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trustycrowbar[ACTION, in the labs]
( TL;DR, fat guy in spandex. )
[VIDEO, soon after]
[The camera shows Gordon at the Labs in a strange orange-and-grey suit that only a handful of people in Sirocco had seen so far. He doesn't explain that yet, and instead aims the camera downward to show a blobby blue-and-yellow spandex-enclosed human sprawled on the floor.] Found another one. "System Crash." [He rights the camera again.] He did some minor damage, but nothing we can't eventually replace.
[This said while his colleagues are in the background mournfully sobbing over lost data.]
...Booster, you want 'im over at JLS for questioning? Because these guys don't want anything to do with him right now. Everyone else... is there someone out there who knows anything about brain biology, pharmacology or hypnosis? We've got a running theory that these guys are altered somehow, and we need to know what's being used.
[ACTION, later, just outside labs.]
Those out and about in the center of town may see Gordon, in the same suit, half-dragging a slightly overweight and profoundly dazed man out of the labs. The man is asking all sorts of questions, and Gordon, for his part, is not trying very hard to answer them at all.
"Whut happen'd...? My head hurts. How'd I wind up in the labs? Why m' I wearing this? Why're you wearing THAT? Wait... waitwaitwait I got it! You guys irradiated me with something and turned me into a superhero, didn't you? HA, I knew this day would come!"
Gordon audibly facepalms.
( TL;DR, fat guy in spandex. )
[VIDEO, soon after]
[The camera shows Gordon at the Labs in a strange orange-and-grey suit that only a handful of people in Sirocco had seen so far. He doesn't explain that yet, and instead aims the camera downward to show a blobby blue-and-yellow spandex-enclosed human sprawled on the floor.] Found another one. "System Crash." [He rights the camera again.] He did some minor damage, but nothing we can't eventually replace.
[This said while his colleagues are in the background mournfully sobbing over lost data.]
...Booster, you want 'im over at JLS for questioning? Because these guys don't want anything to do with him right now. Everyone else... is there someone out there who knows anything about brain biology, pharmacology or hypnosis? We've got a running theory that these guys are altered somehow, and we need to know what's being used.
[ACTION, later, just outside labs.]
Those out and about in the center of town may see Gordon, in the same suit, half-dragging a slightly overweight and profoundly dazed man out of the labs. The man is asking all sorts of questions, and Gordon, for his part, is not trying very hard to answer them at all.
"Whut happen'd...? My head hurts. How'd I wind up in the labs? Why m' I wearing this? Why're you wearing THAT? Wait... waitwaitwait I got it! You guys irradiated me with something and turned me into a superhero, didn't you? HA, I knew this day would come!"
Gordon audibly facepalms.
