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...Very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.

The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.

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From:

mxglam

"No, but I do need to understand it personally before I'm willing to help. I am perfectly capable of letting Sphere build his space colonies, but if he wants my help he will actually have to explain to me what he's doing and how I'm helping."

From:

alicornucopia

"Well, then, it seems we're at an impasse. Come back when you're ready to compromise." She waves with a nicely-manicured hand.

From:

mxglam

"You mean bend. You know, if you had spent half the time we did discussing actually explaining the things I asked, you could probably have convinced me already."

From:

alicornucopia

"Wouldn't it be nice if that were true. Shoo." Wave wave.

From:

mxglam

"Bye." They hover off-

to find Lorica. Is Lorica around?

From:

thinkering

In her workshop!

From:

mxglam

Knock knock!

From:

thinkering

A bot emerges from what appears to be a cat-door installed in the workshop door. "Can I help you?" it asks.

From:

mxglam

"Is Lorica terribly busy, I need to commiserate."

From:

thinkering

"Mid-fugue, estimated twenty minutes until her next break and if she breezes past it an hour and a half until I make her take one."

From:

mxglam

"I will wait twenty minutes, will you tell me if she does take a break?"

From:

thinkering

"Sure." The robot sits on them.

From:

mxglam

And they sit cross-legged on nothing, and wait.

From:

thinkering

Twenty-three minutes later, the robot says, "She's having breakfast now and won't mind if you come in to talk to her."

From:

mxglam

They come in.

From:

thinkering

Lorica's eating a food-truck crepe that it seems moderately likely she sent a robot to fetch for her, based on the open window and robot-feet-sized dents in the bag. "Morning," she mumbles around crepe.

From:

mxglam

"Morning."

They slowly float up to the ceiling until they are- hugging it? Pressed against it with arms and legs extended.

"How has no one punched Ms. Phyllis Constance Yates yet."

From:

thinkering

"Boots dislocated her shoulder once. You don't keep her job for long if you're scared of parahumans."

From:

mxglam

They make a long high-pitched noise that kinda sounds like a tea kettle.

From:

thinkering

"What happened?"

From:

mxglam

"I was trying to be nice to her and convince her of not presenting me as either gender. She was not very polite. I said that being not-very-polite around parahumans wasn't good, she said I shouldn't be threatening her. I said I didn't mean it as a threat and I just wanted amicable conversation to happen, she said it wasn't a conversation between peers. I asked her to explain to me why she was right, she said she didn't have the time for that and didn't care what I thought, I'd either do what she wanted or not go out at all."

From:

thinkering

"Oh dear."

From:

mxglam

They are still hugging the ceiling. "I don't want to make it look like it was a close call because it wasn't, I was perfectly under control all the time, but the fact that my power is possibly the deadliest amongst the Wards at the moment kept crossing my mind."