Illya gapes when the information appears on his commlink but quickly forces a cough in a lame attempt to cover it up, "I, uh, have sent you all a map. Of the...houses. And guns. And electronics. Like I said. I'm the tech guy?"

Kate spent some time talking with the new girl, playing chess and losing, and staying fuzzy simply because the last thing she wants is to ever have her normal appearance outed and last refuge lost.

"I guess that is a problem, but I mean, if we only came here because you saw us come here then why wouldn't anywhere else have been just as good?  I mean, how would you pick which random house to get us stuck into a circle with?  Maybe we shouldn't have had anybody in uniforms show up though, that part is probably on us."

Holding up her phone she giggles.  "Neat.  Thank's Illya" And she shoots him a wink.  Then turning to take Johnson's attention she asks, "Do you think you should call the local police to get some extra guys out here for a um... cordon thingy just in case?  Let them know there might be a mob and stuff so they don't come in and make things worse cause they don't know whats going on?"

"Let's see how timelines are shifting around now." Misty spends a moment seemingly zoned out, but really focused on things others cannot see.

Create Asset for herself:

2d10 See Through Time
d10 Wits
d8 Saw That Coming from a Mile Away
d6 Precognitive 20-20 Hindsight (and step up effect die)

12:24, Today: Misty rolled 2,1,2,3,4 using d10,d10,d10,d8,d6 with rolls of 2,1,2,3,4.  Create Asset.

That Wasn't Going to Work: Reroll, -1 PP.

12:25, Today: Misty rolled 10,2,6,6,1 using d10,d10,d10,d8,d6 with rolls of 10,2,6,6,1.
d6 to Doom Pool, +1 PP
10+6=16 with d12 effect die
Make it persistent for the scene, -1 PP.

PP: 3 - 1 (reroll) + 1 (rolled 1) - 1 (persistent) = 2

Gwenyth happily poses for pictures and selfies and signs anything she is offered, but quickly makes her excuses to avoid any actual conversation. "Sorry, but we're in a hurry!" works pretty well up until the moment they actually get on the plane. If only she were wealthy enough to afford her own private jet! Goals. The people who try to avoid her and the rest of the team make her sad, but she doesn't try to get in their way or make an issue of it.

Gwenyth takes her phone back from Black Hole with a sheepish smile. She giggles a little at the 2011 joke; her phone was only a few years old, and in 2011 she would have been twelve years old. "Thank you." She raises an eyebrow at the computer talk. "I don't know what what a deedeeohess is," she says with blissful ignorance, "but thank you regardless!" She immediately points it at a parked car and presses the button to test it.

Seeing how Agent Misty is kitted out Gwenyth draws nearer to bond over their mutual womanhood and lack of any overt combat powers. The rosewood-stock hunting rifle on Gwenyth's back is also loaded with rubber bullets, as is the Glock on her hip, and the coiled whip next to it is good for all sorts of fancy-pants maneuvers! However, before she can say anything she sees Agent Misty going into a trance and decides not to bother her at the moment. Instead she has a look around the neighborhood.

Agent Johnson's voice brings her crashing back to earth. "Me?!" she asks, surprised. "Are you sure? I'm not really... good... with kids."

Johnson gave Illya a tired look.  He has seen Shiva at work before, and in all honestly, he was a little bit insulted that they thought him THAT dense as to not recognize his handiwork. He couldn't be bothered to challenge him on 'being the tech guy' right now.  He was far too disturbed over Kate's and Misty's conversation:

"Yes.  Calling the police to set up a perimeter would be prudent" a perimeter, just like the one Misty described in her vision.  He hated the thought he was reading from a script without the ability to improvise.  He had half a mind to NOT call the police.  But that would be cutting his nose to spite the face.  They needed backup.

With a frown on his face, he picked up the phone and started dialing.  The neighbor watching them retreated back into his house, to make his own calls...

"You'll do fine" Johnson answered her after he concluded his call "And we need to convince his parents to let us talk with him to begin with.  We don't have a warrant, probable cause, or any legal justification to be on their property. We need to convince them that we're here to help" even if they are the ones who brought the trouble to their doorsteps.
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A troubled look descended on Illya's face, "How much can we interfere with Misty's vision? Like, can we stop it from coming to pass? Is the mob going to show up anyway? Should we just fly the kid to the east coast?"

"Alright, if you're certain." It was nice to feel like someone was relying on her at the very least; she was seriously beginning to feel like her presence in Freedom Force was a pity invite. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be the lead woman.

Gwenyth puts on her earpiece and breaks from the rest of the team to approach the house of interests, pausing on the sidewalk to adjust her jeweled bow tie before stepping across the invisible property line and making for the front door. She knocks thrice, then folds her hands at the hem of her skirt in a demure V-shape. She prepares her most apologetic smile.
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"Ilya, the future is fluid. Our course isn't set until it becomes the present. But it is unlikely we'll prevent an armed mob from arriving in an hour or two. What is easier to avoid is a shootout after they arrive. We could do as you suggest: get Brian out of here. We could try to do some other things to ease tensions."

The phone call would be shared, as the contents of the neighbor's conversation would be sent to Black Hole's commlink. Furthermore a trace of the call would be made to see who they are calling. Provided it was relevant to Freedom Force and not just an excuse to geek out over the US's primary mutant super team.
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The front door opens a short minute later.  The party of Mutants in their uniforms got the expected reaction from the woman who opened the door.  She gawked at them stupidly until she finally managed to find words:
"Umm.. can I help you?"

In reply to Janette Cantrell (msg # 46):

Several phone calls appeared on BH's commlink. The primary caller was calling several men to come and 'greet' Freedom Force. Those phone calls where being traced as they called others...

If any of the rest of Freedom Force had tried to follow her up to the door she would have shooed them back to the sidewalk. There shouldn't be any reason why she would need backup, and the sight of so many people on the owner's porch seemed likely to send the wrong impression. If Agent Johnson wanted a delicate, feminine hand in this matter then all these other cooks can get their grubby little man-talons and paws and whatever else out of her kitchen. Or something. Metaphors!

Agent Misty could come with if she wanted, though. She's slight and nonthreatening!

"Miss Cantrell, yes?" Gwenyth asks, for surely she had been briefed on the plane. "Federal agent; I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you, my bosses have me investigating some things in the area. It's probably nothing, but it'd be a huge help to me if you'd let me come in and ask you and yours some questions." She offers a put-upon, overworked, hopefully-sympathy-inducing smile.

"A Federal..Agent?" the woman repeated after her.  Gwenyth didn't look like what she expected of Federal Agent.  She didn't show her any badge either.  But she didn't seem like much of a threat either, so she decided to entrain her for a moment longer:
"Sure.  I'll help however I can" still, she stayed standing at the doorstep, not inviting the woman, or her companions, into her adobe.
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The decision not to show her badge was a tactical one. Gwenyth rather hoped that she would be recognized from television, which would mean more than some little piece of metal. Going straight for the authority button didn't fit the harmless aura she was trying to project.

Gwenyth lets the awkwardless trail out for a little bit before looking around around the neighborhood nervously before flitting her eyes back knowingly towards the woman. The unstated message was simple; these are not the sorts of questions you want your neighbors to hear me ask. She clears her throat. "So, ah, can I come in then?"

"I.." the woman hesitated. There wasn't really a reason to turn Gwenyth away.  They were law-abiding citizens and had nothing to fear from the police.  But was the woman standing in front of her really a Federal Agent? Against her better judgment, she decided that she was, and that there would be no harm in talking with her.  Surely!
She stepped aside from the door so the charming young woman could enter.

"Yes.  But it will be quick, right? I need to pick up my daughter from practice in about an hour"

Gwenyth apology-smiles away, softly shining with quiet confidence in that way that she does. Her smile widens. "Alright, as quick as I can, understood. Let's see..." She takes out her phone and makes a show of examining it. In reality she is just reading an old script play... about being a detective, appropriately enough.

Entering the house Gwenyth makes a minimal amount of small talk, complimenting one or two things that catch her eye (but not the first thing that does so as to avoid seeming shallow!) before beginning with a handful of boilerplate questions. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately?" and "Is anyone else in the house right now?" That sort of thing. She casually surveys the house as they walk and talk for the aforementioned anything unusual.

Illya frowns, "Uh, Team. They are coming." And he forwards the call logs to the others' commlinks and phones.

Miss Cantrell showed the young investigator inside.  Her house was typical for the affluent suburb. A large foyer splits off to the living room, and to the kitchen on the opposite side. A staircase leading up to the second floor.  Nothing unusual so far.

"No, nothing unusual. This is a good neighborhood" she emphasized.  The second question was the type a serial killer might ask his potential victim, but Janette was sure the woman was who she said she was.  Whatever her name might be.
"It's just me and my son. George is supposed to come back later in the afternoon.  Do you mind if I call him and ask him if he can leave work a bit earlier today?

Gwenyth winces at the insistence that this is a good neighborhood, hearing what she does from the rest of Freedom Force on her earpiece. Good neighborhoods don't need to be cordoned off against Friends of Humanity. But she keeps that to herself, only saying a neutral and perhaps vaguely disbelieving "I'm... sure that it is."

"You can if you like!" That is to say, Janette could but Gwenyth obviously does not have any specific questions for George.

After just a few more small questions, Gwenyth broaches the question she still hasn't figured out not to make awkward but can't put off any longer. "Would it be alright if I ask Brian a few questions as well? I know, I know..."

Frank remained outside, checking the perimeter. So far, the property seemed secure. But they were more worried about the future than the present. Satisfied that the building wasn't going to be under siege in the next few minutes, he checked in with Ilya.

"What have you got?" he asked.


OOC: Sorry for the short post. I just wanted to get my toes back in quickly.

Illya starts in surprise at Tank's query, "What?! Uh. I mean, I have, uh...maps. And calls. Phone calls! All definitely mine."

The call to her husband left Jenette confused and distraught.  The tone of the conversation slowly escalated as she tried to explain why she invited the Federal Agent into their home, or what exactly they wanted with the Cantrells.  She looked downcast at her phone for a while after George hanged up, sighing softly to herself.  But one smile from Gwenyth lifted all worries from her heart.  She was sure the young woman could explain it better to her husband, once he arrived.

She answered whatever questions she had for her the best she could, but when Gwenyth broached talking with her son she immediately assumed a mama-bear disposition:
"What questions? What do you want with him?"

Gwenyth frowned as the phone conversation went bad. "I'm sure he's just trying to protect everyone," she says with a reassuring smile.

Mama-mode activated, Gwenyth notes to herself. "It really is just some questions! No one is in trouble." She looks down at her phone again, ostensibly to check her orders but really to buy herself an extra precious few seconds to think. She chews her lip for a moment and decides that there is no way to do this next part subtly, so she goes for honesty. "To tell you the truth, the real questions I am here to ask were always for Brian. They might be a little scary and I would really appreciate your input on how to approach the topic. Promise not to dismiss them out of hand like any sane person would?" She laughs awkwardly, in that I'm-so-sorry-but-my-boss-is-making-me-do-this way.

Once Janette so promises, Gwenyth just lays it on her. "So, I have the unenviable task of asking your son if he rigged the election and, if he did, to please not do that again and explain why that is a bad thing." She blushes in very real embarrassment. "And that's all. Pinky swear."
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Janette's eyeballs threatened to fall out of their sockets the longer Gwyenth talked.
"Brian!??" she followed with a nervous laughter "Rigging the election?! He's only twelve! What are you talking about??"