we're so noir.

[shakeandbake]

WHO: The City's new X-Factor, original members & new ImPort recruits.
WHERE: X-Factor HQ aka some offices at City Hall.
WHEN: Tuesday, all day.
WARNINGS: It's X-Factor. All warnings apply, amirite.
SUMMARY: X-Factor members meet and mingle.
FORMAT: Whatever we want. We're X-Factor, gosh. Multiple threads within! It's a free for all, ya'll.

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tuesday afternoon.

[shakeandbake]

[ He's not going to make a big production of being brought back. As much as he'll take most any excuse to complain about something, it seems almost beside the point. The first thing he does is check the date. (It's been a little over a month, great.) The second thing he does is head to X-Factor HQ. Just to see if things haven't completely imploded on themselves.

Then again, Monet's arguably a more capable leader than Jamie is. So there's hope.

It's almost anticlimactic when he lets himself into the office and it's quiet. Rictor exhales and sits down at one of the desks, leaning back until he's staring at the ceiling. Well. What was he expecting anyway, Norse gods, clones, and timetraveling supervillains? ]

[piranhas]

[ of course marrina is excited. visibly excited. being on a brand spanking new team? with nobody she even knows? totally crazy! take that, canada. fat losers, she rants gently in her head.

standing proudly in front of one of the offices, she flings the doors open to a pretty sad, empty room. it's all shamefully anticlimactic. but, from the corner of her eye, she sees that lone rictor-y figure in this ghost town of staplers and water coolers. in mere moments she's sprinting and landing on his desk in a grand flourish, knocking over whatever office supply bs to the groooound. she's an adult! anyway, she's leaning far into his personal space. ]

Heeeey! X-Force, right?! [ she gestures toward herself. ] It's Marrina.

[shakeandbake]

[ yeah gosh, canada, who needs canada. rictor doesn't need canada, that's for sure, but when someone gets a running head start and plops themselves on his desk -- rude, marrina! -- he's squinting 'cause he's pretty sure he doesn't need anyone that far into his personal space either. enjoy that special brand of gay mexican judgement.

after a judging moment!! ]

Nope. [ a bit sarcastically: ] X-Force is down the hall. This is X-Factor. Sorry to disappoint.

[insufferablysmug]

[ She was out to pick up coffee and meet with a potential client when he came in. At first she hardly registers his return, absently walking past to her own desk. ]

Rictor, I've got paperwork -

[ A pause, and then she stops and actually looks over at him. She's not smiling, but there's a hint of approval on her face. ]

Oh. Good, you're back.

[shakeandbake]

[ If he missed her, he doesn't show it beyond a slight arch of his eyebrows. But there's a hint of something wryly entertained around the corners of his mouth. ]

Hi to you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking. [ He sits up, leans forward. Dryly: ] Got something for me?

[insufferablysmug]

[ She steps over to her desk to retrieve a folder and tosses it lightly on his by his feet. ]

You're welcome.

And yes, I do have something for you. Licensing paperwork.

tuesday morning!!

[cloud9]

[ She's definitely nervous. It's been a while since she's been on a real team of any kind-- and honestly, she isn't sure how good she'll be. How can a little blond with cloud powers compare to a guy who can transform into a panther or a guy who can make earthquakes?

But she'd told Jack she'd make herself useful. And besides that, she wanted to prove to herself that she could be useful. So, she shows up at X-Factor HQ that morning and pokes her head in to see if anyone's there. ]

Er-- hello? Anybody home?

[insufferablysmug]

[ Monet looks up from her desk and the reports, silent for a moment as she recalls who this is. ]

Yes.

I've been wondering about the extent of your powers.

[ It's not an introduction or an explanation, but knowing everything about her colleagues is important. ]

[cloud9]

[ oh god it's the scary boss lady asflkj. ABBY WILL TRY NOT TO EXPLODE. she tentatively shuffles the rest of the way into the room. ]

O-Oh. Sure. They're-- not all that great, I mean. My powers. But my aim's pretty much perfect, I promise.

[insufferablysmug]

[ Setting down her magazine, she leans forward and folds her arms. Perhaps a little more imposing than absolutely necessary. ]

That's good to know. But it was the gas manipulation that I'd like to know the full extent of. What precisely does it encompass?

[motherfucked]

[Jessica wasn't really sure about this. She'd always been a loner. "Owner and sole employee of Alias Investigations." And she fucking liked it that way.

Still, she needed the money. And this was something she could do. Deep breaths, don't freak. She pushes the door open and tries not to make a scene of it.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ After some time spent just scoping the place and people out, Felicia decides she may as well begin socializing. Who better to start with than someone else laying sort of low? ]

Quite a turn-out, isn't it?

[motherfucked]

Yeah.

[Jess was pretty sure this wasn't the voice that recruited her over the communicator.]

I didn't think there'd be so many people, really. I'm kind of shit at the team thing.

[acrossyourpath]

I've never been one for them, myself.

But why not try new things?

tuesday late afternoon, open etc

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia showed up fairly late, in costume; function or not, she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. She hung near the doors, carefully studying the group she was here to work with. She hadn't quite decided if this was a good idea yet or not, but time would always tell. ]

[insufferablysmug]

[ Monet looked up from her work when she heard someone else come in, and then set her pen down and stood up to walk over towards Felicia. ]

Black Cat. You're late.

[acrossyourpath]

Sorry. [ She doesn't sound that sorry, though. ] I figured I wouldn't be missing much to start.

[insufferablysmug]

Perhaps not. [ dryly ] Still, punctuality is considered a virtue.

open; all tuesday

[insufferablysmug]

[ Her desk is slightly set apart from the others at the far end of the room, but still open and in clear sight of everyone in the main office. Most of the day she's either doing paperwork or reading a magazine while looking incredibly bored, except for a couple trips out to get food or meet potential clients.

Come bother the (technically) boss-lady, guys. ]

[batmantled]

[ Experience says that success in gelling with a new team depends a lot on how your relationship turns with the person in charge. He stops by Monet's desk on the way out, taking care to give the space a wide physical berth in case she's territorial. ]

It's Monet, right?

[insufferablysmug]

[ She looks up, eyebrows raising a moment, and then sets her papers down and folds her hands. ]

Yes. And you're Batman.

[batmantled]

What gave it away? [ It's a dopey, but hopefully disarming grin. He glances up and away from her to take a little more of the room they're standing in. ]

Nice setup, by the way.

tuesday afternoon and open;

[borntobewildcat]

[Tom really didn't think of himself as much of a team player, the JSA being the only exception since they were family. Still this wasn't a "superhero" team... As much as one wasn't when it was comprised of people with superpowers that might have to beat the crap out of some asshole at some point.

Investigations seemed like something he might be good at. Even though he didn't have any practical experience, he felt his abilities would work well for it... He was much better at tracking than fighting anyway. Besides, he needed the money, and this seemed just about the only thing that he was qualified for that was in any way meaningful.

Didn't mean he wasn't nervous, though, and he might a pregamed at the bar before showing up at the office... Just to help him relax.]

[cloud9]

[ Abby is definitely nervous. And not even of legal age to drink! Life hard. She wanders around City Hall a little trying to get the nerve up to go into the office and socialize or something!

Finally, she slowly eases into the room. ]

Hello...? [ A beat. Blink. ] Oh. Tom. Hi.

open!

[batmantled]

[ It's never been easy to slip into a room full of people inconspicuously in a full-body batsuit, so for once he'll make the effort to telegraph his presence ahead of time, using the door and avoiding the windows. Inspiring a reasonable baseline of trust in a group of possible new allies ranks a little higher than making an entrance, for now.

He's a little late, so he'll take stock of the room and eye up the people who'd made it in first from the back. A few look familiar, but most are new. ]