Rybaer
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Hightower Hotel room #1723, Downtown, Coast City
April 17
9:42
Lawrence, feeling fresh from a scalding hot shower, is sitting in front of the television in his complimentary hotel room at the Hightower. Though the hotel's laundry service has already returned his cleaned clothes, he is lounging around in the monogrammed bathrobe he found in the closet. An enormous tray of empty breakfast dishes sits beside him on the bed. The local news is replaying footage from the previous night's incident.
His attention is pulled from the television by a sharp knock on the door. He gets up and peeks through the eyehole in the door. He opens it and lets his brother Andrew enter.
"Hey, you're a tough man to find when you don't want to be found," Andrew says as he looks around the room. "Nice place here. Did they set you up after last night's episode?"
*****
The Centurion, Parkside, Coast City
April 17
12:46
Steven wakes, groggily, to the midday sun seeping through the cracks in his bedroom window blinds. The events of the previous night slowly come back to him and he lays there for a while until he feels prepared to face the day.
He finally drags himself out into the living room and slides open the patio door. A pleasant April breeze filters in from over the park full of families out for the weekend.
The phone rings abruptly. The caller ID tells him that it is Maggie calling from her apartment on the other side of the park.
"Hello Maggie," he says.
"Hey there yourself," she says in her usual, chipper voice. "You sound like you just got up."
"You're very perceptive today," he says. "That use of my power must have really taken something out of me last night."
"I guess so," she says. "Well, I was just calling to see how you were doing. Got any plans for the day, or are you still just taking it easy?"
*****
Chandler Apartments suite 6G, Setter's Hill, Coast City
April 17
16:18
Thomas had the day off, so he spent it doing a few menial chores and reading the article about the previous night's events in the Chronicle. As the reporter had promised, the story cast him and the others is a fairly positive light. It almost went so far as to suggest that they might form a group of metahumans the city could call upon in times of need.
The phone, regrettably, had been silent all day. He had hoped to hear something from that bartender's cousin, but he knew realistically that it was a long-shot that he would ever hear back.
Drinking a beer and watching a little television, his hopes leap when the phone rings.
"Yo, O'Riley?" an enthusiastic voice says from the other end...a male voice.
"Yeah," he says, trying to contain his disappointment.
"Deuce here," the voice replies. James Dulcet, or Deuce as he was nicknamed, is an old friend from the Army - currently serving a stint as a recruitment officer.
"Hey man, what's up?"
"Me and some of the guys are going out for drinks tonight," Deuce says. "You want in?"
*****
Keyhole Apartments, Riverside, Coast City
April 17
16:22
Jorgi had spent the day relaxing around his apartment, mostly keeping up with some contacts on the internet and checking on the press that was circulating from the previous night's incident at the Hightower. The rest of the time he spent just wishing Tuesday would hurry up and arrive.
At a sharp knock from the door, he severs his mental connection to his computer to see who was calling. He opens the door and finds Ms. Larson, the apartment manager. She is a lady in her fifties who had been very friendly to Jorgi when he signed his lease a couple weeks ago.
"Sorry to bother you, dear," she says. "I just wanted to ask that you try to avoid using your toilet, shower, or any other plumbing. Seems that the sewer is backing up into the basement pretty badly. I've got half a dozen calls out to plumbers, but each one seems to be swamped with similar calls. Not sure when we'll get it fixed, but I'll let you know as soon as it's okay again.
"Guess you never really appreciate something as simple as plumbing until you can't use it. Well, I best be off to tell the other residents."
April 17
9:42
Lawrence, feeling fresh from a scalding hot shower, is sitting in front of the television in his complimentary hotel room at the Hightower. Though the hotel's laundry service has already returned his cleaned clothes, he is lounging around in the monogrammed bathrobe he found in the closet. An enormous tray of empty breakfast dishes sits beside him on the bed. The local news is replaying footage from the previous night's incident.
His attention is pulled from the television by a sharp knock on the door. He gets up and peeks through the eyehole in the door. He opens it and lets his brother Andrew enter.
"Hey, you're a tough man to find when you don't want to be found," Andrew says as he looks around the room. "Nice place here. Did they set you up after last night's episode?"
*****
The Centurion, Parkside, Coast City
April 17
12:46
Steven wakes, groggily, to the midday sun seeping through the cracks in his bedroom window blinds. The events of the previous night slowly come back to him and he lays there for a while until he feels prepared to face the day.
He finally drags himself out into the living room and slides open the patio door. A pleasant April breeze filters in from over the park full of families out for the weekend.
The phone rings abruptly. The caller ID tells him that it is Maggie calling from her apartment on the other side of the park.
"Hello Maggie," he says.
"Hey there yourself," she says in her usual, chipper voice. "You sound like you just got up."
"You're very perceptive today," he says. "That use of my power must have really taken something out of me last night."
"I guess so," she says. "Well, I was just calling to see how you were doing. Got any plans for the day, or are you still just taking it easy?"
*****
Chandler Apartments suite 6G, Setter's Hill, Coast City
April 17
16:18
Thomas had the day off, so he spent it doing a few menial chores and reading the article about the previous night's events in the Chronicle. As the reporter had promised, the story cast him and the others is a fairly positive light. It almost went so far as to suggest that they might form a group of metahumans the city could call upon in times of need.
The phone, regrettably, had been silent all day. He had hoped to hear something from that bartender's cousin, but he knew realistically that it was a long-shot that he would ever hear back.
Drinking a beer and watching a little television, his hopes leap when the phone rings.
"Yo, O'Riley?" an enthusiastic voice says from the other end...a male voice.
"Yeah," he says, trying to contain his disappointment.
"Deuce here," the voice replies. James Dulcet, or Deuce as he was nicknamed, is an old friend from the Army - currently serving a stint as a recruitment officer.
"Hey man, what's up?"
"Me and some of the guys are going out for drinks tonight," Deuce says. "You want in?"
*****
Keyhole Apartments, Riverside, Coast City
April 17
16:22
Jorgi had spent the day relaxing around his apartment, mostly keeping up with some contacts on the internet and checking on the press that was circulating from the previous night's incident at the Hightower. The rest of the time he spent just wishing Tuesday would hurry up and arrive.
At a sharp knock from the door, he severs his mental connection to his computer to see who was calling. He opens the door and finds Ms. Larson, the apartment manager. She is a lady in her fifties who had been very friendly to Jorgi when he signed his lease a couple weeks ago.
"Sorry to bother you, dear," she says. "I just wanted to ask that you try to avoid using your toilet, shower, or any other plumbing. Seems that the sewer is backing up into the basement pretty badly. I've got half a dozen calls out to plumbers, but each one seems to be swamped with similar calls. Not sure when we'll get it fixed, but I'll let you know as soon as it's okay again.
"Guess you never really appreciate something as simple as plumbing until you can't use it. Well, I best be off to tell the other residents."
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