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Blake’s texts earned one of Patricia’s signature eye rolls but didn’t quite merit a response. As Patricia had found out the hard way, there wasn’t any point in getting into it with Blake. Especially not over official channels in the middle of a volatile undercover mission. Besides, she would win no matter the situation. She did, however, send a [color=MediumOrchid]:p[/color] after his taunting text. She was about to text a second response (it was hard to resist, okay) when Blake sent his next text, which led to her snapping her head up and gazing at the action at the center of the room. 

Could this be where they found the Black Baron? Patricia sat up a bit straighter and tried to blend in as best possible. If he revealed himself now, all it would take would be avoiding Malady, cornering him in the room with the hostages, and using her power as fast as possible. It wasn’t exactly a strategy she hadn’t used before. It would be easy. Patricia joined in on the clapping as the old man entered the scene and listened intently to his little speech.

[color=MediumOrchid][i]Oh. Oh, SHIT.[/i][/color] This was bad. Bad bad bad. Her mind swirled with the implications. If [i]Malady[/i] was the Black Baron now (or the Black Baroness)... Patricia had to actively work at keeping her expression neutral and clapping along. This made their plan doubly harder. But still not impossible. Now they just had to juggle taking down a superpowered serial killer senior citizen with taking down his not so senior psychotic teenage girl replacement. Who may or may not be secretly good and a mind-controlled slave to a one-eyed bat.

Yeah, this was gonna be bad. Patricia chanced a glance out of a window nearby, only to see that they had already taken off from the harbor. Her heart plummeted. They were stranded. If worst came to worst and they lost and were captured… well, there were no sneaky escapes in the cards. And no portals, since Grace was on vacation. Patricia was trying to look anywhere but in Malady’s direction, so she chose her phone.

[quote][color=MediumOrchid]FUCK

 i think we should keep our first plan, but this fucks some things up. i’m not sure we could take both in a fight, but given what happened in april i’m not sure malady WILL fight us. i’d say top priority is not being recognized (applies mostly to blake and i) and ESPECIALLY not being captured or like murdered. i’m bad at plans. if they make a move for the boiler room, we should follow and try to take them out. also like maybe tell chrissy ASAP???[/color][/quote]

That was really everything rational Patti could think of. She set down her phone and chanced a glance at the supervillains receiving the attention at the center of the room. 

Hopefully, they wouldn’t fuck this up.

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Jamie was good at sports. As a teenager, she had been a cheerleader- had been one of the best on the team, actually. So it was no surprise that she was good at volleyball, too! Jamie was grinning as they hit the ball back and forth between their two teams, feeling good. People tended to underestimate how [i]nice[/i] it was to move around when you had recently recovered from a terrible injury. It had been more than a month since Jamie had recovered, but that didn’t necessarily mean it didn’t feel nice. Plus, she had to admit, it felt just as good to be winning. Which she thought they were, even if Joseph was [i]terrible[/i] at volleyball. How could someone that muscley be so terrible at this game?

Leaping up and hitting the ball, Jamie played the game. One shot made it over the net and far to her left, making her lunge for it. Just as the ball was about to hit the sand on her side, though, a man intervened. Without even realizing she was doing it, she looked him up and down. [color=Goldenrod][i]Cute![/i][/color] He was tall, attractive. Tattoos were always nice too. Yousef sounded just like Joseph to her ears, but she let it slide.

A deep blush came over her as Yousef mentioned her name, and she giggled. [color=Goldenrod]“Oh, well, thank you…”[/color] Jamie ran a hand through her braided hair and leaned in. Maybe this vacation could be a bit more fun than she had thought. She took the piece of paper, read it (it was a phone number!), and stuffed it away in her pocket. [color=Goldenrod]“You know, I just might take you up on that. Thanks!”[/color] She waved as he walked off, smiling.

What Joseph had to say quickly got rid of her good mood. She didn’t know what a “magus” was, or why they were dangerous, but the mention of the ice user that had impaled her turned her expression dark. That was really the last thing she had wanted to be reminded of right now.

[color=Goldenrod]“Oh, Joseph, stop it,”[/color] she teased, although with far less lightness than before. Although, it was Jamie, so her tone was still light. [color=Goldenrod]“That guy was [i]cute[/i]! I’m sure he’s not a majus or whatever. But if you really think so… fine. You’re so paranoid.”[/color] Jamie flicked his forehead and stuck her tongue out at him.

[color=Goldenrod]“If we don't wanna play anymore we could… go to the bar! Ooh, piña coladas are so good. We can get the drinks with the little umbrellas and everything!”[/color]

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