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WHO: Trauma/iknowyourfear, Abby/aerial_bliss, Roger/hardballs, Spider-Woman/whatwedeserve, Jaime/itaintspandex, Robbie/cilicium, Kitty/phaseback, Impulse/gonnabeflash, andlaskjf IDEK ALL OF OZ.
WHERE: INITIATIVE HEADQUARTERS. Terry's apartment.
WHEN: Backloooogged. January 8th, around 6:00 PM.
WHAT: SPAGHETTI MADNESS!
WARNING: Trauma making his debut as Martha Stewart.
FORMAT: Quicklog or whatever, just eat your damn noodles. 8V
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[cilicium]

So, yeah, Robbie (Penance) has some serious reservations about this whole... socialising thing. But to a guy who's been subsisting entirely on dumpster-dive finds for the past couple weeks, and jail food for two years before that... the promise of homemade spaghetti is a powerful thing.

(That part where the worst-fear-guy's powers were apparently telepathy-based, and thus more than likely not going to work on him -- if anything, he'd probably read a somewhat electrical-fuzzy blank -- didn't hurt.)

Which is why his pale, scabby self is here right on time, knocking on the door with a cleanly bandaged hand.

[tothecloud]

Since Trauma is busy tangling-- rather literally-- with the spaghetti, it's a young, blond girl who answers the door. She seems momentarily startled for a moment, peering at her guest for a second before something seems to click in her head. Oh.

"Um, hi!" The girl-- undoubtedly Abby, by her mannerisms-- steps back and opens the door wider, smiling a little sheepishly. "You must be... uh, Penance."

Right. Totally weird calling someone that, but eh. She lives with guys who call themselves Trauma and Hardball, so it's not so bad.

"Come on in!"

[cilicium]

"Yeah."

Hey, she even gets... well, not really an expression, but a little flicker of uncertainty, before he steps inside, looking around.

"Thanks. For, uh --" Fidget. Nervous tug at the edge of his hoodie pocket. "for the invite."

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