Quote Originally posted by Zodiac:
"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I will be expecting from each of you a sealed envelope on Friday by ten pm. I'll offer each of you an identical envelope so that once they're all ready, we can open them one at a time at random. Lay out the situation. Lay out the preparation. This way no one knows which situation is first, and no one knows what, precisely, to be prepared for," Zoey instructed clearly.
He pondered the task at hand.

To be fair, he was also pondering the new skateboard he'd bought. Because multi-tasking. What do you do with a Big Empty Parking Lot in front of your Sanctum? You buy a skateboard. He hadn't ridden one in years. It showed.

He was wearing his motorcycle helmet.

Traumatic head injuries, yo. They're A Thing. Not a thing he wanted. thump. thump. thump. The seams in the concrete were an urban heartbeat. Challenge. He figured the Arrows would make them beat on things. Or one another. He didn't particularly relish the idea, but admitted it was A Thing, too. Was he conflict adverse? Maybe. Maybe not.

True Fact: Plans didn't survive First Contact. It was why he was a No Plan specialist.

He flip-kicked the board, to catch it, as the idea came. It hit him in the shin. Ouch. No. One. Saw. That. Making his way in, he dug out a paper and pen. He didn't have any envelopes, and wasn't going to go buy some just for this. So he wrote his Situation, folded it in half, and slid it under Zoey's door.

Challenge: Accepted.

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