There were twenty pizzas waiting at Fatta a Mano when the teams showed up (the locals - and in fact most of the staff - call it Fat Man's). Comet orders another ten before they push enough tables together in the "birthday room" in the back, and mostly stays out of the smack talk and debate that bounces back and forth across the table as the food steadily dwindles. When enough pies are cleared out to make a few bare spots on the table, he asks for five extra large dessert pizzas and slides a folded piece of paper across the table to Andromeda. Andy puts her hand on it, frowning, then looks up at him, and back at the paper. Comet shrugs. Big conversationalists, these two. She picks up the paper, opens it, and reads, her eyes first narrowing, then widening. "What..." She shows the paper to TK, sitting on her left, then Harry, on her right. It's an AEGIS team registration form, the paper slightly yellowed, and more than slightly creased. No membership names or team leader were filled in - just the name. "The Irregulators?" Andy reads, her voice not much over a murmur. The table is quieting down as people notice something going on. The words carry. "There's a group from around here. Historial. The Regulators. It's --" "I know the history," Andy says, her eyes still riveted to the paper. Again, Comet shrugs. "I thought, if you couldn't come up with something you liked better..." He gestures toward the paper in a way that's probably meant to be casual. "That's available, if you want it." "Registered -" TK squints at the form. "1988? How?" "I... thought it was a cool name." Comet rocks his head from side to side, pulling a slice of apple-cinnamon-frosting 'pizza' off a pan as a server sets it down. "It never really worked out - Harry's dad got into the League, and I never found another good group that wasn't already established, so --" He takes a bite, his eyes not really meeting anyone else's. "Kept the registration up to date, though. Thought someone might be able to use it. Eventually." "It's a hell of a lot better than Menagerie," Stingray smirks. "It's better than our name, jevo ," Keri immediately replies, and Kelvin snorts and nods agreement before Stingray can say anything.
