"I… I-it…" Selina is clearly panicking, looking at her hands with a gulp as she walked in numbly, disturbed by the increasing production of the slime; Desperately trying to turn it off somehow with her mind. Things weren't going to continue going as well as they were...
You panic for a few moments more before a realization dawns on you. It is the panic that's causing this. The power is reacting to your increasingly unstable state of mind. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. Your hands stop shaking. You stand up straight. For a moment, you might have even looked assertive.
You are in control. The slime responds to your will. You feel it thicken slightly at your command, becoming a little like a soft putty rather than the liquid, oily substance it was before, concentrating in less noticeable areas of your body. Your exposed flesh is clean now, and all the slime that continues to form is going to form where you tell it to. You can even stop it entirely, and then release more later. The power seems forthcoming now, compliant like never before.
"You're doing okay," Rita says, and for a moment you feel like she may have been referring to the use of your power. It is a paranoid, short-lived suspicion that you relegate to the back of your mind. "I'm going to be there with you. You're not alone," she attempts to reassure you.
What even is today? Carrie mentally mumbles to herself as she mentally scours the house for anything that the PRT may have left behind, especially things that could be used to spy on her.
Thank the gods it's Friday.
In addition, you don't find any listening devices, though the PRT presence has left quite a few objects slightly disturbed, if only minutely. Most of it is just things that have been moved slightly. If they've hidden anything here, you'll probably need to check these out by hand.
Satisfied that he is safe for the moment Steven grabs his phone and sets an alarm on its calendar reminding him to go to the bar on saturday afternoons.
That's tomorrow, as it happens. That leaves today open for further shenanigans. Or rest, if you feel like being utterly boring for once.
Do you even have a job? Or, to put it another way, do you
still have a job?