(OOC: Time passes and so forth.  For those who haven't noticed, XP is posted in the character thread.  Rejoice.)<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Several days later, the group is back in what passes for headquarters.  It's not great, but the rent is affordable (well, it is<em>now</em>), and it has enough room for the piano (and a Bose system for when the piano man's off duty), along with plenty of training mats and padded walls.<br/><br/>"Hey, guys."  Megan walks in, accompanied as always by the faithful clipboard.  "There's a tournament next week on Long Island I'm pretty sure I can get you into.  Seems like the safest bet right now, but, um, there's kind of a problem.  Maybe."  She looks just slightly shaken.  "One of the teams entering...I can't find out anything about who's backing them.  I mean, it probably won't affect the tournament much, but I didn't want to get you guys into a fight with anyone shady without, you know, asking first."