After finding an good, out of out of sight area I swapped disguises to something a little more suited to blending in then 'me with pants and a coat'.
...You know it really said something about me that Lunghad a more detailed superhero costume then I did.
"Like that'sgoing to be a priority," I muttered.
~You might want to rethink that one boss. First impressions are pretty important~
I cloaked myself in a dragon of atomic green fire, punched Endbringers bare knuckled, and suplexed tanks. I wasn't exactly all that worried about how the public generally saw me.
~Okay can't really argue with that~
Honestly, Navigator should have. There was more to public image then just letting people know you can kick ass.
~Wait, now that I agree with you you're worried about it!?~
Not really. Not enough to focus on anyway.
~...So long as we're on the same page here~
Getting back to Elijah's suburban get away, I dropped the second disguise all together and began my set of the chores.
Living room? Still disgustingly tidy. Study? Clean as you get. Garage? Organised to an unhealthy degree. Bath room? Clean enough to eat off of 98% of all visible surfaces. Guest room? Untouched, though due for a dusting sometime in the week. Eli's room? None of my damned business thank you very much. The garbage needed to be taken out, which I did, followed by depleting a measure of the pantry surplus filling what little space remained in the wake of the great Pizza massacre.
That only left organizing the Roomba army I had been entrusted with. Sending their brave mechanical souls off to battle the dreaded dust bunnies in the endless turmoil that was Eli's war on dirt.
Time could claim the due of all of them eventually. They had the spirit, but alas, the inferior construction methods that were chained down by particle based physics, meant entropy would in time claim it's due. It might be a motor, it might be a casing. It might even be simply that they were shipped off the field as younger, smarter and faster soldiers joined the front line, but sooner or later entropy would claim it's due.
Those poor brave, doomed little bastards. I salute them.
And speaking of mechanical warriors I really needed to check my E-mail. And Parahuman Online... and maybe the news. I'd really gotten out of touch catching up from my wild man act.
With that in mind and not particularly feeling the pressing need to sleep just yet, I cracked open my laptop and plugged the overpriced bit of hardware in.