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The day so far had been one of the most dismal days of Grace's life. Having one of your closest friends be framed for murder, and then promptly be framed as an [i]accomplice[/i] of said person, and having one of your other closest friends seemingly defect to the other side, and also getting forcibly [i]kissed[/i] by Mr. Impressive was a cocktail of disaster. Right now, though, in this moment, lips pressed against Tom's, was an unforgettable moment- in the total opposite way. Time seemed as though it was standing still as they kissed, Tom's hand running through her hair, and Grace couldn't help but feel lost in the total, uncontrolled bliss. This wasn't her first kiss, as had been demonstrated just minutes earlier, but it was the first one that meant anything to her, and now Grace could see why this moment was so heavily romanticized in literature and film. It was wonderful. 

The couple parted, Grace gazing into Tom's green eyes, their foreheads nuzzled together. [color=DarkOrchid]"Yes, yes, a million times yes,"[/color] Grace said in response to Tom's suggestion, her own eyes sparkling as he spoke. [color=DarkOrchid]"I can't wait...you know, they're making a new Lost in Translation movie, with Sofia Coppola directing again, we should go see it, I loved the first one..."[/color] She ran her hand through Tom's hair, muffing it up. [color=DarkOrchid]"If we're going to be...if we're going to be d-[i]dating[/i] now, I'm going to call you Tommy."[/color] She gently booped his nose with her finger. [color=DarkOrchid]"Is that OK? Oh, gosh, I've only [i]dreamed[/i] of this moment before, and the timing is certainly off, but this is just so great and I just want to-"[/color] Grace got onto her tip-toes and prepared to kiss Tom again before she heard a grating cough from across the room. 

The change in her behavior was almost immediate- Grace jumped away from Tom as though he had contracted the plague and looked towards Robot Rumi, her face wrought with blush. [color=DarkOrchid]"I-I...well...[sub]sorry,[/sub]"[/color] Grace said, immediately going to work to open a portal quickly. [color=DarkOrchid]"There, that should be the lobby. I'll leave the portal so you can come back once you're finished dealing with...whatever is down there. You should hurry,"[/color] Grace advised, before immediately clinging back to Tom once she was (fairly) sure Rumi had gone back through the portal. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's check that out,"[/color] she whispered to him as she guided him down the hallway, her hand firmly clasping his, as if Tom was a balloon that would fly away if she let go of him. 

The duo quickly stumbled upon the Shocker, who was currently staring, very confused, at Starbright. Was he...recording him? This was a first, but it would also be a last. The Shocker grumbled and rubbed his hands together, lightning sparking from his hands. Chad's cell phone was the first casualty, the lightning bouncing to it and knocking it clean out of Starbright's hands, clattering to the floor, charred to cinders. He then aimed at Starbright again, preparing to roast him alive, as Grace looked over to Tom, and then to Chad, but quickly back to Tom again. She had opened a few too many portals recently, and her fingers were already starting to get numb, not like she was going to say that to Tom, of course, or anybody for that matter. [color=DarkOrchid]"Do something!"[/color] she commanded, peeking out from behind the corner and looking at the scene. [color=DarkOrchid]"You know neither of [i]them[/i] are going to be able to do anything..."[/color]


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The Admiral, meanwhile, was not having a fun time. He had expected a fair one-on-one fight, but now all of a sudden this pink thing was flying around, and this other guy (was he drunk?) was dropping pieces of paper on the floor, and Quake was also starting to do something- Wait, Quake was starting to do something! The Admiral took his eyes off of the pink floaty person and the potential alcoholic, but not with enough time to react, as Jamie promptly blasted his anchor away, a distinct [i]crack[/i] resonating out as his hand snapped like balsa wood. The Admiral howled in pain, but he stood his ground. He was the Admiral after all, not the Captain! He had more in the tank, thank you very much!

So when Quake said something to the effect of, [color=Goldenrod]“Are you going to give up and cry like a little girl or are you gonna fight like a man?,”[/color] the Admiral roared and stomped to the ground with a burst of sheer force, sending a wave of vibrations through the building. It wasn't quite Jamie at her max, but it was still enough to be shocking, and it sent cracks through the ground as a shockwave blasted across the ground. The Admiral rushed at Jamie, swinging at her with his uninjured fist, and yelling, "YOU'RE GOING DOWN, YOU POWER-STEALING, SPOTLIGHT-HOGGING, STUPID BLONDE JERK!"

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Meanwhile, across the city, Sergeant Bulldog spotted K9 walking over and quickly rushed towards him to greet the hero cop. "We've been waiting forever, K9, get the hell over here!" the plump officer called, waving his hand to summon Alpha over to his location. He picked up a clipboard from a nearby gurney. "I've been waiting on you all damn day," he barked quite loudly, loud enough for any attentive nearby listeners to hear. There weren't any nearby civilians, of course, considering the whole area had been roped off by police, but any other bypassers would be nearby. "Here's what we've found so far. Security footage from outside the club shows an individual walk into the club. Totally covered up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, gloves too, which is odd considering it's hot as hell out, and has a hood on, but the build and height looks like a teen girl. Seems like Donnelly. Individual walks out about 20 or so minutes later. We can't catch the face because of the hood, but again, the figure perfectly matches up with ex-hero Aria."

"Anyway, our medical examiners on the scene determine that there were 21 people inside the club. They're all dead, but no trauma, no poison, nothing. It's like they all contracted meningitis at the same time." Bulldog chortled. "Anyway, this all matches up to Donnelly already, but just as the final nail to the coffin, we found some of Donnelly's fingerprints on the doorknob, and some of her hairs sprinkled on the way in. It's definitely her, we just need to find her. I need you to search this whole city for her, every inch. We've put out APBs and the like already, so if she's hiding, we'll find her soon." Bulldog put the clipboard back on top of the empty gurney. "One last thing I figured I'd ask, considering you're the hero here. The floor plans indicate that this place should be larger than it seems to be at face value, so we're wondering if Seraph had some sort of secret room or something here, or a tunnel or something. If you could swing by and ask him at some point, that would be great, might provide some clues to help find where Donnelly ran off to. Either way, though, she's not going to last long, not with the entire police force on her ass. She's going to be in a nice Coldwater cell by Monday, that much I can tell you."

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