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Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14




Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

→ More system info is here!

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.amusement park.

[expellerhead]

[HOP.

here comes some kinda ninja motherfucker, swinging up onto a nearby lamppost with the aide of his scarves and perching on the top like he's doing a photoshoot for naruto merch. he glances over at peter, determines that the kid probably doesn't need the help if he's chillaxing up here, and returns his attention to scanning the park.

not a lot of opportunity to agility train on the fleet. he's gonna make full use of this park.]

[wallcrawler]

[Whoa now, what's this? Gothy lookin' hobo got scarf game! Color him impressed! He'll even bolt up to a squat in that hammock of his to get a look at his new guest- and really, he doesn't look at all concerned about the swaying that causes.]

Whoa, where'd you come from? And, one eccentric dresser to another, are there more of those magic scarves lying around?

I mean, it's not really my color, but hey, never hurts to shop around!

[Look Aizawa a teenager who can't shut up, bet you haven't had to deal with one of those at all ever, right]

[expellerhead]

[omg no, chatty child, leave him be to hobo about in peace]

...no. This is custom-made. [and you can't ever have it]

[wallcrawler]

[Never. If anything he's creeping closer for a better look.]

Man, hat's off to that haberdasher.

[Child . . .]

And your neck's okay with that? I mean, obviously the hands help, but uh... that's not at all constrict-y on the ol' windpipe?

[Granted, he also really wants to know how it works, because it's so cool but also, you know. Professional courtesy. Good guy or bad guy, you didn't go prying into someone's trade secrets.]

[expellerhead]

[aizawa sighs and just sits back on his heels, shoving his goggles up and getting out his eyedrops. okay so clearly he can't escape this unless he just leaves or tells this kid to fuck off, and as much as he'd like some time alone...he can't do that. god damn it. ochako what have you done to him, he used to be so fearsome and tough]

I've had a lot of practice with it. [absolutely not telling this chatty cathy with a spider quirk that he absolutely did choke himself a couple times with it back in high school.] Are you in the market for support items or something?

[wallcrawler]

Not really, no- but a little window shopping for another edge never hurt anybody!

[Well, not with the action accessories anyway. Big red flags for space ooze, though.]

I mean, that, and let's just say I've got a newfound professional interest in what kinda toys other people are running around with these days.

I didn't even know other superheroes were a thing until like a month ago- which means supervillains probably aren't far behind. Rather study up now than cram later.

[A month ago...ish? He still had yet to get used to tracking time moving around in space.]

[expellerhead]

Don't hold your breath. This place has a kind of aversion to the ones from home. [honestly like, the meanest people he's met here are those uninterested in conversation or like, having friends. which is Weird As Fuck. then again, atroma is perfectly willing to throw them at cannibal planets, so whatever right]

[wallcrawler]

[He can't help but just sigh at that kind of thinking.]

Yeah, well, I'll take too much caution over too many bruises any day. And if I've got a dozen-plus fashionable felons to worry about, I can't imagine what kinda headaches that Hero-verse alone might dump on us.

[Yes, he's naming your universe. No, you can't change the name. But he'll go ahead and just... backflip his way back into his hammock to get back to relaxing, if only because he'd gone long enough without getting any danger vibes from Aizawa to be convinced he was probably safe enough. Unfortunately there was no guarantee that it meant he'd shut up...]

[expellerhead]

To which Hero-verse are you referring? [aizawa asks boredly, like he don't fuckin' know, pretending to take off his goggles and tighten them. who u been talkin to. probably uraraka, that friendly little blabbermouth]

[wallcrawler]

[It was absolutely Uraraka. Also: why are there more than one]

Hey, it's not like I've been there. The one where superpowers are common enough they're just... quirks, I guess.

Still need to figure out how to send an angry letter to that one. Not that it'd do anything, but I'd feel better.

[expellerhead]

[...huh. this is worth hearing more about, but he doesn't exactly want to play his hand yet... then again, this kid could probably keep talking without a whole lot of encouragement. better to play this safe than to immediately out himself.]

That doesn't sound good, [aizawa drawls, picking at the hinge of his goggles.]

[wallcrawler]

Hey, if they can sleep at night sending people out with hero licenses instead of keeping that stuff under wraps, they can handle an angry letter or two!

[He makes no promises about it not devolving into name calling by like, the second paragraph though.]

But hey, maybe their bad guys have some weird union bylaws going. "Hey, only try to off the heroes when they're on the clock! No costume, no revenge!"

[He's not paying Aizawa too much attention at this point- if only because he could hear one of the roller coaster's come to an abrupt stop. So he's gotta table that tangent and hop up to a better vantage point to make sure the cars are all empty- it may not happen often, but hey, turns out he does know when to shut up...it's just under very specific circumstances.]

[expellerhead]

[peers over at that rollercoaster, but there's nothing too suspicious about it...aside from the fact that it's moving on its own, again.

he relaxes.] Maybe they do. [they usually don't.] I wonder if their police have the same trouble, since they're also apprehending criminals. Must be rough.