So when a Tinker finds out what their special talent is, do they get it branded on the sides of their buttcheeks?

The armbands.  Armsmaster had said it prioritized orders based on need.

There’s been surprisingly little use of the broadcast feature, honestly.

My left arm hung by my side, and I couldn’t even bring myself to raise it.  Just gravity and the weight of my hand pulling down on it was excruciating.  The idea of pressing the buttons was too much.

Hmm.

I reached for the person next to me, grabbed her wrist.  Some woman with a crescent moon on a blue costume.  She gave me a startled look with a lost, shellshocked expression.  When I first pressed against the communications button, she moved her arm, as if she thought I was guiding her movements.

Should probably have said something first.

For now I’m calling this woman Princess Luna.

“Someone get him out of there!  He’s going to suffocate!” I shouted, my voice made that much more edgier and strained by the pain I was in.  My voice, though, coincided with no less than five other cries, all rising to be heard over everyone else.

Sounds like people are unanimous on this.

But if Clockblocker’s frozen the water around himself in time along with Leviathan, there’s no known way to get him out, is there? Much like with the bugs in Agitation, he’s trapped.

Trap Leviathan, contain him, use more of those grenades to get him before he got free.

Okay, so not unanimous. Never mind that part.

But yeah, if they can find a more permanent method of containment before he unfreezes, that would be really good.

Someone was even shooting arcs of lighting at Leviathan’s frozen form.  Too many commands from too many people who hadn’t fought with or against Clockblocker, who didn’t know how his power worked, who had conflicting ideas on what we had to do.

Yeah, that’s an issue too – lots of these people don’t know Clocky’s power.

This chaos would fuck us over, keep us from accomplishing anything before Leviathan got free.  We needed order, and most of the people who could have given it to us were out of action or nowhere nearby.

…Taylor, you were looking for a way to help, right?

Damn, if we’re actually resolving this by way of Taylor taking charge of the situation, that’s pretty close to something I considered jokingly suggesting a couple chapters ago: That Taylor would find herself organizing the efforts.

(That would’ve been an extension of the MLP:FiM reference I made back in 8.2 – I was comparing Taylor trying to figure out how she could help against Leviathan to Twilight Sparkle trying to figure out how she could help wrap up winter without magic, and Twilight ended up organizing the project.)

I pressed the communicator button and spoke, “Skitter.”

My name appeared on the display, with a yes and no display in the corners over the respective buttons.  I confirmed it.

I feel sorry for any capes in the room with a Scottish accent. I mean, sure, Dragon is extremely skilled, but some things never change.

Legend was still organizing the groups.  “-forcefields, telekinesis, whatever your power, if you can interrupt Leviathan’s movements or help reduce the impacts of the waves, you’re the backup defense!  Bastion will direct you!”

Regent, you’re up.

If there isn’t a group for messing with his senses, I guess obscuring his vision could count as falling under this? Probably not, though.

I was also all too aware that the size of the group that was still sitting was dwindling, and I had no place to go.

“Movers!  We need fliers, teleporters, runners!  You’ll be responding to pings!  Rescue the fallen, get them to emergency care, assist any others where needed!  Myrddin will give you your orders!

I’m sure you’ll find somewhere to be. If nothing else, parahuman abilities are so varied that there has to be a misc group.

Meanwhile, Taylor can be Twilight Sparkle for a moment:

Leviathan wrap-up, Leviathan wrap-up
Let’s finish our all-alive cheer

‘Cause tomorrow we’re not here
‘Cause tomorrow we’re not here