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[mercuryrisen]

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: ...lots. Lots and lots.
Summary: it's the night of the 'splodey, and Heroes converge on Primatech.
Status: In progress.
Okay, folks, this is how we roll. This is the post to set the scene. Beneath it, go crazy with subthreads! At some point Pietro and Wanda will be going for a rescue mission, but other than that, feel

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[sousetsuken]

Boredom was an understatement. All of the unsorted mail that was left in a bin at the start of his shift had already been placed in the right mail slots. There were only so many creases a man could make while folding bulk junk ads before thought processes grew numb.

Jimmy glanced at his wristwatch, he probably wouldn't see the Giraffe for another hour. Break couldn't come fast enough, the end of their shift even moreso. He was glad that Kirin was feeling better, even though the overprotective brother in him wished his friend took a few more days off to recover.

He spun his office chair around for something other to do than junk mail. Finding none, he flipped open his cellphone.

To: YIN
CAN SUM1 DIE OF BOREDOM?

[misschimera]

Airports were a second home to Candice. She fancied that if she put together all the hours she'd spent in them since she was three and her father took her to Vancouver, it would amount to half the time she'd spent in her parents' house, to twice the time she'd spent in dorms, to nearly the exact amount she'd spent being stupidly in love in Europe.

Her cell rang shrill and not unlike an alarm clock in her handbag and she flipped it open, half expecting to see Thompson's name flash on the display. What she found was miles better.

CAN SUM1 DIE OF BOREDOM?

She grinned.

To: Jimmy
POSSIBLY. NO CHEERLEADERS AROUND?

[sousetsuken]

He hated using the predicated text feature on cellphones, and his phone was a piece of crap at that. After stumbling with the number keys, he sent out another reply.

To: YIN
NO. JUS COUPONS. WHERE R U?

[misschimera]

She grinned, texting back quickly.

To: Jimmy
RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR.

Childish? Perhaps. She was in need of entertainment and her flight was delayed thirty minutes.

[brightandsunny]

Kirin was in a different part of the building, in the part of the building his friend and most of the night shift workers didn't know existed or could even find the entrance.

He was in the sub-basement, in the room that was set aside for him to practice using his still unstable ability. Some days they would set up targets and try to coax laser beams out of him, the random scorch marks that scarred the walls here and there left as testament that he could make lasers but had terrible aim. Other days, they'd stick him in a room with the brightest lights they could find and give him the objective to focus his ability enough to tolerate them.

He was currently working on the latter form of practice, sitting in a cell under multiple floodlights, the bright light was blinding and made his already sunburned and irritated skin itch. He had managed to sit through one song on his iPod without breaking into a run for the door, so far so good.

[intoparadise]

Eden, on the other hand, didn't have anything so constructive to do. Or, at least, she wasn't doing it. The sheaf of mismatched paper that was Ivy Creed's public records had so far failed to be anything but alternately boring and depressing, so she'd decided to take a break. So far, her break had been three times as long as the time she'd spent on the records so far, and her immediate plans didn't involve going back to them.

Most of the doors she'd passed on her bit of exploration had been dark, or only dimly lit. This intense lighting seemed likely to be at least more interesting than work, so since the door wasn't locked, she decided to poke her head in.

[brightandsunny]

Kirin was sitting on the floor in the center of the room with his eyes closed, focusing on the relaxing music through his headphones and not the intense bright light surrounding him.

To an outside observer it was fairly obvious why the bright light wasn't burning his skin, it literally wasn't touching him. He was inexplicably darker than everything in the room, like he was surrounded by something invisible that casted a deep shadow over him, the light in the room stopping a few inches around his body and pushed away with in unseen force. It gave off an almost corona effect, making the bright room seem even brighter.

[intoparadise]

"...cool," said Eden, not especially loudly but not making any effort not to be heard, either. Of course, she couldn't see very clearly what was going on, since she was squinting to keep the light from hurting her eyes. But from what she could see, it was clearly not normal, and didn't seem to be threatening her, so she stayed to watch. Because it was cool.

[ameriesmile]

The journey had been surprisingly short, even after what she'd been expecting from how Wanda explained it. It took her a few moments to regain her breath and orientation after it--travelling from New York to Texas in what felt like less than a minute would do that to a person on their first time.

By the time she was properly composed, a surprising number of people were standing around her. There were really that many people in New York ready to fight this organization? She really should not have been that surprised.

It felt like it had been a lifetime since she was last here. Trapped underneath the imposing building, locked away in a cell like some animal...she wished she believed in karma, because it would be a sweet realization of it today.

She nodded toward the blonde leader of the group. "About time."

[asgardianknight]

Billy gulped for about the billionth time that night. Things were about to get as real as they possibly could get here. He thought that he would be prepared, or trained, or whatever if he answered yes; he hadn't even had much time to pack.

He looked at Amerie, who seemed a million times more pumped and ready for this. He was so jealous.

"I guess I'm about as ready as I'll ever be," he said to no one in particular.

[rockin_outloud]

"Big badda boom time, folks."

Lance rolled his eyes. Wouldn't be an act of terrorism without the Maximoff flare for the dramatic.

Shifting slightly in his stance, he tucked his hands in his pockets, eyeing the jittery group of people. Idly, he wondered what they all could do, whether they were here for payback or just prevention.

Whether anyone had a fucking cigarette.

[asgardianknight]

Billy turned to the man and smiled nervously. "Hey there," he said awkwardly. "Name's Billy. How are you doing?"

[mimic_peter]

After dinner with the Bennets, all two of them because Claire's father was out of town for some unknown reason and Lyle was at a sleepover or something, Peter had retreated back to his guest room of banishment. He could've stayed to help with the dishes but he was due to 'spend some time with his BFF' and that really couldn't wait.

And he might've been avoiding her mother.

He reached for his phone after changing out of the button up shirt he'd worn to dinner in hopes of proving that he really wasn't as immature as he acted--most of the time--and scrolled through his list of contacts until he came to Zach's name. There was a moment of hesitation before he pressed the tiny send button. Two things to do tonight; blow up Primatech and make things not strained with Zach.

"You ready for that BFF time?" he asked when the other guy picked up, exiting the guest room and starting down the stairs as quietly as he could because he was pretty sure that making noise and moving fast were bad things for him to do in the Bennet household.

[ambiguouslyzach]

Lance had already left, and he had.. pretended to be completely chill. He had either found some acting skills or Lance was wicked distracted. Come on, three guesses...

The phone rang and he answered it halfway through the first ring, still shaking.

Peter's voice on the other end and he almost threw the thing across the room.

Spaz much?

"Um, yeah, BFF time.. yeah, okay."

And he was throwing on clothes, grabbing his keys and laptop and making it the hell away from Super 8, and towards the Bennets'.

He waited outside, ready to make a speedy get-away.

[mimic_peter]

Peter stopped by the door and wincing, called a goodbye to Claire and her mom, pretty sure that not actually walking into the room just made him lose whatever good points he had left but he was nervous at the moment, that anxious nervous that only happened before something big and it didn't really fit with just spending time with Zach.

He left the house and wasted no time in walking, practically running he was so anxious to leave that house, to the street and getting into Zach's car.

"So..." he said, reaching for his seatbelt. "This is Bertha."

[ambiguouslyzach]

"The seatbelt's a little..." Zach kmade a flippy motion with his hand and Peter turned the thing over. Ford had put it on backwards, it was something Claire had figured out one day (and that he had figured out as a kid back when his mother could still drive). "Yeah."

He laughed after a moment, "speeding away" (topping out around 40--Hell yeah, Bertha was badass).

"Bertha is... very special," he commented, somehow getting her up to 60 without the frame shaking.

[chanceswere]

Wanda frowned slightly, gazing over the dark building and the crowd of people assembling behind her in turn. It was something amazing to be standing her already, with so many people ready to strike back at these people...it had barely been a month since all this started, and here they were.

Well, more than a month for some. And that was the point.

She turned toward the people, clasping her hands behind her back, and speaking in a clear voice loud enough to be heard, but not carry past the group. "Alright, most of you already know what to do. Those of you not involved with setting charges or rescuing prisoners, pair off and do whatever you can to cause a distraction. There won't be many people at this time, so it shouldn't be difficult to get the majority of their attention on you and not on their prisoners escaping."

She turned her gaze evenly across the group of people assembled. "What you do to acheive it is up to you, but remember--we want to minimize casualties on both sides. There will be others in there like us who will not

[mimic_peter]

"Wanda?"

For a very long moment, Peter stared at the girl talking, his mouth undoubtedly hanging open and making him look like quite the idiot but that was his brother's secretary who was giving him orders and he was allowed to have his 'what the hell?' moment.

Ignoring the second weird, unexplainable throbbing of his head, he gestured at her wildly and made a little indignant noise, for reasons unknown.

"You're... here." Thank you, Captain Obvious.

[chanceswere]

She had anticipated questions. She hadn't anticipated gobsmacked disbelief of quite that intensity.

She blinked, barely finished speaking, and stared at the man who had spoken. Peter Petrelli her mind registered. Nathan Petrelli's brother. Pietro had mentioned him before.

Apparently he hadn;t mentioned her.

She smiled pleasantly, as she always did when he stopped by the office. "Hello, Mister Petrelli."

[mimic_peter]

"Call me Peter," he answered automatically. Because that's what he always did whenever he stopped by Nathan's office and she greeted him with that same damn smile. It was polite to call him 'Mister Petrelli' but it honestly made him feel like he was old and like his dad and he didn't like either of those feelings.

"I.. guess I shouldn't even be surprised," he muttered. Since it seemed like just about everyone he met had an ability.

"Does my brother know? About... whatever it is you do?"