Uranus has the best back scratch potential in this entire solar system; no lie.

Jagged diamondy brittly stands, scratches the bull out of the shit. Pretty great.

Crash landing into mountains, less great.

But pain as a natural deterrent against doing reckless things is a valid response to things sure. Finding out about what happens when one does the cha cha mid flight is a limited range of stupidity.

Only young for like, ever. And a half.

Possibly a whole quarter. Stranger things have happened.

Getting portals between rocks only hits like the 3rd wildest thing I’ve found out in the last month…

There is a holiday around the custom of painted barbecues launched at Scarecrows is a worthy number 1 sure. Just, really long week to still be hungover.

The sweet solace of my own space is an interesting skew on getting bored. 

Recovery is nice and all, spiritually and physically. Just crawling into the detailed work of CPTSD.

That might have a lot to do with why I’m being blackmailed with food of special preparation and exceptionally delicious.

They knew how to work me; fix up the containment fields and let power develop unfettered. 

Not a bad trade, means I can figure out how to build ones for the grown ups.

Monitoring the rate of development in this world's supers is of zero relevance to anything.

I just refuse to knowingly create something that will break in 5 minutes.

So, a few 6 hour shifts a week at the Foster Center Orchards something or another. Madam V the Nurse who got stuck on my watch seems to have a knack for hosting tired S class powered. Everyone around her radius got a little zing going on, according to the bots.

Makes me wonder what kind of deals went into keeping this peace over here; not judging.

Just, mildly curious how someone without notable physical powers worked out all the quiet.

Madam pulled off not letting me out of the city's site (ish). something about being worried for my mental health or some shit like that. 

Go figure, watch everyone I know love and care about dying and being driven to destroying the rotten carcass that used to be my universe because it was fucked from a bio weapon but sure just dandy.

These people however selflessly helped me and care about bits and pieces. Honoring that, feels like a life narrative worth something.