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Lilian Rook	Scoffing and saying she'd bet Eggman an island if she could make a ratty little teenager into a proper nemesis was funnier back when Petra was still a nobody and nothing important had happened. It still had a trickle of black amusement to it when at least the biggest thing Petra had done was egregious harm to Lilian alone. Petra having already taken over rulership of a kingdom as its supervillain despot by this point just makes being held to her word at this point sort of bleak.     Or at least, it'd be more bleak if Lilian gave a single solitary shit about Quicknest, and wasn't just exhausted on top of exhaustion having to find a way to grant Eggman Easter fucking Island somehow. What's really, truly, bleak in her mind, though Lilian thinks of it very little, is that it'd taken the supervillain of Sector Zero to cite scripture in his defense.     Being welcomed to Hanga Roa is so obvious it's sort of a little too mundane for Lilian; at least at the usual capacity she loves to show off the extent of her capabilities. Being a town of merely seven-thousand souls, there is at least some hypothetical petty pleasure in that the Warpgate present only just barely counts. More reasonably, it's logical to assume that Eggman asked for this specific island (well, some permutation of it; Lilian's own iteration is in ruins) and she wasn't about to spend any extra money building a more grandiose one. That'd make sense, but . . .     It's kind of weird being around a famous resort-focused town with practically nobody in it. By the time you arrive, the only folks still around are loading up backpacks and driving out in overburdened camping vans, staring strangely out the windows at you as they pass on their trickle out towards the docks (Not the Warpgate?).     Sure, obviously, Lilian couldn't just buy a national treasure out from under the indigenous people, and nobody would exactly volunteer to stay behind and possibly be turned into robots; they know who Eggman is. It just feels . . . off? That they've probably spent just one or two days 'actually leaving'. You can see the harbour from here, where boats are having to ferry people back and forth to a super cruise liner has been anchored offshore, too big to dock properly.     Actually, why a cruise liner? Was that just convenient? Nearby? Available? Necessary to assuage the people leaving their lives behind? Who knows how this ludicrously overscaled 'developmental' stuff works, with money flying back and forth with industry and politics. Even Petra is having to learn on the job. Not to say that Lilian has a head for takeover, but-- Oh neat. This one has the Tongariki moai so close to town. It's really cool you can see those famous ones lined up along the shore. Haha.     Lilian herself doesn't look great, but that's only just barely not new. She's dressed herself, done her makeup, styled her hair, replaced the bandages on her upper arm, the crook of her shoulder, and her lower waist, just for appearances' sake, and come out here under her own power, which she seems to have emphatically considered Enough. In breezy cross-strap top, summer ruffle skirt, and favourite sandals attire, by the time you get there, she's flicking what appears to be a green tinted contact lens into the trash.
Lilian Rook	On the other end of town from the airport, she's done the most typically British thing possible and decided to wait a few blocks down at the local highly rated French restaurant 'Au Bout Du Monde', or she's done something much more like a vicious insinuation and decided to wait next to 'IRA BAR & RESTO'; it's difficult to tell, with her being precisely between them.     It's a wonderful little overlook to Playa Poko Poko, set up with overdone beach-watching accoutrements that might have actually been set up after people agreed to leave, and at the very least, she knows Eggman sort of likes beaches. She impatiently waits with a folder under her arm and a tablet in her other hand, probably waiting to hand over a deed and take a digital signature. She's even got the sexy loose-strand secretary chignon from the movies.     Shockingly, there does actually seem to be food around, by the smell of it. Rather than hand over the papers and leave, some degree of pride means that she had to at least put out a welcoming mat.
Eggman	The Egg Carrier is a floating fortress not only in name but in fact. It emerges from the clouds above flanked by a veritable air force of robots, all flying in perfect military formation. It bristles with weaponry conventional and exotic. The shadow it casts across the island is one long in both form and menace.      When it gets close enough, a port opens on it. A beam of light pierces the earth. A black-and-silver hoverchair descends.      The source of the menace.      Doctor Ivo Robotnik. Alias Doctor Eggman. The self-proclaimed greatest supervillain in the world.      He's wearing swim trunks.      And a snorkel.      And, hidden from the world, flippers.      Behind him come his two ever-present servants, Cubot and Orbot. The light flips off, and the Egg Carrier's docking bay opens to release a pair of shuttles.      Eggman rubs his hands together as they do so. "Ah, Dame Commander, how splendid. Tell me, do you want to stick around to paint them, once the transfer is complete?"      Wait, paint-      The shuttles deposit a set of massive paint vats. A moment later, a bunch of pilotable mechs with weirdly spindly arm-rings are stomped out. They have controls.      "Have to make sure Easter Egg Island looks the part, after all! Hoohoohoohoohoo."      Orbot, safely behind the Bad Doctor, rolls his eyes.
Bowser	A wooden airship floats just behind Eggman's Egg Carrier. The mighty face on the front of that airship is Bowser's stylized roaring face, wrought in steel and leafed in the finest gold. The Airship runs by propellers, two sets of twin propellers and a single set of forward propellers give the behemoth its movement. It shadows at a proper distance, because, Bowser is not a dick. Bowser is a wingman. That means his ship has slightly fewer weapons, a slightly smaller escort, is somewhat smaller than the Egg Carrier, and is not blasting the heavy bass drums of his theme to announce his arrival. Once the Carrier has arrived and Eggman has stepped out to make his statement, THEN the Airship slowly sinks to the ground. Rope ladders are thrown off the side, discharging goombas, koopas, boos, a couple of pokeys, and some pirhana plants that are being carried by Goombas. Bowser leaps from the bow of the boat, too large and mighty for something like a LADDER. He hits the ground with a heavy WHUMP. Grass and dirt fly up, and when it clears, Bowser stands, a hunched behemoth in a hawaiian shirt and straw hat. The other minions are in non-specific island vacation getups, one holding a tray with a coconut on it with a proper little paper umbrella and a curly straw. "Hey, they already started the barbecue! This is service!"
Rufus Shinra	Rufus Shinra wanted to see the results of a bet that involved trading off an entire island. This is the sort of thing he's out here for. The fact that the island was populated doesn't even really register with him. He looks at the people leaving the same way one looks at a flight of migrating birds - mildly interesting, and then entirely forgotten an hour later. He arrives not with Eggman (he hasn't worked that social link enough yet to casually hop rides) but instead via warpgate... which turns out to be the correct move, as he's treated to watching the Egg Carrier and associated flying armada arrive from the outside, in all its splendor and dramatics. Lilian gets two fingerguns as Rufus approaches, but she's spared from having to talk to him by Eggman's arrival. Eggman beaming down gets some polite applause. Eggman beaming down the mechs gets *enthusiastic* applause. "Well now this *is* a surprise, Doctor. Here I thought we were just gathering to congratulate you and maybe run up a bar tab, so I'm clearly a fool to think you wouldn't provide some... audience participation. May I?" Rufus doesn't *really* wait for an answer, he's beelining for one of the mechs right away.
Tamamo	It is a terribly obvious guess that Tamamo is only here because Lilian is here. There shouldn't be any particular reason for her to have shown up for a signing over of Eggman's ~~ill~~ fairly-gotten gains, given that there is negative reason for any trouble to be brewing that isn't--     --on the other hand, 'emotional support, in case of emotional damage' is a fair concern for the situation, given that it's a triumphant Eggman, given that it's an exhausted Lilian, and given that it's Tamamo. That really has to be it.     If she were here to play on the beach, she'd be in a swimsuit, surely. She must have several. Instead, owing the tropical climate, and rather out of keeping with northern climes and the month of February, she's presently dressed in a summer yukata, the thin-yet-formal festival wear done in sky blues with brown-black branches bearing pink blossoms across its patterns. She's standing just to the side and behind Lilian on approach, wearing her usual 'neutral' expression of 'pleasantly serene,' though this colors with curious confusion when she asks the question.     "What is an Easter Egg?"
Lory Thumper	Lory probably wasn't invited or welcomed along. She came along anyway. Mostly a chance to do some intel gathering, she is also here just in case the villains do something villainous enough that they could do something about it. And since Eggman seems to have something against animal-people, she figures her being here might provoke him to do something to mess up this deal.      She stands by close (but not too close) to Lilian and Tamamo. She's in her full armor and weapons, but doesn't have any in hand. She stands with her arms crossed, watching those two flying fortresses make their way in. She is more than a little nervous at seeing them. What is she supposed to do against firepower like that if it did come down to a fight?      She looks toward Lilian and Tamamo. So, that's them, huh? It's good to put some faces to the names. She may have met Lilian in person at some point, but Tamamo was a mystery.      Tamamo asks about Easter Eggs, and Lory shrugs lightly. "I'm not sure what they are for, but I'm guessing they are some kind of painted eggs?" she says, seeing the mechs and all the paint.      She looks to Lilian after that. "I know you have to keep your word and all, but..." she shakes her head. "...nevermind." she says, then looks toward the cruise ship. "...why a cruise ship?" she asks. "Is it compensation for them having to leave their home?"
Petra Soroka	Petra has been hearing about Eggman's enthusiasm for the Easter Egg Island joke for the entire duration of the trip here in the Egg Carrier.     That's only about 30% of why she looks a little exhausted when she follows him out of the transport beam. She's wearing clothes that aren't beachwear at all, despite Eggman's insistence (though she's still got them stored with Qetra, she thought it'd send an unpleasant message to Lilian, and she's not just going to *show up* in a swimsuit *anywhere*): A loose tank top and jeans, over which is a thin flannel jacket that doesn't really conceal the scarring on her arms and chest much at all. Along with that is the ever-present black and gold collar, and the Eggpack on her back, because this is, in some fashion, a 'family' vacation trip.     The main reason why she looks nervous is the reason why Lilian is giving a supervillain an island in the first place. A... celebration, kind of, of the fact that she... successfully tormented Lilian into the worst spiral of her life over a half-year campaign of mind-boggling abuse with extraordinarily little causus belli, that she now has dedicated the rest of her life to repenting for. That its outcome somehow includes *both* being in Lilian's inner circle now, *and* benefitting from the gift Lilian is obligated to give Eggman for Petra successfully being her worst enemy, is not lost on her as deeply fucked up.     She doesn't know who here to apologize to. For some reason, she chooses Angela.     "Um, sorry, if this gets a bit weird. It might get weird. I already feel weird." After muttering that over her shoulder, Petra hikes the rest of the way to Poko-Poko, looking sort of pallidly determined to make it through this with as little harm as possible. Thankfully, what she *actually* wants is to make it through with as little harm to Eggman, Angela, and Lilian as possible, because her own demeanor and position in this almost certainly means she's going to get bullied today.     She hangs back with Cubot and Orbot, too guilty-looking to even unwholesomely gawk at Lilian (the fact that she's not at her best doesn't factor in even a little bit). She does gawk at the safer target, though: "Oh... I've never actually been to Easter Island before. It's so pretty. Well, at least it is for *now*." Her tone drops again into a beleaguered-daughter eyeroll, when the Easter Egg pun finally drops.     She doesn't know if she's supposed to thank Lilian or apologize to Lilian for this. Instead, she distracts herself with the secret third option: validharm.     "Why the fuck are you out here looking like a wannabe fucking bouncer?" Of all people, every single other one of whom she's met before in person, Petra addresses Lory. "Who even are you?"
Kuroto Dan	A WHILE AGO Kuroto Dan, despite being openly supportive of both Eggman and Petra as a member of the Concord, is having a bit of a problem. He /really/ wants to see what is up with this whole Easter Island thing, but at the same time, he feels as if this sort of interest goes above just being supportive. People might suspect he actually enjoys stuff like this, if they haven't already - No, no, they definitely haven't.      He's about to give up on the idea entirely and simply return to his work, when his eyes fall upon the Buggle Driver on his desk. Dan Kuroto stops what he's doing to rub his chin for a moment, as a toothy smile spreads across his face. That's right, DAN KUROTO might not have to attend, but that doesn't mean someone else can.      NOW Kamen Rider Genm immediately regrets not just coming up with an exscuse to show up as Dan Kuroto as he pushes the pedals on his BMX bike. Sure, he might be able to say what he wants to now, but at the cost of being able to take modern transport like, say, a damn car. He's too deep now to change his mind, however, and even if he could, that'd be loudly admitting that his idea was wrong. Which it wasn't! At the very least, the Warpgate makes this doable...      Genm slams the brakes on his bike once he reaches the rest of the group, tires skidding across the ground. He takes a wobbly step off of it as he stands up, reaching for a Gashat holstered on his belt, and with but a single press of a button, the bike is gone in a cloud of pixels.      "I've arrived to grace this most momentous occasion of yours, Doctor Eggman, I hope you consider yourself blessed."      Genm sounds extremely winded, to the point that it wouldn't be shocking if he just fell over and died. But he doesn't. He's not gonna. He has transcended normal human limits, and even if it feels as if he's going to have a heat stroke under his suit, the power of Dangerous Zombie will prevent him from passing in such a lame way.      Speaking of his suit, Genm's armor is currently its usual white and black self, accented with bits of silver and cracked red translucent plastic. There is, however, a slight modification to it. He's got a neon green and pink sun visor fitted over his helmet.
Angela	''What is an Easter Egg?'' Finally, Angela thinks, asking the important questions. She would not normally go to an Island Exchange for a bet that she hadn't been a part of and occured before her world had even been unified but some of her favorite people are going, others that she is reasonably fond of, and--likely--plenty that she tolerates okay. She has not asked Eggman to do any fancy tech magic like he had in the past and is just present on the Eggpack which is the normal Eggpack. Angela, in her normal outfit and labcoat, is sitting on the edge of her desk, having let her shoes drop to the floor with one leg crossed over the other. She had neglected to research Easter beforehand because she hadn't thought to do so and had hurriedly, maybe an hour before travel, learnd that rabbits are involved so she is wearing a rabbit ear headbandthat you can just barely the headband portion of where the Eggpack screen is located. ''Sorry, if this gets a bit weird. It might get weird.'' Angela's gaze slides towards Eggman for a moment then back to Petra. "I am sure everything will be normal." She tries to reassure her, being an AI that can lie. In actuality she is pretty nervous about this situation herself and is hoping that wearing something appropriate will encourage everyone to be polite and respectful of each other and their boundaries. The idea of painting is an enjoyable idea even if she has to do so through the Eggpack too, but she hasn't talked about that yet. She lets out a faint sigh when Eggman drops the pun. Her eyes settle on Lory when Petra approaches her. "...." She slowly removes the rabbit ear headband and tries to stealthily chuck it off the side of the desk.
Lilian Rook	Despite her better judgement, Lilian subtly winks in Rufus' direction at the fingerguns. Some release of tension is in order, and also, having Tamamo with her at fancy places always makes her want to show off a tiny bit. The tiny shot of dopamine has to tide her through the coming of the colossal shadow.     Come to think of it, Lilian hasn't really had the opportunity to see the Egg Carrier in person. The only time she's ever seen Eggman was at Petra's birthday party, where he came bearing Hibiki locked up in a cage, which severely-- improved? kind of improved. it's complicated-- her opinion of him. Seeing him beam down from his supercarrier is different, though. She reflexively starts to raise her arm to keep the backwash frm blowing into her eyes, but pauses when there isn't any. Too much familiarity with VTOLs, probably.     She watches the hoverchair as a matter of course, smoothly tracking its descent for a little while before ostensibly growing bored without finding anything to be wary of. Her gaze tracks up to the man sitting in it, and promptly freezes at seeing him barechested and snorkeled up. It takes her slightly too long to process what she's looking at, and slightly longer to think of anything to say. Her drilled-in reflex in that sort of situation is to pause and say absolutely nothing, so it's subpar response in every respect, if at least an opportunity to examine the mildly interesting gold metallic filaments nearly faded from her left eye     "If you want to use 'splendid' to describe me, I'll hardly be bothered." Lilian says, even-keeled despite the situation. She does glance once over at Tamamo, though, like taking a quick breath above the water. "To . . . ?"     The look on Lilian's face grows strangely far away. She has to blink a few times to force herself into a little laugh. "I see. That was your reasoning for Easter Island in particular. Thank you very much, but perhaps it would be in poor taste, for, someone such as myself, to go about, interfering with cultural treasures." Terminally British. "Not that it's any of my business once you own the island, of course. Now, if you could sign here . . ." She hands the tablet over with a stylus and reaches into her folder to start pulling sheets.     'Hey, they already started the barbecue! This is service!'     Lilian takes one look at bowser, drifts to the piranha plants, thinks for two seconds, and then actually says, "Oh. Would you happen to know Princess Sarracenia? Are you on good terms? If so, I'd like to ask you to deliver something to her that she'll be direly needing. Or is she the sort to turn you away at the gate?"     'Well now this *is* a surprise, Doctor.'     Lilian turns her head in the middle of handing papers to Eggman. A half-second later, she blinks, and quickly looks away back to Doctor Eggman. "What tab? He owns the island now. Will he demand you pay him back?" Arm extended, there's a teeny bit of fine blood splatter just under her short sleeve.     'What is an Easter Egg?'     "Tamamo . . ." Lilian sighs. "You're perfect. You know that?" Shocking, to hear her use those words in a way that isn't sarcastic. With her tablet hand free, she makes sure to squeeze Tamamo around the waist.     'I know you have to keep your word and all, but...'     "'Want'?" That turns Lilian's head a second time. "What does 'want' have to do with any of this? What I want is to spend three hours in a hot bath." She doesn't even glance to the ship when it's pointed out. "A cruise? As compensation? Really? Even that thing barely has enough passenger capacity. What did you expect? An oil barge? Chile is right there." this is probably at least half-true.     'Um, sorry, if this gets a bit weird. It might get weird. I already feel weird.'     "That's because you're fucking weird." says Lilian.
Lilian Rook	'Oh... I've never actually been to Easter Island before. It's so pretty. Well, at least it is for *now*.'     For some reason, Lilian looks silently stricken. "Ah. Petra." Fuck you Petra for not allowing psychic messages. "Don't. Use the beach on the northeast side." says Lilian, with quiet urgency.     'Who even are you?'     "I believe Officer Lory Thumper, Mammalopolis Police Department." Lilian somehow says without a hint of smarm or incredulity. "As for why she chose to dress like this, I suppose she feared for her life? It was barely an hour after the announcement that she declared she required 'more firepower'. I'm somewhat astonished that you find it unusual." she says, wildly overconfident in Petra's intelligence.     Still holding Tamamo, Lilian looks a tiny bit pouty at Angela throwing off her headband. "I don't strictly know what her business is. Perhaps she means to arrest you? She has been training, after all." she says. "As long as it's after the signoff, it's really none of my business what she gets up to." Rubbing her bandaged neck for emphasis, Lilian says with a theatrical sigh, "And I'm hardly in any shape to participate. Not after the last several apocalpyptic operations."     'I've arrived to grace this most momentous occasion of yours, Doctor Eggman'     Lilian blinks, smiling politely. "Beg pardon, but who are you?"
Eggman	"Oh, look. A police officer carrying weapons to a legal event. *And* she's eager to find a reason for you to go back on your deal, too!" Eggman claps his hands together. "Even among the little rodents, the authorities are the authorities, aren't they?"      "Please, Mr. Shinra. I had to make sure I could provide some proper entertainment to celebrate, *and* get some work done at the same time. By all means." Rufus is already gone by the time Eggman finishes his sentence. The mechs are simple to operate, little more than cranes designed to act exactly like those awful Easter Egg dippers - pick up a moai, dip it in some paint, roll it around, then pick it back up and put it in another one. More mechs are being deposited with brushes - presumably to paint designs and such.      "A religious tradition co-opted by corporate interests. I'm not really an observer, of course, but who am I to pass up on such an *excellent* joke? You take eggs, you see, and then you paint them in funny colors to celebrate something-or-other. We're doing that, with priceless cultural artifacts!" Eggman twirls his majestic moustache at Tamamo pleasantly, then tilts his head to Petra and Angela. "Oh, come, now. Everything's *fine*. It will look marvelous when we're done. Imagine the colorful little heads all along a row. And perhaps some proper carvings of my own head...maybe even a few variants. I've always wondered what I would look like with hair. And there's the alternate Ivo and his strangely pointy head...make a fine set of Moai."      Eggman holds up his thumb and forefinger at the resort. "Yes, I think someting could be made of this. A nice new base. Bit of a fixer-upper, but, well, that's part of the fun of the hobby!" The supervillain claps his hands together.      "Ah, Kamen Rider Genm! Why thank you for your attendance. I'm so delighted to see you in good health. Please, partake of some entertainment! I've no doubt your *unique* sense of color and design will make for a spectacular moai."      "Mr. Bowser," Eggman's always called him that, "Would you happen to be interested in adding your own unique artistic contribution, or will you simply be enjoying the beach? -ah, and now that you mention barbeque, the Villain Grillin' group has been pestering me to invite you, so consider this your official invitation, hm? It's an informal little get-together we Concord supervillains have every couple weeks, you know, grill, eat, swap stories, workshop plans, keep an eye on our various youths."      Eggman takes the paperwork and has a machine scroll through it to double-check for any potential legal gotchas and so on. "Oh, I'm certain you're splendid as well," Eggman says idly as he taps his finger on the side of the thing, "But I'm far more impressed by the effort than the person. And it is a spectacular effort. Commendable."      He pauses.      "Oh, yes. You're English." Eggman strokes his moustache thoughtfully. "Well, if you say so."      "A hot tub. Yes, I'm sure one could be added around here if you'd like to soak. It's the least I can do." A big, friendly smile. He snaps his fingers as he hands the paperwork back over, scoured of potential problems and robotically signed with his real name ("Dr Ivo Robotnik, Esq") (apparently he went to law school at some point) (this is probably not *that* surprising).      Several robots just descend from the massive flying fortress to spot-build a hot tub on the beach. It is shaped like his face.      Don't question it.
Rufus Shinra	Petra gets the fingerguns too. "Hey, work bestie," he says, because Rufus cannot resist poking a sleeping bear at least a little bit. Lory gets a confused look. "Are you part of the bet? Shouldn't you be dressed nicer for it? Maybe smile a bit more too." He looks up from Lory to Lilian. "Personally, I'd fire whoever does your shopping, Miss Rook. Hopefully the pet store has a decent return policy." > "What tab? He owns the island now. Will he demand you pay him back?" "Nah, Miss Rook. Everyone knows when you win a huge bet, you haven't *really* won that whole amount, because your mates are going to demand you buy the first round. It's like a tax, except you can't bribe a politician to get out of it." On the topic of injuries Rufus seems a little off, too. His stuff's more emotional damage (or is that 'white damage'?) so Lilian and others not familiar with him might not spot he's not running at full power, though. Rufus gets the easter egg dipping comparison. It's missing something, though. "Onnnne second, I gotta make a call." He doesn't have a huge ship or armada, but he *does* have a helicopter on call. And enough money to get weird items manufactured on rush order. Today is a day for splurging. Soon enough, a helicopter passes by overhead, carrying a giant wax crayon that it deposits next to Rufus's mech. He immediately goes to pick it up and start scrawling near-invisible words on the nearest statue - words that show up inverted when the statue is dipped into the paint. This one now says 'CONCORD RULES'. There's another one with a crude drawing of some puppy dog with a military helmet on.
Bowser	Bowser looks over at Lilian with an eyeroll. "That crazy girl?!" A koopa leans over to a gooma and whispers 'Psycho Hose Beast'. "She was always trying to get me to kidnap her so a hero could save her! And I kept trying to tell her, I'm not kidnapping Princess Peach because I want a hero to save her, I'm kidnapping Princess Peach so she understands I'm someone who can love and support her by keeping a loving home and stable kingdom!" He is glaring off to the side, then turns back to Lilian, "What? Yea, sure." He turns towards the ship to start bellowing, "KAMMY! KAMMY!!!" A wrinkly old magikoopa floats down on a broom, rubbing an excessive amount of sunscreen on her face. "Damn sun, like I don't have enough wrinkles, I swear if that thing flies at me-" She floats near Lilian Rook and Bowser. "Yes, your bestialness?" Bowser waves a bit at Lilian Rook, "The uhhh..." "Dame Commander Lilian Rook, She/Her." "Yea, she needs something for the crazy princess, do it." The tiny old Magikoopa sighs, but looks up at Lilian with exasperated patience. He looks over at Eggman. "What?! There's a Villain Grillin' group?! I just got a new sauce recipe!" Bowser gives a roguish smile, but indeed, he has never seemed happier. "Of course! No one in the bowling league ever wants to swap stories, you start them talking and Hanzo just talks about his dad, and I can't do anything about it!" Then, an even wider grin. "Let's do it! Get me that green and yellow!" He gleefully runs towards the nearest mech to vault into, making it shudder. "Ah... if me and Peach ever get visited by the stork, some day I want to paint an entire island just to mess with someone." RBowser pulls a level on the machine, immediately firing yellow paint without much concern for the well being of others.
Lory Thumper	"Well, when dangerous war criminals are attending something, having a bit of extra security never hurts." Lory says to Eggman, then adds. "Oh, and rabbits are not rodents. Surprised you don't know that with that doctor title."      Lory blinks in surprise at Petra's rather rude approach. Also the first time she's met Petra, she thinks. She frowns lightly at the question and the use of language. "Bouncer? I have a real badge, you know." she says, then sighs softly. Lilian answers the qestion of who, and Lory just adds, "Who even are you?"      Lory's eyes flick over to Angela as that bunny headband is tossed away. She stares for a few moments...then laughs lightly. "Hey, don't worry about it. Humans seem to think things like that are cute. I don't really mind." she says, then her light frown returns. "This is a celebration, right? May as well look festive." she adds, though without much mirth.      'What does 'want' have to do with this?' 'A cruise? As compensation? Really? Even that thing barely has enough passenger capacity. What did you expect? An oil barge? Chile is right there.'      "I...didn't say want." the bunny says, then looks toward the ship again. "...okay then." That's strange, but there doesn't seem to be a lot more to ask about there. The other's aren't using the warp gate, but that could be just them not wanting to leave their home world.      Rufus also gets a confused look from Lory. "...uh, no. I'm not part of the bet. I guess I could have dressed a bit more nicely, but I'm just here for security and intel." She frowns as Rufus mentions a pet store, but she leaves that alone for now.
Tamamo	'You're perfect. You know that?'     "Oh, now, Lilian, there are surely ways in which I can still improve. I fear a good custard tart remains beyond my present skills -- ah, come to that, why mention this now...?" Tamamo's still a little confused, but decides to enjoy being pulled in against Lilian's side. Politely, of course. They're in mixed company.     She barely manages to notice Angela removing something upon arrival, though she's not certain she caught what it was.     'A religious tradition co-opted by corporate interests. I'm not really an observer, of course, but...'     "Oh, I see. Well, I suppose it is rather harmless to paint eggshells. Or... is it whole eggs? Are they preserved? I suppose a thousand-year egg might..." She's only brought back from this line of questioning by confirmation that it's being done with monolithic carvings.     Tamamo rolls the idea around in her mind, but comes up blank on how 'priceless cultural artifacts' affects the situation, so she settles for smiling and nodding at Eggman's exuberance.     "It does sound quite colorful." Spoken like one attempting to be supportive of fingerpainting without being able to at all recognize what was painted.     She looks toward the swiftly assembled hot tub, then to Lilian, with an uncertain, "Oh...?"
Eggman	"'War criminal.' Please. I never signed any papers, I don't recognize the authority of any council that did, and my nation is independent. Really, do some *research*. That term gets thrown around so casually." Eggman sighs and leans back in his chair, tucking his hands behind his head. "*Supervillain*, not *war criminal*. War criminal just makes me sound like a..."      The Doctor tilts his head towards Petra. "...poseur, I think, the youth say?"      Eggman purses his lips. "Mr. Shinra, that sort of language isn't appropriate towards a lady, even a rodent." Yes, he knows what a rabbit is, it's quite clear. "I don't appreciate casual misogyny in my presence, you know. While I'm no fan of the furry folk," OK so he's fine with racism, "I still must insist you apologize."
Angela	Angela sees Lilian's pout and then she sliiiides off her desk for a moment, vanishing off the comms window for a moment. There's some movement around the desk and eventually Angela is seated again, this time in front of the desk, in a chair, leg crossed over the other (again) and now with fully visible rabbit ears. Angela might be normally a little hesitant, sure, Lilian has been going through it lately--and her promise to help Angela escape is at least PARTIALLY responsible so the least she can do is put on the rabbit ears for the Dame Commander. She places her hands on her lap and wonders why someone who can push a button and summon an instant helicopter really wants to work for L Corp. Surely, she thinks, it isn't just to troll Petra. There is surely an important reason for this. Subterfuge? Seems unlikely or he'd behave better. Spying? Trying to steal company secrets? Perhaps, but L Corp is only masquerading as a power company and only provides power to the city in service of its true goals. Rufus will one day run a real power company and will probably draw an actual paycheck, unlike Angela who isn't paid because hre creator knew she'd never be leaving and wouldn't need it. ''Hey, don't worry about it. Humans seem to think things like that are cute.'' Angela almost takes the headband off and crunches them into a tiny cube with her bare hands but she elects not to. Her stare towards Lory, however, suggests that she is unamused. If perhaps a bit embarrassed that even the Bunny Cop noticed the headband. Still, she thinks, if a rabbit person tells her that it's okay to wear rabbit ears it's probably okay to wear any kind of animal ears whenever she feels like it which won't be often, she's pretty sure, but it is nice to know that there is absolutely nothing offensive about it. Unfortunately Tamamo's very important question gets the answer of 'You're perfect' which might be true, but doesn't tell ANgela what an Easter Egg is. She might have to use the internet. Her gaze tilts downward at the mention of the apocalyptic operations but right now she has to hope that the bunny headband will be enough. "May I paint one, Doctor?" She asks of Eggman. She doesn't think she can dup a giant statue into a paint but she thinks painting something would look good on the statues. She would probably need Petra's participation to be in range of painting but, well, worst case maybe the Doctor will save one for later (she is not sure what she wants to paint yet, tragically. Maybe Cubot and Orbot? They seem a little lonely sometimes. "I am a corporation so if it is a corporate holiday it is acceptable for me to participate." Angela provides some hastily added justification for why she should get to do painting.
Eggman	"Of course you may, Angela," Eggman says cheerily, "Please. Be my guest and enjoy yourself."
Rufus Shinra	> ...unlike Angela who isn't paid because her creator knew she'd never be leaving and wouldn't need it. If it helps, Rufus will *absolutely* hire Angela once she's free, if she wants a job. Okay like, maybe 30% of the reason he'd hire her is he thinks it'd be funny to have a robot on the payroll, but the other 70% is genuine. > "I still must insist you apologize." It takes Rufus a moment to realize that Eggman is not, in fact, joking. "Alright, one moment..." he goes to disembark his mech, and approaches Lory. Desperately, he tries to remember how to talk to short people, and can only remember the meme versions. Dang it. "Hey," he says, crouching down to get on eye level with Lory. "Miss Thumper. I'm sorry for saying you should smile more, and that you should dress nicer." He leaves off the pet store stuff, and the thinly veiled 'apologies' he'd come up with that are actually just more insults, and some other stuff he thinks is clever and really wants to say, because he passed his will save.
Tamamo	'I'm kidnapping Princess Peach so she understands I'm someone who can love and support her by keeping a loving home and stable kingdom!'     Tamamo, who isn't fully up to date on Bowser's story, having seen him only once before, gives him a curious, if not unfriendly, glance. "Has kidnapping proven to be... stable, in your relationships? I would think it rather volatile."
Bowser	Bowser frowns at Tamamo, scratching at his side to improve his thinking process. "Not yet. If she would just let me marry her, she would see how good a husband I could be! I keep sending her ideas on what patterns she wants the napkins to be, what should the meal be, just having plain beef or chicken would be boring, maybe it should be something fancy... hmmm, no she probably wants something classic. But it's always 'Mario will save me!' or 'I don't want to go out to dinner and dancing afterwards, you turned all my subjects into jam!' I worked hard to turn all her subjects into jam so she'd have time to go out with me! I had to steal eight jam faeries!"
Petra Soroka	"Don't. Use the beach on the northeast side."     Oh! Lilian's not mad at her! The way that Petra lights up when addressed with concern and sincerity rather than the lapse back into frigid loathing she'd expected is a full-body motion, starting with a slightly open-mouthed smile and snap-reflex to full attentiveness, and traveling all the way down her spine until she bounces on the balls of her feet purely from blissful spring-back.     "Okay!" She realizes the intention of Lilian lowering her voice halfway through the word, dropping her tone from bright to conspiritorially quiet with a nod. "I believe Officer Lory Thumper, Mammalopolis Police Department."     "Oh, that's *her*?!" It's so important that Petra gives Lilian reason to be wildly overconfident in her intelligence. She just needs to internalize anything Lilian says the first time and act on it immediately and completely.     "I thought she was a rat? Er... I guess it's better she isn't...." Whatever that could possibly mean is temporarily unaddressed while Petra pulls out her phone to proudly display the digital mockup of the banners she ordered to Eggman, Angela, and Lilian, with the rat silhouette she designed earlier on them. "I got these, to hang. Because, like, it looks like Pence." "Perhaps she means to arrest you?"     Petra looks some combination of aghast and delighted at the idea, twisting to stare at Lory. "Arrest *me*?! That would be so fucking funny. Like, what even gives her the right?" A pause, thoughtful. "Besides the crimes, I mean." "Bouncer? I have a real badge, you know."     "Oh, even better. You're not just a *wannabe* power tripping loser, you're a *successful* one." Petra doesn't quite understand why everyone seems to hate cops, but she's picked up on the fact that they all *do*, and thus is wholly confident in joining in on it whenever it feels like it could score her points. "Who even are you?"     "Weak. Pathetic. I should shove you off one of these cliffs and hunt you down in one of Doctor Eggman's mechs while you drown." Given violence to enact and indirect reassurance from Lilian, Petra's anxious dog demeanor has vanished, replaced with ironclad arrogance. "You're here for me. Know your place." "We're doing that, with priceless cultural artifacts!"     Petra feels pretty bad about desecrating priceless cultural artifacts. It shows on her face, when she crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at Rufus skipping away to doodle on the island. But on the other hand... "Yeah, I guess it'll be fun? It's kind of... cute, actually." "Hey, work bestie,"     "You know, I can still make your life fucking miserable even *if* I'm not allowed to kill you." One might imagine that she's referring to work-sanctioned punishments, like unpleasant Abnormalities or cleaning duties. Instead, she's gazing out at the painting mechs, idly imagining chasing Rufus around the island in one and spraypainting him in place of shooting.
Petra Soroka	"Dame Commander Lilian Rook, She/Her."     Petra's eyes narrow like she senses a threat, but she doesn't end up saying anything. "May I paint one, Doctor?"     Angela isn't addressing her, but Petra *is* the vehicle by which Angela moves, so she bounces excitedly and nods. "Oh! Oh! You should! I mean, we could get-- we could put you in the cockpit, and I could probably-- or, I mean, Doctor Eggman could do it better, but I could-- attach you in to the controls, and then you use the arms, and-- you should. You should!"     Petra starts beelining towards one of the painter mechs, but then teeters and comes to a halt-- stumbling from the suddenness. Energy dimmed for just a moment, or rather, converted into a more fretful kind of energy, Petra turns back to Lilian to check in before getting caught up in the tech and art. She misses the fact that an Egg Tub starts being assembled on the beach behind her, with the construction noise practically fading into the background in her head at this point, but it doesn't change her point either way.     "Do you-- I mean, I'm sure there's a nice bath in one of the resorts here, or you could come to-- to the castle, my castle, I have, there's one. Or-- I mean, I'm sure you have access to it, but, would there be anything that-- that I can do to give you the time? Or...?"
Rufus Shinra	> "You know, I can still make your life fucking miserable even *if* I'm not allowed to kill you." "Oh, that does remind me." Rufus approaches her, holds up a hand, and then with passable street magic skills, snaps his fingers and produces a pair of vouchers. "Tah dah." These are pressed into Petra's hands before she can protest. "Two two-day amusement park passes, travel and hotel included, for you and a friend. Consider it a little token of my hope that we can face the fear, and build the future, as the most effective Extraction team that Lobotomy Corporation has ever seen. Go team." "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to see how much of the Legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise that I can fit on that priceless cultural artifact over there."
Lilian Rook	'Even among the little rodents, the authorities are the authorities, aren't they?'     Lilian tries not to smirk, and mostly succeeds. "Legal event or not, Doctor, you are a supervillain. Self-professed and proud. You just recently announced the conquest and robotomization of a kingdom. It's hardly as if she needs to wait for you to illegally park. The fact she's committed to doing nothing at all is already rather bending her obligations."     The papers aren't exactly complex. As funny as it would be, and as capable as Lilian is of doing it, the absence of bullshit loopholes is borne out of fairly rational confidence in Eggman's intelligence and also not caring about the law, and a very irrational commitment to-- "When thou speak from authority absolute, so must be thy judgement." Lilian repeats. Then "More or less." to Eggman.     'Shouldn't you be dressed nicer for it? Maybe smile a bit more too.'     Lilian's expression sours on reflex. Zero point one Excaliburs. She side-eyes Lory incredulously for agreeing.     'Nah, Miss Rook. Everyone knows when you win a huge bet, you haven't *really* won that whole amount, because your mates are going to demand you buy the first round.'     Lilian slowly head tilts one way and then the other as Rufus explains, as if she could detect what the fuck he means with enough visual rangefinding. "If . . . you say so?" is what she concludes, only to grow even more quietly baffled at him helidropping a crayon. "And I assure you my taste in pets is--" Don't look at Petra don't look at Petra don't look at Petra don't "--entirely beyond your impression."     'That crazy girl?!'     Lilian heaves a doubly tired sigh. "So they think of her that way at home, too." she says. Gritting her teeth a little at the sheer volume with which Bowser is able to yell, Lilian quirks an eyebrow at Kammy's completely different level of professionalism from him.     "Beg pardon, Miss . . is Kammy a shortening? The name is unfamiliar to, me, my apologies. But I'd been in the midst of asking your king if he had a particularly convenient route to deliver something to Princess Sarracenia. You needn't deliver it on my behalf if it would be an inconvenience, of course, though I'd hardly mind compensating you for your trouble if you did."     'I...didn't say want.'     Lilian goes silent, then steals a glance at the Tongariki line on the shore. "Okay. Whatever." she says, weird and distracted. "You know you aren't actually security, right? Do you actually think Doctor Eggman is going to try something with me? And if he did, do you think it'd be something that Tamamo and I couldn't handle, but you could?"     'Hey, don't worry about it. Humans seem to think things like that are cute.'     That halts Lilian's offbeat rambling, with an offput "Beg pardon?" As if she has to take care of something, she says "Angela, I'm relieved to see that you can enjoy yourself with the holiday, after the last few weeks."     'I am a corporation so if it is a corporate holiday it is acceptable for me to participate.'     "That's true. You have to let her."
Kuroto Dan	Kamen Rider Genm tilts his head at Lilian, before simply chuckling at her question. He'd be offended if this wasn't the first time they'd met like this? He thinks? Well, whatever, he doesn't honestly care so long as he has an excuse to introduce himself.      "Kamen Rider Genm"      As if to punctuate it, Genm reaches out with his hand and pretends as if he's putting up each word of his name.      "But just Genm will suffice. Or /GOD/ Kamen Rider Genm to those who don't deserve to call me by my proper name."      Having properly introduced himself and regained his stamina at that, Genm turns his attention to Eggman, and simply motions to the entire island.      "I would cover this entire island in my genius if I could. I am, however, graciously understanding that this is /YOUR/ domain, so I will simply make my piece shine the brightest."      The Kamen Rider lets out a laugh that sounds as if he's choking on his own bile. He takes a brief break as he adjusts his posture, throwing his head back before laughing even harder.      Unfortunately, his jovial mood immediately dissipates as he and his colleagues are compared to 'war criminals'. COMMON war criminals!? Genm didn't join the Concord for people to state that he would ally himself with something so mundane. Genm straightens his posture and looks down at the rabbit. Lory Thumper, if he remembers Lilian's introduction correctly, but he doesn't really care if he somehow got that wrong.      "Be glad this is meant to be a joyous occasion, you insipid creature. I will correct you only once, and you will bow your head and say 'thank you, GOD Kamen Rider Genm, for correcting me and my misguided ways.' We are a group of visionaries, thinkers, and dreamers. We change the world as we see fit. We are not WAR CRIMINALS. /You/, by comparison, are a glorified mall cop who has stumbled upon an island of titans."      He points down at Lory for emphasis, before simply folding his arms against his chest and heading towards one of the painting robots. He actually doesn't care how she responds at all, he already knows people like this will learn nothing, but he is going to at least set the record straight.
Tamamo	'If she would just let me marry her...'     Tamamo gives Bowser an easily-misinterpreted troubled look. "Oh, dear." Maybe it's sympathy?     'I got these, to hang.'     Tamamo turns her attention, briefly, toward Petra's rat flags. "I see. That adequately represents you."     'I should shove you off one of these cliffs and hunt you down in one of Doctor Eggman's mechs while you drown.'     "Petra Soroka, would you kindly refrain from threats of violence for the occasion? There is absolutely no need for such vulgarity." There isn't any magic in Tamamo's words because there doesn't need to be. Though the previous remark was delivered neutrally, there's a clear note of disapproval by this point.
Eggman	Eggman's face genuinely lights up with a mix of professorly and parental pride at the banners presented. "Oh my goodness! My dear girl, those are *spectacular!* They will look magnificent hanging all over your castle, emblazoned on your mechanical designs, put upon your vehicles...absolutely stunning! Perfect." He says nothing about bullying Rufus because to be honest he just doesn't care that much.      Petra's excitement at both her rat banners and her desire to help Angela paint is just precious enough for Eggman's genuine pride to fade into more fond, fatherly affection. "No, no. You should do it. It's fine practice, my dear, fine practice for a budding roboticist. There's no worry if you make a mistake. Have fun, and enjoy yourselves, hm?"      "Well, yes. I suppose I *would* be insulted if *someone* didn't show up overeager and ready to shoot me," Eggman admits, "I *did* do that, didn't I."      "Please, do! I look forward to seeing your work, Mr. Genm." Eggman does a sweeping bow as he climbs out of his own car and heads towards the shore. "For my part I think I'm going to take a little *dip*, get the creative juices flowing with a good breast stroke." Eggman digs into his pocket.      With all the ceremony of a king placing a crown upon his head, Eggman stretches a diving cap atop his bald dome, pops it on, and goes into the water, where he proceeds to prove that, Oh, Right, He Is Actually An Olympic Athlete Despite Being A Giant Round Dude.
Lory Thumper	It is certainly a surprise when Eggman derides her with one breath and defends her with the next. She mmphs softly. Well...half-defends her. Rufus's apology is hardly an apology at all, and the crouching to be closer to her height is also kind of insulting. Like she's a kid or something. But, she just smiles lightly. Fake, sure, but it's a smile. "It's alright. I am sure you were brought up to treat females like dress-up dolls instead of people and were just never pushed to expand your mind. That's hardly your fault." she says. Then reaches up to pat Rufus on the head since he is still bent down. "There, there."      Lory listens to Petra with a light frown and her arms crossed. "That's right. I'm successful. Good of you to recognize it." she says, then smirks lightly at the answer to 'who even are you?' "Are...you sure you want to introduce yourself like that?" she asks, then adds, "And sure, try that pushing me off a cliff thing. Then, I'd have all the reason I'd need for a legal arrest. I could arrest you just for threatening to do that, but I'm feeling generous today. But, I'm not here for you. I didn't even know you would be here. I know my place. Sorry to disappoint you."      Lory's ears twitch at the warning about the beach on the northeast side and makes a note to herself. Does Lilian have something planned?      Lilian addresses her, and Lory shrugs lightly. "I didn't say you two couldn't handle it. You probably could. I have other reasons for being here besides a little extra support if you want or need it." The sudden 'beg pardon' in regards to the cute rabbit ear headband makes Lory pause though, eyes a bit wide. "Oh..uh...is that a stereotype? Ehehehe...sorry about that." she says.      Genm goes into a speech, and Lory's frown returns. He leaves, so there isn't much point in giving him the satisfaction of replying. She definitely looks pretty annoyed about that, though.
Lilian Rook	'Oh, now, Lilian, there are surely ways in which I can still improve.'     "Even if you never changed a single thing, I'd still love you the way you are now."     The way Lilian responds is perhaps inappropriately charged, but in a way that is difficult to define.     "For who you are now, and not who you might become. Okay?"     Breathing out, she catches Tamamo's glance towards the hot tub a little sheepishly. "It should be safe . . ." she says, misgivingly, about something prepared by Doctor Eggman, as if there were something more dangerous to compare it to. Trying to buouy her tone a little, she leans closer, and says "Who knows. Perhaps I should try kidnapping you myself?"     'Okay!'     Thank you Petra for being stupid and asking no questions.     'Oh, that's *her*?!'     "You're not good with voices, are you, Petra?"     'Besides the--'     "The crimes, yes." says Lilian. "I literally already arrested you once. Do you remember?"     'Ms. Soroka, would you kindly refrain from threats of violence for the occasion?'     Lilian is visibly trying not to laugh, hand over her mouth. It's hard to tell whether she thinks the mental image is funny, whether Tamamo scolding Petra is funny, or whether Petra is just inherently a funny kind of loser razor factory. "As for the Doctor . . ." Lilian turns to one of his goober robotic assistants, and hands over a separate folder within the first folder, thin as precisely one sheet of paper. "Make certain he gets this." she says, with misplaced absolute confidence.     By the time she does so-- wasn't there fifteen moai and not thirteen? They don't seem to care much about being painted. They're statues.     "I suppose, Tamamo, that we may as well eat dinner while we're here. I'm absolutely exhausted from all that-- organizing the town migration, and all. I don't want to travel and wait some more. I'm certain there's something to drink, too." Lilian sighs "Then perhaps I can have my blueprints submitted a day early, and we can take tomorrow off."
Bowser	Kammy IS very professional. She smells a little like bourbon. But you might if you had to wrangle the world's largest of cats. She takes a moment in front of Lilian to straighten up on her broom, wiping the sunscreen into her face, then pulling out an old knitted rag to whip her face. A toss on the ground, a wave of her wand, and the rag disappears. She coughs, like one clearing out dust from a long unused centerpiece that you must trot out in front of company you have a modicum of respect, or at least pragmatic polite wariness of. "Just Kammy, Dame Commander. Royal Magician and Retainer to Lord Bowser, if you wish." She waves a hand, "But you needn't bother." She sounds like she might attach 'deary' at the end, but is polite enough not to. Both leathery old crone hands settle on her broom. "We are a representative of the Concord, it is only fitting that we deliver a letter." She jerks a thumb as the roaming cacti that are made of various numbers of balls and unblinking unflinching smiling faces. "I'll just have one of those dunces do it anyways." Bowser shouts over at Kamen Rider, switching to green. He is painting a large Bowser face over several of the large forehead guy statues because this is what Bowser does. "SEE IF SHE HAS CHOCOLATE EGGS!"
Rufus Shinra	> "It's alright. I am sure you were brought up to treat females like dress-up dolls instead of people and were just never pushed to expand your mind. That's hardly your fault." By the end of next week, the illicit drug trade in Mammalopolis gets a million dollar boost in volume, and a corresponding increase in unregistered weapons flowing into the city. > "There, there." My mistake, it's actually three million.
Angela	Angela is given permission from Eggman, and also by society, AND Lilian and Petra to paint one of those giant Egg statues. At this point her right to paint a Moai statue might as well be ordained by God. Though, to be clear, if God--someone she doesn't even know--gave her permission she'd probably refuse to paint the statue out of spite. But regardless. Wondering who Darth Plagueis the Wise is (is it related to the Plague Doctor her facility recently picked up?), Angela doesn't ask Rufus in case it's a meme or something and she'll look silly for asking. Rufus always seems ready to prank, goof, and jape and she will not be party to any of it if she has her way. She automatically frowns a little at the term 'Mammalopolis' but doesn't comment on it with her words. Instead she studies the banners. Petra never goes halfway, she thinks fondly, smiling at the banners. It's less because of the creativity in the design so much as it's more about her general passion but she doesn't think they look bad either. Angela's only experience with cops is that they arrested her Agents and put them in a prison and it was Not Good. But fortunately it isn't too bad because the prisons there seem to be broken out of consistently enough that her Agents just sort of wandered back home when someone staged a prison break. For carrying weapons, she had thought, what a world. "...Oh? ARe they priceless and cultural?" She does not take back the offer to paint one. If anything, she probably is more interested in painting one now. "Well they are Eggman's culture now." She decides conveniently before looking to Petra. "That's alright. We can do it together It does not have to be perfect. I simply thought it would be enjoyable." She doesn't seem to be in a RUSH though since she doesn't hurry Petra along when she stops. ''I'd have all the reason I'd need for a legal arrest.'' "You know your place?" Angela asks Lory. "...If you did, you would be kneeling. You may rectify this now if you'd like." Just in general apparently.
Tamamo	'...the Legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise...'     "I wonder what world that legend could be from, that I have not heard of it." Tamamo's only really familiar with Earth's legends.     '...and not who you might become. Okay?     "Of course. Only... 'someone who strives toward heights not yet reached,' is this not 'who I am,' and yet, incompatible with perfection? Hm... perhaps I need reconsider 'what is perfect?'" As if considering a koan, but the way Tamamo takes advantage of her position to squeeze Lilian's waist has a less than monastic vibe.     Any consideration of Lilian and hot tubs that Tamamo has don't include the presence of supervillains -- inclusive of, but not limited to, artistic and architectural depictions of Eggman -- but she's nothing if not considerate of Lilian's exhausted state, and not one to openly snub something Eggman did in apparent consideration of the same.     "Perhaps 'kidnapping' is more of an advanced relationship activity. Leaping to such things is no good, but if the proper order is followed, it might be..." Oops, she can't be giving Lilian smoldering looks just now. They're not here on vacation.     Tamamo takes a moment to compose herself. "Dinner, first, is it? I would not at all mind, of course."
Lory Thumper	Lory and her fellow officers back home will have a lot more trouble to deal with now, it seems. Looks like double shifts for a while.      Lory raises an eyebrow at Angela. "And...who are you to decide that? If my place were to be kneeling, I would be kneeling." Angela is right about the statues being Eggman's culture now, which is why Lory hasn't said anything about them being painted despite the disapproving look she gives as she watches.      Lilian laughs at Tamamo's request to Petra, and Lory isn't really privy to the joke so she kind of looks confused. "W-what's..." she stammers, but doesn't finish the sentence.      To Bowser, "Kidnapping is definitely an advanced relationship activity, if it is one at all. Most people don't appreciate being kidnapped, whatever the reason for it." Of course, there is that certain princess. "...most people. And it's against the law in the vast majority of places." Lory emphasizes. Then adds, "...you know I'm a cop right?" She doesn't say why that's important. She figures she doesn't have to.      Lilian and Tamamo talk about dinner and hot tubs, and Lory can't help a light smile. "Have fun, you two." she says.
Bowser	"See! She gets it!" He points at Lory Thumper. "Look. I'll make it work." "...you know I'm a cop right?" Bowser isn't even mad. He just looks curious. "Yea? I hope you are doing a good job for the community."
Eggman	"Probably not," Orbot says dourly to Bowser as he packs the paper Lilian gave him away in Eggman's chair, locking it up safely, "Police officers are just thugs looking for an excuse to use their guns."      "Forsooth, 'tis so," Cubot, the square one, says, folding a hand over his robotic chest, "Nary an hour does pass, nary the sun rise nor the moon set, that a guard is not seeking just cause for their injust causation. It comes always swift and sudden, and thus, thou must expect it always, especially when they come bearing swords and smiles."      Orbot sighs. "One of these days a voice chip will actually stick."      "Mayhap," is all Cubot says.
Petra Soroka	"Or /GOD/ Kamen Rider Genm to those who don't deserve to call me by my proper name."     Petra holds her fist up to her mouth and quietly gasps like she's at the pet store watching the weirdest little cat do something silly behind the glass. The antics of GOD Kamen Rider Genm delight her to the point that she completely forgets that it's not common knowledge-- or even technically confirmed to her, she just internalized the fact when she heard it from a malding nerd on a livestream, which is about the least reliable source of information possible-- that he's also Kuroto Dan.     "Oh my god. Hey, GOD Kamen Rider Genm," She can't keep the smile off her face while she says it, but her fascination with the title somehow doesn't come across as mocking. Maybe it's worse that it comes across as thinking of him like a funny little animal. "I didn't expect to see you so soon. After you offered to help me with Quicknest, I mean. Glad I did, though, I feel like I hear about you way more often than I actually bump into you."     Genm chastizes a furry. Petra adds another positive mark to her opinion of him in her mind. Somehow, there aren't any negative ones. "Two two-day amusement park passes, travel and hotel included, for you and a friend."     "Huh-- weh?" Petra's attention is wholly transfixed by the sleight of hand, leaving her distracted with her guard down for the actual presence of Rufus up in her personal space. She automatically accepts the tickets, a bit bewildered, and nods. Her ability to go from comically overblown threats of violence to this state is unbelievable. "Oh. Um. Th-thanks...?"     "'A friend'...." Petra's eyes unfocus, mentally scrolling through pages of women and murmuring her thoughts out loud. "I spend a lot of time with Cinder... Rita...? Or...?" She furtively looks up from the tickets to look at Lilian with cautious sparkling hope. Furtive, of course, less because of the likely rejection (this is an island gifted to celebrate Petra's abuse of Lilian; scoring a date with her *while on* the island would be the heights of greed), but because Tamamo is here. "That's true. You have to let her."     Purely on reflex, Petra echoes. "That's true." "I see. That adequately represents you."     "Huh?" Petra's plaintive whine manages to convey both the fact that she's confused by Tamamo, and that she understands exactly what her intent is. She grabs the floating ratbot out of the air beside her, turning it to the side to compare with the graphic, as if it wasn't already clear. "But it's? The ratbot? I'm not...." "Petra Soroka, would you kindly refrain from threats of violence for the occasion?"     Petra's expression sinks a bit as she nods. Instantly, her brain is already reinterpreting her own feelings so that she can agree with Tamamo's opinion rather than just being forced to obey it. There really isn't any need to be threatening people. "Um. Yes ma'am. You're right. Sorry."
Petra Soroka	"I could arrest you just for threatening to do that, but I'm feeling generous today."     Petra squints at Lory disbelievingly, searching for some sign of a joke in her face. She'd huffed a bit at the smirk, but like Tamamo asked, she'd held back her absolute certainty that she *did* want to introduce herself like that, but now she honestly seems lost.     "I... am.... a supervillain. I... I'm the... unlawful ruler of a kingdom. I've done... like... half a dozen straight up terrorist attacks. What do you *mean* you could arrest me for threatening a cop? What are you talking about?"     Petra practically vibrates as Lory's words gradually unfurl their meaning in her mind, like she can't possibly comprehend them at the first pass. "You-- you're-- *generous*? I don't-- I don't understand, I don't even-- why are you t-talking like that? O-oh my god. You're serious?" Oh. She's holding back laughter. "...If you did, you would be kneeling. You may rectify this now if you'd like."     Petra's sighed-release of restraint at Angela's words comes out as a burst of laughter, and she presses the back of her hand into her mouth and shakes her head. "Wait, wait, wait, Angela. I love it, but-- but I have to get away from her or I'll end up disobeying Tamamo." "You're not good with voices, are you, Petra?"     "Er--" Petra stops to reflect on that for a few seconds, giving it the due diligence of the entire focus of her mind. She holds up a finger past one side of her head, drawing a line through to the other, silently gesticulating 'passing in one ear and out the other' before actually saying anything. "Not for most people? Only when they actually say something notable. I don't remember everything anyone's ever said to me." It's unclear whether she's echoing something Lilian said to her a long time ago on purpose or not. "I literally already arrested you once. Do you remember?"     "I, um, remember, but...." Petra's gut-feeling confusion came from the absolute gall of someone thinking they could arrest her without a proper emotional arc leading up to it. She doesn't quite know how to convert that into words without sounding like the biggest loser alive, so she just trails off.     Then, after a faux-embarrassed shake of her head when Eggman puts on his goofy dive cap and departs, Petra also scurries away to get into one of the mechs and hook Angela up to it, spending a few minutes uncomfortably crammed in the cockpit while tinkering with the Eggpack and the control panel. Uncomfortable, but not unhappy, apparently, since she hums to herself while levitating morphmetal tools around herself in a halo.
Angela	''And...who are you to decide that? If my place were to be kneling, I would be kneeling'' "Why else would you have brought handcuffs here..." Angela asks, as if the idea that she'd be using them to arrest anyone here to be the furthest thing from her mind. "If not to wear them?" She looks towards Cubot. "...Are you...imitating stanley?" She asks, with genuine concern. ''Or /GOD/ Kamen Rider GEnm to those who don't deserve to call me by my proper name.'' Angela frowns. "I thought that was an official title, Kamen Rider Genm." But otherwise she doesn't stop him from chastizing Lory.
Rufus Shinra	> "Oh. Um. Th-thanks...?" You see, it's a game. Rufus loses the game if he crosses a line. Petra loses the game if she kills Rufus before he crosses that line. Occasionally, one needs to do something unexpected to keep the board state fresh and uncertain. --- It's said that once, a monk was able to engrave the entire Lord's Prayer on a single grain of rice. Rufus had always been a bit fascinated by that, and had even gone to see for himself once, and was disappointed to find out it didn't taste any different than normal rice. Writing the entire Darth Plagueis meme on a giant statue isn't nearly as impressive as a feat, but the difficulty does get bumped up by using a giant wax crayon writing invisible letters and doing it all using mecha controls. The result, readable only when Rufus finally puts down the giant crayon and goes to dip his object d' art in the paint, turns out to only be visible for the first few lines before Rufus accidentally didn't drop down the next new line far enough and started overwriting what he'd written, resulting in an unreadable mess. Oh well.
Bowser	Bowser's eyebrows hike up as he looks at Orbot. "What?! Police officers are patient. I mean, yea, I'll punch one down if they get in my way, and they are basically useless, but come on. I'm a King, what's she gonna do?"
Angela	"Not kneel apparently." Angela says to Bowser before turning her attention to Petra and nodding, "Understood. You should obey Tamamo's requests." She doesn't know about the compulsion, of course, but she thinks that if Petra obeys Tamamo enough maybe it'll repair their relationship which is something she's rooting for, it's true!
Eggman	"Nay, fair lady; 'tis but my curse. My tongue, it speaks strange; today, English, tomorrow, mayhap another. Language flows like honeyed wine - easy come, and easy go." Cubot lowers his head towards Angela. "'tis impossible to lift."      Orbot translates, "His voice chip burns out a lot. We don't know why. Eg-...the Doctor just sticks a new one in whenever it happens. I think he thinks it's kind of funny."      "Aye, I hath grown accustomed," Cubot says, "And the Physician need not extend his goodly hand 'pon my account."
Lilian Rook	'I'll just have one of those dunces do it anyways.'     Lilian's frown is perhaps understandable. "Not to disparage your effort, but I really must sure that this is delivered reliably." Despite deliberating on it a little longer, after shifting her weight back and forth a few times, Lilian evidently decides that Kammy must be more than competent, if she's able to keep up with Bowser on her own.     With obvious reluctance, she retrieves from her bag a simple little box of lacquered wood, tied shut with a simple band of silk cloth, and hands it over without fanfare. "Preferably, you'd be able to deliver it to her in comfortable, private surroundings." Lilian says, in a way that sounds so much less concerned than every other line so far. "Perhaps I should get you something to drink too."     '...Oh? ARe they priceless and cultural?'     "If you believe in that sort of thing, then yes." Lilian says. "Of course, as Multiverses are, there are far more of them than there once were, but still a finite quantity. You may as well consider the pleasure of decorating them 'forbidden'. It certainly wasn't difficult to secure even this one."     'I wonder what world that legend could be from, that I have not heard of it.'     "Perhaps I'll look it up." Lilian says, noncommitally, either having never seen the prequels, not remembering, or being unwilling to opine. It'd be easy to assume the latter, if you forget that those damn things are nearing a hundred years old by her timeframe now. Pointing out her pop cultural ignorance menaces with being called a boomer.     'Only... 'someone who strives toward heights not yet reached,' is this not 'who I am,' and yet, incompatible with perfection?'     The smile Lilian wears is something like relieved-fond. "Of course, what you might be a year-- even months from now, is unbelievably exciting. You'd be very different, without that desire in you." she says. "It's only that, even if you somehow stumbled so badly that you failed to take a single step along that road, I'd still want to be with you. So you're perfect as you are, and you're still getting better." Surely Tamamo's cheek isn't overly trouble by her leaning in when she glances at the pool and leaves it open to subterfuge. "French?" The . . . The restaurant, right? That's right there.     'But just Genm will suffice. Or /GOD/ Kamen Rider Genm to those who don't deserve to call me by my proper name.'     "A pleasure to meet you then, Genm." Lilian says, without missing a beat. "I think I'd rather like to see what your genius constitutes. Seeing as this is all taken care of anyways, Doctor Eggman's colleagues may as well make it interesting for me to watch, even if it must be in a morbid sort of way." She barely flicks her eyes between him and Lory. "Trying to refute and turn back accusations on people like that just shows you're taking them too seriously. As a word of advice, to a Kamen Rider, and I suppose a 'god', the further you get from 'I'm not the one', 'I was merely', or 'I pointed out', the better you're doing." she says. "Passing grade, though."     Cubot and Orbot are just funny enough for her to forget about the rest of the context here. Lilian can feel reasonably pleasant about taking the tablet back to sign her name as well and confirm the document, and leaving a single laminated printer glossy in their care.     It's . . . a map of the island? An aerial shot. Heavily annotated in Lilian's penmanship. There are circled regions of the island all over, including the beach, various dotted lines winding around it, numbered diagrams from place to place, and an addendum of tiny notes all over the reverse side. The beach she warned Petra away is especially double underlined with four exclamation marks.
Lilian Rook	'O-oh my god. You're serious?'     "They're always quite serious, Petra. Weren't you, back then?"     'Not for most people? Only when they actually say something notable.'     Lilian watches Petra sort through her thoughts with an unusually intense look of curiosity. "How very interesting. I'll be certain to consider that on your behalf in the future." says the woman no one has told is absolutely atrocious with faces.     'I, um, remember, but....'     "It's difficult to imagine, isn't it? That it could ever be anyone else. That they'd even try, much less succeed." says Lilian. "It's fine. We all know I'm a special case. I do and others react."     'Why else would you have brought handcuffs here... If not to wear them?'     "Oh. That's a good point." Lilian says, turning her back on the handoff. "Officer, if you aren't using those handcuffs, I'll find a use for them." says Lilian, holding out her hand as if she expects to catch something.
Bowser	Kammy hrms, looking up at Lilian. She finally snorts, and then starts cackling a merry but decidedly old witchy cackle. "You ask nicely AND offer a drink?" She takes up the box, stuffing it carefully into her robe where it disappears. "I'll see that this gets delivered, Dame Commander. I'm sure you have PLENTY of your own work to do." She casts a glance over at Lory, making herself quite obvious of doing it.
Lory Thumper	"A bit of a hypocritical take, isn't it?" Lory says to Orbot and Cubot. "Considering who your boss is? I personally would be quite happy if I didn't need weapons and armor at all because people were able to remain peaceful and civil on their own."      'I... am.... a supervillain. I... I'm the... unlawful ruler of a kingdom. I've done... like... half a dozen straight up terrorist attacks. What do you *mean* you could arrest me for threatening a cop? What are you talking about?'      Lory just shakes her head as Petra holds back laughter. "You just admitted to being a supervillain, an unlawful ruler, and a terrorist. I guess I have plenty of other reasons I could arrest you now. So yes, I'm being generous - not to mention respectful of those around us - by not arresting you."      'Why else would you have brought handcuffs here...If not to wear them?'      That actually gets Lory's foot to start thumping and her ears to splay. "Well, I guess I thought they'd be the perfect accessory for any of you on the other side of the table." She pulls a set out. "Would you and your carrier like to try them on? I'm sure they'd fit perfectly and go quite well with your...charming demeanors."      Lilian says that's a good point, and offers finding a use for the cuffs. Lory peers suspiciously. "If you use them on me, I'm filing a report." she says, then tosses them. She has another set if she actually needs them. She also catches the glance from Kammy, but has been distracted from the the conversation Lilian and Kammy have been having so isn't sure what to make of it.
Petra Soroka	"It's difficult to imagine, isn't it? That it could ever be anyone else."     Lilian gets it, even without Petra saying it. She nods. "Officer, if you aren't using those handcuffs, I'll find a use for them."     Lilian gets it, even without Petra saying it. She nods.
Eggman	"Doctor Eggman has never killed anybody," Orbot points out dutifully to Lory, with the kind of tone that sounds like he's more Obligated to do so than Interested in doing so. "It's kind of important to him."      "And the Physician does not need pretense to act," Cubot says helpfully, with a much more enthusiastic tone, "He knows his wrongs and acts upon them wrongfully, ne'er seeking excuse to wreak havoc!"      Orbot translates, again, dourly, "He said the Doctor just does what he wants and doesn't dress it up with 'law' or 'being generous by holding back.'"
Angela	Angela definitely didn't expect Lory to kneel--it would have been a nice surprise--but she wasn't expecting Lilian to ask for them either She also wasn't expecting to be threatenef woth handcuffs while a backpack. Where would you clasp them? Around the straps? Angela is distracted by this for a long moment before saying, "Ah, yes, the painting." And will likely find a way to preoccupy herself with that eventually.
Kuroto Dan	"Trying to refute and turn back accusations on people like that just shows you're taking them too seriously."     "I do not care. The words she uttered could have been said by an ant and I would have responded the same. To imply I'd settle to align myself with bottom barrel crooks is a sin I can't overlook. Though, you're right. Perhaps a certain two word statement would have sufficed instead. Anyway, look forward to seeing one percent of my creative power!"      Genm look over at Lilian for a brief moment to respond to her, before he simply adjusts his sun visor and begins climbing up the mech.      "I didn't expect to see you so soon. After you offered to help me with Quicknest, I mean."      Kamen Rider Genm, currently climbing into the painter mech, suddenly halts all movement. There's a noticeable change in demeanor and his general vibe as he turns his head at what seems like a glacial rate to look at her.      What did she mean by this? Does she know? How does she know? Xion? Unlikely. Tachibana and her talentless hack of a friend? Not a chance. Did she figure it out herself- No, that's even more unlikely. It could only be Sougo, right? Or maybe... Woz??? It has to be Woz. Were he not preoccupied, he would march on over this instant to rip the pages of his book and shove them down his punchable mouth...      But he can't. He can't be certain that she actually knows, and if he leaves now that just completely outs himself... For any other person, this situation would be a checkmate, but for Kuroto Dan, there's always an out.      "Hmmm? You're... That Minun, correct? You seem to be mistaken. I've never heard of a Quicknest."      Genm's voice is cold and emotionless, the kind of tone one uses to do a PR apology video made to reaffirm investors. It's completely soulless, but in it soullessness, it also lacks any hiccups or stuttering expected from someone who's been caught.      With his identity protected through his sheer genius and quick thinking, Kamen Rider Genm climbs within the mech, to be completely hidden and out of sight to avoid further questioning.
Tamamo	"One cannot acquire culture through a wager," Tamamo says, without specifying with whom she's targeting the disagreement.     'You may as well consider the pleasure of decorating them 'forbidden'.'     Mildly, "Some do seek out anything that contains such a flavor."     She tries reading the legend of Darth Plagueis, but it ends up becoming an unreadable mess, causing her to soon give up on it. Perhaps some other time she'll find out if they were really wise.     'French?'     "Whatever you wish, would be my pleasure. Of course, you know I enjoy trying things that are new, but there are many things that need not be, to be enjoyed again and again." The food? She must mean the food. Anyone with hunger in their eyes and teeth that glint like that must be talking about food. Obviously.     She's trying to keep out of mind Petra's admission that she can only avoid threats of violence in the midst of a perfectly civil* conversation by running away from it.
Lilian Rook	'He said the Doctor just does what--'     Lilian habitually glances.     '--he--'     She ostensibly loses interest for some reason, resetting back to neutral.     After a brief negotiation, Lilian organizes a crate of Jagermeister to be delivered to Kammy on her smart device later, and shares a particularly sympathetic glance with the sensible old woman who is so bizarrely grateful for a shred of consideration. Please God make the Concord's little goobers less sympathetic. It's constant.     'A bit of a hypocritical take, isn't it?'     Lilian silently gestures towards Genm and shrugs.     'You just admitted to being a supervillain, an unlawful ruler, and a terrorist. I guess I have plenty of other reasons I could arrest you now.'     "So do it. Go on."     Lilian means it. Despite being so fastidiously on Petra's side all the time, who treats her with near-slavish loyalty, she really, genuinely means it, and anyone can tell.     "You showed up ready to fight. You spoke at length about why. You've said several times now that Petra should be arrested and why. She's even agreed with you. So do it."     Her tone doesn't waver a bit. It's the most raw and smoulderingly honest she's ben all day. It's as if the appreciation of Petra, and the insistence that Lory hold Petra accountable, are totally mutually compatible.     "If you have that authority invested in you, and that power that you're proud enough to talk about, then don't just bend that responsibility it when it's convenient. If you 'could' and 'should', then why aren't you? Don't use me as an excuse. I'm telling you to do it."     Her tone returns to normal when she catches the cuffs.     'Whatever you wish, would be my pleasure. Of course, you know I enjoy trying things that are new, but there are many things that need not be, to be enjoyed again and again.'     Despite her advanced battered condition, Lilian goes about spinning the cuffs around one finger with slightly too much precision and ease. "I'm glad you have spares, seeing as I'm not giving these back."
Petra Soroka	"So yes, I'm being generous - not to mention respectful of those around us - by not arresting you."     Petra can be heard muttering to herself while walking away, repeating a mantra to restrain herself from turning around and retorting "I'm being respectful, I'm being *so* respectful. I'm being so brave. I can be good. I won't threaten her. I won't make fun of her. I won't even laugh, because I'm so respectful." "I do not care. The words she uttered could have been said by an ant and I would have responded the same." "Perhaps a certain two word statement would have sufficed instead."     "If you met a talking ant... you'd tell it to kill itself? You'd argue with a talking ant?" Petra's tone is approaching something akin to awe. She sounds like she's filled with wonder upon meeting a master at her craft, seeing the heights to which she could eventually aspire. "Hmmm? You're... That Minun, correct? You seem to be mistaken. I've never heard of a Quicknest."     Petra furrows her brow, suddenly cast into doubt. About something unintended entirely. "... Were you there? Sorry, I don't remember which Pokemon you were? I'm surprised that you didn't hear the name though, I guess I must not have mentioned it, but I thought that Doctor Eggman would've announced something. Maybe it was too small to bother."     Since he didn't directly say so, Petra didn't even pick up on the fact that Genm was trying to deny his connection to Kuroto Dan. She assumes he was just responding to her comment that they rarely ever meet in person.
Lory Thumper	Lory seems skeptical at Orbot's assertion. "I don't need pretense to act, either. I act when it is needed, and not before. As for him not killing anyone...maybe not directly, but what happens to those who get stuck in those robots of his? I think I heard something about them being turned into lifeless goo?"      Lory's ears perk and she gets the most confused look as Lilian says to do it. "...why don't I? Because that is not why you came here, and you are the leader on this mission. But if you are so insistent then fine, I will. But before I do, I have a question for you." She locks a look on Lilian. "Why don't you, Dame Commander? Why haven't you? Aren't you also a Paladin and a knight to boot? You deal with her all the time, and you just put up with everything she does? Why?"      Lory pulls her second set of cuffs, then heads off after Petra. One thing about the bunny cop. She keeps her word, and she doesn't back down from a challenge.      Even if it might kill her.
Eggman	Orbot, again with a dutiful tone that implies that he really doesn't want to argue in Eggman's favor but is programmed to do so anyway, says, "Petra's wrong about that. Robotomy isn't lethal at all. That'd be stupid. It'd be more efficient to just make batteries if you needed to replace the organic inside the robot."      "That, or she was just saying it to mess with Squirrelprick," Orbot does not know Aidan's name.
Petra Soroka	"I think I heard something about them being turned into lifeless goo?"     "Huh? Did you overhear that?" Petra doesn't remember when she said it, because, as she explains after a gesture to Orbot, "That was a lie. I lied to make him feel worse about being a failure." "You deal with her all the time, and you just put up with everything she does? Why?"     "Get off Lilian's fucking case. Or--" That was close! Petra nearly died, if she hadn't cut herself off. Her head pokes up out of the painter mech with Angela finally secured into the pilot seat, hooked up to be able to control the pedals as well as manipulate the levers with the Eggpack's arms. She glares down at Lory, the pure morphmetal wrench in her hand melting and smoothing into the shape of a knife, then a sickle, without Petra paying any conscious attention to it.     "Lilian's not responsible for taking care of *every single thing* that comes up. Do something on your own for once. She's literally wounded, look at her. Wounded *because* of doing so much work for everyone else. Don't you dare try to make *more* demands from her."     "And stop trying to make *her* take responsibility for the things *I* do." Petra huffs in irritation, turning away to uncap her morphmetal FullBottle. All the various tools she'd been using float up into the air and soften into a gleaming silver mass that stretches out and starts to pour into the bottle, before Petra notices that Lory's actually stomping over to her with handcuffs.     "You're-- you're actually...? Are you actually retarded?" Petra stares dumbfounded at Lory, before glancing up to the Egg Carrier above her, the ocean to every side, to Angela in the seat of the mech. The look she gives Angela is less 'requesting help' and more 'are you seeing this? The fucking nerve'. She could even, theoretically, demand that Rufus protect her, though he doesn't come to mind.     "What's your... endgame, here? Are you going to walk me fifteen minutes back to the warpgate and toss me in the back of a police car? Are you actually, for real, mentally deficient? Last time I got arrested there were, like, eight Paladins and two dozen Immunes." Effectively all of that force was made necessary by the Kana, which she doesn't have anymore. But still. "A single fucking rodent who gets off on flashing her badge and strutting around talking about how 'generous' she's being for not unleashing the fucking beast and arresting all of us right this instant can't even touch me."     Petra makes a deeply Lilian-affected sigh, disappointed and world-weary. "But you'll insist on following me around and bugging me anyways, right? Sorry Ange, I'll catch up with you later. Have fun, see you soon."     Petra flips the Silver FullBottle up in the air, collecting the amorphous blob of morphmetal all in one go, then slams it into her transteam gun. She hops out of the mech with another sigh while the hatch closes behind her, transformation device spilling black-glittering smoke on the way down.