Let's keep the story moving, shall we? Angst away! Oh, and I'm giving up on the Japanese accent 'cause it's confusing and time-consuming.

BeastBoyBlitz: Yay! I've brianwashed another one! Yippee! You can be my new best friend, k?

Kimi Kada: Glad ya liked it! I want a purple squirrel when I grow up. If I ever grow up.

ToadMorty: Yay! Plushie! ((Huggling)) I love you toooo! Oh I wish my ears were pierced now! Who cares if my ears turn blue? Not me!

Halleyjo: Wow! I like Toad and cheese too! Now go like Toad and cheese while updating A Song for Someone Special!

Gremblin: Look! There's a purple squirrel! Oh, you missed it. Suuuuuspeeeeeeeeeense!

The magical list of names ('cause Jubes likes to make things confusing):

Hiroshi: The senile guy that glows.

Jin: The neighbor with soooooooper hearing.

Tom: Mort's friend with many, many children.

Lauren: Tom's really pregnant wife.

Alan: Tom's 16-year-old son. Kentaro's boyfriend.

Roka: Mutant in training (MIT ('cause I'm lazy)): Boiling- Gets steeeeeeeeeamy hot.

Janet: MIT: Spike- She gets SPIKEY. Who would have guessed!

Toshi: MIT: Memory- when she speaks, people relive their most painful memories.

Raidon: MIT: Thunder- Makes a low-frequency that makes things shake.

Kentaro: MIT: Crusher- super strength. Very emotional. Alan's boyfriend.

Alejandra: MIT: Shift- teleporter.

Phil: MIT: Silver- goes all invisiblish. Serious anger issues.

Chapter 7:

By 8 A.M. the next morning, Mort's yellow eyes had snapped open. Hiroshi was talking to Jin quietly, and he was soon over to join them. "Wha's the plan o' action 'ere?" he slurred, still half asleep.

Jin smiled at him warmly. "Well I need to stay here to listen for military outside," she said, "And despite his claims, Hiroshi-san isn't good to do any foot work. We were hoping you and your friend could do the day's errands."

"Name it," said Mort eagerly, "I'll do anything." He reached for some tea.

Hiroshi nodded, gratefully. "You two will stay together at all times, ok?" Mort nodded. "Good. First, we need supplies. Ours will only last a few days with this many people. There's a tunnel leading to a mutant-friendly normal's house who will be getting us our supplies. Her name is Michelle Donnagin."

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The tunnel was filthy, and if Tom had been stuck at his normal size, he never would have fit in. He had shrunk down to about five foot and looked like a child, but he was more comfortable than his foul-mouthed friend. "Damned spider-webs!" Mort spat another one out of his mouth. "Fucking tunnel. Fucking Hiroshi making i' sound so easy!" He continued grumbling.

"Nice boxers, Mort," said Tom, "Could you manage to hike up yer shorts a bit?"

"If I could," grunted the man in front, "This tunnel would be larger, and I'd be tha' much less irritable."

"No, I'm pretty sure you'd bitch about it just as much," his friend mused, "I think you just like bitching. Does it make you feel happy?"

"Bloody estatic."

Tom pushed up Mort's shorts. "Dude, nobody wants to see that." Mort snorted, and cracked a smile.

The tunnel finally dumped off into a small room the size of a closet. There was a door on the other side of the room. Tom stretched to his usual size, and looked down at his green counterpart. "Do we knock?" Mort shrugged. Tom knocked.

"Oh shit!" called a voice outside, "Come on... in? I'll be just a second!"

The green man led them out into a very artsy looking living room. Two of the walls were deep red, and two were a vibrant purple. The carpet was black with red circles of rug every here and there. The back of the purple couch was wavy and uneven. A woman greeted the two in a few minutes, in jeans and a t-shirt, toweling her hair messily. "Sorry to make you wait! I just- OW!" she jumped up and down, trying to grab the stubbed toe.

"Umm," said Mort, "Are you Michelle?"

She looked up. "Yes, yes I am. And you are?" She stepped up to them.

"I'm Tom, and this is Mort." Tom was trying to duck through the cloths that were hanging so elegantly from the low ceiling, and finally decided to shrink a foot.

"Sorry about those," she said, "You don't need much ceiling space when you're just over five foot." She looked at them for a minute pleasantly. Then the staring started to creep Mort out.

"Erm..."

"Oh! Yes, sorry. I was just going off into my own world!" she giggled, "Supplies... Let's see I have the bags around here somewhere... ah ha!" She she pulled out six big bags loaded with supplies. "That should do you for a few weeks, right? How many do you have?"

Mort grinned at her. "Thirty eight."

She nodded serenely, then looked up suddenly. "Holy shit!" She pushed the bags on them. "There. That'll get you through a week."

Mort looked at her touseled wet rings of pink and purple dyed hair, and her eccentric black and white glasses. For some reason, she amused him greatly. Mutant-friendly or not, she was a normal, but he didn't despise her. It was really rather odd.

Hey guess what happens to Michelle! If you can guess, I'll give you a biiiiig hug. Review at all, and I'll give you a hug! I like hugs!