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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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Sollux doesn't fully grasp the evil inherent in Megatron, but he knows enough to gather that they probably aren't "heroes" exactly.
"They're aliens. Like, they're not from here. They don't look like that right now though."
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"Oh – like Skrulls or whatever?"
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"Yeah, basically. They get some of this shit." He swallows uncomfortably. "TRIDENT had one of them, too."
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He finds himself practically shivering just thinking about it in those terms, thinking about how he'd been kept and how he had to escape. And wow, suddenly, that's all he can think about.
It's been a little while since he felt like this so strongly, and it catches him by surprise. Some part of him was convinced, maybe, that he was okay again after having gotten his powers back. Like that had fixed things somehow. But it hits him hard, and leaves him staggering.
He suddenly really doesn't like the feeling of having that mask over face, but he can't just pull it off or everyone will see him. Karkat is standing right there, but-
"I-I need to go...do...uh..." The words never quite happen, but he starts trying to skitter away regardless.
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"Let me fucking go!" He jerks himself away, and shoves back at Karkat telekinetically - it's not especially gentle. A flash of purple later, he's back to scrambling away, the threshold toward panic officially crossed.
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He opens his mouth to yell after him, but cuts himself off, realising he doesn't want to draw attention to who it is running. He swears under his breath and then scrambles after his friend, yelling, "Hey, shitty fucking wizard!"
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His arms and legs are folded against him as he tries desperately to calm down, his breath short and strained far more than it should have been from that brief sprint. God, this is the worst.
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"... Bro?" he says, kneeling by the picnic table. "Shit, man, sorry, I didn't think..."
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Instead he just looks humiliated.
"You didn't even do anything, it's fucking stupid," he says. He hurls his mask at the ground, angrily.
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"Yeah, it kind of is, but it was still kind of my fault."
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"Why does this still keep happening?" he mumbles miserably. "I thought it was going to stop but it didn't."
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"Dude –" He looks sympathetic, if somewhat awkward. "Since when have you not been like the crown prince of flipping the fuck out?"
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He snorts wetly. "Yeah, whatever."
Though it does sort of normalize this kind of thing a little, even if it's a little bit non flattering. It's nice, he remembers, to have someone who actually knows him. Has known him for so long. Someone he doesn't have to worry about maintaining rep with, like he does with the robots.
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"I haven't really been able to freak out recently. The guys I'm hanging out with treat me like an adult, so..."
In the Alternian sense that is a lot of responsibility.
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"Well...Not Skrulls exactly." He hesitates for a long moment. "...Did you see any of those stories going around about ghost cars?"
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"... How many of them are there, though?"
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