voice;

[paterelohim]

[Man, Chuck picked the wrong fricking day to quit sniffing glue.]

Pop quiz, everyone: raise your hand if Siren’s Port somehow manages to be more apeshit crazy than the world you come from. Bonus if the answer involves lasers.

[Private to Michael Magneto]Okay, seriously. What the fucking hell was that? I mean, I just assume you felt that and no

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the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

I wish I could raise my hand.

Do you need a drink...? [or a thousand]

the almighty club filter;

[paterelohim]

Yes. Yes, I do.

My friend Peter went nuts on me on Tuesday. [Like they don't already know.] He could tell I was hiding something. I think it's his new power.

the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

You could come over the Lux. I run it now. [You know, family leaving and tossing her all the responsibilities they left behind. Same old song.]

And the lasers?

the almighty club filter;

[paterelohim]

The lasers were a surprise. Turns out that trusting a comic book villain to trick out your wheelchair is a bad idea.

I'm worried. I mean- I'm legitimately worried. I could feel it. It wasn't just normal stuff Peter was feeling, or prophet kind of secrets.. it was honestly... deeper than that. I think he felt It.

Or.. at least that there was something. Like seeing the shadow of a wall but having no clue on Earth what the wall is part of or how big it is.

the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

You know I can't lecture you how to pick your friends -- I thought the lasers were a neat touch.

[ she's snickering before her smile falters. The How remains unspoken, recalling how once Yahweh kept His thoughts stored in a river of his making and people could see them. They didn't blow up afterwards.

If they found its remote location. ]

So what are you going to do?

the almighty club filter;

[paterelohim]

They were secret lasers. It's creepy. [But kind of neat, yes.

Then- silence.]

I don't know. Peter will think it's the power. Maybe he'll just shrug it off as reacting to normal human stuff. Everybody has secrets.

the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

It's a neat kind of creepy. I think you need the lasers, Chuck. That or Batman chained to your wheelchair.

[You choose.]

But it can have consequences -- It could damage him.

the almighty club filter;

[paterelohim]

I'm not saying I don't, but- seriously, doesn't anyone get the ethics issue of fucking with a man's wheelchair? It's like microchipping a guy in his sleep.

[Nfkjhg.]

...What, you mean the power? Yeah, I know.

the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

You entrusted your wheelchair to a "comic book villain". How ethical did you expect him to be?

[She tries to smile but the Peter Situation Worries her.]

Even if it's a shadow of it -- You'll handle this, right?

the almighty club filter;

[paterelohim]

He's a good person. I don't know.

[How often is "too forgiving" a fault you expect out of Him?]

Yeah, I'll handle it. I don't think he could absorb my power but He could figure out what I am and seriously hurt himself trying. Or blow my cover.

the almighty club filter;

[athermercy]

I like Michael. But it's probably bias since he's got my dad's name.

[Well. She knows that's not his real name, but he has a great taste to pick it.]

I think you're right. I don't think he would have survived at all if he absorbed your power. [She knows how is to suddenly get the Unlimited Power. It feels as if everything burns away. And it does.] Or the Port with the backlash. I hope he'll be okay in the end -- And so you do.