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...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
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"Be careful with jokes like that. Even with other capes the possibility of fights isn't always taken lightly."
Boots snorts.
Boots snorts.
"Thank you, Glam," says Chevalier.
mxglam
"Aaaanyway," they say, because they're not about to let this stop them, they just got going. "There's still the question of what kind of dragon. Wyrm? Maybe one of those long Chinese dragons?"
mxglam
"Nope, but that's never stopped me!" They hover a bit before dropping back onto the chair.
Dinner seems to be winding down, except for a couple slow eaters. Miss Militia's plate is already clean.
Others start scattering. Boots bounds away with unnaturally long strides. Windflower scurries. Once Boots has left the room Chevalier deems the need for his presence over and he departs. Transit pats Lorica on the head and vanishes.
mxglam
Echo and Glam have continued chatting about nerd things—she mocks them for having told Boots was wrong about dragons while at the same time not liking Star Wars—and all reservations she had about their being new and an ex-rogue and all seem to have vanished.
Dauntless isn't as familiar and is mostly quiet, and eventually leaves as well.
Dauntless isn't as familiar and is mostly quiet, and eventually leaves as well.
thinkering
Lorica heads out when it is clear that Glam and Echo have struck up a functional conversation.
mxglam
They have! They will be Having A Conversation until Willow has to go home (which is actually pretty soon anyway).
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