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Tom was still feeling annoyed as he stomped inside the house, planning on get another beer from one of the various coolers that had been strewed around the house... Or maybe he would get something from Soda Boy, something stronger. If he was an idiot for downing a couple beers, he may as well drink a lot more, because he couldn't become more of an idiot, right? [color=SteelBlue]"Stupid Grace... Idiot..."[/color] Tom muttered to nobody in particular. On his way to Soda Boy he spotted Sam waving at him, and Tom put on a smile and waved back happily. After what seemed like ages he could not locate the soda based hero, so Tom simply sighed and made his way over to a cooler to grab another beer, before getting into a conversation with some other random hero he didn't know the name of. 

Soon enough it was time for fireworks, and Tom made sure to stand far away from Grace as he watched them, cheering and whooping and saying vaguely patriotic things as he watched the fireworks explode in the sky, getting very into the whole mood of the celebration. He had already downed his beer by the time that Blake's personal fireworks display was over, so as soon as it was he went in and grabbed another, waning the hours away drinking and talking to random people, some of which he didn't even really like at all. He was also trying to avoid Grace, the booze only making him more and more annoyed at her as time went on. But he tried to put that to the back of his mind and enjoy the night.  

At least, he was enjoying the night. That was until the orange mist began to spread through the room. Tom frowned and looked around. [color=SteelBlue]"Oh, what... What is this? It's all orange!"[/color] Tom exclaimed before he joined the fellow patrons of Blake's party and passed out, falling backwards onto the carpet. 

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Tom awoke suddenly, lying on his side. He opened his eyes slowly, noticing that he was lying next to someone with long blonde hair. He felt sick to his stomach. Wait, no, god, no, he hadn't had he?! He sat up quickly, realising that he was not in his bed, or any bed, he was lying in a cold stone room. Firstly, he was relieved that he hadn't done what he feared he might have just done. But that was immediately washed over with the fear of where the fuck was he, and what the fuck was going on? He heard a voice and glanced over, seeing Blake with his fiery red hair all sticking up, muttering. [color=SteelBlue]"Dude, what the fuck is going on, where are-"[/color] 

But Tom was immediately cut off by the sudden pompous voice coming from the TV, and as the whole speech began, Tom came to the realisation that they were, to put it lightly, in deep shit. They had been kidnapped by a supervillain! A fucking supervillain had come to the party and somehow kidnapped them all! He seemed to forget the memory of the orange gas. Maybe Grace was right, maybe if he hadn't been drinking he wouldn't have been kidnapped. Maybe he was an idiot... Tom didn't really listen to much of Nero's speech as he looked around to see who was here with them. Looked like the whole gang was here: Jamie, Patty, Brie, Rumi, Will, Angie, that guy he vaguely knew who went by Alpha.... Minus Eliza and Grace. They must of got out. Of course they did, they weren't drinking.

Tom glanced at the screen again just in time to see the screen change to the view of Grace and Eliza chained up. Tom stood up immediately, angry. [color=SteelBlue]"What the FUCK? YOU BASTARD!"[/color] He yelled at the screen angrily, just in time before the screen turned to black. Tom's head was spinning. Just a few months after they had gotten away from the mob by the skin of their teeth, now they were all stuck in this bizarre... Wait, what was this place, some kind of weird Roman city? He hadn't been listening all that much during the meat of Nero's speech... And did Rumi just say OGRES? 

[color=SteelBlue]"Fucking what now? Ogres? Ogres?! And they travel in fucking PACKS! PACKS?!"[/color] Tom exclaimed, putting his head in his hands for a moment, joining Rumi in looking at the map over Blake's shoulder. [color=SteelBlue]"Just how resistant are these ogres, can I just make them fly up and then fall down and then splat? They're just like big idiots right, can we like trick them or something?"[/color] Tom spouted out of a lot of ideas, before pointing towards the place Rumi had identified as the bath. [color=SteelBlue]"We could go there... If there is water then Will will be more powerful, and all of us need to be the most powerful we can be, if we're gonna be fighting fucking ogres.... Shit."[/color] 

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