The Fortress, Sarah's London, Saturday

[electrocynic]

It had been decided Sarah wasn't going to the picnic. By Sarah. Because she felt she got the best quality decisions when she made them all by herself. New kids could just as well meet her during office hours next week. She wasn't portaling back and forth for that. Or the free food, even.

So, she'd already been here for a while. They'd gotten back from the retreat – finally, thank Christ – late last night, and she'd slept in, done some shopping, then retreated to the only place in London that really mattered: the Fortress.

And now she was standing outside in the street, smoking as she waited.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boys!]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton was still under the delusion that he'd been the only one asking Sparks here, so he was looking just a little twitchy as he approached.

Bad week. The second, yeah. He was going to give up being miserable for lent, or something.

"So you didn't miss much," he called.

Sometime way, way later...

[suitably_heroic]

There had been drinks. Then there had been more drinks. Then there'd been some asshole called Devlin, apparently, after which there had been more drinks.

Atton wasn't sure who'd brought out the karaoke set, beyond the fact that it wasn't him. But space, watching a bunch of superheroes bouncing around excitedly to the latest by Lady somethingsomething was definitely... something.

"I should go again," he muttered into his glass. "Should I go again?"