from the start, this was the exact sort of thing she’d wanted to avoid. Her expression changed, she looked a bit distressed, but right as she took the first step backwards, away from the group, Janus addressed her. She’d seen them around a few times, maybe this was just what she needed. She quietly cleared her throat and replied, mustering up what confidence she had left. “Yeah, sure, I can help with that.” Once the two of them had moved some steps away from the group, she sighed and relaxed her entire body, looking a lot less tense. “Thanks.”
  7. Monica looked at her sheet as Corinne read out the next question, seemingly dealing with something of her own. Now, with all of this happening Monica did kind of want to know just what Corinne’s deal actually was, but she knew pretty well that poking at it would create the exact sort of atmosphere she came, uh, got sent, to Claremont to escape. Monica had come across the name a few times before while browsing around the internet, but she didn’t really know much on the subject beyond what Nicole explained. Once the others had stopped talking for now and Corinne was done with her little routine and showing off her great bo- Monica stopped that train of thought before it led anywhere else and began to speak, taking over where Corinne had left off. “I really don’t know? Like, granted, I don’t care much right now, but I don’t think any of us know enough about this sort of thing to make an informed decision.”
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    Monica continued to follow along with the level of interest she felt appropriate for a situation like this. She cared a lot more about the academic side of it all than the social side. She needed to earn some top grades if she wanted to have any chance at making it. That probably wouldn’t leave much time for social stuff, even if she’d actually wanted to have some of it, which for the moment was still a rather firm no. People here weren’t bad, sure, and so far she hadn’t made any major negative experiences. Summers continued on, about some sort of “squad”. So much for that. As it turned out she’d get forced into the social part no matter what. Maybe it’d be alright, with some luck the whole “academic mentor” thing Summers talked about would be seeded in some way? For now Monica just looked around the room, judging other’s opinions at this reveal and trying to keep the most interesting ones in mind, for the chance she’d end up with people who had a strong opinion about this all.
  9. Bonfire (0) None Barrier (0) None Bird of Arms (0) None Sha'ir The Spellsmith (0) None Lady Liberty (13) The Beast of America (9) Assemble! (3) And Carnal Forbearance (1) Give the Refpoint to LL
  10. Monica wasn’t surprised when Micah walked up to her, from what she’d seen of him he wasn’t exactly the extroverted group person either. At least she wasn’t the only person here who didn’t feel like they quite belonged, that would probably help in some way. Hopefully. She didn’t say anything, instead just directing an appreciative nod towards him. That was all she had time to before Corinne swooped in. Ugh. On one hand Monica didn’t mind it because this way she didn’t have to approach the group herself, it was being done for her. On the other, seeing Corinne in an outfit like that didn’t help with the reasons Monica hadn’t wanted to be here. She calmed herself down for a moment, before looking at Corinne, who was running away now, for a moment and then turning towards the rest of the group. “Not getting into the water, so if anybody has some idea what to do on the beach let me know. “ If nothing else was happening, she could probably convince somebody to just go for a walk, that was a reasonable plan B.
  11. As soon as Corinne leaned up, Monica pushed herself back into her seat. Sure, she’d expected some sort of reaction, but nothing like this. She looked visibly uncomfortable, raised up her shoulders and held her hands in front of her chest. At this point, Monica just wanted to be back in her room where she didn’t have to deal with people. She focused her attention on the question sheet, trying to at least hide her expression somewhat. At least Nicole continued on so Monica didn’t have to say anything. She felt as if she had a lump in her throat, at this point she couldn’t really formulate a proper response. Once Nicole was done speaking Monica adjusted her position in the chair, then, without looking up, spoke. “Wanna go to the next question?”
  12. Monica had heard about the beach party a while ago. Heard about it, and immediately written it off. If there was one place she really didn’t want to be, it was the beach. She had zero reasons to go, it wasn’t like something amazing would happen there. She could just stay at the dorms and enjoy a quiet evening. But of course, she’d accidentally brought it up with her therapist. Who pushed her to go. “Force” was perhaps a bit of a strong word, but probably one that was appropriate. Perhaps she’d get to know the others better, perhaps she could develop some trust with them, the arguments made sense to her. She still didn’t want to, but in the end, ended up getting onto the van anyways. She stepped out, wearing her usual outfit of an oversize black hoodie and black jeans. For once, she let her hood hang down, as she’d actually put some effort into making her face presentable. Maybe enough people would want to do something that didn’t involve the water. She observed the others from a distance for a moment, then moved in towards the main group, where she didn’t say anything beyond a somewhat shy “Hi.”, trying her best to hide the fact she wasn’t entirely comfortable here. Which probably wasn’t particularly good, he could tell the others could tell.
  13. Group 3 “Wanting to drive a car’s a conscious choice, you don’t just end up owning a car without wanting to in most cases probably. Same with guns I guess, but actually …” She suddenly stopped talking, as if she’d stumbled over her own thoughts. “I see your point for regulating it in some way, people’s powers are way more dangerous than some guy with a gun. But there’s some of us who didn’t even want these powers in the first place.” “I’m not sure how the registering would help anybody though, unless AEGIS or somebody start tracking people to track their power use. Just registering a person’s identity won’t do them much good, …”At this point the sound of her voice changed, she wasn’t determined so much as defeated, her tone closer to how she usually sounded when people approached her. “…and that’s assuming they keep it confidential, ‘cause making it public knowledge’s a whole other can of worms.” Without any real pause, she continued onward, with some urgency, speaking faster and in a higher pitch than usual. “Tracking people who had no choice or influence over what they’re being tracked for is straight up evil. If there was some way to regulate power use without it involving the removal of people’s rights, I think the entire question changes, but as it stands you’d essentially remove the liberty of a few people to give everybody else the illusion of increased safety.” She stopped for a moment, considering how to proceed from here. “And once they track you for political purposes, who knows what happens the next time there’s a large scale attack? Our government doesn’t exactly have a good track record with these things. “
  14. Group 3 (Monica + 4 Empty Slots) Monica didn’t exactly rush to find a group. While she cared about the subject and generally had strong opinions, she still didn’t really know most of these people, so just grouping up with them took a fair bit of energy out of her. By the time she took a seat and joined in, most the other groups had already started talking. Fair enough. She took the sheet into her hand and quickly read the text, it was simple enough. “Alright, people with powers registering with the federal government for some sort of license. “ She looked up at the rest of the group, sitting straight for once, and looking quite determined. “So, Opinions? ‘Cause personally I don’t see how there’s any positive to this whatsoever. And this is coming from somebody who’s never had any kind of secret identity. Any law like that would be pure pandering and fear mongering. “ In fact, the perceptive observer may have noticed that Monica seemed brighter than before, quite literally, as if something was lighting her up ever so slightly.
  15. That … really answered all that Monica had been interested in. Explained Judy’s behaviour to some degree, (except that the powers probably were a bit more “interesting” than she was letting on to), and told her just about enough about the exact relationship between the two. Maybe she’d figure out more as she spent time around them, which, let’s face it, she probably would. And for the first time, Pink-Tips (maybe figuring out her name would help long-term), wasn’t as much of a stuck up bitch. Judging from the sound of it, she’d dealt with some stuff. Monica could respect that. Her response was kept just as short, merely giving the two sisters a nod of understanding.