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Meta Manifest

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The booth was getting packed up and everyone was excited, but Tamara knew it was a cover. They had to get the students off campus to check for what Tamara suspected was a bomb of some sort. Maybe she could help. She was a meta after all. And the whole point of the club was to prove that metas were more than trouble makers. 

The one person she felt would understand this was Mr. Alva. He was still talking to some people, though his son and husband had wandered else where, and so she tapped his on the shoulder, clearing her throat cautiously. 

"Ummm, Mr. Alva, sir. Could I speak to you?" 

Most of the students seemed to buy what Ms. Dahl told them and thought nothing more of it. That was good. Crowd control was one of the best things that a leader should have, and Mary had it in droves. As soon as all hell broke loose, it was up to the person in charge to make sure nothing fell apart and no one got hurt. She’d done that.

His father had done a similar thing on a grander scale in his dying moments. The new amusement park he’d wanted to build on Paris Island was attacked and by sacrificing his own life, he saved hundreds of innocent lives. That had been around thirty years ago. It still felt fresh.

He’d offered to help clean up some of the mess and some of his employees agreed to do the same. Every once in a while, he’d exchange a few words their way, telling them what was up and to keep their own mouths shut around the teenagers. They didn’t need bedlam at a performing arts school.

A pair of dark eyes were on him. The young lady from before, the president of the newly-founded Meta Club was speaking to him. “Ah. Tamara.” Calling her Miss Caulder was a bit too formal. He gave her a warmer smile than what he’d been forcing for most of the day. “Of course you can. We got cut off when that girl found that note, didn’t we?”

Tamara chewed her bottom lip nervously as Mr. Alva’s husband spoke to him quickly and then was gone again. 

"Yeah…about that note…" God, she felt horrible about what she had done. "I think I should tell you…" She was shuffling her file folders full of pamphlets in her hands. 

"I…read your mind. I shouldn’t have. I know. I just…I know what the note said." And she was worried. "Do you…really think it was a joke? I mean, I don’t think you do. You seemed to think there were other notes." Shit, she was admitting she’d had more than a pass over a random thought. 

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Meta Manifest

The booth was getting packed up and everyone was excited, but Tamara knew it was a cover. They had to get the students off campus to check for what Tamara suspected was a bomb of some sort. Maybe she could help. She was a meta after all. And the whole point of the club was to prove that metas were more than trouble makers. 

The one person she felt would understand this was Mr. Alva. He was still talking to some people, though his son and husband had wandered else where, and so she tapped his on the shoulder, clearing her throat cautiously. 

"Ummm, Mr. Alva, sir. Could I speak to you?" 

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Richard certainly did. And he grinned at the thought that their son would be out for a few hours. Sammy made friend wherever he went, so it meant that his parents got a nice break. Especially on these school tours. 

Tamara would get the story eventually, for now, she was just glad Susan was back. It really weirded her out when Susan wasn’t acting like herself. She never thought it would be a boy that would trip her up. 

"Thank you, Mr. Alva. I will." She took the paper. At least Randy hadn’t ruined everything. 

Mary glanced up as Phoebe ran up waving some paper around. She glanced from Susan to Phoebe, trying to quiet the girls while she read. When she glanced up, her face was grave. 

"Phoebe, did anyone else see this?" They didn’t want to incite a panic. They didn’t need everyone running and going crazy. 

“The kids from the music booth saw it,” Phoebe confessed. “Ms. Dahl, I don’t know what this thing is.” She didn’t know of any other place in the city that had gotten that kind of message. By now, the CEO was taking a few steps closer, trying to get a look at what the girl found. The empty canister a tuba player was carrying looked familiar.

Now he knew where he’d seen that before. Dakota had a handful of locations that received ominous notes about a “ground zero” and some sort of “revolution.” Gotham was getting those, too? Just how far out did this go? He’d already had a conversation with Bruce Wayne about a series of transport trucks being hijacked and stolen from his company. Fair warning only got people so far.

Mr. Alva sighed and shook his head. “What do you want to do about this, Mary?” he whispered in the headmistress’s ear. Calling GCPD would be a good start, but he needed to share something. “We got a note just like that at our headquarters and Sam’s school two weeks ago,” he whispered to Mary, hoping the kids wouldn’t overhear him.

Susan heard him. Whatever was on that note, this wasn’t meant to be heard by just anyone. Was it? “Ms. Dahl? What’s it say?”

Mary sighed. This was bad. If it was a joke, she wasn’t amused. She had no idea what this Revolution was about, but she had a feeling it would be violent. 

"Really?" Damn, then it wasn’t a joke. Or it was an elaborate one. She shook her head. "I have an idea to get everyone off campus." She glanced over to Susan and gave her a smile. "Nothing you need to worry about, Susan." The tiny woman then walked up to the stage area, getting one of the students close to it to hand her the microphone. 

"Hello everyone, if everyone could just pay attention please. Mr. Rynolds." Aaron Rynolds stopped blowing his trumpet dead as he was singled out. The room’s full attention turned to Mary. 

"Our guests and I are so very impressed and delighted with your displays. We want to thank you. To show our gratitude we are offering you and your fellow classmates a weekend in the city. Hotel,meals, and entertainment provided. Please make sure everyone knows that this is an open offer." Everyone would no doubt be calling their pals and in fact Mary saw several phones already out. 

"Please pack up your booths and pack up your things. You’ve earned it." Never in the history of the school had this sort of offer been made and people are gabbing excitedly to one another. 

Tamara could feel something was wrong, however. The were an anxiousnmess in the air since they got that note. She felt bad, but well, Mr. Alva was still standing in front of her and she touched his mind briefly to find out the information. Her face fell. Oh god, this was dangerous. Why hadn’t they been told? She mouthed a ‘this is bad’ to Susan. 

Richard glanced at Eddie. “I guess that’s one way to get kids off a campus.” 

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Richard certainly did. And he grinned at the thought that their son would be out for a few hours. Sammy made friend wherever he went, so it meant that his parents got a nice break. Especially on these school tours. 

Tamara would get the story eventually, for now, she was just glad Susan was back. It really weirded her out when Susan wasn’t acting like herself. She never thought it would be a boy that would trip her up. 

"Thank you, Mr. Alva. I will." She took the paper. At least Randy hadn’t ruined everything. 

Mary glanced up as Phoebe ran up waving some paper around. She glanced from Susan to Phoebe, trying to quiet the girls while she read. When she glanced up, her face was grave. 

"Phoebe, did anyone else see this?" They didn’t want to incite a panic. They didn’t need everyone running and going crazy. 

“The kids from the music booth saw it,” Phoebe confessed. “Ms. Dahl, I don’t know what this thing is.” She didn’t know of any other place in the city that had gotten that kind of message. By now, the CEO was taking a few steps closer, trying to get a look at what the girl found. The empty canister a tuba player was carrying looked familiar.

Now he knew where he’d seen that before. Dakota had a handful of locations that received ominous notes about a “ground zero” and some sort of “revolution.” Gotham was getting those, too? Just how far out did this go? He’d already had a conversation with Bruce Wayne about a series of transport trucks being hijacked and stolen from his company. Fair warning only got people so far.

Mr. Alva sighed and shook his head. “What do you want to do about this, Mary?” he whispered in the headmistress’s ear. Calling GCPD would be a good start, but he needed to share something. “We got a note just like that at our headquarters and Sam’s school two weeks ago,” he whispered to Mary, hoping the kids wouldn’t overhear him.

Susan heard him. Whatever was on that note, this wasn’t meant to be heard by just anyone. Was it? “Ms. Dahl? What’s it say?”

Mary put on a smile. “Phoebe, will you go tell the music booth that this is just some one’s idea of a prank. You know those Rossum kids like to play pranks on us during big events.” Mary knew that’s not what this was, but she couldn’t have the music kids spreading panic. 

"I don’t want to cause a panic..but we do need to start getting people out of here. Perhaps we’ll skip the rest of the ceremony and I’ll have a fainting spell. That should disperse things." She glanced over her shoulder towards the meta booth, towards Susan and her hyperactive hearing. 

"It says that we should probably leave the festivities for another day." She folded the note over to hide the writing. 

Richard had already seen it and he was worried. What were they gonna do with all these kids? 

"I’ll call the police, but I don’t need all these kids panicking about something that may or may not occur." 

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"Yes, sir." Tamara was so embarrassed, she had hoped that this event would be a way to really show off the merit of their meta club instead Randy had to act like a lunatic and insult someone. It didn’t even matter that he had given money to the school, to Tamara it would have been just as bad if Mr. Alva hadn’t given them a cent. 

"Thank you, sir. I’d like that." Of course now she had doubts, but she gave Randy a haughty look of her own.If he wanted to go off the rails he could do it in his own club. By himself. 

Richard relaxed his protective posture, it didn’t seem things were going to get out of hand. In fact, things seemed to diffuse, which was good. Sam seemed to be doing ok with that girl as well. Whatever it was had been cleared up between them. 

Tamara also seemed relieved that Susan was back to her old self, she wondered what they had said to make everything all better. Whatever it was that relaxed Susan, Tamara was happy for it. She nudged her friend lightly and playfully. 

He knew that Richard had his own plans for the evening, probably. Now it appeared that Sam did, too. That little brunette wasn’t acting like such a wallflower anymore and was chatting it up as excitedly as a squirrel on cocaine. Whatever his son had said to her, it seemed to put her at ease. ‘Good job,’ he thought.

Susan beamed at Tamara and nudged back. So she thought she’d get the skinny on what happened? Nope. Nuh-uh. Not yet. Nope. Sam had wandered off to go talk to the dance team. She could see him flexing his muscles and hamming it up over there. Silly guy. Maybe hanging out with him would be a lot of fun this evening after all.

Mr. Alva wrote something down for Tamara. “I can arrange for a taxi to pick you up at the campus a little later. Just have your parents call me in advance to say it’s alright and I’ll let the restaurant know I’ll have—”

“Ms. Dahl!” Phoebe, one of the music students, rushed over to the pint-sized headmistress. “Ma’am, I think we have a problem. We found something in the fountain.”

The fountain wasn’t even remotely close to the booths. Susan tilted her head. “Why were you guys even close to the—oh no. You weren’t going to dunk the new kid into the fountain, were you? Guys, I know that’s tradition with the music kids, but—”

They were ignoring her and handed the paper over to Mary. Your campus has been chosen as a possible candidate for Ground Zero for the Revolution. Rejoice in your normalcy while you still can.

Richard certainly did. And he grinned at the thought that their son would be out for a few hours. Sammy made friend wherever he went, so it meant that his parents got a nice break. Especially on these school tours. 

Tamara would get the story eventually, for now, she was just glad Susan was back. It really weirded her out when Susan wasn’t acting like herself. She never thought it would be a boy that would trip her up. 

"Thank you, Mr. Alva. I will." She took the paper. At least Randy hadn’t ruined everything. 

Mary glanced up as Phoebe ran up waving some paper around. She glanced from Susan to Phoebe, trying to quiet the girls while she read. When she glanced up, her face was grave. 

"Phoebe, did anyone else see this?" They didn’t want to incite a panic. They didn’t need everyone running and going crazy. 

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If anyone knew what it was like to say the wrong thing at the wrong place and time, it was Edwin Alva Jr.; he’d made an off-color remark to reporters when he wasn’t paying attention at a dedication ceremony to a gymnasium his father provided for the Freeman Community Center. There was a lot of pressure on the children of powerful and influential people. Sometimes they’d make slip-ups.

On top of that, Randy had been through a rather traumatic experience. He’d been abducted, tortured, and force-fed gallons of Renuyu: a substance so toxic and mutagenic that it killed the former Calendar Girl last year. Mr. Alva remembered. He’d attended that funeral. He’d also seen the sneaky look on Alex Bellamy’s round face, but that was neither here nor there.

Sam had made slip-ups of his own once or twice. That, Mr. Alva could understand and be calm about. This wasn’t like that. That was a very severe accusation that Randy Daggett was making about his stepmother. Did he particularly care for Alex? No, not really. She was an overly ambitious social climber who used her former sex appeal to latch on to Roger Daggett and clean him out more efficiently than any bank robber ever could. That didn’t make Randy’s behavior excusable.

He could tell Ms. Dahl was embarrassed by this, as well as everyone else. “What a gifted actor,” he stated dryly, deciding to turn his attention more toward the raven-haired girl in charge. She needed an out from this drama bomb. “I can tell he’s going to be the next Matt Hagen.” Oh. Burn. “One moment, please?” He’d get to the other booths in a second. “Tamara…was it? I’m sorry. These glasses are old and my eyes aren’t quite what they used to be.”

That’s what the student ID seemed to say. “This club was a truly good idea and I hope more schools latch on to the notion. Metahuman awareness is a growing item of interest in today’s world. I’d love to talk a little more with you after the function’s over.” How droll; poor Randall looked about ready to murder him for saying that. “Sam, what are—”

“Ooooooh.” He’d been listening to what Susan had to say. “That suddenly explains why you were turning red.” He didn’t sound mad about it, either. That smile was still on his face. “If you still want to go and if it’s not weird, we could still go on a friend-date,” he whispered. “Believe me. I get it.”

Ah. So the offer for free food was still there, even if she made it clear she batted for the other team? Schway. “That actually sounds super good,” she agreed. When he said he wasn’t going to tell her friends if she hadn’t done so already, that was a relief. “Ha ha ha ha. So, Snowmageddon?” He nodded. “Schwaaaay. I’ll text you at 4.”

"Yes, sir." Tamara was so embarrassed, she had hoped that this event would be a way to really show off the merit of their meta club instead Randy had to act like a lunatic and insult someone. It didn’t even matter that he had given money to the school, to Tamara it would have been just as bad if Mr. Alva hadn’t given them a cent. 

"Thank you, sir. I’d like that." Of course now she had doubts, but she gave Randy a haughty look of her own.If he wanted to go off the rails he could do it in his own club. By himself. 

Richard relaxed his protective posture, it didn’t seem things were going to get out of hand. In fact, things seemed to diffuse, which was good. Sam seemed to be doing ok with that girl as well. Whatever it was had been cleared up between them. 

Tamara also seemed relieved that Susan was back to her old self, she wondered what they had said to make everything all better. Whatever it was that relaxed Susan, Tamara was happy for it. She nudged her friend lightly and playfully. 

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Tamara could remember being that shy around guys, she still was. Especially cute ones. Susan was probably just weirded out that a guy was hitting on her. 

"Yeah, I went to high school with most of those kids, I know for a fact how bad they were before." All those time F-Stop put his head in a toilet. 

"Sammy’s just overly friendly. Relax,kiddo, you got a gold card, you don’t need to try so hard." Richard rubbed the kid’s blonde hair embarrassingly. Richard could see the girl’s discomfort and so turned the attention to Sammy instead. The kid liked attention. 

"Daaaddddd." Sammy groaned again, running a hand through his hair trying to flatten it again. ’Dad?…’ Tamara thought, glancing at Randy who knew these people better than her. Wasn’t he…Mr Alva’s son?

"Randy. How’s Alex?" Richard asked, oh this would probably good to distract from that poor little girl. 

“I’m not on speaking terms with her anymore, actually!” Randy insisted in the cheeriest and phoniest tone he could muster as he smiled from cheek to cheek. “She was keeping me locked up in one of the Daggett labs after my little accident and just hoped that somehow her doctors could fix the mistake before anyone found out. Fancy that!”

Oh god. This wasn’t good. A few people were turning their heads to look at him. Alex hadn’t cured him? Everyone just assumed that she had, considering Randy was back at school. Mr. Alva was staring at the redhead now, trying to check for problems. “You know, Alex called me, asking me if I had any suggestions on how to help.” This was neither the time nor the place for this.

“I don’t need help, Mr. Alva,” Randy insisted, his words becoming progressively more venomous, “especially not from you.” The nerve of this guy. “I’ll explain later,” he told Tamara. “Su, did you want to get some fresh air? You look like we’re taking you to the vet or something.”

What…the fuck just happened? The brunette stayed where she was, took a deep breath, and all she could do was apologize. She didn’t know what the hell had just gotten into Randy. These guys were donating money to the school and just a second ago, Randy was fine. All she could think was that the attention wasn’t really on her anymore, which was a small relief, but now she was embarrassed by something else.

Gingerly, she moved a bit closer to Sam and whispered something in his ear. The only part that was only mildly audible to anyone else was and my friends don’t know yet.

Tamara stared at Randy, what was his problem? What had happened to him? That was completely uncalled for behavior and she had half a mind to tell him so right now, but Ms. Dahl started laughing and clapping and everyone looked at her. 

"Very nice performance, Mr Dagget. he’s in our acting department, you know." The tiny woman smiled at the pale young man. "But next time, pick a scene everyone recognizes." her smile didn’t reach her eyes and she was definitely not fooled or impressed. 

Richard was watching the young Dagget carefully, he knew all about that kid’s linage and while he didn’t like to assume things about people just because of their families (his husband included) he knew this kid was a bad egg. Not to mention, possibly meta human. The bad kind.

"Pretty convincing to me." Richard said. Tamara knew this was bad and she hadn’t expected Randy to ever act like that. Or say things like that to a man who was giving their school money.

 ”Come on, Eddie, there are plenty of other kids to meet.” He put a hand on his husband’s shoulder, he really was on the defensive. He’d been right to bring his Gear with him. 

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