[ Wp ] At a cosplay convention , everybody gets the powers of whoever they 're cosplaying .

`` It's me.'' I spoke into my ( inactive ) cell phone. `` The Organization has lain a cunning trap this time. It seems they've released some sort of neurotoxin, causing some form of mass shared hallucination. Enacting Operation Loki. El Psy Congroo.'' 
 
 Before the incident, I would have done that as a joke, but since five minutes ago, when this all started, I've found myself thinking more and more like the mad scientist Hououin Kyouma every minute that ticked by. 
 
 Minutes... Of course! Time! If I can get back to the Phone-Wave ( Real Name TBA ) in time, I can prevent this from happening in the first place! I can send a D-Mail back and... convince them to cancel the convention! 
 
 But... D-Mails are n't a thing. That's all part of the delusion that seems to be taking hold. Why is this happening now? Why, when I was on the verge of my greatest achievement in mad science to date?... That's not real either. I'm losing the ability to distinguish Kyouma from myself. 
 
 Wait... Maybe... Just maybe... A hypothesis begins to form. If all of this is real, and not some mere delusion... If that Superman really is flying, if that Green Lantern really is creating hard-light constructs to impress the ladies... I must find Daru. I mean'a Daru cosplayer'. Please tell me someone wore the hack to this convention. Or Kirisu... 
 
 With the Future Gadget Lab reunited... maybe we *can* build the Phone-Wave ( Real Name TBA ) and undo this whole catastrophe before it has a chance to begin! But... Do I really *want* to do that? The monsters and ponies aside, all of these people seem so much happier with their new abilities... and the persona of Hououin Kyouma is beginning to sit so well in my own mind... 
 
 No matter. Whether we build the Phone-Wave ( Real Name TBA ) and undo this or not, I will find Daru, Mayuri, Kirisu... I know I saw a Mayuri this morning before this all went down. This means I have a chance... `` HACK! This is exactly the sort of environs you would frequent in your off-duty hours! Now where in the blazes are you? I know you are here! Show yourself!''
