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[healeveryone]

[Action; at the greenhouse]

Get--out!

[Is throwing garden shears at a villain too violent, when Rosalia just wants him out of the greenhouse until somebody who's supposed to deal with this stuff gets here? One of the drawbacks of being confined at home from age eight is that the third-grade lessons on stranger danger tend to fade away even without the amnesia. Never mind, Rosalia's got a hose and she's not afraid to use it. The villain in question is dressed like a starfish and why on earth any starfish villain wants to break into a greenhouse is beyond her, but he should be able to take it.]

Just stop it already and go away! You're not even scary.

[And okay that's a lie, she is scared, but she's also angry.]

The ocean is that way. Okay?

[Text; a while later]

Hey Palom, can I ask you something?

And to everyone else, if you know how to fight or do anything else like that - why did you learn? It's something I've been thinking about for a little while now.

(4% spent on early life after adoption. Move on, nothing notable here.)

oh god who left this schmuck in charge

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

[ACTION]

*Kotetsu is having a really, really bad day.

It started off with a morning memory of one of his most embarrassing high school moments. Furthermore, he's been feeling mildly sick, possibly due to something he ate. And now on top of it, more stupid villains are running around, and Booster is missing. Again. He's beginning to think he's gonna have to staple that guy to the Justice League building.

So now, for the lack of a secretary, guess who's having to handle all the official business?*

No, I told you I don't know where the hell he is! If you just leave a message, I'll try to -- oi! OI! Don't just hang up like -- grrr! *phone slam. Ring.*

Hello, Justice League? You got some guy calling himself the Big Baby? Look, we're doing our best, but we're stretched thin as -- *ring* Could you hold please?

Hello, Justice League? ...WHO THE CRAP CARES ABOUT THE FRIGGIN' REFRIGERATOR?! *slam* Sorry about that, as I was say -- *ring* ARRRRGH.

*There's a reason he's not usually in charge of this sort of thing.*

((And yes, I just used 1% of his regains for a throwaway memory, shut up.))

And a double-shot of humility, too.

[trustycrowbar]

[Video, mid-morning]

"Observation of Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen Entanglement on Supraquantum Structures by Induction Through Nonlinear Transuranic Crystal of Extremely Long Wavelength Pulse from Mode-Locked Source Array."

[Gordon looks dazed, and pretty exhausted, but... strangely happy. What the hell is he talking about? Has he lost it?]

Sounds like a mouthful, but it's just about short-range teleportation of heavy particles through a solid barrier. I suddenly remembered about half the damn thing last night. I just... started writing, couldn't really stop. Somewhere around page thirty I realized why I remember it so well: it was my doctorate thesis!

My full name is Doctor Gordon Freeman! I received a PhD in theoretical physics about four years ago! THAT's that I'd been remembering over all those months! Hah, let's see 'em try to relegate me to lab gofering and coffee duty at the Labs now!

[Action, later that afternoon, at the Happy Insomniac Coffee House]



Yyyyyyeah, hi Anna, I need three lattes, one vanilla, one hazelnut, one vanilla skinny, two pour-overs of the medium roast with a double shot in one and soy in the other, one of those organic yerba-mate things and uh... make it a large cinnamon latte with a triple-shot of espresso for me this time. It's gonna be a long day.

[Looks like mister PhD is still stuck on coffee detail after all. That order's going to take forever to fill too. Point and laugh? Strike up a conversation? Question his taste in coffee?]

[2% on his grad thesis, 11% total]