Video @Dr.Morbius

[doesnotsparkle]

[ The video opens to a messy head of black hair and red eyes with a slight glow. The skin is far to pale made worse by that dark hair, and the horrible goatee he has. What is it with super scientists and goatees? Behind the face is clearly a lab of some kind, He was in the hospital but on break.

He took a breath before smiling, trying to hide his teeth, which was useless as the fangs were visable as soon as he started speaking. ]

Good evening to everyone listening. My name is doctor Michael Morbius, maybe some of you know me, or of me. [ He hopes not, seriously. Last thing he wanted was people screaming about his body count.] I am not here as much to ask for help, I can figure most things here out myself. I am addressing everyone to more see has anyone found a common link between us who are brought here?

[ Please dont all be monsters, mmmkay?

He spoke on then in his Grecian accent.]

If their is already a group investigating this, please let me know. I am merely curious.

Comments

UN: NotTechSupport

[helpdesk_hero]

[Oh, he's definitely going with audio only. He considers Mobius's video briefly, and he wants to sigh. Wonderful.]

So, Morbius, did the Head address what they're going to do about your blood needs?

[Yeah, someone knows of you.]

UN: Dr.Morbius

[doesnotsparkle]

[ Crap.

Oh well. He could work with that.]

The Head insisted the city has a synthetic substitute that will not conflict with my peculiar condition.

[ He feels like he should know who this is, but he felt asking would be rude. He so hated to be rude. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Too bad Michael doesn't have a specific reason to know about the young, former mutant.]

That's good news. I'd hate to have to take care of people with puncture marks at their neck.

[doesnotsparkle]

[ Not a single one, and more so not after his stint in prison and faked death in the last year or so. ]

You act as if I do not clean up after myself given the choice. That is a little rude, my young friend.

[helpdesk_hero]

Perhaps, but frankly, the files the X-Men kept on you are a bit older than I'd like. And you might not have the resources here you had at home. I've seen more than a few people a bit restrained here.

[Like himself. So much he's forgotten.]

[doesnotsparkle]

Well, that is certainly curious, if I do say so myself. I will have to test this, perhaps it has a purpose, or maybe it is something else. How many people are restrained here?

[ He asked as he folded he leaned back in the chair some his hands folded on the arm rests, letting his long claw like nails be seen. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

As in how many people are in the city, or how many are here that don't have their full spread of powers? I can't answer either, but both are good questions.

[Is it wrong that David just wants to offer the guy a nail clipper?]

[doesnotsparkle]

Well, now I know what I will be focusing on, at least in the preliminary stages of figuring this place out. Thank you, Oh, yes. You have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don't know yours.

[ It wouldn't help anyway. ]

UN: ButStillAGenius (What, he likes playing with UNs sometimes)

[helpdesk_hero]

David Alleyne, former member of the X-Men, former mutant.

Good luck with your survey. Some people may not care about the loss due to magic tattoos and mods.

Lol

[doesnotsparkle]

[ Michael rolled his eyes at the name change, and didn't even try to hide it. Being a genius himself, he knows that who that comes with it.]

Former mutant? Color me curious, Mr. Alleyne. How did you cure yourself of a genetic level mutation?

Oh yes, those modifications, I have little interest.

[helpdesk_hero]

Are you telling me that you missed M-Day? The Decimation?

[How did someone like Morbius miss that?]

[doesnotsparkle]

I've been a little busy. A little incarcerated when that happened.

[ Not really an excuse but he thought most effected had already alrwady regained their a abilities. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yeah, no. Regaining hasn’t happened. Those that had were lucky. David? Not lucky.]

Yeah, well, there is your explanation.

[doesnotsparkle]

Any time I could have spared to even learn about it was taken up by the zombie epidemic.

[ He grumbled a bit, bad memories there, in truth he was probably already being tortured by his zombie self and not even in prison yet when M-Day hit, that whole year sucked. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yeah, life is just like that, he gets it.]

Basically magic stripping a whole bit of your genetics sucks.

[And no real way to turn it back on.]

I was Psychomimetic.

un: mason

[merged]

We all seem to have really shitty luck. [ Not exactly helpful but there it is. ]

UN: Dr.Morbius

[doesnotsparkle]

At least it is par for the course.

[merged]

It might be random but I haven't heard anyone really talk about it. A lot of people seem... totally content with things as they are. [ And she doesn't quite understand it, honestly. Shouldn't people want to know more? She does (and then she wants to go home). ]

[doesnotsparkle]

The bad luck, or the world at large, miss?

[ He inquires, with a curious tip look in those red eyes of his. ]

[merged]

Name's Heather. [ It's a lie, one she's said so often it might as well be the truth. ] And while I hope luck and the world are random, maybe so is the reason we're here.

[ She shrugs her shoulders. She prefers random to the possible alternatives. It's not as satisfying as a real answer but it's infinitely more comforting to her. ]

[doesnotsparkle]

A pleasure, Heather, my name is Michael.

[ He replied with a tip of his head in the video feed. ]

While it is possible to be a complete random pull, it is worth researching to see if we do all hold a common denominator.

[merged]

Not trying to dissuade you. I just have trouble seeing what we'd all have in common, that's all. [ Other than that bad luck thing. ]

[doesnotsparkle]

A fine truth, but do no worry, I am rarely dissuaded from much.

[merged]

At least you'll have something to focus on for the next year. [ Always good to have goals, after all. ]

[doesnotsparkle]

I always fine something to focus on, ma'am. Idle hands and all of that.