- Location
- Finland
Hmm... You could just add a Group Fugue with a sensor tinker and get exactly that.
MaimakteriAnn
(Verified Sleepy)
- Location
- Enormous And Round Terran Homeworld
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Dr
Can Taylor project a negative force? Like. If her weapon has a flat surface moving away from a target, could she basically pull it's surface with an impact equivalent to the weapon?
This would go interestingly with projections of negative distance, actually. All those bullets she cant use have a flat enough surface on the back...
This would go interestingly with projections of negative distance, actually. All those bullets she cant use have a flat enough surface on the back...
- Location
- Here
All indications to date are that she can only "push", not "pull". So, most likely she cannot.
Phil Swift. I only know because I've watched Jon's Flex Tape video several times when I didn't have internet.
At least she can't throw that hard.
- Location
- Wonderland
Just make the reader explode itself into a pile of readouts. Or explode itself into a storm of (insert particle of choice here) that hit the data storage item of your choice that's nearby to flip the bits into the right configurations to encode the data of the readings.
Isnt my realname
This isn't my real name.
- Location
- Not Here
Right. Emacs butterfly mode.
- Location
- Somewhere In Pa
- Pronouns
- Mr
Huh, that's a good point; however, you're overlooking a few things. Parents without said certification routinely teach their children to swim. Certification only exists when doing so in a professional capacity, and Taylor isn't acting as a professional swim teacher, or even coach.
Another thing to consider is that the American Red Cross is not, nor has ever been, a recognized government agency. Their 'requirements' are nothing more than guidelines, and can't actually be enforced in any way. That people accept those who have been certified is only because the Red Cross is one of the few organisations that actually properly trains those that take their courses. Nor am I saying that we should ignore said guidelines. Again, though, Maul isn't acting in a professional capacity here, so I don't see her getting in trouble unless the kids' parents complain. On the whole, I don't see that happening.
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- Location
- Somewhere In Pa
- Pronouns
- Mr
I blame a lot of that on the media and the whole 'stranger danger' craze of the 90's. Nevermind the fact that statistically, children are far more in danger from certain kinds of attacks from those they know than from complete strangers. But, the media just loves child rapists and serial killers; it sells a lot of newspapers. And politicians love them because it gives them something to point at for draconian laws that do more damage than anything else.
- Location
- Somewhere In Pa
- Pronouns
- Mr
Ok, time for me to do a little theorycrafting of my own instead of just responding to other people's posts.
The reason I think that Leslie can't use another person's pocket dimension is because it's likely on an instance of a planet she can't reach. However, since she's tied to the snark that gave her her powers, she can use her own. At least this will make travel for her a little easier.
Still a bunch of bullshit, as Dennis would say. Then again, that's powers in general.
The reason I think that Leslie can't use another person's pocket dimension is because it's likely on an instance of a planet she can't reach. However, since she's tied to the snark that gave her her powers, she can use her own. At least this will make travel for her a little easier.
Still a bunch of bullshit, as Dennis would say. Then again, that's powers in general.
- Location
- Somewhere In Pa
- Pronouns
- Mr
I don't honestly see your problem, as much of what this Taylor does is constructive trolling in line with her being an anti-hero. She shouldn't have to tell anyone anything, especially corpulent slugs like Chambers, who is actually more likeable in this version than canon.
Her abusing an oversight to go on a more dangerous patrol with a younger Ward is also not as bad as you made it out to be. Unless you missed the parts where Missy was both a subject of tinker fugue and wears an armored costume while out on patrol. Short of them firing mortars at her, she's not in any real danger, especially with her power. And the local villain capes know better than to target a Ward.
I think you just don't like a depiction of Taylor being a massive troll. But so are both Dennis and Ethan. AT least her trolling gets people to think, unlike Greg's; he's just a dick about it half the time.
@jwizard39 I know that it isn't against the rules, but it is still considered bad manners to double post and both myself and others have told you this before. Please consolidate your posts and try not to do this again. I know it isn't that you posted and then immediately posted again (time stamps show that hours passed between each comment), but if no one has posted since you did last you can simply use the edit button to add your new comments onto your previous one. This is all I will say on the matter, and I apologize if this seems like I am trying to berate you. I know my minor OCDesque tendancies can come off as rude, and I try to avoid being heavy handed when there isn't anything actually wrong being done.
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The only thing scarier than an angry Maul is an angry Maul with a stack of paperwork. Because either she's properly filled out the forms that are going to let her kick your ass, or she's about to make you fill out paperwork.
In the latter case, hopefully it isn't the paperwork that will then let her kick your ass.
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Ive yet to post on this story but for some reason this is killing me
- Location
- In front of the fairy
AND it will also produce a plate of perfectly made poutine as part of the process.
- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
Vivian's not Canadian. More likely, it creates a perfect crock of Boston Baked Beans.
- Location
- Here
Cornell University is in New York State, and Vivian did attend there, so most likely any and all young potatoes in the area will be properly boiled, salted, collected in a stoneware dish, and covered in melted butter. It's hard to beat New York State Fair Salt Potatoes, after all......Vivian's not Canadian. More likely, it creates a perfect crock of Boston Baked Beans.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
This isn't By One Sting, either...Vivian's not Canadian. More likely, it creates a perfect crock of Boston Baked Beans.
- Pronouns
- Yes
Which doesn't indicate that she grew up there.
- Pronouns
- Yes
The Wiki over states things, in canon it's " a hint of a nasal Boston accent." but that doesn't change the conclusion.
Chapter 275
Friday morning started with another run around with a shovel to clear out small amounts of snow, though things had dropped to occasional flurries by morning. Taylor also got word that Takara wouldn't be joining them over the weekend, on account of the forest being trapped to ridiculous levels and the girl apparently not being able to keep herself from walking into traps. The temptation to head into the forest with all of the traps might prove to be too much.
Beyond that, the morning was reasonably calm for her, with Amy and Vicky saying little to nothing of interest in the gym. At least until reaching school, at which point the questions about the previous day started. And were generally ignored. It took until lunchtime for someone to ask politely. It didn't really surprise Taylor that said someone was Louise, just after sitting down with her own lunch.
"Hey Taylor, Amy, Dennis," Louise said, then frowned and looked around. "No Vicky, Dean, Chris, or Missy?"
"Missy got dragged off by Vicky to the other corner to be quizzed about things she saw and participated in yesterday afternoon," Amy replied. "Dean went with them, and I can see that Chris is still in line to get lunch."
"Oh. I'm more interested in what you were up to. Will there be any more official information on that?"
Taylor nodded. "They're working on making a documentary to cover it."
Louise blinked. "Does that mean that you're going to be in another movie?"
"Yes, not that I expected that going in for either situation. It tends to be 'oh, by the way, we want to turn that into a movie'. Or rather, the first was 'oh, by the way, we made a movie, can we release it?' with this one being 'we want to make a movie'."
Amy rolled her eyes. "At least they ask you before releasing them."
"It's in my contracts."
Dennis coughed at that. "You have contracts for them making movies with you in them?"
It was Taylor's turn to roll her eyes. "I have contracts and agreements with the PRT for being a Ward. Or really, a parahuman tied to the overall PRT and Protectorate organization in general. Those require getting permission from the parahuman and/or their guardians before releasing things like films containing them or their likenesses. Generally guardians for those ten and under, parahuman and guardians for eleven to seventeen, and the parahuman alone for legal adults. Odd circumstances excepted, of course."
Louise frowned. "What kind of odd circumstances would those be?"
"Everything from mundane mental disability problems through to power-related issues."
"I find myself curious as to what kinds of power-related issues could affect releasing movies," Dennis admitted. "Do you have any examples?"
Taylor shrugged. "There's a note in the documentation on that covering the case of twins that seem to have to be unnoticed extras in movies and television shows to power up. They and their parents were denied permission to say 'no' when that detail was discovered."
There was a pause at that, before Dennis and a couple of people at the next table over pulled out phones. Probably to search for who the twins might be. Good luck to them on that, given that Taylor had gotten curious that day and knew that they were fraternal twins, brother and sister, with differing hair colors, and they didn't normally appear as extras together. Well, Dennis would probably have some luck if he checked the PRT's system, but the others weren't going to get anywhere.
Taylor headed home after school to drop off her bag and check on Ackbar. Admittedly, the latter hadn't been in her plans originally, but he'd found his way to the basement since she'd left that morning. Heading downstairs only took a couple of minutes, and she found that he'd created a trap web on the floor next to a hole in a box. With a sigh, she checked the box, finding it to be empty of anything that could trigger the trap web. There also weren't signs of there having been anything living in the box.
A loose screw kicked into the 'trap' proved to be enough to set it off, the screw being pulled into the center of it and held there for about a minute. She then picked Ackbar up and brought him back upstairs, leaving him in her room with the door shut. Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen was followed by leaving through the downstairs portal opener, heading to the PRT building as nobody had told her what was going on for her afternoon yet. All she had was a note that she should see Director Piggot about it.
She even managed to suppress the cringe as Amy started healing at the hospital. There'd been a car accident and they'd started her off with removing chunks of metal from a woman's leg.
Making her way up to Director Piggot's office took a little longer than anticipated due to needing to wait for the elevator. Or rather, she had been waiting for the elevator, gave up after determining that it was being held higher up in the building, and took the stairs. Though she did stop at the floor where the elevator was being held, out of curiosity. She decided that she didn't want to know why there were two groups arguing about how to fit a desk into the elevator and continued on her way.
"Good afternoon Miss Hebert," the secretary said as soon as Taylor entered the outer office. "Director Piggot is waiting for you, go right in."
"Thank you," Taylor replied, heading for the open door to the inner office.
"Good afternoon," Director Piggot said as Taylor entered. "Can you close the door and turn on the privacy field generator?"
"Good afternoon," Taylor said, doing as the woman had asked.
"Before I get to the rest of what I need to talk to you about, can you tell me what's gone wrong with my remote switch for the privacy field? It stopped working yesterday and maintenance hasn't gotten around to taking a look."
"Sure." It didn't take long to focus her tinker snark on the switch on the desk, nor to spot the problem. "It looks like the plug on the control box is slightly loose, plug it in all the way and it should work fine."
Blinking, Director Piggot checked the plug and found that it was loose. It 'clicked' when she pushed it in more, and she sighed. "I bet I dropped a folder on it just wrong. Thank you."
"No problem."
"Now then, as for the afternoon, you've been requested to help with figuring out the powers and needs of parahumans that aren't likely to go through normal testing. It's only technically on the books, for reasons that I'm sure you'll understand when you get there."
Taylor blinked at that. "When I get where, exactly?"
"I have no clue." She handed over a piece of paper. "I was told that this beacon code would work for the afternoon, but they'd be resetting and relocating it later. To that end, I haven't actually requested to be given knowledge as to where you're going, or details on those you're working with beyond what was needed to clear you for the trip. In fact, your father knows more about those details than I do."
"Wait, how would he know more than you do?"
"As I understand it? He spent over an hour earlier today talking to your uncle about it."
Ah. That kind of 'technically on the books', answering a number of questions and dropping several others into the mix. "I see."
"The only other detail I've got is that you're likely to be eating dinner away from home. Outside of that, I have an unofficial request. I'd prefer to not have to deal with someone that your uncle is having you work with in secret, on the basis that they're going to be far too much trouble on my part. As such, I'd appreciate it if you could avoid whoever they are being assigned to the ENE region. Assuming, of course, that they're going to be joining any region at all."
"I'll see what I can do, but I suspect that I'll have less control over that than you're hoping."
The Director sighed. "Yes, well, I felt that I had to try."
Taylor had exited the pocket dimension into the room that the beacon she was targeting was sitting in. In fact, the beacon was sitting on a table filled with magazines in the middle of the room, running on battery power. Her uncle was nearby, with three other parahumans, probably in an inner office instead of the obvious waiting room. Notably, one of the three parahumans had a snark that seemed shockingly similar to her uncle's and another had one that she half recognized but didn't have a name for yet.
"Taylor!" her uncle called a moment later, coming into the room. "Nice to see you. Welcome to West Virginia, though I'm going to apologize for not being able to show you the sights. Low-key meeting and all, I'm sure you understand."
"Hello," she returned. "So what's the full story, given that Director Piggot didn't want to know the details?"
He grimaced. "Long story short? Mary and Tori triggered in Riley's presence, then proceeded to help with heavily modifying the one responsible for the trigger in different ways. We need to know more about their urges, but it fairly quickly became obvious to me that I can't get a proper read off of Tori and I can't tell what's actual urges versus their slightly skewed mental state prior to triggering."
"Oh. Who's with them now?"
"Tracy, their therapist. Come on, let's get you properly introduced so that we can deal with this aspect of things."
It didn't take long to run through Mary and Tori being excited to see Taylor and Tracy gushing a little over how much Taylor had advanced the field of parahuman psychology. What took longer was telling the story of how that advancement had come about, which amused both girls.
"Now then," Taylor said when she was done. "I didn't come here just to tell stories. Amy just sat down to take a break while they move patients around, so I think I'll see what I can figure out about your snarks."
Both girls nodded, though Tracy looked pensive. "I don't suppose you can check with mine as well? I'm confused by some of the things it wants me to do."
Taylor nodded. "That shouldn't be a problem." In fact, she decided to start with the woman's.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
<BA: Data>
Taylor: While the basics of how I'm talking to you is probably interesting, your human is confused about what you want her to do. Though if that isn't specific enough for you I can ask her for more details.
[Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: I see. Thank you.
"Huh," Taylor said. "Apparently your snark wants you to use your knowledge and understanding to arrange for physical combat between people that won't hold back with each other."
Tracy blinked, then groaned. "I'm not a couples therapist. Most of my patients have no reason to fight with each other."
Taylor ignored her and reached out to Mary's snark next.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
Taylor: No, I'm not related to her by blood, but I wouldn't be surprised if she sees me as family because she sees my uncle as family.
[Query]
Taylor: Okay, technically I'm not related to him by blood either.
[...Query]
Taylor: No, I don't think that my organs are compatible with her, but that has more to do with the modifications I've had. Now then, before we get lost in this, are you willing to tell me what you do for her and what urges you're giving her?
[Data. Elaboration. Data. Query]
Taylor: Thank you.
<S: Data>
Taylor: And that's a decent summary of my changes.
Shaking her head slightly, Taylor looked at Mary. "So you specialize in adding redundancies and additional body parts, with a focus on improving combat potential and short-term trauma survivability. At the same time, your snark apparently didn't realize that blood types were a thing in humans, and you're likely to find yourself pushed to change those around you that aren't family. Apparently your snark feels that sacrificing long-term stability is a bad thing to do with those close to you."
"That is going to be hell on arranging for proper test subjects," Jacob groaned.
"Except that she only needs animals, not humans specifically."
He visibly blinked a few times at that. "Oh. That'll make things a lot easier than I thought."
"Her snark also really liked working with Riley's, since it knows that it can't do cross-species without the additional aid."
Everyone looked at Taylor, and Mary started grinning while Jacob facepalmed. Taylor let them do that, turning her attention to Tori's snark.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Accusation]
<BA: Retort>
[...Query]
<BA: Data>
[Affirmation]
<BA: Elaboration>
Taylor: Whoa there. How the hell is there this much animosity between you two when you've just met?
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: Okay, so you think that Broadcast Administrator is cheating cheater who cheats and that you've implemented connecting parahumans together properly.
[Elaboration. Data]
Taylor: Okay, and you don't talk to your human, which isn't supposed to be nearly as direct. On that front, I'd like to point out that apparently I'm responsible for the communication with my snark, as the first thing I did after triggering was lash out and connect it back to itself. Accidental loophole abuse.
<BA: Agreement>
Taylor: As for connecting parahumans together and being able to get too much data out, that was also an accident on my part. I reached out to two that were working on my body and didn't realize that I was going to be enabling them to work together instead of just getting a rundown of what they were doing to me.
<S: Agreement>
Taylor: Though I'll give you the multiple primary snarks bit. They figured that out without really consulting me as a solution to letting me be monitored remotely.
<BA: ...Agreement. Data>
[...Query]
<BA: Data>
[Acceptance]
Huh. 'Repairing host brain injuries' was apparently just interesting and not rule-breaking, despite being loophole abuse of its own. Good to know.
Taylor: Now that we've got that out of the way, any chance of a proper non-accusatory rundown of what you're doing for your human, and what urges you're giving her?
[Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: Thank you.
Shaking her head again, Taylor looked at Tori. "Your snark is giving you the ability to connect a few parahumans together for fugue-like action, though keeping you out of it. The number you can pull in will likely go up as it grows. Then there's the 'stab people from a distance' trick, which I think you'll find you care a lot less about using than you might otherwise expect. Finally, apparently it should be pushing you to help find solutions to violently protect people who can't protect themselves."
Tracy coughed. "Did you say violently protect?"
Taylor nodded. "The best defense is a good offense type thinking, though trying to stay flexible? Never know what snarks will be available to link to make it happen, but I suspect that she's going to want to experiment with a variety of combinations. All in all, I doubt that she's going to want to be on the 'front lines' from a combat point of view. More of a 'prepare things to equip others with' attitude?"
Tori was nodding along at that point. "Yeah. I don't think I care about fighting people."
"Beyond that, her snark was smug about pulling off the 'connect parahumans together' trick without 'abusing the rules', only to switch to almost pouting when it found out that I was responsible for most of that, purely by accident. It apparently thought that had been intended functionality at first and was flouting the rules instead of being offshoot abilities that hadn't been anticipated and thus didn't get locked down."
Her uncle looked at her, then sighed. "So it isn't valid to criticize it if you triggered the loopholes, only if your snark did?"
"I think that's the general idea, yes."
"That's a fun bit of insight. Is that tied into 'learning from us'?"
"I think so, yes."
"Good to know."
"I'm lost," Mary said. "What are you talking about now?"
Taylor considered that for a moment. "Snarks, the things that give us powers, seem to want us to find new ways to use them. If we do, they're happier, and if we figure out how to break their rules then they're generally okay with that. But if they break their rules without it being us doing so then other snarks don't like it."
It was, sadly, fairly obvious that Mary and Tori both didn't quite get that.
Taylor had spent an hour waiting in the other room with her uncle while Tracy talked to the two girls, during which he'd packed up the beacon and put it in his bag while updating Taylor on some of what had been going on. That was followed by two half-hour sessions, one with each girl talking with Tracy individually. They played card games with the one not currently with the therapist. Cleaning up after the card games happened while Jacob talked to Tracy for a few minutes.
"Okay," he said as he came out of the other room. "We're done here, but Tracy has to clean up and ensure that her notes are in order before she leaves to catch a plane home. How about we get going to the restaurant I booked a private room at? It's close enough to time for dinner, after all."
"Works for me," Taylor agreed, and the two girls initially looked like they were going to rush ahead. A quick look stopped that in its tracks.
The four headed outside to a likely-rented car, Taylor sitting in the passenger seat while both girls clambered into the back. It was a ten minute trip to the restaurant, and nobody gave the four of them a second look as they went in. A few minutes later they were in the private room, and Taylor noted that it had a privacy field generator. Apparently this wasn't just any private room.
"We can talk more freely once we've got our dinner," Jacob said as they sat down. "Until then, let's decide what we want to order."
It didn't take long to place orders, and they stuck to normal 'small talk' until their food arrived. At that point they ensured that the privacy field was turned on, in addition to the door being locked from the inside with a slide bolt.
"Okay," he said as he sat back down. "We're good for at least three quarters of an hour before anyone bothers us. Taylor, just so that you know, while both Mary and Tori are interested in being fugued on, I've told them no for now. That hasn't changed with the general impression that I've gotten of them not being likely to be going into battle, and thus not joining the Nine themselves."
Taylor nodded. "That makes sense. Give them more time being normal before changing things up on them?"
"Basically. Not that they're happy about it, of course. I'd rather they not run into problems like Riley did when she worked on herself and stunted her growth, and we're still running into occasional physical problems from their time in the pods. Most recently, we discovered that they have problems knowing when they've held their breath too long. Swimming has become a much more closely monitored activity as a result."
The two girls had looked annoyed at first, but switched to blushing in embarrassment. Taylor suspected that they'd had a near-drowning experience, possibly because swimming in the simulated environment hadn't forced them to 'come up for air' or something like that.
"Still," he continued. "There are other things that I'd like you to check with them. Ensure that they've properly recovered from their time in the pods is the primary one. There have been concerns raised as to whether or not there are physical side effects that are hindering their mental recovery. They, on the other hand, want to hear more about your own adventures as a parahuman and what being a Ward is like."
Taylor nodded. "I'll check them before we leave. If there is anything still in need of being fixed up then doing so will be easier after they've eaten."
With that said, she told the two girls stories about various things from her time as a Ward. The two girls liked some of the 'using the system to prank people', directly or indirectly. On the other hand, they didn't like the sound of how much paperwork Taylor had to fill out. That a lot of it was due to things that the girls shouldn't have to deal with was left unsaid, of course.
Other things obviously annoyed the girls, though what those were varied. Tori was obviously incredibly annoyed by the whole deal with the Butcher, but Mary was more affected by the comparative non-incidents such as the middle of the night ambush attempt in Las Vegas. At the same time, other things merely intrigued them, such as when Taylor talked about getting spider-bots to trigger so that they could use powers.
Eventually dinner came to an end, and Taylor double-checked both girls with Shaper. Neither had significant problems from their time in the pods, but Tori had injuries from when she'd triggered that had been mostly but not entirely corrected. Patching those up was easy enough. Once that was done they went their separate ways, Taylor leaving with a pocket dimension portal while her uncle took the two girls with the car.
Saturday morning dawned bright, early, and windy. The latter was primarily at the forest clearing when Taylor popped over to deploy the units they were using today. Which was apparently 'healing only in the morning, until the worst cases are out of the way, then switching to a few psychology sessions in the afternoon'. As a result, Taylor had just deployed the therapist unit along with the others.
Vicky was joining them as part of the security detail on-site today, with the hope of going out for a date with Dean tomorrow. As a result of that, she joined them in the gym that morning. Grumbling about the early hour, but she joined them.
"So they basically said that there will be a pile of critical cases coming in first?" Amy said as they worked out.
"Yep," Taylor said. "Starting me off helping with them before getting into talking with snarks."
"Sounds like the morning is going to be a little extra-hectic compared to the rest of the day," Vicky added. "Hopefully the PRT and Guild people are on the ball with moving people through."
Amy frowned. "I'm more concerned with someone going after Missy while we're out of the area. It seems like a good time to attempt it."
Taylor grinned. "It does, doesn't it? Except that I've got a message confirming that in a couple of hours she's due to head to Los Angeles to help with some things there. Anyone looking for her here will be sorely disappointed."
"Oh. That would make it harder to target her."
"Aisha and Chris are going to be patrolling with Takara later, but I don't think there will be any problems there beyond Takara pouting that she didn't get to join us this weekend. They're actually planning more of a public appearance Boardwalk run than anything else as well, so there shouldn't be any significant trouble."
Vicky sighed. "There rarely is on an average day. We used to run a near-constant danger profile around here, but now everything's been condensed into short bursts of violence with relatively peaceful periods between it all. I barely get to punch anyone by comparison, and annoying Lung is getting more boring as time goes on."
Taylor nodded. "I can see that. Maybe see if Takara wants to join in on the next 'battle'?"
The older girl paused at that, then grinned. "Okay, yes, that could be fun. Not sure if anyone else will go for it, and I suppose we'd have to see which 'side' of the battle she'd want to be on..."
The morning run of patients had actually started with islanders that didn't speak English. Or any other language the Guild had translators for, actually. But they understood hand signs well enough and there were a number of them with serious injuries or side effects from the immune system boosting flu. At the same time, they were all also reasonably quick to work with, being in good health other than the issues that brought them there. Well, that and a complete lack of smalltalk. Notably, none of them were parahumans.
After that they moved into those that could be better communicated with, even if only through translators. Most of those patients had serious injuries or obvious parahuman-induced problems. That included removing 'cybernetics' from an entire group of children that had apparently been caught by a tinker in a fugue. The tinker had also come along to offer what assistance they could, most of which was ensuring that things shut down properly as they were removed. Sadly, they couldn't actually remove everything, in particular the implants that improved eyesight and hearing. Those had been tied directly into the brain.
Removing things from the tinker was seen as the lowest priority on the list for that group, and because of that the tinker had neglected to inform anyone that they had acute radiation poisoning. Luckily it was still treatable by the girls, and they got the nuclear power source out of the man's stomach. The effects wouldn't all go away, but they were able to deal with most of them.
The rest of the morning felt far more 'routine', almost entirely one-off problems of varying kinds and severities. At the same time, it was obvious that things had been loosely ordered, as the average severity dropped over time, until lunchtime came and they prepared to split focus to allow Taylor to work with parahumans. They were hoping to get five through today, given that they could be time consuming.
"Hello there," Taylor greeted her third parahuman patient of the afternoon, the first two having gotten nowhere due to incredibly stubborn snarks. The young girl couldn't have been any older than nine and was there with her normal therapist. "How are you?"
The girl didn't seem to want to say anything, but her therapist patted her on the head. "Kim is quite shy, which is part of the problem. We know she isn't getting proper use out of her powers, but can't get her to tell us what urges she's getting."
Taylor nodded. "Well, let's see if I can figure that out."
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
Taylor: I'm the human that your human was brought to talk with. I'd like to help both of you by letting others know what you want your human to do.
[...Query]
Taylor: I suppose knowing what she can do would help me understand, but unless she isn't using all of the abilities that you give her then I probably don't need to know.
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: I see. How long does that last bit require to take hold properly?
[Data]
Taylor: Thank you. I'll let them know.
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: And I can certainly let them know that as well.
Taylor nodded slightly. "It looks like Kim probably needs a pet. Any mammal will work, but I think I'll recommend a cat or a dog. It'll probably take two or three months of her bonding with it, at which point she'll be able to 'fuse' with said pet to become a temporary hybrid. Well, assuming she ever decides to split again, there was an implication of that being optional."
The therapist blinked a couple of times before looking down at Kim. "How in the world does that connect to the ability to combine flowers?"
"Working with flowers was completely unexpected in that even her snark wasn't expecting it, but it was an interesting diversion and it learned quite a bit in the process. At the same time, she needs to use the primary function that she's been neglecting."
"Okay. Hopefully her parents don't freak out about that."
Taylor sighed as they locked up the roll-out units for the night, though they didn't store them. She'd only been able to help the one girl all afternoon, the rest of the snarks involved not wanting to talk at all. They'd actually gotten twelve parahumans through because she'd given up quickly enough on a number of them. Not that anyone was blaming her for snarks not wanting to talk.
It wasn't long before everyone headed home for the evening, to eat dinner with family and all of that. Taylor opted to work ahead on some homework while relaxing in her room, while Amy had opted for an extra-long bath. Then again, the other girl had ended her day with a couple of patients that had shown up absolutely filthy, to the point where the helping personnel had run around with cleaning supplies and disinfectants after running the two through.
Tomorrow was hopefully going to be run similar to how the afternoon had been today, with Taylor going straight into attempts at working with powers while Amy dealt with healing. They'd brought all of the 'critical' patients that they'd known about through already, though had cautioned that who knew what would come up overnight. Healing was a never-ending thing, it alone would ensure that Taylor and Amy had things to do for the rest of their lives.
Shortly before going to bed, Taylor opted to check on how the other Wards had fared. Aisha and Chris had run into basically nothing but a lot of people that wanted to quiz Takara, which got the opposite reaction because the girl clammed up and tried to hide behind her fellow Wards instead. Missy, on the other hand, was apparently spending the night in Los Angeles after getting quite a bit done today. She'd finish up tomorrow and return sometime during the day.
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Beyond that, the morning was reasonably calm for her, with Amy and Vicky saying little to nothing of interest in the gym. At least until reaching school, at which point the questions about the previous day started. And were generally ignored. It took until lunchtime for someone to ask politely. It didn't really surprise Taylor that said someone was Louise, just after sitting down with her own lunch.
"Hey Taylor, Amy, Dennis," Louise said, then frowned and looked around. "No Vicky, Dean, Chris, or Missy?"
"Missy got dragged off by Vicky to the other corner to be quizzed about things she saw and participated in yesterday afternoon," Amy replied. "Dean went with them, and I can see that Chris is still in line to get lunch."
"Oh. I'm more interested in what you were up to. Will there be any more official information on that?"
Taylor nodded. "They're working on making a documentary to cover it."
Louise blinked. "Does that mean that you're going to be in another movie?"
"Yes, not that I expected that going in for either situation. It tends to be 'oh, by the way, we want to turn that into a movie'. Or rather, the first was 'oh, by the way, we made a movie, can we release it?' with this one being 'we want to make a movie'."
Amy rolled her eyes. "At least they ask you before releasing them."
"It's in my contracts."
Dennis coughed at that. "You have contracts for them making movies with you in them?"
It was Taylor's turn to roll her eyes. "I have contracts and agreements with the PRT for being a Ward. Or really, a parahuman tied to the overall PRT and Protectorate organization in general. Those require getting permission from the parahuman and/or their guardians before releasing things like films containing them or their likenesses. Generally guardians for those ten and under, parahuman and guardians for eleven to seventeen, and the parahuman alone for legal adults. Odd circumstances excepted, of course."
Louise frowned. "What kind of odd circumstances would those be?"
"Everything from mundane mental disability problems through to power-related issues."
"I find myself curious as to what kinds of power-related issues could affect releasing movies," Dennis admitted. "Do you have any examples?"
Taylor shrugged. "There's a note in the documentation on that covering the case of twins that seem to have to be unnoticed extras in movies and television shows to power up. They and their parents were denied permission to say 'no' when that detail was discovered."
There was a pause at that, before Dennis and a couple of people at the next table over pulled out phones. Probably to search for who the twins might be. Good luck to them on that, given that Taylor had gotten curious that day and knew that they were fraternal twins, brother and sister, with differing hair colors, and they didn't normally appear as extras together. Well, Dennis would probably have some luck if he checked the PRT's system, but the others weren't going to get anywhere.
Taylor headed home after school to drop off her bag and check on Ackbar. Admittedly, the latter hadn't been in her plans originally, but he'd found his way to the basement since she'd left that morning. Heading downstairs only took a couple of minutes, and she found that he'd created a trap web on the floor next to a hole in a box. With a sigh, she checked the box, finding it to be empty of anything that could trigger the trap web. There also weren't signs of there having been anything living in the box.
A loose screw kicked into the 'trap' proved to be enough to set it off, the screw being pulled into the center of it and held there for about a minute. She then picked Ackbar up and brought him back upstairs, leaving him in her room with the door shut. Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen was followed by leaving through the downstairs portal opener, heading to the PRT building as nobody had told her what was going on for her afternoon yet. All she had was a note that she should see Director Piggot about it.
She even managed to suppress the cringe as Amy started healing at the hospital. There'd been a car accident and they'd started her off with removing chunks of metal from a woman's leg.
Making her way up to Director Piggot's office took a little longer than anticipated due to needing to wait for the elevator. Or rather, she had been waiting for the elevator, gave up after determining that it was being held higher up in the building, and took the stairs. Though she did stop at the floor where the elevator was being held, out of curiosity. She decided that she didn't want to know why there were two groups arguing about how to fit a desk into the elevator and continued on her way.
"Good afternoon Miss Hebert," the secretary said as soon as Taylor entered the outer office. "Director Piggot is waiting for you, go right in."
"Thank you," Taylor replied, heading for the open door to the inner office.
"Good afternoon," Director Piggot said as Taylor entered. "Can you close the door and turn on the privacy field generator?"
"Good afternoon," Taylor said, doing as the woman had asked.
"Before I get to the rest of what I need to talk to you about, can you tell me what's gone wrong with my remote switch for the privacy field? It stopped working yesterday and maintenance hasn't gotten around to taking a look."
"Sure." It didn't take long to focus her tinker snark on the switch on the desk, nor to spot the problem. "It looks like the plug on the control box is slightly loose, plug it in all the way and it should work fine."
Blinking, Director Piggot checked the plug and found that it was loose. It 'clicked' when she pushed it in more, and she sighed. "I bet I dropped a folder on it just wrong. Thank you."
"No problem."
"Now then, as for the afternoon, you've been requested to help with figuring out the powers and needs of parahumans that aren't likely to go through normal testing. It's only technically on the books, for reasons that I'm sure you'll understand when you get there."
Taylor blinked at that. "When I get where, exactly?"
"I have no clue." She handed over a piece of paper. "I was told that this beacon code would work for the afternoon, but they'd be resetting and relocating it later. To that end, I haven't actually requested to be given knowledge as to where you're going, or details on those you're working with beyond what was needed to clear you for the trip. In fact, your father knows more about those details than I do."
"Wait, how would he know more than you do?"
"As I understand it? He spent over an hour earlier today talking to your uncle about it."
Ah. That kind of 'technically on the books', answering a number of questions and dropping several others into the mix. "I see."
"The only other detail I've got is that you're likely to be eating dinner away from home. Outside of that, I have an unofficial request. I'd prefer to not have to deal with someone that your uncle is having you work with in secret, on the basis that they're going to be far too much trouble on my part. As such, I'd appreciate it if you could avoid whoever they are being assigned to the ENE region. Assuming, of course, that they're going to be joining any region at all."
"I'll see what I can do, but I suspect that I'll have less control over that than you're hoping."
The Director sighed. "Yes, well, I felt that I had to try."
Taylor had exited the pocket dimension into the room that the beacon she was targeting was sitting in. In fact, the beacon was sitting on a table filled with magazines in the middle of the room, running on battery power. Her uncle was nearby, with three other parahumans, probably in an inner office instead of the obvious waiting room. Notably, one of the three parahumans had a snark that seemed shockingly similar to her uncle's and another had one that she half recognized but didn't have a name for yet.
"Taylor!" her uncle called a moment later, coming into the room. "Nice to see you. Welcome to West Virginia, though I'm going to apologize for not being able to show you the sights. Low-key meeting and all, I'm sure you understand."
"Hello," she returned. "So what's the full story, given that Director Piggot didn't want to know the details?"
He grimaced. "Long story short? Mary and Tori triggered in Riley's presence, then proceeded to help with heavily modifying the one responsible for the trigger in different ways. We need to know more about their urges, but it fairly quickly became obvious to me that I can't get a proper read off of Tori and I can't tell what's actual urges versus their slightly skewed mental state prior to triggering."
"Oh. Who's with them now?"
"Tracy, their therapist. Come on, let's get you properly introduced so that we can deal with this aspect of things."
It didn't take long to run through Mary and Tori being excited to see Taylor and Tracy gushing a little over how much Taylor had advanced the field of parahuman psychology. What took longer was telling the story of how that advancement had come about, which amused both girls.
"Now then," Taylor said when she was done. "I didn't come here just to tell stories. Amy just sat down to take a break while they move patients around, so I think I'll see what I can figure out about your snarks."
Both girls nodded, though Tracy looked pensive. "I don't suppose you can check with mine as well? I'm confused by some of the things it wants me to do."
Taylor nodded. "That shouldn't be a problem." In fact, she decided to start with the woman's.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
<BA: Data>
Taylor: While the basics of how I'm talking to you is probably interesting, your human is confused about what you want her to do. Though if that isn't specific enough for you I can ask her for more details.
[Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: I see. Thank you.
"Huh," Taylor said. "Apparently your snark wants you to use your knowledge and understanding to arrange for physical combat between people that won't hold back with each other."
Tracy blinked, then groaned. "I'm not a couples therapist. Most of my patients have no reason to fight with each other."
Taylor ignored her and reached out to Mary's snark next.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
Taylor: No, I'm not related to her by blood, but I wouldn't be surprised if she sees me as family because she sees my uncle as family.
[Query]
Taylor: Okay, technically I'm not related to him by blood either.
[...Query]
Taylor: No, I don't think that my organs are compatible with her, but that has more to do with the modifications I've had. Now then, before we get lost in this, are you willing to tell me what you do for her and what urges you're giving her?
[Data. Elaboration. Data. Query]
Taylor: Thank you.
<S: Data>
Taylor: And that's a decent summary of my changes.
Shaking her head slightly, Taylor looked at Mary. "So you specialize in adding redundancies and additional body parts, with a focus on improving combat potential and short-term trauma survivability. At the same time, your snark apparently didn't realize that blood types were a thing in humans, and you're likely to find yourself pushed to change those around you that aren't family. Apparently your snark feels that sacrificing long-term stability is a bad thing to do with those close to you."
"That is going to be hell on arranging for proper test subjects," Jacob groaned.
"Except that she only needs animals, not humans specifically."
He visibly blinked a few times at that. "Oh. That'll make things a lot easier than I thought."
"Her snark also really liked working with Riley's, since it knows that it can't do cross-species without the additional aid."
Everyone looked at Taylor, and Mary started grinning while Jacob facepalmed. Taylor let them do that, turning her attention to Tori's snark.
Taylor: Hello there.
[Accusation]
<BA: Retort>
[...Query]
<BA: Data>
[Affirmation]
<BA: Elaboration>
Taylor: Whoa there. How the hell is there this much animosity between you two when you've just met?
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: Okay, so you think that Broadcast Administrator is cheating cheater who cheats and that you've implemented connecting parahumans together properly.
[Elaboration. Data]
Taylor: Okay, and you don't talk to your human, which isn't supposed to be nearly as direct. On that front, I'd like to point out that apparently I'm responsible for the communication with my snark, as the first thing I did after triggering was lash out and connect it back to itself. Accidental loophole abuse.
<BA: Agreement>
Taylor: As for connecting parahumans together and being able to get too much data out, that was also an accident on my part. I reached out to two that were working on my body and didn't realize that I was going to be enabling them to work together instead of just getting a rundown of what they were doing to me.
<S: Agreement>
Taylor: Though I'll give you the multiple primary snarks bit. They figured that out without really consulting me as a solution to letting me be monitored remotely.
<BA: ...Agreement. Data>
[...Query]
<BA: Data>
[Acceptance]
Huh. 'Repairing host brain injuries' was apparently just interesting and not rule-breaking, despite being loophole abuse of its own. Good to know.
Taylor: Now that we've got that out of the way, any chance of a proper non-accusatory rundown of what you're doing for your human, and what urges you're giving her?
[Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: Thank you.
Shaking her head again, Taylor looked at Tori. "Your snark is giving you the ability to connect a few parahumans together for fugue-like action, though keeping you out of it. The number you can pull in will likely go up as it grows. Then there's the 'stab people from a distance' trick, which I think you'll find you care a lot less about using than you might otherwise expect. Finally, apparently it should be pushing you to help find solutions to violently protect people who can't protect themselves."
Tracy coughed. "Did you say violently protect?"
Taylor nodded. "The best defense is a good offense type thinking, though trying to stay flexible? Never know what snarks will be available to link to make it happen, but I suspect that she's going to want to experiment with a variety of combinations. All in all, I doubt that she's going to want to be on the 'front lines' from a combat point of view. More of a 'prepare things to equip others with' attitude?"
Tori was nodding along at that point. "Yeah. I don't think I care about fighting people."
"Beyond that, her snark was smug about pulling off the 'connect parahumans together' trick without 'abusing the rules', only to switch to almost pouting when it found out that I was responsible for most of that, purely by accident. It apparently thought that had been intended functionality at first and was flouting the rules instead of being offshoot abilities that hadn't been anticipated and thus didn't get locked down."
Her uncle looked at her, then sighed. "So it isn't valid to criticize it if you triggered the loopholes, only if your snark did?"
"I think that's the general idea, yes."
"That's a fun bit of insight. Is that tied into 'learning from us'?"
"I think so, yes."
"Good to know."
"I'm lost," Mary said. "What are you talking about now?"
Taylor considered that for a moment. "Snarks, the things that give us powers, seem to want us to find new ways to use them. If we do, they're happier, and if we figure out how to break their rules then they're generally okay with that. But if they break their rules without it being us doing so then other snarks don't like it."
It was, sadly, fairly obvious that Mary and Tori both didn't quite get that.
Taylor had spent an hour waiting in the other room with her uncle while Tracy talked to the two girls, during which he'd packed up the beacon and put it in his bag while updating Taylor on some of what had been going on. That was followed by two half-hour sessions, one with each girl talking with Tracy individually. They played card games with the one not currently with the therapist. Cleaning up after the card games happened while Jacob talked to Tracy for a few minutes.
"Okay," he said as he came out of the other room. "We're done here, but Tracy has to clean up and ensure that her notes are in order before she leaves to catch a plane home. How about we get going to the restaurant I booked a private room at? It's close enough to time for dinner, after all."
"Works for me," Taylor agreed, and the two girls initially looked like they were going to rush ahead. A quick look stopped that in its tracks.
The four headed outside to a likely-rented car, Taylor sitting in the passenger seat while both girls clambered into the back. It was a ten minute trip to the restaurant, and nobody gave the four of them a second look as they went in. A few minutes later they were in the private room, and Taylor noted that it had a privacy field generator. Apparently this wasn't just any private room.
"We can talk more freely once we've got our dinner," Jacob said as they sat down. "Until then, let's decide what we want to order."
It didn't take long to place orders, and they stuck to normal 'small talk' until their food arrived. At that point they ensured that the privacy field was turned on, in addition to the door being locked from the inside with a slide bolt.
"Okay," he said as he sat back down. "We're good for at least three quarters of an hour before anyone bothers us. Taylor, just so that you know, while both Mary and Tori are interested in being fugued on, I've told them no for now. That hasn't changed with the general impression that I've gotten of them not being likely to be going into battle, and thus not joining the Nine themselves."
Taylor nodded. "That makes sense. Give them more time being normal before changing things up on them?"
"Basically. Not that they're happy about it, of course. I'd rather they not run into problems like Riley did when she worked on herself and stunted her growth, and we're still running into occasional physical problems from their time in the pods. Most recently, we discovered that they have problems knowing when they've held their breath too long. Swimming has become a much more closely monitored activity as a result."
The two girls had looked annoyed at first, but switched to blushing in embarrassment. Taylor suspected that they'd had a near-drowning experience, possibly because swimming in the simulated environment hadn't forced them to 'come up for air' or something like that.
"Still," he continued. "There are other things that I'd like you to check with them. Ensure that they've properly recovered from their time in the pods is the primary one. There have been concerns raised as to whether or not there are physical side effects that are hindering their mental recovery. They, on the other hand, want to hear more about your own adventures as a parahuman and what being a Ward is like."
Taylor nodded. "I'll check them before we leave. If there is anything still in need of being fixed up then doing so will be easier after they've eaten."
With that said, she told the two girls stories about various things from her time as a Ward. The two girls liked some of the 'using the system to prank people', directly or indirectly. On the other hand, they didn't like the sound of how much paperwork Taylor had to fill out. That a lot of it was due to things that the girls shouldn't have to deal with was left unsaid, of course.
Other things obviously annoyed the girls, though what those were varied. Tori was obviously incredibly annoyed by the whole deal with the Butcher, but Mary was more affected by the comparative non-incidents such as the middle of the night ambush attempt in Las Vegas. At the same time, other things merely intrigued them, such as when Taylor talked about getting spider-bots to trigger so that they could use powers.
Eventually dinner came to an end, and Taylor double-checked both girls with Shaper. Neither had significant problems from their time in the pods, but Tori had injuries from when she'd triggered that had been mostly but not entirely corrected. Patching those up was easy enough. Once that was done they went their separate ways, Taylor leaving with a pocket dimension portal while her uncle took the two girls with the car.
Saturday morning dawned bright, early, and windy. The latter was primarily at the forest clearing when Taylor popped over to deploy the units they were using today. Which was apparently 'healing only in the morning, until the worst cases are out of the way, then switching to a few psychology sessions in the afternoon'. As a result, Taylor had just deployed the therapist unit along with the others.
Vicky was joining them as part of the security detail on-site today, with the hope of going out for a date with Dean tomorrow. As a result of that, she joined them in the gym that morning. Grumbling about the early hour, but she joined them.
"So they basically said that there will be a pile of critical cases coming in first?" Amy said as they worked out.
"Yep," Taylor said. "Starting me off helping with them before getting into talking with snarks."
"Sounds like the morning is going to be a little extra-hectic compared to the rest of the day," Vicky added. "Hopefully the PRT and Guild people are on the ball with moving people through."
Amy frowned. "I'm more concerned with someone going after Missy while we're out of the area. It seems like a good time to attempt it."
Taylor grinned. "It does, doesn't it? Except that I've got a message confirming that in a couple of hours she's due to head to Los Angeles to help with some things there. Anyone looking for her here will be sorely disappointed."
"Oh. That would make it harder to target her."
"Aisha and Chris are going to be patrolling with Takara later, but I don't think there will be any problems there beyond Takara pouting that she didn't get to join us this weekend. They're actually planning more of a public appearance Boardwalk run than anything else as well, so there shouldn't be any significant trouble."
Vicky sighed. "There rarely is on an average day. We used to run a near-constant danger profile around here, but now everything's been condensed into short bursts of violence with relatively peaceful periods between it all. I barely get to punch anyone by comparison, and annoying Lung is getting more boring as time goes on."
Taylor nodded. "I can see that. Maybe see if Takara wants to join in on the next 'battle'?"
The older girl paused at that, then grinned. "Okay, yes, that could be fun. Not sure if anyone else will go for it, and I suppose we'd have to see which 'side' of the battle she'd want to be on..."
The morning run of patients had actually started with islanders that didn't speak English. Or any other language the Guild had translators for, actually. But they understood hand signs well enough and there were a number of them with serious injuries or side effects from the immune system boosting flu. At the same time, they were all also reasonably quick to work with, being in good health other than the issues that brought them there. Well, that and a complete lack of smalltalk. Notably, none of them were parahumans.
After that they moved into those that could be better communicated with, even if only through translators. Most of those patients had serious injuries or obvious parahuman-induced problems. That included removing 'cybernetics' from an entire group of children that had apparently been caught by a tinker in a fugue. The tinker had also come along to offer what assistance they could, most of which was ensuring that things shut down properly as they were removed. Sadly, they couldn't actually remove everything, in particular the implants that improved eyesight and hearing. Those had been tied directly into the brain.
Removing things from the tinker was seen as the lowest priority on the list for that group, and because of that the tinker had neglected to inform anyone that they had acute radiation poisoning. Luckily it was still treatable by the girls, and they got the nuclear power source out of the man's stomach. The effects wouldn't all go away, but they were able to deal with most of them.
The rest of the morning felt far more 'routine', almost entirely one-off problems of varying kinds and severities. At the same time, it was obvious that things had been loosely ordered, as the average severity dropped over time, until lunchtime came and they prepared to split focus to allow Taylor to work with parahumans. They were hoping to get five through today, given that they could be time consuming.
"Hello there," Taylor greeted her third parahuman patient of the afternoon, the first two having gotten nowhere due to incredibly stubborn snarks. The young girl couldn't have been any older than nine and was there with her normal therapist. "How are you?"
The girl didn't seem to want to say anything, but her therapist patted her on the head. "Kim is quite shy, which is part of the problem. We know she isn't getting proper use out of her powers, but can't get her to tell us what urges she's getting."
Taylor nodded. "Well, let's see if I can figure that out."
Taylor: Hello there.
[Query]
Taylor: I'm the human that your human was brought to talk with. I'd like to help both of you by letting others know what you want your human to do.
[...Query]
Taylor: I suppose knowing what she can do would help me understand, but unless she isn't using all of the abilities that you give her then I probably don't need to know.
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: I see. How long does that last bit require to take hold properly?
[Data]
Taylor: Thank you. I'll let them know.
[...Data. Elaboration]
Taylor: And I can certainly let them know that as well.
Taylor nodded slightly. "It looks like Kim probably needs a pet. Any mammal will work, but I think I'll recommend a cat or a dog. It'll probably take two or three months of her bonding with it, at which point she'll be able to 'fuse' with said pet to become a temporary hybrid. Well, assuming she ever decides to split again, there was an implication of that being optional."
The therapist blinked a couple of times before looking down at Kim. "How in the world does that connect to the ability to combine flowers?"
"Working with flowers was completely unexpected in that even her snark wasn't expecting it, but it was an interesting diversion and it learned quite a bit in the process. At the same time, she needs to use the primary function that she's been neglecting."
"Okay. Hopefully her parents don't freak out about that."
Taylor sighed as they locked up the roll-out units for the night, though they didn't store them. She'd only been able to help the one girl all afternoon, the rest of the snarks involved not wanting to talk at all. They'd actually gotten twelve parahumans through because she'd given up quickly enough on a number of them. Not that anyone was blaming her for snarks not wanting to talk.
It wasn't long before everyone headed home for the evening, to eat dinner with family and all of that. Taylor opted to work ahead on some homework while relaxing in her room, while Amy had opted for an extra-long bath. Then again, the other girl had ended her day with a couple of patients that had shown up absolutely filthy, to the point where the helping personnel had run around with cleaning supplies and disinfectants after running the two through.
Tomorrow was hopefully going to be run similar to how the afternoon had been today, with Taylor going straight into attempts at working with powers while Amy dealt with healing. They'd brought all of the 'critical' patients that they'd known about through already, though had cautioned that who knew what would come up overnight. Healing was a never-ending thing, it alone would ensure that Taylor and Amy had things to do for the rest of their lives.
Shortly before going to bed, Taylor opted to check on how the other Wards had fared. Aisha and Chris had run into basically nothing but a lot of people that wanted to quiz Takara, which got the opposite reaction because the girl clammed up and tried to hide behind her fellow Wards instead. Missy, on the other hand, was apparently spending the night in Los Angeles after getting quite a bit done today. She'd finish up tomorrow and return sometime during the day.
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