Issue #1: The Coming Storm

Aeon Crow wanders into the crowd, brushing the bus smell off his shoulders. His shoulders slumped, he glowers his way through the assembled fans, trenchcoat wrapped tight. This spandex is so tight they'll be able to see I'm not circ- Hey, is that Cammy and Void Fist? He rushes over to join them.

"You want to get something to eat?" he asks rummaging through his back he pulls out a silicon and metal stick and attaches his phone to it before pointing at the food trucks. "That one has sweet and savory crepes." he offers already sidestepping in that direction making you wonder by how much luggage he has if it's special training or if he's just that much of a super hero fanboy.

"Hey, look who it is!" I give Crow a big wave and motion him over. "We were just about to get some food. Or, at least, I was. I have no idea what he's doing. Something about collectibles?"

Omen sat on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling off the side as she had her head cocked against her shoulder to hold her phone to her ear. She kept a soda can floating freely over the edge of the building, repeatedly crushing it and reforming it as she talked to her mother.

"I'm very proud of you, Olesia."

"I know, mom." She replied succinctly.

"Have fun with your friends today. I love you."

Ollie bit her lip and eventually replied, "Okay. I will. Bye, mom."

Her mom laughed, "Live long and proper." Ollie flipped her phone closed quickly, threatening to give her mother the satisfaction of her own brief chuckle. Of course, she'd be laughing more because her dorky mother couldn't get the quote right, but the attempt was sincere. Ollie pocketed her phone and resumed her perch, observing the park from the distance. She couldn't help but smirk after the interaction with her parents, as much as she tried not to.

Jen distractedly replies, "Uh-huh. You seen any of the others?" She peers around at the crowd again, oblivious to her brush with death.

Ollie stiffens in surprise, her heart sinking in her chest, but she (unsuccessfully) tries to seem nonchalant about it. Typically she's the one doing that to others and it was strange to be on the receiving end of it. She could only wonder how much of her conversation Luke had heard. She doesn't make eye contact, simply peering out at the festival, "I'm thinking about a large, vulnerable mass of people all gathered in one place."

She frowns, "No, I need to stay here and keep watch." Her eyes glance in Luke's direction before snapping forward again, "You?"

Ollie looked down between her feet at the wall of the apartment tower that descended far below to the street. She felt a knot in her stomach when Luke spoke; She felt like an outsider. But that's what she was going for, right? Be distant and inhuman to keep the Compiler at bay.

Her thought was disrupted when Luke stood. She turned and looked at him momentarily. Her eyes drifted to the side as she replied simply, "Okay." She pondered over whether or not to say thanks, but by the time she made a decision, the moment had passed. She stayed quiet and looked back at the festival, wondering what to do.

Void Fist edges away from Chameleon and the approaching Aeon Crow pointing towards the food trucks a bit quicker and gets in line fiddles with his phone and starts moving the stick around in the air above him.

Aeon Crow smiles at Cammy's suggestion of food, and quickly falls into place following Void Fist. He frowns at the taco truck remembering some awkward moments on a long bus ride from such a venue. He points at a gourmet hotdog truck, salivating over the thought of....

With Blitz's comment, he momentarily flinches, and a dozen tiny black birds spring from his pockets. "Vishnu's right arm! You startled, um, Cammy!" He then looks around, and shrugs furtively.

"It's alright. It would be better with more food. The lines are insane." I clutch my growling stomach.

She shook her head, finally stuffing her phone into her pocket. "Nah, not yet. I'm sure they're around somewhere." And now they were finally up at the truck window. "Want a pretzel? It's on me," she offered Jennifer, already pulling out a few crumpled bills.

Ollie looks down only after she's sure Luke has vanished. A strange tingle passes over her at the discharged energy from Luke's disappearing act. Her eyes go back down to stare at the street far below her, and then lift to look at the festival. Ollie spins around, swinging her feet onto the roof again before rising. The backpack she kept with her normal clothes is by the stairwell, so she heads on over to get changed. Her "civvies," as she calls them, were some black jeans, sneakers and a black jacket, which went over her suit with only a little struggle and discomfort. She decides to keep her hood down; Omen wore the hood, not Ollie, and she's probably a little less recognizable to the population with her face showing.

Some minutes later, after a clumsy telekinesis-aided landing in the alley and some casual jaywalking, Ollie finds herself within Freedom Park. She sends a quick text to Luke:

I'm here.

Jennifer shakes her head, "I'm good. Just ate."

"Welp, I'm gonna remember that when you end up asking for a bite." There was a quirky grin on her lips, feeling more relaxed now that there was someone she knew nearby. And a moment later she was stepping away from the food court, hot and fresh salted pretzel in hand.

"Oh hey, is that Ollie?" she asked back to Jen. Not that she needed an answer as she was suddenly waving and jogging up to Omen. "Hey, Ollie. Glad you made it." A brief pause, and she was tearing off a piece of her pretzel, offering it up to Ollie. "Want a bite?"

Hecate jogs up seeing all the activity and smelling the food cooking in the serving trucks.
She walked around trying to get the lay of the land and see if she could find any of her friends and fellow Young Nebulae.

Checking my pockets for cash, I realize I have $1.64. I glance around the booths for anything in that range and silently curse myself for not taking any money out of Uncle's wallet while he was asleep. Never thought I'd wish it was a school day. Chicken nuggets smothered in ketchup sound pretty good right about now.