Even A Dead god May Dream

PROLOGUE

Dragon Girl, or rather, June Young the psychiatrist was at the Costco in Santa Monica today, on a day off. She was wearing her most unglamorous but oh so comfy giant Kpop pink shirt and some extra long jeans, with meek nerdly glasses that apparently concealed her identity... Though she was still seven foot tall Asian lady. Eating out with her appetite was always a terrible idea, so she loaded up her cart with a ton of meat and frozen vegetables, not quite standing out from any one else’s cart. Top shelves were easily reached though. She pushed on towards the last leg of her shopping trip, in the pastry and confections section. The usual free sample crowd had gathered, everyone getting a piece of cinnamon roll.

The girl in the cap and uniform serving the samples out looked like she’d rather be somewhere else, slicing cinnamon rolls with disinterest.  While sampling the pumpkin cinnamon rolls with triple honey glaze, a young teen boy in a black hoodie looked around nervously. (what is it with kids and hoodies these days) He then began rubbing his temple, seemingly in pain. “Mmmhnn…”he groaned, rather convincingly.

“Oh dear. are you alright?” A nice old grandma asked.

“Getting a headache…Uuughhh....” The kid played it up, pushing through some people, acting disoriented, even pushing a stack of orange soda cans over. This definitely got the crowd's attention. A few people kindly went to get some medical aid from the staff.

“Maybe you should sit down! Here, let me open a bottled water for you. You wait here.” The old lady went to her cart, which was about 10 feet away from where June was.

Then it hit, a gradual tremor which grew into a quake. Not quite earth shattering, but enough to send some goods flying off the shelves and carts shaking. Power also flickered off and on briefly. Some people held on for dear life, others ran for the exit. The old grandma slipped, and luckily June was quick enough on her feet to catch her. People around the store were very much inconvenienced.

“Earthquake!” June thought to herself, initially. Natural disaster. Nothing she could do, just stand by and hope the building didn’t collapse… Wait no, she sensed something off. Someone’s bio-signature spiked just as the earthquake started, and it was someone in that crowd. The teenager? Great, more hormonal metahumans.

Elsewhere in the Costco, with people distracted and the cctv conveniently disabled, two intrepid and also hooded teenagers, one in green and another in dark blue, took advantage of the chaos and began loading their own big cart with… laundry detergent. A black market staple. The one in dark blue even used telekinesis to do so. “Hurry up! hurry up!”

With her black booted foot, Bliss made a obtuse obstruction to the shopping carts egress. "Going somewhere?" Not in her heroine regalia, but instead of pair of jeans with a black sweater, Bliss still maintained the exact perfect length of hair for every moment of existence. "You seem to be in a hurry. I can only imagine why."

On any normal circumstance, Bliss would not concern herself with such petty larceny, but today, her wife sent her to Costco with a single mission: Get laundry detergent. These little punks would be half past a bad analogy if they thought they could just grab every last bit of detergent. And, Bliss did not even know if they stole it all. For all she knew, she could take her boot off the cart, walk to the aisle, and voila, a row of detergent.

But, this was different. The use of telekinesis attracted Bliss more than anything- but do not tell her wife. "Neat little trick." Bliss would use her own telekinesis to pull down the hoods on the two teenagers. "I've got some too. I've been doing this a little longer- well, not that long. I'm barely older than you."

It was then the Cosco began to shake. They do not normally do that, but California always took its toll on your balance. Bliss tumbled forward on the cart with the detergent. Well, one mission complete, now for the rest!

Dragon Girl did not think this teenaged metahuman was out of control. She walked over, uneasily, and with that characteristic strength, picked him up off the ground, which promptly ended the tremors.
“Huh. Interesting. Once you’re separated from the earth, you seismic powers just… shut off.” June pointed out the obvious to the juvenile would be felon. Being lifted off the ground like a misbehaving brat came as a genuine shock to him, seeing the difference in size between himself and June.

“Please don’t hurt my friends.” He asked, his voice clearly in a panic.

“Friends?”

“Out of the way old lady! Nobody messes with Migraine!” As the hoodlum was foiled by their own generational preference for hoodies, Migraine fires her powers wildly, sending bottles of detergent, bleach and cleanser flying, some towards Bliss’s head. Maybe her name should be Concussion.

“Amp! I need some lights! Amp?” The teenager looked around to see a tall lady carrying two of her friends by their collars.

“Let me go! Let me go!” Amp said, trying to escape by striking at June’s arm and kicking at her, to no avail. Her eyes began to have a tell-tale blue glow.

“Amp is it? You might think twice before shocking me while I’m holding your friend. I conduct electricity well.” June said, trying to manage this teenaged metahuman drama.
“Ayyy, don’t fry me, sis!”

“Oh hey… is that... Bliss!” June spots her long time friend (?) at the end of the isle, being assailed by all manner of cleaning products.