QT-579 was yet again sitting on the curb in front of the largely derelict strip mall, just outside their under-renovation place of work. But hey, now a lawyer's office opened up on the corner! So at least they can see a well-dressed individual go in or out once or twice per day.

It happens fast, like most accidents to. Splenda is just walking along on the sidewalk, as one does, umbrella up and a ridiculously bright blue rain slicker on against the outpour of water from the sky. It's windy-- it's actually impressive Splenda is managing to keep his umbrella from going inside out-- but the wind is probably what causes it.

[ EYEBALLED this one skeptically before answering. ]

He hadn’t budged in nearly a half hour, stuck in awe as he watched the thing zip down the path with a powerful, sweeping rush of air and noise. It was gone before he could get a good look at it, normally, and where one vanished in one direction, another would come not long after it.

He’d found himself standing near the bench at the train station, watching like a thrilled child as the trains came and went. They were not living creatures, was all that he could glean. But whatever they WERE was some kind of marvel of engineering, surely. Metal and steel and LOUD.

Strangers gave him a few looks for his outfit (and strange excitement about something so apparently mundane) but he paid them no mind.

...The Almighty's name isn't Bruce, last I checked.