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Feb 14, 2015 1:01 PM: Valentine’s Day, 1963, three stories below Gamma Base – Sector D-7, Something is about to go very wrong in the 60s.
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Feb 14, 2015 1:01 PM
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AFTERNOON;Chant
Gamma Base – Sector D-7, Project Glow-Up Lab
Valentine’s Day, 1963
Hidden deep beneath the arid sprawl of Fort Sam Houston, Sector D-7 wasn’t listed on any official blueprints. To the untrained eye, it was a routine research wing. But behind biometric vaults, electromagnetic shielding, and two layers of lead-lined steel, the crown jewel of the American gamma program pulsed quietly in wait.
The laboratory was cathedral-like in scope—three stories tall with observation decks that ringed the perimeter like a surgical amphitheater. Glassy floors gleamed under the intense fluorescence of the overhead strip lights, and the walls bore no insignia, no logos—just sterile white panels veined with conduits that hummed faintly with life. Thick cables snaked across ceiling gantries and disappeared into the floor, all leading to the singular marvel of engineering at the heart of the chamber:
The Gamatron.
A masterpiece of mid-century scientific ambition, the Gamatron stood over twenty feet tall, its cylindrical core encased in segmented shielding that rotated and hissed with supercooled nitrogen. Copper coil arrays circled the outer shell like the rings of Saturn, glowing faintly green as they channeled charged particles into the device’s central reaction chamber. Transparent panels displayed shifting data streams on analog screens—oscilloscope readouts, radiation counters, and biometric readings. The entire system was managed from a glassed-in control booth suspended above the floor like a judge’s perch, lined with toggle switches, rotary dials, and blinking indicator bulbs.
Something is about to go very wrong in the 60s.
Maelstrom:: The day had all the makings of another historic moment in the history of the Shawarma Palace, something which never proved to be a good sign. History had a track record of proving this time and time again sadly. Everything from inappropriate wanna be rock star Health Inspectors to persisting rumors of cannabalism to a landlord who had so little faith in their enterprise that he was continually marching prospective new tenants through their lunchtime rushes. And those were some of the good moments.
Presently there were only a few people in the Palace, a throng of would be patrons werre locked outside. Those inside include the Belchers, and a few other regulars, all of whom had promised to behave while the Avengers were present, and had some how managed to fanagle their way in on the promise that they would behave themselves. Those regulars present included the tenant to the left of Bob's Burgers storefront, Mr. Tician. Mr. Tician, Mort to his friends, was the proprietor and director of "It's Your Funeral". A funeral home and crematorium specializing in custom themed funerals & caskets whose store front display currently offered a special Avengers themed Funereal in memory of all those who had passed during the battle of New York. Mort had become a regular of Bob's following the rumors of the Palace substituing real human meat for Lamb. This wasn't true of course, much to Bob's dismay. Mort liked to regularily re-assure everyone of this fact out of fear that they might think he was the supplier. He did this so often the rumor would never die.
Next to Mort sat Teddy, a handiman of questionable talent who ate at the resturant everyday and was possibly Bob's best friend. He was most excited about seeing the Black Widow up close, Bob knew this to be true given Teddy's statement the day prior regarding the Russian gymnast when Teddy said "She's got interesting collar bones and a perfect forehead."
Secretely, Bob was praying Teddy would be struck by laringitize today.
Glancing up at the wall clock, Bob realized that the Avengers would be here shortly for their anniversary meal, commemorating the moment the Avengers realized they were a team. That had happened right here at Bob's if you could beleive it. He gathered his family together to give them a pep talk. What it lacked in pep, it made up for with huge helpings of liberally sprinkled instructions, most of which starting with the phrase "Don't, under any condition....". As always, his pep talk ended with his traditional re-affirmation of faith he held for his family, which went something like “Listen, All of you. That mean you too Louise. Listen you're my children and I love you. And WE, We love you. Really. We do. But, you're all terrible at what you do here and I feel like I should tell you. I'd fire all of you if I could.”
A tired sigh followed these words as he buried his face momentarily in the sweaty palm of his hand. He was sweating. Was the air conditioning working he wondered as something high above sounded off with a tinnie echo — "clunk"
Bob looked up as the bell attached to the door sounded, the Avengers were here; Where was Gene? Please don't let Gene be greeting them, please please don't let Gene be greeting them, not after last year. Please, don't." thought Bob as he took a deep breath, crossed his fingers, and hoped that Mort had gotten all of his affairs in order should he die of mortal embarrassement due to his family — It was the main constant in his sweaty life.
Chant:: Luckily for Bob(?), his wife Lynda was at the door to greet the arriving Avengers and wrangle her children, all of whom were peering out from behind her with glee and a possible glint of endearing madness in their eyes. Arriving were Natasha Romanoff, aka The Black Widow, the first Avenger, Steve Rogers — Captain America, Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye, Doctor Bruce Banner with a pocketful of Percocet to ensure the Hulk would NOT make an appearance, Tony Stark, Iron Man, who also had a pocketful of Percocet (not necessary for Banner, but you never know), and Thor Odinson. Joining them this day were Scot Lang, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, and Hope Van Dyne, all of them new additions to the lineup; Sam Wilson was skipping the day given the incident with Gene the year prior.
They were usurded in by an elite team of S.H.I.E.L.D agents assisted by New York's finest. Nearby several fire house sat on high alert, a precautionary measure, not because of the Avenger's mind you. No, it had become standard protocal over the years since the Belcher's had joined the neighborhood. Linda lead them to their reserved table which was as far from the other resturant regulars as possible, which meant they had the booth by the bathroom.
Seating them, Lynda remarked to Natasha, "You know Teddy's right, you do have interesting collar bones and a perfect forehead." to wich the Widow replied with a simple, understated albiet curiousily toned " Alright, thank you.".
She looked to her team mates curiousily and silently wished she were with Sam (or anywhere else for that matter).
"Nice to see you again Linda." She added with great civility before pushing on to their awaiting table.
With the Avengers seated, Lynda distributed the freshly wiped menus and promised to be back in a moment with their waters. She then turned and shushed her kids into the kitchen where Bob stood peering out, grumbling quietly to himself about who to fire first.
Chant:: Luckily for Bob(?), his wife Lynda was at the door to greet the arriving Avengers and wrangle her children, all of whom were peering out from behind her with glee and a possible glint of endearing madness in their eyes. Arriving were Natasha Romanoff, aka The Black Widow, the first Avenger, Steve Rogers — Captain America, Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye, Doctor Bruce Banner with a pocketful of Percocet to ensure the Hulk would NOT make an appearance, Tony Stark, Iron Man, who also had a pocketful of Percocet (not necessary for Banner, but you never know), and Thor Odinson. Joining them this day were Scot Lang, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, and Hope Van Dyne, all of them new additions to the lineup; Sam Wilson was skipping the day given the incident with Gene the year prior.
They were usurded in by an elite team of S.H.I.E.L.D agents assisted by New York's finest. Nearby several fire house sat on high alert, a precautionary measure, not because of the Avenger's mind you. No, it had become standard protocal over the years since the Belcher's had joined the neighborhood. Linda lead them to their reserved table which was as far from the other resturant regulars as possible, which meant they had the booth by the bathroom.
Seating them, Lynda remarked to Natasha, "You know Teddy's right, you do have interesting collar bones and a perfect forehead." to wich the Widow replied with a simple, understated albiet curiousily toned " Alright, thank you.".
She looked to her team mates curiousily and silently wished she were with Sam (or anywhere else for that matter).
"Nice to see you again Linda." She added with great civility before pushing on to their awaiting table.
With the Avengers seated, Lynda distributed the freshly wiped menus and promised to be back in a moment with their waters. She then turned and shushed her kids into the kitchen where Bob stood peering out, grumbling quietly to himself about who to fire first.
Maelstrom:: The day had all the makings of another historic moment in the history of the Shawarma Palace, something which never proved to be a good sign. History had a track record of proving this time and time again sadly. Everything from inappropriate wanna be rock star Health Inspectors to persisting rumors of cannabalism to a landlord who had so little faith in their enterprise that he was continually marching prospective new tenants through their lunchtime rushes. And those were some of the good moments.
Presently there were only a few people in the Palace, a throng of would be patrons werre locked outside. Those inside include the Belchers, and a few other regulars, all of whom had promised to behave while the Avengers were present, and had some how managed to fanagle their way in on the promise that they would behave themselves. Those regulars present included the tenant to the left of Bob's Burgers storefront, Mr. Tician. Mr. Tician, Mort to his friends, was the proprietor and director of "It's Your Funeral". A funeral home and crematorium specializing in custom themed funerals & caskets whose store front display currently offered a special Avengers themed Funereal in memory of all those who had passed during the battle of New York. Mort had become a regular of Bob's following the rumors of the Palace substituing real human meat for Lamb. This wasn't true of course, much to Bob's dismay. Mort liked to regularily re-assure everyone of this fact out of fear that they might think he was the supplier. He did this so often the rumor would never die.
Next to Mort sat Teddy, a handiman of questionable talent who ate at the resturant everyday and was possibly Bob's best friend. He was most excited about seeing the Black Widow up close, Bob knew this to be true given Teddy's statement the day prior regarding the Russian gymnast when Teddy said "She's got interesting collar bones and a perfect forehead."
Secretely, Bob was praying Teddy would be struck by laringitize today.
Glancing up at the wall clock, Bob realized that the Avengers would be here shortly for their anniversary meal, commemorating the moment the Avengers realized they were a team. That had happened right here at Bob's if you could beleive it. He gathered his family together to give them a pep talk. What it lacked in pep, it made up for with huge helpings of liberally sprinkled instructions, most of which starting with the phrase "Don't, under any condition....". As always, his pep talk ended with his traditional re-affirmation of faith he held for his family, which went something like “Listen, All of you. That mean you too Louise. Listen you're my children and I love you. And WE, We love you. Really. We do. But, you're all terrible at what you do here and I feel like I should tell you. I'd fire all of you if I could.”
A tired sigh followed these words as he buried his face momentarily in the sweaty palm of his hand. He was sweating. Was the air conditioning working he wondered as something high above sounded off with a tinnie echo — "clunk"
Bob looked up as the bell attached to the door sounded, the Avengers were here; Where was Gene? Please don't let Gene be greeting them, please please don't let Gene be greeting them, not after last year. Please, don't." thought Bob as he took a deep breath, crossed his fingers, and hoped that Mort had gotten all of his affairs in order should he die of mortal embarrassement due to his family — It was the main constant in his sweaty life.
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