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she blinded me with science!

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The Heropa Convention Center (that I just made up now)
WHEN: 4/23 and 4/24
WHAT: The Heropa Science and Technology Expo! A two day expo full of networking, demonstrations, presentations and talks celebrating all thing science and technology!

that is, until the second day, when everything goes to hell.
WARNINGS: Violence, possible attempted murder--will edit if needed!

April 23
The expo is off to a good start. The convention center's main hall is littered with tables and people. The tables represent everything from individual work, to start-up firms, to massive chemical conglomerates. Next door, a few ballrooms have been quickly converted to hold talks and demonstrations. The main stage areas are lined with plastic (to help prevent any sort of spills on the hardwood floors) and folding chairs are set in rows.

The main hall itself is jam-packed, with people wandering between tables and talks freely. Those presenting or manning a table have nametags--those visiting are laden down with maps and brochures. There's also some damn good punch and sandwiches if the free food at these sort of things is more your take.

All in all, everything seems to be going well!

April 24
Did we say everything was going well? Because now it's not.

During one particular talk, something horrible happens. What was supposed to be a routine demonstration of a chemical effect goes terribly wrong, with the chemicals exploding. The people in the first few rows are splattered with the chemicals, crying out in pain as it burns their skin. However, with any imPorts in the first few rows, something goes horribly wrong. Whether it happens instantly or some time later, their powers start to go out of control, unknowingly wrecking havoc on the convention center itself.

It's time to be a hero, you guys. Help take care of the people and bring your fellow out of control imports down!

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April 23
Connors was having a field day. A two-day science expo? This was perfect! He was having the time of his life already, and was spending most of the day with a massive grin on his face (which would come as a bit of a shock for anyone who actually knew Connors.)

For the first half of the day, he can be found at a table, talking to any potential listener about the organization he works for. For the second half, he flits between talks and wandering around the main hall, obviously having the time of his life. He was surrounded by like-minded people who all celebrated and prioritized the same thing that he did, why shouldn't he be having a good time?

April 24
One of those out of control imPorts? Poor Curt Connors. He was looking forward to the demonstration today. However, as he desperately tried to grasp at his sanity and try to prevent himself from turning into that thing, he couldn't help but reflect that he should have stayed at home today.

With a sickening noise, Connors transformed into the Lizard, tattered remains of his lab coat dangling off of the reptile's body. The Lizard regarded his surroundings. He was at a science exposition of some kind. And, while Connors had plenty of scientific knowledge, the Lizard's...well, he had good days and he had bad days. Today wasn't one of those good days. All he needed to do was force one of those humans into a temporary alliance to get rid of Connors once and for all and have reptile dominance ensue!

Hissing to himself, the Lizard bounded out of the ballroom, into the main convention hall. Violently slashing at anyone who tried to get in his way, he attempted to make his way through the rapidly parting crowd, in an attempt to find a chemist.

APRIL 23:
Technically, Rochelle was an assistant editor now. But today she insisted on coming along with one of the reporters. It had been a long time since she did anything in print journalism, but it didn't hurt to get a refresher. Because hey, if she was going to do this job? Might as well do it right. Right?

For most of the day, Ro can be found tagging along with one of her older, more grizzled reporters, listening in on whatever interviews he can get with the different firms and conglomerates. Sometimes she chimed in with her own questions as they went. And so far? This wasn't so bad. Different, yeah. But journalism was still journalism, and Rochelle was finding herself getting back in the hang of it.

APRIL 24:
Technically, Rochelle was an assistant editor now. Technically, she didn't need to be here. But that didn't register until the explosion threw her literally out of her seat. Vaguely, she heard her grizzled reporter Mike screaming as chemicals ate his skin.

Desperately, she tried to get up. Desperately, she tried to fight the burning sensation in her head that was suddenly traveling through the rest of her body. At first, she thought she had been hit too, just like Mike. But as she struggled to get on her feet, her body was grotesquely shifting and rearranging itself. Her arms and legs suddenly felt way too long, and her neck stretched far enough that she thought it was going to break. When she tried to scream, all that came out were screeches and--

And--

Something green spat out of her throat. Almost immediately, it started to sizzle and eat through the floor.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no. God, no. Please don't tell her she was one of them. Please don't tell her she was a zombie. Please don't tell her that that was acid that just came out of her mouth. Please please please please don't tell her that that's why people are screaming at her as she stands up.

Please.

[ She had been so certain she wasn't affected by the chemicals. They had barely doused her and nothing had occurred for the first fifteen minutes. As she pulled people away from a terrified crowd that was willing to trample each other, her grip on one of them, particularly their collar, was suddenly too tight and they began to struggle as their airway was cut off. Her heart skipped a beat and she loosened her hold on them, but the fabric tore and they tumbled back down into the crowd, getting bowled over by another wave of frightened people.

She let the others go in a less crowded part of the room, but just barely in time as her vision went red and a beam of it burst from her eyes without warning. It tore through the wall opposite of her in an instant, and the worst part was she couldn't get it to stop. She forced her eyes shut, slapping her hands over her face as old fears resurfaced. ]

No, no!

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