One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
To take over the world, of course.
She looks to Taylor for an answer, since this is not actually her call.
"Depends on your new powers, but I'm guessing we'll be expanding given this portal, and we'll need new capes if we want to cover more territory."
"Though now really isn't the time for this - I still have a PRT Director to deal with."
"Well, email us with a clearer deal, just in case we can't get texts till we get new phones."
If that's all they will go around the stupidly placed portal and head home to explain to their parents.
Lorica asked for a place to put Echidna! And Tattletale provided one! As quickly as possible! Sure she could move it but that would require Faultline's cooperation to make the new one and that would cost even more money.
While Tattletale figures out further portal logistics Skitter heads off to finish relocating personnel to a new base, since Tagg broke the last one.
It's a lot for their parents to adjust to, even after the whole, dying, coming back in somebody else's body, thing.
There's not really room for all six of them in the house. They put on six different outfits - that's most of their clothes, Lorica has always been pretty on top of doing laundry once a week - and pack the rest of their stuff.
Tinker Lorica assigns herself the nickname "Sarcina" and liberates Rete and assigns it to bring all their tech to the house she has it rent with some of the remaining Jack Slash money. It also sends the PRT a courtesy email about this since they're So Concerned about Unmaintained Tinker Tech.
Anchor-power Lorica names herself Castra and, as the least squishy and least clumsy member of the group so far as they currently know, heads out - pity she left her motorcycle, she'll pick that up on the way back - to return the blankets and shirts to the lady who lent them.
"Well, so far I've still only died the same number of times as I had yesterday, so I think we'll be all right."
Is it impolite to ask someone how many times they've died.
Fuck it, she's curious.
"How many times is that?"
"Tinker, died fighting Leviathan, not sure if I know anything else about them off the top of my head."