Lt_Briggs

((Sorry for being somewhat slow folks. I work at concessions at fairs and this week is the biggest fair in state))

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"This went downhill fast..." he looked at his buzzing communicator, "...And I should probably be going. My contact says it would be unwise to stay here."

He shrugged.

"Wanna come with? Meet somebody from the Rogues who's actually pretty decent?"


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Briggs finishes off the last of her coffee and pushes a one spot as a tip across the counter for a tip. "Sure, why not." the cybernetic woman replies as she places her steel hands on the bartop and pushes herself up.

((Oy, so many pages since I last posted. Okay. I'm going to have to go through and make some "cliff notes" in a word file to disect what is even going on. Likely later tonight or tomorrow.))

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"Frankly, I never thought you guys needed the gimmicks. I always saw you guys as heroes in your own right."

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"Well I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I could either accept these "gimmicks" or remain a useless torso in a wheelchair. That was no way to live," she states flatly.



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"Will you have anything else?" He directed at Briggs

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"No," she replies to the "bartender". "Well that is unless you are a native of Philly and can whip me up a cheesesteak."

Jessica takes a sip of her coffee and shakes her head. "Nah you're not being a bother. Your the first person I've really gotten to talk to in a few weeks. My old friends seem to be acting different around me now that I'm a "mask". They seem... distant. I don't know."

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"be careful with those Vahz... They'll realize you're a bit too tough for 'em, and then they'll try some nasty stuff, like trying to offer a way for you to get new body parts.

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"No, I don't think that offer would work for me," she says staring down into her coffee while she speaks. "As they took my limbs to begin with that would make them nowhere near equal with the stuff I've had to go through."

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"Jebus," Kip muttered as he saw the red skin, "They gave you antibiotics for that, I hope... I had much the same problem a couple times myself."

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"I have some sort of cream I get from my pharmacy," she explains while letting go of her shirt sleeve. "That and I'll sometimes stop by MAGI to see if there are any "good witches" around with a healing spell on tap."

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"I got a few until my meeting. Want a drink? We can chat. I kinda want to know how things are going on the street level... You can get so wrapped up in grandiose problems after doing this too long, you know?"

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She follows behind him and slips onto a barstool. "Yeah why not. I'll have a coffee, black." She taps her steel fingers on the bartop and can only give a shrug to his question about whats going on in the streets. "Nothing really of note. Stupid bangers mostly, and most of them kids. I'd almost feel bad about knocking them around if they weren't so damn dangerous. I've busted up a few Dyne labs, stopped some Hellions from setting a fireworks warehouse on fire. Now the Vahzilok, on the other hand... well lets just say me and them have some stuff to sort out."

Jessica approaches Kip and pulls back the left sleeve of her t-shirt to show where the prosthetics meet the skin just above her mechanical shoulder. "Sore," she notes showing the area where the metal meets the flesh looks somewhat red and inflamed. "Not that I'm complain' or anything. From the Rikti War till about six months ago I was a total invalid. So this is a thousand times better."

Jessica meanders around aimlessly within the hero side of the club. Her mind tries to wrap around the concept of alternate pocket universes and other such super-science physics. The most she really had to deal with on the Force was a dyned-up punk. Its quite overwhelming when one ponders it.

But her concentration is broken by a group of Freakshow standing near the exit from the Hero side to the dance floor. "Yeah shake that metal baby!" one says to Jessica. "Hey baby lets you and me go make some sparks!" another adds. Jessica glares at them. She ***** her fist back to get ready to jump the thugs as she raises the power level of her Rikti power core to combat levels. But just as she is about to attack a spotlight shines on her and the music becomes quieter.

As she runs forward she finds that its not a spotlight, but rather a conical force field. "Hey there iron mama," DJ Zero says over the loud speakers. "I've not seen you here so I'll cut you some slack. But we come here to have fun and blow off some steam, there will be no fighting in my club. I control every molecule of this dimension understand?" With that being said the forcefield gives way and the music returns to its former level.

The Freakshow laugh amongst themselves at the humbled cybernetic cop who mumbles as she finds her way to a barstool.

(As I'm new here I thought maybe I'd start up some casual social RP before diving too headlong into any of the long running RPs that appear to be going on here)


Lt. Jessica Briggs, cybernetic-cop of the PPD, jogs through the dark, dirty back alleys of Kings Row. She knows these alleys all too well, as in her high school years she used to be a delivery girl for Fat Jack's Cheesesteak Hut. Of course back then her arms and legs were flesh and blood, rather than the cybernetics she bears now.

In her steel hand she clutches a piece of paper given to her by another hero. Apparently there is a popular club for folks on both sides of the law somewhere around. Though Jessica is rather doubtful of that fact, if such a club existed in her home neighborhood she would know about it right?

She rounds a corner to face a dirty looking box truck. She looks down at the paper and back up to the truck. "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!" she says out loud. There is some rumbling inside the truck, like someone stumbling around within it. The truck's doors fly open and two quite drunk Hellions nearly fall face first onto the drity ground. The two of them look up at Jessica before taking off, knowing they are too inebriated for any kind of a confrontation.

Jessica peers into the truck. Strangely she is reminded of a program she caught on the Sci-Fi channel once, a program about some Doctor. Somehow the inside of the truck is much larger than the outside. From the outside the length of the box is maybe fourteen feet. But when one peers within it seems to stretch for hundreds of feet. In the distance within the truck there is a door. Not a truck door but more of a building door.

Jessica walks around to the front of the truck to look between the cab of the truck and the front of the box, to find no such door on the front of the box. She walks back around to the back again and looks back to that door. "This is too damn wierd," she mutters before climbing up into the box and walking towards that peculiar door. Faint music becomes louder and louder the closer she gets to the door. She turns the door knob and hesitantly pushes.


When the door opens she finds herself standing in a building. "A building... in a truck?" the perplexed cybernetic cop asks herself while scratching at the side of her head.

"Welcome to the Pocket D and have a good evening Ma'am" the door man says to her.