Wednesday, October 29th 2018

((Those requested to turn up for the 4pm thread can be assumed to be here already))

When the next group arrived, they'd find Morse and the other students waiting for them.

Minerva arrived with only a pair of small sturdy, utility knives at her belt. She didn't expect trouble, and she did not want to go in giving the residents the impression that she was expecting trouble. But she was not going to go in completely unarmed unless Morse ordered her to do so. Besides, the knives could do a number of other things other than slice into an opponent, such as acting as an impromptu screwdriver.

"Good afternoon, sir," she said, nodding to Morse.

"Reporting for duty." Frank said as he walked in, wearing a pair of well worn combat boots, a heavy fabric black shirt, a nightstick hanging from his belt, partially concealed by his X jacket.

"Afternoon Miss Reas, Mr Armstrong. We'll give it another 5 minutes for any stragglers then get started."

Arriving a bit late Kelly rushed in and joined the others.

Rhiannon came in just behind Kelly, looking a little lost. Mrs Spencer had suggested that she might want to be here, in a tone that even she had realized wasn't a suggestion at all.

Deciding she didn't want to ever make that woman mad at her again, she'd duly turned up.

As Kelly and Rhiannon arrived, a passenger van pulled into the garage, clearly marked up with an X-Corp logo. The driver stepped out and recieved a '5 minutes' sign from Morse, at which point he nodded and headed off to stretch his legs.

"Alright. As you can see, there a quite a few of us going along on this so I'll be splitting you up. Everyone is going to be taking part in the aid distribution effort but for some of you, the primary role is going to be security. Much as these people need what we are bringing them, we're not going to let it turn into a brawl over who gets what, nor are we going to let some of the more.. shall we say enterprising.. residents use it to get rich. Or anything else for that matter.

Ground rules are simple. If someone tries to intimidate you or threaten you, stand firm, no-one's getting extra just because they happen to think they are bigger than you. If it escalates beyond that, use the minimum amount of force to ensure your own safety, we're not going out there to hurt anyone we don't have to.

That said, if we have get more agressive than that to ensure our own safety, we will, but that will be my call."

Morse paused, letting that sink in as he watched the faces of the assembled group to ensure they understood what he'd said.

Minerva simply nodded, figuring that if there was something she needed to ask, she'd speak up. So far, nothing stood out as odd or unusually dangerous about the situation/.

Kelly nodded as he understood and was ready to help all those that needed.

He only had one question though, "Will we stop for dinner on our way back?"

"Mr St Luc, we're delivering essential aid to people with next to nothing and you're worried about dinner?"

Kelly looked down at the floor, "Sorry sir. I just curious. I forgot."

Morse fixed Kelly with a hard look before moving on with the briefing.

"Mr Armstrong, as the only telepath present, I want you to maintain a passive scan at all times. If anything's going to happen, I want to know about it ahead of time. In necessary, stay in the van, I'd rather have your full concentration on that than an extra pair of hands.

The rest of you, stay alert but remember, we're going out there to help people. We are not looking for a fight."

He gave the assembled group one last look before adding.

"Alright then. I want three in the truck, the rest of you in the van. Lets get moving."

"Copy that sir. Passive scan dosen't take too much effort, so I can still be working physically too."

"Sir, should we focus on avoiding power use, instead using self-defense stuff?" Noelle chimed in as she started moving towards the van.

She'd let Trev figure out where he was going to go rather than follow him.

"Use your best judgement, Miss Muirbrook." Morse replied, giving Noelle a very pointed look. "If it comes to it, a couple of your golf balls exploding above people's heads might give them pause for thought."

"Yes sir," she said simply, hopping into the back of the van.

Minerva climbed in behind Noelle, cognizant of what they would represent on to the world shortly. And not just to humans, but to other mutants. In some ways, it was daunting to consider, but it was also an honor as well. Whether it remained an honor, though, would be seen in a few hours.

Malina followed Noelle into the van, but only because she made the assumption that is where Vic would end up.

((Whoops. Hadn't been reading this thread.))

Victor got into the van as well, still rather quiet and a little ashamed of himself for having gotten so many people into trouble.

Frank mindtouched Minerva, 'No pressure, yeah?"

Given that we're posing as what mutants can be, both for humanity and mutantkind, none whatsoever, Minerva replied wryly. Here's to hoping that we can avoid bad publicity all around.