The road trip is uneventful in the sense there's no danger involved, really. On the way there, Timothius chats with Mittens about how worried he is about the others and that maybe Liberty is putting on a tough act to cover up how traumatized she may actually be from that capture.

Meanwhile, Liberty is hugging Michael from behind and "Woooohooo! This is so fun! Heehehe!" Well, if she's traumatized, the motorcycle is taking her mind off of it for now.

What happens between Angel and Emerald is anyone's guess. But whenever she's at the stop light and happens to be next to Mittens or Michael, she'll smile over at, bounce her eyebrows up and down, and then salute when she takes off.

"Well you know me," Mittens answers her bro, "Only reason I can smile on the same day my BBBFF was kidnapped is 'cause I set my mind on the fact that you're still alive."

Her eyes tear up and she swallows the lump in her throat.

"Thanks for not dying.  I'm sorry this happened to you.  And for sometimes acting like it's all a game when it's not.  It helps a lot knowing you understand.  I can't fall apart.  If I did, you...  everyone might be dead right now."

She grips the wheel tight and totally misses Angel's salute.

"Lib sounds like she's doing alright at least."

Michael can't help but smile as he hears Liberty enjoying herself. Each time they stop next to Angel and Em, Michael nods back and guns it a bit, having some fun with a little racing. Of course, nothing to dangerous. While Liberty might not get hurt if they crashed, he certainly would. Plus the bike would be expensive to fix.

Timothius says, "Thanks for saying that. It helps to hear that you took it all seriously, even if I already know you did. You keeping a positive attitude is also helping me. But above all, I'm glad you aren't giving up. The fact Harry, Liberty and I were kidnapped is all the more reason for the Citizen's Patrol to exist."

Angel is more than happy to be playful with Michael while not breaking any laws or causing danger. And soon, the bunch arrive at Michael's place.

Michael stops his bike in front of a four story apartment complex. It is not overly elaborate, nor is it completely run down. The neighborhood is civil enough, as he feels comfortable parking his bike in front.

"Well here we are. Third floor is me," he says, thinking of how it will be such a pain to get the bigger furniture down.

Angel exits her car and asks, "Just a curiosity, did you rent a U-Haul last time? Or do you have a large vehicle of your own? 'Cause if you need to haul furniture, we'll need something larger than the cars and bike we all used."

Mittens dries her eyes & blows her nose after she parks then leans over to kiss her Baby Bro Best Friend Forever on the cheek.

"And it helps to hear you say that.  Thanks."

She gets out to join the others.  "Handy your place is close, Reaver.  I plan to throw us an ice cream party at HQ when we finish up.  So I'll swing by a grocery store on the way back.  Well this is your show to run, Reaver.  Just let us know how we can help."

She then lightbulbs and starts texting on her phone.

"Either a U-haul and do one trip or my van and take a few trips. I'd say the van, since it wont cost any extra money," Michael said and nods towards an old beat up VW Van. It looks like it hasn't been used in a while, though it has been quite nice lately, so Michael must use his bike a lot.
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"The couch fit in the first time. We just need to play a bit of tetris with it," he said as he walked to the apartment door, unlocked it and started up the stairs.

The stairwell was a normal apartment stairs, functional but not very nice. He stopped in front of the door marked 3B, unlocked it then stopped. Looking back he said sheepishly,"Sorry about the mess," and opened the door to the least messy mess you've ever seen.

The apartment was a nice sized studio. The only mess that could be seen was an unmade bed, some clothes on the couch and a few cups on the counter top.

The couch was a old, ugly thing, but it look comfortable enough. The tv was a a 30" flat screen and was mounted to the wall across from the couch.  A full sized bed was in the corner, it's green sheets and comforter a tangled mess. A dresser and book shelf were nearby, both stacked with books of all kinds. The kitchen area had a few cabinets, a fridge, microwave, and oven/stove combo, though it lacked a dishwasher.

Angel frowns and nods, impressed by the van. "Yep. That van should do the trick."

Liberty seemed eager. Once they all made it up to Michael's apartment, Liberty went straight for the couch, removed the strewn clothes, and went for one of the sides. "Ready when you are." she said, looking ready to pick up that side of the couch.

Emerald stepped in around that time and smiled. "Well... I guess she is the strongest one besides you, Michael. So lemme know what I can do since I'm not exactly good for heavy lifting..."

Angel says, "Well the couch will need to go in first anyways, so we can figure out how to fit everything else around it."

Timothius just stays near Mittens.

Mittens scans the apartment and smiles.  "Nice place!  If you think this is messy, you should see my room, heh.  Speaking of the couch...  HQ already has one and your bedroom'll be kinda cramped if you try to squeeze it and the rest of your stuff in it.  Might I suggest donating the couch to charity?  That or the bed.  Just a though.  Throwing it out there."

Not one to hold still, she grabs a shirt from off the couch and goes to wrap a glass in it.  "And how 'bout the fridge?  Is it yours of the landlord's?"

((OOC: Tetris!  Yay homage to the classic!))

  So, here's a question.  Is a station wagon more or less stylish than a camper van?  Certain parties would say the Station Wagon is totally superior in class, but then they would be biased as they own said vehicle.  Case in point, Joe's Father David Darkthorne parking and heading upstairs.

  "So I hear someone is moving in with my Son.  Or would that be my Son is moving in with someone else?  Eh, details."

OOC Style: Sniper approves of Michael's Van.
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"The fridge stays here. Everything else is mine. The couch... Yeah the couch has seen better days. Actually, now that I think of it, how furnished are the rooms back at HQ," Michael asks, having not looked at any of the rooms.

"I have some totes in the closet there, if you want to get the stuff in the kitchen packed up," he says to Em, pointing towards the closet. Inside are empty totes stacked together, with lids inside. The walls have shelving with random stuff: board games, a SNES & N64, an old computer tower, a baseball & a softball mitt, plus some other odds and ends.

Liberty notices David and ducks her head, halfway hiding behind the couch she was ready to lift.

Emerald nods at Michael. "Sure." then notices David, smiles, and says, "So you're here to help? Great! Just check with Michael on what to do."

Emmy then rushes off to the closet, tail swishing happily as she gathers the totes.

Angel hmms? "Your son? Are you Michael's father?"

  "Not unless Joe got a name change and a Manliness implant, no."  He looks over to Michael, "You aren't right? Way things are in this town wouldn't be too surprising.  But you're still not adopted."

OOC Style: My brain keeps registering Michael as "Grizzled Ex-Cop", even though I don't think he actually was one.

"Ohai Mr. Darkthorne!" Mittens chimes at the announcement of the new arrival, "This is Joe's dad, Angel."

She nods to Reaver.  "Pretty well furnished last I checked.  If you're thinking of donating the bed too, feel free.  Each of the bedrooms has a bed, closet, and chest of drawers.  It's practically a hotel.  Kitchen's well stocked too.  If you're keeping the bed, that should go in the van first followed by the TV to protect the screen.

"Thanks for getting on that, Emmy."

She leans over to whisper to her bro. 

She the smiles at David.  "If you're looking for aforementioned Son, he's prepping a victory party for us.  We did just save the day.  Again.  I wonder if The Marvel woulda put it that way...  Anyhow!  I can text him if ya want."

She doesn't wait for an answer and starts tapping on her phone. 

She looks up from her phone.  "If I failed to give proper thanks between the emergency room visit and the police debriefing and the impromptu press conference and the national security officer visit, I apologize.  Thank you all soooo much for your part.  I can't tell you how much it means to me."

She keeps herself busy with packing up.  "Cool stuff, Reaver!"

"He looks very much alive, so not my father," Michael says in a dismissive tone.

"If the rooms have all that Mittens, then I really don't need all these things." He then opens his phone and looks up a number for a place to donate furniture to. One that will pick it up. Pressing the dial button, he talks to a lady about coming to pick up a mattress, couch and dresser.

Michael just shakes his head to David. 'Strange man. Apple doesn't fall far I guess,' he thinks.


OOC: Grizzled ex-cop is a good way to think of him. Though you're right, he isn't nor was he a cop.

Timothius quietly got to Liberty and talks quietly with her.

Emerald says, "Angel really spoiled us with that place, yeah."

Angel says, "Up to you what you take, Reaver. If the couch is comfy, I say why not? We could at the least set it up in the entertainment room for extra seating. I guess I'm just worried as beat up as it is, nobody will take it. So may as well use it until it can't be used, know what I'm saying?"

Emerald raises an eyebrow. "So... parents didn't spoil you, Angel?"

Angel says, "I wasn't handed everything on a silver platter, no... but they certainly show me a lot of love and taught me how to be careful with whatever wealth I or others have."

  "I prefer to be more sudden and unexpected.  Like a slasher movie antagonist wielding parental embarrassment instead of a knife.  Though if you really want you, you can tell Joe 'soon'."

  David looks to the furnishings.  "A free sofa is a free sofa.  Unless you had a habit of... Unfortunate, stain origins hitting it those in need of a sofa should be less picky."

"Alrighty then!" Mittens chimes, "Donated furniture means quicker easier work!  Thanks, Reaver!  I guess this means the TV should go first followed by clothes.  I think we have enough to get a bucket brigade going so we don't have to run up 'n down the stairs so much."

She resumes texting then checks on her bro before returning to enthusiastically packing small stuff, leaving the TV to the heavy lifters.
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"I'm sure someone will take the sofa. Besides, this one would look really out of place alongside the nice, new one we have over there," Michael said before heading over to the tv, which he would lift and take out to the van with whoever was helping him. He either didn't hear or decided toignore David's comment, though there would be nothing wrong with the couch.

For people putting things in the boxes/totes, a few things may pop up. A few photo albums with Reaver and a lady, a jewelery box which has items that Michael would never be wearing, the softball mitt in the closet, and a few other items that say a lady at some point lived here.


TAG: Liberty/Angel/Tim/Em, Joe/David
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Liberty briefly considers hopping out the window with TV in hand. Then realizes she's probably not be able to keep her balance when she lands and thus, fall over with the TV, probably breaking it. So she thinks better of it.

Liberty notices one of the photos and says, "Oh say, Michael. I haven't met her yet. Where's she at?" she points out the lady in one of the photos.

Emerald and Angel look in Michael's direction out of curiosity.

Timothius seems fine, though he too winds up curious and then quickly gets a little nervous when Liberty asks her question.

TAG: Mittens
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  "One less heavy thing to carry then."

  David knows a potential drama bomb when he sees one... Or hears one.  He passes on hiding behind the sofa however, and instead keeps at the whole Get It In The Box segment of moving preparations.

"I believe that would be the late Mrs. Reaver," Mittens interjects in case Michael gets tongue tied.  She doesn't want the guy to feel like he has to go into detail about his painful memories, and even if he did, he's probably empathic enough to wind up feeling guilty for making a child cry by answering her innocent question with a sad story.

"Should I say more, Reaver?"

There's quite a few people present, and he might not want his personal life brought up in front of each and every one...  Even then, he might rather the story come from his own lips.

Michael stops in his tracks, completely tense for a moment, his back to most of the group. Letting his breath out slowly, his seems to relax slightly. When he turns around, his mouth is turned in a sad smile, his eyes showing more emotion than had been seen by anyone present yet.

He tries a few times, but can't speak right away and gives a nod to Mittens at her first statement. Finally he says,"Thank you Mittens, but it's all right. Liberty, that would be Lucy, my wife. Smartest woman I've ever met and could kick my ass every time. She helped me learn to control my powers and to love life again.

She saved my life and in the end, I couldn't save hers."

Liberty looks a little sad, but Emerald speaks up, "Well... if it's OK then, would you mind sharing some more about Lucy? Some good times you two had together? Why she smart and able to kick your butt?"

Liberty gulps, glancing at Emerald. Timothius looks worried too, but Angel keeps a calm expression, watching for the answer.

  David nods, knowing what it's like being Married to a wonderful woman who could casually kill you and nobody would ever find the body is she felt like it...  Hmm, it's less romantic when we put it that way.

  "Well, I'm sure you've already been told more than enough times not to blame yourself.  Unless you took her bungee jumping and it went wrong, then yeah. Blame yourself."

"If he could reliably save people from terminal illness, he'd be doing better than even Timothius' miracle healing," Mittens comments to no one in particular.  She continues to pack up with a sad look on her face, remembering the times her lil bro came home in tears because he "let another one slip away."  As if he had the power to dropkick the Grim Reaper!  Though after today, Mittens has a better understanding for feeling guilty over something way beyond her control.

Michael didn't respond right away, working on packing a few boxes up with a few things that he would end up looking at for a little longer than others. Finally he spoke again when he pulled a photo album out and started flipping through it, still packing other things, but looking mostly at the pictures.

"Lucy, ah where to start," he said with a small smile. "Well we first met at a martial arts dojo. I had been looking to learn something new and it was near campus, so I decided to check it out. Lucy was the assistant instructor there, helping with the judo instructions and teaching the aikido classes herself. I don't really know how we started talking, but after one class we did and just sort of clicked. We would train together a lot, though I never actually ended up as a victor. Any time I thought I had her pinned, she'd slip right out and have me in some strange way and the match was over." Michael chuckled at this, remembering some funny times.

"The crazy time came when my powers went a bit haywire. I hadn't ported in years, not needing it and trying not to think about it, since at the time I thought it made me a freak and just didn't want to think about it. She came over one evening after her class, worried since I hadn't been there, and I never missed a class, at least without letting her know. Anyway, my powers had gotten out of control. I could move without porting. Not very far, but over and over again, and most of you have seen what happens when I do that repeatedly. Not a pretty sight by any means. She came in and found me laying on the floor, a complete mess and barely conscious. She started speaking, though not to me, just out loud. I'm still not sure what she was saying, but listening to it calmed me. She told me later on it was her mantra, something she said to herself whenever she needed to calm down," he looked at the beads around his wrist, his own mantra beads. "I came up with my own and it helps. There are times still, if I go to long without using my powers, that I need to use them. As long as I focus though, calm myself, I can do it without hurting myself. Takes longer to do, but is safe. Without Lucy, I'm not sure if I'd have made it through that night."

Liberty smiles a little, giggling. The thought of a man big as Michael being out-maneuvered by some woman even after constant training had Liberty amused. "Gosh. Well I'm glad you're here, Michael. You're a good guy and she had good taste to pick you."

Emerald says, "Thanks for sharing, Michael." she gives him a smile. "What kinds of things did you share in common? I mean, obviously martial arts."

Timothius doesn't interrupt, but seems to be smiling some since the atmosphere of the room changed from tense to pleasant.

Angel is attentive, although still helping with packing.

  "Well, I can see why she always beat you in Judo then.  If she can keep someone in place in space time, just grabbing them is gonna be so easy by comparison."  That was one way of looking at it we guess.  Like most of the others, David keeps up the packing pace so that Michael can get out of here sooner rather than later.

  Well, Michael could leave now actually.  But then he wouldn't have all his stuff.

"What Lib said," Mittens agrees with a nod, "And sounds like he had good taste too."

Boxes of stuff are beginning to stack up by the door as progress is made.

Michael started to pack in earnest again, his sorrow being replaced by the fond memories he had. As he packed he spoke saying,"Thanks Liberty. Yeah, martial arts where the first big things we enjoyed together, but there was plenty of others. Music was always a wonderful thing for us. Guitar and piano I can play and can hold a tune well enough for a song to be sung. Lucy's voice though was one that could silence a room. We had a few gigs together, though we had much more fun with some karaoke, after a few drinks mind you.

She was big on photography, so most of the pictures you see around are by her. I was always more of a fan of charcoal, but we shared the love of beauty that we captured in different ways."

The packing was coming along nicely and the donation people should be there soon with their truck.

Emerald smiles. "Sounds fantastic. Maybe you can show us the photos and art some time."

The donation people actually arrive slightly early. Liberty is careful to not be lifting anything too obviously heavy around the crew, but Emerald doesn't seem to mind the people seeing her foxy self helping with a move. It clearly grabs the attention of the new arrivals. "It's those folks from the news... what are the chances?" One says quietly to the other.

Timothius very decidedly is hiding behind Mittens.

Angel glances at Liberty, then Timothius. Then looks at the donation guys. She goes to intercept them and begins discussing what they can take, trying to peal their attention off the others. Which is proving difficult.

  "Unless it was an anonymous request to offload some old furniture, I'd say pretty damn good odds if the name of one of the people from news was the name given." Hello, this is Dracula. I'd like to order a pizza.  Oh, they are surprised it's Dracula answering the door.  Maybe they were too used to people giving funny names with their orders?


OOC Style: Things that happen.  Pals ordering pizza and placing table reservations as Skeletor.  Also, "any requests?" question from Pizza place being answered with "Draw a Viking Zebra on the box"... And that request being met.

"Athlete, photographer, musician, martial artist, hero," Mittens lists, "Sounds like my kinda woman!  Dunno if I've mentioned yet but my lil bro's a budding artist and musician too.  Maybe you could give him a pointer or two sometime."

She smiles over her shoulder and brings her tail up to tickle Timothius under the chin.  One of the donation people gives a shocked look and asks answers his fellow worker, "I heard on the radio you got clobbered by an army of mole people.  Shouldn't they be in the hospital?  Or the morgue?"

"Mole people?" Mittens asks, "They looked more like orcs."

The guy shrugs.  "I heard something like, 'Army of subterranean mutants emerge and defeats famous Citizen Patrol.'  So I figured mole people."

"Well we defeated them back!"

The guy sweatdrops.  "But that doesn't explain... Oh right.  You have a healer.  Did she heal up the injured police?"

"He did, yes."

"Oh sorry.  Well thanks."

"You're welcome!"

Michael nodded and said to Em,"Sure. Once we get everything set up back at 'base.'" this last part is said with a bit of a chuckle, one of the few times something more than a smile has come from him, should anyone be paying attention.

When the moving people get there, he is confused at their attitude. Should have called the Habitat for Humanity people. He's never heard a bad word from them, plus they are accepting of everyone. So far as he's seen anyway.

He walks over to the movers to direct a bit, idly thinking that while he may be more human looking, he is no model. The scars he has are usually enough to get people to focus either on him or on their task. Either way would be better than picking on the other, even if they aren't doing it intentionally. "How about we get this couch, bed, and dresser. Careful on the stairs, there isn't a lot of run to move around there."

At being called a girl, Timothius ducks his head and ears. "S'what I get for being the damsel in distress..." he idly comments.

Liberty glances over to Timothius and says, "So were Harry and I. But I don't see anyone mistaking Harry for a girl."

Timothius snorts, caught off guard by the sudden image in his head of Harry wearing a dress. "Heh... yeah." he adjusts his wings. "I'm itchin' to fly. When you guys are ready to head to base, if it's all the same to you, I'll fly there."

Emerald says, "I didn't know you could fly that much distance or that fast."

Timothius nods, "Sort of. I can roof-hop, which lets me take brief breaks from flying, and then I can get some decent speed from gliding. So, of course, I'd prefer starting at the top of a building somewhere..."

Angel says, "I'm jealous. I'm going to have to get a hang-glider and join you in the skies some time."

Emerald giggles, "We all should. Say... that gives me an idea. Maybe we could all find ways to emulate each others' powers to lighten the load of a given ally should the need arise."

Angel says, "Near impossible to emulate Mittens' power... or Michael's, but yeah. Sounds good. If possible, anyway."

Liberty says, "That would be SO cool if you all could be as invulnerable as me or at least close."

(OOC: We ready to get the group heading in the direction of the base?)

"Thanks for the warning," one of the charity guys says, "and the donation.  No one's gunna believe me when I tell 'em I met a buncha celebrities today."

"Let's get a group photo, then!" Mittens chimes in, "I'll have it posted on our website so you'll have proof."

"Uh... thanks!"

Mits glomps her lil bro and giggles with him.  "Can't expect everyone to have our names, powers, and genders all sorted out, but I'm sure the families of the countless folks who's lives you've saved from injury or impact with blazing fire dragon will never forget what a man you are."

She grins at Angel's and Emerald's suggestions.  "Oh I'm ALL over those ideas!"

Michael listens to the back and forth as he finishes up the major stuff. He realizes he'll have to come back for the bike, but it will be easy enough to do. He grumbles a bit at the photo op, but it is only half hearted and he gives a warm handshake to the movers as they leave.

"Agreed Angel, my powers would be difficult to duplicate. I think anyway. I've never had someone truly interested in trying to find out. As for becoming invulnerable, have we had any word on those military grade suits of "armor" that were previously talked about?"

OOC: yeah, good to go.

   "If you ever become parents, I assure you the capacity for embarrassing your children will not only come naturally, but it will be your DUTY to see through.  Except when you can't be bothered.  Either or."  David opts out of the photo.  He's not the 19 year old superhero Darkthorne after all.

OOC: Works for me.

Liberty finally seems to have some courage again as David speaks. "The only way my parents ever embarrass me is when they praise me in front of other people. But somehow, I doubt that's what you meant."

Emerald says, "I would just be happy becoming a parent in the first place. But I'm not getting any younger..."

Angel looks over to Michael. "Nope. Still no word. Sorry."

The group starts heading to the base. Timothius flies overhead like he said he would. Since he can cut across building tops, he's actually keeping up with the cars and Mittens can see him almost the whole time. The only times he isn't visible is when he's cutting across a given roof to jump the next ledge.

When the group arrives at the base, there is a note left on the door. It reads:

To the Citizen Patrol,
I would like to join, but I don't want to give out my identity. I am leaving a phone number by which you can contact me in case of emergency and have your phone number. If I can not be an official member due to keeping my identity secret, then I will simply be an ally.
Your Friend, Secret

At the bottom of the note, of course, is the number promised.
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"You should read some of your fan mail some time, Emerald," Mittens asides with a wink to the lil fox, "But if you're serious I'll be more than happy to take you to meet some orphans who'd love to call you mommy." 

She nods to Angel.  "Still working on getting us those reflective vests too."

Mits thanks Mr. Darkthorne for opting out of the photo, because that means he can be the one to the take the picture for the everyone.  Once back at base she reads the note aloud.

"Say Angel.  Refresh my memory.  The security camera watching the front door is the recording variety, right?  I'd like a peek at our mystery visitor.  Not that I'm expecting to see anything beyond a cloaked figure, but worth a shot."

She starts adding the number to her cell.

  David wandered off during the scene transition.  Convenient.  Meanwhile, Joe is just now returning with the requested snacks.  "I have come with Icecream and stuff.  I am also expecting another short person, if anything at all shows up on digital film.  Just a feeling."

Michael drives up with his van. "We can move thing in later. I'm going to go get my bike," he says, while the others are talking.
He does a few longish jumps, mostly going by rooftop and some time later rides back with his motorcycle.

Angel nods to Mittens "Yeah, it records."

She raises an eyebrow that Michael wanted that badly to just joyride in the middle of moving. It didn't stop Liberty from immediately carrying stuff from the van into the base.

Angel goes to check the recordings. She sees Harry on the tape, putting the note on the door and then walking away. Angel says, "....so much for short person? But Harry has no reason to be secretive with us that I know of..."

Liberty says, "Sure he does. He's afraid, and rightfully so. I'm still scared too, but I guess he's going the extra step by not attending our base regularly?"

Emerald says, "Whatever the case, he left a number. We could just try calling whoever it is."

Angel hrms. "Well... but it does say emergencies only."

"Or Harry was simply the middle man for the real mystery person," Mittens points out, "Unfortunately I was too overwhelmed with so much other stuff going on, (Woot!  Ice cream's here!  Thanks again, Joe!) that I never did get (Lemme help you with that, Lib.  I think his room's this way.) Harry's number.  I could try and test the number, (Welcome back, Reaver!) but I'll bet our lawyer will say we're not allowed to accept anonymous members...  I dunno.  Maybe we can.  When you think of it, any one of us could be using an alias.  It's not like I check that everyone's using their real name on the sign up form."

She gets to texting the number:  "Not an emergency, just only way to contact currently.  Does this number have texting?"

Then she gets to serving ice cream!  :D
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Michael drives back with his bike, surprised that Liberty had already started to unload the van. He felt stupid for not telling her to leave it, but shrugged and picked up the next box. He said a Thank You as he passed.

"If Harry is still here, we could ask him about it. Have you seen him recently Joe?" he asked, since Joe would have been here for most of the time.

  Joe shrugs.  "Sorry Michael, I was out buying snacks on request.  Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to Harry.  Though I'm gonna make a probably safe assumption that Harry is nowhere near here after dropping off his note."  Well, unless the guy was hiding in the bushes to see if anybody bothered to read it.

Harry is nowhere to be found.

Liberty takes a short break to start eating ice cream. "Thanks for picking up ice cream, Joe. Would you believe we ran into your dad at Michael's place?"

Angel says, "Interesting guy."

Liberty says, "...that's one way to put it. He said embarrassing your kids is your duty as a parent."

Licking her own ice cream, Emerald says, "Quite alright. For every embarrassment a parent causes their child, a child has caused at least 3 to the same parent."

Emerald then turns her attention to Reaver. "I'm glad you're here now, Michael."

"Peculiar or not, it was good to see that for the move he shared Joe's trait of being generous with his time and effort," Mittens points out, "As Lib said, thanks for doing the ice cream run for me.  If I failed to thank your dad for his help in all the chaos, please let him know I said thanks."

She smiles at Angel.  "This party needs some music.  We have a sound system here?  If not I can improvise."

Once Mits has her MP3 player set up, she starts her party mix which starts with a song from the Rio soundtrack.

"Me attempt to contact Harry."

As she noms her ice cream, she fingers her left temple and thinks hard on contacting Harry's mind like she did during the invasion.  "You there, Harry?"

  "Yeah, that sounds like him.  It would take some serious effort to make that statement about my embarrassing him more true though.  You've seen what he does."

  That said, Joe finally gets himself some of the icecream he brought over.

OOC Style: Way back in September 2010, during the protestors.

David's Sign:

I Love My Gay Mutant Son

Harry responds to Mittens, <<I hear you. If this is about the note, I'm the one who left it, but I'm not its author. And I was asked not to share who wrote it.>>

Meanwhile, Angel finally gets herself some ice cream as well. "Thanks again, Joe, for picking up the ice cream."

Liberty says with a smile, "Yeah. Yum."

Timothius starts very lightly dancing to the Rio music while nomming ice cream.

"Ya gotta admit in Joe's case it seems rather one-way," Mits concurs, "On that at least the two of them seem to agree on.  Ohey I got an answer from Harry!"

She grins at her bro's cute lil dance and dances along while voicing her thoughts to Harry.  "Ohai, Harry!  Good to hear from ya.  Can I haz your number so I can leave a voice mail those times you're not available?  As for your anonymous friend, I would like to say, "Thanks for showing interest in joining!  You can download an application off our website.  Nothing's stopping ya from putting an alias on it and joining that way, but I should caution you that because the Citizen Patrol is so closely watched by the entire world, being a completely invisible member seems very unlikely.  That said, there's tons of ways folks can contribute unofficially outlined on our website.  Hope that helps!"

  "Speaking as a man listening in to one side of somebody's conversation-" Not that Mitten's wasn't announcing her half on purpose, "I think their priorities are be mysterious first, help second."

Timothius giggles from the dancing along.

Harry gives his phone number to Mittens, <<Thanks for the tips. I'll keep all that in mind to tell the person later.>>

Angel responds to Joe's comment, "I considered taking those priorities myself. Then I realised being mysterious takes too much effort. Besides.. I'm rich. Being mysterious while rich is more Batman's thing. And he definitely proves my point about how much effort it takes."

Liberty says, "That reminds me... WERE we serious about having a "supergroup" costume or at least uniforms?"
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Mits quickly jots down Harry's number and thinks aloud back at him, "No problemo, Harry.  Ya know you're more than welcome to join too if ya wunna.  Keep in touch!  And thanks again for your part in saving the day!"

She nods at Joe with an optimistic smile.  "That'd be my guess too, but that help is on the list is a good sign."

She beams at Angel and says, "So glad you chose to join us openly!  Already your awesomeness has been a great help!"

To Lib she grins proudly, "They'll be showing up in the next few days.  Red White and Blue reflective vests with our logo on 'em.  Turns out those patriotic colors symbolize exactly what the Citizen Patrol is all about: Courage, Virtue, and Truth."