OOC: Log!
Lower East Side
The original stepping stone for Chinese, Jewish, and Italian immigrants just off the boat' from Ellis Island, this section of New York still holds the traditional airs branded into its surface by the various ethnic groups that carved out their living here in the working and lower-class portions of the city. While still obviously a hotspot for ethnic diversity, the Lower East Side has modernized itself a bit from streetside pickle vendors to boutiques, restaurants, shops, bars, and nightclubs that attract crowds drawn to all manner of tastes.
[Exits : [YM]CA, [S]uccubus [E]ntertainment, [T]he [C]age, [L]ower [M]anhattan, [Sub]way, [M]c[D]onald's, and [E]ast [V]illage ]
[Players : Quinn ]
The sidewalks are surprisingly clear for New York tonight, so it's fairly easy to see the small, wiry man making his way out of McDonald's, chowing down on an apple pie. He walks somewhat unobtrusively down the street, passing the huge SE complex and sniggering to himself in between mouthfuls of dessert.
Quinn walks casually down the street, her arms swinging, relaxed, at her side as she steps lightly - finding a random person to stalk for a few steps - keeping her brown eyes peeled and her fingers nimble, as she was instructed to do.
The man finishes his snack and tosses the cardboard container carelessly over his shoulder, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand. He's wearing a black T-shirt in the slightly chilly weather, with blue jeans. There is a big bracelet on his right hand, glimmering obviously in the lamplight. He stops near a brick wall, where a brightly-colored piece of paper has been attached, proclaiming, "Mutants a Threat to Civilization!" He rips it down angrily, crushing it under his hiking boot and spitting on it. "That Stryker bastard's gonna get just what he deserves, an' soon," he mutters in an irritated voice, before stuffing his hands into his pockets and continuing to walk.
Quinn takes notice of him before he speaks or even before she notices his clothing... She kneels down a few yards back to pick up his trash, batting her eyes and staring down at the cardboard container in her hands before she snaps her eyes back up to him - locking onto him and dropping the container into the trashcan not far off, she creeps up as he walks away, kneeling down again and lifting up the crumpled paper. She smooths it out, staring down at it, batting her eyes once more before glancing back up in her direction, her lips parting slightly - but other then that, she shows no sign of surprise. She looks back down into the paper, sifting through the information and memorizing it, just to be safe. She looks rather odd - just standing there with a wrinkled anti-mutants flyer.
Stryker's Quarters
This room is almost a complete contrast to the rest of the base. A lush green carpeting covers the entire floor here , running all the way under the bedroom you find yourself in, into the small adjoining bathroom, and the tiny kitchen area in the back, containing a rather extravagant-looking coffeepot among other things. The bedroom has an elegant oak four-poster bed, complete with dark-green bedclothes and two large fluffy pillows. A small desk in the corner has writing instruments and papers on it, and a bookshelf near the bed has several thick volumes, as well as what look to be newspapers, particularly the Globe.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
Stryker sits at his desk, cane propped against the wooden table next to him. He has an open book in front of him and is scribbling away furiously within its pages, occasionally flipping through a similar journal, apparently for references.
Quinn knocks on the door rather confidently, standing and waiting outside - emotionless, the flyer still crumpled up in her feminine fist. She knocks again, and once more - even under the serum she is rather impatient most of the time.
Stryker jolts, his writing hand jerking and making a rather unsightly line scross his entry. He turns his head to look at the door, eyes slightly unfocused, and he reaches for his cane, gripping it tightly. Standing, he cautiously makes his way to the door and pauses. Reaching out with a tentative hand, he pulls it open a hairline crack, enough to see who it is. When he realizes it's Quinn, he visibly relaxes and opens it a little more. "Yes? What...what is it?"
Quinn holds out the now ball of a paper to him as if he could know it's real signifigance, batting her eyes and speaking softly, "I thought I found out something that you might ought to know." She explains before pausing, staring at him and waiting to see whether or not he'd like her to go on... As if he wouldn't...
Stryker accepts the proffered wad of paper and moves back to his desk, motioning for her to come in. He sits and props his cane against the desk once more, and unfolds the ad. "I thought we'd gotten rid of all of these..." he muttered angrily. "What do you think I ought to know?" He asks with some trepidation, knowing that it most likely isn't good.
Quinn moves smoothly into the room, standing in front of his desk, watching the paper, "Magneto..." She states, stopping and allowing the name to have it's effect before continuing on, "... and his mutants are going to attack you... here." She bats her eyes, remaining emotionless, pointing to the paper, "Soon."
Stryker immediately tenses at the mention of the mutant's name. Upon hearing the rest of the news, however, he inhales sharply and his complexion goes the color of sour milk. He looks at the paper as though it were some sort of explosive device, then stands, grabbing his cane hurriedly and moving to the door as best as he can. "We've got to evacuate, get out of here. I can't face him here, there's too much metal. Not enough soldiers. She could come back, I can't have that, I've got to go." He's out in the hallway, his cane making a rhythmic thud as it striked the floor with every other step. "Quinn, go back to New York, to your place of residence, wherever it is. I'll find you when I need you again. Soon."
Quinn nods a little, batting her eyes and turning back to the desk and tilting her head, moving and taking the paper lightly, staring back down at it, into it, before dropping it onto the ground, moving out of the room as well - following her instructions.
Stryker finds out about magneto's planned strike. And he's not very kosher about it.