It's a normal day at the base; Angel is leaning on the railing, admiring the ocean with the wind in her hair. Timothius and Liberty are playing a racing video game with Joe. Emerald is in the kitchen, taking a snack break from reading in the study. Emerald taps the com, "Anyone want anything while I'm fixing stuff in the kitchen?"

The parameter indicator informs the group of someone approaching the base (Each room has a softly blinking red light that goes off when someone enters within 100 feet of the base). The cameras show it's a little boy walking along the path that leads to the front door.

Mits had been napping face-down in one of the bedrooms, exhausted from her hectic schedule.  Her ear twitches and then she practically springs out of bed.

"YES!  Famished!...

"Proximity alert!"

She bolts for the monitors to see who's coming.

Joe's driving skill in real life is not nearly as terrible (he actually knows the brakes exist in that case).  So there has been a wildly swinging position of 'first!.... wait, wall. seventh... second-wait, other car.'

On the other hand, he somehow doubts his skill in flying space ships in video games well would translate over to reality, without some really user friendly controls or Last Starfighter like coincidences.

"What does the Stranger Danger alarm tell us, Mittens?"

Emerald acknowledges Mittens' request and begins fixing snacks for two. Then a proximity alarm, showing a little boy approaching. She coms, "Oh I recognize him. He was at the recruitment drive." She tosses a quick snack to the giant roach.

The boy looks up and straight at the camera. Then blushes and looks down. He goes to the door and seems terrified as he just... fidgets instead of knocking.

Roachface squees when Emmy feeds him.

"Lone boy," Mits answers Joe, "Elementary school age.  Too nervous to even knock.  Clearly a trap.  My guess is he's the bait at the end of an unseen tentacle connected to a giant anglerfish immune to my Spidey Sense hiding in the water nearby.  Kidding!"

Mittens scarfs a paper plate and tray full of office supplies then goes to the door.  She presses and holds the intercom button with her foot to free up her hands to work on her impromptu craft.  "If my ballet teacher could see me now..."

Mits then begins making a mask out of the paper plate using the scissors and rubber bands she found in the tray while addressing the little visitor through the intercom.

"Good morning, Mr. Phelps.  Our tech department has developed a new stealth technology so fiendishly simple that it defies all reason.  Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to field test the new invisibility mask prototype by infiltrating the secret base of the famous hero group, 'The Citizen's Patrol.'  Inside you will find a very hungry kitten who needs fed, a pet bug, and some children playing a racing game."

She finishes off the mask by writing, "I'm a Ninja.  You can't see me," on the face.  She then cracks open the door just enough to slide the mask out, leaves it open a crack, hurries for the kitchen, grabs a bowl, places it on the floor, plops down next to it, then begins mewing pitifully like a hungry kitten.

The boy takes the plate, looking at it confused. But, being a little boy, even as silly as the concept is, it is an abstract concept nonetheless and little boys like to pretend. He still examines it a bit before putting it on and slowly opening the door and looking around.

OOC: Posting now before going to Florida.

  "That is oddly specific and yet I still would not be surprised if it happened."

  With the Mittens Ninja Mask setup, he wonders how much of a fan of Spy from TF2 she is.  But probably not, because Spy is a jerk (granted, everyone in TF2 is a jerk).

  But he is more preoccupied with how it's now more polite to ignore a guest than greet them.  Social paradox for the guy with already questionable social skills.

Mits would likely be a fan of pyro.  Fire, and a happy outlook on life.

She smirks at Joe.  "Remind me to tell you my 'adventures' with Interpol and whatnot.  Spies are thoroughly detailed, eccentric bunch, but nowhere near as glamorous or charming as movies depict them.

"Mewmew!  Hungry, Mew!"

<Squee>"Mittens Bug left nest open,"</Squee> Roachface warns, <Squee>"Predators could get in.  Stray bug already got in.  Might try to steal our food.  Let's chase it out and close the exit."</Squee>

Emerald glances at the bug with a smile and says, <Squee>"Mittens Bug let the little one in on purpose. The little one is harmless and might become one of us. But the little one is scared, so Mittens Bug is trying to help the little one to be less scared of us. To do this... Mittens is having the little one feed HER."</Squee>

Eli did close the door. He cautiously approaches the kitchen, hugging the doorway. When he sees Mittens on the ground, he tries not to giggle. Emerald offers Eli a box of cereal. "This is her favorite."

Eli takes the box and carefully pours its contents into the bowl.

  Joe thinks this is probably the first time he's seen one of the horde of animal people he's come to know, well, act like an animal.  If even as a joke.  Though he still doubts he will suggest meowmix for Mittens unless she specifically asks for it.

  ...Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be watching the road when you-Oh god we swear he's not this bad at real driving.  Why couldn't this have been one of those car games where the point is to blow eachother up with missile launchers and robot icecream trucks?

Mittens can't help herself and laughs.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you squeak like that, Emmy.  Erm.  Meow meow McMeowmers."

When Eli starts pouring Mits' fave cereal, a custom mix of various cereals, she sits up, puts her paws up, wags her tail, arfs, pants, then buries her face in the dish to nom with more tail-wagging.  The sounds of catastrophic car collison draws her attention and she perks up and looks at the TV.

"Woof?"

Emerald giggles at Mittens commenting on Emmy's squee noises.

Eli squirms. "Um... I... here." he offers a note in Mittens and Emerald's general direction.

Emerald takes the note and reads it out loud. "Dear Citizens' Patrol, My name is Eli. I am good with electronic devices. I am very shy, but I want to help. Please let me fix something here are your base so you can see what I can do."

She looks at Eli, then looks at Mittens and shrugs. "Well there's that old fan that needs fixed..."

  Joe comments "It's okay Mittens we still like you even if you are a Dog Cat."  as he enters the <airquotes>Cheat code</airquotes> that let's your driver get out and push mangled wreck instead of respawning a new car.

  He's glad to hear about the broken fan, because it means nobody will smash something nearby just to give the nice kid something to fix.

"Aww," Mits comments, smiling endearingly at Eli upon hearing his note.

She giggles at Joe's teas and video game shenanigans.  "Guess it shows that I don't function well when over-worked and under-fed.  But hey!  Been doing much good for great justice world wide.  So I'm allowed a few barking kitten slip-ups."

She grins at Eli.  "Welcome to the clubhouse, Eli!  Thanks for playing along with my little game.  But since you asked, toolbox is over there and busted fan is over there.  I think?  I've been traveling a lot so locations of things hazy.  Help yourself.  And never mind the giant roach.  It's harmless."

The roach just halfway hides behind Emmy, antennae wiggling.  Mits stuffs her face with the rest of her breakfast and heads over to the video game group.

Liberty and Timothius giggle as Joe enters the code to make things more interesting. "How'd you do that?" Timothius asks. "You just hold L and R... I think?" Liberty answers before looking up at Joe expectantly.

"Thanks." Eli calls out to Mittens as she heads off. Little does Mittens know, Eli is an avid bug lover. He smiles at the cockroach and says, "I remember you..." He then looks at Emerald and says, "And I remember you were communicating with him. Must be nice to have a power like that. Can you tell him that I like him and think he's really neat?"

Emerald looks a little surprised but nods and says, "Sure.." she turns to the roach and says, <Squee>"This one is Eli. He says he likes you and thinks you are neat."</Squee>

Timothius sees Mittens approaching and asks, "So who was it?"

  "Hold L and mash all the face buttons in frustration." Narrators not, Face buttons = all normal buttons on the front, like masking ABC on a 3 button genesis pad. NERD TRIVIA.

  "The driver crying as Liberty laps him is new though."

"No problemo," Mits answers, waving over her shoulder, "Thanks for offerin' ta fix stuff."

She plops herself in the lazyboy and chuckles at the video game shenanigans.

"Lil boy named Eli.  Maybe 7 years old.  Super shy but wants to help.  Will fix our fan to prove himself.  Apparently here alone with no adult escort.  I'll let someone else deal with calling the cops.  Still waking up.  And half the cops in the city seem rather McGrrruff, erm, annoyed with me."

Liberty says, "Cops? Its not like kids can't just wander over to our base... But a seven-year-old, I guess, shouldn't be far from home..."

Eli calls over to the others, "My parents are waiting for me just outside your parameter detection array!"

Liberty says, "....well he TALKS like a smarty-pants."

Angel walks into the living room with slightly dishevled hair and PJ's, yawning and looking at the others. "I love our little clubhouse. And sleeping in on a weekend." she gives a tired smile to the group.

Eli can be heard working on the fan in the background.

  "I think Mittens is talking in the 'legal responsibilities' sense as opposed to 'acting normal' sense.  Is looking up his parents cellphone numbers not an option first?"

  Then their well rested benefactor walks in,  "Hi Angel, both things are true facts."

"Oh ok!  Good to hear.  What's their phone number?"

Mits taps away at her smartphone.

"Yeah, what Joe said.  Last thing we need is a bunch of kidnapping charges.  Even with video evidence to the contrary, public figures are presumed guilty even if proven innocent in the public eye.  Especially if they're mutant.  Isn't that right, smart and beautiful even after having just got up P.R. expert, Angel?"

"And yes.  Use of big words makes one sound smart."

Angel was mid-stretching, arms in air, fists clenched, chest out, when Mittens calls her out. Angel blinkblinks, frozen in that pose for a second. Then smirks as Mittens' comment sinks in. "...smart and beautiful, eh? Thanks for the compliments." Angel thinks about it. "And the answer is yes and no. As "mutants", you bunch have quite a few haters and enemies. But as the Citizen's Patrol, we have been gaining a lot of trust, prestige, and admirers. Colonel Bradley's a big name to have on our side, for instance. The point is; if you guys were mutants only, your chances of false accusations sticking would be pretty high. But you have a good number of other people on your side now. Buuuut.... better safe than sorry. That much, you won't hear me argue about. Just want you all to not have a heart attack over every little potential problem."

Liberty kicks her legs and says, "Wouldn't a couple of kids on the stand, including the so-called 'victim' be enough anyway? We have video evidence, both inside our club and outside of it."

Angel nods, "I would see to it the public saw the video recordings of you bunch playing video games and Eli offering help."

Eli can be heard saying, "Huh... well that was your problem..." more working sounds ensue.

  "I keep trying that Mittens, but with me I only end up looking needlessly verbose."

  He nods to Angel,  "Yeah, our job is literally to help little old ladies cross the street... We just keep ending up dealing with B movie monsters instead."  Coming soon knowing their luck, attack of the 50 foot grandma!

"You're welcome," Mits answers Angel, "And thanks for the assurances.  If I had a dollar for every accusatory question I've been asked in interviews, I'd be rich.  So I've become a tad paranoid about appearances."

Mits idly wonders about the pneumatic impact wrench and power drill sounds coming from Eli's direction.  Where was he hiding such large, noisy tools on his person?  Or is her imagination exaggerating again?

To Joe she comments, "Ironic considering it takes more words to get across the same ideas when one avoids big words.  Instead of 'verbose,' one word, you could have said 'using a lot of words,' five words.

"But on the topic of being crossing guards, it is becoming more official that our job is to deal with the godzillas.  Who of course only rampage because our group exists according to some articles.  But Angel's right.  According to the polls, the vast majority believes that the Citizen's Patrol can do no wrong and you're an unpatriotic conspiracy nut if you dare question them."

Eli says, "There we go!" and Emerald can be heard saying, "Wh-...wow. That was fast, Eli!"

Eli follows Emerald into the main room. Emmy is carrying the fan, turns it on, and it works.

Angel looks. Then looks at the others. "A repairman? For no repair bill cost? I'd say we have a keeper."

Eli blushes. "That's nothing... compared to what you guys do. Oh! Here's my parents...."

He dials the parents and offers the phone to Mittens.
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  Joe does not suggest the technically inclined kid has either set up pre-recorded messages (or robotic parents).

  He facepalms at the skewing of their job status.  "Only because some of us might not die a violent and bloody death, merely be in extreme pain when Godzilla steps on us.  I fully expect plenty of the things I have and will do to be incredibly stupid.  It's just that half the time incredibly stupid is because I'm walking closer to carnage instead of away from it."

"Squee!" Mits cheers when working fan is demonstrated.  The roach wiggle's its antannae at the fan as if considering it a snack.

"Thanks for the fan fix.  I know there's a pun in there somewhere.  No worries, Joe.  You'll be in good company surrounded by other stupid people who rush toward carnage."

She accepts the offered phone.  "Never fear, Mittens is here!  I'm told I'm speaking with the proud parents of Eli - the clever boy who just fixed our broken fan in under 60 seconds.  He says you're close by.  So come on in!  I'd like to meetcha!"

The parents show up. They looks rather generic. The mom looks like a soccer mom. The dad looks like a standard yuppy. They have nervous looks on them and look around at the place while the dad introduces himself and offers a handshake to Joe. Why Joe? Because he's the only adult male visible.

Liberty and Timothius get to offering a controller to Eli so he can race.

Angel smirks at Mittens' point. If Joe considers himself stupid, he'll have to accept that his friends are also.

  Joe still wonders if he qualifies for that except in the legal age minimums sense, but some days 'close enough' is what you have to work with.

  He returns the handshake pleasantly enough.  "Hello, nice to meet both of you, and Eli again.  I hope the trip wasn't too out of the way for you."

As usual, the roach made itself scares the moment someone arrived at the door.  Old habbits die hard.  Mits chuckles inwardly about shy boy having shy parents.  As tempted as she is to tease them she manages to refrain.  Instead she uses a laser pointer to point at each person in succession.

"Laser pointer introductions!  This is Joe, Emerald, Angel, Timothius, Liberty, and Mittens.  Welcome!  Can I get you something?  Water?  Fruit punch?  Snack?"

She peels herself out of the lazy-boy and starts walking for the kitchen.

The mom say, "Uh... water, please?"

The dad says, "Good to see you again also. And we live nearby. The travel was just a matter of walking. My name's Brian. This is my wife Sue."

He glances at Emerald, then back to Joe. "So now that we're here at the place you meet... what is it you do here?"

Eli manages to bring himself to play the video game. It is clear, though, that his shyness almost kept him from it.
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  "Well, that's convenient.  As for around here."  He glances around,  "Mittens works herself to exhaustion with legislative work, while the rest of us try to unwind between helping the elderly get groceries home or talking down children turned into tornadoes.  Most of the time it's closer to the first thing though, so the news tends to ignore it because it's boring to say 'The Citizen's patrol spent another day sorting food donations'"

  His father's suggestion to 'Track down the people who shoved perishable, expired, or open foods and throw it at their skulls' was very tempting but alas, not implemented.  That's his story and he's sticking to it.

"On it!"

Mits hurries to get the mommy a glass of water, muttering a mantra to herself.  "I will not give the parents a hard time about sending their shy boy alone.  I will not give the parents a hard time..."

After all, for all she knows he asked to go alone.  Either way, she returns with a glass of water and a smile for the mom.

"So... loafing," she surmises, "Get it?  Cat loaf?  Har har harflcopter.

"Thank heaven its not legal mumbo jumbo I've been dealing with.  Roz has most of that handled.  Instead I just spent the last several days traveling the world and the seven seas to locate where the next big uh-ohs will be happening.  Stumbled upon a terrorist camp while flying over it in a stealth jet.  Wasn't allowed to join the commandos who subsequently clobbered them.  Instead I was whisked away to an obscure fault line that was exhibiting weird seismic activity.  Sure enough my adventure sense tingled like it did a week before aqua monster showed up.  I'm told the place will be watched closely.  Other stuff was found like a chimera ant outbreak, unseasonal typhoon stirring up a school of sharks, elephant stampede, and whatnot.  So yeah.  That many hours in a cramped cockpit back seat and I could use some nice relaxing food donation sorting."
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Emerald flicks an ear. Able to hear Mittens' mantra clearly while the parents can only hear that Mittens is mumbling. Emerald giggles, but doesn't comment.

The mom thanks Mitts for the water when she returns.

Liberty says, "How come you go all those places without us? Is it because you're only being used to sense things and nothing more?"

Timothius says in a jaded tone, "Pretty much." he puffs out his chest and puts on a mock-serious expression. "Your healing won't be needed, young man. We assure you we will keep your sister out of danger." He glances at Mittens. "Gotta admit, though... they are keeping you out of danger, it seems."

Eli crashes his car in the game. Then says, "Sometimes I wish I could reach into a video game to repair the machines that get destroyed..."

Angel glances. "Indeed. Repairing a fan is one thing. Not a small deal for a boy your age. But you claimed in your information that your abilities go far beyond household appliances."

Eli says, "I can fix just about anything..."

Eli's dad says, "It's good to hear you are using your power world-wide. You may have saved thousands. Maybe even millions."

  Is it an irrational dislike of ants getting into your house, when said ants would eat you?  Or at least Joe assumes considering the military was involved.

  "Does that extend to things that are metaphorically broken?  I'd figure probably just objects would be the case though." Eli fixes a broken home but not the fact family hates echother, sort of thing.

  "Mittens does a lot for people, but some days I wish she'd keep the stupidly dangerous stuff to others."  Joe, Mittens had to get smashed by a tornado because you and Liberty were playing with the live power cables already, duh.

"You're welcome!" Mits answers the mom.

She offers her lil bro a smile and hair-pet.  "You'll be happy to hear I'm not likely to ever join the military now that I've had a taste of it.  'It's not an adventure, it's a JOB!'"

To Joe she gives a helpless look and shrug. "If we'd left stuff to those more qualified, there'd be quite a few more dead people instead of the ones living today.  And Timothius and Lib would likely be prisoners still.  'Cause danger doesn't wait around for the experts to arrive.  And sometimes the experts would shoot a kid with artillery.  Come to think of it, we are the most experienced at dealing with the weird stuff we deal with out of all the people in the world.  But there's always room for improvement.  I've been asked to have everyone take emergency training."

She nods to Eli.  "Even those who'll be plenty busy fixing stuff and won't ever be rescuing orphans from a fire dragon."

Eli asks, "Emergency training? Where would we be doing that?"

Angel says, "A number of places. The local fire department has offered to train us on how they do their job. The local police department has offered to train us both on the law and what to do in situations where calling the police is not an option. Including how to use a gun, should we spot one."

Eli's eyes go wide. As does Liberty's. "Wow, really?! Cops are gonna teach us how to use guns?!" she blurts out.

Angel nods and says, "The hospital has also offered to teach us first aid and other basic medical techniques. As was pointed out, Timothius' healing, while life saving, can also leave someone healed incorrectly and thus, not able to use their bodies the way they were supposed to. Such as a bone not being set straight."

Liberty says, "I'm excited! When do we get started?"

Eli looks at the bunch in bewilderment. "Wow... so like a bunch of field trips to emergency people?"

Angel nods. "Yup."

  Proper firearms training?  His mother will be so pleased... No, really, we mean that.

  "I admit some days I wish I didn't have so much of a conscience, considering I joined up on the basis of this not being some insane thing like that.  But I guess I'm just too stupid to not try to prevent disasters happening right in front of me." If he was smart then he wouldn't do things like electrocute himself to stop a rampaging water elemental.  But then where would that get us?

  If Joe were spiderman, Uncle Ben would still be alive but wishing Joe didn't whine so much about stopping crimes that keep happening wherever he goes.
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"On the other hand you could look at it this way: While danger and physical distress are inevitable no matter how much one wants to avoid them, by having a conscious you've wound up in the company of one who can patch you right up when you do get hurt.  Your and my hospital stays were very brief.  Speaking of - first aid should be our first step.  Free class starts in about 90 minutes."

It's a relatively pleasant "meet and greet" with Eli's family. Eli seems excited about the doctoring lessons.

When it comes to be about time for the group to head for the hospital, Angel takes them all to see a "surprise" she cooked up for them.

http://images.dealerrevs.com/g...hoto.php?id=18407120

"Tada!" Angel says, "Our first official "Citizens' Patrol" vehicle. While most times, our own cars will do just fine, this bus-van will do great for toting larger amounts of our members to and from places... such as the lessons people are offering us."

Not that the lessons are the only event the group will experience that require a big vehicle. But it sure was convenient for today!

  Somehow, the old person bus just seems fitting for an organization that splits it's time between reflector vests and fighting SWAT Orcs.

  "Well, not gonna say no to a refresher on keeping somebody from bleeding to death in the middle of a tornado."

OOC: "Well, at least the shuttle is relativly normal lookin-"
"Mittens has made a shuttle bus sized reflector vest for the Citizen mobile!  Joe why is there a Joe face shaped dent in that brick wall?"

"Hot dang!" Mits cheers, "I'm dri...  taking shotgun!"

Mits blushes when her tornado evisceration comes up.  "I doubt they'll have any idea how to perform first aid while still inside a tornado.  And for the record it was very small and not even a real tornado."

She hops in the front seat and immediately plays with all the switches can find.  "Ooh!  Glove-box!  Maybe it has a manual on how to use the ejector seat!  Whee!"

Angel heads for the driver's seat. As Mittens clicks switches, various things happen. One switch turns on an overhead light. Another switch doesn't do anything. Another switch opens the glove compartment. "There is no ejector seat, Mittens. But there *is* an emergency exit in the back of the bus."

The others start to pile into the bus. Van. Thing. Eli flicks one of the flicked switches back to its original setting before going to sit down.

  Joe is pleased to see that Mittens didn't find the 'permanent Achey Breakey heart' setting on the radio or something.

  Though at the mention of emergency exits while people are playing with buttons, Joe opts for a seat more in the middle of the Citizenmobile.

"Shields up!  Weapons online!" Mits chimes happily.

"The jet had an ejector seat.  But the big wigs warned me sternly, 'Pull that lever and you'll have destroyed a multi-billion dollar jet, put yourself, the pilot, and anyone below at risk of permanent injury and death, and landing yourself in jail for a very long time.'  So many lashes for asking a simple question."

Mits plugs her smart phone into her mini radio transmitter then tunes into it on the bus radio.

"Epic adventure mix!"

Music plays.  (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_dqTf7ldhY ))

Angel says, "Thanks for the music, Mittens."

The bus gets underway. Timothius and Liberty seem to be helping Eli lighten up. The parents, of course, just hang out and chat with Mittens and Joe.

Then the bus starts bouncing a bit like it ran over some large bumps.

  Joe's paranoia is not because he read the thread title somehow.  His paranoia is born from natural cynicism.

  "Right, unless you happen to be ignoring speed bumps, I think it's going to be one of those days Angel."

"No problemo!" Mits answers Angel.

She's more than happy to chat it up with Eli's parents, flip-flopping between sounding like a prodigy teen who runs a history-changing global movement and an overgrown silly child.  At first she playfully exaggerates how much the bumps are jarring her but Joe's paranoia shuts her up and she looks around with the seriousness of a seasoned soldier looking for snipers.

"Here's hoping the reason it didn't register on my trouble sense is because it's a minor disturbance."

Eli says, "Umm... guys? I can't calculate the stuff I normally can."

The bump causes Liberty to bump her elbow against the side of the bus. "Ow..."

Timothius reflexily goes to put a hand on Lib's elbow. Then says, "Wait... ow?"

Liberty says, "...yeah. It hurt. And it still hurts even though you're touching me."

Angel says, "Not good..."

  "Honestly, I'm surprised this has not come up sooner."  Good thing nobody here had one of those 'I will literally die if my Mutation turns off' mutations, that would have sucked.

  "Let's see, what haven't we done yet?  It's probably going to be fire this time."  Probably not, Joe.

"Hmm," Mits thinks.

She immediately speed dials the special hotline she as asked to call whenever an emergency too big for 911 services to handle pops up.

"Agent Sorrel?  This is Mittens.  2nd and Maple, headed North.  Me and all the mutants with me have suddenly lost our super powers just now.  I suspect an area of effect wider than my Spidey Sense's range.

"Angel, please turn us around.  I want to see if our superpowers return if we cross that same threshold.  If so, then we'll know that we're likely dealing with a stationary power neutralization area that isn't growing in size or following us.  If not, keep going till we notice a change.  Finding the edge may be the only way to get started understanding what's going on."

Timothius looks over at Joe and says nervously, "But we did fire already. In the form of a dragon who was made of fire."

Angel turns the bus around and begins driving the opposite direction. Even as she does, the road breaks open behind the bus (where the bus WOULD have been going if they didn't turn around) and a rock golem starts crawling out!

Timothius yells towards the phone, "Rock monster!"

Liberty says, "We need to figure out what we're going to do while Angel's driving."

Eli just clings to his parents.

Angel steps on the gas and the bus moves away from the rock monster. Both the rock golem and the bus pick up speed.

  "Right, all the disasters are starting to blur together."  At liberty's comment, he says "Well, we are a bit lacking in construction equipment at the moment.  I don't suppose we're owed any favors by crane operators?"  Well, it worked in a movie.

"Thank you, Angel," Mittens says, turning on the emergency blinkers, "Please honk in the most siren-sounding way you can think of.  Joe's got a good idea.  See if you can find a construction site or some place sparsely populated."

To the phone she says, "Headed South now.  Rock person made a mess of the road and is now following us.  Unknown if he's hostile, but we're not taking any chances.  Our vehicle is a small bus."

"Liberty, call your parents.  Tell them what's happening.  You too, bro.  Eli, you know wires.  We may need you to hot-wire a bulldozer later on.  Emmy and Joe...  I wonder if you can talk him down with a 'sweet cop / jaded cop' routine.  Remember that 1 out of 3 elemental monsters so far was a scared little girl.  The other two were thugs.  Mr. and Mrs. Vogel: an aerial view would be helpful.  See if you can find a live news feed with a news copter view.  Thanks, everyone."

Angel says, "I'm heading away from population."

Mr and Mrs Vogel look for the aerial view as asked.

Liberty calls home and says, "Mom? I'm on a bus, being chased by a rock monster..."

Timothius is about to call his parents, but stops. "Wait. Why am I calling mom again? Wouldn't that needlessly worry her? What can mom do?"

Emerald peaks her head out the window of the bus and says, "What do you want?!"

The rock monster growls and groans.

Emerald peaks back in the bus. "....I don't understand a word it's saying!"
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  Joe jaded cops, "Could you please stop breaking things?  That would be great, and more people would think you are cool.  You want to be cool right?"

  Joe suspects peer pressure will not work, but trying to get them to jump off a bridge through other means may very well happen at this rate.

Mits snickers at Joe's attempt at rock monster persuasion.

To Angel, she says, "Thanks!"

To her bro, "To ask permission to be heroic even without our superpowers.  It would make our group look bad to have a bunch of minors without superpowers try and take on a rock monster without parental consent."

She sighs, "And of course, we'll look bad if we do the sensible thing and let the National Guard handle this one.

The person on her phone chimes in, so Mits puts her on speaker, "All relevant emergency services and authorities have been notified.  Now please ask the driver to head West when possible.  And if it looks like you are outrunning the monster by a wide margin, please do your best to allow it to gain a little on you.  So long as it believes it can catch you, it's not attacking schools, or hospitals, or other crowded places.  We need you to distract it long enough for us to assemble and contain the situation."

"Got all that, Angel?" Mits asks.

Angel says, "I got all that, thanks. I like their thinking."

Timothius says, "And if they give consent, mom and dad will look bad."

Emerald says, "Could just get consent from the authorities, who we're working with. Either way, I'll be happy when I can finally communicate with the rock person."

Liberty says, "I'm gonna hold Tim's hand so that if I suddenly start feeling good, I'll know we have our powers back."

The bus DOES seem to have the umpf to outrun the rock monster. But Angel slows down a few mph to let the monster think it can catch up.

  "I like Emerald's idea.  Mittens recent phone call will help there."  Because look they already told them to endanger themselves.

"Good plan, Lib.  Do that."

Mits nods to Emmy and Joe, then puts her phone on speaker.

"Bus full of minors without super powers.  Your plan seems to be working.  But admittedly puts the passengers at greater risk.  We need official consent for minors to be hero-ing."

The emergency person on the phone answers, "You're not going to get that from me or anyone else.  Unless one of those kids have unusually selfless parents.  But I've never been against people with the guts to risk themselves for others to choose for themselves.

"Sounds like I'm going to have to treat this like a bus full of normal school kids situation, then.  Never mind the last suggestion.  Just go as fast and streight as you safely can until you get to the police barricade.  Then, do as they direct."

Mittens heavy sighs.  "Rodger.  Still no super powers.  Will advise if that changes."

Liberty squeaks! "I just felt Timothius' power!"

Eli meeps, "I can calculate again!"

Emerald peaks out the bus window. "What do you want?!"
The monster growls and groans again!

Emerald then yells, "Why?!"
More rock monster groans ensue.

Emerald peaks back in the bus. "Well that answers that, at least. He says he wants us to die. When I asked why, he said he just likes to kill people and as powerful people, we make for more alluring targets."

Angel looks dizzy for a moment, but shakes her head and focuses on the road.

Liberty starts opening a window. "Stupid rock monster..."
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Bump for coherence sake.  :p

Hope you rest well when you get to it!

  Well, confirmation that Joe's cynicism was in fact all natural then as it remains exactly the same amount as before.  "Right, he'll probably just ask to punch me in the face for this but could you remind him that he's chasing a buss full of mostly children?  Punching a 12 year old girl in the face _{who can deadlift probably more than me} doesn't really impress anybody."

"Powers returned!" Mits hollers at the phone, "About 50 yards before 4th aaaand... Candle!  Also, Emerald said..."

"Yes, I heard," the phone lady interrupts, "Do not alter course!  We have several units on an intercept.  You should see the police barricade up ahead soon.  Please park about one car length or so from the barricade and hurry to the other side."

"Something tells me a police barricade won't even slow this guy down.  He probably weighs over 10 tons.  Have you seen what a 10 ton wrecking ball can do to a brick wall?  Cop cars'll be tinker toys!"

"Good point.  Standing orders are to execute a pincer attack when he reaches the barricade, but...  OK.  Turn right ASAP.  And keep the rock monster talking."

Emerald yells out the window what Joe just said. The monster groans back.

Emerald peaks back in. "He says it will impress him. And he's all that matters."

Eli's dad grabs Liberty and yanks her back into her seat. Liberty squeaks. Eli's dad says, "Now is not the time to separate from your friends, young lady. Stay seated until the vehicle is no longer moving."

Liberty slouches. "...yes sir..."

Angel steers right as per the instructions.

The monster, of course, follows.

Timothius says, "Sure is nice we have emergency people directing us..."

  "Of all the times for somebody to not have self esteem issues." Compare, most people on the bus (self included) to, murderous rockface.  A can do, self help book attitude isn't always a good thing.

"Narcissism can be a weakness too," Mits points out, "Maybe mocking him is the best way to keep him occupied.  Or flattery.  I'll leave that up to you."

To Lib she says, "Don't be eager to get in a fight with this one, Lib.  You may be as tough as a rhino, but even a rhino would be turned into a road pizza if a 10 ton wrecking ball landed on it.  I think if any of us has any chance surviving a fight with it, it's Joe and his physics-defying ability to change direction midair."

"Take another right on 3rd," the phone says, "None of you should fight it.  We have Guardsmen inbound with a high-tech arsenal that can stop a tank."

"Won't turning right again take us back into the 'no powers' zone?"

"If your powers go, turn left.  If not, continue."

It is as Mittens predicted. Turning right again eventually lands them in "lose your powers" territory. So Angel steers away soon after and the powers return.

Eli has pulled up an overhead map of the area on his phone to try and figure out what the emergency people are trying to direct Angel to do.

Timothius, meanwhile, is scared, but says, "If it gets too dangerous... I can fly to distract him."

Emerald has been talking with the rock monster and finally plops in her seat. "Well I at least got it blabbing about who is responsible for making him the way he is and responsible for our constant woes. But this rock monster is tough all the way through. Nothing I say bothers him. The fact we're running only excites him. The more of a fight we put up, the better. The more I insult him, the happier he is that we're his target. The more I compliment him, the more he responds with "Well of course" as if my compliments are simply obvious statements. I can not get through to him."

Link back to this game

Red arrow is location and direction of travel.

https://www.google.com/maps/@40.6486194,-74.133945,17z

  "I suppose survive is true, though even if I had a cordless jackhammer or something I'm doubtful I'd stop him without the mentioned wreckingball."  Now he's wondering if he'll end up getting hit by both at the same time.

  At Tim's suggestion, he says "Tim, you know how hypocritical I am about putting oneself in harms way.  That sounds like it would be too dangerous if you tried to fly above him out of harms way...  Even if that's less likely to be punched in the face than me."

Eli is able to figure out what the phone then explains:

"Good work, Angel and Mittens!  Now that we have 3 points on the border of the no-powers blackout zone, I can relay those to analysts who can draw a circle on the map intersecting those points to predict where else the zone area border is and pinpoint the center to search for the source."

"You're doing great, Emerald.  See if you can get him bragging about what he's capable of.  We might learn something very important."

"That's very brave of you to suggest, Timothius," Mits chimes, "I'm proud of you!

"Joe's right about our chances of beating him.  We need that artillery!  What's the ETA on the tank-stoppers?"

"We already have a squad in place to the east of you, but the blackout zone is probably in the way.  I was planning to have you skirt around the edge as soon as I know where that edge will be."
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Eli looks at the map and says, "I've got it!" waves at Mittens. "I know where we need to go, based on the collected information!" He proceeds to give directions on how to skirt town towards the squad.

Angel says, "As much as I hate to vote for the dangerous route, I'm thinking we cut through the blackout zone to get to the squad quicker before this monster figured out it needs to hurt other people to get us to fight it. It's not like this bus isn't keeping pace."

Timothius says, "But the blackout zone feels too much like a trap! We can't risk that." he then looks at Mittens. "Let me get a high view of the place and I'll let you know if there are any other bad guys waiting for us?"

Emerald says, "If there are bad guys out there, Timothius, they'll recognize a flying winged cat and try to shoot you down."

Liberty says, "I'm siding with Angel, but Timothius is right... if the blackout zone IS a trap, there is little we would be able to do about it."

  "While inconvenient, driving fast in this thing is pretty much the same with or without our abilities, so really it doesn't make a difference.  Well, if there wasn't something else waiting for us.  I COULD keep up with Timothius reasonably enough, but that feels like ditching you guys even if it's to help make sure he's safe."  And not hooked up to machines again by insane scientsts...

By now Mits is expecting a rocket to hit the bus, so telling Timo and Joe to separate is tempting if only to save two from exploding.  But she keeps her thoughts to herself and sings,

"Don't you know, you never split the party."

"Let's stick together, please.  And taking Eli's rout will more likely hold Rock Face's attention since it'll feel to him like he's gaining on us at every turn.  A direct path is more like to convince him he can't catch us, methinks.  Also, in taking Eli's path, if we sense our powers cut off, we'll know the zone can move.  Not to mention I can't sense traps if my powers are off."

Angel says, "Longer route it is. Let's just hope this works."

Angel takes the route Eli directs and sure enough, the turns and stops involved cause the rock monster to get excited at almost closing the distance a number of times.

Liberty frowns. "I so wanna punch him..."

Emerald says, "Sorry, hon, but your fists would tickle him at best. If you really wanna punch him, we have got to stick to the plan and lead him to the authorities."

  Joe would be so proud of Mittens's cynical opinions if he could read the narration.

  "Even rock monsters need knees to walk.  Though knowing our luck we'll get told 'here, have some shaped charges. Now go put them on yourself since you can take a rock punch without turning into paste."

Mits keeps the phone person updated on the situation.  Soon, the phone lady says, "Great job!  You're there!  Proceed through the gateway.  You won't see any Guardsmen until they come out from hiding to surround the monster.  Just keep going straight when they do.  And don't worry about crossfire or explosives.  They'll be using non-lethal weapons to ensnare it."

"Sweet!  'Cause it looks like the far side of this place is a dead end."

Angel frowns when Mittens mentions a dead end, but with determination, puts her trust in the authorities... and moreso in her friends. She trusts them to save her butt if things turn out to be the ol' "authorities were in on the plot all along, lol".

But when the bus passes through the gate and the rock monster follows them, he is suddenly pelted with enough snare to trap a construction crane.

Angel slows the vehicle down and manages to stop it before the dead end. But once the vehicle is stopped, Angel just sits there, gripping the steering wheel and sweating.

Granted, nobody on the bus was stress-free.

  "Right, Mittens as much as this may pain you, just as it pains me, do not taunt the restrained rock monster." Priorities!

"Whew!  Target restrained!" Mits reports to the phone lady.

"Good job!  Thank you all for your help!"

Mits snickers at Joe's comment, happy for the break in all the seriousness.  "Oh I fully expect that while we're celebrating, the camera will pan to the restraints while suspense music plays.  Then suddenly snap-snap-snap-snap-snap!  Dramatic roar!  Shaky cam!  Chaos and screaming soldiers as the monster uses it's broken chains as reach weapons!

"Enraging the monster with taunts before hand only serves to make it look like it was the hero's fault that the monster got angry enough to break free.  You know...  so they feel all the more guilty during the memorial service of the fallen soldiers while the sad music plays.

"So no!  Not going to taunt the monster while it is captured!"

Timothius and Liberty giggle from Mittens' movie narration.

Angel gives Mittens the most weirded out expression she can muster.

Emerald says, "Let's focus on making sure we have done everything we can, shall we?"

Fast-forwarding a bit, the rock monster gets fully restrained, complete with some kind of quickly solidifying substance and then carted off by the authorities.

"...you know? That went a lot better than I thought it would." Emerald says. "But the enemy has a very nasty weapon... the ability to turn our powers off."

Liberty says, "Well we work with the cops. And the president. So our enemies better cut it out."

  Yeah, Joe can see it now.  'His blood is on your hands!'  'No, his blood is on my everything.  Diving in front of the rock punch didn't help them too much'

  Yeesh, even your darker imaginings are passive aggressive.

  "Honestly that's still preferable to the last time people were screwing with your powers, Liberty." Powers Be Gone button doesn't involve torture for SCIENCE.   "I'm more curious at what circumstances mean that happens, but still lets a crazed rock jerk run around. Unless it's just because you can't turn off 'is a big rock monster' any more you can turn off Emerald being a fox"

Mits gives Angel a sheepish grin.  "Made the kids laugh, at least."

She's pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong, though.

"Thinking back, this is the first time we've been able to lure a baddie to the authorities rather than being forced to confront it head-on.  And behold!  No one got hurt!  Not even the baddie.

"Emmy and Joe raise good points.  Here's hoping Rock Monster gives some answers... to the the authorities, when they question him.  And here's hoping they find the source of the no-powers field.  'Cause it would be dumb for us to look into it."

"Search for the source is already underway," Phone Lady informs.

"Today's lesson is, 'The reason why fictional heroes don't rely on competent authorities is...  nevermindthat!'"

Emerald points out, "The key word there is competent. Oft times, fiction makes authorities less competent than they are in real life."

The media soon arrives and the group is soon swarmed with reporters asking questions.

Meanwhile, Angel gets off the phone and says, "Good news, guys and gals... the hospital has heard what held us up and has offered to reschedule for another day."

(Chapter over pretty much. Mitts' turn to take over)

  Joe refrains from commenting on the average competence of fictional mutant heroes being higher than their own, but then realizes they probably make up for that by the lack of soap opera stupidity.... For now.

  "I'm trying not sound sarcastic when I say it's good of them to understand a giant rock monster trying to murder us has effected our schedule.  It's just that explaining our lives tends to sound worse out loud."

  He looks to the rest, and asks "Anybody still up for going to the hospital for recreational reasons instead of through the ER entrance?"

"And thanks goodness for that, huh, Emmy?" Mits agrees.

When the reporters swarm, Mits answers them, all smiles and full of praise for the heroic men and women in uniform.

"Thanks to their courage and long hours of training, the murderous rock monster has been arrested without anyone getting hurt that I know of!  Until I have a chance to thank you in person, I'd like to take this chance to say 'Thank you so much for what you did today!  You're my hero!'

"Further answers to questions will be forthcoming after my friends and I put the hearts that've lept out of our chests back where they belong."

Of course, more questions are asked anyway, a few of them damning.

"This is the fifth time your group has been a disaster magnet.  Is any place safe with you around?" for example.

But the vast majority are legit questions.

"Bubai!" Mits answers, waving, her fake smile thinly veiling her annoyance, "More answers later!  Our number's listed!  Thanks again to the heroes in uniform!  Bye!"

In the bus she nods to Joe.  "Yeah.  I'm still wanting to get CPR certified."

Since the medical training has been postponed, Mits suggests regrouping back at HQ to cool off.

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I'll do a time-skip to a new chapter some other time.  RN I'd like afterglow RP for a while.
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Emerald can't think of an amazing enough comeback to the reporter quick enough and decides that Mittens' answer is the best one.

Liberty, however, speaks her mind because she's angry, wasn't allowed to taunt the rock monster, and she just survived being chased by a rock monster. "The only people who were in danger today were me, my friends and the authorities! Do you even know what it's LIKE to be chased by a giant rock monster?! No?! Didn't think so! How about you save some lives or rescue the city instead?! No, you'd rather throw dirt in the face of those who DO stand up for you!"

She looks like she would continue on, but it gently guided to the bus by Emerald who shushes and pets Liberty's hair.

Angel takes the group back to base via the bus. After all, she is still currently the only one with a certified license to drive a bus. She is careful as careful can be to get back safely. En route, Liberty continues mumbling about "stupid reporter" and "like to see THEM try saving the city a couple times"

Once at HQ, Liberty punches a wall, causing a dent. "I couldn't protect you all..."

Emerald says, "We have always worked as a team, Liberty. Our roles may have changed this time, but we were all working together. And now Angel has a chance to say she protected us. That was some fancy driving. And Mittens, thank you for calling the authorities. Eli, thanks for the directions. Everyone, thank you for your support and ideas. We pulled through it together."

Liberty glances around. "Don't mean to sound ungrateful... thanks everyone. I'm just... frustrated I was pretty much useless to you all."

Angel adds, "It's why we are here at HQ; to unwind."

  "It's just their job to get sensationalist headlines for more readers, Liberty."  He looks over to the reporter in question and comments "I'm sure they don't really think a 12 year old girl deserves to be water boarded. But they are free to correct me about that."

  There you go, kids. That's how you properly passive aggressive at reporters.

  Once back at the HQ, he sighs.  "How do you think I felt when I brought up that sorry example, Liberty?  We STILL had our powers then, and I couldn't do a censored to keep you and Tim from being hurt.  Mittens is jumping into tornadoes because we're too busy handling live power cables and people practically missing their legs.  Why do you think I do any of this crazy censored in the first place? I hate it.  But I can't just watch you all suffer or get run ragged, or when are people who's entire reason others are assholes to them is 'I'm a mouse or something' instead of looking normal and bulletproof."

"You're welcome, Emmy?  Was just pushing buttons and talking.  Thanks for translating."

"Not hardly, Lib," Mits contradicts, "You sure told off that mean reporter!  So did Joe!   Sooo gratifying.  (Insert teases here about swearing at the little hypothetical torture victim.)*

"Mittens too is not pleased when bad things happen to heroes such as you all and the best she can do is talk on the phone.  But let's not forget that the reason we weree swarmed with media frenzy is because we didn't wind up rushed to the E.R. this time!  YAY!  Progress!  This calls for a celebration!  How's a spontaneous pizza party sound?"

---

* I read Joe's post to mean actual curse words used by character, but bleeped out for sake of reader.  If instead Joe actually said the word "censored," Mits would instead say, "L.O.L. at the narrative bleeping, Joe!"

Emerald says, "Pizza party sounds like a great idea. I'll take your orders."

Timothius licks his lips just thinking about it. "Cheese, please."

Angel is sprawled on one of the lazy-boys. "Pepperoni"

Liberty says, "I like pepperoni too."

Eli says, "Cheese..."

Liberty goes to give Joe a hug. "Yeah. Thanks for backing me up there with the reporter."

Angel lazily gives a thumbs-up. "You guys; lemme remind you... normal people in our situation would be high-fiving each other for being alive. Not beating up on themselves for being unable to punch a rock-monster in the face. I commend you all for keeping clear heads, not panicking, and ultimately, being there for each other. It makes me all warm inside I got to be there for you guys as well this time. Even if I hope we don't have to do something like that again."

  "As long as it's normally eddible, I'm good for whatever pizza." Clearly he is a less picky eater than his player.

  When Liberty comes up, Joe hugs the girl back.  "I know you'd want to help even if you weren't tough enough to kick my ass, but I just worry you won't get to be considered a person if this keeps up."  While not as bad as Stock Comicbook Government by a long shot, Mittens being shoved into a jet and used as a threat to national security detector still bothered Joe.  Even with the lives saved.

  He nods to Angel.  "Well, sometimes a dull cynical outlook has it's benefits in my case."


OOC: Yeah, it was the narrator's censor.  What does saying strikethrough sound like, I wonder?

Mits is looking like a girl her age by tweeting how her crazy day has been so far.

She hmms and shrugs.  "Extra cheese and pepperoni, please.

"Oh yeah.  And everyone please let loved ones know that you are safely back at HQ if you haven't already.  Angel makes an excellent point  High-fives all around!"

She starts with Angel then offers a high-five to everyone one by one.

She exhales and rubs behind her head bashfully at Joe's comment, "When Timothius and I founded this group, we never imagined we'd go on any high-speed chases, much less one that involved a huge rock monster.  Most exciting thing we expected was handing out blankets to people watching fire fighters do their thing lest the EMTs wind up with incidental hypothermia cases.  If not for over-the-top shenanigans cropping up all over the world, I'd be tempted to wonder if the other half of my super power was to attract dangerous stuff to me.  Either way, you've all gone way above and beyond.  Thank you all for being so heroic!"

She grins and spins to give everyone in the area a double thumbs-up.

Liberty's face turns red. "I can't kick your butt... can I?"

Angel, Eli, Emmy, Liberty and Timothius all gladly take the high-fives. So do Eli's parents.

Timothius looks a mix of proud and embarrassed when Mittens mentions founding the Citizen's Patrol. "It was all you, Mittens, really. I just showed a little support is all.."

Pizza is ordered and Emmy reclines on one of the couches. "Ah... pizza and friends. And a clubhouse. Thanks again for this lovely beachside manor, Angel."

Angel says, "It wouldn't be much without good company like you all filling it, you know. But you're welcome."

  "It's not a theory I'd want to test any time soon, but I'm the one who still says ouch when hit hard enough." Well Joe, at least you can... Uh, MAYBE have a close win against a 12 year old girl in armwrestling?

  Joe is not so broody mc broodysons to turn down the Highfive-o-thon.  "I admit I still worry if I'm the kind of person who meets those standards, Mittens. But I guess actually doing things does rate higher than only talking about it. "  Even when those things are incredibly stupid.

Mits is all kinds of smiley over the awesome friends she has.  She grins to Lib and suggests with a wink, "Why not settle it with a bout of Tekken 3?"

She pours herself a glass of milk, drinks a few gulps, then offers Timothius a drink, licking her upper lip to wipe away the milk mustache.  A quick turn so she can take a selfie with her friends in the background.

"Dittos to y'all.  Better a pizza with friends than luxury in strive.  Better still when you can enjoy both luxury and pizza with friends!

"As for living up to heroic standards, I'd take one Joe on a bad day over a dozen so-called 'sports heroes' on a good one.  'Cause the Joe's got the guts to face real danger head on!  But I'm happy to hear you have high hero standards.  I do too."

Emerald says, "Pff.. well worry or not, at least know that whether you meet a standard or not, you are loved and admired by your friends."

Liberty goes to yank Joe down in order to kiss his cheek. Then runs off to the game system to prep Tekken 3.

Pizza arrives and fun times are had. Liberty is about average at fighting games, being a button-masher type player. Timothius is ironically a natural at fighting games and even gets a mischievous expression whenever he wins.

Angel opts out of the Tekken tournament, claiming she just was never good at fighting games.

Emerald plays, sure, but is a little below average. Just enough to challenge someone of Liberty's skill, but always lose.

Mits is stumped by Emmy's statement and mulls it over in her mind.  "So suppose I decide to take up a life of crime?  Taking millions and using my super power to elude capture, making mutant kind look bad?  Yeah...  I guess loyal friends would still be friends.  It would probably take directly betraying those friends to make them stop - and that's just unthinkable!"

She grins, nods, and thubs-ups.  "Yup!  Ditoos to Emmy's statement."

Mits is consistently inconsistent in her game bouts - losing about half the time regardless of who she's playing - and often play-acting the character she picks.  Which is never the same one twice.

  Joe is thusly yanked down for the cute antics of Liberty.  Who knew 'I bet you could kick my ass' would be taken as such a compliment?... Maybe he should be worried.

  He is totally good at video games!... But let's his attempts to do specific moves get the better of him when playing against small children and short women.

  "Basketball maybe, but football would probably go less well for me in sports hero comparisons."
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As usual, Mittens' antics make the children laugh and the adults giggle. Liberty grabs Eli and tosses him onto Mitts' lap before she and Timothius dogpile them. Judging from Eli's laughter, he's having a good time.

Emerald just gives Joe and Mittens both knowing smiles whenever they lose.

Emerald decides to spice things up with a nerf war as she start shooting people with her nerf gun.

Liberty decides to use a pillow as her weapon of choice.
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