Oh yeah. Should be fine to have everyone? My building has a nice indoor common space on the roof I can sign out for the evening.

Sarcina'll sit out and tinker but the rest of us will be there.

When they arrive Tattletale, Aisha, Dinah, Vista, Parian, Flechette and Lucien are already there, several of them leafing through thick stacks of paper and laughing.

In pile Loricae, two brown ones and three white ones. They're all wearing Tinker swag these days.

" - and four counts of violating the third amendment," reads Dinah in-between giggles.

"The third? Who's violating the third amendment lately?"

"Tagg, apparently. Lisa got the arrest records."

"Law enforcement reports - they're not going to charge him with most of this. Though I do hope they charge him for the -" she shuffles papers, "- 358 counts of operating heavy machinery on the Lord's day."

"That's still on the books? - did he actually quarter agents in people's houses -"

"By the look of it he put PRT officers in Taylor's house and the house of a few Wards who he thought needed protection?"

"Huh. I think it only counts as quartering if they like, reside there, instead of having shifts or something, but that's pretty fucky."

"Well, there's a couple of pages of legal argument attached if you want to read it."

"I don't but I hope whoever wrote it had fun."

"I'm pretty sure it was Dragon? She files reports like these all the time - though never in quite this large a quantity as far as I know."

"Huh. Rete, remind Sarcina to get in touch with Dragon."

"Oh, I've been meaning to mention that I'm pretty sure she's mastered into obeying the law or some nonsense like that. She followed Tagg's orders and than dropped this on him at the first opportunity."

"Wow, incredibly fuck that, any candidates for who'd've pulled that?"

"Nope, and figuring it out sounds hard and I'm on vacation. Ask me in a month."

"Does that mean you won't figure out our mystery powers?"

"Nah, that'll be easy," she says, with her usual smug grin.

"Oh good. Come for the house rules Risk, stay for the pro bono Thinking. O Tattletale, wise and beneficent Tattletale, what the fuck is my power. And hers."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Uh, hit me with it?" she asks the first Lorica.

"Boop."

"I hope that's not essential, mine doesn't do that."

"I'll stare at you next," she says to the other Lorica, focusing on the booper for the moment.

"Huh, subtle."

Her power streams in with inferences, most of them about what the effect isn't, before flagging something weird about her how her brain is responding to her power usage.

"Oh, damn. It's blocking the downside of my power - it's barely doing anything now but if I ran at full tilt for a few hours I wouldn't feel the migraine. I think I'd still run out of juice though. I think this is your master immunity power?"