Hank McCoy ✕ Beast (
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reverielogs2018-06-18 12:40 pm
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» WHO? Hank McCoy (
bestials), the rest of the X-gang, and you
» WHEN? throughout the latter half of June
» WHERE? around the station
» WHAT? arriving, exploring, finding himself in need
» WARNINGS? n/a, will edit as necessary
i. keep on truckin' (deck three, near the bar)
ii. ramblin' man (any living quarters deck, a few days later)
iii. crocodile rock (wildcard)
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» WHEN? throughout the latter half of June
» WHERE? around the station
» WHAT? arriving, exploring, finding himself in need
» WARNINGS? n/a, will edit as necessary
i. keep on truckin' (deck three, near the bar)
[ Hank's mind is hazy as he blinks awake. Distantly, he becomes aware that he's not in his room at the mansion, when he hears the recorded voice repeating something about trying to save the world? Did he leave the TV on to Star Trek again?
He pushes himself up, picking up the odd looking device nearby, and sticking it in his pocket, deciding he'll figure it what it is later. First things first, he needs to know where he is.
He begins making his way down the hallway towards the nearest sound of people. That winds up leading him to... ] A bar?
[ Very odd. He walks right past the bar with its collection of bottles of varying fullness, and goes to investigate the computer-looking devices at the rear of the room. He picks up a VR headset, making at it. He mutters to himself, not really paying attention to whether anyone else can hear him, ]
Is this Cerebro?
ii. ramblin' man (any living quarters deck, a few days later)
[ Hank realizes he ought to count himself lucky that the serum stayed in his bloodstream as long as it did. But it's hard to feel grateful when he's currently losing grasp on his body, seams tearing as his muscles ripple and expand, growing larger than the coveralls can contain.
Resigning himself to his lot in life, Hank ventures into the hallways, seeking out unclaimed rooms that might hold larger-sized clothes. He might barge into a few occupied rooms by accident, so please excuse this large blue man in a tattered jumpsuit. ]
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know this room was... I didn't think anyone would be in here.
iii. crocodile rock (wildcard)
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