Codebreaker: A South Park AU

Chapter 5: Mock United Nations

The afternoon settled in, and there was a huge drop in townspeople roaming, driving, or standing around. Businesses had begun to display new time changes to adjust to a new enforced curfew of 7:30 or 8:00pm which arose from the incident at South Park Elementary. Police would begin their own surveillance routes around town starting at 8:00pm or so, and establish that anyone out after these hours, unless for a serious emergency, would be penalized in some way.
This was not an ideal change for the Freedom Pals, and especially on such short notice. Police never act this fast, and only after mere hours they've enforced a curfew?
Timmy had to update everyone and say that they should try and conduct their meeting as soon as possible, preferably starting no later than 5pm. Their past antics of sneaking out in the night would not be super easy anymore, and they would have to discuss that entire debacle alone during the meeting.
Bradley had been laying on his bed ever since he came back from school, having a little spiral of confusion, embarrassment, but also pride and joy. He thought about how cool he felt with that look, how grateful he was of Henrietta for doing it, and how Scott also seemed to like it. But, he also thought about how some people found it stupid, and 'gay' apparently. Was it gay? It wasn't too different from what Henrietta does on her face, so what's the big deal? He kind of got mad at that for a little, but then left it alone. He remained on his bed looking up at his ceiling, also lost in thoughts, for about an hour. The thing that took him out of that headspace was Timmy's text. He sat up on his bed and looked at it, responding with:
'See you then'
Bradley went to open up the drawer with the Mintberry Crunch outfit and put it on his bed. He decided that maybe he should shower before putting it on, noticing just now he was sweaty ever since the awards ceremony, and just didn't notice it since he had the graduation gown.

At around 4:30, just about everyone had arrived at Freedom Pals HQ. Everyone except Mysterion, that is. Granted, they were all kind of early, but it felt like Mysterion was late or something. However, since Dogpoo actually managed to come, Doctor Timothy could officially inaugurate him into Freedom Pals. He first had to look over the character sheet that Scott helped Dogpoo fill out, to correct any errors that there could have been. After that, they sat face-to-face behind a curtain covered spot, which originally was the room for the giant bulletin board of Freedom Pals franchise plans.
"So, what made you want to be a part of Freedom Pals? Aside from your backstory, of course."
"Well, Scott is here, and we're almost best friends. I remember watching you guys a while ago, and you'd kinda just... beat up people. But in a good way, I think? You made it on the news, busted a drug ring, and I even got a selfie. It all sounds cool, so I wanna lend help. From how Scott told me, you guys were smaller?"
"We are. It's been a year since what you mentioned. It's only really been Tupperware, Captain, and myself that have stuck around. Besides us, only Mysterion has been doing his own solo thing, but not to the same level as we did before."
"Why?"
"Most of us got bored, frankly. But I didn't, and neither did Captain or Tupperware. Nothing about our abilities made us bored, and frankly some of our old members took that for granted, sometimes."
"I'd imagine. You can talk in my head, that's cool!"
"It's very useful. And cool, I guess."
"Did you always stick to this stuff?"
"I have, even after all this time. I've been always working on everyone's stories on the side, but... never had an outlet for it all. I guess eventually people get tired of hearing about the same thing, over and over."
"I get that. Only David ever lets me talk out all that I wanna say. Sometimes Scott does, too."
"I guess we have that in common." They exchanged a smile at that fact, and then proceeded with the questionnaire.
"Do you have any of your own stuff which you can use?"
"No, unless a Nerf gun counts."
"Probably not. Tupperware's supply has better equipment, so he can lend you something. What about an outfit?"
"Uhh... No."
"Have you thought of one?"
"Maybe just like— something for my chest. Maybe knee and shoulder pads?"
"We can help you with that, for sure. I think it's best if myself and Tupperware help you out on everything outfit-related."
"Okay."
"What would you say you have a good skill for, besides your powers?"
"Uhhh... I can be anywhere. If you ever need me to go in dirty, small, or thick spots, I can do that."
"Then I think you'd be good for travel missions. Fastpass and Mintberry Crunch are also good at traveling, one of them being super fast and the other being able to fly."
"Okay, cool."
"I feel obligated to ask, but do you have any fears or allergies we should worry about?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Good, because we can only accommodate for so much before we just can't let someone join. The Captain may have diabetes, but he uses it as a strength."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Do you have any other issues? Take Fastpass and myself for example. We have a rather... unfavorable body, and I was curious whether you do, too."
"No, I'm all good."
"Great." Timmy went silent, and then proceeded to move up closer to Dogpoo. If it weren't for his wheelchair, their faces would be directly against one another. Dogpoo was very weirded out by this, but tried to not back away, as maybe this was a test. What kind? No idea.
Timmy eventually backed up, not explaining why he did that.
"Alright, I hereby declare you a Freedom Pal."
"Awesome!"
"Since we don't start yet, we can start helping you with equipment. Come on." While Timmy didn't express it, which may have to do with the fact he's communicating telepathically, he was pretty excited to start helping Dogpoo with his hero stuff. It's been a while since he's been able to enact stuff, so now he has a lot of ideas coming to mind, and Timmy wasn't hesitant to begin.