And great you all inspired me again.
"Hey Joe! Where is everybody?"
And with that greeting, Aisha walked into the Library to find Joe. Laying back in a chair, modified into a recliner with a massage function from her last time in it (Why is there a ghostly Lung staring at it enviously?), reading a copy of another Earth's version of "A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is what she see's when he is finally in view.
Reaching over to pick up a glass of water he had next to him (DON'T TELL SURVEY!), Joe briefly turns his attention towards the only normal parahuman on the team before going back to his book.
"I gave everybody the day off. We all have been working hard so I decided that everyone could use one. After all, Survey has pretty much become a lawyer for Garment along with a few other rogues, Fleet has been working on designing new vehicles, Matrix has been doing constant construction, Tetra has been starting to get stressed out about her upcoming transformation into a Kamui, Tybalt is still a cat in a sense, and you have been working hard on your training," is Joe's response to her question.
With that, Aisha pauses for a minute to refute that before she looks back at everything that has been happening recently. Memories flash before her eyes as she remembers learning so much and all the things she has done since the "Godly Hour" has occurred. After blinking a few times, she turns to look at for a book herself as she responds.
"Good point. So are they all outside the Workshop right now? Not getting into any trouble right?" Aisha asks.
With a snort, Joe continues to read slowly to enjoy the book before replying. "Yeah, they are all out doing something. And it's not like they can get into a lot of trouble right?"
And with that, a crash of thunder is heard to fill the Library along with the laughter from multiple entities including Spekkio.
Turning quickly towards Aisha, Joe thinks for a second before rising from his comfortable spot and dashing towards the Computer Thrones. Only to find out that trouble is what they can find indeed.
(With Tetra)
"GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE!" screams Hemorrhagia of the Teeth as she is being chased by a mink made up of alien fibers. Too many it is a comical scene, not helped by the fact that the little's member of the Celestial Forge is wearing a big and holding a straw on her back.
"NNNNOOOO! I just want a sip from you is all. I promise I won't really hurt you or anything! Just one little sip is all! Please?" Tetra goes on in her light flashing way that few can understand.
"OH GAWD! IT WANTS TO DRINK MY BRAINS LIKE A SMOOTHE!!" is the villain's response to seeing her light up in a red glow. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
And with that, Hemorrhagia pushes herself faster into a building with Tetra following closely. Going after the blood manipulator, she is soon to find herself facing the current Butcher.
Quirking a eyebrow, the "possessed" parahuman starts to turn her minigun over to the mass of Life Fibers with a confused look on her face.
"And what is this shit about? I was trying to figure out what we could do until March got in touch with us again," Butcher says only to be answered by both of them. And sadly she could only understand one of them.
"I just want to get a drink of her blood Ms. Butcher. That is all I wanted to do," Tetra responds by lighting up.
"She wants to turn my insides to mush and drink them through my nose with that straw!" is verbally shouted by the "villain" behind her leader.
"Well then, looks like we got to get rid of this thing then," is the answer heard along with the whining of the minigun starting up.
"If you don't want me to get a drink from her, then I'll get a drink from you instead!" And with that, Tetra jumps forward turning into a mass of razor thin threads that can devour humanity easily as the fight between the adorable alien abomination and the women with a alien parasite connected to her head holding it's previous victims' soul's within begin.
(With Fleet and Matrix)
"This is going to be great!" is heard from a small garage that has many onlookers looking within. From teenagers to professional mechanics, all observe how the "Pilot" of the Celestial Forge practices one aspect of his craft in a different way.
Modifying cars in goofy ways that are still drive able without using Tinker tech.
"Okay, so you want me to super charge your engine, turn that car into something that can act as a boat without looking strange or goofy, install a beer dispenser into your truck's cab, make that old ambulance be able to pop a wheelie, and finally turn your beautiful ride into one that can fly right?"
Hearing the nods from all the guys there, a grin grows upon his face as he turns over to Matrix.
"How long do you think it will take us Matrix?" is the question from Fleet.
"It depends on how good we wish to do the job," comes from the AI controlled mass of Nanobots. "If we work together and plan it out, we can have a respectable quality along with being down with all of the tasks before 9 O'clock tonight. But only if the payment is good though for us."
One of the garage workers hearing this, gets a grin before moving over to a older car that has scene better days. Patting it lightly, the man faces the two members of the Celestial Forge to give his own input to them.
"If you can get it done by then, I'll let you have this right here. She needs some work but I figure you two and Apeiron could do something with a old 64 Thunderbird that my dad and I tried to work on before he passed. Just promise me you'll show up here with her after you get down fixing her up."
With a quick glance between Fleet and Matrix, they come to the same conclusion.
"Deal."
(With Survey)
A crowd forms around a stage that has been setup earlier today. Speakers stand at the sides while lights start to flash different shades of blue and silver as a test before a show starts.
And behind a curtain stands Survey herself outside of her usual outfits with Garment besides her. A blue bikini top with a silvery pattern is worn with a similar jacket over that. Shorts that reach just above her knees along with boots that go to the middle of her lower legs is visible.
FIngerless gloves adorn her hands as does a sleek watch on her left wrist as well. A pair of sunglasses with a silver effect covers her eyes along a pair of elegant ear rings. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail that spreads out across her back.
Turning over to face the spirit of fashion, Survey flashes a smile to her friend. "Thank you for your assistance with this Garment. This will be a excellent experience for me along with a good source of data to analyze later. Is there anything I can do to repay you for your help?"
A "nod" from the fashionable "cape" is her answer before she does a quick series of gestures to her in her own way of replying.
"Of course I can do this again for you if this is a success. And I will be more then willing to model any outfits you will like while doing so," comes from the beautiful AI granted a humanoid, divine body.
"Well it is showtime." And with that, Survey moves forward onto the stage. Switch how she walks to closely match that of both a model and performer, she is soon before the crowd that stands in front of her.
"Hello Brockton Bay! I am Survey of the Celestial Forge and I want to thank each and everyone of you for showing up to this show!" she says while demurely moving her body to get the attention of everybody there.
Gently cupping her face as if to hide a blush while turning her face away, she continues on. "This is my first time performing on stage singing for anyone so please don't get upset with me. I wanted to at least try just one time to be a star like any other girl that has seen them once after losing nearly everything."
In the back ground, a few case 53's hear this and turn their attention over to her more heavily. Thought of Apeiron being able to cure them grow more heavily from their own thoughts
Not showing it, but acknowledging the "monstrous" capes to herself Survey goes to finish her introduction. "So please keep a open heart and mind as I try to share this gift of music with each and every single one of you."
And with that, a beat starts to come from the speakers around her before she begins to sing a song she found in a resent addition of the Workshop. After all, it is not everyday one can find a Japanese song with nearly complete English lyrics after all for someone to sing.
(With Tybalt)
"Meow." "Ain't that the truth there huh buddy?" "Meow."
On a small fishing boat in the middle of Brockton Bay, a older man sits in his chair with a fishing line cast out with Tybalt sitting next to him with his own line as well.
"You know, if we didn't have all those old boats in the way, we could easily get out into deeper water and maybe get some better catches then these small things," the old man says to his new fishing buddy. A look of remembrance covers his face with fondness at all the good times he can remember fishing out there before it was made more difficult by the Dockworkers Strike.
"Meow," is the reply before Tybalt reaches behind himself and pulls out a grenade launcher. Quickly aiming it at the best spot for his needs, the Felyne shoots a round out at the ships.
"WHAT THE HELL! Warn a guy before you shoot something like that why don't you," the man exclaims from the shock of having the guy next to him pull out a grenade launcher and using it. "Don't tell me your like that psycho bitch that bombed the place up?"
With a shake of his head and a "Meow," Tybalt returns his grenade launcher and points over to where he shot the ships.
As the older fisherman looks over, he finds a massive and clean hole had been opened up in the sunken blockade. One large enough for multiple fishing boats to pass through easily. Along with maybe a freighter as well.
A grin spreading across his face, the man turns over to his partner in "crime" before saying. "Good job man. Why don't we go out to deeper water and try to get something bigger to catch now?"
"Meow!" "That's what I thought. Let's go!"
And with that, the two pull their lines in before heading off to deeper waters. Those that are nearby look in shock at what has just happened as a question comes form the ship with a reply that for some reason chills everyone there bones.
"So what was the grenade launcher for anyway?" "Meow." "Oh. Good idea if that slippery bastard Leviathan shows up to do that to him too."