Phobia was there early. He had wanted to be. He found a booth, step up his laptop and shoved his earphones in. Sure, the waitress gave him a Look for how loud his music was, but he ordered food and planned to stay there for long enough.
Phobia was in a mood. Maybe waking up to that bulletin did it. It was bullshit. It was beyond bullshit. A curfew? Really? He wanted to do something. He needed to be smart. He knew that. Being stupid wouldn't help anyone, especially the Faction's cause. But making someone shit themselves seemed like a good plan too.
Phobia turned down his music a fraction when he heard Remy. He kept his eyes on his screen. He took a deep breath and then pushed out, There was a post about doing a mutant friendly podcast. Can we use that to our advantage? Either to communicate or start a dialogue with those not here?