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Nova City Honors Anniversary of Deadly Shooting With Burke Memorial
By Jo Medina
08/08/2011 *** via United Powered Press
6 years ago

House Rep Silva Elected to Senate, Swears to Uphold Traction For Powered Rights
By Connor Hahn
11/06/2012 *** via United Powered Press
5 years ago

10th Annual Nova City Power Rally Ends In Violent Riot -- 94 Injured, 203 Arrested
By Norris Mills
06/08/2013 *** via United Powered Press
4 years ago

Five Years Ago: The Power Activists Who Continue After Losing Titans of Movement
By Jo Medina
06/13/2015 *** via United Powered Press
2 years ago

Senator Silva, Actor Reggie Dare, Powered Activists Call For Return of Nova City Power Rally Despite Violent Opposition
By Macie Kemp
03/21/2016 *** via United Powered Press
1 year ago

* * *

Moira Burke stepped off the bus from the airport and waved at the driver as she went about her day. The gates of Tiedemann Academy loomed tall before her, and she walked over to the intercom and pressed the button.

“Name please.”

“Moira Burke. I should be on the new students list.”

“Hmm...ah, there you are. The gates should be opening now. Will you need assistance getting to the front door?”

“No, thank you, I'll be good to walk.”

“Very well, Miss Burke, we'll see you at the front desk. Welcome to Tiedemann Academy.”

Moira turned to the gate, which was indeed opening, and took a deep breath as she adjusted her carry-on bag back onto her shoulder. The rest of her luggage should be arriving later that day, but a year of living full-time with Charlie Rex had taught Moira to never trust airport baggage check. She'd packed enough in her carry-on to last a day or two.

The familiar ring of her phone came from Moira’s pocket, and she fished it out to answer as she stepped inside the gates.

“This is Moira.”

“And this is her mother, wondering if she arrived safely.”

Moira rolled her eyes.

“I texted you when my plane landed. Just got to the academy.”

“Have you checked in yet?”

“No Mom, I have to make it to the front door to do that.”

Barbara huffed on the other line and Moira laughed as she heard her half-sister running around in the background chanting some commercial jingle. Barbara hushed at Jessalyn before talking back into the phone.

“Moira, dear, I know you're seventeen now and a year living with your uncles has given you all kinds of freedom, but you're never too old for me to worry about you.”

Moira laughed as she imagined her mother scolding her clients like that in her fancy lawyer suit, and she moved the phone to her left hand so she could steady her bag with her right as she walked down the main drive.

“Yes Mom, you always make sure I remember that. Did I not listen to you when you said I shouldn't go to college two years early?”

Barbara sighed over the line.

“You did, dearest. I couldn't imagine that my stress levels could have handled it, sending my daughter through high school graduation and college orientation all before you're able to drive. You've always been too smart for your own good, you know.”

“Yeah yeah, Uncle Owen says the same thing. You two should compare notes so you at least have something new to say.”

“That's bordering close to back-talk, dearest. Don't get off to a bad start on your first day.”

Moira rolled her eyes again.

“Only for you, Mom. Now I've got to go! I want to enjoy the scenery. Soak in the moment.”

“Alright fine, go enjoy your new adventure without dear old mom. But don't think I won't check on you later.”

“I have no doubt. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too, dearest.”

Moira ended the call and shoved her phone back into her jacket pocket, sighing with relief to be off the phone with her mother. It felt weirder every day, to talk to her as if they were still close. She stopped to look around at the trees that stretched around her like a canopy over the road, letting the sunlight filter in through the leaves. Her old habit of twisting her father's wedding band on her thumb kept her nerves at bay, and Moira took a deep breath.

Her new adventure, right.

* * *

Conversation with “Tory ❤️”

Moira B: Mom called me

Tory MR: Oh shit, Mama Barb already on the prowl

Moira B: >.> thank you for your continued support

Tory MR: lol u know i love you
Tory MR: OH SHIT HOWS THE NEW SCHOOL

Moira B: Just got here
Moira B: You could know more if you let me tell you what school

Tory MR: NO
Tory MR: THE ELEMENT OF SUSPENSE IS CRUCIAL
Tory MR: >.<

Moira B: yeah okay, whatever you say

Tory MR: how dare you :0
Tory MR: But really tho
Tory MR: You doing okay?

Moira B: Yeah, I'll be fine. Been twisting Dad’s ring a lot but I'm adjusting

Tory MR: Good
Tory MR: You should enjoy the new place
Tory MR: Wherever it is

Moira B: Thanks
Moira B: What about your new place?

Tory MR: It's dope
Tory MR: Real classy, feels like I'm in one of those comic book schools
Tory MR: Like we'll get matching super suits or something
Tory MR: Director comes out with a bald head at orientation
Tory MR: That kinda stuff

Moira B: Hella
Moira B: But Tory
Moira B: Please tell me you're not actually getting a super suit

Tory MR: Nah, they're not ready for this yet
Tory MR: I'd overwhelm them with my brilliance

Moira B: Naturally

Tory MR: Ok but for really real

Moira B: Please don’t ask if I’m okay again
Moira B: I'm fine
Moira B: I promise
Moira B: Would calling later help?

Tory MR: >.> I'm the one checking on you, buttface

Moira B: Super Buttface

Tory MR: Mega Buttface

Moira B: President Buttface

Tory MR: SUPREME OVERLORD BUTTFACE, MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE

Moira B: Damn

Tory MR: get rekt
Tory MR: But yeh, call me when you're settled
Tory MR: Or before
Tory MR: Hit me up on that speed dial

Moira B: u know it

Tory MR: yeh

Moira B: yeh

Tory MR: yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhh

Moira B: Tory I swear

Tory MR: You can't beat me at my own game, young grasshopper
Tory MR: Get on my level

Moira B: Nobody is on your level
Moira B: You buttface

Tory MR: BOI
Tory MR: Don't try me!

Moira B: See you say that
Moira B: But I don't see retaliation
Moira B: What's the truth Tory

Tory MR: Your face is the truth

Moira B: Damn

Tory MR: Ah shit
Tory MR: Qiana got back and she's upset
Tory MR: Flapping too, really hope we unpacked her sensory stuff
Tory MR: But the staff here knows she’s autistic so that should help
Tory MR: Brb gonna check on her

Moira B: No worries
Moira B: And that’s really awesome! I hope that makes it easier for Qi to feel comfortable there
Moira B: Tell her I say hi

Tory MR: Will do
Tory MR: And don't forget to call me
Tory MR: I mean it!

Moira B: roger roger