"Hurray! We won! My leadership has saved the d- . .  oh right. Uh . . my bad."<br/><br/>As the luckiest girl in the world popped back down to street level, she sheepishly looked around at the devastation. She didn't MEAN for all these cars to end up everywhere . . . though really, it was probably more Adam's fault for flinging them around with telekinesis.<br/><br/>Sifting through the wreckage, she managed to stumble over a fallen superman, and land face-first in the lap of another one. This one was missing it's head, sadly. With a yelp she made to hop away, before she glanced down while blinking in surprise. After some . . less than tasteful rummaging and ripping of futuristic fabric, she pulled out an unusually undamaged cellphone.<br/><br/>". . . Hey guys, one of these bozos was stupid enough to carry a CELLPHONE! Can I get some tech-help to see if we can uh . . trace this thing or something?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spending 1 PP to find a miraculously untouched cellphone, which we can hopefully Science up into finding where they came from. Down to 3/5 PP.<br/></div></div>