endbringer, meet gun

[peterxy]

...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.

Comments

[thinkering]

"Awesome!"

[mrglam]

Sadde continues expecting.

Nothing happens.

"Can you tell her the can of Coke will start sliding a bit and not to be startled? Mostly I just want her to believe that will happen."

[thinkering]

The image of Windflower looks at the bot again, and nods.

[mrglam]

More expecting! Even copy looks expectant.

And it does move.

[thinkering]

"There it goes."

[mrglam]

They beam. "Okay, guess my flying swordfishes won't need antigrav devices!"

[thinkering]

"They might be useful backup. It's not like you're bearing materials cost for them. But yes, you are slightly telekinetic."

[mrglam]

"I wonder if I can be telekinetic at stuff I didn't create. The way I convinced myself I could be at mine was that, well, if I can create stuff wherever, I should be able to keep it wherever."

[thinkering]

"You, uh, can be telekinetic at stuff you didn't create, or what did you think you were doing with the golf balls?"

[mrglam]

"...well I mean I suppose that's one way to look at it. I wonder if I can be more overtly telekinetic at the golf balls?"

[thinkering]

Lorica throws a golf ball at his head again.

[mrglam]

He tries to expect the ball not to hit his head.

He fails and is now rubbing his nose. "Ow." His copy laughs and he glares at himself.

[thinkering]

"Hmm -" Lorica gives a golf ball to the copy. "You throw it at 'im."

[mrglam]

Original glares at the ball, as if daring it to hit him, and copy throws.

It slips from copy's hand in a totally believably accidental way.

"...that is not what I meant," original says, raising an eyebrow at the golf ball on the floor.

[thinkering]

"Yeah, that's not what I had in mind either." A bot fetches Lorica the ball and she tosses it in her hand. "Come on, let's try this again."

[mrglam]

"Do you really need to throw them at me?"

[thinkering]

"I will throw them at you until I don't think it's helping."

Toss.

[mrglam]

Hit. "Ow. You just want to give me a bruise." Copy sporfles.

[thinkering]

"Would I do that?"

[mrglam]

"...nnnnnyyyynnno?"

[thinkering]

She tosses again.

This one will go over his shoulder, if he doesn't... say... expect her to clonk him in the forehead again.

[mrglam]

Hit!

[thinkering]

"Fun fact: in kit I can aim almost as well as one of the robots. And that time I was gonna miss."

[mrglam]

Copy laughs and laughs.

"Would you stop."

"No! If I'm laughing there's a part of you that's laughing at this, I'm pretty sure. Also you're not doing it right."

Grumble grumble. "Maybe I should try just levitating a not-mine golf ball?"

"It's even easier to fool yourself into thinking you're expecting the right things and you know it."

"You are the least helpful non sapient construct ever."

[thinkering]

"Okay," says Lorica, "look, make me a golf ball." A robot fetches her a cardboard box she points at. Golf balls from other experiments clatter into it.