Her once-pristine white suit was being laundered. Again.
Jennifer grimaced at the thought of actually putting it back on - but then again, she supposed that she'd have to. She really should see if she could get those designs sent on to Icon. She could hardly be known as "Restora - Smelliest Hero in the Land".
She recalled last nights events all too clearly; working in the Overbook during the morning, and then Noetic's call that he'd found another clue leading to the Zombie-doctor's latest nasty plan. Which, of course, was in the sewer. Again. Just once, Restora thought, she'd like to come up against some really high class villains. So saying, she remembered the cool-eyed Arbiter Sands whoms he had teamed up with earlier in the day. He'd given her his calling card, and she'd slipped it into her pocket...
Reaching forward, she pulled the now soggy, ruined card from her pocket. She could still read the details on it.
Thoughtfully, she chewed her lip, and reached forward to pick up the phone...
Jennifer hung up the suit in the wardrobe. She could not keep the smile from her face - hired, by Icon! Of course, she was only working as a 'consultant designer' - she'd made it clear that her first duty was to the Overwatch.
She strolled across the room, contemplating the day's events. She remembered the hunt for the device that would affect hero's minds, turn them into villains, and she remembered the Arachnos Base, and how it...
...dropped the glass of water and watched dumbly as it smashed against the Base's floor. Looking around, Jennifer didn't quite know how she'd got there. She remembered sorting out her uniform, and the mission... She rubbed her temples as the headache flared back up. She'd really have to get an appointment to get that seen to - perhaps it was something to do with the rate at which her powers were expanding.
"Increased mutation as a result of much gnarliness. Dude!" she quipped, trying to imitate Fallen Dragon, and failing miserabley. It didn't even raise a smile on her face. She turned to the phone, thinking to book an appointment, and noticed the number scribbled into the notepad beside the receiver. She craned her neck over to view the note, and - out of the corner of her eye - spotted her reflection in the mirror that hung over the phone.
Only it wasn't her. And it was looking directly at her. And screaming.
For those who are wondering - here's a sketch of Restora and her alternate...
http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/6...arotseriu9.png
((Can't get the image embed works, so it must not be here - ah well!))
((Nice. Hold on her alternate?))
((Ah - we may well find out who that other one is... I'll be back in game soon; busy with RL stuff for a week, but back tomorrow!))
Jennifer was not amused. She pushed the pile of books off the co-ordinators desk, and moved the cracked mug off the stack of maps. Rifling through the papers, she found the map of Skyway City, and saw the warehouse circled in red.
An enquring voice came from the room at the other end of the still-being-renovated base. Jennifer wasn't entirely sure what had been said, but she made an informed guess.
"Yes!" she bellowed, "And no thanks to you, psych-guy."
Another question rumbled back.
"Of course I did. And you'll want to watch out for the box of salvage items. The city council lot just dumped it right outside your..."
There was a loud crash, followed by some very well disguised swearing. Rolling her eyes, Jennifer pocketed the map and made for the portal. She had a packed day ahead of her. First, she'd deal with this 'mission' the co-ordinator had given her - and then a quick trip downtown to pick up the food shopping, and then...
...she paused, looking at herself in the mirror. Her cheap, white leather bodysuit framed her small body, her ice-blue hair glittering slightly in the odd half-light that the base lights cast. She stuck her lower lip out. Wonderful. Fashion Student. Mutant. Part-time Overwatch member. "And I look like a cheap ****." she said outloud.
The negative from the other room echoed throughout the base. "Thank you, co-ordinator!" she sang. And considered throwing a few ice daggers into his bedroom.
Jennifer sighed and resolved that she'd model her own designs, just as soon as she could persuade the University to fund the project she was working on. She thought back to her brief visit to Pocket D, and the hunteress with the horse-hide leathers, and then... she blushed, remembering the guy who had leered at her - Toxic? She shook her head. Bad news there, she felt.
"I'm going outside!" Jennifer called out. "Restora to the rescue!"
She cringed. She'd *have* to change that battle cry. It was almost as bad as the white leather suit...