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[gal_wonder]

There is a small fighter plane safe in the Hangar, and a masked vigilante going through training exercises of the farmhouse. This is a totally normal place for masked vigilantes, especially at times of twilight like this

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[the_backfiring]

He was caught by this universe about half a day after he fed. He's been here two days. The Kandrona generator is still not finished.

Adam has been assisting Steve in building it, but then he started to hinder the work more than help it. At his twelfth mistake, the inventor told him to go get some rest -- but it's not a lack of sleep that's driving him to distraction. He's hungry, in a bone-deep, sickening way that he'd prayed he'd never feel again.

So he's been reduced to wander around the farm in a fit of draining, restless energy, enduring Orlit's psychic taunts, working to squash his own rising fear, distracted from these things only by the -- falling girl?

What the--

"Hey," he calls anxiously, jogging towards her.

[gal_wonder]

See how quickly she rolled to her feet, landing ready and poised and utterly unfazed by the fall and did she even fall who fell what? - exactly, in fact, like a cat caught being ungraceful.

See that?

That hurt, dammit. And she's too proud to admit it.

"Hey."

Nothing to see here >_>

[the_backfiring]

Terribly sorry, but the narration must protest this point. It would seem that there is something to see here, and that it comes in the shape of someone apparently falling off the roof. What would you even be doing on the roof?

"Are you all right?"

Not terribly original, perhaps, but as a question it's at least to the point.

[gal_wonder]

"Huh?"

WHAT. NO ONE FELL OFF ANY ROOF.

Oh... that roof?

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Good. Really. do that kinda thing all the time."