Meanwhile, At the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude...

[gear_parts]

"Soooo..." Richie kicks back in one of the chairs he's made, which immediately begins massaging his back while grabbing an ice-cold Coke from the fridge with a long mechanical arm and handing the beverage to him. "Now that you're back... how was New York, bro?"

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[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"More like the afterlife's version of What Not to Wear. Some guy brought a bunch of models back from the dead to get revenge on this clothing designer who fired him.""

[gear-parts.livejournal.com]

Gear blinks at him. "You're shitting me."

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"I am completely serious Richie. Fashion nightmares as far as the eye could see." Static gestures outwards. "So, anything interesting happen while I was away?"

[gear-parts.livejournal.com]

"Not as interesting as fashion zombies, bro... It's been dead around here. Uh... so to speak."

The police scanner suddenly jumps to life.

"...Rainbow Raider spotted on East 27th Street," it announces. "Attacking random civilians..."

It's a good thing the scanner was programmed to turn on when it hears mention of superhuman activity.

"Dude!" Richie blinks, hopping to his feet. He slips his helmet on over his head as his backback clambers onto his back. "What's he doing out here?"

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

Virgil groans "Richie..."

He grabs his coat when the scanner goes on.

"I dunno, but we'd better go check it out." Static throws on his uniform.

"How about we go welcome him into town?"