Saving Lives a Mile High [open to all]

[applesaucemod]

Welcome to another ordinary day in Manhattan. This barely even qualifies as a dream at all, it's so like waking life. The dreamers will find that they're their own perfectly normal selves going about their perfectly normal business and thwarting perfectly normal crimes in their perfectly normal spandex outfits.




What's that? No, of course it's normal to wear spandex (or leather, for the more chic among you) and go around beating up muggers and thwarting your villainous counterparts, don't be silly. What else would you do with your afternoon, not use your superpowers to better the world? That's grossly irresponsible of you; don't you know that with great power comes great responsibility?

So get out there and make the world a better place -- and be sure not to let that disguise slip if you do make it in to work today. Wouldn't want anyone to learn your secret identity, after all.


[OOC: Characters will find themselves thrust into the role of superhero...or at least, super-powered human. Whether they'd use those powers for good or evil (or use them at all), they'll think they've always been this way (or maybe just since that time they fell in toxic waste and developed cancer telekinesis). Usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters welcome regardless of membership status. Characters will remember or forget the events of the dream at players' discretion.]

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[powerdealer]

Seth recoils a little at the invasion on space, but given he can't really go anywhere it's not too effective.

It takes a moment for the question to click, the appearance of his pursuers having driven it out of his head. And Rush really needn't be so intense about it, Seth would've told him anyway. Mostly because he doesn't think it's really a secret, and he would've wanted to know it if had happened to him.

"Well, apparently," he begins, head leaned back against the wall and trying not to be bothered by Rush's closeness. "While he was floating about after it happened, he couldn't remember anything. But he recognised you, so he... I dunno, read your mind, I guess? I thought you knew."

[lottawork]

"Get to fuck." He shifts back, his expression twisting with distaste. "Did what."

His fingers dig ineffectually against the wall for a halting moment as he hovers on the precipice of a course of action he does not want to take and should not take and will not take and so his jaw tightens and he pushes away from the wall and straightens because he must and looks away because he must and breathes, rapid and uncontrolled.

He tries to marshal his thoughts into something translatable to verbal expression to assert his opinion on the manner, but fails.

He tries to transduce the fury clenched coldly between his teeth into an executable function, tries to torque it, turn it, dissolve it, turn it, but fails.

"Fuck," says Nick.

[powerdealer]

Seth merely watches, sympathetic to Rush's distress at this news. Of course, he doesn't really know the context, or their relationship from Rush's point of view, or really much of anything that Daniel would've found out. But having telepathy used on you without your knowledge is unpleasant at the best of times.

"He didn't mean to," he adds, and even speaking quietly their voices seem to be amplified by the vastness of the space they're in. Of course, Rush probably knows Daniel wouldn't do that intentionally, but Seth feels like he should mention it anyway.

[lottawork]

"Of course he didn't," he growls, the words heavy with disgust. "He never does."

Nick lifts his eyes to glare at the ceiling, as if in inane hope that a divine-mediated solution will spring fully-completed from the ether and present itself to him.

As one could fucking well predict, no such thing comes.

He turns on his heel to face the other man and raises a hand, palm out, his eyes hard. "We're done here."