Well! She'd really done it this time.
Mercy was seated in her favorite booth at her favorite 24-hour diner - Hubba's. It had formerly been a Waffle Haus and since that time had somehow become dingier and fallen into greater disrepair, but the food was still alright. Earlier in the night she had been wearing the latest version of her costume, which consisted of a lot of gold lame and a lot of glitter. Now she was wearing leather pants and an oversized men's white v-neck undershirt. She was still wearing a lot of glitter. It would appear to the casual observer that she was actually Gemma in this moment, as she was not in costume, and that perhaps she had come from a circa-2003 fraternity party. She didn't feel like Gemma though. She felt like Mercy. But Hubba's, of late, had not taken kindly to villains in costume so here she was out of costume. The night was something of a blur at this point.
Earlier (costumed, of course) she had liberated some lobsters from their restaurant Death Row imprisonment. Later she had filled water balloons with shaving cream and thrown them at police cars (fuck the police) and then some ambulances too, because fuck hospitals. the highlight of the evening, however, had been taking all the license plates off the city busses because what did they even need those for and didn't people know they were made in prisons and could be birdhouses instead? She had ditched all the evidence in the front lawn of a local elementary school. Kids knew what was up.
Now she sat in Hubba's at 2:14am because there was this feeling inside her that told her she couldn't go home and it was smart to trust her instinct. If the police were there she would be in really big trouble She was lonely, though Mercy wouldn't have been able to verbally express that feeling. The solution to this was to text everyone in her phone the following message:
From 555-454-8837 To: ALL
At Hubba's 15th n ocean. Imprtnt. Free coffee. Thk I saw Conan obrian?
When she did not get an immediate response she sent another variation 5 minutes later, this time mentioning birdhouses.
She waited to see who would show up. It was interesting, really, because one time when she was still a hero she had borrowed a phone that she found on the bar at O'Houlihan's and copied all the numbers. Who knew what exciting person might come by to see her? Hopefully out of costume. Latex was icky but most heroes were okay outside of costumes.