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[Transmission is made from Mokona's bathroom. She's floating around in the sink with a Mokona-sized inner tube and a Mokona-sized glass of lemonade.]

Everyone's been having hard times for a while, haven't we?

Mokona thinks that everyone should do something fun, like a beach party! We can grill things to eat and swim and play games and hit watermelons with sticks. Mokona won't organize it all herself, because Mokona's too lazy and too small to carry a lot of watermelons, but Mokona will "get it rolling"!

...Those big crab monsters like to come up to the beach sometimes, so someone will have to make sure they stay far away. Or make sure that the ones who don't stay far away end up on the grill. They do that at some of the seaside restaurants. They taste good.

longstreakofnothing

[Hey, everyone. It's Theta Sigma again. He looks a bit... annoyed.]

'Allo. I've got a question.

[He hefts a little brown and white kitten into view.]

Anyone want a cat? I can't handle this animal, I just can't--

"That's 'cuz you're a wuss!" [Yes, that tiny voice came from the kitten. It TALKS.]

You can see why, can't you?

"You just can't handle my sheer good looks and virility! You're threatened, human! Threate--oo!" [This last happens because he drops the kitten into a box.]

Otherwise, he's a perfectly normal kitty. Collar says his name's 'Mittens,' but I don't think it fits 'im. If you take 'im off my hands you can name him whatever you want.

"box box box box box box box box box...."

trustycrowbar

( Because everything can be solved with a Big Scientific Machine )

[...THEN, he sends a phone broadcast.]

[Video]

Huh, whaddiya know... We did it. We've sent out a signal that completely deactivated all active nanites in a twenty-mile radius! All those EVO's should now be reverting to normal! Now before anyone starts to celebrate remember that there are still damaged buildings and structures out there; make sure everyone is safe before you do anything else.

[Video to JLS]

Okay, guys. Just how bad is the damage this time around?

[Action]

[The scientists are finally leaving the Labs, tired, shambling, and even more disheveled than usual. Gordon is among them, looking exhausted and pale himself but still standing a few inches taller than his wilted counterparts. Still, if anyone needs to speak to him about this whole thing, now's the time to do it.]

((This marks the end of the EVO event, but backtagging is encouraged! Have fun beating up monsters!))

trustycrowbar

( Inert tissue. )

[Video]

[Oh hey, look, it's one of those wormy scientist guys! Why is the background so dark...?]

"Ah, is this thing on? Oh, alright. Ahh... ahem... It seems that just to compound the difficulty the power to the labs has gone out. No one is sure of the cause, and to top it off our illustrious Mister Freeman has gone missing. I knew the boy couldn't handle the pressure of administration. It may be a while before we can--wait, what was that? No, over there. By the air duct! Oh FINE, I'll go looOH GOD--"

[The rest is cut off by screams and a sickening prolonged crunch. It's safe to say that the Labs would like some help.]

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[Deep inside the mysterious and cavernous depths of the labs...

Scientists frantically scribble on clipboards and walk around, trying not to bump into each other. Others hunch over pieces of machinery, tinkering with them intently. There is a frenzied air about as the smell of burnt coffee and all-nighters (which does, in fact, have a stench) permeates through the building.

What now?]

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["Delivery for Mister Shen..." A courier delivers a bizarrely-shaped package for the bird in question, who is still under observation at the Labs. This object turns out to be a Chinese lute.]

[He's festooned with sensors and still looking rather tired, but Shen finds a comfortable place to sit and stretches, cracking the knuckles... of his... feet.... That done, he picks up the lute and strikes a few chords on it, a wing pressing the frets and a foot strumming the strings. It's a somewhat contortionist style of playing, but appears to work. His playing is passable, even pleasant. His singing, on the other hand, is a bit... rusty.]

[For the next twenty minutes, Shen plucks at those strings and warbles in Chinese, his voice occasionally cracking in a truly avian keeeeOWW. Folks can understand the words, though the metaphors are pretty difficult to parse, seeing as he's probably the worst lyricist this side of the legendary Song So Poo, Court Composer for the Kantwin Dynasty.]

[Pity anyone stuck in the observation room with him.]

[EDIT: As though that weren't bad enough, he and Gordon are now singed, torn up, bruised, and twitching messes. While Shen may still be in the observation room, Gordon's in the lab at large. Oh, dear.]

all_onis_are_true

[ACTION]

*By now, word is pretty much out about the nanites in the air. Hell, Montfort had apparently been hit by the effect, which had required him to find a new tank to replace his old one. The little guy might be more capable of being out of water than the average octopus, but he's still an octopus.

Hiroshi, however, has been on edge ever since the word got out. People and creatures, transforming into monsters. Talk about hitting too close to home. He's been trying to distract himself with work, but he's clearly pretty agitated about the situation.

And then, one day looking up information, it happens. A sharp, sudden pain shoots through his whole system like a lance. He grips himself, feeling panic welling. No no no no no...*

S-someone! Anyone! H-help me...!

trustycrowbar

[Video broadcast]

[Gordon fidgets slightly in front of the camera, running a hand through his hair before he even speaks. He always hated doing this.]

Attention, Sirocco. It seems some... things have been suddenly popping out of nowhere in the town. Justice League members are already mobilized and trying to fight these creatures back as soon as they appear. Others who want to fight along with them are welcome to do so, but please be advised these mutants--or whatever they are--are extremely dangerous.

But in order to really stop them, I believe it's vital to first rind out what these things ARE and where they're coming from. If they look familiar to anyone, or if you happen to find a tissue sample of a downed creature, bring it into the Labs to be studied. Then maybe we can figure out what the hell's going on around here.

[Video, to Mordin]

Hey Mordin. You wouldn't happen to know a really good biologist I could bring in to help us out in this, would you?

[Action]

[The Labs are in a productive uproar again, men in labcoats scrambling to keep up with one another. If you happen to be one of the ones bringing in a monster part--err, "sample," you'll find Gordon and a few others, willing to take it off your hands... some of the wimpier ones donning gloves and a mask first, of course.]

life_is_megas_wonderful

*It happens without warning. She'd just been doing her normal thing, working in the restaurant. One of the patrons had looked ill, so she went to see if he was okay -- and he'd changed then. Suddenly, what was once the kindly old man who always ordered meatloaf once a week now is a huge, slavering beast.

People are screaming. Tsuruya backs up, startled. The creature howls, and swings a terrible claw at her, and hits...

...air?

Tsuruya had reacted without thinking about it, jumping several feet away. She grabs the first thing she can find -- a plate -- and slings it at the thing. It makes a shocking degree of impact.

She could question how it is she's suddenly acting faster and stronger than she did before -- but now's not really the time, is it?*

longstreakofnothing

[video]

Allo, everyone! Ooo, I like this phone thing, 's very... friendly. Friendly phone! Anyway, I'm Theta Sigma, nice to meet you all, I'm moving into rooooooooooooom... [he digs a piece of paper out of his longcoat pocket and shakes it out with one hand.] three-seventeen. Anyone want to stop'round, say, hullo, feel free!

[action]

[Someone's setting up in Room 317, even though he hasn't got any belongings. He is, however, very meticulously moving the furniture about. The door's open and he occasionally tosses something out through it only to come back for it a few minutes later. Say hi?]

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