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[color=crimson][b][h3]Φ PAYBACK Φ[/h3]Break Room, Claremont SDN[/b][/color][/center]
What a fucking night.

Tsunami showed up and everything went to shit. Their dispatcher - who had tried to come in with a haymaker on the gal, of all things, had gotten shwacked pretty hard, and then Lightning Girl decided to become a goddamn lightning bolt. Lots of threats left and right before her and Eclipse - hell, then Blackstar and Asteroid - went outside for a bit. Was a hell of a time. 

Myla hadn’t even realized that she’d switched on, too. She could feel the shifting away of everything, [i]everything[/i], the tilting of the hundred pictures on the wall or the static in the music, could feel that whole cocoon over her from it. A hand had found her baton, too. She could feel it tugging away from her grip, ready to fly. A deep breath, then, a deep breath and a calming down and things went…

Well, no. They didn’t quite get to normal. They drank a little more. James looked like hell, had a bandage and everything. She breathed a bit more, had a water to calm down. She’d been ready to skewer that person - how would that have gone? Someone else said that they would keep things quiet ish. Yeah, that wouldn’t happen, there were enough customers, and the fucking bartender lady, that Myla was sure that some report to SDN would be made. People filtered out and she disappeared. No one asked many questions. She didn’t get any texts. Hell, there was a thought, she [i]couldn’t[/i] get any texts. No numbers, no phone, nothing like that. Her Timex had gone to static too, for a brief little bit, but it came back to life anyways.

Yeah. Just go on a hike, the guy said. Just static away the bracelet and the rest and go on a hike. You’ll just burn a bit. It’s just a hike, and you’ll just burn a bit. Whole fuckin Phoenix Program gone to shit and everything gone away for just a hike. Yeah, sure.

But hey, back to work it was. She needed to sign something off, though, that’s what the front desk said. They handed her a paper, she put in the information here and there and…wherever that was. It was for her little device - honestly, Myla was surprised that this was the first time she’d had to write about it. How many people was it that she’d blinded? Was halfway sure that it was temporary, too. Hand that off to the front desk lady, she says it had to go to James directly. Well, fine then, [i]don’t[/i] do what is maybe-probably your job. [i]Fine[/i].

Weave around the desks a little, put that paper down on his, take a pencil. It looked kinda neat ish. Kinda. On to that break room. Her earpiece crackled on, though, as she walked in to find Asteroid and Madcap. A few others are in there, too. Myla’s brain pauses as she hears what the dispatcher says.

[quote][color=skyblue]"Afternoon, team, checking in as we're on the clock. Looks like you're headed off to a carnival. Not much for me to do today, because I have a ton of admin, so this one's your personal bottle episode. Be friendly. Polite. Nice. Show them why you're all heroes. And if you're not social....I don't know. Try and keep some families safe."

"Just don't be too weird. James, out."[/color][/quote]
[i]Don’t be too weird[/i]. Aw, fuck.

And hey, there was Lightning Girl, too. She seemed in a way better mood. What the heck had happened before, with her and Eclipse? Fuck. Myla tried to become wallpaper.

[quote][color=gold]"Asteroid, you want a lift to the carnival? I ain't pooled with you yet. Don't go making yourself weigh loads. Or you are getting tazed."[/color]

[color=mediumpurple]“Yeah- it’ll probably take four times as long to jump there based on recent experience.”[/color][/quote]
Myla stared at the very, [i]very[/i] obvious head-jerk from Asteroid. To Blackstar? Hell, are they hooking up from the night before? Didn’t they just get the little bit outside thing, or had there been more…had they gone home together? Maybe. She couldn’t really remember that detail, everyone just kind of disappeared or…maybe Myla had been the one to disappear? Probably. That sounded about right.

She stared, though. There were only a few people who flew here or there, and somehow she really, [i]really[/i] didn’t want to demand one of them fly her in. Somehow.