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[Unholy_Pariah]

After waking up and eating some soup for breakfast Steven grabs his jacket and sits in front of his computer inspecting the damage whilst watching local news videos and listening for reports on violent crime.

[Yourmaster]

keep waiting

[MrVoid]

  Carrie waits and watches for a while.

[RangerCado]

Selina tries to see if she can... absorb it back into her with her mind, also trying to gently push it into her skin. She'd have to try later when whatever made the stuff made more of it in her... that was a creepy thought.

After thats all done, Selina tries to find a tv to see if theres anything on the news... important to know whats happening atleast... maybe she COULD go home... maybe.

[Beirus]

Jake takes a deep breath before walking over to the Project Ed kids. "Hey." He says rather calmly as am attempt to get their attention.

[Harry Baldman]

"Losing focus in public. The fact I don't suddenly mureder everyone when I do that makes it viable."

"Uh... cool? Do you know what does happen, though?"

She starts walking toward her car slowly, looking back at you.

"So, you coming along?"

After waking up and eating some soup for breakfast Steven grabs his jacket and sits in front of his computer inspecting the damage whilst watching local news videos and listening for reports on violent crime.

You're on the news! You're famous! Concusser blows again, takes guns and handcuffs from officer as compensation, as the news so eloquently put it. You in this case are represented by a less-than-indicative shadow with a hat and white sunglasses, which, while a little bit spiffy, is not the look you'd probably want to be remembered for. Also the name sucks ass.

In other news, Kasplortch appears to have surfaced once more, according to one eyewitness account. No pictures, though. Must be a slow news day.

Finally, Project Ed have raised a little awareness by actively spreading word of a performance they'll (specifically Ilo and One-Eighty, with Dissent apparently spectating, which they felt the need to mention for some reason) be doing sometime this Friday - that's two days away, you notice. The theme's apparently going to be warped space, and everyone, especially non-Eddites, is invited to join them at the Freiberg Stadium.

It's noted that the police are going to be cordoning the Freiberg Stadium off during the next five or so days to prevent any shenanigans taking place there. It's a valued landmark, after all. Been there since the 1920s. Matter of civic pride to keep it safe from these Project Ed assholes, the newspeople explain.

keep waiting

You wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait.

Ten minutes have passed!

You wait some more and then you wait a little bit extra and you wait for what feels like eternity and you wait for interminable ages and you wait until your ears start to hum and your eyes start to itch.

Two more minutes have passed!

As soon as you start to actively rather than passively lose your mind, though, Kibbel reappears, looking out of breath.

"Hoo-wee! Those stairs, I tell you. Invigorating as all hell."

He plops himself down on a nearby couch, stretching out across its length.

"Busy day, though. So, you make any headway on those powers? You look like you're about to die of boredom. Maybe figured out a codename for yourself in the meantime? Anything?" he asks, looking at the ceiling and panting.

"We did make headway, I guess," Officer Church replies quietly, her ears overly used to the crushing silence of being in your company.

Carrie waits and watches for a while.

You wait like the little time demon you are, scrutinizing and disassembling the personal lives and dirty secrets of all who are around you.

Or, rather, mentally captioning their daily actions in what you feel is a highly witty manner. It's especially fun to come up with whole dialogues for them. You like the drug dealer's dialogues best, because you can say 'drugs' a lot, maybe put a little hiss in at the end to make it more interesting. Shame he doesn't have a leather jacket, or even a sleazy-looking hoodie that he always puts the hood up on. Instead, the munchkin's got a funny-looking sweater and a set of cargo pants. Several different, colorful shades of cargo pants. Dude is living large, that's for sure. You can't help but voice him with a goofy, friendly voice, such a sweet impression does he give off.

Selina tries to see if she can... absorb it back into her with her mind, also trying to gently push it into her skin. She'd have to try later when whatever made the stuff made more of it in her... that was a creepy thought.

After thats all done, Selina tries to find a tv to see if theres anything on the news... important to know whats happening atleast... maybe she COULD go home... maybe.

The droplet doesn't move back into your skin, merely spreads itself out over you in an extremely thin layer, up to the point where you couldn't tell the difference between it and the regular helping of bodily slime that all humans excrete on their epidermis.

You find life to be a little more difficult now that you seem to be uncannily aware of the mild sliminess of your epidermis, as a side note.

Also, no TV. That is to say, there is a TV, but it seems to be tuned in a manner you hesitate to describe as an improvement. Rather than showing you actual TV, it just appears to have a set of three channels. One is fluctuating white noise punctuated by sounds of nails being scratched along chalkboard rhythmically, one is a lot of beeping accompanying pictures of really weird aliens, and the third is nature television narrated by somebody you can't quite understand, probably because he's not speaking your language. Maybe from Asia? He sure sounds very excited.

"Hey, it's that guy!" you hear the voice of Rita. You turn and see her at the entrance to the room. She's quite damp, her hair frizzy, and she's wearing a set of fresher-looking clothes. Her face is rather tranquil. "Turn on the numbers channel, though. Maybe something new is on there," she casually suggests.

Jake takes a deep breath before walking over to the Project Ed kids. "Hey." He says rather calmly as am attempt to get their attention.

"Hey yourself, kid," one girl says in a monotone, staring at you without blinking. You think she's a year or two younger than you.

"You want any lights or sounds, or do you want to waste our time?" a boy of no more than fourteen asks.

"Don't be a shithead. But seriously, dude, what do you want?" another girl about your age asks of you, slapping the little guy across the head. He doesn't particularly react.

[kj1225]

Kyle follows. Hey, it's not like he has any idea what's going on.
"Well, I'm banking on seeing or noticing something that has to do with what happened and having my memory jogged."

[Beirus]

"You're some of Ilo's people, right? I heard you throw some pretty sick parties and was wondering if maybe I could get in on that. The normal high school parties are getting sort of boring." Jake responds to the last girl that spoke to him.

[RangerCado]

"Uh..." Selina hands the remote to Rita, not sure how the heck to do that...

[MrVoid]

Carrie listens as well, and superstar/villain activity is certainly something worth seeing.  She would certainly go to watch whatever Project Ed is planning since they seem untouchable at the moment.  ((how are her bones?))

[Unholy_Pariah]

After finishing the inspection of his jackets damage Steven decides that he will head over to the stadium for the project ed party and sets about reading the concussor articles to see if he risks immediate identification in costume as well as pulling up information on the stadium itself.

[Harry Baldman]

Kyle follows. Hey, it's not like he has any idea what's going on.
"Well, I'm banking on seeing or noticing something that has to do with what happened and having my memory jogged."

She strolls over to her car, stopping next to it and turning to look at you.

"That's cool. You need a ride home, maybe?"

Home. Hm. Doesn't really ring any bells, though you do know you theoretically should have one. As well as parents or relatives, though those are less of a given. Maybe you're an orphan? You certainly feel a little short on memories right now, and you suspect you know exactly what the cause may be.

"You're some of Ilo's people, right? I heard you throw some pretty sick parties and was wondering if maybe I could get in on that. The normal high school parties are getting sort of boring." Jake responds to the last girl that spoke to him.

"Oh, one of you types," the older girl says, narrowing her suspiciously green, doll-like eyes a bit. Cosmetic lenses, probably.

"Thought he wanted some sounds," the boy adds. All three of them nod with what you suspect is a minor amount of contempt.

"Try this," green-eyes hands you a tiny box she retrieves from her pocket. You look at it closely, and find it rather plain-looking.

"Open it," the younger girl tells you sternly, her canines rather unusually elongated and sharp, which puts you slightly ill-at-ease. You open the box, noticing that it seems to be some sort of jewelry container, although what you find inside is rather far from conventional jewelry - instead it's a golf ball sized matte baby blue sphere, its texture smooth and rather wonderful to the touch.

"Take the sphere and hold it up to a light source while looking away, then look at it as soon as it starts to vibrate. Simple enough," green-eyes explains.

"Uh..." Selina hands the remote to Rita, not sure how the heck to do that...

She takes the remote and switches to the channel with the fluctuating white noise and chalkboard noises.

"Dang. It's that thing again. Oh well."

She then switches to the alien channel.

"Hey, cool! New pictures!" she says, sitting down and crossing her legs as she watches the slideshow intently. You look over at what she's examining, noticing the picture on screen right now. It's, uh, something? Looks like a Rorschach blot with tentacles and a lot of mouths, got a very concept-arty look to it. Not colored strictly inside the lines, either. Within a few seconds of sustained beeping the picture changes to something else, a silhouette of a child in a lit doorway with three bright white concentric circles in the middle of where its face should be.

Carrie listens as well, and superstar/villain activity is certainly something worth seeing.  She would certainly go to watch whatever Project Ed is planning since they seem untouchable at the moment.  ((how are her bones?))

Your bones are painless, but probably not very good for sustained exercise. You're still supposed to be wearing the cast, and you suspect that taking it off would not be in your best interests health-wise. You do make plans to see Ilo and One-Eighty over at Freiberg Stadium on Friday - some of the cooler and edgier kids in your class seem to be intent on doing the same. Like Loretta Malloy, who you suspect may be a total hussy, and also Ima James, who seems to be a little smarter than you, in what you find to be a strange twist. But that's two days away.

You wonder if it's appropriate to dress up for an occasion like this. Or do anything else to prepare. You're a bit of a sheltered child, since your mother was batshit insane and all.

After finishing the inspection of his jackets damage Steven decides that he will head over to the stadium for the project ed party and sets about reading the concussor articles to see if he risks immediate identification in costume as well as pulling up information on the stadium itself.

Your jacket's inside part looks like it's suffering from a bad case of leprosy, in short. Not good, but you weren't exactly wearing it for warmth, were you?

The articles about you (and given that this is Edwardstown, local news media have already bestowed upon you a number of names, of which Concusser is merely one - others include Boom Knight, Blammo and the Midnight Bomber) seem to specify a few bits about your disguise, like how you wear a leather jacket, sunglasses and a hat. Looks like that injured police officer eyeballed you at least a bit - there's even a height estimate, but it's a bit taller than you actually are, and inexplicably it's also mentioned you're 'reported to be black, possibly with an artificial hand'. So maybe it's not all bad news.

The Freiberg Stadium, as a quick search of the internet can tell you, seems to have been built way back in 1927, back when Edwardstown had loads of money to burn on inappropriately large constructions. And inappropriately large it certainly is - built under the assumption that Edwardstown would host a whole baseball franchise and expand very rapidly in the near future, its capacity is pegged at about 40k people, or about two thirds of Edwardstown's population. Since Edwardstown never properly expanded to accommodate the lofty ambitions of the project, it tends to be a bit empty most of the time, though local sports teams are given free reign in there whenever they ask to be let in, and a lot of the local schools play there at times.

Also, Project Ed has messed around with it before - Taproot tried making a garden there two years ago, but it seems she got bored midway through and left or something, leaving a hell of a mess to clean up and not even taking the opportunity to leave anything particularly inflammatory or dangerous to get upset about.

[kj1225]

Kyle blinks. Then he looks somewhat pissed off.
"I forgot where I live."

[Yourmaster]

"My codename? Do I need one"

[Harry Baldman]

Kyle blinks. Then he looks somewhat pissed off.
"I forgot where I live."

Mary looks at you and blinks.

"I assume that's some kind of side effect to your power? Whatever that is?"

She sighs.

"Well, I can drop you off at a motel or something if you want. You've got money, right?"

You do, it should be noted. Not a lot, though.

"My codename? Do I need one"

"It's traditional to have one," Kibbel says lyrically. "A superhero name, so to speak. Preferably something not embarrassing, if you don't mind. Could keep going with John Doe, but that's a bit impersonal."

"Maybe something hell-related?" Officer Church adds uncertainly, giving you a nervous glance.