Operation Radiation Blast: Tug-of-War Event: Collaborative Thread

Operation Radiation Blast
“What are we doing here again?” HowlingMoon asked as Starmaster, Chained Angel, and Wyldfyre stood nearby. The Star Force members milled about with dozens of other league teams, BADGE agents, and freelance heroes, all waiting for the countdown clock to reach zero.
“I’m here because I was promised cookies,” Captain Marvel said from amidst the Area 51 league.
“I’m not 100% sure,” Starmaster said. “There was a general announcement made looking for heroes to participate in a test run or some scientific trial. Something beneficial for anyone who helped out. They said it wasn’t an urgent need, but since we didn’t have anything else going on…”
Wyldfyre juggled a trio of fireballs. “I’m all for helping out, dude, but there better be something good in it for me. I had a few paying gigs out there, waiting for me to light things up.”
“Still hiring out your powers, I see,” Chained Angel commented nonchalantly as she tapped on her tablet. “I wonder if Warlock Angel or Azure Archangel are here. I’ve been meaning to meet up with them and compare notes. There seems to be a large number of divine beings down on Earth right now. I wonder who’s still upstairs minding the shop.”
Crossroads strolls through the crowd and meets up with members of her league, the Red Guard. “Cadaverdog, have you seen Fleagle around here?”
“Nope,” Cadaverdog replies. “Try looking over by the porta-johns.”
Krystal Fae slides through the growing number of gathered heroes while gesturing as she counts each individual. “One hundred fourty-seven, fourty-eight…”
Starmaster considers asking her what is going on, but refrains doing so until she ceases her count. “Acidburn, can you tell me a bit more about what’s happening here today? The crowd is getting a bit restless.”
“Chaz, quit asking me question, please!” Krystal Fae looks up from her notepad. “Oh, Starmaster. I’m sorry. Your voice reminded me of someone else. Didn’t they give you the welcome packet when you arrived?’
“Welcome packet?” Starmaster asked. “Where were they giving those out at?”
“They should have been being handed out by BADGE agents at the front gate.”
Starmaster nods. “Got it. I didn’t come in that way. Thanks. I’ll spread the word.”
“That would be appreciated.” Krystal Fae sighs with an amused lilt to her voice. “We should have expected that most of the participants wouldn’t be using the main entrance.”
Teleporting through the Mindscape, Starmaster arrives at the main entrance and finds a table littered with yellow envelopes. He telekinetically lifts half of the packets in the air as a befuddled staff of lab-coat wearing volunteers look on. “I’ll spread these out to those who didn’t get one.”
Lifting himself and the stacks of large envelopes upward, Starmaster salutes to the onlookers and flies back to the gathered heroes. He telepathically shouts out, “If you didn’t get an information pack, put up an arm.”
Dozens of heroes signal their need. Zen hops up, waving a flipper above him. “What if you don’t have arms?”
The Closer brings up his massive orange appendage. “I’ll grab one for you.”
Starmaster sends out the packets in a precise cascade, each waiting limb receiving one, even Zen’s flipper.
The tearing open of hundreds of envelopes floods the air.
“Damn it,” Captain Ultra cries out.  “Why am I the one to always get a papercut?”
Most everyone turns to look at him, baffled looks on their faces.
He holds up his pristine and undamaged hand, fingers shaped in a socially farcical gesture and bellows. “Ha, Ha. Made you look.”
Groans and chuckles spread about the grounds in equal measure.
Returning to his league, Starmaster hands out the last few information bundles to them. He opens his own and reads. “Operation Radiation Blast. Please ingest the contained pill at precisely 8pm.”

All across the field, heroes vomited. Yellow vomit, green vomit, normal vomit. It was a vomit-fest.

Trouble didn't really start until the first hero vomited on another. Wyldfyre clutched his stomach and tried to contain his dinner, but when Skelanimal shuffled by, the up-chuck-palloza began.

"Bheleech...." A streak of yellow erupts from Wyldfyre's mouth and splatters across Skelanimal's legs.

Skelanimal looks down at his mush-covered legs, raises his head, and snarls at Wyldfyre. Taking a deep breath before tearing into the junior-leaguer, Skelanimal opens his mouth and assaults Wyldfyre with a stream of green energy, covering the man's torso in radioactive bolus.

"How gross," Wyldfyre says. Igniting the air about his body, he burns of the clinging debris, but the aroma of burning barf climbs with the smoke.

The scent in the air is carried to the four corners by the wind, initiating a mass upheaval.

Krystal was glad that the operation was over and even happier that her team had been the victors in this little experiment.

Talking with others from her team, she congratulated each for their victory and thanked all and sundry for their participation.

As she was leaving, Starmaster happened to be walking beside her. She glanced over and reiterated her thanks for helping with the packets at the beginning of the event.

"Wanna come and join me at the icecream vendor down the street?", she asked.

"I have the weirdest craving for a fudge sundae, with pretzels and pickle relish."