<strong>Myriad (LA)</strong><br/><em>At Home</em><br/><br/>The storm was rolling in closer swiftly, brushing into the city. It would take an hour to overtake the city most likely but it seemed it was moving for just that purpose. As the storm was raging and closing in, the Vals at home finished unplugging everythiing that might break. Unpowered, the electronics seemed to be fine, but there was at least one surprise as a bathroom lamp exploded while one of Vals was in the room pulling plugs there. Showered with tiny shards of glass, that Val came up with a few small nicks, but also some glass stuck into her.<br/><br/>The lightning was cracking in the distance, crossing the skies, but it was not until it hit an antenna on one building's roof that it looked seriously dangerous. The sheer current seemed to fry equipment in that building, the lightning rods in the building failing entirely, distributing some of the shock maybe but there was so much power it seemed to flow to every metal rod on the surface. Based on how that particular building went entirely dark in one go, it was fairly safe to say at least anything plugged in was fried over there.<br/><br/>Amidst all that, it was at least one Val near the windows that saw a distant figure in the sky, first seeming like a bird, but slowly moving it seemed to be larger than your average bird at least, and what's more, it was human shaped.<br/><br/><em>At Marie's Office</em><br/><br/>"Miss, the storm front is approaching fast, we have been unplugging the equipment after taking the backups just in case." Marie's assistant said carefully from the doorway after knocking fast, three times, and entering. She knew better than to interrupt Marie without warning, especially when she was with a client.<br/><br/>"That said um, I got the papers here." She held out a manilla envelope with 'Myriad Inc' on its surface, containing not only the timing for the filming, at least according to the original plans, but the agreements signed by local groups that would be broadcasting the material later. As the assistant moved in to set the file on the table she cast Val a look and a smile, hurrying off soon after though.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Myriad (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>As Val began her budding she had relative peace in the bathtub, aside from the feeling the budding was giving, it seemed nobody was looking to bother her at first. The old saying about bath and phone proved true though, as a phone began to ring a little later though. It took a moment for the other her to pick up, but she came to learn the talk on the other end quickly.<br/><br/>"Hey, its Timothy. I'm in the city again, and would love to meet if you got the time. Listen, I got a couple friends who are planning on shooting a small-budget film nearby, I know the guy directing and arranged myself a part. What say you we negotiate you one too?" The guy was a total sleezeball that unfortunately had contacts all over, but also a rather harsh way of treating others. He was from a good family and with good connections, but the guy himself was so full of himself he seemed to only notice others to brag about his own achievements. Among which taming Val was not, a matter he had decided to fix, and not being all too subtle about it either.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Ada (NYC)</strong><div class="floatright">(http://ithaca-rentals.com/Images/Porperty%20images/ravenwoodmain.gif)</div><br/>The man waited till Ada was in the cab before moving to start the car, but the other woman hurried over fast, moving to sit in besides Ada there. "Huh, two of you? Alright, I'm gonna charge your boss extra for this though." The man muttered, seeming to be largely indifferent. The woman next to Ada was nervous but nod a little at Ada, seeming to be alright with her presence at least. The car got on the move, and driving ahead in mostly silence it soon arrived at Ravenwood. As the car parked, the woman got up and out of the back seat, sighing.<br/><br/>"Thanks." She said at the driver, then looking at Ada. "Ah, come, you're new are you? You don't want to be late." She seeemd a bit timid at saying this, hugging the bag to her chest as she got moving again. "Lets see, it was.." Pulling out a note from a side pocket of the bag, she looked at it seriously, an address and a time written upon it neatly.<br/><br/>"There." She gestured at a nearby sign. "Apartment 16 then." She cast a look at Ada again. "Don't want to be late, they take a chunk more if you are." She tried to hurry Ada, moving ahead towards the buildings. This was fairly close to a local campus, and Ada could see some teenagers and barely out of their teens fellows leaning to cars, chatting and drinking, legally and less than legally.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Dominic (Philadelphia)</strong><br/><br/>Dominic was still waiting for the stewardess when she came across the information he was looking for, the weather report. The storm seemed to have raged across LA area and damaged several buildings, harsh winds tearing at buildings, with enough strength to strain and break some of the glass windows, and with lightning strikes burning through not only lightning rods but antennas, frying electrical systems. The storm had also ruined a lot of good equipment, and halted broadcasts from LA area. There was reportedly some cases of death out at sea where the storm had come in, and a few accidents caused by the storm, but there was no massive tidalwaves and no earthquakes, no collapsed buildings and no massive damage to the city.<br/><br/>It looked like a large mess, but one that could be cleaned up in time. The thing was that several of the storm clips seemed to be cut whenever the view was turning towards a particular building in downtown area, Dominic could see its edge in a few frames, but never the building itself, the film seemed to skip ahead two seconds at that point.<br/><br/>As he was waiting, a phone began to ring, an unfamiliar number for him. Once picked up, a serious male voice could be heard. "Talk about bad timing." Thomas. "We got a bit of a situation, a meta just awakened nearby and we were called into action immediately. Dont bother looking for this in the news, trust me." His tone was all the more serious. "I wanted to finish telling you what we started earlier though, and figured your cell might work."<br/><br/>There was a short groan at the other end, and a bit of ripping noise, before Thomas spoke again, though sounding like he was talking between his teeth. "Anyway, the girl's arrival to the news was shortly after she helped heal several wounded people while at hospital, with just her touch. It seemed she was dubbed 'Angel of Hope' by the patients, and hopefuls gathered around her. After the broadcast of the news though, she was swarmed with requests, and job-offers too. Every hospital wanted a sure-fire-way-healer. Lots of bad news though, too. Some doctors were very angry that someone could do with a touch what they need several thousand dollar operation for and with better recovery rate and a lot faster too. So, good and bad on that front." Thomas paused for a moment, and Dominic could hear a small groan at the other end, as well as a woman's voice. "Oh stop your squirming there's just one more left." There was a short pause and a pained shout, before Thomas sighed and lifted the phone.<br/><br/>"Sorry, hmmh, some people have no respect for others on the phone." His tone was at least joking, but sounding pretty tired. "Anyway, the police interfered when it was looking like a riot would break out around her home, taking her to the station. Apparently soon after that they released information she had left the station by herself, but apparently the Federal Bureau stepped in at that point, both for her protection and to ascertain if she could be recruited to assist with the safety of the president and other high-ups." Thomas was quiet for a moment. "Thing is, FBI arrived to the site, but there's no report of her arriving to any of their safe-houses."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>The doctor looked at J7 for a long period of time quietly, then frowning there, seeming to think he was playing with her. "Well mister time traveller, what are you doing in this year then? How about you give me the next lottery numbers while we are at it? How about you telling me what put you into a two-month coma in a suit that should not exist?" She spoke warily, watching him for any sudden moves now. Her bodylanguage showed her annoyance as well, but before she could go further the door opened, and Carter returned in the blue outfit. "Here you go, breakfast in bed, breakfast of the champions huh? Eat up, you need to build your strength after that powernap you took."<br/><br/>The doctor looked a bit enraged he just burst into there like that but scoffing, she rested her checklist to her side. "Mr. Carter, don't you have nurses to chase?" The guy merely smirked and shrug. "Alright, sorry to leave you with lady Gorgon here, but dont let her turn you into stone, she's just mean because her bosses are riding on her ass on this." As Carter headed out again, the doctor seemed to be fuming but said nothing right away.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Anima (LA)</strong><br/><br/>Rushing outside, the gigantic ape could see a storm approaching the city in the distance, seeming to be pushing the clouds together and darkening them as it approached. Leaving Dr. Dworkin's office, Anima came face to face with a young woman with finely combed hair, a fit looking body, and an attractive face. Dressed in a black, somewhat feminine suit she paused and stared at the ape in shock as it appeared before her from the doorway she had been approaching.<br/><br/>Amidst the storm clouds, though, Anima could spot something else. Feminine figure, flying high up amidst the lightnings, seeming to be undisturbed, indeed it was almost as if the storm itself carried her. The woman's skin was reddish-tan in the distance, a far stronger tan than the most sun-worshipping beach-lions and sunbathers. Dressed in what seemed, from a distance at least, to be a native american tunic with light ocra colour, and feathers and flowers in her hair. For all that look, the storm she brought with her was savage seeming.<br/><br/>She flew at roughly the height of the roofs of the taller buildings in the city, moving towards the east at a slow pace as the storm was rolling closer and closer.