The teams managed to spend a week within the Mole Hole. While living underground is somewhat disorienting, there are some improvements. Team Moley sees people from the Convoy working and living all around the complex. They seem happier, although a bit disoriented after the mind wipes. In fact Brenda does not recognize them, only knowing she was brought here by 'super types'. Other people's memories vary from vague recollection to total memory loss of the team.

Team Starmind sees many of the materials and resources their mission provided. Many people are thankful for that, mostly because those in charge mentioned the ones responsible for getting the food and other things that are needed. Everyone sees a 'Life-Line' booth. It looks like a photobooth where one can seal themselves up in. Once they come out, they often describe seeing a loved one or other person still living in the shielded cities above. Needless to say, the lines are very long to these booths.

While the heroes can make use of these booths, the various items at the Bazaar, and just interacting with the locals-after a week, its clear they are needed again.

The Holographic form of Thinkmaster is seen in each team members rooms when they awaken for the day. "Team Moley, you are requested in conference room A. Team Starmind, you are needed in conference room B." She then vanishes, as normal.

Stretching her arms together behind her back, feeling the tightness from having just awoken not too long ago, Natalia shook her head slightly to shake her hair out of her face, and immediately set off for conference room A. She wasn't exactly in a hurry, but she set off immediately, specifically so she didn't have to hurry.

While walking, she glanced through the hallways for Richard and Brian. She hadn't seen them since the night ended, and was curious if anything fun had happened as the night wound down.

It was a little sad that the memories were wiped back further than seemed necessary for the people from the convoy. He wondered what harm it would do to let them know a bit more about their circumstances before arriving here. Maybe it had something to go with what had happened with the Amazonian? Maybe Thinkmaster didn't want that new spreading rumors until things were finalized or something? Still, he wasn't a big fan.

He spied Natalia up ahead and moved to catch up to her. He gave her a slightly shoulder bump with enough force to be noticed but not enough to knock her off-balance. "Hi."

Then he entered the room and slid in to a seat.

Moley awoke with tools still in hand from when he was up late working on his laboratory he had set up in his room. He had dug out a bigger alcove in his room to make space and assemble the various equipment he would need for his experiments. With the discovery of the radiation affecting the Infected, he dove back into his Haze botany.

Getting a shower and suited up, he head for the conference room. He made a quick side trip to one of the food stalls to grab some fresh pastries and to go coffee which he set down for his team in the center of the conference table. He gave Warhead and Mindhaze a big smile and thumbs up as he settled into his designated chair snagging a Boston Creme donut while he sipped on his venti hot chai tea with double shot blonde espresso and hazelnut syrup.

13 was just reading when the call came in.  Advantage of not sleeping means being ready at all times in a way.  For her as she has next to nothing other than what is given and not understanding concept of fashion or anything just gets dressed in the same outfit.  Actually there are any number of the exact same outfits in her closet just variations on the colour.

She skips along and enjoys the chance to be called upon again heading to where she is bade to do so.

Being bumped slightly surprised Natalia, but she was fairly relaxed in the safe environment, so she just giggled and jumped back at Richard, bumping her hip into his hip area as she jumped to reach it.

"Well good morning you too, mister!" she said, clearly feeling more rested than the night before, "How did sleep come for you?" she asked, raising a curious eyebrow. Her fairly thick accent was something she didn't have to 'hear' often, given her other speech capabilities, but sometimes it was nice using ordinary speech with others. She wondered which Richard preferred.

Sliding into the seat just next to Richard, she looked content.

Richard looked at her deadpanned. "It came like it always does, like a thief in the night, sneaking up on me and clubbing me unconscious." He then shot her a lopsided grin and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. As best as I ever sleep." He sometimes had trouble with nightmares and recent events had not helped with that.

He rolled his head around on his neck a bit as they waited for Thinkmaster.

 Sam was awake when the call came up to go to the conference room. Sam got up and dressed then headed for the conference room, on her way she runs into 13," Hello 13 good morning shall we head into the conference room and see what our next mission will be."

Despite having been startled awake by an unfortunately talkative holographic alarm that morning, Schism was still better rested as he made his way down toward the conference rooms than he'd been in a good long while.  The days between their last mission and this new call to arms had provided ample time for his headache to fade and even given him a chance to delve into a few personal projects.  An attempt at using the Life-Line had been penciled in near the top of that list, but somehow had yet to occur.  Whether the more pressing desire to spend some time experimenting with the repulsing effects he'd noticed his shield could produce in the sewers or a few hours unwinding in the Mole Hole, it just never seemed to be the right time, or at least that's what he'd thus far convinced himself of.  Doubts crept in around the edges of that conviction with another mission looming on the horizon, but the psychic did his best to push those from his mind as he got ready.

Pulling out a soft dove grey athletic top that could supposedly wick-moisture and simultaneously maintain optimal temperature, Matthias layered it with a light canvas jacket and a sturdy pair of charcoal fatigue trousers that should hold up to all but the worst the world above might throw at him.  After getting paired up with the rest of team Starmind he'd considered requisitioning a more formal costume, perhaps even something a little like his old Notion getup, but ultimately decided it was better to remain nondescript.  If the world ever started looking like it might recover he'd have to don a mask again, but for the time being he'd rather leave the materials they had for those who needed them.  Beelining for the conference rooms once he was ready, Schism let the idea of that elusive goal buoy him as he headed for the briefing.

OOC-Moving on the conference rooms A and B!