Midway? No, We're All The Way There!

Quinn had just finished strapping on the bronze greaves when he saw the strange arcs. "Hey, uh . . ." he says, momentarily mesmerized by the light show in the sky. "Uh, JimBob? Any idea what *that* is?"

Jimbob is on the Moon. Quinn is in Midway City, in the Aerie. But it makes perfect sense that Quinn THINKS Jimbob's still around ...

Yep, that's what happened. Quinn was distracted by his love for weaponry. When JimBob doesn't answer, he'll wander around for a bit calling out, and when no one answers, he'll shrug his shoulders and start leaping his way toward the colors in the sky.

Ian doesn't call back, because he has taken the teleporter tube back to the Watchtower to look for JimBob. "Hey, uh Chin-Su!" he calls out, then notices he was invisible. Feeling egg on his face he wills himself to be opaque. "We're in Midway City... could use your help." He waits a moment or three before impatience gets the better of him and he returns, flying off to the scene of the disturbance.

JimBob, on the moon, frowns at the names on the touchscreen. "Perhaps Elongated Man can teach me a few tricks about this strange power we seem to share..." He notices the location. "On a case in... Midway...?"

JimBob sprints for the teleport tubes and mashes the button for Midway.

After a minute of no one answering, Quinn says out loud, "OK, I'll, uh . . . I'll just take these things and go over there," nodding toward the flashing lights outside. "Soooo . . . OK. Goodbye."

He looks for an exit. There's got to be one somewhere. He'd even settle for jumping out a window.

The Aerie has PLENTY of windows. So he's out!

Moments later Jimbob materializes in the teleport tube. Seeing Peltast soaring off, he follows, springily.

So Peltast lands lightly on the lawn of a residence not far from the lake, while Ian just appears there all of a sudden as though he were invisible. And then a coiled blue and pink spring collapses in a pile and stacks up into Chin-Su.

Inside the garage, colored lights are shining THROUGH the walls. As though the garage were made of tissue paper, and some very Nineties rave lights were happening in there.