[It has been quite some time since Freeza has show his cruel pale face. Some of you probably had hoped he had been quietly sent back to wherever he came from. But here he is sitting on the roof of some large office building in Nova, looking immensely pleased with himself.]

Hello again, ladies and gentlemen. I do hope you haven't forgotten about my presence in this world. I admit I find observing the lot of you rabble going on about your pointless little lives utterly tedious. So least I get bored too quickly with this place and blow everything away, I've been focusing on other pursuits for the time being. Such as this. I own this building. I own several all across Genessia in fact. How exactly I did it is of no importance. Suffice to say, I convinced the previous owners to give it to me most persuasively.

I think I will go into real estate and land development like I did back home. Or perhaps protective services... Not that money ever meant much to me really, I set up the Planet Trade Organization for all the enjoyment it could bring me, any extra wealth I gained was just a nice bonus.

Of course, the end result will still be the same, you will all bow down to me as subjects whether by buying everything out from under you or by sheer force. It's the only reason I'm still playing this game and not flipping the board over yet. Well, that and hoping for a certain monkey to perhaps show up. He really is the only chance you could plausibly have against me... But alas, not a trace of him to be seen.

Of course, there are others who could take his place as my punching bag at the moment. That little blond, Earthling dollmaker girl for a start. She had the nerve to blow up one of her creations in my face and I must show displeasure with her for that act. So if any of you would be so kind as to tell me where she lives, you'll get preferentially in the regime that is to come.

It was just another day on the job as a mercenary.

( Scenario 01 - Genessia City - (not) breaking a leg )

( Scenario 02 - Genessia City - no trespassing )

Who: Genos and Priss
What: Genos is a demented brave little toaster who doesn't know what 'go away' means. The start of #cyborgshaming.
Where: Priss' apartment
When: Late July
Warnings: Drunken cursing.

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The knock to the door came at a bad time. Priss stumbled over an assortment of motorcycle parts, tripped over an engine block, and fell against the door with a curse. She jerked it open with one hand, the other around the neck of a bottle, and stared moodily at Genos for a moment. There were dark marks under her eyes, and her hair was a rat's nest born of the delightful mixture of insomnia and nightmares.

"...No."

Who: Genos and Priss
What: Just a little friendly, high-speed, high-impact combat between allies.
Where: Genessia and then Attleton - Battle Colosseum
When: Early July
Warnings: Fights, FITES, and shirtlessness.

( ''We can go back in and go another round if you insist on making me want to kick you in the shin again.'' )

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.

Attleton:

Amberdrake's office is here, listed both as a therapist's office and as a medical clinic.

Genessia City:

The kestra'chern doesn't just work out of his office, he does visit other cities to work as well. He's taking a break at the moment, seated on a bench in a park. Colorful birds flutter and hop over things in his vicinity, chattering away with each other.

Nova City:

Drake is not pleased to be in Nova City, but he's there on a house call. Characters can run into him on his way away from said house call:

xxxxxTaking the stairs down inside a posh skyscraper.

xxxxxEmerging from the building with obvious relief.

xxxxxWalking briskly for the archway back to sanity.

He looks out of place in his colorful garb with beads and feathers.

Who: Genos and Priss
What: The hardsuit melts, and Genos gets his first guitar lesson.
Where: Priss' hotel room.
When: The day after this.
Warnings: Nah.

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Priss stumbled into her hotel room under the burden of several guitar cases, and shut the door. She stayed standing there a while, staring at the change that had happened in her absence. And she was still at the door with guitar cases slung all about her when Genos knocked.

The Knight let him in without even looking away from what had caught her attention. The hardsuit was... a puddle. A big puddle of silvery-white goop that, judging by the smell, had already eaten through the carpet beneath it.

"Well," she said at length, "that's new."

Who: 18, Genos, and probably Krillin
What: 18's having some problems with the cybernetics in her arm, Genos might be able to help, thus to the dojo we go. Smol husband is probably going to be mad.
Where: Kame Dojo in Genessia City
When: Late June, near the evening.
Warnings: None

Why she had decided to trust this other cyborg, she had no idea, but he didn't seem to be in league with the ones that had tried to take her life a couple of months ago. So it was safe enough to assume that he was, in fact, a new arrival that just happened to have great timing. Either way, if he could figure out what the problem with her forearm was, all the better for her and the less she'd have to worry about it.

An annoyed noise bubbles from her throat as she paces outside of the dojo proper, hands shoved into the pockets of her skirt for the time being. She knew this was asking for trouble, asking him to come to the dojo like this. Knew that her husband would be around and probably figure out what was going on soon enough, but she was getting it fixed and handled, so there was no real reason for him to be upset. Right? Right.

Either way, the cyborg continued her pacing, boots clicking against the sidewalk in a detectable rhythm. Old habits died hard and it at least kept her mind primarily focused on the waiting aspect of things than the ways this could potentially go wrong.

[ The broadcast comes with the sunset, and in fact the camera is angled so that it only catches Priss' partially-gloved fingers on the guitar strings, and a shred of her leather-covered stomach inhaling sharply at all the key moments once she's singing, barely visible around the guitar's body. The rest of the camera's zoomed focus is on the sky behind her as sunset begins to roll in, which takes up fully half the frame. Priss may not have a band here, but she's a god damned professional, and she knows how to set up a shot. And how to project into a mic that's several feet away; wherever she is, she's set up the acoustics damn well. ]

[ There's only a few seconds pause before she begins to move her still slightly-damaged fingers on the strings, left hand at the neck and right picking the first notes before the first strum. If said fingers are stiff at all, it doesn't show. An inhale... and her voice joins in over the guitar as more notes are pulled from it. ]

[ It's a slow song. ]

( Blue Confusion )

Who: Priss and Genos
What: Genos stalks Priss for part of a day before she busts him. Or tries to. With a pipe.
Where: Genessia City
When: Late June
Warnings: None

That robot was something and Genos couldn't ignore it. Scans and observation- from at least ten feet away- has confirmed that Priss was not a cyborg or robotic in any way. He'd been following her all day, watching her carefully, trying to figure out how or why she had combat robotics of that caliber. He had hoped she might bring it out again so he might get a good look at it, more than just a passing observation, but no such luck. It was a pity he didn't have any of his gear or supplies with him. There would be no camping out or watching through a telescope this time. He would just have to be careful and give her space.

But not too much space.

[Ugh, she'd been trying to avoid this thing as much as possible on her own part, other than peeking in and poking through things for her own curiosity. Speaking wasn't exactly a fun pastime of her's and she had other things to normally attend to. But... well, things were starting to get a little too obnoxious for her own liking. And it's something she's been sort of keeping to herself, even if some of the effects are a little hard to play off.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she flicks the video on, the backdrop seemingly some shady part of Genessia City proper, though off out of the way from the majority of the people milling about.]

Yeah, I know, there's bigger problems going on right now but I've got a curious question for some of you. How many of you are familiar with how more... mechanical or biomechanical beings function? Just for my own knowledge, might be looking into knowing just how much of an outlier I might be when it comes to non-natives of this place. Androids, cyborgs, whatever the hell you want to call them.

[Locked from Krillin]

As a jumping off point from that question, if you do have knowledge on those kinds of things and can refer me to someone that might be able to help if something isn't working properly, I'd appreciate it. My usual point of contact for these things is decidedly not in the city and without access to the damn blueprints, it's a bit of a pain in the ass to explain exactly. Long story short is that my muscles are starting to act up a bit and I know it's not the actual organic part of them causing it, it's the stupid enhanced bullshit that's causing it. It's localized to my right forearm currently, but given that's my dominant arm, it's not a pleasant experience.

Who: Genos and Saitama, and then also Koishi!
What: Genos and Saitama wake up. They have company soon after leaving the Bay.
Where: The Bay and surrounding area
When: Late June
Warnings: Nah

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Saitama partially-woke with a huge yawn and a big stretch. He tried to roll over in place -- he was used to a narrow futon, after all -- only to almost be choked by his cape trapped under him.

"--Hhk, wha--?" he didn't go to bed in his hero clothes for this very reason!