A New Threat At 4W

[Avis]

"Alright, cool, I'm glad you're flexible. And we can probably make something approximating your badge. If you don't have any qualms about me pulling a memory of it out of you, then Star and I might be able to approximate it. We've got scrap metal and some tools to work it, so who knows?" Avis proposed with a shrug. "But, anyways, for now let's just ponder what we've talked about, and once we've pulled in everyone we're gonna recruit we'll finalize the plan and then move on it. I'll go give Faye a call," she concluded, rising from her seat.

[Star]

"Cool."

A badge? Totally weavable. Like a credit card. Cross that bridge when it comes.

Hands pushed against the table and khakis rose. One hand formed a basked and the other began sweeping chips off of the table into it.

"Yep. Okay. Yeah, and, like, I gotta go see Arthur. He texted me earlier. Ummmm. July? Uh. Feel free to pick a room? Just not Three or Four, those are ours."

What? Nobody's sharing a room, yo.