Sean is also interested.

There are camera-onna-stick photos, first of all, and these days they have other onna-stick readings including some that let them annotate the photo with sizes. These washing machines and dryers in this dungeon laundromat are four meters tall, apparently. Air quality test, radiation, basic physics normalcy, all green; decibel level is in the "wear overears" zone but not the "have a relevant power" zone. Monsters are six meter tall lizardfolk who wear a whole lot of clothes, and when idle exchange clothes and victims between the washers and dryers (victims were not folded, but they sometimes fold the actual clothes). They were not hostile to the camera-onna-stick, so unattended equipment is probably not going to come under attack, but are willing to injure victims who temporarily escape their clutches (the laundry machines are as painful as you’d expect but their injuries from that don’t last). A few tried to breach but were shot and retreated; subsequent information says they are washing the blood out of their clothes.

"Getting spun around in a giant laundry machine sounds absolutely godawful, I'm glad they got everybody out."

"Yeah, it's no picnic. Most dungeons are picnickier than this one but you're not gonna see those because they don't need you."

"Welp. 's why I'm doing this at all, really. Dungeons fucking suck."

"They super do! Rhombus'll see you at eight at the portal. Anything else you want to go over?"

"Can't think of anything. Thanks for not sucking."

"I'll try to keep it up."

"Appreciate it!" And they're off.

Back to the hotel to set an alarm for bright and early the next day...

...and stagger out of bed and check if the dungeon's still on and then go there.

Dungeon is still on! When April arrives, Rhombus is drinking a bottle of Gatorade and frowning sadly at the DRT snack stash (they're not expecting vics, but the DRT have to eat too). "Morning, Juggernaut, I'm Rhombus."

The bizarrely expensive car she climbs out of is a bit at odds with this being her first ever dungeon. "Hi, nice to meet you, I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm gonna do my best to figure it out."

"That's the spirit. You fed and hydrated? What can you tell me about your power, what kind of gear do you need to fuck shit up and live to fuck more shit up another day?"

"Fed and hydrated, check. My power does invincibility, and it can kinda sorta act like superstrength for some stuff. In powers testing I could mostly not destroy stuff if I handled it really gently, but I kind of expect any gear I carry is gonna get smashed at some point."

"What does sorta acting like superstrength look like?"

"If I brace myself and push something it gets pushed whether it likes it or not, and same if I grab something and crush it, but I can't, like, throw something super hard?"

"Huh. So I think you can probably solo this. I’m going to hang back, make comments, defend myself but not you, and let you wreck some laundry lizards. The likeliest way that this changes is if your backlash sneaks up on you. What's my cue that it's time to pick you up and get you out?"

"I will almost certainly get fed up and call it off myself before I start weeping uncontrollably, but if it sneaks up on me that's what it'll look like."

"Okay. Were you into espers before, do you know what my power is?"

"I wasn't but I had time to look you up. Slicey forcefields?"

"Yup. My big limitation is that I do not have great range so I have to let things get pretty close before I can decapitate them. I wear a rearview mirror," she puts this on, "and carry a spare, and I armor up," she starts putting on various Kevlar, "and under that I dress per dungeon so for this one I will be wearing what I would wear to a laundromat. So, you know, nothing I like very much, because anything I liked got worn and is being washed. Never wear something nice to a dungeon." She gestures at her plain outfit before resuming covering it in armor. "Edges of my forcefields are very, as you say, slicey. Might or might not beat your invincibility, and we can try it if your invincibility covers your hair but I wouldn't risk it with fingernails, and even if you win at rock paper scissors, no point courting the backlash. Give them space when I'm using them to fend off monsters that go for me."

April is wearing an outfit she ordered from Tim's super-shorts people. It looks pretty basic. "The thing I'm really wondering here is actually whether you get a backlash kick if I stand on one with my power up - do they do you worse when something shoves on them, in general? My power's great about being gentle with whatever I'm standing on or bracing against, but it's still doing weird stuff with forces and it could end up mattering whether it's cheap or expensive for you to give me a boost toward a laundry lizard's face."

"I pay for the forcefield existing in an area for an amount of time. If it matters what it's doing that versus, I never notice it, but my backlash is pretty ignorable till it tries to kill me so it might be any change. You can platform off 'em if you aren't going to slip and slice your foot off. They're not slick, but they're very smooth, like glass."

"I am probably not gonna slip and slice my foot off, but still maybe something we should save for if we end up specifically needing it for some reason."