Who: The Superhero Club; Anyone who would have been ICly told about it; Residents of 1762 Beaver Street
What: Superhero Club Meeting! (Hint: It is not about superheroes)
When: Friday, Dec. 4, around 8 pm
Where: 1762 Beaver Street
Warnings: Only if England brings food. No, really, though, like, everyone is on hiatus. If someone isn't tagging we'll just keep going and can assume they were there, if that's all right.
1762 Beaver Street had a basement, one that was dusty and seemingly cluttered with old tools and some half-completed inventions. America had brought some chairs down and had swept up just a little, but as he kept getting distracted and tinkering with the inventions, it's still a cluttered, dusty mess. Still, the house is drone free, and there aren't any windows to the basement, so it should be safe. He does a sweep for bugs, and finds it as clean as the Moscow embassy. But just to be safe, he disconnects all the telephones in the house before the meeting begins.
At the table down in the basement are some cans of soda and some boxes of comics, but there's also a chalkboard on which he's scribbled a map of the town and some incredibly bad doodles of Grady, the Milkman, and what he assumes the Mayor looks like.
With that done, he locks the doors and windows to his house, and waits upstairs for people to start to arrive.