Kyle just lets himself flop on the ground. After all, it's not like anything much worse can happen. Really though, this day is shit and the sun isn't even up yet.
The asphalt welcomes you like an old friend, steadfastly remaining normal and extremely abrasive to accommodate your desire for companionship. You cradle the ground for a bit, determined to try and squeeze out any cheap sentiment you can out of it, and you guess it sort of works. You don't quite feel loved, but at least you don't feel as universally hated as you did a few moments ago. Reassured by the parking lot in this manner, you open your eyes and look up at the sky. It's dark again, you notice. And the moon's there, too, looking like it's boring old self, halfway through its waning, or at least you think so.
You're not quite sure how long you've been laying here, but you think the sun might be rising soon. It's getting a little brighter around the edge of the horizon.
You notice a guy in a dressing gown with a cup of coffee standing nearby. It's that guy who was standing behind you in line to the check-in. He looks concerned.
"Hey! You okay there?" he asks, coming closer.
Selina sits down and holds Rita's hand tightly, giving a shaky nod to let things just... start... she had no idea how these things worked anyway.
Just as you sit down, Rita uncomfortably tugs at your hand, asking you to get up. You sigh and follow her, Lynn and Hadrian over to the room - it's a dinghy little room, black, crunchy plastic wrap on the walls, the floor and ceiling similarly dark. There's a cheap-ass star lamp casting little dots of light all over the room, and the place would put you in mind of some elementary school production (or a serial killer's ritual murder room, another part of your mind chimes in uninvited), or at least it would if it were not for a rather ominous black tripod in the middle of the room with a bright blue, slightly cracked football-sized sphere in the middle of it. What looks like a thousand-watt spotlight is aimed at it, currently turned off. Hadrian makes a dramatic revealing motion practically begging for a "ta-da" while keeping a dead-eyed look, then immediately walks off behind a nearby curtain.
"Okay, so, this is going to be a little weird," Rita says, looking at you in a friendly manner. "You wanna close your eyes. I'm going to hold on to your hand, so you'll know where I'll be throughout. Now, when you're ready and you've closed your eyes, say that you're ready, and I'll give the go-ahead."
She closes her eyes, looking a little serious and breathing deeply. Lynn does the same, but seems altogether more relaxed and probably feeling the booze a little more.
"Hmmm, i suppose your right. These stunts wouldn't have as much impact if they didnt stick around to fuel the fire so to speak." says Steven before drinking a bit of his vodka.
"I wonder what playing sports would be like under these conditions?"
"Way more confusing, that's for sure," the man says. "As well as probably way more intimidating if it was, like, football. Those already huge bastard players would be like, I dunno, Endbringer-sized, right?"
The way everything continues to appear larger tells you that this may indeed be the case. But you feel a very soft chillness descend on you as well, so you think that's okay. Things are going to be okay, right?
Alex would head down to the stadium. He wanted to survey the area for a bit.
The stadium, you notice as you draw closer tonight, as the whole bit with Jeremy had taken way longer than it really would if Jeremy wasn't a nutjob, seems to be hosting a bunch of Eddites and other interested parties tonight, plus some police. Awfully mellow police now, it seems.
You notice that you also feel oddly calm as you enter the area, and that things appear way bigger than they should for some reason.
Jake pulls the fire escape ladder back up after them, to keep any nosy cops or Eddites from following them. Once he gets to the rooftop, he'll try to look around for Dissent or any of the other Project Ed leaders while trying to focus and clear that fuzzy feeling from his head.
You can't really clear a fuzzy feeling from your head, dude. That's not how fuzzy feelings work. Besides, you're way too chill right now to go for this revenge business, even if you think you see One-Eighty strolling toward the stadium with a bunch of her good friends.
Carrie also, as always, "looks" around.
One-Eighty's on the scene with five elder Eddites. Two are girls, or is it women? Her crowd's a bit more mature than the rest, at least physically. One of the women you figure to be good match for Dissent in terms of clothing and physique, and the goofy grin she's got on her face amuses you to no end.
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