Scene 2: Yancy Street Alcove

Yancy Street: Imajica, Multiple Man, Gambit, Lady Deadpool, Captain America


To your eyes, Yancy Street is the same as any other street you passed along the way. It's got people and cars, shops and apartment buildings. This block looks a lot like the one you just left really, only slightly more...run down. Not a bad neighborhood exactly, but you can see the signs of urban decay setting in. As you near the corner of 3rd & Yancy a group of kids in worn jeans and t-shirts runs through and around you, hollering and yelping about something.

"That's right you'se punks! You better run! If I catches any of you'se sniffin' around my racks again without a mind to pay, it'll be CLOBBERIN' TIME!" Shouts a broad man in a bomber jacket from inside a little shack as he waves a meaty fist in the air. He thn bends down to pick up some scattered magazines and newspapers, sorting them back into their respective places on the display.

"Over here. Across the street." You turn and see Betsy Braddock standing at the mouth of the alley between two six story buildings. The street level shops being a butcher's and a florists, respectively. As you enter the alley it gets dark quick. There is barely enough room to drive a trash truck down the way you would guess. At the end of the alley two large dumpsters sit covering the width of the small street. The pavement is cracked and stained by seemingly years of grime, and even without Victor's enhanced senses, the stench of rot hangs in the air. Not all of it is meat, some sickly sweet flower aroma manages to sneak in...but it's not much better than the pig guts.

Turning to the side, Betsy squeezes beside the florist's dumpster and disappears behind that building, into a space you didn't see until she had nearly vanished into it. As you follow you see a set of stairs leading into the darkness. It looks like it might lead to a basement of some kind. Once she is below street level though, you see the the abrupt transition from dingy city alley to super high-tech tunnels. Like Jeffries Tubes on the Enterprise, but big enough to walk through. The light comes from panels built into the floor and ceiling and are triggered by motion sensors somehow, but also prevented from being seen from above.



A set of doors marked by a large "Z" and red numbers 06 stand before you, in the opposite direction a similar door marked with an 05. After inputting the code, Psylocke beckons you to enter. Upon entering, you see a chamber much like the last one, but of course the next door is marked by 07, predictably. This chamber is fairly large, or at least bigger than the last one and has a slight curve to it. Without the curve it would measure about 40 feet long, and 20 feet wide.

Along the floor are 6 metal boxes that weren't present in the previous chamber. As she passes them, Psylocke lifts the lids of 5 of them with the toe of her boot. You each see a box that contains your gear. Costumes, gear, gadgets, weapons (well, at least some weapons in Wanda's case). There are also four monitors that seem to be attached to a computer of some kind, one displays a low quality closed circuit video feed of the alley you all just passed through.

"It's safe to talk here. The people still under mind control avoid this area. A mental suggestion of some kind. This seems to be some sort of access tunnel that runs throughout this...well The Borough. I haven't had time to explore all of it yet. If you go back the other way you'll find section 99 past naught one. The whole thing seems to loop around, but the streets up there are bigger than these tunnels, so either there is some kind of distortion affect or there are multiple structures like this one. I haven't figured that out yet either. I don't know what's behind these walls She says indicating the side walls of the chamber. "They are made of some kind of adamantium alloy that I'm not strong enough to deal with. Captain, you might have better luck once we've settled on a plan of action. For now it seems easier to answer your immediate questions rather than babble on about what I do and do not know. So fire away. I'll explain everything to the best of my ability."

Remy looks in his locker and grunts in surprised amusement. He squats down on his haunches and lifts up a brown trenchcoat that is almost identical to the one he is currently wearing. "You can take da boy outta da bayou, but you can't take da bayou outta da boy. I guess it don't hurt to have a spare." He rifles around in the trunk, pockets a few packs of playing cards, and pulls a metal rod slightly thicker than his thumb and as long as his arm. With a click, the staff extends out to about 2 meters. He presses a button causing it to collapse back down, and he sets it to the side. Lastly, he pulls out a set of clothes, neatly folded, that appear to be a garish pink and blue. "I do indeed have a question, chere. Where da changing rooms at?"

With a smirk Betsy points toward the next door. "We'll get to that. Vance and I managed to make a few alterations to the next few chambers. We've got sleeping quarters for eight, and a garage. This is sort of the forward command center. It's not luxurious though. I'll warn you."

"Well den, how 'bout you tell us what exactly is happenin' in dis place and how you know what you know."

Wanda, was almost completely naked, bent over and with her buttocks up, trying to get into her red and black jumpsuit.
She stopped when she heard Remy's question.

"Oh, there was a changing room?"

She glanced at Remy.

"I hope it's unisex."


She finished getting into her suit and ran her hands over her body.

"Looking good, Wandy Girl."


She jumped in place, admiring how her breasts bounced inside the spandex.

"Wow I'm loving this hallucination."


Wanda looked around.

"The Science Fiction touch is a bit cold for my taste. I’d have added some unicorns and rainbows decorations, here and there."

Jamie prime pulled out his suit. He didn't know what to expect from the locker box, but once Betsy opened it it was familiar to him. The suit allowed him to control how much impact he could sustain before he was forced to make a duplicate of himself. As such, he was never without it.

"So, mind control? Someone lab experiment? Or worse, alternate universe?" He felt he had worked with top scientific minds to not be unfamiliar with all these possibilities.

Remy clears his throat and attempts, poorly, to avert his gaze. "I am sure all private bathrooms are unisex. But I am sure we all appreciate your...enthusiasm to solve dis mystery quickly."

Victor simply closes the lid and picks up his box, ready to move on with the tour. "Still nicer'n most places I've been sent in th' line o' duty. Real question is, how long can we keep this place secret?"

"Bathrooms are another issue I'm afraid. The florist upstairs is run by a woman named Alicia Masters. She's blind, but very perceptive, and friendly. We are welcome to use her facilities as long as we are respectful. The sleeping quarters you'll find are little more than bunks...but better than a ditch." She says in reference to Wanda and Victor's comments about the Alcove.

"Security here isn't fantastic. This place is clearly some kind of maintenance access. There are industrial fabricators in sections 13 through 15. By now they are at work rebuilding that car the sentinels destroyed, and whatever else they need to fix from that struggle. We have alarms set up to warn of any movement in the sections we don't use, but Vance and I always cleared out rather than stay to fight. Beyond that...I'm open to ideas."

Turning to Multiple Man."As I said before, I have no idea who is behind this. Vance Astro, my missing ally, had minor telepathic abilities. James "Logan" Howlett...a version of someone you may know as Wolverine had enhanced senses. Their research led them to believe that we are a collection of people from various alternate timeliness and universes. Whoever is "collecting" us only takes one version and brings us here through unknown means. Uses and unknown process to suppress and overwrite our memories giving us false lives. The process needs to be reinforced and that is the job of those red tin-can sentinels you saw. They move throught The Borough in waves. There's a pattern, but whoever is in control changes things slightly every so often so we can't rest on our laurels, ever. Individuals with telepathic abilities are easier to tap and release from control, as are individuals other abilities or with training to defend against mental I trusions. I've been working on you...six...if Nightcrawler decides to join us...since your last reset. And obviously I got you out right before the next one. I'd like to say that I chose you because you were the best of the best, but the truth is you were convenient targets more than anything. Scanning your minds, I believe we will work well together. There is significant power and training among our number that I think we might have a chance at figuring out who is doing this and dealing with the situation."

"Have I missed anything? We can begin the tour i suppose of not."

Ilian looks in the metal box that has been designated as hers. Like Wanda, she simply strips out of the mundane garments and dons her basic blacks with bit splashes of red, pulling on her boots, and topping it off with a runed cape with oddly shaped peaked collar. Unlike Wanda, she doesn't make a big show of how sexy her ass looks or how firm her tits are. Though she openly watches the display being made.

"So. Are we safe to use our powers down here? Most of my gear doesn't sit well in a box and can only be summoned into the physical realms by me. How about teleportation? Will it immediately alert these tin cans and their puppet masters if I pop about and make my own collection?"

"It does seem like an oversite on our captor's part, hubris perhaps, but yes, you should be fine. I have used my telepathy to monitor the florists above and not been noticed. Maybe don't summon a legion of demons all at once though, just to be sure. Psylocke smiles at Imajica.

"Da primary question den is what do we do 'bout all dis? We explore and find a way out or what?"

"You're saying there's a way to figure out how we can get back to where we originally came from? Or do you mean that we should try to put a stop to whomever's behind all this? Or are you thinking we should attempt to wake everyone up?"

Victor looks at Jamie, and his reply is simple.

"Yes."

"You've summed it up Mr. Madrox. If I had my druthers, I would find out who is doing this, why they're doing this, send everyone back where they belong including all of us. And I'm open to ideas as to how we do all that."

"I do believe I have an idea. First, we change our clothes again..." he glances at Wanda and Ilian with a grin. "I jest. But first let us take dis tour. Da more we know, da better. After dat, maybe we should look for dese missing friends o' yours. Dese Astro and Logan fellas."

"And then I slag all these tin men and send them careening into the fiery pits." Ilian snarls and calls forth her soulsword. "Storm, come forth my old companion!"

Wanda crossed her arms.

"Seriously? Are you telling me that this isn’t a hallucinatory episode and that I really am an anti-hero?"

She scratched her head.

"More anti than hero, I guess. And that someone brought me from a world where I lived a life of chaos and violence to another universe where he gave me a peaceful and normal life and a lucrative career?"

She clenched her fists and frowned angrily.

"That makes me feel…"

She relaxed and nodded admiringly.

"…full of gratitude, actually. It was a really nice thing to do. whoever that guy is."

She shrugged.

"Bah, who wants a normie life anyway? Let's kill that sucker."

She jumped to the side as Imagica activated her magic sword.

"Hey, be careful with that thing, honey, the jumpsuit is custom made."

Kurt takes some carefully timed teleports, BAMFing his way to Yancy street, carrying the unconscious blonde woman over his shoulder and making sure to stick to walls near the shadows. He makes his way to the alley, his yellow eyes the only bright thing in the darkness, his body melding into the shadows.

He peers, looking for any sign of the Braddock woman or the others from Dukes' bar.