9502/All That Glisters

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All That Glisters
Date of Scene: 05 January 2022
Location: Main Room - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: Sarah discusses the etiquette of parley, Kian C3P0s about impersonating deities, Donna discusses Project Gozer, Raven lives on coffee and sarcasm, and Jon is not looking forwards to the morning.
Cast of Characters: Sarah Rainmaker, Rachel Roth, Donna Troy, Kian, Jonathan Sims
Tinyplot: Path of Glory


Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
Sarah Rainmaker is currently sitting over on one of the couches in the area. Her eyes are half closed, and several books are laid out around her. A laptop has been setup with her which has gone into power saver mode due to inactivity. She looks like she fell asleep with herself propped up on the couch with her head thrown back, hair dangling behind her and has since lost track of the world or whatever was going on. She's not snoring, and slept (or close to it) soundlessly. Just the small movements of breathing the only indicator of her state.

Rachel Roth has posed:
    Thursday evening, after sundown: Raven has only been awake for about fifteen minutes, and things are already getting to an... Interesting start. When she arrives from the stairwell, she has her typical demeanor- the sour expression one of the telltale signs that until she has had coffee, the Raven everyone expects has temporarily returned. Such is this fact that she has busied herself preparing coffee, silently pulling the grounds from the blender (that not too long ago seemed to just load itself and turn itself on) and pouring them into the filter atop the chemex. The water starts coming to a boil atop the stove- when the pot was filled a mystery, same as when the stove itself turned on. Either way, not long now...

    However, behind her, a conversation is occurring. Raven has yet to put her communicator on, the thing hooked into one of her pants pockets. Wordlessly she listens in on this event only in as much as she can tell- be it foresight or experience- that a favor is on the horizon. It happens only because of the person who asked. Raven looks up from the pot in silence for a moment. She lets out a sigh.

    Floating off of the ground, Raven conjures up the magics that she has been channeling for most of her life: This time, though, there is a delay. Normally, she would fill the room with shadow, seemingly teleporting everyone within without effort, almost as reflex. Her eyes glaze over with a jet black shine, emitting a corona of white. It takes her some few seconds, before there is a burst of darkness in the air near Donna: Her requested target falling from the darkness with whatever grace he has.

    A few seconds ago in New York, a sensation not unlike what one feels when they're being mentioned in a conversation- an eerie tingle on the back of the neck that makes the hairs stand on end. Then, without warning or care for his sanity or wellbeing, there is a lurching shadow that encompasses the whole of Jon's very being: Like a shark leaping from the waters beneath, swallowing him whole. The sensation only gets worse, much akin to being discorporated at the atomic level, with the added feeling of being pulled by the nasal bone, through a realm of pure nothingness. Then, there is the tower. Terry isn't currently here, so objectively, the destination is better than the road.

    Lowering back to the ground, Raven picks up the pot and starts pouring the boiling water over the grounds.

    "You're welcome."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Thank you Rae," Donna says, because she's fairly sure that Jon won't. She offers Jon a stabilizing hand, knowing well how people tend to react to Raven's methods of high-speed transport the first time they experience it.

    And the second time. And the the third. Honestly it's something nobody ever gets entirely used to.

    "Well that resolves the transport issue," Donna says to Jon. "If you're not feeling up to a return journey the same way, I can fly you back. You may want to sit down a little while and have a fortifying cup of chai. Still, that's one way of cutting to the chase, not just solving the transport issue but giving you some sense of one of the people I want to introduce you to. What you just experienced is what's known as the Raven Express. Rae is... well, she's not at the moment at uh... full power, for reasons we're not going to go into. But she's a sorceress of very great knowledge, and as you might have sensed, the source of her magic is something that is likely to uh... be pretty effective against the type of enemy we're likely to facing."

    "The other person I want to introduce you to... well. Prepare yourself. He's not what you're going to think he is when you first see him..."

Kian has posed:
    Kian flits out of the elevator shaft, responding to Donna's summons over the T-Com.  "Sorry," he says, "it took me a moment to extract myself from a rules discussion with Kala."  Yes, he's got a translator on.
    He executes an unnecessary but elegant flip, touching down lightly on the floor, spreading and re-folding his wings.  "She's determined to sort out the whole rulebook for play on Earth before strapping a single ribbon on -- oh!"
    He bows to Jon, spreading his wings slightly.  "/Kie/!"  He glances back to Donna.  "A friend of yours?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The only reason Jon doesn't fall over on his /face/ at the way he gets teleported is that he /did/ get dragged through Nullspace that one time. This is... not better. Not worse. /Different/, and terrible in its own way. He's wearing a puffy coat and turtleneck when he appears, clutching a bag of donuts, and his eyes are wide and a little frazzled.

    "Good /lord/," he mutters. "I /really/ need to learn to make my own portals."

    He swallows and looks around. "Ahh... thank you." He actually does nod to Raven. "Funny thing is, as awful as that was, at least it's not as /interminable/ as a commute into the city." Look, he's a New Yorker, even with that English accent. Anything to avoid being on the street for too long.

    He peers around the room at each of them, noting Raven's aura, the darkness it holds to his eyes, then turns to regard Kian as he arrives. Tilts his head a bit, looking... curious, more than afraid. "Hmm? What I'm going to... what would I think he is?" A pause. His eyes narrow. "Not a mutant, prooobably? Maybe. Not a fae, not chaotic enough. An alien?"

    Then he blinks at Donna. "Oh! You thought I'd think him an angel? Oh, no, no, they... glow with holy light." He waves a hand around his field of vision, aimed at Kian. "It's a whole... thing. Magic, I mean, they... well, /sometimes/ they can hide it, but then they usually look like... normal humans."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
As things are quiet, then there is the soft sound of feet coming down the stairs.. Sarah Rainmaker would stir. Hunching down just a little bit. The behavior almost a slump for her as she would shuffle.. But it also gives her a chance to look over her shoulder and see what was going on, and if need be to quickly duck behind cover or roll out of the way. Seeing someone come down the stairs and go for the coffee machine would have her relax some. Going to then tap at the laptop screen to reactivate it, then go to shut it down. Moving tos tretch out, one joint at a time, the Apache Gen-Active would laboriously stretch, cracking joint by joint in her body and slowly turning her attention to the other arrivals.
    Curling her legs together underneath her and turning to face those entering, watching in curiousity. The quick murmurings unheard, and her unaware of their contents. Sos he would just turn around to face the group with her legs tucked underneath her, sliding her hands onto her lap. Watching from Donna to Jon to Rachel with curious eyes, but not speaking as if not sure what exactly was going on. So just observing.

Rachel Roth has posed:
    "Oh yes, volunteer me for magical assistance before I have had my coffee. That is the best way for this situation to be resolved." Raven notes, speaking in a slightly hushed tone that she knows is audible, but isn't entirely an interjection. With her mood firmly set in the grump category, Rachel continues preparing that single cup of coffee.

    When it's finished, she turns to face Jon, tapping one foot on the ground and taking small sips of the coffee in the mug. It will soothe her soon. "I can make it take longer." she notes, offering the vague threat and... More or less little else. She stands and observes, somewhat alien to this meeting and idly counting the offense of being introduced to someone against her will. Donna is aware that she will pay for that in a not so subtle way, later.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Ah well," Donna says to Jon, eyeing Kian with a faint smile of amusement. "I mean I suspect if we could put our minds to it, we could /make/ him glow with a holy light. I think that raises some interesting possibilities. And then if we're considering people who don't necessarily have the senses required to /tell/ what kind of a glow they're seeing, well... Kian is quite good at glowing himself, when he wants to."

    Donna breaks into a grin. "Kian, meet Jonathan Sims. He's kind of... dealing with this whole 'angels' thing that everyone's talking about. Jon, meet Kian. He is, as you suspect, an alien. The appearance is I'm sure coincidental, though his people do believe he's an avatar of their goddess. He vehemently disagrees."

    "The other person I wanted you to meet is Raven. I suspect you feel you have already seen something of who she is. Let's just say that you've only seen the tip of the iceberg and it's probably a good idea it stays that way. You should probably talk to her. If there's some ancient lost text with answers to our problems that you've ever wished hadn't been destroyed in the sinking of Atlantis or whatever, there's a decent chance she's read it. She may tell you it's overrated though." Donna flashes Raven a wink. She'll find a way to make it up to Rae later, but when reality is in the balance, sometimes you just have to forgo the niceties for now.

    "Sarah you've already met," she adds. "Sarah, Kian, Jon, can I get you anything?" she asks, moving to join Rae in the kitchen area. "Any news for us Jon? Preparations going well? I've been thinking about that idea that angels may appear to us in a way that is determined by the viewer, and your idea of testing that out empirically. I have an idea."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon eyes Raven for a moment. "Ahh... no, thank you. It was quite fine as it was. It's nice to meet you, all of you. Umm... donuts?" He offers the bag; he evidently grabbed several chocolate rainbow sprinkle donuts before getting portaled over.

    "The holy light I see around angels is magical," he clarifies for Donna. "I've no idea, for certain, what other people see. Never saw one before I got the Sight."

    Once donuts have been offered around he goes to sit down, sighing. "I think we're about as prepared as we can be. We've removed some of their protections, I have more details about timing and scope, we've gathered our forces... now we just sleep and show up in New York by dawn. Ahh, tea would be lovely, thank you."

Kian has posed:
    "No holy lights!" Kian protests.  "Gods above and within, I told them on my own world I wasn't going to play godling, I'm definitely not going to do it here!"
    Donna wasn't kidding about the vehement denial.  His feathers fuff out, and only slowly re-settle.
    "I promise you any resemblance between me and any Earth legends is pure coincidence.  I've heard about angels.  I'm not one."
    To Donna, he comments, "There's a pitcher of my purple stuff, if you would."  Like anyone else is going to get into that.
    Well, the speedsters might.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
Sarah Rainmaker would go to stand up, "I'm fine, thank you. I will if you're all right with it ask for access to whatever systems you authorize for guest review of files and records. If that's not a problem to ask. I'm not sure what your standards are and I don't wish to overstep my bounds." She would draw her hands together and give a light bow to Donna.
    "I ate before I came down here. Pleasure to meet the rest of you." Her tone quiet and watching the back and forth just listening.
    And having a feeling that whatever was giong on was metaphysical enough she didn't have the purview to ask questions on.

Rachel Roth has posed:
    Silently, Raven has alreaady selected several spells which will assert the idea of Kian being an angel, that perhaps will do little more than enrage the actual angels. This is punctuated by a few long sips from the coffee currently steaming in her hands. She holds onto this mug as if it is the one thing she needs to survive. Those that know Raven, of course, are not fooled- she quite clearly lives on spite alone.

    "I have read the library of Themyscira, and several other collections that are both forbidden and that do not technically exist on this plane. Much of it all has been highly overrated." The way she uses 'read' there seems to imply that she has consumed the whole of, which /should/ be impossible. "I would appreciate it if you did not talk to me. All requests can be issued through my secretary, Troia."

    Her eyes flit over to Kian for a moment, and she leaves them on him. "Perhaps a small amount of holy lights." Then, back to Jon. "I do not appreciate this invasion. It will not be long before their sights are set on those that... Are anathema to them. I will assist in any way I can, but at this time I am unable to- and should not- engage in direct combat with an angel. It would go poorly."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna sets about making a masala chai for Jon, and a Kool-aid substitute for Kian. For herself it will be an oolong -- the Titans have been getting in a very superior brand since Robin started hanging out at the tower. "Sarah, go ahead and select 'network' from your comm. You already have access to non-secure systems, and most of the data we have is on the system for you to study. If you go into account settings, you can get an overview of your access levels. You'll find one or two secure rooms are closed off to you, but you'll be able to get around most places and use all the training facilities. Most of our files are available apart from a few things considered sensitive and filed to a higher clearance level."

    She fetches the chai over to Jon and the 'purple stuff' over to Kian. "Kian... we're talking about an invasion here that could potentially not just destroy Earth, but your homeworld too. And the homeworld of every single living being in the entire universe. Wouldn't a little subterfuge be a price worth paying? It's not like it's your own gods you'd be asked to imitate. These aren't really godlings, anyway. They're more kind of... divine worker ants. Um. " She looks a little puzzled. "That's an odd comparison to have used. But I'll stick with it for now. Seems like they're kind of handymen appointed by divine beings to do odd tasks around the universe. In this case I suspect they are overstepping their job description, but we'll see."

    She returns to the kitchen area to finish making her own drink, then leans on the counter close to Rae, blowing gently on her tea. Notably close to Rae. There's some body language there. It's an interesting mix of comforting proximity and protectiveness. "There are always ways of being more prepared, Jon," she says. "But I guess we're going to have to wait until tomorrow before we're going to get any chance to test if there's an observer effect that determines the forms of angels. If there is, then the quantum mechanics specialists will have a field day. And perhaps more relevantly, it has given me an idea of another approach to limiting what they can do. What's more, it's something that our scientifically minded friends could work on. So far it's all been you guys. Angels seem like something that magical people should deal with, but that leaves a whole lot of good people with little to contribute. Finding scientific solutions as well... I think that would be a good thing."

Kian has posed:
    Kian sighs heavily.  "Are you /asking/ me to play godling?  It's not any better that it's not gods I believe in, and I'll tell you right now, I don't *want* to."
    He sighs again.  "But I will if I have to.  Ria /q'San/ warned me about that."  He adds, quite seriously, "But only if I *have* to."
    He listens intently, sipping at his purple sugar water.  "You know," he muses, "quantum effects are the nature of my powers.  My observer effect is an effort of will, not probability.  Maybe that will help."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon eyes Raven again and nods. "...Right. Noted. All of that, noted. I... don't really appreciate the invasion either. They make little distinction about their enemies, I've found. I'm a filthy pagan /and/ I deliberately turned away from the Church, so that's two strikes against me on top of whatever else." He shrugs.

    He snaps his fingers, though, points at Donna. "Divine ants! Yes. Divine /soldier/ ants, in this case, but yes. As for contributing... we've worked a spell that will remove most of the protections angels typically have, through their connection to Michael. Normal force will work on them /just/ fine."

    He looks around at Kian. "They are not legends," he says somberly. "And I would /not/ suggest trying to pretend to be one. They don't take kindly to it, and there are people gathering in New York who /do/ worship them. I wouldn't want to see anyone get hurt without need." He sighs. "I don't want to see anyone get hurt at all. I'm going to /try/ to talk to them, but I doubt they'll listen."

    He looks between Donna and Kian. "I'm curious about this... quantum mechanical business you're thinking of. Science and magic get along better than most people think, I've noticed. I'm curious as to your thoughts on the matter."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
Sarah Rainmaker would glance at Raven for a moment, "So, might an outsider inquire as to why you are not going to be joining?" She would query over thoughtfully, but also in a quiet voice in case the questionw as inappropriate. She would watch the dynamics back and forth for a few moments.
    "The fight's beginning soon, if it hasn't already." How close they are or how far away it is.. She doesn't know.
    Donna's comments would get a nod from her, "Thank you." She would go to shuffle over to get her laptop and go to rpaidly scroll through it as Donna would lead her through how to access it. One of her gauntlets going to sizzle and fizzle for a moment, a spark of ozone coming from it as she would grumble. "Forgive me a moment." She would go to carefully take it off.. Then going to take out a small screwdriver from a pouch, a small pair of pliers, and a magnifying lens as she would very, very carefully go to work on the gauntlet. Tenuously going to snip it open and then go through it and use the magnifying glass to check it out.
    LIstening to Jonathan, "The time for diplomacy has passed. THey're well past the point of a parley if they would even recognize one. Attempts at diplomacy will not be acknowledged unless they are at blade point, metaphorically or literally. They have nothing to give beyond whatever cause of damnation they want to inflict. So they'll only care to accept surrender." The talk of science getting a slow nod from her while she would very, very gingerly open a panel.

Rachel Roth has posed:
    Raven raises her cup in acknolwedgment to Jon's agreement to terms. The truth of it is, in some time when she has finished her coffee, Raven's mood will be drastically improved. Had this happened then, she might be less standoffish than is to be expected. "Good." she notes, but that is all she says in response to Jonathan.

    As Donna takes a position at her side, Raven leans somewhat in, and then onto, Troia. As if pulled in by gravity, there is little there that leaves anything of their relationship to the imagination. This is not the way roommates lean on one another. She remains mostly silent, but there is clear comfort taken in the proximity. She is less protective, and more... Content, with the closeness.

    All that moves is her head, to look at Sarah. It's a little rude- sadly, the woman hasn't caught her fully awake and coffeed. "An outsider might not." she responds, shutting down the inquiry swiftly, and efficiently. Not... in a friendly way, of course, but at least there's no wasted words.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Believe me Kian," Donna says. "This idea is very much an 'only if you have to' thing." She's probably on the same page as Jon on the issue of impersonating angels, but exploring every avenue is very much the Titan's way. After all, sometimes poking the bear isn't such a bad idea. Not long ago, General Zod put in an appearance in a powerful Kryptonian battlecruiser when Earth's Kryptonian contingent was away, and Donna's tactics for dealing with that situation had rested on not giving Zod the time to concentrate -- annoying him as much as possible had been a big part of that.

    "She didn't say she wouldn't be /helping/ Sarah," Donna interjects a touch sharply-- and there's that protectiveness. She expands on the lack of explanation that Raven had given, though it's in the broadest terms and doesn't provide any actual additional explanation per se. "Rae is being sensible. When she says it would go poorly, she's not simply saying it would go poorly for herself. It's possible the angels have made a rather large oversight in their planning where Rae is concerned. If they were to succeed in their aims, their success may make them architects of a greater damage to the multiverse than they are trying to repair."

    She relents a little the sharpness of her protective reaction, particularly as Sarah had put the question politely and Donna had her morning coffee many hours ago. Donna gives Sarah a quick smile. "It may now be the time to fight, but that doesn't mean the time for diplomacy is passed. The time for diplomacy is never passed, and it is always better to seek a peaceful resolution, even if it seems impossible. Personally I have every intention of asking Michael to surrender next time I see him, even though I hold out no hope he will agree. It's still right to do, to offer someone the chance to surrender before you fight them."

    Donna takes a sip of her tea and looks up to Jon. "Kian is what might be described as a physics elemental. He raises an interesting point. He may be particularly well equipped to help test the Observer Effect as it relates to angels. Well, if it turns out our speculation about that is correct..." She give pauses, and gives a small shrug.

    "If there's one thing I learned from watching Ghostbusters," she says, giving voice to a phrase that should probably never be uttered, "It's that we should not trust our subconscious minds to choose the Form of the Destructor. So, I give you Project Gozer. We get our science buddies to create very limited synthetic intelligences programmed with an absolute, utter and unswerving belief that angels take the form of inanimate lego bricks, incapable of action or harming anyone who isn't walking around barefoot. Plant them around the city to create no-fly zones for the angels. Keep them corralled. "

Kian has posed:
    "I will greatly prefer to approach this from a scientific perspective than a theological one.  I can understand one world having multiple gods, but multiple /religions/ makes my head hurt."  Kian takes a sip of his drink.  "But then, Earth is weird."
    Shrug.  That's obvious.  At least to him.
    "I don't like the sound of a no-fly zone.  Unless it won't affect me, too."
    He frowns and adds, almost as an afterthought, "Do these angels look much like my people?  Or are there obvious differences where we won't be mistaken for each other at a glance?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon glances over at Donna and Raven and just... notes it quietly. None of his business, really, their relationship, though it does make him smile /just/ a bit. He likes to see people happy, even relative strangers.

    He nods, then, to Donna's statement. "I have to /try/ to offer to talk. I have to /try/ to discuss terms. Even beyond the fact that I know that violence won't solve this in the end--it's the honorable things to do." His expression hardens. "But I'm only giving him /one/ chance. After that, all bets are off, so far as the angels are concerned."

    Then... he... thinks about Donna's suggestion. /Really/ thinks about it. "Hunh," he says. "I know they won't leave Manhattan--that's the extent of the battleground. But using such things to defend our territory, keep them away from civilians..."

    He stops. Swallows. "They... they will not give any quarter to /anyone/ on the island that isn't on their side. Innocents, children... doesn't matter. We could use corridors to evacuate anyone that's left."

    A glance aside to Kian. "I'm just as glad there's multiple religions. I don't really fit into any of the major ones, here on Earth. I'm... rather content with my gods, actually, these days."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
The prompt response from Raven to her query would get a flat stare back from Sarah Rainmaker, who would then shrug, "Apologies." Her taking the comment from Donna as a correction, giving a nod. "Teh time for diplomacy is.. Over as far as in any official sense of the term and willingness by etiquette." Sarah would go to with one hand push the books to the side, propping up her gauntlet while she would poke at it with the pliers and remove one of hte panels.
    "There are rules for a parley, a formal discussion over combat. A parley can be held right before the battle, while the armies have been formed up. Generally where one side is attempting to bring the other to terms. IT can come some time after the battle has been joined, but after casualties have mounted. Generally for a short ceasefire to attend wounded or the superior side attempt to convince the weaker to surrender or come to terms."
    Another light screw done. "These are creatures that as you said take the form on which people have imprinted upon them. Which means that o some degree that the rules based upon them come from a source. I am making assumptions.. But I presume they follow the rules or at least equivalents of them." She would go to sort through one of thebooks with her hands, about the Crusades.
    The discussion of science and Gozer would make her smile just a bit. "But they have a structure as an army and a code of discipline. They can be reasoned with. And they can be expected to hold to specific behaviors. It would be against all the etiquette of the realms to have a parley as the battle is joined." She wouldslowly flip the book open, showing a page of the Crusades of Christian pillagers sacking Jerusalem in medieval pictographic detail.
    "That time has passed." She would go to fiddle with her gauntlet for a moment. Then something would snap as she would start to swear over as the gauntlet would sizzle and fizzle and stink of ozone.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Etiquette is just rules for people who don't know better," Donna says to Sarah, grinning slightly. "Seriously though... I once fought a demigod, who had been given a power-up by another god, and was armed with alien armor. She had no sense of etiquette or rules of parley. She just wanted to kill me. I asked her three times to surrender before I was prepared to do anything to actually hurt her. You may consider me foolish if you wish, but I know it was the right thing to do. And I am still standing here today."

    "On the other hand, there are times when you simply don't have the option. Where you are driven into a corner and you feel your position only allows you to strike as hard and fast as you can. An event like this... it's the kind of situation that is likely to make us all feel so cornered."

    She raises an eyebrow towards Jon and gives him a slow nod as she continues to speak. "What we should consider though is that this is no ordinary fight. It is possible that the very nature of this battle makes it all the more important that we prove that we are the ones prepared to take the risks, prepared to put our own lives on the line, to give our enemy every chance to save themselves from what we are prepared to do to them if they give us no choice."

    She takes a sip of her tea, her free arm unconsciously wrapping itself around Raven's shoulder. "We should make our experiments to see if this Observer Effect is real as soon as we can," she says. "And no Kian, it won't effect you, unless you think you're likely to turn into something just because people believe it's what you are. But then if you were, you'd already be an avatar of your goddess, wouldn't you? So I think you're safe."

Kian has posed:
    "I'd like to avoid fighting if at all possible," Kian mutters.  "But apparently my people are the only sensible ones in the galaxy.  I..."
    The birdman falters, having trouble choosing the right words even with the aid of the translator.
    "If these beings, whatever they are, /look/ like my people, I may have trouble acting against them.  Just because they *look* like us.  Is... is there any way I can meet one, touch his, her, its mind so I can know not to let the appearance fool me?"
    He shoots a look back to the elevator shaft.  "And we have to get my kinfolk back to our world so they don't get caught in the middle of this."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "It's not about rules of engagement or what the angels expect me to do. It's about my /own/ honor. I am not a soldier, a fighter. I am a doctor. A healer. I fight because I /must/. Because if I do not, the universe ends. If there's /any/ way around that, I will take it." Jon sighs. "But just the once, at least for tomorrow. Definitely again, later. This won't be solved with violence--but, evidently, fight we must."

    Jon looks around at Kian. "They wear armor," he says bluntly, "and carry weapons. They are soldiers, one and all, the ones coming here. And they will only be in Manhattan. I doubt they'll look much like your people at all."

    Another sigh. "I can probably get a team in to Manhattan to see about the observer effect. We have portals, and we've managed to keep one of the tunnels open. If you can gather a team of your science people to look into it?"

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
Going to gather up her gauntlet, Sarah Rainmaker would look over her shoulder, "Forgive me, I need to fix this. And it won't do to do it on a table." She would go to carefully pick up the various components of it, it giving a few sparks to her touches as she would shake her head and swear under ehr breath once more. "Thank you again for sharing your home and your thoughts." Her going over back towards the guest room she had been given to sleep in, where she would start to fiddle around with some small tools and then get to work on fixing her shorted out shock absorber.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna gives Sarah a nod of her head as she makes her exit, the looks thoughtfully at Kian. "Metropolis shouldn't be impacted at least in the short term. I'm not sure if we can risk Terry draining his magic for a couple of days to send them back, we may need to borrow GIRL's ship. We'll see. Touching their minds might be a very bad idea but..."

    She turns back to Doctor Sims. "We've got ways of getting in, that won't be a problem I think. As you saw. I'll talk to a few people and assemble a team. Kian here as he said is able to manipulate the Observer Effect on a quantum level through will, so we'll test that out too. If it turns out to be a quantum effect, that would be very valuable to know. But... you look like you could use some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. Would you like Raven to send you back?"

    She glances around at Raven and the pair share an expression that probably only they can read.

    She looks back to Jon. "Or I can fly you if you'd prefer. Not quite as quick, but we can be there in twenty minutes or so. That may be more restful."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods and climbs to his feet. "I'd... like a little bit of time to myself before my husband gets home, actually. To mentally prepare for this. Tomorrow... may be a /very/ bad day for me." He sighs. "But we do what we must."

    He glances at Raven, then back to Donna. "Ahh, no offense, but... I think flying would be better. I do rather like flying anyway. I still need to see about learning to form wings, myself." He smiles. "Thank you. For everything, truly. The help is... well, of course you're defending Earth, but... it's good to have the aid. These problems should be tackled from all sides."