As much as they would all love any sort of distraction to offset the monotony of mind-numbing legalese, their collective desires to get everything over with leads to a significant stretch of incredibly uneventful time passing by.

As aggressively mentally singing at Mikah proves sufficient to satisfy Miss Chievous's desire for mischief, even she diligently plods through the tedious treeware red tape in a timely fashion.

Even though she doesn't have any forms to fill out, Miss Masher has been busy doing her own work. Keeping in mind Mark's earlier estimate of roughly 5,000 square feet of occupiable space, she's started planning out Lucas's gym for him. So considerate.

Her line of thought and corresponding notes break down to something along the lines of; Well, just how much office space do phys supes need anyway, let's just leave a third of the floor, if even. Hopefully, the dimensions work out for a lap pool, how about 50' by 30' to have room for 2-3 lanes as well as a little extra space for recreational use, hopefully, bigger though. If it's part of a big building with lots of people in it, you're gonna need extra gym equipment so other people can use it too, so with changing areas too... Mmm, 3,500 square feet should be enough for the gym and an ok sized pool. Now, what equipment to get...

Certainly, there is no need to ask Lucas his opinions on these things, she's doing him a favor. Just look how busy he is, after all.

Even with the musical accompaniment coming from Miss Chievous, Mikah has to bite his tongue multiple times to stop himself from joining in Miss Masher's designs. Before the final planning occurs he is definitely going to point out that if you're fine with just using the showers and changing rooms on the 8th floor for the spa, that frees up more space for a bigger pool. It should only be staff using the elevators anyway, so that shouldn't be too much of an issue, right? Oh, and it's a high enough floor they could get away with taking down the courtesy barriers, which would open the floor plan by several feet on each side. These suggestions certainly have nothing to do with Mikah looking forward to there being a pool in the base, no sirree.

Jonathan, in an act of filial piety, has gone through each of the alliance agreements in full as well. Similarly finding everything to be perfectly in order, just like the rental agreement, he decides to hold off on interrupting Lucas for the signatures. He looks like he has a good pace going through the organization founding paperwork, disrupting his flow would probably be a bad idea.

Finishing with her alliance agreement long before Lucas is ready, Miss Chievous tries to sneak a peek at the forms he's filling out, but doesn't see any references to the name they're going with. Before interrupting him to ask, she then wonders what other organizations wanted to form an alliance with them before they were even founded, turning her gaze over to Jonathan's side.

Since Jonathan purposely put the least important one on top as a decoy, all she can see is the form from Iron Spirit, the boss of 'Gang of Spirits'. Needing to really comb over her memories to remember who they even are, once she realizes the boss is an endurance type and they have at least one speed member, she doesn't think any further of the connection between them.

Similar type phys supes having an alliance is painfully obvious, and they clearly must have a boring connection between them. Certainly nothing exciting like a truculent younger brother stealing a truck full of goods and nearly killing Lucas in the process. There definitely wouldn't be a video of the event that went viral, making Lucas a bit famous, which was played just a few feet away from her, but she ignored it. Nor that the very person that recorded said event is sitting three benches away from her, recording her as she thinks it over. No way.

When Mikah has finished his share of bureaucratic bullshit, leaving Lucas the only one still working, he pulls his phone out and starts checking the recommended dimensions for a pool volleyball court. For scientific purposes, of course. His mind may or may not have the following string of thoughts; 'Oh good, 60' by 30', definitely taking down those courtesy barriers, this is absolutely happening. Would buying a set as a new HQ gift be too much? Hmm, wouldn't hurt to order it in advance anyway. This one looks good...'

Without any further deliberation, Mikah one-clicks a professional-grade net. Also, an extra dozen high-durability balls, there are two strength supes involved, after all. Here's hoping they don't accidentally kill anyone, nor intentionally, for that matter. A fully-loaded first aid kit was just one-clicked as well, after that consideration.

Might be time for MF's to enlist a medic, just in case. Maybe the Blood Smith likes swimming?

Low-key hoping her rival will notice the improvement in her skills, Miss Chievous pulls out her phone to resume her aggressive block clearing maneuvers.

Jonathan doesn't pay any attention at all, as a matter of fact, he's searching for a new game to play entirely.

Once Lucas has finally, arduously, finished the near-Sisyphean task of filling out all of the forms, he leans back against the wall and smacks himself in the face with the clipboard a few times.

"Fuck! Finally! That was awful! Who the hell thought making this shit so convoluted was a good idea, my fist wants to ask them a few questions!?" Verbalizing his grievances, Lucas sighs and is about to stand up, but then settles back down again.

"Ah right, Jon, you've got that other stuff for me to sign too, yeah?" Looking behind Miss Chievous in order to attempt to make eye contact with Jonathan, Lucas holds a hand out expectantly.

Jonathan had been guiding something similar to a certain pie-chart akin mascot through a maze of pills and incorporeal threats in pursuit of tasty treats, but ends up startled into a haunted state by suddenly being addressed. Surrendering the documents in an exchange behind Miss Chievous, he clears his throat before answering.

"You, um, you should be good to just... Uh, just sign on the lines. I looked through it all, it's f-fine. Oh, and add our um, org name, t-too." Giving his verbal seal of approval, Jonathan resumes his digital drug addiction once Lucas turns his attention away from him.

Not needing to focus anywhere near as much, Lucas continuously grumbles quietly the entire time he's filling them out. Hardly showing any appreciation for the gifts that were freely given, his signature has definitely gotten sloppy. He at least takes the time to actually write out their organization's name legibly. Any time he notices Miss Chievous about to try to sneak a peek, he lifts the clipboard in such a fashion that she doesn't have any line of sight on its contents.

"Hey, at least tell me what the name is so I can finish filling out mine." Realizing he's purposely blocking her, Miss Chievous finally has enough and pokes Lucas while saying this.

"Eh? Oh, we're 'Brotherhood of the Silver Spoon'." As he answers in a completely deadpan voice, everyone in attendance besides Jonathan and himself break out laughing.

"OMG, you weren't kidding when you said it's a dumb name! Hahaha! That's great!" Laughing the hardest out of anyone, Clarissa doesn't hesitate to comment from across the room. At least she isn't bothering to pretend like she wasn't actively watching and listening to them.

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Lucas kills this chapter: 0

Lucas total kills: 7

Lucas deaths this chapter: 0

Lucas total deaths: 10

Lucas current GDV: 9.10 (+.01 net change)

Lucas's fame level: 3* (Beyond just local, viral meme tier)

Lucas's hero suspicion level: 1.5* (Only highly paranoid people)

Jonathan kills this chapter: 0

Jonathan total kills: 5

Jonathan deaths this chapter: 0 (It wouldn't be fair to include games too, lol)

Jonathan total deaths: 2

Jonathan current GDV: 2.06 (+.01 net change)

Jonathan's fame level: 2* (Mostly just local)

Jonathan's hero suspicion level: 1* (Only highly paranoid people)

Supervillain social circle size: 11

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Little character theater:

Jonathan, now being egged on by Miss Chievous in his gaming endeavors: I can't get the fruit, there's a g-ghost in the way!

Willy, annoyed at being woken up by the sudden laughter: Bark bark. Whine.

Lucas, eager to finally get all of these damn forms over with: So... Fucking... Close...

427, speculating on Mikah's thought process after observing his phone activities, as well as Miss Mashers: '...I need to make sure Lucas puts his office in the furthest corner away from the pool and elevator as possible. Of course Mikah's going to want to hang out as much as possible, sigh.'

Author, exultant: Almost done setting everything up, aaah!

Mr. Quacks, ready and waiting to do his fair share of signing documents: Quack!