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Tremble, Surface Dwellers!
Date of Scene: 03 April 2020
Location: Midtown
Synopsis: The Mole Man has a bone to pick with Reed Richards, but failed to make an appointment and meets and assortment of younger heros instead.
Cast of Characters: Valeria Richards, Alton Schmidt, Naomi McDuffie, Roy Harper, Daniel Hastings, Jennifer-Lynn Hayden




Valeria Richards has posed:
Spring is beginning to...well, spring. It's April, and as the weather starts to warm up, people start to take to the streets in greater numbers. Normally that's a good thing. Unfortunately for some of those people today, they took to the streets around Four Freedoms Plaza.

Now, it's not like it isn't a constantly running media joke that this area might as well be a war zone. But these are New Yorkers. What are they going to do, let the occasional costumed villain keep them from enjoying the spring?

About ten minutes ago, the pavement in front of Four Freedoms Plaza started to tremble, then rattle, then finally cracked as a short, round, stubby little man surrounded by yellowish tiny mole people burst through the asphalt.

And you thought Groundhog Day was over.

"Reed Richards!" he shouted up at the building. "Come out and face me, or I will bring your towers into my kingdom!"

Alton Schmidt has posed:
"Mr. Fantastic can't be bothered with 3rd rate wannabes like you." He probably has important research to do or something. The hero IMP, masked and costumed, flies well above the ground, sporting a forcefield around himself.

Without waiting for this guy to try to make himself appear menacing or competent, IMP grabs a streetlamp out of the ground...plenty of iron and steel there to work with. Grabbing doesn't mean with his hands, of course. It's more of a magnetically ripped from the ground sort of thing.

He flings the now magnetized streetlamp at mole man...if it gets anything like close enough to hitting him, IMP will additionally attempt to wrap the steel streetlamp around moleman. Maybe this can be ended quickly.

Naomi McDuffie has posed:
It wasn't that she had really planned to be near Fore Freedoms Plaza. She was honestly just out exploring the city as per the suggestion of Samuel and Roy. Really, it's their fault. So, she's now here, looking over toward Four Freedom's Plaza and that large building and letting out a breath. She nods, "I guess it's a big building." She states and looks around at the other big buildings and lets out a breath, "Lots of big buildings." She then idly taps on her phone and looks at where she is on GPS, "That semes to be New York." She says to no one in particular, "Lots of big buil..." She trails off as the ground starts to tremble and she blinks.

Slowly she looks down at the grounda nd then looks around at the other people here. Then the ground near her starts to burst open and she hops back several steps in time for the ground to finally crack open to reveal a little guy with...mole people? "What the..." She asks of no one in particular, reaching up to push her glasses up her nose.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper will take the blame for Naomi being out and about and exploring the city, so much so that he suddenly appears at her side after the ground finishes its shaking and says, "You did pick an eventful place to turn up for sight seeing." He's dressed in all dark red, suited up with his bow on his back, but even with the mask, and the red hood, the red hair and the voice are possibly recognizable to Miss McDuffie. "You alright?" he asks, making sure that she's gotten her balance before he looks up to see IMP throwing a streetlamp at the mole man. "Like spear fishing.. for.. rodents."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
You can't spit in New York City without it landing within five feet of a superhero in their demiguise. Or.. a villain for that matter. Daniel Hastings was just enjoying a pretzel from a vendor outside the Four Freedoms building itself when the ground began to rumble and the ground split open. Now he had mustard on his tie. "Bloody hell." He cursed. It wasn't very gentlemanly. Looking over at the Mole Man, he just shook his head.

"Excuse me. Sir. I realize you don't much care but I feel I should advise you that you're in violation of a dozen or so criminal statutes and you're under arrest." Yes.. he gets out his credentials and flashes his SHIELD badge in the Mole Man's direction. Does Mole Man care? Not hardly. He puts them back just in time to watch a light pole get ripped out and lobbed at the villain. "It's no wonder buildings can't get insurance anymore."

Jennifer-Lynn Hayden has posed:
    Jennie-Lynn Hayden, Internet Superstar (look, her susbscriber numbers are VERY RESPECTABLE and everyone has to start somewhere, okay?), is extremely secure. Very very secure. No insecurity in her. Thus, she would never in life walk by the Baxter Building with a faint, unarticulated hope that Reed Richards would notice her, stick his head out the window, and offer to run tests to find out why she's green. That's crazy talk. She's just out for a walk that happens to go by that particular part of Midtown, head high and smile bright as if she doesn't notice the second glances she tends to get.
    Then the earth starts breaking on the sidewalk in front of her, the buckling cement twisting her footing and driving her down to one knee, hands out before her as if to catch herself even though, in her panic, her powers activate and an idle fantasy of a person, probably male, in a full-body sentai suit with a vaguely V-shaped eye slit and wide, pointed shoulder pads forms in flaming emerald construct to catch her by the shoulders before she can skin her precious little palms. She turns her face up to smile at it weakly but gratefully; the construct whips back to an upright, heroic pose with an ostenatious thumbs up before vanishing.
    Okay. Hero time.
    In an emerald flash, her clothes disintegrate and reform into one of her costumes. She's slightly surprised to notice it's the body sock, mostly green and black in the body, with white, latex-like, opera-length gloves and high boots. She mostly ignores it as she lifts into the air and conjures the first thing that comes to mind, a semi-circle of slat fencing, about five feet tall, to encompass the mole people.
    "Halt!" she yells at them. (She's never said that word aloud in her life, but it felt heroic in the moment.)

Valeria Richards has posed:
Imp's attack is on-target, but those little moloids are determined to keep the Mole Man safe - minions are very useful like that. One group of them pushes him out of the way, while another flings a third group into the air to intercept the flying telephone pole with high-pitched sounds of willing sacrifice.

"My children!" the Mole Man shouts, looking up to shake his fist at Imp only to wince and duck his chin when the sunlight burns his eyes. "You will pay for this! Richards! Come out and face me!"

It's about that time that what looks like a smaller version of the Fantasticar takes off from the roof of the building, zooming down to hover at a presumably safe distance. Unfortunately for the Mole Man, the pilot is not the Richards he's looking for.

"Hi. Sorry. For the record, this is why you should make appointments, because he's not in right now. But I can take a message?" Valeria Richards flashes a winning smile, knowing full well that the Mole Man is not going to leave a message.

With high-pitched squeals of dismay, moloids start to shake at the emerald fence, climbing over each other to try to rush at...Well, Naomi, Roy, and Daniel are at ground-level, which makes them the first targets.

"You dare to chastise me?!" the Mole Man bridles at Daniel. "You are the usurpers! With your subway tunnels and your explorations! Always infringing into my territory!"

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Well...his streetlamp only appears to have dealt with some moloids. Hmmm. This really is like whackamole isn't it? After the initial sweep with the streetlamp, IMP quickly has the Streetlamp rotate in midair, trying to bonk mole man on the head before he can launch any more attacks on the building.

"...The only territory you have is inside the nearest chuck-e-cheese."

Naomi McDuffie has posed:
A blink as she looks to Roy and she squints at him a little before she turns her gaze to the Alton first and then Jennifer makes a dramatic entrance. Daniel gets a blink only for her to step back and stare upward as Valeria Richards arrives, "Well...this seems well in hand so..." She then blinks, "Oh look, you have friends. Go get 'em!" She gestures for Roy and quickly turns to run away from the situation. Yep, not going to stick around for this at all! Naomi is running away.

Of course, once she's far enough away, she's heading for an alleyway to try to escape the incoming Mole people. Just escape. Nothing more. Surely. Normal reaction from a teenage girl.

Roy Harper has posed:
When Naomi seems to be alright and turns to run from the situation entirely, he turns back just in time to see moloids beginning to swarm over the fence that had been made to surround them. His bow is in hand and a series of rapidly fired arrows takes down several of them before they even hit the ground on the other side. He's fast, really fast, and really accurate, but even fast and accurate isn't keeping up with the number of the little suckers that are swarming toward him, and so Roy is running a bit further down the sidewalk to find himself some higher ground and a better vantage point from which to pick off the moloid menaces.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Then I recommend you file a grievance with the City Planning Commissioner or the United Nations if you feel a sovereignty is assailed." Daniel takes a moment to introspect. Dear god.. he sounded like Coulson just then. "I'm sure we can resolve this peacefully. After all, if you have a grievance with Doctor Richards, that does not involve the civilian population around you. Does it? Or did you wish to be regarded as the villain?"

And, once again, a hero smites minions.. or minions leap into the way. Either way, combat has started and then there's the appearance of the youngest Richards in a hovervehicle. Which isn't the first thing he's worried about to be fair. He has a dozen or mole-rats charging him. So he vanishes. Reappearing in the passenger seat next to Valeria, "Didn't I see this movie? Is he the Underminer?" He inquires of Valeria. "Agent Hastings, SHIELD. I don't suppose you could shed some light on this fellow before I excercise force. I'm afraid I'm a little behind on my list of villains.

Jennifer-Lynn Hayden has posed:
    The fence Jade conjured, though made of brilliant green energy, is rather rickety; it's in the shape of wooden slats tied together by wire and rope, after all, and not really anchored in the earth the mole people just shattered with their burrow. It strains to hold the weight of the marauders, then the "wooden" boards begin to splinter and the "cords" holding the boards in place snap. She winces as the construct fails, but doesn't waste time worrying about it. After all, it bought her a second to fly over to the Baxter Building's front door, a contrail of bright green light trailing her like the tail of a comet, as she summons up four new constructs: guards, large burly men holding assault rifles, wearing stiff jackets and high, furry hats whose chin straps lock not under the chin at all but under the men's expressionless faces. Two flank her on each side (later, if she's lucky, Jade will have time to think about what this tactic says of her fear of entering combat directly), and they drop to a knee one at a time to take aim and fire in short bursts into the mole people. If they were real guns, the poor mole people would probably be mowed down, but the worried look on Jade's face suggests she is extremely worried about doing just that, so she's pulling her punches hard. The "bullets" being fired are less like rubber ammunition than BBs, stinging and raising welts on the oncoming troops but not really slowing them.

Valeria Richards has posed:
The hovercar swerves as Daniel teleports into the passenger seat and Valeria's eyes widen, hands jerking on the wheel. "Whoa! Hey! Maybe- You know, appointments or at least some sort of warning would be good before you teleport right up on someone." She steadies the car, worrying at her lower lip for a moment in thought and casting a sidelong glance at her new passenger.

"Put your seatbelt on. And hold on a minute." The moment the agent is secure, she goes into a dive, swooping over a group of moloids that looks like it might pursue Naomi, then past a group going after Roy, sending them flying in the wake of the hovercar.

"That's the Mole Man," she explains to Daniel as she turns the car back toward the villain in question. "He's got several grudges against Mom and Dad. Mostly for his pride. I mean, he's actually pretty smart, but he's kind of weird. Which, if we're being fair, is not unusual among the community of smart people. And he's usually just trying to protect his little...minions. Honestly? Not a lot different from Uncle Victor. But, you know. Generally...less."

As she approaches the Mole Man once more, she hits a button on her dash, turning on the high-beams and shining them directly at the rotund little man. "Stand down!" she calls over, doing her best impression of either her father or her godfather. It's actually hard to tell. It's not a very good impression.

The Mole Man hisses, cringing away from the light and raising an arm to shield his eyes. "You are all oppressors! Look at you, rushing to attack when I've harmed no one!" Yet. "I will make you all pay!" With those words, there's an increased rumbling in the pavement, sending more telephone poles to swaying and setting off a collection of car alarms as more cement and pavement start to crack and buckle.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
IMP wasn't expecting his pole to run into suicidal minions twice. But it happened twice. ...Hmmm. Okay, fine. Let's see if he can get around the minions this time.

So, he rips a second pole out of the ground...and this time, he synchronizes them...so, he tries to use one pole to sweep minions away, and the other pole to bonk him.

"...your kingdom isn't infinite." He'll get through them eventually.

Jennifer-Lynn Hayden has posed:
    Jade rolls her eyes at the Mole Man's self-justification, and her constructs waver. She looks at them, panicked, then squares her shoulders and her mind, letting them go. They melt into green haze from the top down, the fog twisting in the wind like gossamer before vanishing. She lifts into the air, hands out to her sides, palms facing forward in what would ordinarily be an unthreatening gesture if her palms weren't responsible for creating objects and enemies out of green fire. Five feet off the ground, she shouts at the Mole Man, "Okay, then let's talk, let's sit down and hash it hey!" The subject changes abruptly as some of the mole people leap up to seize her by the ankles, drag her dowm, and start pummeling her. Jade defends herself as best she can, wrapping herself in what can best be described as robo-samurai armor (complete with a wide, useless, V-shaped pair of fins jutting from the back), but sheer numbers bear her down and hold her paralyzed under the swarm of mole-folk.

Naomi McDuffie has posed:
With the minions dealt with and with people focused elsewhere, she focuses for a moment and then a flash of light surrounds her. No longer is simply Naomi standing there, with her loose clothes and glasses. No, her armored up glowing self is lit up, literaly. She flies out carefully, trying to use some of what she's been practicing to control her flight and then she flies straight over to before the building and in front of where the Mole man is. She hits the ground hard enough to crack it slightly before wincing and standing up a little. She didn't mean to do that.

"Hey!" She calls out to the Mole Man, "I have no idea who you are, short and weird, but you need to leave or give up. Pick your poison." She starts walking toward him and his minions, light moving and wafting around her as if it were a physical thing as she clenches her fist, "I'm kinda new to this and I'd rather not have to hurt you or your friends."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper's arrows /are/ injuring the moloids, and he seems to have no qualms about firing into the ones that are chasing and attacking him. Any of the ones caught up in the fence, he seems to leave alone. But if they go after pedestrians or come after he or the others, he doesn't hesitate to continue to fire on them while IMP works on trying to bonk Mr. Mole in the noggin' with his telephone poles. The continued rumbling concerns him a little bit as he calls out to Valerie, "Likilhood that he's going to topple one of these buildings if this keeps up?"

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Seatbelt or no seatbelt, Daniel stays in the seat as she does her emergency maneuvers. "Mister Man. Mole, sir. At this time, as the lawful authority present, I am ordering you to stand down." And with that said, he reaches an arm out of the vehicle (keep your head and arms inside the ride, children) and aims it in Mole Man's direction. If he has a weapon.. well.. it's high tech because a ripple in space shoots out from his hand towards the Mole Man in a growing wave that may well take out any nearby moloids as well.

Looking over at Valeria, Dan inquires, "Known weaknesses? Powers? If he was taken into a prison structure can he burrow out of it?" Because supervillains. Sigh.

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Light," Valeria answers Daniel tersely, wincing as the little Mole Man bounces over a pair of moloid minions with the shot from the agent. It tumbles him out of the way of the telephone pole //again//. Poor IMP. He can't catch a break. Then again, neither can the Mole Man.

The moloids all cry out when he starts to fall, though the rumbling doesn't stop yet.

The moloids swarming Jade stop abruptly, retreating back toward their leader. One of Roy's victims pulls an arrow out of a fallen comrade and shakes it at him, chittering angrily in some subterranean tongue.

"The good news is, the buildings //here// are pretty safe," Valeria calls back to Roy. "We kind of prepare for these sorts of things at this point."

The rumbling continues, but it seems now to be more of a distraction than an attack, as moloids now swarm over the Mole Man. He staggers, pointing a staff at Daniel and Valeria in the hovercar. "I shall return!" he declares with a sullen look at Naomi. "I am the Mole Man! Ruler of Subterranea! And you will all remember my name!"

Valeria rolls her eyes, keeping the bright headlights of the hovercar trained on the man. "Just make an appointment!" she calls after him.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
IMP can't catch a break...but he's also a man who keeps trying...because he wants to bonk this mole just once...it's in the contract, or something like that. Chuck E Cheese demands it!

Alright. He's got this. This time he swings some feints...trying to catch the moloids...if they keep following the poles, they'll eventually leave that noggin unguarded, and then he can finally get an overhead bonk on this mole! There's gotta be an opening he can exploit!

Naomi McDuffie has posed:
A look up to Valeria and she hmms at the way the lights are on the mole man. She then looks over at the Mole Man before calling out, "You got it, Roll Man." She then floats over closer and looks at the situation Roy is in before looking down at the guys on him and then she notes that that one green girl is buried before calling out, "Not a fan of light?" She asks and then she smirks, "Then you're gonna hate me." And she just, well, fully powers up. Within moments light is coming off her in waves, seemingly flowing around her like it were a physical thing as she floats ther eand she raises her hand and carefully aims and blasts a pure beam of light right at the area near the little mole guys. She knows just how strong her blasts can be and is still not sure she can control them. No need to paste some little mole guys. She then looks up to Valeria, "Thanks for the idea."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper gives Valeria a thumbs-up when she calls out that the building themselves are probably safe, and so he focuses on the little moloids, only hitting the ones that are going after bystanders nearby. When one shakes an arrow at him, he flips it the bird. What? They're communicating, at least, for some definitions of communicating, right? He calls out to IMP, "Swing batter, batter, saaaa-wing, batter! Come on, you can do this! Whack-a-mole for the team!" Then Naomi is lighting up and he says, "Wow, light 'em up! Nice."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    "Light. Got it." Daniel seems to nod easily at the suggestion. It make sense. Subterranean creatures aren't adapted to handle bright lights. So this time instead of something obvious.. well.. he places his palm on the dashboard and looks intently at the hood of the car. The headlamps on the vehicle, instead of casting a wide swath of light as most headlamps are supposed to do, start to focus their light into beams.. not quite lasers.. but they're definitely tightly focused and aimed right at Mole Man like someone just turned stage lights onto the fellow. "How's that for a stage hand?" He quips jauntily to Valeria.

Valeria Richards has posed:
"How are you doing that?" For a moment, Valeria seems much more interested in just how Daniel is manipulating light than she is in the whole Mole Man situation. Though in fairness, she hasn't seemed terribly concerned about the dangers of the Mole Man at all.

When Naomi lights up the sky, Mole Man and moloids alike hiss and shout in dismay, hunching over and shielding their eyes as they flee toward the hole they came out of in the first place. With all the panicking over light, it seems like IMP is going to miss again, but just as the sea of short subterranean dwellers approaches the edge, the telephone pole sweeps them all into the abyss.

The moloids are careful with their dead, bringing as many along as they can. The wouldn't want to dishonor them by leaving them on the horrible surface world. But just when it seems like they're all gone, one more arrow peeks over the edge of the hole, along with a squashed, yellowish face.

The sounds the creature makes are unmistakably an echo of Roy's sentiments. And then it's gone with the others.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
IMP probably should've chosen his weapon better, come to think of it...perhaps a telephone pole was too big for the job. But nonetheless, the moles got swept away by the large object, which sort of forcibly pushes them back down to their underground lairs. "...not as satisfying as recreating Chuck E Cheese, but it'll do." Then again, there's only so many sources of iron and steel around, and cars are even heavier, so...one uses what is available.

Naomi McDuffie has posed:
A smirk as they escape into their little hole, she gives a wave and then shakes her head as she tones down the light show, "Well, that's that." She gives a small smile and a thumbs up to Valeria and Daniel, "Great job." She then looks over to Alton and Roy, "To all of you." She then waves and flies off as quick as she can...which is impressively quick. She's gone like a shot. She actually clears a few clouds before finally getting herself to turn and head out. Sure, it looks kinda cool given she trails a bright light behind her...but she really is gonna have to work on controlling that flight.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper watches as the mole people get swept away, and smirks as an arrow gets shaken in his general direction in a final salute. He slings the bow back over his shoulder once they are gone and gives a nod to the others around him. "Looks like that takes care of that for now," he says, and looks around at the damage to the ground and the surrounding telephone poles. Welp, that's a problem for someone else to solve. He goes to pick up the arrows that had come out of his moloid victims and collects those that can be cleaned up and re-used.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
With the retreat of the Mole Men to Underverse.. Subterranea.. or wherever it was he called his domain, Daniel takes his hand from the dash board and the headlamps go back to their usual dispersion. "Refraction and amplification. Fairly basic principles of light waves really." Daniel looks over at Valeria then knits his brow. "Or did you mean how was I accomplishing that." Since, well, she's a Richards and he's pretty sure he's read somewhere the whole family are Mensa Mentors. "That's a much more complicated question... that I'll be happy to answer if you were able to park this somewhere that you can give me enough answers to file a brief report on this occurance. Sound fair?"

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Yeah, it was more the how are you controlling the light part that was of interest," Valeria admits, flipping off the headlamps now that the Mole Man has departed. "Who'd you say you were filing reports //with//?"

She waves after Naomi as the bright one flies off into the clouds, then looks back to Roy and IMP, waving to the pair as well. Rather than taking the car back to the roof, she carefully descends to a clear spot before parking the thing. "Thanks for the help, guys!" she calls over to them.

Roy Harper has posed:
"Hey, no problem," Roy says as he makes his way over toward the car, looking it over as he gets closer once it's parked. "Nice ride," he says to Valeria and then gives a nod to the SHIELD agent sitting in the passenger seat. "Hey," he greets, but offers no more than that, taking the man in for a moment or two before he looks back over his shoulder toward IMP, "Nice swing there, buddy."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Thanks," Valeria grins to Roy, giving the car a fond pat as she gets out, much the way one might treat a dog or a horse. "Built her myself." Now that the threat is gone, she takes a moment to look over the square, smile fading with a heavy sigh. "Man. This is such a mess. Mom's gonna flip."

Pausing, she leans over into the car long enough to punch a few commands into the dash, after which a small army of little floating robots emerge from the roof to start setting up a perimeter around the hole in the pavement. "I'm Val, by the way," she introduces herself belatedly. "Or Brainstorm. Either one."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper lets out a low whistle as he looks over the car and says, "Nice, real nice." He glances up toward the Baxter building and back over to Valeria and says, "Guess you're another one of those super-brains, huh?" And then she introduces herself and he laughs, "Well, that figures." He offers a hand then and says, "Arsenal," by way of making his own introduction. And then, after a moment or two he says, "Or.. Roy. Either one." Since she offered up both, he does as well, in kind. Then he's watching as the bots begin to swarm all over and set up a perimeter around the hole, grinning. "That's handy."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Superbrain, that's me," Valeria agrees, though she does look away when she says it. Sure, she's a superbrain. She's also still a teenage girl. "Nice to meet you," she adds, taking the offered hand in a brief grip.

Looking back to the robots, she smiles faintly. "It's kind of a thing around here," she says, rueful. "People showing up and throwing down the gauntlet. And the buildings. And the pavement," she lists, dry. "Soooo we started coming up with ways to deal with it. Otherwise we'd've probably been exiled to Antarctica or the Negative Zone by now. But if we get it mostly fixed before emergency services show up, they're usually pretty chill."

She gives him another look, smile quirking. "So a bow and arrow, huh? That's-" Basic? Crazy? "Brave. Pretty sure my Mom and Dad wouldn't feel a whole lot better about me getting into this stuff if I added a bow and arrow to the equation."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper gives her a brief but friendly handshake and then says, "Yeah, nice to meet you, too." He nods as she explains the contingency plans that they have set up. "Visitors without appointments are legit serious business over here," he chuckles. "Guess that makes sense. Figure the city'd eventually have enough if it was constantly all torn up and they had to fix it all themselves. It'd be months. Maybe years."

"Not the only thing in my toolkit, but it's definitely my favorite," Roy says as he twirls one of the arrows that he'd picked up between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. "And what I'm best at." He grins then and says, "I mean, you've probably got whole labs of tech up there. Pretty sure you've got something more fancy than a bow and arrow." Even he does, he just has his favorites.

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Oh sure, lots of tech," Valeria agrees, shrugging. "Mom and Dad are just...protective. You know, like they didn't make an unauthorized space flight before they had powers," she adds, lips quirking toward a small smirk. "Did you know the others who showed up?" she asks, looking back toward the wreckage where some of the robots have started to sweep up debris. They're not quite advanced enough for more than that yet, but at least they're making small progress.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper grins a little wryly at that and says, "Sounds about right." He looks back over his shoulder when she asks about the others that showed up and shakes his head. "I knew the girl.. who ran off. I go to school with her, actually, so I'm guessing my cover's kind of blown, there." He shrugs. "I figure that was going to happen eventually, though." Probably why he told her his name, too. "But uh, I think that guy that was in your car is a teacher at my school."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Seriously?" Valeria quirks a brow, twisting to try to catch sight of wherever Daniel's disappeared to. "I'm gonng go out on a limb and guess he's not the drivers ed teacher." There's a pause then, as some other thought occurs to her. "What's that like?" she asks. "School, I mean. I never..."

Trailing off, she points a thumb over her shoulder at the building. "We're kind of home-schooled?" The last comes with a glimmer of humor. Homeschooling turned up to one hundred and eleven.

Roy Harper has posed:
"Yeah," Roy nods as he glances over in the direction that Daniel went. "I don't.. think he'd recognize me, but I'm pretty sure Naomi was close enough to." He lets his shoulders rise and fall. He laughs, "No, I don't know what he teaches, to be honest. I just remember seeing him at prom last week." He then looks back toward her and says, "I dunno. It's a boarding school. It's pretty alright so far. I've been to public school and homeschooled and neither really worked out so.. I guess third time's the charm, maybe." He glances up toward the Baxter building once more and then says, "Yeah.. I know how that goes. Been there for a while. You like it?"

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Sure, who wouldn't?" Valeria grins. "I mean, as homeschooling goes, it's a little bit above and beyond the usual. Lots of field trips. Lots of hands on experience. I'm //pretty// sure most schools wouldn't've been able to keep up with me any how," she points out, though there's still a curious look in her eyes.

"Every now and then though I remember there's other stuff that happens at school. Like proms," she points out, rueful. "What's that like? Is it really like movies and stuff?"

Roy Harper has posed:
"Yeah," Roy says, "Probably not," when she mentions the school not being able to keep up with her, chuckling a little bit. "It's definitely geared more for uh, my speed." And while Roy's smart, he's not anywhere near as smart as half the students that he's enrolled with, and he knows it.

"It was actually super cheesy and the music was really bad at the start, though it improved about halfway through. We did get to drink out of silly coconut cups, though. The punch was not spiked. And I did kind of freak out a friend of mine, I think." He furrows his brows a little. "So, awkward, mostly, but fun, mostly." He msiles a little wryly. "Lots of dancing. Ours had a theme. It was like this island paradise thing."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"That explains the coconut cups thing," Val laughs. "But cool." Before she can say anything else though, the authorities start to show up, asking around for accounts of what happened.

"Aaaaaand that's my cue," she sighs, smile rueful. "Gotta go make sure we don't get blamed for the crazy. Great meeting you though, Arsenal!" she grins as she backs away, raising a hand to wave.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper grins at Valeria and gives her a little bit of a bow with a flourish before he backs up a couple of steps, "Nice to meet you too, Brainstorm. Catch you around." And then, he is slipping away down a side street, heading off in the direction he had been going before all the fuss started.