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[OOM: " The Scribes call it Mjolnir."]
Ellen staggers through the door in her full suit of power armor, a massive blue-grey weapon of unfamiliar make up on one shoulder. "Bar?" she says when she realizes where she is. "Um. Do you have, um. Anything I can use to refill an electron charge pack? I kinda- I kinda have to go out back. And practice. A lot. Like, now."
There's a pause.
"Oh. Um. Also some targets. Moving ones? Can I get those? Please?"
Whoever goes outside in the next hour or two will probably notice what gives every appearance of being the world's most localized and most oddly neatly constrained lightning storm down by the lake. Ground-to-cloud lightning doesn't usually keep lashing out in a straight line from a single point, does it?
[OOC: open until it scrolls off the page!]
Ellen staggers through the door in her full suit of power armor, a massive blue-grey weapon of unfamiliar make up on one shoulder. "Bar?" she says when she realizes where she is. "Um. Do you have, um. Anything I can use to refill an electron charge pack? I kinda- I kinda have to go out back. And practice. A lot. Like, now."
There's a pause.
"Oh. Um. Also some targets. Moving ones? Can I get those? Please?"
Whoever goes outside in the next hour or two will probably notice what gives every appearance of being the world's most localized and most oddly neatly constrained lightning storm down by the lake. Ground-to-cloud lightning doesn't usually keep lashing out in a straight line from a single point, does it?
[OOC: open until it scrolls off the page!]