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Whodunnit?

It was time to get a little more organized, share some information with each other. She had a talk with that bigface kid, Jaime, to see if he could do anything to shield them from Stacy's prying eyes and he said he had a few ideas, so a meeting place was chosen, and it was time to gather.

Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.

"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."

Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.

[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]

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"After the Tim Burton movies, they had the ones with Val Kilmer and George Clooney as Batman, and Chris O'Donnell as Robin, and Alicia Silverstone as Batgirl, and they sculpted the suits really weird and actually put, like, sculpted nips on 'em. Those were some baaaad movies. They had Arnold Schwarzenegger as Mr. Freeze."

"...There are movies." Tim couldn't even bring himself to make it a question. It seemed so unreal. "And they couldn't find anyone better to play Batman, Robin, and Batgirl than them? Really?" He was shocked. "Okay, neither Batgirl was blonde, and the only blonde Robin was a girl. Unless there's something about Chris O'Donnell I don't know."

"Are you, perhaps, from the Twilight Zone? Because that's the only place such movies could--and should exist. In a land of the different, the bizarre, and the unexplainable. I mean, George Clooney is likeable. Smarmy, but likeable. You can't have someone likeable that plays Bats. It'd have to be someone utterly incapable of smiling without straining something."

He waves a hand slightly. "The best actor," he goes on, "would probably be found in an ad about constipation medicine..."

Sam stood with his mouth hanging open in bewilderment, amazed at how suddenly the conversation had shifted from assassin angels to nipple-suits and blonde hair to ExLax. He looked over at the captain and nodded in the direction of Leela and Boy Wonder. “And you’re worried about me walkin’ around by myself?”

Wednesday breaks into a long, low chuckle at the momentary topic of conversation–it's almost a snicker, really–finally trailing off with a hiss of breath. "I've never had very much to do with machines, but I think I could manage some–nontraditional ways of tricking the things here. If you'd be willing to trust me and not ask too many questions about it."

Cybil facepalmed at Sam's comment.

Nipple suits. God.

To Wednesday, she said, "Duly noted. If it gets us home and doesn't hurt anyone, no questions asked."

She clapped her hands.

"Okay, enough with the movie talk people. Any other high-caliber hackers? Show hands."

"I have yet to attempt to 'hack' the CIA databases, but I doubt that I would find it difficult to do, Officer Cybil," Ax said, managing not to call her 'Prince' in front of the assembled crew. Lyta was the only one he knew that he could trust, after all. "I would be more than happy to assist in gathering information. Thur, thuring. Ing."

Tony'd keep his opinion on giant rubber suits with nipples to himself, though he was having a hard time keeping the grin off his face. He'd rather attempt to focus.

"I've designed a firewall or two." Tony admitted. "Usually I'm more concerned with keeping people out of my business." These kids seemed bright enough, though he was beginning to wonder if this Ax boy was some sort of idiot savant.

~~At least they could be sure about the idiot part?~~

"That's three. good. If the hacking results in violations, they can be spread around."

She looked around at the assembled group.

"Unless there's anything else, this is what we're going to do--I don't think we can catch whatever shadow things are flitting around, but the sooner we're off this damn thing, the sooner we can stop worrying about them. If you see them, ONLY attempt to apprehend if you have enough firepower in your group. Otherwise, do NOT engage. Right now, after Jaime lets the shield down, we're going to be looking for a promising console and try to help fend off the tentacles so the hackers don't get grabbed away if Stacy gets frisky. Although I do want a group to break off and look for Hudson. He's the only one not here, and I don't like he's been wandering off alone and that I haven't seen him in hours--unless somebody else here saw hi--"

Elsewhere in the city there is gunfire--apparently Stacy finally let him have his gun.

For all the good it'll do him.

"Oh God, this isn't happening! This isn't happening! FUUUUUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

"Did you hear that?" Christofel comments absently, glancing off in the direction the gunfire came from.

Her gun was out instantly.

"Jaime, shield down! Bri, watch the rear! Eyes and ears open, make sure nothing tries to jump out at us from the buildings. Weapons out, powers on: move!"

Once the field came down and everyone--with weapons drawn--began to slowly move in the direction of the shots, Lyta meandered her way through the crowd and, spotting Ax, she walked over to join him.

"Stay close," she said rather protectively.

Granted, in his true form he appeared to be more than capable of taking care of himself but he wasn't in his natural form. And since he'd made it clear to her that he wanted to keep his true form a secret for the time being, until he was comfortable with his own safety, he was stuck in the body of a teenage boy. A teenage boy that appeared to have little to no way of defending himself.

The scimitar Wednesday's managed to–appropriate–flashes from its sheath in only the first few moments after gunshot, though he doesn't seem particularly eager to position himself at the front of the crowd. Still, his body language is supremely self-assured about the situation.

Not that idiot again.

Jono had been paying attention to everything that was being said and taking interested note in the fact that there was another telepath. He just didn't have anything to add because he hadn't run into anything yet. Unless somebody wanted to know about the sad state of the music systems in the library. Somehow, he didn't think that was what the good Captain had in mind.

When she said to move out, though, he pulled the top of his outfit down, exposing the psionic flame that resided beneath it. He moves to the front, mostly so that there's nobody between him and whatever needs to be blasted.

"I will," Ax said to Lyta, nodding. In thought-speak, he added < I will demorph if necessary. I trust I will have your assistance in preventing Controllers from killing me. >

Demorphing in front of potential Controllers was not his first choice, but it was certainly preferable to death. As long as he wasn't infested, the Animorphs' identity as humans was still safe, even if he revealed his own morphing ability.

As he followed the rest of the group, he kept an eye out for something he could potentially use as a weapon.

Toxin twitched the suit's tendrils uneasily at the sight of Jono's psionic flame-it might not be normal flame, but it looked close enough to make him edgy.

"Settle down," Pat muttered, sniffing at the air as he moved with the rest of the group, trying to see if whatever was warranting the yelling and gunfire had a familiar scent-and trying to make sure that nothing else could sneak up on the group.

With his gripped firmly in his hand, Sam edged his way through the crowd--which continued moving almost in unison in the direction the shots had come from--and made his way to the captain's side.

"It's gonna take us forever to find him like this," he muttered. "I think we need to send out some people to scout things out."

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