[center][h3][i][color=#F0E68C]Not down to Clown
Wait what do you mean we gotta be Social?[/color][/i][/h3][/center]

[right][b]The Carnival aftermath[/b][/right]

Hat Trick walked up to the police line and dumped not one, not two, not three or four, but six alive...heavily beaten but alive clowns. Freshly beaten no less. He sighs and dumps them at the back door to one of the prison wagons. He growls, "There's quite a few more in there. If you're people go on a sweep look for where parking signs should be, I made sure to place the ones I could find again near them." I dusted his hands off, then headed over to where the team is gathered, "Well that was a good day don't you think? Little fun, and then a lot of fun." 

The big bruiser groans and stretches, "Civvies safe, Clowns and Clown Prime defeated. What else is there to do? Oh!"

Tyler Ermineskin whips out his phone and begins to post up updates for the Socials.

As people head back to the Office the big hockey fella, actually calls a cab, not bothering to skate back again. Everyone looks like they'd been through the wringer.

[h3][i]After the Aftermath
Friday, The Breakroom[/i][/h3]

He hurts.

Aches even.

So much pain!

Adrenaline is a helluva drug. He'd limped into the SDN building that morning, the tension of the fighting and all. He leaned back in the chair he'd claimed. Opening his eyes and peering at James, "Atleast put some back bacon on that thing to make it worth eatting!" He called to James when he pulled that burger out of the microwave.

He groaned and stretched in his seat, tensing up then trying to stretch his body from head to toe. Until a rather audbile pop in his shoulders and back, "Ohhh hell yes."

Then asked, "So, half a shift of Dispatches then? or just go running off to the Gala?"

He nods, "Fine, but the Gala ought to be fun. Black Tie huh? Let's see how many people actually show up like that. I can wear one of my "Power Suits" Hat Trick laughed then skipped to his feet, "Oh damn I need to go and stretch, still so achey!"