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[boobwindow]

[ The ID on the Network appears as Power Girl.

As the audio begins, anyone with a good ear or paying close attention will notice there isn’t complete radio silence between the time the feed turns on and when a woman begins speaking. There’s a passing wind that lightly filters in through the speaker – and are those wings flapping in the distance? ]

Okay, I get it; Lachesis does not appreciate a hands on approach. Does she really call herself that? I guess she doesn’t get memos, but I thought I washed my hands of this alternate universe mess a while ago and I’m seriously not interested in being apart of it.

The City... that’s original. [ A light scoff. ] Should have stuck with New York.

If anyone from the JSA or the League is—oh. One second. [ The audio cuts for about five minutes before it’s switched back on and Peej sighs. ] That was a close call.

Sorry, as I was saying: All-stars or JSA, Leaguers, Titans, heck even Legionnaires ... this is Power Girl. I think I’ve gotten the gist of the situation, but if there’s anything else I need to be briefed on get in contact with me ASAP.

[ Not that her voice will betray how she really feels, but she really hopes she’s not stuck in another alternate universe by herself again. ]

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[boobwindow]

I've... noticed. [ Helena... ] Lachesis is keen on our stay.

[not_really_charlie]

You'd think they'd get tired of heroes.

[boobwindow]

Ouch. Any reason you think that?

[not_really_charlie]

There's how many of us here, exactly?

[boobwindow]

Possibly two hundred, according the mayor. But not all are in the heroing business apparently.

[waiting]

Hey, I used to work with a guy called the Great Machine, so I'm not exactly an expert on superhero names.

[boobwindow]

Then keep the wisecracking to yourself, buddy.

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[retropolis]

[ He shakes his head slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a finger as he mulls over what he knows. ]

No one knows. People have tried to figure it out, I do believe, but it doesn't seem to have panned out for anyone. [ He sighs a little mildly at the fact. ] All bets are off where powers are concerned, it seems. Those two and er, many more. I know a woman who's entirely invulnerable and a man who's able to shut other abilities... off.

[ Then, a nod and a slightly solemn, uncomfortable expression. ]

Precisely. I can't tell you much about them... I don't know most of the history, myself. But someone will be able to.

[waiting]

Yes ma'am.

oh wait perma...video...

[boobwindow]

Like a superhuman lottery. That's just great. Any psycho who winds up here can have pyrokinesis or invisibility or whatever.

I've got a bit of reading to do on them, but thanks.

[ She's still eyeing him closely. ]

You look sort of... like someone from home. Maybe it's the hair.

[boobwindow]

Good.

So, what do you do here, Rick? Doing what the crazy A.I. says or otherwise?

[waiting]

I'm head of security for City Hall. I try not to do what the crazy A.I. says if I can help it, but sometimes I don't really get a choice.

[retropolis]

Unfortunately. I-it's entirely random, apparently, so there's no way to gauge what to expect. I've been wanting to compile a sort of general directory for this sort of thing, though... I haven't get gotten around to putting anything together.

[ He raises his eyebrows again and touches his hair. ]

Do I? Uh -- not someone that you dislike, I hope.

[enigmaestro]

Cute. [His tone is still dry.] You'll find that plenty here do commit to the idea of unlawful justice, however. It is a concern of ours.

[acrossyourpath]

So I've heard. Only ever been a casual fan anyway.

Felicia Hardy. Not a cape, for what it's worth, though you're not in the minority around here. Just a friendly bystander.

[not_really_charlie]

So she just keeps pulling more?

Whoever programmed her needs a talking.

[boobwindow]

[ She kind of loathes to ask the Riddler of all people, but she can speak to Mitch in private later. ]

Lachesis isn't a very good judge of character, hrm? [ She still doesn't trust that machine. ] What's the exact problem?

[boobwindow]

It must be the way her systems are set to run. [ If there's a pattern to it, she'll be looking into it. ] A serious talking, really.

[not_really_charlie]

...If she ever connected to the wifi, maybe...

[boobwindow]

No databases set up? [ He certainly looks old school, so that could explain it.

And Peej actually laughs. ]

A teammate of mine, actually. Green Lantern ring a bell?

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[boobwindow]

Thanks Misfit. I'll be in touch.

[boobwindow]

Are there women who watch that junk? I always figured it was for five year old boys and macho obsessed men.

You've got my name, so it's nice to meet you Felicia. Despite... [ A pause. ] The circumstances.

[boobwindow]

[ She sighs, exasperated. ]

For once it would be nice if the sentient machine wasn't stirring up trouble.

[not_really_charlie]

Maybe I could shut down her power system. Or short circuit her. [Which of course could make things even worse.]

[boobwindow]

It would stop her from bringing people in, but my question is: how do we get out? [ It then occurs to her Lachesis may be the only ticket out of this world. ] It might be too risky, especially if she starts electrocuting people who get too close.