The Hightower Convention Center Ballroom, Downtown, Coast City
April 16
21:22
Granite starts to shake the (now spikey) metal spheroid. Deep clanking issues forth from its hollow innards - likely the suits of armor worn by its occupants banging against the walls. The spheroid, in turn, loses the spikes and starts to expand like a balloon. Soon, it will be too wedged between the floor and ceiling.
Jorgi takes a look around, scanning the crowd for any sign of the girl he met earlier. He only spots one person who might be an employee and it isn't her. Seems she was probably among those fortunate enough to have not been in the room when the situation began.
Professor Fate looks at the wounds on Lawrence's hands and he summons forth a spell that closes them and eases the pain. Lawrence watches in quiet amazement.
When no one else comes forward with an injury, Professor Fate starts to look around the room for Sandra Poynter. What he sees distresses him - she is sitting limply in a chair, the pox of Pestilence's disease clearly in evidence on her face and arms. She is looking back at him, but seemingly without the energy to show much emotion.
A trio of cops burst into the room from Granite's hole in the kitchen doorway. Their pistols are drawn and they are looking for any threat. Between the ballooning metal sphere and a couple of non-threatening metahumans, they seem unable to decide how to proceed.
One of them bravely takes a couple steps further into the room and points his gun vaguely in Granite's direction. "You there," he calls out. "Drop the metal thing and take a step back please."
