Pious

Not yet. I suppose we aught to make one, as opposed to shouting over our various OOC global channels.

Ditto. I certainly didn't want to make another mistake of this.

I agree that the whole meeting went well. And I actually found the earlier bickering thoroughly amusing.

He may be from the universe of that new comicbook-adaptation movie called Priest? Looks like an interesting watch but the original pages look way better.

The comicbook storyline already has me gripped. I may purchase a copy.

Anyway, there is one guy currently sleeping in one of the penthouse bedrooms down the hall who I'll be playing later if Mirel lets us make it to morning.

With expert grace the girls sidestep the small telekinetic pushing force. "Missed me" one of them cackled, putting away the high-powered sidearm and resuming her happy routine. "You're right. You're way too lame to be a threat. Hey you wanna see me body-pop? I literally just learnt it."

"We like, got dropped outta the sky" the other one explained, ignoring her body-popping partner. "What about you?"

If she sensed out camera equipment, they're not hidden or designed for spying, they're just there. CCTV are fitted in the corners of each room save the sleeping quarters. For security reasons, data from door scanners are held with Government for study. If she's sensing out observers, well there is the two young girls in the common room dancing over by the television, probably a chef in the kitchen and a tender at the self-service bar filling up barrels and cleaning mugs.

The agents didn't go in after them. With full access to scan data, CCTV (magically-interrupted as they were) and undercover agents serving within the base, they figured they didn't need to. They had work to do in locating Mechano, clearing up his mess and finding the remaining dimensionally displaced individuals.

Meanwhile inside the safehouse, the two girls had been dancing erratically, busting out breakdance moves and occasionally yelling "everyday I'm shuffling" to the now-showing MTV favourite Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. Their party however was suddenly cut short as people started to gather on the nearby sofas.

"Woah! Hey!" one of them yelled. "Who the heck are you guys?"

The other reached for a concealed firearm. "Don't be shi*ting us neither, 'cos we work for Batman!"

The paramedics looked on with shock horror as the dragon burnt away what was left of the police detective's corpse. The female agent's face was a full picture of disbelief. "You do realise what you just did what utterly stupid and uncalled for. This lady was evaluating that body for evidence, as could other departments of forensic science. That poor man's family might have even wanted him buried in the ground, not burnt into the ether. This is precisely the kind of cultural differences and misunderstandings that we're trying to manage. Whether you like it or not, we're going to keep following you and keep an eye on you at all times. Rogers, get them out of my sight." With that, she teleported out. Rogers fixed a device to the ground that opened a small teleportation beacon for the group of displaced foreigners to enter through. He could see some of them were getting impatient.

"Alright people, you heard the lady" he added. "Express journey to Founders Falls. Never mind one-at-a-time, just jump in!"

Once inside the common room's entrance hall, the first impression of the interiors was warm and homely with painted walls, bare bricks, tall fibreglass windows, wooden floorboards, carpets and rugs here and there and complimented with a fireplace, plants and greenery and black/silver technological appliances. Entrants would be welcomed by a security point with a gated door and palm-scanners. Beyond the gate was the open bar and common room. A long set of sofas sat at one end with the widescreen TV currently tuned in to MTV music channel. Two punk-haired dark-skinned thirteen-year old girls in short jeans and vests would be seen messing around and dancing to electro-pop music by Black Eyed Peas. Clearly the government agents had already housed some of the Kings Row interdimensional refugees who had not been in the Crab or Gunman battles.

Back at the secure door, the palm-scanner displays read 'Welcome to Accommodations Floor. Please present your palm for fingerprints and DNA sampling'.

Kay. Might as well keep the tomorrow meeting then. And have a second one, a 'prep' talk sort of thing an hour before it all kicks off?

Yeah.

It's really quite rubbish. I guess if the plans stay this way (a 6pm - 9pm battle) then we could have the meeting just before then.

Wednesday 11th, an hour of RP before the fighting starts. That sound alright with folks?

Exactly.

Up to peeps if they still want this meeting to go ahead. I think we could still squeeze some RP out of this. Even if it is just a one-day-war.

If ever Jacub's people show up again, I do believe that iPhone's abracadabra app would pick up on their locations.

In addition to Techbot's protectors, this adds another investigation to the list of possible arcs for a later time.

The other male agent, who was a touch more down to earth, was the first to remove his glasses. He approached the woman still clutching her swords. "You're right to be suspicious. In a world where nothing comes free, our gift would seem too good a thing. But look at it from our perspective. Our job is to maintain public safety and uphold a system of order. To do that, we have to keep an eye on you guys and what better way than to house you ourselves and fund your heroic careers. Besides, asylum seekers always get the best deals."

Agent Rogers pipped in to help calm the suspicious heroes. "He's right you know. Our government loves to pamper foreigners. Sure it's just another system of control, but what system isn't? Your penthouse base will be tracked and monitored, as will your hero ID but that's in the interest of public safety. Don't worry, there are privacy parameters set in place for you. Surely you understand?" Rogers turned to the sword-wielding woman with his trademark smile. "Ildela right? Founders Falls is not a trap. We can teleport you guys to your base right now and show you around at least. What do you say?"

Meanwhile in the spirit realm, Detective Dean Doyle was feeling a strange pulling sensation. Someone or something was trying to yank him back to the living. He didn't want that. To come back as something other, wasn't a choice he was happy making. Besides, where he was now, he considered better than life. He looked forward to being reunited with friends and family long gone. Thus, the phoenix resurrection failed to work. Doyle's charred muscle-and-bone form remained inanimate. The female agent and the waiting paramedics were starting to loose patience. They lifted the stretcher closer, as though ready to barge in.