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SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE [open as heck]
Who: SUPER HEROES!!!!!
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...

It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.
The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:
[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...

It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.
The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:
- Don't be a jerk!!!
- Keep your weapons holstered please.
- Do not trash the park!
- ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING
- Anyone caught fighting will be asked to leave!
- Really don't be a jerk!
[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]
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"Surely we have better things to do than...this," Knock Out says haughtily, rolling his eyes. Like taking a nice, luxurious drive in the pleasant spring weather, for one.
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"Man you guys are sticking out something nasty, did you know that?" he says in Alternian. "This was supposed to be hero costumes only."
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"It's not that bad," he says cheerfully, but most of his attention is diverted by trying to keep this bulldog puppy at least in the same area as them. It seems to have other ideas, and pays him almost no attention at all — it seems happy enough to keep sniffing at Sollux though, so he's not too worried. "And anyway, these are costumes already."
So good enough, right? Point: missed.
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He eyes the puppy, frowning slightly, but it doesn't look like it's about to run off just yet. "What I want to know is why you insisted that we come. It's not as though we're going to eat any of this..." He gestures at the barbecue spread. "...This food. And it's not as though you need to be chaperoned."
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"Oh my god, it's like you guys have never gathered information in your entire life. It's a fucking superhero party - there are tons of people here who know all kinds of stuff. Whatever kind of shit you've been scouting for, maybe you could learn something."
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All very serious points from someone who doesn't actually give two lugnuts about doing actual work right now.
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It's clear that he considers gathering information from the local natives about as useful for reconnaissance as sitting around watching a pair of dogs sniff each others' asses. Mostly he's bitter. With his recent revelation that he can no longer harm any humans without some serious repercussion, the idea of spending the afternoon surrounded by skinjobs only sours him further. He glances around haughtily, his expression darkens.
"Starscream, you ran into one of the Autobots' avatars, didn't you? What did it look like?"
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"You're right dude, you've been organic for like a half hour and I can't even remember what you look like anymore. Is it grey? Purple? Maybe sort of blue? Do you have legs? You have legs, right?"
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"Who knows man, I mean you have wings and stuff so maybe you don't need legs. I just don't understand you car robots. I don't understand your ways."
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"It's not that hard," comes his mumbled addition. "You just gotta look a little closer at humans."
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Then he winks at Breakdown.
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"Easy. He's got darker skin than yours does. Dark eyes, real short hair, nose is a little wider at the bottom. And he's dressed pretty nice."
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"I-- well he had more time to think about it, plus a point of reference to compare to!" He pauses a beat. "And I still fail to see how this is a necessary skill to have anyway!"
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From what information he has gleaned about this gathering, it should not be tremendously out of place for an attendee to simply materialise there, so why beat around the bush? One second there is nobody there, and then quite suddenly there is a huge dude with a floor length purple cape hanging off his massive shoulders. Where everybody else decided to set their avatars to 'dressed like normal people', Megatron has gone the whole hog in his effort to 'blend in'. There is spandex. There is a mask/helmet combo. There's a lot of purple. The spikes on his shoulders are, true to form, taller than his head. He looks more like a really intense supervillain than anything else, but this is a nuance he has apparently failed to pick up on.
He surveys his assembled warriors with a look of great distaste. He cannot believe you people.
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Once he does though, the burst of laughter he lets out is loud, obnoxious, and uncharacteristically non-menacing.
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