Who: Genos and Saitama
What: They talk about the weirdos they've met so far.
Where: Genos and Saitama's apartment.
When: Early July
Warnings: N/a

Genos was taking a break from his obsessive guitar practice only to do some research on the computer and then replace a string. He really needed to work on not catch strings on the unforgiving joints of his fingers. This would be much easier if he wasn't stuck with his combat arms, but there was nothing to do about it. Finding the parts for other sets of arms would be pointless, no one he'd yet met could build and attach them.

So he was carefully replacing a string, sitting next to an already full notebook of notes he'd taken from his research. The notebooks concerned Saitama were in a neat stack by the sparsely populated bookcase.

[A. VIDEO: invitation to spa]

[In the comfort of her own home, Grell sits in her home office while her cleaning robot....cleans, roomba style, while dusting and playing some classical music, all the while in the background.]

While this may not be an opportune time, I'd like to invite anyone willing to the spa here at Heaven's Court. It's entirely my treat, as we're all in need of pampering at times. Deluxe treatments are at an extra cost, which I'll not be covering, but would highly recommend.

My offer stands for today and tomorrow.

[B. At the spa]

[Grell is getting the deluxe treatment: manicure, pedicure, and occasionally fed grapes while lounging in a leather chair. Her hair is already cleaned and dried, so it looks exceptionally glossy. Who else opted for the deluxe treatment?]


[C. Different day: After Life]

Choose: On duty, off duty, on the way to work, bump into Grell any time!


[D. Different Different day: Making a racket]

[So a redhead walks into the dry cleaners one day, and walks up to the counter. While she has a light smile on her face, the middle aged gentleman doesn't look as pleased to see her. It's just before closing, and Grell is wearing her usual work attire, and not a single thing to give in for cleaning in her hands.

Once she's close enough, Grell places her palms on the counter and leans a bit forward before speaking.]

Did you listen to the message I left? I'd hate to have to leave another.

[The man just grits his teeth, debating on talking back to her, but thinks better and just nods.]

Good! [Grell straightens her posture and grins, placing a hand on her waist.] Then what are you waiting for?

[The bell signaling the door has been opened by someone coming in sounds off.]

Don't keep a girl waiting~! [Grell looks over her shoulder to see who came through the door.]


[E. Same Day?? Different Place!]

[On an empty wall, there is what appears to be a message written in blood. It isn't really blood, but it's damn near close to it! It appeared one fine morning! The message simply says:

WELCOME BACK ESPIO

Anyone is able to see this message, and it easily washes off with water.]


[F. Wildcard: Choose Your Own Adventure!]

Go Wild!!

Action: Nova City - Various Locations

Thank you very much. I will be back again!

[ Adela seems rather cheerful after leaving a hardware store in Nova City, a couple of bags in the back of her chair holding several custom-ordered parts, tools, and other various equipment she needs. She'll need to order metal slabs to actually buffer and mould into the main parts she needs, but still. It feels like things are finally coming together.

At the end of the month, with the help of the doctors in Nova City, she'll be able to perform the surgery-- ]

Oh!

[ She has to yank back on the wheels of her chair in order to force herself to stop before she can run into the person in front of her. After a beat she relaxes, sitting up properly and seeming a little sheepish. ]

Sorry about that. Are you all right?

Action: Genessia – Library

[ As good of a mood as she's in, Adela probably is still devoting far too much of her time to studying. She'd argue that it's necessary for her to put so much time into it, but in all honesty she probably needs a break as well. Case in point, how she is at the library.

Sure, getting out of the apartment to do her reading every so often is important simply so that she doesn't go crazy from being in one place most of the time. Bringing her text books to the library is another necessary step, and because of the lack of barcoding it's clear that they're hers instead of the Library's. However, what she probably shouldn't be doing is taking a nap on top of one of the open text books.

Unfortunately, that is exactly what she's doing.

So now there's a red-headed girl in a wheelchair sleeping on her books. Care to help correct that? ]

Private Video to Angelo, Yang Xiaolong, Ace D. Portgas, Marco, Smoker, Levy McGarden, Fai D. Flowright, Ryou Bakura, Yugi Mutou, and Atem

[ When the video feed turns on, the previously clean bedroom of Adela's now looks like an automail bomb went off in it. There are parts and tools set everywhere, though it seems like it's done with purpose instead of simply being a mess. She doesn't exactly have a real workshop, after all. She... Might also have to apologize to Angelo for it later, though at least it seems like she has the sense to make sure towels are laid out on the floor to catch any oil and grease stains so that none of it touches the carpets.

Adela herself is a mess too, wearing a full body suit that has already gotten quite a few stains on it and having some black smudges across her face and hands – probably from not being careful enough. She stretches her arms above her head a bit before turning fully to the camera, wearing a bright smile that she honestly thought she wouldn't be able to feel like showing so soon. She figures at least these people should know what she plans on doing, though.

Hopefully, she can successfully hide the nervousness and apprehension she's feeling for the future while sharing this. ]

I have some good news for all of you. I am almost done working on the port, and I will be performing the attachment surgery at the end of the month. With some luck, I should be able to begin re-learning to walk with my automail leg soon.

Private Video to Angelo

Regarding that surgery... I was hoping to ask for your help with the healing process. It will still take time for me to get used to my new leg, but if you could help me heal from the surgery itself it may help to reduce that time significantly.

[The video feed shakes slightly, before clearing to reveal a small dark-haired woman in turn-of-century garb. She lifts up the communication device and turns it about disdainfully, allowing it to show a bit of her surroundings in the Bay. At last returning to displaying herself once more. She starts out quietly, in a tone of musing to herself.]

Good heavens, these newfangled devices become odder each year.

[Her tone abruptly becomes crisp as she frowns sternly into the camera.]

Greetings. I have been made to understand that this odd device is the most efficient means of communication. I am Ms. Amelia Peabody. You may call me Amelia. I am a spinster of independent means, currently traveling for pleasure.

I had intended to embark on a voyage down the Nile today. However, if what I have been told is true, it seems that my plans have been unavoidably delayed.

I am not accustomed to my plans being unavoidably delayed.

Regardless, I am not one to waste time regretting the past. I have two questions. First, would anyone be willing to recommend a place of lodging in the city? And secondly, I wish to more fully understand the situation that has occurred. Who in this place considers themselves to be in charge? Is there an equivalent of a British Consulate?

[Action]

[She remembers falling asleep on the couch of the Wright Anything Agency. She and Apollo had been studying notes for a case since that afternoon, it was well into the night and he'd passed out moments before she did.

Where she woke up reminds her more of the Space Center, but she would recognize if she were there. No, this is an entirely different place, and judging by the weight on her chest she'll have a panic attack if she doesn't...no, no, that's a box. Phew!

Box added to court record!

Okay, a pamphlet, a walkie-talkie and a necklace...and according to the pamphlet she has to wear it.]

This could get complicated. I can't exactly stuff Widget into my pocket...

[Video]

[Eventually, she does put the necklace on, trying to keep it from tangling with Widget's cord. Soon she has the video function working, and is making her first attempt to communicate with this place.]

Er, hi! My name's Athena Cykes, and I'm a defense attorney. I'm new here, so...I guess I need to find a place to live, and a job. Where's the law office in Genessia? I don't have my portfolio with me, but I can write one up!

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been around much lately. I have good reason, and for the time I was gone I don't think I was capable of fulfilling my duties as City Guardian or as a leader, so I'd like to thank my Deputy Artanis for taking care of things in my absence. I don't intend on talking about what happened with a bunch of strangers. You're not my therapists, and most of you aren't my friends. What most of you are, despite everything that I've been through in this world and my own, are good people who deserve to be safe. I think it's obvious that I'm not capable of doing that through sheer enthusiasm and ability. I'm relatively certain no one elected me because they thought I was going to be able to punch superpowered serial killers through a wall in the first place and make everything perfectly safe like that.

What I ran on the first time was creating teams and using my brain to come up with new ways to protect this city and its people. I think it's about time Nova City saw more of that, so I'm breaking Nova City into protective sectors and hiring more Deputy Guardians out of my own pocket. Being able to guard smaller sectors and call in backup from other parts of the city is going to improve security and I make more than enough disposable income and I can't see a better way to spend it than to make sure that you all know that even if I couldn't protect myself alone, I'll make sure that Nova City will become a place we can all feel a little safer again.

I'll let all of you know who the new deputies will be and how the sectors will be divided up by the end of the month. Anyone interested leave a private message, but I make no guarantees about who will actually get a job and who won't. Any candidates will be informed of the interview procedure just before it. No sooner, no later, and if they would like to withdraw their candidacy at that time they are more than welcome to.