blasto, meet official opinions on self-replicating minions

[peterxy]

The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.

(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)

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[mxglam]

Glam will do as advised. Thank Scion it's a Saturday.

[thinkering]

(The shoulderbot will if necessary play a lullaby.)

[mrglam]

Not necessary. Pillow, meet Sadde's head.

Zzzzzzzzzz

[thinkering]

And in the morning it is Sunday. Lorica, having gone to sleep in her surprisingly cozy armor, is up and wants to make sure they still have Blasto.

[peterxy]

They do. He's not the kind of tinker that can get out of his PRT cell using only his fingernails and a pillow.

[thinkering]

Good. Any monkeys turn up overnight or did she get them all?

[peterxy]

She got them all. Civilians were terrified, and the news is spreading, and the Protectorate is preparing an official statement describing the events and the results. There will be a press conference later today, and all the heroes will be asked to participate.

[thinkering]

What fun. She makes sure the shoulderbot will wake Glam in time and caffeinate them if necessary. Poor Glam.

[peterxy]

There's some time, still. They don't need to start getting ready until about 11AM.

[thinkering]

Still.

She spends the intervening time compiling the highlights of the events for regurgitation if anyone makes her talk, and then software-tinkering.

[peterxy]

And then it's 11AM.

[thinkering]

And she comes out of fugue. (A bot polished her while she was in-fugue so she already looks spiffy.) Is Glam up?

[mxglam]

They're... not completely asleep.

[thinkering]

Bot nudges. "There's a press thing. Look alive."

[mxglam]

"My costume can do that for me, look," they say, and their costume is glowing. Literally glowing, it's actually emitting some light. "I don't even need to actually be smiling for my mask to show a smile."

[thinkering]

"You might have to talk and I can't pass for you like I can for Lorica."

[mxglam]

"You can't pass for Lorica either, as I've proved."

[thinkering]

"Nobody else has been able to tell the difference for a long time. And your sample size is small."

[mxglam]

"So we should test again!"

[thinkering]

"Sure. Anyway, ready to go?"

[mxglam]

"Yeah," they sigh.

[thinkering]

PR thing! Exciting!

[acanofworms]

For a certain value of exciting, sure.

A lectern has been set up in front of the PHQ, at the top of the stairs to the entrance. Several reporters and curious bystanders are occupying the stairs, taking pictures and recording. Armsmaster walks outside first, followed by the adult Protectorate and then the Wards, surrounded by PRT uniforms. Once they're in position, the reporters stop talking and people listen.

"You all know about the threat the supervillain that calls himself Blasto has posed to this city for the past few months. Yesterday, in an altercation with some of his minions that could have escalated to a scenario not unlike Ellisburg, thanks to the cooperation of all Brockton Bay heroes and even of parahumans from the villain organization known as the Empire Eighty-Eight, we successfully neutralized the threat and captured Blasto, who is currently in custody."

[thinkering]

(Yaaaaay, go the crowd. Lorica has Excellent Posture. Windflower is apparently afraid of being in front of crowds and trying to hide behind Glimmer without looking like she's doing it.)

[acanofworms]

(Glimmer has her arms folded in a very stoic manner and doesn't react to Windflower trying to hide behind her.)

The reporters start asking lots of questions at the same time, as they are wont to do, and Armsmaster points at one of them. "How can you be sure that you got all of them? Is it possible that some may have escaped?"

"It's of course always possible but-" He starts being drowned with questions before he finishes, so he continues more loudly, "But we are very confident they haven't."

"How can you know that?"

"With Miracle Max's and Blasto's cooperation, we were able to create a type of pheromone that attracts such hybrids to a secluded place and dealt with them. They were unable to resist following it, with Lorica and Glam's help."

"Are you sure you can trust a substance created by a villain?"

"Yes," Armsmaster says, and points at another reporter.

"A question for Lorica?"

Armsmaster looks at her, inquiringly.