1073/Don't Work Too Late

Don't Work Too Late
Date of Scene:	21 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Vector, Dragonfly (Arazello)

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Vector has posed:
    At this time of night nearly all the local restaurants are closed, the burger stands are gone, taco trucks have rolled away, and the diners are empty. One such diner- a fairly nice place where the prices mysteriously drop after ten and the waitresses are dating nicely dressed young men with LexCorp logs on their shirts almost to a woman. The decore is nice enough, the people are friendly, and everything is in fantastic repair.
    So this is where food happens when one doesn't wish to drive home, grab a cab, or fly. At least it's quiet and there's plenty of food. Liz, hoowever, does draw the wrong sort of atttention. Shes swearing slightly, and a little pale- something that is starkly noticeable given herdarker skin tone. She also walks with a slightly stilted gait. It's more htan just being bone weary, clearly. She flashes the waitress a smile and then takes a deep breath as she slides into a booth near a window to look out at the street.
    This late the LexCorp lab is empty. Even the janitor went home, as it happens. There are, of course, a couple security guards patroling the facility but it isn't like they keep the prototypes here for the most part. From this side of the building the most visible thing is the LexCorp Credit Union building, gleaming with lights on in the windows and television screens playing advertisements entreating even non-employees to leave their money with LexCorp.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Nancy, skin slightly less dark than Liz, but still noticably not quite the media norm, steps into the diner herself, looking bone-weary and barely able to stand from fatigue. Her nose is in a LexOS tablet projecting diagrams at high speed across its surface while her tired mind strives to keep up. Still, she's dressed the part and she has the all-important LexCorp dogtag on, so she's greeted cordially by the staff, something she barely notices, who discreetly try to get her past Liz to an empty table in the corner while darting suspicious glances at the speedster.
    It doesn't work.
    "Oh, hey, Liz!" Nancy says as she looks up from her pad like she's coming up for air briefly before diving into the depths of the information ocean she carries. "I almost didn't see you there!" To the consternation of the server she slips into the booth next to Liz. "This seat taken?" she asks cheekily.

Vector has posed:
    "Yeah, but the dude who was sitting there doesn't need the seat anyway." Liz waves off the question and takes a deep breath. She shifts her weight and then takes a deep breath and then tilting her head as she considers the woman. The waitress is flashed a fvery polite smile and then ignored utterly.
    "Getting off work as late as I am? You really need to work on your sleep habits," Liz drawls, though there's a quiet grin to accompany her words. "How are you, Nancy?"
    Elizabeth can't help bouncing slightly, twisting in her seat and twitching her fingers, unable to be entirely still even for an instant. Grey eyes drift off toward the LexCorp buildings nearby and she sucks in a slow breath. This is held for a long moment and then carefully exhaled.
    "Caught up in your work?"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Yes, I think so. We've finally figured out how to get the induction field working without exploding. So the next step is ... and I'm talking shop after hours after stupid amounts of overtime oh God am I pathetic!" Nancy chuckles. "Let's talk about what the sun looks like. At least what it's rumoured to look like. I haven't seen it in so long I don't remember anything except warm yellow."

Vector has posed:
    "I've heard it's so bright thaat if you look at it it could actually hurt your eyes." Liz shudders at this, shaking her head. "So glad I don't go out when that crazy ball of fire is in the sky." Then she smiles briefly at nancy and glances around the restaurant again. A waitress comes by and Liz orders a coca-cola as menus are laid out.
    The LCCU building behind them goes dark. Lights out at 1:15, apparently.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Give me the greasiest burger-like thing you've got," Nancy says to the waitress. "And then whatever you've got that has chocolate in at least two different forms, perhaps more, for dessert." She smiles at the waitress without even looking at the menu. "And no fries. I'm watching my figure," she adds.
    Beat.
    "Maybe a side salad."
    She turns to Liz. "So how's life in the fast lane?" she asks with an ironic twinkle in her eye. "Keeping yourself together?"

Vector has posed:
    "Oh, you know. Cops tried to pull me over for speeding but there's no actuall speed limit on the books for foot traffic." Liz shrugs at thaat, her subdued smile remaining on those thing pink lips while she briefly studies Nancy again. The waitress looks nonplussed at the moment but she nods.
    "I'll take.. Three of those big sampler appetizer plaates you do," Liz offers, arching a brow. The woman looks skeptical but she writes the order down. As the waitress wanders away Elizabeth notes to Nancy, "Cheaper than ordering five meals but just as much food." She shrugs.
    After a second the speedster twists in her seat and frowns, looking over her shoulder and out the window. "Don't the lights always stay on over there? Like, to deter robbers and stuff. That's kinda weird. Doesn't look like a blackout."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "You know, I've never actually stayed out here this late before. I mean out HERE. I've slept over in the lab to nurse experiments. And ... yeah, inside they kept the lights on everywhere except the sleep pods."
    Nancy looks over at the building, brow furrowed, voice now fully awake. "Why are they turning them off now?"

Vector has posed:
    "They wouldn't be," Liz responds slowly. She frowns, tilting her head slightly as she scans the Credit Union again. "And why are the lights only off at the bank?" She is already coming to her feet. Slowly, easily. A deep breath is taken.
    "I should maybe take a look..." Liz actually waits for Nancy to reply before taking off.
    Really, it's a marked change.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Uh, yeah, let me come with you," Nancy suggests. "You go ahead, I'll come in soon."
    She looks over at the waitress, "Hold those orders for a bit. We'll be back soon. Something we've got to check out."
    She then heads to the door on the heels of Liz, quickly looking around for a place to change that won't hurt anybody or damage anything important.

Vector has posed:
    The breeze is palpable throughout the restaurant. The waitress actually loses her pamphlet of notes and glowers at the doorway that is still rattling from Liz's passage. She's hardly even a blur, crossing the street with that sort of raw speed. Still, Nancy can follow the young woman's passage.
    The blur trendsd toward blue as it zips through the parking lot, circles the LLCU building once, and then comes to a stop beside the front doors. Liz is resting doubled over with her hands on her knees as she squints at the lock.
    "I can't- get in without trying to do something insane. Either smash it or- go through the walls," Liz will offer when Nancy joins her. She frowns. "And there's the camera. Little late though."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly lands beside the speedster. "What camera?" she asks, as the camera rips out of its mount and drops to the floor. A slight smirk. "Oops. Seems something happened to it. Coast is clear." She looks over puzzled. "What do you mean by "go through"? You want me to smash a hole for you to get inside?" She cocks a fist, ready to do just that if Liz confirms. "Or ... maybe there's a better way in up on the roof."

Vector has posed:
    "Well... There's this thing I heard the Flash can do but I've never tried," Liz responds seriously, squinting at the door while she does. "You are gonna want to stand back," she adds then, tilting her head.
    After a second Elizabeth continues sheepishly with,"Don't know if we wnat to go smashing it and setting off all the alarms before we know anything is in there. I guess we could run away, but- still." She shrugs at that statement. "Well, here goes."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonly steps back. Then for good measure takes to the air, watching Liz. "OK, I'm clear. I think," she calls from above, about five metres in the air. "Of course even if you explode you won't really hurt me," she adds in a teasing tone of voice. "I'm pretty much indestructible."
    The tone is underscored by a hint of concern.
    "Do be careful," she adds. "My savings are in there."

Vector has posed:
    Liz takes a deep breath and holds it. Then she starts to vibrate. Slowly enough to be seen, then faster until she's just a blur again- but going from side to side, not streaking off in some unknown direction. Then she simply steps through the door to the other side without even touching it.
    "...Woah," the woman gasps, doubling over immediately and even stumbling a step or two as she tries to catch herself. Afterward, however, Liz turns and offers Dragonfly a thumbs up before moving to unlock the door to the bank and press it open.
    "Think the camera you broke might have been down after all. This place is completely dead," Liz observes as she gestures for the flying superhero to come join her. "Okay, so..."
    Liz quickly moves to take shelter behind an armchair placed in the little waiting area, gesturing to her ear and then pointing over toward a rug at the middle of the bank floor, between the cubicles and the registers.
    A clattering is heard from... Beneath?

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I think that's my cue?" Dragonfly says, floating toward the indicated space, peering at the rug from ceiling height. She mutters something to herself, lowering herself to the floor without touching it, listening carefully. Very carefully the rug starts to lift, slowly, in stages, the flying woman stopping and straining her ears every so often trying to hear what's going on.
    "Shall I smash down?" she mouths Liz's way.

Vector has posed:
    "I don't know. I mean, they have to come up to get anything, right? Shouldn't we try to minimize he damage we do to the Credit Union...?" Liz is askign this a bit hurriedly. She peers at the rug as well, blinking. It bounces a few times. Thump thump.
    The clattering becomes a rumble. Muttered voices can be heard. "Well, e's right. We'r e almost there. Step lively'n we we get up there, alarms'll trip in a little after we start. Should prolly keep quiet to be safe."
    "S'not like there's anyone up there after dark anyhow..."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Hoo boy are these guys about to have an unpleasant surprise. Dragonfly hovers at the ceiling right above where the noise is loudest, her face set in a feral grin as she awaits the people penetrating the floor. She quickly gestures Liz's way with complicated signs that utterly fail to communicate anything except that something is happening, it's happening soon, and she's looking forward to it.
    The rug jolts upward as some kind of digging tool gets caught up in it, twisting it and snarling. Some cursing from underneath follows as the tool is retracted, unsnarled and then the hole is carefully widened, the rug being laboriously pushed to one side.

Vector has posed:
    Liz is watching this with a blank stare. Her brows furrow as she goes through the process of tryign to figure out exactly what Dragonfly is gesturing. Then the girl takes off. She disappears in a blur of movement, leaving the woman to cofnront the people on the far side of the rug.
    It's two men and a woman wearing dirty yellow hard hats and confused expressions. They're all rather sooty at best, with complexiosn that are difficult to clearly tell thanks to all the digging. Concrete dust lins the hoel they've dug.
    "Now what in tarnation... Who are you and what're you doing in here? Also... Why're the lights out?"
    "Was THAT what that line we cut coming up was?"
    "You cut the goddanged POWER?!"
    "Thereforemost mole person turns to the other twoand they start to bicker loudly over over the power lines.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly steps down from the ceiling, landing as if having walked down a single stair.
    "I think," she says, her voice saccharine sweet, "that you need to stop bickering now and perhaps start instead with explanations. Quick ones. Ones that preferably include reasons why I shouldn't just pick you up and carry you straight over to the security compound for processing and handing over to the police."
    As threats go it's not bad. Voice has a reasonable blend of steel and silk. The self-assurance is sound. The problem is ... Barbie dolls just don't come across as threatening. Even if they wear sunglasses. At night.
    "So which way are we going to do this?" she asks.

Vector has posed:
    Their leader liftsa finger and points at Dragonfly, bursting into laughter. "Get a load o' this one. You see her, Sue? She's hilarious. Startin' to think she might not even know who we is." The raucous laughter spreads between the group and they move to flank their leader at the front of the cavern.
    "Should probably get out of our way, honey. CLave this to the dults." Perhaps surprisingly it's Sue that does the dismissin, the short, plump Molewoman blinking as she studies Draognfly from head to toe. This is when Liz returns.
    "SO, like. I went to try to look up what you were saying," Liz start,s coming in carrying a book on American Sign Language and others as well a a book of military codes. She holds it up and is reading from it as she moves.
    "I can't find what you were trying to gesture to me... here?" Lizzy slowly looks up adn blinks at all of those present. "O-oh.. Hello," she calls out quietly.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I was trying," Dragonfly says, "to signal that they were coming soon. I ... didn't really know how to signal that so I did the American thing of talking loudly, but in this case signing grandiloquently."
    She gestures toward the Molepeople.
    "As you can see, we have guests." 'Sue' rises into the air and slowly turns upside down while Dragonfly continues talking. "I'm not sure what we should do. Do we pound them, destroy their stuff, and take their battered and bruised bodies to security? Or do we just wrap it up quickly without the fun part?"
    Sue drops head-first into the ground.
    "What do you think?" she asks the Molepeople, looking over at them. "How do you want this to go?"

Vector has posed:
    "Oh. Well, then what did I run all the way to the Barnes and Noble cafe and bookstore, buy a coffee, get bored waiting, make a coffee, spit it out because I made the wrong one, demand a new coffee, run back here to go to the Cafe because I forgot my wallet on the table, grab an old lady out of a crosswalk because of an oncoming truck, change my shirt-" It's blue now, by the way-"-And then run all the way back here for?" Liz asks, shakign her head slowly. She shrugs her shoulders at that and finally takes a deep breath.
    "Let's be nice to them. I mean, we're heroes. We shouldn't hurt nonconsenting, harmless nutjobs." Breathing a sigh Lizzy approaches the hole and peers at the people inside. "You really should surrender," she noted boredly.
    The tunnel walls are dropping bits of dust. When Sue smashes into one it actually rumbles and shudders, not enjoying the added kinetic impact.
    "Now wait a second. No one does that to my Sue! Put 'er down!" The remaining two molepeople are readying their tools for a fight with the Dragonfly!

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly does as she is told. Quite literally.
    "You are filthy, have the fashion sense of a blind mole, and are an incompetent criminal," she says, putting Sue down quite eloquently. She then lets Sue go, keeping to the spirit as well as letter. She takes off her sunglasses and stares at the remaining pair with her unblinking bug eyes.
    "Was that enough?" she asks, "Or do you want me to put her down some more. I'm sure I can speculate on her ancestry and, specifically, her father's incestuous relationship with the family dog who became her mother."

Vector has posed:
    "Wait a second! My mama was a good woman who worked hard tae take care o' her two kids and she was SICK! You take that back." Sue is already scrambling back to her feet. The other mole people are looking back and forth at eachother and nodding in agreement.
    Shovels are readied. One of them pikcsu p the stange gigantic drill they'd been using it and revvs the drill bit. It's unwieldy enoguh that they stumble around, waving the weapon around hphazardly. They drag the bladed through one of the stone walls, throwing more diert and dusty apart the already shaky hole.
    Now everyone is raising their voices and gesticulating as they angrily go o n aboutr how great Mama Mole was. She must have been a criminal raising, cancer stricken, diabetic, paraplegic saint, this Mama of theirs.
    Liz simply stares.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Would you WATCH where you're waving that thing you thick plank!?" Dragonfly asks, replacing her sunglasses and stepping forward. She grabs the drill--by the bit--and pulls it. Her grip quickly stops the bit from spinning. The torque does not magically go away, however, leaving it two places to go: into the air as the wielder lets it go, or into the body of the wielder as it spins him around. His choice.
    "You keep hitting this tunnel wall," she scolds the others, hitting it with her fist for emphasis, "and we're going to have a collapse here!"
    The hole was never particularly well-cut, seeing as it was for a quick in-and-out job. The overzealous gesticulation with a massive drill weakened it more. So what happens when a woman who doesn't know her own strength hammers into its already flimsy sides?...

Vector has posed:
    With a shudder the collapse begins. But not just the tunnel. No, the entire branch floor luches and begins to sink into the hole that used to be its foundation. There had been space left for the construction of a full basement. Desks and computers slide down the now inclined floor and collapse into it with a crash. A pink haired troll doll and a '#1 Dad' mug roll off never to be seen again. That is when Liz springs into action.
    As the equally confused and dismayed Mole Family are tumblng backward to be crushedi n the debris Liz springs into motion. She runs past each of them, gathering up the cords from various electronics and using those as impromptu ties to restrain the hapless criminals. She picks up Sue and conveys her out the front door first beforee zipping back to recover her brother, Bart.
    "You are *heavy*," the woman mutters, haking her head as she staggers beneth dad and his heavy pack. Once they are all in a heap and tied up Liz comes back for Dragonfly. A hand behind her neck and one against her thighs, always. Classic princess carry, overall.
    The bank is sagging visibly when Dragonfly is set outside the door. Liz just stares. "I wanted to... Not... destroy the bank... Maybe."
    The LexCorp Credit Union sign collapses, becoming L Or ion before disappearing into the earth.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly pauses as she's whisked outside in the blink of an eye, staring around her in confusion as the building collapses behind her. "What ...?" she manages to blurt out. Then, "...Where?".
    A few more seconds of blinking in disbelief. "How?..." she adds helpfully, pointing at the pile of rubble. Then down at Liz's arms and how she's being held. "When?..." she babbles. All that's missing is 'who' and 'why'.
    She finally gets her thoughts out of a jumble. "What just happened? Where's the credit union gone? How did it vanish? When did you pick me up?" She gapes in shock as the implications set in. "Who's going to pay for this?" she asks, practically. "And why did everything just fall apart like that?"
    Ah, there they are. They were missed by the question family!

Vector has posed:
    "So... When you, um. Grabbed the drill that guy over there, the stupid one with the bad mustache-"
    "HEY!"
    "He started spinning. He hit the wall of the tunnel. You hit the other wall and it start collapsing. Problem is, um, it wasn't a solid wall. There were support struts on the other side because they must've been looking at putting in a baement when they built the place, I guess? I didn't have tiem to run off and check the records in between getting you guys out and examining the hole while it was falling... ANyway."
     Liz makes an almost dismissive gesture while Mustachioed Mole is gesticulating and whining about her insults. She ignores him completely. "I think they already took out a few when they dug up through the basement level and so the whole thing just kind of fell into the... hole... there." There's apause while Liz takes a deep breath, he whole body pracitaally vibrating. The fingers of her left hand wiggle, silently signing complex mathematical equation while the rest of her seems to be caught up in the conversation.
    "I, um. Couldn't stop the bank from collapsing and get everyone out... So I made sure it didn't fall on you." The girl smiles sheepishly at Dragonfly, still cradling the blonde in her arms.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly stares morosely at the carnage.
    "Best. Heroes. Ever," she mutters under her breath. Then notices the continued holding.
    "Uh, Liz, of the two of us it should probably be me carrying you. I'm the stupidly strong one." Again under her breath. "Emphasis on stupid..."
    "Also," she continues, "for future reference, a building collapsing on me and dragging me down into the Earth is a minor inconvenience. Don't put yourself at risk for me. I'd have been out in ten seconds flat."
    Her face softens as she accepts her failure. A smile flirts with her lips. "Nice that you made the attempt, though. It's nice that someone cares."

Vector has posed:
    "You're strong and super tough. I'm fast. It wouldn't at least hurt if you got hit with an entire bank safe?" Liz asks curiously. "Well... Whatever. I couldn't really ask at the time and- I wasn't... Oh, nevermind. Of course I care..." The smaller woman takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, closing her eyes for a second.
    "You had no way of knowing that was going to happen," the girl begins seriously. "We stopped the bank robbery, right?" Liz is speaking a bit quickly now, obviously manic. "We caught the robbers and even saved everyone's money. All.. Forty-two dollars in quart-ers... You know what! Doesn't matter! We stopped them, that's what's important. Right? Right."
    Liz nods a couple times quickly as if that makes it true. "Now let's get get out of here before someone finds out it was us an WE become the ones paying for it." Zoom. They'll be at an apartment before long. Nancy's apartment. Liz has even helpfully collected the bags of food that had been set out for them at the diner.
    Just another typical superhero day.