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Thursday, November 3, 2011 Derek glanced up as the door opened. Behind it was his father holding his cellphone. "Derek?" he said. "Hey Dad. What's up?" "Phone for you. It's Starbucks." "Really?" Derek set his book down and stood to take the offered phone. "Hello?" he said. ["Hello. This is Kyle Ross. I manage the Starbucks over at Willowbrook Mall. I'm calling about the application you submitted."] "Oh! Hello. Yes, I filed online." ["Yes you did. Now, in response to that, I'd like to schedule an interview with you. Say, this Saturday at around ten A.M.?"] Derek's spirits lifted at the prospect of an interview, but hearing the offered

Monday, October 24, 2011 Derek (Amelia) sighed. "So that's it, then. I'm going as an X-Man, only a girl." "Yeah. We just need to get some things." "Wait a minute. I'm not going out there to get fitted for girl clothes!" "I didn't say you had to. I'll just pick up a yellow-and-black T-shirt or something that looks like an X-Men uniform. Here, I said you could pick my costume, so if you don't like it, you'll have plenty of chances for revenge." Derek knew the agreement, but he still didn't like it. But there was something else on his mind. He kept it to himself for now, though. "So, while we're at it," asked Lauren, "you find anything els

Janice Ganey. A respectable woman. Polite. Serious. Focused. Organized. Attractive in a businessy kind of way, whatever that meant. Not very ambitious when it comes to rising up the corporate ladder, but she always knew exactly when everything was happening in her company. Every business deal, every board meeting, every phone call, every form, every bill, everything. Many would argue that she was the backbone of the entire company. The perfect secretary. The first thing she did when she got home was strip to her skivvies and slump on the couch like a drunk. "God, how did I get this job?" she asked nobody (well, depending on whether or not h

Current to Episode 8 (latest appearance) Name: Warp Secret Identity: unknown Age: 31 Gender: Male Abilities: Teleportation; reorientation between teleports Weaknesses: Momentum (a function of mass and velocity) is conserved between teleportations, as is direction; falling head first and then teleporting to be oriented feet first results in falling feet first, rather than moving upwards. Birthplace: Dallas, TX, USA Power Origin: Gift from Outside Source (The Entity) Power Type: Physical Likes: Showing off, being hammy, money, things going his way Dislikes: Bills, politics, hiding, people that piss him off, his older brother Favorit

Derek awoke to music in an unfamiliar room, and with a soreness on his back. "What happened?" he said groggily. Of course, hearing his voice was a girl's voice was enough to clue him in on a few things. Well, no point in complaining, he thought to himself, sitting up. He looked over at Lauren's alarm clock, which he realized wasn't what was making noise. There was her cellphone playing some orchestrated music he didn't recognize. It was black, but then most cellphones he'd seen were either that or pink, so it wasn't a big deal. For a moment, he wondered about getting his own cellphone. Mr. Swanson had been surprised Derek didn't have one,

"Take care of Tropius for me, will ya?" said Sean. It was a speech he'd said dozens of times in the last couple of days, but he felt like repeating it. "Sure," said Jeff, taking the PokéBall from the machine and fastening it on his belt. He approached the door, then stopped and looked back. Sean was lingering behind, looking solemn at the PokéBall he'd gotten in exchange. "Do you think they mind?" the Hoenn boy said to Jeff solemnly. "I...never really thought about it, but you know what's going to happen to them, right?" Jeff nodded. "And... Do they know what's going to happen to them?" Jeff shook his head this time. Sean

Koraaaaaaah Mataaaaaaah. KORAAAAAAAH RAHTAMAAAAAAAH! Shocked into the waking world by the alarm, Kate clamped her ears shut with her hands until the choir stopped. Once the low strings began, she opened her eyes and saw her oversized surroundings. Her feelings of fear and trepidation matched the music for a bit, even as yesterday's events came back to her, until she remembered when Olivia stepped in. The music started to get louder as Kate yawned and stretched, then crawled out of the mitten that she'd briefly assumed was a fluffy sleeping bag. She stood up, marveling for a bit that she was small enough to fit in a glove. First thing's fir