Ok lets recap; so far Specter found himself in New York City with no memory of his past. He had joined a school for mutants that was being repaired due to a resent attack. On his first day there he had left the grounds to end up wandering through central park where he discovered a medium's shop run by another mutant who could really speak with ghost. Then upon leaving the shop he just happened to run into yet another mutant that had killed a cop, and tried to blow him up. Specter was still alittle shaken up by that part of it. After all how did he end up surviving, and without even a scratch on him? All of this had happened in a single day and he still didn't have the first clue as to why he had lost his memory. Well this was a new day. Maybe he could figure something out. Right at that moment however he was sitting in a coffe shop he found close by the school drinking an expresso, and wishing it was something a bit harder. Apperantly here in America you couldn't buy alchohol if you wheren't over 21 no matter how much you need the warm embrace of a good vodka. All and all Specter really, REALLY, needed something to take his mind off things.

Slade stomped ungainly into the cafe, being 6'8" meant entering buildings was an ordeal, not to mention the stares that followed him being the car in human form that he was. Homosapiens... they obviously had never been taught not to stare as children!

He strode over to a table and waved to a diminuitive waitress while seating himself. He couldn't drink too much coffee before his engines felt the pain but one or two never hurt. Besides it was a welcome change from the engine fuel he normally had to consume.

He peered around as the timid woman poured him a strong filter coffee. Most people here were boring and ordinary. A few stood out though, in particular a dark and obviously troubled young man sitting on the table next to him. He seemed lost in his thoughts. Slade thought he looked like he was in need of a 'pick me up'...
"Hope the coffee isn't what makes you look so down kid, you ok?"
Slade had never been great at the conversation starters but he generally found a joke was a good way to get people talking.

Specter looked up from his coffee when he heard somebody talking to him. He had to stare for a moment at what he saw. There sitting at the table next to him was a......... car?! To make matters even stranger it was this car that had addressed him. To give himself time to think of what he could possible say to a veichal Specter took a long sip of his coffee thinking how the strangeness was starting early this morning. So what do you say when your a mutant with memory loss who's holding a conversation with a robot car anyhow. Specter figured he might as well just start with the most none threatening thought running through his head. "This city have normal people yet? Neight, weak drink, but adiquite. You are car?" Ok so even Specter couldn't help but ask like anyone esle wouldn't have done the same. Specter knew he hadn't been at the mansion very long, but he really didn't think this guy was part of the staff. So he had to wonder where a guy that looked like a car went to keep from being harrazed by the biggets that would see him as scrap metal.

Hades was tired of the labs so he took a drive down to town. He parked his car in a nearby parking lot and took a walk. It was early in the afternoon, as he walked he casually observed the passersby, not they any of them were of any interest to him. Today he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. After strolling for roughly an hour he got bored and headed to a coffee shop that he had passed earlier.

Entering he ordered a strong cup of coffee. Noticing the mechanic that he met earlier in the vehicle bay he wandered over. “Hey Slade how’s it going?”

Slade chuckled, the same question every time...
"Yeah, an audi R8 vehicle to be exact. And NYC has very few, uh, 'normal' people... this is kind of mutant central."
Slade smiled warmly, leaning back and folding his arms contentedly.
"So, what brings you to the big apple?"

As he spoke he heard a voice behind him. Swivelling his head slowly, the gears and systems in his neck grinding with a hiss as he turned. The man who had accosted him was Hades, Slade smiled broadly at him and extended a hand.
"Hades. How are you? Fancy running into you here of all places!"

Slade wanted to introduce the young man but he hadn't yet got his name, he set back in his undersized chair.
"So pull up a chair man," Slade turned back to the kid. "I'm sorry this is Hades, and you are..?"

Specter took in what Slade was telling him as he slowly drank his coffe. A mutant that could transform into a car. The very concept sound like something out of a comic book, but then who was he to judge really. When asked what had brought him to New York Specter felt that it was best not to give true answer. So when this new guy showed up and begain speaking with Slade he was greatful for the oppritunity to ignore the question for a moment. Then Slade introduced the man as Hades, and asked that Specter introduce himself. Hades; well Specter did know about the mythical Greek god of the underworld. Of course he wasn't sure how. He wondered if this was the man's real name or if both these men preffered to go by codes. Well what could it hurt. It wasn't like ether of these men knew him, nor did they seem to be wanting to cause any trouble. "The name is Specter. I come to city for as you have said 'mutant central.'" Specter quickly powered up his ecto energy so that his eyes started to glow with green fire for the other 2 to see, and then powered down again drinking his coffee as though he had done nothing.

Hades took the offered hand in a strong firm handshake; he had taken a liking to the mechanical mechanic.
Hades raised his eyebrows slightly at the show of powers, “Nice to meet you Spector.” Said Hades as he brought his hand from where it was, on top of his lap, under the table, through the table to pickup his cup of coffee and casually sip it. The move was subtle and would have passed unnoticed to all but the extremely observant.

Turning to Spector he said “So Specter where are you from? What brings you here?”

As Slade saw the young man's eyes shine green Slade began to laugh. This kid had spirit that was for sure. Slade wanted to know more of what this kid did as his mutation...
"Nice eyes, Specter. I assume that isn't your real name, just as Slade isn't mine..." Slade paused as Hades slipped his hand through the table. That looked like a pretty sweet party trick!

Slade let his small talk drift off as Hades asked the meaningful questions. He averted his gaze from Hades' hands and returned his attention to Specter, downing his coffee with an almost painful gulp. Who knew if the kid decided to talk he might learn a bit about Slade... More questions about this 'Specter's' mutation could wait a bit.

Just as he figured of course Hades had to be a mutant as well. Though his ability to pass through the table was quite intresting. It might actually help explain how he had been able to survive that explosion. Still Specter had no idea how he had activated such a power, but he was deffently going to look into it. Then he was asked the one question he was dreading. A question that would involve explaining his past. For now Specter wanted to keep his memory loss to himself. After all he knew nothing about these two or how they might use the information agenst him if they so wished. It was best to play dumb answering as alofly as possible so as to not raise to much attention. "I am from the mother land, Russia, the fine country that it is. What brings me here? The fact that the America's refuse to sell the Rotgut they call Vodka do to being a 'minor' as they so rudely put it. It is shame when fine Russian stock can not have what is as common to him as mother's milk." Specter really hoped the issue wouldn't be pressed any further than this. These gentelmen had been pleasent enough for the moment, and he would hate to have to cut the conversation short.

Again Hades slightly raised one eyebrow, it was an incredulous story, and it was blatantly obvious to Hades that the kid, this ‘Specter’ was lying through his teeth, but oh well if the kid did not feel comfortable telling him that was fine. Hades could just as easily find out about the kid if he wanted to.

“Ah such a tragedy, so besides revelling in the Vodka here, how are you finding the city?”

There was some sarcasm and exaggeration there, not too much , but enough to pass on the message that though Hades knew very well that Mr “Specter” here was lying, if he was not comfortable talking zbout that area it was fine with Hades.

Iesland began to smile as he walked into the coffee shop. This place was one of his regular stops, and today seemed to be some sort of mutant central, what with the giant talking car sitting at a table with two people who could only be mutants. Looking behind him to make sure Ghost saw him come in, he walked up to the counter and made his order.

"Hey, Alice, how's it been?" He laid his pad down on the counter so she could read what he had written.

"Hey Iesland. I've been okay, but it's pretty busy today, so I don't have much time to chat. Those guys over there friends of yours?"

"No. I have no clue who they are, but I'm about to find out."

"Hmm... Good luck then. The usual?"

"Yeah, but make it a double." Iesland pulled out a twenty with his lower left hand, and wrote "Keep five for yourself." Since Iesland didn't have to pay any rent, he always had an overage of cash. He could live off of the interest of his college fund, with much to spare.

"Coming right up." Alice gave Iesland back his change and then made two large triple-shot double-caff expressos, black. "Here you go."

Iesland took the coffee to the table that the car occupied, and pulled up a chair, motioning to Ghost that he got her some coffee. "So, what's with the mutant gathering, eh? I'm Iesland Mujave. I come here a lot, and you're definately not regulars here. What brings you to this particular coffee shop?" Iesland scribbled furiously on his pad for a couple seconds, then handed it to Slade and motioned for him to pass it around.

Ghost entered the coffee shop alongside Iesland, but stopped and fidgeted nervously by the door when she saw who was in there:

There were a few brave souls who sat at various tables and booths. Most of those left seemed the business type. Most were tapping away at laptops and/or PDAs while they talked importantly on their invisible phone headsets, too busy to realize how many people in the shop could currently kill them.

There were the employees, most of which seemed used to seeing at least Iesland.

And then there was the group of mutants.

Ghost looked them over, trying to decide if they were dangerous. Not that she could do anything if they did something dangerous, but she worried for weaker mutants like herself and the humans. What were they supposed to do if the guy with the greenish glowing eyes suddenly lit stuff on fire or something? She knew that she'd be hosed.

Iesland didn't seem nervous at all. He came back with two coffees and handed her one before taking a seat with the group. Ghost followed him, but preferred to stand, hovering by one of his many elbows as he scribbled onto a pad of paper. She read the paper before he passed it around. Well, it wasn't entirely rude. She sipped at her coffee and nearly gagged at its strength and bitterness.

"Bluh! What is this stuff?" She said rather loudly before she could stop herself. She eeped and covered her own mouth with her hand. She hadn't meant to say anything, but she was expecting something at least a little sweet in her cup. Her cheeks burned pinkish, a color that was especially set off by the combination of the red, powdery dot on her forehead that marked her as a Hindu faithful and her short white hair.

While his note was being passed around, Iesland heard Ghost come up behind him. Why she didn't sit down he had no idea, it's not like anyone could try anything dangerous what with the cop two tables over. As he looked behind himself to motion for her to sit down, Iesland heard her adverse reaction to the coffe he got her. Well, he should have expected that at least. That particular mix of coffee was bought exclusevly by him, as his arms burned twice the calories and used twice the energy of a normal set, he needed to eat, drink, and go to the bathroom more. And in-between meals, coffee helped.

So his smoke screen had failed. Hades had seen right through the lies as if they where glass. Still he wasn't pressing the issue, and sense that was what Specter wanted he wasn't going to ether. Sharing a dark glance with Hades Specter felt uneasy around the guy. He was to clean, to neat, to precices with his movements. Yeah this guy was deffently a proffesinal. Specter was going to have to watch himself from now on. Of course so far this little game was in its early stages, and hard to figure an out come. Who knew if Specter played his cards right he might have just found himself a new sparing partner. This would have to wait however as two more players seemed to join their little group. So much for having a quite cup of joe. Specter scanned the paper as it was pasted to him. This guy obviously had no tacktical training or else he would know never to give out so much information about ones self when first meeting people. The girl was alittle more intresting plainly a very shy person Specter wondered if she even wanted to be there at the moment. Yes indeed this game had just got alittle more intresting. Now Specter needed to choose a side. After all 4 on one wasn't very fair... for them.

ooc - whoa biiiiiig step onwards sorry guys was at a party yesterday!

ic - As specter ranted about his homeland and america Slade cocked his head slightly, this guy was used to pushing topics under the mat. Slade didn't particularly want to press the guy, he himself didn't like it when others pried beyond their welcome...

Not that he could have done seeing as a random pulled up a chair and addressed them all with words and a strange note telling them about this Iesland... As much as Slade was for company this was turning into a crowd, and glancing over to the bar staff it didn't look like the mutant crowd held too much affection. It wasn't anything malicious just recognition of "bad for business". Mutants were like the new unwanted youth of today in that respect... Slade also noticed a pair of police men, damn pigs they didn;t like crowds either. Made it harder for them to pick on you!

"So, Iesland, considering you just handed half your life on a piece of paper I won't begrudge you my name." He offered a thick metallic hand, "Slade."
He then noticed the girl hovering behind him. Jeez couldn't have been more scared if she was in a dark alley with this grouping.
"And who are you lady? You in with this guy?"