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COME ON AND SLAM

WHO: Everyone! Especially YOU!
WHERE: The International Moon Research Base, Mare Nubium, THE MOON
WHEN: April 18th, all day
WHAT: Aegis Force, the government-funded imPort peacekeeping team, is hosting this month's Swear-In to promote their ideals of teamwork and cooperation! Come compete and spectate in the SPACE SLAM, the sporting event that's out of this world! Also featuring a LUNAR DISCO, a DIPLOMATIC EVENT, and a BATTLE AGAINST ATTACKING ROBOTS! Wait, what was that last one?
WARNINGS: Violence, awkward locker rooms. Any questions or issues, hit up the OOC post!

PART I: THE SWEAR-IN

Welcome to the Moon, imPorts! You arrive through the Porter in the base's atrium dome, designed in a futuristic style that emphasizes sleek, spotless white surfaces. You will immediately notice how much less you weigh here in the Moon's low-gravity environment- be careful jumping, or you may hit the ceiling!

Before you can get to the main event, you'll have to pass through strict security comparable to an airport experience (if the airport was surrounded by merciless vacuum and filled with flammable oxygen). Any weapons will have to be surrendered and locked up by base personnel during the event, unless you can convince officials to make an exception. Once past security, airlock tunnels will lead to the Base's other domes, where the main body of the Swear-In will be today.

The RESIDENCE dome is the largest of the interlinked habitable bubbles that make up the main Moon Base, holding tourist hotels, staff apartments, restaurants, and even a grassy park beneath a glass dome offering a view of the Earth above. Crowds are thick today, as plenty of people have flocked to the Moon to behold the heavily-advertised SPACE SLAM. The Slam is an Aegis-sponsored live-streamed sporting event, game show and fundraiser where imPorts assemble themselves into teams of 2 - 6 characters and compete in different challenges, held in hotel gyms and in the park. Giant screens and bright holo-displays notify of the different causes benefiting from today’s event, including the Endeavor Centre, SELF, and HOPE. Participating characters can choose any or all of:

1. Basketball - but of course. A court has been set up, and the stands are packed with cheering fans. Two teams face off and try to get the ball through each other’s hoops!
2. Battle Royale - the obligatory superhero sparring fight, available in free-for-all and team-vs.-team editions. Square off against with your rivals in an open arena and show the world who’s the toughest- just don’t kill or seriously maim anybody in the fray, or you’ll be disqualified!
3. Low-gravity laser tag - the less violent alternative to the Battle Royale, again in free-for-all or team-vs-team options. Grab your vest and plastic light gun and bounce your way into the neon-lit Zap Zone for a match!
4. Irritation Lane - a particularly challenging event, part demolition derby, part go-karting race. Your team must choose and customize their own ground vehicle(s) in a garage with sixty minutes to spare, working from pre-existing chassis like rugged old-fashioned moon buggies, light and fast hover cycles, and the massive heavy-footed Lunar Construction Mech. Decorate and modify your creations as you please and outfit them with nonlethal weapons like glue-foam missiles, EMP mines, net launchers, and smoke screens. Then put on a space suit and face your rivals in a thrilling race around the track that’s been constructed outside the base, complete with soaring low-gravity jumps and daring shortcuts through twisty, narrow canyons!
5. Charades - livestreamed to the entire planet so EVERYONE can see you choking as you try to think of how to mime a banana without looking like a pervert.
6. Competitive karaoke - livestreamed to the entire planet so EVERYONE can see you choking as you try to hit those high notes on ‘Don’t Stop Believing.’
7. Cooking contest - hop into a futuristic, well-stocked kitchen in one of the hotels with your team and roll up your sleeves. You’ve got an hour to whip up a dish that will impress, after which you’ll share your creation with other Swear-In attendees. The more delicious your cooking, the more votes you’ll get when it comes time for judging!
8. Dance-off - does your team have the moves to win over the audience? Put together a killer routine and show what you’ve got!
9. Bouncy castle endurance contest - A massive bouncy castle awaits in a huge room on one of the lower floors of the dome, with protective pads covering the walls and floors and ceilings. Get on the castle with your teammates and jump, jump, jump sky-high in the lowered gravity! Keep jumping no matter what, even if the opposing team tries to knock you off the castle. The team with the last people still bouncing wins this contest!
10. Lunar volleyball - the moondust on the moon’s surface is kind of like sand, isn’t it? At any rate, someone has set up a net outside the Residence dome and space suits are available for those who want to see how hard they can spike a ball in low-gravity.

Holographic and force field technology is in play during these events to ensure everyone's safety in the fragile environment of the Moon Base. Teams of metahumans are also competing, if you want to play out your team playing against NPCs. Before and after your matches, you may want to huddle with your team to discuss strategy and get psyched, engage in some trash talk with your rivals to get in their heads, and give interviews to clustering reporters about how you and your teammates are going to play hard, you know, just give it your very best. Locker rooms are also available for you and your teammates to get changed and shower in, which may or may not be excruciatingly awkward for you. Good luck and have fun, imPorts!

Once you’ve had your fill of the adrenaline of the Space Slam, why not move into the Embassy Dome for a more relaxing and mingle-friendly time? A LUNAR DISCO is happening in the gorgeous Grand Ballroom at the dome’s top level, with huge windows offering a gorgeous view of the cosmos, music to groove to across the marble floor, and a spread of free appropriately-themed snacks and drinks. Among the refreshments is finger food from The Nickel, and Abigail Hobbs will be playing the harpsichord. If you feel like you need to get outside for some (lack of) air, you can also step away for a moonwalk tour, ambling across the desolate gray lunar landscape in a space suit or a clear sealed 'hamster ball' under the supervision of base staff.

You may also find yourself on the Earth Viewing Deck, an elegant lounge dominated by a vast window view of the Earth, with soft music, low lighting, and private alcoves for personal conversation. Here is where the political aspect of the Swear-In comes into play. Not only is there a desk staffed by a government official where you can declare yourself Registered or Unsettled, but there are also optional conversation-starting name tags available with prompts like ‘I’m (INSERT FACTION/ALLEGIANCE HERE), ask me why’ or ‘I am a (INSERT SPECIES/PROFESSION/OTHER RELEVANT IDENTITY HERE), ask me anything’ or ‘I’m (REGISTERED/UNSETTLED), change my mind!’ The goal of this event is encouraging imPorts to talk to each other and resolve issues within their community peacefully and proactively, easing possible disputes before they end up making more work for Aegis.

PART II: ROBOT ATTACK!!
Things run smoothly until late in the evening of the event, when the buzz is immediately killed by a shrill siren, cutting through conversation and competition alike. A hushed silence falls over the gathering, broken by nervous murmuring. Those with experience in these things already know what’s happening: a Swear-In is about to go to hell again.

An eerily calm announcement sounds over the base’s PA system: ”Red Alert. Red Alert. Hostile forces closing on base perimeter. Lockdown protocol now in effect. All civilians are directed to proceed in a calm and orderly manner to the Atrium Porter for evacuation to Earth. All security staff and heroes to your emergency stations. This is not a drill.”

The announcement repeats once, and then the siren resumes. Time to make a decision, imPorts. Are you a civilian who will be evacuating with other noncombatants? Or are you a hero who will stay behind and defend the Moon Base from the oncoming assault?

If you’re evacuating, you can still help to guide and assist the streams of civilians- scientists, VIPs, reporters, tourists, some of them panicking- back to the overcrowded Porter. Once you’re safely back on Earth via the Porter base of your choosing, there’ll be little left to do but huddle with others and wait for news of the crisis unfolding far above the sky, as bits and pieces of information trickle in from the news and social media.

Those of you who choose to buy time for the evacuation by staying to defend the base will find yourselves in a dire situation. Because the Moon Base was built for tourism, science, and diplomacy as a symbol of peace, and thus has no real defenses. It has sensors though, and base staff report at least fifty contacts approaching from all around the base, most of them headed for the Science Dome, home of the base’s labs, lecture hall, and archives, with maybe ten minutes before they arrive. Barely enough time to retrieve your gear (if any) from security and come up with a plan!

First, you’ll have to decide where to make your stand. Will you don a space suit and venture onto the lunar surface in unarmed buggies and shuttles, trying to intercept the enemies before they reach the base itself? Your daring may spare damage to the base and its inhabitants, but out there on the bleak grey dust of the Moon most of you will be only one suit rupture away from a terrible death! You’ll be safer defending from within the base itself, where at least there’s shelter.

The oncoming robots come in two varieties: beefy KILLER ROBOT SPACE LIZARDs, and more subtle COPYCAT DROIDS. The lizards are seven feet long, tough and armoured, equipped with razor teeth and claws, an electric tail, and laser-beam eyes. They also lay ACID-BOMB EGGS that characters will have to disable or dispose of before they burst, corroding the Moon Base still further and causing structural damage. But they're really just the demolition crew for the base, and not that dangerous to imPorts compared to the smaller cats.

These bad kitties are prowling for imPorts, and will fire energy beams at them from their heads, attempting to steal their ~~talent~~ powers. If the beam strikes true, not only is the imPort de-powered until the Copycat is destroyed, but the Copycat will also morph into liquid metal and shift into a metallic copy of the imPort in question, complete with their powers and any specialized gear they may have, which they'll immediately use to wreak havoc on imPorts and natives alike. Get ready to experience firsthand what it’s like to be powerless in the face of a superpowered attacker!

As lasers flash, heroes smash, and robots explode, the Moon Base will begin taking damage despite the best efforts of characters. Injured staff will cry out for assistance and rescue, falling debris will threaten to pin people to the floor, hull breaches will threaten to drain the base’s oxygen and blow people out into space, and fires and explosions will wrack the Science Dome in particular as the robots try to detonate its volatile experiments and power sources to wipe out the entire base!

By the end of the fray everyone at the Moon Base will have been evacuated alive if not necessarily uninjured while all robots are disabled. However, there will have been heavy damage to the Science Dome in particular. Your characters can get started on repair and recovery if they want to stick around. Either way, the bravery shown by imPorts defending the Swear-In will result in EVERYONE being declared a winner at the Space Slam!

In the aftermath, characters will be able to glean more information about what just happened and why. It appears the robots ‘hatched’ from pods buried around the perimeter of the base in response to an activation signal. Apparently these pods have been lying in wait for over a year, while the Moon Base itself was still under construction as a highly-public imPort-led project! Those who are familiar with the history of the Otherworld Technologies Organization (OTO) may find familiarity in the design of the robots and pods. It would hardly be the first time the more extreme OTO elements were alleged to have pitted their killer machines against imPorts and civilians alike…

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He nods in agreement; rueful and understanding. Luther's curiosity has been hopelessly piqued about Aegis Force -- these dashing uniformed men and women, their straight spines and strong handshakes -- but he can't bring himself to pry too deep, or even begin to consider the fledgling hope starting to lodge itself in his chest. Not just yet.

So, instead, he sticks to the easy politesse and easy gratitude: "Anyway-- you've put on a really good event. My brother's really enjoying the games. Thanks, for all you've done." It really couldn't have been a better-placed swear-in for the man formerly known as Spaceboy.

(Though it's all going to go so very wrong in a few hours, anyway, but they don't know that yet.)

[Dira has seen this before, so knows what is expected. She shakes his head and shrugs her shoulder. She knows that is a motion meant to show casual opinions.]

Earth is an interesting planet. People are...people. I am learning more how they function and their motivations. The diversity of the imPort population makes it more unique.

"Luther." And on the heels of that sharp competence, the instinctive way Ruby spins right back into being lookout, Number One makes a quick decision. To use the resources at his disposal, and accept a useful combatant where he can: "Alright. If you want to find more civilians, then let's do that. I'll take point, and you keep an eye on our six, and the sides. Shout if you see anyone, and we'll get them to the Porter. Sound good?"

What surprises him more about all this, really, is how easy it is to slide back into those old habits. Team leader, delivering orders. But the civilians are what matter -- they're what he's always been raised and taught to think of as his priority -- so the fact that she's hell-bent on saving them aligns nicely with Luther's own goals, right about now.

That earns a smile. "It's genuinely a new start for me. My old world didn't want me, but this one, well, at least I know the entity in control of the porter wanted me here. So the odds are I can be useful here, and people generally like others for their usefulness if nothing else."

She looked back at earth.

"I would have chosen to come here in a heartbeat if asked. Maybe not even taken the time to make sure the world wasn't crawling with, I don't know, undead? Murdersauruses?" She looks back to him. "Did I say that right? I've only ever seen it in text."

It catches in her chest. That still small first word. All the world of surprise in it, that makes the earlier ones hit harder. Small though they were. Or maybe it's not that. Maybe it's what it says that they didn't: that he'd care. That he didn't think it would work. Maybe, even, that it mattered at all. That he might have been worried. About something in all of this. Aside from just putting up with her anger or matching distance.

It makes her have to swallow, pushing words even further away.

But there's a small part of her. Wary still, and aware. Of just what he's said.
That knows that words are wind, and they don't hold up in court. Or life, either.

Knows he's saying he doesn't know how to say, to give -- when he still knew how to do exactly part of what made him a great leader. The other part of that. Knew what to do, what to say, to make her do what he'd wanted. That it'd gotten her to open up say things to him she hadn't said to any of their other siblings that week. That it'd gotten her to believe he'd finally decided to back her up, but only just to get her out of his hair, to make her his distraction.

That there were other things still, too out of reach.
Just looking over at him as he rolled his shoulders,
a display in itself, of clear visual,

on the other greatest topic that was out of reach.

The silence that lingers isn't empty for her, but it's not tense either, and Allison can be grateful for that much. It's not perfect, but it's nice to be able to just breathe for a moment, not ready for the defensive. Even if there's a faint huff of breath, that probably would have been something like the small scoff of a laugh if her body were on board for making any sound anymore, at Luther's words. That says with a single glance that was a bit predictable, written as bright in the sky as the stars and that planet.

She knew that would come sooner or later, too.

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Cool.

It's the world's biggest understatement, as ever, but Allison's smile is infectious and therefore it's so, so obvious from the growing grin on Luther's face that he's delighted, too. Realising that you had this unknown capability all along, an unexpected additional ability.

Then he pauses, mentally backtracks again to how she'd first described it. And because he remains, to this day, Sir Reginald Hargreeves' son, Luther goes ahead and says it:

'Mission communications'. God, what I would've given to have had something like this in the field.

[Finn chuckles.]

We totally should! I think those judges will be hungry - hungry for some good old cheese!

[He gives another fist bump to punctuate that! And then as she sings again, this time he's ready to cover his parts!]

It's true. They're all a tangled skein of contradictions and complications. Because as awful as the sheer futility and uselessness his moon mission became, and how lonely those years were, of course Luther still loves it on some level, still finds it catching his breath now that he's back on it. His disillusionment with Reginald is newfound, still blistering and raw -- and yet he still hears that sharp whipcrack of their father's voice in the back of his head sometimes, a reminder to keep his shoulders back and spine straight. Those perfectly-crisp enunciated words, flaying him down to the bone. (What would a leader do, Number One?)

Just as Allison's phantom therapist guards over her thoughts, so too does Luther's watchdog. It's just a far less pleasant one.

"Do you... have any questions?" he asks, then, tentatively. "I don't know much more besides what Pogo told me, but."

But he doesn't want to slam that door shut if there's something more she wants to know; not when their latest problem was a failure to communicate. It's not resolved (how could it be?), but it's progress. Before he packs it away as clinically and compartmentalised as any Hargreeves has ever done -- although the one door remains cracked open, for Allison, only.

Luther's smile spreads across his face, even in the changing lights of the room, and they must look like idiotic children, who've forgotten they aren't children, but Allison can't bring herself to care for that moment. Her shoulders shaking a little in at the sheer lunacy of it, even if she can't laugh, at the disparity between the absolutely underwhelmed four-letter word he chooses, just fills her vision, and that smile just beyond it, in front of him.

Inflated relief, stupified giddiness.

That she can speak. (That she can talk to him.)
That somehow she can be heard. (That he can hear her.)

That he sobers it a little, doesn't surprise her. Returning to where she started. Her rambled explanation of pushing words out, when she was explaining and hoping it just wouldn't be too weird.

Well, we have it now. We'll have to tell the others about it, too.

There's a momentary pensiveness at the words, rereading them in her vision.
One in specific. But she sends it anyway.

Only a million.

The words form almost as fast as she thinks them. Easier than she thinks they should. When they catch in her throat, in front of her eyes, and it's so true it almost feels too true. Like she's handing him something too big, too honest, too irremovable, even after a week of days and nights of trying to, when she has every reason not to.

There are so many reasons, and yet she still wants to know. Of course, she does. It's Luther.

The last time it came up, this side of Luther finding out, when she did, had been the worst moment, and possibly the worst way to find it, and several other things, out. Before that, it takes a moment to even try to place it, but before that, was even further. Was the time he'd actually been telling her, about his time on the moon, when they heard the gunfire in the house and that night had ended with the first secret he hadn't wanted to share. That she knew only two or three lines about.

That was the extent of it all. The moon before; being on the moon.

They really were shit at this now, weren't they?

The three words sit there, and it's the truth. That's what she comes back to, thinking all of it. It's the truth, and she doesn't want to know if she has it in her to lie at this second. Doesn't want to know. Doesn't want to do it. With him. If she's choosing not to do it with Vanya, no matter how Vanya decided to strike out in the worst situation of her life, made worse by having Allison in it -- didn't she owe him, owe Luther, especially Luther, the same?

She couldn't even ask herself the question of why that was so much harder, and easier, both, at the same second.

She sends the message and looks over. Trying not to cover it entirely. Every emotion behind it.

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There's the irrational kneejerk response that hits him first, like a jealous kid -- no, this is their thing now, their own little corner of privacy carved out amongst all the noise and chaos, a way to have Allison within reach, anytime and anywhere, he doesn't want to share -- but then the responsible team leader side kicks in. Knowing that the rest of them need to know their capabilities, too. And besides: Luther does want to be able to reach the others quickly, in the event of an emergency. It's useful. So he nods, agreeing.

Then.

I'm ready to get the hell out of here if you are, he thinks-writes, and even in bare text she can guess his unease with their surroundings. His fraying nerves when it comes to the crowds, the sheer amount of people packed in around them. (He can't handle this environment sober; is still too straightlaced to really cut loose and enjoy it as he did that one time.)

And so, eventually, they leave -- to wander the rest of the base, to meet up again at the residential park.

To address the elephant in the room, under their feet.

To talk.

"Sounds good. If you see anyone, let me know. My prescription is out of date, so you might see people I don't since I'm mostly relying on movement speed for anything too far away to see clearly."

With that said, she got into position, not once stopping her lookout.

She had a good feeling about this partnership. This person was competent, and he was taking the actions she would if she were leader of a group. And he was more suited for them, being in a position to actually physically withstand the attacks of the robots.

This was definitely going to work out for the best.

The message pops up in the corner of her vision, then, as their eyes meet: Fire away. And I'll try my best.

Luther's dropping the ball in her court, like he's done before (What do you want from me?). But it comes from honestly not knowing where to start: what to focus on, how deep to go. Testing the waters and letting Allison steer. Because navigating something like this is a minefield, and one he's unaccustomed to -- it's not a problem that can be solved with good, clean, honest combat or punching things. It's infinitely more difficult, and requires much harder work. He's too used to his thoughts chasing themselves in circles in his head or being pinned down on paper, rather than being shared with another human being.

There's that perpetual fear dogging him, that he'll put his foot in his mouth and say entirely the wrong thing again if he just starts talking unprompted.

Allison waits while he does no more than look at her, and then the words pop up in her vision. There's a tiny start to her shoulders, which marks her quirk her mouth a little self-consciously. Given its exactly what she's doing to him, and he's taking it absolutely in stride at this point. She reads the words and then looks back to him.

The poise of possibility. In Luther's face. In Luther's eyes. The switch.
Greater than the second that Jacob showed her how and said she got it right.

Because that was only words. All of it. Only words. Words that could be knocked down and picked up, and the offer in those words so much broader. But the uncertainty in Luther's eyes, even as he tries leaves her there. Leaves her right there, on that ledge, on the almost. Not a single word appearing. Not sure of how to take a breath. She knows the things she wants to ask about. She knows the sheer force of the desperate want to know behind it is harder than a punch.

But she knows that's not how it works either. She'll never get to any of those things by demanding them now. Everything she's learned. Every way she's learned it. He's been there. The foyer. The infirmary. The basement. The bowling alley. The concert hall. They aren't places to start. They are places to keep being stuck. Keep being hurt. Being angry. Shoving up walls, pinpointing the obvious in glaring words no one could handle, when what's said can't ever change the past, or the present.

It's definitely nothing at all that can help build any tenuous future possibility.
Not this expression waiting for her to decide. Demand. Dissect.

That's not what she wants it to come from. Not if, or when, it can.
Not from tension. Wariness. Weariness. Obligation. Fear.

And if anything in this place can convince Allison to consider anything like a long term plan,
it's the face she's staring up into. The one that she has to believe will still be with her,

here and home, again, if she makes one.

The one that she strains through it all for the last not-terrible moment, and maybe it is the one she'd only just remembered. The one that, yes, had ended with him standing in the foyer, staring at her through the darkness, with his face like a beacon of terror and horror and shame while she could even think. But before that. Before all of that. When they'd been sitting, and talking. And maybe things weren't exactly perfect. But they'd been. Okay. Trying.

Allison opened the box with her mind and started, trying not to care how long she'd taken, thinking on it, looking at him, and wrote the simplest thing, maybe, just as on the nose and about time as everything else.

Tell me about the moon.

Not about Dad. Or any of that.
Screw Dad, and all of it. He's dead.

Tell me more about your finally being on the moon.
~~You~~ We never got to finish that conversation in the attic.

And then, just like that, with the practiced expertise of handling Luther Hargreeves for years, no matter how rusty now: Allison knows exactly the right thing to say. (Because he could steer her awry in that concert hall and push her in the direction he wanted-needed, but likewise, she knows how to deal with him, too. That road goes two ways.)

So that wary tension bleeds out of his shoulders. The smile that flickers across his face is relieved; grateful; he knows what she's done and so does she.

And so, Luther starts to talk. They sit beneath one of those impossible trees, shoulder-to-shoulder and close in each others' space as they'd been in that attic, looking down at the Earth rather than up at the satellite, an inverse mirror of the view they'd had then, and

he tells her about the moon.

Ashley shakes her head. "She waited," she explains. "Hung around until the robots all had their backs to his body, then she brought him back. He took a beating before he went down - no, he baited a beating to keep them away from me - but when Sundance got him back up, it was like he'd never been hurt."

It was unsettling as all hell, especially as she could do nothing but watch as he got hurt. She still feels guilty for causing it.

"Not like you," she adds, with a concerned look for the wince. "You okay?"

"That's a very pragmatic attitude to have." Once again, he's impressed by how mature Ruby seems. She's clearly been through a lot, and it has shaped her into quite the remarkable young woman.

"It's alright to give in to your fear, sometimes, though. You don't have to be in control all the time."

"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you there." She gives him a polite smile. "Allowing fear to take control can turn an otherwise safe situation into a dangerous one. Feeling fear is fine, allowing it to help inform you when a situation could be dangerous is too. But allowing it to be the thing in control can cause a person to do things that are very, very unwise."

She thinks of all the times that someone allowed their fear to keep them from running to a better piece of cover and decides she is absolutely right in this situation.

Really bad. Monsters came pourin' out. And I mean it, there were so many it looked like flood. Baaad day.

[He shrugs.]

But 'cha don't gotta worry about that. This Moon isn't infested with inter-dimensional space monsters. Probably.

That's... fascinating, actually. Are you the only one who can fire it, then?

[ He does a flip and spears another robot. Nailed it. ]

Nah, I reckon someone else with the Gift could lift it from me if it came to it. Happens from time to time, although Hunters generally have trouble touchin' Solar Light so I doubt they'd need to.

"I'm banged up," Jacob admits, bowing his head. He immediately regrets it when a muscle in his neck twinges. "Not just on the outside, either. I planned a party and delivered a shooting gallery. But I'll be fine."

He has to be fine. There's no real option not to be fine, not if he wants to keep going with what he's doing, i.e. trying to help save the world. In the past, Jacob wondered how Shepard could do it- come back from the dead, straight into a firefight, and immediately pick up the fight against the Reapers. Now he gets it. She had to.

"You're welcome, Luther." Jacob says it with warmth, and gives Luther a farewell handshake just for good measure. "I'm glad you and your family are having a good time. Thanks for coming out, and for your interest."

He's already impressed with the cut of Luther's proverbial jib. And while Aegis isn't currently pursuing new recruits, they aren't going to be complaining about anyone's interest in their ranks either....

Finn blinked at her, surprised at the turn this conversation took.

"I, uh-" His childhood wasn't exactly normal, to put lightly. Finn had no idea what youth imPorts would like. Apparently, from the way she talked, he was in her targeted demographic.

Slowly, unsure, he shrugged. But he owed her an answer. "Music? Dancing, maybe? They seem to like that here."

Wonder how it would interact with powers from other worlds.

[ Mostly that's just a hypothetical - especially right now. ]

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COME ON AND SLAM

annnnd yours to close? :*

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could poss fade out on them heading out and being bamfs together?

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done!

Sounds great to me BD

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& done ♥

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you got it! :)

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