"P.I.X.E.L., make sure the director and whoever else we can get from G3 right now can send me the specifics on what the hell the fog is presently." Override was busy typing on a holo-pad, trying his best to keep calm under the pressure that was this whole 'fog situation' and of course, the amount of people under this casino roof. He needed to work... he needed to help out as best he can. And he figured some potential coding and even the potential of spotting something the other G3 Capes and workers didn't see over that dire-... And there it was again... Override once again felt the lingering, hovering and judgmental eyes of Arcturus just... well hovering over him. He made a note that it was probably either the fifth or sixth time she was doing it. He knew she wanted something... "Just because we have a ceasefire doesn't mean you can attempt to make our time a living hell... you realize that right?" he let out an exasperated sigh. "Can you please do something a bit more productive other than hover?" "I'm not happy about this either," Arcturus said. "What do you want me to do, land and make the place even more crowded?" "No, but I'd prefer it if you weren't hovering over me..." Override groaned. Arcturus just shrugged. "Even if you weren't Tidebinder's little lapdog, we'd still be enemies. Word's going around it's your guys' fault we're stuck like this, too, so that's two reasons to bully you." "First: I'm not Tidebinder's lapdog... so that's the incorrect assessment there." he stated, matter of factly. "Second: OUR fault? Last I checked... this isn't our fault. So I'd appreciate it if you had actual facts and data to support this thought, rather than common hearsay." "I don't need to prove anything. All the fliers say the fog came from Project Rubicon, and who was it again that took ownership of that particular autopsy?" "Yeah, well at the same time, we both know Caesar was a psychotic, rotund gremlin... whatever Rubicon is and was is on him." Override snapped back. It seemed whatever Arcturus was trying to insinuate or attempt to do... it was working. He had to keep that in check. "And right now, I'd prefer it if you would kindly fly somewhere else and be productive... some of us, have work to do." That response got Arcturus to grin. "What makes you think I'm not being productive right now?" "Cause trying to dumb someone down to your intellectual level is definitely not as productive as you may think..." he retorted, only to see Arcturus shrug yet again. That got her to be quiet for a while, he hoped. Now, if he could get back to-... "Hey you!" Sweet Jesus Christ... "I thought you were a Hero. Do you guys just go around playing with all of the gangs these days?" First it was Arcturus, now... it was Sibyl. At this point, Override was racking his brain on why he was suddenly being targeted like this. What divine being did he piss off today? "Hm?" Override looked blankly in the direction of Sibyl, though the fact of his helmet still being on, no one would be able to tell. "Considering we're sort of on a ceasefire due to the whole 'End of the World' thing, we're all kind of helping each other out." "That so? Then you wouldn't mind helping our people out and take care of this group here would you?" "I reiterate: we're under a ceasefire here at present. Meaning, until we're given the word, we're not doing anything rash." Override wasn't born last night. He wasn't going to be immediately trying to take out the faction that was irritating him something awful... even if he really wanted to. "Was one hell of a ceasefire we were under before we came in here then." Annoyed, the girl added, "also what's with the way you talk? Are you actually some kind of robot under that helmet?" "I meant we're in a ceasefire right now... before the fog started coming in." Override sighed heavily. "As for the robot part... no, I wish I was sometimes... but that's not the case." "Ooh? You one of those kind, next stage of evolution tinker types then?" "Don't know why anyone wouldn't be... but I digress. Now... what can I help you with, seeing as you approached me?" he asked, a little agitated at the moment, but that was also probably due to his conversation (if you'd call it that) with Arcturus. "I just wanted to see what kind of metalhead got Arty's underwear in a knot." "Well..." he gave a two fingered salute. "Pleasure to make such an impression, I suppose." Now perhaps he'd figure out why he was being singled out like this, least, he hoped he would.

Theodora had a decent list of pet peeves. Lumping witches and wizards in as one and the same. Asking too many pointless questions. Spelling the name "Theodora" wrong. And the inability to follow very simple instructions. Among other things. Luckily, this blondie was not only able to follow simple instructions, but she even smashed a guy's face with a metal chair on the way over! Very cool! “There! What do you need this for anyways?” "Just a little trick, is all." Theo reached into her bag of tricks. From inside the bag, the rummaging sounds of wooden trinkets and a lot of glass jars of various sizes jingled and rattled. More than once, she pulled out a jar, and grimaced at the liquids and gasses of various colors swirling around inside. Not the pink one. Not the blue one. Definitely not the green one. After a few failed attempts, she pulled out a stout jar with a tightly-sealed lid, filled with a barely visible, pastel yellow gas. She gave the jar a good shake, set it down on the ground next to her, and began unscrewing the lid. As she did, she rose her voice for the sake of anyone who was still in control of themselves. "Alright, anyone who can still listen to reason may want to hold their breath! The rest of you, it's time to take a little nap!" When the lid came off, the cloud inside began spilling forth. The delinquent Theo had been keeping pinned, being the closest of the deranged assailants to the jar, was the first it reached. And once it did, their thrashing began to slow, until eventually it stopped entirely. They just lied there, eyes closed but still breathing in a magically-induced power nap. And the cloud continued spreading, though not forever. Eventually, the magic in the jar ran dry, and the sleep-inducing cloud had reached the limits of its size. Given a minute or two, it would begin to quickly disperse and fade into nothing, but that would still be plenty of time to let the other crazed delinquents succumb to the spell, and potentially round up any stragglers just outside of the spell's reach. She'd only just had orientation a few minutes ago, and already something this exciting happened! Whoever thought this place was meant to be a punishment must have been out of their minds.

Fen stood by at the ready, unsure of what to do when Constable had landed his decisive blow against Bartleby. She was a hunter of monsters and a chef, not a medic to them. As such when the large canine bit down on the sloth creature she was ill equipped to provide any form of first aid that may have been necessary. Thankfully, this turned out to be none. She was a bit confused as to how Bartleby got out of such an attack with no signs of injury, and similarly how it managed to fall asleep right after it, but she chalked it up to being yet another of the many mysteries of the world.  "Good job Bartleby," the girl praised the slakoth as Constable, through Kasayee, instructed the group. "If you keep working hard, then, uh..." Kasayee didn't finish the thought so Fen improvised, "one day you'll uh, be strong enough to stand up against him. I think?"  Fen looked towards Melissa saying, "I'll be sure to figure out what he likes to eat so he can get a proper meal, so be sure to train him well. It's, well, important for a beast tamer to put in the work with their, um...pets?" Beast sounded too derogatory of a term to use yet pet sounded too demeaning for a creature that would be fighting.  The girl looked back to the duo and said, "that's a shame you have to go now. But, I'll be sure to welcome you any time you want to come over. Um, Constable, was it? I'll do my best to figure out what you like to have a meal ready for you too! Oh, and uh, well pass on good tidings from me to the rest of your guild, if they ever wanted too, well, show up here too."  Once she gave her farewell the girl looked to the others and said, "now, I'll go get started on our dinner." And thus with groceries in hand, the girl made her way to the kitchen.