Matt

The plan was to put on his costume and come out as a superhero, seeing as his only way home is to hop over rooftops. Or I guess hail a cab, but still.

The plan was to put on his costume and come out as a superhero, seeing as his only way home is to hop over rooftops. Or I guess hail a cab, but still.

The plan was to put on his costume and come out as a superhero, seeing as his only way home is to hop over rooftops. Or I guess hail a cab, but still.

Yeah, no, it's cool. Despite the fact that we're roleplaying over the internet, I like to imagine we all have lives. :P

Yeah, no, it's cool. Despite the fact that we're roleplaying over the internet, I like to imagine we all have lives. :P

Yeah, no, it's cool. Despite the fact that we're roleplaying over the internet, I like to imagine we all have lives. :P

Wes looked over at the coffee shop line and adjusted his glasses. There was no way he was going to get in there in any sort of timely fashion and, besides, by the time he did, he was sure to have developed a cold anyway. Even still, he looked over towards the line to further consider his options. He could hear the opera-goers whispering to one another about the five boys by the tree. Wes shook his head in disbelief. 'I guess they're not dressed for the opera or anything,' thought Wesley, 'but that doesn't mean they're here to rob the place. Snobs.' Of course, what if they were? Wes thought that that would just be his luck. He decided to make his way towards the alleyway between the bakery and Starbucks. Changing into his Pulse costume at this point would probably be for the best anyway. It'd keep out the cold and he wasn't getting any coffee tonight, plus he hadn't driven; he's used the Pulse-Gauntlets to propel him here. Wesley walked towards the alleyway. When no one was around, he'd open his briefcase and get a move on.

Wes looked over at the coffee shop line and adjusted his glasses. There was no way he was going to get in there in any sort of timely fashion and, besides, by the time he did, he was sure to have developed a cold anyway. Even still, he looked over towards the line to further consider his options. He could hear the opera-goers whispering to one another about the five boys by the tree. Wes shook his head in disbelief. 'I guess they're not dressed for the opera or anything,' thought Wesley, 'but that doesn't mean they're here to rob the place. Snobs.' Of course, what if they were? Wes thought that that would just be his luck. He decided to make his way towards the alleyway between the bakery and Starbucks. Changing into his Pulse costume at this point would probably be for the best anyway. It'd keep out the cold and he wasn't getting any coffee tonight, plus he hadn't driven; he's used the Pulse-Gauntlets to propel him here. Wesley walked towards the alleyway. When no one was around, he'd open his briefcase and get a move on.

Wes looked over at the coffee shop line and adjusted his glasses. There was no way he was going to get in there in any sort of timely fashion and, besides, by the time he did, he was sure to have developed a cold anyway. Even still, he looked over towards the line to further consider his options. He could hear the opera-goers whispering to one another about the five boys by the tree. Wes shook his head in disbelief. 'I guess they're not dressed for the opera or anything,' thought Wesley, 'but that doesn't mean they're here to rob the place. Snobs.' Of course, what if they were? Wes thought that that would just be his luck. He decided to make his way towards the alleyway between the bakery and Starbucks. Changing into his Pulse costume at this point would probably be for the best anyway. It'd keep out the cold and he wasn't getting any coffee tonight, plus he hadn't driven; he's used the Pulse-Gauntlets to propel him here. Wesley walked towards the alleyway. When no one was around, he'd open his briefcase and get a move on.

Ha, saw this post after the fact, but I guess I covered it.

Ha, saw this post after the fact, but I guess I covered it.

Ha, saw this post after the fact, but I guess I covered it.

It had been three short weeks since his his first super-heroic experience, and Wesley Chase had hardly had a moment to himself. Aside from his work at Astro, he'd also found himself in a few dangerous situations involving petty thieves and jewelry-store robbers. 'Being a hero must attract the criminal element,' Wes thought, clutching his briefcase which held his Pulse costume, 'I should definitely make a note of that.' This was Wesley's first true night to himself in three weeks, and he was happy to have spent it at the Hampton, enjoying their production of Mozart's Don Giovanni, despite the fact that he thought the woman portraying Elvira was something of a dud. Wes thought for a moment. The night was crisp and cool, and the visibility of Wesley's breath echoed that fact. He noticed some men standing under a nearby tree, huddled together, and wondered for a moment why they wouldn't seek warmer pastures. He considered putting on the Vibro-Suit, just to keep himself insulated from the heat, but decided that a cup of joe would do the trick just as well. 'Besides,' Wesley thought, 'the costume'll just attract the baddies.' Wesley walked briskly towards the coffee shop, stopping only for a moment to put a few dollars into the cup of a panhandler outside the theater steps. Nothing could ruin how perfect this night was.

It had been three short weeks since his his first super-heroic experience, and Wesley Chase had hardly had a moment to himself. Aside from his work at Astro, he'd also found himself in a few dangerous situations involving petty thieves and jewelry-store robbers. 'Being a hero must attract the criminal element,' Wes thought, clutching his briefcase which held his Pulse costume, 'I should definitely make a note of that.' This was Wesley's first true night to himself in three weeks, and he was happy to have spent it at the Hampton, enjoying their production of Mozart's Don Giovanni, despite the fact that he thought the woman portraying Elvira was something of a dud. Wes thought for a moment. The night was crisp and cool, and the visibility of Wesley's breath echoed that fact. He noticed some men standing under a nearby tree, huddled together, and wondered for a moment why they wouldn't seek warmer pastures. He considered putting on the Vibro-Suit, just to keep himself insulated from the heat, but decided that a cup of joe would do the trick just as well. 'Besides,' Wesley thought, 'the costume'll just attract the baddies.' Wesley walked briskly towards the coffee shop, stopping only for a moment to put a few dollars into the cup of a panhandler outside the theater steps. Nothing could ruin how perfect this night was.

It had been three short weeks since his his first super-heroic experience, and Wesley Chase had hardly had a moment to himself. Aside from his work at Astro, he'd also found himself in a few dangerous situations involving petty thieves and jewelry-store robbers. 'Being a hero must attract the criminal element,' Wes thought, clutching his briefcase which held his Pulse costume, 'I should definitely make a note of that.' This was Wesley's first true night to himself in three weeks, and he was happy to have spent it at the Hampton, enjoying their production of Mozart's Don Giovanni, despite the fact that he thought the woman portraying Elvira was something of a dud. Wes thought for a moment. The night was crisp and cool, and the visibility of Wesley's breath echoed that fact. He noticed some men standing under a nearby tree, huddled together, and wondered for a moment why they wouldn't seek warmer pastures. He considered putting on the Vibro-Suit, just to keep himself insulated from the heat, but decided that a cup of joe would do the trick just as well. 'Besides,' Wesley thought, 'the costume'll just attract the baddies.' Wesley walked briskly towards the coffee shop, stopping only for a moment to put a few dollars into the cup of a panhandler outside the theater steps. Nothing could ruin how perfect this night was.