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  1. "I can fly, and interface with computers, and make myself solid to you," agreed Sharl, a little amused at the girl's interest. Surrounded by people with powers, he didn't often get the chance to be the center of attention. "I can do more when I'm inside a computer, of course, because that's actually where I'm from..." They reached the Claremont campus about then, the two young people following the headmaster onto first the parking lot, then into the Jasmine Summers administration building. The school was very pretty in the fall, its orange and red leaves a bouquet on every tree. Headmaster Summers took the tour over at that juncture and invited Glow into his spartan office, where he had a talk with her about the school and its expectations. He was a serious old man with a level gaze and firm voice, but didn't seem humorless either. When he was done, he told her "This will be a challenging experience for you, both academically and physically. But you will emerge stronger for the experience."
  2. "Well," said Sharl, by now used to giving this explanation. "Telepaths can't read my mind because I don't have an organic brain like you do. Or anything else, for that matter. I'm a synthetic intelligence," he told her, "the heroine Miss Americana found me on the Internet, built a mobile emitter for me to interact with people, and sent me to Claremont. So how some artificial intelligences have mechanical bodies, I'm all electronic." He demonstrated by passing his hand through the door, slipping his hand through like a ghost while staying securely in his seat, balancing his briefcase-sized emitter on his lap. "As for what you need to know, well...what was your old school like?" he asked her.
  3. It took Cannonade only a few moments to recognize the bruised figure underneath the mask; Theodore Eastland, aka Johnny Reb, the fallen hero turned Nazi stooge who had betrayed the legacy of the heroes of World War II so brutally! Close enough to recognize the man himself, Edge looked sick for a moment before managing to say, "Better tie his hands, he's really strong, and as fast as Wander. Bastard," he added with venom unusual for the easy-going team. "My grandpa Jimmy told me Johnny Reb used to collect Japanese skulls and send them home to his fan club. Look at him, he barely looks forty."
  4. "I'm...I'm all right," said Rao. "I just saw that thing coming up out of the ground and coming for me, and I must admit that I fainted," she added, putting a hand to the side of her head. She paused a moment, taking in the scene around her, before her attention focused on Terra-King. "...OH. So you are undergroundking1066." She fell silent for a moment as she processed this new information. "So all that you said about liking club music, that was false," said, sounding more than a little annoyed. "Your name was not because of your musical tastes, but because you live underground-" "No, I swear! I have all those noise rock albums you mentioned! The name was a double-pun, a double one!" Rao sighed, and shook her head, shooting a look at the heroes around her for support before she spoke to the villain. "Jervis, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can date you. A man has to be honest with a woman if he seeks to win her heart, and you have not been honest with me." The king of the Sub-Terrans looked away and sighed heavily. "I...I suppose you're right. I'm sorry about the mess. I just...I just wanted to impress you with how cool my ride was."
  5. The Old Fens Mission turned out to be a gorgeous treasure trove of Freedom City architecture, that is if your tastes ran to urban decay. Though some squatters had entered the place over the years, leaving behind gang tags and other signs of inhabitance, the building's relatively recent abandonment and its spiritual status meant most of the locals had thought twice about tampering with it. No sooner had they gotten through the fairly mundane freight doors in the back than they walked into what had once been a large church library; the books had been saved, many to the community library Sharl had left, but the shelves still rotted high on the walls, and pallid stone angels and their gargoyle companions leered inquisitively down at the teens as they studied the room. The rest of the floor seemed cut in a similar style, all dramatic Church architecture now fallen into disrepair: some of the interior stained glass panels were even largely intact! Sharl cast his flashlight about in fascination, making a note to build himself a flashlight built directly into his program as soon as he could: a physical light was as much a hinderance as help. "Wow...this is so WEIRD!" All this space, abandoned and gone to rot, was as alien as the Terran architecture itself.
  6. "Yeah," said Mark excitedly, moving over there so he could show her how it worked. "It's original, straight from Switzerland. I asked some of the local agents for a good place to shop, and they recommended the craftsman." He demonstrated its operation by setting it up on a nearby table, the clock's "voice" in this case being a jaunty-looking blue cuckoo carved in wood, wearing a Tyrolean cap to complete the alpine look. "I wanted to give you something that would make you think of me, and what better than a cuckoo clock! Since I work in Switzerland," he added without missing a beat. "I figured you could use a wakeup call that didn't rely on batteries."
  7. "I've got the day off, so I'll probably go over and visit my mom. It's tough because of the weird time zone thing, but that's teleporting for you. Reminds me why I usually didn't bother with it back in school." He hmmed. "You should probably open the present sooner rather than later, so you can decide if you want it. The place only offers 72 hour return, and I bought it yesterday. Oh, is that your new kitty? Hi kitty!" he said with a wave, offering his fingers for a smell and scratch if he could get away with it. "Are you doing anything else for your birthday?" he asked her. "Anything at your new job?"
  8. "GOODNIGHT," said the giant bee with a wave as she took off, hovering in the air over the two heroines and Ammy. "THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP, WHIPLAZH! I WILL MAKE ZURE EVERYONE KNOWS YOU WERE A GOOD FRIEND TO BEE. ZEE YOU TOMORROW FLEUR DE JOIE AND AMMY!" She was happy, a frightening night having resolved itself very well for her, and seemed to be humming something under her breath as she went. And with that, she was off, thrumming away into the night with a sound like a helicopter's whirring blades, heading towards a just-visible shadow in the darkness of Sanctuary's night that looked more like a mountain from a distance than anything else.
  9. "That's really great, Trevor," said Mark with a smile as he took a seat at the small kitchen table. "You're already so smart, you could probably teach those classes anyway," he said without a hint of self-consciousness: he was sure it was true. "I'm doing pretty okay in Geneva," he added. "They've got me taking special classes for meta-agents, but most of those are just warmed-over Claremont classes anyway." Most of his colleagues had gone to college themselves, something that occasionally gave him pause, at least momentarily. Why worry about that when there was so much awesome stuff out there? "I just spent a week and a half in Ireland, where they're repatriating those Brigadoon refugees. At least now they've all got modern houses." He picked up the coffee and smelled it, savoring the scent. "Ah, now that's midnight coffee." He thought for a minute. "Hey, I bet midnight mist-infused coffee would probably taste pretty weird if you mixed in it right. Ever try it?"
  10. http://www.sesamestreet.org/parents/theshow/gordon
  11. Mark was more than a little naive about a lot of things, but he was no fool: he'd spent nights in girls' rooms too, and he knew Trevor and Erin had been intimate for a while now. "Heeey, Trevor," he said innocently, giving his friend a wink. "So I guess you guys are having a party, huh? I'll just stay so Erin can open the present, then. And maybe for coffee," he added. "You just can't get that midnight brew in Geneva. So how you doing, man? Seems like we hardly see each other when we're not fighting Nazis these days."
  12. "NOPE, JUZT ME," buzzed the bee proudly. A little nervously, she added, "THE ZCHOOL IZ ZECRET, THOUGH. IT WOULD ATTRACT A LOT OF ATTENTION IF BIPEDZ KNEW THERE WAZ A GIANT BEE GOING TO ZCHOOL HERE." She rubbed her forelegs together at the sight of the familiar Fleur, and added, "I WENT BUZZING AROUND THE ZOUTHZIDE AND I GOT LOZT," she admitted. "ZIZ BIPED HERO HELPED ME GET BACK TO BEEDOM HALL ZO I DID NOT HAVE TO FLY AROUND AND ZCARE ANYONE. I REMEMBERED WHAT YOU ZAID ABOUT FLYING AROUND. WHIPLAZH IZ VERY NIZE!"
  13. Super-Bee gave Whiplash a safe, easy flight over the bridge, clever enough to fly low and underneath so that the drivers wouldn't gawk and cause an accident: evidently she knew something about urban flying. "I DON'T UZUALLY GIVE RIDEZ TO BIPEDZ I DON'T KNOW, BUT YOU ARE NIZE. NOT MANY PEOPLE WOULD HELP A BEE THEY DID NOT KNOW." Super-Bee wasn't a particularly fast flier, but she was graceful despite her bulk, and soon the giant bee was descending onto the big grassy area behind Freedom Hall, where a costumed figure was rapidly approaching. Shamefacedly, if such an emotion could be read on a bee's face, the giant bee waved at the newcomer. "HELLO FLEUR DE JOIE. ZORRY I AM LATE!"
  14. Escorting a giant bee across town might not have been what Whiplash had had in mind for one of her early Freedom City missions, but it turned out to be less difficult than she might have expected; Super-Bee was smart enough to stick close to her and to not alarm anyone down below, and though a thirty foot bee wasn't exactly stealthy, the sight was odd enough that most people who looked up from down below seemed to dismiss it as a hallucination. As they approached the bridge to the heart of the city where Freedom Hall lay, the bee seemed to regard her with huge faceted eyes. This close, the bee was very warm, much warmer than the cool night air. "IT WILL BEE TOUGH FOR YOU TO ZWING ACROZZ THE BRIDGE. WOULD YOU LIKE A RIDE?"
  15. Sharl smiled back. "You couldn't read my mind anyway," he said with a little shrug. "Telepaths can't read what isn't there, or so they tell me." It might have been a joke at his own expense elsewhere, but not here. Sage and others had always sworn up and down that he did have a mind, just not one that telepaths could read, but he'd accepted that he was no more 'real' to these people mentally than he was physically. Physically, he could at least fake. He hmmed. "So, uh, do you have any questions about the school before we get there? Anything I can answer?"
  16. "Hi, Erin!" said Mark cheerfully. "Happy birthday!" He offered her the big, bulky package he was carrying, the glossy wrapping paper suggesting (accurately) that he'd gone to the store's wrapping department rather than done his usual job of finding the most colorful comics he could. "Can I come in?" he asked, so ingenously it was hard to say no. "Sorry if I took you by surprise; I'd have called ahead first, but I knew you'd be home since it's a holiday and all, so why not come over?" He grinned, as that explained everything, at least for Mark. "Are you gonna have a party at your work?" he asked curiously. He was sure Trevor, ever-clever, had planned something, so he didn't bother to ask about that!
  17. November 11, 2011 Erin White's Apartment One of the advantages of being able to jump from continent to continent was that if you wanted to go to your friend's birthday, you could just take advantage of the Armistice Day celebrations that gave most UN employees the day off and walk right over to Freedom City. So it was that when Erin White reached the age of nineteen, her high school friend and ally against the Terminus, Mark Lucas, just headed over to her place around ten AM eastern standard time, a big package under his arm fresh from a nice store in Switzerland. They'd all exchanged addresses before they'd moved out their various ways, so it was no trouble even for the usually scatter-brained Mark to find exactly where his old ally and Liberty League comrade was living these days, for all that he hadn't visited her there. He knocked firmly, whistling a jaunty tune.
  18. Sharl wasn't sure what to do here, so he defaulted to the others' judgement. If not for the lives that were already in peril, he'd have advocated simply taking their people, gathering up the space plane, and leaving these people to wallow in the misery they'd created for themselves. But he knew that was hardly very heroic, and besides there really were lives in peril. (Fictional ones, anyway!) He watched as the others went about building their construct to rescue the gorillas, noting that no one was doing a damn thing to rescue the trapped king. Evidently the gorillas, faced with a real crisis, were willing to let their king go too. As Koshiro and Corbin worked, Bonda, leaving his mentor aside, came over and approached Papercut. "How long will the construction around Fala last?" he asked carefully, obviously very tense.
  19. All righty, was there anything more you guys wanted to accomplish here? (Caradoc will eave contact information with Bishop, not having met him yet)
  20. With Melvin's return, information about the Nicholson School in Arleen's hand, and the arrest of the Clown Constructor, the heroes could congratulate themselves on a job well-done. Behind his mask, even the usually-dour Murdock was pleased with what they'd accomplished: perhaps they hadn't inspired that assembly of students quite as they'd hoped, but they'd saved a young boy and his mother from a wrathful father, put the young man himself on the path to right, and they'd done it all with no serious damage to the city, themselves, or the civilians they had been protecting. It had been a well-spent afternoon, for all that it hadn't gone quite the way they'd planned. With the work done, having done his part by helping destroy the robots, Caradoc made his excuses from the house and headed to leave: perhaps he was not one for grand speeches or mighty deeds, but he'd been there to help and that was what really mattered. He wasn't one to inspire children; just one to save them.
  21. "It's okay," said Sharl with a teenage boy's awkwardness, tugging at his collar as he looked down at his outfit. "I don't, um, normally dress like this," he admitted, "but I was supposed to look nice for meeting you." Like a gentleman, he went to retrieve Kristen's bags, giving her a chance to meet the headmaster personally. Duncan Summers was in his seventies, but looked closer to his fifties as he greeted Kirsten with a solid handshake. He was in a black sweater and slacks himself, a reminder that November in New Jersey was considerably colder than November in Australia. He leaned on a walking stick and said in a gravely voice, "I happened to be in the airport on personal reasons myself, and Mr. Tulink is one of our...volunteers. How was your flight?"It took her a moment to realize he'd been too far away to hear what she'd said to Sharl, but had responded to it all the same. Retrieving her bags turned out to be easy enough, and soon the trio headed for the waiting black van that would take them to school! Summers drove, leaving the two teens to talk in the back. "So, uh, I hear you're a telekinetic," commented Sharl. "Can you read minds, too?"
  22. TT, What DC is Sharl going to need to hit to hack the school's systems while we're hanging around and talking?
  23. This is a pretty standard bomb, if there is any such thing. Any garden-variety demo guy for the Mob could have whipped it together, no problem. (That's why the EMP charge fried its circuits so thoroughly) It looks like an incendiary with explosive thermite, something designed to blow up the trailer and burn it to the ground, looking very impressive all the way, without actually doing much damage to the surrounding area. The parts are generic; he'd have to take it back to the Manor for closer analysis. It looks like it's been there for no more than a couple of hours.
  24. "ZMITH ZTREET IS THE FAZTEZT ROUTE TO BEEDOM HALL," explained the giant bee, evidently relaxing in the presence of a trustworthy-seeming human. "I KNOW THERE ARE MANY HUMANZ AND FLYING MACHINEZ HERE, AND I DID NOT WANT TO FLY TOO HIGH AND CRASH INTO ONE. YOUR ZKIEZ ARE ZO CROWDED! ANYWAY, I AM GOING THERE TO MEET FLEUR DE JOIE ZO ZHE CAN TAKE ME BACK HOME." She buzzed along for a moment, then added, "I AM GOING TO ZCHOOL IN BEEDOM CITY ZO I CAN LEARN MORE ABOUT ZIZ WORLD. MY HOME IZ VERY DIFFERENT." She rubbed her face with one of those giant forelimbs and added, "MY CODE-NAME IS ZUPER-BEE."
  25. Smith Street is nearby (the local avenues are all common last names like Smith, Jones, or Johnson); it feeds directly onto the main artery that'll take the giant bee back towards the center of the city. One possible concern is that if the giant bee does take Smith Street into the city, she'll be heading into a crowded area at night: more people might panic at the sight of her if she doesn't have someone there to reassure them that things are okay.
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