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Dragonfly takes off for the hangers as fast as her legs and teleport will take her, so that she can get a good view of the missile and stunt the following if Miss A fails: Dimensional Pocket 5 (2500lbs; Extras: Range 2 [Perception]) [20/20]

Initiative Roll (Speed of Thought) (1d20 + 7=23)

Woo! It's, ah, not his turn. I just figured I'd give Supercape a chance to save so GK would know how bad he'd been hit before acting.

Dragonfly's Datalink is Mental, not Radio. A little weird, I know.

The last remaining blob seemed to shake itself free of the earth-inflicted disorientation; as its bigger semi-ally collapsed, it reared up, made an angry-sounding screech, and oriented on the first target it saw: the descending Supercape. Though not as big as its fallen sibling, the blobette was still plenty big enough to grab a nearby slab of concrete and whip it at the hero like an over-sized discus as it moved to close the distance.

Blobette 4 makes a run for Supercape, throwing things as it goes. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Supercape (thrown improvised object) (1d20 + 6=25) Oh dear. It's not going down without a fight. Still, it's one of the little ones. DC25 Toughness Save for Supercape.

The Blob, as near as Supercape's senses can tell, soaked up all that radiation like a sponge; there are barely even traces of the gamma blasts left. The porous rock is almost indistinguishable from when Supercape first scanned it - the tide-like radioactive 'breathing' is rapidly going dormant again, if a little unsteady. The rock itself is even more dense than before, though not by a huge margin.

Dragonfly grimaced, ducking down to keep Supercape from smashing face-first into the ground, carefully laying him down on the floor. She glanced around the room, her gaze settling on an intercom panel as lights danced behind her eyes. "" came the slightly-distorted voice over the speakers. "

I'm assuming the station has an intercom or PA system of some kind? Would Dragonfly be able to tap into that?

There's still a remaining blobette. Is Supercape ignoring it due to greater concerns? Absolutely reasonable, of course, but I thought I'd make sure.

Dragonfly glanced down at the device and back up again and, for a moment, mentally switched off her commlink and every monitoring device in the biolab. "Right. Suspected for a while now," she replied, nodding solemnly and slipping the failsafe into one of her pouches. "Didn't seem...polite. To ask. Entitled to one's secrets. Certainly wasn't going to try to connect, mind-to-machine...invasion of...personal space, I guess. Still. Have to say: very good work. Mostly had to stumble onto clues, and like to believe I'm a fairly talented engineer myself." She brought the suppressed commlink and Lab equipment back up, turning off the goat-linked speakers with a scowl. "Assuming you two heard full psychic transmission. Fortunate that it doesn't seem allied with the Grue. Unfortunate if it managed to conquer them. Signal seems to originate from your direction; recommending caution. Metahuman presence may be there to combat the threat, or may be controlled or otherwise neutralized. Given the state of the city, healthy suspicions say the latter."

Tarrant laughed - an honest, happy sound. Only knowing the bride had left him a bit of a stranger; not that he regretted attending the wedding for a moment, of course, but for the last while he'd been content to sit back at his assigned table and watch the couples do their happy couple thing. But, well. As the lady said: screw that! He got to his feet, grinning, and grandly offered the young woman his hand. "Lynn, wasn't it? I'd love to. I can't promise to be the best dancer on the floor, but I think I can certainly keep my feet off your toes if you'll return the favor."

Dragonfly coughs up an HP. Let it be so!

Dragonfly frowned, but nodded, having already grabbed some tools off a shelf and started gutting a couple expensive-looking scanners for parts. "Would be better with a human subject. Reliability. But Sharl and Protectron aren't, you and I are...." She paused, pointing a screwdriver at Miss Americana for a moment before shaking her head. "....not...ideal subjects. Animals will have to do. Non-invasive, if possible. Keep PETA happy. Medical floors were doing recent experiments with brain-scan harnesses...better prosthetic control." She'd assembled a small pile of wire and electronics by now, and gave the paragon some basic instructions, for all that the process was probably fairly obvious to someone with Miss Americana's skill. "One goat would be easy. Read activity, map it to a signal, adjust signal to something intelligible. Two goats is harder...risk a feedback loop or race condition. Would have to be in two places at once without help while setting it up out of available supplies. But two...mmh...antennae, mean that we can triangulate a source. In theory."

"The best," Mara replied, raising an eyebrow as they made their way inside. "But yes. Contrary to rumor I do try to leave the warehouse...sometimes. Rarely. Watch a movie, eat a nice meal. Very little time, but good to clear my mind. Not...as good as other things," she wryly observed, squeezing Ellie's arm a little, "but good." She gave her name - though only her first name, as usual for her when she had the option - to the maître d' before he lost patience with them, getting ushered to a quiet table by the wall.

With neither cards nor sass to hide behind, Dragonfly had ducked her head down and was trying awfully hard to disappear into her jacket, and trying awfully hard to not look like she was shrinking away from the attention, which mostly left her looking very uncomfortable and not keen on meeting anyone's gaze. She did, at least, meet Jill's look with a sympathetic wince. Sage, in turn, got a short nod. if it's a smaller group - please - don't know if you can actually hear this - if Jill also wants to go? - unsure she thought back, large parts of it simultaneous and more than a bit static-filled.

Iteration one! It's a weird thing. Weird, weird thing. Super-Senses 6 (Mental [Accurate 4, Acute 2], Extras: Affects Others, Feats: Feature [translated to video/audio data]) (goat technology) [13pp] So, hook a couple animals (goats!) into a brain-scanning harness, and use them to (a) tap into and ( triangulate the source of the psychic signal. Technically (and as far as I can tell) you only need Acute to listen in on an otherwise private Communication, but ehn. Completeness! As a standard invention: DC23 design check [auto-success; (13 hours base) / (100 quickness) = 7 minutes, 48 seconds] DC23 craft check [auto-success; 52 hours] Haha, no. Yeesh. Extras! As a jury-rig: DC28 craft check [would have to roll, or get at least a one-rank aid other boost from somebody; 1 minute, 18 seconds] With either Miss A or Protectron lending a brief hand (for an aiding action), it'd be auto-success, no rolls necessary.

Mara blushed and bit her lip, but whatever she was about to say got cut off by the driver coughing lightly to indicate that they'd reached their destination. She blushed a little harder, ducking her head down as they exited the cab and giving the cabbie a decent tip; straightening her skirt and adjusting her bag, she glanced up at the restaurant. "French, mostly...some other variety. Eaten here once or twice as a treat...good food. We could...pick something different, though, if it didn't sound good...should have checked earlier. Sorry."

Dragonfly shook her head. "No. Some basic biology knowledge, but no practical medicine. Only work on things that bleed oil. No Aspirin, either. Usually just try to ignore my headaches. Would likely overdose, otherwise. Would transport you safely back to base but you teleported us out here...don't know where to go." She glanced at where Shadow had come up from the ground, frowning. "Unsettling. Not known for attacking with electricity. Seemed to be in a lot of pain. Loss of control in a villain born from nuclear forces would be...unfortunate."

Dragonfly's considering (humanely) hooking a brain-reading device up to some lab animals and using them as antennae to pick up the psychic broadcast, and then translating that into something more intelligible that could be put through speakers and a television (probably by peeking at the parts of their brain that they're using to try to 'translate' the incoming mental communique, and using that to map what parts of the signal are basically audio and what parts are basically video, etc). Imperfect, but comic book rubber science, woo. Basically, depending on what's required (it's a weird thing!), an invention that's either Communication (Mental), or Super-Senses (Mental, Acute, MAYBE Accurate if it's affordable), at whatever ranks or with whatever extras (or whatever hand-waving) AA feels is necessary.

Dragonfly shook her head. "Typically a brain-to-brain process. Often eludes electronics. Suppose it might be possible to build a machine that received psychic signals, but would take research and specialization into psychic processes. Not like you can just wire a......" She trailed off, hear head slowly rotating to tilt to the right, ending almost parallel to her shoulder. "That's...mmh. ....very unpleasant. Gruesome. But...theoretically possible. Open brain...no. Implants? Maybe even a head harness. Likely less useful results. Less bloody, however. Not as good as a human subject but still...." Her head wasn't quite so tilted anymore, but she'd turned her gaze back toward where she knew the lab animals were being held. original thesis by - citing unimportant - open-brain testing is barbaric but direct - implants better - consultation with Ironclad provided insight into haptic feedback - not so different - signal in another direction - translation much harder - animal brain simpler - multi-point node harness could be externally mounted no harm to the subject lower signal resolution boost with correct against outside signals u(t,r) = 1/r * [F(r-ct)+G(r+ct)] . . . . . She started distractedly tapping a finger against her leg, taking a mental inventory of the available equipment - and available salvage from that equipment - that was lying around on hand. "Might need a hand. Wiring, timing...mmh. Protectron, or Miss Americana?"

Mara's instinct was to lean in for a kiss, and she followed that instinct...but only made it about halfway before her brain reminded her that they were in the back of a cab. She mulled that one over for a few seconds, held mid-lean, but the moment and the sentiment made her giddy enough inside that she just pushed her insecurities aside and kissed her girlfriend, raising the hand that wasn't supporting her body to flip off the driver on the off-chance he chose to look back at his fare.

Rolling her eyes, Mara smiled - just a little - and replied with as dry a voice as she could manage. "Well. Not saying I won't...word. Lavish you with gifts and pay expenses if needed. Don't have a vault of money for swimming in, but certainly have enough, for now. Just saying you're not dating me for that. Clearly dating me for my expressiveness and social elegance." She snorted, paused, and added, tentatively, "....seriously. Though. If you ever need anything...not exactly Eve, but have resources to use on good causes...."

"Know the feeli-cab." She held out her free hand, flagging down the cab she'd spotted. "Know the feeling," she corrected, lifting her bag out of the way as she slid into the back seats and gratefully rubbed her exposed legs as Ellie followed; once the door was closed and the vehicle was warming up again she gave directions to a fairly nice - if not black-tie upscale - privately-owned restaurant. "Always waiting for...mmh. Phrase. Other shoe to drop? But not that needy." That part she punctuated with a gentle poke at Ellie's stomach, smiling a little. "Could be dating me for money, demanding all of my time. That would be needy."

"Son of a...." Gaian Knight watched the enemy change direction, and found himself with a bit of a quandary. On the one hand, letting the big guy eat the little one would make life a lot simpler...on the other, if Supercape was right and they were smarter than they seemed, it was basically standing by while murder happened. The earlier ones couldn't have been prevented, but this one.... Argh. "Argh. Alright, fine...." He swept out a hand, and the earth under the hungry...thing...twitched, raining spikes and earthen projectiles straight up into his target. After all the radioactive abuse the thing had taken, this was apparently the last straw, and it shuddered, collapsed, and...almost imploded, shedding most of its mass as the rest slurped away into the watermelon-sized porous rock that started it all. Two trees and a half-digested car, along with a large green stain on the ground, were the only other things it left behind.