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Location: Desmond's room
Interactions: Desmond, Amelia


For a couple of seconds Poppy's eyes mirrored the despair Desmond was feeling while she looked at this troubled face. They hardened back to their usual stern green when she addressed the string of concerned questions. She walked briskly towards Desmond's room.
"What I need you to do is try and stay calm. She is not dying"

Her years of experience, medical knowledge and gut feeling told her that wasn't the case. Although like anything that went untreated Amelia's mystery condition could lead her into a downward slope. They entered the room and Poppy immediately focused her attention back on Amelia. She checked her vitals again, there was no change.

Poppy readjusted the sheets and moved some hair away from the girls face.
"Amelia your brother is here to see you for a bit. I told him you were having a rough day today. Having him around might help you."
Amelia's breathing quickened slightly, possibly due to the presence of Desmond, or because she was struggling against something they had yet to identify.

She noticed Akaia standing near the door. The Sidhe was likely worried, as they all were. Poppy didn't want the room to be crowded with unnecessary people. She waited for Erik and Lysandra to enter. She then looked at Akaia without saying anything and closed the door to Desmond's room.

Poppy trusted Erik had explained to Lysandra what was going on. She glanced at Erik and Lysandra from Amelia's bedside.
"I suggest we run some blood tests."

Location: Medical area ---> Great room
Interactions: Amelia, Desmond, Erik


Poppy closed the doors to Desmond's room. The music of the karaoke party played quietly on the background. The air was filled with Poppy's familiar scented bathing water. She pushed a small cart with working supplies closer to Amelia's bed, giving her easy access to everything she needed.
"I'm going to fresh you up a bit Amelia"

Poppy carefully washed and changed Amelia into a new set of clothes. She let her trained medical eye examine Amelia for anything out of the ordinary. The weeks spent bedridden were slowly starting to show on Desmond's younger sister. Poppy did what she could to mend the worst of it. She covered the fragile areas of the girls body in ointments and shifted her position every couple of hours to prevent bedsores.

Taking a brush the medic gently brushed the girl's hair, plaiting it to the side of and away from the pillow. The care giving seemed to exhaust Amelia more than usual. Her breathing was more shallow and uneven. A worried frown came over the Sidhe's features. Poppy immediately started to count Amelia's breaths, next she measured her blood pressure and temperature. Her vitals were off, not alarmingly so, but worrying.

Poppy softly squeezed Amelia's hand.
"It would be much easier if you could tell me what was bothering you"

She looked around the room, as if the cause was floating somewhere in the air. She spent a good ten minutes simply starting at Amelia, letting all possible causes pass through her thoughts. Meanwhile Amelia's condition stayed stable. Poppy covered Amelia back up with the bedsheets and quickly exited the room. Poppy failure to come up with a plausible diagnosis left her with a sense of unease. She wasn't easily rattled however and hastily made her way over to the others. Poppy cut through Desmond's and Erik's conversation.

"Amelia's condition has changed, she seems to be struggling with something."
Her expression softened slightly when she looked at Desmond.
"I haven't figured out what's wrong with her yet"

"We need to find the cause before it gets worse"

At the pool

The lifeguard spit out his sip of beer at Zach’s sassy reply. He coughed and cleared his throat.
“Was just gonna say, you don’t seem like the shy type to me. Besides, being shy is boring.”

He smirked when he caught Zach staring at his chest. He subtly tensed his muscles.
“I’m Mateo, what’s your name? Or I can just keep calling you blondie.”Mateo ran a hand over his shaved head and took another sip of his drink.

“And yeah I’ve been here for two years. No superpowers, I just work here as a lifeguard.”
“You definitely look like you got some awesome powers. Unless making the staff around here hot and bothered is all you can do.”


Mateo flicked the can of beer into the trash can with practiced precision and turned his attention back to the pool, he had an actual job to do at the same time.


Location: Greenhouse
Interactions: The Martian Manhunter


"We’re going to save those kids, Daphne."

“You’re really a shit driver Daph.”

“One day at a time, Daph.”

The Martian Manhunter's deep set eyes opened wide. Finally after hours of telepathic pushing, he managed to break through and catch glimpses of his protege’s mind. He was surprised to see her posture had also changed. He floated closer towards Daphne, studying her more closely. She placed her hand just below her right shoulder, appearing to touch something on her upper arm. Her head was tilted into the same direction. He cocked his head and looked at her face. The corners of her mouth were drawn into a subtle smile while her eyes were still closed.

You're smiling....

The League hadn't found a way to determine exactly how much of her human self remained and how fast those remaining cells were changing. They were running against an invisible clock. The Martian telekinetically lifted up a watering can and lightly doused the soil around her. With a quiet goodbye to the Nymph, he left the greenhouse.

C H A P T E R T W O : MISTLE MISTERY
THE CROW'S NEST


THE BRIDGE

February 24rd, 2057 | 08:46am

Poppy watched the retreating backs of the Provisional Government agents. It was a similar scene to the morning prior. The difference being that Ionna was now walking between them, towards a new purpose and place to live, and the two agents that had arrived for the exchange that morning had been different from the last. One of them had been rather unremarkable in their features and seemed green around the gills. During the entire discussion, he'd kept mostly quiet and remained a step behind his associate, only moving when it was time to make the trade. The second was very obviously a Revenant. Pale skin and a deep red coloration of one of his eyes marked him as such, but the more striking feature was the severe scarring of his face. It was obvious that some extreme trauma he'd sustained had healed so grievously as to leave him grotesque and it was far too easy to dismiss him as nothing more than a man with ill intention. However, his natural charisma and pragmatic attitude painted him in a very different light and ended up doing most of the persuading.

The Commune was no place for a young girl. Children were the safest under the close watch of the government. There was little to no freedom but at least they were protected. Turning a child into a Revenant was cruel. Poppy didn’t agree with it. They would eventually mature into adults, but their bodies were trapped in time. Ionna should have never been allowed to exist as a Revenant but as one, and more importantly as a recently awoken child revenant, she was in better hands with the Provisional Government than theirs.

And it wasn't like other options weren't discussed or that their own competence as caretakers wasn't explored. The agent, who had introduced himself as Ducard, had also spent time expressing his admiration of the Commune and their skill. Retrieving the sample was by no means an easy task and the group's success was telling. Erik and Ajax specifically were met with some flattery as he shared how both of their skills were still widely acknowledged at headquarters. He was quite pleased to have finally met them. However, despite the worship, it was agreed upon that ultimately it was better this way.

After some final exchanges and a dodged question about the fate of the rest of the mistle, the two agents took their leave and Poppy watched them walk out of view. She looked at the companions to her side, gauging their reaction to Ionna’s departure. Erik and Ajax both had history with the Provisional Government. They knew where they were sending her off to.

Their commission was sitting inside two large wooden crates. Arguably more valuable was the mistle they recovered. It was decided to only hand in a sample. They didn’t tell them they uprooted the entire mistle from its original location. They would simply think it eventually died off.

Little did they know the Commune’s resident scientist was tinkering with the plant inside the safety of the Crow’s nest.

Some hours later....

Preparations for the karaoke night were in full swing. After their confrontation with the Tsar Bomba everyone had been knocked out cold, too tired to celebrate their victory. So they moved the party to the day after. Everyone took on a task, some out of their own volition, others were ordered to.

Against all expectations even Poppy had managed to free up some time from her relentless personal schedule to whip up a cake. It had actual sugar in it, berries, lemon peel and unlike everything else she normally cooked up, it tasted great. The cake was where her involvement ended. The medic had better things to do.

In the peaceful silence of the medical area she worked undisturbed, enjoying the stillness. The only sounds came from the distillation unit behind her. She was extracting essential oils from opium flowers and simultaneously making preparations for Amelia’s bed bath.
M E T A H U M A N Y O U T H C E N T E R

June 23th, 2021 | 14:08pm. | Taos, New Mexico

The pool

It was relatively quiet at the pool for the time of day. A handful of teens were lounging around, having drinks and sunbathing. The only people in the pool were two girls who were chatting on a pink and purple floatie. They were laughing and pointing at one of the guys who dove into the pool to retrieve their sunken sunglasses.

The lifeguard sat on a lounge bed closest to the pool, most likely bored out of his skull. He was wearing sunglasses and staring at his phone. It didn’t look like he was particularly busy. It didn’t take him long to notice the new arrival among the regulars. A guy with aggressively dyed blonde hair and hot pink swimming shorts. Zach cannon balled into the pool which made him smirk.

He zoomed in on Zach and snapped a picture before making his way over to him.
“Hey blondie, want me to get your back for you?”

The lifeguard had a cocky attitude about him. He picked up a bottle of sunblock and played around with it, throwing it up over his head and catching it behind his back. He lifted up his sunglasses and smiled.

The gym

Charlie was nearly finished with his first set of chest exercises, he wiped some sweat from his forehead and took a breather. He grabbed the bottle of water beside him and glugged it down. It was way too hot for this crap. He dried off his face with his tank top. This gym session was forced on him and he came half prepared. Only for the moron not to show up. Thiago could be such an asshole sometimes.

He got up from his seat to stretch. A weird looking guy entered the gym. He was giving heavy grease lightning vibes and didn’t look at all like he had any business working out. Charlie was sure he did though, likely when he wasn’t parading around dressed like John Travolta. The guy was built solid. It was annoying. Charlie didn’t feel like finishing up his set and he walked up to the new guy.

“Hey dude, do you need to borrow some workout clothes or something?”

The Cafeteria

Upon entering the cafeteria, Aleen'a would be met with the sight of various teenagers seated at tables. Some tables were nearly filled up, while others had no more than two people sharing a meal and conversation.

“Gotta love Nacho Day!” A passing teen said aloud amongst his group of friends. The group was on their way to the longer line in the cafeteria serving nachos with a station for toppings and condiments beyond the front of the line. Other food options were available of course but not quite as popular today. Just as Aleen'a absorbed all before her eyes, a voice of intrigue addressed her from behind.

“Whoa… I mean, hi! You're just really tall. I mean that's not a bad thing but it's… cool? I'm sorry if that's offensive or anything. I just… I just have a hard time breaking the ice with new people and… and I'm talking way too much.” She frowned before she simply decided to just stick to the basics. “What I mean to say is… Hi, my name is Cecile and I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you get here?”

Location: Ruined City outskirts
Interactions: Vincent, everyone


Poppy ignored Cerise's offer to explore the remains of the music store. She didn't want to leave the mistle out of her sight, considering all of the trouble they went through to get it. The Sidhe watched Vincent approach, unmoving from her spot. Her green eyes narrowed slightly. She moved the mistle carefully, setting it further away from Vincent.
"Think this is the first time I got to chat with you since I joined up,"

Poppy stared ahead at the building across of Vincent and her. For a couple of seconds there was the pull to go and search, making her restless. Sometimes she still believed he could simply pop up around any corner. Explore some unassuming place and stumble on a vital clue. Other times she recognized her foolishness and stopped searching for what wasn't there. Walk a fine line between hope and despair. It was something she had to learn to live with. The result of having deeply cared for someone.

After about a minute of silence she spoke to Vincent. She kept looking at the other side of the street, instead of turning her face towards him.
"I guess it is. The Commune's been together for a long time. Since you're new, here's a piece of advice. If you plan to keep up your reckless attitude, don't become too close to any of them."

The medic didn't want someone to disturb the fragile emotional health of the group, by first building a relationship and disappearing shortly after.

Poppy got up from her seat and made eye contact with Vincent for a couple of seconds. She didn't say anything and moved towards the music store. The box with the mistle was cradled in her arms like a baby wrapped in a cloth.
"Come on everyone, we need to head back. It's getting dark."

As per usual it wasn't a suggestion but rather a declaration.

E P I S O D E FIVE : G R O W I N G P A I N S
BLENDING IN


M E T A H U M A N Y O U T H C E N T E R

June 23th, 2021 | 13:02pm. | Taos, New Mexico

The Team arrived a couple of streets down from the Metahuman Youth Center. The Zeta Tube port was located in an unassuming clay brick house, one of many in Tao. It served as the perfect disguise. A short fifteen minute walk in the hot afternoon sun got them to where they needed to be. The Youth Center looked like an ill fit in the picturesque town. A hulking grey stone infrastructure, beating out most other buildings in size. Upon entering it was obvious the complex was founded by some serious money. Air conditioned halls drove off the stifling heat. Subtle influences of Taos could be spotted in the decor. Local artistry lined the walls and surrounding rooms. It gave the inside a bit of warmth and charm in an otherwise mostly aseptic environment.

They were instructed to wait for their contact to arrive. Thiago, a seventeen year old meta-human who'd been living at the center for roughly eleven months. He knew his way around the place, and had eyes and ears on the meta's inside. Though he had a reputation of being flaky, hot headed and loud mouthed. A good thirty minutes passed. The fire manipulating meta-human was nowhere to be found.

A presumed employee passed by the Team for the third time, finally addressing the group.
"Good afternoon folks. You're probably waiting on a tour of the place. I heard you all would be staying here a while and I must say, you're more than welcome here! I'm willing to bet Thiago is hauled up somewhere else."

"You know, the guy who was supposed to give you a tour. You'll know him when you see him, usually trash talking his friends with flames coming out of his ears.”


"Oh by the way, my name is Tomás . I work as one of the event coordinators for the center."

The Team got a tour of the facilities around the Youth Center which included a pool, a gym, gaming area, cafeteria, basketball court and a large library and garden. After the tour they were left with directions to get some lunch. Without any leads from their contact they would have to figure out their next step on their own.
C H A P T E R O N E : A NEW DAY
THE RUINED CITY


INNER CITY

February 23rd, 2057 | 16:57pm

The members of the Commune were hauled up on the side of a street after a harrowing escape from the Tsar Bomba. Their improvised but impeccable teamwork allowed them to complete the objective with minimal casualties. It was a testament to the trust they had in each others skills. A select few had entered inside a broken-down building, it's original purpose barely identifiable. Others remained vigilant outside, fighting the post battle exhaustion best they could.

Poppy was perched on the remains of a busstop. She sat with her back against the glass, her eyes were closed, shawl wrapped around her like a blanket. The Sidhe appeared unposed, but was acutely aware of her surroundings. Next to her sat a makeshift box, containing the mistle, secured in a handful of soil.

Location: Base of Mount Justice --> Greenhouse
Interactions: Martian Manhunter, Hex


Cain pulled up at the base of Mount Justice. He turned off the motor and waited, staring at the entrance. He gripped the steering wheel tight and his knuckles turned white. He felt the same mix of apprehension, adrenaline and fear he did before entering a flaming building. They told him what happened last. His dad lied about it for three days. The only reason he couldn't keep it up was because of her birthday. Daphne wouldn't just disappear on her birthday. The guys back at his station told him to leave mid shift. At first he wanted to go to Gotham University, confront his dad, punch him in the face. Ask him what the hell he'd done. While he was driving he realized his sister needed him more.

He sighed, running a hand across his tired face. Cain exited the car and walked over to the entrance where J'onn was waiting for him.
"Morning J'onn...." His voice cracked, both with dryness and the emotion he was trying to push down. The Martian Manhunter put a sympathetic hand on the young firefighter's shoulder. They didn't speak much on the way to the Greenhouse. With every step Cain felt worse.

The pair entered the improvised greenhouse. It was the size of a small garden shed, made of glass. Potted plants were whimsically arranged in the remaining space around Daphne. Cain stared at his sister, feeling a mixed bag of feelings. Mostly anger.
“I told you not to go Daph, Dad’s career isn’t your responsibility”

He didn’t talk, not even when the Martian Manhunter left. Cain’s face was set in a hard expression. He sighed loudly and softened up a little.They told him they weren’t sure if she could hear him.
“Hey Daph…..happy birthday sis…”
He rubbed the back of his neck. Cain looked at her serene face, searching for any hint of recognition. There wasn’t any. He sighed again and continued his side of the conversation.

“I fixed up your car with the guys back at the shop, worked out the dents, cleaned up the paint. Even added a bunch of flowers on the doors, made it look real nice. So it’s ready for your next accident.”

“You’re really a shit driver Daph” He laughed. The sound was hollow. Cain cleared his throat and noticed someone sitting next to Daphne. He didn’t see it before, a scrawny weird kid bundled up on the floor.

“Who the fuck are you??”
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