A Slightly Dim And Not Quite Stormy Afternoon

[whatamithinking]

It is a fairly typical rainy August afternoon. Edie is lounging in civvies with a good book, and Emily is snacking on some leftover birthday cake while transformed and working on a metal sculpture.

"I don't know why you're bothering," Edie says of the copper-and-verdigris design. "I mean, the rest of it is going to go green too eventually, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Emily says stubbornly. "I could coat it with clear paint or something to prevent oxidation."

"Fair enough," Edie says, and returns to perusing her book.

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[nothing_noble]

The fusion laughs. "Then yeah, good call. One sec, now everything's settled—" and she incants something in a foreign language and steps into thin air. A moment later, there is a flare of brilliant silver light from the junk heap, and the feedback stops.

[whatamithinking]

Well then.

"Does anyone have a working phone? I'm guessing not, but it's possible that the walls might have interfered with the signals such that they wouldn't bother taking them..."

[thisbrokenworld]

Lots of head-shaking from the members of the crowd who are close enough to hear her easily; the rest pass the message along.

Another, brighter glow from the junk heap.

Then a new fusion appears, stepping back out of thin air. There are tiny white stars gleaming in her hair and on the darkest parts of her sky-coloured cloak; her boots and gloves shimmer with the red-purple-black of a dark and moody twilight; her dress is a sunset gradient of purple-pink-orange-gold.

"Need anything else before we go? And do you have an email address or something? We wouldn't mind keeping in touch."

[whatamithinking]

"We're trying to figure out how to get these people home, and sure. Emily?"

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily, who still has her Mercurial Metal Manipulation spell active, repeats the pseudo-business card trick.

[gloriousdawn]

"Nice," she says, accepting the card. "I swear one of me saw a phone around here somewhere... let me go check the wreckage."

She uses her teleport spell rather than cross the wide expanse of floor between the crowd and the junk heap. A few seconds later, she reappears and hands Edie a cellphone presumably sourced from the kidnappers' belongings. "Will that help?"

[whatamithinking]

"Almost certainly! Thank you."

To the crowd of formerly kidnapped persons: "Is there anyone who has people who can show up to give them a ride home if you call them?"

[gloriousdawn]

Many of the formerly kidnapped persons assert that they do. The fusion glances over this scene, then shrugs, waves, and teleports away to parts unknown.

[whatamithinking]

The phone is passed around, then, and other arrangements are made for those who require them.

[pythbox]

The kid who organized the breakout catches a ride with someone else. And then everyone is taken care of, and there's nothing left but junk, unconscious guards, and one dead villain.

[whatamithinking]

Which means it's about time to call the police.

Dealing with the police is as tedious as it usually is, and they manage to get away with not naming the names of any people who haven't consented to it, but they manage. It's another couple of hours before they manage to escape and get home.

[cheerfulish]

Janine is still there!

[whatamithinking]

"Hi, Janine. Everybody's out. The villain's dead. Met a new magical girl or three, and we think the organizer kid is probably going to activate when he's old enough."

[cheerfulish]

"'Or three'?"

[whatamithinking]

"There were fusions involved."

[cheerfulish]

"Oh, I see. Well, I am glad everything turned out all right. Do you really think that boy will activate? He did seem very... very."

[whatamithinking]

"Probably, yeah."

[cheerfulish]

"That will be interesting."

[whatamithinking]

"No doubt. We gave him our email, offered to show him the ropes when the time came."

[cheerfulish]

"That is nice of you."

[whatamithinking]

"Seemed like the best thing to do."

[iamnotpolaris]

"...Do you guys, like, need me for anything at this point or can I go back to my sculpture?"

[cheerfulish]

"You may sculpt," says Janine.

[whatamithinking]

snort. "Go on."

[iamnotpolaris]

"You laugh, but you'll be amazed when it's finished," she says with blatantly fake hauteur.