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In which three espers enjoy the fruits of their labor
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"Sure."

She hops gently out of the portal with her armful of victim who will immediately be set down.

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It's not quite as easy as Graviton might hope, but with the assistance of a victim wrangler and the promise of an actual meal once they finish scanning her, it'll be alright.

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He huffs a sigh and wiggles out of Shirtless' grip. It would not do to be princess carried out where there may be a media presence. Handholding would need to be sufficient until they found a tent.

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He's really not thrilled about letting go of Misha, but if Misha is insistent enough he'll set the man down.  He'll see Misha handholding and raise him to a full entwining of arms?

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Arm-entwining will do nicely, thanks. Time to jump. One, two, three!

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Jump!  "You wanna hit the tent?"  Can he even consent to anything right now?  I feel like I owe it to him to get him down from this.  He's got impulsivity, does that cause a feedback spiral?  What if he uses his power impulsively and can't stop?

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"No, I want wash my hands of all this... slimy... stuff!" He looks progressively more frustrated as he tries to find the English word grease and fails.

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Well, it's been getting less and less greasy as he exits the dungeon.  Also, does bacon usually look this gray?  And shriveled?  It's almost like a wireframe made of spiderweb, wispy and insubstantial.

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“Gross,” he pronounces it, before holding it out to Shirtless. “You still want it?”

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"Huh."

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"Huh?  I'm - I swear that was bacon a minute ago?  Let's uh, let's find a box or a baggie or something..."

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It finishes 'decaying'.  It technically has a physical structure, but it's incredibly wispy.  The biggest challenge in transporting it is not letting it fall apart before they find an evidence baggie and a sharpie to go with.

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"Hands and arms are not sticky any longer. That is nice. But seems like not usual behavior of meat juice."

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"You don't say."  Sigh.  "Maybe it'll be something useful when we get it out."

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"Well the lab will definitely be interested to see that..."

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“Lab won’t have anything to see soon! Is fragile!” And he’s not in a state for delicacy, as evidenced by his death grip.

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Aw, shit.  "Here, just - drop it in my palm."  He'll shift his grip, open his palm, let Misha drop it off.  "You're doing great, okay?  Just a little bit longer."

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There. One pile of grayish matter, barely recognizable. Having fulfilled his mission to deliver to Shirtless the food formerly known as bacon, he makes a noise of distaste under his breath. “Is tent time,” he says matter-of-factly. He couldn’t do another run today if he wanted to do. Thankfully, given how testy he could get, he didn’t want to.

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"Have to get that handed off properly first right?" She waves over a DRT guy. "I have bags but they have things inside them and they probably want a clean one."

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"Yeah.  Almost there, Misha."  He'll meet the DRT Guy halfway, get the weird shit off his hands, and then find a place to wash their hands off.  It's probably not carcinogenic but it is gross.

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Washy washy washy scrub scrub scrub. Even the momentary disconnect is enough for Misha to forget that Tim is even there while he’s staring into the soap bubbles lathering his hands and arms. He starts muttering to himself in Russian, not loudly enough for any but an esper to hear, just a stream of random thoughts. He’s quite content to just keep washing forever, for the moment.

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He'll...just leave Misha for a second, then.  "Graviton?  How are you doing on backlash?"  He proffers a hand for her to hold.

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"Mmm..." she runs through her checklist, as much to check how hard it is to make herself go through it as for the answers. "Moderate. Still well within safety tolerance."

She'll take the hand though. Guiding is pleasant enough that it's not hard to motivate herself to accept it, especially when they're already taking a rest for somebody else's sake. Sometimes she can get caught up in Helping people such that it's hard to persuade her to stop and take a break.

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“He’s doing pretty bad.  I think we need to take a break and do some serious guiding.  Maybe some, uh.  Aggressive guiding for him.”  He’s red as a beet.

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"Yeah. He definitely needs a break." She should not offer to go back in by herself, that's a bad idea that she will regret later. "I can hug you from behind, so I won't be in the way." Also it will give them some privacy, Misha doesn't care right now, though he may later, but Aumento clearly does.

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