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fardell24Jamie looked around as Mr. Elders gave a tour of the Solarium. “It looks more like a lair than a solarium.”
“Jamie!” Quinn said. “I don’t think so. Besides, an actual lair could be anything, like an office building or an ordinary house.”
“Lair? I suppose it could be,” Mr. Elders said.
‘I hope he’s joking,’ Quinn thought as she looked around. ‘Lawndale doesn’t need any new villains.’
“But that word sounds sinister,” Mr. Elders added.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Quinn asked.
“But this place looks like one of those places in one of those movies,” Jamie said.
“But this isn’t a movie!” Quinn objected.
“No, it isn’t,” Mr. Elders said. “But this building has been used for other purposes in its history.”
“Of course,” Quinn said, as she remembered what she told Jamie about the Historia earlier.
“What?” Mr. Elders asked.
“What else is here?” Quinn asked. “Maybe something that’s still drawing power?”
“I doubt it,” Mr. Elders responded. “I had a good look at the place before I bought it.”
Jamie thought about it as he, Quinn and Mr. Elders searched the building the Solarium was in. It looked more like a lair than he had thought. ‘But Lawndale hasn’t had villains in it’s past?’
They went down to the basement. “I guess I didn’t really look down here,” Mr. Elders said. “I was focused on the rest of the building and establishing the solarium.”
“Sometimes it’s something that’s overlooked that can cause a problem,” Quinn said.
Meanwhile, as his grandfather and other two were searching the building, a bored Sam Elders was thinking. While his grandfather had pushed aside Jamie’s comment about the Solarium being a lair, he had overheard it and was considering it. ‘We can be villains and be worthy opponents to SpiderGirl and the others,’ he thought. ‘Groundhog Day was too far of course.’
‘There’s definitely something here,’ Quinn thought, as her enhanced hearing was picking something up. She wandered in that direction and threw a tarp aside. “Look here,” she said. “It looks like some kind of electric furnace.”
“You’re right,” Mr. Elders said. “Here I thought the building just had really good insulation.”
“Now we just need to find the off switch,” Quinn said.
“Over here,” Jamie said. He flipped off the switch and the glow of the antiquated furnace started to fade.
Quinn and Jamie emerged from the solarium and saw that the street lights were no longer flickering. “We did it, Quinn,” Jamie said. “But what now?”
“We head back to the Historia and fill the others in,” Quinn said.
“Right.”
“So, the problem was an old heating system?” Sam asked his grandfather.
“Yes, and combined with all our solarium equipment, it was enough to cause the brownouts in Lawndale. I should have checked.”
‘It’s just the start,’ Sam thought.
Brittany met Quinn as she entered the Historia. “Jamie came up behind me when I went to the roof,” Quinn explained.
“I knew something happened,” Brittany said. “But what did you find?”
“I’ll explain shortly.”
Daria returned shortly afterwards. She had also seen that the brownouts seemed to have stopped. ‘Maybe the power company finally got their act together,” she considered as she entered the café.
“Quinn has found the cause and it has been rectified,” Mrs. Rowe said. “I have notified the power company and the council.”
“So, what happened?” Daria asked.
Quinn then explained what she had Jamie had found at the Solarium.
“…and so, Jamie switched off the furnace,” Quinn concluded.
“But what stops them turning it on again?” Jane asked. “Given that you said that he thought the building was well insulated?”
“That’s a good question. But people know that it’s the cause now. The police or the vigilantes would show up there first,” Quinn said.
“Or the power company would just cut them off,” Daria pointed out.
“If it would be safe to do so,” Mrs. Rowe added.
“There is that,” Quinn said.
‘Would I go there if the brownouts started again?’ Jane wondered as she looked at the location on the map.
SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon met up on the roof shortly afterwards. “There’s that mystery solved,” the latter said.
“But why do I get the feeling that it’s just the start of something?” SpiderGirl asked, both herself and her friend.
“Maybe it’s paranoia?” Ninja Talon asked.
“No, it’s more like, intuition, if that makes sense.”
“It does, given your powers and those of the Enigma.”
“I guess so. But I hope there aren’t people with greater powers out there,” SpiderGirl said.
Helen returned home to find Daria putting the lasagne in the oven while listening to the radio. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“I thought I would do more, given that there’s only the three of us,” Daria said.
“I suppose so.”
“It is now 7 PM. WLND News. The Brownout issue has been resolved this afternoon after a teen investigator found that a solarium had an old furnace still turned on.”
“Teen investigators solving Lawndale’s issues?” Helen asked. “I suppose if there are superpowered vigilantes running about…”
“Actually, it was Quinn,” Daria said.
“Quinn?” Helen asked. “I suppose if she’s now involved in mentoring fellow students, student journalism and running the Historia, she can be an investigator too. But it shouldn’t have taken a teen investigator to find the source of the problem.”
“I did hear you say something about incompetence this morning,” Daria added.
“Regarding the power company. By the way how do you think Quinn’s doing?”
“She’s still grieving, but she’s coping.”
“She said something about nightmares this morning,” Helen said with concern.
“I don’t think those will go away.”
Sandi had heard the same report. “Teen investigator?” she wondered. ‘It could be anyone, not necessarily Quinn,’ she thought. She opened her yearbook. After Melinda Brosnan was Philippa Bynon. She downed the energy drink. “Findu mann sem heiter: Philippa Bynon!”
She found Phillipa at her place on Glen Oaks Lane, on the same block as the Morgendorffers.
‘Not very far at all,’ she thought.
SpiderGirl felt the tingle as she swung over the Bynon’s yard towards her house which she could see a few lots away. “That is annoying,” she murmured.
“Quinn! You’re here,” her mother said. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Thanks.”
“So, you found the source of the brownouts?”
“Yeah, it was an old furnace in a solarium. It was Jamie who turned it off,” Quinn responded.
“Still, it’s disturbing that a teenager did something the power company couldn’t.”
“Maybe they were looking in the wrong place.”
Meanwhile, Sam Elders was in his Lawndale State dorm room, planning something. ‘These old props should do it,’ he thought.
After midnight, Sandi approached the Morgendorffers and saw that Daria’s light still was on. “She’s here,” she said to herself. She didn’t want a repeat of the previous night, even if she did meet Dafoanairi.
Daria opened her door and saw Sandi there. “Come in,” she said.
Sandi went over to the wall. “So it was Quinn who found the source?” she asked, after she read the note she had written.
“Yes, along with Jamie,” Daria answered.
“At least that is over,” Sandi said. “Although I have feeling it may not be.”
“Intuition? I wouldn’t put stock in it,” Daria said. ‘Although if she is the Enigma I wouldn’t put it past her.’
“So, we continue investigating Oscorp?” Sandi asked.
“Yes, although apparently the owner of the solarium has no connection to them.”
“Has anyone actually asked him?”
“It may have been one of the Sun-Herald reporters. I read one of their online articles earlier,” Daria answered as she turned to her computer. She went to her bookmarks and brought up the article in question. “A Penelope Jericho. She seems fairly balanced.”
“I see,” Sandi said as she read the article. “But this doesn’t say much.”
“Of course, he could have bought the tanning beds from them for all I know.”
“Maybe that’s something we could check.”
“But not tonight,” Daria said.
“Of course not.”
“But we can look at more of the properties on the map.”
“Sure,” Sandi said.
They soon climbed down the trellis and went out into the street. Sandi considered talking about Dafoanairi. ‘But if Dafoanairi is Daria, then she will then know I’m the Enigma.’ She shook her head. She had another idea. “You know, maybe someone else can help us.”
“Who?” Daria asked.
“Philippa Bynon. She is only a few houses down.”
“I don’t know who that is, and bringing more people into this probably isn’t a good idea.”
Even so, Daria followed Sandi around the back of the house a few houses to the east of hers. She didn’t know any of the other families on the block, really. ‘Maybe that’s part of the problem. No one knows their neighbors anymore,’ she thought as she and Sandi came around to the back yard. One of the back bedroom lights was on. ‘But is that Philippa, or another member of her family?’
Sandi started throwing small stones onto the window.
Daria sighed.
Philippa Bynon was reading late, when she heard something. “Stones on the window?” she murmured. She then opened the window and saw Sandi Griffin and another girl in her yard. “Sandi? What are you doing?”
“Daria and I are investigating Oscorp and I thought you could join us.”
Philippa thought on that. She still wasn’t tired, which was why she was reading so late. “Oscorp?” she smirked mischievously. “Sure.”
Daria saw Philippa emerge from the back door five minutes later. She got a closer look at her. She had short wavy brown hair. But she also saw that she was carrying toilet paper. “Toilet paper? Really?” she asked.
“We are going by their offices, right?” Philippa asked.
“We are,” Daria answered.
“Let’s do it!” Sandi added.
Daria sighed. “Of course you would do it, given you’re a rebel now.”
“Exactly, besides, I don’t think Harry would mind much,” Sandi said.
“Of course, you both hang out with Harry Osborn these days,” Philippa commented.
“Yes,” Sandi said. “Given that he has no preconceived notions about me.”
“The Fashion Club was going to end anyway,” Philippa said. “You know that, right?”
“Eventually,” Sandi admitted.
“Let’s not get into that,” Daria said.
“Where are we going first?” Philippa asked, clearing trying to change the topic.
“Downtown. There are many Oscorp offices there,” Daria answered.
“As in more than one?” Philippa asked.
“Yes, their presence in Lawndale is larger than anyone thought,” Sandi explained.
As they headed downtown, Philippa thought about what Sandi had said. ‘I think I had heard something about that. Or was it in the newspaper? Groundhog Day is not the only major shock!’
Twenty five minutes later, they walked along Third Street. “There,” Daria said.
“Where?” Philippa asked.
“Elders Solarium. That’s where the source of the brownouts was,” Daria explained.
“It does look old. Around the same age as the Historia,” Sandi said.
Philippa looked at the Solarium building. It did have Art Deco features, but that was where it’s similarity to the Historia ended. “So, you and the other three run the Historia?”
“Yes,” Daria answered. “We’re involved in various aspects of the business. Mrs. Rowe is the manager. She liaises with suppliers and with Oscorp and the Council. Although we are involved in those aspects as well.”
“I see,” Philippa said. She then saw an Oscorp office, bearing it’s logo. “There!”
Soon, that particular office’s frontage was covered in toilet paper.
“Are we done now?” Daria asked.
“Yes,” Sandi answered. “It does seem to be active in the day.”
“Although probably not yesterday,” Philippa said.
“Other places were,” Daria said.
“That’s a good point,” Phillipa said.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Sandi lead them to where she and the others had battled the Green Goblin nearly a week before. ‘There’s still the fact that he knows I’m me,’ she thought. But still, Norman Osborn was still in an unconscious condition in Cedars of Lawndale.
“This street is still being repaired?” Phillipa asked.
“Yes, something happened,” Sandi said.
They cased the new Oscorp warehouse on that street for half an hour, but there wasn’t a delivery during that time. They then headed home.
SpiderGirl swung off on her nightly patrol before Daria got home.
She later came upon the toilet papered building, noting that it was an Oscorp office. “Toilet papering Oscorp? I doubt that would make any difference,” she thought.
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Friday, February 16, 2001
Brownout Problem Resolved by Penelope Jericho
SpiderGirl read through the article on the Historia’s roof. She then looked out over the town, seeing that it was stirring as the Sun rose. ‘I better get back for breakfast,’ she thought.
Sam Elders arrived at the storage facility close to Lawndale State. He then went to his storage unit. As he looked at the various props stored in it, he drew up a plan for that afternoon.
‘Now, how to get it all to the Solarium before class without Grandfather noticing.’
Quinn re-entered the house through the kitchen door. Daria was making her breakfast. “Quinn.”
“Sometimes an early morning walk helps to clear one’s head,” Quinn responded.
“I know that and Mom still goes on her powerwalks.”
“True.”
“What do you think of the fact that the brownouts lasted as long as they did?” Daria asked.
“It is as Mom said, incompetence,” Quinn answered with a giggle as opened a cupboard.
“That’s part of the problem,” Daria commented.
Meanwhile, Officer Peterson was looking at the toilet papered Oscorp building.
‘This is minor compared to everything else,’ she thought. ‘But it still needs to be investigated. Given it’s Oscorp I doubt SpiderGirl, Ninja Talon, the Enigma or Daria would want to stop it either.’ She wasn’t sure how the Shadow would react, given that she had only seen her briefly on Groundhog Day. “What do you think?” she asked one of her colleagues.
“No damage, just the cleanup bill.”
‘Pocket change to them.’
Lawndale was recovering, slowly, from the brownouts as the day went on.
Jamie arrived at school early and found Elly Aitkin hanging out with her friend Freya Daniels. “Hi, Elly, Freya.”
“Hi, Jamie,” Elly said with a giggle.
“You know, I was the one who stopped the brownouts last night,” Jamie said,
“Are you serious?” Freya asked.
“Of course I am,” Jamie responded.
Elly stepped closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s so cool.”
“Really, Elly?” Freya asked. “He’s bragging!”
“So, we have our teen investigator here,” Elly said.
“Maybe,” Freya considered.
“Jamie!” Quinn said. “I don’t think so. Besides, an actual lair could be anything, like an office building or an ordinary house.”
“Lair? I suppose it could be,” Mr. Elders said.
‘I hope he’s joking,’ Quinn thought as she looked around. ‘Lawndale doesn’t need any new villains.’
“But that word sounds sinister,” Mr. Elders added.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Quinn asked.
“But this place looks like one of those places in one of those movies,” Jamie said.
“But this isn’t a movie!” Quinn objected.
“No, it isn’t,” Mr. Elders said. “But this building has been used for other purposes in its history.”
“Of course,” Quinn said, as she remembered what she told Jamie about the Historia earlier.
“What?” Mr. Elders asked.
“What else is here?” Quinn asked. “Maybe something that’s still drawing power?”
“I doubt it,” Mr. Elders responded. “I had a good look at the place before I bought it.”
Jamie thought about it as he, Quinn and Mr. Elders searched the building the Solarium was in. It looked more like a lair than he had thought. ‘But Lawndale hasn’t had villains in it’s past?’
They went down to the basement. “I guess I didn’t really look down here,” Mr. Elders said. “I was focused on the rest of the building and establishing the solarium.”
“Sometimes it’s something that’s overlooked that can cause a problem,” Quinn said.
Meanwhile, as his grandfather and other two were searching the building, a bored Sam Elders was thinking. While his grandfather had pushed aside Jamie’s comment about the Solarium being a lair, he had overheard it and was considering it. ‘We can be villains and be worthy opponents to SpiderGirl and the others,’ he thought. ‘Groundhog Day was too far of course.’
‘There’s definitely something here,’ Quinn thought, as her enhanced hearing was picking something up. She wandered in that direction and threw a tarp aside. “Look here,” she said. “It looks like some kind of electric furnace.”
“You’re right,” Mr. Elders said. “Here I thought the building just had really good insulation.”
“Now we just need to find the off switch,” Quinn said.
“Over here,” Jamie said. He flipped off the switch and the glow of the antiquated furnace started to fade.
Quinn and Jamie emerged from the solarium and saw that the street lights were no longer flickering. “We did it, Quinn,” Jamie said. “But what now?”
“We head back to the Historia and fill the others in,” Quinn said.
“Right.”
“So, the problem was an old heating system?” Sam asked his grandfather.
“Yes, and combined with all our solarium equipment, it was enough to cause the brownouts in Lawndale. I should have checked.”
‘It’s just the start,’ Sam thought.
Brittany met Quinn as she entered the Historia. “Jamie came up behind me when I went to the roof,” Quinn explained.
“I knew something happened,” Brittany said. “But what did you find?”
“I’ll explain shortly.”
Daria returned shortly afterwards. She had also seen that the brownouts seemed to have stopped. ‘Maybe the power company finally got their act together,” she considered as she entered the café.
“Quinn has found the cause and it has been rectified,” Mrs. Rowe said. “I have notified the power company and the council.”
“So, what happened?” Daria asked.
Quinn then explained what she had Jamie had found at the Solarium.
“…and so, Jamie switched off the furnace,” Quinn concluded.
“But what stops them turning it on again?” Jane asked. “Given that you said that he thought the building was well insulated?”
“That’s a good question. But people know that it’s the cause now. The police or the vigilantes would show up there first,” Quinn said.
“Or the power company would just cut them off,” Daria pointed out.
“If it would be safe to do so,” Mrs. Rowe added.
“There is that,” Quinn said.
‘Would I go there if the brownouts started again?’ Jane wondered as she looked at the location on the map.
SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon met up on the roof shortly afterwards. “There’s that mystery solved,” the latter said.
“But why do I get the feeling that it’s just the start of something?” SpiderGirl asked, both herself and her friend.
“Maybe it’s paranoia?” Ninja Talon asked.
“No, it’s more like, intuition, if that makes sense.”
“It does, given your powers and those of the Enigma.”
“I guess so. But I hope there aren’t people with greater powers out there,” SpiderGirl said.
Helen returned home to find Daria putting the lasagne in the oven while listening to the radio. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“I thought I would do more, given that there’s only the three of us,” Daria said.
“I suppose so.”
“It is now 7 PM. WLND News. The Brownout issue has been resolved this afternoon after a teen investigator found that a solarium had an old furnace still turned on.”
“Teen investigators solving Lawndale’s issues?” Helen asked. “I suppose if there are superpowered vigilantes running about…”
“Actually, it was Quinn,” Daria said.
“Quinn?” Helen asked. “I suppose if she’s now involved in mentoring fellow students, student journalism and running the Historia, she can be an investigator too. But it shouldn’t have taken a teen investigator to find the source of the problem.”
“I did hear you say something about incompetence this morning,” Daria added.
“Regarding the power company. By the way how do you think Quinn’s doing?”
“She’s still grieving, but she’s coping.”
“She said something about nightmares this morning,” Helen said with concern.
“I don’t think those will go away.”
Sandi had heard the same report. “Teen investigator?” she wondered. ‘It could be anyone, not necessarily Quinn,’ she thought. She opened her yearbook. After Melinda Brosnan was Philippa Bynon. She downed the energy drink. “Findu mann sem heiter: Philippa Bynon!”
She found Phillipa at her place on Glen Oaks Lane, on the same block as the Morgendorffers.
‘Not very far at all,’ she thought.
SpiderGirl felt the tingle as she swung over the Bynon’s yard towards her house which she could see a few lots away. “That is annoying,” she murmured.
“Quinn! You’re here,” her mother said. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Thanks.”
“So, you found the source of the brownouts?”
“Yeah, it was an old furnace in a solarium. It was Jamie who turned it off,” Quinn responded.
“Still, it’s disturbing that a teenager did something the power company couldn’t.”
“Maybe they were looking in the wrong place.”
Meanwhile, Sam Elders was in his Lawndale State dorm room, planning something. ‘These old props should do it,’ he thought.
After midnight, Sandi approached the Morgendorffers and saw that Daria’s light still was on. “She’s here,” she said to herself. She didn’t want a repeat of the previous night, even if she did meet Dafoanairi.
Daria opened her door and saw Sandi there. “Come in,” she said.
Sandi went over to the wall. “So it was Quinn who found the source?” she asked, after she read the note she had written.
“Yes, along with Jamie,” Daria answered.
“At least that is over,” Sandi said. “Although I have feeling it may not be.”
“Intuition? I wouldn’t put stock in it,” Daria said. ‘Although if she is the Enigma I wouldn’t put it past her.’
“So, we continue investigating Oscorp?” Sandi asked.
“Yes, although apparently the owner of the solarium has no connection to them.”
“Has anyone actually asked him?”
“It may have been one of the Sun-Herald reporters. I read one of their online articles earlier,” Daria answered as she turned to her computer. She went to her bookmarks and brought up the article in question. “A Penelope Jericho. She seems fairly balanced.”
“I see,” Sandi said as she read the article. “But this doesn’t say much.”
“Of course, he could have bought the tanning beds from them for all I know.”
“Maybe that’s something we could check.”
“But not tonight,” Daria said.
“Of course not.”
“But we can look at more of the properties on the map.”
“Sure,” Sandi said.
They soon climbed down the trellis and went out into the street. Sandi considered talking about Dafoanairi. ‘But if Dafoanairi is Daria, then she will then know I’m the Enigma.’ She shook her head. She had another idea. “You know, maybe someone else can help us.”
“Who?” Daria asked.
“Philippa Bynon. She is only a few houses down.”
“I don’t know who that is, and bringing more people into this probably isn’t a good idea.”
Even so, Daria followed Sandi around the back of the house a few houses to the east of hers. She didn’t know any of the other families on the block, really. ‘Maybe that’s part of the problem. No one knows their neighbors anymore,’ she thought as she and Sandi came around to the back yard. One of the back bedroom lights was on. ‘But is that Philippa, or another member of her family?’
Sandi started throwing small stones onto the window.
Daria sighed.
Philippa Bynon was reading late, when she heard something. “Stones on the window?” she murmured. She then opened the window and saw Sandi Griffin and another girl in her yard. “Sandi? What are you doing?”
“Daria and I are investigating Oscorp and I thought you could join us.”
Philippa thought on that. She still wasn’t tired, which was why she was reading so late. “Oscorp?” she smirked mischievously. “Sure.”
Daria saw Philippa emerge from the back door five minutes later. She got a closer look at her. She had short wavy brown hair. But she also saw that she was carrying toilet paper. “Toilet paper? Really?” she asked.
“We are going by their offices, right?” Philippa asked.
“We are,” Daria answered.
“Let’s do it!” Sandi added.
Daria sighed. “Of course you would do it, given you’re a rebel now.”
“Exactly, besides, I don’t think Harry would mind much,” Sandi said.
“Of course, you both hang out with Harry Osborn these days,” Philippa commented.
“Yes,” Sandi said. “Given that he has no preconceived notions about me.”
“The Fashion Club was going to end anyway,” Philippa said. “You know that, right?”
“Eventually,” Sandi admitted.
“Let’s not get into that,” Daria said.
“Where are we going first?” Philippa asked, clearing trying to change the topic.
“Downtown. There are many Oscorp offices there,” Daria answered.
“As in more than one?” Philippa asked.
“Yes, their presence in Lawndale is larger than anyone thought,” Sandi explained.
As they headed downtown, Philippa thought about what Sandi had said. ‘I think I had heard something about that. Or was it in the newspaper? Groundhog Day is not the only major shock!’
Twenty five minutes later, they walked along Third Street. “There,” Daria said.
“Where?” Philippa asked.
“Elders Solarium. That’s where the source of the brownouts was,” Daria explained.
“It does look old. Around the same age as the Historia,” Sandi said.
Philippa looked at the Solarium building. It did have Art Deco features, but that was where it’s similarity to the Historia ended. “So, you and the other three run the Historia?”
“Yes,” Daria answered. “We’re involved in various aspects of the business. Mrs. Rowe is the manager. She liaises with suppliers and with Oscorp and the Council. Although we are involved in those aspects as well.”
“I see,” Philippa said. She then saw an Oscorp office, bearing it’s logo. “There!”
Soon, that particular office’s frontage was covered in toilet paper.
“Are we done now?” Daria asked.
“Yes,” Sandi answered. “It does seem to be active in the day.”
“Although probably not yesterday,” Philippa said.
“Other places were,” Daria said.
“That’s a good point,” Phillipa said.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Sandi lead them to where she and the others had battled the Green Goblin nearly a week before. ‘There’s still the fact that he knows I’m me,’ she thought. But still, Norman Osborn was still in an unconscious condition in Cedars of Lawndale.
“This street is still being repaired?” Phillipa asked.
“Yes, something happened,” Sandi said.
They cased the new Oscorp warehouse on that street for half an hour, but there wasn’t a delivery during that time. They then headed home.
SpiderGirl swung off on her nightly patrol before Daria got home.
She later came upon the toilet papered building, noting that it was an Oscorp office. “Toilet papering Oscorp? I doubt that would make any difference,” she thought.
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Friday, February 16, 2001
Brownout Problem Resolved by Penelope Jericho
SpiderGirl read through the article on the Historia’s roof. She then looked out over the town, seeing that it was stirring as the Sun rose. ‘I better get back for breakfast,’ she thought.
Sam Elders arrived at the storage facility close to Lawndale State. He then went to his storage unit. As he looked at the various props stored in it, he drew up a plan for that afternoon.
‘Now, how to get it all to the Solarium before class without Grandfather noticing.’
Quinn re-entered the house through the kitchen door. Daria was making her breakfast. “Quinn.”
“Sometimes an early morning walk helps to clear one’s head,” Quinn responded.
“I know that and Mom still goes on her powerwalks.”
“True.”
“What do you think of the fact that the brownouts lasted as long as they did?” Daria asked.
“It is as Mom said, incompetence,” Quinn answered with a giggle as opened a cupboard.
“That’s part of the problem,” Daria commented.
Meanwhile, Officer Peterson was looking at the toilet papered Oscorp building.
‘This is minor compared to everything else,’ she thought. ‘But it still needs to be investigated. Given it’s Oscorp I doubt SpiderGirl, Ninja Talon, the Enigma or Daria would want to stop it either.’ She wasn’t sure how the Shadow would react, given that she had only seen her briefly on Groundhog Day. “What do you think?” she asked one of her colleagues.
“No damage, just the cleanup bill.”
‘Pocket change to them.’
Lawndale was recovering, slowly, from the brownouts as the day went on.
Jamie arrived at school early and found Elly Aitkin hanging out with her friend Freya Daniels. “Hi, Elly, Freya.”
“Hi, Jamie,” Elly said with a giggle.
“You know, I was the one who stopped the brownouts last night,” Jamie said,
“Are you serious?” Freya asked.
“Of course I am,” Jamie responded.
Elly stepped closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s so cool.”
“Really, Elly?” Freya asked. “He’s bragging!”
“So, we have our teen investigator here,” Elly said.
“Maybe,” Freya considered.
