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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

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 different kind of buzz, #event
UNKNOWN MUTANT
 Posted: Oct 21 2017, 10:53 PM
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WELCOME TO THE CABANA CLUB
a mutant-only establishment to just be yourself
It's an open secret in the city of Chicago that this place exists. A lot of the clientele are registered, just looking for a place to be themselves for a while. Some of the patrons are not registered, and they may place too much stock in the genetic scan at the door that bars anyone who doesn't specifically register an X-Gene . (That means no metahumans can get through the door either.)

After all, Division isn't entirely ignorant of this staple of the Underground. It's just not worth the trouble of launching a full-scale raid on the club on the off-chance of picking up a few low-level fugitives for the time being. Just don't presume no one's listening in around here.

The building is packed, much more crowded than usual, and many of the people here seem a bit nervous for mutants out to party. They're chasing a different sort of buzz. There's a rumor that's been going around the city for the past couple of weeks that there's a new dealer in the Cabana Club. The masked figure must be a mutant to be here at all, but that's about all anyone can say.

That mystery hasn't stopped anyone showing up to chase whatever it is they're dealing, now that the word is out that it boosts mutant power considerably for two days. The promise of power is drawing mutants from all walks of life, all seeking 'the one in the mask in the Cabana Club.'

The masked figure in question is lounging in a corner booth like royalty. They're seemingly oblivious to the fact that everyone in the club is sneaking furtive glances, or else struggling to look absolutely anywhere else. But then, that mask makes it difficult to tell, doesn't it? Someone's got to be the first to step up to the plate and find out if the rumors are true for themselves.

Note: This is an event thread which means the site's word count does not apply. This thread is open to all member groups. However, baseline humans and metahumans cannot enter the establishment.
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MIMI T. SIMONSEN
 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 06:58 PM
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This was a bad idea. This was a supremely bad idea. She had said as much at least three times as she was being bundled up into the nondescript black town car by the supervising agent. It had been noted and ignored, just like every other comment she made. Lucky her, having the right genetic signature to get through the doors and stand awkwardly inside to find out about this new player.

The Cabana Club wasn't as secret as some civilians assumed, but it had never been the target of a large-scale raid. Most of the patrons weren't considered severe enough threats to warrant it; an enclosed area full of unknown powers had a great deal of risk, and a lot of people would probably get away into the underground. Far more useful to let it operate and listen in on the people that gathered here in presumed safety.

Whatever was going on seemed to be concentrated in one corner, but Mimi did her best to look absolutely anywhere else. If she played dumb she might be excused from any follow-up on this.
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KATHRYN W. WORTHINGTON
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 03:29 AM
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Over the course of a few weeks, several of her sources had mentioned that a new power-enhancing drug had hit the mutant underground. She had heard enough about it to be of the belief that it was worth investigating. Kathryn had doubts that it was connected to the string of ex-humans, but if it was connected then it would be a new lead. If it wasn't, at least she would know definitively and would be able to move on to the next goose chase.

It would have been nothing at all to have paid someone to look into this, but trying to explain what they'd be looking for would have been difficult at best. Kat herself didn't know exactly what she was looking for. If there was a connection, it wasn't likely to be an overt one and there were too many minute details to go over with someone unfamiliar with her investigation as a whole. She could have asked Jeremiah to look into it, but she had already put enough on the private investigator's plate.

She wasn't exactly over the moon with the fact that her paying the Cabana Club a visit would be a confirmation of her ex-human status. Sure it was already public knowledge but beyond that simple fact she had played her cards close to the chest. There were only a handful of people who knew what her powers were and still felt the need to cling to that last bit of secrecy. Kathryn was a notoriously private a person, enough so that she hoped no one would realize the reclusive heiress was even there.

Her plan to blend in was going well, but that didn't stop her from feeling entirely out of place. Especially upon ordering a virgin rum and coke at the bar. There was nothing quite like being teetotal in a place people went to get intoxicated. She wasn't going to change her habits just to fully blend in, it just wasn't who she was. She didn't do intoxication, she didn't even like taking Asprin.
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THE COMBS
 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 05:42 AM
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The quintet of blondes hadn't been waved through the door so much as frantically gestured at, anything to stop the eerie stare of five identical sets of blue eyes. No one could get through the doors here without an X-Gene, the scrutiny had far more to do with their apparent age than anyone doubting their genetic status. Age was a hopeless subject to get into with strangers. Clones, stasis, nanotech, they were ultimately both older and younger than they appeared to strangers and it wasn't their business anyhow. Much easier to glare and use their strength in numbers to provide the subtext to the bouncer that this wouldn't be worth the confrontation.

Inside, they shuffled around through the crowded bar, leaning against walls or shoving their hands into the pockets of the hoodies that obscured their identities. Their fashion choice for the evening looked right at home with this crowd. The interior might be a mutant haven, but the rest of the world was right outside, and plenty of patrons had scarves or knit caps to tuck their most obvious mutant features out of sight for their commute home. Anyone looking too close beneath the hoodies might realize that five copies were milling around the Cabana club tonight.

Their resolute frowns might be as much of a giveaway as the matching noses. They might be out and in the vicinity of strangers, but that didn't mean that they were truly part of the crowd, as if some subconscious psychological sense warned others in the room not to approach the units. No one had as of yet attempted to buy drinks or ask what they wanted with a power-enhancing drug. (If it was even real, and they had some hazy remaining memories from the start of the war that warned of another shoe ready to drop if it was.)

But then, Irma didn't think that they were the only ones here looking a bit tense. The air had a certain charge that wasn't just the rare night out with the illusion of safety. Anticipation.
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SONNY Z. LEBEAU
 Posted: Apr 25 2018, 08:27 PM
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He’d needed a break from everything in the underneath. Too many voices were calling for different things. Sonny need a little bit of a break for some personal vice time. The first thought was something alcoholic, but that was something he could have gotten back in the sewers. Perhaps something different, after all the above world had so much more to offer than what they had down in the dank and darkness of his ‘kingdom’. The outside temps lately had been a little chillier than he’d liked. The breath from his lungs plumed out from his parted lips as he strolled down the sidewalk, hands in the pockets of his well worn black denim.

Lebeau had been wondering for about an hour, no destination in particular in mind, when the location for the Cabana Club caught his attention. The king below had yet to penetrate it’s walls and gaze what was beyond the outer facade. Never pausing to think about the situation beyond, Sonny crossed the quiet pavement to the main entrance of the low key mutant club. It didn’t hurt to check the place out a bit, after all he needed to know a lot of places that resided above.

Tales had reached his ears from a few of his wards that this place was a safe haven. Part of him was skeptical, but it was worth a shot. There wasn’t any sort of sensation as he passed through the level of security that protected the club from those without the necessary genes to gain entrance. Sonny wasn’t sure if it was a mutant or some sort of fancy tech that kept the place going. There was only rumors from his tribesmen.

Walking into the place, right off the bat Sonny could tell that this place was making some kind of profit. After all it was jam packed, probably against the fire code, if there had been one actually enforced upon the secret club. There wasn’t any surprise in the older mutant’s face as he stayed on the outskirts of the building for the moment. Whispers of the drug had caught his attention as well. He was already strong enough as it was, but he was concerned that some of his people would attempt to take it to overthrow him. Not that he minded a challenge, but some of those among his clan weren’t worthy of leading anyone.


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