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[galwonder]

Metropolis is the biggest, highest populated, most important functioning city in the world. It also, right now, isn't much of a fucntioning sity - the police are pushed to their limits, the population is higher than it can really support and its economy is crazy thanks to a distinct lack of anywhere to trade with. Crime is higher than it used to be in Gotham.

Which provides a lot for a young crime fighter to do. And Sparrow is after a drug ring specialising in Ruhipnol and other, related sedatives.

So she's not Sparrow right now. Her shades are off, her outfit is stashed, and the only equipment she's carrying is that which she could cover in the pockets of her big yellow coat.

She's undercover on the streets of Metropolis.

[OOC: Still open to new threads! They just will ALL take place before the Sylar thread for obvious reasons]

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since Momiji - this Momiji, at least - found himself stuck as a rabbit. And he can't remember ever waking up as one, but, today, this is exactly what's happened. Just squirming out from underneath the covers had proved a very fearful adventure. And, as if things couldn't get any worse...he hasn't turned back.

Not after the usual five or so minutes of waiting idly on his bed. Not after another fifteen. By the time his internal clock told him he was probably approaching the half-hour mark, he was in something of a panic.

Which is why, now, there's a little, white-furred rabbit hopping through Hogwarts in an awful hurry. Maybe there'll be someone who can explain why a curse he thought was broken is suddenly reasserting itself like mad. Though, with his luck, he thinks, he'll probably turn back in the middle of the hall, a mile or two away from his clothes.

Not a good morning, overall.

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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

The jet is complete. The jedi meditation is going well. The jetpack has been stripped down, confirmed to be sound, and lovingly reassembled. (And his arm, it should be noted, has been bandaged and slung up and no longer looks like something tried to bite it off.)

Stevie needs a new project, and he needs one now.

Fortunately for his attention span, he has found one, in the shape of... well. If the narration told you that, it would have to kill you. Suffice it to say that it involves an awful lot of illustrated anatomy textbooks, all currently open to the lungs and heart. And that he still has that thousand-yard stare, but that he's now directing it at the pages of notes and sketches all over the kitchen table, and chewing on a pencil and muttering to himself.

Come bother him!

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[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

"Shit shit shit!" Jessica tumbles down into the tunnels, clutching her "shopping" bags tightly.

There are things. She is pretty sure they are real things. And they are CREEPY.

It is time for more "hiding in the tunnels and hoping they don't go anywhere dark."