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32:56 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold *Riiiiiiiiing*, the bell screeches interrupting the relative quiet in Millie's sixth hour, and also her final class of the day. The kids who hadn't already finished the task begin to pack up their things in a wash of ruffling papers, clattering writing utensils, and zipping book bags amidst a quickly escalating babble of talking. They'd been back in school for a few days after break now, and Millie was finally starting to get into the groove
42:56 PM of going to classes again. It was definitely something of a change of pace from building at Stronghold's HQ all day for most of her days.
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63:00 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The day had gone well but it had been hard enough to focus. It only took an iffy comment about the Offshoot classmate in one of her classes to stop her from focusing on completing a word problem for a moment, the warning from a teacher to be safe on the way home to cause her to space out for a few during a lecture. Things in the city were changing for the worst, and Millie was definitely feeling it. But after over a month with her powers,
73:00 PM biding her time, building, she was definitely ready at this point. She could feel it. All she had to do was find the right opportunity. But first she had to get out of this class. Kids begin to stream out of the door as her balding teacher Mr. Beasner chats with Mike Vesner in the corner.
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103:06 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie grabs her bag and tries to duck out of the room as quickly as she can. She used to love school, and everything that came with it... but now everything was different. It was obvious that things wouldn't be the same when she came back. After all, when she had left she had been dying. Now she was fine—Now she had superpowers that she couldn't tell anyone about. 
113:06 PM Still, she could see the way that her classmates stared. Millie had to remind herself that she didn't have it that bad. She just embarrassed herself in school. The Offshoots had it worse... Speaking of which, she was no closer to any research on a cure. She had been too obsessed with her jacket, and now.... school was slowing all of that down. She wonders if she could get away with skipping a few days here and there. Would her
123:06 PM parents notice? 
133:06 PM Millie sighs. Too much on her mind. At least she can go to the lab now. ||
143:07 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
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163:12 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Making her way through the lightly populated hallways of her private school, she braces herself for the trip back home to let her Dad's beagle out to "go potty" before she went to the lab. The little chores helped smooth over the cold war situation in her home /just enough/ to stop her parents from outright getting on her case. It had been tense ever since her mom had taken her old jacket, but the joke was on her, she had a much better one
173:12 PM built now. She's reminded that the metallic protrusion in her spine is there. She barely notices it nowadays.
183:12 PM Without her parents to pick her up, Millie had taken to either walking or catching the bus home when she could, but it made the transit much longer. Oh well... 
193:15 PM Her feet clatter across the white tile, and she's greeted by the cool bite of 45 degree weather upon stepping through the large double doors that marked the entrance to her school building.  She hears a girl's voice calling her as she gets to the gate towards the street.
203:15 PM "Hey, Millie. Wait up!" She calls. Millie turns to see her Amberleigh Muller fast walking towards her, and waving enthusiastically. They were best friends, though they hadn't talked really much at all lately. Well that wasn't true, it had been sometime during her time in the hospital when Amber's visits had begun to taper off that they'd begun to drift apart.
213:15 PM ||
223:18 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie turns around and feels her heart sink. When was the last time she spoke to Amberleigh? She's been so busy lately... Was she really starting to lose herself? What had Max told her? That she was Millie first and a tinker second? Still...
233:18 PM "Oh. Hey," she says with a small wave, "long time, no see." Millie shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, though she was starting to get annoyed with the uniform's loafers. ||
243:19 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
253:24 PM Amber one ups Millie's small wave with a sudden and warm hug, before letting her go and holding her at an arms length by her shoulders. Her blue eyes scan Millie's face up and down, her lips turned into a small frown. Her shoulder length brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, and her she's in a thick aqua blue jacket with some sweatpants, and fuzzy white boots.
263:24 PM "You're telling me." She says, her face breaking into a smile after a few moments. "Mills, you. Look. Amazing! How are you?" She asks, her normal bubbly self, rather than sharing in any of her awkwardness.
273:24 PM ||
283:24 PM -her*
293:26 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Oh god oh god oh god please don't let her feel the spinal implant.... Millie thought. Hopefully her tenseness wasn't present on her face. 
303:26 PM "Amazing? That's... different," Millie said as she began to twirl a lock of her hair around her finger. Sure, she was starting to look healthier, prettier... but amazing? Is that really her? 
313:26 PM "I'm okay though. Better. Just trying to get back to normal," that's a lie, "how are you?" ||
323:31 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Amber doesn't seem to notice anything weird about Millie as she hugs her. Or doesn't deign to say anything at least. 
333:31 PM "Yes. Amazing." She continues, her smile widening for a moment before she settles a little and give Millie some space, and taking a step back. She brushes a strand of hair out of her face. 
343:31 PM "Last time I saw you, you..." She frowns. "Anyway. You're here again, that's what important." She smiles again, weaker and closed mouth this time. "I've been okay myself. My family and I went on a cruise in Florida, and Disney for our Christmas break. I totally have to show you the pictures. I've seen you, but you always seem like you're in such a rush at the end of the day and we have no classes together..." She begins walking towards the
353:31 PM student parking lot, seemingly expecting Millie to follow along.
363:31 PM ||
373:31 PM gives Millie some space, taking a step back*
383:34 PM S<Saff|Synapse> "You know me. I've been uh," Millie freezes for a moment, "been practicing for the SATs." She's bouncing on the balls of her feet, itching to get back to the lab, get back to work, to hang with Artisan who /gets it./ 
393:34 PM It's funny how things change. A month ago she would have told Amber any secret of hers, and now she felt like the girl was a total stranger. "Can't rest. There's so much to do.  Mom and dad are really pushing for me to do well. At least I have something good to write an essay about now." 
403:34 PM Well. That was a bad cancer joke. Millie bites her lip and shifts her stance again. "I should be going... Mom will worry." ||
413:37 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Amber pauses when she sees Millie isn't moving with her, and turns to face her. She doesn't comment on the joke, but Millie should be allowed to make those kinds of jokes if anyone is allowed to.
423:37 PM "We could study together, or I could help with the essay. Come on, are they coming to get you? I could drop you off at home at least." She offers.
433:37 PM ||
443:43 PM S<Saff|Synapse> "No, I uh," Millie says, "I've been walking. Trying to get my strength back up." After all, it wasn't so long ago that she couldn't walk. 
453:43 PM "Really, I'll be okay. I've got... I've got a lot on my plate. I'm sorry," and genuinely she is. However, the statement makes her stomach churn. She grabs her phone out of her jacket pocket and checks to see if Max had sent her anything. "I'll call you tonight?" ||
463:43 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Social please))
473:43 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 soc
483:43 PM A<[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "soc" [4]  = 4
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503:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The corners of Amber's lips turn downwards for just a quick moment, before she nods. She grabs onto her backpack strap and forces herself to smile anyway.
513:49 PM "It's okay I get it. Good luck with the walk, the weather's nice. I'll be looking forward to the call." She pulls out her own phone and waves it in Millie's direction, giving her another wave and turning to head off.  And leaving Millie by herself. She has a text from Max, looking down at her screen.
523:49 PM 'Heading out. You know how to get in. See you 2nite. 👽' Is all it says. The alien emoji had sort of become his signature thing with her by this point. They had been texting a lot more lately, even until very late at times. The long backlog of conversation beforehand showed that well enough.
533:49 PM ||
543:56 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie feels a little sad that she won't see him immediately when she gets over there, but she can't stop her face from blushing as she looks over the text. She starts texting as she walks towards her parents' house. 
553:56 PM 'You know where to find me. 😉' She then sends the message and shoves the phone back into her pocket. Sure, all the walking sucked at first, but she started to find solace in it. Walking alone gave her time to just lose herself to thought, to plan what she was going to make in the lab...
563:56 PM Still, it takes a bit of time. Maybe she should make a bitchin' tinker motorcycle that would make her dad jealous and her mom faint. Millie smiles a little at the thought, and starts to walk a little faster. Maybe she could get in the habit of changing into gym clothes after school and jogging home.... That could add to her training... 
573:56 PM A few minutes in and she's already lost in thought. ||
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604:10 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Millie's walk takes her through a few districts of the city, but the time she spends gives her ample time to think and take the city in. As crazy as things had been lately things felt eerily quiet and normal in the streets. Sometimes it felt like you could hear sirens at any time walking these streets, hear an explosion around the corner. It's not like these things were happening every single day right next to you. Most people didn't even see
614:10 PM cape business on a regular occasion, but things in the city felt off. It was the little things.
624:10 PM Cars and rail trains still ran on their regular schedules, pedestrians crowded the streets, and street performers did their sets as she passed through downtown. All these things suggested normalcy, but then there were the other things she noticed. How  there were barely any Offshoots walking alone in the main city, and when she did see one people gave them distance, dirty looks. She could see one, a man with long dirty black hair and a beard,
634:10 PM and yellow-ish white skin, dripping like a candle. He was begging on a corner holding up a sign that said "Please help. God bless.", nobody paid him any mind. She'd also become used to the missing person posters she'd seen popping up all around near the turn towards the Mandate district of the city. 
644:10 PM They all feature a cute kid named Elias "Eli" Flores-Wright. A boy of about 13 or 14 with large light brown eyes, shaggy long hair, and an infectious boyish smile filled with teeth that were just the slightest bit crooked.
654:10 PM The internet function in her eyeballs were a good way to keep busy on the long walks, and she finds the half an hour go by pretty quickly. As it begins to come to an end, she can see her driveway approaching, a message notification pops up from PHO. It's marked as important from a user by the name of 3rdEyeVindicator, she's never heard of them before, and it's somehow managed to pop up pass all of her filters meant to sift through all the junk
664:10 PM she gets being a verified cape on the website.
674:10 PM ||
684:14 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Weird. 
694:14 PM Millie opens the message and immediately starts reading. Does the name ring any bells? Why would this person be contacting her? The only note that she has on her page was that she was sighted at a bus stop in costume. She hasn't /done/ anything in public yet. No one has even realized that she broke into Stronghold of all places. 
704:14 PM She sighs for a moment. She has to debut soon. Not just soon, but like... ASAP. This afternoon if she can find someone to take in. Still, her stomach does flips. Would she really be better off in the Wards like her mom said? ||
714:21 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The name is completely unfamiliar and a quick check shows that no new info on her has popped up. Nonetheless the message is still there. She opens it as she walks up her driveway, nobody seems to be home yet. The message simply says
724:21 PM 'I'm a fan of the jacket, really am. You could use some work on posing for the camera though, tbh. You've been pretty quiet lately, you still even a hero, or you just been dicking around in the Stronghold labs for shits and giggles?' The message asks, doing nothing to identify who they are. She'd almost mistake it for a random fan message if it wasn't for the last sentence. 
734:22 PM (Ed note. Family Dog, Bichon, Duckie. Much earlier*)
744:23 PM Duckie runs up to her feet as the front door opens, wagging her tail excitedly.
754:23 PM ||
764:27 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie smiles and scoops up the dog in her arms, petting her as she does so. "Hey, sweetheart," she says.
774:27 PM The message still makes her feel vaguely uncomfortable. How did they know she was hanging around Stronghold? She puts Duckie down, then starts heading to the back yard to let her out. While she walks, she tries to create a response.
784:27 PM 'I'm not a hero yet. I will be soon though!' No.... that sounds stupid. She erases it and tries again. 'I'm going to debut sometime this week!'? No. That's wrong too...
794:27 PM Instead she just types out a quick 'who are you?' ||
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814:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Millie's able to read the response, take in the user's avatar (an androgynous face with their eyes closed and a large third one open on its forehead with stars behind it), and open up for a draft new message all as Duckie gives her kisses, and wriggles in her arm. She types the message back rapidly just by thinking the words as she walks to the back of her home. The reply comes back almost instantaneously as she slides the door open.
824:36 PM '...well if you are one. A hero that is. You might be interested in being on Wilkins Blvd. in China Town at around... 5:17 PM.' It reads, ignoring her question about who they are. The clock in the upper right hand corner of her HUD says it's 3:22. 
834:36 PM As she reads the message Duckie runs around the backyard her ears flopping before she settles on a spot to squat and pisses.
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854:36 PM arms*
864:38 PM near China Town*
874:40 PM S<Saff|Synapse> "Good girl," Millie calls out, before heading back inside. She sends back a simple 'Thanks,' and changes out of her school uniform. She'll have to pick up her stuff at the base... and then she could head out. Whatever's out there... hopefully it isn't a trap.
884:40 PM If her parents were there, they'd probably tell her that she's being stupid. But, they're not, and she's not telling them about this until it's already done. Instead she pulls out her phone and sends another quick message to Max. 'Debuting tonight. If it all goes well, milkshakes are on me.' 
894:40 PM She hits send, and then grabs her bag once more. No one's going to stop her today. ||
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914:47 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold 'Good luck. Keep an eye on the inbox. ;)' The user replies, before the page automatically refreshes and she sees an error dialogue box pop up instead. 'This account no longer exists, and the conversation has been archived.'
924:47 PM Duckie follows her as she steps back inside, and sends her text message. Once she has all her stuff she heads straight for the door, but notices a note on the counter. It's in her Dad's handwriting.
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944:54 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She pauses at the door to read it, and Duckie hovers by her foot looking up at her with her round black eyes, and cocking her head. 'Millie, your mother and I would like you home by eight o clock tonight, because we have something we'd like to discuss with you. It's a surprise, but it's nothing bad!! Fajitas for dinner tonight, so be there or be square. Love Dad.'
954:54 PM It reads as a demand from her parents, but with her Dad trying to make it sound less serious than it'll be. Her mom had probably pressured him into writing it. Whatever they wanted to talk to her about, it would probably be bad if she missed it.
964:54 PM There's no reply from Max to either message, he must still be busy.
974:54 PM ||
984:54 PM must be busy*
994:56 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie sighs and slips the note into her pocket. She'll take it as a suggestion, rather than a demand. She'll try to make it, but she won't put the city at risk to leave early. 
1004:56 PM She shoves her hands into her pockets and heads to the garage. Maybe her old bike is still there. It might be a bit small for her now, but it would definitely get her over to the base faster than her feet would. ||
1015:00 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The old bike is still there when she gets there. It's hidden behind a few other bikes pinned between them and the wall. It's been ages since she'd last ridden it, and the whites and pinks that color the bike's frame are dulled by a coating of dust. A press of a button by the garage door sends it rumbling open for her, and letting the cold in. A quick eyeball glance is enough to show her that the tires need pumping and that only take a few
1025:00 PM minutes before she's good to go and she's riding through the city towards the base to get her equipment prepared.
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1055:05 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Her heart is pounding hard in her chest. She's going to debut as a hero today! Synapse will no longer be stuck in the shadows... she'll be brought to the forefront of the city's consciousness! Oh, it's so exciting! 
1065:05 PM Maybe if she does well enough, she can convince Max to come out of retirement. It's a stupid thought, but it's enough to make her smile. At least she still remembers how to ride a bike! 
1075:05 PM She's so excited, though. So much so that she speeds all the way to the base, and runs up the stairs as fast as she can. Millie loves being in the lab, loves getting her hands dirty and building new things for her to mess with. Still, she has tried to take some of Max's advice. Her violin is there now, for those much needed breaks. ||
1085:06 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Ath please))
1095:06 PM •[ATM] was voiced (+v) by •ColdGold|GM
1105:06 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6-1 fuck
1115:06 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "fuck" [6] -1 = 5
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1135:10 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The excitement, and the steady rebuilding of her endurance through her daily walks, alongside smart usage of hills allow her to make quick time towards the base. The cold wind whipping in her face, the possibility of making her actual debut, and the little flights of fancy that flit about in her head keep her occupied on the way there and the trip goes by in a blur.
1145:10 PM Before she knows it Millie is pulling into the secret underground tunnel Max had taken her through in his car on New Year. Since then they'd collaborated on syncing up a signal to her systems that she could toggle the opening with. 
1155:11 PM She sets her bike up on its kickstand as she steps into the large circular elevator meant to house a Tinker vehicle on its way up, and presses for the seventh floor, where she'd taken to doing most of her Tinkering.
1165:16 PM It's almost impossible to hold herself back as she bursts through the elevator doors, around the corner towards her personal lab space. Artisan's faceless mannequins patrolled  the halls at a steady pace, methodically. They ignored her. She also saw a member of Artisan's remaining cleaning staff he kept on retainer mopping in a corner. Mr. Finnigan, a graying man with drooping cheeks, but a full thick head of hair. He offers her a wave, and
1175:16 PM then looks back down focusing back on his task. He was a man of few words. Max said he'd been around almost as long as he could remember. The few people in the building besides Max had already become familiar enough with her.
1185:16 PM The light come on as she finally steps into her lab illuminating the pieces she's been working on.
1195:16 PM ((Feel free to describe the look of her new tech as she slots it on or makes final upgrades before she heads out))
1205:16 PM ||
1215:18 PM New Years Eve*
1225:23 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie smiles as she walks over to her jacket. It's beautiful, even more so than the one she had created in Cauldron's base. The metal is smoother, and the joints are better suited to moving around. She's had better luck sparring with it, as she can move faster. It's also painted a dark metallic charcoal color, instead of the mint green that her old jacket had been. It still shows off her spinal implant, and still looks cool as
1235:23 PM hell.
1245:23 PM She can feel herself getting more and more excited as she puts on her suit and the jacket, flexing a few times before she feels comfortable enough to start heading back out. She does, however, make a memo to start working on a tinker motorcycle. Maybe she can figure it out. 
1255:23 PM Before she leaves, however, she flips her eyes to the life scanner, checking to make sure that Max isn't around here somewhere taking a nap. Once she's satisfied, she heads back to the door. ||
1265:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
1275:33 PM The jacket snaps into place, locking onto the rivets on each bone in her spinal chord before it sets firmly into place on her back and her brain and eyes interface with it. The lights come on one by one. There's a level of pain to attaching the jacket, but at the same time it feels right to be putting back on for the first time in such a long time. The new jacket was set with springs, and was aerodynamic allowing her an entirely new range of
1285:33 PM motion. She didn't feel like she was recovering from being crippled with it on. She could even run a marathon if she wanted with it helping her. From it's sides she could see the tips of her jacks poking out of her jacket, ready to be deployed at will. The jacket's sleeves extended to her palms now, also, placing small semi-transparent balls on her palm. They remained dim... for now.
1295:35 PM Once she's satisfied that everything is in place, and all of her diagnostics are complete she switches on her life scanner and does a quick sweep. There's Mr. Finnigan in the halls nearby, and a signal a few floors down in the offices. A lawyer who'd been showing up for the past few days. He'd taken to camping there lately to finish his work. Max had told her to steer clear of him to let him work. Besides that the rest of his place, including
1305:35 PM Max's lab and his home were free of life. 
1315:36 PM She steps out of the lab, and begins walking back to the elevator. It's almost 4:30, so she'll have plenty of time to get into place for whatever it is she's going to do. She can only hope 3rdEyeVindicator isn't trying to screw her over.
1325:36 PM ||
1335:39 PM first time in a day or so*
1345:40 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Too bad the bastard deleted his account. She could try to track him... Though the conversation is archived. She stops for a moment and tries to write a script to track down the writer. Maybe that'll get her somewhere. 
1355:40 PM Either way, it's time to get brave. This is now or never. Her debut is MEGA IMPORTANT. If she screws this up, everyone will remember it forever. ||
1365:41 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ||SCENE SKIP||
1375:41 PM ((Computers please))
1385:41 PM S<Saff|Synapse> ((is that off of Know? I can't remember))
1395:41 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Yep Know))
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1415:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You get an extra die))
1425:42 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 2h6+1 let's fuckin go
1435:42 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "let's fuckin go" (4) [5] +1 = 6
1445:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 3h6+2 3EV Defense
1455:42 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "3EV Defense" (3) [5] (3) +2 = 7
1465:47 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The jog over had gone quickly, as most of it had been spent in a frustrating game of cat in mouse only she could see. To the world she'd jogged through the streets at the speed a bicycle could ride, feeling no more tired for every second she'd run. She was careful not to run into anyone, but they still stepped widely out of her way as she'd ran, pointed at her, chattered. In her head she find a shred of data to backtrace only to be thwarted by
1475:47 PM one proxy, and then a firewall. She'd dismnatle the firewall only to have a virus try to enter her systems and corrupt her data. Had she been any worse at her attempts it might have been Millie who'd come out of it for the worse. The level of skill in defense suggested 3rdEyeVindicator was on an incredible level. Enough to repel an attacking Tinker anyhow. She'd had to put that out of mind as she neared the location however.
1485:48 PM Her path towards the delivered location brought her through an alley and she slowed to a stop as she reached it peeking out.
1495:48 PM ((Wits please))
1505:48 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 pls don't be dumb
1515:48 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "pls don't be dumb" [4]  = 4
1525:51 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Her clock reads 5:11 leaving her six minutes until the time she'd been told to be there. Using her scanners and looking back and forth she sees, absolutely nothing happening...
1535:51 PM Just people walking up and down the street. Nobody notices her waiting there yet.
1545:51 PM ||
1555:53 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. Something's bound to happen soon, right? To pass the time, she starts switching between settings on her eyes. Internet, electricity, X-ray, life, trying to find something out of the ordinary.
1565:53 PM There's still a bit of fear in the pit of her stomach though. Shark and Squid were around her age, and they died trying to be heroes too. Throw the whole 'parents trying to surprise her' thing on top of it and suddenly she feels a little anxious. Maybe she could find some way to delete that from her systems... another memo for the board. ||
1575:55 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
1585:58 PM She flicks, flicks, flicks rapidly. Giving herself exactly nothing to work with, one minute passes, and then another. They pass so slowly it's almost unbearable for Millie. The bouncing intensifies, her pit in her stomach deepens, the thoughts begin to increase in pace. She starts to feel her breathing rate increase... when is something going to happen? When is... A huge dome of blue hard light begins to form overhead from several buildings
1595:58 PM away, it slowly closes overhead encapsulating the area in a small dome. Flipping to her life scanner she sees a number of people shaped blobs, about five of them, move all at once in coordination. 
1605:58 PM ||
1615:58 PM -||
1626:00 PM The clock in the corner of her HUD reads 5:13. She hears cars stopping, honking horns, and outraged voices from the streets nearby all in reaction to the large bubble that closes leaving the light that's shining through it altered. Everything is set in a monochrome light, with just the slightest bit of color still showing through.
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1656:03 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie starts looking around, trying to debate the best way to handle this. Does she go for the shapes first, or does she try to break open the hard light with her glitch jack? Either way, she starts running as fast as she can towards the center of the action. 
1666:03 PM Blobs first, she decides before switching to the X ray interface. Maybe she can tell if they're human or not. Her heart is still pounding with anxiety. Is there a way to shut that off? After all, she's in control of her nervous system now. ||
1676:03 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
1686:06 PM Before she can take more than a step she's interrupted at the edge of the alley by a PHO notification, than enlarges itself and then places itself in the center of her vision. Trying to close it reopens it automatically. It's from a user named BabyBlueFisher. It reads 
1696:06 PM 'Don't go yet. 5:17 I said, smh.'
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1726:11 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Did this person seriously input a POPUP into her system? Jeez. Maybe she needs to be more careful about what she opens on her brain screen before she has to give herself a malware scan. 
1736:11 PM 'But there are people in there!' Millie sends back, rolling her eyes. For a moment, she contemplates writing another program, but she knows that this time the consequences would probably be worse. Not something she needed to mess with. 
1746:11 PM So, she decides to wait. What on earth is going on? ||
1756:11 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Guts check, please))
1766:12 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 Guts
1776:12 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Guts" [1]  = 1
1786:12 PM S<Saff|Synapse> ((FUCK))
1796:13 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold 'Trust me ls. It'll go better at 5;17' The reply comes back rapid fire, the typing a little more messy.
1806:13 PM 'Pls*'
1816:13 PM Pops up right after, as BabyBlueFisher corrects themselves.
1826:18 PM Synapse deciding to wait there focuses on steadying her nervous system instead. She can't seem to get a hang of herself however, and when she hears a quick *brrat* *crrack* of gunfire, which sets her anxiety running again even worse than before.
1836:18 PM 'No civilians getting shot wait...' Comes up in response.
1846:18 PM In the streets the people are running towards the walls of the forcefield away from the gun fire now, she can see people on the other side looking at it curiously but nobody seems to be able to get through. Her X-ray vision shows that the people storming the building are people and they're going at a group of other people who are facing towards them. One of the attackers seems to be moving incredibly fast using a path next to the wall.
1856:18 PM Her clock reads 5:16.
1866:18 PM ||
1876:24 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Deep breaths. Don't get scared now. One minute more. 'Why should I trust you?' Millie sends.
1886:24 PM She can feel her palms sweat under the gloves. If her parents knew she was out here they'd flip their shit. But she has to do this. For her promise. For the City. For Max and milkshakes. 
1896:24 PM Millie sucks in another deep breath. One minute more. Instead of storming, she starts to formulate her plan. She could try to break down the walls by plugging her glitch jack into them, or she could blind the raiders with her glitch pulse, then take them down one by one as they're stunned...
1906:24 PM Tick, tick, tick. Why isn't time moving FASTER? ||
1916:25 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Guts please, once again))
1926:28 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 COME ON MAN
1936:28 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "COME ON MAN" [6]  = 6
1946:31 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Deep breath in, deep breath out. She centers herself, latching onto the feeling of metal in her spine. Calm down, Millie... She takes another deep breath, and releases clenched fists. She can do this, and she can feel herself assert control over her mental state with her systems. She feels... less human, and more computer. More logical, the emotion is still there but it's behind a level of optimal decision making provided by assistance from
1956:31 PM the advanced programs running in her body. She hadn't even known she could do this to herself... but before she can explore the sensation further.
1966:31 PM 'You'll see...' pops up, and then right as the clock hits 5:17 she gets a message that says 'Go now!!!'
1976:31 PM ||
1986:33 PM Something shifts. She feels...*
1996:36 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Millie starts running forward, forgetting about the jack and going straight for the men. No time to reply, only to react. Once they can't see they'll be easier to take down. Deep breaths. Don't be scared. Can't get scared. 
2006:36 PM The jacket doesn't hurt as much to wear anymore, but she knows she'll feel more of the pain later that night. Another memo. She could find a way to turn that off too. She's in control. It's her body. 
2016:36 PM "Hey!" She shouts, before sending out the glitch pulse from both hands, "What do you think you're doing?" ||
2026:37 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Wits please))
2036:37 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 fuck 
2046:37 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "fuck" [2]  = 2
2056:37 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 K. Wits
2066:37 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Wits" [5] +1 = 6
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2086:39 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Oh also, presentation please))
2096:39 PM ((Sweet moves bonus applies))
2106:40 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 3h6 Pres
2116:40 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Pres" [6] (4) (4)  = 6
2126:43 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Synapse bursts from the hallway, and the pop up thankfully immediately clears itself out of her sight as she tears out of the alleyway onto the China town streets. It's almost like the world isn't real as she tears towards her destination. It's still bright enough to clearly make everything out, but the monochrome lighting plays strangely with the neon lit displays on store fronts, the traditional Chinese decoration. The people's face are
2136:43 PM distorted with surprise and awe as she seemingly appears from out of nowhere. Her suit allows her to twirl around a running person gracefully, and leap over a sprawling civilian she almost runs to as she turns another corner towards where she sees all of the life blobs sitting. Her tunnel vision distracts her though, and as a result she almost runs into someone as she rounds a corner. Luckily they're paying attention.
2146:55 PM They almost crash right into each other, but the other stops, and leaps back. They stop, and look at each other for a moment. The other person is a cape. She's got golden brown skin, and is clothed in what can only be described as a combination of a Kimono dress, and a Samurai's armor. Her armor is horned, and the lower half of her face is covered by a golden demon's smile. She's taller than Millie, but only by a few inches, she wears bamboo
2156:55 PM flip flops on her foot. Her eyes show through between her mask and her helmet, they're brown but have an asian slant to them. They widen as they take Synapse in. She looks as if she's about to speak but then they both turn towards where Millie had seen all the life blobs at.
2166:55 PM They're looking at a Chinese restaurant with the glass storefront shattered onto the sidewalk in front of it. Inside Synapse can see what's causing all of the commotion. There are a number of people, some in suits, others in restaurant uniforms crouched with guns in hand aiming at the store front. Approaching them are two people wearing black checkered bandanas and all black clothing. One is a young man, he's large, almost obese. The lower
2176:55 PM half of his body is surrounded in a blue whirl like a genie, and two large muscular arms sprout from it. They hold a table up in front of him like a shield as he blocks gunshots. The other is taking a different approach, they fire orange beams at tables and drag them towards the gunners using each opportunity to advance just a little closer towards the gunners. She can see another life sign up on the... ceiling? But can't see directly who they
2186:55 PM are.
2196:55 PM ((Who are you firing on?))
2206:55 PM ((You can fire on genie arms are tractor beam))
2216:55 PM ((or*))
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2236:58 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Also once you decide it's aim check))
2246:58 PM ((Then also give me Know))
2257:00 PM ((Or one you could shoot someone else too idk))
2267:02 PM S<Saff|Synapse> ((I'll shoot at genie arms))
2277:02 PM $roll 1d6+1 Aim
2287:02 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Aim" [3] +1 = 4
2297:02 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6+1 Know
2307:02 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Know" [4] +1 = 5
2317:03 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 Withstand Table Bonus
2327:03 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Withstand Table Bonus" [3] +2 = 5
2337:08 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The girl in the strange costume raises her head at Synapse, and then points at the restaurant and Synapse is able to make out that her index finger is not brown like the rest, but is a shining golden color. Synapse in turn raises her palms at the capes in black. The one with the tractor beam only glances over their shoulder before hurling themselves into a corner. The one with the large arms eyes widen, and as Synapse's eyes lock in on him she
2347:08 PM can see he's about her age. He hurls his table with hulking blue arms in the gunner's direction before spinning around and catching  the blast on another one he picks up off the ground at the last second.
2357:08 PM "Hijo de puta." She can just barely hear him curse as he's knocked back a few feet from the impact on his makeshift shield.
2367:08 PM $roll 1d6+2 K. Blitz
2377:08 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Blitz" [2] +2 = 4
2387:08 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 CG. Intercept
2397:08 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "CG. Intercept" [1] +2 = 3
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2417:12 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The cape with the golden finger lurches forward, running very fast despite the bamboo sandals. She clears the leap over the shattered glass and through the storefront easily before landing on her sandals. She slides forward on them like skates sideways, her golden finger extended like a lance. It hits the shield and there's a golden glow with the impact before the table shield is shattered in half, and the large armed kid is knocked onto his
2427:12 PM back sprawling. The gunners flee towards the corners as he slides towards them.
2437:15 PM She sees a figure drop down from the ceiling behind her ally, they're twisted and spindly. They run on several skittering legs, and stand at about six feet tall, though they're heavily hunched over. Their skin is a rough bumpy yellow color and it has large green paneled eyes. One hand is a claw and the other is a scythe looking weapon, a purple liquid drips from it. He begins to advance towards her back slowly, and that's when it clicks with
2447:15 PM her. She's seen these powers before. That Changer form, those arms. Those are Vessel and Chupacabra's powers. Neither of them dressed in all black though... And she was pretty sure Vessel was an adult woman, not an obese teenage boy. What's going on?
2457:15 PM ||
2467:18 PM Vessel and Chupacabra's powers from the Barrio Cristal.*
2477:19 PM from the alleyway*
2487:20 PM Her helmet is horned*
2497:21 PM Azrael0037 → Az|Away
2507:27 PM S<Saff|Synapse> What on earth? That's not possible, right? And the last person in town who could make clones was Swami... and he's dead.  
2517:27 PM Millie switches on her glitch eye, trying to get a better idea of how to take these guys down.  Is this girl the one that had been sending her the messages? Or is this just a coincidence? Had she been lured here too?
2527:27 PM She looks between the hard light walls and the capes, trying to figure out what to hit next. A couple plans cross her mind, but only one sticks. 
2537:27 PM She holds her hand out again, and sends a pulse towards the hard light walls. Maybe her glitch software can stop it. ||
2547:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
2557:31 PM Possible or not it's happening. And as she wonders as to how it's possible the fight continues.
2567:31 PM $roll 1d6+1 K. Wits
2577:31 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Wits" [3] +1 = 4
2587:32 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 CG. Sneak
2597:32 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "CG. Sneak" [4] +2 = 6
2607:32 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate cut arm
2617:32 PM A<•[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 1] Hacked: If the struck part is already wounded, roll brawn again, aiming for a 4+, if successful, foe suffers an additional moderate wound (no associated effect).
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2637:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The strange insect like Change steps up behind the girl almost silently, and then with no fanfare he slashes down on the arm with golden finger. A nasty gash opens and the cut goes so deep her arm looks like it's hanging by a thread. Blood splashes from the wound. She screams and leaps backwards away from him and that's when the gunners start firing again.
2647:42 PM $roll 1d6+2 K. Evade
2657:42 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Evade" [5] +2 = 7
2667:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 CG. Evade
2677:42 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "CG. Evade" [5] +2 = 7
2687:45 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Both the girl and the Chupacabra copy dash at incredible speed as the bullets rain down. As this happens Synapse takes the opportunity to fire at the force field.
2697:46 PM Her blasts crack with a thrum of energy and sail into the sky. After a second there's a sizzle and the field goes out for a split second. The switch to regular light is blinding for a moment, but then the field flickers back into life.
2707:48 PM It might take a couple of hits. 
2717:50 PM Inside the fat kid with Vessels powers decides to not rejoin the fight and instead floats back upright before hovering through the kitchen door.
2727:50 PM A message pops up 'stop him from getting 2 the second floor.' from BabyBlueFisher in a much more convenient spot in the corner of her vision. 
2737:51 PM $roll 1d6+2 CG. Blitz
2747:51 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "CG. Blitz" [3] +2 = 5
2757:51 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 K. Counter
2767:51 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Counter" [1] +2 = 3
2777:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold There's a clattering out of sight as a the Chupacabra copy zips across the Restaurant's floor as the Chupacabra copy zooms in her ally's direction again out of sight. The cape with the tractor beam used this opportunity to move towards the kitchen door once again, almost there now.
2787:53 PM ||
2797:57 PM S<Saff|Synapse> Fuck. Poor girl. 
2807:57 PM No time to think on it thought. Stop it. Erase it. Extraneous data. 
2817:57 PM Instead she takes off running after the Vessel copy, shooting her jacks out to catch the ceiling above the kitchen door so that she can pull herself over the fight. Getting there fast is of the utmost concern. Put it away. Erase it. Don't let it get to you. ||
2827:57 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Ath/Acrobatics please))
2837:58 PM ((Extra +1 please))
2847:58 PM $roll 1d6+1 Z. Aim
2857:58 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Z. Aim" [3] +1 = 4
2867:58 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6+1 Ath FUCK
2877:58 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Ath FUCK" [2] +1 = 3
2887:58 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Ed. Note- 3*))
2897:58 PM S<Saff|Synapse> ((got damn))
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2918:03 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Synapse lowers her palms, and aims her jacks letting them loose. Their hooks crash into the wall and latch on before tensing and pulling her zipping through the air. She soars with breath taking speed towards the retreating fake Vessel's back.
2928:07 PM Then she realizes she's not moving anymore, and damn her neck hurts. She's levitating mid air and her body is surrounded by an orange glow. Her jacks deattach from the wall, and then she falls.
2938:07 PM ((Ath please, regular d6))
2948:07 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 Fuuuckkkk
2958:07 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Fuuuckkkk" [6]  = 6
2968:08 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Okay you're just staggered for now))
2978:14 PM She manages to land on her feet palm flat on the floor, and the cape who'd caught her backs away a couple of steps at how effortlessly he'd landed. He throws another table to distract the gunners before facing her down as the Vessel copy disappears through the doors.
2988:15 PM ((Actually forget the staggered you rolled a 6))
2998:16 PM On the far side of the dining room she can see her ally and the Chupacabra clone struggling. Her ally's back is bent over the bar and she's pushing hard against the creature who's trying to press his blade into her again.
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3018:16 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 K. Brawn Debuffed
3028:16 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Brawn Debuffed" [6] +1 = 7
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3048:19 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She's sweating and her skin looks a sickly color. She struggles but doubles down finding the strength inside to shove him off.
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3068:22 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She grunts loudly in ehxhertion and then does the unthinkable. The wound on her arm already looks worse than before, bloodier and damaged. It's literally hanging by a thread now. She reaches into her waistband in one fluid motion and severs the rest of her arm. A thick golden liquid squirts out of the stump instead of blood.
3078:24 PM Synapse can hear the Chupacabra go "What...?" In a gravelly voice. Confirming  that it definitely isn't Chupacabra in that form. He takes a couple of steps back. 
3088:25 PM $roll 1d6+4 K. Brawn
3098:25 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Brawn" [2] +4 = 6
3108:25 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 CG. Evade
3118:25 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "CG. Evade" [1] +2 = 3
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3139:26 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Those couple of steps aren't enough to get him out of the way of the still dripping, newly formed solid gold arm that slaps into his chest.
3149:26 PM There a golden flash as it impacts him.
3159:26 PM $moderate bash
3169:26 PM A<•[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
3179:26 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
3189:26 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts.  If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
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3209:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He crashes into a wall on the far side, and the wall crumbles like clay behind him as he lands outside of the building.
3219:29 PM "Yeah. How you like that!" The cape calls at him, and then shakes her new golden arm with a hiss of pain.
3229:31 PM The black clad cape with the orange tractor beam looks between the two of them nervously. Before deciding to bolt towards the kitchen. The remaining gunners who had been on the property emere to take aim and fire again.
3239:32 PM ||
3249:32 PM ((Sorry for disappearing Saff))
3259:34 PM S<Saff|Synapse> "Who are you?" Millie asks fake Vessel she scans him with her glitch eye. Deep breaths. Sure, falling hurt, but she doesn't need that. Pain is a weakness, just delete it. That's what the other girl did. 
3269:34 PM She doesn't give him time to respond before she hits him with another glitch pulse. Can he dodge this time? ||
3279:39 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
3289:39 PM ((Fake vessel is gone. It's the orange beam guy now))
3299:41 PM S<Saff|Synapse> ((oops. Ask orange beam dude instead))
3309:41 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He doesn't reply, he just keeps trying to get the fuck out of here.
3319:41 PM ((Know please, and then aim))
3329:42 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6+1 Know
3339:42 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "Know" [3] +1 = 4
3349:42 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6+1 aim bitch
3359:42 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "aim bitch" [5] +1 = 6
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3379:45 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold These guys seem like amateurs, she would know. They don't seem like they know what they're doing with their powers. Of how to properly use them. Hitting him in the back is easy as he flees, and as the beam takes effect and blinds him he goes crashing into a wall, and falls on his back in front of the gunners. They all turn their guns down to him, but he can't see them doing it.
3389:47 PM They look like they're about to gun him down, but her ally cape begins to walk towards them with heavy steps. 
3399:47 PM "Anyone who shoots him goes through the wall too. Same to you if you move bud." She growls at them. Her golden arm is still dripping, and her golden 'blood' is splattered all over her. She looks terrifying.
3409:47 PM $roll 2h6+1 K. Threaten
3419:47 PM A<•[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "K. Threaten" (2) [5] +1 = 6
3429:48 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The gunners immediately disperse, straight up fleeing the building leaving them alone with the downed black clad cape.
3439:53 PM He whimpers 
3449:53 PM "Leave me alone!" He screams and begins to try to scramble away. The cape sighs but before she can move to intervene a metal shape flies through the air, catching him in the middle. It slams him into a wall, and then he's stuck there, hardening metal holding him there. Synapse turns and sees a cape in a suit of armor that looks like a knight's walking up quietly.
3459:53 PM "Who are you?" The golden splattered cape demands of the newcomer. 
3469:53 PM "Quintana, is that everyone?" He asks, peering around the restaurant.
3479:53 PM As the two strange capes talk a message pops up.
3489:53 PM 'Upstairs quickly. Tell them to come 2. Fast! No time 2 explain.'
3499:53 PM ||
3509:58 PM S<Saff|Synapse> "We need to go upstairs!" Millie shouts, before running up the stairs as fast as she can. "No time to explain!" 
3519:58 PM She can do introductions after whatever this mess is gets cleared up. Fuck, what time is it? Will she make it home in time for dinner? ||
3529:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Social please))
3539:59 PM ((Command would apply))
35410:00 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 FUCK
35510:00 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "FUCK" [5]  = 5
35610:06 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She starts to run, and the two other capes share a look before starting with a jog and then breaking into full on runs alongside her. She's pretty fast in her new jacket but neither of them have any trouble keeping up. Even Quintana in his suit of armor.
35710:06 PM "What's going on upstairs? Do you know why this is happening?" He asks from her right side. He has to shout for her to hear him over his heavy metal foot falls. Looking at him, he's pretty tall but not at six feet yet. She can see damage from fighting in the hallway, but no sign of people besides that except for employees running around the building frantically trying to leave it. As she sees the staircase come into view in the corner the
35810:06 PM lights in the building flicker, and then summarily go out. A second later dim emergency lighting comes on.
35910:06 PM ((Wits please, Saff))
36010:07 PM S<Saff|Synapse> $roll 1d6 wits COM E ON
36110:07 PM A<•[ATM]> Saff|Synapse "wits COM E ON" [5]  = 5
36210:07 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold From the corner of her eye she can see a life sign flit by abovehead to her... right? In the vents...
36310:08 PM Right above Quintana.
36410:08 PM ||
36510:08 PM -||
36610:08 PM "Of fucking course the lights would go out." The golden girl comments sourly.
36710:08 PM ||