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Phase 1
11/8/24
Homelander visited me this afternoon. He was wearing pedestrian clothes – jeans, sneakers, a baseball cap, the whole works. It was creepy seeing him without the suit, creepier still to imagine him flying here like that. Within minutes of arriving at my door, he proved himself to be egotistical, foreboding, lost, and a threat to every living person on the planet – so, basically, everything I had always assumed. You know, being right about everything really loses its luster the millionth time around. I can't even find joy in gloating about it anymore.
He asked me to join the Seven, which I staunchly refused. I have no desire to don that racist costume again and participate in Vought's highly publicized clown show. The Seven Biggest Superpowered Assholes would be a more accurate descriptor.
Homelander was surprised at my resistance, which of course didn't surprise me. To him, the Seven are the crème de la crème of Superhero teams and a symbol of the peak of excellence at Vought. Now that he's in charge, the crowned jewel of the company is more important than ever, but that doesn't mean I want to be in charge of spit shining it.
I agreed to come on in a more discreet role. I'll be working behind the scenes, as well as taking over Ashley Barrett's workload as CEO. That will give her more time to focus on day drinking and moonlighting as a bargain bin dominatrix.
Homelander has quite the vision for this country. It's only been months since he forced out Stan Edgar and took control of Vought, but he's already grown bored of that playground and set his sights higher – on the White House. It makes me wonder what's next – world domination? I hope I'm up to the task, but I suppose we'll see.
He was hoping for a much bigger reaction when he revealed to me that Victoria Neuman is a Supe, but of course I knew that. I hacked into Red River's database one lazy afternoon and found everything I could ever want to know about Nadia Khayat. A head popper for V.P.! I can see why they didn't use that on the campaign signs.
Homelander wants Singer dead, and Neuman to take his place as the President. She's meant to be his puppet so of course, it's really him who will be President and Superheroes will finally be granted into the military like Madelyn Stillwell wanted. Homelander can't help but honor Mommy even after he's killed her. I'm curious to meet Neuman and see if she's really as pliable as Homelander seems to believe. There may need to be some maneuvering on my part if she doesn't work as a patsy, but for now President Neuman is the plan.
I may be getting too ahead of myself. Homelander still needs to be cleared for murder first, which he assures me will happen because he's paid off much of the jury. It would be a real shame if he was found guilty and sent to prison before I got to look around at Vought. He's an erratic, impulsive maniac but he's given me the keys to his kingdom, and I plan to take full advantage.
I've long wondered what really goes on behind the scenes at Vought, especially these last few years with its many shitshows and PR disasters. Now I'll finally get to see it for myself, instead of just guessing – though my guesses are usually, annoyingly, correct.
The first thing to do is discredit Starlight and her bleeding-heart followers. She's the biggest pain in Homelander's ass PR-wise and now that he's taken me on as his second in command, I've inherited the butthurt. I have no idea why Homelander hasn't killed Starlight and her Boys yet. He's let them climb too high – Starlight has accrued a movement of her own and to kill her now would make her a martyr, and the rest of her crew of terrorists are now in bed with the CIA.
The Hometeamers (stupid name) have a reputation for being volatile, trigger-happy rednecks because that's exactly what they are. It would be hard to improve the reputation of such cretins – not impossible, but it'll be much easier and more fun to instead drag the Starlighters (also stupid, though less so) down into the shit with them.
Homelander has assured me that his loyal band of sycophants will do anything he says, even kill innocent people, so doing a frame-job of the Starlighters is the most logical route. I must admit, I'm eager to witness the whole scene and meet the rest of the Seven.
Well, most of them. I can't say I'm looking forward to reuniting with A-Train, the arrogant shit. I predict The Deep will be exactly as he appears to be. As for Black Noir, I've become convinced based on his last few social media appearances that there's a new guy in the suit. There's something off about the body language. I wonder if Homelander will explain the replacement or if I'll have to figure it out myself.
I should get back to packing. All my clothes have been shoved into a duffel bag, but I can't decide which books to leave behind. I may just have to bring them all.
11/10/24
I found the perfect patsies for Phase 1a of the plan – three nobodies who are just dumb enough to fall headfirst into my trap and just white enough to garner some serious outrage when they turn up dead. I have no sympathy. That one guy, Todd, has Tweeted using the HomeFree hashtag 579 times this year alone. Well, he's finally about to get Homelander's attention in exactly the way he deserves.
A large U-Haul and an entire crew of movers showed up at my apartment this morning, sent by Vought. Watching a group of bulky, sweaty men carry around boxes full of my books really did something for me and I had to resist deploying Mr. Pointy. There's important business to attend to first.
11/11/24
Homelander is not guilty on all counts, naturally. I never had any real doubt – the rich and powerful are far too good at what they do. Still, I feel relieved knowing that the 0.1% chance of Homelander's arrest has dropped to a happy zero.
The plan went off without a hitch. The three Hometeamer zealots I picked out died without much of a fuss. The Deep and New Noir didn't take much convincing to start killing, just as Homelander said, but A-Train was noticeably hesitant. I wonder why. He certainly didn't shed any tears over that Robin girl he ran through a few years ago and he was even willing to kill his precious Popclaw for Homelander's favor. Maybe all that nasty business with his brother and Blue Hawk has softened his resolve. If so, how very stupid of him. I know for a fact he and Nate aren't on speaking terms, so the Seven is all he has left now.
Not that I give a damn. A-Train was about as happy to see me again as I was to see him. I was the only one who called him on his bullshit in Teenage Kix and I'm sure he'd love to ship me back to Detroit, but luckily, he doesn't call the shots around here. I'll keep an eye on him, but it's too early to report anything to Homelander.
At least A-Train delivered on planting the bodies among the crowd of Starlighters after I started a riot. It was a little risky to do it myself, since my name and image are still publicly associated with the Teenage Kix for anyone with the wits to look. I probably should have hired an actor to do it, especially since now I know I can have anyone I want killed under Homelander's orders, but I got too restless watching Black Noir and The Deep murder those pathetic mouth breathers. I wanted to have a little fun myself and get right into the action. I'll be more careful in the future.
Oh, and I got the lowdown on New Noir. Homelander didn't tell me a thing about what happened to the old one, but he gave me access to any information I wanted on the Seven – besides his own. New Noir was a God-U graduate who spent the last few years doing flips in Cirque de Vought. As a matter of fact, The Deep and A-Train went to God-U, too. I feel even more vindicated for refusing to attend that sham of a university, if that's the company I would've had to keep.
Of course, it's the very same company I'm keeping now, but I'm feeling too good to let that get me down. So good, in fact, that I think I'll unpack Mr. Pointy and unwind by watching the Wolverines game. I may even think about those sexy movers for a bit, if I'm in the mood. Sometimes having a photographic memory really comes in handy, pun intended.
11/12/24
I'm officially all moved into my new room and happily living among my books again. My room was too bare but now that it's crammed full of my babies and smells like bibliosmia, it's starting to feel like home. I do miss Detroit, but I'm trying not to. It's only been two days and I feel a little like an eight-year-old girl spending her first night away from home.
The food at the Tower is good – great, even – but I miss biting into an old-fashioned Michigan hot dog. Maybe I can have some shipped. After all, with great money and power comes the ability to do whatever the fuck you want. And I want a hot dog.
New Noir cornered me in the hallway earlier. He wanted to know if the world's smartest person had any insight onto how he should play his "character." Apparently Homelander isn't giving him a lot of direction, which only furthers my curiosity about the original Noir's death. What happened there?
I suggested that New Noir look into the OG Noir's past to learn more about him, but he claims that he tried that already. He says there is little and less to know, and the man was an enigma. I thought this would be good news, since then he could make up his own story, but this evidently wasn't the answer New Noir was looking for. He thanked me anyway and shuffled away rather sadly.
God, actors. We may need to replace this one already. I didn't know the first Noir, but I doubt his general vibe was "glum."