"And like hell you're going in it after that time you fucked up my-"

"Jackson's house it is."

"Okay. Should we move there now? Cora and I can ride along with you guys and give directions- I'm assuming you took two cars, maybe I'm wrong."

"I don't see anything wrong with doing that! We took two- otherwise Marcus and Sandy'd bicker over who'd be driving every day, and I'd just get dreadfully distraught."

"If you spill anything on my seats I'm going to hunt you down and- bother you to pay for it, it was going to be metaphorical manslaughter, Caden, don't be so serious."

"Thank you for not saying it anyways.

Love you."

"Love you too, honey."

"And that's the other reason I don't ride with them. Let's go?"

"I'm with Sanders, Danny's with Marcus. Jackson can play with himself all the way home."

"That works for me. Lead the way, Marcus."

Jackson grumbles, but goes back to his car alone.

Danny and Marcus, alongside Sanders, Caden, and Cora, proceed to their respective vehicles (assuming no other interference), and, presumably, drive off.

There are no government abductions, (additional) freak storms, or other such surprising events.

Jackson lets them into his house, and sets out a plate of cheese and crackers."

"Marcus, we need to check you, Danny, and Jackson. All of you line up. Sanders and Caden, if you can manage 'quiet', there's a room upstairs, second door on your left to experiment in."

"Do you think we can manage quiet?" he asks Sanders, stealing a saltine. 

"If we try hard and believe in ourselves, maybe. And use an improv gag."

They start walking upstairs."We should probably try and see what your power is, while we're at it- wait, did you get struck by lightning? You didn't raise your hand earlier but I was assuming you were, I don't think we ever clarified."

"It seemed rhetorical, and I'm not going to raise my hand when told like a little bitch."

"I raised my hand."

"Yeah, because you're my little-" he's cut off my the door closing.

Marcus, ignoring this conversation, lines up as instructed.

As do Danny and Jackson.

"Powers look pretty different so far, there might be no way to test and get everyone. Marcus, you know them better than I do, is what Caden has the kind of thing you'd expect from him? Cora's seems pretty on-the-nose."

"I wouldn't call Caden's on the nose, but if I'd had to guess his power in advance I'd probably have predicted something that let him masochist it up, and I think his career plan was to be a veterinarian before all this happened- though I think Sanders was trying to persuade him that he could just be the unmarried equivalent of a house spouse- so the healing and passivity both kind of fit. I'd have also expected him to do something with plants, he gardens, but maybe he can pet petunias and perk them up, or something, that'd be consistent with his demonstrated powerset so far."

He starts thinking ineffectually mind-controlly thoughts- what was something innocuous- say the word 'beluga', Cora, you know you want to, c'mon, it's a great cetacean.

His ineffectual thoughts do not produce the word 'beluga'.

"Are you guys doing it?"