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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:

thinkering

"Do I wanna know?"

From:

mrglam

"We were saying that we didn't actually test how my attention thing works and why sometimes thinking about stuff lets it stay but sometimes it doesn't."

"Except all our findings are consistent with it being a range thing, which apparently cannot reliably be tested indoors."

From:

thinkering

"Okay. So, that's for later, timing to be announced, I'll let you know."

From:

mrglam

"Okay."

"So we're done here, then?"

Why, it almost sounds like they want to go somewhere else do something.

From:

thinkering

"Yeah, you are free to go, run along."

From:

mxglam

"Okay!" they say, simultaneously resuming being a single person and a they. "Thank you for the help! It was fun and we should definitely do this again."

Are they innuendo-ing? Very slightly?

Possibly.

Edited Date: 2016-02-06 02:37 am (UTC)

From:

thinkering

"I'll try not to overbook my schedule."

From:

mxglam

"Bye!"

Off they go.

Eventually they resume being multiple people, and start exploring just how much they can stretch the definition of 'sufficiently hard squinting.'

From:

alicornucopia

They receive a note under their door saying that they should show up for dinner to be formally introduced at seven in the larger breakroom (not the one for just the Wards).

From:

mxglam

They will eventually notice the note. Probably before seven.

And they'll be there, prim and proper and single.

Edited Date: 2016-02-06 02:44 am (UTC)

From:

alicornucopia

Everybody's there. Even Lorica is there, with her helmet partly peeled open as it is when she's eating, although it throws shadows in such a way that nothing about her chin is actually displayed. She's sitting next to her dad, at the wards/grownups division at the table. A couple of PRT people are there, but not Piggot and not enough to be the entire Brockton Bay contingent of them. Dinner is lasagna plus a bizarrely extensive array of fruits and vegetables. Lorica, her dad, and Beneficence are the only ones wearing masks. A couple of attendees (Windflower and Chevalier) are only identifiable by process of elimination.

From:

mxglam

Glam wonders whether there's anything they should be obviously doing like introducing (if everyone stops talking to stare at them) or getting food (if there's an obvious seat reserved for them).

From:

alicornucopia

There is an obvious seat. Chevalier gets up and plants a hand on Glam's shoulder. "Everybody this is Glam, who signed on last night. Glam, these are -" Chevalier goes around the table. Most of the attendees get real names and cape names both; Lorica and Transit are Lorica and Transit; Beneficence is apparently no face but yes name and introduced as Sarah.

From:

mxglam

"Hi!" they beam. "I'm not entirely sure if I'm supposed to say stuff so I won't!"

From:

alicornucopia

"Hi, Glam," say a couple of the heroes.

"You can talk. It's just us," says Chevalier. He gestures Glam to their seat. They get to be next to Lorica.

From:

mxglam

"Oh I'll talk, it's just saying things that's not necessarily going to happen," they say as they walk over to their assigned seat. "Oh, and Lorica, I managed to figure out how to make food go through my mask."

Buuuuullshit. But bullshit loud enough that at least a few people must've heard, and they will probably by default believe them.

From:

thinkering

"Ooh, neat, that's going on the list for future tests to see how broadly you can apply it!" she says.

"Hello, Glam," says Transit. "Good to properly meet you."

Edited Date: 2016-02-06 03:00 am (UTC)