[mysticism]: Good evening, fellow sexaully liberated people (no slut-shaming here). [mysticism]: Can we coordinate some kind of who is doing what and when things? [mysticism]: Blue and I discussed plans in the Dead Zone before. Whatever happens, we need to get Colt out of the attic before shit starts getting destroyed or Fuckboy is shot in the face [mysticism]: Whoever has the superpower that links people together - that's a no-fuss way to take out guards armed with machine guns. You lure one out, clobber them, and then the others aren't even in the room with you when they fall. [mysticism]: Just whoever goes - take the mask from a fallen guard and put it on Colt, and someone needs to have that Fizz stuff in a can. [mysticism]: He won't be able to casually swagger down the stairs otherwise.