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Mary Bromfield	It's just a week before Halloween, and Central Park is spooktacularly festive for the holiday. Fake cobwebs and giant spiders abound, as well as mock headstones and various people giving out candy to kids in advance of the big day. Unfortunately, kids aren't the only ones that like candy, as a rather massive zombie-like figure is shambling about with a giant sack, "HALLOWEEN ON A SATURDAY, THAT MEANS CANDY FOR GRUNDY!" Apparently, the sack is bulging pretty big already as he's picked on a few people already and taken their candy supplies! Which is why Thunderbolt is flying towards the area over Central Park, as she got the radio from Titans Central. Though Nightwing chuckled while relaying the information, since... well, the two of them did deal with Grundy before, so here's hoping she might handle things again.
M'gann M'orzz	Well....that is something you don't see every day. As the zombie shambles through Central Park, a certain redhead who happened to be in the Park after a week of classes at ESU glances up from her spot on a nearby bench. Apparently, with the books by her side, Megan went to the library on Saturday for studying...and thought the park would be a good place to do so.     Well, until candy-hungry undead corpses threaten the peace.     Well....duty calls! The books are stored away in her backpack, then levitated to a nearby tree, while Megan changes. Really, she walks behind the tree...and steps out as Miss Martian. And then, up into the air and over towards the shambling corpse. Because, really, stealing candy? That just can't happen, not while M'gann is around!
Mary Bromfield	Well, Solomon Grundy doesn't seem to notice the green teen just yet, as he's busy shaking down another candy-giver. Literally, as he holds them upside down by their ankles, "TRICK FOR TREAT! TRICK FOR TREAT!" Then he stops, as he sees Thunderbolt approaching from above. "WAIT! MEAN HOT DOG LADY! CATCH!" With that, he tosses his current captive hard into the air, then picks up the dropped bag and puts it in his without a second thought. Thunderbolt, for her part, quickly changes course, flying under the unwitting missile to catch them harmlessly, "It's okay, I've got you!" She then lowers herself to the ground, landing not too far away as she says, "Go on now, I..." She pauses, then grins as she does recognize Miss Martian, "We got this."
M'gann M'orzz	"Mean hot dog lady?? Now that sounds like a story!" M'gann's voice rings out rather merrily....a tone that may sound rather familiar to the mystically-empowered superheroine. The Martian drifts down towards Grundy, floating just a little outside of his reach as she shakes a finger at him. "Nuh uh uh! It isn't nice to take what isn't yours! Now, how about we go ahead and give back that candy. Sound good?"     Grundy's face curls into a snarl as he lunges forward, causing M'gann to quickly drift back. "Well! I guess that's a no! Looks like I get to be mean candy girl or something, then!"
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt flies over, "Well, at the time I was an agent of the Tri-State Hot Dog Consumption AuthoriTOOOMPH!" While she's invulnerable, she wasn't expecting a bag of candy lobbed at her with Grundy-level strength, knocking her back into a tree with a sharp *CRACK* She's fine. The tree, has seen better days. And now she absently blows some autumn leaves out of her hair, as Thunderbolt looks a little cheesed while Grundy chants, "HA HA! TRICKED THE TREAT TRICKED THE TREAT!" He pauses, then mutters, "Why Grundy want hot dogs? Halloween is candy time!"
M'gann M'orzz	Now...there is a definite voice in Thunderbolt's head as she extricates herself from the tree. <<Whoa? You okay?>> There is a moment of pause before the voice speaks again. <<He really doesn't seem to like you now, does he?>>     As the mental one-sided conversation continues, M'gann regards Grundy. "Well...that was a good trick! I know a good one, too. Would you like to see?" Without waiting for an answer, M'gann drifts to land on the ground....while Grundy himself starts to hover in mid-air. The idea? If the big guy can't move anywhere, he should be easier to handle, right?     Well...it would have worked, if Grundy didn't have any ammunition on hand. But, unfortunately for M'gann, he does, even if he doesn't want to part with it. Another bag of candy is extracted from the large sack....and thrown hard at M'gann. She manages to dodge most of it, though the bag does catch her on the shoulder. It spins her around, while it also breaks her concentration, dumping Grundy back down on the ground.     Well....so much for that idea!
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt thinks back to M'gann, <<Wow, telepathy? That is /so/ cool.>> And M'gann would definitely notice a familiar... timbre, to the thought patterns. It's a bit hard to tell, though... like the difference between listening to a Metallica studio album versus the live performance with the San Francisco Symphony backing them up. Meanwhile, Thunderbolt picks up the bag that was lobbed at her, "Hey Grundy! CATCH!" And just like that, she lobs the candy bag that he chucked at her right back at 'em! Aiming squarely for his noggin... Which he catches, "HAR HAR! THANKS PRETTY HOT DOG LADY!" He seems to think he outsmarted her... Which is right when she comes in for a wicked uppercut, sending him flying into the air and back as she can't help but shout, "SHORYUKEN!" Look, she's always wanted to do that.
M'gann M'orzz	M'gann winces in some sense of sympathy as Grundy takes the hit squarely on the chin, watching him sail upwards into the air. "Well...now that is what I call a divine smite!" Wait...why did a paladin reference just come to mind? There is a glance towards Thunderbolt, as the Martian considers. But....nah, no way. It is similar...but really? Couldn't be! But what if it is? All these thoughts flood M'gann's mind as she shakes them clear. Can't think of that now! Got a bad guy to beat down!     As Grundy returns to the ground, it is M'gann's turn. And...a giggle escapes her as a random thought just pops in...and settles in. "Well...we certainly cannot have a battle of wits. I am afraid that it wouldn't be fair for you." Then, with a grin, M'gann pulls herself up and glances down towards Grundy. "Hello. My name is Miss Martian. You stole some candy. Prepare to...." Oh, prepare for what? A outright laugh escapes form her lips before she just shrugs. "Prepare to get beaten up, I guess?"     Then, with that, a limb that had broken off the tree that Thunderbolt crashed in lifts up....by itself, and waves menacingly, like a giant baseball bat. That M'gann seems to be in control of. "Unless, of course, you be a sweetie and give yourself up. Would you do that for me?"     Probably not...but hey, M'gann can't really get a good read on zombie minds today.
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt blinks at the divine smite reference from Miss Martian, and for a telepath it's pretty easy to catch the immediate surface thought of <<MEGAN?!?>> as... well, the Wisdom of Athena can allow a fair amount of insight, really. Far more than when she's not using it, in any case. Though, Thunderbolt doesn't say anything just yet, instead focusing her attention on Solomon Grundy. "Look, tell you what. If you return the candy you stole, we'll take you trick or treating but you have to be NICE and you can't take more candy than any of the other kids. Deal?" Look, she's trying. And she does feel a little sorry for the big guy. Compassion of Aphrodite and all that. However, Grundy just snarls, "NO GRUNDY WANT ALL CANDY! GRUNDY DESERVES CANDY!!!" and with that, well, he charges Thunderbolt! Someone should have told him that the Goddesses of mythology tend to be very... tempermental. Oops.
M'gann M'orzz	<<Err....Mary?!>> There was a definite tone of surprise to the thought, projected into Mary's mind...but not as much as Thunderbolt's own surprise. After all...there was a suspicion. <<Hello, there!>> And, if there was any proof that was needed, that greeting was it. It is dead-on exactly Megan. The conversation shifts to voice as M'gann tips a wink. "I love the outfit. I may have to try it sometime!"     Yup. Hello Megan!     Oh no you don't! As Grundy charges, that tree limb dips down, cutting in between Thunderbolt and the greedy candymonger....and just cracks right into Grundy! It may not stop him, but it sure as heck will slow him down, even as M'gann swoops in to stand (fly? levitate?) next to Thunderbolt. "I'll explain later if you explain? I think we made the brute squad here a little mad."
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt grins brightly, "Yeah, I suppose we should probably have a talk after this." She winks back at M'gann, then swoops in behind Grundy, taking advantage of the tree branch knocking him off balance to lift him up in the air with a grip on his back. Then she says, "Hey, Grundy! Can you get dizzy?" And just like that, she starts spinning him around with the Speed of Artemis and the Strength of Nike. Grundy, for the most part, yelps and hollers in protest, arms flailing as he tries to reach the relatively tiny woman under him, but just can't get at her... Until his flailing grabs the hovering tree branch. Which becomes an improvised backscratcher, as he knocks Thunderbolt out from under him. Though, he looks pretty dizzy from the Divine Spin Cycle...
M'gann M'orzz	A pair of fingers are held up, an inch apart as M'gann flashes a smile. "Just a little one." M'gann herself hangs back as Thunderbolt does her best tornado impression, though she does manage to liberate the bag of candy from Grundy before it sprays out all over.     Still, as M'gann hangs the bag up high and out of reach (like a certain backpack) the tree limb greatsword is swept up..and clobbers the mystical maven. There is a definitely wince of sympathy as M'gann cries out. "Sorry! My bad!" The tree branch is yanked out of Grundy's hands, then snapped in two and tossed away, before M'gann zooms in. "Hey! You be nice or you get no candy! Bad boys get no candy and no Christmas presents!" With that, M'gann lands on the ground...and actually seems to grow larger, shifting to match size with Grundy. "Now...sit down or I am telling Santa!"     From Halloween to Christmas? Well...if the stores can do it, so can Megan. However, just to encourage to sit down, M'gann swings a particularly dense fist (she hopes) at Grundy. Could it be she is a little upset he hit her new friend?     Maaaybe
Mary Bromfield	Grundy blinks, and manages to say, "Grundy Like Candy..." right before M'gann clocks him square in the jaw. Between the spin treatment and everything else, well, that's more than enough for him to know when to call it. Even if he does want candy, the Martian does a great job knocking Grundy out cold. Which just leaves Mary, or Thunderbolt, floating over to stand next to M'gann, "So." She grins a little impishly, "Guess this explains why you're such a good cosplayer, cheater." She winks, clearly not mad about the revelation as... well, her resemblance to Mary is pretty obvious, though she'd look more like her older, more Amazonian sister than anything else.
M'gann M'orzz	With the walking corpse out for the count, M'gann shrinks back down to, well, normal size. As Thunderbolt lands next to her, the smile for her is bright and genuine, even though it is from a green-hued, red-eyed version of Megan. There is a light shrug as Thunderbolt calls her out for cheating at cosplaying. "Hmm, sorry about that? But, hey, at least you know now?" There is a sheepish little grin as M'gann looks up towards the mystical Amazonian one next to her. "I mean, not like I couldn't just tell you how..."     Then, a nudge with an elbow into Thunderbolt's side. "Not like you are off the hook either. You didn't tell me about this either, you know." There is a wink with that, and a good-natured laugh. "So, yeah. I guess we got some explaining to do. How about we drop off our overzealous candy grabber and then go find a cozy corner to do that?"
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt smiles warmly, "You're on." She chuckles, then hefts up the unconscious Grundy as if he didn't weigh more than that bag of candy, "Drop him off, get the candy returned... then a nice quiet spot to chat?" She doesn't look mad at all. Quite the contrary, she almost looks relieved. She does, however, give M'gann a daring peck on the cheek, then takes Grundy into the air, "First stop, Rykers for this guy, I think."
M'gann M'orzz	The peck on the cheek earns Thunderbolt a light flush of red and a smile. Then, a nod as the Martian watches Thunderbolt just hoist Grundy up like a ragdoll. "Oh, yeah. That works. Let me get the bag of candy and then after we drop him off, we pass out the candy. I at least know who to go to for that." There is a tap of her head with a fingertip, then a grin. "And then after...we'll find a cozy corner."
Mary Bromfield	Thunderbolt blushes back at the mention of a cozy corner, and grins, "You got it, Miss Martian." She then leads the way, Grundy in tow as she makes way to drop him off at Rykers. Then handing out candy to the kids... And then, talking. Because it seems they do have a fair amount to talk about!