"It's a nice deal."

"Yours nicer than ours, I'm sure, although I hear now all our problems are solved."

"Well, you're not in one of the more convenient neighborhoods, but you get bumped up the priority list for possibly having useful resources as well as needs, so we'll take a solid stab at it."

"Useful resources?"

"It might be that there are people with powers who can do things we can't otherwise duplicate, or at least can't duplicate portably or without spending bottlenecked inputs."

"I don't think we can do Contessa's thing."

"Her thing seems to only work within our neighborhood, though, and precog powers in general seem to completely fail to see anything outside, so some things will be of limited use."

"It could still be useful if, say, someone who was for species reasons immune to our vampire precog needed to test something that could be brought here."

"Then we'll be glad to offer you whatever resources we have. What do you need?"

"Nothing in particular right now, but you make a good investment."

He nods. "And how can we help you help us? We have a whole ethically dubious shadow organization that went out of a job, ah, apparently over the past few hours."

"I don't do logistics work, I'm here in my capacity as regards Epic, but if you have clear ideas of what aid could go where and what disruptions it might cause that'd land well."

Oh right he shouldn't be avoiding thinking about Epic and how he'll probably just go away. Legend looks at him. "As regards him how?"

"Wanted to see all the stuff and people he'd been writing home about."

"Ah. Good things, I hope?" he asks, with a half smile.

"You were favorably reviewed in among all the 'this world is horrible we need to fix it'."

He laughs. "I'm glad. I tried my best, but Epic is very self-sufficient. He did worry me sick a time or two. Did he write about Brazil?"

"Yes."

Cling. "That part wasn't the scary part."

He purses his lips. "No. I'm sorry about that—Contessa didn't see anything, she checks on various things periodically and when she checked on you you'd disappeared..."

"Well. It worked out."

"I'm sorry. Contessa assumed you'd found your peal and suddenly there were villains known to be associated with Jack wreaking havoc in Chicago and New York, we didn't think Jack would've gotten you to Scion—what happened to him anyway?"

"Don't know." He conjures for it.

Where Epic left them. Jack is apparently waiting for a passed out Superposition to wake up.

He shows this. "We should maybe do something about him."