On the less super side of things... [Action]

[bemoreflexible]

Helen gave up the super hero life decades ago, back when it was the Alpha Pals who protected the country, and long before the Omegafriends had even been thought of. After all the heroes that were lost after Gamma Jack's "crusade", it became too clear to Helen that the work was just too risky. Today, she was just a normal woman, doing normal errands while her normal husband watched the kids at home. Right?

[A. At Costmart]
Helen just needed to buy a few dozen things for the week. In and out, with as few distractions as possible. It's a shame someone ((probably your character)) had to go and choke on a free sample. And no one around knows the Heimlich maneuver but Helen? Guess everyone is too busy learning to fight death rays and space invaders to bother taking a basic CPR course.

[B. In the Do or Dye Hair Salon waiting area ]
It's been a busy day, apparently, according to the TV in the waiting room. Super villains planting doomsday devices and inciting chaos. Police chiefs complaining about super heroes making it harder for honest cops to do their jobs. Helen would be content to keep her mouth shut about it, but the person next to her is apparently intent on talking about the subject at length.

[C. Anywhere in Venture City]
Seems Helen is all over town today. Perhaps she'll run into something or someone interesting.

Comments

Re: A, please!

[bemoreflexible]

[Wow! That sure if fire coming out of that guys mouth. That is not normal. Must be showing off his super power or something.]

"Woah, jeez guy! You mind?"

[terrorwhatflaps]

[some people count Rule of Funny as a superpower, so ... maybe? either way, it's not stopping. he looks over at her, panicked, lets out a sound between a cough and a wheeze, and points to the sample, then his throat, then fans the air in front of his mouth. help?

there's a lobster tank nearby, if that's of any importance. or there's the ice they've got the fresh fish on. or, she could get creative]

[bemoreflexible]

[Helen looks around, and then realizes his breath has started to set a display on fire.]

Woah!

[She darts to the end of the aisle, and smashes open an emergency fire extinguisher box, then races back.]

Hold on!

[terrorwhatflaps]

[well, he's glad someone's on damage control. while she's putting out the fire, Drake runs over to the lobster tank and plunges his head in. there's a great impressive HISSSSSS and a cloud of smoke as the fire extinguishes, at last ... only, he comes up with a lobster hanging off the end of his beak]

PHEW. ... I gotta tell ya, that dollop had a wallop to it.

[you guessed it. he hasn't noticed the lobster]

Was actually going to spray him in the mouth with the extinguisher but this woks too.

[bemoreflexible]

[After putting out the blaze, Helen looks at him and blinks twice.]

Uhm, you got something on your, uh, lip there.

oops, sorry. also, 1/2

[terrorwhatflaps]

Huhwha?

[terrorwhatflaps]

YIKE!

[snatching the lobster by the tail, he tugged, wincing.] Boy, this little guy's really on there -- erk --

[his voice was more than a little muffled due to the lobster shenanigans]

-- a little help, maybe?