Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
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Is Eidolen in the box?
FaerieKnight79
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No, but possibly a Jack Slash brain that's connected to Broadcast. It sounds like the box, in proximity to Vista, was being used to allow remote use of Vista's space warping ability.
Ace Dreamer
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Economics (and a lot of (voodoo) management theory) has annoyed me quite a bit over the years. But then, there's Freudian Psychology, and...
The 'rational economic unit', which very little thought leads you to conclude does not exist, because h.sapiens doesn't money that way (Kahneman - thirty years of research...).
Personally, I think it would've been entertaining if 'Worm' kicked a few of these footballs around, but... it didn't go that way. GDT is, IMO, doing a better job of that.
Alien Superscience
A Short Time Before
"I have a guarantee of safety from Valkyrie," Amy said firmly, "and I'll be working for her, at one of her facilities."
"Still," Amy's sister said firmly, "someone should go with you! At least make sure you are taking care of yourself!"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can ask Dr. Weaver when she comes to pick me up."
"I'll do that!"
Now
"So we have our bags," Vicky said nervously, "when is she getting here?"
"I'll let her know I'm ready," Amy said, typing a message.
Immediately after Amy hit send, the doorbell rang. Vicky beat Amy to it. After carefully checking the monitor, Vicky opened the door to reveal Dr. Weaver, in a strange outfit.
"Hi! How are you? How did you get here so fast?"
Dr. Weaver, seeing Vicky, rolled her eyes. "Hi, well-rested, and time dilation, in order. Yes, you can come." The older woman turned to Amy. "Ready?"
Amy nodded.
"Good," Dr. Weaver said, closing and locking the door behind her. "Door, Receiving Bay 3-1-7."
A few moments and strides later placed the girls somewhere else. There, they were quickly run through precautions, in Amy's professional opinion eminently sensible, to ensure the disaster relief effort did not become the focal point of an inter—dimensional pandemic of pandemics. Omnidemic? Uberdemic? Whatever, the worst infectious event since the Europeans and Native Americans swapped smallpox for syphilis.
Note: Oh, look, Amy's humor surfaces again. I will note that medical professionals are known for their dark sense of humor, and while Amy is doing better she still suffers sometimes from teenager edgelord syndrome.
"I have a guarantee of safety from Valkyrie," Amy said firmly, "and I'll be working for her, at one of her facilities."
"Still," Amy's sister said firmly, "someone should go with you! At least make sure you are taking care of yourself!"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can ask Dr. Weaver when she comes to pick me up."
"I'll do that!"
Now
"So we have our bags," Vicky said nervously, "when is she getting here?"
"I'll let her know I'm ready," Amy said, typing a message.
Immediately after Amy hit send, the doorbell rang. Vicky beat Amy to it. After carefully checking the monitor, Vicky opened the door to reveal Dr. Weaver, in a strange outfit.
"Hi! How are you? How did you get here so fast?"
Dr. Weaver, seeing Vicky, rolled her eyes. "Hi, well-rested, and time dilation, in order. Yes, you can come." The older woman turned to Amy. "Ready?"
Amy nodded.
"Good," Dr. Weaver said, closing and locking the door behind her. "Door, Receiving Bay 3-1-7."
A few moments and strides later placed the girls somewhere else. There, they were quickly run through precautions, in Amy's professional opinion eminently sensible, to ensure the disaster relief effort did not become the focal point of an inter—dimensional pandemic of pandemics. Omnidemic? Uberdemic? Whatever, the worst infectious event since the Europeans and Native Americans swapped smallpox for syphilis.
Note: Oh, look, Amy's humor surfaces again. I will note that medical professionals are known for their dark sense of humor, and while Amy is doing better she still suffers sometimes from teenager edgelord syndrome.
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Magician’s Apprentice, Part 4
Lisa idly flipped through the channels, but found it hard to focus. Her mind kept drifting back to the box of what the fuck, no matter how hard it was to think about. She really didn't see what Power and Dr. Weaver found so interesting about a bunch of oil fires.
Elsewhere
Tagg forced himself to project confidence despite the burning hellscape on his screens.
"… and we have confirmed reports," a voice said in his headset, "of burning hydrocarbon plumes emerging from private and municipal wells, as well as unconfirmed reports of same from water lines and sewage systems…"
"Must be upset we denied him the dam," Tagg said with false cheer. That was a lot of plumbing they would need to check, and they could be damn sure the parts shooting fire would not be the only unwanted interconnections.
"We're getting odd seismic reports," a different voice said, "suggestive of underground formations, but inconsistent with prior geological surveys of the area."
"Flag for Dragon, Eidolon's team, and the seismic contingency group." As many odd spatial and dimensional effects as they'd had, he couldn't rule anything out, and wasn't taking anything for granted.
Who knows, maybe CUI had even been on to something.
"Progress on HSE monitoring for downstream flows?" Tagg asked, checking the clock. He listened with half an ear, making notes but not interrupting. Yes, it would take a while for the big whopping hole to fill, but not all runoff went there first. Moreover, once it did fill, they would need to be damn sure they knew exactly what was making its way downstream through whatever filters they could get set up, as much weird shit as Behemoth was injecting into the ground and, presumably, the water table.
Note: Wow, Lisa sure is off her game, almost as if her train of thought keeps getting forcibly reset…
Also, wow, this EB attack sure is generating lots of interesting challenges, despite the relative lack of straight up casualties and almost complete lack of punching…
Elsewhere
Tagg forced himself to project confidence despite the burning hellscape on his screens.
"… and we have confirmed reports," a voice said in his headset, "of burning hydrocarbon plumes emerging from private and municipal wells, as well as unconfirmed reports of same from water lines and sewage systems…"
"Must be upset we denied him the dam," Tagg said with false cheer. That was a lot of plumbing they would need to check, and they could be damn sure the parts shooting fire would not be the only unwanted interconnections.
"We're getting odd seismic reports," a different voice said, "suggestive of underground formations, but inconsistent with prior geological surveys of the area."
"Flag for Dragon, Eidolon's team, and the seismic contingency group." As many odd spatial and dimensional effects as they'd had, he couldn't rule anything out, and wasn't taking anything for granted.
Who knows, maybe CUI had even been on to something.
"Progress on HSE monitoring for downstream flows?" Tagg asked, checking the clock. He listened with half an ear, making notes but not interrupting. Yes, it would take a while for the big whopping hole to fill, but not all runoff went there first. Moreover, once it did fill, they would need to be damn sure they knew exactly what was making its way downstream through whatever filters they could get set up, as much weird shit as Behemoth was injecting into the ground and, presumably, the water table.
Note: Wow, Lisa sure is off her game, almost as if her train of thought keeps getting forcibly reset…
Also, wow, this EB attack sure is generating lots of interesting challenges, despite the relative lack of straight up casualties and almost complete lack of punching…
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Ace Dreamer
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Almost as if, 'Endbringer Attack, Yes'... 'Extra [DATA], Double, Plus, Yes!'?
Dr Weaver: *wiggles superpowered disaster relief squeaky toy* Who's a good Eidolon? Fetch!
Ace Dreamer
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I wouldn't put it past Dr. Weaver, working with Valkyrie, to have... accessed the Thinkers's directory of planned deployment Earths, and have been hauling (critical) shards from the Flesh Garden to these, and force-deploying them. Then, hacking a minimum effective network backbone for them. Admin'd by QA, of course.
There's a load of problems to solve, ensuring you've got the resources deployed to solve them doesn't sound stupid...
No, this won't solve David/Eidolon's power supply issue, completely, but with a little care it'll make it a lot more manageable...
Cauldron: You can't do that!
Dr. Weaver: We just did.
Cauldron: Oh. Carry on, then. I guess.
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Unironically all of this is stuff they would like to be able to do. They aren't there at the moment. Still, being able to properly power Eden's shards would be extremely helpful, as would having a basic network in place to avoid broken triggers, apply the Manton limit, avoid Case 53s, etc.
The Shape of Things to Come
"There is a strange crystalline structure in her, what was her brain," Amy said, fascinated. "No corona…" Amy turned to the nurse. "Are we sure this was a parahuman? I don't recognize the costume."
"Yes," said the nurse in a flat tone, making a note. "Dog tags place her from Kappa, she is wearing a standard issue protective uniform."
"Huh. Well, the crystalline structure is fascinating. It could be where the corona used to be, it is finely interwoven with the brain tissue. Could it be part of her power expression? I've never seen anything like it, it may be worth examining further." Seeing the nurse's expression, Amy hastily added, "after the event, of course."
"I'll flag it." The nurse turned a page on her clipboard. "Any dimensional, temporal, or spatial effects?"
"How would I even…?" Amy asked.
The nurse sighed. "Right, you're strictly biological. Anything weird?"
"Her right foot is about ten percent larger than her left, down to the cellular level. There are irregularities in bone density which appear to have emerged very recently, and her liver looks like that of an eighty-year old retiree?"
"Chart says history of alcohol abuse, that's the liver. I'll flag the rest, and we'll move on the the next."
"Yes," said the nurse in a flat tone, making a note. "Dog tags place her from Kappa, she is wearing a standard issue protective uniform."
"Huh. Well, the crystalline structure is fascinating. It could be where the corona used to be, it is finely interwoven with the brain tissue. Could it be part of her power expression? I've never seen anything like it, it may be worth examining further." Seeing the nurse's expression, Amy hastily added, "after the event, of course."
"I'll flag it." The nurse turned a page on her clipboard. "Any dimensional, temporal, or spatial effects?"
"How would I even…?" Amy asked.
The nurse sighed. "Right, you're strictly biological. Anything weird?"
"Her right foot is about ten percent larger than her left, down to the cellular level. There are irregularities in bone density which appear to have emerged very recently, and her liver looks like that of an eighty-year old retiree?"
"Chart says history of alcohol abuse, that's the liver. I'll flag the rest, and we'll move on the the next."
Disaster Party, Part 7
"Oy," Aisha said as she came out of the kitchen with plates of pasta. Shit got heavy. "You know where your cousin got to?"
"Uh," the boy with blue hair said, "I think they both went to do a medical thing? Amy to help take care of people and Vicky to take care of Amy?"
Aisha grunted, as she slid plates in front of the pint sized food vacuums, to vocal acclaim. "Can't even be mad, Amy works too hard."
"Can I help?" Eric asked eagerly.
"Your dad's getting the rest, but, after we eat you can supervise Derek and May doing dishes."
Elsewhere
Lisa glanced at the sticky note, before jotting down a few notes about the ongoing disaster recovery efforts. Part of her was offended that she needed such a simple crutch, but after watching her repeatedly space out Taylor had taken mercy on her and written it out.
Lisa switched channels, then glanced at the sticky note again. It said, "Box is a mad science Frankenstein superpower Wi-Fi booster."
Note: Don't think about the purple elephants.
"Uh," the boy with blue hair said, "I think they both went to do a medical thing? Amy to help take care of people and Vicky to take care of Amy?"
Aisha grunted, as she slid plates in front of the pint sized food vacuums, to vocal acclaim. "Can't even be mad, Amy works too hard."
"Can I help?" Eric asked eagerly.
"Your dad's getting the rest, but, after we eat you can supervise Derek and May doing dishes."
Elsewhere
Lisa glanced at the sticky note, before jotting down a few notes about the ongoing disaster recovery efforts. Part of her was offended that she needed such a simple crutch, but after watching her repeatedly space out Taylor had taken mercy on her and written it out.
Lisa switched channels, then glanced at the sticky note again. It said, "Box is a mad science Frankenstein superpower Wi-Fi booster."
Note: Don't think about the purple elephants.
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Ace Dreamer
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Sorry, that sentence in that location doesn't make sense. Misspelling? Deliberately misspelled swear? Could you make it clearer what's intended by this?
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Inference Engine is really dedicated to doing what Dr. Weaver told it to do, isn't it? 'The box is nothing important' - but, IE needs to look at the box! So, Lisa gets regular brain-resets/'isn't that wall fascinating' issues?
When your Power gets so upset/'noisy' it messes with you doing stuff, even thinking. Pity Lisa doesn't have a mental rolled-up newspaper she can tap it (on the nose?) with, every so often, 'Bad Power! No mess with basic Host functioning!'.
BTW, finally I worked out it's (probably) Caretaker with the label printer, who decorated the box. The smiley with the big scared eyes and no mouth is a bit on-message for a gagged Broadcast shard, isn't it???
(I slightly wonder what happened to SH9, but, as noted previously, they're not GDTs.)
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In case it's of use to someone Disaster Party first Threadmark.
Also, Aisha wants unfortunate things happening in messy ways to poor, poor, Nazis?
Kung Fury (2015, Laser Unicorns) might give some ideas (Yes, 2015 is 'future' for this story). There's always Nazi zombie films, for the really guilt-free experience...
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Can't too busy thinking of Pink Hippos...
Typo fixed in text! Thank you very much!
As for the rest, it's been said elsewhere that Riley was the one who made the stickers. Kurt might or might not have 'helped', haven't decided yet
Ace Dreamer
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That would require me to read SB, as well as SV. I'm prepared to use Reader mode on SB, and I have a login, but, I think I looked at it about 2010 and found... some fun stories, but the comments were so nasty that out-weighed the stories. Think I ended-up on ffn, TtH and Fenspace, instead.
(Yes, SB looks to have (somewhat) improved, but... Maybe I'm culturally intolerant?
)No worries, that's why I post in multiple places. Actually, I think the Riley but first came up on AO3, not SB.That would require me to read SB, as well as SV. I'm prepared to use Reader mode on SB, and I have a login, but, I think I looked at it about 2010 and found... some fun stories, but the comments were so nasty that out-weighed the stories. Think I ended-up on ffn, TtH and Fenspace, instead.
(Yes, SB looks to have (somewhat) improved, but... Maybe I'm culturally intolerant?
Generally, at least for this story, SB tends to get the omakes, AO3 and SB both have fairly good discussion, and the Patreon free posts have the best tagging for individual chapters.
I thought that was pink elephants hence the scene in the Disney film Dumbo. And I'm talking the animated original and not that 2019 remake where the Dumbo gets drunk and starts hallucinating. Pretty sure that was more than alcohol involved in that mess.
Dumbo gets drunk...?
Or are we thinking of the old black and white series "The fall and rise of Reginald Perrin" where Reg is thinking of the Mother-in-law?
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Magician's Apprentice, Part 5
"Lisa," Taylor said seriously. With the announcement that Behemoth had gone back to the balrogs, her older counterpart had gone off to wherever she went. She'd been nice enough to leave the comms unit, but right now Taylor was more worried about Lisa.
"Huh?" Lisa blinked, and looked up from a blank page in her notepad.
"You are clearly incapable of letting this go," Taylor said slowly.
Lisa mumbled awkwardly in reply.
"Fine. Let's be systematic about this. I'll ask questions. I write down the questions, you write down your Power's answer."
Lisa nodded tentatively.
Taylor looked down the list of her own questions about the box. "Did the box contain a parahuman?"
Lisa dutifully wrote an answer, then returned to staring off into space.
Taylor walked around the table to read the answer. "Technically, it is not, not a host."
Judging that Lisa would keep, Taylor went back over her questions. If that's how Power was going to play things, a few tweaks would be in order...
Elsewhere
"Rawr!" Alec exclaimed. "Behold my ball of death!"
"Where did you get this game?" Trevor asked.
"It's a limited release of an Aleph port of a Japanese game, that inexplicably didn't sell well here."
"Maybe," Carlos suggested tentatively, "that's because you are now rolling up entire islands? Hits kind of close to home what with what happened to all those actual islands?"
"Come on!" Alec said in mock outrage. "How can you say that! Look at the little prince, he's not a baddie! He's too colorful for that! He just wants to make nice stars! Besides, isn't it time that island nomming was reclaimed for the forces of fun and happiness?"
Carlos, later: WHY IS THE SOUNDTRACK STUCK IN MY HEAD!
"Huh?" Lisa blinked, and looked up from a blank page in her notepad.
"You are clearly incapable of letting this go," Taylor said slowly.
Lisa mumbled awkwardly in reply.
"Fine. Let's be systematic about this. I'll ask questions. I write down the questions, you write down your Power's answer."
Lisa nodded tentatively.
Taylor looked down the list of her own questions about the box. "Did the box contain a parahuman?"
Lisa dutifully wrote an answer, then returned to staring off into space.
Taylor walked around the table to read the answer. "Technically, it is not, not a host."
Judging that Lisa would keep, Taylor went back over her questions. If that's how Power was going to play things, a few tweaks would be in order...
Elsewhere
"Rawr!" Alec exclaimed. "Behold my ball of death!"
"Where did you get this game?" Trevor asked.
"It's a limited release of an Aleph port of a Japanese game, that inexplicably didn't sell well here."
"Maybe," Carlos suggested tentatively, "that's because you are now rolling up entire islands? Hits kind of close to home what with what happened to all those actual islands?"
"Come on!" Alec said in mock outrage. "How can you say that! Look at the little prince, he's not a baddie! He's too colorful for that! He just wants to make nice stars! Besides, isn't it time that island nomming was reclaimed for the forces of fun and happiness?"
Carlos, later: WHY IS THE SOUNDTRACK STUCK IN MY HEAD!
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- United States
Really need a Katamari Taylor story.
Ace Dreamer
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Inference Engine is in real trouble now. Clear Instructions were received from Dr. Weaver. (Proxie for QA.) However. It's... annoyed Taylor. By messing with it's Host, her friend.
Guess what? Taylor's going to Escalate on it.
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SanguisAnima
Σ Series Z10/0 Group A 4A-GELU Mk1
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- nowhere important
*clears throat* Ahem.
Laaaaa~ la la la laa la la laa~ Ka~ Ta~ Ma~ Ri~~ Da~ Ma~ Shii~~
(Sorry not sorry, it has been two full decades since the game first came out and it has never left my brain, just squirrelled itself inside one of the corners to let others have some space)
Earning their Pay, Part 9
Kamil forced himself to maintain an attentive expression as Dragon conducted a high-level debrief. They needed to project confidence, competence and professionalism, no matter how unprecedented the situation might actually be.
"… prioritizing closure of dimensional tears, however we believe we've got the ones opening into a biosphere. Sterilization effect has accordingly been dropped, facilitating emergency response. Monitoring will nevertheless continue…"
Kamil made a note. 'Sterilization effect' was the sort of thing some politicalian would ask about.
Even if anyone and anything in the affected area would be very dead anyway.
"…spatial distortions are receding in line with expectations, however anything with fine tolerances will need to be recalibrated or replaced…"
Another one for the pointless politician list.
"… controlling the dimensional tear proved more difficult than expected. The Bet side was contained, with significant secondary effects and casualties among the parahuman team. However, achieving this required deprioritizing control for the other end. Instead of a stable connection to a single alternate where Earth never formed, the breach chaotically bridged numerous alternates, and did not fully close."
That got Kamil's attention. "Is there a persistent connection to or from Bet?"
"No, but there is a persistent cross-dimensional anomaly crossing the alternates into which mass was deposited."
Kamil leaned forward. "Is it spreading? Is it stable?" Persistent and uncontained dimensional breaches had featured heavily in Dr. Weaver's debrief, and not in a positive light.
"Valkyrie has prioritized establishment of a monitoring…"
Kamil turned out the rest, and made a note. Not a 'no', and that was a problem.
Note: I'm quite pleased with how this came out. This wasn't actually the Endbringer fight I had planned. I had an entirely different thing planned. Then around the time that Kamil went to Valkyrie land I realized that I hadn't properly setup what I had planned and wound up making up the Garrison Dam engagement on the fly.
I also seem to have accidentally wrapped things up into a nice transition point for the story. There is a very definite sense of both the teen and adult characters moving into a new normal. Entirely serendipitous, and much better than what I had planned.
"… prioritizing closure of dimensional tears, however we believe we've got the ones opening into a biosphere. Sterilization effect has accordingly been dropped, facilitating emergency response. Monitoring will nevertheless continue…"
Kamil made a note. 'Sterilization effect' was the sort of thing some politicalian would ask about.
Even if anyone and anything in the affected area would be very dead anyway.
"…spatial distortions are receding in line with expectations, however anything with fine tolerances will need to be recalibrated or replaced…"
Another one for the pointless politician list.
"… controlling the dimensional tear proved more difficult than expected. The Bet side was contained, with significant secondary effects and casualties among the parahuman team. However, achieving this required deprioritizing control for the other end. Instead of a stable connection to a single alternate where Earth never formed, the breach chaotically bridged numerous alternates, and did not fully close."
That got Kamil's attention. "Is there a persistent connection to or from Bet?"
"No, but there is a persistent cross-dimensional anomaly crossing the alternates into which mass was deposited."
Kamil leaned forward. "Is it spreading? Is it stable?" Persistent and uncontained dimensional breaches had featured heavily in Dr. Weaver's debrief, and not in a positive light.
"Valkyrie has prioritized establishment of a monitoring…"
Kamil turned out the rest, and made a note. Not a 'no', and that was a problem.
Note: I'm quite pleased with how this came out. This wasn't actually the Endbringer fight I had planned. I had an entirely different thing planned. Then around the time that Kamil went to Valkyrie land I realized that I hadn't properly setup what I had planned and wound up making up the Garrison Dam engagement on the fly.
I also seem to have accidentally wrapped things up into a nice transition point for the story. There is a very definite sense of both the teen and adult characters moving into a new normal. Entirely serendipitous, and much better than what I had planned.
Ace Dreamer
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This is, thinking about it, probably in the top five Endbringer fights I've read about. And, I've read a lot of those. (If you're curious, Ack's done some of the others.)
It shows humanity dealing with the issue, rather than a Taylor PoV, and it isn't a 'obvious bare survival on the trudge, round and round the plughole'.
Personnel Matters
"Weld has expressed concern about Impulse's mental health," Phil said, wearily. Emily nodded, already dreading whatever came next. Endbringer attacks were always stressful, even for those not in the direct line of fire. Having to host what amounted to a super-powered day-camp during the events did not help.
"In particular," Phil continued, "Weld is concerned that Impulse may be using inappropriate humor as a coping mechanism."
Emily blinked. As much as she didn't need Missy or the mayor's niece picking up such habits, tasteless humor was... actually, for one of Vasil's children, Emily would take it. "Points to Weld for observation skills," she said, making a note. "Oh," she added, "if you haven't already, pass this on to Yamada, since it looks like we're keeping her a while. And ask Hannah if she's noticed any similar issues with the sister."
Phil nodded, making a note of his own. He'd take care of it, and equally importantly pass the word on to the other departments hosting what Dr. Weaver, damn her eyes, had even Piggot thinking of as the Heartbroken.
Phil turned a page in his pad. "Thinktank has theorized that Grue's power might mitigate the effects of radiation for those within its radius. They have suggested--"
"--No," Emily said firmly. Fucking REMFs. Technically, Phil had the authority to quash this one on his own, but he was a family man. She knew why he'd teed this one up for her. "Grue is functionally the sole caretaker of a minor child. If this was a search and rescue situation I might be convinced but everyone in that area is dead. When you respond, copy the Chief Director's office and Youth Guard, have a quiet word with Dauntless, and if Thinktank pushes back pull in Dr. Weaver."
Phil nodded, with feeling. He would, Emily knew, take that as permission to have a few additional quiet words here and there to contacts of his own.
"Next," Phil continued...
Note: Emily has on this point (correctly) determined that the chain of escalation goes regional director, chief director, Dr. Weaver. Considering that Aisha is the minor child in question...
"In particular," Phil continued, "Weld is concerned that Impulse may be using inappropriate humor as a coping mechanism."
Emily blinked. As much as she didn't need Missy or the mayor's niece picking up such habits, tasteless humor was... actually, for one of Vasil's children, Emily would take it. "Points to Weld for observation skills," she said, making a note. "Oh," she added, "if you haven't already, pass this on to Yamada, since it looks like we're keeping her a while. And ask Hannah if she's noticed any similar issues with the sister."
Phil nodded, making a note of his own. He'd take care of it, and equally importantly pass the word on to the other departments hosting what Dr. Weaver, damn her eyes, had even Piggot thinking of as the Heartbroken.
Phil turned a page in his pad. "Thinktank has theorized that Grue's power might mitigate the effects of radiation for those within its radius. They have suggested--"
"--No," Emily said firmly. Fucking REMFs. Technically, Phil had the authority to quash this one on his own, but he was a family man. She knew why he'd teed this one up for her. "Grue is functionally the sole caretaker of a minor child. If this was a search and rescue situation I might be convinced but everyone in that area is dead. When you respond, copy the Chief Director's office and Youth Guard, have a quiet word with Dauntless, and if Thinktank pushes back pull in Dr. Weaver."
Phil nodded, with feeling. He would, Emily knew, take that as permission to have a few additional quiet words here and there to contacts of his own.
"Next," Phil continued...
Note: Emily has on this point (correctly) determined that the chain of escalation goes regional director, chief director, Dr. Weaver. Considering that Aisha is the minor child in question...
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