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[Sometime at night, say... 9 o'clock PM on a Saturday, some lively jazz is being broadcast all over the Omeganetwork. Anybody with even half of a brain can pinpoint it to The Gold Mill's live weekly shows, with the sheer volume suggesting that whoever's left their watch on is probably somewhere in the front row.

Patrons to the club might recognize the saxophonic stylings of Ben Birdland, but anybody listening in over the waves would more likely recognize him as the 2-ton mass of brass, Big Band. Seems he's off duty, working a sax in his spare time.

Feel free to bug him over the network (though he probably won't respond until after he leaves), or even in person if you happen to be around. Just... try not to interrupt the band, or else there might be repercussions.]

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May. 31st, 2014 09:02 am
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[Golden Tiger is not, by any means, a brilliant strategist. He does, on the other hand, have two years experience maneuvering around boardrooms, and that's taught him more than a few things. The first being that when an opportunity presents itself, you take it. So with the spandex squad all in a tizzy after Doctor Doofus's little song and dance, now's the perfect time to get out there and make a name for himself in this town.

It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.
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Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!

[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]

Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!

[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.

That'd just be awful, right?

Right.
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May. 30th, 2014 10:50 am
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May. 31st, 2014 10:10 am
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About a half hour after the simultaneous villain broadcasts...

Crowded cities can be remarkably unperceptive about things. Yes, even in a place like Venture City, where amazing things happen all the time, people are often too busy going about their usual schedules to note their surroundings. Which is why only a few people might have been staring curiously at what appeared to be an upended ramen bowl rapidly making its way down the street towards the Omegafriends headquarters. Thankfully, nobody cared enough to look under it.

At the entrance, Shinmyoumaru Sukuna -- no, she supposed it was "Inchling Girl" right now -- stopped to catch her breath for a moment before shaking her mallet a bit and, suddenly growing dramatically from a few inch tall squirt into... well, still a squirt, but about average size for a young human girl her age. She readjusted the needle, now about the size of a rapier, on her back and, taking a few deep breaths, pushed the door open.

Upon reaching the main meeting room, she hurriedly saluted -- then scrambled for a second as her hand knocked the now rainhat sized bowl "hat" around on her head. "I-Inchling Girl, reporting for her first day of duty!" she stammered, trying to look professional. "Um... so I saw those broadcasts. Those were all the bad guys, right? How can I help?"

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May. 31st, 2014 08:15 am
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This is Deputy Commissioner Vimes of the VCPD.

My men are searching for this "device" Demetria Devious claims to have hidden. We will find it and we will deal with it. Your help is not wanted.

However, given the, er...extreme nature of the situation...

[And Chief Quimbley's orders to make SOME kind of peace offering with the superhero community.]

...My men have been ordered to not interfere with certain...vigilante elements as long as they do not appear to be causing any harm. Tread carefully and I will pretend you do not exist. Present something useful and.

Well.

We'll see.
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[Action, Myoudouin Dojo and surrounding areas, 3pm]

At seven AM, Parley had staggered in from her ten hour flight from London, dragged her various suitcases into the guest room they had leant her, and passed out on the bed for eight hours. Now, it's mid afternoon and she is awake once more. Time to explore her new home, and possibly even some of the surrounding neighborhoods. Surely nothing can go wrong on literally her first day in America!

[That evening, video.]


Parley is wearing a domino mask and a blue and grey uniform of some kind, and speaks with a bit of a British accent.

"Tadah! It's Mystery Lass!"

She gives the screen a self-effacing grin, "Okay, so it's a pretty lame name. I'm still working on it. But they gave me this neato communicator watch, so there's no way I could resist giving it a shot! Plus I slept all day after the plane ride and I'm kinda wired right now. Who else is out there?"

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