So being stuck in Portalocity waiting rooms during a potential emergency kind of sucked. It'd given Atton some time to catch up on the radio broadcasts for the past couple of days, but that was about the only upside he could think of. Especially since said broadcasts had made it really clear something was up with Sparkle, and oh, Atton wasn't the only one noticing the deeply creepy.
Well, at least he hadn't packed up his armor and put on the
Nagai electromesh for nothing, he reflected, as he set foot on the causeway. It was quiet - still nothing rampaging through the streets - but that deeply Malachor-esque wrong he'd felt last week had only gotten worse. A lot worse.
He tamped down on his instincts. His gut was yelling at him to run again, and he really couldn't blame it. But there would be no running this time. If he wasn't the only one picking up on any of this? It was Fandom. Heads were going to be put together sooner or later to figure out what was going on. The least he could do was be ready.
... and put in a phone call. Atton called up the phone directory as soon as he stepped onto the island proper, found a number, and made a call.
[[ expecting one, but open for your atton or late-ish evening causeway needs. ]]