[u][b]February 7th; 1:02PM
Lycus Hall[/b][/u]

[color=a187be]"Look, Rich. Something's going on here, I can feel it."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Are you sure it's not your supersenses getting antsy from not being on patrol? Maybe it's the water pressure."[/color]

Some help he was. It had been little over a week after they had arrived down in Atlantis, and Virgil had been doing fine. Minimal sleeping, decking himself out in whatever he could get his hands on, and generally not accepting the fact that he was just a civilian again. Maybe Richie was right. Maybe it was just the fact that Virgil wasn't used to this. He needed something related to hero work, and maybe this was just his mind digging at whatever seemed like a case. 

[color=a187be]"Right."[/color] He shrugged it off and went to reach for his Shock Box. Richie had fine tuned it to make sure it would work in the depths of the ocean. [color=a187be]"I'll talk to you later, Richie."[/color] And with that, he closed communications.

Virgil wondered where Mal and Bjorn were. Again, it was him alone in their room. Something was up, but he just didn't have anything on whatever [i]it[/i] could be.