May 25th, late: An Alarm at the British Museum

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 09, 2011 4:51 pm

Late on Friday, the alarm bells had started blaring from the British Museum--a break in!

The officer on the scene had gone in to apprehend what was almost assuredly just some drunken college students causing a fuss, but he hadn't been heard from for about twenty minutes, and his radio had been shut off.

According to procedures, London's finest had surrounded the building, and sent a call in to Xavier's University to see if the could spare any X-Teamers to see what the hell was going on.

by **John Hino** » Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:03 pm

John, and presumably whoever else was called out, approached the police perimeter.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:53 pm

"Lets see what we can see." Rachel said, stretching out her power towards the building.

by **Zeryn** » Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:44 pm

Zeryn, bare-chested as ever, seemed to be quite comfortable in the chill of the spring night as he took in the sights around him, apparently utterly unconcerned with what was happening. He did seem a bit glossier than usual, but otherwise could have been out for an evening stroll had he not arrived with the X-Men.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 10, 2011 12:02 am

Rachel O'Brien wrote:"Lets see what we can see." Rachel said, stretching out her power towards the building.

"I wanna see the Rosetta Stone, personally."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Thu Mar 10, 2011 2:19 am

"Ha Ha." Rachel replied, sounding a bit distracted "Lets hope we don't have to destroy any priceless artifacts."

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:40 pm

John, meanwhile, attempted to get a grasp of the situation the old-fashioned way. He approached the police on-scene... to ask the officer in charge.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:41 pm

"'Ello, ello, X-Men, are we? We're in quite the jolly pickle here, quite," the officer on duty said to John.

Rachel was getting five signals from inside the building--one was clearly the cop, still alive but frightened. The other four were...somehow strange and distorted.

by **John Hino** » Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:51 pm

"As I've heard," he answered, looking then to the museum, "What do we know?"

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:37 pm

"About 25 minutes ago, the main alarm went off in Zone 50 on the upper floor. Officer Pickett, the guard on duty, went up to see what was what after phoning it in. Then all his communications cut out."

by **John Hino** » Sun Mar 13, 2011 5:58 pm

"Forgive me for saying so, but this doesn't seem like something we'd typically be called in for. Not to belittle the seriousness of the situation."

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:32 pm

"An officer disappearing, and only the alarm in one zone, not connected to any exits, going off?

Yeah, that doesn't seem at all mysterious."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 12:26 am

"Is there any other information that you can give us?," Rick asked the officer in charge.

by **Narrator** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:00 am

"Like wot?" he said, confused.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:24 am

"Anything. What they might be after, when the officer was known to have vanished, a guess at the number of intruders...?"

by **Zeryn** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:00 am

"Unimportant. We will assail them in their ill-gotten hideaway and lay these fools low," Zeryn mused, looking up at the building.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:24 am

Rachel focused in on the other four figures, trying to work out what was wrong with them without tipping them off.

by **John Hino** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:17 am

"Going in blind is never a sound plan. For all we know they have a bomb or are high-powered mutants," he said to Zeryn, "Not to mention we do actually put some effort into avoiding property damage."

I swear. These nobility types are all children.

by **Narrator** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:36 pm

Rachel would notice that the brain types themselves were odd--not like anything she had noticed before.

Possibly some kind of mental mutation? Or a physical mutation effecting the brain? Or some kind of brain-related cloaking device?

"Communications cut out 20 minutes ago, and that's all we really know, lad."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:40 pm

"The guard is still alive." Rachel said "There are four of them, their brains are weird, I'll see if I can find anything else."

by **John Hino** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:47 pm

"Do you have a map of the building?" he asked the officer.

by **Zeryn** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:50 pm

"Effort likely won't be necessary to avoid property damage," Zeryn pointed out. "For them to be in a storehouse of wonders such as this, something obviously has value here for them. They are unlikely to do anything to endanger whatever it is."

by **Narrator** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:58 pm

"What, do I look like guest services?" the officer grumbled.

Nonetheless, a map was provided.

by **John Hino** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:08 pm

John studied it quickly and passed it around so they can know where they're going.

"Only two ways to area 50. I suggest we split up and box them in."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:43 pm

"Could work." Rachel said absently, trying to get more information on what they were facing.

by **Narrator** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:50 pm

The patterns Rachel was sensing were changing--like trying to grab on to some slippery soap, sliding down a slippery slope.

Either the brains themselves were changing, or something was trying to make it look like they were.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:16 pm

Rachel switched tactics and focused her attention on the guard, trying to connect with him.

by **Zeryn** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:19 pm

As they went, Zeryn peeked at the map to see if there were any fountains in the museum.

by **Narrator** » Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:24 pm

The guard was certainly alive, and unconscious. His injuries seemed to be moderate, but not life-threatening as of yet.

There was no decorative fountains, sadly, though there was a significant amount of plumbing and drinking fountains.

by **John Hino** » Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:52 pm

John looked around as they entered the museum.

"Nomic and I will take the North route. Good?"

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:59 pm

"Works for me."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Tue Mar 15, 2011 11:59 pm

Rick casts a sidelong glance at Zeryn, and then gives John a look making it plain that's he's not too thrilled with the arrangement.

"All right. Let's go."

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:08 am

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There was the sounds of arguing from the top floor, a couple shrill, high pitched voices shouting at each other in a foreign tongue.

by **John Hino** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 1:48 pm

John tried to place the language as he an Rachel moved along the Northern route.

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 3:13 pm

Whatever it was, it wasn't a language John had heard before, though it sounded vaguely Asiatic.

There seemed to be two voices leading the argument, with another two chiming in from time to time.

by **Zeryn** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 3:35 pm

Zeryn peered at the map again, then headed with Rick through the other entrance, allowing Rick to guide the way to their destination.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 4:38 pm

And guide them Rick did, going the other way around as they broke off from John and Rachel. He made sure that his footfalls were extra quiet when they started hearing voices from somewhere in the room(s?) ahead. He finally stopped and crouched, listening in for what it was worth and trying to see what was going on.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:55 pm

Rachel continued to feel ahead with her power, trying to make sure that they were continuing to be unnoticed.

by **John Hino** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:32 pm

John kept moving as stealthily as someone his size could manage, taking position outside the target room just as Rick had.

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:06 pm

The four were clearly far too interested in arguing with one another to notice the creeping creepies, the argument clearly getting heated.

The room was the British History (pre-romans) room, with many of the artifacts on display from the Druids and things of that nature.

The guard could be seen, slumped in one corner, his nose bleeding, his face scorched.

The two leading the argument was a woman with green hair and a tiny bikini--certainly not suitable weather for the climate--and a tough, biker-chick-looking muscular woman, with a chain draped across her chest and a big bazooka-type thing in her arms. A girl in a pink victorian dress was standing behind the biker chick, and a tall, woman in a fancy blue kimono, with her frosty white hair pinned back, stood behind the bikini girl.

Bikini had in her hands the broken top half of a sceptery...thing, with a shiny jewel atop it.

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