My Dearest Damned Sector A,

WHAT NOW, BITCHES?!

My poison worked! Thank you fantastically to the blondie who suffered through her 'bout of crazy to make the poison, and thanks to the flying-awesome Carol who distributed it.

The plant is still there and crumpling up. But breathe in deep, guys! That's what oxygen smells like. Did ya miss it? That mist is fadin' outta here and that plant is goin' with it!

You're fuckin' welcome!!

Tell me again that I can't do this job and don't have Sector A's best interest at heart!

PEACE!

-Faith

[OOC: Messi gave me the OK a couple days ago to have Faith and Gwen's poison work this weekend to kill the plant. Keep a lookout in the OOC in case there are any other details on the remainder of this plot.]

I go on one motherfucking hunting trip and the place goes batshit.

Just 'cause somebody says "I'm in charge" don't make it true. What it takes is people belevin it. And from the looks a things, Faith and Willy Wonka don't have everyone's approval. Now I ain't sayin we man the barricades just yet. Sometimes you need a strong hand to step in and take charge. But Cap would at least want us to talk about this shit. And I spent half of my life watchin' friends die for equality and freedom, so I figure I owe it to them to stand up on this one.

I'm callin a town meeting Friday at noon in the Market Square. If you ain't too thrilled with the new management, or if you just wanna have a voice, you be there. Anyone have a problem with that, can come tell me to my face.

Private to Avengers/Young Avengers/X-Men:
We're supposed to be heroes. What the hell are we each fightin for if it ain't one man, one vote (or girl, or mutant, or whatever)? Or maybe these two have the right idea? How the fuck should I know. You're all smarter than me, I'd appreciate it if you came and helped figure this shit out.