Karen blinked, her eyes on Megan's hand lightly gripping her shoulder. The programmer sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day - though this sigh was accompanied by a warm smile more associated with Power Girl than Karen. Slowly, Karen slipped out of Megan's hand, after which she brought out a spare blanket to drape over the sleeping Martian. Who would've thought I'd have an honest-to-goodness alien bunking in my apartment?
Depositing Megan's plate and glass in the sink, Karen was about to return to the couch to finish her own meal when she remembered something she should've done when she got home. Damn, Nicco must be worried... She quietly hurried into her bedroom, retrieving a spare cellphone she kept in the apartment (her normal cellphone was still with Nicco, along with her luggage from their past week at the launch site) and dialing her friend's number.
*click* "Hey."
"Karen?" The background was momentarily filled with the sound of rustling papers. Oh man, I've been worried sick! How are y-"
"I'm fine, don't worry." Since their chance meeting several years ago, their phone conversations tended to be short - and for good reason: Karen figured that they shouldn't talk or hint too much about her 'other job' over the phone, in case someone decided to eavesdrop on their line. Nicco was less paranoid and more relaxed about the whole thing, so it took a while to convince him to play along.
"You're not hurt? I know the city's quiet now, but last night was - "
"I told you, I'm fine. I've got some stories to tell you, though, when we meet up again." He wouldn't see it, but Karen was sporting a small smile as she recalled her unexpected encounter.
Nicco paused for a bit, knowing that that last line usually meant Karen wanted to talk about something regarding her 'other job'. "...Alright, then. It's good to hear from you - though I would've preferred you called sooner. You take care of yourself now, okay? Don't exert yourself too much - "
"Yes, Dad."
Karen could practically hear Nicco rolling his eyes, and she giggled faintly. "I'm serious, Karen. Stay safe."
"You too," Karen replied, before hanging up. She lowered her arm, walking over to the couch and slowly sitting down beside the sleeping Megan. Once again, she couldn't help but smile as she looked at the Martian. ...Things just got interesting - in more ways than one.
edited 6th Nov '12 5:42:20 PM by Demovere
The Blue Beetle observed the 22nd Century Studios building from above.
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!Jack Ryder now had a vice-like grip around his arm, and Darkholme was levelling don't-you-blackmail-ME glare at him. "Send them in!" she shouted to the two men without turning.
Avalanche and Pyro nodded, and lead the entire group into the garage. Darkholme took Avalanche and Pyro over to one corner, and exchanged whispered words, then she made for the door of the small room. "Keep the 'security' outside the door," she said, "They're welcome to come in if they hear any screaming." With that, she lead Jack and the camera crew inside, and closed the door behind them.
From above the defunct studio building, Blue Beetle could see both the office block and the large sound studio. Mysterio was currently inside the sound studio.
And a Strange Figure Emerges.The Blue Beetle landed a couple of blocks away, materialized a trench coat and a hat to disguise himself, and walked into the sound studio.
edited 7th Nov '12 8:26:22 AM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Guess it does..." He reached in his briefcase and retrieved a small wooden box with a small brass turn handle and he walked over Wesleigh's side "A good luck charm, I made it in school, its a music box" He handed it to her "You need my luck more than I do"
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.

"Maybe, I don't know. They got... kinda weird in the last week. They haven't made much sense at all. Like last night, I was in some castle room, filled with monsters. This skinny goth guy was fighting some sort of demon thing, only they were fighting with words and ideas rather than anything else. I... I really don't know anymore."
Gimme yer lunch money, dweeb.