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[eagletears]

Testing.

All current transported residents, Anchor City.

Attempting headcount. Please respond with identity and statistics if possible.

Warmest appreciation for your invaluable support. We are stronger together.

     Captain Steve Rogers.

Comments

[psijudge]

[Well, now or never time, Cassandra.]

I can find things out. Hear thoughts.

[That and some other things, but she's going to keep the more...freaky parts to herself for now. Mutants back home weren't exactly loved. Or even tolerated.]

The war. Worldwide nuclear war. Mega City One is the Eastern Seaboard.

[eagletears]

You're psychic? That's new.

I'm guessing you're from the future, or an alternate reality of some kind.

It never ends, does it?

[psijudge]

It's new where I'm from, too.

[Born that close to one of the rad-walls? Yeah, mutations were still cropping up.]

My job doesn't. There's. A lot of crime.

[eagletears]

Sounds handy.

Your service is appreciated.

[psijudge]

It can be. Sometimes.

[Less than handy growing up being able to hear every creep and pervert's thoughts playing through your head with no way to turn it off.]

Don't mention it. I just want to get back home.

Things I never thought I'd say. :)

[eagletears]

I know the feeling.

We'll figure it out.

[psijudge]

I hope you're right.

Any idea why they'd pick us?

[She has theories: a mutant, a psychic, but she's not sure she's right. It could be random, for all she knows, just a casual scoop of people. ]