10-2 Instanter (Interludes: Various)
- Location
- The House of Moon and Star
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Tattletale:
Today was the day.
It was the day their fledgling team, the "Undersiders" would truly take off and fly, or perhaps crash ignominiously to the ground and juvenile detention. Probably the latter. Because their great big reputation-boosting scheme was pretty darn stupid. You could get away with a lot in the parahuman world, if you were clever and lucky, or just really powerful, but Tattletale didn't exactly have a ton of confidence in the plan.
Today was the day the Undersiders would attempt to rob the Brockton Bay Central Bank.
The plan was perfect, assuming everything happened according to it. Which applied to most plans, really. That did not make it a good plan.
No plan that involved holding up a bank in broad daylight was a good plan.
But she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, so she was going through with it.
And, naturally, that didn't mean her other headaches had stopped. There were plenty of those. Not just from her power, either. There was apparently a powerful new Master in town, able to bury some druggie who tried to kidnap her in bugs. She almost hadn't believed Alec when he told her he'd saved some kid from a guy with a gun and a syringe, only for the kid to immediately and literally swarm the unfortunate degenerate under, (and she wasn't sure which of those was more unbelievable) but her power told her he was telling the truth for once. Hopefully the unknown kid wouldn't interfere with today. There was really no reason to expect her to mess things up besides Murphy's law and the evil machinations of Coil, but that could very well be enough.
Meanwhile, Alec was a sarcastic, lazy, jerk, Rachel constantly had to be held back from flying off the handle, and Brian was…
Well he was actually a pretty good teammate, all things considered, but he didn't make up for the unreliability of the other two. Still, at least her actual teammates were probably on her side. Probably being the operative word, but still. The backup Coil had agreed to provide in order to make Grue agree to do this probably wasn't.
Especially since she didn't know who it was, or if they even existed. Given everything else Coil had done, breaking promises probably wasn't where he drew the line.
Coil himself definitely wasn't on her side. Lisa was 100% certain that the mandatory robbery was, at best, intended to cause a big loud distraction and draw all of the available law-enforcement to it. That was the best case scenario, not the only one. She was equally certain that Coil wouldn't rescue them if they got caught. He'd send someone to keep her from talking, probably fatally, but that was it.
Granted, she'd kill him if she got half a chance, but he was the one who'd pressed her into his service at gunpoint. She felt pretty justified in that.
Lisa Wilborn technically had a plan.
Taylor:
Today was the day.
Admittedly, there had been a lot of "the days" of late, but this was the day Winslow was going down. Someone had actually been looking into Winslow, apparently, and now she was expected to meet the district superintendent to tell her side of the story. Dad had, after checking to make sure she was okay with it, scheduled the meeting for 12:30, the earliest slot available. Taylor was dressing as nicely as she could. Which still wasn't exactly black tie, but it'd have to do. Jacqueline had come in halfway through and stopped her from picking out a bright red flower. Taylor had thought she needed an accent, like how Jacqueline had insisted on yesterday, but the same girl stopped her today for some reason. The end result was a lot better than she could have managed last week, anyway, so she wasn't about to complain.
She'd also had to shove her protesting father out the door to go to work, since he'd already missed so much. She hadn't been able to stop him promising to attend the meeting itself, but she'd make it there on her own. After she dropped off Jacqueline at the PRT, since there was no chance she was going to leave the girl without powerful supervision. Not after yesterday.
Taylor Hebert sort of had a plan.
Coil:
Today was the day.
Everything was proceeding according to plan. [This was the moment when your classic James Bond villain would unleash an evil laugh, but Coil wasn't actually a Bond villain. Despite the underground base, army of mercenaries, and his various self-destruct devices. It's an understandable mistake, but actual Bond villains weren't quite as disgusting or horribly petty as Coil, and they tended towards grand gestures rather than gradual undermining.]
Several things would happen today. Some of them had been orchestrated by him, some he was merely twisting in his favor. The local Protectorate would be busy with a conference, which was why he'd picked today in the first place. The Undersiders would rob Brockton Bay Central Bank, and probably draw the attention of the PRT and its Wards. The PRT's new golden goose would be in the bank at the time, which would make sure of it. Taylor Hebert/Vespiary would be very busy with a sudden meeting with the district superintendent to explain what happened at Winslow.
One of Coil's agents had brought things to the superintendent's attention at just the right time, and Taylor's father had agreed to a meeting almost immediately. The superintendent's office was on the edges of the city, thanks to a corrupt mayor and a crooked building firm all of twenty years ago, so even if she heard about the bank robbery she'd be too late to interfere. It wouldn't do for his carefully-orchestrated distraction to get taken out in moments after all.
And the usual gang violence would continue unabated, of course. Coil even had a few agents provocateur ready to make sure today was interesting.
More importantly, today was the day he'd finally get his hands on Dinah Alcott. [Evil Laughter did not actually happen here, but would have been dramatically appropriate.] Then his power would be all the greater. Dinah Alcott was a precog, and a rather powerful one at that. She was also a pretty and somewhat rich preteen from a politically powerful family (her uncle was the mayor), but that had nothing to do with why Coil was going to have her kidnapped. He just wanted her power, which he theorized would synchronize well with his own, for himself. And he was willing to go to just about any lengths to get it.
He'd tried before, of course, but his previous attempts had all failed or drawn too much attention. Now, however, the entirety of the PRT-Aligned forces of the city would be too busy to even notice when his men grabbed her. He'd get the girl, and all her parahuman power too.
Thomas Calvert had a plan.
Dinah Alcott:
Today was the day.
By the time the sun set, Dinah Alcott would quite likely be either free of the dark futures and the bad men she saw in her future, or she would in their grip. If she did nothing, it would almost certainly be the latter. 96.017% chance. Her headache was really bad. But she'd stumbled across a better possibility, and she intended to take it. The odds were good that she wouldn't regret it. 79.242% chance.
She didn't know why, but the PRT was much more likely to believe her and take adequate protection measures now, provided she reached the right people. 84.512% chance.
Dinah Alcott had a plan.
Today was the day.
It was the day their fledgling team, the "Undersiders" would truly take off and fly, or perhaps crash ignominiously to the ground and juvenile detention. Probably the latter. Because their great big reputation-boosting scheme was pretty darn stupid. You could get away with a lot in the parahuman world, if you were clever and lucky, or just really powerful, but Tattletale didn't exactly have a ton of confidence in the plan.
Today was the day the Undersiders would attempt to rob the Brockton Bay Central Bank.
The plan was perfect, assuming everything happened according to it. Which applied to most plans, really. That did not make it a good plan.
No plan that involved holding up a bank in broad daylight was a good plan.
But she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, so she was going through with it.
And, naturally, that didn't mean her other headaches had stopped. There were plenty of those. Not just from her power, either. There was apparently a powerful new Master in town, able to bury some druggie who tried to kidnap her in bugs. She almost hadn't believed Alec when he told her he'd saved some kid from a guy with a gun and a syringe, only for the kid to immediately and literally swarm the unfortunate degenerate under, (and she wasn't sure which of those was more unbelievable) but her power told her he was telling the truth for once. Hopefully the unknown kid wouldn't interfere with today. There was really no reason to expect her to mess things up besides Murphy's law and the evil machinations of Coil, but that could very well be enough.
Meanwhile, Alec was a sarcastic, lazy, jerk, Rachel constantly had to be held back from flying off the handle, and Brian was…
Well he was actually a pretty good teammate, all things considered, but he didn't make up for the unreliability of the other two. Still, at least her actual teammates were probably on her side. Probably being the operative word, but still. The backup Coil had agreed to provide in order to make Grue agree to do this probably wasn't.
Especially since she didn't know who it was, or if they even existed. Given everything else Coil had done, breaking promises probably wasn't where he drew the line.
Coil himself definitely wasn't on her side. Lisa was 100% certain that the mandatory robbery was, at best, intended to cause a big loud distraction and draw all of the available law-enforcement to it. That was the best case scenario, not the only one. She was equally certain that Coil wouldn't rescue them if they got caught. He'd send someone to keep her from talking, probably fatally, but that was it.
Granted, she'd kill him if she got half a chance, but he was the one who'd pressed her into his service at gunpoint. She felt pretty justified in that.
Lisa Wilborn technically had a plan.
Taylor:
Today was the day.
Admittedly, there had been a lot of "the days" of late, but this was the day Winslow was going down. Someone had actually been looking into Winslow, apparently, and now she was expected to meet the district superintendent to tell her side of the story. Dad had, after checking to make sure she was okay with it, scheduled the meeting for 12:30, the earliest slot available. Taylor was dressing as nicely as she could. Which still wasn't exactly black tie, but it'd have to do. Jacqueline had come in halfway through and stopped her from picking out a bright red flower. Taylor had thought she needed an accent, like how Jacqueline had insisted on yesterday, but the same girl stopped her today for some reason. The end result was a lot better than she could have managed last week, anyway, so she wasn't about to complain.
She'd also had to shove her protesting father out the door to go to work, since he'd already missed so much. She hadn't been able to stop him promising to attend the meeting itself, but she'd make it there on her own. After she dropped off Jacqueline at the PRT, since there was no chance she was going to leave the girl without powerful supervision. Not after yesterday.
Taylor Hebert sort of had a plan.
Coil:
Today was the day.
Everything was proceeding according to plan. [This was the moment when your classic James Bond villain would unleash an evil laugh, but Coil wasn't actually a Bond villain. Despite the underground base, army of mercenaries, and his various self-destruct devices. It's an understandable mistake, but actual Bond villains weren't quite as disgusting or horribly petty as Coil, and they tended towards grand gestures rather than gradual undermining.]
Several things would happen today. Some of them had been orchestrated by him, some he was merely twisting in his favor. The local Protectorate would be busy with a conference, which was why he'd picked today in the first place. The Undersiders would rob Brockton Bay Central Bank, and probably draw the attention of the PRT and its Wards. The PRT's new golden goose would be in the bank at the time, which would make sure of it. Taylor Hebert/Vespiary would be very busy with a sudden meeting with the district superintendent to explain what happened at Winslow.
One of Coil's agents had brought things to the superintendent's attention at just the right time, and Taylor's father had agreed to a meeting almost immediately. The superintendent's office was on the edges of the city, thanks to a corrupt mayor and a crooked building firm all of twenty years ago, so even if she heard about the bank robbery she'd be too late to interfere. It wouldn't do for his carefully-orchestrated distraction to get taken out in moments after all.
And the usual gang violence would continue unabated, of course. Coil even had a few agents provocateur ready to make sure today was interesting.
More importantly, today was the day he'd finally get his hands on Dinah Alcott. [Evil Laughter did not actually happen here, but would have been dramatically appropriate.] Then his power would be all the greater. Dinah Alcott was a precog, and a rather powerful one at that. She was also a pretty and somewhat rich preteen from a politically powerful family (her uncle was the mayor), but that had nothing to do with why Coil was going to have her kidnapped. He just wanted her power, which he theorized would synchronize well with his own, for himself. And he was willing to go to just about any lengths to get it.
He'd tried before, of course, but his previous attempts had all failed or drawn too much attention. Now, however, the entirety of the PRT-Aligned forces of the city would be too busy to even notice when his men grabbed her. He'd get the girl, and all her parahuman power too.
Thomas Calvert had a plan.
Dinah Alcott:
Today was the day.
By the time the sun set, Dinah Alcott would quite likely be either free of the dark futures and the bad men she saw in her future, or she would in their grip. If she did nothing, it would almost certainly be the latter. 96.017% chance. Her headache was really bad. But she'd stumbled across a better possibility, and she intended to take it. The odds were good that she wouldn't regret it. 79.242% chance.
She didn't know why, but the PRT was much more likely to believe her and take adequate protection measures now, provided she reached the right people. 84.512% chance.
Dinah Alcott had a plan.
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