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It was close to the middle of the night when Nell got a call from another of her clients.
"Hey, Fix, honey," the woman (whose super name was "Platform" after her ability to generate horizontal, two-dimensional planes to stand on) greeted over the phone as if it weren't time to be asleep. "Hey, I need you to make something for me."
"No problem," she said groggily. "Big project or little project?"
"Little. Be here tomorrow?"
Nell nodded, and then realized what she was doing. "Yeah. Tomorrow. Noonish."
"Perfect," Platform purred, and hung up. Nell had noticed that none of the people she worked for had any sense of time, and that they would communicate with her at completely random hours. Supervillains, it seemed, were nocturnal.
Nell buried herself irately in Derek's expansive bed. She thought quietly to herself that four Nells could have slept in the bed side-to-side with plenty of elbowroom. Smothering herself up in sheets, she slept.
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Derek jolted awake when he heard Nell's phone go off. Having been asleep, he was groggy and interpreted the ringing as a threat. At once he shaded himself in darkness and booked it to his room, as silent as the shadows he controlled, only to see the girl on her phone. She couldn't see him, so he listened in.
He heard the voice on the other side. Rebecca Armstrong was the woman's name, but she called herself Platform nowadays.
It was close to the middle of the night when Nell got a call from another of her clients.
"Hey, Fix, honey," the woman (whose super name was "Platform" after her ability to generate horizontal, two-dimensional planes to stand on) greeted over the phone as if it weren't time to be asleep. "Hey, I need you to make something for me."
"No problem," she said groggily. "Big project or little project?"
"Little. Be here tomorrow?"
Nell nodded, and then realized what she was doing. "Yeah. Tomorrow. Noonish."
"Perfect," Platform purred, and hung up. Nell had noticed that none of the people she worked for had any sense of time, and that they would communicate with her at completely random hours. Supervillains, it seemed, were nocturnal.
Nell buried herself irately in Derek's expansive bed. She thought quietly to herself that four Nells could have slept in the bed side-to-side with plenty of elbowroom. Smothering herself up in sheets, she slept.
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Derek jolted awake when he heard Nell's phone go off. Having been asleep, he was groggy and interpreted the ringing as a threat. At once he shaded himself in darkness and booked it to his room, as silent as the shadows he controlled, only to see the girl on her phone. She couldn't see him, so he listened in.
He heard the voice on the other side. Rebecca Armstrong was the woman's name, but she called herself Platform nowadays.
