conversations: human
conversations:  Day 1
  Thursday, September 3rd
  1:04 PM 
  
  It's a bright, clear day in New Haven, Connecticut. There's not a cloud in the sky as the late summer sun beats down on campus. Thousands of people scurry about going about their business, each with their own hopes, dreams, secrets and lives.
  
  Somewhere below, one Professor Andrews glances at her watch, shocked at the time. She scoops up a few manila folders and stands up from her table hurriedly, giving David Sanders a quick kiss on the cheek.
  "Whoops, hun, look at the time! I've gotta go, but I'll see you later tonight! Love you!"
  She says the last bit turning around, just too late to see Frank Flannlen behind her, and him too preoccupied with his delivery to have noticed her. The two collide, folders spilling everywhere and Frank's package tumbling to the ground. "Oh my! So sorry! I'll just grab these... I hope I didn't break whatever that was..."
  She's off in a hurry, accidentally leaving one folder behind at Frank's feet as she runs off, clearly later than she'd like. Now looking out for people, she steps around Zach, apparently some kind of college student carrying a box of possessions, headed across the plaza area towards David and Frank.
  
  This whole scene develops under the careful eyes of Calvin Restov, sitting in a chair from afar and observing the events with mild curiosity, and next to him a quiet woman by the name of Clarice.
  
  The scene unfolds, and you all can hear a few people laugh or exchange comments, seemingly pointed at a lone figure high in the sky. From this long distance, it's hard to say exactly what it is, however.
conversations: Business Scrub:
conversations: human
conversations:  Frank 
    'Oh Crap. Please let this one not have been fragile.'  
  
  Due to the nature of his transports, Frank is rarely privy to the contents of whatever he is ferrying from one place to another, and he pretty much also doesn't want to know.
  
  Seeing the dropped folder, he picks it up as well and motions towards the man he saw getting a peck on the cheek from Miss Oblivious.
   
  "Scuse me. Your girlfriend dropped some of her papers. You want to bring those to her?" 
conversations: Re'ozul:
conversations: human
conversations:  Zach 
   
   I can't believe I thought this was a good idea, surrounding myself with people who can recognize me on sight. One of them will have seen the news, and then they'll call the cops...  
  
  Zach glances around nervously for a more subtle path off campus, away from the main plaza.
  
    At least I got my stuff, all I need now is a place to lie low for a while. I wish I could just fly away somewh-- wait, no, that's the opposite of lying low. Damn this is hard. Maybe I'll just get the Exosuit on now, duck into a bathroom or something, and then I can start using my powers without anyone knowing it's really me. Instead, they'll just think that some new super-terrorist has appeared in New Haven. It's a start.  
conversations: pyrefiend:
conversations: human
conversations:  David accepted the papers.  "Yeah, when her mind is occupied she's always forgetting stuff. I'll make sure she gets it."  He glanced at the figure and started to wonder if something was up. Why would someone be in the air like that?  Was it going to be time to finally break out the costume?
conversations: TerrickTerran:
conversations: human
conversations:  Calvin quietely sips his coffee, regarding the brief exchange of affection and folders before taking a more pressing interest in whatever it is that seems to be moving through the sky. He let's his eyes linger for only a moment however before turning back to the woman across from him.  "So, Ms. Clarice, your have some sort of business that needs to be resolved discretely I take it?" 
conversations: ChaosLord29:
conversations: human
conversations:  Frank 
  
  Remembering something about Hetzel hall, Frank starts walking towards it in the hope that he may find Prof Bauer there. While walking he studiously attempts to ignore the flying figure. He really doesn't want to risk even the extremely remote possibility that it is someone he met some other time.
  He rather likes his current, non-threatening lifestyle. Being able to jump from one part of the country to another at-will, makes for easypackage deliveries.
conversations: Re'ozul:
conversations: human
conversations:  Day 1
  Thursday, September 3rd
  1:05 PM 
  
  @Frank: You hold the box up carefully fearing the worst, and hear a small metallic noise where there hadn't been one before. Hopefully whatever's in the heavy cardboard container wasn't too important...
  Treading more carefully now, you make your way over to Hetzel Hall, pushing lightly past a few students on their way to class.
  
  @Calvin: Clarice follows your gaze, looking curiously to the sky but responding as the both of you watch the dark figure, whatever it is, draw nearer.
  
  "Just so. I was told you were a man of information. A friend of mine has gone missing a few weeks ago, and I need her found. She hasn't been answering phone calls, and our acquaintances haven't seen her. I can pay what it takes."
  
  @David: You take the folder, keeping it safe. Whatever things might lie inside the nondescript folder are Michelle's. A little thing like curiosity wouldn't cause you to break the unspoken secrecy... or would it? You turn your eyes skyward, watching the small dark figure as it plummets closer to the ground. Sure enough, it seems to be a person. Yet no parachute that your observant eyes can make out, and whoever it is seems to be falling ragdoll: literally head over heels as he or she is buffeted around by the air currents up high.
  
  @Zach: As you quickly debate the fastest route from 'here' to 'anywhere but here' a voice rings out, clear as day.
  
   Zach? Man is that you? 
  
  Oh god, you'd recognize that voice anywhere. Paul McConnel: local tool.
  You know the type: likes to pretend he's friends with everyone just in case he needs a favor some time, which is always. Even before you left college you weren't a fan of him. Sure enough, there he is, halfway across the courtyard and walking towards you.
  
  "Oh man, I knew it was you. Can't mistake a good lookin' dude like that. How you been? Need some help with those?"
conversations: Business Scrub:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Hmmm, that's not good. Well, first things first."  David slipped the folder inside his jacket and slowly approached the falling figure. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but it definitely was worth investigating.
conversations: TerrickTerran:
conversations: human
conversations:  Calvin nods,  "It is my privilege and honor to be such a man, but money shouldn't be your concern. Have you contacted the police? Not that imagine they'd be much help, but I do like to have information up front as to who else might be investigating this matter. A little paranoia helps keep me in business, one way or another."  He speaks in a cool, collected tone, exuding courtesy and confidence, whatever else he actually happens to be feeling. For one thing, his attention is more distracted by the oddity in the sky than he'd like to admit. Ever since discovering the suit he'd found himself looking over his shoulder all the more acutely.
conversations: ChaosLord29:
conversations: human
conversations:  Day 1
  Thursday, September 3rd
  1:05 PM 
  
  Clarice waits a moment, and appears to size up Calvin, before continuing.
  
  "The police... For... complicated reasons, the police either could not or would not be of use, but I have asked them, yes. My associate Dobson has been on the case, but I fear his incompetence. It is really quite a frustrating scenario."
  
  She reaches into her bag and pulls out a stack of papers: clearly hastily put together and bound by a small clip. Before handing it over, she repositiongs her glasses and says,
  
  "Here's a bit about her life. Habits, places she might have gone, people she might have talked to. I trust you not to share this with more people than is necessary. For all of our safety. If the wrong folk were to find out you were asking questions, it would be... unpleasant for all of us. My number, and that of Dobson's, is in there. Between the two of us, we should be reachable all hours of the day."
  
  Clarice is clearly not a woman to give away emotions easily, but she seems a bit relieved that she was able to find some help.
  
  Up above, the figure draws ever closer. At this point, everyone can see pretty clearly. Many of the students look up and trade exclamations, until the point where everyone is looking: the figure is clearly a man, and he doesn't appear to be making an effort to better his position. Has he resigned himself? Or is he even conscious?
  Only a few feet above the ground now, going to hit any moment. It's far too late for a parachute of any kind, and clear he's falling not just close, but  very  close. As in right above you all.
  
  @David: There is the man, clearly, in pressing danger. But above him..? Much higher in the sky, some other figure. Seemingly larger, but not by much, it plummets downward much faster, diving for speed. A savior, perhaps? But not going fast enough to catch up to the man in time: it's perhaps a full fifteen seconds behind the man.
conversations: Business Scrub:
conversations: human
conversations:  Frank 
  
  Not aware of any peril that may have befallen the falling being, Frank concentrates on his delivery and enters Hetzel Hall.
  
    'Now to find this Bauer-guy.'  
  
  He starts walking along the doors, looking at the posted schedules for each room at the current time of day. With a bit of luck, Bauer may have had a class here just now, or will have. He really doesn't want to have to walk all across campus to the guy's office in the heat.
conversations: Re'ozul:
conversations: human
conversations:  Calvin was not sure if he could be of immediate help. However, if there was need, he would approach and see what had happened. He decided to make sure the folder was safe before approaching the falling figure. This could be a big mess, so he hoped things went well.
conversations: TerrickTerran:
conversations: human
conversations:  Day 1
  Thursday, September 3rd
  1:05 PM 
  
  Frank enters Hetzle hall, which is positively packed with students filtering out to their classes. Perhaps it's your lucky day: you see a group of students huddled around a simple sign on printer paper taped up to a door that reads:
  
   9/3
  Prof. Bauer's 1:10 thermo class has been moved to room 242. 
  
  -----
  
  Outside, the figure has certainly attracted the attention of the crowd. As you all watch, the man finishes his crash course towards the ground. With a sickening  slam , his speed causes him to break through a table and hit the ground, cracking the cobblestone slightly where he lands.
  An audible gasp travels around the group as they all simply stand and watch. As you might expect, he doesn't seems to be breathing or getting up.
  
  The man is young: perhaps only twenty five or so, but as his broken body is lying face down, it's hard to tell more than that about his appearance. What is most curious is the thing he wears: a full bodysuit, black and grey, quite unlike something you've seen before and not skin tight, implying there is something bulky to it. It sparks a bit, clearly electric and perhaps broken from the fall.
conversations: Business Scrub:
conversations: human
conversations:  'What in the world . . .'   Calvin thinks, rising from his chair, Clarice forgotten for the moment. He approaches the figure cautiously, steadily, a haunting feeling the back of his mind.   'He was flying . . . and that uniform . . . '  
  
  Calvin is reminded far too readily of his own experience with a strange suit brought to him by mysterious circumstances. Could this person be from the same  organization, have some connection with his own Suit? He attempts to look for any familiar sign, anything which would indicate a connection or point of origin for his individual. He hangs back away from the front of the gathering crowd however, not wishing to appear to eager.
conversations: ChaosLord29:
conversations: human
conversations:  Frank 
  
  On a whim of comic, Frank lifts the package above his head as he navigates through the stream of students, closer to the huddled group.
  
   "S'cuse me. You going to 242? Can you tell me where that is? I have a package for the prof, he needs to sign for." 
conversations: Re'ozul: