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Hey out there, Luceti. Are we all more or less ourselves again? Pretty sure we are, uh... here's hoping.

Considering how crazy things have been lately, Teddy and I were talking, and we think it'd be a good time to run this. We all need a break. So courtesy of the LGBTQQA Club - um, I'm tentatively calling it "Alliance", for the sake of minimizing all the abbreviations, better name possibly pending - I'm happy to introduce: Luceti's first-ever (I think) Speed Dating.

If you don't know what speed dating is, it's pretty much exactly how it sounds. The idea is we'd all get together, pair up, you'd talk to someone you might not have talked to before for about ten minutes, and then afterwards decide how you liked it and if you want to see them again. First impressions count for a lot, and sometimes that's all it takes to find your true love or your new best friend.

We're going to run it next weekend - Saturday afternoon, we figure is a good time - and sign-ups are starting now so we'll have time to pair everyone up. Anyone can participate, not just club members or people in the LGBT spectrum, and you're not obligated to do anything if you don't like it. So why not give it a shot? ...And we'll have cookies. Teddy's making them and the recipe looks amazing. Anyone else want to bring some food and stuff? We can have a table for contributions...

Um, anyway. I'll be over by the plaza today, and on the journal network, too, if you've got any questions or if you want to sign up.

[The above message is also written out (albeit less informally). And there's a table with posters and some forms in the plaza, near the school, all day. Billy's just hanging out and drawing the passerbys while he waits, if anyone wants to chat him up about it in person.]

((ooc sign-ups here!))

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You say that, but in Dakota City, we're crawling with Bang Babies. The only part that makes me special is that I didn't turn to crime.

Bang Babies?

I didn't make the name. It's just what they call those of us who were caught in the Big Bang.

It's a little patronizing, isn't it?

[He sure doesn't look like a baby. Even "young" is pushing it, but at least it's halfway true.]

... well, when you put it like that, kind of? It could be worse. They started out calling us mutants.

[Goddammit, seriously...]

Something wrong with mutants?

Mutant implies something is wrong with you, right? The commonly accepted term is 'meta human'. [Seriously, mutant is like, super derogatory and insulting okay.]

Um. Sorry. Excuse me?

[Billy lifts a hand, along with an eyebrow.]

I'm actually a mutant. And on my world there's nothing wrong with it.

[...Well, okay, there is. But only to a bunch of people he doesn't care about.]

Oh.

[Okay, so Static feels a bit sheepish now. He shrugs a little.]

... different worlds, huh? So uh, what kind of powers do you have?

Yeah, different worlds.

[Oh well, at least he's not a Bang Baby.

In response to the question, though, he lifts his hand again, a few harmless sparks flaring to life around his fingers.]

Believe it or not, I started out with electricity myself. It's actually more like spellcasting, though- I kind of make stuff happen by wishing for it.

So... you're some kind of self-service genie?

[Okay, that probably sounds wrong, but it's the first thing that came to mind.]

Phenomenal cosmic power...

[It's mumbled with a half smile before he speaks up a bit more clearly.]

Well, not exactly- I definitely can't do everything. But I guess that's a simpler way of saying it.

Still, that's pretty cool. Do you mind giving a demonstration? I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Sure, I don't mind. I guess showing off lightning wouldn't be that impressive when you've already got it, though... what kind of spell do you want to see?

Dakota City is full of Bang Babies. I've seen plenty of powers already. So just show me what you're best at.

[Billy thinks about that for a moment, then stands up, pushing back from the table so he doesn't end up zapping or accidentally blowing all his organized papers to hell. Once he's got a bit of space, he spreads his arms, calling out his powers. In a smooth transition from one spell to the next, his clothes magically shift from civvies to costume, and he lifts off the ground, a blue glow surrounding him to keep his body airborn. He flies around a bit, brows lifting.]

How's this?

... well, I definitely like the uniform change. That would be handy. I have to keep mine in a backpack.

[And then have a five second transition shot of showing off his costume. It's such a hassle!]

I used to have to do that. Fitting into the bodysuit was a huge pain until I learned how to spell it on properly.

[Let's not go into detail about the mishaps that occurred while he was still learning that one.]

Man, I gotta figure out some kind of outfit I can just magnetize together. I've been doing this whole thing wrong.

That would actually be pretty cool. As long as you can't, you know, zap yourself with it or something.

I'm a legitimate crime fighter with super powers. I wouldn't just zap myself on accident. Besides, I'm pretty sure it's not even possible for me to get electrocuted now.

...Yeah, you'd be surprised what legitimate crime fighters can do to themselves.

[Though the key phrase he's leaving out is "in-training", mind you.]

But okay, your turn. What can you do?

[Static remembers that time he got training.

Never.]

Right. Well, I don't have any special clothes beam or anything, but this is pretty cool.

[He turns around and finds something convenient. That park bench should do. He sends out a bolt of electricity from his right hand. Rather than just shock it, he's able to lift it with electromagnetism. He propels it into the air and then over their heads, and to the wall of a nearby building. He disengages the electricity, but leaves the bench there, magnetized.]

I call that my static cling.

[Billy's about to comment that it's not a clothes beam, geez, but then he's kind of blown away by the demonstration. Whatever he might or might not know about comic book supers really can never stand up against witnessing it firsthand.]

Whoa... okay, that's awesome. How long can you make it stay up there?

Usually long enough for the police to come get whoever I do it too. Here, on the other hand...

[Suddenly the bench crashes on the ground. Static immediately cringes.]

Uh. Here I'm still trying to figure out how much juice to use.

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