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<td valign="top">[[Image:CarmillaBlack.jpg|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Carmilla Black|Cammie Black/Scorpion]]:''' ''With [[Kevin Sydney]] assisting, [http://x-logs.livejournal.com/3863956.html Cammie gets into character] for [[Operation: Mutant of the Seas|an X-Force mission]].
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<td valign="top">[[Image:MoA Steven.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Stephen Strange]]:''' ''Caught up [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/3794640.html assisting in a multi-vehicle pile up], Stephen has a Moment. But the important part is he gets through it.''
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Things were happening way too fast, first the crash then the bang and people running from the crash scene and someone saying they should help, the teenager couldn't ever remember who. But now he was slowly picking his way through the remains with Matt trying to follow the older man's steps exactly. But where Matt seemed so sure of his footing, able to avoid tripping or sharp point Stephen found that his feet kept slipping and he'd send random pieces of debris skittering across the floor. Maybe this is what Julian had meant when he told Generation-X that they all needed training.
  
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Right now, Matt was wishing for better shoes than the ankle boots he was wearing. Those shoes with the toes he had would be good. Or even his Daredevil boots. These didn't give him as much traction as he would prefer. He almost took them off, but it was both too cold out and too dangerous. Unlike most people with heightened senses, he didn't get healing or invulnerability or anything like that. Nope. Grade-A normal person with a few enhanced senses.
  
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"You know, I could stand to be rich like this more often," she said with a grin, "Mission aside, I mean."
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Those senses were helping lead him through the rubble of the crash to find people. Pausing on top of a car, he sniffed, cocking his head to one side and trying to focus on some more fainter sounds. "You okay?" he asked Stephen. The kid was keeping up, but Matt was pretty sure he was glad he couldn't see the rubble and mess of this wreck. It was massive. The smells were bad enough. 'Okay' was a relative term after all.  
  
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"It breeds bad habits. After a while, eating the flanks of the poor gilded with silver just isn't acceptable when gold is available." He said, waiting as the various claims were put together. He'd been mildly amused at Cammie's moment of sea sickness, considering the boat hadn't even left the dock. They were fortunate not to put her in the chase boat. "You remember the drill, right? Play it strictly tourist for now. Watch everything."  
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"I'm o...you know what, no I'm not," Stephen admitted, "It's dark, and I think I've slipped and fallen onto shards of metal at least 3 times." The teen started as the wreck of one of the cars creaked and gave Matt a weak grin, "I'm terrified. How do you guys do this all the time? This might only be my first time but I'm constantly scared that one of the cars will slip and drive me over the edge or I'll screw up somehow."  
  
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"Touristy means attack of the selfie monster," Cammie said, pulling out her phone and snapping a quick one of the two of them, or it looked like that. The photo was actually of in front of them, "Anything I miss we'll be able to get on metaphorical film. In the meantime, SELFIE!" she said, sticking out her tongue and flashing a sign at her phone.
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Pausing, Matt realized that while the dark didn't matter to him, it was likely affecting Stephen. So was the cold and the wet. They affected him too, but he put them out of his mind the best he could. "You're not going to screw up," he said confidently, to reassure the teen. "and you're not going to go over the edge," getting cut by metal was a real concern for them both though. Moving back a little to where he was, Matt sat back on his heels for a minute, then said softly, "It's okay to be scared. You are absolutely entitled to have a melt down....later. Right now, we have a job to do, okay? Can you do it?"  
  
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"It is sad that nothing in the world makes me feel older than my phone." Kevin sighed, especially since Cammie was hardly the only one taking selfies. "Have you got your electronic pass hacker?"
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Stephen nodded slowly, "I'm not gonna freak out on you. I mean in a way this is like every childhood dream I've had of playing a hero at an accident and saving the day. Only when you dream you don't think about any of this other stuff or how I have water dripping down my back or almost sprained my ankle. I really need to think through my daydreams better. I'm not gonna fall apart on you Matt, just well...if you hear any squeaks or something can we just ignore them, and not tell Clea? She'd never let me live it down, like ever."
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"Eeyep," Cammie said with a grin, "You have to love how the fact that technology is everywhere these days makes carrying these things so very easy. It's like they want us to kick their ass."
 
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"It also means it's a hell of a lot easier for them to spy on every nook and cranny of the ship, so don't get too cocky." A steward came up with an iPad and Kevin passed over Cammie's booking information. "Now Chantal, remember our agreement. No drunken fights, no drugs and no more sex tapes leaked to the internet."
 
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"You say that like the last sex tape that happened was on purpose. I thought the camera was a toy," she said brightly, "The FUN kind of toy," she added, with a glint in her eyes as she grinned at the steward like she was daring him to say something.
 
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The man kept his nervous smile plastered on his face, not meeting her eyes as he quickly processed her through. The staff was terrified of upsetting the rich guests. More than normal, Kevin noted.  
 
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"So stay away from toys this trip." Kevin put his hand on the top of the iPad. "You will take good care of my grandniece, won't you?"
 
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"Only the best, sir!"
 
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"The best care comes nakedly!" Cammie chimed happily, "Naked care. All naked, all the time," her voice had a sing song quality of it not quite matched with her eyes which were scanning around. She was decent enough at her job, after all.  
 
  
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That made him grin, "They will be very manly squeaks," he agreed. "Now, let's keep going, I hear something up ahead."
 
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Moment of Awesome - Stephen Strange: Caught up assisting in a multi-vehicle pile up, Stephen has a Moment. But the important part is he gets through it.


Things were happening way too fast, first the crash then the bang and people running from the crash scene and someone saying they should help, the teenager couldn't ever remember who. But now he was slowly picking his way through the remains with Matt trying to follow the older man's steps exactly. But where Matt seemed so sure of his footing, able to avoid tripping or sharp point Stephen found that his feet kept slipping and he'd send random pieces of debris skittering across the floor. Maybe this is what Julian had meant when he told Generation-X that they all needed training.

Right now, Matt was wishing for better shoes than the ankle boots he was wearing. Those shoes with the toes he had would be good. Or even his Daredevil boots. These didn't give him as much traction as he would prefer. He almost took them off, but it was both too cold out and too dangerous. Unlike most people with heightened senses, he didn't get healing or invulnerability or anything like that. Nope. Grade-A normal person with a few enhanced senses.

Those senses were helping lead him through the rubble of the crash to find people. Pausing on top of a car, he sniffed, cocking his head to one side and trying to focus on some more fainter sounds. "You okay?" he asked Stephen. The kid was keeping up, but Matt was pretty sure he was glad he couldn't see the rubble and mess of this wreck. It was massive. The smells were bad enough. 'Okay' was a relative term after all.

"I'm o...you know what, no I'm not," Stephen admitted, "It's dark, and I think I've slipped and fallen onto shards of metal at least 3 times." The teen started as the wreck of one of the cars creaked and gave Matt a weak grin, "I'm terrified. How do you guys do this all the time? This might only be my first time but I'm constantly scared that one of the cars will slip and drive me over the edge or I'll screw up somehow."

Pausing, Matt realized that while the dark didn't matter to him, it was likely affecting Stephen. So was the cold and the wet. They affected him too, but he put them out of his mind the best he could. "You're not going to screw up," he said confidently, to reassure the teen. "and you're not going to go over the edge," getting cut by metal was a real concern for them both though. Moving back a little to where he was, Matt sat back on his heels for a minute, then said softly, "It's okay to be scared. You are absolutely entitled to have a melt down....later. Right now, we have a job to do, okay? Can you do it?"

Stephen nodded slowly, "I'm not gonna freak out on you. I mean in a way this is like every childhood dream I've had of playing a hero at an accident and saving the day. Only when you dream you don't think about any of this other stuff or how I have water dripping down my back or almost sprained my ankle. I really need to think through my daydreams better. I'm not gonna fall apart on you Matt, just well...if you hear any squeaks or something can we just ignore them, and not tell Clea? She'd never let me live it down, like ever."

That made him grin, "They will be very manly squeaks," he agreed. "Now, let's keep going, I hear something up ahead."

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