In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

[pacifisted]

WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.

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DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)

[pacifisted]

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston got to his feet quickly, embarrassment clear on his face. He nodded and forced a small smile.]

Yeah. Costume's more protective than it looks. How many of these guys are there?

[bluepurrymuffin]

[He has his shoulder braced against the van as the mob starts pushing against it, trying to flip it on top of him.]

Here, or City-wide? I counted approximately twenty-five a minute ago.

[a_relative_hero]

Let's see if I can reduce those numbers a little.

[Houston zips his way over to the other side of the bus to start pulling members of the mob away and leaving them in dumpsters and trash cans in nearby alleys.]

[bluepurrymuffin]

I'll see if I can't scare the rest off!

[Hank took the opportunity to lift the thing up and swing it around. At the very least he could look as intimidating as possible!]

[a_relative_hero]

Whoa...

[Houston stares as he watches the intimidation. A smile breaks out on his face.]

Okay, that is just awesome.

[bluepurrymuffin]

Want to see a real stunt?

[As the Crabhammers cower, Hank tosses the bus at them! The moment it leaves his hands, he's on all-fours, shooting past the retreating enemies and twisting and rolling just in time to catch the bus before it lands on them.

They gape.
He preens.
The bus creaks a bit on the edges.]

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston grins as he watches the stunt, clapping when Hank catches the bus again.]

Awesome catch!

[bluepurrymuffin]

[Hank sets the bus down and takes a bow.]

Thank you, thank you!

[He looks back up at their Crabby audience and grins at them wickedly.]

Show's over. Go home.

[a_relative_hero]

I'd listen to him if I were you. [Houston crosses his arms and tries to look intimidating as well.]

[bluepurrymuffin]

[Hank whispers toward Houston as the mob scurries off.]

Do you think we should follow them to ensure they're really in full retreat, and not simply relocating their efforts?

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston blinks and whispers back.]

Maybe. Shouldn't we get a little back up though? In case we run right into their buddies?

[bluepurrymuffin]

Certainly not a bad idea! I'll contact a few colleagues.

[I know Spider-Man was showing up to help, but we decided to handwave his involvement to keep Skalja from getting bogged down in even more tags.]

[a_relative_hero]

Great. No telling how many of them there might be.

[S'ok.]

[bluepurrymuffin]

[Hank hopped up on the side of a nearby building and glanced back down at Houston.]

Well, they'll be behind us shortly, what say we find out how many?

[And they ran off into the sunset?]

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston smiled and nodded.]

Sounds good to me.

[Yes, into the sunset!]