by Victor Von Doom » Mon Jul 05, 2021 8:57 pm
It's not every day that Victor Von Doom's private jet lands in the center of the Xaviers' University quad. But there it was, uninvited and unexpected.
The doors hissed open, a ramp extended, and a somewhat dazed and queasy Katarina Karkov, student of no real importance, staggered her way off the plane, still wearing a half-Latverian mask, a royal ballgown, and more jewelry than you could shake a stick at. A still-conscious Jezabelle Sherlock would be right behind her, dressed in Symkarian fineries of her own.
The other two passengers were in less good shape. A battered and bruised Nika Novak would be led to the infirmary for the second time in as many weeks; her gunshot wound to the shoulder paling in comparison to everything else she had experienced. And she would be joined by a masked stranger, securely restrained to a bed, on their way to get patched up in the infirmary.
Doom himself merely stood on the ramp, watching his guests disembark.
((Mostly just establishing everyone made it home, though open for people if'n they want!))