| 14 Days Post-Eclipse |
Now, it's time for me to sign off, dear listeners. As of right now, there's still no zombie sightings, but be on your guard. These things tend to take their time. Stay safe and stay vigilant. I'll be here, waiting for you tomorrow. This is Show Pony, signing off.
As the outro theme started to play in his headphones, he took them off and stood up. He was going to meet with a bunch of others about this whole mysterious death thing. Not that he was sure where he fitted in to it, not with a power that could only harm. But it was better than just sitting at home, waiting for it to be time to start his radio show again. And if they had to fight anyone, then he guessed he'd be useful.
He grabbed his notes for the next day's show on his way out, shoving them into his backpack as he walked. Apparently some people were attempting to suppress their powers. Not him- he'd learned that suppressing his just made it worse. So he was embracing it and not really using it. Well... except to occasionally annoy people who were being dicks in public. But they deserved it. And it wasn't like he was rendering them unconscious or anything, he was just confusing them and giving them headaches.
Life had somewhat returned to normal as people started to get to grips with their powers. There was still the occasional wildfire or whatever, but they had a pretty good fire department. They were learning to deal with it. Of course, many without powers still thought that they needed to be locked away. People who voiced those opinions in public often got a blast of his powers as well.
He reached the Starbucks they were all meeting in and ordered an Americano, one sugar. His coffee in hand, he took the seat nearest the window and waited.