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When You’re Done Biting Bullets, Bite A Big Mick; [Morph, Ariel, anyone who was hungry]
Topic Started: Jul 23 2013, 11:12 PM (330 Views)
Vertigo
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Mid-evening, Saturday July 20th, 2013
Location: McDowell’s Burger Restaurant, Mutant Town




After the destruction caused by the ‘Night of Broken Glass’, McDonald's gave up trying to maintain a presence in Mutant Town. The one outlet to survive relatively intact was sold on to an independent retailer and rebranded as “McDowell's”.

The Golden Arches became Golden Arcs. The Big Macs became Big Micks. The Chicken Nuggets became Chicken Nibbles. There was very little difference between the two. McDowell's had a much more comprehensive insurance policy, their burger buns had no sesame seeds… and the fare was cooked by mutants in an array of creatively adapted puke-green uniforms.

All week the restaurant had been filled with tired looking people, all attempting to chase away sleep they had been putting off for days with cheap coffee, sugar rushes and junk food. Vertigo was possibly the only one among them to not look completely exhausted. She didn’t fight sleep when she had somewhere to lie.

When the Savage Land girl dreamt, she still dreamt of bloodcurdling screams, of burning bodies or shredded corpses, of the God-Breed Sinister dissecting her alive, over and over until there was nothing left of her. It was virtually all she dreamt of because it was all she could remember. The recent presence of the pale faced woman chanting “Nous ne sommes pas encore fin” had very little impact. She didn’t know if it was a face she had forgotten or perhaps a premonition (she still believed in such things). However loud the woman got, Vertigo could always channel the excruciating pain and scream loudest. And she always woke feeling strangely triumphant about it…

She stared up at the backlit menu, mouth open like she was trying to catch flies. The smell of the fryers had all but sent her into a trance. She was stood in a short purple sundress and scuffed boots about a size too big, traces of grime and dried blood clinging to her skin here and there. The rest of her belongings were stuffed into a khaki canvas holdall slung over her shoulder.

“Can I take your order?” a boy with three eyes peering out from under a brown and green baseball cap asked her unenthusiastically.

“Give me that.” Vertigo said, pointing at a picture of a Big Mick meal.

“Would you like to super-size that?”

Vertigo glanced at the picture again, which had been blown up to around a twenty inches squared. “No, that is big enough.”

“What drink would you like?”

“…Beer.”

“Ma'am, we don’t sell alcohol here.”

Vertigo frowned, pondering this. “…Soda?” She still didn’t know many brand names.

“I’ll just put you down for a cola.” Three-eyes sighed. “That’ll be $7.50.”

Vertigo opened her hand over the counter and dumped out the contents: the hard earned leftovers from a Friday night spent mugging and scavenging. There were five scrunched up dollar bills (two with traces of blood spatter better not discussed) and change that added up to $1.90

“Uh… before tax your meal’s $6.89, but you’re still ¢60 short…”

“This is enough.” Vertigo pointed to the picture again. “Take it and bring me that.” The server made the mistake of looking into Vertigo’s eyes. He blinked in triplicate and had to grip the counter as he found himself swaying slightly.

“That… uh… that costs $7.50. You’ll have to pick between the fries and cola… or the Big Mick…”

“Bring me my food!” Vertigo shouted. She slammed her fist into the cash register so hard it took the skin off her first two knuckles, leaving little bloody prints behind on the battered beige plastic. The silent, unseen aspect of her power blossomed out around her, washing everyone from the customers to the workers behind the counter with a wave of unbalanced queasiness.
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Morph
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Morph was seated in a booth next to the window of McDowell’s. He was happily scarfing down three Big Micks, a large fry and a 40 piece Chicken Nibbler all washed down with a half-gallon of soda called the “Big D”. Morph had laughed when he first saw the ads for the new drink size, a dozen children running around screaming “gimmie the Big D”. This place at least in Kevin’s opinion was so much better than McDonalds mostly because he didn’t have to worry about heart attack.

His orgy of food was soon interrupted by the sound of Vertigo screaming, demanding her food. He thought to himself whether or not he could scarf down the rest of his food before things got really outta hand. Morph sighed standing up and straightening his shirt, he was currently in his human form so as to blend in and not get swamped by adoring fans.

“Is there a problem miss? You a little bit short?”

Kevin fished in his pocket, scrunching as he dug for the pocket of money he kept in his body. After a moment he came out with a two dollar bill. He was saving that for the strip club but alas the life of a super hero was a tough one and he really wanted to keep the peace. Something about the girl seemed familiar but he shrugged it off and placed the bill on the counter.

“See it’s all better now… Ooh ya wanna have lunch with me? I could share my Big D.”

Kevin waggled his eyebrows at her inappropriately with a mischievous smirk. He made it his duty to lighten the tension and cool the girl down. Then he started to feel dizzy, very dizzy.

“Is this what love feels like? I feel like I’m gonna puke”
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Ariel Jensen
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Ariel hadn’t slept that well lately. Hell, she hadn’t really slept well since the cat incident and it hadn’t made it better once the nightmares had started to penetrate her dreams.
Everything was going like hell, and she wasn’t in much of a mood for anything, other than she wanted her lunch, eat it and go back to her work, where everyone seemed to be more or less as irritated as her.

She was standing in line behind a woman who seemed to not fully comprehend the whole ‘money’ issue and Ariel rolled her eyes and bit her lip. “Just give her, her food already. It’s not like one meal is gonna ruin ya’all. Heck, I’ll gladly pay for her whole meal if you just fucking hurry up!” she snapped at the guy behind the counter. The guy looked like he was getting ill and she clenched her fists, “Great. We’re being served by someone who is filled with germs? Where’s your supervisor?” she asked feeling the annoyance build up.

A man came up to them and handed a two dollar bill to pay for the food and she lifted her arms, “Hallelujah, we’re all saved.” She muttered before feeling a wave of nausea roll over her. “I get food poison even before I eat…?” she asked herself and frowned and she held her stomach.

The icy mutant leaned against the wall and looked at the people around her, seeing them feel as queasy as her. “Uhm miss… excuse me for asking but… is it possible that this feeling… comes from you?” She asked wanting it to stop. She felt dizzy, nauseous and generally just bad. The whole room started to cool down and some of the burger meat behind the counter got a small layer of frost. “Make it stop…”
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Vertigo
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“Just give her, her food already. It’s not like one meal is gonna ruin ya’all. Heck, I’ll gladly pay for her whole meal if you just fucking hurry up!” Vertigo glanced at the blue woman behind her then turned back to the server.

“You hear this. As she says.”

“Is there a problem miss? You a little bit short?”

Now there were two people interjecting on the matter? Vertigo looked down at herself then at Kevin, slightly puzzled. “I am of the height I always am…”

Meanwhile the blue woman had approached the counter, sounding increasingly angry. “Great. We’re being served by someone who is filled with germs? Where’s your supervisor?”

“Ma’am, please calm down…” the three-eyed server boy protested weakly. He looked fit to drop.

Kevin fished in his pocket, scrunching as he dug for the pocket of money he kept in his body. After a moment he came out with a two dollar bill. “See it’s all better now…”

“Hallelujah, we’re all saved.”

Vertigo stared blankly at the crumpled bill. When the server failed to pick it up she nudged it forwards with her bloodied hand. “You take it. I want to eat.”

“Ooh ya wanna have lunch with me? I could share my Big D.” Kevin waggled his eyebrows at her inappropriately with a mischievous smirk.

Vertigo eyed the man warily, the innuendo going straight over her head. “If you wish trade, I will not do that.” She clarified. “Do with your ‘big dee’ what you wish; my food is my food.”

“I get food poison even before I eat…?”

Forgetting that she herself was the cause of everyone’s upset, Vertigo glared at the various employees stumbling about behind the counter. “They poison food here?!”

“Is this what love feels like? I feel like I’m gonna puke.” She heard Kevin mumble beside her. Vertigo found his question… odd. Half-forgotten memories of her sister Lani prickled at the very edge of her recollection. Lani had been the one to make people feel like they were falling in love. The exalted sister, the golden child. Vai just made people feel like falling; period. Vertigo’s mind was too muddled to truly understand why, but a long ingrained sense of resentment suddenly welled up.

“Uhm miss… excuse me for asking but… is it possible that this feeling… comes from you?” She asked.

Vertigo looked around her. Most of the customers were clinging to seats or tables as if McDowell's had been set adrift in a stormy ocean. The lurching, the faces quickly draining of blood. It was all familiar to her. How could she have forgotten? It was how so many humans greeted her arrival. The Marauder began to laugh, the bitter sound only intensifying her power and adding to the misery of all those within earshot. The three-eyed server lost his grip on the till and crashed to the floor. Behind the counter someone howled as an appendage was accidentally dunked in a fryer.

The whole room started to cool down and some of the burger meat behind the counter got a small layer of frost. “Make it stop…”

Vertigo tilted her head at the sudden chill in the air. Kaleidoscope eyes narrowed in suspicion as she looked around, gaze finally landing on Ariel. Invading the blue mutant’s personal space proved that the air was cooler, the nearer she got. Vertigo reached down to her boot and produced a Balisong knife. She flicked the blade out and used the tip to tilt the girl’s head up.

“What if evil spirits that follow me are nothing I control?” That old resentment was like a solid ball in Vertigo’s empty stomach now. It made her bile seethe in protest. She still couldn’t control what her eyes and voice did… There had been a time when she couldn’t control any aspect of her powers no matter what she did, and she had suffered for it. “What will you do then Frost-Carrier?” She snarled.
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Well... this was getting so much worse. Kevin reeled with the wave of nausia, It felt as if he was on a rolling ship during one heck of a storm. The color of his skin shifted, taking on a greenish, sickly tone. Suddenly he felt his abdomin tighten and he was wracked with pain. Kevin's cheeks puffed up as he steadied himself on the counter, moaning loudly. He watched as the green haired woman's face danced in his vision and then he lost it vomiting a thick green goo all over her shoes.

"Ugh... I'm really sorry miss... I'm not f...feelin so hot..."

Kevin fell to the floor clutching his chest in a sickly fashion. The green haired girl seemed to be the only person unaffected by the wave of illness in the restaraunt. He struggled to look up at her and coughed out his words.

"Shiiit, you are the one doing this.... Can you like... knock it the fuck off?"

Morph reached his hand out to her in a pathetic manner as if with one shaky hand he could make it stop and right his spinning world. He flopped back closing his eyes to try and make everything stop moving but all it did was make him feel like he was an astronaut tumbling through the vast emptiness of space.

"Groooooound Controoool to maaaajor Tooooooom."

Morph was getting to that point, Serious Kevin Sidney by day, hilarious Morph by night. Now if only he could get up off the floor and do something. If you had asked him an hour ago if a pretty girl would make him puke he definatly would have laughed in your face.

He peeked a glance up at the icy mutant trying to ignore the view.

"Hey freezepop... a little help?"

He took a deep breath and immediatly regreted it, upchucking more goo this time on the other girl. Two girls one goo.
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