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Raya returned the kiss with a lazy smile. "Good mornin'," she said softly. "An' thanks. Yeah, this floor doesn't have the pool or the gym but it's pretty good," she said. She accepted Moira into her space and wrapped an arm around her, then laid her head on top of the demigoddess' own. She kept watching the TV, but she was still listening to Moira all the same. "I didn't forget about the tour, just uh... I ordered breakfast and coffee's brewing... And..." she paused to yawn. "I gotta take a shower and stuff..." On the TV, Avatar flickered on the screen. One of the later seasons, when they were in the Fire Nation undercover. The heroes were watching a play about themselves. Raya's eyes flicked over to Moira. "We were up pretty late last night. I wasn't expecting you to be up, yet."

Raya's apartment, Emerald City, Oregon September 30, 2019 Morning Groggily, Raya opened her eyes to find herself staring up at her ceiling. There was a slight throbbing in her temples, and her mouth was dry and tasted like salt and alcohol. Shifting, she felt a presence next to her, and turned to see a slumbering face next to her. A smile crept over Raya's lips, but it faded following a sharp spear of a headache running through her skull. Sighing, she sat up, and saw three empty bottles of champagne sitting next to a bucket full of water and some rapidly disappearing ice cubes. "Ah, man... Those are like a thousand bucks each..." After giving herself a moment to chastise herself, she rose from bed and went over to her drawer. Looking in mirror atop it, she saw her hair had gotten wild and her eyes were slightly red. She shrugged, and pulled on some stretch pants and a Compass Rose sweater that dropped down off her left shoulder. She wandered into her vast living room, taking a look at the Emerald City skyline from her windows, before flopping down on her leather couch in front of her coffee table, and more importantly, her 150 inch TV. Her setup was impressive in the living room, art pieces and trophies from adventures hanging on the walls. A Brazilian flag sat between two abstract pieced, a little reminder of her heritage. "Hey, SmartHome... Start morning routine, and place an order for two fiesta breakfasts for room service," she croaked, rubbing at her eyes. She saw a small flash of light from a device on her coffee table, and it chirped "Alright. Done." Raya heard the hiss of her percolator coming to life, and sank deeper into her seat. Flipping on the TV, she called up Netflix and began to watch her 'toons as she waited for her new companion to wake up.

The Meta-Naut The Meta-Naut heard Justice call her name, and an involuntary grin crossed her face. Hey, she was being recognized. And by a hero she herself recognized. That had to mean something, didn't it? Earned her a whole lot of coolness cred, at the very least. What was not earning anyone any coolness cred, however, was the guy presently shooting at her. She looked at the motorbike currently held by her tractor beam, then the biker. She narrowed her eyes, and with full force chucked it into his side. "Bite me, dude," she said sourly. Then she heard the fire ricocheting off of Justice and did a bit of a double-take when saw the hero was still looking at her. "Uh, Justice, honey, might want to focus on the goons. Don't want to have to call you an ambulance after this is done!"

The Meta-Naut Raya grinned at Moira, nodding. "I can think of a sleeping spot that can be arranged," she said. "Yeah. I think I'd love to give you the grand tour." Just then, some police officers arrived, looking over the damage. Their uniforms were brighter in colour, and none of them seemed to be carrying guns. They chatted with the maitre d', and then, after he directed them to the two women, walked over to the two heroes. "I understand we have you two to thank for busting these two," said the one on the right, a middle-aged woman. "I'm sure the chief would love to thank you in person." Raya smirked. "Normally, I would love to, but tonight is date night and we really got to be going," she said, looking over to grin at Moira, before letting out a small giggle. "Anyway, it was nothing. Civic duty and all that. I trust we can go?" The cops looked between each other. "Could we even really stop you if we said no?" Raya giggled again. "No, not really. Thank you, officers," she said as she took Moira by the hand. From there, she lead the woman down to the parking garage, where they could head back to their own dimension.

The guy who just shot her is about to get hit with his own bike. The Meta-Naut does not like being shot at. 17! If that hits, it's a DC 21 Toughness save.

The Meta-Naut Raya looked over the shattered door and fallen villains, and nodded to Moira. However, despite their victory, there was a sense of glumness to the whole thing. Even as the people in the restaurant applauded, she couldn't help but feel robbed of what was going to be a fun night for her. "Yeah..." she said, hearing the sirens grow louder in the distance. Walking over to Moira with her hands in her pockets, Raya took another look down at Killa Gorilla and resisted an urge to kick his unconscious body. She sighed, craning her head upward to look at the ceiling lights, and ran her fingers through her hair "Private jet. I have a private jet. I could take you back to our home dimension and then fly you out to my apartment in the ECs. I have a pool and champagne and... Security. So no villains messing everything up."

First toughness save is a 20. Okay, so, bruised. Second is a 9 but it should be an 8 since I forgot to change it around. Anyway, he's unconscious.

Freedom City Exposition Center October 19, 2019 12:00 PM "Compass Rose International Tech Expo: Tickets $25, students and heroes enter free. Open Saturday, October19 12 PM to 4 PM, Sunday 2 to 6 PM." Compass Rose International. One of the few companies on the bleeding edge of space tech, attempting to fill a gap that had begun to form in the early days of the new millenium and had only grown over two decades. Spurred on by renewed interest in the ideas of space colonization and exploration, the company had carved out a healthy niche for itself in a fairly short amount of time. It had come to Freedom City for a few reasons. The first was the fact that, not so secretly, the company had been seeking to expand its operations to Freedom City and was hoping to make a good impression. There was also the fact that Freedom City had a fairly sizable meta-human population, and hiring one of those would be a real boon if they had the right power set. The convention centre floor was bedecked in multiple exhibits, ranging from rocketry dioramas to model Mars habitats. There were also little recruiting stations proclaiming "work for Compass Rose!", complete with contact details and resume drop-off zones. At the front of the hall was a stage, a lone podium sitting in the centre and flanked by chairs on either side. Raya wells sighed, dressed in a black pants-suit with a white halter top underneath. It was a far cry from her usual style, but she had been told to tone it down. The only real personal flourish she had was a purple cap with a flat brim and a pair of ray bans. Next to her was Compass Rose's communications director, Sam Rio, an older man dressed in a simple blue button down and grey slacks, with his widows peaked black hair slicked back. "I can't believe you made me come to this," Raya said glumly. She had been hoping to visit a world where Hannibal had crushed Rome, but she had been strongarmed by Rio's charm. "You're the CEO," Sam said, side-eyeing Raya. "It would be weird if you weren't here." "I am not the public type of CEO," she said. "You know that." "Look, just smile and shake some hands, make a a speech, you'll be fine. Hey, look, we got our first arrivals," he said, gesturing to the entrance. Raya grimaced. "Greaaaat."

20Q/The Interview Raya Wells did not know where she was. Up until a few minutes ago, she had been in her living room, lazily munching on a bowl of caramel corn as she watched the latest episode of She-Ra, but now she was in some strange, white room with only a desk and two chairs in the middle. The light above her artificial and antiseptic, though she could not actually find the source. Before she could get too panicked, the walls suddenly split open, revealing a young man in what appeared to be a silver jumpsuit. He took his seat at the table, and smiled at her as he set what looked like a black pen on the table. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Xander Krane, and I’m a superhero historian. I imagine you’re confused, but there is no need for alarm. I am merely here to conduct an interview for historical records. You are the Meta-Naut, yes?” Raya nodded slowly, getting to her feet. Compared to this guy, she felt under-dressed, wearing gym-shorts and a tank-top. “Uh… Okay. Interview. What?” “Oh, yes,” Xander said, pressing a button on the pen. “We are collecting information on the heroes of the past, and want a more accurate picture. Please, this won’t take long. Just take a seat and we can begin.” Raya stared for a moment, and considered telling him where he could shove it, but in the end decided that she really just wanted to get back to her show. So, she obliged, taking the seat across from Xander and folding her hands in front of her. “Alright,” Xander said in a soothing tone. “Let’s begin.” To start us off, where are you from? That is… Where were you born? Uh… I was born in Miami, Florida, in the USA. I lived there until I was about 5, and then I got sent to another dimension and enslaved by dinosaurs. Oh, how terrible. You have my condolences. It must have been difficult to be separated from your family so young. Were you close? Oh, yeah, we’re close. Um, when I got back from the Dinosaur Dimension I worked hard to try and fix that relationship. So, I have lots of dinners with my mom and I sometimes take my dad and brother out to sports stuff. I’m glad you found a way to fix things. Was your family the motivation to enter the world of superheroics? Uhhh… Sort of? You could say that. I started travelling dimensions and through time on my own to try and mend the damage that had been done, and I sort of fell into helping people. I don’t really think of myself as a superhero, more of an adventurer. But you do help people and fight villains, yes? If you don’t consider yourself a superhero, why would you do that? Ah, crap, I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like seeing innocent people get hurt or pushed around. So if I see that, and I’m out doing adventuring stuff I figure I might as well help, you know? I mean, if I don’t, who will? Could be nobody. I don’t think I could live with that. That sounds fairly heroic to me. But if you say you’re an adventurer and not a superhero, that’s up to you. But what motivates you to adventure, then? I mean, it’s travelling. Why does anyone travel? To expand my horizons, to feel free and get away from all my other responsibilities for a while, and just be somewhere else and see sights no one else has seen. ‘To get away from your responsibilities’. What sort of responsibilities were you getting away from? Well, the big one is Compass Rose International, it’s the company I’m CEO of. It’s involved in space tech. Satellites, rocketry, stuff like that. Like, I like doing it and believe in what they’re doing but it’s stressful and I like to get away from it sometimes. And also… There’s family stuff. I love my family, but my disappearance caused a lot of damage that I think has left these scars that’ll… They’re not going to be fully fixed, ever, really. I see. That could be quite stressful, yes. Do you do anything else to relieve stress? Any hobbies beyond adventuring? Yeah, of course. My big one is cartoons. I really, really love cartoons. I also like swimming, baths… I collect My Little Pony stuff. Uh. My Little Pony is this cartoon franchise for little girls. It’s… They’re like these multi-coloured horses and some of them have these magic powers and they’re really into friendship. Cartoons. I understand in your time those were seen as something juvenile. Did it not concern you how people would perceive you? I mean, no, not really. I like what I like and people can shove it. Like, okay, yeah, sure it’s for kids but I didn’t really get to have a childhood so I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to judge me unless they want to try and be enslaved by insane dinosaurs for 12 years and see how weird they end up. Spoiler: Liking cartoons for little girls is probably not the weirdest thing you could pick up in that situation. Little girls… Speaking of, in my records I have your preferred gender listed as ‘other’. I understand that too was frowned upon some in your time. Would you like to talk about that? Ah, jeez, that becomes public? Okay, fine, yes. I identify as gender-fluid. Most days I feel like a woman, and some days I don’t. When you have a device that can change your body, you’re able to explore parts of yourself that you might not have otherwise. Unfortunately, in my time there are people who are jerks and aren’t cool with that and I don’t really want to deal with it. So you do care to some extent about how others perceive you. Yeah, okay, fine, you caught me. Look, I want people to like me just like anyone else does, and some aspects about me… can get in the way. I don’t like it, but that’s how it is. I sense you are becoming agitated, and I apologize if my questions have been the cause of that. Let us move onto something lighter. What is your greatest ambition, your dream? My dream? My dream… I don’t know, honestly. I don’t really think about long-term stuff like that. Life’s so short, I’m trying to enjoy what’s in the now, instead. Look, I’m lucky in a lot of ways other people aren’t. I have a lot of money. Too much money, and that means I don’t have to think about ‘some day’ getting what I want. I can get it practically whenever. I want to take a cruise? I don’t have to save. I can just do it. Want a new outfit? Can call up a guy and have it made super fast. You almost sound bothered by your wealth. Why is that? I mean, I’m not blind. I see there’s a lot of people around me who don’t have a lot and I wonder if they might have more if people like me weren’t around. But… I can’t go back to what it was like the Dinosaur Dimension. I need that security. And… I try to help people with the stuff I got, I really do. But… I’m at the stage where even if I wanted to get rid of all my wealth, I’d just go back to being rich real quick. So I do what good I can with it, and yeah, sure, I get to enjoy the benefits, too. I’m not here to judge you, only to understand you, Ms. Wells. Tell me, if you really could change any of this, who you were and who you are, would you? No! Absolutely not. Look, I got a raw deal in some areas, but like I said, I’m super lucky. And besides… I’ve seen enough alternate timelines to know that you’re never just changing one thing. Everything ripples. I don’t think I could deal with losing the friends I’ve made, the relationships I’ve built. Friends? What sort of friends? Well, the first one that comes to mind is this kid called Rebellion. He’s pretty serious, and he’s got this dark and brooding thing going on, but he’s a good guy on the inside and I really enjoy working with him. I don’t think he’d like Raya, but he’s always been good to the Meta-Naut… Well, what about relationships? No, I don’t… I’m not seeing anyone at the moment. I make my attempts, but I’m not like… in a super great place for anything permanent, and I don’t know if I’m committed to the whole ‘monogamy’ thing and there’s a lot of people who aren’t jazzed about that idea. Maybe some day. What about the reverse? Do you have any enemies? Oh, God, so many. Of course there’s the Dinosaur King, who is like this… T-Rex who is also a Nazi? Well, not a Nazi. More like Mussolini. But like, yeah. He’s the guy behind the whole “slave to dinosaurs” thing. And then you have Captain Crime, who’s more a pain in my butt than anything but he does keep coming back… Then you have Bad, Bad Baboon who is this… monkey crime boss from another dimension… Uh… Oh, and Sergey Killimov, who is this evil business dude who’s like Compass Rose’s rival. OH! OH! And evil me. From the evil dimension. You seem to have a lot of enemies, yes. Does that scare you? Ah, nah. I’m the Mighty Meta-Naut, baby. They’re not going to take me down because I’m ready for them. Then what does scare you? …You’re going to laugh. But I’m afraid of the deep ocean. I have been so many places, but the ocean freaks me out more than anywhere I’ve been, even more than space or the Dimension of Unrelenting Torment or the 1970s. Do meta-humans or aliens scare you at all? Their presence on Earth? Pffffft. Dude, no. Do you know how many versions of Earth I’ve been to where humanity never evolved and instead the world’s ruled by like… hyper-intelligent amoebas? Or clowns? They’re all people, and people aren’t that scary. Very good. One final question for you, Ms. Wells. How would you like the people of the future to perceive you? I’d like to be remembered fondly, I think everyone does. But, you know, I’ve been to the future. Not this specific time, but… yeah. But I’ve never been brave enough to check out what people do think of me. I’m kind of glad I’m remembered enough that you brought me here because it means people do remember me in some way… Yeah. With that, Xander turned off the little pen, and smiled at Raya. “Thank you, Ms. Wells, this has been very enlightening. I shall return you to your own time now, and then file this interview away. You have been very helpful.” Raya nodded, and rubbed her arm. “So how do people remember?” Xander wagged his finger. “Ah, ah… Mm, well, you can just travel to the future to find out, but I’m not supposed to tell you. If you weren’t going to do it on your own, you might change things. Anyway, I shall send you back to right where you were.” There was a blinding flash, and suddenly, Raya was back where she was sitting, holding her popcorn in her hands. “…Huh,” she said to herself, and then picked up the remote and restarted her show.

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6. Mia ain't finding nothin.

"Why does anyone need to be in charge?" Mia asked. "Historically, hierarchy hasn't exactly been LGBT friendly and mostly exists to perpetuate harmful systems that, like... Hurt marginalized groups. It might set a better precedent if multiple voices can be allowed to come together and make decisions in an egalitarian sorta way." She paused, and then rubbed her arm. "I mean, that's just what I think. I don't want to speak over anyone. But... Yeah." She sighed. "Anyway, you all heard my story. I don't know what I am, but I've been around LGBT people all my life, in my family and otherwise and no matter what I am, I am happy to stand beside people and show solidarity."

Soliton Mia watched as the others partook of the punch with a grin. Sure, it wasn't the best, but she saw this as a bit of a bonding ritual. Her grin only got bigger when the final people arrived, meaning that they could head in. "Yes! Everyone's here," she said, but her eyes narrowed when Leroy said Lulu had brought the punch. "Hey, hey now. That's my Hawaiian punch and crummy vodka. If Lulu brought it might have some half decent booze in there instead of American Pride." She decided to keep rolling, however. "Okay, but here's the plan. We all stick together and head on inside. They apparently do large groups so we won't get separated. There's no tickets or anything so we can just head in." She took a big swig of the the punch, and felt her whole body shudder. "LET'S DO THIS," she said in a guttural voice, before storing her goodies back in her dimensional pocket. "Everyone follow me!" Marching ceremoniously up the steps, Mia lead them into the Black House. Strangely, when it came time for Danica to approach, the steps flattened into a ramp so that she could ascend easily with her compatriots. Once inside, the mystique was instantly lost. Clearly fake cobwebs hung from the ceiling with rubber spiders, while plastic skeletons sat in front of red lights that illuminated the entryway. The floors were simple wood, the walls painted black, and cheap halloween noises pumped obnoxiously through the speakers. Mia stopped, blinking. This looked... Different than she had imagined. Her eyes drifted over to a young woman sitting behind a desk, dressed in a cheap witch's costume. "Ohhh," the witch said in a nasally Jersey accent. "We got ourselves a whole gaggle'a you. Well, you can head on in through that door when you're ready, but I gotta warn you of a few things first. The big thing is this is one way - you can't turn back and around. If you go in, you gotta go through all the rooms. There are 5 of them. Second, if any of you have heart conditions, you shouldn't go in. Might kill ya. Third, try not to pee yourselves, it sucks to clean up." Mia stared, then looked back at the others. "Uh... Kay."

Well, you grappled her. 25. I am not going to make you roll to hit the house. Time for her toughness save. 17. She's not having a good time, being now especially since the house's forcefield is still on. Let's roll that second DC 25 toughness save as a result. 24. Well, she's not unconscious, but she is staggered, bruised, and dazed. Good job.

The Meta-Naut Out of nowhere, another hero arrived! Raya was pretty sure she recognized her, too. Justice, she thought. She seemed to have two of the goons stopped, but another one was speeding away. Sure, the electric blast had slowed him down, but that didn’t mean much if he was still moving at all. The energy wrapping around her hand and taking the form of a gun, she leveled it at the fleeing biker. “Not so fast, buddy!” she called. Out came a tether, flying up and engulfing the bike. With all her might, she pulled on the bike, and was pleased to see it suddenly come up and fly towards her. Then, her gaze turned to his buddies. Which of these jerks was she going to throw it at?

The Meta-Naut is going to try and yank the last moving guy's bike out from under him with her Tractor Beam. It's a crit at 28. Giving her a +5 to her grapple check, it's 30 against the bike's grapple bonus or reflex.

The Meta-Naut Raya stared at the two for a moment as realization dawned on her. Oh, of course! She thought to herself. She should have recognized them from the start. In her defence, though, she was fairly distracted by her present circumstances. “Ah! He’s actually talked a lot about you, Niro. And… He’s… Mentioned the Dragoneer,” she said, omitting the nature of the mention. Kevin was opinionated about the modern state of wrestling. “Thanks, yeah, I could definitely use the chance to get out of this stupid get-up. God, it’s almost as bad as the full outfit.” She didn’t wait long to start heading toward the exit, eager to get the disgusting smelling slime off of her before it made her sick or something else. She just hoped that the Ticketmaster was as dumb as she remembered, and wouldn’t try and hold them there. Not that it would matter, she knew the UDK was a fairly powerful individual. If only she still had her badge, she could be a threat too.

The Meta-Naut Raya couldn't help but groan internally at the tired meme reference, but right now she really needed these guys right now so she was going to be on her best behaviour, even if they weren't. They did just save her from being dunked by nasty little brats, after all. "Look," she said. "There's something shifty about this place. I'm here looking for my ex, since he went missing. His name's Kevin McKay. Anyway, the people here, they're not... Human. They're slime monsters or something. Pod people from another dimension." She looked down at the slimey bathing suit she was wearing. "And they're kind of huge jerks. They confiscated my badge I use for my powers and put this..." She said, rubbing at the greasepaint that refused to so much as smear. "Stupid makeup that doesn't come off." "If you can help me find my badge and Kevin, I can help you in your investigation."

The Meta-Naut, generally, was not the sort of hero who stopped bank robbers. She was more of a "foiling the plots of time nazis" kind of hero. But things were a bit spare and it seemed like with all that wild firing, someone was at risk of getting hurt. So she bit back her pride and gave chase. Hurdling down the roads of Royal Hill, the Meta-Naut quickly caught up with the bikers. Gracefully as she could, she positioned herself directly above them so as to make their firing lines awkward and that much harder to hit her. Considering they had guns, it seemed a prudent choice. "Hey, babies," she cooed. "Like I get it, everyone's hard up on cash these days and life sucks but unfortunately, you are all shooting wildly into the air and that could hurt people. So I am going to have to ask you to stop."

Jeeeeeez. Looks like Meta's going last. 6.

Soliton Mia’s eyes went wide at the site of the black-and-white wolfman approaching them. Not in fear, but in appreciation. She whistled to indicate as much, looking Davyd over as he approached. “Dude! Nice choice, used to watch those movies with my dad,” she said with a big smile. “Loving the black and white look, too, really committing to the whole bit.” Then, Lulu showed up. Normally, Mia would have disliked someone like Lulu. Pretty, popular, easily charismatic. Everything Mia wasn’t. But they had gotten a chance to bond over a recent incident, and Mia had vowed to try and get along with her ever since. After all, it seemed like Lulu had just as much on her plate as Mia did, just in different ways. “Aaa! You look gorgeous!” Mia said appreciatively. “Oh, man, I think we’re only short a person or two and then we can head in,” she said, before tossing Lulu a Mars bar. Then, she unscrewed the cap of her water bottle, and drank some of the ‘punch’. She made a bit of a face after downing some, and thought to herself she might have overmixed it a bit. Still, it would lend a little bit of courage. “I’m certainly ready,” she said, shaking the bottle enticingly a bit.

Mia didn’t know, exactly, how to respond to Judy. She had been expecting either chastisement, which will while not pleasant would have at least confirmed her fears, or consolement, which would have made her feel better. But she didn’t know what to do with passive acceptance. She knew it was petty to be annoyed - it wasn’t up to Judy to figure out her problems, but she was anyway. Validate me, damnit! “Uh… Thanks, Judy,” she said, masking her frustration as best she could with a smile. Ugh, she was the woooorst. How could she get mad at Judy for the absolutely normal person response to something like this? She moved over to the cupcakes, and began to wolf one down to sate her roiling brain. Ah, man, they’re good, too, she said, adding just yet another reason to be mad at Judy. She looked over at Ashley. Wait. She’s LGBT? She looked down at Ashley’s Rammstein shirt, then up at her. “Huh.”

The Meta-Naut Raya Wells had not been having a good few couple of days. It all started when she had found out an ex of hers, Kevin McKay, better known as the wrestler Brom Steele, had gone missing. After some light investigation, she found out he had last been known to visit a stupid little place called Dixon’s Travelling Carnival. Wanting to be diligent, she decided to check it out. And that’s where all her problems had started. Wanting to be sneaky, she had visited the carnival in disguise, just to help her snoop around. Turns out her disguise wasn’t worth jack, since the people here were ten shades of suspicious and caught onto her pretty quick. When she tried to fight her way out as the Meta-Naut, they doused her in slime to incapacitate her, and then stole her badge right off of her. And now she had been stuck for days in ridiculous clown makeup facing a barrage of humiliating ordeals. The dunk tank had to be the worst, though. They used the same slime that they used for everything else, and god did It smell bad. Worse yet, her protests only seemed to make the people more eager to dunk her. She had been thoroughly convinced, if nothing else, that the south seemed to be raising a generation of little sadists. But now, she was free! She watched as the glass was broken, and happily slid on out through the slime. She looked up to her saviour, hugging him in gratitude and sliming him in the process. “Thank you! I'd been in that thing since noon! Man, we got to move or they are going to notice I am missing and they will get real testy about that. They have not taken my escape attempts well.”

The Meta-Naut Raya sighed, and nodded. She turned Ms. Demeanor back upright, and put out a call for the cops to pick her up, explaining the circumstances too. Soon enough, they had her, and moved off quickly so they could round up all the people who had been blasted by the Crime Gun until they turned back to normal in a few days. -- With that settled, Raya was at a loss for what to do. Somehow, this all felt like a cheat to her. Sure, the plan was stopped but it would only be a matter of time before Captain Crime was back. She needed something to raise her spirits or she was gonna lose her mind. "Hey," she said to Rebellion, forcing a smile. "Do you want to go get some ice cream to celebrate a job well done?"

GM Ms. Demeanor smirked at Rebellion. "Because he always does. We've done this song and dance before, and he always comes back. Trust me, he ain't the type to get my mom mad, because she will go buck wild on his butt if I am gone too long. So, you know, congrats to you f-HEY! HEY TURN ME AROUND!" Ms. Demeanor was now perfectly upside down, desperately wriggling her arms and legs as her face began to turn red. She began to sputter and curse, occasionally lapsing into Spanish as she tried to right herself. "Get your friend over there to turn me around! This is abuse! This is demeaning! Hija de puta! You ain't getting away with this! I'll kick you in the ribs!"