Redwood Manor [CVnU Closed Location]

The truest wisdom is resolute determination.

~Napoleon Bonaparte

Redwood Manor appears, on the surface, to be a cozy manor in the center of an Alaskan forest. With four hundred and fifty two acres of private land in the middle of the coldest, most inhospitable forests in America it offers total privacy and complete seclusion from the world.

Built by her own hands as a private retreat before she lost her powers it has become one of the few places where she is truly safe thanks to the plethora of emissions reduction technology Liberty has installed.

• Psychic 'chaff' to diffuse the mental signatures of any residents until they are as dim and distributed as small animals; hiding them from any psychic, regardless of power.
• Electromagnetic shielding to capture and redirect any bioelectrical currents powerful enough to be detected from a distance and scrambles x-ray or satellite pictures.
• Magical runes carved into the cornerstones, creating a powerful barrier around the entire manor, one that wards away scrying eyes.
• Sonic muffling that soundproofs the manor. As such the heartbeats or voices of those within it cannot be detected by those with hypersensitive hearing.

Even after one enters the manor itself one will find no signs it is actually the base for a metahuman. Instead it is a warm, luxurious manor filled with comfortable furniture, summer colors, books, and all the luxuries one would expect from a multi-million dollar retreat.

Library: Each room has at least one bookshelf stocked with well read classics and the library is enormous and composed of several sections.

• Law. Liberty endeavors to maintain an up to date law library that has a section for each of the fifty states as well as a large section for federal law. One corner is devoted to the G20 countries.
• History. An avid reader of history Kelly ensures this is the largest section of the library. A copy of nearly any major text can be found here and there is also a locked cabinet with first editions and original works.
• Metahuman affairs. As a metahuman Liberty maintains a fairly good sized section of works on the metahuman phenomenon.
• General. This section is the second largest and contains at least one book on nearly any imaginable subject from the occult to the Orion project.

Pool: A heated indoor pool, a hundred by twenty five feet it ranges from three feet to thirty feet in depth. There is also a shower and a variety of water-sport athletic equipment.

Shooting Range: The bottom floor of one entire wing is a pistol, carbine, and archery range. With reinforced concrete walls, a clay backstop, and ten wide firing lanes it provides a place to hone ones ranged skills.

Gym:Directly above the range is the gym. It is equipped to allow anyone from a beginner to a metahuman to find a suitable challenge. Everything from agility ladders to treadmills to reinforced heavy bags to free weights can be found within the confines of the indoor track that runs around the outer perimeter of the gym. Even a small bar is available, stocked with the latest protein drinks, supplements, vitamins and of course bottled water.

Sleeping Quarters:The bedrooms are all located in the upper portion of the central wing. They wrap around a central panic room in a U shape, allowing ever occupant in the house to depart their spacious and sunny private rooms and travel to a titanium above ground bomb shelter at a moments notice.

The Base: Liberty's personal base for all her meta human needs is located under the concrete foundation in a sub basement not on any blueprint or floorplan. It is the only part of the house that would appear to be anything more than the private residence of a reclusive millionaire.

It offers a training area, a research station, powerful radio (from the 1980's), a vacuum tube computer (that needs to be replaced) and a soundproof chamber of titanium reinforced with artificial adamant from the hearts of dying stars.

Rules:

Private. Your character, no matter how well connected doesn't know about it and doesn't stumble onto it by accident.

All CVnU Rules Apply.

Wow.....this is awesome. Very nice location setting, too.

Great work! I love some of the smaller details, like the out-of-date computer. :D

@inner_demon: @mercy_:

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[ Anyway I thanked both of you before the site decided to spit in my eye! ]

@lady_liberty:

The site was just jealous of your awesomeness.

@inner_demon: [ Must have been lol. ]

@lady_liberty: Because why not ;p

Where'd you get the room layouts btw? They're amazing

Meh

Awesome :D

Pretty darn sweet. I agree, the layouts are pretty epic!

Nice ;)

Oh my God! I love this...you....stuff and things!

This is a brilliant layout! I wish I could visit it :)

Beautiful

@mercy_: They're someones assignment for art class. I think they passed ;-)

@valerie_huntington: @ian_idyll: @schlampe: @andres_knightfall: @_the_don: @pyrogram: @quintus_knightfall: [ Thanks :-) ]

I swear, my timing is on another level.

Moves in.

@schlampe: [ Go ahead! ]

@lady_liberty: You should throw a party so I can gatecrash and get drunk in your library :P

....That was actually unexpected. >.>

(Nice Job)

@schlampe: Well, I'm following you home....Or Cormac might >.>

:P

@pyrogram: [ Hah! ]

@schlampe: [ Your welcome anytime! ]

@shadowswordmaster: [ Thanks! ]

(Now its my turn to fck up where you live ;)

Please let that happen.

ROFL

I got that.

Turn up!

@lady_liberty:

[First IC post!]

Miserably hidden away in the surreptitiously located manor, the pitifully powerless "Destructor" lounged lazily around one of the upstairs bedrooms, staring wearily at the plain ivory ceiling. Hearing nary a peep, save for what noises she made as she moved around, she concluded that she must be alone. Hard to tell without any enhanced senses. Had she a choice of even one of her abilities back, in that moment she would have burned a hole in the ceiling with her eyes, just because. The books were too much for her, she couldn't swim, couldn't shoot, and found nothing else to occupy herself.

[Victory.]

Our landing was difficult; my twin engine Cessna was a solid plane but there were no lights, merely the reflection of the moon off the lake. We bounced a few times before settling in and with the aid of a spotlight I cruised us to the planes storage shed. I opened the doors, chained the plane to the indoor dock and waved my guests to the snowmobiles.

This is one of the most isolated and desolate locations in the world. I packed the supplies we will need on my snowmobile and helped my guests tie their luggage down then explained to them how to operate the snowmobile. Then we departed; roaring through the pristine snow coating the forest floor.

Its a forty five minute drive before we arrive at my home. The porch lights were on and I saw Ester walk down the stairs of the enclosed porch. Flat crates with nails driven through them, spiking up, littered the ground around my manor; they kept the grizzlies away. I carried in my luggage and helped my guests carry theirs in, then bolted the four deadbolts on the steel door.

@lady_liberty: Silent apprehension settled in long before Abigail had boarded the private craft to the far our location for a purpose yet undisclosed, but which she had a good idea she could guess. The unknown purpose, however, was not the cause of her apprehension. It was more the fact of the guest she had insisted on bringing along - Emilie Aensland. For security reasons, she did not want the woman home without her. However, she had never been made to take any long-distance trips away from home, and certainly not by air or sea, since the accident that damaged her brain. Not only that, but her tolerance for any lands aside from the home had been reduced to minuscule levels.

Still, surprisingly, Emilie took most of the trip well, and it was Abby who was worried more than she, even if in vain. Even during the unsteady landing, she made not much fuss, save for a small grunt whilst tightening her grip on Abby's arm. For all her apparent weakness, she still had a killer grip; it actually caused quite a bit of discomfort. But soon, they were steady once more and the tension eased until they were fully grounded. Next part was even worse. Or so Abigail had predicted.

Snow mobiles. A crash course to get the basics down still left much to be desired, and with her mother in tow, Abigail would have to move even more slowly to ensure she would not lose her grip, or just let go out of carelessness.

Thankfully, the ground trip to the manor was likewise successful. It was tough to make out completely, in the dark, but from what could be gathered, it was quite an impressive residence indeed. Issuing a cordial greeting to the winged woman waiting for them, luggage and family were brought into the warm home, and thankfully so. "Thank you so much for letting me bring my mum. We'll be as small a burden as possible, and we shouldn't be in your hair long."

In the near future

I held open the door and waved her in, my eyes scanning the porch for luggage. "Welcome to my humble abode." Not my wittiest line. But whatever. "So, anything you need? And did you bring any computer equipment? I'm afraid all I've got here is from a long.. long time ago."

@lady_liberty: Dropping her rather sizeable duffel on the floor with a moderately heavy thud, Antonia scanned the building's interior with discerning eyes, her countenance indistinct until her at a glance viewing was finished. "If this is humble, I'm the Queen of England. This is pretty magnificent," she remarked with a smile and a nod expressing that quite an impression had been made already. At least, until the unfortunate revelation of the apparent outdatedness of its technological components, followed by a low but purposefully audible, quipping utterance, "Well, maybe I spoke too soon." Issuing a reassuring nod and smile, she nonverbally waved off her own remark, just to be sure not to offend. "I've got what I need. Always prepared. Am I gonna have to set up my own network, or is that covered?"

@antonia:

I assumed she carried her electric equipment in that bag. By all accounts she was more than proficient; I had made an attempt to keep up with the changes in technology but the majority of my knowledge was physics based, not electronic. Electronic and computer specialists were, in my view, necessary to be effective in today's world.

"No, no network." With a chuckle, this place is nice but what was 'state of the art' when I built it is now antiquated junk. "The electronics around here consist of a radio.. and a vacuum tube computer."

@lady_liberty: Although minutely bothered by the lack of preferable conditions, Antonia kept certain not to come off as ungrateful for anything with regards to she who had secured a timely release without the fugitive tag. Adhering to a certain standard of politeness, she made her request as humble as possible. "Well, you wouldn't mind too much if I were to get something of my own set up sometime during my stay? I can guarantee security." Casting a look to the top of the stairs, she couldn't help but be slightly bothered at a certain blonde girl eyeing her with something of a curious scowl. "What's the deal with princess over there?" lightly jesting with regard to what looked like something of a crudely placed crown or tiara of some sort.

[:P]

@antonia:

"Not at all." A smile escaped me. "That was the plan after all. Speaking of which we need to go over your capabilities and the resources you need when you have a moment."

I glanced at Mal and grinned a bit. "Ah. Meet Mal. She's from space, rescued from her evil empire and whatnot." After doing a whole lot of damage but I left that part out. I wanted to see Mal get a fresh start, without the burden of her past deeds holding down her future relationships.

@lady_liberty: "Capabilities and resources. Right. Ready whenever you are," Antonia responded with a shrug, turning then to the girl at the stairs, waving with almost mocking levity, and met with a clearly obligatorily forced response.

@antonia:

"Great! Come with me." I collected her bag for her and guided her through the house, through a secret compartment, to a metal staircase, and down, down under the main foundation to my rather cozy secret lair. "Behold. One radio. One vacuum tube computer. State of the art... before you were born. Tear out any of the electronics that you need to, replace them with whatever you want to. If you need help, I can help you. If you need more room, let me know and I'll see what I can do about that."

"So." I plopped down into one of my leather rolling chairs. "What all can you do?"

@lady_liberty: Scanning the lower levels much in the same way as the entrance, Antonia let out a small chuckle. "Well, you can't fully appreciate where you are without knowing and appreciating where you came from. That said," she remarked soon after, "you have to know when it's time to improve." Moving about the area, she began a closer inspection of the preexisting equipment, though it didn't take long. "I won't tear anything out unless you absolutely want me to. I'll probably set up shop overnight, when all's quiet and the kid's put down for the night, but I can work most everything from my laptop." Concluding, she motioned toward the duffel bag, which held all of her current possessions. "I can do a great many things, though I doubt we'd have time for me to list them all. Why don't you tell me what you're looking for so I know how I'll do it and waste as little time as possible."

@antonia:

"Sure." I tossed her the duffel bag with one hand then kicked my snowboots up on a paper strewn table. "I need someone to handle something called SIGINT. Signals Intelligence. Intercepting and decrypting signals that may have meaning to us. Such as the movements of money between Arcani Cells, orders from villains to minions, the purchase of larges quantities of equipment that could be used to create super soliders or super tech equipment, chatter in the magical community and so forth."

"Secondly I need someone who can develop electronic warfare packages for us to use on the ground. Any kind of EMP, virus, or anything that could be mounted in say... an arrow.. would be a good start."

@lady_liberty: As Kelly rattled off the list of specifications and needs, a telling smirk slowly spread over Antonia's face. Some of these things sounded right up her alley; others...downright simple. Nothing felt out of reach, even if requiring better resources than what they currently had. "I think I can handle that." She issued an understated blanket comment. "We may need to stop by the mainland to pick up some things, make a few calls to connections for a few things, but it can be done."

@antonia:

"Great." Though I couldn't quite place the motivation for her smirk I offered a smile in return. "I'll make sure you are paid every week, in cash, you can do with it what you will then. If you need any extra supplies or anything just ask and I can probably come up with the money." For a while, at least. My resources were not infinite and Uncle Sam had squeezed me out of some Swiss accounts recently.

"Do you plan on joining us in the field or working as our eyes in the skies most of the time?"

@lady_liberty: "Well that'd be very much appreciated. Without an actual job, I don't think 5% in Kamelot's gonna be enough to sustain me - not in lieu of recent events." Always keeping the Arcani in mind. In response to her inquiry, Antonia simply shrugged. "I guess that depends on whether I'm feeling adventurous or not. Tailor it to the task, I suppose. Who are 'we' anyway? Me, you, and princess?"

@antonia:

"Alright, that will work. I'm going to work on getting you a drone, or drones, for the times you are at base. Do you have any metahuman powers or equipment that you use in the field?"

"We.. well right now Mel, the princess, is just a guest. There's Ester and Arquitenens. Ester has wings and a couple of pistols, Arquitenens is blonde, wears a lot of green, and uses a bow."

@lady_liberty: Her response to the initial inquiry was a simple tap at her temple, followed by a mimicking motion on her bag. "Knowledge is my power. And I've got a few things stored away from my tenure at Kamelot - though perhaps that'll need to be modified without the continuous replenishing of formerly expendable toys." Storing new information on the team's members, she issued a succinct nod. Having seen quite a bit of footage of the archer from various sources, and caught brief footage of "princess" from a prior incident, neither of them were complete strangers, though Ester was new to her. "Alright. We should get together sometime. Best if we know what we're all bringing to the table, strengths and weaknesses, that kind of thing."