Science's Pursuit

[doc-richards.livejournal.com]

Reed Richards paces through his laboratory on the upper floors of the Baxter Building - stopping at each experiment to make sure they are operating within appropriate parameters, checking the readouts to interpret results, adjusting the antimatter containment fields.

The quiet hum of the machinery filling the room is interrupted by the klaxon of the building's security alarms. Before he can even stretch to the security monitors, a section of the roof caves in.

An outstretched limb grabs a blaster pistol kept nearby in the event of attack, as he peers into the cloud of dust.

"We prefer our visitors to register at the front desk.."

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[wwii-hero.livejournal.com]

He rises from the rubble and shakes his head to clear it. He's bleeding, and likely has a few busted ribs, but he looks otherwise ready for action.

"It should be, unless he smashed it on its way out."

[thor-odinsson.livejournal.com]

"Nay, my friend. Damaged, but operable."

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

She lights a cigarette and hurries to the jet. This building looks unstable.

"Good. Is Reed Richard's dead, captive, or just...compacted?" Her flesh ripples in discmofort at the idea of being squeezed into someone's fist like that.