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Thursday March 21, 2016

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Om looked up, handful of popcorn halfway to his mouth. "Al, we agreed this was a good decision. We need to see what happens, we're going to need allies, you know that." He tossed the popcorn into his mouth and crunched noisily.

They were sitting on top of the baseball field fence, completely unobserved as the kids continued their mad scramble across the grass and dirt, pushing and pulling at each other in their bid to be the first to reach the ship.

"But not all of them are going to be allies. Cassidy, Carter, Largent? You really think they'll be on the side of the angels? And don't get me started on Hall, that kid gives ME the creeps."

Om shrugged. "No, they're probably not all going to be on the good side of things, but the others will need someone to practice against, and that'll be good for them."

"You think they'll actually manage to form a team? Work together for the betterment of all? Did we do that when it happened to us?"

"It didn't happen to me, Al," Om said quietly, never taking his eyes off the rapidly fleeing children. "It happened to you."

"We don't know that for sure-"

"Shut up," Om cut Al off. "They're just reaching the ship..."

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Richard slid to a stop, his shoes skidding across the grass for several feet before slowing him enough and he stood there, staring at the ship.

Up close it was even more enormous than it had seemed in the air. A light gray metal with intricate patterns all across the hull. As it landed, three ski like landing skids extended from the belly and toward the point, what Richard assumed was the front, a ramp had lowered.

Up the ramp they could see into the interior of the vessel. Nothing but blackness, wirh somewhere a pulsating yellow light glowing deep within the heart of the ship.

Human+ OOC

Cassidy is a 5' 4" black girl. Hair done in braids, chip on her shoulder the size of Cincinnati but no one knows why. She's stubborn and strong willed and tends to land on the wrong side of things but she's not really a bad person.

Carter is wild and unpredictable with a horrific temper and absolutely no control over it. He's well known for fighting but doesn't tend toward the more underhanded behavior, usually due to a lack of planning.

Hall is the least known out of them. He transfered recently to the school but initial impressions are that there's something wrong with him. Something REALLY wrong. He tends to seriously freak people out and is generally avoided like he's got the plague or something.

Human+ OOC

By all means post. This'll be a brief flurry of how everyone gets to the ship then the next cut scene.

Human+ OOC

So after breaking it up and splitting the post into a couple different chunks, this first part ended up being just over 1,200 words in length. It sets up the beginning of the end, so to speak. So we'll get everyone heading in that direction and before long we'll be into the real meat of things.

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Thursday March 21, 2016

Om smirked at Blakes question. "Tools would make things too easy, and this is supposed to be a punishment for all of you, so you'll just have to wait and see. Now," he crooked a finger in their general direction, indicating for them all to follow. "come with me and we'll get you guys started.

He turned and walked away, sure that they would al fall in line behind him. And they did. Richard sighed and followed along with Largent loping along behind. Carter, Cassidy, and Hall all fell into step, if reluctantly, leaving the rest to bring up the rear of the group. Alden and Mina walked side by side While Micky and Blake sort of meandered around near the rear of the group. Sophia was still nowhere to be seen but there was little doubt in anyones mind that the strange girl was somewhere in the area.

"You have got to be shitting me," Richar muttered when they crested a small hill and looked down into the center of the park. The exact middle of the grassed space was a giant open field. There was a baseball diamond at one end and enough space in between the diamond and the end of the grass for a regulation soccer field to be set up. At the end of the rectangular space closest to where they stood where five large trash dumpsters.

Five empty trash dumpsters.

The ground in front of them was strewn from one side of the field to the other with loose paper, bags, boxes, scrap metal, springs, an entire sofa, what looked like part of a volkswagen bug, and a set of wooden bunk beds.

"There's nothing disgusting out there," Om said, waving a hand in the direction of the mess that covered several hundred sure feet of ground. "No food trash or liquids, nothing like that. This trash was acquired from stationary stores and hardware stores and thrift stores. It's all relatively clean, as trash goes, but I will be supplying you al with gloves. Other than that, no tools. You may all leave when all of that trash," he pointed at the mess. "Is in those dumpsters," he said and jerked his thumb in the direction of the dumpsters."

Richard stared at the field of debris, noting idly that Sophia was already walking amongst the mess, picking things up at random. She had already constructed a little doll, using various mechanical parts to construct the body and some yarn that she was in the process of tying to the things 'head' as hair. If hair came in hot pink, neon blue, and baby puke yellow.

"Do I want to know how she go over there so fast?" Om asked Richard in a lowered tone and Richard could only shake his head.

"Probably not, Sir."

"Call me Om," he said, absently. After a moment he seemed to shake himself awake and clapped his hands together once. "Alright, who wants gloves? The long this takes you the longer it'll be before you get home, and don't forget, tomorrow is a school day."

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"I can't believe we're actually picking up all this junk," Largent growled, glaring at the mess around them. They were maybe a quarter of the way through the chaos, but with every passing minute Largent became more and more aggravated about the entire situation. "This is such bullshit." He pulled out his last cigarette and tossed the pack over his shoulder, tucking the butt between his lips.

"Hey!" Largent turned to face the voice, tip of his cigarette glowing angrily as he tucked his lighter into his pocket.

“Watch where you're throwing things, Dude,” Cassidy snapped and threw the empty pack back at Largent.

“Hey, just cause you're a chick, don't think I wont knock your ass out,” he snarled and she stepped forward, almost chest to chest with him before she reached up and shoved him. Largent stumbled back, crashing into Hall, who shoved him again, spun and swung wildly at thin air.

It was about at that point when things completely fell apart. Everyone started yelling. Some jumped into the fray, attempting to pull Largent and Hall apart after the two started laying into each other. Alden and Mina kept to the outskirts of the argument while Sophia attempted to get close enough to drop Largent again, but everyone else kept getting in her way. And through it all, Om, was nowhere to be seen, having left them to their cleaning more than half an hour previously.

Richard found himself dragged into the mess, literally, by Largent grabbing the front of his jacket and yanking him forward.

“Somehow,” Largent growled. “I'm not sure how, but somehow, I'm positive this is all your fault somehow you little shit!” he snapped. Richard panicked and leaned as far back as he could, partly to try to simply put distance between himself and Largent, who looked to be in a complete rage, and partly to try to avoid the stink of his cigarette breath. In doing so, leaning back, jacket digging into his armpits as he sunk down in the garment, he was afforded a unique viewpoint that no one else present had.

“What the hell is that?”

When Richard spoke, it wasn't exceptionally loud. He didn't yell, or raise his voice particularly. But the words cut through the group like a knife, instantly silencing the argument and everyone turned to stare at Richard and Largent. Richard was staring up into the sky, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in complete shock.

“What the hell is that?” Cassidy echoed, at which point Largent dropped Richard on his ass and turned to look up, along with everyone else.

IT, was a shape. A triangular shape. One might even have called it a ship, except for the fact that there were no visible engines. No propellers, no props, no anything to indicate how the craft, easily 150 feet in length from tip to end, was remaining in the air. There were no lights. Apparently no windows. And it was silent.

Completely, and utterly silent, floating impossibly across the sky. They stood and watched as it floated past the baseball field, over the stand of trees separating the field from the rest of the park, and it slowly dropped behind the evergreens and out of sight.

There was a moment, just a moment, where everyone stood, motionless, staring at the trees and the ship that they knew lay just behind them.
Then they were moving. Largent started to move but Ricard reached out and grabbed his ankle, tripping the larger boy as he leapt to his feet and broke into a sprint.

'What the hell am I doing?' he thought as his shoes pounded across the grass. 'I'm running toward a space ship, possibly alien, probably alien, when I should be running away. I should be calling the police, or the media, or the frickin' FBI! But no, I'm running AT the damn space ship.' He shook his head, pushed the thoughts aside and simply ran, rushing across the baseball field with everyone else in hot pursuit.

He wanted to be the first one to see the ship.

Human+ OOC

This post is currently approaching a couple thousand words in length. So I believe I'll break things up a bit. First half should be up today.

Human+ OOC

Alright. I'll be getting the cut scene post up leading to the morning after the event that grants us all powers. That way we can get things moving along and start playing around with some abilities. Been a long time coming already and I apologize for that delay. I appreciate you guys sticking with me here.

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Cool deal. Just cheking. So question then. Would we prefer skipping ahead to the event that gives us all powers? Like if we could get one quick round of posts I could do another cuts cent and skip ahead to the next day, get us through this intro part and onto the fun stuff?

Human+ OOC

So did I lose everyone cause of my delay last time in posting? If people could let me know where we stand that'd be awesome.

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Thursday, March 21st, 2016.

Richard sighed and looked down at his watch.

8:17

Really? he thought. I get attacked, get detention, then the damn tool bag giving the detention doesn't even show up on time? And where the hell is Sophia? She had better not be hiding in a tree or something.

"What the fuck is wrong with this asshole?" Largent growled around another cigarette. His already short temper was growing shorter and it wouldn't be long before he either did something stupid, or simply left. Cassidy, Carter, and Hall looked to be in some level of agreement with him and Richard winced when Largent glared at him through a thin haze of smoke that hung in the air between them.

"Probably didn't want to spend some time around your sparkling personality," Richard muttered under his breath and turned away, looking around for Sophia. A moment later a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled, hard, spinning him around until he was eye to adams apple once again with the still smoking thug.

"What was that, you little shit?" Largent snarled. "I'm sick and tired of putting up with crap from you. You really need to learn your place in this schools pecking order." As he spoke Cassidy, Hall, and Carter came up to stand around him, flanking the bigger bully like faithful soldiers falling into line with their general.

Richard screwed his eyes shut and waited for the punch he was sure was coming when a voice boomed out and interrupted them.

"You really don't want to do that, Jack."

Largent let go of Richards shoulder and they all turned to see Om striding toward them. Gone was the shirt and tie from earlier in the day. Instead, he was wearing a pair of jeans, steel toed work boots, and a tightly fitting compression shirt that just enhanced the fact that he could probably break Largent in half with his bare hands if the bully stepped out of line. "I have no problem smacking you upside the head in someone else's defense, if I need to," He growled, stopping only inches away from largent and his new cronies. "I wouldn't even get in any trouble either. It is entirely within to law for me to attack you if I'm simply defending someone, so give me a reason, jack ass. I'd be happy to show you a thing or two."

Largent stared into the taller mans eyes for a moment before he shrugged and stepped back, an uneasy grin playing around the stub of a cigarette still protruding from his mouth.

"S'not worth it," he grunted and turned away.

After a minute where no one else moved Om finally nodded once, as if deciding on something, and turned to face them as a group. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen," he said. "We're going to be working on a little project here tonight. So make yourselves comfortable, we might be here for a while."