Three days pass without anything of note happening. The newly minted team of heroes settles into their warehouse home (Prowler and Star Power having decided, for their own reasons, that this arrangement would not suit them, and that they were better served elsewhere). The newborn city continues to expand, heaving outwards and building upwards alike with phenomenal, preternatural speed.

And then, inevitably, something goes wrong.

The attack is predictable, but the specific nature of it is much less so. Apparently near the downtown area, someone in a gleaming silver bodysuit showed up, carrying a great deal of weaponry and followed by moving concrete statues. They started animating the sidewalks and taking hostages. There's no clear evidence as to why, thus far. Reports from the ground are still fragmentary, but apparently the police Metahuman Response Squad has engaged the attacker and the fight is not going well.

"Hey, gang... Avengers assemble and all that," Demi calls. A casual turn of her wrist conjures a nexus point which swirls upward along her body before vanishing above her head. Her street clothes depart with the swirling mote of otherplanar energy, exchanged for a costume of leather, lace, lycra, and linen. "Dimensional Express leaves for downtown two minutes ago! Anyone need a lift?"

Noh quickly had his mask and cloak on, and was building up a working supply of oil under the ample cover they offered. "I'll take you up on that. Let's see if we can't make a good first impression," he said. Hostages always made things more complicated. If the MRS (who probably could have used a better acronym) were actually fighting, though, that might have blown already. "Anybody especially good at rescue? Blipping people to safety sounds good." As he spoke, the rest of the costume was pulled on by tendrils of black oil.

Fae slips out of her room in a billowing fog cloud as the cold air of her private space mixes with the warmer air in the main room.  She wears her "uniform," though she's tugging one of her gloves on as she comes out.  "Rescue?" she sneers as she approaches the others, "It's not safe for me or my pets to be near the sheep."  She clenches her fist as she tugs the last glove into place, a thin sheet of frost already forming from the condensation on the waterproof materials.

"It's not blipping people that's the challenge, really," Demi casually remarks to Noh. "It's making sure they don't end up irredeemably insane or all Philadephia Experiment."

Demi cups her hands before her mouth and hollers toward Azoth's door. "Can't wait any longer, Azoth. Call later and I'll blip you!" With that, she uncorks a nexus point, relocating self and teammates downtown in less than the blink of an eye. A normal-sized eye, at least. Who knew how quickly some ginormous monster-eyeball blinked.

The experience of transition is...curious. It seems to take less than an instant, and yet also stretches on, a moment strained out over an eon-sized frame until it bursts at the seams and splinters and you are downtown, standing on the sidewalk next to a half-constructed skyscraper.

It is immediately obvious what the threat is, and where. Dead ahead and a block away, the ground is pulled up into walls of earth, surrounding a small house that seems terribly out of place. Constructs formed of slabs of concrete and asphalt torn from the ground are standing around it, facing off with people in MRS uniforms. There is a lot of shouting, and panicked civilians.