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Janice Fitzpatrick was not supposed to be here. Janice Fitzpatrick was not a con-goer. If anyone saw Janice Fitzpatrick's face at the Supermegaawesomecon, she was sure that they would never let her live it down, ever. Unfortunately for her, there were some gaps in her shelves she had been neglecting for too long, in desperate need of merchandise to fill them. And the normal retail stores and trading posts hadn't been cutting it out for her lately.

She had no choice. The convention was her only option.

So there she was, all but lost in the flood of noise, various business transactions and costumes with a greater range of quality and elaborateness than one would see at a Venetian masquerade party. Through it all, she was giving a practiced scowl that stated she didn't belong here and didn't want to be here -- were it not for the DC Comics stand, she would never have bothered. Janice's long fingers were breezing over the various collectibles available, trying to decide which would be the most worth it, when something not at the stands caught her eye.

It was a brief flash of blonde and electric blue. It seemed familiar. Turning away from the stand, her eyes scanned the floor in the hopes she could get a clearer image. She was hoping that it was just her imagining things, or just someone with a similar look, but based on what she'd seen and heard of this individual, it wasn't improbable he would be pulling a stunt like this one...

"Scheelite," she hissed under her breath. He was wearing a Burger King crown, for godsakes.

With a hand on one hip Janice stalked her way up to the strutting Captain, forcefully grabbed his shoulder and asked, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Janice didn't answer. Instead, Janice's hand did the talking for her -- in the form of it clamping in a cold vicegrip around Scheelite's ear, and yanking him away from the center of the floor and towards a relatively more quiet and secluded spot under the stairs. There she released him, and crossed her arms so that she could give him what was quite possibly the most party-pooping scowling glare he had ever seen... and he'd dealt with teachers from Hillworth.

If that wasn't enough evidence this person was from the Negaverse, there was no telling what was.

"Captain. Scheelite," she started, her breath coming and going at a forcibly controlled pace. "You are at a convention. In uniform. And goofing off. IN UNIFORM. Mind telling me how 'bringing a little more awesome' to this symposium for people with no taste has anything to do with what you're supposed to be doing while in uniform?"

Weird conclusions indeed. Janice's facial expression faltered a bit, obviously a bit baffled by how Scheelite's mind brought him to those ideas. But that didn't last for very long -- she shook her head curtly and that frown was right back on her face as she formed a reply. "I doubt the Queen would ever waste her time in a place like this. And neither should you, Scheelite." And as those last words formed themselves, her buttondown and saddle shoes rippled away, in its place a dark lab-coat, metallic shoulderguards denoting her as a Captain, and a very familiar set of goggles.

Then she realized she might be sounding hypocritical.

"Or at the very least, not on the Negaverse's time."

There, much better.

"No wonder you're such a joke among the ranks," she remarked, with a saddened shake of the head. "You'd probably be better off as a youma."

To be fair, it said something about Scheelite that he was bothered by Uranophane's snide remark at all -- and how defensive he got about it, even more so. Even though she couldn't be sure of what to believe in his tirade describing his exploits as a Negaverser, but the fact that he was speaking up at all, and trying to prove to her that he was doing his part to contribute to the cause, definitely meant someth--

"HEY!!"

The Captain's hands clenched into fists at their sides and she broke off into a sprint after Scheelite, trying not to lose him in the colorful crowd as he bounded, giggling like a classical maniac, away from her. "YOU GET BACK HERE!"

The chase was on, and Uranophane at least didn't care about who got in her way. The throngs of people were like moving, squishy bowling pins who were risking tears to their cosplay outfits or damage to their merchandise by even being on the floor.

Uranophane, in an embarassing fit of staying-still-while-watching-her-adversary-monologue, glared at Scheelite with her lips curled in a sneer to end all sneers as he outlined the parameters of his game. This was stupid. She had no idea how in the hell chasing this monkey across the hotel would prove anything about him... then again, she figured she would relish the idea of bringing him to the ground and doing something to reflect that ridiculous ego of his.

The other Captain bounded off again, and Uranophane skirted around behind the stalls and tables where the crowds would hopefully be thinner, no doubt earning herself a stiff neck in the near future with the way she had it craned.

Scheelite was bounding around like some kind of stage performer, obviously showing off just to be an a** -- showing off meant slowing down.

She took careful note of how he was moving, trying to piece together a pattern from it, if there was one... and then she sidled into the line for Dippin Dots.

The line wasn't too terribly long, miraculously. Either people weren't in much of a mood for overpriced frozen treats made possible with the wonders of liquid nitrogen... or they were reasonably afraid of the scowling Negaverser and decided it would be a better idea to get some for themselves later. Whatever the case, it only took a few minutes before Uranophane was at the front of the line. Wordlessly, and very angrily, she slammed a handful of bills on the counter in exchange for a large order of vanilla.

Then she was back on the chase... the hunt... whatever it was, sidling behind stands to try and catch a glimpse of Scheelite jumping around somewhere. Uranophane really hadn't a clue where to look -- besides, perhaps, "somewhere silly and stupid" -- and so she was banking on him making himself visible to her again for the sheer sake of taunting her. If nothing else, this other Captain was a show-off, and she just had to catch him in the act of it.

Somehow, Scheelite's piercingly aggravating voice -- one Zinkenite would swear that he can her from miles away -- didn't cut through the crowd quite enough to reach Uranophane's ears. Maybe the crowd had just that many more annoying people in it, maybe Uranophane had tuned them all out in order to preserve the last, desperate remnants of her sanity. It was hard to tell.

However, the toppling Transformer, in spite of it not being the size of a skyscraper, created enough of a cacaphony to catch her attention. She turned to see what the fuss was, and all it took was seeing that blonde head and those glowsticks in order for her to start giving chase again.

"You're going to regret placing that bet, Captain Scheelite!" The word 'captain' was emphasized with sneering sarcasm -- and as she thundered closer, her free hand reached out to take a swipe at him.