So. He needed a ride. Or he’d just fly himself.

The redhead rolled her eyes. Dramatically.

Quin was tempted to tell him to do that …or use whatever fancy gadgets the X-men usually used to get around down. Didn’t they have a plane of some kind at their beck and call? Didn’t they give all their members super fancy cars? Meh. Quin couldn’t separate fact from fiction at the moment, and didn’t really care to either.

Why was he standing there and taking all her abuse like a man? The X-men were supposed to be cocky SOB’s who did things their own way and didn’t care about the people who were actually trying to enforce the law.

”Hurry up.” she said as he tinkered with the communicator, ”And quit playing with that stupid thing. You’re on cop time right now.”

Shin quickly stashed it away.

"Yes, ma'am." He agreed.

He hurried. He hurried. Whatever she said, he'd do.

He was a space ship. An awesome space ship with laser rays and a pie dispenser.

"TSEWWWWW, TSEWWWW." He ran about with his hands out at his sides, wings that caught the solar winds and soared amongst the stars. Up here in space, he didn't even need to worry about the lava grass, he flew/jogged right over it.

To his horror, though, he suddenly realized he was almost out of fuel! He had to dock with a fuel ship soon! He found his ship laying on the ground, another ship already docked with it. The formerly kissing couple welcomed him to sit with open arms, and together they started talking about the majesty of the world, and their one lord, the great recycler, who blessed the universe with his unity-dust. They watched as their lord wandered by, his giant mushroom head rocking back an forth clumsily as he tried to find something to lean against.

Soon their circle of worship grew. First it was just a cop with a bump on his head that showed up. And then it was a short, heavy comic book nerd, After that, King Kong. Before he knew it, he was sitting in a circle of 30 individuals, all surrounding their completely unaware mushroom king, worshiping his all knowing benevolence.

It didn't take that long for them to get to the scene once everything was sorted, and Quin had been too busy on the radio to chit chat. Now, as they pulled up within walking distance of the park, she put the car in park and climbed out.

There were people...quite a lot of people, and they were sitting in a circle. That....was not consistent with the reports that they'd been getting of sporadic and dangerous behavior.

"Something isn't right here." Quin said, looking over the top of the car at her make-shift partner.

She did not need to point that out for him to see it. For one thing, there was a guy in a weird outfit.

Shin arched an eyebrow. "Weird."

A glint of something flashed through the eye of a member of the great one's audience as he noticed them. He sat up too quickly. Fell on his ass. Dusted his nice pinstriped suit's backside off, then ventured another approach. This time, it ended in a barrel roll. The head-over-heels stunt left him on his back, staring at the sun.

"Wheee~" He said. "I think the sun has police!"

Shin glanced at the redhead.

"EVERYBODY RUN~" The guy on his back sang. And suddenly, the peace and tranquility was a bit... disturbed. Only a bit. Not much. One guy flopped over and took a nap.

"Is this a normal call for you?" Shin quested, hoping the answer was 'yes'.

The Masochist was feeling... peaceful. Nice, even. With how the last few weeks had been going, he'd started to feel like he wasn't meant to be content, but he was now...

He let out a happy sigh, and ate another handful on grass. As he chewed thoughtfully, he heard the distant sound of sirens... Oh my, was it party time?!

Nope, it was time for ambassador fruitfly to jump up, fall down, get up again, and do a barrel roll. Saph clapped, and a few other people joined in. He then watched as one fell over... Was it nap time?!

Nope. No one else was falling over. Shame on you Mr. Clemens, for napping before nap time!

Saph did wonder why the dear ambassador chose to barrel roll quite impressively. Did he mumble something about police? Why, Gumby face right next to him was a police.... Police man? Police face.

Nevertheless, it was best he investigated, or he wouldn't be able to partake in the eating of lava, which tasted like green.

Saphirus popped up to his feet, and spun... and he was greeted by the sight of a familiar face! Shin!

Also, there was a cop next to Shin. "Welcome, swirly faces, to the kingdom of the great recycler! Please, step closer, that you may breathe in his majesty!"

Was this a normal day?

"Uh. No." to be completely honest, Quin would have given anything for a run of the mill bank robbery or convenience store hold up at right about that moment. This was going to be one of those touchy situations, judging by the way people were acting.

One of the bystanders rose, and made his way in their general direction. When he reached them, he spoke, welcoming them to some thing or another and Quin scowled, hand reaching back for a set of the riot cuffs she always had attached to her belt. Just in case.

"Is that what this is? Some kind of giant commune communicating with nature thing?" Quin asked, momentarily wondering if her parents were in the group, doing some kind of new meditation to bring them closer to the Earth. They did that sort of thing sometimes...but no. This guy was telling them to come closer, and man he was acting weird.

"I think it'd actually be better if you came over here to the car with us and had a seat." she said simply.

Over she looked at the X-man tag-along. Apparently the day-tripper was a friend of his. "Little help?"

Shin blinked. And blinked. And blinked. Huh?

Yeah. He didn't really know the guy talking to him well enough to say anything of value. He'd maybe seen his face once? Then he'd seen him around.

The Asian didn't move to help the redhead arrest anyone just yet. "This isn't right..." He said. Very suspicious. "It seems like people are... well, I vaguely remember this guy and he is not this insane. Something's up." Hence why we got the call, oh stater-of-the-obvious. "Hey Saph... what's going on?" Shin took a step towards the masochist man.

He felt funny; funny enough that he started giggling a little bit.

""Is that what this is? Some kind of giant commune communicating with nature thing?" The redhead cop lady spoke up as a snout slowly began to form where her schnoz was... He giggled a little more, stumbled a bit, and then righted himself quickly to answer her question. "It is a rowboat, and we are the turtles! There are no giants communisting, and naturally nature is not involved, miss oink oink!" He threw his hands into the air, and prepared to blast off when she spoke again.

"I think it'd actually be better if you came over here to~ OUR BIG EVIL DRAGON AND GET EAT." He froze in place, and lowered his hands, looking to Shin, who spoke up as well. "Hey Saph...~Your face is ugly."

He stared for a moment, blinking slowly. Yes, you read that right, he blinked slowly. Like, as if it were in slow motion. It was very difficult, but worth it in order to voice his disbelief at Shin's rude words, and miss oink oink's desire to see him eaten by their pet dragon. After his lengthy blink, he stepped to the left a little, stepped forward just a bit, looked from her to him, him to her, and her to him again. He took another step to the right, just a little bit, and then reached back, as if he were trying to grab something behind him without looking.

He then spun, and sent a mighty slap at both of them; he'd placed himself so that he was within range to hit both with a single swing. "I AM NOT FOOD AND YOUR FACE IS THE UGLY ONE!"

Mushroom man stood slowly. His hands wandered to his head, which was pretty much a big mushroom now... The one eye he could open did so, and spied a fresh cop car... They could help him! He started shambling their way, and as he did, the yellow mist edged closer as well.

Oh hell no. He had not just called her a pig.

These people were all high, high on something, and it probably had something to do with the giant mushroom headed guy that seemed to be at the center of everything.

As the guy rambled, Quin lost interest and tried to get her bearings in the situation. Everywhere the yellow mist touched, people were acting crazy. It was this distraction, this momentary laps in attention that caused her to miss the slap as it sailed in her direction.

Too late she leaned, and the crazies fingertips managed to catch her face, leaving a stinging mark on her cheek.

Oh hell no.

Luckily, momentum was in her favor, and the redhead hadn’t practiced Aikido for the 18 years for nothing. Grabbing the guy’s arm as he went past her, Quin used his own momentum to take him face down into the dirt. Her knee followed and ended up firmly planted in his back as she pulled his arms behind him.

In a flash, Quin had her plastic cuffs out and was securing the perp’s (because that’s what he was now) wrists behind his back.

”You’ve got the right to remain silent….” she started, going through the Miranda rights.

More distractions, more activity, more ignoring surroundings. It was no surprise that the Mushroom Man was able to advance unnoticed by Quin.

"Teeheehee!"

His fingers danced.

"KUHUHU!"

A jazzy dance.

"HA HA HA!"

And his arms moved with them, to a lesser extent. Maybe even a little off-kilter from them and the rest of him.

The giggle was much quieter and more subdued as the mushroom man approached the chaos. And as he did so, his yellow spores followed dutifully. Yes, dance my pretties. Dance. Gods yes, he was glad he'd gotten the stuff. Being a mutant was a blessing. He wasn't sure how ever he'd survived not being one of these freaks before. Life had been so boring.

Note to self: Get year's supply.

"Kill them! Yes, kill them!"

Aw hell naw. It was way too obvious the big-headed guy shouting 'kill them' was up to something and probably the cause. While Saph had struck out, the Asian had stepped back and took in the scene. He'd focused his mind into summoning some triangles and forcing them into a blue platform on the ground.

Up he stepped, onto the blue platform. And up he rose.

Now, there were many ways one could handle a situation like this. With active mutations, the person using them was probably controlling things. So when they went unconscious, things tended to settle down. One could either get them to stop, or make them stop... this guy seemed not to want to stop of his own volition. So, Shin aimed for option two.

The Asian got up some speed, then jumped to deliver a falling punch from off the platform. Right at mushroom guy's face. That did it.

With a groan, the mushroom guy fell over and things started to slowly dispel.

A snicker slipped through him. Too easy. Before the snicker took him completely, Shin turned and started using the big platform as a makeshift fan. He hoped no one stepped into it. That wouldn't be pretty!

Fan fan fan! He fanned things away. A minute or two later...

"PIE! Wait, what?" Someone on the ground blinked at their skywards-stretched hands. Those fingers were so beautiful. But why were they there?