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"She is," Davian said, sidling up to the group after having heard Bastion's suggestions. "Trying to help, I mean. She's been spending a lot of her time trying to figure out how to make new technologies that'll give lots more than just one person at a time those homes, food, medicine, all of that. She just does also sometimes needs a, what did you call it, Deezy, a brain cleanser?"

He pointed over to the drinks. "For example, the whole thing with the alcohol? It's not really about getting drunk. It's about medicine for people that can't take a Tylenol or get anesthetic now. Imagine if one of you all with superquick healing needed surgery to remove an object that got stuck in their body and healed over. Or just needed their gallbladder or appendix removed. Right now, they'd have to do that without anesthetic and with constant cuts to get it done. But Deezy's hoping her bubbles can be used to get anesthetic that will work, maybe even something that could slow down or stop the healing factor long enough to get the medical work done. Or be used for psychiatric medicine, given how much the world is looking to all of you to solve their problems and be their boogie man at the same time."

He pointed up at the mech costume. "She got plans on her work desk for using variations of that to do underwater exploration, search and rescue in caves or forest fires, dangerous places. She's got some larger plans for ones that can function sorta like cranes and roofers on their own, keep people from having to climb up on roofs or beams to do construction. Those go along with these modular home designs she's been working on to use with the souped-up 3D printer idea. Trust me, she's trying to save the world. She just also takes a little bit of time to herself so she doesn't burn out before she makes good progress."

"One person, one blanket, one dose of medicine, it can make all the difference to that person," Davian said with a nod to Bastion. He gave Deezy a look that had hints of both a crush and wonder in it. "She's trying to change the whole paradigm, though. Change the world on a grand scale so that there are always enough blankets, houses, medicine, presents - all of it."

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"Things change, sir, one person at a time.  One act of kindness, one act of decency and one act charity is like a pebble in a pond.  Wars are won by one person saying 'if not me, than who' and then other minds change, people start to self reflect and understand that they are, and always will be the change they're trying to create.  We're just to dang selfish to realize it."  He looked at the two of them.  "But there's not profit in one person at a time, is there?  There's no profit in charity.  You don't need a pebble in a pond, you want a current to sweep through, corner the market, and make you rich.  Any other way and you what?  Violate monopoly laws, destabilize economies?  Can't have free in a world where everyone is trying to get rich, can we?"

Once again Bastion demonstrated his down home, Montana, corn fed lack of a filter.

He extended his hand to Davian, which seemed like a completely fake name one would find in a trashy romance novel written or read by desperate housewives.  Probably contained vampires and werewolves or something.  "Bastion, sir.  Heard you were hiring, and I find myself needing work.  I'm not super smart, but I'm strong, so if you're needing someone for construction or wreckage, I suppose I could do that.  I'm only sixteen, but I can work for less and get it under the table, that's not a problem.  I'm trying to help my folks out, after I got all this," he motioned down his body to imply his powers after the Storm.  "We've sorta lost everything.  Is there an office I come to to fill out an application?"

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"Dude, if I wanted money, I'd just build a skyscraper made of gold," Deezy chuckled. "Money's just a means to an end. And the end isn't 'making more money.' At least not for me."

She shrugs.

"But whatever, it kinda sounds like you already made up your mind about this. We'll prove ya wrong."

Deezy glanced at Davian and added, "And he's not entirely wrong. I mean, helping a billion people in ten years does kind of overlook the ten thousand you could have helped now. Could be worth looking at shorter term projects too."

"Anyway! I believe the lady..."

She reached out to touch the drink Emily had chosen.

"...wanted a drink."

"Oh! And as for the job, yeah! Of course! That's one reason we wanted to meet everyone here. Circulate the flyers, so to speak."

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Ryan had finally finished bringing the last of the attendees to the island Soiree, and head towards the gathering where Deezy and Davian were.   he'd made abit of small talk with each guest, welcoming them, and  answering questions about the facilities.  He caught the tail end  of Deezy's comments, and nodded. They would make the world better together, that much he knew.  He also knew all too well that proceeding quickly would be folly, simply because humanity wasn't ready, and those in power would react poorly if they saw their fortunes and powerbases threatened to overtly.   They'd have to act tactically and strategically, it was something they'd already discussed at length.  

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Emily held the drink that  Deezy had magicked, cautiously sniffed it before taking a small sip, then she looked at it again.

"I don't taste any difference, or feel anything."  She downed the rest of the drink in one long swallow, grabbed another from a passing waiter and held it out for Deezy again, then looking at Bastion said, "Hey Superboy, the world is screwed up place, and maybe thats why we are here now. It's shit that some ashholes took advantages of your folks with this..shtuff, " she took another swallow of laced alcohol and draped an arm across Bastion's shoulders, "but we are gonna get your folksh place back and we argonesa shtraighten out all the shtuff that ...is fucked up all over." 

Emily swayed a bit and both Bastion and Weatherman reached out and steadied her.

"Holy fuck, Deezheey," she held up the empty glass she didn't realize she had drained, "whatchufuckputinthisanyway..."

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Ryan chuckled as the drink hit Emily.  "That's a good one.  The first batch put me flat on my ass."   He smiled as he admit to having been the guinea pig for the drinks, knowing that he was like Emily, in that Alcohol and pretty much everything else had little to no effect on him.

He smiled to Bastion, then looked to Davian, who nodded.  "I'm fairly certain we can help your family get your farm back, and for what it's worth, I am sorry that they lost it in the first place.  We can work out the details later if you like, and of course as you're a minor, we'll have to get your parents' consent if you choose to work with us."   It was a good deal as he'd already stated his willingness, and he was already prepared to right this wrong himself if he had to, though he knew his partners already saw the benefits of helping Bastion outweighed any negatives.  

Ryan wanted to help him because he'd gotten a raw deal, and  he knew what that was like.

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Deezy watched Emily with rapt fascination, then burst into giggles. "Oh damn you really drank the whole thing all at once there, didn't ya?"

When Emily started showing signs of inebriation she produced a little flashlight pen from her pocket and shined it into her eyes.

"Dosage might still be a tich high," she concluded to herself. "No one wants to get crap-faced on one drink. Still, pretty good guess for a first try. Lets see how fast you can burn that off before we go to second trial. Still! That's a good result. I was concerned the beads wouldn't get into the bloodstream that fast, but it looks like they're small enough this time around."

She turned to beam at the others. "Beads! Good for getting superpeople drunk, might also cure most forms of cancer someday. Also, archaic form of currency. Who knew, right?!"

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That got a genuine, non-mischievous smile out of her. "That could be fun."

"Definitely." Renata paused thoughtfully, then said, "So...I asked if you and Steve were together, and you said you 'arrived together.' Which is an answer, but not quite to the question I meant to be asking."

She steeled herself against disappointment. Better to rip the band-aid off early though. Kyria seemed like a lot of fun, regardless of her status or orientation. Once Ren knew she was off-limits, they'd be free to just friend it up, no confusion or awkwardness.

"Is he your boyfriend? Fiance? Anything like that?"

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Steve rumbled with laughter as Emily went from distressingly sober to sloppily drunk mid-sentence, though he did ensure that she still had her footing, braced against Bastion though she mostly currently was, as he removed the second drink from her hand and took a swallow to test it.  It was a sweetish cocktail, which made him grimace a little, but this was for science so he endured.

"Hey thas'sh'mine."  Emily protested, grinning up at the well-built Brit even as her hand tested the firmness of Bastion's shoulder and found it not at all wanting.  "D'you Shtormer guys all get ripped n'shit?" She asked, peering up through her lashes at Bastion as she leaned on him.  With effort, she focused on enunciating her thoughts coherently.  "Like, were you ninety-pound weaklings before and then 'bam! muscles for miles!'?"

"Pretty much the same as I used to be, looks-wise."  Steve shrugged as he took another swig from the glass he'd appropriated.  He felt the familiar (though not lately) haze of alcohol interacting with his brain, then took a third swallow, draining the glass.  "Cheeky vintage, that." he nodded approvingly to Deezy.  "Though you definitely want to lower the dosage.  Two mouthfuls for a pleasant buzz is a bit strong.  Lets see how quickly we sober up and I'll let you spike me a real drink."

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"Careful Miss Thompson," Bastion supported his companion rather easily, if not a bit awkwardly.  Super strength didn't mean everything was easier, it was just not as heavy and people were notoriously squirmy critters.  He slithered an arm around her waist and held her close to him.  "I got ya.  Just, hold on and quit squirmin'."

"An, no ma'am," he replied to her question.  "I was this big 'fore the storm.  In fact, the storm didn't give me muscles, it just let me lift heavier things."

"An the government relocated us, so there isn't any real way to get our property back.  Clear as I understand it, when they move people the land they own become the property of the government, like a kid becoming a ward of the state.  No point in letting us relocate and go into a relocation program if we're just going to keep our old house.  Even if we had it, all our houses are gone, so we got no way of makin' a living."  He shrugged.  "Papers were signed, that means it's all legal and whatnot.  Ain't much to be done, which is why I need work and I don't need anyone's permission.  Child labor laws are for human children written by humans for humans.  Like that old guy said in those movies... 'we're gods among insects'.  Human's can't tell gods what to do, they're too stupid, they just run around in the name of gods and beat up and degrade homosexuals, cut off people's heads and mutilate women.  Frankly, between us and the trees, humanity isn't the most creditable source when it comes to setting a good example of how people should act, let alone rules and guidelines for decision making.  If I wanna work, I'll work.  Way I see it, as long as I'm not destroying things willy-nilly then ain't nobody need be concerned with what I'm doing."

"I want to use my abilities to help people, good people.  The governments and companies of the world have no right to tell me whether I can or can't do that.  If I want to help, I will.  They don't like it, well, they can go cry about it."  He said sternly.  "It's about time this world had someone looking out for it that wasn't owned by a corporation or crooked or just looking to make a profit on other people's misfortune.  I plan to be that guy.  The guy who helps the world and if that bothers the people in power, well, chances are they're part of the problem, and we don't need em' anyway."

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Donald had been making conversation, but somehow the party didn't seem all that thrilling before. Then he caught up with Deezy and heard the phrase, 'real drink.' Something brewed up by walking mad scientist Deezy? That sounded both insane and awesome. "You got an extra glass? I'm in." And just for good measure, he'd set up his everyday body to shrug off all the garden variety boozes.

Would this one leave an impact?

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"Sure, pick a drink off the table," Deezy said, sparing Evo a glance. "Oh cool, you're the...shapechanger, yeah? Conscious control of body structure and function...I shall give you the same dose that Emily got."

She brushed her fingers over the drink Evo picked out. "Bottoms up."

Then the inventor peered up at Bastion.

"I get it, so kind of a natural law thing, right? Thomas Aquinas would be proud! And also probably kind of horrified. But I get it! You and me, we're both kind of going the same way, just on different roads! You're concerned about unjust laws, and assert that such a law ought to be no law at all. Aquinas. Wheras my solution is to instead change the law so that it ceases to be unjust...or better yet, assert enough influence over the lawmaking process that they were never unjust to start with. And, not gonna lie, fully planning on employing some legal realism in pursuit of my goals. A little of column A, a little of column B. I think, especially early on, since there's no established legal precedents for the cases that'll be coming through, legal realism carries the day."

Deezy tapped the side of her nose. "Ideally, by the time people get off their asses and start writing laws, I'll have advocates at the table. And by ideally I mean definitely and by advocates I mean lobbyists at first, and holy cow I think I actually must have drunk something because...sheesh." She fanned herself. "I was only going to have Pepsi, but I think someone musta snuck something in."

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Emily shifted and squirmed out of the arms of those holding her drunk ass up and over to stand behind Bastion. She put her hands on his shoulders and began massaging the hard tight muscles.

"Wow, so tense Suberboy you need to relax." Her fingers stronger than a normal humans kneaded his shoulders and upper back, "I have problems with how things are too, but we don't want to just go crazy, we'll solve the problems, right the wrongs. Let's let Deezy and Davy here work the problem from the inside and we'll do our part on the outside. 

But right now," she breaths in the steamy tropical air, "let just have a little fun, and forget about the problems for a night."

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"Well, I'm suppos'n you're right right Miss Thompson,"  Bastion said, rolling his shoulders as Emily kneaded dense cording of his muscles.  "An I know all of you didn't come here to listen to me gripe.  I apologize y'all, I'm just jes so mad about it, it's all I can think about, y'know?"

He sighed and looked out at the ocean.  "Y'know, it's hotter than cheerleader try outs out here and I think Miss Klata has the right of it.  I'mna go on ahead and get my swimming trunks on and try out that ocean.  I ain't never swam in the ocean and I kinda wanna see how long I can hold my breath for.  Why are we all on land when there is a perfectly good ocean waiting to be swam in... swum... swam... whatever, I'm getting changed and getting some sun." 

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Emily leans around Bastions shoulder pressing up against his back. "Emily, Bastion, Emily. Calling me Miss Thompson makes feel like I'm a spinster or something."

Then she breaks into a grin, "You heard the man! Lets go swimming!"

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