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[microbrobotics]

[ SO IS EVERYONE HYPE TO GET AWAY FROM HORRIBLE BUG THINGS??? Because that is what is happening at the end of all this. The portal leads back to an island in the middle of the bay, but from there it's a quick helicopter ride (thanks Fred) back to San Fransokyo proper.

Bad news: Jerry-rigging the portal was supposed to be temporary, so actually getting everyone back to THEIR worlds is gonna take time.

Good news: The Hamadas have an insanely rich (and nerdy) friend with a mansion who is hype for having all these weirdos stay until the Hamadas can get the portal calibrated properly.

More good news: San Fransokyo is pretty awesome and Aunt Cass is surprisingly game about a crowd of people showing up in the middle of the night. There's wings with sauce hot enough to melt your face and also ramen.

Ghost news???: So ... what happened to those dead people anyway?

Whatever, let's have a party. There's plenty of food and a warm restaurant and an adorable aunt who is very happy to see both her nephews and all their weird new friends. ]

(( ENDGAME PARTY POST let's goof off and has threads to unwind after the big battle. ))

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[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro in particular is going to go ditch his armor in the garage before he goes back to the restaurant part of the Hamada home - anyone want a tour of all their high tech toys? ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Clover does!! She's following him in so she can put away these ridiculous knee pads, too, except she's too busy gaping at everything to find out where those are supposed to go.]

Coooooool...

[microbrobotics]

Yeah? Nice, isn't it?

[vanillain]

[So does Cassius!]

This stuff is incredible...

...but are you sure this city is called San Fransokyo?

[microbrobotics]

[ lookit all these robot drawings and 3D printers ]

... Uh, yeah? What else would it be called?

[fourleafcleaver]

Did you guys see those bombs?!

[Apparently Clover has decided that sitting still is for nerds, because she keeps bouncing out of her seat, sitting back down to chomp on a hot wing, waving her hands around, bouncing around in her seat some more, and jumping right out of it again; repeat ad infinitum. Being alive is SO EXCITING, you guys!!!] That was so cool! We were all awesome out there!

[HAND OUT, LEANING OVER THE TABLE FOR A HIGH-FIVE, DON'T LEAVE HER HANGING]

[vanillain]

[Returns a proper high-five this time! A greasy hot-wing-fingers high-five.]

Kicking thorax and taking names!

[steel_over_blood]

[ HIGH-FIVE ]

That was quick thinking! Not to mention gutsy for someone without special powers backing them up!

[ Okay so he missed a lot of it due to being busy murdering Clover's fake brother, but there's been enough chatter on the subject for him to get the general idea of what went down. And he is honestly very impressed. ]

[thefinaltarget]

Sorry I couldn't be more help. Those things took my gun, and I didn't want to risk dying a sixth time.

[...seventh? Nah.]

[defenceservice]

[some of us went mad and killed a couple of people and would prefer to brood in a corner of the room for now]

[thepawfectcrime]

[ I'm not brooding. I'm just sitting here with a dour expression, contemplating my sins. ]

[microbrobotics]

[ gggglaring at you guys a little ]

Don't get too comfortable. You guys are going straight to the police station after this.

[lifescratched]

[Connor has no idea where in the US they're supposed to be, or when. He can only guess this is a time when the thirteen newly-independent colonies had expanded far beyond into new territories, because he's never heard of San Fransokyo.

Instead of pondering the mysteries of over two hundred years of history, though, Connor decides to try the food.

... And promptly chokes on how hot the wings are. Why would anyone make food this spicy.]

[microbrobotics]

[ sorry Connor, laughing at you a little ]

Good, right?

[steel_over_blood]

[ And that's why you watch everyone else eat before you fall into a chow ambush. ]

Try the noodles - they're salty, but not salty enough to bite you back.

[thefinaltarget]

[The spice is nothing for Lynne. No amount of pain will get between her and sweet, sweet chicken.]

You might want to take it a little slower.

[backdrafted]

[at least these kids got home safe =( ]

[microbrobotics]

[ coming over later...]

Roy?

[weeabird]

[Enjoying a nice, hot bowl of traditional Californian ramen.]

[thefaceofjustice]

There you are, Prosecutor Blackquill! I'm glad you made it through! I almost stayed back there to look for you.

[Drops into the seat next to him.]

[microbrobotics]

[ isn't it tasty. Aunt Cass keeps extra hot sauce bottles on the side for that San Fransokyo kick. ]

You look better.

[imfine222too]

Aaah! This hits the spot!

[steel_over_blood]

[ Bulat has a hearty appetite at the best of times, and this is after a few days of involuntary fasting. He's steadily working his way through the ramen stocks, with occasional forays into the wings out of sheer bullheaded machismo. God, why. Why. His sinuses have never been clearer in his life. ]

...Okay, okay, I need to ask. Are people in this country immune to that burning sensation?

[ Seriously look at them over there chowing down like it ain't no thing, that's terrifying. ]

[very_bad_end]

[gingerly trying to eat hot wings with fork and knife :|a]

Mm. They're a little too hot, really...

[fourleafcleaver]

Psshhh. [picks up a hot wing with her BARE HANDS and just CHOMPS ON IT!!! wow clover aren't you hardcore] You guys act like you've never had anything spicier than a loaf of bread in your lives.