I enjoyed "Sitting Ducks," and no one is more surprised about that than I am. I suppose that's because Cara was shunted off to the side for much of it. When she does get involved in the central action, she's competent and likable. I know, right? You could argue that I'm happier whenever John takes center stage. And if you did, you wouldn't be wrong.
Stephen's story is ludicrous. I don't understand why the writing team doesn't want this main character to be likable. It would be one thing for him to try to out Peter as a SUPE (as of now, it looks like he is not) in a reasonable fashion, but throwing the man off a cliff is juvenile. He's supposed to be 17 or 18, not 7 or 8, Show.
I'm excited that Luca seems to be breaking out. The younger Jameson has some spark, and might make an interesting addition to the main story. This week, my pet speculation is that Marla is a SUPE, too, but knowing how stupid her older son is, she's determined to keep that a secret because she's fond of living.
I'll be back ASAP with the full weecap. In the meantime, please grade the episode at the top of the page, and then come on over to the show thread where we're never going camping with Stephen.
ASTRID: So, I'm wearing my best plaid dress shorts. I've got my earbuds on, and I'm writing to pass the time, like you do.
AUDIENCE: Why did you write "guns shot" -- are you a precog?
ASTRID: *hums* So this lady tells me it's time for my audition, but when I go in the room, there's no piano. The judges are seated at a table. They want me to back away from the mic, so that I'm closer to the plastic sheeting behind me. Why?
SCARY LADY: Don't want to make a mess, do we?
AGENTS: *STAND AND FIRE MULTIPLE TIMES*
STEPHEN: Let's flashback 48 hours, earlier. I'm sparring with Hillary.
HIlLARY: He's sparring. I'm fighting for my life, or at least my powers.
JED: Who won the match?
TRAINER: Sir, yes sir. Why your nephew, of course, sir.
HILLARY: Dr. Price, say this was this trainee. Let's call him Leavin'. Let's say Leavin' shared his powers with humans. Would that be enough for another agent, we'll call her Best -- would tattling on Leavin' be enough for Best to rise above all the other trainees, keep her own powers, and assure the other trainees' lives were ruined, forever and ever, even if Leavin' was possibly related -- let's say within three degrees of consanguinity -- to the very handsome, distinguished, and all-wise bossman?
JED: Why the hell not?
HILLARY: And what about the humans who find out about us?
JED: Since this is a day ending in Y, let's terminate 'em with extreme prejudice. Toodles.
STEPHEN: What was that all about?
HILLARY: Just leveling the playing field, nephew.
STEPHEN: So later, I'm home in my room, working with Astrid. She's sure she didn't tell anyone about my powers.
ASTRID: Do I look like I want everyone thinking I'm crazy?
RECAPPER: Only when you wear plaid dress shorts and tights, so right now, no.
STEPHEN: Did anyone approach you about my powers? Men in suits. Men in black. Men without hats?
ASTRID: So paranoia is a superpower, too? Huh.
RECAPPER: Actually, Astrid, you should take this seriously.
STEPHEN: WHY WERE YOU HIDING IN THE ATTIC, WITH THE PULL-DOWN STAIRS SUSPICIOUSLY IN THE DOWN POSITION, WHICH SHOULD HAVE MADE ME THINK SOMEONE MIGHT BE UP IN THE ATTIC? WAS IT TO SPY ON ME?
LUCA: Either than or I was getting this box of camping gear, so we can go into the wilderness with mom and her new boyfriend.