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[ The camera clicks on to reveal a scene at the Institute's basement laboratories. It's the usual mess of mechanical miscellanea. There's the usual blue robot in view-- or is there? The being on the feed is definitely mechanical, but visibly masculine and dressed in what appears to be a priest's vestments.

When danger's voice comes, it's from off camera. ]

Inquiry: Have there been a significant number of incidents involving form alteration within the past twenty-four to forty-eight hours?
If so, what progress has been made towards identifying the source?

[ A pause, as she comes into view, moving to stand behind the other robot. She eyes him skeptically for a moment before speaking a touch impatiently: ]

It is impossible to run diagnostics while you are so needlessly dressed, Kirei.
I cannot access the relevant ports.

[ The second figure in question turns his head, regarding her neutrally. He has responded to 'Kirei', and perhaps by a stretch there could be a visible similarity drawn between the unfeeling metal shown on the video feed and the human flesh and blood that one would usually associate with that name, but it is slight.

What gives him away the most is the vestments, and he shows no intention of budging on that. ]

Concern is unnecessary. I am operating within standard procedures. Self diagnostics have returned normal.

Additionally: your request is inappropriate.

Inappropriate by the standards of the humans who have clearly indoctrinated you, I suppose.

[ Her tone is mildly judgmental, and she gives no warning before unceremoniously jerking up the back of his clothes. Reaching over her own shoulder, she chooses one long cable from her hair and promptly plugs herself in.

To the camera: ]

I will await responding Network reports.
The second opinion of a mechanic or technopath would also be somewhat helpful.

Initiating interface.

[ And the feed cuts. ]

osreborn

[ The video turns on to display the Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation, Norman Osborn himself and the warden, Danger, standing in front of it.

Norman has his trademark smirk in place, though there's a hint of annoyance in his expression -- a hint that's at least not at all present in his tone when he starts speaking: ]

Afternoon. As most of you know, I'm Norman Osborn, and this behind me is the Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation, subject in recent months and weeks to both terrorist attacks and patches in the security perimeter. Obviously, I was not a bit happy about these incidents befalling such an important institution, nor was my associate here.

[ He indicates Danger. ]

This is the hospital's warden and primary security consultant; she, under my supervision, has been heading a total revamp of the facility's security, fixing what had worn down and overhauling entirely what needed rebuilding from the ground up. But I won't go on-- she can speak for herself.

[ He moves aside for Danger to take the stage. She steps forward. Aside from a slight pinch in her eyebrows that suggests a hint of impatience or something like it, her face is passive and her voice is brisk:]

The majority of our upgrades are structural and technological in nature, with components designed by myself and my colleague. Improved protocols and equipment will be implemented, in addition to new treatment and release programs. However, I will decline to confuse you with the details-- it suffices to say that the breeches in security at the Osborn facility will not be reoccurring.

[ She folds her arms over her chest loosely, her tone becoming pointed: ]

If you should find yourself in our care, I suggest you put thoughts of escape from your mind. Otherwise, I will personally have to disappoint you.

[ Smiling off to her side, Norman claps his hands a couple times in a (perhaps mildly patronizing) signal of approval. ]

Indeed. I hope you all feel in safer and better hands knowing that these problems are being swiftly and successfully contained. There has been no staff turnover, but I'll be taking firmer role in both management and supervision to ensure everything proceeds smoothly. At our current pace everything should be completed in less than a month. Thank you, Danger.

[ But despite the conclusion Norman still appears as if he's about to go on, and after a moment he does: ]

Also, briefly, in other news: I'm sure some of the student-aged populous may have already read online long ago about the undergraduate scholarship my company is sponsoring, but as the deadline draws nearer I'd be remiss not to mention it myself. Consider it a reminder -- but anyone entering college in the Fall with an interest in any science might consider applying if they haven't already. The deadline is still July 1st.

That's all.

( OOC: The details of the NOHoPE security revamp can be read in full HERE. Information on the scholarship can be found HERE & anyone interested can just drop a comment to that post saying so! )

glassbox

-- ain't puttin' up with this again.

[ the camera jostles a little before the feed becomes steady, focusing on lillian crawley's aggravated face.

it's hard to tell what's making her mad -- the list of things that could set her off probably stretches around the earth twice -- but you might notice on the couch behind her is a humanoid woman with vibrant blue dreadlocks and white eyes. she's dressed in a large sweater and little else -- and judging by the scratches on her arms and her throat, it was a fight for lil to get even that on her. ]

I ain't. Someone else can babysit her goddamn bot ass. If she thinks I'm gonna let her stay here after she comes waltzin' in, tellin' me my husband's really gone an' she's upset about it --

[ lil purses her lips. her face is angry, but the slight break in her voice suggests she's choosing anger over more miserable feelings right now. ]

Someone come an' take her. Before she blows her own goddamn head off again.

heartlessglitch

[ the robot named danger is unamused. there is what appears to be a golden basketball-shaped thing with wings and a long tail nestled on top of her head in her cable-dreads. judging by the way she folds her arms pointedly over her chest, it doesn't please her. ]

I require assistance.
My database lacks references for proper maintenance of this creature.
His classification is "golem."
I cannot remove him.
And he will not stop putting his mouth on my projects.

[ a pause. ]

Alternatively, you may answer this inquiry:
Where is Cross Marian?

heartlessglitch

[ the floating, steady video clicks on to a wide view of the well-lit and sterile x-labs. however, they certainly aren't as neat ― scattered with a smattering of metal components, tangled wires and half-finished assemblies. in the center lies a large and also incomplete fragmented mechanical structure, given room by pushed-apart desks.

far in the back of the laboratory, hank mccoy is pouring something from a beaker into a test tube ― looking a little grim. sitting at the desks in the foreground, danger and madison are working together in comfortable silence. danger is carefully stretching a transparent film over what looks like metal mesh embedded in resin. she occasionally glances madison's way for a few lingering moments even though neither of them have spoken ― almost as though in silent conversation.

her hands don't stop working when she glances up, her attention shifting to the feed: ]

As quaint as I find organic bodies to be, I have increased my productivity by nearly 400% since my mechanical form was restored to me.
With that and other personal matters dealt with, I have returned to X-Club, and we have increased our queue of experiments significantly.

[ madison – fingers detangling a set of large electrodes and feeding them into a sensor – tilts his head up at that, the staples along the thin and deep red line along his entire hairline glinting brightly. smoothly and a little stiffly, as if her words have fed into his: ]

That helluva backload means aside from needin' scrap and isotopes for our tech half a' our work ―

― we will also be requiring tissue samples from ImPort volunteers for experiments of a classified nature.

We'll be acceptin' them into January; but the sooner we get them, the better.

You may consider it your seasonal act of charity, if you wish.

[ her passive voice doesn't miss a beat, even as she turns to retrieve what looks like a circuit board, her movements automatic as she begins working on it. ]

It is more likely to benefit humanity than the majority of your other options, regardless.

So it is for a good cause, if you're human and all.

[ his hand opens, making a little adjustment to the electric panel from a distance without so much as a glance at it or danger. ]

Y'hafta sign a waiver, but it's less insidious-like than it sounds.

Additionally ― [ she does something that makes metal squeak on metal uncomfortably. ] ― you will only experience momentary discomfort.

We eagerly anticipate your responses.

heartlessglitch

[ danger is standing in one of NOHoPE's halls, outside a patient cell. in the background, the door is open, there are a few staff members coming and going from the room. the warden herself looks even more displeased than she normally does. her tone is clipped when she speaks: ]

If there are any relevant parties in the City, you should be informed that Harvey Dent ceased to be a patient at this facility this morning. The official report and readings from the biological scanners in his cell indicate the time of death to be 2:22 AM.

[ one of the staff tentatively interrupts her. danger's eyebrows pinch, and she turns to move towards the cell. inside, there is no body-- it's gone or been removed by the staff-- but you can see a wall marked with meticulous notches, and the bed has been propped up. there's a knotted shirt hanging from it. she speaks quietly to someone before turning back to the communicator. ]

In the future, preventative measures will be taken. This will not happen again.

heartlessglitch

[ the camera turns on to a nauseatingly in-motion feed, as if someone is holding it in their hand while clearly being preoccupied with something else. like a dinosaur. or a hysterical canadian. whose voice seems to increase in pitch and volume progressively in the background. and may or may not be recognizable as diamond lil. ]

-- didn't even have t'try, did you? Y'heartless mechanical bitch. D'you know what it was like for me? Y'ever had to fight for a man t'love you? Y'think y'know what it's like t'be lonely, but y'don't know a damn thing. And here y'are, sittin' under my damn roof, like y'belong here? Judgin' me like y'got that right? Well, y'don't! Y'don't get t'judge me, and y'don't belong here -- y'won't until I'm dead.

Y'hear me? [ hysterically: ] I ain't dead yet. I ain't dea --

[ you can just catch the movement, as danger abruptly lifts a hand and slaps lil across the face, cutting the stream of words off with the crisp sound of her palm meeting lil's cheek. calmly, clinically: ]

You are not yourself, Lillian. You must stop.

[ lil's face isn't visible from the feed, but she's still for a long moment with one hand lifted to her cheek before she's flying at danger again, practically screaming: ] Get out! Get out, get out, get out before I kill you, y'stupid bot --

[ there's the scuffling sounds of a struggle, quick steps, then the sound of a door shutting and locking. the comm gets roughly put down on what appears to be a bathroom counter. danger can be seen tilting her head up, eying three rows of parallel red welts that start at her throat and disappear under the collar of her shirt. her face twists with irritation before she addresses the communicator: ]

Attempts to physically subdue or verbally calm her have been highly unsuccessful. Her hysteria has only worsened since she returned home.

If it's not obvious, I require assistance.

bringerofwar

[ The video starts unceremoniously, in the middle of a particularly rowdy sounding room; in the center of the shot there's an angry-looking blue-haired woman pinning a man down on the floor. The Midnighter is sitting behind his comm, casually filming Danger halfway through baby's first bar brawl. That's what friends are for, right?

Her fist hits his jaw with a loud cracking noise. She recoils immediately, baring her teeth at her red knuckles and shaking her hand out-- like it hurts, and she wasn't expecting it to. ]

Your human pain receptors are highly irritating, and your skin is too thin. I require a more practical combat tactic.

That's why you should be more drunk. [ NO BUT SRSLY ] Try a weapon.

[ Her eyebrows pinch. The guy under her is starting to recover. She glances around, as if looking for one, and at length, she purses her lips in annoyance and reaches up under the back of her shirt, fumbling around and twisting until she produces the lacy black bra from hell that Lil and Diana bought for her.

And with brutal efficiency, she totally starts choking her victim out with it.

The video is still for a split second, but starts shaking shortly after. He's silently laughing, cityzens, and he can't stop. When he manages to talk it's breathless and amused. ]

Jesus, Danger. I guess that fucking works.

[ feed cuts! ]

heartlessglitch

[ for a while, there's nothing in the field of view but the floor, the far wall-- but you can hear it, those quick, shallow breaths, the faint scraping of blunt fingernails on the ground before abruptly a hand reaches out and grabs at the communicator in a convulsing, shaking grip.

the comm moves, dragged unsteadily across the floor. where the camera isn't blocked by her hand, you can catch glimpses of a woman's bare skin and tangled blue hair--

and then abruptly, there's the awful, wet sound of retching. ]

Hghh-- Midnighter.

[ her voice is rough and raw on new vocal cords. ]

What have you done to me?

heartlessglitch

[ The camera turns on to a wide window that stretches ceiling to floor, showing a stunning view of Earth from space that's only partially obscured by what looks like medical equipment and machines, all beeping at various rhythms in the background. There are several holgraphic screens up, depicting what might look like canine anatomy and surgical techniques.

Danger is visible. She's working on something in front of her, just below the eye of the camera. ]

I have been considering the term "humanity" and the context in which it is commonly used.

[ She reaches for what looks like a scalpel. A small squirt of red fluid-- blood, maybe-- then a wisp of smoke, like something was just quickly burned. One of the machines beeps a little quicker. ]

Generally accepted synonyms include: benevolence, kindness, and sympathy.

[ And if what she was doing doesn't seem strange enough, she reaches for a welding tool next. Sparks fly. ]

I have at times found humans to be compassionate and unusually altruistic.
At others, I have resented the selfish and treacherous patterns that comprise a significant percentage of their behavior.
Therefore, to become more human-- is this considered a positive or negative change?

( ENCRYPTED TO: MIDNIGHTER )

( PRIVATE TO: SUSAN STORM & MORDIN SOLUS )

( PRIVATE TO: HANK MCCOY )

heartlessglitch

[ this movie can be seen playing on the TV in what some might recognize as a MAC apartment. ]

This is my favorite film.
It is minimally educational.
But I do not mind.
I find the relationship between the brain-damaged girl and the nasally man endearing.

Additionally, there is a degree of scientific accuracy.
Odobenus rosmarus does in fact have the largest baculum of any land mammal.

[ a pause. the credits role. her face is passive and her tone unreadable when she speaks again, at length: ]

To whom the information may be relevant:
I have confirmed with 98.73% assurance that Shatterstar and his significant other, Julio Richter, are no longer present in the City.

heartlessglitch

Canada is very annoying.

[ well, now accounted for: one formerly missing blue robot. she is irritably shaking what appears to be confetti out of her various parts. ]

Additionally, the following things also merit mention as annoying:
Trolls
Maple syrup
Traveling by foot
The liquid substance referred to as "Faygo"

It is possible that the ultimate culprit behind my experiencing these annoyances is Lachesis. [ that bitch ] Evidence in current Network posts suggest it is also likely others have been translocated and will report similar experiences if they return.

heartlessglitch

I do not think it's normal to be so frustrated all the time.

The most similar human equivalents I have studied are:
Puberty
Premenstrual syndrome

Lacking hormones, I conclude that these conditions cannot be an appropriate explanation for my moods.

( ENCRYPTED TO: Charles Xavier )

heartlessglitch

[ the scene is this: there is a blue robot eying a toaster. if it's possible, the toaster might almost seem a little intimidated-- or maybe that's just the imagination. ]

Network inquiry: Under what circumstances is it appropriate to experience the feeling designated "jealousy?"
What responsive actions are effective?

External reference sources contain conflicting and biased data.
Quantification of this emotion is difficult.

[ another moment, then danger deftly unplugs that toaster. ]

Elimination of threats seems to be the most logical coping method.

heartlessglitch

--Reinitializing.
Operational status in: 0.7 seconds.
Systems resuming function in 3.
2.
1.

Danger: Online.

[ in the background, there is the sound of gentle mechanical whirring and fizzling sparks. ]

My attempts to interface with the machine called Lachesis have been unsuccessful.

Irritating.

It's my understanding that I have been brought here to act in a heroic capacity and have little choice in the matter. Direct me to where my abilities are required, and I will assess the situation for myself.

[ a light beat. ]

Madison Jeffries: transmissions from your microchip implant indicate your presence in this universe. I am coming to your current location. Don't move.

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