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Scott Lang	How long had it been? Hours? Days? Scott wasn't entirely sure time was working the same way inside the Infinite Ikea as it was outside but for now they had other issues to deal with. After the run-in with the monster and sorting out the other, gooier monster was friendly, if better left at a distance when it was dripping with noxious chemicals, the group had set up a shelter, Tommy's superspeed and Scott's ability to just turn huge and sweep big handfuls of furniture together helping them quickly create a messy fort with walls of coffee tables and dinette sets some twenty feet high. Inside they set up basic rooms separated by curtains, screens, cabinets, basically creating an even more eclectic looking space than the endless store outside, and of course any food or water they found getting stashed. Occasionally they heard other monsters rumbling around in the distance, or Arcade's voice taunting them over the PA system. But still they had yet to find any signs of a way out.      Setting Cassie down to sleep away in her own 'room' surrounded by every stuffed animal Ikea had ever produced Scott steps out and pulls the curtain closed behind him. "Alright, I'm getting my daughter out of here soon dammit before I learn any more Swedish. We have got to find a way to break whatever Arcade is using to keep us here," Scott informs sounding uncharacteristically serious. It was one thing when he was on a weird dangerous adventure. It was another when Cassie was with him.
Bunny Macleod	Not to mention other people's kids. The fort had been set up and Bunny was leaning against the HEMNES trundle day-bed that has been filled up with JATTELIK triceratopses, with a recovered bag of MORK with hazelnuts and a bunch of the cola-flavored sour moose, chewing thoughtfully. She's been marking off the times Arcade's voice has taunted them over the system on her arm with a sharpie that she gleaned from a work desk stuck in the ceiling.     She gives another couple chews of the gummy candy, and then gives a nod.     "Hej, it'll be okay, Ant-Man. We'll find a way outta here. I mean, the place's gotta have a fire escape somewhere, right? Maybe we just haven't found the right display house?" she asks, and she waggles one of the ceratopsian stuffies at him. She's tired herself and trying to keep up the pep. She's got a number of five-groups on her arm.
Kim Hayes	The creature that the ensemble met during the encounter with the first IKEA monster identified itself as 'Haze' - and it was indeed clear that, while the nightmarishly ghoulish ooze seemed to have no intent of harming anyone, it was far too intense (in both toxicity and odour) to be a desirable close-quarters companion. It had announced that it would take watch outside the makeshift shelter for the sake of all involved.     Whether or not anyone had come out to check up on it, the Symbiote had found a place on top of the fort with a good view, lied down, and stretched out - literally - staring at the surroundings until it had finally nodded off... and by now, essentially turned into a noxious puddle.
Tommy Shepherd	The thing about putting IKEA furniture together at superspeed is that, from Tommy's perspective, it still takes exactly as long as it would for anyone else. And yet he's gotten his hands on a huge stack of flatpack boxes, mostly the real wood stuff like HEMNES and APPLARO, and assembling it all. Because it's good, solid support for their fort. Not the honeycomb particleboard stuff.     He shoves his thirty-fifth allen wrench into one of the numerous blue IKEA bags they've collected and then sits back on the pile of sofa cushions and blankets he's commandered as his own 'space'.     "Any ideas on how to find him?" he asks, scrounging around amidst his collection of things for another roll of KAFEREP cookies. Which aren't exactly the most calorie-efficent food here, but at this point he doens't really care. He's stuck in a never-ending IKEA and he's going to eat all the cookies he wants. "Where do they even make announcements from in normal IKEAs? The registers? Some kind of staff office?"
Karen Starr	About an hour ago, Karen Starr was halfway across the country, issuing relief to a flooded town as part of a corporate venture in philanthropy. It took this long for Scott's emergency beacon to hit Avengers comms- but the moment it does, the billionaire woman departs her corporate endeavor in fantastic fashion, flying off towards an Metropolis in a horrifically salmon pink helicopter.     The drone will continue flying to her home city, piloting itself and landing on the roof of Starrware Industries in Metropolis. Its lone occupant, however, departs midflight.     It is mere seconds later that she arrives at... An Ikea. Supposedly the source of Scott's distress signal, Power Girl lands in front of the building and calmly walks through the front doors. Confused- and a little bothered- by what seems like a pointless call. There's a deep sigh, and the blonde starts trudging her way into the building, the doors behind her disappearing as she starts wandering the aisles.     "Scott!" her voice booms, the slight hint of anger in it plainly evident. "What in the hell is going on? What could you possibly need /Avengers/ attention for in an /Ikea/?"
Scott Lang	"I don't think he's in here with us. Oil Slick up there heard my distress call I wired through the speakers, which means the signal HAD to go back to someplace, normal," Scott settles on with a vague wave of his hand and a sigh as he runs a hand back through his hair. It felt greasier than he liked, not one of Ikea's showers actually hooked up to working plumbing, making do with the occasional restroom or water fountain. Still they hadn't found any shampoo, Ikea having its limits on what they carried.      Looking to Bunny he pushes his hands together in a 'concern' look and points his fingertips at her. "And no, I don't think there's a fire escape. Or any escape. This is either some super science or magic or...I don't know what. Something none of us are smart enough to deal with the right way. So, we figure out a wrong way. We need to just, break this place somehow," Scott surmises with a look to the ceiling. He'd tried growing towards it when he first noticed the problems, but no matter how big he'd grown it never seemed to get closer. Everything just seemed to stretch further and further away the more they...his brow furrows up as the hamster in his head takes a few steps. "Any of ya'll ever play Minecraft?"      Karen meanwhile booming as she is has arrived still what is equivalent to miles away from them as the entrance behind her vanishes. How long would it take her to realize some of the displays were repeating, laid out in nonsensical fashion, and that if she flew up even a few feet she'd be greeted by the sight of literally endless furniture? While likely not very long at all, her hollering speeds things up considerably as a twelve foot tall faceless abomination with limbs made of spikes comes barreling through a bookcase at her which explodes outward, the monster dressed in the stretched and torn shirt of an Ikea salesperson. It looses an feral howl, "STORE IS CLOSED!" before attempting to back-hand her with one of those spikes.
Bunny Macleod	"I haven't started in on the polka thing yet, I think I'm still safe." Bunny states in her defense, and she leans her head back "Eeeh... I'm kinda limited in my heroing experience to 'that traumatic time in Gotham' an' 'that slightly less traumatic time I met Ant-Man', so if there's big science or magic, at least I can block it. For about thirty seconds." Bunny states, and she gives a smile to the Goo keeping watch above, and to Tommy, who is responsible probably for her HEMNES bed and triceratopseses .     "I'm Generation Z of course I've played Minecraft. It's how I cut my teeth on videogames!" she protests, giving a playful, less-than-pep toss of an unfortunate cera at Lang, and then there's the boom of --     "... is that Power Girl? *Is That Power Girl*? -- wait," she blinks, fangirling paused and points at Scott "Your first name is really *SCOTT*? I thought that was reserved for like, Star Trek characters?" she stammers.
Kim Hayes	"I've played Minecraft."     The voice comes from a disheveled brunette in a hoodie and jeans who steps through the entrance to the 'meeting space' of the fort, a half-eaten Marabou in her hand. The woman probably doesn't look familiar, considering that the rest of the group has only witnessed her wearing the guise of a Lovecraftian horror, but she does have a faintly recognizable scent about her - a much less pronounced version of Eau de Haze, which happens to align closely with an odor commonly found in college dormitories. Presumably, the self-discipline to maintain a secret identity has been overwhelmed by flatpack-induced FOMO.     "What were you thinking, like, we should start gathering materials to craft a portal to the Zone of the Enders or something? I mean, I guess IKEA would be the place to look."
Tommy Shepherd	"Uhh, yeah, a couple times at a friend's house when I was a little kid?" Tommy answers, and then immediately defers to Bunny and her much more reasonable amount of experience with normal childhood things. The glance upward he sends towards the goo on the roof of their furniture fort could potentially be interpreted as wondering if Haze has ever even heard of Minecraft.     Because, like, how would you explain Minecraft to an alien? Or video games in general?     And then he does a double-take, because where there was once a small ooze of goop leaking through the hastily-assembled shelves of a BILLY bookcase now there is nothing. And there's a strange girl entering their fort.     Give Tommy a little credit here, he does manage to put 2 and 2 together. After a while, which in normal speed means he looks, you know, relatively not stupid. "The only thing I remember is that we're not supposed to dig down." And then he frowns down at the carpet-covered flooring underneath, the fingers of one hand twitching. Well, maybe if he tried....     That thought is discarded though, and instead he snorts a little bit at the Star Trek reference, because apparently that's saturated the cultural zeitgeist enough for Tommy to get. Power Girl less so, though he does at least recognize the name from the news (and not just his brother's superhero nerd lectures). "Should we, uh, go help?"
Karen Starr	Karen does what anyone does when they walk through Ikea. Start out firmly believing that they're there for one thing- in this case, to either save, or intrinsically harm, one Scott Lang- and eventually they walk past something named HAVERTYS or TVILUM and suddenly you've picked up one of those stupid little golf pencils and pads of paper.     Idly writing the name KALLAX down on the little notepad, she mumbles something about "Will have to remake it out of hardwood because I'm /not/ keeping any particle board but it'll look really nice in the off-" Her head perks up as two opposing noises catch her ears. One, of Scott asking if someone has played Minecraft. The other noise, hurtling through the wall to her side.     The beast barges through, makes its declaration, and slams its spike into the back of her head.     Much to its chagrin, the woman in white does not move. Calmly, she drops both the pad and pencil.     "Okay."     Akin to a beacon in the night, the skyward hurtling form of the monster that had just attempted to blindside a Kryptonian flies infinite-roofward while screaming bloody murder, alerting the others to Power Girl's exact location, like a highly violent flare.
Tommy Shepherd	With the scream of the monster still disappearing off into the distance, Tommy amends his previous statement to: "Okay yeah I don't think she needs our help."
Scott Lang	"Oh...well that's helpful," Scott sounding equal parts relieved and nervous as they pick up on the sounds and sights of a Power Girl in the distance as the group watches the monster like a dot rise up and up in the distance before it's lost to sight, presumably crashing down again somewhere. Cupping his hands around his mouth he sucks in a deep breath some might interpret as a reluctant sigh before hollering, "PG we're over this way!" Sure she had super hearing but may as well make it easier.      Meanwhile the monitoring Arcade also seems to have taken notice. "A Kryptonian now too!? Did you think bringing in someone more powerful would help you?! There's no Sun to be found here, lets see how strong she is in a few days with nothing but fluorescent bulbs to leech off of!"      "Oh yeah, piss her off, that's gone great for everyone else," Scott mutters as he turns back to the group while Power Girl likely makes a grand annoyed entrance. "No, look I'm not talking about how you play Minecraft, I'm talking about BREAKING it. Like when that game first came out if you played it and moved too fast it couldn't keep up generating the world. I think that's, kinda how this place works, when I was growing the ceiling wasn't getting any closer, so like, it had to be expanding, it's not just an illusion. I think. Now Tommy was already running really quick, and I grew, but what if we did that at the same time? And PG can go in another direction at super speed. In fact, I think I even have a way for Haze that might help us out too..." Scott trailing off cryptically in a way that should probably make Haze and those associated with the creature a bit worried.      Of course now they all had something to worry about. Karen's noisy intrusion and Scott's hollering had woken up more of the beasts as they could hear the sounds of smashing furniture getting closer, enough noise to have Cassie come sleepily poking her head out of the curtain. "Daddy, was that Aunt PG?" she asks tiredly.
Bunny Macleod	"Mmmmnope." Bunny agrees with Tommy, looking a bit unnerved by the screaming-bloody-murder, and she holds a triceratops over her head like a helmet.     "Should we prepare for impact of stuff and things and..." she frowns a moment, watching as PG keeps going up... and up... and then she hears Arcade.     And then she takes her sharpie and makes another mark on her arm.     "Okay, so you want to try lagging out Arcade's IKEA? Sure why not." Bunny gives a bright grin, bouncing on the pile of dinosaur plushes.     "And... I guess I'm minding the important cargo?" she asks, hopefully, because there's not much else she can do.
Kim Hayes	Biting off another piece of chocolate, Kim looks vaguely dubious, her ear turning toward the sound of the screaming superheroine ascendant as her grey eyes shift between the others, underlined by dark circles.     "You know, I was wondering like, last night or yesterday or whatever 'cause it's kind of hard to tell time anymore, but like - how does so and so like, see what's going on in here? Is it just like, magic, or do they have cameras or something?"     There's a rumble from the girl's stomach as she swallows the chocolate in her mouth.     "I wonder if I could like, just start eating everything. Eventually it has to all disappear, right? Was that what you were thinking I could do? Hey, do you guys think my friends are monsters now?"     She's not entirely on-task, but she also doesn't have her usual relief for her anxiety on-hand - it's back in the backseat of a vehicle in the parking lot.     "Hey, kid, want a chocolate bar?" Kim asks Cassie as she notices the girl, pulling another Marabou out of her hoodie's front pouch.     <<That is for US for LATER!>>     "Yeah dude but she's cuter than you," Kim replies to the voice in her head, which, of course, would appear to be a sudden one-sided interjection to anyone not psychically tracking the mental dialogue.
Tommy Shepherd	Tommy's more concerned with the amount of racket being made by the new arrival than he really is with the plan Scott's laying out. At one point he glances back over his shoulder, blinks a couple of times, and then nods. "Run fast. Got it." Then he's back to peering through a crack between two KALLAX towards where Power Girl has woken up the horde.     Not that he can see all that much, given that the store is closed and most of the lights are off. Mostly it's just by sound that he's tracking things, and there's a whole lot of noise. Noise that might be coming this way, he thinks.     So, what does he do? Well first Tommy goes "I think we need to abandon ship," and then he pops open a tray of cinnamon rolls that he's been reserving for emergencies (apparently right now qualifies) and eats one in, like, two monster bites. It's kind of awful. But something tells him he's going to need the energy.     Also if he's gonna die in here, he wants to go out with a stomach full of cinnamon rolls.     Apparently following in Kim's figurative footsteps, though, he leaves one out for Cassie. Because she's right (even if Tommy doesn't know who she's arguing with).
Karen Starr	The voice from nowhere within the Ikea gets met with an angry response. "I've done it before, and I have no idea who you are, but I can /hear/ that you've got a really punchable face, kid. So you'd better start running!" she calls.     This draws more monsters to her, and the sheer /noise/ of the combat can be heard drawing ever closer. Thunderous slams and howls of strange, inhuman beasts. "I am the manager!" one calls, "Looks like we've got a Karen!" shrieks another, each of them knocked flying in turn.     Eventually, one breaks through the wall nearest to Fort Fastning and comes to a skittering, skidding, skipping stop before the front door of the assembled Ikea Defenders, with a hushed "No refunds..." before it falls unconscious.     Stomping towards the fort, Power Girl looks- well, exactly like you would if you'd just had to fight your way through a few miles of Ikea, literally. Sure, she isn't /injured/, but she is /angry/.     "Scott!" she calls, "I have two questions!" finally having marched her way to the front door of the furniture apparatus, Karen's deep frown showing that she isn't playing any games, let alone Minecraft. "First, please, please tell me that you didn't bring Cassie to an Ikea deathtrap with monsters? Second, for the love of god, tell me that they haven't run out of meatballs."
Scott Lang	"Bunny I want you with Tommy, do like you guys did before, we want him running straight and fast as possible which can't be as easy when he has to keep going around ever loveseat in here. So Team Battering Ram back at it!" Scott encourages cheerfully with a thumbs up at Bunny. Yeah, just protect yourself and another at double digit mach speeds with powers you're still coming to grips with.      Meanwhile Scott begins checking his own gear, still wearing his Ant-Man suit as he looks at the Pym particles he has remaining on the wrist monitor. Enough for one good growth spurt, but it would drain almost everything he has left, grimacing as he realizes if this didn't work he'd be just, normal dad in a weird suit as they'd seen no sign of any ants in the store. Extra-dimensional retail was clean at least. "Yeah he's tied into the electrical grid someway, it's how I was able to get my message out. But, trying to trace an electrical grid that's also infinite, gods as an engineer that just gives me a headache. Trust me this is better. And you don't have to eat a thing," Scott tells Kim perhaps somewhat disappointing her. Cassie meanwhile takes the candy looking quite pleased at first...until her nose seems to crinkle as she gets a whiff of the odor surrounding Kim and the sweet-toothed little girl says, "I'll uh, save it for later!" before quietly dropping it on a table next to her with an innocent look on her face.      All of which lead to Scott having to finally face the blonde music as the monster tears through the wall before collapsing in a heap with Power Girl close behind. "Oh, hey PG! We uh, didn't hear you come in. Just, you know, I mean, I didn't really..." Scott struggling to find his words before Cassie runs forward with a, "AUNT PG! Are you gonna get us outta here? Daddy got us lost. Way worse than that time to Niagra," she pipes up holding out her arms to be picked up. Scott just sighs and reaches out to grab a box of meatballs that he shoves in a microwave and sets for a minute. "Snack coming up. Power Girl did you hear most of the plan? It's basically 'Split Up Gang' and hope this works.      Meanwhile the monsters have halted for the moment after PG's rampage. But the thing about extradimensional entities was the more slaughter there was, the bigger and badder the entities it attracted. In the distance there was a roar. Only this one caused the furniture around them to shake like an earthquake. Followed by a boom as if something was taking a step. Something BIG. "And I think the faster we do it the better!"
Bunny Macleod	Bunny takes a couple of steps back as Power Girl makes her appearance, and she looks to Tommy, cracks her knuckles and dosses her skates over her shoulder clad in just SOCKS.     That is not an IKEA product, they're just covered with poptarts and donuts as she gives a little grin to Tommy and a shrug.     "Nice to meet you I /guess/!" she gives a laugh, and she hops up on the speedster's back, ready to Shield Up.     "We're gonna make this weird, I need my hands for the shields." she alerts, and with a sling of her skates and laces, she is now riding Piggyback on Tommy, held onto him by rainbow kevlar shoestrings on her skates, and she secures her helmet.     "... is it *wrong* to say 'hi ho Silver away?'"
Kim Hayes	Kim doesn't take much notice of the fact that Cassie seems a bit put off by the chocolate, nor is she particularly disappointed at the prospect of not having to eat everything in the store.     Haze does, and is.     <<She's not going to eat it. We should hold onto it. Or eat it.>>     "Dude there's like literally infinite chocolate in this Ikea," Kim groans to the voice in her head.     <<Then WHY are we trying to LEAVE?!>>     "Because they don't have video games," Kim mutters under her breath, looking increasingly mentally unwell.     Finally seeming to notice that a familiar superhero is on the scene, Kim finds herself staring for a long moment, her head lolling slightly to one side. Fortunately, there are others to fill the momentary void in the conversation that she would have left.     "Uhh, hi. I'm Kim."     She abruptly looks sidelong to Scott. "Oh, hey - what did you say you wanted me to do, again? Or, I guess..."     The fabric of her grey hoodie suddenly shifts like molten putty, changing hues to purple and green and enveloping the woman head to toe until the nightmare creature that all but Power Girl present met in an earlier time cycle is standing in Kim's place, oozing purple and letting off faint levels of a noxious hallucinogenic gas, green tentacle-like strands of hair hanging like willow leaves to mercifully conceal the alien's visage.     "...Usssss?"
Karen Starr	Silently, and roughly, Karen takes the bag of meatballs. And a fork, because that matters. Idly, she rips the plastic open, moves the meatballs around a bit because the center /never/ gets hot in a microwave, and uses a small splash of heat vision to get them to proper eating temperature. There's a long silence as she stares at Scott, only momentarily placated by the meatballs, before she speaks.     "Yeah, I heard the plan." she states, having consumed several of the things before handing the molten bag back to Scott. "Hold onto these." Then, she addresses Kidsilver and Bunny. "I don't know what either of you do, but apparently one of you is fast, and that's the one on the bottom, so here's the deal." she points, then, back in the direction she came. "Most of them are coming from that direction so you," she states, reaching for Tommy's shoulders, and, if allowed, she'll point him directly perpendicular to the direction she had been pointing. "Run /that/ way. What's your top speed?"     She waits for Tommy to answer before straightening up, and looking to Scott. "I'm going to fly very fast that way. Through whatever's in the way. That'll take their attention, for sure. With any luck, we'll be punching whoever is responsible for this, but no matter what happens, we all meet back here if it doesn't work. See how many monsters there even are in this... Whatever this is."
Tommy Shepherd	For someone who definitely wasn't really paying attention to the plan being laid out, Tommy is looking mighty dubious about the whole thing. As Bunny approaches him, his mouth opens (clearly about to rebuke her) but then he seems to reconsider, and only holds up a hand for a moment. "Hold on. If we're going out there, I need to make sure my valuables are taken care of."     And that is when he walks over to Cassie, looking down at her with a serious expression. He lifts a hand and carefully removes the Richmond Flying Squirrels hat from atop his head. "This is very important to me," is all he says before he drops it onto the squirt's head, and gives her a solemn nod before he returns to Bunny's side. "Okay, I guess we're doing this."     It's not long before he has his arms tucked under Bunny's knees, and his hoodie an additional aid to keep her attached, wrapped around her like a cocoon with the sleeves tied into a double-knot against his chest. "Keep yourself braced." They're still working to truss themselves together when Power Girl approaches, and Tommy looks up at her for a moment before he tips slightly to the side (sorry, Bunny) to watch with wide eyes as Kim... transforms?     "Uh huh," he says. He definitely didn't hear most of that, but Karen physically aims him in the direction she wants, and he nods to that. "About Mach 1. A little more if I want to burn myself out real fast, but I can come pretty close to my top limit and run sustained for... uhhh... a while."     Tommy doesn't have any hands free, so all he can do is nod and lower his head slightly. Then he... well, takes off at a jog. "I'm going to take a few moments to speed up so you don't get whiplash or something," he says for Bunny's sake.
Scott Lang	"Yeah uh, do what Power Girl said, you run AWAY from the angry monsters. And be careful. If you get tired or nothing seems to be happening just come back here and we'll try something else. Cassie and Haze, you stay with me. I'm going to try growing straight up big as I can towards the ceiling and when I get high enough I'll launch...Haze...Cassie come over here a bit..." the poor sludge monster getting no love as Scott eyes her/it dubiously before continuing, "another direction to really try and stress this store's sense of infinity out. I usually don't go much over a couple hundred feet but, if I'm just standing still I can push it a bit further without passing out. Some anyway," Scott states with a bit of uncertainty briefly in his voice before he shakes his head to clear any doubts away.      Flashing Power Girl a smile he reaches up and taps his neck, his helmet snapping up into place. "See we got this? Be careful you two!" he shouts after Tommy and Bunny before he too steps out of the fort and starts to grow, stopping at fifty feet tall to reach down and pick up Cassie, carefully setting her in a special 'survivor' pouch on his belt that was designed to carry people when needed, little more than a padded room. Haze meanwhile suffers the indignity of Scott grabbing a set of sheets first and picking her up like he's grasping something gross off the ground before he starts growing again. His eyes turning to the horizon where that roar had sounded from. It was still so far away that the details were impossible to make out but it looked like a mountain was in that direction stretching somehow beyond the infinite ceiling. A mountain heading this way. "Oh I hope this works," he mumbles, the tiny furniture fort not looking like much protection now as he starts growing again.
Bunny Macleod	Bunny is about as safe as she's going to be, though she tilts the other way when Tommy leans over, to keep balance, and then rights herself.     "Thanks! Whiplash is such a pain when you're underinsuuuuurrrred--!" Bunny does wrap one arm around Tommy's shoulder for extra security. It's the first time she's ever worked with a Speedster. This should be interesting!     She does lean over and add: "I have both pockets full of sour gummy viking ships in case you need to carbload!"
Kim Hayes	"Ssssooo, we will play the rooole of the ssspitball youuu are trying to ssstick to the ccceiling," Haze offers their assessment of their role in Scott's plan, two whorling white eyes revealed from behind green tendrils as the Symbiote turns its head toward the ceiling.     "Probably wiiissse," the creature concedes as Scott elects to use the sheets to help pick it up off of the ground, sticking to the fabric like a piece of freshly-used gum. As it rises higher and higher, the shape of the Symbiote shifts, taking on an increasingly rounded, blobby form - making itself more aerodynamic, and also more like an exceedingly overripe Killer Tomato.     "Don't worry, Hayes. Thisss won't kill ussss," the creature remarks, seemingly speaking to itself aloud - through a mouth that's somehow grown to thrice the original size, filled with rotting fangs.
Tommy Shepherd	Tommy's caught up on his schooling, so he knows that the shortest route from point A to point B is a straight line. He's not quite running dead-ahead at first, though; while he builds up speed he moves in-between sofas and beds on display, thoughts moving even faster to keep himself pathing as many steps ahead of where his feet are currently landing.     It's not until the air is really whipping around them and Tommy's fast approaching his top speed that he shouts "Shields up!" which, given how fast they're moving (and consequently how fast Tommy's mouth is moving) Bunny probably won't be able to make heads nor tails of. But given they're aimed basically right at a full wall of kitchen cupboards, she'll probably get the idea.     Hopefully!
Karen Starr	Karen turns, quietly orienting herself, as Scott starts to do the Giant Man thing. "Right." she states, before getting low to the ground somewhat, into a sort of sprinter's stance, the same way Tommy probably started. What's entirely different between the two is that Karen? Well, there's no acceleration period.     She's just a blonde bullet, fired from an angry gun, with a stomach only half-full of meatballs.     There's a sudden and audible crack as she shatters the sound barrier, pushing into the tens, and then dozens of times the speed of sound in an instant, leaving a hole in the terrain as she books it as fast as she can without igniting the atmosphere around her- a rule of physics that Kryptonians bend aggressively, and constantly- just enough ignoring of those laws that she can move the way she does without killing everyone around her.     Plus, it sure looks cool.
Scott Lang	Why was everyone trusting Scott he wondered as he grew bigger and bigger, his head tilted back to stare up at the ceiling which didn't seem to be getting any closer like before. He wasn't a leader like Cap, a genius like Stark, he didn't have superpowers, he hadn't even made his own suit. And yet four people with actual powers were listening to him. His thoughts he realized were wandering, getting larger doing strange things to mind and body. He paused a moment at 200 feet to catch his breath. A look left showed Tommy and Bunny, or at least a tiny spot in the distance that was them with a straight line cut through the furniture. A look right showed a more...destructive path where Power Girl had gone, and that mountain in the distance gaining features. The universe's largest polo stretched over its upper body, a tag on it the size of a football field reading, "CEO" The roar sounded again but words reverberated, somehow echoing in what should be an infinite chamber with a voice that was utterly inhuman. "All...SALES...FINAL," it booms nonsensically.      His head swimming Scott reaches for another pouch on his belt. Haze was right. Too right maybe and poor Kim was probably none too happy to see him pull out a straw that looked more like a waterslide to her. "You be careful too," Scott warns Haze as he drops his helmet momentarily and loads the little goo creature into the tip of the straw, takes a deep breath, and then aims slightly up and somewhere between Power Girl and Team Battering Ram. His lungs expel and Haze is sent rocketing away, a living spitball as Scott puts his helmet back up and takes a couple breaths of refined air before he starts growing again, looking to the ceiling.      It wasn't working, nothing was happening, it...was that light? There, a crack it looked like in thin air. Followed by Arcade's voice. "What are you all doing?! Stop, stop, you might let that thing loose in here! Stop it now!" he's shrieking.
Bunny Macleod	It's because Scott has DadVibes. So everyone's listening to the adult in the room. At least that's what Bunny tells herself, and she keeps her head down, her helmet against the back of Tommy's head as she raises her hands alternating those gasoline-rainbow shields from her hands, the IKEA shelving and cabinet displays turning from MORGKEN to CHEKIN to CHECKPLZ to 'ARUGH' with three umlauts over the A, U and G.     How do you even pro nounce that!     She hears the boom of the CEO IKEA FAmily Member above them, and she squeaks out "I THINK IT'S WORKING!"     Not that she can see the names of the continually ridiculous items they're crashing through! She does hold on to Tommy though as she physically winces. Keeping the shields up is hard work for someone who's not a Starship!
Kim Hayes	As for why Haze - why Kim - trusts Scott?     It's mostly because deference comes naturally to her - she's managed to go through most of her life being as passive as possible.     And that's how Kim, encased in sentient goo, finds herself being turned into a human spitball, like, almost literally. This is probably the second weirdest thing that Haze has ever done, but that's out of a pretty short list. Things just seem to get weird when Haze comes out to play. Hopefully Scott doesn't absentmindedly inhale through that straw.     Ascending at rapid speed, the Symbiotic spheroid is bathed in light from above, the ceiling constantly approaching, yet never getting closer. Somewhere inside, Hayes is pretty sure that any moment now, she'll wake up and find out she was asleep in the car the whole time, as cracks in reality start to form along the blob's arc.     "Weeeeiiirrrddd..."
Tommy Shepherd	Traveling at superspeed (and talking at 700 miles per hour) means that Bunny's ears are saved from the plethora of swears Tommy's letting out as the whole run in a straight line at your top speed thing becomes dodge around cracks in reality appearing at your feet while still trying to run in a straight line at your top speed. Much more difficult, and more than once Tommy stumbles.     He's got a good grip on Bunny though, and so far it's holding, but as he tries to process the words that people are saying in comically slow motion, it turns out it's not really necessary.     Because it's obvious. An entire HEMNES set falls away into the negative white space that appears through the cracks. That's either a really good sign or a really bad one, but either way Tommy isn't going to stop and find out.
Karen Starr	The mountainous CEO gets Karen's attention. Flying at ridiculous speed, the world should be a blur- yet, the faster she goes, the more it seems to her as if she's walking- her perception of time slowing down to compensate for the speed- so that she can maneuver, so that she doesn't splatter something or someone that she isn't trying to.     It's in these seconds, stretched across her perception like rubber, that her head turns. The CEO's scream is seen to her as ripples in sound that she's outpacing by miles, but her response is simple. "Follow the birdy." she states, eyes glowing red.     It illuminates walls of an infinite landscape in ways that it shouldn't, and twin beams of pure red hot fury rip across the mountainous beast.     A ploy to draw its attention, even as her sheer speed seems to shatter the world around her, the blonde woman breaking out into a white light the same shade as her suit. Her eyes keep pace with the mountain, until either it disappears, or it doesn't- and she has to pivot to take the thing on.
Scott Lang	300, 400, 500 feet tall, Scott was as big as he'd ever been and still trying to push himself more. His body felt heavy and his thinking slow, he had to concentrate just to remember to breathe at this scale. Get bigger, make this reality warping...THING compensate. Arcade was babbling nonsense over the PA but Scott couldn't understand the words anymore as more cracks of light formed along the ceiling, the floor, even in thin air. Was the buzzing them or in his ears? Was this even safe? His stomach lurched and he could feel himself starting to black out as his vision began to fade at the edges. 600, 700...and then a flash like a nuclear bomb was going off in his eyes. The roar this time wasn't the mountain sized monster, it was the pocket dimension they were in shattering, them getting launched back into their reality.      Scott finds himself toppling out onto the floor near the registers, back to his regular size with Cassie beside him, the pouch she'd been in now stuck around her ankle with the bottom torn out of it. Tommy and Bunny were no more than ten feet away to his left, Power Girl off to his right, and Haze stuck to the ceiling in front of him, a normal ten foot high ceiling just in front of the...exit doors. The night-time parking lot visible outside with streetlamps illuminating the abductees' cars waiting outside.      Of course as relieved as they might all be to see the exit, there was one more thing. Arcade standing there at one of the registers, one of the IKEA store phones in his hand that let him talk over the PA. And on the surface of the register what looked like glowing fragments covered in runes, fragments that were quickly going dull. Arcade looks around at the group with fear etched on his face and then adjusts his bowtie. "Well, you've all had quite the night. I'll just be going then," he pipes up before he tries rushing for the exit.
Bunny Macleod	Bunny grasps on tight to Tommy, at one point probably crossing her arm over his face, both not used to FALLING THROUGH REALITY and being piggyback on a speedster, and she panics, just a little bit as they fall through the white, the HEMNES set falling before them. A cascade of Blahaj. Lindonberry jam, and Pear seltzer and ginger cookies and all those fantastic little raspberry thingies that they always have near the registers.     She may have clung for dear life to him as she tumbles off, her skates coming to a clatter behind her, taking out a stand of bottle brushes and bar cloths out with a shark, a toy boat tumbling off and landing on the pile of sharks.     They're going to need a bigger boat.     She just sort of lays there, wide-eyed.     " -- are we dead?"
Kim Hayes	Stuck to the ceiling like one of those drop monsters that tend to crop up in various video games, Haze starts to slurp and lurch its way along the roof - before doing exactly what those drop monsters on ceilings in video games do and dropping - *KERSPLAT* - right next to the dude that has been keeping them captive for some inscrutable amount of time with the intent of cutting off his exit - first, presenting as a puddle of sticky goo that looks like it could result in several turns wasted in CandyLand terms - then forming up out of that puddle into the human-esque, looming figure of Haze, both swirling eyes of madness and decayed fangs revealed as it leers at Arcade.     "Frrriiieeeendddssss," the monster hisses.     It's clear from the tone that it's not an offer - it's a demand.     And a threat implicit, narcotic mist wafting between the rows of teeth as a long tongue slathers out of the creature's maw.
Tommy Shepherd	Kinda hard to see where you're going when someone's got an arm around your face like a blindfold. And yet somehow Tommy manages to run for a solid two, maybe three seconds without impacting anything, until reality as they currently know it came crashing down around them and then they're... falling?     Honestly he's not even sure what happened, just that he's sliding like (hey now, you're) an all-star across the floor until he's stopped via impact with a bunch of IKEA carts. And it sounds a lot worse than it is, on account of all the clattering and metal vibrating. Though a few seconds later he lets out a groaning "Ow," as he begins to climb out from the now-chaotic pile of metal and wheels.
Karen Starr	Standing where she is, rather than flying at supersonic speeds, Karen would have stumbled and fallen were she not experiencing time as if nanoseconds were minutes. It doesn't take any time at all for things to snap back to reality.     Her head turns, and the splatting of Haze in the way of Arcade's exit allows Karen to zip- literally, in a blurred motion, right in behind the man that had trapped Scott and the others for who knows how long to them.     "You know, I was right." she says, hand gripping his shoulder and spinning him somewhat dizzyingly on his own heel. "You /do/ have a /really/ punchable face." Drawing her fist back, she makes damn good on that statement, slamming her fist forward just hard enough to deck Arcade and draw everything to a nice, and calm close.