February 2nd, 1974

So A Scorpion Cyborg Walks Into a Bar... It is the afternoon of Saturday, February 2nd, 1974. Boost has called you all in for a meeting of the minds before you head off your seperate ways on a saturday night. The club is pretty deserted at this hour. There are a few other people in the room the others in the group know are also Strangers. Max and his daughter are at the bar, though it's far too early for them to start serving hard drinks. There are still bright beams of sunlight pouring in through the high windows on the west side of the building.

Pogo has painted her van rainbow colors.

Pogo is rotating under the 'mirror ball' slowly, just looking up at it.

Pogo has been doing this for a little while now.

When Boost sees that everyone who is going to show up is present, he tries to wrangle everyone by the bar. "Come on in, folks. I need to have a word with you all."

Morph seems to be looking through a magazine. It unfolds and he grins appreciatively before closing it up and tossing it aside. He heads over to the bar. "What's up, Boss?"

Pulse closes his book and heads over to the bar. How'd he knows Boost was talking? Coincidence.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer is nursing a glass of water, looking like she hadn't slept very well the previous night. Thankfully she's already at the bar, although she raises her head when Boost beckons. "Hm?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran looks over to Pogo, he tries to gently guide her towards the others or at least face her in the right direction. "This way, lass."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn nods to Ciaran and heads over to the bar. He folds his arms over his chest and hangs back.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo follows, looking unbothered. She seems amazed by Glenn and Ciaran for the moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph grimaces as Pogo passes. That chick is strung out.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo doesn't seem to notice or care. She's tasting colors and feeling sounds right now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: Right. I'm just going to get right into. Last week's trip down into the floodways turned awful on us. The Strangers down there left after some coercion but I have a feeling we didn't really win many friends. I'd really like to make it up to them today if you will all volunteer some time. They've set up in a new place, much farther away from prying eyes. I'd like your help in getting them settled in. Who's with me?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Sure thing, Boss.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks at Oscar, sort of pointing at Pogo. "Is she...always like that?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: shrugs mutely.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph shrugs mutely.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: We need a better plan this time.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">A deliveryman comes in through the front door. He has a thick, frizzy beard and long hair tucked under a baseball cap. He's wearing brown shorts and sneakers. "I've got a package here for a... Rob Fuckalt?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is deaf.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is nodding at Boost though.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Fucka's here... over here, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph looks over at the deliveryman. "Wha?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo twirls Robert around.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer blinks, looking over at the deliveryman. "Who?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse twirls adequately.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is wearing more fringe than cher today, it's like she mugged a flapper. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo staggers into Caleb and then rights herself.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The delivery guy reports. "Rob Foo-cal-tah?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Fucka, yea...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Foucault. Yes, that's me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Man, what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -- Oh.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer gives an elaborate shrug to Oscar.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The delivery guy makes his way to Pulse with a yellow envelope and a clipboard. "Just gotta sign here, Mister Fowcult"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph elbows gravedancer. "It's Robbie's last name."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Oh!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse signs his name, as requested.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">He hands the envelope over. "Is this a discotech?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse opens the envelope with his finger, investigating its contents.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The delivery man leaves, feeling rejected by yet another group of people.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse wasn't rejecting you, Delivery Man, you just had other people to save from not having packages.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks over the envelope's contents with some curiosity.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo leans on Ciaren, looking vacantly off to one side of where Boost is standing.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: I think the girl should stay here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran: Again? Are you ever sober?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer turns back to Boost. "I can tag along, I guess. So long as I don't have to lift things." She is a weakling.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn looks at Pogo for a second, then back at the others. "She needs to rest."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Yeah, I second that motion.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse flips his message over, just in case, then pockets it, looking back at everyone from his position.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: We can lay her out somewhere comfy or take her back to her van before we go.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks between Glenn and Ciaran, like she's compensating for seeing double.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse heads over to the bar, rummaging around for a moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">There is a deep, thumping knock at the door. The edges of the door's frame, crack just slightly.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks in the direction of the door, "Milou needs in..."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Oh boy. Sounds like one of the big guys. How many big guys did we get, anyway?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Max is here already so...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: I bet it's Flabby.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer jumps a bit at the noise. She turns around on her stool to look at the door. "Who?" She looks bewildered.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">But Pogo! Milou is standing over there. The door shakes again, the hinges bend and nearly come right off.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is looking away, so doesn't catch the smashing at the door, but... "We need to be careful today. It's important."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: He's the guy that keeps breaking the glasses when he gets here? Jeez he must be...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Just get in here already!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Does...someone want to answer that?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo pushes away from the Glenns and starts toward the door.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo opens the door, looking down like she expects the dog to be there.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Girlie, where you going?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn catches up to Pogo and holds her arm. "You shouldn't go out there like this."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Come back to the others, have some water and sit down.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy looks up from his seat, over to the door. "Is she always high?" He asks, mostly to himself due to the distance.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo tries to free her arm.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The door flies off it's hinges and at Pogo and Glenn. The bits fly harmlessly off Pogo's field and are thrown off to the side before they can be of consequence to Glenn.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Oh-! <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer leans back on her stool. "What the--!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn pulls Pogo to the side wall, "Stay back, girlie."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo apparently can't figure out how hands work, so she can't untangle her arm from his grip.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Standing in the doorway is a the shape of a man that is easily 8 feet tall. The shape is twisted and almost inhuman. At it's side are two (relatively) smaller men. The largest of the group steps into the club. "I've been waiting a long time for this."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks to Oscar for anwers. "Who-what?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Uh. That ain't Flabby-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The other men are clearly more Silence Cultists but they look like they've tricked out with some new kind of gear you'd see in a science fiction show. They descend upon Glenn and Pogo first...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -OH -SHIT!-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: RUN!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Where?! -They- are at the door! <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran leaps to Glenn's and Pogo's defense, tossing a bottle at the giant man. It has no effect aside from causing him to turn his head.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn turns to Pogo, "Girlie, run back to the others. Now. I'll hold them."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The giant man, now clearly visible looks like some sort of horrible crossing of man and machine. One of his hands is a gruesome looking pincer, the other looks like some kind of cannon. Attached to the base of his spine is a long, segmented metallic tail. He seriously looks like something out of a sci fi author's worst nightmares.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn pulls his weapon out and aims at the big guy's kneecaps, "You've come into the wrong territory, pal!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy stares at the abomination dude, eyes wide. "...Good lord."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The shots hit true but seem to richochet off this monster's armored hide. It refocuses it's gaze on Glenn momentarily. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Byron. Use your ability on me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy pulls out the plated glove-thing he was working on a while back, putting it on. He clenches his fist, a whirring noise coming from it. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The first of the goons by the giant scorpolobster's side activates something on his wrist and a large red-pink shield made of what seems like solid light forms on his arm. He uses it guard himself and then starts to creep forward. The other Silence Cultist does the same, drawing a rifle at the same time. They start to creep into the club in unison. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer shoves off the bar, looking around for an exit. When she sees the door by the bathrooms, Jess starts to make a run for it. "Is there anything useful back there?!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -HIDE!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Maximo calls back to her. "We have the guns back there, in Byron's office." He tosses her a ring of keys.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer makes it into the men's bathroom. There's another Stranger in there, he seems to have accidentally messed himself in the commotion. He pulls his pants up and heads out the other door into the back. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">A bunch of the other strangers dash for the bathrooms when Gravedancer does. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo's field explodes around her sending the guys with shields flying forward onto the dance floor. One rises back up to his feet but the other one seems too fargone to get back up. The giant man seems out of sorts for a moment. Glenn is sent flying back toward the couch, which he brings with him on the way to the floor. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse pops up from behind the bar for a moment, to gesture at The Big Man with his pocket dish.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Scorpion-Man's body starts to shake into a blur around his torso. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost grabs at Pulse's shoulders from behind. He feels like just LEVELED UP SON. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph yells at the Strangers he doesn't know that well. "Man, HIDE!" He calls to them as his body shifts, gaining bulk and turning into thick grey matter. His fists become large and bulky, covered with nubs. He charges forward at the man still standing, aiming to smash him with the fists.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph's blows land on the Silence Goon's shield. He buckles slightly but stands tall. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">grabs his daughter and tries to lead the other Strangers out of harm's way and into the bathrooms.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Maximo grabs his daughter and tries to lead the other Strangers out of harm's way and into the bathrooms. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Scorpion Enhancile charges at Morph, whipping his tail around to hit him in the gut.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The tail misses him by an inch. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran dashes through the opening made by Pogo and Morph to grab his brother, he tries to drag him off to cover behind some tables. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy aims his fist towards the Scorpion Cyborg, sections along the back of the hand starting to glow, the whirring becoming louder.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Scorpion Enhancile ducks the blast. It hits behind him knocking dust and debris into his face. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Shield guy brings his blaster over his shield and fires off a shot at Morph. The other Shield guy gets back his feet, but still looks out of it.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The blast singes then bounces off of Oscar, hitting the roof and blowing a small hole clean through. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -LASERS!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer fumbles with the keys, then makes a break for Byron's office. GOIN TO GET THEM GUNS. "I'm going for the office!" <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer sees the other Stranger with the messed pants go down in a blast. She just barely squeezes by and makes it to through the door for the backroom. What a shame.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Another Silence Goon is in the hall, taking pot shots at whoever passes through. If the others make a run this way.... <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo's field is out, she feels really out of sorts and is out in the open now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo hides under the table she's at

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is now having a bad trip, thanks everyone <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse maintains his effect on the big guy, remaining behind the cover of the bar.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Scorpion Enhancile continues to rumble as he makes his clomping, stomping way to Morph. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost takes shots at the intruders with a handgun from behind the counter but ain't hitting shit. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph tries to hit the same guy again, becoming much more aware of impending Scorpidoom.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph knocks the man down onto his ass, his shield wavers to the side, leaving him open for followup shots. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph's hammerhands land a blow on the Scorpoborg's face, hitting his square in his deformed jaw. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Maximo tries to drag his boss off into the bathroom for his own safety.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Scorpion Enhancile lunges at Morph with his pincer hand, landing the hit square in Oscar's gut. That looks like it hurt like hell. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph doubles over with the pincery gut punch. Ouch.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran gets Glenn back behind the counter without disturbing Pulse's mojo. He looks his brother over for serious injuries. "Nothing you can't sleep off." He pats him affectionately.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn shakes his head and jumps up to a kneel. "I'm ok," he grits his teeth. "Damn." He peeks up over the bar, scanning the room as he brings his gun up. "These people are trouble."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo throws up under the table, but it's okay because there was a jacket there to catch it all. Whose jacket was it? No idea.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn aims for the big guy's neck and shoots, then ducks back down behind the bar. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn's shots tear through the armor this time and a shot even ends up going through the giant's cheek. The freakish creature looks amazed that someone actually hurt him. His blood looks unnaturally dark. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy brings the gauntlet up again, palm facing the big dude. Energy arcs off of the surface of the gauntlet-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The electric blast arms through the air and hits the big guy in the chest. He takes another in a series of hits, looking slighty cooked now. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The shield guy lobs a grenade at Morph over his shield. "Stretch this, freakshow!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The grenade explodes into a black cloud and then quickly hardens around his legs, pinning him to the ground. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Guns! They said there were guns in the back!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph flails around trying to free his legs. It's just embarassing to watch.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo doesn't use guns, unless she does

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer slams the door shut behind her, then looks around frantically! She heads for the office, going to unlock the door and (hopefully) find something to use.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer sees a gunrack on the back wall of the office. There are several pistols and shotguns neatly lined up with boxes of ammo below. Outside, you hear another scream as potshotter claims another victim. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo does some sort of leaping joust, slamming down in the middle of all the baddies (and Oscar, who is a jerkface) and then taking off again to land near Robert.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo's attack hits hard, knocking the giant back into the wall and his partner headfirst into a table. Oscar is blown across the floor and knocked onto his back. His legs are still bound by the hardened black goop. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo ends up near the counter, her field out again. She looks so very tired, like she could pass out at any moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse glances between everyone in the fray for a moment, then turns his stability-weakening pulsewave toward Oscar's goop-encrusted kicks. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph kicks free of his shoe prison with Pulse's assistance and noodlelegs up to a standing position.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph Then charges that poor sucka on his knees. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph takes the goon by surprise and slams him into the wall hard, leaving a man shaped indentation before he goes slumping down along the wall. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The big scorpion guy makes his way out to the door, but only makes it halfway through.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Scorpion Enhancile is bracing against the doorframe for support, his circuits must be scrambled.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn moves to the corner, motioning for Pulse to get down. He stands up briefly and takes a shot at the Scorpion dude before ducking behind the bar again.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran leaps over the counter to check on Pogo. "You alive, girl?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Milou is licking at Pogo's face.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is clearly dazed, she's on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn's shots hit the back of the big guy, causing him to spasm as they hit. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy shoots oscar

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy no but really, fires GAMMA BLASTS at the Scorpborg.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy's blast hits the scorpoborg and pushes him out into the street as he stumbles. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer grabs a shotgun and some ammo, then runs back towards the hallway where the potshot guy is taking...potshots. She peeks out of the door, hefting the shottie under an arm.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer's shotgun blast glances off the potshotter sending him reeling back behind his corner. He curses audibly. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is getting doglicked and yelled at by Ciaran. "Hey, you there?" <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo crawls behind the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks at Robert and Glenn and gives them the 'fuck what's your excuse' reaction on finding them behind the bar too

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran watches her do this, amazed at her dedication to her hobby.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse shrugs slightly, then glances over the bar to reassess the situation and, not seeing scorpodouche, blasts one (or both) minions.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Silence goons are kentucky fried chicken doubledowned. Time paradox. <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Is everyone okay?!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran: Mostly. I'll check the bathrooms.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph nods and heads outside to chase Scorpoborg!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy was sat in his chair the entire time. "Fine."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo drinks whiskey and just lounges behind the bar.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer sees Maximo's tiny daughter leap out of the bathrooms into the hallway. She yells out in as scary a voice as she can muster. "CAZZO!" Her form blurs and charges forward into the potshotter, shooting him down the entire length of the hall and through the wall into the parking lot.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer stares.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: What just.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is deaf. Missed absolutely all of that.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: I don't know.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Oscar leaps out into the street into daylight in pursuit of the Scorpoborg. Upon stepping out, he immediately regrets this decision. The street and sidewalk are lined up with even more Silence cultists. In the sky overhead a news chopper is struggling to maintain an angle on the action below. Busted.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">TO BE CONTINUED