Event End

[anemonsters]

[There's Dr. Nichols again, looking somewhat more haggard but very, very relieved.]

Well. I don't know how she did it, but it's gone at last, ahahaha oh my god yes it's gone at last. Not an experience I'd care to repeat anytime soon, but nobody got eaten, even, and I'm not naming names, any complete lunatics who would have had it coming. And more relevant to your interests, I'm sure, it seems to have left behind a good amount of anemoi. We'll be open again this afternoon, but right now? We all just really need to go home and enjoy not being trapped by terrifying monsters. I'm sure you understand.

((Rayquaza had flown off from the hilltop by dawn's early light, leaving behind a mound of anemoi and a few half-eaten poffins at the lab doors. Apparently, it doesn't much like the yellow ones. 3% memory for all! And speaking of poffins, the berry blending machines haen't gone anywhere.))

[Action--open to non-Justice League folks, too]

[nomen_est_numen]

It is a warm, oddly festive night, like tonight, that Shen decides to go wandering about town. He'd started in the early evening, just around sunset and by the time night fell, he found himself in a beachfront park, watching what appeared to be a Wiccan Spring Equinox celebration.

It was going well, really, he was watching the dancing and the bonfire and all... And then they decided to cap the night off with some fireworks.

...

It was difficult to tell why the very disorientated giant talking peacock
had invaded their celebration, took apart the remaining devices of incendiary entertainment and reworked them, all the while blathering excitedly about how they haven't got enough flash powder and their cordite balance is way off and where on earth did they get these nitrates... They find themselves sort of standing back, staring bewilderedly as this bird essentially remakes the things by hand...er, wing, expertly loads and fuses them, and then, for some reason, places a foot against the fuse.

He stops. Wobbles. Shakes his head. Promptly snatches a lighter from someone's hand with said foot and lights the thing before anyone can stop him. It shoots into the air and detonates with a staggeringly complex sequence of orbs and flowers...

At a height of ten feet.

Coughing on the smoke, Shen waves a wing in front of his beak. "Not enough phosphorus," he mutters.

At this point, however, since nobody wants to get the police involved and risk the discovery of a few less-than-legal aspects of their celebration (the fireworks alone being enough of a reason), someone's gone and phoned the Justice League instead. If anyone answers said call, they'll find a woman festooned with arcane symbols attempting to talk a giant, sooty bird away from their explosives.

"No, no, I have it right this time! I can tell just by smelling it..."

((2% spent on remembering the science of fireworks. Still debating whether that entails remembering inventing the cannon as well... >.> ))

Lab Pacticum [Video]

[trustycrowbar]

[The feed opens to Gordon, a large and rather silly smile on his face, backdropped by one of the messiest offices one could ever lay eyes on. In addition of his normal clothes he's also wrapped in a white labcoat that already has an impressive crop of pens and pencils stuffed into the breast pocket.]

So, I go in to turn in another two bits of anemoi over at the lab, and mentioned offhand somewhere a few experiments I've been up to, y'know, not really thinking... Others pick up on the conversation, call still more guys over, security starts hanging over me to make sure I don't go anywhere while they're calling each other back to discuss stuff in the next room, and by this time I'm convinced I'm about to be exiled or brain-wiped or something just for getting curious...

[He grins wildly and flashes a badge with a glare-riddled picture of himself and the name "GORDON" emblazoned beneath.]

Hahah, nope! Instead they offer me a job! Anemoi and materials research! And it looks like they need all the help they can get; that dragon-snake-thing really scared the hell out of the researchers here. Some of them won't even be back for a few WEEKS...

[video] look at my life, look at my choices. *weeps*

[third_alternative]

Oh man, guys, I never thought I'd be saying this, but the library's got the greatest stuff!

I know how it looks, but this book-- [he holds up this book] --is really great. It's got this action hero traveling through time and taking on all these adventures, and he falls in love with this woman, even though he knows it can't last! And they're both keeping secrets from each other, trying not to hurt each other but they're really just making it worse in the long run. Just listen to it:

[He opens the book to a random page and reads.]
"She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs."

See?

[Wait, no, he's getting too excited. That's seriously uncool. He puts on a grumpier face, to make it look like he's not actually that interested.]

...It's way more exciting than anything going on around here, anyway.

((OOC: 1% on El Amor De La Pasion Del Amor, and his love of shitty Spanish soap operas and trashy romance.))