[center][h2]The Public Relations Monster[/h2][/center]

[center][url=https://youtu.be/F-xJV9aHzIw?si=1S4uaVdCMKYk-5g-]Everything Burns - Tom Morello featuring Beartooth[/url][/center]

[center]Monday
13:10
Meeting Room
Claremont SDN[/center]

Fine ass suit, confident smile, sure step. Big ol Tyler Ermineskin strode into the meeting room, and there's the rest of Team A. He finds a place to wait and watch and listen. One hand in his pocket the other slowly clenching and unclenching beside his shoulder. His eyebrow flew up towards his hairline, "An entire team got reassigned and a Dispatcher got pulled? What the heck is happening in Pasadena?" He rubbed his thumb along one of the many scars on his face. Thinking to himself, curious what is going on beyond Claremont. He looked out into the rest of the office, "It's not just our team right? Claremont is pretty big just us covering the entire city is gonna be abit of a push if you ask me. But hey it's why we're here right? Push ourselves?" He grins abit. Then around at the faces of the heroes, and reformed villians on the team. "We got this." 

As the room went around, people making faces, asking questions, asking for more money. He had to chuckle at that one. You get what you get around here.

But as things started to break up he figured he better go get suited up. Can't go back to the PR department at this point. Darn he does have a few Socials he has to check in on, but he can do that on the go as well. #HatTrick3timeOfficial can make some posts too. #SDNClaremont isn't the only thing on his docket.

[right][u][b]The most Dangerous of adversaries[/b][/u][/right]

After getting suited up, Hat Trick, resplendent in armor, bladed hockey stick strapped to his back, tomahawk at his hip. He stretches to limber up when the Dispatch App pings him. Bringing up his phone he checks...

[color=#B026FF][i][b]"Hat Trick, the Botanical Gardens are asking if we have anyone who's able to help manage some escaped Canadian Goose? I'd send Matthieu but.....I will take the other Canadian we get. Please don't kill them. Or you're doing our PR."[/b][/i][/color]

He had to stop and look at the dispatch for a second before he stomped out the door, and with a crunch a layer of rink grade ice extended ahead of him. Typing into the app he responds, [i]"Hat Trick here, gotcha, hey can I get a verification before I get there, is this goose as in singular, or was that supposed to be Canada Geese like in plural...because I read it as Geese, and that scares me...I'll take care of it."[/i]

Stepping onto the ice he pushes off, more sheets extending out in front of him, more then a few people jump up and out of the way as his strong legs carry him towards the Botanical Gardens. He didn't even know the place housed Canadian Geese at all. This ought to be interesting.

Takes him abit to get there, flashing his SDN approved Hero Credentials, a security guard stopping him to point out that there is indeed more then one! And more then one of them is a little irate. Hat Trick winces as he watches no less then three harrass Garden patrons, "Yeah...okay...sure. I thought I left all these Cobra Chickens back home in Canada. Alright just...try and keep people out of the way." With a deep breath, because even the strongest of Canadians know that a Canada Goose can lay waste to the bravest of men he extends some ice ahead of him. Reaching down he clicks his mic and speaker set on, "CLAREMONT!" His voice roars. More then a few people, kids, adults, teens, hear the call, someone whispering, "Is that Hat Trick! Oh my god!" Hat Trick calling again, "CLAREMONT!" And this time people answer, "All ears!" He grins, "Come on now! CLAREMONT!" And a larger answer as people come closer but stay well out of the way of the irate Murder Birds. The answer of, "All ears!" Comes again.

He skates a ring around the geese carefully, "There we go! Claremont I can hear you! We got a problem, and here they are sending your man! Your Ice Track Bruiser. Let's get some noise!" A cheer goes up as he lowers his stance, and shoots forward, a low thin glaze of ice to allow him to slide forward, he hunkers down, holds out his hand...and snatches the first of the three geese before it can round on him, the beast flapping and crying out and hissing at the black haired rink rat. Hat Trick lets out a sound somewhere between Triumph and "I-near-crapped-my-pants".

With Goose in hand, and power strides to get himself moving again he curls back around and makes for the second of the irate cobra chickens. Cheering begins as the crowd watches. Keeping his capture out of range of a face ripping, he leans down to make two grabs at the second danger bird. Missin gthe first and catching a tail on the second, hauling it back up, held by the neck with the first. 

And the crowd lets out a horrified gasp as the third goose realizes something is wrong. Hat Trick comes back around to get a goose in the face! And he can't help but call out, "Ahhh Cobra Chicken!" But somehow he catches it with his free hand. Looses his balance and rolls to a stop on a grassy patch. Even as cheers go up for a good job, he can see people taking pictures, that's gonna be all over the Net in no time.

The App pings, Dispatch getting an update "[i]Mission Complete. I got a face full of feathers and three irate Canadian Murder Chickens in hand. I'll hand them off to Animal Control then start my trip back.[/i]"