[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019dc2ca-2895-73c4-87bc-da221945dee6.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]

[@Blizz][@PatientBean]: [i]I’m a pre-cog! As opposed to a post-cog, get it? Anyway! Yeah, I see the future when I sleep. It’s why Carlie’s being such a grumpy puss right now… I didn’t foresee that her crush would shoot her down today… But I just kept seeing teenage girls with swords, including you and… actually, I think you might have been there, too. I think all of you were there. And there was… a bear? It didn’t make a lot of sense, but if any of that means anything to you, let me know!![/i]

He thought a little more deeply about Sabine’s question. The image was hard to describe, hard to put into words, but he settled on… [i]Sparkly. You looked sparkly.[/i]

Carlie, meanwhile, was unimpressed with the information that Jotunheim was cold. “What are you going to tell me next, Atlantis is wet?” she scoffed. “Or that Death Valley is hot? Please, continue. I’m all ears.”[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=42A9FF]April Kingston-Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2a42-176d-736d-87cd-e80ef331aa59.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=42A9FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
[b][color=42A9FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb
[b][color=42A9FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0288-fffb-75e9-a893-c52428fffbb6.webp]Denim jumpsuit and shorts[/url], [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0289-6076-72bb-aa81-e8cae051d70b.webp]pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses[/url] [hr][/center]

April shrieked at the revelation that this was [i]Glimpse[/i]. The Glimpse that was Pops’ maybe-dead maybe-alive best friend from the Mutant Underground. The Glimpse who was, as their brothers said, the only telepath Pops had ever liked. The Glimpse who… who was… who was known for doing… things? And did those things in… places? Their cheeks burned a bit with embarrassment, as they couldn’t remember any other facts about this person. They didn’t have Dorian’s encyclopedic knowledge of all the missing pals of their parents, and given that Andy and the other one had already shown up, maybe they really ought to start studying the Mutant Underground roster a little more closely. 

They didn’t text Pops and the others, though, for the same reason that Danni didn’t - a brief moment of eye contact between the siblings serving as an expression of the horror and awkwardness of what their parents were undoubtedly up to at the moment. This news could wait. They’d tell them Glimpse was back later… 

[color=ed1c24]“How do we know you’re the real Glimpse?”[/color] Percy challenged, his arms crossed. 

April blinked, their head spinning for a moment. He was so right! Why didn’t they think of that? Dorian must have caught it too, with how cautious he was being. They held their hands in front of them in a T, fingers of one hand pressed perpendicular against the palm of the other. They didn’t doubt that Andy could handle herself against fake Glimpse if needed - a battle of the Lunas, that was her real name, right? - but they weren’t about to just abandon her. [color=42A9FF]“Hold up, before we all go off to talk about - what the fuck, you dreamed about Nemo and omg we have to talk about that holy shit you know how Pa is always saying that dreams can be more than they seem and to pay attention to them, especially you because of your powers and everything and omg omg omg Nemo??? - sorry, sidetracked, what I wanted to say is… We need proof that you’re really Glimpse before we’re going to trust you to not be here to grab Andy. Maybe you’re one of those time agents and you’re here to kidnap her, and you’re just disguised as a kid? So! Hmmm.”[/color]

[color=42A9FF]“Got it! Tell us something only the real Glimpse would know. Tell us… how does Pops take his coffee in the morning? If you know that, then you’re her. If you don’t, then you’re… idk, a skrull or a robot impostor or something??”[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=ed1c24]Percy Novikov[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b29ec-87e6-745e-afed-c64ed081c458.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=ed1c24]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
[b][color=ed1c24]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet
[b][color=ed1c24]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0287-4435-7608-82b5-0b29272f9040.webp]Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center]

Percy was not intimidated by this newcomer. He was used to having glares thrown in his direction and her attempts to startle the group did not phase him. Instead, he tried to find inconsistencies in her appearance for her claims… but this was not his area of expertise. His special interest was Greco-Roman, in the classical period. He did not know how to identify a hastily stitched together garb to appear medieval and the genuine article, how to suss out if this was an odd trick being played upon them or something more real. He didn’t know why a lost member of the Mutant Underground was dressed like this, and despite April’s attempt to devise a test, if this was a telepath they were dealing with, she would simply pluck the answers from their heads. 

His frown deepened. 

He took out his phone and pulled up a text thread - his brain stopping as he saw… hearts?? His face burned crimson, how had… what… 

[hider=@Trojan Horse]I need your assistance at the fortune teller’s tent. There is a girl here claiming to be a lost ally and she is dressed like an extra from BBC Merlin. I wish to know if she is authentic or an impostor. -P. Novikov[/hider]

His nerves were already beyond shot and fried, so much so that he couldn’t distinguish his extreme unease with needing Chase’s expert opinion and the trepidation at Dorian having dreamed of Ser Nemo. He disliked the professor and did not miss him, but he knew he had been a mentor to his boyfriend - that for whatever reason, Dorian had found the lousy old fool charming rather than irritating and pretentious. [color=ed1c24]“You dreamt of Ser Nemo?”[/color] he repeated. He was practically scowling now, not at Dorian but at everything that was happening. [color=ed1c24]“…Do you know where he is? Is he alive?”[/color]