The Legion of Nothing In the Public Eye: Part 1

HQ had beco busy.

Ok, that might be an overstatent, but it no longer felt deserted. Travis sat at one of the command consoles at the main table. A pile of books sat next to him. His Spanish book was open and he was making flash cards with a Spanish word written on one side and the English equivalent on the other.

“It got too noisy in the dorm,” he’d said. “I didn’t want to go to the library, so I ca here. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” I’d said.

So now he sat there, flashcards in one huge hand, pen in the other.

anwhile, I sat in front of one of the other command consoles going through the ssages in the voicemail system. It had a lot of ssages because I’d never gotten around to listening to them.

When I say “never got around to listening to them,” I an it in the most literal sense possible. I an that my grandfather’s voice still welcod people to the Heroes’ League even though he had been dead for five months, and he was the last person who had checked for ssages.

There were hundreds. Scrolling down the screen, I highlighted everything except the last week’s and deleted them, hoping that I wasn’t losing anything important. Then I listened to the hundred or so that were left.

I deleted reporters asking for interviews instantly, leaving the ones that were more problematic. A few were from established teams like the various regional Defenders units congratulating us on reestablishing the group. Did we have to make a response? I decided to put it to the rest of the group later.

Then there were the calls from people who probably ought to have called the police or the fire departnt instead. We had a “my cat’s stuck in a tree” call from a couple days ago. Hopefully it was down by now, but we really ought to set so sort of policy on things like that.

We also had a call from an angry sounding man who ranted about the state of the world and finished by shouting about how kids our age ought to be in school instead of beating up people. That was quickly deleted.

Finally, the Mayor’s office had left a voicemail asking us all to co down and et him. I kept that one.

Then I headed off to the bathroom—though “bathroom” is a bit of a misnor. It’s actually more of a locker room. It’s got six stalls, four urinals and ten showers. Plus lockers.

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The original League only had one woman—Ghostwoman—and she wasn’t all that active after the 50’s, making the old League sothing of a sausage fest. The “New Heroes League” (or so the press had nad us, much to Cassie's annoyance) was closer to equal and had three girls and five guys and it looked like we were already beginning to compete for control of the facilities.

At any rate, that’s how I interpreted the existence of three boxes of tampons and pads that had been placed under the sink.

When I finished my business in one of the stalls, I discovered that soone had again flipped the toilet paper—which made it twice in the past two weeks. Instead of going over the top, it now fell behind. I switched it back.

I checked the other stalls. They’d been changed too. I switched them back for good asure.

When I got back to the table, Travis put down the cards. “We missed all the action a couple nights ago.”

“It worked out,” I said.

“We can’t count on these guys having heart attacks. We’ve got to work out a better system. Instead of having everyone do backup, we have a couple people we assign to do backup. That way they’ve already made their excuses and they’re ready to go.

“I was in the library talking with a girl, and then my phone goes off and I have to run across campus, get my costu and my car. If I’d been prepared, I’d have been there faster.”

We talked about it for a while longer and then he said, “What we really need is faster transportation. The League had all that shit. Any idea what happened to it?”

“It’s probably all in the hanger,” I said. “You want to take a look? My grandfather mothballed all of it, so I’m sure it can work, but I doubt it does right now.”

I went back to the main nu on the command console, clicked to open the hanger doors and turn on the lights.

And now we begin to get into the at of the story. We also begin to talk about toilet paper a little. Because toilet paper is important.