[b]Fiona:[/b]

She giggles, clearing away the last of the abrasions under the left eye. The right one she finished while Pink was rebooting. 

“It took about two months of doing it every day to stop being awful, for me.” Fiona said. “At least fifteen minutes a day, even if it wasn’t all at once. This was how I reattached to my body again, and it’s why I’m so squeamish about anything that’d need me to do all that maintenance to myself again, this [i]suuuuuuucks[/i].” 

“This bit’s fun though.” She pulls a can of air duster from a bedside drawer and cleans the inside of Pink’s ears with it, [i]whoompf[/i]. “Can’t do that when you’re still in there. Just need to do the jaw and throat after this, and then we can put you back into your head.” 

[b]Crystal:[/b]

Crystal: But then if she says no, then the opposite is broadcast just as powerfully. And she may say it just because I have put her on the spot in such a way
Crystal: … save this for the wedding plans.
Crystal: Already you make a hypocrite of me

Eli grabs the sleeve of Crystal’s suit and tugs to pull her out of the way from walking directly into a pillar, because she won’t stop re-reading what Yellow’s sent and knowing she [i]should[/i] feel bad about wanting that, [i]but[/i].

[b]Cyan:[/b]

Interesting hypothesis, let’s see how it plays out. 

1: They’re not going by radio, too many faraday cages for security and defensive reasons, there are android and cyborg cops too that really don’t want to be hit by EMP and microwave blasts and there’s no protection against that which also doesn’t block out radio signals. You’re going to have to tap a physical line. DC: 3 to tap a line unnoticed, without breaking it.

2: Identifying the local commander is easy, it’s Captain Mansingh. This isn’t from pulling radio chatter it’s overhearing who the locals are complaining about the most, it’s mostly affectionate ribbing. Mansingh transferred from Hermes for their inevitable retirement and is a bit of a fish out of water in the Aphrodite vibes, a bit more of a stickler authoritarian than they’re used to.

3: Try it. The army approaches.

[b]Crimson Tower:[/b]

Corday and an older woman, Ms Becerra, come away from their screens on the office floor with a grimace. These are the two Tower can keep for her special project right now, pull away from their regular overwhelmed duties. Corday’s normally a senior supervisor and very happy to not be in charge right now, Becerra’s a quiet woman who just wants things to stop going wrong. 

“The police aren’t letting us requisition trains for the station, they’re overruling us without talking to us about it.” Corday tells you.

[b]Valkyries:[/b]

The team ends up being a bison nightclub bouncer, an android with satyr legs who runs like every floor is made of lava, and just a vanilla human paramedic with only subtle perfomance tweaks under his shiny-bald hood - to take point, obviously, the other two have bullseyes on them.

They’ll see how this goes.

[b]Euna:

[/b]Your cause is just, and that might be the whole problem.